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hii Yokan! i miss you!đ
how are you? how is work?? I hope everything is going well<3
rn there's a little Comic Con in my city, and it really did help my mood!! (even tho I throwed up 6 times and fainted during the morning of the first day due to the heat and lack of ironđ„Č) 2 days down, 2 more to go đ
ANYWAYS! I know you've been going through a writer's block lately, and I read a post that said something about asking/commenting about the fictions to help the "stucked" autor, SO!
I've been re-reading TW III (shocking, I know) and those little hints about married!kc are just đđ my heart melts, really, although... I was never really sure you'd get them married, mostly due to Care's speech to Cami about how Klaus supposedly sees weddings, and because I remember you saying that you weren't planning on giving them an actual marriage, but rather the closest thing next to it. I checked to comments to see other thoughts, and I saw one of you reply saying that you were completely against married!kc at the start, but then you were slowing changing your mind about it...
so, what was it that made you say "fuck it, I'm gonna ring the bells"?? is it because many people asked you to do it, so you are throwing us a bone, or is it something else?? I'm really interest on hearing the process of your change of heart <3
have a good one, friend <3 love you xoxo
I don't know if I am eloquent enough or if my train of thought makes much sense, but I will try đ
Also grab a chair because this will be a long one. Be careful what you ask me, I do not know how to shut the fuck up đ
Objectively, I still think Klaus is not the marrying kind (in canon context, at least). That man has been alive for a thousand years. He's the vampire of vampires, one who sees humans as a lower species. He's used to getting what he wants by conquering and subjugating because he can. Why would he ever submit himself to an inherently human institution that, throughout history, has served as a tool for various types of social, political and religious control? The ceremony itself doesn't mean anything to him. He probably thinks it's ridiculous and performative, not to mention extremely frail. You can just change your mind and get a divorce, or the good old spouse murder, and then what? What's even the point?
(Just to be clear: I'm not personally preaching against weddings and marriages here btw, it's just how I think Klaus might have seen it.)
If you look at it from the sentimental side, Klaus spent almost a thousand years saying that love is a sign of weakness, a character flaw. He carried his siblings, the only people he genuinely cared about, inside coffins because he didn't trust them enough not to leave him, betray him or end up captured and killed by one of his enemies. Now, why would he want to marry someone, thus exposing yet another vulnerability to be exploited?
Having said that đ
When we first see Klaus in TVD he's trying to surround himself with a whole new OP supernatural species that will have no choice but to stand with him. They will protect him, they will go to war for him, do whatever he asks them to and they will never leave (or that's what he thought, anyway) because they don't have a choice. That is the only way Klaus knows how to trust people: by completely removing their capacity to challenge him. That's how paranoid he is.
But as the story progresses, and especially with The Wolf in particular because it takes their relationship much further than the show, Klaus realizes there is more than one way to earn people's trust. I feel like that's one of the pillars of his relationship with Caroline. He could've just compelled her (in TVD, not TW because she's a witch), but he never did because he wanted more from her than obedience. All of the things he liked about her - her personality, her honesty, her fire, her loyalty - would've been essentially erased or made meaningless if he'd compelled her. Which puts her in direct opposition to how he related to his hybrids, right? He pretends to be fine with people who have no choice but to follow him, but what he really craves is more real than that. He surrounds himself with people who will worship the ground he walks on after some forged "gratitude" for releasing them of their curse, but he is fascinated by how gutsy Caroline is to look him in the eye and tell him the things that no one else will dare to. What he really seeks but doesn't have the courage to admit is that he wants someone who will choose to be with him. And that's the difficult part, because it can't be conquered or taken, it has to be earned.
Klaus comes from a place of paranoia and extreme distrust of everything and everyone around him, especially after Mikael in New Orleans, and he feels very isolated and alone. He tells Stefan about that, right? The loneliness of immortality. When The Wolf starts, in spite of how he and Caroline were having a bit of a thing before it, he's not sure she would want to stay with him. Actually, he thinks the first chance she gets, she's gonna bail. It's why he's mad when he thinks she wants to terminate the pregnancy. It's not about the baby (it's never about the baby), he couldn't care less about the damn baby at that point, it's the fact that he thinks she's trying to get rid of him, as if that pregnancy is the one thing that is holding them together at that point and so if she's no longer pregnant, she doesn't have to be with him. What I'm very inarticulately trying to say is that his initial approach to Caroline being pregnant is the same he had with his hybrids, as if the baby is a version of a sire bond. It's crazy and dysfunctional, yes, but it's how Klaus rationalizes it, how he thinks he gets to keep people around him - either through daggering them or giving them no choice.
Slowly, Klaus internalizes the fact that Caroline is choosing him. She tells him that a few times throughout the story, and even when he's hallucinating her at the beginning of TW4, because that's something that she has said before and that has stuck with him for reason. She could've left him at any point, but she didn't because she wants to be with him. It's a choice that she has made not because he forced her to, but because she's in love with him. She protects him, she fights for him, she walks through hellfire for him because she wants to, not because she must. He has earned her trust and her love and her loyalty. And that is something that is new for Klaus in his one thousand years of life, at least at this magnitude and with this much clarity and certitude.
So I think when I started writing TW3, which was them in their domestic era, it started to feel like something Klaus might actually do. Not just because it obviously does mean something to Caroline and he would basically do anything for her (even though she never asks for it, which in itself is something, because Caroline comes from relationships that made her feel so insecure and unsafe that she would've held on to a ring like a lifeline, but with Klaus she simply does not need hard evidence to feel safe and reassured, she knows how Klaus feels about her, she's very comfortable in their relationship, she knows that what offers her means a lot more than a thousand weddings to other people ever would - even though she does still love a good wedding lol), but because it suddenly makes sense to him. Not the big party, or the tradition of it, or making it official or anything of the sort, but as a way to externalize what he feels. There is a symbolism to it that while not ideal, it might be the closest to thing to expressing just how devoted he is to her and how she is, pure and simple, eternity for him. When that comes from someone who has lived for as long he has, and who has been as cynical as he was for as long as he was, it does mean something, even if nothing else does.
There is a territorial factor to it as well, of course. đ He's a very possessive man and so he wants everyone to know Caroline is his, and it's why it first came to him during the thing with Jackson, but it's more than just that. If it was just about that, he wouldn't do it. He is at a point where he no longer has any doubts about how Caroline feels for him (although there will be a little something something on that front at the beginning of TW4, just because they've been apart for so long, but it will be quickly dispelled).
The most sacred thing for Klaus was the vow he took with his siblings when they fled Viking Falls. They stuck together through everything because of that. He knows the value of a vow and a promise. And he wants a version of that with Caroline. It's the first time in his life when he contemplates genuinely offering that to someone other than his family. There are a million ways he could go about it, probably, but he knows asking her to marry him is the one that will be most representative to her, because of the age where she was born and how she grew up, etc.
And so that is why I decided that Klaus was going to buy a ring even though I crossed my heart and hoped to die a million times for years when people asked me about that. đ I just think it's the natural course this story has taken. It's long enough that it eventually made sense to me that he might do it.
Does any of that make sense???? I don't know! I just typed my stream of thought and hoped for the best and now I'm afraid to read it again, so apologies if it's just crazy words.
Now if only I can get back to writing and actually get to that part. đ„Č Pray for me đ
THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK! đ Here have a pretty married Klaroline gif.
#yokan answers#rosedforbes#BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK ME#klaroline#the wolf universe#if only i could actually write SIGH
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The L Word: Lookbook âł 2.01, Life, Loss, Leaving
#the l word#jennifer schecter#mia kirshner#bette porter#jennifer beals#shane mccutcheon#kate moennig#tina kennard#laurel holloman#kit porter#pam grier#ivan aycock#kelly lynch#dana fairbanks#erin daniels#alice pieszecki#leisha hailey#carmen de la pica morales#sarah shahi#ok i tried to find the two random farmers market lesbians but i couldnt#easily the highlight of the ep for me but also tbf anytime the l word has LESBIANS in the background or whatever who look anything less tha#the supermodel perfect appealing main ensemble my eyes get huge and i see You. I . See. You. doesnt even matter if theyre just acting lets#just enjoy the peeks of reality the l word gives us so briefly#jenny staring at them Sigh jenny u were so butchfemme tbh if only chaiken knew how to 'write' or could envision lesbians who didnt look lik#like... like this like that like perfectly feminine conventionally attractive amalgamations of Showtime Produced Television#anyway her staring at them and also soon when she gets the haircut like i just know what u are#anyway theyre all cute here i also forgot this was the bizarre kit realising ivan is like i dont even know actually like whatever#more of my tags will be along this line as this entire season goes down again#but again jennys cute waitress outfit and ugh#tlwlb
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kept trying to write something coherent but instead i just wrote a bunch of vaguely religious gibberish about my own interpretation of the watchers and their whole deal. does anyone want to read it
#one note and i release the insane rambling#i actually like it a lot. if only i could write stuff that actually makes sense instead sigh#honestly i took a few motrin since i had a headache a few hours ago so that May have had something to do with it. going to bed now#astro speaks#trafficblr
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Hi Uncle Neen! HYH! It sucks to see you struggling cuz you are a big inspiration of mine :( but you said you did your makeup the other day. Can we seeeeeeeeee maybe?
d'awwww ksahdlkdss, you are so sweet, nonnie! thank you so so soooo much, baby! xx i really needed this. i hope i heal ( i will...i have to, i am too much of an asshole to let god win, fuck him ) and i hope you heal from whatever harms you as well! you can do it! mWAH!~
-- also brb crying ;-; <3333 whenever y'all tell me i inspire you, it seriously makes me want to cry; you mean SO much to me, so to mean so much to you; it's Everything to me, my love. thank you for believing in me, know i believe infinitely in YOU and will keep fighting the good fight, living authentically and modelling pos behavior on this blog bc i take being a role model very seriously. :')
BUT ANYWAYS! sakhdlasd oh my god aaAaaAAAaa please!!! YOU ARE SO CUTE, THIS IS SO CUTE OF YOU, hELP AAAAA!!!!!! but yes, of course, of course. considering i am super bacteria nina right now and had to resign from my ( admittedly ) trash job and am no longer, at this moment, an education girlie ( besides on here, ofc, educating you on my two gay sons in love ), i can freely exist and post pictures of myself again! thank you for for giving me a safe place to do that. <3
i'll elaborate on what 'safe' means to me down below, but just for context i took this...sigh...last week, when i was told i would 'all better', just trying to feel like myself again after a month of being unmadeup and unfitted and ugly and troll-like and on death fucking row and fucking miserable as hell, i had my new hair appointment lined up, was about ready to take life by the balls again...and that shit BLUE BALLED ME SO HARD AND SAID *ravenstan vc* JK, BABY!
okay, sorry i have some really bad scarring and wounding up there by my neck so i had to cover her up but...there she is! the she beast!
as for posting pictures of myself just...please...PLEASE BE KIND. and i wish i meant that as a joke, i mean it very, VERY seriously. i am at a point right now, where i look my very fucking worst, i am weaker than i have ever been in my life, there are abrasions all over my body, which per the results of my culture ( i was right...several fucking times and no one would listen to me ) my body is trying to kill me and right now...it is Winning. ( i'm not gonna lose tho, dw, i am a nasty bitch from hell and i refuse to die this ugly, i fucking won't; choke )
tldr; I AM VERY VERY VERY SENSITIVE ABOUT HOW I LOOK. I DO NOT FEEL PRETTY, I AM LIKE ONE BAD COMMENT AWAY FROM TEARING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE AND I AM TELLING YOU GUYS I CANNOT DO THAT, I CANT CREATE ANY TEARING ON MY BODY OR THE BACTERIA WILL TUNNEL AND ITS HARD ENOUGH AS A BITCH WITH DERMATILOMANIA.
PLEASE BE NICE TO ME.
i know we shoot the shit on here and are funny and clown eachother, you guys are my family; it's what families do, but my boundary is that you can say i am pretty and be objectively kind or Please do not send me anything At ALL about how i look; i CANNOT take it rn. i know were just joking, but please, please, PLEASE Do NOT compare me to any ugly creatures, make me feel weird about any part of my face, tell me i look blurry, say anything is too big or too smallâŠ
please donât meme on me abt my appearance...Ever.
itâs a very sensitive spot for me and makes me v anxious.
all this to say, i love you; thank you for being my home.
HYH.
-uncle nina, single ravesey mother and human petri dish
#idk what the face tag is ill make one later#but there she is#this is so sweet thank you guys for caring i swear i want to post more i am just so weak rn that its hard to keep my head up#ill talk about it more later but the test results were kinda hard for me bc they were scary and it is pretty serious#and very fucked up bc they could have caught it at er number one but they didnt catch it until my fifth drs appointment#and i had to beg...and lo and behold i am very fucking sick now and everything sucks but i am gonna beat it don't worry#anyways sorry for momming you guys i miss my kindergarteners i didnt get to say goodbye i am devastated#but i am actually very sensitive about how i look and do think i am ugly most days especially rn so please be kind to me#i only say this because i had a couple of anons who had good intentions send me anons joking with me about how i look#and it put me in such a bad depression that i like couldnt look at my face for days and it devastated me i am very sensitive#so please only kind words like objectively positively kind please don't make jokes about how i look or try to be funny#not in a good place for it but sigh...my hair...it is falling out rn so that sucks i'm out of comission for a week and a half#up to a month...assuming i get better...I WILL DW SORRY I WILL and i have stuff i'm working on right now#ask memes and i am trying to write so hang in there i love u#HYH <3
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Fighting with the overwhelming urge to rewatch all 6 episodes of The Sign tonight since Iâm going to be up, I could watch other things that I never managed to finish or even start, but no, here I am, wanting to watch The Sign whilst waiting for the week - that just started - to end already so I can watch the new episode lol. See this is why I wait until stuff airs fully and then just binge it, Iâm impatient af.
#I might help if I could actually write something#Iâm feeling very trapped by my inability to take part of my usual hobbies#for some reason The Sigh and Last Twilight are the only things that have managed to fully catch my attention lately#so Iâm thinking I ought to lean into it#why not obsess? whereâs the harm? lol!#the sign the series
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while drafting my comic teachers wanted nelly's feelings for cosmo to be more explicit in one direction (either romantic or platonic) and to that i say, simply, it doesnt really matter to the story HOW they love each other, just that they DO. but SECONDLY, it's simply too predictable if an angel-coded alien randomly falls out of the sky and the protagonist immediately falls in love with him. obviously, if it were GOING to happen at all, it would be one thousand times better if the angel-coded alien fell out of the sky and then became smitten with a loser who has the nervous sweats so bad that he walks around half naked on a daily basis and has zero swag. why? um because he was the only person on the entire planet that showed him kindness. DUH!!!!!!!! nervvy nelly is a loser but he is empathetic and has the unrelenting urge to be useful and helpful. cosmo is a chronic loner who has traveled around the universe solo because of his disdain for the lack of kindness he has consistently observed in others. DUH again. even though i cut that tidbit of cosmo lore out of the final cut so how would anyone know that except for me. oopsy. WELL YOU CAN INFER IT! put on your thinking cap
#in reality its not that deep#cosmo and nelly are just guys. if i was going to write a story with truly deep lore i would invent different guys#BUT JUST SAYING#the initial draft had more cosmo lore but someone told me to delete it. honestly true bc it was unnecessary#but i kind of liked it because he was more nuanced... as it stands cosmo lowkey has zero canonical flaws. which irks me#NO ONE should slay that hard. ugh my mind... should have just let me cook#HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A HATER THAT LEARNED HOW TO STOP BEING A HATER. but the only reason he was a hater... was because he was actually#a lover... surrounded by haters... until he then became a hater... of said haters. sigh!!!!!!!#i could make a prequel but i have to stop. im neglecting my arsenal of other guys to make comics about. they are begging to be released#anyway sorry for long ass post about a fictional reality its just that making shit up is one of my greatest passions#whats more Making Shit Up than inventing a story. nothing
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âdecidedestethâ what the fuck is his problem seriously
#anyways huh i forgot that a sped up version of his theme played in the second puzzle room#also MAN i wish i knew music stuff because the only way i can describe it is just The Vibes#but i think itâs interesting that him and swatch both have hip shop as a theme when it fits swatch much better like. with vibes#i could write a whole thing with that actually i think comparing them is fun BUT#i feel like thereâs a solid chance that hip shop is just. final area shopkeeper theme. yknow#and then iâd feel silly having written all that out#sigh#txt
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Trying to decide whether or not to keep Cotilona as is or get a new imp with xyx berry
the xyx berry Cotilona will be under the cut
And I just checked and there are no xyx berry impsCMON. Post cancelled I guess, I do NOT want to do an imp breeding project.
Well I'll just use this as an excuse for lore dumping because Arcanist forbid I actually write my dragons' bios,,
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»content warning for unsettling and gorey talk under cut«
Cotilona is a necromancer and necromancy comes at a price: the user's own self. Not only does it take from your body, but it also takes from your soul and mind.
The more times you use necromancy, the more and more you lose yourself and become nothing more than a husk.
Along with this process comes the results of the revived/rebirths. Over time, the beings begin to come back less complete, begin to come back wrong.
It starts out smallâ some missing patches of scales/fur/feathers, small patches of missing skin, or minor alterations to the mindâ to bigger things such as missing or additional limbs/muscles/organs/bones, organs and limbs grown in the wrong locations, complete loss of mind, etc etc.
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Reviving and rebirthing are two different things.
Reviving takes a fully/mostly intact body, typically in the first or second stages of decomposition (or third if its very early in the stage), and a small amount of excess organic matter such as meat. This process takes a very small part of the users body, mind, and soul.
Rebirthing is more difficult. A being must be rebirthed past the third stage of decomposition or if there is no skeleton at all. It requires a large amount of excess organic matterâ meat, bone, organs, scales/feathers/furâ and some form of organic matter from the being itself (larger portions are better if possible). This takes a lot from the necromancer's self.
Now, I've stated that organic matter is required for reviving and rebirthing, but don't worry as other dragon matter is not required.
The organic matter must be very fresh in order to work, so the necromancer or another dragon has to go out and hunt right before the ritual.
Which kind of meat you need to gather depends on what animal group the being is in; mammalian, reptilian, avian, amphibian.
The exceptions to this are Aberrations and Aethers. Aberrations are impossible to revive or rebirth due to the mutating caused by the Wyrmwound. You'd have better luck begging Plaguebringer.
Aether reviving/rebirthing is very difficult due to the multiple generations of adaptive evolution they went through to adjust to life in space. The best way to go about reviving/rebirthing is to use direct organic matter from another Aether.
Finding a necromancer that is willing to use another dragon as a source for organic matter would be extremely difficult for obvious reasons. It's seen as incredibly immoral.
#i loosely follow the site lore so do NOT expect this to be biblically accurate#big sigh And with the new gore rules I won't be able to get a better skin/accent for him#now if only i could write his actual bio. I'll have to figure out what exactly is too much for the site rules too#i know I'll have to keep the part about the effects on the necromancer out since it falls under dragon suffering#gore tw#body horror tw#tell me if i need to trigger tag anything else#flight rising#fr dragon share#xen.speaks.fr
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the worst feeling is when you're too sad that you could almost feel yourself throwing up to ease the heaviness in ur consciousness but then throwing up is exhausting as hell. so u just, like, throw up words instead by writing. but. butttt. u r too tired to think. too sad to come up with words to vomit.
#idk i hope yall dont realize this yet#OR if u do i hope u do not mind#but i seem to just blabber nonsense in this blog instead of *actually* writing#i could only write 2-3 paragraphs in my wips per day bc i just..#can't..#sIGHS#rie blabbers
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hmm. i hate to say it but i do think my art was more creative when i was smoking weed.
#augh its such a stereotype!!!#but i look through my old sketchbooks from that time and i was just doing a lot more interesting stuff#like objectively now my art is more skilled technically for the most part but i was more experimental back then idk#sigh. if only it didnt put me into psychosis that one time.#idk i should give myself grace though bc im also more in a writing than drawing phase rn#me that smoked weed could Never have written as much as i have this year.#i actually thought i outgrew fanfiction for a bit there#and then that weird megamind phase sucked me right back in ...#mine#this is just a ramble lol
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Your words of Kenji are beautiful, as truly, along with Kyouka, he has suffered loss so overwhelming that it renders him exhausted, and he is reminded of it every time someone he loves is harmed. And his cheerful demeanour is very genuine. It is portrayed as naĂŻvetĂ© but the real Kenji Miyazawa wished for peace, and Kenjiâs outlook upon suffering is that it should not happen to his loved ones...
exactly ! oh my stars above, exactly !
i also think about how he is robbed of so much. his family, his home, his best friend, even the right to eat whenever he feels hungry. and yet, he finds the world so beautiful, despite the horrors he has witnessed, the pain heâs been through, the new world with new people that he has to navigate. he is so strong and deserves to be told that somebodyâs proud of him.
#he is the very picture of âkindness is a fortressâ#omg i could go on and on about him#if only i could write a 500 word essay about kenji instead of the assignment i actually HAVE to do sighs#thank you nevsky for entertaining me :)#i love reading everything you type#my words of kenji are beautiful??? you rlly think so omg?? tysm ;-;
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seperation anxiety! a (clan head) gojo satoru fic
pairing âžș clan head!gojo x wife!reader
summary âžș satoru begs you to attend a meeting with the higher-ups, but not for the reasons you thought. inspired by this art by @/baobei-bu!
warnings âžș SMUT, gojo is a warning by himself, VERY public sex, reader has a vagina, fem reader implied, no penetration, fingering, fondling, making out, panty-ripping, exhibitionism, kinda cucking but the only ppl humiliated and humbled are the higher ups, porn no plot, but plot if you squint, reader is a strong independent woman (until gojo charms her, bc who wouldn't turn into a cockslut for gojo?), this took me at least five hours to write for no good reason?, not edited (like always....)
a/n pls enjoy and thank u to the queen for making such delicious art (p.s. go to their twitter for nsfw ver i squirted)
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âPleaseeeee,â Satoru has his face buried in your chest, nuzzling in further while complaining. Itâs almost comical how heâhead of the biggest clan in Jujutsuâis leaning down to match your height. You, meanwhile, stand firm, arms crossed, regarding him with a mix of exasperation and reluctant affection as he leans down to meet your gaze. âWill you come with me?â
The question comes as the dreaded meeting with the higher-ups looms, a gathering he's been dodging all day. It technically began ten minutes ago, and you barely managed to wrangle him into his formal kimono just twenty minutes earlier. You sigh, fingers brushing his hair. âSatoru, you know what they think of me. I'm not exactly their favorite person.â Youâre both standing in the middle of your shared bedroom, you imploring him to be on time for his meeting to avoid getting even further shit from the higher-ups.
Mind you, youâre the more rational one between you and Satoruâin fact, most of the people who know you would agree that youâre a very mature, wise person in general (with the exception of some circumstances, of course). And despite the respect your skill commands, the higher-ups have never warmed to you, not since you refused to play a pawn in their games. Marrying Satoru, the one jujutsu sorcerer they could never control, only amplified their discontent. They see you both as threatsâpowerful sorcerers bonded in defiance.
At the mention of "higher-ups," Satoru's pout deepens, and his pleading voice grows more insistent. âPleeeease,â he drags out, practically whining. âI have separation anxiety.â
You feel a pang of sympathy. These meetings are miserable for himâhours trapped in a room with men twice his age, trying to dictate his every move. âI donât know, SatoruâŠâ you murmur, hesitating.
But Satoru takes advantage of your softening resolve, hugging you tighter, his face pressing into you again. âDonât make me go in there alone!â he says, his voice muffled. âYou have no idea how much you silence them. One word from you, and they all think twice. Iâm already one step away from wanting to kill them all.â
A sigh escapes you as you realize heâs not letting up. And while youâre reluctant, you know that your presence, your opinionâone of the few he truly valuesâmight actually give him a sense of calm in that harsh room. âAlright, alright,â you concede finally, hand smoothing the fabric of his sleeve. "But no making a scene."Â
His answering smirk is smug, giving you a fat, sloppy kiss on your cheek that youâre not afraid to show your partial-disgust about. You all but have to wrestle him off of you white heâs smothering you in kisses, getting out something about how much loves you, oh so thankful to have such a wise wifey like you as you get ready in a kimono similar to his and head to the limo waiting outside of the manor you and Gojo reside in.Â
As soon as you get in, Gojo turns sharply to Ijichi, whoâs shifting the gear. âPut the divider up.â
âO-Okay, Gojo-san.â A little intimidated by the commanding tone in your husbandâs voice, he quickly presses the button to activate the screen, and Gojo pounces on you, grabbing you and hoisting you up by your sides to put you on his lap.
âSatoru!â you exclaim, surprised as he captures his lips with yours. His hands roam your body as he moans, almost obnoxiously, because he knows youâre always paranoid whenever he initiates anything in public. Your crotch aligns with his thigh, big and stuffed with muscle as he drives your hips to grind on him, and despite yourself and your circumstances, you find yourself leaning into his touch.
âMy pretty wife,â he purrs, now trailing kisses down your jaw and into your neck. âSo pretty, so supportive.â
Despite his dizzying movements, you try to get a hold of yourself. âSatoru, we shouldnât be doing this here. We need to discuss what to saââ
âFuck that,â he sighs, so breathless that you want to cave in.
âNo, butââ
His eyes darken, and his hands start creeping up your legs, going slowly and slowly closer to your pussy. âBaby, you know I value what you have to say,â and his fingers graze your folds, making you leak even more with his teasing, âbut I wanna listen to something else.â
He drags his index finger up and down your slit, making you whimper. His fingers then prod into your hole, putting pressure there but not quite delving in. âSatoru,â you whine out, clutching his upper arms as he has his way while toying with you.
âYea, thatâs what I wanna hear,â he groans, giving you a kiss. It is then that he rewards you with inserting his digit in, curling to hit your spot as he fingers you. HIs other arm is around you, holding your pantiesâ crotch to the side to allow him to touch you. âMy good girl.â
As heâs touching you, the squelching sounds fills the enclosure youâre in and youâre desperately praying to God Ijichi canât hear the lewd things the both of you are doing in the back. Youâre just reduced to whimpering, unable to reject Satoruâs dizzying touches, his free hand leaving your panties to grope at your inner thighs, ass, and breasts. Itâs like heâs devouring you with his kisses, urgent, as he continues curling his fingers.Â
Between kisses, you try to get out a âSatoruâmmph,â smooch, âwe shouldnât beâmmâ smooch, âshouldnât be doing this here!âÂ
âWhat,â he drawls, and with the glint in his eyes you know the fuckerâs trying to toy with you, knows what heâs doing is mischievous. âI canât touch my wife?â
Before you could utter a response, however, the limo suddenly slows, and the sensation of using the brakes to stop the car makes you sober up. âWeâre here, Satoru we need to goâ-â As youâre trying to rip yourself off his lap, he pulls out the finger that was inside you and uses his hand instead to entangle it with the crotch of your panties, pulling and pulling until the cloth is nothing but shreds, falling off your body.
Oh my god, you were not paid enough for this shit.
With his oh-so-irritating eyesâthe same ones that you spent despising in your early school yearsâhe looks at you through his pretty white lashes as he makes a show of sniffing the now tattered shreds that were your panties and putting them in his pocket. Under your kimono, you can feel your slick escaping your panties as the cool air wafts through it, landing on your pussy. You look at him in disbelief. âI canât believe you just did that.â
He giggles, giving you a kiss on the cheek while helping you off his lap, putting a hand on your head to make sure you didnât bump your head against the carâs ceiling. âLetâs go and deal with those hags, my love.â
To be honest, you donât really understand why Satoru is so handsy today. Heâs on some sort of man-ovulation, you think, as you stride into the room. Even ripping off your panties was a bit excessive, if not out of pocket (no pun intended). Breaking out of your thoughts, you grounded yourself in the present, noticing hostile eyes turned towards your husband, and then you. You match their barely-subtle glares with a stink eye of your own, holding your chin up as you walk past them dismissively. Just as youâre about to take a seat next to Gojoâbeing mindful of your kimono so you donât flash any of these old bastardsâone of them speaks up.Â
âGojo-sama, why is this woman here?â
You continue to take your seat, noticing Satoruâs jaw clenched. But right as heâs about to say something, you cut in for him. âThis woman,â and you smile, deceptively sweet, âis the lady of the clan. It would do you well to remember the hierarchy of the Gojo clan.â You donât need to turn to look at your husband to know he has a proud smile on his face, making no effort to hide his smugness. What shocks you instead is that he swings an arm around you, effectively dragging you closer to him until youâre basically sitting on his lap, and his hands go to roam your sides.
Now, some old grandpa starts talking, commencing the meeting, on their usual bullshit of the need for extermination of Sukunaâs vessel, but Satoru pays them no mind. Instead, what they receive in response is non-committal hums as his hands drag themselves up your stomach and down where your legs are crossed to the hem of your kimono, and then under.Â
Any semblance of paying attention to the meeting and responding to their infuriating beliefs leaves your mind as you blank out, panicking that Satoru is trying to commit public indecency with you. As an argument erupts between the higher ups about something, you turn to Gojo to furiously whisper, âWhat is wrong with you today?! Cut it out.â
In your life, youâve fought many curses, first grade and even special grade included as you climbed up the ranks of Jujutsu sorcery despite having a non-sorcerer upbringing. What you will never be able to defeat, however, is your husbandâs charm. Satoru knows what heâs doing as he lets out a deep moan in your ear, making you squeak and become even more flustered, as he continues to make lewd noises, puffs of his breath fanning across your neck.Â
a/n gojo the type to start moaning randomly to make you fold #sorrynotsorryÂ
The indecency of all of itâ-Gojo basically whimpering in your ear sweet nothings like good girl, thatâs my wife, gonna let me finger you in front of all these ugly hags, right?â-being loud in your ear but also just quiet enough that youâd only hear made you so wet, heat throbbing between your thighs as Satoruâs hands start rubbing your fold. Itâs a teasing touch, one not enough to satisfy you but to stimulate you nonetheless.Â
Itâs just when his index finger starts slowly circling around your clit that you buck your hips slightly, making him look at you teasingly, peering down at you from above your shoulder. âOh you liked that, didnât you?â
âI hate you,â you puff out, trying to fight the heat creeping up your neck as Satoruâs circles on your clit get more tangibly, simulating you oh so deliciously. To make sure you hold yourself up, you set your elbows down on the table, Satoruâs arms engulfing you as youâre forced to take whatever touches heâs giving you under the table.Â
âSheâs so loud,â he whispers, pointing out the noises your pussy was making as his digits roved over your folds. The squelches were tangibly there, audible to anyone who would strain their ears. You could tell your lack of response to the meeting was catching attention, because there were several eyes towards you, waiting for something; it was then you realized that they had posed a question but were simply too fucked out to respond.Â
A voice comes out to reprimand your husband sharply. âGojo-sama, this is hardly appropriate.â
Satoru chuckles, not stopping his ministrations as he picks up a cup filled with water, his smug gaze still turned towards you while observing and appreciating your every hiccup and reaction. âCanât my spouse attend this meeting? I value her opinion above everyone elseâs in this room, after all,â he drawls, lodging his chin in the curve of your neck. âBesides,â and he flashes a dangerous grin to the man who spoke out, âwerenât you the ones who were oh so worried about me not having an heir?âÂ
At this point, youâve filtered out all noises, focusing and honing in on the sensation of your orgasm coming. His digits are playful, curling up to hit your g-spot repeatedly, his palm tickling your clit. Each time he hits your spongy spot a bout of electricity runs up your body, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm.Â
âBut guess what,â and he gives you a kiss on the cheek, despite the aversion the rest of the higher ups have to any displays of affection, âwe can solve that problem right here, right now.â He punctuates it with a harsh sink of his fingers into your plush cunt, and, with that, you finally cream his fingers, a result of Satoru teasing you all day now. You try to temper the shakes wracking your body by slamming your fist against the table, trying not to moan out.
It seems that no oneâs seen you riding out your orgasm out so visible, because there are gasps around the room at how obscene Gojoâs suggestion was. âIt is shameful of you to be saying such things, Gojo-sama!â one of them sputters out, red with anger and outrage.Â
Your husband not so subtly rolls his eyes. âThen donât bring it up all the time, old man.â Satoru knows how touchy and vulnerable you are right after you cum, so heâs running his hands softly up and down your thighs to quell your quivers affectionately. âActually, what about this? You all havenât witnessed us consummate our marriage, correct?â He smirks. âWhat about witnessing the heir-making next time?â
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a/n pls see the vision like i want gojo to claim me and rail me into next tuesday while the higher ups just watch uncomfortably like maybe i am a freak like that. like gojo would be so obsessed with how he's claiming you in front of the fuckers that piss him off so much...might do a part two if pookiesa like this :P
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I am mourning somebody who is alive.
I am mourning a girl, special to me as she was, who has ascended to a place I cannot reach. A place as unknown as the moon â dark, serene; something far into the void, yet I can still touch, see, and feel its beauty.
I think I am mourning a year of both pain and laughter. I think I am mourning a friendship â a human relationship â that I killed with my own two hands. A friendship that I took by the neck and squeezed. A friendship that I had plunged a knife into.
My hands will poison anything they touch. I despise myself for even trusting myself.
Do I blame you for letting me go? When the one at fault is in my tainted soul? A soul meant to always be left in the cold, ashy, dusty darkness â a soul that will only hurt. A soul that leaves a dark shadow in its path.
Yearning for another human being to stay for a tainted soul is a burden no one should have been forced to carry. Â Though isn't it all but forgivable that a human's heart be blemished and overly-zealous?
I did not want us to die.
Was it selfish of me to have wanted to truly lived, just this once, with you?
The moment my existence is comforted, another existence loses its sights on being human.
I truly only hurt everything around me.
I am mourning a realization.
I am mourning the fact that what was once my hope in my own humanity has become my very proof of the opposite. I am mourning the fact that I never â never, ever, in a million lifetimes, even if all this comes to repeat â will wear a heartfelt smile in a world like this.
Not without you, the comfort of my existence.
Not without my humanity.
You are my humanity.
And I apologize you had to be so burdened by it.
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#âreaper writes.#writing#poetry#writer#poetryblr#footnotes time!#if the person im writing about sees this#yes you do see it. pls text me again#i could write a million letters and poems to immortalize you forever#but ill never have you back#will i?#how unfortunate#anyway if anyone wanted to know i was deeeplyyy in love with this girl#but i only really hurt her in the end#that âburdenâ i was on about was actually just me being both guarded and vulnerable to her#both sides were shitty. i realized#i shouldnt have expected her to take it#im too complicated for that#now its just too late#i feel sick writing this if you cant tell#...#:(( sigh
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FIVE! - C.K.
Synopsis. Five hours - itâs all it takes for Chosoâs baby fever to take over. After all, youâd look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.
Pairing. Choso Kamo x ReaderÂ
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, unprotected, brĂ©eding, Choso with rings + a tongue piercing, creampĂe, mentioned kids, cĂșmplay, he goes feraI, oraI (fem receiving), Itadori family shenanigans (mild spoilers for unc-kuna), overstĂm, fĂngering, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Will I ever write a Choso fic without the Itadori family? No absolutely not.
4:37PM.
âOoo, Cho can we check that place out?â
And, listen, just because Choso would give you the moon right along with his heart doesnât exactly mean heâs jumping with joy when he follows your gaze to that gaudy little shop tucked away in a corner of the mall. Flashing a loud, glittering sign reading, âFORTUNES: FIND YOUR FUTURE!â
Traitorous memories flash through his mind with each step you drag him closer. Of all those fortune shops heâd frequented years ago, trying to figure out whether youâd say yes to a date - before even thinking of actually asking you.Â
He wonât ask anything, Choso reassures, stepping through the heady, curtained doorway. Probably not anything, heâs musing, pulling out his wallet to pay for your session. Well, maybe some things, he concludes, eyeing the sprightly old woman that takes a seat opposite you two, peering down at her dramatically large glass ball on the table.Â
But that doesnât mean heâll-
âBabies.â
âHuh?â
âYes.â the woman gives a solemn nod. âFive of them.â
Both of you let out a squawk of surprise, much to the amusement of the fortune teller. And Choso can feel his palms getting sweaty against your own as he manages to croak out a low, disbelieving, âFive?â
All but toppling out of his seat in suspense as she takes a moment to scrutinize her orb once more. And, surely glass balls can glitch, right? Mix up fortunes or something? Because while he knows youâll be by his side in this life and every other one after - kids were a whole other responsibility that neither of you had talked about, yet.
At least, thatâs what Choso was trying to convince himself right before the woman lets out a thoughtful hum, âWell, you-â pointing a wisened, accusing finger right in his flushed face. â-want more - about eight - but, of course, your future wife says no.â Gesturing to your giggling figure, âHonestly, young man, learn to keep it in your pants, the poor dear!â
Shit, he was going to run away, do something to end up on the national news - and judging by the way you squeeze his hand, you could tell, too.Â
Subconsciously, Chosoâs eyes scan the wall for any hidden cameras, wondering what type of strange prank this was. It had happened once four years ago - and just-so-happened to be what made him give up and finally ask you out - but, hey, it made for a pretty great first date story, right?
Finding none, he sighs, barely opening his mouth to ask before she plows on, âAnd of course thereâs only so many your uncle can piggyback at once, right? No matter how much that grump says he doesnât like it.â
Right.
Of course.
Oh god, he thinks he could faint.Â
Choso doesnât dare say anything for the rest of the session, nor does he look directly in your eyes. Save for that one time to admire your delighted laugh when the fortune teller prattles on about how your kids will âfight his needy self for your attention.â
Not until the two of you are stepping back out into the too-bright mall, your fingers intertwined with his, voice sweet in his ear as you continue with your forgotten mission to find the good brownie mix for the family dinner tonight.Â
âEyes like yours and hair like mine.â You sigh, repeating what youâd heard mere minutes ago. Hooking a finger subtly into his belt loop, smirking, âSooo, five, huh? Youâre this worked up over that?â
âN-no.â Choso replies hastily, but the heavy gulp he takes is a dead giveaway he canât stop thinking about tiny combinations of the two of you running around. Face too-hot, hands jittery, brows furrowed as he decides for the second time in his life that, yeah heâs never stepping foot inside a fortune shop again.Â
You notice - of course, you do.Â
Especially when he pulls you into the nearest changing stall, knuckle-deep inside your drenched panties, rings cool against your cunt, lips kissing at your throat. Ignoring your teasing complaints about âgetting lateâ, despite how youâre letting him have his way.Â
He feels the vibration of your voice under his hot tongue, laughing - even when he gives your pretty clit a little pinch. âFive.â
And through it all, he canât help but think - hypothetically, of course, that he hopes they all have your laugh.
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7:16PM.
Honestly, the one thing that made the Itadori residence more of a home to Choso was having you there. Even when youâre standing with him outside the front door, letting out a sigh as you glare at your sad excuse for brownies.
âUgh, Cho, we totally burnt them.â you grumble up at your boyfriend. âYour dad is gonna hate it and Sukunaâs gonna make fun of me and-â
âSukuna can try.â Choso hits the doorbell once more, sure that the ruckus inside was too loud to even think over. âAnd he probably will.â Before turning back to your adorable pout, and ah he canât stop himself from cupping your face, smoothing over that furrow in your brow. He leans in to give your lips a chaste peck, âBut, heâs still gonna steal some. Nâ dadâll love it, and you already know gramps is gonna sneak in some even though his doctor told him not to.â Heâs getting out through kisses, pulling your giggling face closer to his. âAnd weâll be lucky to get any before Itadori inhales them.â
He ends his little speech with a slow, lingering kiss. Sliding his soft lips across your now much happier ones. Dancing a hand down to pull your hips closer, murmuring throatily, âNâ most of all, Iâm gonna love âem, baby.â
You gasp at the feeling of his long fingers pressing just at the hem of your panties through your dress, âYouâre- youâre too much.â You hiss, but it comes out more breathless than you intended. âBut, the brownies really are-â
Slam!
âYeah yeah, Jin, the brats are finally here, jusâ fucking on the porch!âÂ
If thereâs anything Chosoâs learned from all the times youâve had dinner with his family, itâs that 1. Yes, the brownies - as burnt and questionable as they were - will always turn out to be a hit in the Itadori household. 2. You were really, really too perfect for your own good, even amidst the chaos.Â
âOh no, let me.â you flash Jin a beaming smile, taking over the well cleared-out plates to the kitchen. Only to be followed by an enthusiastic Yuji almost tripping over his own feet to help you out.Â
âYou got a good one there.â Choso snaps out of his soft stare to whirl around at where his grandpa was seated next to him. He tips his head over to where you were chattering animatedly with the younger boy taking your load of dishes. âReal lovely. Though, the desert Iâm assuming you helped out with.â
Jin pipes up, âBah! I thought that liquorice was great.â
âThey wereâŠbrownies.â Face burning, he stammers, knowing full well that you were the one that forgot them in the oven. âAnd uh y-yeah, you got meâŠâ
And, of course, because itâs a family dinner, Sukuna has to lean over to rile him up. Interjecting teasingly, âThen you best wife that cute lilâ thing up before those baking skills of yours make âem run off nâ find someone that can bake.â He smirks devilishly, eyes flitting to the view of the kitchen, âAndâŠâ
âAnd?â
â-is fuckinâ great with kids, too.â
Several things happen at once - the words are barely out of Sukunaâs mouth before heâs being swatted over the head. Hard. After all, being the nicer of the two doesnât make Jin Itadori forget his roots as the older brother.
And Chosoâs jaw is dropping into a soft oh! Not at the unusual display of strength, no, instead it was at the heavenly scene before him.
He swears, the lights grow just a bit brighter and the world becomes a little rosier at the sight of you teaching an eager Yuji the correct way to scrub strainers. Gently guiding the boy until that confused furrow between his brow disappears. âYeah, just a bit more on the side and youâre done!â
He gives you a very soapy high-five, âYouâre literally a lifesaver, Kugisaki was just making fun of me for this the other day.â Moving onto the rest of the workload, ââCanât do shitâ gonna show her, seriously. Thank you mom- uh-â
Yuji freezes. You freeze. And it seems that everyone in the world mightâve frozen, except for Sukuna who was still rubbing that bump on his head.Â
And you, of course, promptly cutting off the flurry of apologies that looked like they were about to burst from Itadoriâs lips. Smiling at the flustered boy softly, âWellâŠgood job, Yuji.â you bump his hip. âAnd now onto the blender.â
âAW, MAN.â
Suddenly, everything was normal again. Except for Choso - definitely not Choso.Â
Mom?Â
So utterly, completely not Choso when everyoneâs still talking downstairs, and heâs not. Making some cheap excuse about a âbathroom breakâ, which really didnât explain why he covertly drags you behind him by the hand. All but shoving you into his childhood bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as he could without alerting anyone of your tryst.Â
âCh-Cho-â you squeal when he pushes you against the wall, dropping down to his knees with a fervor that makes you wince. But if it hurt, then Choso doesnât show it - doesnât show anything but pure need when he bunches your dress up at your waist. Soft tongue darting out to glide along your drenched slit, âWhatâs gotten- hngh- into you?â
The only response you get is a murmured growl of something you canât bother deciphering. And he doesnât give you any other, either - sluggishly nudging away your panties to admire your glistening cunt.Â
So close. Just hovering over your puffy folds, smiling at the way they only get wetter at his hot breath, âFive.â
Too close. Glossy pink lips falling slack to wrap around your clit and-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Though, it was more of a bang. And an even louder voice from outside, âOI, you brats better be decent, gramps found some dusty old albums nâ wants you two down.â
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9:02PM.
âAwww, this is from his first fight with Yuji- yes, Choso so what if I took a picture?â Jin excitedly points to a photo on the page, âYuji was the one with a bruise, but Choso was the one bawling.â
You titter at the glossy picture, a confused-looking Yuji as a toddler, being smothered by his older brother in a hug - big, fat tears running down his pouty cheeks. Adorable. And somehow that encounter with the fortune teller today rings in your mind - wonder if your kids would have those same eyes?
âAs cute as ever, huh?â your gaze dances across all the gems of childhood on the page.Â
âDisagreed.â Sukuna leans over, no matter how much heâd like to pretend he wasnât interested in these albums. âLook how attached the lilâ anklebiter used to be.â A painted nail pokes at one of Choso on his uncleâs shoulders, tiny fists happily gripping onto pink hair - much to his disgruntlement. âAnd then I look over at him now and-â He glances over at the man in question, very much unamused. âWell. Thatâs disappointing.â
Choso rolls his eyes, âWhatâs disappointing is how youâre this old but still canât find a-âÂ
âOoo look this is from when heâd run away during bath time!â
That album is snatched so fast out of Jinâs hands that you wonder whether it might just be your imagination. But you look over at a red-faced Choso, seeing him hold it way above your heads. Muttering out a hasty, âI think thatâs enough photo time.â
Amidst the collective groans of disappointment - even Sukuna lets out a low huff, you hadnât gotten to those ugly matching Halloween costume pictures yet - only Yuji speaks up, âDo you think Iâd be like that, too?â
Sukuna scoffs, âWhat? An emo bastard? Might just work out for ya, kid, the dumbass look isnât doing you any favors.â
Yuji juts his chin in indignance, âNo- we already have Fushiguro for that.â Tilting his head over to the album still tight in Chosoâs clutches. âDo you think your kids would like me? Would I be that cool favorite family member?â
âNo way, brat. Itâll be me.â
Chosoâs grandpa also chimes in as well, âHuh? No, Iâd be the favorite.â
âGramps-â
âSays who?â
âDISRESPECT TO YOUR ELDERS!â
âHey!â Everything turns to Choso, startled at his sudden outburst. Tension crackling as he pokes a thumb at his chest, âIâd be their favorite. For all five of them.â
And you knew a fist or two to be thrown, hell, you half-expected the album to be used as some type of weapon. Because before you knew it, Sukuna was on Yuji, and both Yuji and Choso were on Sukuna. Falling to the floor in a tangled pile while his grandpa sat on the sidelines, chanting an elated, âFight! Fight! Fight!â
Ah, itâs times like this that you wonder how Jin Itadori really had the patience. Because with all the grace that was lacking in the current scuffle on the living room floor, he claps his hands loudly. âAlright. Perhaps Chosoâs right, thatâs enough photo time for tonight.â He plucks the album out of a dazed Choso still gripping onto it, before moving to walk out. âAnd for the record-â Flashing you all a devious smile which suddenly had you remember that shit, him and Sukuna were twins, after all. â-Iâd be the favorite.â
The arguments that followed were ones you had to record on your phone to giggle at later. And, yet, through it all, the only thing you could truly focus on were Chosoâs words - all five of them.
Fuck. You were truly, irrevocably so fucked, and one sideglance at the pretty pink blush burning at the tips of Chosoâs ears told you he wasnât faring any better.Â
You jolt when his hand wraps around your waist - nothing out of the ordinary - but what was was the way he strayed past their usual perch at your hip, trailing slightly above to just caress your stomach. Something so electric in those eyes when they catch yours briefly.Â
All five of them, huh?
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9:37PM.Â
SLAM!
âCho, whyâd you-â
âShut up.â
You donât know whatâs hitting you first - his lips crashing against yours, or the realization that this was Choso. Dark eyes half-lidded, skin burning, breaths heaving with the fervor he was drinking you in with.Â
âWhat-â you yelp when he pulls away lazily to suck on your lower lip. âWhat got-â Only to come clashing back down again, drawing out all the air in your lungs as he blindly shoves the two of you against the nearest wall. âWhat got into you this- mmpf-â And again itâs like Choso didnât want you to talk - could bare another word in your sweet voice for fear of poking some deep, visceral part of himself awake.Â
This time, not even daring to break the kiss, he pants into your open mouth, âShut up.â So bruisingly sloppy, âPlease.â
And oh he was so very determined to have it that way, because all you can do is let out breathless gasps when his hands dance down your body. Handling you so rough with the way he snaps the neckline of your cute lilâ dress, kneading your breasts, your hips. Everywhere and anywhere he could reach until he makes his way down to cup your already-damp cunt through your panties. â-because tonight mâgonna have her talking.â
Choso pushes his hips against yours with a strained grunt. Lips curling into a sinful leer when all you can do is gasp at the outline of his thick erection through his pants. Grinding down onto his palm subconsciously, dragging your sloppy pussy.Â
âShit.â Choso immediately brings his hand up to admire - now all glistening with a sheen of your syrupy slick. Looking you right in your glassy eyes as he pops a wet finger into his mouth. His own rolling to the back of his head, âOh shit.â
Oh, he was going to enjoy this. So very, very much.
âTurns outâŠâ he trails off, cutting himself off by dropping to his knees. Hard. Large hands groping your ass closer to his greedy mouth, â-she says we got some unfinished business.â
You whine when Choso hooks an index underneath the mound of your drenched panties sliding it along your puffy folds. All the way up until he was nudging at your pretty clit, then down, down, down until you were just coating his fingers.Â
âNgh- Cho-â your knees weaken, when his hot breath hits your pussy. And he notices - of course he does. Circling his muscled arms around your legs to hold you up, âOh my god sâtoo much.â
Too much? Heâs barely even getting started. And he tells you that - slurs it between his sharp canines biting down on the thin fabric of your panties. He tugs with his teeth, âMâgonna- fuck you smell so heavenly- mâgonna ruin you.âÂ
You whimper in disbelief. Knowing he was too entranced with your cunt to tease you again, you mewl, âWh-whatâs got you this- fuck- worked up, Cho?â
The only response you get is a throaty growl - like the mere idea of the answer to that has Choso losing his sanity.Â
And, honestly he feels like heâs lost it already. Instead, taking his time to watch the way your slick beads through the see-through fabric with each passing second. Breaths coming out in little puffs as he pulls your panties back every-so-slightly and-
âFuck!â
And then heâs pulling - ripping your poor panties to shreds. Cock twitching wildly at the strings of slick connecting your pussy to the fabric. Mouthwatering.Â
Your panties lay in tatters on the floor. The cold air hitting you right along with his steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Smearing it across your folds with his thumbs as Choso repeats a single, jagged whisper, âFive.â
But you barely even have the time to register his response before heâs diving nose-deep into your dripping cunt. You donât even know if he took the time to breathe - hell, he was kissing your puffy folds like he didnât need to breathe.Â
âShouldnât have taken me to ngh- that fortune shop.â his lips mesh sloppily with yours. âShouldnât have gone to dinner, too.â Licking down your folds, the cold metal of his piercing making your head spin. âFuckkk we shouldnât have. Ohhh we shouldnât have- â
He canât help but let out a guttural, fucked-out little grunt at the sight. Looking right up into your glassy eyes as the tip of his nose bumps against your throbbing clit. On purpose.Â
You buck your hips deeper into his pretty face, mewling. âO-oh. Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-â Letting him lick so filthily all over your clit - your folds - just barely dipping into your hole like he couldnât decide. And it finally sets in that just maybe you werenât getting off easy this time. âFive?â
And fuck you can feel the way Choso grins against your pussy, wrapping his now-glossy lips around your clit to suck so harshly.
âMhmmm.â he moans, cheeks hollowing as he tugs on your poor, ravaged clit. Rolling his tongue - the ball of his piercing - right across the sensitive bud in just the way he knew you liked. âShouldnât have put those thoughts in my head, baby.â
Oh.
Oh, shit. Five.Â
You definitely werenât making it out alive today.
The same sentiment seems to ring in Chosoâs pussydrunk head as he pulls away with a lewd squelch to grin up at you. So fucking pretty with his eyes miles away, hair messily framing his smudged eyeliner. Lips all puffy and glistening, your slick covering the lower half of his face, his chin - some even on his jaw like Choso was trying to get messy on purpose. âYa finally got it, baby? I could feel her gettinâ wetter.â
You did. How could you not?
You jump when Choso reattaches his lips, this time bullying his tongue past your folds, into that first, feeble ring of resistance. Stretching out your sopping entrance on his tongue in persistent, rough pushes. âSeems she hngh- really likes the idea, hm? Of me breeding this lilâ cunt?â he moans, muffled with the way he was thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper with each second. Roaming for those cute sensitive spots he knew so well, âNâ who am I to say no to the fuck- mother of my kids?â
âThere! Oh my god there-â you cry when his piercing just hits at your g-spot. âI-I thought you ngh- didnât want kids, Choââ
As if to prove you wrong, Chosoâs only curling his tongue deeper into your walls. Squeezing past your walls to fuck you exactly the way he wanted to with his aching cock right now. Hitting that magic spot again and again and-
âOh yeah? Seems-â Like he was fucking addicted, Choso surges forward again. And again. And again and again so deep that you could feel the curve of his chin, each and every movement of his jaw. âSeems the last five hours were a bit- eye-opening. Fuck- youâre squeezinâ me sâfucking- mmf- tightâ
And it was true - your walls were milking Chosoâs tongue so hard you half-lucidly wondered whether it didnât hurt. Whether his tongue wasnât cramping up at this point, lips aching.Â
But if they did, then Choso acted the exact opposite. Nails leaving neat little patterns on the plush of your hips as he makes you ride his face harder.Â
âCho!â you buck your hips wildly when that wasnât enough for your needy boyfriend either. Big, fat tears of overstimulation rising up to your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your pulsing clit. Rings cold against your cunt when he starts to draw urgent, messy little circles in time with his tongue.âOh fuck-âÂ
âFive.â heâs spitting into your cunt when your thighs start trembling beside his head. Jaw sagging open so lewdly as he gets faster - sloppier. Fuck any rhythm or reason. âFive.â he moans, sounding as strained as you felt - as taut as a tightrope right now with each drag of your sloppy cunt over Chosoâs ravenous mouth. Greedier - letting your slick run all the way down his wrist now with how messy he was getting. âFive.â he whispers, when you finally cum.Â
And shit, youâre such a vision when you do. Tears springing to your eyes, fingers tightening on Chosoâs hair. Letting out such cute sobs of his name, hips moving out of control all over his mouth while he still pulls and pushes his tongue into your gummy walls. Fucking you so obscenely through your high.Â
âYeah? You all done with the first one, baby?â he rasps, giving your sensitive cunt one, last peck at your delirious nod - and another extra, just to watch you squirm. âThen-â Choso does the same up your body, pressing his lips to your stomach, â-you can-â the valley of your breasts. â-take responsibility.â
Thatâs all it takes for Choso to easily throw you onto his sculpted shoulders like some ragdoll. Taking long, urgent steps towards the nearest flat surface - that just so happened to be your couch.Â
âCho- slow-â you squeal when he throws you onto the cushions. â-down.â
And he does anything but. Barely paying attention to your zipper when he pulls off whateverâs left of your dress, throwing it god-knows-where behind him. âIâll buy you a new one when we go pregnancy shopping.â
Choso lets out a long, strained groan when he unbuckles your bra. âGonna be so pretty as a mama.â Large, soft hands coming to knead and guide your pretty nipples into his mouth, âGonna be- fuck- so pretty with these all full.âÂ
And you can only watch, jaw-dropped, as Choso sucks on your tits. Eyes rolling to the back of his head with how harsh he was - as if he was trying to get out milk. Needing to feel it - to taste it on his tongue.Â
âAnd this- oh this-â A hand sneaks its way down to splay out over your stomach. Pressing down, hard. âSo round and full with my kid.â He manages to grit out over the metal clinking of his belt, âTheyâll look at you and all theyâll see is me.â He pauses, feeling something crinkle in his pocket - a shiny condom. One that Choso chucks along with your dress, âFuck, theyâll see me. Know how I ruined you. Me me me me-â
Fuck-Â
Youâre so caught up in Chosoâs sinful little mutters that you barely even noticed heâd pull down his pants - just enough for his rock-hard erection to spring free. And he looked so painfully hard, such an angry red at his weeping tip, leaking all the way down, down, down those prominent veins.Â
Twitching upwards at the mere sound of your voice, âWhy donât you p-prove it then, Cho?â
You broke him. You were sure you broke him.Â
The words have barely left your lips before Chosoâs fist is squeezing at the drenched base of his cock. Angry. Desperate.Â
All but cumming on the spot when he glides his fat head along your slit - letting your cunt drool all over him before-
âF-fuck-â
âShhh baby, I know I know.â his mouth crashes against yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Sucking on your tongue while he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. Inch by fucking inch. And whateverâs remaining of Chosoâs sanity knows he should slow down, let you breathe, maybe stretch you out more - but how could he when he physically canât. âFuck- too- too good. God, I have t-to do this more often.â
Your raw cunt too heavenly that he genuinely canât stop his hips from splitting you apart deeper, from spreading your thrashing legs so far apart it burned.
From feeling the way youâre torn between taking more and flattening your feet to push away- Letting out a strangled groan, âNo no no no no- donât you take this pussy away. How else will I breed her?â He runs his delirious mouth, strong arms just dragging you across the couch back onto his mean cock. âNeed this- need this so bad. Fuck-â Choso throws his head back as your cunt sucks up his leaky tip. â-oh god think mâgonna die if I donât get to breed this pretty pussy. To give her my kid.â
Pushing in small, sharp jabs to bully himself inside, having your puffy folds bulge so obscenely around his cock. Quivering and struggling to take him all. Not even a quarter of the way in yet he was pushing in and out in and out in and-
âOh- please-â you claw down his toned back, his waist, onto the biceps that were pushing your knees up for easier access, all the way until they were at your tits. Folding you into a tight mating press, âChoââ
Ah, that little nickname always did things to him. And Choso nuzzles the crook of your neck gently - the exact opposite of his hips, leaving faint, dark streaks of eyeliner on your skin. âWhat is it? What do you hngh- want, baby? Iâll give ya anything.â
And maybe you were a mastermind. Maybe you were an idiot. Because you hum into his ear, sending goosebumps rising down your boyfriendâs spine, âWanâ five of them.â
If you thought you broke him before then you fucking ruined him now.
Because in one, harsh thrust heâs bottoming out - feeling like he was pushing all the way into your lungs, your hazy brain. And the stretch - fuck. You could feel each and every dip and curve of Chosoâs girth, thrumming against your plushy walls. Still pushing inside you despite bottoming out, stretching you out like such a slut.Â
It was all Choso could do to echo, over and over like some type of mantra. âFinally- Five, huh? Five- Fuck!â Leaving little bruises on your thighs from spreading them apart so hard. âGonna give you five- fuck- five.â
Each word was punctuated by a long, mean thrust, not daring to reel back until Choso could feel his fat head kiss your poor cervix, and his heavy balls smack against your ass.Â
It was starting to take a toll on your ability to speak in coherent sentences - as expected, of course.Â
âOh- ngh- Cho, sâtoo deep. Too- ah-â you blubber tearily, heels digging into his shoulders. And he only fucks you harder into the couch. Bouncing you so rough on his swollen cock.Â
âToo deep?â Choso mutters, sounding genuinely surprised. As if to confirm for himself, he trails up a hand to feel for where he knew he was leaving loving little marks on your cervix. Pressing down. âHow are ya- hah- how are ya gonna let me breed this cute cunt if even this is too deep, huh?â
You donât have the ability to answer even if you wanted to - because Choso starts to toy with your still-sensitive clit. Sending flashes of white-hot pleasure with each roll of his ringed thumb over it. Tiny, incessant circles.
He coos over your lewd ah! ah! ah! âAwww. My baby canât s-speak anymore?â. The curve of his dick fucking you so dumb, massaging your tight walls, hitting sweet spots you didnât even know you had. âSâalright, jusâ let me hah- take care of it, okay? Jusâ let me paint this oh- heavenly pussy white.â Chosoâs knees dig into the cushion as he angles his hips ever-so-slightly to hit that one-
âFuck! Oh fuck- Choââ
Found it.
âCâmon, baby.â Choso moans into the valley of your breasts, hips out of control now. Free hand coming up to squish your cheeks together, forcing you to peer into his dark gaze. âL-look at me. Fuck- look at the future father to your kids.â
All while his thick tip hit your g-spot over and over and-Â
And oh how he loved how fucked-out you looked already. Capable of only giving him bleary, cockdrunk heart-eyes as he milks himself on your sloppy cunt. He couldnât think straight - doesnât think heâs been able to since five hours ago.Â
Since heâs been wrecked with thoughts of how heâd do their hair and youâd pick them up from school. And how Yuji would be the best uncle and- Fuck, how he wanted those five kids with you - maybe even more-Â
âMore?â you gasp. And Choso lets out a guttural groan when you clench so sinfully around him in surprise. Fucking you so filthy, âM-more kids?â
Choso only drawls out a low, âMhmmmm.â Pinching your clit faster between two fingers to shut up those cute whines because shit- he could cum from just how tight you were squeezing him. But refuses to before the mother of his kids. âYa donâ ngh- wanâ me to? Donâ want me to fuck a baby into you?âÂ
Youâre crying out harder when he speeds up. Rocking your sloppy cunt so harshly, making sure your poor pussy will remember him for a long, long time. Just trying - needing - to make himself cum. To fill you up with his seed till you canât take it anymore. âI- ngh- do!â
And it takes everything in Choso to pull away from your ravaged tits, connecting his sweaty forehead with yours. Whispering, âHow many?â
âAs- fuck-â
âMhm?â
âAs many as you want- hngh-â
Thatâs all it takes for Chosoâs body to bow, teeth digging in right above that rapid pulse on your neck so hard you wondered whether it drew blood. Hips stuttering, giving your sensitive spot one last, harsh kiss.
This time, when you cum you see white flashes behind your eyes - or maybe that was just Choso. Because the sight of you falling apart on his dick was all it takes for him to as well. Hard. Almost painfully so.Â
Eyeliner running down his cheeks now with each thick, hot rope of seed he was filling your snug cunt up with. Those cushions below the two of you the last thing on his mind right now as he holds your trembling hips still, fucking his cum deeper and deeper.
The hand on your stomach pushes down, watching awe-struck at how your bloated cunt just coats him in cum. Dribbling down the side of your puffy folds, forming a creamy ring at his base.
âOh!â your jaw falls slack at how animalistic it felt. At how slutty your overfilled pussy felt, drooling all down your legs - and his. Onto Chosoâs painfully squeezing balls as he fucks you like an animal. Again. And again and-
Again. He was speeding his hips up again.Â
Then itâs like something snaps - Chosoâs restraint, your sanity, and the couch. Fuck, his hips were so harsh that the couch was sagging entirely too much on your end.
This time, wrangling your legs around Chosoâs waist, lifting your limp body up into Chosoâs arms before you can react - squirming at the way he still doesnât bother to pull out. Letting your cum gush all the way down his still-hard dick.Â
Hands spreading your puffy folds apart, making such a mess of cum down below as he drags himself across your walls. Like he was marking you from the inside out - and he was.
âDidnât think we were ngh- done, did you?â Chosoâs lips graze your swollen ones. âAfter all, I did promise five.â Softly pooling a stray tear onto his tongue, piercing burning into your heated skin. âNâ we gotta practice for that, too, right?â
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âThe photo albums, really? Honestly, dad, you might as well have just gone and just outright told them.â
The older man only waves a hand dismissively, turning back to his favorite late-night show, âIâm not getting any younger here. Nâ Iâd like to see some grandkids before I see the pearly gates.â
Jin only sighs, but doesnât disagree - after all, he couldnât deny his father what he himself has been dreaming about ever since Choso finally plucked up the courage to actually ask you out. Yet he persists, âBut honestly, Sukuna - you were teasing him a bit too much.â
Sukuna grunts, âTeasing? What teasing?â Crossing two big arms across his chest, âFrom the way they ran outta here, I suspect he should be thanking me.â
âWell, the true MVP - as the kids say - is this one-â Grandpa Itadori points at a rather oblivious Yuji. âReal nice improv to the plan, kid.â
Who only shakes his head before looking around the room for any answers, âHuh, wait. What plan? Did I miss some plan?â
âAhem- no. Nothing.â Jin coughs, swiftly moving along the conversation above Yujiâs confused protests about what secret plan there was and why. âBut, really, it should be that fortune teller you hired, Sukuna. Bit over-the-top honestly, but Choso was telling me all about her and you mustâve gotten a real convincing actress.â
Rolling his eyes, âHuh, I didnât hire her, I thought that was the olâ manâs work?â
âNow why would I go looking for actresses, my wife would just haunt me from the grave.â
The silence that follows is a heavy one as it slowly dawns upon everyone in the room - except for a still-floundering Yuji - that this was in no way a creative improvisation to the aforementioned plan. Not at all, really.
Oh.Â
Wow. FiveâŠreally?!
âGUYS WHAT WAS THE PLAN?â
A/N. This got wayyyyyy longer than I expected lmao.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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they've really gone rouge with this seasons adaption of Romancing Mister Bridgerton
#the first two seasons i actually felt greatly improved the plots by better weaving the characters together and creating a more cohesive plot#and motivations. but this one is all out of wack (thus far. havent finished). and that hot air balloon bit?? man what.#Romancing Mister Bridgerton was one of the weaker novels imo and i kinda thought the show runners wouldnt fumble penelope as badly.#colin is also much more one dimensional in the show. half his personality is wistful staring#the author created interesting side characters but could only write the same protagonists--especially the men. season two gave me hope the#show would actually differentiate the kids since the leads had such insane chemistry and anthony was actually interesting. but alas.#penelope girl you can do better. focus on your rag.#why am i so pressed about this show. I hated the books.#every episode. wake up. go to a morning party. furtively stare. go to an evening party. wistfully sigh. go home. repeat.
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While I'm writing things that I've been intending to write for a while... one of the things that I think that a lot of people who haven't been involved in like... banking or corporate shenaniganry miss about why our economy is its current flavor of total fuckery is the concept of "fiduciary duty to shareholders."
"Why does every corporation pursue endless growth?" Fiduciary duty to shareholders.
"Why do corporations treat workers the way they do?" Fiduciary duty to shareholders.
"Why do corporations make such bass-ackwards decisions about what's 'good for' the company?" Fiduciary duty to shareholders.
The legal purpose of a corporation with shareholders -- its only true purpose -- is the generation of revenue/returns for shareholders. Period. That's it. Anything else it does is secondary to that. Sustainability of business, treatment of workers, sustainability and quality of product, those things are functionally and legally second to generating revenue for shareholders. Again, period, end of story. There is no other function of a corporation, and all of its extensive legal privileges exist to allow it to do that.
"But Spider," you might say, "that sounds like corporations only exist in current business in order to extract as much money and value as possible from the people actually doing the work and transfer it up to the people who aren't actually doing the work!"
Yes. You are correct. Thank you for coming with me to that realization. You are incredibly smart and also attractive.
You might also say, "but Spider, is this a legal obligation? Could those running a company be held legally responsible for failing their obligations if they prioritize sustainability or quality of product or care of workers above returns for shareholders?"
Yes! They absolutely can! Isn't that terrifying? Also you look great today, you're terribly clever for thinking about these things. The board and officers of a corporation can be held legally responsible to varying degrees for failing to maximize shareholder value.
And that, my friends, is why corporations do things that don't seem to make any fucking sense, and why 'continuous growth' is valued above literally anything else: because it fucking has to be.
If you're thinking that this doesn't sound like a sustainable economic model, you're not alone. People who are much smarter than both of us, and probably nearly as attractive, have written a proposal for how to change corporate law in order to create a more sensible and sustainable economy. This is one of several proposals, and while I don't agree with all of this stuff, I think that reading it will really help people as a springboard to understanding exactly why our economy is as fucked up as it is, and why just saying 'well then don't pursue eternal growth' isn't going to work -- because right now it legally can't. We'd need to change -- and we can change -- the laws around corporate governance.
This concept of 'shareholder primacy' and the fiduciary duty to shareholders is one I had to learn when I was getting my securities licenses, and every time I see people confusedly asking why corporations try to grow grow grow in a way that only makes sense if you're a tumor, I sigh and think, 'yeah, fiduciary duty to shareholders.'
(And this is why Emet and I have refused to seek investors for NK -- we might become beholden to make decisions which maximize investor return, and that would get in the way of being able to fully support our people and our values and say the things we started this company to say.)
Anyway, you should read up on these concepts if you're not familiar. It's pretty eye-opening.
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