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properties-in-delhi-ncr · 1 year ago
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the-haunted-office · 17 days ago
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There’s an incomprehensible thing filling the world outside of the Office. It appears to be in the sky, in the air, on the ground, all around, somehow everywhere all at once. Doomsday can’t get a proper sense of what it is or how to describe it, because her eyes aren’t sure what they are seeing, they can’t focus on it, and her brain can’t comprehend it.
If she had to put some words to it, though, she might describe it in the same way that September did upon seeing it.
Unimaginable colors, and unknowable shapes, all bending in on themselves, then refracting, twisting, bending, expanding, contracting, curling, unfurling, stretching out, reaching, filling, seeping, creeping, contorting, winding, twirling, whirling, spiraling. Endlessly. It has no end. It has no beginning. It just keeps going. As long as she keeps looking, it keeps going, and it’s both, somehow both, maddening and beautiful. So many contradictions, she doesn't know if she can stand it.
It’s not only filling the world, it’s filling her world, and it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, even though it’s going everywhere.
And as she stares at it, as it fills her world, she can't explain it, but she comes to realization of exactly who she's looking at. Not what, but who.
"Thursday..."
September, who is standing up on the Office roof with her, can't take her eyes - any of them - away from the incomprehensible thing in the sky, but in a sense, she is stunned by what her companion has said. "Thursday...?" She doesn't say it, but beneath her echo of disbelief is her question, the same as Doomsday: How can it be?
How can this utterly unfathomable twisting, bending shape of shapes, directionless direction, object without any sense of... anything that is filling the world be... Thursday?
And, perhaps more importantly, what is she doing and what does she want?
Maybe that's just it, Sept thinks as she continues to stare at it - her - thinking. Maybe Thursday doesn't know what she's doing. Maybe Thursday doesn't know what she wants. Could that be what she is doing here... like this? Could that be what happened to her? This complete dissolution of her entire being?
Doomsday wonders is Thursday is really dead, and if she is, is this what she has become? This... thing? Why? Why did this become this massive thing? And why is she here now? Why is she like this? What could she possibly be doing here like this? Something feels not quite right. This is her sister. Her alternate. The two of them are inextricably linked, not only in life, not only in death, but in soul, in all ways possible. They are one and the same, save from different timelines. Their lives and everything contained within and without are bound together, not so much two halves of the same whole as they are two sides of the same coin. She can feel that something is off here, and she doesn't like it.
"Thursday!" she shouts to her, to her sister, the other side of her coin. "We're here! We're here for you!"
It's quiet. Everything feels quiet, much more than it should be. Especially when the monstrosity shifts. Neither Doom nor Sept can describe how it shifts, but it does. It simply moves.
And then there are voices. Many voices. Yet they all sync up in such perfect harmony they are impossible to distinguish one from the other. Still, they are all still undeniably... Thursday.
We... can see... where... you... are...
Doomsday pauses. Blinks. Lets out a laugh. There's her sister. "Heyyy! So, you made it out of there after all! Just got a little... redesign, looks like! What's up with that?"
We... don't think... the rest... of... the multiverse... is... needed... any... longer... Doomsday...
"...What?"
We... are raising... a protective... shield... over... this one... and then... we are... going... to destroy... everything... else...
"...What?"
..........Ahahahahahahaha! We... got... you...!
Doomsday didn't realize it a minute ago, but she realizes it now.
Her heart. Her heart is racing. "Fucking hell! What the fuck was that for?! You asshole!"
Sept is right there with her. "Thursday, what a thing to joke about. You... actually had me going for a minute there." A brief pause. "I'm impressed."
Hehehehe... No... We don't think... We could... ever... do... such a... thing...
"So... what do we do now, then?" Doom asks.
We... don't know... yet... We suppose... the answer... should be... to live... or... some other... profound... saying... but We... are still... trying... to figure... things... out.... How... about... we start... a new... Narrative... and go... from there...
That seems to be an agreeable solution. A new beginning of sorts, rather than an end. Thursday was never good at writing those - endings. She was only ever good at beginning things. This story didn't need an ending. It didn't even need a beginning. All it needed was to be written.
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vilda-ravenhill · 2 months ago
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UPDATE LOG WOOO FINALLY FINISHED A CHAPTER LETS GO
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talesfromthebandgeekmafia · 5 months ago
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I play D&D sometimes with my brother and/or his friends on his discord server and good god it’s so hard being the only bitch out here who plays D&D for the roleplay
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asummersday · 1 year ago
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on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad of an idea would it be to try to write and post chapter 6 by the time i move out of dorms (next week)
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chemical-processes · 9 months ago
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Absolutely love it when past-me makes editing and working on my WIPs living hell
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jrueships · 2 years ago
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ok girl. calm down .
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urwendii · 2 years ago
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Should I bring morgoth back ?
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properties-in-delhi-ncr · 1 year ago
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Near upcoming metro station
Surrounded by commercial hubs, educational institutes, hospitals etc
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yeleltaan · 2 years ago
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// I am free.
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tsubasaclones · 1 year ago
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only a few days until i get to see my bestie akiho again
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cyarskj1899 · 8 days ago
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THANK YOU! Like it's very weird and quite frankly... rapey when men wait to approach you until you lack good control over yourself. Idk how anyone is defending him just bc she said they drunkenly had sex, as if that permits being shot at
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ppgreen-city · 11 days ago
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4 BHK flats for sale in Sonipat
PP Green City offers luxurious 4 BHK flats for sale in Sonipat, blending modern design with premium amenities. Each spacious unit is crafted for comfort, featuring elegant interiors and ample natural light. Residents enjoy easy access to schools, shopping, and parks, creating an ideal family-friendly environment.
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undavalliconstructions · 25 days ago
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fushitoru · 5 days ago
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seperation anxiety! a (clan head) gojo satoru fic
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pairing ⸺ clan head!gojo x wife!reader
summary ⸺ 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 ⸺ 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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“Pleaseeeee,” Satoru has his face buried in your chest, nuzzling in further while complaining. It’s almost comical how he—head of the biggest clan in Jujutsu—is 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. “Will you come with me?”
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. “Satoru, you know what they think of me. I'm not exactly their favorite person.” You’re 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, you’re the more rational one between you and Satoru—in fact, most of the people who know you would agree that you’re 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 threats—powerful sorcerers bonded in defiance.
At the mention of "higher-ups," Satoru's pout deepens, and his pleading voice grows more insistent. “Pleeeease,” he drags out, practically whining. “I have separation anxiety.”
You feel a pang of sympathy. These meetings are miserable for him—hours trapped in a room with men twice his age, trying to dictate his every move. “I don’t know, Satoru…” you murmur, hesitating.
But Satoru takes advantage of your softening resolve, hugging you tighter, his face pressing into you again. “Don’t make me go in there alone!” he says, his voice muffled. “You have no idea how much you silence them. One word from you, and they all think twice. I’m already one step away from wanting to kill them all.”
A sigh escapes you as you realize he’s not letting up. And while you’re reluctant, you know that your presence, your opinion—one of the few he truly values—might actually give him a sense of calm in that harsh room. “Alright, alright,” you concede finally, hand smoothing the fabric of his sleeve. "But no making a scene." 
His answering smirk is smug, giving you a fat, sloppy kiss on your cheek that you’re not afraid to show your partial-disgust about. You all but have to wrestle him off of you white he’s 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. 
As soon as you get in, Gojo turns sharply to Ijichi, who’s shifting the gear. “Put the divider up.”
“O-Okay, Gojo-san.” A little intimidated by the commanding tone in your husband’s 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.
“Satoru!” you exclaim, surprised as he captures his lips with yours. His hands roam your body as he moans, almost obnoxiously, because he knows you’re 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.
“My pretty wife,” he purrs, now trailing kisses down your jaw and into your neck. “So pretty, so supportive.”
Despite his dizzying movements, you try to get a hold of yourself. “Satoru, we shouldn’t be doing this here. We need to discuss what to sa—”
“Fuck that,” he sighs, so breathless that you want to cave in.
“No, but—”
His eyes darken, and his hands start creeping up your legs, going slowly and slowly closer to your pussy. “Baby, you know I value what you have to say,” and his fingers graze your folds, making you leak even more with his teasing, “but I wanna listen to something else.”
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. “Satoru,” you whine out, clutching his upper arms as he has his way while toying with you.
“Yea, that’s what I wanna hear,” 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 panties’ crotch to the side to allow him to touch you. “My good girl.”
As he’s touching you, the squelching sounds fills the enclosure you’re in and you’re desperately praying to God Ijichi can’t hear the lewd things the both of you are doing in the back. You’re just reduced to whimpering, unable to reject Satoru’s dizzying touches, his free hand leaving your panties to grope at your inner thighs, ass, and breasts. It’s like he’s devouring you with his kisses, urgent, as he continues curling his fingers. 
Between kisses, you try to get out a “Satoru—mmph,” smooch, “we shouldn’t be—mm” smooch, “shouldn’t be doing this here!” 
“What,” he drawls, and with the glint in his eyes you know the fucker’s trying to toy with you, knows what he’s doing is mischievous. “I can’t touch my wife?”
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. “We’re here, Satoru we need to go—-” As you’re 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 eyes—the same ones that you spent despising in your early school years—he 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. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
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 didn’t bump your head against the car’s ceiling. “Let’s go and deal with those hags, my love.”
To be honest, you don’t really understand why Satoru is so handsy today. He’s 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 you’re about to take a seat next to Gojo—being mindful of your kimono so you don’t flash any of these old bastards—one of them speaks up. 
“Gojo-sama, why is this woman here?”
You continue to take your seat, noticing Satoru’s jaw clenched. But right as he’s about to say something, you cut in for him. “This woman,” and you smile, deceptively sweet, “is the lady of the clan. It would do you well to remember the hierarchy of the Gojo clan.” You don’t 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 you’re 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 Sukuna’s 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. 
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, “What is wrong with you today?! Cut it out.”
In your life, you’ve 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 husband’s charm. Satoru knows what he’s 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. 
a/n gojo the type to start moaning randomly to make you fold #sorrynotsorry 
The indecency of all of it—-Gojo basically whimpering in your ear sweet nothings like good girl, that’s my wife, gonna let me finger you in front of all these ugly hags, right?—-being loud in your ear but also just quiet enough that you’d only hear made you so wet, heat throbbing between your thighs as Satoru’s hands start rubbing your fold. It’s a teasing touch, one not enough to satisfy you but to stimulate you nonetheless. 
It’s 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. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you?”
“I hate you,” you puff out, trying to fight the heat creeping up your neck as Satoru’s 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, Satoru’s arms engulfing you as you’re forced to take whatever touches he’s giving you under the table. 
“She’s so loud,” 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. 
A voice comes out to reprimand your husband sharply. “Gojo-sama, this is hardly appropriate.”
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. “Can’t my spouse attend this meeting? I value her opinion above everyone else’s in this room, after all,” he drawls, lodging his chin in the curve of your neck. “Besides,” and he flashes a dangerous grin to the man who spoke out, “weren’t you the ones who were oh so worried about me not having an heir?” 
At this point, you’ve 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. 
“But guess what,” and he gives you a kiss on the cheek, despite the aversion the rest of the higher ups have to any displays of affection, “we can solve that problem right here, right now.” 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 one’s seen you riding out your orgasm out so visible, because there are gasps around the room at how obscene Gojo’s suggestion was. “It is shameful of you to be saying such things, Gojo-sama!” one of them sputters out, red with anger and outrage. 
Your husband not so subtly rolls his eyes. “Then don’t bring it up all the time, old man.” Satoru knows how touchy and vulnerable you are right after you cum, so he’s running his hands softly up and down your thighs to quell your quivers affectionately. “Actually, what about this? You all haven’t witnessed us consummate our marriage, correct?” He smirks. “What about witnessing the heir-making next time?”
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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
comment and reblog to let me know ur thots :3
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It's cutting off blood to something.
Pardon it if it can't tell all your external bits apart.
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