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thedeviltohisangel · 3 days ago

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Over the Handlebars//Fools Rush In

a/n: a direct continuation to part 1 which can be found in my pinned post! thank you for the love and support on part 1! the rest of this may or may not be chronological so if you have any requests for these two, please send them my way. xoxo

Dr. Robby has decided that he cannot go on with his life if he thinks there is even a chance of him and Dr. Larson being more than an attending and a resident. So one night on the roof, he tells her just that. But his bullshit is more transparent than he thinks.

The cold bit into her skin but she enjoyed it. The way it burns through her nose and into her lungs and spread to fill the emptiness of her chest. Everything felt better with a little fresh air. Her headache was gone. Her nausea was settling. Her blood was pumping again. She had made it through the shift. And she could make it home to her bed, too.

“It’s a little bit cold out here tonight, isn’t it?” Charlie didn’t jump in surprise because she had been expecting him. The first day she was at PTMC, she found herself on the roof after shift. And he had been there too. He had been standing at the edge and contemplating the night sky and she had silently sat against the HVAC unit. Not a word was said between them. It wasn’t the time or the place to talk about the night they had spent together. Nor did it feel appropriate to rehash any of the cases they had worked on together all day. They were content to just simply be.

“Feels good. I think my cheeks have been flushed for the last hour.” Robby knew they had been because had been watching her. Today he had watched her expertly reduce a hip, intubate a patient without a camera to guide her and successfully remove a battery from a little boy’s nose. He had watched her because he found it impossible to look away from her.

“Here, I don’t need my newest resident getting a fever.” It felt strangely intimate to watch him shed his hoodie and offer it to her. To see the flash of ink on his biceps that was normally hidden by the sleeve of his scrubs.

“Thank you.” She pulled the collar to her nose as subtly yet shamelessly as possible. The scent of him lingered and wrapped around her like a blanket of safety and warmth. She remembered the feeling of being in his arms, enveloped in his very essence. This was as close to getting that back as she was ever going to get. “And I also don’t just mean for the hoodie. For accepting my application midway through the traditional term.” Robby shrugged.

“Your resume was the most diverse I’ve seen. A perfect fit for an emergency department, especially one as busy as ours. I knew you’d be an asset to our team.”

“My dad he…he lives in a trailer park on the outskirts of the city. He needs someone to take care of him so…” Charlie wasn’t sure why she was sharing the reasoning behind her transfer. And why she sounded so embarrassed to be discussing her father’s living situation.

“He’s very lucky to have you,” he answered. He leaned his elbows onto the barrier so he could look up at her and have unfettered views of her face. Watching her work downstairs was one thing but admiring her in the moonlight was another thing entirely. He could be convinced that Artemis was jealous. “I did come up here and interrupt your moment of peace and privacy for a reason.”

“Not interrupting,” she furrowed her brow, “I like our happenstance mutual silence on the roof.” She was beginning to look forward to it even.

“I wanted to apologize for the first day. When Dr. Mohan introduced us and I was other than welcoming.” That had been days ago. Almost two weeks. Had he been agonizing over his words for that long?

“I didn’t think you were. No need for an apology.”

“No, I implied that the night we actually met was one we should pretend never happened. And I shouldn’t have done that. In order to be colleagues and for me to be your attending, we should clear the air.” Charlie blinked and consciously worked to close her mouth that was falling agape.

“It was just two adults enjoying a night at a bar. That’s all, right?” So maybe her voice faded to a whisper as she lost the strength to say the words she didn’t believe at all. And maybe they made her throat raw with the way she had to claw them from within. If that was what he needed to hear in order to reconcile his own feelings, she would find a way to say it. She had to find a way to get over her desire to have both. The career path she had chosen did not leave any room for anything else. And certainly not with someone who clearly didn’t want her.

“It was…nice. And under different circumstances, maybe-”

“Please don’t.” She couldn’t stomach the idea of the words that were poised to come next. Some version of a speech on timing and responsibility. It was the last thing she needed echoing around in her mind. “I should go. Let you have your turn up here.” Charlie knew she would never be coming back to this roof again.

She nearly tore the sleeves from his hoodie with the ferocity she used ripping it from her body, pushing it into his chest with a little more force than necessary. “Have a good night, Dr. Robby.” He winced at her tone but didn’t try to stop her as she turned and walked through the door that led back into the hospital.

That wasn’t how he had wanted the conversation to go. He had hoped he would be able to find a tactful balance between keeping things professional and conveying how he had truly enjoyed the few hours they spent together that night. Robby had been successful at neither of those goals. And instead he was just left wondering how he was supposed to fix something he wasn’t meant to want in the first place.

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Jack had taken to lingering around the ED a little bit longer when it came time to doing his shift change with Robby. Not because he missed his friend and was feeling sentimental, he would never admit if he was, but because he was endlessly intrigued by the way he looked at the newest resident on his shift. Dr. Larson. She was beautiful and smart and had seemingly befriended everyone who worked in the Pitt. Except for her attending physician.

Abbot had noticed the way Robby’s eyes tracked her every movement. The way he spoke to her a little softer or got to her a little quicker when she was asking for his advice on something. It wasn’t hard for him to deduce that maybe his brother in arms had a little crush on the young woman. It couldn’t hurt to play a little game and find out.

“How’re the residents holding up on day shift? Any of them still smiling?” Jack asked as he mindlessly clicked through the charts on the computer to make sure nothing needed his signature before he departed.

“They seem good. Nothing for me to be concerned about.” But he wasn’t looking at Jack when he responded. He was looking at Charlie.

“What about the transfer? What’s her deal?”

“Why all the questions?” Robby laughed with a scratch to the back of his neck. He reached for an iPad and began to scroll through pharmacy stock numbers to avoid the line of questioning from his friend.

“Just curious if you think she’d want to get coffee with me is all.” Bingo. It had the exact effect that Jack had been hoping for. Robby’s eyes were snapping up to him and drilling into pinpoint lasers as they zeroed in on the target. He looked more sniper than doctor.

“Since when do you…Were you really wanting to…I don’t think-” There was no version of this sentence he could finish that didn’t end in Abbot knowing exactly the forecast of the storm raging inside of him. But Robby couldn’t ignore the jealousy that spiked under his skin with the mere implication of Charlie spending time with someone in any way close to the time they had spent together the other night.

Jack merely grinned that wicked smile that told you the feats he was capable of. “Does Dana know?”

“There is nothing to know.” Robby blindly reached for a second iPad and clicked on the first chart he saw, broken finger from a fight with a filing cabinet, and immediately picked it as his first consult of the shift.

“She’ll see it in your eyes even if you don’t mention it. Just weigh which option is worse,” Jack smirked as he finished packing away his backpack and zipped it tight. “Look, I know after your last two relationships, you’re a little bit gun shy. And I know you had a good night with that woman at the bar last week but you may never see her again. It’s no use lingering-”

Robby swears he didn’t mean for anything to flash across his eyes. Whether it was a look of understanding, a look of shut the fuck up or a look of agony he wasn’t sure. Either way, Abbot, the insightful fuck, took it upon himself to interrupt what that look meant. And it stopped him right in his tracks with the most devilish grin that had ever been worn since the fallen angel himself. “Dr. Larson is the fucking woman from the bar.”

“I never said that.”

“Your eyes did.” The iPad went back into the charging stand and Robby offered Jack his full attention. “Please tell me you’re gonna fucking do something about it,” Jack asked, his voice dropping to whisper. He had learned about the night Robby had with Charlie on an early morning while on the roof. As they often did, Jack was contemplating the value of that last inch of concrete before the wide open air and his friend had shown to remind him why a step backwards wasn’t always a bad thing. And Robby had talked about that night. How he had seen a beautiful woman and just wanted to get a closer look. And how getting closer had made him want to hear her voice. And how hearing her voice had made him want to learn her name and so on until he was branding his name to the skin of her neck and seeking salvation in the way she said it back.

It was to remind his friend, and himself, that for all they had been through there was still something within them others could see. It hadn’t mattered to Charlie that he was a doctor because she hadn’t even known. She had seen him and wanted him just as he had her. His broken pieces weren’t worn on his sleeve, warding away strangers with their jagged edges the way Robby had convinced himself they were. And even if they were, she had grabbed his hand and squeezed tight in spite of the potential for pain.

One second of your life could hold more feeling than all the others combined. And Robby had told Jack that in those seconds with Charlie, he had learned to love the companionship of another person again. Learned to love the feeling of eyes breaking down walls. Learned the world was still full of laughter and smiles and gasps and moans that were worth eliciting and exploring and reveling in.

“I can’t. She has her whole life ahead of her. It would be a reputation that followed her everywhere.”

“Already assuming she’s leaving, are we?” Abbot slung his bag over his shoulder. “Guess I’ll ask her about that coffee.”

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Charlie rolled her neck as she tried to focus on the words in front of her. It was new study on different treatment options for septic shock but she was having trouble preventing the words from blurring together.

“What are you doing here? Shift ended almost an hour ago.” Robby had walked by the lounge once and restrained himself to a quick glance at her. But then the second time he had indulged a little bit further. Noticing the way she tapped her pen to her mouth. The way her mouth quirked to the side to blow a strand of hair away from her face. The huff of frustration as she underlined a particular sentence. He could find peace just watching her like this. He could be settled. Which is why he had to disrupt it.

“Well, in the divorce, I figured you would win custody of the roof so I chose a different spot.” It was impossible for her to head straight home from work. She needed time to decompress and the walk wasn’t nearly long enough for that. The silent evenings overlooking the city with Michael as comfort had done exactly the trick. But after their last conversation, she figured they weren’t meant to happen anymore.

“If that was how that came across, I didn’t mean it. I don’t have full custody of the roof. You can still have visitation rights.” She smiled at him and he took a chance by pulling out the chair next to her and taking a seat.

“Duly noted.” Charlie turned to face him and he could see the exhaustion settling into her face. Her beautiful, soft, perfect face. His arm moved to rest on the back of her chair and ached to move closer but he fought the desire. This was pushing a boundary close enough. Fo fuck’s sake he had been the one to ask for space and distance. The one who told her their night together had meant nothing. He had to back up his words with actions or he’d be trapped in the what ifs forever.

“I’ll see you on Monday?” he whispered, low and slow. In a way that her spine tingling and toes curling. And she’ll blame the exhaustion when she replays this moment in her head over and over again later. But just because he said their night together never happened doesn’t make it true.

Her fingertips landed on the apple of his cheek and she smoothed them down over his beard with a reverence he’d only see at Temple. Like he was worth a damn. Worth something sacred. Worth risking salvation to touch. “Not if I see you first,” she whispered back. She smiled, not moving her hand, and he smiled back. There was something about sharing a burden that made everything brighter. There was something about that light guiding the way towards something greater. And there was something great about seeing a path to happiness. It was just the thorns along the way that made him flinch.

#the pitt #the pitt hbo #the pitt x oc #the pitt fanfiction #dr. robby #michael robinavitch #dr robby x oc #michael robinavitch x oc #noah wyle #dr. robby x oc #jack abbot #jack abbott

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lonely-parrot · 9 hours ago

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Hoops and jumps just to still fawn over a transphobes work

Your trans friends will see this and they will know not to come to YOU when they need help

You're not high and mighty bc you're not directly giving JKR money, it still supporting her "art" and shows there is still something to wring out of this miserable series

You should feel shame and embarrassment, grow up

I was kinda expecting that, but well, idk why you're looking at that content if you're not interested, but okay

And second of all, a lot of friends i made via that fandom, and who are still in that fandom are trans

You don't actually know me, so idk how you think you can criticise who i am as a person and as a friend

If any of my friends feel like me being in the fandom makes them unsafe, i hope they'll trust me enough to talk about it

And at least, i have the guts to do it publicly

#yell into the void #marauders #harry potter #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #fanfiction #jegulus #marauders era #remus lupin #lgbtq community #lgbtq #lgbt pride #fuck jkr #anon ask

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swiiivet-screamathon · 1 day ago

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Waffled - Another Shadow Milk Redemption One lol

Shadow Milk followed Pure Vanilla back to Crispia and found out being powerless, bored and influenceable makes you really bad at staying villainous.

Content: Non-Linear Short Stories & Art

Themes? Genres? Whichevers more correct: The chance for redemption, the autonomy required to become better, being granted the opportunity to make our own choices, the time needed to rehabilitate, the evolution of change

Premise Summary: After Pure Vanilla (Pv) became the Cookie of Deceit and accepted the "corrupted" Souljam it turns out the reason why it was turning from blue to white wasn't because he was losing his faith in the Truth, but because Shadow Milk (Smilk) had inadvertently given it some of his own powers, resulting in him becoming significantly weakened compared not only to just Pv's newly acquired awakening but also the Souljam's Smilk infused power he now held, causing Smilk to flee after his valiant effort. Once he notices that his tower is crumbling and Pv planning to leave he makes a very brash decision due to being emotionally raw and very angry; so he decides to follow Pv when they depart from Beast-Yeast so that he can potentially get a new opportunity in the future to regain his powers and get his revenge. Pv however knowing Smilk so intimately knows that him following them back home is incredibly likely and plans accordingly. That plan being to not return to the Vanilla Kingdom but instead lead him to the Cookie Kingdom with the intent of executing a friendship plan as an underhanded, sneaky redemption arc right under Smilk's nose, no matter how long it takes.

After a long, methodical process Smilk slowly recognizes that in this weakened condition on top of being surrounded and outnumbered means that he cannot get what he wants in the present moment, that scenario on its own makes any villainous plots difficult to execute. So with nothing else to do besides stare at Pv for more months he allows himself to get distracted by one inquisitive cookie, who seems to not be all that dissimilar from him fundamentally. But yk, this distraction and intrigue doesn't mean anything at all, obviously, he's toootally still planning on getting that souljam back and return his powers, thats fully on the agenda and it's frankly embarrassing you think that plan has just been dropped-- just uh, yk, it doesn't need to be right now, does it?

Predominant Characters: (Primary) Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk, Strawberry Crepe (Supporting) Espresso, White Lily, Dark Cacao (Notable Mentions/Tertiary) Black Raisin, Candy Apple, Black Sapphire, Golden Cheese, Gingerbrave, Strawberry, Wizard + Frequent One Off Cameos

AU's Goals: Primarily a canon compliant/in character method for Smilk to be redeemed. Secondarily get Smilk and Strawberry Crepe in the same room together + Analysing Smilk's character when pushed and stretched. Tertiarily to get Smilk to interact with most of the other cookies.

Ships?: Yes and No, shipping is not canon compliant which goes against the main intention of the au, but for funsies I wanted to anyways so I have a tag for when the shipping is intended. The reader is never obligated to view any posts as either explicitly platonic or romantic, the tags are just for authorial intent; you can have your own opinion about it lol.

White Lily, Dark Cacao, Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk-- all in a fun pile together :p

Will you roleplay?: I mean I never intended to, but I can dust off my roots if anyone wants me to, sounds fun; but it'll probably not be "canon". If anyone does I'll prob add a tag for it

Can I contribute in any way?: Sure lol, its not like I can stop anyone but if you're someone who needs permission this isn't like, my baby or anythin, I'm not gonna be mad if you want to create off my ideas lmao. Would be neat not to yap to myself though

Tags: #waffled au -> for the "main story" - #syrupy waffled au -> authorial intended shipping - #waffling waffled au -> if anyone else ever makes content I'll reblog it but I'll have super scathing comments beware /lh

Additional Comments: Read the tags if you want insight on how I'm thinkin lol-- Also I the op is heavily disordered and not the greatest of writers, so hopefully any mistakes don't ruin anythin for any o you

Also just to clear my own conscience, "Why do they look different/have a redesign? That's not very canon of you." Disregarding that I don't think havin new costumes automatically makes them incompatible w canon, I think it makes a better story to see their appearance change and evolve as they evolve, so I'm gonna do that-- which tbf would make it non compliant cause crk isnt a good story HA (/j ofc lol)

#crk #cookie run kingdom #waffled au #shadow milk cookie #pure vanilla cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #cookie run kingdom au #crk au #idk just thought this was handy to have #feel free to reblog as much as ya want this is designed to be reblogged lol #shadownilla #puremilk #pureshadow #tag for reach

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makviles · 9 hours ago

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What's your personal take on Sanzu's reason to murder Mucho? I am curious since you are one of the few people I see making content of them. Love your art ❤

Thank you for enjoying my art!

About the question, not gonna lie, I have a tinfoil hat theory which requires people to read the complete manga, so that I will explain under the cut to avoid spoiling anyone.

First of all, I do not believe Sanzu followed Mucho to Tenjiku as a spy or to punish him later when the time fits best. In fact, I believe he did that for his own agenda, aka, he also bet Tenjiku would win and push Mikey on a criminal path. (Gambling motive, possibly since Sanzu is quite good at it)

The few evidence we might use as a clue that Sanzu doesn’t go on the “Toman’s traitor must die” spiel are, first, Kisaki and Baji. Baji never confided his plan to anyone, betrayed Toman, and Sanzu didn’t hold a grudge against him, if one read the little stories shown in the character books. Then also Kisaki never got the boot from him either, despite his shady tricks, and was finally banned from Toman.

Of course, one could say he never got the opportunity to commit murder, so he didn’t risk it. But that argument gets negated because, in most cases, Tenjiku would have won if Takemitchy had never been counted as a variable. So why pull such a big risk in following Mucho to begin with?

The Manila timeline happened, Tenjiku won, and Izana took control of Mikey. Sanzu would have been completely stupid to murder Mucho in that timeline with Tenjiku in power.

None of the heavenly generals liked Sanzu, cough, Kakucho, aka the rest would follow his opinion, so my fair assumption is that Mucho only got murdered when Tenjiku lost.

Mucho is alive in most bad timelines, the bad Toman with Kisaki in power, and likely also in Manila with Izana in power. Sanzu potentially stood in the background in these timelines because he had no reason to help Mikey stay on that path since there were other assholes to do that.

We find out Sanzu’s motive on why he pushes Mikey on that criminal path in the last arc. Something, something, dark curse, don’t stop the evil. Otherwise, bad shit happens to everyone. He is pretty convinced of that, considering he remembers an alternate version of himself, thanks to good old Shinichiro, who for some reason gave him the great advice of “lmao, don’t talk about it to anyone, people think it’s crazy”, while Shin still spilled the beans to Wakasa- Getting off, track, but my point is, Sanzu is entirely convinced he is on a life mission and very traumatised on what could happen. And mind you, he was a child, so that’s extra confusing and scary for someone so young.

Sanzu isn’t really listening to Mikey’s words, but what he thinks he needs to do for him. He isn’t loyal to Mikey in actuality, he is loyal to the promise to keep him alive. He killed Mucho, despite Mikey forgiving him.

And Mucho, with Tenjiku losing, is now a stone on his path. Why? Mucho has shown he is the antithesis of what Sanzu believes, while being a hypocrite himself, in his loyalty to Izana, because he knows life is miserable, never to think of oneself.

Sanzu was given choices, given the opportunity to not be shackled by the promise that haunts him, but guilt is a hell of a drug. And honestly, Mucho fucked up by following Izana, while he tried to preach to Sanzu, that it’s okay to be selfish since he fell victim to the same problems Sanzu has. This could have broken the hope, possibly that there is another choice.

With Kakucho stopping Mucho from going further down, and him realising what he believed was wrong, further cemented in Sanzu, their paths won’t align in the future.

Mucho likely will call it quits from being a criminal to not be a further embarrassment, and that’s a betrayal to Sanzu personally.

“Because how dare you make me attached to you, and talk about respecting my own choices and not staying by my side.” probably his disturbed and dependant logic

Mucho is a source that made him second-guess his goals, a distraction and a weakness because we see a lot of details that Sanzu did care about him in the character book.

He had to murder him in his twisted logic, so Sanzu could push himself as number two in Bonten to keep whatever job Kisaki or Izana did in other timelines, throwing away his own future.

Even when Kakucho confronted him if Mucho was just another noise that needed to be killed, Sanzu didn’t entertain him with a mocking answer or an answer at all in comparison to how he bragged on wanting to get rid of the rest of Toman members. That was a personal motive that applied to him.

Mucho is a traitor towards the end goal, creating a criminal organisation that will keep Mikey “alive” and a traitor for daring to think they could walk their own path.

Sorry for the novel, but I hope it makes sense…

#tokyo revengers #haruchiyo sanzu #yasuhiro muto #muto yasuhiro #rambles #tokyo revengers spoilers

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seitmai · 1 day ago

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Many thoughts

“Why are they punishing their twenty five year old daughter? She is an adult.” Tom said. “I agree. She’s an adult who should have been out of her parents house, taking care of herself but she wasn’t. She was too dependent on her parents. She lived in their house, ate their food, and supplied her with her car, phone, laptop, and a warm bed to sleep in. Mr. Sterling do you have anything significant to add to the case at the moment?” She asked and he stood quietly.

They are twisting his words so badly 🥴

Mom said as she faked cried some more. I sat there, fists clenched on top of my thighs as I ground my teeth together. Lies. They were all lies. “Now they have places where you can send poorly behaved children. Residential treatment centers, even wildlife camps where they spend time outside and they are taught to obey their parents-” “Oh no!” Mom interrupted him. “I couldn’t send her to any of those. She may be poorly behaved but… she’s my baby and I don’t trust anyone else to discipline her. What if they hit her? Hurt her?” My whole body tensed and tears flooded my eyes.

This makes me sick

“Your honor. As you can see Mrs. Blair loves her daughter very much and she’s tried to make her a productive member of society but she was just too much. But Katie has such an unwarranted hatred for her parents but especially her mother that she came back to harm her and that can’t go unpunished.” The judge nodded. “I agree. Now let’s get on to pleading.” Tom turned to me. “Not guilty.” I just gave him a slight nod as the judge asked me to stand. “Ms. Blair. How do you plead?” “Not guilty, your honor.” She raised her brow at me. “Are you sure about that?” I nodded. “Yes, your honor.” I responded. “Ms. Blair. You do realize that everything that has been said in this courtroom today implicates you to the highest degree. There is no way a jury will find you not guilty.” I nodded. “Yes, your honor. I realize this. I will maintain my decision.” She pursed her lips and looked at my mother. “Mrs. Blair. I am so sorry you have to put up with this young lady. I can’t imagine what an embarrassment it must be to have such a hateful child.” I was gonna explode. “She’s still my daughter, your honor and I love her more than anything.” “You’re a wonderful person, Meredith. We will reconvene the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. Dismissed.” As soon the gavel banged I flew from my seat and rushed out of the courtroom, numerous voices calling after me.

This is insanity, I truly hope Tom has something in is back pocket that will turn this all around 🫣

Nay truly heaven sent in that moment 🙏🏻

“You better enjoy your last holiday. You’ll be spending the rest in prison.” She hissed at me, stepping forward to put her nose to mine and just as Jake put his hand out to push her back I ripped myself away from him and reared my fist back. I let it fly and clocked my mother in her left cheek. She screamed and fell back just as my father came running over with multiple officers. “Meredith!” He knelt down next to her as she cried and I was immediately grabbed by three officers and slammed into the wall next to us. “Hey!” Jake lunged forward but was immediately grabbed by Rooster and Coyote.

I totally understand Katie and she deserved that punch but that's exactly what her mother wanted 😬🙈

🤢🤢🤢

“They have the judge in their pocket.” I muttered. “Darlin’. I promise we’ll fix this.” I shook my head. “We can’t.” I said. “It’s too late, Jake. Everyone has already made up their minds and it will be too easy to sway the jury.” I leaned against the truck. “I’m going to jail.” Tears welled in my eyes at the realization. “This was all for nothing.” “No it wasn’t.” Tom said as he walked up. “Look. I am going to fix this, Katie. I swear.” I shook my head. “I appreciate it, Tom. But there’s nothing we can do. We’ll see you when we come back.” I said. “Katie. If you give in, they win.” He said and I laughed. “They already have.” He shook his head. “No, they haven’t. When you come back, we’re going to turn this around, okay?” He asked and a small part of me wanted to believe him. “Okay.” I said just to satisfy him. “Alright. Time to go.” An officer said as he came over, ushering all of us to our cars. “C’mon darlin’.” Jake said as he walked me around to the passenger side of my truck. I climbed in and watched as my parents were escorted out by multiple officers while Jake walked around the truck. He got in and started it up.

I just wanna give Katie a hug, it seems all is lost but she deserves so much better!

💔💔💔

“What if they don’t go to good homes?” I asked. “Don’t worry.” Bradley said. “I kinda got attached to this one.” He said as he picked up the orange one and he climbed onto Bradley’s shoulder. “Aw!” I cooed, reaching up and petting him. “So who are we keeping?” I asked. I was sure Jake would say none. “Well. I can’t pick between these two.” He said as he lifted the black one and the white one. “Why not both?” I asked and he smiled. “I like that idea.” He said. “So what about the other three?” I asked. “I think we could talk some of the team into taking a few.” Natasha said, taking the orange kitten from Bradley and snuggling him. “I’ll never get him back now.” He said and I laughed. “Okay. How about y’all go get what you need to take him home tomorrow and you can come over with the rest of the team tomorrow.” Jake suggested and they agreed. Once they left Jake turned to me with a small smile. “Feel better?” I nodded. “Yes. But I’m still insanely stressed out.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me close. “That’s understandable. Come on. Let’s go figure out what’s for dinner.” He said as he led me to the kitchen.

Love the names 🥰

We all watched as the kittens wandered over to him they all climbed on him but the male tabby used his claws to climb Bob and wander into Reuben's lap. The kitten cried and reached up to him, wanting his attention. “Oh, are you mine?” He asked and the kitten cried again and Reuben picked him up and the kitten made himself at home nuzzled into his neck.

🥰🥰🥰

“I think you just found homes for all these kittens.” I smiled wide. “Thank god!” I said and they all smiled. “Coyote? Man are you crying?” Bradley asked and Coyote glared at him. “Men can cry! I can cry over my cat if I want. I love her.” He said firmly and I raised my hands. “The man has spoken. You all have cats.”

Good homes for the whole litter- what a great reason for a celebratory cry 🥹🥰

“What?” I asked. “Come home with me.” I raised a brow. “You mean Texas?” I asked and he nodded. “I’ve had plans to go home for Thanksgiving since before we even met. I want you to go with me.” I pursed my lips. “Jake. There’s just a lot going on and I think I’d rather stay home. But you go, see your family. You haven’t even met your new niece yet.” I said, hand reaching out to run through his hair. “Mm, but I want you to go with me.” He whined and I laughed. “Jake. I cost you your career. I’m sorry if I don’t feel like meeting your parents. If they hate me they have every reason too.” I said and he sighed. “They don’t.” I raised a brow. “Did they tell you that?” I asked and he nodded. “My mom wants five minutes alone in a room with your mom with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat.” I wasn’t sure what to say or feel honestly. “I don’t know Jake.” I said. “Have you ever spent a holiday alone?” He asked and I sighed. “Basically. Other than pictures and if we had guests over my parents wanted nothing to do with me.” I said and he gave me a sad smile. “Then come with me. You’ll have fun and you won’t be alone.” I bit my lip. I don’t mind being alone but at the same time I don’t wanna be. “You know what. I’m not giving you a choice. We leave Saturday morning at six twenty.” He said and stood up. “Now hold up. What makes you think you can just make me go with you?” I asked and he shrugged, a smug grin on his face. “Since I kinda already bought the ticket.” My eyebrows shot up. “You did what?” I asked. “I didn’t think you’d say no, so I went ahead and bought yours.” He said and I glared at him. “And when did you buy it?” I asked. “A month ago.” I nodded. “So before I smacked the shit out of my mother and before you lost your job.” He nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.” I sighed and leaned my head back. “I guess I can’t say no now.”

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Undiagnosed // Ch.25

Mature Content 18+

Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC

Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, trauma response, abusive parents, smut.

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Chapter 24 | Masterlist

“How can you prove that?” The judge asked. “We have a recording of a phone call from Katie to Lieutenant Seresin.” She raised a brow. “And how will this prove she’s lying on the stand?” Tom just smiled and motioned for the bailiff to do something and he used a remote to play something.

“Hello?” I immediately recognized Kelly’s voice. “Kelly?” Jake told me Kelly pressed record when she answered, just in case and this was the first time I was hearing the fear in my own voice. “Katie?” I remembered the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. “Katie, sweetie. Where are you?” “My parents' house.” “Hang on. JAKE!” “Katie?” I was crying through the whole exchange and just like that day, Jake’s voice made me feel calm. “Jake, I’m so sorry. I never should’ve left.” “Hey, no darlin’. It’s okay. Just-just tell me where you are and we’ll come get you.” “My parents' house.” “We’re on our way.” “Jake, there’s a key under a rock in the front flower bed.” “Okay. We’ll be there soon.”

As soon as the call ended I turned back to look at the judge who had a look on her face I couldn’t decipher. The court room was silent for what felt like hours. “Do you have a time stamp?” She asked and Tom nodded and pulled out a paper, taking it up to the stand. She looked at it and nodded and he came back. “Mrs. Blair. What was the date Katie went missing?” She asked. “May twenty-seventh, your honor.” She nodded. “She’s not lying Mr. Sterling. That’s the same date as your time stamp.” I looked at Tom who had an angry look on his face. “That call clearly states that Ms. Blair is in distress. Why would she ask for her friends to help her if she could just willingly leave?” He questioned. “It says here in these papers I was given by Mr. Strande-” She started and flipped through some papers. “The day before Katie left, her parents took the keys to her car as punishment. She couldn’t drive, so she called her friends to come get her.” My eyebrows flew up in shock. “Why are they punishing their twenty five year old daughter? She is an adult.” Tom said. “I agree. She’s an adult who should have been out of her parents house, taking care of herself but she wasn’t. She was too dependent on her parents. She lived in their house, ate their food, and supplied her with her car, phone, laptop, and a warm bed to sleep in. Mr. Sterling do you have anything significant to add to the case at the moment?” She asked and he stood quietly.

“Very well. Sit down and let us handle the assault charges first.” Tom did as she said and I grew more nauseous as time went on. “Mrs. Blair,” Jackson started. “Were these outbursts common in your house?” He asked and she nodded. “More as a child. She would throw these awful tantrums and she would throw things and hit us and we did our best to discipline her and take care of her outbursts but truthfully, she was a badly behaved cold and we couldn’t get a hold of her.” Mom said as she faked cried some more. I sat there, fists clenched on top of my thighs as I ground my teeth together. Lies. They were all lies. “Now they have places where you can send poorly behaved children. Residential treatment centers, even wildlife camps where they spend time outside and they are taught to obey their parents-” “Oh no!” Mom interrupted him. “I couldn’t send her to any of those. She may be poorly behaved but… she’s my baby and I don’t trust anyone else to discipline her. What if they hit her? Hurt her?” My whole body tensed and tears flooded my eyes.

I rushed into the bathroom, throwing a stall open and releasing all the contents of my stomach. I heard the door open and a hand on my back just as I retched one last time. “Katherine.” I flung myself up and shoved myself as far back in the stall as I could. “Get away from me!” I sneered. “You listen to me-” “Get out!” I was relieved to see Natasha behind my mother. “Excuse you-” “You can step away from her. Now.” That’s when I noticed Natasha had her phone in her hand, camera angled right at us and my mother noticed too. She took three large steps away from me and I rushed out the door and behind Natasha. “You need to leave her the hell alone!” She snapped before wrapping her arm around my waist and guiding me out the bathroom door. “Katie!” Jake rushed over, taking me from Natasha. “Katherine Scarlett.” As I turned to face my mother I noticed just how empty the hallway was aside from my parents, my friends and I. “You better enjoy your last holiday. You’ll be spending the rest in prison.” She hissed at me, stepping forward to put her nose to mine and just as Jake put his hand out to push her back I ripped myself away from him and reared my fist back. I let it fly and clocked my mother in her left cheek. She screamed and fell back just as my father came running over with multiple officers. “Meredith!” He knelt down next to her as she cried and I was immediately grabbed by three officers and slammed into the wall next to us. “Hey!” Jake lunged forward but was immediately grabbed by Rooster and Coyote.

“Katie Blair, you are under arrest for battery. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law-” “STOP!” My mother said and the officer stopped, stunned by her. “Please. I shouldn’t have gotten in her space. I should’ve left her alone.” Mom cried. “Ma’am. She can’t hurt you anymore.” An officer said. “Please. She’s my baby. It’s stressful enough going through all this. I don’t know if my heart can physically handle the sight of her getting arrested.” The officer pursed his lips, and stared at her for a minute. “Alright. Let her go.” The officers immediately removed the cuffs they barely got on me and let me go, causing me to stumble back into Jake who I clung to. “You are one lucky little girl.” The officer said. “I don’t want to see you near them again. Escort her out.” An officer nodded and walked towards me and Jake immediately turned us around and we walked out of the courthouse and the officer watched as we stopped by the truck.

Jake drove us home in silence, but it was almost comforting, like he knew there was nothing he could say in this moment to make me feel better, but his presence alone comforted me ever so slightly. When we got home Jake helped me out and unlocked the front door, allowing me to walk in. I slowly walked into the house, my eyes never leaving my feet on the floor and I didn’t stop till I reached my room. I stopped between my bed and dresser that I haven’t had anything in in a few months now. The only sound being from Calypso’s tank that I’ve been meaning to move to another part of the house since I wasn’t in here anymore. I heard Jake come up the stairs and I knew he stopped right in front of the door. “Katie?” Everything hit me. It started as deep breaths, which turned to gasps, then to sobs. I dropped my purse as I cried in the middle of the room and I didn’t downplay it. I cried loudly and openly. Part of me wanted Jake to hold me and the other part wanted him to stay away because if he touched me I’d just cry harder and longer.

“What the hell did I do to deserve this?” I asked out loud. “Was I really that bad of a child?” I asked as I brought my hands up to wipe my eyes and I slowly turned, just trying to breathe and calm down. “How come they don’t love me?!” I asked as anger started to settle in my chest. “I hate them!” I grabbed the picture frame off the dresser and chunked it at the wall behind the bed and it shattered, like every part of me finally was. “I hate them!” I yelled again as I kicked the dresser. “THEY CAN BOTH BURN IN HELL!” I screamed as I grabbed my purse by the handle and swung it/ The sound of glass shattering and my feet getting wet broke me out of my rage and I watched as Calypso was carried out of his tank by the water. “NO!” I screamed, reaching to grab him as quickly as possible. I scooped him off the floor and held him in my palm and I was about to rush for the bathroom as Jake came in with the glass from the bathroom, filled with water. I quickly dropped calypso in and watched as he sank to the bottom. “No! No. No. No.” I muttered as I held the glass up to eye level and watched him closely. “Dammit! Come on! Swim!” I yelled and started sobbing again, and through my tears I saw him start to move and soon he was swimming in circles around the tiny glass.

My back hit the wall and I slid down it as I hugged the glass to my chest. Jake moved to sit next to me as I cried and he pulled me in tightly to his side. After about twenty minutes I managed to calm down to just sniffling. “I’m an awful person.” I muttered as I looked down at the little fish. “No you’re not.” He said and I shook my head, sitting up from his shoulder. “Yes I am. I’m no different than my dad. I almost killed Calypso.” I said as I rubbed my finger up and down the glass. “Not on purpose. Your dad knew what he was doing when he threw that textbook into your fish tank. You were blinded by rage-” “Just like he was.” I finished for him and he went silent. “No matter what, they’re my parents and I can never truly escape them.” I muttered. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean you have to turn out like them.” Jake said. “Here.” I handed Jake the cup and he furrowed his brows. “I don’t think I should be in charge of any more animals.” I said as I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my chin on them. After a moment Jake unwrapped my arm from my leg and put the glass back in my hand. “No. You should. No one can take care of this fish like you. If I take care of him he will be dead. He needs your vast fish knowledge to take care of him. I stared at the cup for a minute before I offered him a small smile. “We need a new tank.” I said and he smiled. “You leave that to me.” He said before kissing my temple.

Bradley and Natasha picked up the kittens from Penny and brought a new tank that Jake asked them to pick up. “Okay, tank and kittens.” While waiting Jake and I cleared off a spot on a table next to the staircase for the new tank and I spent some time cleaning up the gravel from his tank so I could put it back in. “You’re a literal life saver Rooster.” I said as I took the large tank from him in a hurry. “Need some help?” Jake asked and I nodded and about that time the kittens started crying to be fed. I stopped and turned to them and Jake looked at me as I stepped away and I turned back. I took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to do. “How about you set up the fish tank with Rooster and Phoenix and I will feed the kittens.” Her head snapped up. “Me?” She questioned and I didn’t miss the look on Jake’s face when she said it. “Yes you.” She raised her brows and just grabbed the crate with the kittens and followed Jake as Rooster and I got set up. “So what happened?” He asked and I quietly got everything together. “I had a blow up. Just like my dad.” I answered. “I was angry. I threw a picture frame and shattered it. I kicked the dresser and almost put a hole in it. Then I screamed that they can both burn in hell, swung my purse around and broke the tank and Calypso just flowed out and almost died.” I said and he sighed. “Look at me.” I did. A doubtless look on my face. “You are not your father. You have ADHD and you struggle to regulate your emotions and you are going through… one of the most stressful things I can imagine and it makes sense that you’d have a moment where you lose it. That doesn’t make you anything like your dad.” I gave him a small smile, feeling a little better. “Thank you, Bradley.”

We worked and got the tank set up and I slowly put calypso in as Jake and Nat finished feeding the kittens. “You know,” Jake started. “I think it’s about time they find their own homes.” My heart clenched a little. “They’ve finished the last of the formula and now they start on solid food.” I tried not to pout but my face gave me away. “What if they don’t go to good homes?” I asked. “Don’t worry.” Bradley said. “I kinda got attached to this one.” He said as he picked up the orange one and he climbed onto Bradley’s shoulder. “Aw!” I cooed, reaching up and petting him. “So who are we keeping?” I asked. I was sure Jake would say none. “Well. I can’t pick between these two.” He said as he lifted the black one and the white one. “Why not both?” I asked and he smiled. “I like that idea.” He said. “So what about the other three?” I asked. “I think we could talk some of the team into taking a few.” Natasha said, taking the orange kitten from Bradley and snuggling him. “I’ll never get him back now.” He said and I laughed. “Okay. How about y’all go get what you need to take him home tomorrow and you can come over with the rest of the team tomorrow.” Jake suggested and they agreed. Once they left Jake turned to me with a small smile. “Feel better?” I nodded. “Yes. But I’m still insanely stressed out.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me close. “That’s understandable. Come on. Let’s go figure out what’s for dinner.” He said as he led me to the kitchen.

The next day everyone arrived and Bradley immediately grabbed the orange cat. “Have you thought of a name?” I asked as he sat on the chair, waving his fingers in front of the cat and he latched on. “Cayenne.” He said and I raised a brow then the cat bit his finger and he didn’t flinch. “Because he’s spicy.” Nat said as she pinched him and he turned to chew on her. “Well that’s accurate.” I remarked. “Did you find a name for your two?” Bradley asked and I sighed. “The black one is Smudge.” I said and looked at her white brother. “And her brother is Alaska.” Everyone raised their brows. “Who came up with that name?” Javy asked and I pointed to Jake. “What?” He asked. “It’s fitting!” He defended. “So you're finally getting rid of them?” Reuben asked and I nodded. “I wish we could keep all of them. But it’s just not possible. Especially right now.” I said and they nodded. “So…” I started. “Who wants a cat?” I asked and Fanboy put his hands up. “I can’t do a litter box man. I can’t clean it.” I chuckled. “Well I can.” Bob said before getting up from the couch and sliding on the floor with the cats. We all watched as the kittens wandered over to him they all climbed on him but the male tabby used his claws to climb Bob and wander into Reuben's lap. The kitten cried and reached up to him, wanting his attention. “Oh, are you mine?” He asked and the kitten cried again and Reuben picked him up and the kitten made himself at home nuzzled into his neck.

“That’s so adorable!” I said, shaking Jake’s arm and he just smiled at me as Smudge dug her claws in the couch to climb up to us. I set her on the couch and she plopped down next to my leg and rolled onto her back. “Coyote?” Jake asked and Coyote just stared down at the little Calico who was curled up in the middle of the floor, trying to sleep. He reached down and scooped up the tiny kitten. It was so small in his hands and he held it to his chest. The calico just cried out and snuggled into his chest. “Welp.” Nat said. “I think you just found homes for all these kittens.” I smiled wide. “Thank god!” I said and they all smiled. “Coyote? Man are you crying?” Bradley asked and Coyote glared at him. “Men can cry! I can cry over my cat if I want. I love her.” He said firmly and I raised my hands. “The man has spoken. You all have cats.”

Everyone left with their own cats and as I turned, the house felt kind of empty. “It hasn’t been this quiet here in a while.” Jake said as he got up and went into the kitchen. “It’s kinda weird.” I said. He was gone for a minute before he came back, beer in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. “So I wanna ask you something.” He said as he sat next to me on the couch. “What?” I asked. “Come home with me.” I raised a brow. “You mean Texas?” I asked and he nodded. “I’ve had plans to go home for Thanksgiving since before we even met. I want you to go with me.” I pursed my lips. “Jake. There’s just a lot going on and I think I’d rather stay home. But you go, see your family. You haven’t even met your new niece yet.” I said, hand reaching out to run through his hair. “Mm, but I want you to go with me.” He whined and I laughed. “Jake. I cost you your career. I’m sorry if I don’t feel like meeting your parents. If they hate me they have every reason too.” I said and he sighed. “They don’t.” I raised a brow. “Did they tell you that?” I asked and he nodded. “My mom wants five minutes alone in a room with your mom with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat.” I wasn’t sure what to say or feel honestly. “I don’t know Jake.” I said. “Have you ever spent a holiday alone?” He asked and I sighed. “Basically. Other than pictures and if we had guests over my parents wanted nothing to do with me.” I said and he gave me a sad smile. “Then come with me. You’ll have fun and you won’t be alone.” I bit my lip. I don’t mind being alone but at the same time I don’t wanna be. “You know what. I’m not giving you a choice. We leave Saturday morning at six twenty.” He said and stood up. “Now hold up. What makes you think you can just make me go with you?” I asked and he shrugged, a smug grin on his face. “Since I kinda already bought the ticket.” My eyebrows shot up. “You did what?” I asked.

“I didn’t think you’d say no, so I went ahead and bought yours.” He said and I glared at him. “And when did you buy it?” I asked. “A month ago.” I nodded. “So before I smacked the shit out of my mother and before you lost your job.” He nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.” I sighed and leaned my head back. “I guess I can’t say no now.” He smiled and came over, pulling me off the couch and into his arms. “But what are we gonna do about the cats and calypso?” I asked. “Rooster agreed to house sit for us.” I leaned back, my brows furrowing more. “You already asked him?” He nodded. “I didn’t think you’d say no.” He said and I laughed. “Okay. Well I guess I need to start packing.” I said and started towards the stairs, wine glass in hand. I heard footsteps and noticed Jake was right behind me. When I got to the top of the stairs I looked back to him. “Can I help you?” I asked and he just smiled at me. “Maybe.” He said as he topped the stairs. “Why are you looking at me like I’m some sort of prey?” I asked and he laughed. “Come to bed and find out.” I grinned widely. “Oh,” I started walking backwards towards the room. “Then why don’t you show me.” I said as I dipped back into the room. “Damn.” I heard him mutter as I sat my wine down. “I love when you do that!” He said before rushing in and grabbing me and dropping me on the bed.

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bannock-freak · 7 months ago

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"shipping saiki is aphobic because he's aroace!"

stares at you with my demiromantic asexual in a committed relationship eyes then looks at the camera like im in the office

#good thing those folks have yet to find their way into my inbox or id be at risk of embarrassing myself lol #if you wanna see more of the content you prefer...make it yourself :3 MAKE IT YOUR FUCKING SELF lol #youre so attached to the idea youll complain about it but you refuse to do anything about it even create works that you and others will sur #ly enjoy how does this even make sense #sorry for reviving this from the dead when it blessfully hasnt been a thing in the tag for a hot moment but im still irritated hahahah #seriously you know what that screams to me? virtue signalling. you wont do anything except say a few words every now and again like #the motivation starts and ends at appealing to the popular opinion. earn your brownie points. and do nothing.#what is your care made of? thoughts and prayers?#every time ive asked one of these people why they dont make the content themselves the response has been 'i shouldnt have to lol'#you shouldnt have to bully people either with your aphobic BS but look at you! aw~#yall dont wanna commit to shit you just want to tell other people how they should exist.#if you cant create for whatever reason you better be ready and willing to drop your rec list and fave artists. and i sure as shit hope your #complimenting them thoroughly.

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the-way-astray · 7 months ago

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i think my problem with the point five books thing is not the books themselves, so much as it is the marketing and way they're presented.

for those that aren't aware: point five books have a generally understood meaning/connotation that authors and fans both sort of know. it's basically code for "book that is not mandatory to understand the story, but it's there for fans that want extra content". usually this comes in the form of short story collections or whatever else the author may want to do. sometimes it's just a single short story. for example, a proper way for kotlc to utilize point five books would be to for instance, make a book 7.5, which has keefe and fitz's flashback short stories in it. extra bonus content from flashback (book seven), but you don't have to read it to understand the main story itself. you'll be okay without it. that is what a point five book actually means, as far as the wider literary world is concerned.

but books 8.5 and 9.5 in this series are not extra bonus content. you very much do have to read them to understand the main story. if you read it book eight, then nine, then ten, you will be lost or miss important stuff that's crucial to understanding the story.

just call it book nine. just call it book eleven. all this will do is label the books properly and not confuse people. and people will be confused. we aren't seeing the effects yet, because books are still coming out and everyone in the fandom keeps up with shannon's updates, so we all know what's up. but trust me, in a few years, after the series is over and new people get into it, they will be confused. they will skip straight over book 8.5 or 9.5 unknowingly, and it won't be good.

my theory is that someone on shannon's team wants to make this series seem shorter than it really is. because that is the only logical explanation here. you could describe this series as having "nine and a half books" now, instead of ten, and by the way the series is officially marked, that's not incorrect. but it is. this series has ten books. because there are ten mandatory books that you have to read that are out right now. stop calling books that aren't supposed to be called point five books as point five books!!!! this isn't quirky, it's just going to throw people off.

this is super, super confusing for people that aren't "in the know" with this series, so to speak, and there will be people that read this series incorrectly because of this. i have been a casual fantasy series reader for pretty much my entire existence on this planet, and let me just tell you, this is not how this works. at all. if i didn't know books 8.5 and 9.5 were mandatory, i would skip over them completely, going on my understood knowledge of how these epic fantasies are generally structured.

just market them correctly. praying to the heavens for shannon's team to stop. this is actively hurting your readers!!!!

*i assume it isn't shannon herself who is coming up with this strategy

#and unraveled is already confirmed to be proper book length. why are we embarrassing ourselves like this please just call it book ten #i promise it wouldn't be any funkier than making your third person limited series have an entire book from the pov of another character #POINT FIVE BOOK = EXTRA BONUS CONTENT. THIS IS THE WAY OF THE LITERARY WORLD I'M GONNA THROW HANDS #STOP BREACHING THE CODE!!!! IT'S VERY STRAIGHTFORWARD!!!! THIS IS GOING TO CONFUSE NEW READERS SO MUCH #i DESPISE the way this makes the series seem shorter than it is!!!! come on just accept it!!!! this is embarrassing!!!!#if this book is mandatory to understand the story THEN JUST CALL IT BOOK TEN. THERE IS NO SHAME IN THAT!!!!#okay look i complained a lot about unraveled (and i will continue to do so) but honestly?#if this is what shannon feels she needs to do to continue the story then by all means let her do it. just PLEASE label the books right #kotlc #kotlc unraveled #kotlc unlocked #unraveled #unlocked #point five books #mine

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unnonexistence · 3 months ago

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new year, new WIP post! at the end of 2024 i had 8672 words edited and marked as Done on the Big WIP. now i'm up to 8865

#just a short section finished this time but it IS finished. & i did a lot on the next section too #im glad i took several weeks off from it i have come back Refreshed #going through in order now!! doing battle with chapter 2 which is the Cringe Chapter #it isnt actually. it's fine. but it's old and has a lot of side characters in it #so editing those scenes sometimes makes me recoil with embarrassment #been doing good with that though. cringe may not be dead but it is ailing #i made newt weirder in a few scenes #he didnt seem like himself. he needs to say like 10% more odd shit #and im almost done what im calling Chapter 2a for now #chapter 2 is gonna be too fuckin long and im almost done editing up to the earliest point i could insert the chapter break #so im calling that first bit 2a and the rest 2b #probably not where the break will actually go but we'll see. depends how long 2b ends up #dreading the point where i have to renumber the chapters lmao #they have titles but im so used to the numbers...#also i swapped the titles for ch3 and ch4 but if i renumber the chapters then ch3 will become the 4th chapter #so it'll be chapter 4 with the original ch4 title but the contents of what was ch3 💀#so. 2a and 2b until i bite the bullet and renumber #tin kitchen in the garret #ive levelled up from trying to edit some shorter more straightforward fics lmao #we are getting SO close to 10k words here. next section probably #also OH my god. google docs is so annoyed with me :/#WIP document is 385 pages and it's lagging real bad... i'm going to have to empty the 'discard' sections again so it'll stop but. uuuugh #copy pasting things into a 2nd document is such a pain... why...#google docs what is your problem. 400 pages shouldnt be a big deal #all of that isn't even 70k words!

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skitskatdacat63 · 8 months ago

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#lol i love seeing just straight up bullying on tiktok(/s)#someone(im guessing) went into a discord server for proshipping #and then posted their face reveals on tiktok!?!??!?!#basically saying: look how ugly and weird they look #like what the fuck #just bcs you dont agree with someones opinion ON SHIPPING #doesnt mean you should blast them on socmed?#they posted those pics in a trusted space :(#why are people so cruel and vindictive nowadays #people who make it their whole personalities to shit on pros OR antis are so embarrassing #just keep to yourself and keep your personal moral highground you know?#like they go low we go higher etc #cause on tiktok people will post very bait proshipper tiktoks #to the point where i honestly think they're 100% antis who just wanna sow discourse and disgust #like when i see those people im like just ignore them???#just dont engage man. you end up encouraging people to do worse and worse just to cause drama #but yeah antis in return will make all their posts 'correcting' these obv bait posts #like both of you get a life and just do things that make you happy. not things that obv upset you #idk it kinda sickens me how much time people devote to activities that clearly doesn't make them happy #even if youre pleased about dunking on people you morally disagree w +#wouldnt you feel happier engaging with content that yknow. fills you with genuine enjoyment?#not enjoyment fueled by disgust or morally superiority #idk some people feel like children so i shouldnt care too deeply. but the amnt of toxic behavior is so disturbing to me #the posting of faces got on my nerves badly. no matter if you disagree with someone #you shouldnt just straight up expose their face on your big acct BECAUSE OF DIFFERENCES IN SHIPPING OPINION #and the fact that the point is to imply they're all ugly. so fucking childish and disgusting #i reported but idk if that'd do anything. i wish i could have an honest dialog w people like that tbh #catie.rambling.txt

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justblaterando · 11 months ago

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How any convo about aemond loosing an eye goes with the crazy people of this fandom

A “he was going to murder him, he deserves it”

B “no he didn’t”

A “he was being rude, he deserve it”

B “being rude doesn’t justify making someone disable”

A “he was going to murder him, he deserves it”

And the cycle continues

#and yea I would consider myself team black if it wasn’t for how embarrassing y’all are #I can’t understand how people on the correct side feel so irrational competition(?)to the pointof making themselves the wrong one #someone had the balls to say aemond would be punished in a modern court #due to an assumed throw an assumed trajectory and a crime happening six years in the future #why do y’all feel the need to play victim all the time?#team green already gives you plenty to be mean about #stop going around shouting your BS #hotd thoughts #hotd #got #asoiaf #asoif/got #team green #team black #aemond targaryen #I want to watch next season but y’all make me hate this show #idk why the algorithm is obsessed in showing me this stuff #maybe I curated my space too much from the team green fanatics and now I ended up on the opposite side of bad #I just want the lesbian content back!!

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tonycries · 3 months ago

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Like a Dog!

Synopsis. Jealous? How cute. He’s yours - and he’ll fúck you until you won’t forget it.

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

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, jealousy s, marathons, NÉEDY BOYS, dúmbifícation, proposals, creampíes, praise, GOJO’S POWERS, márking, they’re YOURS, true form Sukuna, dp, Sukuna’s tattoos, cervíx kíssing, fitting it, talking you through it, p slápping, p talking, ex-husband!Toji, spítting, comfort, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Wedding vows!

“Soooo…” Toji’s sneaking long, languid drags of his fat thumb up and down your sappy folds. And it makes your breath hitch, your thighs quivering just in time for him to sidle two staggering palms underneath and stretch. Wide open. “-still...jealous, doll?”

Ruining you for what seemed like copious hours upon hours non-stop, that very same question left Toji’s scarred lips in cloudy little pants like a smug mantra.

The bed was recklessly creaky at this point, splinters cracking with every sloppy pound that had your sanity doing much the same.

And Toji’s crushing you against the clammy mounds of his Herculean pecs, heaving. Gasping. So, so needy that just about all you can do at this point is bumble out an embarrassed little, “Wh-why?”

“Because m’yours, mama.” Whining as his sheeny-lathered lips snicker from right beside your tender ear, and his mushroomy tip grazes right down his favorite target of your treacly slit. Slow. Steady. “And I hafta prove it.”

Nevermind the fact that he was talking like he wasn’t your ex-husband of just a few days.

Nevermind the fact that you’re sure the pulpy depths of your poor cunt was already utterly bruised and battered with the exact bulky circumference of Toji’s proud crownhead. Because Toji Fushiguro could never dream of being with another.

He’s tugging you even more pliably into this mean full nelson of his, squeezing out a thick few dewdrops of buttery pre that lather your puckered hole. Rotund, curvaceous mound of his fattened head swirling patterned circles at your snug hole around and around-

“Don’ tell me this pretty pussy’s hngh- forgotten about me already?” He’s murking out, planting exactly three simpering swats! to your slick-flooded entrance before sinking in- “Heh- yeahhh that’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

Because your drooling cunt was always so greedy for him - your bloated pussy lips struggling and hungry being opened oh-so-widely agape. It made your slackened maw lather with a fresh wave of saliva at the sheerly raw stretch.

“Good girl- good fuckin’ girl takin’ all of me.” Toji’s huffing out, head tilting sleazily to the side to take in every inch of the heavenly bouquet envisioned right below him. “Bet ya missed me all deep inside, huh? S’that why you’re gettin’ all jealous over some rando?”

But, of course, the silent treatment never worked on Toji - and you’re finding him cooing, “Awww, c’mon my wife-” Such pointed, loving emphasis, “-talk to me. Lemme hear those pretty noises.”

And you hate the way that his rumbling baritone tilts into something mockingly higher. You hate the way that his bludgeoning tip rims around your gooey slick-filled entrance and makes your voice crack.

“T-talking about ah- jealous-” You’re managing out, and Toji’s willowy eyes widen ever-so-slightly at the way you can manage out coherent syllables even through each punctuating drill. “-but I ngh- saw the way you looked at my coworker, you green-eyed m-monster.”

He’s scoffing, spanking your overstuffed pussy once. Twice. Thrice just for good measure. “Feisty, aren’t you, mama?”

And every minute wiggle is dampered helplessly by the way that he’d curled two large forearms - muscular and veiny - around your legs to embrace you tightly. Chin rested over your head, “He was only bein’ nice-”

“And nice isn’t gonna get your hngh- cute cunt sucking like as slut like this.” Toji’s rolling his eyes, “Don’t joke with me now, doll, spread those pretty hngh- legs n’ lemme see her. No need to be shy.”

Massively engulfing hands of his crown the topped curve of your dangling knees and mold you to every one of Toji’s lecherous whims until you almost do feel shy. But there was absolutely nothing shy about the way that he was now leering at you.

Hot breath wafting with the sound of a low whistle, “Shiiiit- pretty lil’ thing, huh? Don’tcha know how much m’weak for ya? Why the fuck would I ever wan’ anyone else? Silly girl…”

“S-stop- staring—” You’re whining out, fingers tangling through the tresses of Toji’s darkly silken bangs and pulling. A blasphemous little action that earns you a heavy-handed thud of his bloated head into your soppy cervix.

“How can I not stare, mama- she’s mine, isn’t she?” And there was something in his tone, something…edged and rough- and you swear that Toji was the one that sounded somewhat jealous. Sounded gone. “And I’m yours, of course.”

Ruined every time his ruddied tip was skimming past the syrupy adhesive-like maze of your insides and thumping right into the targeted bullseye of your cervix.

He’s so hot underneath you - feverish. The ridged ladders of his washboard abs slipping and sliding a lewd massage underneath your back. And the feeling is so heavenly that you’re wondering why you ever signed those divorce papers in Higuruma’s office in the first place.

“No needa worry- M’yours, doll-” Grit out. Harsh. Punishing as much as his deep strokes were messing up your poor insides. Making sure that you won’t forget. Voice seeping with something wild, “H-heh. Divorced or not- a d-divorce which won’t last for ngh- long anyway- I got every part of ya ah- fucking memorized, y’know? Think I’d do that for hngh- anyone else?”

“E-every?” Your legs and voice are wobbling like jelly at his words.

“Every.”

As if to prove his point, he’s thumbing gluttonously over the rounded outline of where he was rummaging your sodden walls. Shooting out a few wiry spatters of pre that almost fill you up to the brim - so much of it - once he’s gliding over with a few cocky touches.

“My favorite spot s’always here-” The tremors of his recoiling bounces into your spongy womb rattle your melty mind. You feel the jitters of his thick thigh muscles when he arches into a curve up, up, up. “-knock knock.”

“S-so…” Mumbling, shit- Toji was fucking you like he couldn’t get enough of you. “-filthy.”

He’s rolling his eyes at that little comment - you like it, anyway if that warm geyser streaming from between your mushy folds told him anything.

“N’ I remember that your hngh- favorite spot was here…” Oh, you knew what he was doing - you knew exactly the way in which Toji’s dark brows would scrunch with rude delight when his strawberry divot slurs right past that magical spot. “Orrrrr…here-” Ramming resoundingly with his left-leaning girth in exactly the opposite way from the spot that only he could reach so well. Toji’s tongue pops out to lap at his sneaky dribble of saliva - he was loving this. “Whoops…maybe-”

“F-fuck-” You’re all but begging, your whimpers going straight to that forevermore bloated shaft of his. Pumping in a few horny ounces that make him grow even thicker, “-fine- fuck! Please-”

“Hm…” Toji’s tutting, bangs sticking to the plane of his prespired forehead as he shakes his head understandingly. Mockingly so. “What’s that?”

“Please-”

“Louder.”

“Please.”

He’s lolling out his tongue to lap at the salty pearls of tears beginning to waterfall from your fluttering eyes, “Say ‘please- husband.’”

The embarrassment and pure irritation curdling in your veins was strong, but your need - your throb from the wet patch between your legs, and that spot was even stronger. Shit, you needed him. “P-please…my husband.”

Ah, the words are barely spilling from your mouth, barely even reaching our own ears before Toji’s making you see white-hot pleasure flickering behind your lids. A drawling keen dragging out from your throat as soon as his curvaceous cockhead nuzzles up in a sweet, sweet hug into your g-spot.

And your ears can only thunder with your heartbeat, your spine bowing as your husband plaps his fat cock into your most candied spots over and over and over-

“One more thing.” Something cool touches your face, and only seconds later do you recognize it to be a phone. Your phone. “Tell that lil’ loser of a coworker that yer hgh- married. And-” Another deafening pap! “-expecting.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Yours, always.

“I…I’m sorry, my love.” Nanami hisses - he heaves the moment his buttery-topped tip was sinking past your puckered entrance. And there’s a dangerous furrow between his neat, blond brows, “But I can’t have ya sayin’ anything bad about my wife.”

And he was so serious - seriously in love with the way you were gaping up with spit-flooded lips when one of his thick, calloused digits massage over your eagerly peaked clit with the chillingly golden band of his wedding ring. Matching with yours.

Your fingers dig into the plane of your husband’s unfairly broad shoulders underneath his blue button-up, all rippling muscles and sheer dripping sex appeal. He hadn’t even bothered to take his office clothes before helping you…feel better. “Kento, I-I’m just sayin’ your new c-coworker is so much prettier-”

Thwack!

Only for him to cut you off with a heavy-handed spank to your treacly cunt, and a rumbling growl - rasping from beneath his stern lips once Nanami grants you with a filthy, filthy glissade of a French kiss. And you could taste him - taste yourself from his makeout with your slobbery pussy just before.

Your sticky slick lacquering his gummy lips in a candied glaze, slipping and sliding all the way down the dimpled edges of his grin, his chin, down below between his cushiony pecs-

It was like a badge of honor, and Nanami Kento gladly and proudly adorned it.

You’re just leaking from that gooey spot between your legs when he’s back to pressing peck after peck on both your lips and your cushy g-spot. Dribbles of translucent slick drenching Nanami’s tawny happy trail - and his ring.

One that’s pushed between your lecherously parted lips to swirl around that whiny cavern of your mouth, making you just shut up-

“G-gonna-” Clawing at his strong forearms, shocked that you were being halfway choked by your dear, gentle husband. “-gonna get dirty this way, K-Ken-”

“No, don’t mind getting…dirty if it’s you.” You’re hearing Nanami gasp from above you, murky pants of his shooting out in a rasping ah! ah! ah! And his droopily half-lidded eyes just bore into yours with sweet connection, “And I hate disrespectin’ my ngh- wife, this way but…but m’not gonna go easy on you tonight, darlin’.”

Fuck.

The bed sings out splintering creaks with every thud! of Nanami’s fatly bloated tip smooching up against your spongy cervix. Every bouncy bludgeon spurting out the most dewy ribbons of his precum from the very tip of his rounded crownhead. Proud and ruthless.

You can only wring your fingers through Nanami’s golden strands, unsticking stray locks from his prespired forehead. Babbles upon babbles spill from your lips, “I-fuck! Kentoooo- it f-feels so good.”

“Good, hm? Th-tha’s right-” Freely thumbing away a few puddly gumdrops of saliva that’d begun just spilling from the corners of your maw with every hit after hit-

And every clashing pivot of his toned hipbones sting, heat blossoming up your spine in this sloppy mess of a mating press that Nanami had manhandled you into. But he needed more- more more more-

“S-shoooo good, Ken- right there-” Lewd little strings of hiccups are bubbling from your chest and wafting up between the bustling fingers still toying with your mouth and making you suck. Tongue swirling up the cold engraved metal of his ring as if your favorite honeyed lolly, “Always feels so ngh- good havin’ you inside me-”

Too good.

Unable to help yourself from greedily clasping onto that dangling yellowy tie sticking to your sweat-simmered tits and pulling-

And oh, this makes Nanami gasp- free hand slamming! down onto the timber bedframe. This makes his hips hammer forward with a loudly ringing pap! Plummy, split cockhead probing into your cervix hard.

Never slowing down, never stopping- hell, he doesn’t think he even could right now.

“H-heh, my clever girl.” A kiss against your forehead. “My needy girl.” Your cheeks. Each side. “My ngh- beautiful girl- most beautiful girl in this world.”

There’s such utter and true loving in his foggy mahogany eyes that you almost feel shy. “D-don’t look at me like that, Kento.”

“Y’know I only h-have eyes for you, my love…” Accompanied by the digits rummaging deep inside your sultry mouth to reel back with a sodden plap! And dip down to caressingly pinch your plump clit, “C’mon- tighter. Mark me up. Tight.”

And there’s nothing you can do but listen to what he says.

How could you not?

Not when the ever-sensible Nanami Kento was begging - pleading - down at you to choke his velveteen tie even tighter around his attractive throat. Adam’s apple bobbing at your increasing strain, lightning bolts of veins thumping when you squeeze.

“Yeahhh- don’ be shy. Let everyone know- fuuuuck-” Bleary head falling back with every adhesive-like cling of your elastic walls - or, at least, trying to if it wasn’t for your chokehold with his tie. Nanami’s lips curl into an oh-so-feral snarl, head tilting to the side to chafe his own flesh with the ropey bruises of your actions. “-mark me up s-so that the whole office knows m’yours. And I…”

Fuck, you looked so cute fucked dumb and drooling on his fat dick like this.

Nanami’s thick muscular thighs are shivering at this point, shovelling your own further and further upon the more he could feel himself losing his fucking mind.

“And I’m gonna m-marry you.” Bumbling out over and over like a mantra now, Nanami was so pussydrunk that his rotund tip wasn’t even kissing up against the bullseye of your g-spot directly anymore. Breath hitching, “Gonna marry- hngh- needa marry. B-be your husband- and-” Just dragging out achy massages of his swollen length to lustre every gooey inch of you with layers on top of voluminous layers of his- cum? “Sh-shit.”

Because Nanami was cumming and he couldn’t stop.

Heaps of weighty ropes splatter across your elastic channel, it’s swashing around in thick masses every time he’s fucking it back deeply into you. “I love you.”

CRACK!

At this moment, you’re sure that it’s your mind splintering into a million pieces, and only many, many hours later do you realize that it’s your poor broken bedframe. Because you’re overspilling with drooling dredges of pearlescent seed and bliss when that finally pushes you over the edge, too. “K-Kentoooo-”

“Shhh sh sh- m’here Hold onto me-” he’s rasping out. Airy. Depraved. Like Nanami doesn’t even know that the words are leaving his lips. “So perfect…wanna marry you, darling.”

You can only blurt out a drunken giggle, “Ken- we’re ngh- already married.”

“Oh…then…you already know m’yours…” Nuzzling his face into his favorite hideout at the crook of your neck, Nanami’s words are almost cracking into a whine - a plea for the very first time in his life. “-body and soul.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - XOXO

“Why hello to you, too.” You flinch when Geto snickers once his sneaking fingers massage downwards to pry open your thoroughly puckered and drooling pussy lips. He wasn’t talking to you. “Wanna help me make my girl all happy again?”

And he’s humming along, throwing your pliable legs easily over his sculptured shoulders with an understanding nod. “Mmmm- needy one, aren’tcha?”

“You’re s-such a tease.” You’re huffing out, brows knitting in a way that only made the pretty man above you kiss away.

“And you’re such a green-eyed lil’ monster.” He’s purring back, a rasping growl leaking its way into Geto’s teasing words. “And as much as I love that ah- jealous pout on ya, gorgeous, better know it only makes me…harder.”

Geto’s snaking a hand to pry your drunkenly lolling head to veer downwards, chuckling at the way your droopy eyes widen when you’re taking note of his staggeringly bloated cock laid right there between your legs. Red and angry. So ready to pump the heated geyser between your legs full of his inches, that he can’t help but bawl out a ribbony string of pre smearing across your tummy. Enough so that you can almost taste it-

“What? What happened to my heh- snappy girl, huh?” Inky bangs mussing up when he’s cocking his head to simply leer. Such a sleazy look of depravity taking over all of his features, “Too big?”

You’re shaking your head - gasping, “Y-yes but I want it- want you hck! inside me so badly, Suguru—”

“Say m’name like that n’ I’ll cum.” He’s rolling his eyes, truly unabashed and greedy. With a sopping wet plap! Geto’s planting your treacly slit with a spank, only for you to be presented with the big beefy expanse of his pale forearm before you can even make a whiny noise. “Now, bite down and take it.”

You think you could sob when every long, girthy inch of his fills you up to your very brim. Bulky globular tip kissing past your gluey lips and mazing you open so widely around him, until your elastic walls were tautly stretched till you could feel every ridge, every thumping vein, every goopy spurt of warm pre that showered your melty insides.

“Heh.” Fuck, Geto’s heart just lurches with something warm at that heart-eyed cross of your pupils. Such a pretty picture. “Can ya count how many inches f’me, gorgeous?”

Ah, you couldn’t think much less count with just how battering Geto was with his mindless ruts just to fit inside. Washboard abs flexing with every push, push, push-

You’re letting go of his heated flesh with a soppy pwah! bursting from your lungs. “E-eight?” Only to be hit with a messy thud! of his thick cockhead dragging down your mushy walls, throbbing veins thumping at your tenderized spots in time with your very heartbeat. Oh. “Nine?”

“Atta girl.” The calloused mountains of his palms covet underneath your thighs and manhandle you even closer to lock them around his neck. Tighter. “Got a whole nine inches j-just for you, alllll for this pretty pussy right here.”

You can’t help but feel like a fucking toy at the merciless hands of Geto Suguru - and he’s more than happy to pliantly jerk you around until you were halfway through sobbing at the sheer pounds after pounds.

Your glossed lips can only part open when he’s punctuating each thrust with a tug on the precious hood of your clit, and Geto was always the best with his fingers. Dipping and swirling them around dexterously to make you see flashing stars, “Sugu, it- It feels- so-”

“Louder.”

“S-Sugu-”

“Ah ah- louder.” Mahogany headboard clattering against the walls, about to break. To snap. Just as much as he was right about now. “Don’ hold back any fuck- pretty noises from me. The entire ah- place hasn’t heard ya yet.”

“Mhmm, does it feel hah- good when big bad Sugu is fucking you stupid?” Leaving a sweet little pap! of his blushing red tip particularly hard into your g-spot, you swear you could taste the bliss of his bumpy veins branding into your tenderized orifices. “When ya don’t have to think about ngh- aaaany of those silly things?”

And you couldn’t worry about anything - not that too-flirty new member of the association, not your jealousy - not when Geto was fucking each and every thought out of your poor mind.

Barely even registering it even once one engulfing hand curls gently at the back of your neck to hide away your prespired face into the clammy crook of his neck. So pretty and supple when he’s guiding you to bite, “C’mon then- heh- mark me. Use me. Show off that m’yours.”

“Y-you’re enjoying this-” you’re whining, though, nosing away to pinprick littering bites that blossom and bloom, and show off even if he had his traditional robes on.

“And you’re turned on.” He’s finishing off your never-ending mewls, head lolling backwards drunkenly to give you an even bigger canvas to work with. “Feeling me all deep inside-” Splaying out a palm along your tummy to feel for that cylindrical outline of something hard. Aching. Bumping up in wet smooches into your deepest spots. “Such a possessive lil’ thing milkin’ me. I need you to fuck me. Fuh-fuck me.”

Muttering, “Ngh- should- should fuck you in front of the whole cult to l-let them know.” Your murky huffs are laced with something grumbling that makes his fattened tip twitch.

It’s only then and there that you hear notorious clan leader Geto Suguru whimper. For the first time ever in his life, breaking at the seams when your nails rake pretty red valleys down the mountainous expanse of his Adonis-like back.

Flexing and rippling and fuck-

Fuck, Geto thinks he could almost cum right then and there at the awe-strucken expression smeared all over your face. The way your lips were curling with trickling rivulets of drool and you barely even realize.

“That’s right-” He’s cooing at your nonsensical babbling like it was his favorite conversation, and you’ve never seen him so fucked. So much like putty underneath your hands as you leave marks for days. Maw slagging open with a smirk, heady lids so heavy and hypnotized that they’re practically closed. “That’s right, that’s riiiight- That can be arranged.”

Your greedy fingerpads tangle with his silken locks and jerk in shock, syrupy sap leaking sobbing between your pursed lips and forming a little ring right at Geto’s hulking base once you’re registering what he said. “Can be- arranged?”

And ah- Geto knows he loves you. He really, really loves you. Marked and yours, he’s whispering, “Anything for my girl. Because m’yours and yours forever and ever.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “I-I’m yours…”

And not even the way that poor Choso was buried vulgarly deep into every syrupy nook and cranny of your pretty pussy would stop him from rambling those whimpering words. In fact, it was the opposite.

He was so thoroughly pussydrunk that just a few sloppy sucks of our glutinous walls makes Choso’s heaving chest stutter mid-fuck. Drooling maw falling pathetically open at the sheen sprays formulating around his swollen, rose-pink shaft.

So glossy and pretty that he feels hypnotized.

“Cho…” Only snapping half-awake once your trembly fingers dive into Choso’s slightly dampened chestnut locks. And the flutters of his long lashes are so adorable, “D’you ngh- mean that?”

“Of course! Don’t be silly, my baby–” And he can’t even believe what he’s hearing - you? The light of his life? Fucking jealous over a too-flirty sorcerer? God, if it wasn’t for the way that his breath hitches at the dewy cling of your mushy walls exactly around his sensitive underside, then Choso would’ve thought that he was dreaming. “You know you’re the ah! only one for me.”

And he meant it with every pound after papping pound of his plumpened, ruddy crownhead drawing spattered gashes into your rubbery channel.

Rubbing over one slender thumb to trailway the peak of your buttony clit, Choso can’t hold back his keening whine at just how much wetter that makes your already-slobbering pussy. Swirling pressurized gyrations over and over, he’s muttering away, “G-gonna prove it- g’na make you cum- ngh- have to- ah fuck-”

“Oh- shit- B-baby, I can’t stop-” You’re whispering at the fountained squirt of your slick flooding the sultry non-existent space between you two - you’re so responsive today, and Choso thinks he could cum just from this.

“Fuck me-” he’s dribbling through roughly parted lips, nose crinkling with utter bliss. “Fuck me- ngh- Yeah yeah yeah, milk me and make me yours, baby- only ever want you to milk me.”

You’re snickering with such utter loving in your eyes that it makes him shy. “H-heh, so cute when you’re fucking yourself so hah- deep in me like this, baby.”

He could whine, could beg your cute cunt for more. Could feel not even a mere inkling of embarrassment as his tongue lolls out like such a slut to slide glazy digits all the way into the back of his greedy throat. Dewy eyes shuttering at the sugarcoated taste of your sweet, sweet juices-

“Oh, but you sh-shouldn’t ever need to be jealous. I w-wanna…” he’s starting off with a tremoring wobble of his jutted, strawberry-pink lips. Thickly viscous coatings of saliva and your slick hanging off of them like a sticky second skin, “-wanna s-stuff my face between your pretty legs forever and ever, baby–”

And Choso couldn’t fucking believe the words were spilling from his mouth - he was supposed to be making his poor girl feel better. Supposed to be comforting you.

But these are so sinful that it makes your beloved boyfriend burn a bright blossoming red, such a pretty flush eating one the apples of his cheeks. One you can’t help but cup, “S’that all?”

Shit, Choso can feel his buttery pre coil out in a few soppy splotches that puddle at the end of your pulpy cervix, split-ended shaft making such a mess. His hefty breeder balls clench tautly at the teasing tone of your voice- dammit. He can’t cum before you.

“N-no.” Pearly white teeth sinking into his gummy bottom lip, Choso chews away as if it was his favorite candy. Trying so-very-hard to hold himself back. “Wanna fuck her- ngh-” And just one look– just one sneaking spy down at where he was disappearing back and forth always left him stupidly speechless. “-her…p-pretty lips until I…die. Think m’ngh- addicted, baby—”

He was so precious.

Tear-streaked face nuzzling the crook of your neck, dexterous fingers knotting around the bulky base of his length. And the only thing that Choso’s heavy tongue can jumble out is a mixture of your name and please- please please-

“Aww, Cho–” You’re prying his sweaty face away to gaze down ravenously into yours, and just the sweet eye contact is enough to make his skin even more feverishly blushing pink. “Are you close?”

“N-no…”

A lie - and both of you knew it.

Because Choso’s streaks of thumping veins down his sensitive cock always throbbed so much harder when it was building up. His dark lashes lacquering with a salty layer of tears, sculptured abs flexing and pulling tight when his sloppy hips pap! pap! pap! into your fleshy mounds like such an animal.

Choso has never felt more out of control - more and more like his sanity was fraying away with every bumpy nudge of his dewdropping rotund tip into your bouncy sweet spots. With every drag of your raking nails down his scalp in a way that makes him think he would fucking purr if he could-

“I…I lied.” He’s confessing like his greatest sin, one arm wrangling around your waist to smush your naked tits against his cushy pecs. Cozy. “M’gonna cum-”

“Cum f’me, Choso.”

Biting back a shrilling mewl at the lecherous use of his full name, he’s already feeling the white-hot shockwaves of his tightly teetering orgasm swirling around in his thwacking balls. Urgently latching two soft-padded fingertips onto your clit, Choso pinches-

And then you’re both cumming.

You don’t know who was first - but in the depths of your lust-filmed mind, you’re sure you tied for the hardest. Because you’re seeing ivory - or make that was just the thickly viscous globs of seed that verspilled from your knotted cunt.

“Fuh-fuck me-” he’s gurgling out, reeling you into his glimmering, toned body so tightly. Usually so conscious of crushing you with his weight, but now you’re being pinned to the soaked sheets with every ounce of him. He’s melting into you, abs against your tummy, thighs against your own, head dripping into your throat to bite. “Love you- love you love you love- love being yours. And yours o-only.”

Clingy wads of seed sloshing out of you with every sensitive buck, Choso’s still fucking you through your high. Fucking you like he can’t stop the steaming hot piles of cum being poured out into your cozy pussy until you were flooded to the brim.

And through your black-tinged vision you can make out the hypnotized figure of him dipping down two ravaging fingers to smear the clingfilm of lustrous creamy white. Swabbing a generous helping before popping them into his dribbling mouth-

“Baby, did you know curses mate for life?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Cross my heart

“Hah- what was that again, silly human?” Sukuna’s crossing over his big beefy arms exactly how he knew you liked, and the way you’re ogling the powerful flexes of his biceps is just so darn cute. “Jealous? Repeat that f’me- for your king.”

As if you could.

As if Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t just fucking you stupid right now - for what seemed like hours and hours and hours. The fat globe of his bawling cockhead drawing a few trickles of sap down your battered g-spot each and every time. Every vicious rut arching perfectly off of his luxurious throne to leave wet plap! after plap! after plap! on your poor stinging mounds of flesh.

You were supposed to be riding him - but, of course, the king of curses had to steal your thunder. Had to shut up your shrilling whines by bumping his hips into you mercilessly.

“Oi oi-” Two dark-nailed digits are slicking in front of your deliciously crossed eyes to snap you out of your cockdrunken little haze, and with a sharp snap! your pulpy cervix is being bludgeoned with three thick drags of one strawberry-ruby tip. He’s fisting his other matchingly swollen length with fat fingers, thumbing down those lightning bolted veins mouth-wateringly. “Don’t tell me yer tappin’ out ngh- already?”

Your mewls come out candied and so, so needy. Bonelessly jittery arms curling around Sukuna’s thick neck, to jerk your hips mere sultry inches down his soppily glazed shafts. “I-I’m- not- I was just…”

“And now yer fuckin’ running away.” He’s drawling out, and oh, you could tell that he was enjoying this. Monstrous mouth on his stomach spilling out a few greedy puddles of saliva at that oh-so-desperate pout on your face. Grinning. “Can’t talk but- ya can ah- run away? Where are ya going, huh? Lemme escort ya, brat.”

Before you can even blink, he’s baring you with such a feral grin. Plumpish lips pulled back to show off those elongated canines, rumbling snickers shooting out from between them the very moment Sukuna’s curling a staggering arm around the small of your back. Hard.

Crushing you against the sweat-simmers mountains of his cushiony pecs, you’re at the perfect deepened angle for his second mouth to just dote on the weep tip of your clit.

“Sh-shit-” Your head tumbles airily backwards at the roughened smooch of his oversized tastebuds down your neglected clit, so hot and greedy that it makes you see stars. Mumbles slurring with every syllable, “Kuna i-it feels so good-”

“Well, duh.” Sukuna has no qualms rolling those glowingly demon-red eyes, plumpened cock swiping copious syrupy dewdrops around and around your puckered hole. “Dunno why ya think of all this- ngh! fuck- stupid shit…Ya really think I make jus’ anyone ah- feel like this?”

You’re huffing, knowing exactly the stupid conversation that got you here. “Not m-my fault- everyone in your court is always trying to be ngh! fuuuck- a-all over you and I just got a little jeal-”

“No shit, woman.” Fuck- you should’ve expected the punishing little pinch of his plushy fingerpads around your beaded nipples. And Sukuna can only tut, “Gettin’ jealous over low-lives for ngh- what? How m’I gonna get that cute lil’ brain of yours to f-finally understand, hm?”

And it’s like he was trying to drill that idea into you. In many ways.

Sukuna’s letting a third of his massive palms pucker up your swollen pussylips. Lecherously so.

Dancing his heated fingertips up and down up and down those saturatedly puffed-up edges before letting the hefty hilt of his stacked shaft fall in a weighty smack! Once. Just enough to make you sound out a shocked yelp at the messy French snog of his second cock down your treacly slit.

Slow and languid - the complete opposite of how vigorously he was now filling you up with those exact inches. “My jealous girl- ngh- one’s not ‘nough, right? Good thing your Kuna has two.”

Yeah, his size was incredible.

Your parted lips couldn’t stop quivering, couldn’t stop streaming out geysers of cockdrunk spit at just how close you felt to bursting.

Because his girths were plugging you mind-numbingly full, thumping veins massaging in sweet little glissades down the most treasured sweet spots of your walls. Two of Sukuna’s fingers dip downwards to spread your bulging lips, using every ounce from years upon years of battle just to buck. Up, up, up-

“Sh-shit—” he’s hissing underneath his headily cloudy breath, jaw clenching at the velvety slide of himself stuffing you doubly full. And if Sukuna thought that he wasn’t handling this well, then he wasn’t ready to gaze with glazed eyes up at you. “So- tight. Look at that bulge. Feelin’ full, brat?”

Yes. You could almost sob, pulling on those bubblegum curls at the base of Sukuna’s neck when he’s only pivoting to sink in even deeper. Yes yes yes yes-

“Good. G-gonna make a biiiig mess- here-” You’re whimpering brokenly at the sharp throb of one index of his probing about halfway down your tummy, where Sukuna’s sweltering hot tips were scouring. “-maybe then ya won’t forget who’s yours.”

“M-mine?” You’re blinking your droopy eyes up at him, and shit- he can feel his regal cheekbones burn at the pretty sight.

Drooly little squelches are wafting off from underneath you after every battering ram of an innocent peck up into your goopy depths. And Sukuna only matches the slurping sounds back up above when he latches his lips onto yours.

“Kiss me- kiss me proper.” Your maw dangles open drunkenly with a prying tug from one of his thumbs, “Lick-” And it’s so fucking filthy that you can feel your slobbering pussy lacquer with another candied wave of slick, flooding between your legs and helping you slip and slide in lewd gyrations of his lap. A mess that his excess mouth gladly laps up. “Spit.”

You do - letting the gleaming thick wad splatter onto Sukuna’s eagerly awaiting tongue and lather his mouth even wetter. And you right along with-

With your orgasm taking you by surprise - fuck. Right at the moment your dripping cunt pecks his twin hilts.

You hadn’t even noticed the way it was building up and up and up- not until you’re letting your eyes sprint to the sluggish back of your head with a moan.

“I-I’m-” Barely able to stutter out, stomach piling hotly with the shockwave of your high and the pleasurably liquidly masses of Sukuna’s buttery pre. Even more as he watched you fall apart. “-cumming—!”

“I know I know, nasty girl. Fuckin’ filthy.” He’s planting heavy-duty pound after pound to permanently brand all those spots, your cervix, everywhere and anywhere with the rounded circumference of his bloated cockheads. Swiping off those miniscule splatters of remnants, grumbling - with such a content smile. “Gotta work on your h-heh aim, though. Notice anything, brat?”

Notice? What was there to notice? You muse you could barely even think - barely even breathe with the way that your mind was still jolted with your orgasm. With the way that Sukuna’s bustling cocks were stretching your gluey walls permanently open and-

Oh.

That’s when your lust-filmed eyes see it - the tattoo. Nothing out of the ordinary to see Sukuna with a cursed marking on his tongue, but what came right after was what had you gasping…your name. Inked right on his flesh.

“Next time ya get- tch…jealous, m’ngh- tattooing your name here-” Drifting down his clawed digits from your hips and over to his own. And then up to his heart. He was dead serious. Planting your agape mouth with a sappy kiss, “-and fuckin’ ya in front of the whole court, my silly human.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Casual?!

Sure, this arrangement with you was supposed to be casual but…one simple hangout with friends later and Ino Takuma knows you’re the only one he’d ever want to see walk down that damn aisle. He knows.

Because you’ve got your trembly legs practically padlocked greedily around the slender curve of his toned waist, your slobbery folds greedily drooling down every curvaceous inch of him. And oh, he can’t help but let off a quiet whine at the grumpy furrow in your brows, “W-wan’ more, Taku–!”

More.

More more more that made his peachy-pink tip drivel out a few slippery douses of pre down your rubbery walls like your favorite sort of icing. Only adding to the complete and utter mess he’d already made-

“Are ya sure?” Ino’s drawling out, mean hips angling to skim just past the bruised and battered orifice of your g-spot. Slowly puckering up in a French kiss against your cervix, he’s catching a thumb down the eager globs of cum from just before that were now sloshing out of you. Teasing it into his mouth, “Yer already so f-full, pretty- Hmmmm, maybe we should just hngh- rest now-”

Ah, he knew exactly what would happen.

Exactly how it would only take three curls of his fat thumb up and down the lustrous layers of buttery seed that were staining your puffy pussylips for you to snap. To let out a cloudy pant of swears before planting your quivering feet flat on the plush mattress and flip the two of you over.

Ino’s leaving a stinging spank once the mound of your ass rests right up against the tight curve of his rounded balls, slobbering a glossy snail trail all over his heated skin in a way that make him groan. “Ohhh, love it when yer rough w’me like this.”

“Just one more…” He’s not even sure if you knew just how lethal that pout of yours was, fingers digging into his scalp to pull on his silky chestnut locks. And Ino lets you. Fuck- he lets you. “Want to be s-sure that next time, everyone knows you’re mine.”

Oh. Ino can feel his neat brows raising, hips rummaging upwards into your gluey depths with a mindless slam! “Holy shit. I-is that what this is- you’re ngh- jealous?” Latching onto the pivoting motions of your hips, “That’s so fucking hot.”

Indeed, and who knew that a flirty waitress would leave you fucking the sanity out of him like this.

Ino’s finding himself keening at the smaller digits of yours staking your nails and your claim all over his pretty tawny hair, his throat, his pecs. Marks upon marks upon marks-

“Hah- fuuuuck- you jus’ feel so ngh- good, baby—” you’re practically purring, jerking your hips to mush his fattened mushroom tip into your sweetest spot with practice. Up and down and Ino can’t look away. “Makes me wanna k-keep ya all to myself.”

“Oh yeah?” He’s quirking up one brow, and you can’t help but find it so rawly sexy the way he does it. “S’that what you hngh- want? Wanna keep me until ya-” Both of you hissing when he’s grazing his soft fingertips across the creamy wads of cum spilling from your soppy slit. Before pushing it back in- “-until ya milk me dry, pretty?”

He was always so mean with his mouth - but the way that Ino was arching his spine the perfect curvature off of the drenched sheets was even meaner.

Choking out through long, unsteady heaves of his pronounced pecs, “Shit, greedy girl. D-don’t know if I even can cum anymore, y’know?”

“Just one more?”

“Dammit…dammit! Ya know I can’t- ah- resist ya.” He’s tutting, “Just oooone more for m’girl?”

Deep, vulgar strokes plap! plap! plapping! against your own sloppy staccato. Vicious. Hard enough that the excess ribbons of cum smear and sludge all inside your tight entrance. It feels so completely lecherous that you don’t even hesitate before craning one set of fingers behind your back to graze over his puckered ballsack.

Tender touch making Ino’s jaw drop with a whine - a whine.

“Y-you vixen–” Soft hair splaying out across the pillowcase like a halo when he’s throwing his head alllll the way back, matching the way his eyes slide behind until all you can see are those ivory whites. “Fucking take it then, always ruinin’ me with this p-pretty pussy o’ yours.”

“S’that so?” You’re musing, teeth sinking into the tender spot right at his left earlobe. And Ino’s face is so sweaty and flushed nuzzling into yours, streaked with a cherry-red blush that looks oh-so-cute. “No need to be shy about it, Taku–”

“F-fuuuck- don’ say my ngh- name like that.” And there’s something in the way he giggles all pussydrunkenly, “Gonna make me- cum again- Fuuuck, only you could m-make me like this.”

Oh?

So very drunk off of you and the clingy smooches your sloppy cunt was leaving on his rock-hard length that he just couldn’t stop babbling. Faster. Couldn’t stop running his kiss-bruised mouth with every thwacking thrash! against your magical spots, dotting gumdrops of dangerous pre with every single jackhammer. Sloppier.

And that smile on your face is heavenly. “Say that again, baby?” But your words are devilish.

As if to whisper his deepest darkest secrets in hoarse, breaking whimpers into your ear, Ino’s curling his dextrous inches of fingers around your throat. Hauling you greedy centimeters closer until his heady breath was bouncing in warm puffs off of your features, in awe taking you in. Drooling. Blushing. Syllables drowning in embarrassment, “Only you can ah- fuck me stupid like this- o-only you…m’yours.”

“Gonna hafta let hngh- everyone know then-” you’re humming, voice so silky smooth but Ino’s ruddied cock could feel the sweltering hot gushes as you only got wetter. “-I’ll be ah- showing you off then-”

“Mhmm– yeah- yeah, whatever you say, sweetness.” He’s sighing underneath his breath when your bounces only grow more vicious. “Proper name, place name…backtory stuff.” Face drooping into the strained crook of his neck and- oh.

And then you bite him and Ino thinks he sees the gates of heaven.

With you, straddling him right then and there like the angel you are. Your needy pussy swallowing up torrential ounces and ounces and ounces of his ribbony cum. The sappy masses mixing and meshing with the already-filthy puddle that he’d made before.

There’s just so much spilling from that strawberry pink divot peaking at his crownhead, that Ino’s entire body hunches over. Sweat-dampened forehead sticking to yours, shivers sprinting down his spine to where he was maintaining a vice-like grip plugging you full of his swirling cum.

Bleeding into his words when he’s muttering up at you through long, fluttering lashes, “C-can we hold hands when we go out now?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - WEAK

“M’not weak.” He’s spitting out, long snowy lashes fluttering with every sheeny glissade of your puckered pussy lips rovering up and down his achy, overused cock. Up and down up and down up and- “So ngh- m-mark me up.”

And it was just about the only thing that Gojo Satoru wanted - the only thing he yearned for - right after proving to you and everyone else that he was yours.

He’d just finished smearing your prettily puckered lips with a thick lipstain of sappy cum, before manhandling you on top of him to ride him for hours and hours and hours. You’re so gorgeous milking his fucking soul, with Gojo’s own velvety blindfold dangling off of your neck.

Planting a long, exaggerated snog of his plump rosy lips on your sodden mouth, Gojo’s pulling away with a dramatic pout. “Wan’ to show them how the ah- strongest fucks. For everyone t-to know how well you- hngh!”

You’re proving exactly his point with a clingy clench of your glutinous walls hugging his rummaging cockhead. Slipping and sliding between his leaky mushroom tip between your saturated lips oh-so-easily with just how soaked you were.

With a stinging smack! of his slender, six-inch fingers onto the arched curve of yours ass, Gojo’s helping your bulging lips swallow up every one of his fucking inches. Greedily.

“Why?” You’re huffing out a clouded pant, hitting Gojo’s playfully loving features. Words taking on a whiny tone that you only ever saw used by your boyfriend himself, “S-so that even more girls could flirt with you when m’right ngh- there-”

Swat!

Once. Twice. Thrice until Gojo was sure that your sharp mouth was reduced to flooding with nothing but needy whines at his punishing little thwacks.

Reminding you of how he’d turned down anyone and everyone else that flocked to him.

You can only watch when he’s curling one big, beefy forearm around the pivoting small of your back. Sapphire eyes rolling up at you, “Girl, as much as I hah- looove that feisty hngh- mouth o’ yours. You think just anyone s’gonna make the st-strongest theirs?”

Before you can answer, he’s swabbing out a caramelized wad of translucent saliva, dipping down to your neglected clit and leaving off a pressurized spank.

“Silly lil’ thing. The answer is- no-” He’s humming away, like he wasn’t just driving your body oh-so-feral right about now. Prattles of praises dripping with every dousing dab of his globular tip opening up your gooey depths, “-so no complainin’ now, my girl.”

And it was so true.

With a few copious more kisses lingering on your tongue, Gojo’s blessing your tastebuds with a wet thwack! of his drooly saliva. Pecking away the overspilling spatters beading at the corners of your lips, “See how well ya take it? So no need ta get ngh- jealous, sweetheart.”

And maybe it was high time that you’re asking for a break, high time that you’re breathing in heaving gulps of air to try and organize your dazed mind.

But the only thing you find yourself doing is carressing your palms to give Gojo’s bulging pecs a good firm squeeze. Digging your nails into the plush muscle in a way that makes his nose crinkle with a whimper.

“C-can’t help it, Toru–” Head throwing back with the roaring pap! of his clammy skin sticking to yours with each bounce, you’re stuffing your snug cunt so unbearably full with his massively large inches. And it only makes you want more more more- “-you’re just so pretty…”

Oh.

“Yeah?” Gojo’s letting his head splay-out into the pillow with a woozy grin smeared all over his ruined features. One set of his biceps rippling when he’s resting it sexily behind him, the other twitching when he’s curling one finger underneath the blindfold at your neck and dragging you until you’re mere sultry inches away. “Ya think m’pretty, huh?”

Your blood curdles in your vein with embarrassment at what you’d just babbled away cockdrunkenly - what you were still babbling out. “Y-yes. Unfairly pretty.”

Fuck, Gojo was just twitching his bulked rotund tip into your goopiest depths. Still so sensitive. Earning you a low whine puffing from between his lips, and the sweetest of kisses against that tender g-spot.

“H-heh…” And if you were in a better state of mind, you’d have sworn that the great Gojo Satoru’s suave voice trembled with such an obvious crack. “M’gonna marry ya- I swear.”

And that massive diamond ring bunched up in his drawer to be mentioned later, you’re feeling the burning sting of his pampered fingernails raking bruising lines down the curvaceous arch of your spine. The sheer bend of it sending Gojo licking his lips, eyes craning to admire the bumpy pathways of his perfect work.

You’re hissing your own crescents drawing the very same thing all over Gojo’s Herculean front the very moment his jackhammers get too much. Strawberry red lines against his peachy flush. Plummy split-end probing deeply into all your treasure trove of geysers that it felt like just the slightest bit of recoil parting your gluey flesh made him mad.

“Ohhh, girl-” The smile you’re bared with is so wild - unrestrained. Showing off his sharpened canines like such an animal, drooling and gleaming with mouth-watered sap. Breaths staggering out in hot pants, “-the way you hah- stake your claim on me is sooo sexy. Because m’yours, huh?”

And maybe if this was any other time then you’re sure you’d be embarrassed at how quickly you’re hurtling into your orgasm headfirst with just those words and the bruising twang of his fingers pinching your clit.

Yet, it feels so good - Gojo Satoru was always the best at whatever he did.

And right now you can feel your throat burn with the wrenching call of Toru— your hips stuttering down into his almost-thunderously. Riotous, vicious drags to plumpen your favorite spots with the curved angle of his thick cock, so drag out your high for far too long-

But Gojo wasn’t done. Of course, he wasn’t.

Not until spearheading few determinedly roughened thrashes up into your soppy cervix with a gritted slash of his mouth.

“Yeah yeahh- y-you can handle it, girlie-” Swab after swab after swab that made your second and third orgasms cash into one. “Gotta s-suck me ngh- dry now, m’kay? Make aaaaall of Toyko lose their fuckin’ electrcity- ah- instead of worryin’ that pretty lil’ head with stupid things. Okay?” Final, heaving slopes of his thrusts- “Gotta take eeeverything th-this big cock takes like a champ, m’kay? Because it’s all yours heh…”

And then you’re milking him and you’re milking him until he’s gone. Ruined.

The strongest reduced to nothing but a lecherous mess of whimpers and feral twitches of his ruby-red tip. Flooding your poor cunt over and over with waterfalls of his creamy sap, so fucking overstimulated that he can feel his footfalls planting down firmly on the mattress. Eyes watering, spine hunching-

CRACK!

Ah, Gojo’s cracking his leaky lids open to a dim bedroom, air murky with sex and buzzing jujutsu. Exactly how he wanted it - for everyone in every ward of Tokyo to know who made him feel this way. So good. To know how he was yours.

Gojo looks up at you, cock jerking ever-so-slightly at your heaving figure straddling him and oh, he’s in love. “Let’s take out the lights in all of Japan this time.”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Soulmates.

“Cummin’ on my haaaah- cock for the fourth time and still not ‘nough?” And perhaps for the first time ever in his life, the ever-stoic Higuruma Hiromi sounded breathless. Words hitching into a needy lilt of his voice, “-still want fuckin’ more, greedy girl?”

Yes. The answer was yes yes yes yes - and it was bleeding into your every action.

Steadying your precarious hands on the cool mahogany plane of his office desk. Important law documents rustle and fall with every single motion of your hips pivoting backwards against Higuruma’s toned ones, wrenching out resounding paps! of clammy skin-on-skin. Saturated lips puckering up around every solid, girthy inch he could give, “...J-jus’ want you, Hiromi.”

“Hm, s’that right, angel?” Planting a sudden spank of his thick digits down onto the jiggling mound of your ass. And if you crane your head over your shoulder just right, you’d catch that simpering dimple at the end of his curling grin. “Such a needy girl- bet ya can’t stop thinkin’ about me, huh?”

And- shit, Higuruma wasn’t expecting his lovely angel to actually nod.

To let your head tumble up and downwards like you were out of control, mewling out affirmative yeses.

Without a second thought, he’s tugging the tattered rest of your tight silken skirt cleanly off. Engulfing palms smoothing over your stinging flesh and spreading your puffed-up pussy lips so wiiidely agape.

Your squirmy hips are being pinned down with one of his strong arms, and the forever-deepening angle of Higuruma hiking up a singular thick thigh. Neat black garter only digging into his supple leg muscles and making them look even bigger. “Take this fuckin’ cock now- no need to be shy.”

What a pretty sight.

Of your sheen-slicked folds struggling and yearning to take up more more more of him. Slobbering out sweltering hot geysers of sickly sweet slick that drizzle between his digits and down to that neat, black happy trail. You were so needy right now and Higuruma has never loved anything more - well, other than his love for simply you, of course.

“Not a single ngh- inch left- hah- ya really are made f’me, huh? All this for jus’ me?” He’s hissing out over the knocking thuds of your knees bumping into the wooden furniture with each pressurized thrust. But of course, Higuruma couldn’t have that- bending his legs with a grunt to lift your own boneless limbs ever-so-slightly midair. And you take it so fucking well- “M-maybe I hafta make ya ngh- jealous of overtime more often.”

You’re mumbling, “Hiromi—”

For which you’re shut up by the pads of his rounded fingertips rolling over your pulpy clit with a patterned heart. “Kidding- kidding, angel. But I wouldn’t s-say no to ya barging in my office n’ takin’ this fucking cock more ah- often.”

Pump and pump of his vigorous shaft, you feel like you can only perch your hips higher and take it.

All the while Higuruma’s babbling away pussydrunkenly like he doesn’t even realize it - and he doesn’t. He can’t. The only thing running through his saccharine sweet mind being you you you-

“Awww, nothin’ for ya to be worried about, dear–” Those overstimulated pearls of wet tears gathering at your droopy eyes are lazily wafted away by one of Higuruma’s thumbs. “M’a married fuckin’ man- not to my work. To you, my soulmate.”

“B-but–” Your lower lips juts out in a pout that makes his strawberry pink cockhead jolt like he’d been zapped with a million fucking volts of electricity. Mind too intoxicated to really even register what he said - married. “-makes me feel so lonely n’ jealous some ah- nights, baby–”

“My poor angel-” His face nuzzles into your tear-clammed cheeks, and the miniscule bristle of his five-o-clock shadow makes your trembling orifices only wetter. “-my poor, poor angel. Y’know what we can ngh- do?”

Blinking up dazedly, “What?”

“What if I…” And oh, he’s planing over the middle of your tummy, fingers teetering sensual little circles right above where his rummaging fat cock was making such a mess of your goopy insides. ‘-pumped ya alllll f-full right here.“ Just those sweetly tender words in your ear was enough to make your lips part parchedly, as dry as a desert. “N’ gave our little family a-another hah- member…or two.”

It’s as if as soon as the idea is dropped into your needy head, it’s all that you can think about.

“Wan– ah-” You’re mewling, “Want it- want it so bad. I-inside please–”

Plummeting your hips in an even sloppier slew of grinds against Higuruma’s, it’s no surprise that his sculptured skin where your ass is meeting and smacking into his is angry and red. But he doesn’t mind-

Fuck, in fact, it makes Higuruma even fucking harder. Every ounce of hot blood in his body bloating up to balloon his swollen crownhead even puffier, and he’s skimming over the sensory pads of his digits over and over your womb to feel for that nudge- that little probe of his ruthless shaft into your depths.

“Yeah? That sound good?” He can’t help but snicker in an uncharacteristically sleazy way at just how eagerly you’re nodding, “‘Course it does- my- ngh! good girl takes it all, doesn’t she?” He’s so filthy with his mouth, driving you closer and closer to the edge, even more so when he’s finally uttering. “N’ m’gonna give my all because m’yours, angel. All yours.”

He was fucking you all the way through your high like he meant it - and was driving the very message into both your gummy cunt and your stupefied mind.

Over and over in such salacious grounds of his bulky cylindrical shaft swirling into your pudgy cervix. Kissing you hello and goodbye each n’ every time until he can’t hold it in-

Can’t stop. Can’t even falter when the arm manhandling you flatly onto your front sags with the weight of his entirely powerful body. Hunching over with a low groan, Higuruma’s filling you up to the very brim. Even past that with the utter viscous volume of seed treacling past your puckered slit.

It’s so soppingly soaked that you’re feeling your thighs slip and slide past each other with every squeeze, lathered in a sugary frosting of his cum. Packed and plugged safely inside your goopy depths.

Higuruma can’t help but let his heart twist with utter pride at the way he could feel the matted masses cream and knot around his throbbing shaft inside of you. Ready to keep you locked up in here as long as possible for it to take.

Overtime be damned, he was on a mission to prove that he’s devoted - that he’s yours.

Which is what finds him sneakily tugging open the second drawer on his desk while you busy yourself trying to catch desperate breaths. To steady yourself. To fucking open your eyes after this thorough ruination of your insides - only to see something big, and glinting on your left ring finger.

A big, expensive diamond in exactly the design you’d off-handedly mentioned liking years and years ago.

Your mouth drops, and Higuruma’s crooks into a simpering smile. “If that didn’t prove m’all yours- maybe this will, my wife.”

A/N. WALK ‘EM LIKE A DOG SIS-

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