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sigurdjarlson · 2 years

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Thinking bout Greg and social media again

Him and Willa are the most active besides Kendall. Shiv occasionally goes on.

They all have them even Logan who mostly ignores it’s existence

Greg is a picture taker and so is Willa. It annoys the shit out of everyone else

But they do get cute ones. Shiv, Roman and Ken laughing together on the beach. (Willa has all three in her version of the photo but Greg cropped out Roman by “accident” in his)

There’s a few of Greg and Ken before they have their fall out.

Sometimes they almost look like a normal family if you didn’t know better.

Their PR people think it’s a good look actually, showing the more…um..human side of the Roys. It’s good for optics.

I’m Greg’s stuff, besides internet weirdos who have gotten parasocially attached to Cousin Greg it’s like 80% Tom comments, 5% Marianne, 10% Willa and 5% Ken,

Greg likes the attention his internet sickos give him.

Tom begins showing up a lot on Greg’s as time goes on. Greg gets drunk and posts a really good photo actually of Tom looking at something off screen and puts “Tommy alert” and a random string of (interesting) emojis. Tom spends like hours staring at it trying to decipher these strange modern hieroglyphics

Greg constantly is trying to get Tom take photos with him and slowly he gives in. Their homoerotic vibes can’t help but leak into their photographs as well. Which fuels some interesting rumors

Even Marianne just puts …. ???? Under a photo of them like staring each other in the eyes and grinning. Is Tom’s hand on her son’s waist..?

Roman takes to trolling both Greg and Tom

“Damn Wambsgans you look like you’re about to raw dog cousin Greg on your wife’s private jet. Didn’t know you were so kinky 🍆 💦 🍑 😩👉👌 🔥”

“Cousin Greg is down so fucking bad. I know Tom isn’t that funny. Just suck his dick already and stop embarrassing yourself 🍆 ” and it’s s picture of Greg laughing at something Tom said

“Haha Greg u are fucking my sisters husband 🤣” on a photo of Greg and Tom followed by a very long comment thread of Greg yelling at Roman who just keeps repeating that at him.

Tom joins in and Roman makes all his replies to Tom “Haha Tom u are fucking my cousin 🤣”

Shiv finally says something and Roman replies “haha Shiv you are fucking everyone but my brother in law 🤣”

Kendall just comments “L M F A O”

Roman is just having so much fun with ~the gay rumors~ “Internet freaks, who tops? Discuss in 1..2..3..go!”

And Greg and Tom can’t even form a response because the comment section is making their minds go places it shouldn’t now.

Then there’s the incident where Tom is saying “no I’m not gay I love my beautiful wife”’ for the 1048585th time to a comment and them responding with “well if you won’t fuck him I will” and Tom goes off on a weird aggressive and vaguely possessive rant that Roman just puts “someone’s getting a little bit ghengis Tom 😳” under it

Roman takes his own pics now like Greg and Tom leaving the room “cousin Greg going to go suck Tom off in the bathroom again 🍆💦” Greg posts NO I AM NOT and Roman graciously corrects himself “Cousin Greg going to get sucked off by Tom in the bathroom again”

#succession blogging #the idea of their social media is so funny to me okay #we got brief glimpses of Ken but no one else’s

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venathesimp · 2 years

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Rockstar au again I’m sorry

Alex tweets a few photos of himself completely naked except he cropped it so no one can see anything. The caption reads “dm me and maybe we can work something out~ $20 at minimum for one of my pictures baby~ 🍆💦😘”

Athdar retweets . " Can I get a discount 😉😉😘😘?"

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ottobuchs · 2 years

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lillianawayne99 · 3 years

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CastAway Chapter 7

Pairing: Gojo, Itadori, Sukuna, Nanami X OC

Genre: Action Romance

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings

Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.

Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring. Fumbling for my phone, I managed to turn off the alarm and checked the time. I had about an hour before breakfast. I didn’t need that much time to get ready, but I needed something to occupy myself with after last night’s dream. With a soft sigh, I climbed out of bed and checked my phone. One new message from Gojo.

Gojo: ‘🍆🍑💦😏’

I left the message on read and started to get ready for the day. When I opened my door to go to the bathroom, there was a package in front of it. I took the box into my room and opened it to find my uniform. It consisted of a forest green shirt, a black jacket, a black skirt, and black tights. There were a pair of forest green boots as well.

The skirt stopped several inches above my knees, but it covered everything important. The jacket was cropped a little higher than I was expecting, about an inch higher than my waist. Everything fit comfortably. Gojo managed to get my sizes right.

After getting ready, I went down to the small dining hall to find it was empty apart from Gojo who was sitting at one of the tables. I walked past him to make myself a cup of coffee and grabbed a muffin then sat down across from him. We sat there in silence at first, but knowing Gojo it wouldn’t last very long.

“How’d you sleep?” Sure enough, the quiet lasted less than a minute.

“Fine. You?” I didn’t exactly want to hold a conversation less than an hour after waking up, but it would be rude not to.

“That picture you sent kept me awake for a while.” I knew I shouldn’t have sent that picture.

“Too bad I can’t say the same about yours, Gojo-sensei.” I set my phone down and looked up to see his smirk fall.

“Satoru.” Before I could ask why Gojo was telling me his given name, he grabbed my hand and continued speaking. “When it’s just us, call me Satoru.”

“That’s not appropriate.” I pulled my hand away from him and wrapped it around my mug, but his smirk came back.

“So? You started it, and you didn’t stop until now. Change your mind?” He reached forward and took my hand again, intertwining our fingers.

“That was before you became my teacher. Aren’t you worried about getting fired?” I was always a little irritable in the morning and may have snapped at him by accident, but I didn’t pull my hand away.

“They need me to watch over you and Yuji.” Gojo gently squeezed my hand.

“You’re such a good babysitter.” I laughed quietly at the annoyed look on his face. “I’m being serious. We’re adults, but aren’t student-teacher relationships illegal?”

“We’ll be careful.” He sounded so self assured about this, it almost convinced me.

“I’ll think about it. I don’t want you to get fired and I don’t want to risk getting expelled.” I squeezed his hand to reassure him then let go of him.

Itadori and Fushiguro joined us soon. For once, Itadori was quiet. I guessed that he wasn’t a morning person. Still, it was strange all of us sitting in silence while we ate. Gojo at least should be cracking jokes and annoying the living daylights out of us, but he wasn’t. Maybe he was thinking about how to get me to agree to sleep with him. If I wasn’t worried about what would happen if we got caught, I would’ve agreed and possibly jumped his bones already.

We went to Harajuku together, but Gojo left me with Itadori and Fushiguro while he went off to do something. Itadori wanted more food, I swear that boy was always hungry. He was currently eating a popsicle and leaning against a metal railing while Fushiguro stood nearby and I also leaned on the railing. There was no mention of what happened last night.

‘Hello, pet.’ Sukuna’s voice was accompanied by the feeling of him brushing against my mind.

‘Leave me alone, curse.’ I glanced over at Itadori. He was engrossed in a conversation with Fushiguro.

‘Something wrong?’ Sukuna’s smirk was audible.

‘Didn’t sleep well. Now piss off.’ I crossed my arms over my chest and scanned the crowd.

‘Really? My night was wonderful.’ He snickered as our sensei approached.

“Sorry for the wait. Oh, your uniforms made it in time.” Gojo pointed out even though we wore them at breakfast.

“Yeah, it fits great. Though I noticed it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s. Mine has got a hood.” Itadori went along with Gojo, maybe he thought our teacher didn’t notice it earlier.

“That’s because the uniforms can be customized upon request.” Gojo explained, but Itadori was still confused.

“Huh? But I never put in any requests.” I smirked slightly at Itadori’s ignorance, thankful I texted Gojo about customizing my uniform.

“You’re right, I was the one who put in the custom order.” The other first years couldn’t see it, but Gojo winked at me from behind his blindfold. He was definitely the reason my skirt and jacket came in shorter than I was expecting.

“Huh. Oh, well cool.” It seemed to me that Itadori’s favorite word was ‘huh’ because he never gets tired of using it.

“Be careful, Gojo has a habit of doing that kind of stuff.” Fushiguro warned Itadori, possibly me too, then turned his attention back to our mentor. “So why are we meeting up here in Harajuku?”

“Because that’s what she asked for.” Gojo turned to look around the crowd, searching for our classmate while Itadori went to buy more food. It took a few minutes before Gojo found her and pointed her out to us.

“Wait, she’s the one we have to go and talk to? This is embarrassing.” Itadori remarked, holding up a food item in each hand with a pair of tourist glasses on his face.

“Yeah, so are you.” Fushiguro responded coldly.

“Hey, we’re over here!” Gojo called towards the girl in a Jujutsu Tech uniform similar to mine. While he waved with one hand, the other brushed against mine. I glanced up at him at the same moment he looked down at me. I couldn’t risk Kugisaki seeing me hold his hand and pointing it out.

“Right, I’d like you to meet—” Gojo tried to introduce the last first year, but she interrupted him.

“Nobara Kugisaki. You should be honored boys. I’m your group’s girl.” She sounded so haughty and completely overlooked me.

“I’m Yuji Itadori from Sendai.” Itadori started the introductions, making the new girl look at him first.

“Fushiguro.” She looked at the black haired boy next. I wasn’t surprised he didn’t tell her his given name since it’s so feminine.

“Calliope Davis.” My tone was just as bland as Fushiguro’s and I didn’t smile at her like Itadori did. She was overly self confident to the point of hubris and I wanted to knock her down a peg.

“This is what I have to work with? Great, just my luck.” She groaned after each of us introduced ourselves.

“She took one look and sighed. That can’t be good.” Itadori said to Fushiguro and I dejectedly.

“Are we going somewhere from here?” Fushiguro turned to ask Gojo.

“Well we do have all four of you together, and since three of you are from the countryside, that means we’re going to Tokyo!” Gojo announced, prompting Itadori and Kugisaki to start chanting about how great the city is and arguing about where they want to go.

“Just because I’m American, doesn’t mean I’m from the countryside.” I grumbled quietly enough that only Gojo heard it. He responded by patting me on the back and trying to quiet down the country bumpkins.

“If you quiet down, I’ll announce our destination.” Gojo waited for the two teens to shut up before continuing. They both bowed down before him as if he was the greatest person in the world for showing them around Tokyo. “Roppongi!”

Itadori and Kugisaki continued arguing about where they wanted to go while Fushiguro, Gojo, and I tried to ignore their constant yammering. Gojo walked in front of us, leading us through the city. The four of us followed him with Fushiguro and I directly behind him and the other two behind us. Fushiguro and I weren’t surprised when Gojo led us to an abandoned building leaking cursed energy whereas Itadori and Kugisaki were pissed that this is where we were taken.

“There’s a big cemetery nearby. That, plus an abandoned building, and you’ve got a curse.” Gojo explained why we were standing here rather than going sightseeing.

“So they pop up more often around graves.” Itadori phrased it as a statement, but it should have been a question.

“It’s not the cemetery itself. It’s the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear and uneasiness.” Fushiguro explained.

“Right, it was the same for schools too, wasn’t it?” Itadori asked, as if it was the place not the emotions that determine where curses appear.

“Wait, hold up here. He didn’t even know that yet?” Kugisaki exclaimed.

“Can we go inside and get this over with now?” I asked the silver haired man standing to my right.

“Anxious are we?” Gojo looked down at me with his trademark smirk.

“Bored.” I responded with a small yawn.

“I want to know what the four of you are capable of.” Gojo raised his voice, speaking to all of us, but his gaze was still focused on me. “Just think of this as a kind of field test. Nobara, Yuji, Calliope, you go exorcise the curse inside that building.”

“Hold on. I thought only curses could exorcise curses. I can’t use jujutsu yet.” Itadori raised his hand while he spoke, as if to make sure all attention was on him.

“If you look at it, you’re basically half a curse already. Cursed energy flows through your body. Although, controlling that energy isn’t something you can learn overnight. So you use this.” Gojo handed Itadori a small sword or large butcher knife type weapon and a katana to me. “A weapon imbued with cursed energy. So it’ll work on curses too.”

“Ugh, how lame.” Kugisaki started walking towards the building, standing by the grey garage door while she waited for Itadori and I to join her.

“Oh, one more thing. Don’t let Sukuna out, okay? If you use him, you’ll get rid of all curses in that radius, but everyone nearby will get dragged in.” Gojo instructed Itadori then turned to me, but he spoke quietly so only I heard what he said. “Try to figure out if you can exorcise curses without that.”

“You got it. I won’t let him out.” Itadori agreed vocally while I gave Gojo a small nod of confirmation.

“Would you hurry it up?” Kugisaki yelled back at us while I put on the belt connected to the katana’s sheath.

“All right, all right!” Itadori and I yelled back at her and jogged over to the door.

Next Chapter

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somethingyoirelated · 4 years

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#yoi #yuri on ice #victuuri #lemons #yuuri katsuki #katsuki yuri #victor nikiforov #viktor nikiforov #somethingyoirelated #morrindah #looks like they're enjoying themselves

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secretaryunpaid · 4 years

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Chapter 2. TNA- THE LUNCH MEETING

Characters : property of Pixelberry (Choices - The Nanny Affair) I do not own the characters depicted. I am borrowing for the sake of entertainment. TY PB!

⚠️ WARNING !!! : EXPLICIT !!!!!!!!!!!!! Readers BEWARE ... Very mature sexual content and strong language GUARANTEED 🥵

Word Count:1030

The Lunch Date....

While Sam was busy prepping for the Dalton family meeting to discuss next steps to salvage reputation and investments for the newly formed Dalton-Russo Enterprise, you decide to take the boys to a local shopping district. Since Carter had driven you and the boys, you asked if he would mind watching the boys for a short while so that you could pick up your special order. After picking up things to occupy the boys for a bit, and projects the family could do together, you dropped the boys off with Carter, letting him know that you would not be long.

Thinking ahead, you placed an online order for pickup in anticipation of your lunch date with Sam. You enter the boutique and decide to browse a bit before asking the clerk to retrieve your order. The shops in Milan had the most delicate fabrics you had ever felt. You couldn’t wait to try your selection on and sashay around for your hungry lover. As you walked further inward, the clerk noticed you and approached with a smile. “Buon pomeriggo!” ... taking out your translator device, you quickly replied “Parlo solo inglese”... She smiled and nodded softly. “Good afternoon. May I assist you?” With a sigh of relief, you explained your online order and she went to retrieve it.

As you wait, you notice a corner display closer to the fitting rooms. You decide to add a few more items to your selection: a lace crop, a satin pleasure whip, an Obey Me blindfold, an Adam & Eve Spreader Bar, and a silicone lip gag. After placing your new items in a basket to take to the counter, the clerk returned. She had already sized up your frame with just a glance and selected a few items from the new shipment arrival. She explained that model-designer Emma Moore had just released new lingerie for her Bella Chic line. She also provided you with a card for a 30 minute boudoir shoot with the esteemed Marco di Vincenzo as he was now accepting freelance opportunities. Today was your lucky day, as it was included free with a black card purchase. Loving every piece the clerk selected, you accept them all and complete your purchase leaving the appropriate tip. Eager to get back to the twins, you speed walk to the car, placing your purchases in the trunk.

On the drive home, you ask Mason & Mickey what they knew about Aunt Sofia’s sleepovers and such. You remember Mickey mentioning this at the airport when explaining how Sam left Sofia at the alter. Mickey and Mason start to talk about the ride home from the picnic. Mickey began to explain...“Remember Dahlia, you stayed to help dad clean up. Well when Uncle Robin and Aunt Sofia went home with us, they were talking about how fun their sleepovers used to be when they were growing up... And how much more fun they are now that they are older.” They didn’t think we were paying attention, but Mickey and I were recording a video of the prisms as they changed shapes through the sunroof. Dahlia, did you know that if there are two reflections within a drop of water, you get a second rainbow above the primary rainbow arc?”

📱Incoming Text Thread:

Sam: Hi love, I think I may have a handle on how to fix this PR nightmare. 🤦🏾 when will you be back I need you 💆🏾?

Dahlia: how about some proper FaceTime when I get back. My 🍑💦on your 👅 while I slowly tease your 🍆... good idea or no? You know ... my favorite two-digit#...

Sam: Babe, you’re killing me. Don’t be such a tease.

Dahlia: Teasing aside, I already need a fresh thong just imagining you there 🤤😉... so what do you say Dalton? Is this a cohesive merger?

Sam: Fuck babe, tell Carter to rush. Hell, put the flashers on if you need to. I need to make you cum right fucking now!

Dahlia: Will you give me a proper bath after? Can’t have me all over you when you meet the ‘rents.

Sam: Get here in the next 15 and anything you ask is yours. Hurry home to me love.

End thread

“Dahlia, did you hear me?” Mason asks. Yes, hun. “Did you know prisms also”... as you’re finishing the fun fact, Carter pulls into the drive. He comes to open the door for you, and proceeds to retrieve your bags from the trunk. “Thank you Carter, you’re a Godsend. I can grab my bags, but would you escort the boys inside? I told them that they could try their new VR game once we got back. I just don’t want them to wander off, we know their curiosity.” Sure thing, Ms. Schuyler. “I’ll be right behind you” you say with a smile.

Once inside, you check to make sure the boys are settled with snacks, and double check to make sure the surround sound is connected for maximum effect of course. You then hurry to Sam. As you enter the bedroom, Sam checks his watch. “Need me that badly, huh? How fast did Carter speed?” Placing your bags on the corner of the sofa, you answer “you never asked how close we were” with a wink. “I believe I made it with time to spare, work pause as of this moment Mr. Dalton. You have just a few moments until our ‘lunch meeting’ begins. One sec while I go freshen up. And no peeking through my bags.”

You re-enter the room, wearing only a white intricately laced teddy, a G-string and satin heels. You hold cards in each hand - of which you ask Sam to choose two. Intrigued, he does as instructed with a smirk and look of piercing desire. When he shows his cards, you see the words ‘top’ and ‘sofa’. After reading the cards you smile deviously.

… continued (part 2)

#@lifeaskim

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