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erikatsu · 3 months
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okay, i had my laughs last night but i feel like this needs to be said because im still a bit irate and this is serious. rant about plagiarism under the cut.
if you are going to accuse someone of plagiarism, you need to be 100% sure they actually did it. you need to have your proof ready before you even say a word. as someone who has had 4 different blogs + 29483929 urls, i have reposted some of my own works at least twice.
receiving a comment asking people to report my work as stolen nearly sent me into an anxiety attack my mind was thinking, “i wrote this fic a year ago and bc im just now reposting it, im going to be the one who gets the hit for plagiarism… not on my watch. i’ll call them out before they do it to me.” so i scoured ao3 for any trace of this fic and found nothing besides a toji fic with the same title but different premise, because the comment was made that it was originally on ao3. so i figured “what are the odds this ao3 poster has a tumblr” and went to the accusers blog. low and behold– and only after two minutes of scrolling– i find they had reblogged it when i had posted it on this account for literally an hour. i don’t even rmr why i posted and priv’d it that quickly but i did.
i originally posted this fic on. april 24th 2022 on my blog first nsfw blog, touyaphoria. reposted here when i was tumblr user bladiez, for a split second on august 1st 2023 (which i forgot until i saw their rb). i reposted and left for good on the 8th of this month on my now writing blog tomuras. it was stated in the final repost that it was a repost (i have since changed the note to specify which blogs it was posted on beforehand). and it would’ve taken them less time to realize both fics were posted by the same person had they scrolled their own blog instead of me figuring it out myself. it could have been totally avoided.
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now, i do appreciate someone looking out for my work like that, i really do. but on the other hand it felt so shitty to be somewhat publicly accused of something that i didn’t even do. and it felt even shittier that i received no apology for it. i didn’t even send them the pictures i posted here as proof, i sent them proof straight from google docs + my initial idea being discussed with a friend of mine and that seemed to be enough because they never responded and they never made a callout post like they said they would. the usual tumblr drama and discourse i can let roll off my shoulders. but an allegation like that is heavy and not just on tumblr. if an actual published author was accused of plagiarism the backlash would be outrageous and have extreme consequences.
tdlr: please heed the notes on posts, not just warnings. do your research before falsely accusing someone. or, if you can be bold enough to accuse someone, at least have the decency to apologize for it if you are wrong.
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iron-niffler · 11 months
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fuck calculus :)
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thewholeguacamole · 9 months
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Sorry for the spam.
Feeling Things.
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s0fter-sin · 9 months
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i’ve tried so many energy drinks in the last week and i did not expect monster to be the one that tastes best
#all the others had that gross im an energy drink after taste to them but the monster was just straight up good#none of them have done jack shit for my fatigue but that doesnt exactly surprise me#i had four days in a row where i was awake for over 24 hours#one where i was up for 33#theyre just getting more and more frequent and since my hearts been up the shit recently they reckon i need to go back to the doctors#i needed to anyway for scripts and cause its been so long since my last in person appointment#i just know it wont be the last one and since im thinking of switchig up my meds he might make me go see my cardio again an i cant be fucked#i havent seen him since before covid and hes moved since then so i bet hell want an in person too#im not driving three hours for an ‘oh at least youre looking happier’ and a new script he couldve just emailed me#ive doubled the dosage of my meds which i know isnt smart but i wanted to do something in the meantime#i dont know if hell want me to increase or switch up altogether#but these were the first meds i ever responded to#ive got through like six others and they all did jack shit#no benefits no side effects nothing#and i remember how bad i felt before i was put on these and i cant be bothered feeling like that again waiting to see if something new works#and yeah these never really worked right but at least they worked enough#as long as i dont have to do an in person with my cardio ill deal#i just doubt ill be that lucky#spoonie#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt
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doodlerh · 10 months
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ok pretend u didn't see that
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mean-gemini · 1 year
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Ok I’m deleting fr this is literally like the only app on my phone and I still manage to waste so much time . Like I’ve just been laying here looking at pointless shit for like literally 4 hours . Goodbye if u ever see my posting again pls come to my house and beat my ass
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sirpepperston · 1 year
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I forgot to mention this: I went in to the studio to get my piercing at 5:52. the piercer was ready to pierce me at 5:58. I got back in the car after paying for the piercing at 6:06. it takes longer to get fast food in america than it took for me to get a needle through my face.
#they were all super nice tho! the piercer recognized me from the one time i went to her on a random thursday last year#she said it was bc i had green hair at the time and i was like oh im dyeing my hair tomorrow!#so i told her my plan for how i want it to look and she thought it was super cool#she knew what dye i was talking about too. manic panic cattail. she described it as cherry coke colored and shes so right#to me. in the jar at least. it looks like fresh blood. like the deep dark freshest of fresh blood#its so fucking cool im about to look so fucking cool#but yeah and then she mapped the piercing out. i thought i was gonna need to adjust it just bc i had a specific place that i wanted it#and she drew it on perfectly. like absolutely no complaints#and she knows me and knows i have a lot of piercings(i have now officially been pierced 17 times) so she didnt give me any time to mentally#prepare. and then boy howdy the piercing itself was quick and i thank her for that because it was absolutely painful#i had not read that this was so fucking painful when you havent had your lip pierced before#upper lip meat is much thicker than nose or ear cartilage. i didnt think about this once during the four years that ive wanted to get this#yowie. tom and jerry scream even. it hurt.#but i got thru it no dizziness or lightheadedness which was not something i could say last time bc i got pierced twice in the same session#and i had just come off an 8 hour shift working the ulta salesfloor and hadnt eaten much#but anyways. they were very nice and very efficient. i love that sickos like me can permanently alter our appearance in 15 minutes#we should do piercing speedruns. any% walk-in vch piercing would go so hard
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lunar-fey · 2 years
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starting to wonder if like. i pissed of a god of sleep or something . my sanity meter is at about -25 on a scale of 0-100 and i am heavily considering ritual sacrifice
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arthur-r · 2 years
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okay hi it’s been 24 hours since surgery so i think the anesthesia is officially all gone, hi everybody i don’t have a tumor anymore which is the best thing that’s happened to me in like a month. and i’m not supposed to go out and work or anything for 3 to 5 days which means i’m basically just hanging out
#yesterday was terrifying oh my friggin god i had an iv and everything and doctors treating me like a little kid#and i’m pretty sure the anesthesia was in the thing they gave me to breathe even though they said it was gonna be in the iv because it didnt#start working until i breathed it in which means the doctors lied and i don’t like it when doctors lie and it felt like my heart was stopped#but i guess it started back up after i fell asleep but it was terrifying while it lasted but that was just a couple seconds#and then i spilled my guts to the nurse after and i’m just really hoping it doesn’t cause me troubles someday cause i’m not sure what i said#except for the stuff that i wrote down right after which included something about getting married which i don’t think i want to do i just#have been watching a lot of married at first sight with my mom and i’ll blame it on that#and also apparently i kept asking her if her job is good and suggesting i should do her job because it seemed super fun#which. anesthetic nurse?? clearly not for me if i have any of my wits about me at all#anyway i’m back now and probably good but still not allowed to drive and stuff so sorry if i end up being ridiculous again#but yeah hi good morning my parents have not been leaving each other alone it’s been at least an hour of shouting per day the past#three or four consecutive days at least. i think more than that cause there have been really early mornings consistently that wake me up#so i’ve just been trying to power through that and it gets extra hard when i hadn’t had surgery yet and always thinking about it#although now i had my surgery yet and i’m just thinking about medical bills and how the guy called it unusual and now that he removed the#tumor he’s sending it to the lab to be investigated and what if it wasn’t benign or what if it’s gonna be chronic or what if so many things#and so it’s not really done hanging over my head. especially with this zig zag scar that might never leave#in other news my mom took me thrifting on thursday to make up for being heading into surgery and i got some red corduroy pants#which are similar to my orange red jeans except for they aren’t tiny and hard to feel good about my weight in#which is nothing about actual weight because at this point i am so comfortable with any type of weight for myself and of course others#it’s just that self consciousness is stored in wearing too tight clothes and knowing everyone around you thinks you look ridiculous#anyway just bought red pants that fit me better than my other ones ever had. and now i can maybe sell some of my blue jeans i can’t do those#i only wear grey and red and tan jeans and my one pair of yellow joggers no matter how hard i try i can’t deal with the blue ones#so having another pair of red stuff will do really well for me i think. but now i’m hyper focusing on those jeans to stop thinking about the#other stuff going on in my life. and i’m sorry shdhdf the point is i’m here now and probably good as far as cognizance goes#i feel like if i’m able to think of the word cognizance off the top of my head i must be good. so yeah hi!!!!#it’s good to be here. i’m sure i’ll delete this later. ask me to tag this there’s so much stuff going on in it cause i’m just talking#hospital tw#surgery tw#weight discussion
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xxlelaxx · 5 months
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I feel like the worst mom ever and I've only been at this for a day.
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im just so fucking done
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yunymphs · 3 months
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𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✘ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
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❤︎ synopsis: your arranged husband’s idea of making things up to you is taking you to bed. ❤︎ contents: MDNI. arranged husband! satoru, fem!reader, heavy arguing, satoru’s an asshole, heartbreak, porn with a plot, somewhat heavy angst to smut, oral (f. receiving), dom/sub dynamics, fingering, cum eating, body worship, pet names, praise, aftercare, etc ❤︎ wc: 3.5K ❤︎ authors note: hai dis is the first time ive ever written smut or high intense arguing scenes pls be nice dankuuu ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა tagging: specifically, @staryukis ! @elusivemoon @luv-gin @maeby-cursed @driaswrld @thomae @starrfacee @forest-hashira & so much love to my followers n mutuals , i treasure u all so close to my heart
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"maybe if you just fucking let me talk!" you yell at your arranged husband, stumbling into the front door. your silk dress gapes in front as you lean forward to bunch the fabric. your feet feel like needles, heels pinching the side of your toes with every step.
"like you of all people could've done that any better." said husband scoffs, following you in the door and immediately dragging a heavy hand across his tie to loosen the fabric choking him up.
his neck has felt like it had been suffocating all evening. through his sips of dry champagne that made his throat ache and the fake smiles he's had to flash the cameras tonight on top of, now, his arranged wife scolding him for a misinput during a speech in front of a thousand people.
gojo tried terribly to indulge himself in the champagne in an attempt to block you out the entire night, and he figures that his bubbly notes of crisp apple and pear taste better than your snarky attitude.
needless to say, he was exhausted and needed nothing more than to forget the outline of your face and flop himself into bed.
he’s surprised when you keep talking.
"i could've done it better, actually!" you retort, turning back at him just for a moment to give him your hardest glare.
gojo mockingly puts his hands up on either side, as if to say you got me.
he makes a stupid face.
you make one right back at him.
he sighs before turning, and you immediately clock him.
"and, where the hell are you going?" you ask, and gojo shrugs, not sparing you a glance.
"wherever the hell i can to get away from you."
"well, i'm not done with you!" you scoff, reaching up to grab his shoulder, "i-i've tried nothing but to be the best wife for you!— you’re walking away? how about, i’m sorry for being a shitty person?”
gojo turns to you, eyes piercing with rage, "we aren't even together! why do care if i walk away?!" he yells, hitting you right where it hurts.
"you don't like me and i sure as hell don't like you, so why do you care?!" he stares down at you, his voice booming, "tell me!"
god, and the worst part is, he knows it's wrong.
"tell me!”
he knew his words hit the minute your eyes softened, and tears trickled at the corner of your lashes.
a beat of silence.
"all i wanted was for you to let me have the microphone for a second— or you could’ve at least mentioned me!" you begin, trying to steady your voice.
"and you couldn't do that because you have this little reputation in your head that tells you that you can't look bad in front of the press? and what about the script we practiced?"
"oh, don't give me that. if anyone knows that, it should be you—"
"i’m your wife!" your voice raises, "whether you like it or not. why is it so hard for you to get that?"
"why is it so hard for you to care about me...?" you ask, heart aching with the drowning feeling of incompetence.
“do you really hate me that much…?" you whisper.
it suddenly feels like any progress previously made between the two of you dissipated in the solid four hour event.
"i thought things could've been different. i kinda liked you..." you murmur, the feisty tone completely dissolving into hurt.
you hated the idea of really falling in love or trying to make things work for the business.
was it nothing more than a fantasy?
gojo has always lived between two worlds: expectation and reality. he carves himself into a pedestal in the stone of the ground and deems himself untouchable. gojo remembers the times he put on a face for his business, when he tripped over his own two feet trying to make up for being handed the crown. chaos ensues, running a business alone feels like fighting two battles while his own sword is pointed at him too. he's always persevered and done everything for the company.
to be or not to be is the biggest question, but since when did he care about chasing after a dream that wasn't even his to begin with? 12,445 days of his life spent on trying to be nothing more than the most perfect successor. his silence is deafening, and he's trying to choose between his legacy and the woman who twists his heart in her very hands.
guilt nips at his soul, pinching it in different directions until his own morals snap against themselves like a rubber band.
you take his silence as an answer, quietly pivoting your heel from the conversation and him.
gojo moves immediately after.
he chooses.
"wait."
you freeze.
"i'm sorry." he whispers.
your heart tugs at his tone, and those two little words that mean everything.
gojo swore to never use those words again. his father always told him it meant vulnerability, and it tastes so unfamiliar on his tongue he thinks he almost forgot how to even pronounce the damn word.
your silence indicates it's not enough, so he keeps going.
"i'm sorry that i…” he swallows hard.
“i’m sorry that didn't let you speak while we were at the event. i just wanted things to be perfect," your arranged husband explains. "even if it was at the expense of you. i was an asshole.”
you turn to face him, and his heart aches in his chest when he realizes your tears fell. glossy cheeks glimmer in the dim foyer light. you’re even more shocked to hear his words and his apology.
"i know you want to be perfect," you sigh, "i just wish you considered... me."
gojo nods, his eyes hinting at a sense of eagerness and dependability that he can't verbally express. his heart warps inside of him.
why does it hurt him to see you cry?
“can i hug you?” he asks, his hands stiffly by his side as he teeters on both feet. gojo’s always known that hugs are supposed to make people feel better, right?
the second you open your arms, he forces a step forward and suddenly wraps his arms around you. there aren't any cameras around; he's hugging you simply because he cares about you. gojo's arms tighten around your shoulders, bringing your chest so close to his heart that it makes your shoulder blades ache.
it's a good pain.
it's quiet as he holds you, his nose pressed against your forehead as he takes you in. when you relax in his arms, gojo finally releases a breath he didn't know he was holding.
the two of you are so close and it makes him… nervous.
"i'm sorry" he sighs softly, mumbling against the warm shell of your ear. "can you forgive me...?"
he pulls back just to meet your eyes, searching for any hint of hope in your eyes. anything that could possibly tell him that you understand him.
you sigh quietly, "just don’t do it again, okay?”
“i won’t. i promise.”
“i'm not good with my words either. i can't talk at all sometimes." you laugh softly, understanding his struggle.
his glances to your lips.
they look so inviting in the warm foyer light.
"then don’t talk," he whispers, gently taking your face in his hands. his soft lips finally meet your own.
gojo kisses you like he's afraid you'll break if he isn't gentle. his nose prods yours, his lips moving against your mouth to create a harmony made of warmth and passion. he tastes warm and familiar, and for a minute, he forgets that you're the enemy.
he’s not kissing his arranged wife.
he’s kissing the woman he loves.
"gojo—" you gently pull away from him, "we can't do this."
"why not?" he asks.
"the two of us could seriously get in trouble!” you whisper yell, as if there are other people in the empty room, "what's gotten into you…? are you trying to ruin both of our careers?"
"i don't care!" he replies frantically, though he lowers his voice to keep it from getting out of control. "i don't care if i get in trouble. i don't care about anything except you and me, right now... please.”
he gently takes your hand, gently slipping his fingers between the cracks of where your fingers meet your palm. you can't deny you feel the spark between the two of you, it crackles to life and burns bright.
you know he feels it too.
when you shake your head, he continues.
"why can't we do those things? we're married, aren't we?" gojo prods, tilting his head to meet your eyes.
he's so close to having everything and nothing at the same time, and it scares him.
"gojo..." you sigh, head and heart at war.
"i hate when you do that."
"do what?"
"call me gojo," he frowns. "that's what business people call me. not... not you though, please."
your eyes widen, and he presses his forehead against yours, as if he's pleading. gojo feels you exhale before your shoulders relax, his thumb gently drawing a circle on your lower back in an attempt to win you over. it’s working, and you hate it.
"what happens after this?" you whisper, a glimmer of fear laced in your words.
"we'll figure it out." gojo reassures you.
"will you regret this— regret me?" you gaze up at him. your fear is met with his gentle nose nuzzling into your cheek.
"the only thing i'll regret is not choosing you earlier," he mumbles, lips pressed to your forehead. "i'm such an asshole."
"you are," you laugh.
"yeah, well, let me be a classy asshole at least and take you to bed and make it up to you." he tuts playfully, leaning down to kiss you again.
gojo groans when your tongue meets his,, his lower half suddenly feeling hot as you're eagerly trying to reach his lips. he can't deny his feelings anymore. hell, he's been holding them back for too long. all former boundaries and rules made between the two of you are being broken tonight.
"jump," he mumbles against your mouth, holding you by the thighs as he picks you up with ease.
your lips work against his, eager to taste every corner and crease of his mouth. he tastes warm, the faint undertones of champagne still littered on his tongue. his movements are gentle, increasingly getting sloppy as his feet try to remember where the hell your bedroom is.
just having you this close is making him lose his goddamn mind.
gojo stumbles up the stairs and into the master bedroom. he curses under his breath when his foot hits the door, earning a giggle from the deity whose arms rest on his shoulders. he hastily puts you down on the mattress before pecking your lips one more time.
you look absolutely beautiful, lips full and swollen from his constant ministrations.
"jesus," he whispers once he gets the gut to pull away. his body towers over yours as you gaze up at him, anticipating his next move.
gojo gently takes your ankle in his hand, lifting it and placing the sole of your sleek heel on his clothed crotch. even through the thin fabric of his dress pants, you can feel his hard on. the silk fabric slips down your lifted leg, sliding down to the plush of your thigh. you mewl quietly in response, face feeling warmer than ever after feeling so exposed.
"do you see what you're doing to me?" he whispers, entirely breathless as his eyes meet your face.
"satoru—"
"oh, don't look away now, princess." gojo chuckles, grabbing your chin while taking a clear look at your face, "you did this.”
"y-you're so mean." you whine, his teasing feels like salt on the wound. the kiss he presses a butterfly kiss to your cheek to serve as the temporary bandage for your bubbling sexual anguish.
"i know, i know." he hums, taunting you further, "i'm so mean, aren't i? i’ll make it up to you, sweetheart."
to his surprise, you nod shyly.
gojo leans forward, kissing the tip of your nose to thank you. he moves down, trying to memorize the curve of your elegant neck and silk fabric that separates him from his gift from the gods: you.
he kisses the soft shell of your ear, lips traveling down the column of your neck. gojo doesn't mind providing, but the second he feels your hand trail up the spike of his undercut before gripping the fluff above— he's surprised he doesn't cum his pants right then and there like a teenager. he groans against your neck, the sound resonating like a grumbling volcano about to erupt.
"you're killing me," he groans, his hands gripping the fabric of your dress. "can i take this off?"
you nod, gasping when he haphazardly bunches the dress at your waist before it slips over your head. gojo tosses it behind his back carelessly, and you laugh, grabbing his shoulders.
"satoru! that dress was a gift from your parents!" you squeal, and he chuckles.
he drags his pink lips against the lace shell of your bra adorning your left boob.
he’s going to be the death of you.
"i should've known. you looked too damn good in it," is all your husband mumbles before continuing down the curve of your upper chest and descending towards where your tummy ends and the line of your panties begin.
gojo feels his breath hitch, settling between your thighs. if heaven was a place, he's sure it would be here. he places a gentle kiss on the soaked center of your panties, heavy hands gripping the flesh of your thighs to keep you in place. you're so responsive to every little touch, and he's eager to explore the canvas of your body with the brush of his fingers.
"satoru—" you gasp, watching your panties end up tossed carelessly on the carpet as well, cold air immediately hitting your sensitive lower half.
he presses his lips on the pearl of your clit, eliciting a sigh from the angel laying in front of him. your husband dips his head, taking a taste of heaven all for himself with a hesitant kitten lick. you're warm on his tongue, and the way your back arches in pleasure makes his head spin. gojo feels himself losing his senses, overwhelmed by your presence.
he’s going to love you here, right here.
with his suit on still.
"s-satoru—!! wait–!..." you whine, hands going down to grip the softness of his hair in an attempt to distract you from the growing wetness of your cunt.
“shh, i got you.” your husband purrs against your inner thigh, lips attaching themselves to where you need him most. your back immediately arches in response. you feel him snicker against your cunt, and you’re close to slapping that smirk off of his face.
gojo shifts, grunting before lifting your hips. he grumbles, putting your legs over his shoulders and holding your thighs in place. your shimmering red heel dangles off of your foot, and your husband is almost sure he can cum his pants at the sight of the moonlight catching the color of scarlet leather.
he’s determined to give you everything.
"think i wanna take my time with you," he mumbles against your warmth, "is that alright, pretty girl?"
you're too far gone to refuse, replying with a trembling nod.
“‘s o-okay…” you pant, capturing the plump of your lip between your teeth, biting down as hard as you can to distract you from the soft, pink tongue bullying itself against your wetness.
he's enamored by the sight of your puffy, soft folds and the sensitive contractions of your clit. your husband hums against your labia, his warm fingers gently separating the sticky folds before he continues kissing and sucking against your pussy.
“mph—... can’t believe you were hidin’ this from me the whole time.” the white haired man chuckles.
"s-satoru...! hah—! please..." you wail, trying to shake off the iron grip of his arms holding you down in place, "f-fuck, 'sgood... so, so good..."
your chest heaves with every heavy breath, and your body relaxes the moment he finally relents. your husband presses an adoring kiss to your lower tummy. the orgasm was enough for your mind to convince itself that the man in front of you was your real husband.
hell, he was eating you out like you were his real wife.
“‘m close,” you pant, and he chuckles, a large finger prodding your entrance. gojo slips two heavy fingers into your pussy, chuckling when your insides clench around his digits, a heavy thumb meanly pressing into your needy clit.
it didn't take much more until you're toppling over the edge, crying out and trying to push away his eager lips— it’s no use, gojo’s desperate mouth attached itself to your pussy like a man gone mad.
you came early, and gojo prides himself on that.
“w-wait—!” you swallow hard when he continues scissoring his fingers into you, your legs trembling in a way that feels so pathetic.
it's unusual for someone as sure as yourself.
your body buzzes with electricity before finally you come down, chest heaving with every breath as he finally draws his fingers from your cunt.
gojo drags his fingers out slow, focusing on letting you feel every ridge of his knuckles and smooth of his fingernails.
you quiver, mewling quietly. you watch him wipe his glossy bottom lip with the fingers soaked in your milky essence.
he shamelessly reaches for your face, smearing the sticky substance against your lip. when you take his thumb into your warm mouth, he groans.
“dirty girl.”
gojo pushes himself up, his lips catching yours in a kiss once more. he sighs against your mouth, pushing you further into the mattress with every aching kiss. his lips taste tangy and sweet. his head rests against your forehead.
he’s pretty like this, lips puffy and flushed from his sloppy giving. his hair tickles your forehead, and he’s barely holding himself together.
the man exhales.
after a quiet moment, you’re afraid he’s already distancing. before you can question if things could ever possibly work between the two of you, his velvet voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
“are you okay?” your husband asks, meeting your eyes with his own— eyes that reflect the shoreline. gentle waves of memories and experiences in the shade icicle.
you nod, sighing softly as your legs find themselves nestling into the bedsheets. your body feels entirely relaxed from the entire experience.
you laugh when you feel your husband’s weight— he lays on you like a cat.
“satoru, you’re heavy.” you whine, earning a playful pinch on your behind.
you pat his back and shift, letting him rest his head on your chest while he delivers gentle kisses to your neck.
gojo catches a glimpse of the expensive dress laying on the floor, wrinkled fabric falling into itself. he laughs and remembers how desperate he had been to get it off of you.
your eyes flicker from the dress, back to your husband.
“imagine if your parents saw that dress on the floor.” you chuckle, running a lazy hand through his tufts of white hair.
“they’d kill me.” he grins against your skin. “good thing i don’t care about those types of things.”
your cheeks flush, and you're shocked at how a little bit of tension got you this close to him.
"you get on my nerves, you know that?" you tease.
“you weren’t saying that about five minutes ago.”
“asshole.”
“you love it.”
when you don’t respond with your own snarky comment, gojo knows he’s won you over— tonight at least. you’re too focused on quieting the hammering of your heart in your chest to acknowledge him. his hand trails from your breasts down your waist before resting on your hip affectionately. his hand fits perfectly in the space where your hip bone belongs.
you look lovely, perched on the pillows with bed sheets scattered around your frame like you fell out of a renaissance painting right into this timeline with him. gojo chuckles, leaning up to peck your cheek.
“how about a bath?” your husband sits up.
“yeah. you need one, stinky.”
“not for me. for you, idiot.”
you watch the man in front of you kick his legs off the side of the mattress, standing confidently. he slips his black, suit jacket off, clicking at his expensive watch and removing it without a care. his white button up displays his broad shoulders clearly, and for a minute you shamelessly drink him in.
“gonna run the bath for you, princess. do you need anything else?” your husband turns.
you shake your head.
things feel uncertain. what does this make the two of you? how does this change the current relationship? everything seems to hit you all at once. it's not normal to have relations with your arranged partner.
bath water runs and you lean against the headboard.
you try to forget how soft his lips felt against your own.
i’ll stand by him a bit longer, you think.
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yawnderu · 4 months
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K-9 — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Chapter IV
Sick as a dog, and just as vicious.
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What's a Lieutenant if not someone you can use as a stress reliever
Or
Being a gifted medic comes with free rewards
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You weren't the only one catching up on some sleep. Simon was awake throughout Johnny's entire surgery despite having slept four hours the previous night, wanting to be available in case you needed his help, finally getting some much-needed rest after being practically forced by Price.
He wakes up six hours later, a small groan escaping his lips at the light entering his window. His burly arm comes up to cover his eyes, shielding them from the bright sun.
''Fuckin' hell.'' He muttered, getting up from bed and putting on a black balaclava. Shit went down yesterday, with Johnny almost dying, and Makarov is now free, able to continue killing civilians until they're finally able to catch him. At the very least, his best friend is alive and stable last time he visited.
Simon leaves his room, walking to the cafeteria to get a bottle of cold water and a few granola bars before heading to your quarters, knocking on the door softly in case you're asleep. No reply. He knows better, but... what if something happened to you? He uses the pathetic excuse to justify his actions, hand turning the doorknob carefully before stepping inside, footsteps surprisingly quiet for someone his size.
What a fucking sight. He stared at your sleeping figure for a while, taking in the details of your face when it wasn't pulled into a scowl or a bored expression, a small smile tugging on his lips at how peaceful you look before he realized how creepy he was being. He shook his head softly as if to snap out of it, putting the water bottle and granola bars before turning away to try and leave.
Try, because a much smaller hand wrapped around his wrist, almost making him flinch because of how sudden it was. He looks down at you only to find your eyes boring into his, tugging him closer by the wrist. A confused Simon followed like a lost dog before his feet rooted on the ground in front of your bed, giving you a questioning look with his eyes.
''Come lay with me.'' Your voice is much gentler than usual, laced with something he can't quite recognize yet. Simon knows better, really he does, but who is he to question the medic he's been pining on for months? He hesitantly removes his boots and climbs into bed with you, keeping a respectful distance despite his behemoth frame taking over half of the bed. His muscles tense up when he feels you cuddling up to him, being a painfully fitting piece against his body.
''What are you on bout, doc?'' You don't reply, simply examining his eyes for any hints of hesitation. You find nervousness, curiosity, doubt, and even the smallest hints of fear, but no hesitation at all. Your hand sneaks up to the bottom of his balaclava, pulling it all the way off before your lips crash into his hungrily. It takes him a few seconds of pure confusion before he kisses back, arms wrapped around your waist, and whatever questions he has on why you're doing this all of sudden pushed to the back of his mind.
Your hands grab at anything they can reach— muscle, skin, hair... anything, holding onto his much bigger body like a lifeline, his warm hands running up and down your back. He has fantasized about this moment so many times, yet the real thing is so different in a good way.
''Tell me I can touch you, bird.'' You simply nod your head and try to go back to kissing him, but he pulls away, gently squeezing your waist to make you look at him.
''Use your words.'' His words are almost pleading, wanting to make sure you want the same thing.
''I want you to touch me, Simon.'' Not a second passes before his lips are back on yours, tongues wrapping around each other's as his hands start to drift down, grabbing a handful of your ass. His touch is so desperate it almost makes you laugh, one of your hands sneaking down his shirt and feeling him up, defined muscles flexing under your touch. His slightly shaky hands fumble with the button of your jeans, breaking away from the kiss just to look at you and make sure you still want it. The half-lidded look you give him is enough confirmation, pulling down your jeans and getting on his knees, between your legs.
"Been wanting to do this since I saw ya." He confesses, too excited for his fantasies finally coming true to even feel remotely bashful about his words. He lifts up your shirt enough to reveal your tummy, gentle kisses planted on every single inch of skin his lips can reach as he slowly descends, planting open mouthed kisses over your clothed cunt.
"Fuck—" Your back arches at the feeling, eyes screwed shut as your hand goes to the back of his head, pushing him closer. His tongue is warm and wet, saliva mixing in with your growing arousal. He pushes your panties to the side, looking down at your gleaming pussy before digging in, tongue lapping the wetness before he latches onto your cunt, sucking and licking away like a starved man.
"You taste s'fucking good." He praises before going back down, the flat of his tongue moving around your cunt before slowly going inside, your whiny moans and hands gripping his short hair are all the encouragement he needs. He latches onto your clit next, long fingers teasing the entrance of your cunt, spreading your arousal all over them before he slowly enters you with one.
His fingers are thick and long, whiny moans escaping your lips as he adds a second one, making scissoring motions as he fucks his fingers deeper and deeper into you, tongue alternating between licking and sucking on your clit before hesitantly letting go.
"Sit on my face." It's not even a request, it sounds like a plea, though you quickly listen to his words for the first time ever, cunt hovering above his face as soon as he lays back down. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing the plush and pulling your body down to his face, eating you out like a starved man. His hands let go of your ass to unbuckle his belt, barely having the strength to pull his hard cock out of his jeans, eyes closing as he focused on the dual sensation of pleasuring you with his mouth and pleasuring himself with his hand, pre staining his fingers as his hand moves up and down his shaft faster.
"Fuck— Just like that, Si." Si. You never call him anything other than Simon. Sometimes Ghost, when you're needed during missions and hang around them in the helos, but the way you say his name... so much affection, even if it only comes from making you feel good. He's pathetic— God, he knows he's being pathetic, cock twitching in his hand at the idea of you reciprocating his complex and strange feelings for you, ropes of thick cum shooting out into his hand and stomach, a low growl coming out of his lips as he squeezed his cock dry of cum.
He focuses solely on you now, tongue swirling and flickering all over you, his clean hand coming up to rub your clit with his thumb while he assaults your dripping wet cunt with his lips and tongue. Your hands go down to his head, fingers pulling on his short hair while you use his face to feel good, getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Si, I'm gonna cum—" But he doesn't stop. Hell, his thumb moves even faster over your sensitive bud, tongue-fucking your pussy as deep as he can until he can feel your body shaking on top of him, thighs closing in on his head and squeezing as the intensity of your orgasm washes over you, his waiting mouth taking in all your juices, lapping at them greedily until you pull away from the stimulation, shaky legs managing to position yourself next to him, head against his chest.
"You hear that? Price is calling you." You lie, unable to contain the smirk on your lips as he flicks your nose.
"Piss off, doc." His burly arms wrap around you, a loud groan of protest escaping your lips when you realize you're forced to cuddle with him.
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kawaiianimeredhead · 2 years
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I'm sorry but the expectation that I should or even need to Call a mechanic to check on my car? Horrible
Why must I call them to ask when I was told that I will be contacted with updates. Why can I not simply do that
Why must everyone ask/pressure me to call and ask? What is the point? I just get told a small update and/or a comment about how I will be called when there's an update??
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scaraaamouche · 2 months
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trios dont work. // satosugu x reader (business AU)
test to see how people like this idea
✦ Pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x afab!reader (she/her)
✦ Summary: trios dont work, and nine years later consequences hit
✦ Warnings: alcoholism, mention of death (mamagumi), passing out due to alcohol consumption, abandonment, clubs dunno what else lmk
✦ A/n: this so far isnt done yet, ive been writing a mucchhhh longer version since october, but i wanna see if you guys like this idea so lmk in the comments if yall want more so i can post the whole thing
✦ Wordcount: 2905
✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.
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nine years. It had been nine years. 
The first year felt unrealistic. It was strange. going from being side by side with each other almost 24/7 to no contact at all. [Name] didn’t know what she did wrong, just that one day Satoru and Suguru decided they didn’t want her in their life anymore.
She remembered everything of their last day together, every once in a while it would suddenly pop back up into her head, but in that first year, it replayed again and again; every day.
“Suguru!” [Name] had called out to one of the two teenage boys as she caught up to them “hi!” 
Suguru flung his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into his side as she greeted Satoru. 
“Where have you been, doll? We were looking for you.” 
[Name] laughed as she grabbed their hands and pulled them along. “Shoko and I accidentally forgot to sleep, so when I did fall asleep around ten I was doomed to wake up late.” 
The two boys looked at each other and smiled, the little ball of sunshine walking in front still pulling them along. 
“So four hours of sleep and already this energetic? you still gotta teach me that trick.” Satoru commented as he looked at her, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She replied with a ‘real magicians don’t explain their best tricks’ 
After they walked for a while, they finally reached the top of a mountain, looking down on the city below. 
The beginning of summer break celebration was going on, kids from their private school and from public schools in the city came together to celebrate. Many people crowded the streets, there was music, and they could see everything perfectly. 
“look who knows the best spots once again”
They had spent the entire afternoon on the top of that mountain since classes were canceled due to the celebration, their fellow students were down there, having fun.
But as they were probably dancing and partying; Satoru took on the challenge to chase [Name] around the hill, she yelped and ran behind the other boy, clutching to the back of his shirt for protection as she heard the two boys negotiate. 
“Don’t you dare Suguru,” she warned, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He placed one of his hands on hers and suddenly pulled her to the front. “Not you too please! ah!” she yelped, but the next moment she was giggling, she could never stand a chance against their tickle war. Ever since they found out she was very ticklish a few years ago it had become a thing for them to annoy her with. Whenever it was if she were sad, annoyed, angry, or if they felt like it, the boys would look at each other and [Name] would run instantly if she saw. (Which she most of the time didn’t and fell into their grasp giggling.)
Later at night they went back to the school, they had watched the sun set, then the fireworks, and then [name] and Satoru listened and looked in awe as Suguru pointed out constellations in the night sky. It was perfect.
At some point her eyes fell and she slept. The black haired boy looked down at her sleeping on Satoru's shoulder before giving a sad smile. 
“She will never forgive us.”
“But at least we'll protect her.” 
The next morning when [name] woke up in the room she shared with Shoko there was a little note on her nightstand.
‘you’re gonna be okay’ in Satoru’s messy and rushed handwriting. She got dressed and ran out of her room, looking for her best friends. what did Satoru mean with that she was gonna be okay?
She looked all over the grounds, the dining hall, library, common rooms, classrooms, the fields and gardens. Eventually she decided to also check their dorm. Girls and boys weren’t originally allowed in each other's dorm rooms, but since everyone was packing their stuff for summer the teachers didn’t care. So she followed the familiar path towards the boys their shared room. The posters were gone from their door, but they probably took those down first she thought. [name] knocked on the door, no reaction. She opened the door to find it completely empty except for the furniture that belonged to the school. 
Graduation was next week, why were they moved out already? For the last few years they always did that together. Where were they? As she turned around and bumped into Nanami, he looked just as confused as he took in the empty room. 
He looked at her, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. She knew what he was gonna ask, “They’re putting their stuff into the car or?”
She showed him the note in her hand and Nanami just got more question marks behind his eyes.
For a week she wondered where they were, she held hope they’d come knocking on her temporary apartment building her parents owned as she waited in the city for graduation. However; no knock came, no call, no letter or note, nothing. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru disappeared from the radar.
When graduation rolled around word went round that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru would not be attending. They had waited for this moment for she didn’t know how long. Plans were made to go out with their other friends after, they had plans for the future! But now, instead of her two best friends cheering on her louder than anyone else as she held her valedictorian speech, her other friends cheered double as hard. They knew she’d been struggling this week. Shoko had crashed at her temporary apartment since she didn’t want to deal with her parents. Nanami also came by daily, and if they hadn’t been there, no one would’ve known what would’ve happened to [name].
The second year was still unbearable. [Name] worked a lot, saving money, attending college, going out with her friends on the weekends. She often found herself looking to her sides, expecting to see one of her two former best friends walking there. She always looked for them in crowds, she looked everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found. 
In the third year [name] finally figured out her future. She was in her third year but decided to drop out. She saved a lot of money, and she was relatively well off so she bought a building in the busy city and within six months the place opened to a magnificent night club and partially a cafe two times a week. It took a lot of promotion, and a lot of patience until the place blew up. 
In just the first year that it opened, she gained so much she paid off the entire loan of the building. It hit off with people her age, and at just nineteen [name] was going to become one of the youngest millionaires of her time, she just didn’t know it yet.
Her friends loved the place too, and they were immensely proud of [name] after what she had gone through a few years prior. She proved to the world that the only person she truly needed was herself and that she could do whatever she wanted to.
The second year after opening the fourth without Gojo and Geto [name] opened a second location of her club across the world in Los Angeles. 
And now nine years later, and six locations in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Amsterdam, NYC, Paris and London [Name] had in fact become the fastest growing self made millionaire at her age. She lived in Beverly Hills, had her own place designed and built and she was living the life. 
Now; in her bathroom it was still a calm Saturday night but she knew that in an hour she would be in her own club, observing the people as she sipped on her drink. Saturdays were the busiest; first day of the weekend but that also meant a lot of money. 
“Scarlett?” [name] called out to her assistant who walked towards the entrance of the bathroom. “Take two weeks off, alright? Paid vacation of course, take your wife anywhere you want, put it on my bill. It’s summer and you haven’t been on a break since last year. It’s not up for debate.” She was fixing the last strands of her hair before turning towards the woman in her doorframe who looked a bit ill at her words. “Now, how do I look?” she gave Scarlett a smile. 
“As beautiful as always. And… Are you sure you’ll be fine? I mean… Two weeks is a lot.” Scarlett loved her job, not because it paid well, or because her boss was very generous. She loved her job because her boss felt more like a close friend rather than a boss. 
“You’re right, make it three weeks. You deserve it, you and your wife both. I’ll be fine, I know how to start a washer and dryer, I know how to do the dishes. What else would I need? Now, have fun on your vacation, you better send me pics, and have fun! I gotta get going now though cause I'm already late.”
Scarlett still looked a bit sick as she bid farewell to her boss, but at least she could finally take a break, which she was too shy to admit she actually needed.
[Name] walked through the front door of the club, she didn’t pick favorites is what she told others, but the location here in LA and the one in Paris were definitely her favorites of the six she owned. The music was beaming, lights flashing and the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air. Security guards nodded at her in a silent greeting as she made her way to her office, one of them trailing her for her own protection. Tonight was going to be a good night, she thought as she poured herself a drink, quickly drowning it before taking a glance at the paperwork that had been assembled on her desk during the last few days. She’d take it home when she left tonight. The security guard opened the door again and waited for her to lock it, after she gave him the signal he didn’t have to trail her tonight.
She walked past the VIP area, making some small conversations with people she’d seen before. There were new faces too, there always were. All different types of ‘em too. It was a safe space as well as a club. She stopped at Toji’s table, how he and her met was a long story. Everyone at [Name] her boarding school knew of the Zen’in family and their generations at the school, same as the Gojo family, as well as her own. She’d seen him here at the club one day a few years ago, standing at the bar and damn he looked familiar she had thought. It soon clicked in her head and she walked up to him. 
“Zen’in?” she had called as she stood behind him.
“Fushiguro now actually, took my wife's last name.” he said as he turned around, looking at the young woman in front of him. “Wait,” he had studied her face, until his eyes landed on the obvious giveaway of her family “[last name]?”. She nodded and smiled in response to his guess. “Never thought I’d see one of you all the way out here.” 
“Well, someone has to be the millionaire of the family.” Toji’s eyes widened as he asked for more details, giving an impressed grin when he found out she was the owner. 
“You got it good, girl. I wouldn’t have suspected you to be the type.” 
“Hello again, it’s been a while.” She sat down on the couch next to him, observing the people as they danced to the music. There were some empty glasses in front of him but Toji seemed rather sober.
“[Last name], you look good tonight.” he gave her a grin, it had been a few years since his wife died, the first few years were a mess for him, he was in here every night drinking away his grief. But over the years he had come to accept her passing and actually started taking care of his son again. Now he came every weekend, mostly just Saturdays since that's when his son was at his friends’ or godfathers house. “Thank you,” she smiled at him, smoothing out the satin dress on her body. “How’s Megs?” She hadn’t seen either of them ‘cause they’d been residing in Japan for a while. Toji smiled at the mention of his son. It took him too long to realize that the little boy was his light in life, his wife lived on in him and oh he was amazing. 
“He’s fine, great actually. He graduated from Jujutsu High a few weeks ago…” as Toji said that an old but familliar scent hit [name] her nostrils and she immediately turned her head around but didn’t find what she smelled. “It was amazing to see him receive his diploma. To be really honest, a few years ago I thought I’d never be back at that place again after I graduated years and years ago myself.” 
“He’s so grown up already, I can remember when you told me he just started.” [Name] turned her head back towards her friend with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “And to be fair, I don’t think I’ll ever return to Jujutsu High again, no matter the reason.” there was a reason- there were simply too many memories there that she had tried her hardest to forget. Those memories being the ones she just smelled.
The mixed scent of sweet floral yet strong cologne and a really overwhelming smell of pine and vanilla still hung faintly in the air.
It can’t be, she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks on her because Toji had her remember things she didn’t want to. There’s no way. 
Yet when she bid farewell to Toji and walked towards the bar she smelled it again. The bartenders didn’t look up when she walked behind the bar and poured herself a drink, yet she overheard their conversations. 
“That man's eyes… wow! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that bright!”
It’s not him. They’re not here.
“But the other one! His shoulders… my god.”
[Name] walked away before she’d drive herself insane over this. There was no way they were here. If they were, she would’ve spotted them already. Even though a decade can change a lot about a person; Gojo’s bright blue eyes and bright hair and Geto’s long dark hair and muscled figure always stood out, especially when together.
She wasn’t even sure if they’d regcronise her. She cut her hair, the final stages of puberty hit her later so she got some more curves and flesh, her style had changed and so had her personality. Though deep down she knew that if she’d ever see those two boys again, she’d turn back into her old bubbly self if it took too long. She always had a soft spot for them, no matter what happened or how much she denied it, they would always be a part of her past. Toji had also once told her she walked around like she owned the place, to which she replied that she did. He’d given her credit for the remark and she’d told him to put things on her tab that night.
With a racing heart she went back to observing the crowds. Walking alongside tables, along the dancefloor, everywhere. 
Theres no way these two fucks still wear the same cologne after years.
She sipped her drink, it burned in her throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. She walked towards the staircase for staff and security. All the way up it overlooked the layout of the building and she could spot things easier. 
I’m going to drive myself insane by looking for people that aren’t-
Her train of thoughts stopped when she saw a mob of bright white hair, she stared at it for ten seconds before looking at the person's face and she felt her head get light, looking besides him she saw a familiar black haired man.
Fuck.
She turned around, not being able to look anymore. The top of the stairs wasn't lit, so the chance they would’ve seen her was slim, very slim. [Name] sunk to the ground and drowned her drink in one go, this time the burn lasted longer and she closed her eyes. A few years ago she had promised herself that if she’d ever find them in her club- her property, she’d get them kicked out. Yet now that she found them, that seemed impossible. She couldn’t just walk up to them and tell them to get out of here. 
Why not?
Why not? There was no reason as to why not. As she said, it was her property, she could do whatever she wanted and before she realized it herself she was already making her way to the table they were sitting at. 
The music seemed to dim, the world became clearer yet also blurrier as she stood in front of them. 
“Get the fuck out of my place.” she said, there was anger and aggression in her voice as she looked at them. “Now.”
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