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Below the cut I talk about my tic disorder, motor tics, vocal tics, echolalia, corpolalia, and thoughts of depression
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⋆˚꩜。 pregnant sex w/ hiromi FOR MY GRACIE WACIE PUMPKIN CAKEY @dihtaifung
the front door clicked with a soft, final sound. you were curled on the couch in one of hiromi's old, soft t-shirts, your swollen belly resting heavy and warm in your lap. the glow from the tv lit the dim living room, some nature documentary playing quietly about deep-sea creatures.
you heard the rustle of his suit jacket being hung up, the clink of his keys being discarded into the ceramic bowl. then silence. you could feel his eyes on you from the doorway before you even looked up.
hiromi stood there, still in his crisp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows with his tie loosened. his hair was slightly mussed from running his hands through it one too many times. he looked tired, but his dark eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch.
"long meeting?" you asked softly, shifting to sit up straighter.
he didn't answer with words. he crossed the room in three long strides, knelt before the couch, and pressed his face against the curve of your stomach. his arms came around your hips, holding you gently, his shoulders rising and falling with each, shuddering breath. you carded your fingers through his dark hair.
"missed you," he murmured, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. "missed both of you."
"we missed you too," you whispered, smiling down at the top of his head.
he lifted his face after a long moment, his expression raw and open. then his hands were on your thighs, pushing the hem of your shirt up slowly, reverently. his palm smoothed over the taut skin of your stomach, warm and tender.
"so beautfiul," he breathed, leaning in to press a kiss just below your navel. "you get more beautiful every day." pulling away, he smiles at your unborn child. "you hear that? making mama gorgeous, i love you already."
his kisses trailed lower, over the sensitive skin of your hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your soft cotton shorts. you gasped softly as he tugged them down, along with your panties, his movements efficient but tender nontheless.
"hiromi… i'm so tired," you sighed, though your body arched toward his touch.
"i know, baby," he said, his voice a low rumble. he kissed the inside of your thigh, his stubble scratching at your skin. "let me take care of you, hm? just relax." he glanced at your stomach. "sit tight, okay? daddy's gonna make mama feel realgood."
he settled between your legs, his big hands spreading you open for him, and just… looked. his gaze was worshipful, taking in every detail. then, he leaned in and licked a slow, broad stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit.
you jolted, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat. "o-oh!—"
he hummed against you, the vibration making your back arch. he didn't rush, pleasuring you like he was memorising a new map of your body. his tongue was flat and wet, lapping at your folds, circling your entrance and dipping shallowly inside to taste you before moving back up.
he'd suck gently on your clit, then pull away to blow a cool stream of air over the wetness, making you whimper and squirm.
"s'good?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your slick flesh.
"y-yes, please— ah!— don't stop—"
he didn't. he found a rhythm, alternating between slow, deep licks and rapid, fluttering flicks right over your most sensitive spot. his nose nudged against you, his stubble providing a rough, perfect counterpoint to the soft wetness of his mouth. one of his hands slid under your ass, tilting your hips up to give him better access, while the other stayed splayed on your lower belly, a constant, grounding weight.
"f-fuck, hiromi—" you were babbling, one hand fisted in his hair, not guiding, just holding on. your other arm was thrown over your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. "r-right there— pleaseplease— haah— l-like that, yes—"
he groaned, the sound vibrating through your core. he doubled down, sucking your clit into his mouth, applying steady, pulsing pressure with his lips while his tongue danced over your peak. you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tigher, a sweet, unbearable pressure building low in your cunt.
"g-gonna— i'm gonna—" you choked out, your back arching off the couch.
he pulled back just enough to pant, "come on, l-let me taste you." and then he sealed his mouth over you again, and you broke.
the orgasm crashed over you in rolling, electric waves, pulling a ragged cry from your throat. your thighs trembled violently around his head as he drank every pulse, gentling his motions but not stopping, licking you through the shiverin aftershocks until you were pushing weakly at his shoulders, oversensitive and spent.
“too much—hah—too sensitive—”
he finally pulled away, his lips and chin glistening. he looked up at you, eyes dark and satisfied. “good girl,” he rasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he leaned forward and kissed your belly gently. "so fuckin' sweet."
but when he rose, unbuckling his belt with sharp, precise motions, the look in his eyes shifted. the tenderness was still there, but layered over with something darker, hungrier. the frustration of the long day, the need to claim, to reconnect in the most primal way.
he moved over you, his knees slotting between yours, spreading your legs wide. before you could react, he caught both your wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them above your head against the couch cushions. the hold was firm, unbreakable, but careful, his thumb stroking over your pulse point.
“hiromi—” you gasped, the sudden restraint sending a thrill straight to your core.
“shh,” he murmured, his voice rough. he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “gotta be quiet, baby. don’t wanna scare the little one.”
with his free hand, he guided himself. he pushed into you with one deep, relentless stroke, filling you completely.
you cried out, back bowing off the couch. you were so sensitive, so full. “i-i can’t—it’s too much—ngh!” “yes, you can,” he growled, his grip on your wrists tightening just a fraction, holding you utterly still beneath him. he pulled out slowly, almost completely, letting you feel every inch of his drag, then slammed back in, deeper. the force of it rocked your entire body, but his hold kept you anchored.
“you can take it. you’re so fucking perfect.” he set a punishing pace from the start, hard and fast, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs. his eyes burned into yours. “taking me so good. my pretty girl. carrying my baby.”
his pace was brutal now. deep, driving strokes that stole the air from your lungs. you were pinned beneath him, utterly at his mercy, able only to take what he gave you. the rough possession of it, contrasted with the gentle swell of your belly pressed between your bodies, was overwhelming. tears pricked your eyes.
“s-see?” he panted above you, sweat dripping from his chin onto your chest. his control was gone, lost to the need to fuck you senseless. “you c-can. you’re doing s'good. so perfect for me.”
you could feel another climax building, a desperate, coiling tightness fed by the relentless friction and the sheer dominance of his hold on you. “m'c-close,” you whimpered, the word breaking on a sob. “please—”
“come on,” he snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic, animalistic. the couch groaned beneath you. he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “l-let go. come for me. wanna feel you—fuck—squeezin’ me—”
you shattered with a broken scream, clenching around him in violent pulses. he followed instantly, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural roar, his body locking as he spilled deep inside you, his grip on your wrists finally going slack.
for a long moment, he stayed there, collapsed over you, his weight pressing you into the couch, both of you breathing in ragged, shattered gasps. slowly, carefully, he released your wrists and gathered your limp form into his arms, turning you to cradle you against his chest. he rearranged your clothes with trembling hands, his touch reverent once more.
he settled back against the couch, pulling you onto his lap, your back to his chest, his big hands splayed protectively over your belly.
“i love you,” he whispered into your hair, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. “so much. sorry… i got carried away.”
CHOSO'S HUMAN EDUCATION SERIES
part two: dirty habits + your hands and his body
summary: choso's developed a dirty little habit in the wake of his first sexual experience, and it's driving you fucking insane. warnings: 18+, MDNI, choso's inexperienced, fem!reader, groping, choso sends nudes, reader wants that cookie so fucking bad, handjobs, whiny!choso as per usual here a/n: art by @/thatsallitchief. part one is not necessary to read, but it is linked here
You may have unintentionally created a monster.
In your defense! You didn’t expect that letting your boyfriend see your tits would spiral into this, but the universe really likes to complicate things.
Choso, your sweet, loving Choso, keeps sending you dick pics. Every time he’s gotten hard since jerking off to you, he’s sent you a picture of it. Sometimes, it’ll be him sprawled out haphazardly on the bed with an obvious tent in his light-colored sweats. Sometimes, it’s him hiding in the bathroom at the gym, compression shirt between his teeth, sweaty abs on display as his fingers circle the base of his cock. He’ll send shit like that with captions like “thought of you again :(“ or “when are you gonna be home, baby? i miss you </3”
As if that’s not enough, he sends videos, too. Some of them have dodgy lighting, but he must have taken an online course in camera angles because he never disappoints.
In fact, he just sent you one now. You’re still at work–you had a few things to wrap up before you could leave–so you duck away into a bathroom stall and pop in some earbuds to watch.
CHOSOOOOOO I LOVE YOU CHERRY'S CHOSSOOOOOO
《 After Hours 》
Chapter Ⅰ - White Room ⚜
synopsis : It's your second week working in HR at Tokyo General Hospital. You’re still adjusting to the job, still learning, still meeting people and making friends. You meet Dr. Shoko Ieiri whilst setting up for a conference. It’s short and slightly awkward. It should mean nothing, but something about her catches your interest.
MDNI || CW: none really, for now || afab!reader, H.R. employee!reader, sfw, use of y/n for email address
Word Count : 1.7K
After Hours - Master List ☆ art by @/_N3dayo on Twitter ☆ Star Divider Cred : saradika
“You’d better tell me if there’s any hotties in that hospital. I am sick of being single. I need you to be my wing-woman.”
Your best friend’s voice comes through the speaker of the car’s radio as you pull into the staff parking lot. She’s been nagging you about finding her someone as soon as you’d told her you got the damn job.
“Yeah, yeah. I get it, Yuki. Find someone that’s hot, figure out if they’re single and give them your number.” You sigh with a smile, pulling down the visor to fix your hair in the mirror.
After a quick rummage through your bag to make sure you have everything, you bid your farewells to Yuki with another promise to find her someone. You take the keys from the ignition and begin making your way to the office.
The cold, sterile environment of the hospital is a stark contrast to any other jobs you’ve worked. The bright fluorescent lights, white walls and tile floors, and minimal decorations don’t exactly create the most welcoming vibe. It’s less daunting than your first few days, but you still have some adjusting to do.
Within a week, you’ve already learned multiple routes to the Human Resources offices—mostly because you gotten lost a few times. You’d managed to stumble into the Solicitors’ offices somehow, which was a floor above where you were meant to be. A particularly busy looking man, Higuruma, had to escort you to the right place.
Thankfully, you have found your way to H.R. without issue today.
After giving everyone a curt wave and hello, you plop yourself down at your desk and begin the increasingly familiar routine of logging onto the computer and setting up everything that you’ll need. With notices read and emails replied to, you decide to grab your first coffee of the day.
The office bustle is strangely comforting as you make your way to the kitchenette. Co-workers chat and gossip, decide who’s turn it is to make coffee for each group, and make plans for after work.
You make a mental note to get to know everyone better, you don’t want to come across as a hermit.
“Mind passing the sugar?”
A voice interrupts your thoughts.
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CHOSO'S HUMAN EDUCATION SERIES
in which choso explores himself, you, and what it means to please each other
part one: his hands, his body
╰┈➤୭˚. ᵎᵎ where choso experiences his first ever orgasm
part two: your hands, his body (coming soon)
╰┈➤୭˚. ᵎᵎ where choso develops a dirty little habit and you can't hold yourself back
part three: his hands, your body [april 2026]
╰┈➤୭˚. ᵎᵎ tba
part four: his mouth, your body
╰┈➤୭˚. ᵎᵎ tba
part five: your mouth, his body
╰┈➤୭˚. ᵎᵎ tba
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《 After Hours 》
Chapter Ⅰ - White Room ⚜
synopsis : It's your second week working in HR at Tokyo General Hospital. You’re still adjusting to the job, still learning, still meeting people and making friends. You meet Dr. Shoko Ieiri whilst setting up for a conference. It’s short and slightly awkward. It should mean nothing, but something about her catches your interest.
MDNI || CW : none really, for now || afab!reader, H.R. employee!reader, sfw, use of y/n for email address
Word Count : 1.7K
After Hours - Master List ☆ art by @/_N3dayo on Twitter ☆ Star Divider Cred : saradika
“You’d better tell me if there’s any hotties in that hospital. I am sick of being single. I need you to be my wing-woman.”
Your best friend’s voice comes through the speaker of the car’s radio as you pull into the staff parking lot. She’s been nagging you about finding her someone as soon as you’d told her you got the damn job.
“Yeah, yeah. I get it, Yuki. Find someone that’s hot, figure out if they’re single and give them your number.” You sigh with a smile, pulling down the visor to fix your hair in the mirror.
After a quick rummage through your bag to make sure you have everything, you bid your farewells to Yuki with another promise to find her someone. You take the keys from the ignition and begin making your way to the office.
The cold, sterile environment of the hospital is a stark contrast to any other jobs you’ve worked. The bright fluorescent lights, white walls and tile floors, and minimal decorations don’t exactly create the most welcoming vibe. It’s less daunting than your first few days, but you still have some adjusting to do.
Within a week, you’ve already learned multiple routes to the Human Resources offices—mostly because you gotten lost a few times. You’d managed to stumble into the Solicitors’ offices somehow, which was a floor above where you were meant to be. A particularly busy looking man, Higuruma, had to escort you to the right place.
Thankfully, you have found your way to H.R. without issue today.
After giving everyone a curt wave and hello, you plop yourself down at your desk and begin the increasingly familiar routine of logging onto the computer and setting up everything that you’ll need. With notices read and emails replied to, you decide to grab your first coffee of the day.
The office bustle is strangely comforting as you make your way to the kitchenette. Co-workers chat and gossip, decide who’s turn it is to make coffee for each group, and make plans for after work.
You make a mental note to get to know everyone better, you don’t want to come across as a hermit.
“Mind passing the sugar?”
A voice interrupts your thoughts.
CHOSO'S HUMAN EDUCATION SERIES
PART ONE: his hands, his body
summary: choso's still not used to having a human body, and he's even less used to feeling the desire that gnaws at him every time he's near you. as much as you want to jump him, you know you have to be patient. warnings: 18+, MDNI, choso's inexperienced, fem!reader, groping, choso touches himself, choso cums in his pants, needy!cho, choso’s first ever orgasm a/n: CHOSO'S HUMAN EDUCATION SERIES IS BACK!! and yes this does mean that i'm currently working on part three :) i'm so excited to share it with you all! art by @/thatsallitchief
“Wait, is that–do you have those, too?” Choso asks, looking between you and the TV screen that’s displaying a topless woman. You slowly lift your head up from where you’ve been absorbed in your phone and balk. What the hell is he even watching?
“Wh–no! Well, yes, but–” you shake your head, completely flustered by the suddenness of his question. You and Choso have been dating for a few months now, but you’ve been taking it slow. You inhale and exhale slowly before finally speaking again.
“Yes. Most women do have breasts, but they usually look different between women. I mean, variation is natural, especially when it comes to skin tone,” you explain. "Mine don't look like that."
Choso nods solemnly then fixes his stoic gaze on you.
“Can I see yours, then?”
Choso lets out a grunt when you suddenly smack him in the face with a pillow.
“You can’t just–like, yes, you can, but–ugh! You don’t just ask someone that.”
okay so this is crazy. i need him so bad actually. cherry what the hell.
《 After Hours 》
synopsis : You've just started working at Tokyo General Hospital, and it's great! You've found your place, made new friends. It's simple, plain and predictable—Until your run-ins with Head of General Medicine, Shoko Ieiri, become far too regular.
notes : this is a non-curse au! some medical goings on may not be 100% accurate, but i'm just writing this for fun. all chapters posted will have the relevant content warnings!
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sometimes you need a four-armed man to awkwardly hug you to feel better ! (apothecary!reader)
you were tired. your eyes burning, your fingers calloused while you tried to move along with your work—ignoring the stupid voices in your head calling you incompetent while you tried to bottle your herbs, trying to distract yourself from the tears pooling at the rim of your eyes.
you weren’t going to cry. you weren’t that incompetent, were you? your eyes watering while you silently sobbed—working even faster to try to cover up the tears cascading down your face.
“what are you doing, woman?” you could hear his voice booming behind you while you sniffled, bowing before him, keeping your head held low so he wouldn’t notice. of all things, you didn’t want to burden your king with your frivolous emotions.
“i’m working, my lord.” you said, keeping your head held low, while he examined your entire form, watching the way your body was flushed, trembling a little as you cried.
“what is the matter?”
“it would be silly for me to trouble you with something so trivial, my king.”
“i’ve told you to cut out the formalities, my petal. what is it that woes you? would you rather not discuss it?”
you slowly nod, a little taken aback with his response, almost certain that he was going to reprimand you for being lazy.
you could see sukuna’s arms stretched out before him, almost as if he was beckoning you to a hug—
“my lord what are you—” you gasped out,
“is this not what humans do?”
you immediately rush into his arms, the four limbs enveloping your body while you choked another sob, your tears staining his expensive robes while one of his arms found their way to pet your head.
“oh such fragile things, you humans. take better care of yourself, you’re my favourite apothecary, after all.” his voice was gentle, almost nervous while you cried, his arms crushing you into his chest, almost hiding you away from the rest of the world. and that’s exactly what you needed.
he slowly pressed his lips to your head, slowly pulling his robes apart, hiding you inside them, as if to shield you while you just cried your heart out.
“there…there.”
“you’re hic s-surprisingly good at this.”
“it is simply because i favour you.” he said that like it was simply factual. like a truth that wasn’t up for debate.
who would’ve thought that of all people, the king of curses would have you crushed in his arms, comforting you, while your cries slowed down against his chest. his poor apothecary, overwhelmed to tears. whoever did this—whoever overworked you, they would pay. right after he puts you to sleep in his ornate chambers, in his bed. because you, his petal, can do no wrong, and that is simply just the truth.
well. i need this so.
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so grateful to have found so many lovely moots & friends in this community lately. i love u all dearly 🫶
SKIING IN THE SUMMER
older bf!toji x speedo!gojo x reader
SYNOPSIS When party boy and fraternity president Satoru Gojo pokes too much fun at his brother Sukuna, he has to face the consequences. Lucky for him, you and Toji are doing everything to save him!
CONTENTS mostly crack, some smut— threesome, anal (top toji, bottom toru), cunnilingus, squirting— drug use, everyone is doing coke, implied age gap relationship w reader & toji
A/N this is dedicated to @madamechrissy for her object gojo event! this was so much fun, happy belated birthday and congrats on 50k! i luv u
The sun was beating down harder than it had all year as the semester came to a close. Summer break was just around the corner and everyone wanted to party one last time before exam week rolled around.
Satoru Gojo was no exception.
He was well known around his campus as president of one of their biggest frats and as the most popular guy among the sororities. Well, him and Sukuna of course. Oh, and they were also both complete cokeheads.
One can imagine the kind of issues this might lead to— arguing at parties over who got cut a bigger line or who got to sleep with which girl. Honestly, they drove everyone crazy with their constant dick measuring contests but no one could deny they were also the life of the party.
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would you wet your fingers for me?... would you place a bookmark in me?
LIBRARY (n.) a playground for books and readers, but also for occasional debauchery
Synopsis: your plan is to avoid your rival, now that you’ve both been hired as assistant librarians, to minimise the chances of getting into hours long debates and committing murder. the problem is that he's everywhere — helping you carry heavy boxes, scoffing at your choice of literature, eating you out in the back corner between the We Shouldn't Do This and the We'll Never Speak of This Again shelves. in all the bickering and orgasms, you're left with one question:
is the smell of books an aphrodisiac?
Warnings: porn with plot, a romcom vibe series, college au, nerd!nanami x nerd!reader, both classical lit students, f!reader, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, they're mean to each other, specific warnings will be added to the relevant chapters, Nanami art by @/thatsallitchief, will be next updated Friday 17th (super busy next week), will eventually be available on AO3, comment to be added to the taglist on this post (must be 18+ and have that clear in bio or pinned post), details on this post are subject to change, not proofread Word Count: tbc
Canto I - The Hopeless Gate
℘ you wanted the librarian job. unfortunately so did he. and the world hates you so you both got the job. now you have to learn how to tolerate his existence with much closer proximity than before. it's doable, isn't it?
Canto II - The Second Circle
℘ this job's not as stimulating as you thought it would be. people are predictable, unadventurous, and too serious. he looks bored too. stoking some harmless competition wouldn't be so bad, right?
Canto III - The Dark Descent
℘ stakes have been added to the pot. you should stop letting him part your legs, should stop allowing him to light your fire, but no harm no foul if you guys just continue as you have been, no?
Canto IV - The Emerging Stars
℘ this was a mistake. all of it was. from the very beginning, it was doomed. you're too similar, too ambitious, too cutthroat. at the end of the day, you're only ever meant to be rivals...aren't you?
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