Jack "Sir, we are gonna get you more pain meds, but you need to shut your fucking mouth." Abbot and Michael "if you fire her, she will sue you and I will testify on her behalf." Robinavitch
toji fushiguro, was huge in every way that counted. tall, insane muscles, hands that engulfed yours whenever he held them.
so it wasn't a surprise that you were dangling in his arms whenever he fucked you in front of the mirror.
toji's chest was pressed firmly against your back. one of his large hands gripped your jaw, forcing you to watch as every inch of him sank into your greedy cunt. his other hand wrapped around you so tight, forcing you to stay in place, forcing you to feel all of him with no escape.
"look at you.. i'm practically splittin' you in half with how big my cock is," toji said in your ear, his voice thick with desire.
"see how tiny this pretty pussy is? i'm stretching you out reallll good right now.." his cock was stretching your poor pussy out more then you could handle. it was so overwhelming, but it felt so good.
toji wasn't moving yet, slowly easing himself into you so that you wouldn't run away immediately.
"f-fuckā¦ 'ji! i-i- can't" you whimpered, your back arching when he rubs against that spot inside of you so good. "'s too much!" you continued babbling, but toji forced his thumb inside of your mouth, forcing it open so that you couldn't talk anymore.
"shhhhā¦ just take it for me, yeah?" he mumbled against your skin, licking your ear.
then, in one long and deeeep thurst, he bottomed out inside of you. he pulled all the way back up from the tip, and thrusted right back in. over, and over with a bruising pace that left you shaking in his arms.
you couldn't even tell him to stop because all you could do was drool all over his hand like a slut.
"look at how well you're taking meā¦ like she's made for me." he groans as your syrupy, clenching, wet walls begin to tighten around him already.
toji's hand forces you to look in the mirror, and gods, you're so intoxicated by the sight of him envoloping you. a broken moan tears of your throat his time when you buck your hips against him. his hand around your jaw leaves, and instead? he crushes your face with his bicep, headlocking you in place. his free hand slides down and his calloused fingers rub slow circles on your clit.
its too much, but still not enough.
toji's pace is brutual now, hips snapping faster then you can process, the fat of your ass squishing against him as your cunt drools all over him, his precum mixing with your slick and it all drips down between your thighs.
your finger nails dig into his bicep, trying to find any purchase, anything to take the pleasure out on.
"'ji..! pleaseā i can't!" you moaned against his bicep.
"don't careā you're taking every inch." toji's voice was gruff now, strained from fucking you like crazy. his fat tip was hitting your cervix, making you see stars with every bruising thurst.
"i'm gonnaā" you whined against him, scratching at his bicep now. toji's fingers rubbed harder now, the pleasure coiling in your stomach was read to snap.
"cum for me, pretty girl," his voice was hoarse, his own hips stuttering as your orgasm washed over you, waves so intense that your jaw goes slack and you drool on his arm. toji holds you up effortlessly, his own release coming moments later as he buries himself deep inside you with a guttural groan.
you're still shaking in his arms when you see that stupid smirk of his in the mirror.
"can you do another round? for me, doll." he asks, his cock already hardening inside of you again, the shaft throbbing inside you, and you knew you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
who knows how accurate this is to canon, but I want to die every time I imagine babyjo seeing curses for the first time and being so scared of the monsters that he cried and cried but no one ever came to comfort him. he cried in the way children do, with hiccups, hyperventilating, all snotty and red in the face. they probably scoffed at him too. disappointed and disgusted by his display of weakness. babyjo didn't understand why they were so mad at him for crying, why no one was protecting him from the monsters.
he couldn't shut his eyes, because he still saw them. everywhere. all at once.
babyjo eventually learnt to self-soothe. he had to. because no one would talk to him until he stopped crying. because he didn't like disappointing everyone. he might have had a blanket or toy he brought with him everywhere till it was dirty and torn apart because it was warmer than how everyone else holds him. because no one hugged him. no one rubbed his head or patted his back, no one sang lullabies to get him to sleep, or reassured him after he woke up from a nightmare
maybe someone higher up decided that the heir shouldn't have a teddy or blanky ā it's an embarrassing display of vulnerability the gojo clan cannot afford ā and they snatched it from him. no one listened to him when he begged to have it back. and he begged for so long.
once again babyjo was alone.
that's why, if he ever has a baby, best believe he's spoiling the little thing with all the toys in the world!!! he doesn't believe in letting the baby cry it out. doesn't believe in saying 'no' or 'be a big boy'. dadjo always brings his baby up to eye level or he bends down. he hates towering over his baby. he doesn't believe in a child being able to identify their parent by their legs or their shoes.
dadjo dresses his mini me in the cutest, softest onesies and cuddles the hell out of his baby as a way to heal his inner child. he's the type to be admiring his baby and then suddenly getting cuteness aggression. "my shaylaaaaa," he'd coo, biting his baby's chubby cheek.
oh and he totally compares his baby with all other babies. 'my baby doesn't scream endlessly like that in public' + 'my baby eats all their vegetables' + 'my baby can build tower blocks as tall as they are'
but dadjo also always tells his baby, 'you're perfect just the way you are. even if you're not the smartest, the biggest, or the strongest. just grow up healthy. and take care of your mommy. she gets sad when I'm not with her.'
to be fucking honest. if a man tried to get me fired on my first day at a job and publicly berated me and then i found out he was fully breaking a foundational ethical code of conduct in our profession and i was the reason he got caught, and then he came back to our job and nobody else knew why he'd left in the first place, and he had the fucking GALL to just frame it as "i'm sorry i was an asshole," i'd want to kill him with my bare hands
robby starting to have conversations with mel AND samira and just walking away before he reaches a conclusion, right as they admit to feeling isolated and unsureā¦
robby has completely divested his responsibility in these peopleās futures. he shows almost no care towards them continuing in the field or maintaining a support network. similarly to his completely shallow debrief of louieās death with dennis earlier in the season, he doesnāt attempt true connection with anyone this season.
compare this with his investment in collinsā mental health in season one. compare this with him devoting whole conversations to make sure dennis was alright and asking dana to keep an eye on him. compare this to robby going out of his way to assure trinity she was supposed to report langdon.
itās such a stark difference. his character is devolving before our eyes.
say what you will about baran al-hashimi but i can promise you that she would not have hesitated for a moment when presented with an āelimination listā of young girls. she would not have prioritized a legal adultās image over the safety of those girls. and that fucking means something.
and if anyone gave beautiful empathetic genius doctor samira mohan an crumb of the attention and grace and mentorship everyone in da pitt gives Whitaker for being white and sad she would be the best doctor there but dr Robby hates women.
autistic adults (yes, even ones with high support needs) deserve medical autonomy and the freedom to explore romantic and sexual relationships.
this episode showed becca advocating for herself successfully. she demanded honest communication that made sense to her (not falsely minimizing the time frames for when her case will be revisited). she asked for her medication to be administered to her in her preferred way (crushed pills). she maintained her right to privacy until she was sure she wanted to speak about it with her sister.
iām happy theyāre showing becca as an adult with romantic connections, coping strategies, and self advocacy skills. itās something a lot of shows fail at. they either portray autistic people who donāt require many accommodations as a way to justify autistic peopleās existence or they infantilize them as these people that are almost forever children. as always, applauding the pitt for the levels of nuance they give marginalized groups in a society that rewards flat characters that are non-challenging.
Tired of seeing that 90% of the questions asked to Taylor Dearden and Supriya Ganesh are about whether they want their characters to be in a relationship with Langdon and Abbot. Tired of them being asked about whether they want it to happen, whether it's going to happen, what their favourite moment with the male character, isnāt insert male character soooooo dreamy. You can see the actors getting tired of it as well; meanwhile, their male counterparts get asked about their acting choices, what they were feeling in certain scenes, how they see their characters progressing etc.
And in fact, itās very much not just the media/interviewers, itās so much of the fandom as well. I see so much content discussing Kingdon and Mohabbot, I see so much content discussing Langdonās story and theorising about Abbotās story, but when it comes to individual discussion posts about Mel and Samira...
And I know itās not just my feed or my algorithm because I will only follow people who can treat the women of the show as people, yet I still have to actively seek out their content in the floods of ship posts. Iām not hating on shipping the characters, at all, but please do some self-reflection if you donāt frequently engage in posts about that female character individually outside of the ship.
Please, for the love of all that is mighty, treat these women like people, not just the ribs of the fandom's favourite male love interest for them. Ask the Dearden and Ganesh questions other than about Langdon and Abbot. Treat them like humans; it really isnāt hard. Because I know the fandom definitely can, because it has no issues with treating the characters in MLM ships as both being individuals.
Just a short psa after all the interview questions I've seen today were just more variations of Ganesh or Dearden being asked about Mohabbot and Kingdon.
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