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[bunny584]

OBSESSED: YUTA (PT. II)

A/N: Special grade lover boy finally has you, his dream girl, in his hands. Surely he’ll be able to handle it…right?

S/N: This one is for the anon(s), the Yuuta girlies. I hope this means I get to rush Yuta Phi Alpha next year!! 🤭 (you can read part I here )

C/W: Yandere themes, aged up characters (21+), Mature, 18+

Any minute now.

You should be calling, any minute now.

Yuuta rolls his favorite pair of your underwear into a cylinder.

Even. Perfect.

He tucks it next to the 14 other perfectly even cylinders he’s taken from you.

An impressive collection, considering that it’s been only 3 months since he’s been back from Morocco.

3 months since you eviscerated the barrier between fantasy and reality.

You touched him. You kissed him. His building blocks came crashing down at your feet.

And yet, you still don’t see him.

It’s been torture.

Purgatory.

Falling back into the platonic, easy insteps of friendship. Breathy giggles. Air tight hugs. Feather light kisses.

On his cheek.

Friendly gestures as thin as the air on the summit of Mount Everest.

Leaving Yuuta the same way, every time.

Desperately tugging his cock.

Filling your stolen lingerie with his seed. Marking you. Branding you as his over and over again. In the confines of his quiet, sterile apartment.

Sullied by his lewd coping mechanisms. Babbling your praises day in and day out. The paintings on his walls know you by name.

Because you’re his.

Yuuta has chosen to love you every minute between sunrise and sunset and sunrise again. Ever since his cold met your warmth.

From afar. In the dark. Meticulously crafting the blueprint of your future together. Where you love him, freely. Openly. Without input from your friends or exes.

You need him.

Why else would he be the first person you call after every date?

Agonizing about whether you said the right thing. Or wore the right thing. Leaving a long list of people Yuuta has to take care of.

Not that he minds. He loves helping you.

Beautiful, silly girl.

Can’t you see?

He’s already created a gorgeous life for you two. He’ll give you the stars. The moon. A whole galaxy if you want it.

True, mutual love.

He just has to make you see it.

See him.

“There you are.” Your ringtone is his personal call bell.

Yuuta was starting to think you were going to use your girlfriend’s shoulder to cry on instead of him.

You were supposed to be out on a third date tonight. But you’re not. When it comes to picking up the pieces after your frivolous little flings — Yuuta is always your go to.

“Hey you.”

His palm caresses the heavy bulge in his pants. Tone is steady. Unassuming.

“Yuuta?” Soft sobs intertwine with his name, and it’s decadent.

“Hey. Hey.” Yuuta’s fingers impatiently tug down his zipper. Adams Apple sliding down the column of his neck, swallowing a moan.

You sound so pretty like this.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Can I…can I just come over?”

“Yes..of course you can.” Each word rolls off his tongue carefully. A stark contrast to the storm winds rattling his heart around its cage.

Broken, teary whines kiss his ears and glide down his spine. Yuuta pulls his cock free. Smearing pearly beads of pre cum around his swollen head. His body is so well trained for you. Primed to your voice. Your touch. Your gaze.

“You’re the best, Yuu.”

A satisfied grin blooms across Yuuta’s face. He uncurls his long fingers from around his base.

No more self indulgence. Not yet.

Tonight is about you.

“See you soon.”

—-

Is this wrong?

This is wrong.

…right?

Your fingers plait together. Shifting weight between your feet.

Staring at Yuuta’s door, knowing your dark-haired, sleepy-eyed friend is probably watching the clock. Anticipating your arrival.

Maybe you shouldn’t vent to him about other guys.

Maybe you shouldn’t use him to soothe your broken heart.

But he’s so soft with you.

Patient. With open ears, open arms. His capacity for you seems limitless.

Always peering at you with those deep set, graphite eyes. Opaque, winter fog. Quick to muddle your sense of direction if you look into them long enough.

Kind, but so, so unsettling.

Before you can reason yourself away from his apartment, Yuuta pulls open his front door.

“Hey pretty,” his mellow greeting is a warm weighted blanket around your shoulders.

“Hi Yuu,” your arms snake around his neck. Because it’s comfortable. He’s comfortable.

His toned arms sink into your lower back. As if your waist was tailored to the contour of his muscle. A low sigh breezes against your neck.

“Come in.”

Yuuta is hushed. He always is. Perpetually whispering secrets for your ears only.

You follow the gentle sorcerer into his apartment. Low lit. Shadows from the candle wicks dancing along his walls. Beckoning you into his lair.

“I made you some tea, is that okay?”

Yuuta’s lithe fingers fidget against his thighs. Almost 4 years of friendship and he still hasn’t shaken his nervous ticks around you.

Sweet boy.

“Yes please,” your smile is already less gloomy.

Yuuta mirrors you with a lopsided smile of his own. Small dimples dusting a boyish charm over his otherwise haunting features. He shuffles to the kitchen. And you take in his broad shoulders. Lean, muscular physique.

He really is handsome.

Eerily beautiful.

Effervescent porcelain skin, deepened from the Moroccan sun. Acute, angular jaw line. High cheekbones. Thick, raven hair that’s always a little storm-tossed.

A crescent moon against a clear night sky. Watching over souls trapped in their own personal graveyards.

There’s something about him that always seems…heavy.

Constantly balancing the weight of the world on his back.

Or something.

You settle in the couch just as Yuuta materializes into the living room. Stealthy, quiet footsteps. If he wasn’t the one who let you in you could be convinced that you’re alone in his apartment.

“Be careful, it’s still hot.” Yuuta warns. His eyes linger on your lips. Memorizing each pucker.

He’s so close.

Sweet steam kisses his face with each blow. And he sits there. Perfectly opposite of your mug.

Unphased. Unblinking. Still.

Close enough to take a sip of his own.

“Thank you for letting me come over on short notice, Yuu.”

Your thighs startle beneath his wintry touch. Both palms, larger than you remember, knead the fleshiest part of your hips.

“Don’t thank me. I’m here for you.” His tone descends. A deep drawl laced with conviction.

“I’ll always be here for you.” Yuuta repeats, pads of his fingers indent into your skin.

Your eyes metronome between his.

Slowly evanescing into his firm, glacial touch. Hazy from his half lidded gaze. There’s no time space continuum between you two.

“Yuuta—“

“Tell me what happened.” Shards of glass rain down his dry windpipe. Willing with every cell in his body to remain neutral.

The gates open.

You’re so animated. It’s captivating. How you feel so many things.

The way your eyes flutter while telling him about how you were stood up. A call came out of the blue. A short, unsatisfying cancellation of your dinner date.

And Yuuta leans in. Nodding. Petting your mouth-fucking-watering thighs. Forcing himself to remember to move his eyebrows. And blink. And look away from Aphrodite every so often.

He knows the story.

He wrote the story.

And for the record, gorgeous. Your crush sounds pathetic when he’s begging for mercy.

Weak.

A man like that is beneath you.

Yuuta’s jaw loses tone.

Pretty crystals line your eyes. Your bottom lip is swollen. Red like Merlot stains on a bottle cork. Your mini skirt rides up a quarter inch higher by the second. Mostly from his fingers. Every time you gesticulate he caresses just a bit higher.

White noise fills the space between Yuuta’s ears. He’s inebriated. Incapacitated by the honey that seeps from your mouth every time you speak.

And he can’t keep ignoring the way his cock is thrashing against its barrier. Begging. Pleading for reprieve.

The Apple in the Garden of Eden.

And the consequences of his inevitable bite mean nothing to him.

“Please,” Yuuta interrupts. Barely above a whisper.

Your eyebrows crawl together at the center of your barbie doll face. So oblivious. Blissfully unaware of how you fuck his brain to nothing but smooth, empty, mush.

“I’m sorry I’m rambling—“

“No. No.”

Yuuta’s body moves before his mind can catch up. He slides off the couch to his knees. Nudging his hips between your legs. His muscular arms hook beneath your legs at lightening speed.

You have no time to gather words when he pulls you to the edge of the couch.

“Yuuta?” Delicate hands fly to his shoulders. Steadying yourself in this new, sudden position.

You’re heady. Shocked. Glassy eyed. Fully flushed from your button nose to ears.

You have no idea how addicting you are. Working sticky heat out of Yuuta’s needy length without even touching him.

He presses his lips into your inner thigh. Instinctively gripping your hips forward when you reflexively jump back.

“So perfect,” Goosebumps cascade along where his moist mouth traces.

“Y-yuuta, we...we’re friends.”

Yuuta drags his drunken gaze to meet yours. Resting his head in your lap. Feathering his icy hands up your butter soft skin.

“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs. Purposefully evading your observations.

He has some observations of his own.

Yuuta doesn’t miss the way his praise affects you. How your breath hitches. And your nails dig into his shoulders. Pupils blown to a full moon.

And the slow growing damp spot at the apex of your pink cotton panties. Yuuta can’t bring himself to stare at your precious rose. Not yet. He’ll cum in his pants if he looks now.

His slender nose traces up your quivering leg. And you bloom. Thighs drifting further apart. Making space for him. Inviting him in. Rewarding him.

“I can make you feel better.”

You gift him a pitiful little whine in response. Timid fingers travel into his nape. Yuuta’s heavy eyelids curtain his vision.

The room is spinning.

And Yuuta is kneeling at the only alter he will worship at. The only alter that will ever receive his devotion.

Those years of waiting. Wanting. Watching. Unsent love letters. Saved texts. Practiced conversations in the mirror. Stolen trinkets. Pieces of you he’s kept along the way.

It was all worth it.

Because the love of his life is spread open for him. Vulnerable. Needy. Melting beneath his touch like your body knows it belongs to him.

Yuuta couldn’t hold back if he wanted to.

“D..do you know how perfect you are?” Yuuta asks the warm, sore flesh beneath his lips. Admiring the trail of bruises he’s left up your inner thigh.

“Yuu, you don’t mean that.” You mewl and squirm like a brand new kitten. Mousing his hair between your fingers.

“I mean it. Y..you’re so…” his voice trails off when his trembling, pale digits finally press into your wet heat.

“S-soft. You’re so soft.” Drool pooling in his mouth chips away at his coherence.

Yuuta’s stormy eyes find the meeting point of his hand and your sex. The sight alone bucks his diamond hard shaft off of his leg. The friction from his damp boxers and rigid jean blurs his vision.

“Oh pretty girl.”

“Mmghhhh Y-Yuu..ah god.”

Both of your husky musings collide. Yuuta drives his long two fingers into your accepting, driveling opening.

He immediately curls up into your pleasure point. Eliciting the most dreamy, listless curve to your back. Tossing your head into the pillows behind you. Gripping his roots into your hand.

“Y-yuu, I need…please.”

Whimpers wrap around Yuuta’s cock and jerks him out of his fucked out state.

He didn’t realize he was open-mouth staring at how your cunt squeezes and tugs on his fingers. Leaking your dew onto your thighs. His fingers. His couch. Saliva streams down the corner of his mouth like he’s a starved animal.

He blinks up at you. Debauched. Lusty. Filthy in the way your hips are undulating against him. Taking your pleasure right out of his hands.

“I need…I need to hear you say it baby.”

Yuuta swipes his tongue against your clothed pussy. And you nearly buck off the couch.

“Please, y-yuu,” diamonds line your eyes again. So much pleasure in the pain of being teased.

“Say it, baby.” His breath kisses your swollen clit. “T-tell me what you need.”

“Lick..please, suck…Yuu,” He’s never heard a more beautiful plea. And his restraint was already teetering on a hair string.

Yuuta’s other free hand rips your panties away from your dewy folds. And his spine is set on fire.

The dull ache in his pelvis crashes into him like he’s at the deadly meeting point of the Atlantic, Pacific and Southern oceans.

“So..so pre..god.” Nonsensical words. Unintelligible noises.

Then his tongue circles your bud and he is gifted a taste of your elixir.

Somewhere between his pathetic sobs into your pussy, your gorgeous melody filling the room and how you grind your pretty petals along the length of his tongue — Yuuta isn’t sure he’ll be able to survive this.

At some point he pulled his cock free from its restraint. Spearing high and heavy in the air. Constant needy dribbles of pre cum staining his shirt, rolling down the length of his shaft. One or two drops even escaping to the floor between his knees.

He hasn’t stroked his length once. And he is this close to release.

And it is infuriating.

Yuuta hates how closely he is riding his peak right now.

Because he is not nearly done with you yet.

He wants you on his tongue. On his cock. For hours. He needs to coax orgasm after orgasm out of his one true love.

“Y-yuuta,” your right hand pulls at his head with all your strength. Yuuta has to bite back a whine.

His murky gaze meets your darkened one.

“Inside.” A clear, high-pitched command.

And Yuuta couldn’t dream of denying you. Of saying no to you, ever.

“O-okay, yes baby.”

He stumbles to his feet. Shakily working his jeans and boxers into a pile around his feet.

Your wide eyes and oh shaped mouth stains his face cherry red.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Is he not enough?

Were your other lovers bigger?

He’ll get rid of them if—

“Yuuta…will it fit?”

You shatter his spiral to stardust. He can breathe again for the first time since you came over.

Yuuta eagerly chases you up the length of the couch. Until he’s nestled comfortably in your legs. Your heat kissing along his drenched rod. Mixing your arousal with his.

“It’ll fit, because you’re made for me”

Yuuta rasps through tight lips. Burying his head into the gentle slope of your neck.

How is everything going exactly right and completely wrong at the same time?

He is more disciplined than this.

He is supposed to be in control.

But your warm, sweet petals sheath his length.

And you begin to circle your hips underneath him. Rubbing your nectar along his cock like you are marking him as yours.

Yuuta loses his sense of reality.

Unrelenting waves of heat ram into his groin. His cock stutters and beats against your precious cunt. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eye. Because everything dampens.

“No…n—no no wait!”

Yuuta smears protests into your neck. Hips rutting against your opening. Pressing you deep within the cushions. Rabid, uncontrolled movements. Ascending in pace faster than you can keep up.

“Fuck, fuck..”

“Yuuta? Are you cu—“

You have your answer the moment his hips hover over yours. Cupping his thick, blushing tip.

He fails to contain his explosion. Yuuta is mortified when stark white globs contrast your black mini skirt.

Air settles thick between you.

Circulating breaths between his clipped and your shocked ones. Decades pass between you before silence is broken.

“Don’t worry, Yuu! This doesn’t change anything.” Your smile is light and playful. Kind in the way that makes him fall in love with you again.

But…what do you mean?

Of course this changes everything.

He can please you.

He knows that.

This was just…

This was just one time.

The first time.

Amidst the cyclone of thoughts decimating Yuuta's brain, you’ve managed to wiggle around him. Currently lacing up your strappy heels.

Yuuta’s mouth lolls open but words fail to materialize.

Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you prance over to his side. Still frozen on the couch with a handful of his cum. In the messy remnants of his unwanted peak.

Your lips meet his cheek. And your next words run his blood subzero.

“We’re still friends! We’ll always be friends, Yuu.”

Yuuta’s steely eyes laser into your retreating figure with sniper precision.

Beautiful, silly girl.

You two will never be just friends.

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[lenarockerhall]

Thank you @mattlicari for these stellar photos!!! @pianosnyc @justinwcraig #performance #pianosnyc #obsessedseries #livemusic #concert #concertphotgraphy #radioheadtribute #motogirl #guitar #gretschguitars #hedwigandtheangryinch (at PIANOS)

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[bunny584]

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20-something. Pisces. Lover girl. Pager in one hand, scalpel in the other. Silly little stories somewhere in between. JJK-centric but an absolute sucker for a moody brunette (in 2D and 3D). Mostly NSFW / Mature content. 18+.

Cute lil messages encouraged, Asks/DMs always open 🤍

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OBSESSED: The world’s hottest 2D cast is smitten with you & this is how they behave (spoiler: it’s unhinged) Pick your poison:

Nanami: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Geto: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Gojo

Shoko & The Boys: Part I, Part II, Finale ୨୧ Choso

Yuta: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Itadori ୨୧ Fushiguro

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Heaven & Hell (AO3): Think murder boyfriends, sweet girlfriend. Poly SatoSugu x Reader. Ongoing

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A Girl With No Name: Think manic pixie dream, Frat/Euphoria AU. Poly SatoSugu x Reader. Complete

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Turning Tables: Think how the boys act when you give them a gift. Complete.

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For I Have Sinned: Think Priest Geto needing deliverance from temptation..or does he? Ongoing.

#bunnyblabs #Masterlist Got A Facelift #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto smut #gojo smut #nanami kento smut #geto x reader #gojo x reader #choso smut #choso x reader #poly satosugu #jjk x reader smut #jjk imagines #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #jjk headcanons #jjk x you #yandere yuta #yuta smut #jjk yuta #obsessedseries #megumi x you #yuuji x reader #shoko ieri x reader #shoko fluff #sashisu #sashisu x reader #jjk gojo

[bunny584]

Gojo got it good too and even Nanami! But the way my heart pounded for Yuta, Geto and Megumi? I am ABSOLUTELY MELTING!!

Anon 🥹🩵

Satoru is just fucking crazy in general. Truthfully his was the easiest and fastest to write. Did it in 40 minutes on a trauma call night lol In part because I’ve been writing him and geto on AO3 for months. Those are my boys. His wasn’t dark, per say. Just batshit.

And Gege wrote Nanamis for me. He told me to tell y’all that people with TASTE like Nanami and Nanami only!!! 🤭

#gojo smut #nanami smut #obsessedseries #bunnyblabs

[bunny584]

your shoko fic… girl i’m speechless. the satosugu love triangle is already a good trope in itself but adding shoko into the mix?? and the whole cuck thing?? you’re ACTUALLY a genius 😭🩷 not only was it hot as fuck but the way you word things is so sweet and poetic. i hope to see more from this concept cause it’s so unique and exciting. maybe shoko’s fantasies involving reader and the boys coming to life? 👀 anyway thank you for such a captivating fic, not gonna stop thinking about it for a while 🫠

OMG, sweet pea!! you’re not allowed to be this nice to me. Thank you SO much for reading my actual depraved brain rot. I had the filthiest foursome scene in my head after writing this, I physically had to back away from the computer 🤭💕

#jjk smut #geto x reader #gojo x reader #shoko x reader #sashisu #gojo smut #shoko smut #geto smut #obsessedseries

[bunny584]

hi um dunno if you've answered this before but....since you've written a megumi installment for your obsessed series....have you considered........his dad 🥴

Hi anon baby 🥰 I’ve gotten a question about Toji before and since you asked so nicely. Of course, I can do a little something for the taller, hotter, meaner version of our fav moody brunette.

You could’ve ordered me to, too. I’m good at following orders.

#bunnyblabs #obsessedseries #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #toji smut

[bunny584]

In honor of finishing OBSESSED: ITADORI

Please enjoy this photo of yours truly dressing up as her Birthday, Zodiac AND Myers Briggs personality twin somewhere in L.A., some day, at some convention.

Just a couple vessels hangin. Yes, we have the same type in women

..what? Who said that? 🤭💋

#bunnyblabs #obsessedseries #me and yuji are literally the same human #itadori smut #itadori fluff #itadori yuuji

[bunny584]

When will the Yuta fic be posted? He's my husband and you give him justice when you're writing for him! Pls let us smash!!! 😭😭😭

Anon, baby. Don’t you worry, your deranged and unsettling husband will be in your lap tonight. Don’t forget to pick him up from the airport!!

I just have to edit him and make it perfect 🩵

#bunnyblabs #obsessedseries #yuta smut

[bunny584]

Do you constantly think about:

Yuji: INUMAKI!

Toge: Salmon 🥰✌🏻

Yuji: PLEASE HELP???

Toge: Salmon 🩷 Salmon 🤗✨

Toge: Don’t. Move.

Or are you normal?

I’m in the middle of writing Itadori’s obsessed and like help these characters are actually so precious??

#bunnyblabs #obsessedseries #yuji itadori #inumaki toge

[bunny584]

@kulemiwrites this is quite possibly the kindest response anyone has given me on my writing and I’m now in love with you. These are the rules. 🤭

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #geto satoru #geto smut #obsessedseries

[bunny584]

the line I remember most from one of your fics is the one about satoru ripping out a barista's trachea

HAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD. I actually forgot about that??? 💀💀

OBSESSED: Gojo was literally nuts. The boy was just in a silly goofy mood that’s all 🤭

#bunnyblabs #obsessedseries #I think feral satoru is the hottest I know the tumble girlies like him domestic #but have you seen him snap? he’s literally always tweaking??

[bunny584]

OK HI OBSESSED SHOKO [and satosugu honorable mention] IS MY FAVORITEEEE i reread it ALL . THE DAMN . TIME . its so so SO good and i cant help thinking abt how submissive they all seem around the reader ,,,,,, like ,,,,,, CLEARLY reader has plans developing bcuz they know how sashisu all turn to mush when theyre near and in the second part they all became horny fucks in that taxi

now if we were to expand on those plans ,,,,,,,,,,,,, having thoughts that involve a leash, nipple clamps, a strap on, and a vibrating dildo

ANYWAY . outside of the sexual context, sashisu x reader r all so cute in the first part !!!!! movie nights AND baking ??????? actual literal dream [the boners + lady boner r all just a yummy bonus 😋] AND THEN BEING PUT TO BED ???? GENTLY TUCKED IN AND GIVEN KISSES ??????????

its perfect its wonderful i need all three of them oiled up in my bed right now .

HAHAHA Hiiiiii Anon, my love 🩵

I have to admit, I think the Sashisu installments are my favorite lately. Or at least the ones I personally reread the most (Megumi’s is a close second, mostly because I’m still picking it apart.)

It’s so…horny. All of it is so dirty. Isn’t it hot to see them all on their knees for a pretty little normie who can’t even see curses?

And it’s SO fun to play with how each of them perceive their attraction for her. Shoko wants to worship her. Suguru is both tender and rendered nearly paralyzed by his physical response to her. Satoru wants to make her pay for how much she turns him on. And also wants to protect her from curses, rainfall, bad dreams, anything.

I will be delivering them to your bed, dildo, leash, nipple clamps, and a lot of broken little please, please, god please in hand.

#sashisu x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #shoko smut #obsessedseries

[bunny584]

Jealous Megumi and Yuta will forever be my roman empire. Thinking about how they will act if they see you with someone else (a close friend maybe?) But puhleaaase! We all know they are possessive asf!!

Anon, picture this. 🫣

Meg, accompanying you to a social because you bubbly, him prickly. You’re too pretty when you laugh. Too inviting. Your male friend/beer pong partner dares to hug you, pick you up, spin you around when you win…? So there’s hell to pay. And he’s the debt collector. In the bathroom at said social. Because you need to learn, right?

Or..

You’re catching up on so much missed time with sweet Yuu, since he’s been back. And sure, he’s buffer now. More muscular. But everyone remembers him as sweet, gentle okkotsu. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.

That is, he was. Until a no name frat boy takes it upon himself to tap your ass.

MOM COME PICK ME UP IM SCARED???

#yuta smut #megumi smut #obsessedseries #bunnyblabs

[bunny584]

From Obsessed:Gojo

"You longingly look back at the pastries, and furrow your brows. As if your figure isn’t goddamn perfect. You don’t need those silly pilates classes. Satoru could work you out on his cock every day. Would be more than sufficient enough. "

It's- It's so good ✨🤌😭

Like, the sheer want in that? Aaahhh I love it so much 🥺🫶

Love your work, OP! ✨

Hahahaha anon baby, I was in a MOOD when I wrote that. I’ve since been purified please I don’t know such sins!!!!!

(literally I’m disgusting thank you for reading my brainrot)

now that I’ve actually reread that one I probably should go back and edit the hell out of it. I give it a 6.5/10 technical score.

#bunnyblabs #obsessedseries #Feral Satoru my Love 🤍

[bunny584]

Tentative publishing order:

Geto pt. II —> Itadori —> Yuta pt. II —> Shoko & The Boys (sick band name) —> Megumi pt II

Maybe? 🤔

Unless there are strong objections/desires/needs. H&H will go up on AO3 in between these.

#obsessedseries #bunnyblabs

[bunny584]

just want to say it makes me happy to know the doctors of our future are writing the most toe-curling, graphic, absolutely mind-numbing porn i've ever read in my entire life. platonically and sincerely, i would trust you to cut me open more than any other surgeon i could have assigned to me. also thank you for helping me realize how bi i am with the sashisu smuts, they have changed my life and altered my brain chemistry

HAHAAHHAAH omg oh. my. god. I am DYING. You have killed me. And I should be ashamed of myself. I should maybe be a bit less crass but it’s all the tension from high stress OR cases all day, we have to get it out SOMEHOW 😩

Sweet pea, don’t you worry the grande finale circus o*gy is on its way 🩷🩵

#bunnyblabs #obsessedseries