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[aemasca]

Character to draw from my randomizer wheel no. 1#:

Aika!

[aem-ol]

Day 1: First Meeting

"-- yet again, Cecilia was ditched by her best friend for that 'Holden' boy.

At that point she would've left, but then a mysterious boy she'd never seen or met before had invited her to dance.

Well... she did like dancing, so why not?"

Entry for @minthe-drawings 's BaxterMc Week!

[aemasca-dr]

Doodles of they, them, and you asking them something

[madamechrissy]

Sex, Lies, Ugly Truth

art in the banner is by @3-aem ! god they make the juiciest art, go follow <3

Pairings - Your mom's boyfriend Satoru x F! reader

Summary- here's just one thing worse than having to stay with your estranged mom for just a few days while your apartment is getting renovated - and that's the six foot four white haired man banging her out every night. And does he own a fucking shirt!? You can't stand being around them, your mom's much younger boyfriend who's closer to your age. What's worse is... you liked him first. He's arrogant, annoying and you're disgusted by him - he doesn't actually make you wet that's... nothing!? And you don't want to fuck him, not at all! No way you wanna fuck your bitch ass mom's boyfriend. right?

Warnings - oh boyyy aha, forbidden love, abusive mother (reader) mentions of past eating disorders, verbal abuse from reader's mom, sm tension and build up, sex doesn't happen till after Toru tells your mom byeee, but fingering does happen before that, oral (f and m receiving) backshots while on the phone with your mom -yeppp - damaged ass reader and Satoru, they have issues, hints of stepcest I guess but he's not rly your stepdad lol, Satoru is 32, reader is 22 so AGE GAP, reader calling him daddy as a joke - maybe. Oneshot - WC - 13.2k

This is literally so toxic aha, my mommy issues haven't gone away. read the warnings! and if you fuck with this brand of crazy, I'll see you in the comments

The first day staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

Staying at your mom's for a couple weeks was horrible to say the very least, not just because she was an insane bitch, and not just because you swore you'd never come back here. Not because the memories of being in your old room - transformed into a mural of her pictures and crowns from various pageants she’d been in, you think she changed it the same day you left.

No, not because you love having your freedom, and busted your ass to make sure you never have had to stay here, not because you hadn’t talked to her in so long you have no clue what to say to each other. And not just due to the fact that she was only allowing you here because your father called and asked her to do one favor for once - he lived way too far away.

No, there was another reason that you were miserable, and that was the moans emanating from the next room.

How many rounds could that man go?

And did she have to scream so loud!?!

You slam a pillow on your face, screaming into it while your mom is screaming out - Gojo! There, there! - and then to make it worse, you hear a filthy smack. You feel nauseated at this point, about to throw up if you had to hear one more moan, when finally he seems to finish up.

Jesus, that was a longer session than usual. Does the man do anything but fuck you’re really not certain. Huffing, you throw off the covers of the little futon she’d so graciously brought out, the woman was well off, mind you, but none of that ever helped you any. You wonder if he’s after her money or something, because he was gorgeous, but you suppose your mother was as well.

It still seemed odd, he wasn’t much older than you, but it’s not as if your mom wasn’t notorious for fucking younger guys - even some of your high school friends as soon as they turned eighteen. That was one of the reasons your dad moved out of the country, and you couldn’t blame him for it, she was by far the worst human being, but everyone didn’t know that.

In fact, it was really only you and your dad, along with a couple close friends of yours that knew how horrible she was. Keeping custody of you - for ‘appearances’ - had been hell. But everyone saw her as the ideal, doting mother - after all she spent all her time taking you to every competition there was, and made sure you looked and acted perfect for them.

As soon as you shed the ‘perfect image’ she decided to quit acting.

Shaking off reminiscent thoughts, you get up now and walk over to the door, glaring at the endless photos of her in bikinis and gowns, no one loved themselves more than your mother did, truly. You peek out and notice it’s finally gone quiet in that room, heading to the kitchen to grab a water, downing it to fight back the nausea.

That’s when he walks out, smirking at you, shirtless, nothing but boxers slung over his narrow hips - the reason this was even worse for you.

Satoru Gojo.

"Gimme, I'm dehydrated." This mother fucker snatches the watter bottle then, gulping it down, you watch his Adam's apple Bob as he does, sweat dripping across perfectly sculpted abs. You stare for a moment as your mom walks out, or should you say waddled out, glaring at you now.

"Gojo, come back to bed." She doesn't acknowledge you, and Satoru frowns a bit, the never ending tension between you two prevalent. Satoru actually never knew she had a daughter till he saw you come to the house yesterday, but she sure doesn't seem to have any affection- in fact she hasn't even introduced you properly to him, it was more - this is my daughter.

"Need a break." Gojo says, you bend down to snatch up your bottle, and he can't help but eye your ass in those shorts, looking away quickly now.

There was a big problem staying at his girlfriend’s house for the past couple nights, and that was - 

Satoru wants to fuck his girlfriend's daughter.

His girlfriend is forty five, Satoru is thirty two. And it just so happens you're twenty two, so you’re honestly closer to his age just a bit, but Satoru loves older women, he loves milfs, girls his age or younger were never much interest. He probably has mommy issues, no, he definitely does, there's nothing better than having his head stroked and having a meal made for him after fucking a Milf's brains out- 

Except, maybe, getting to ever touch you.

Gorgeous. You're so gorgeous, effortless and seemingly unaware.

You dress in all black, the opposite of what he expected with your mother who was literally beauty pageant winner for her state for years, her crowns are displayed everywhere. But not a single picture of you to be found, and you'd win them all too with your beauty. But you seem to shove it all away, baggy shirts and ripped jeans, you have not a speck of makeup on your face. Big buffalo plaid jackets as if to hide a body he now sees is fucking banging.

Your mom scowls over at you as she ties her robe. "Stop bothering him and go to your room."

"I just got water because hearing you all fuck for hours was making me sick. I'm not bothering him. He took my water."

"I don't care, when are you leaving again?" You blink a bit.

"I told you it's just a week while they're fixing that roof leak, and I won't bother you again. I'd have asked dad but I can't be that far from work."

"The sooner the better, and don't judge me for having a life, my sentence of you is over now." Satoru pauses, the woman he's been with for months was always sweet and perfect, until you got here.

Seeing your eyes water he clears his throat. "She wasn't bothering me, I did snatch her water up."

Your mom's face has plastered back on a fake smile, the beauty queen smile that’s so cold it makes you shiver, as she brushes up and down Satoru's bare arm, you hate how pretty he is. How much you think of him, and how her hand is all over him, it makes your stomach turn.

"You're right, sorry sweetie I'm just tired." She cooes, all fake she comes and hugs you. Satoru frowns, hoping he read that wrong, you stand still, unmoving, eyeing him over your mom's shoulder then. "I'll try to be quieter -" she leans against your ear. "So you're not so jealous of me hmm?"

You bite back tears, shoving her off. Satoru hadn't heard anything so he has no clue as she comes up to him that you're sobbing in your room. You almost forgot how much you hate that bitch. Yes, you hate your mother. Who pushed you beyond your means to compete when you were younger, damn near starving and working you to perfection, and when you turned eighteen and threw all your tiaras in the trash, lit your gowns and sashes on fire, she never fucking forgave you.

You haven't talked to her in four years, tired of living in her goddamn shadow, your father left her ten years ago and you see why. He hates her as much as you. They fought all the time over letting you have a choice of who to move with, but she ultimately won custody.

And now she takes the guy you were thinking of working up the courage to talk to.

Satoru Gojo. 

You saw him every day as you studied at that coffee shop right by your college, flirting with everyone, so light and free with his bright smile and confidence, while you wallowed in the corner. But you never did say hi, you're sure he never saw you, but to come home and find him shirtless and grinning was almost too much.

Your apartment unfortunately had a horrible leak upstairs and you had to leave, this was the last place you expected but it was right across from work. Never asking her for a thing you hoped maybe you could mend some bridges, but she's as cruel, beautiful and cold as ever. As a younger girl, you craved to have any of her attention, looked up to her, but now you know it’s not worth anything.

Maybe that's the type of woman a guy like Satoru Gojo went for, not you.

What did it matter!? He’s as off limits as it gets.

You hear them moaning again and shove in your earbuds, throwing a blanket over your head and praying for the week to end.

*****

Three days of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

“Shit, sorry…” You’ve stepped right into the bathroom while Satoru’s walking out the next morning, skin glistening with the shower he just took, steam rising out of the door behind him. He smirks down at you as you careen into him damn near, hitting his hard body and almost falling before he catches you.

“Sorry for what?” He sets you right, lazy in his assessment of your face, blue eyes impossible to read, while your eyes drift across his nearly naked body, falling to the towel that’s not hiding shit, bringing a flush to your cheeks. “What, never seen a naked man? You freak out all the time.”

“Well if you ever wore any fucking clothes,” you shove him out of your way, scowling at his smirking face. “What?”

“You’re cute. Bet you’re a whole virgin.”

“Oh fuck yourself, none of your business, fucking Mrs. Robinson.” Satoru chuckles now while your hands brush against his slippery skin a little too long, making him pause, seeing color decorate your cheeks. He falters then, looking down at you, so clearly unused to any attention, clearing your throat and dropping your hand.

“How do you know what Mrs. Robinson is, you’re a baby.” He teases, arm resting in the doorway, that towel daring to dive lower with every moment, you avert your eyes now, digging out your makeup bag from the drawer to wash your face.

“You’re not much older than me, right?”

“Ten years older. You’re still a baby.”

“I’m closer to you than she is.” He blinks a bit, you wish he’d leave, but he’s just lingering like a little fucking pest.

“I guess. You’re nothing like her.” You scoff then, he didn’t mean it as an insult but he sees it is one, your jaw setting while you dry your face with a soft towel, and fuck if you’re not prettier bare faced than anyone he’s seen with a face full of product.

He shouldn’t think like that.

“I’m definitely nothing like her.”

“You don’t call her mom, huh?” He raises a brow, while you’re slathering serum on your skin, cool and tacky as it dries, counteracting the steam and the overheating of your skin from his proximity.

“No, I don’t. It’s none of your business, you all will be back to an empty love shack in days.”

Satoru chuckles then, shaking his head as you glare up at him. “Love shack, what’s with these old ass references?”

“I enjoy old things too, just like you enjoy old women.” He snorts now, rolling his eyes.

“She’s not old to me, one day you’ll be there too.”

“Sure will and won’t be fucking dudes that look like babies.” Satoru leans forward then, that perfect, pretty face right against yours, you freeze when he tilts your chin up, breath brushing across your lips.

“I’m no baby.” His whisper is too much, you swallow nervously, stepping back while he wreaks havoc on your nervous system, heart hammering when his snowy lashes lower, hand falling. “Why do you care what she does and with who?”

“I don’t. But I am not surprised, she was a hit at the high school graduation party.” He blinks in confusion at your words, you shake your head now. “You’re new to her. I almost feel bad for you.”

“Do you now…” You shove him aside, hating how good his skin feels again, hating whatever the fuck he does to your tummy being too close, shoving those thoughts far back.

“I do, she runs through toys like you.”

“We’re dating, not just fucking, you know.” Your lips quirk up, patting his shoulder, only for him to grip your wrist with his huge hand, taking it over, pausing your steps. You turn back to glare at his grip, then up into those arrogant eyes. “You know something I don’t?”

“Let’s just say, she’s a bitch.” You shake him off again. “But you are too.”

“Me!? You’re the mopey, emo little brat glaring daggers at me, sweetheart.” His voice murmurs, his breath against your skin as he leans down, you yank your wrist out of his grip.

“Don’t call me sweetheart!” You hiss as the bedroom door opens, as you two quickly separate, but she’s eyed your proximity, smiling coldly as she assesses you, the look that’s always made you feel so small, holds less than it did before, but it’s still there, the haunting memory of it all.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” She says it so nasty to you then, you just glare once more at Satoru and nod, walking past, her hand halting you, her mouth against your ear, making you shiver in disgust. “Stop looking at him, you’ll never have someone like that.”

“I don’t want him.” You whisper back, earning her laugh now, while she fake hugs you, and you just want to fucking fall into a hole.

“Have a great day, honey!” She smiles and steps forward to Satoru, you can’t stop looking back over your shoulder at them, sighing when his eyes catch yours over her shoulder, unreadable - but you swear you see something flicker.

You can’t even think that way.

You’re stupid.

*****

Five days of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

The man does not own a tee-shirt, you’re completely convinced - he’s always half naked, as if this is how he exists. Well, he clearly has dress shirts, he wears them when he heads off to run his business, you’re not even sure what that job entails, apparently some trust fund baby considering he’s never there. He left for the past couple of nights to go home, thank god.

When he does he brings her with him and she doesn’t come back until late, driven home in some fancy limo, but you get a reprieve.

You suppose he looks good in his Armani suits as he leaves every morning though, always getting some breakfast made from ‘mommy’- yuck. You have to watch them kissing in the kitchen as you fight waves of nausea, but the past couple days you haven’t heard that ridiculous fucking, and he barely kisses her, eyeing you intently when he does press his lips on her cheek.

“Satoru, do you have to go to work today?” She pouts as she blinks those long lashes at him, and he sighs, smiling and touching her cheek, as you vividly wish it was you, which you hate yourself for. You avoid his eyes, sipping on coffee before you head to work yourself.

“I do honey, don’t worry I’ll come stay tonight.” She pouts again, he just smiles a little stiffly, walking out as you head out the door, hands touching the knob at the same time, making you both pause. You clear your throat, pulling your hand back like it’s on fire, as he lets you out first, feeling your mom’s gaze burning a hole in the back of your head.

“Want a ride to work?” He asks quietly, heading over to the black car with a driver holding the back door.

“You don’t drive, huh?”

“Why should I when I can pay someone too.” His pretentious smirk again has you itching to smack him, but the thought of not having to catch a bus is tempting. “You know you wanna.”

“Whatever. Thanks I guess.” He bows as if he’s some gentleman and not an idiot, you slide in next to him, sighing as his thighs spread way too far, brushing against yours. “Manspread much?”

“You hate me don’t you?” You blink in confusion, looking away and biting that lower lip, the lip that fucks him up mentally to look at. Being this close to you alone is making his body react, his pulse racing, even as he keeps a neutral look, he aches to drag your lips against his.

He’s been trying to avoid you since that morning in the bathroom when you touched his chest, burning his skin like a brand. The pull is too much, to where he can hardly remember what he was thinking with your mom. She’s gorgeous, she’s his type, she’s got everything Satoru needs after spending the day at his boring ass family company, but her daughter won’t stop tempting him.

How he saw your breasts spill out of your tank top this morning, your scent that he can’t describe filling a room, it’s all horrible - and shit timing, as now your mom has been talking about getting more serious. Before he saw you, he was hopelessly enamored with her beauty, her clear confidence, but he can’t stop looking at the shy, insecure girl far too eagerly.

He’d show you how gorgeous you were if he had a chance-

The fuck is wrong with him?

You’re her daughter.

“I don’t hate you, Gojo.” You say softly, turning to look up at him now, so much pain behind your eyes it nearly takes his breath away.

“You sure act like it.”

“I know. I have to.” You clear your throat nervously, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, his fingers itching to sweep it back, breath catching when you look up at him, eyes so intense he can’t look away.

“Why do you have to hate me?” He asks quietly again, trying to remember - you’re young, you’re his girl’s daughter, while you remember, he’s your mom’s boyfriend, and you can never act on anything.

“You know the answer,” you whisper, leaning forward a bit, when he leans down, the car cruising gently through the busy streets, entrapping you both in the black tinted windows. “Don’t you?”

“Do I? Seems like you hate her, and I’m hated by default,” he brushes that hair back finally, the contact bringing heat to your cheek, he feels it against his fingers, exhaling when you don’t pull back. “Do you have a good reason to hate her?”

“I do.”

“What-” The car comes to a stop now, jostling you just a bit, as the driver apologizes for hitting the brakes too hard, throwing you right against Satoru’s hard body, you inhale that cologne, expensive and musky, almost making you salivate before he pulls back a bit. “Shit, you okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” You pull back before it feels good, sliding away again and looking out the dark window. “It’s too long of a story.”

“We have a drive to talk.” He wants to talk to you, fuck he wants to do a lot more than talk, last night he’d seen you when he tried to fuck her, and he had to stop, much to her irritation.

He kept fighting the need to jerk it to the memory of your pretty tits, to picture you instead of her, to shove it all down and try to remember himself.

He’d be glad when you weren’t around, tempting him.

“It’s too much to even begin, but… let’s just say living in her shadow, and with her expectations were brutal.” Satoru tilts his head, big hands on his own thighs, sitting still so as not to further touch you, or do more. “I gave up pageants when I turned eighteen and she disowned me.’

“You did them?” He asks softly, you sigh and turn to look back at him.

“Yeah, since I was three. I… don’t wanna get into it all.” He sighs, was it just that your mother was so upset you gave up on her dream? It felt like more. “I don’t hate you though. Okay? Aside from constantly making her scream out like some goat-” he bursts into laughter then, making your eyes narrow. “And never wearing a shirt.”

“You really hate that.” He muses, you want to tell him more about her, but he’s not your therapist, not your friend, and as much as you despise your mother, it’s just not your place to spill it all. So you leave it at that, sighing and pulling out your phone, checking the time.

“Besides all of that you’re okay I guess.”

He smirks just a bit. “I’ll take it.”

“I will never call you step dad.”

“Oh god, fuck I hope you won’t.” You both laugh it off a bit, the tension, the unspoken words in the air, as you slip into a soft silence, the two of you busying yourselves now, both trying to ignore it. Whispering in your minds - it’ll be over soon.

*****

One week of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

The amount of stress your mother puts you through is unreal, when Satoru is there at least she puts on enough of a show not to do too much in front of him, as to appear perfect. You went out with a few friends for the night - a much needed getaway, and free drinks - sounds like the perfect remedy for dealing with her bitchiness.

You wish you just had some extra money for a hotel, but you just paid all your bills and pay day is a couple days away. As soon as that came in you were going to just grab a hotel for the last couple of days - they are stupid expensive with the holiday right now, but anything was worth leaving her as quickly as you can.

Stumbling in, your mother eyes your clothes with disdain. “You look like a slut.”

You snort in laughter at that, opening the fridge and grabbing another drink out, the seltzers you bought to knock out at night when you had to hear her and Satoru fucking. You crack it open and sit on a chair, crossing your legs that are well revealed in the dress that does barely cover anything. You look hot as fuck though, you already know it.

“Says the woman who had like an entire frat run a train on her in her forties?” You raise a brow, and your mom smacks you right in the face, you smile nastily at her. “Ya mad your ass can’t wear this shit anymore?”

“You’re a stupid little bitch, everything I did for you - and you turn out like this?”

“What, work for a living? A degree? How’d I turn out so bad.” You swipe your cheek then, and her gaze drifts across you with cold eyes - the same color as yours, but they just have no fucking soul to them.

“The biggest disappointment. You could have had a modeling career, but now you’ve let yourself go.”

“Let myself go?”

“Remember how you looked senior year?” You shrink back at her nasty words, biting at your lower lip then, you try to act tough but it’s difficult at times to not let old insecurities hit.

“I was starving because of you.”

“Exaggeration, my god. I did that so you could look your best.”

“My best, huh? I think I look hot, so you can suck a dick. Where is Satoru, by the way? Can he shove one in your mouth?” You smile as your mom gasps, and that’s when the door opens, and you hear Satoru’s footsteps on the floor, still rubbing your stinging cheek as your mother instantly puts on her front.

“You’re a little bitch.” Your mom whispers, yanking your drink out of your hand then, slamming it on the table. “What a waste of your looks, down the drain.”

Usually your mom would stop when Satoru got here - perhaps your saving grace was that. But as he walks into the kitchen, his snowy lashes blink in confusion at seeing her. You catch his eye over her shoulder, smiling then. “Why don’t you fuck her so she’ll be in a good mood again?”

Your mom gasps as you take your drink back, standing and getting away from her overwhelming presence, taking a breath and acting ‘normal’ while Satoru’s gaze drifts across your outfit slowly. You feel every inch of your skin caressed by blue eyes, like he’s touching you.

You can’t think that way, even if she’s a bitch.

“What’s wrong?” He asks then, setting down his jacket, your mother finally seems to notice he’s there, putting on a pretty pout and batting her lashes.

“Just her being mean to me, Satoru.” She walks up to his arms, and you laugh then, so loud you’re crying, swiping tears as you truly feel you’re losing it, seeing her run her long red nails across Satoru’s chest as he looks at you.

There’s too much in the look.

“Maybe if you get dick in your mouth you’ll shut up.” Your words earn your mom’s mouth wide open, while you stretch, knowing half your breasts are fucking out, your thighs fully revealed in the short, tight skirt, hoping to piss your bitch mom off more.

It’s petty but.

It works.

You bend over to snatch two more drinks up, and Satoru has trouble tearing his vision from the sight, picturing bending you over and cursing himself for it. Your mom is whining to him, bitching about you, but your evil little smirk towards him and her turns him on more.

“I’ll be gone tomorrow night, then you won’t have to see me again mommy dearest.”

“I know you didn’t just call me that.” Her affronted tone just makes you giggle, drunk honestly, even more, walking back to your old room - her pageant trophy room - and sighing then, leaning against the door.

You can act as if you’re not hurt by her words all you want, but they hit and they hit deep, hearing the quiet murmurs of her and the man you’re fast desiring far, far too much. You slide down to the floor - you’ve talked endlessly about how your mom never loved you to your therapist - but it still feels like shit, not that you think she could love anyone but herself.

After downing your seltzers, you’re thoroughly drunk - something you haven’t been since freshman year of college, when you go out into the quiet kitchen, in search of a bottle of water. You tense when you see a shirtless Satoru, his strong back illuminated by the soft light over the stove as ice clinks into a glass. He turns his head, catching sight of you before you can dip back to the room.

“Hey.” He usually has something snarky to say, but that’s all he manages, turning toward you and leaning on the counter, you try to avoid your gaze on his body, on the light trail of hair under his flat belly button - but you’re too drunk to avoid it.

“You get her off enough? Maybe she’ll be okay tomorrow.” You murmur, and his jaw tenses then, while you walk up, stumbling just a bit when you get to the fridge, one of his hands dart out to your arm, wrapping around it gently. You pause, eyes darting up to his.

“You all right?” You scowl, yanking your arm out of his hold.

“What do you care for?” Your whisper is angry, he sees so much anger, and though he doesn’t exactly know what was said, hurt was written all over your face.

“Can I not care?” He asks softly. You scoff, looking away.

“No, you can’t.” He sighs now, sipping his drink as you bend down, grabbing another drink instead.

“You shouldn’t have more, you’re torn the fuck up.”

“Oh, thanks dad.”

Satoru scowls now. “Don’t call me that.”

“No?” You’re annihilated, he’s absolutely right, removing the barrier you have put up for him, fingers drifting up his chest, bare and hot to the touch. He tenses, as your fingers drift down over his abdomen, and you step closer. “Should I call you daddy?”

Satoru scowls, thin brows deep over his blue eyes, and his cock is throbbing under his sweats, he wills it to go down, feeling like a horrible fucking man. He couldn’t get hard for her tonight, not when every time he was touching her he pictured her daughter instead, pictured how tight and slick he bets your cunt is, pictures your perfect tits in his fucking hands.

“You’re drunk and stupid, sweetheart.” He grips your wrist, as you quietly giggle, and you look far too hot, drunk mess and all. “You’re too drunk to know what you’re doing.”

“I know what I’m doing, Gojo. I just hold back when I’m sober.” He exhales, and your eyes dart down, raising a brow when you see a far too impressive bulge. “Need to go fuck mommy some more?”

“You’re a brat.” He whispers, pressing you against the cold steel of the fridge now, a thigh pressing between yours, and your heart races. His proximity has you dripping wet in moments, the strong thigh between yours, his breath ghosting over your lips as he bends down. “Touch me again like that and see what happens.”

“Gonna spank me, step dad?” He pins your wrists right over your head, muscled thigh pressing up against your overheated cunt then. Your eyes roll back, you’re too gone to act like you don’t want him, arching your hips up and earning his soft little moan, as he rests his head down on yours.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re… just shut up.” He whispers, a desperate, needy little voice now. “If you weren’t… If I wasn’t…”

“What, big man? Can’t finish a sentence?” You roll your hips again, he feels you soaking him, he can’t stand how badly he wants to slip his cock inside you then, lift your right on that fridge. “Don’t wanna make mommy mad, do we?”

“I can’t stand you.” His lips are a centimeter from yours then, and your breath catches. “Need me, don’t you? Cunt is soaking wet.”

“It’s n-not.” He smirks, letting your wrists go, you shove at his chest, when he pulls back just a bit, gripping your chin.

“It’s not?” You shake your head and he pulls back his leg, looking down at it. Your entire body heats up as you see it, the wet spot darkening his light sweats. “What’s this then, hmm sweets?”

“N-nothing.” You look down in horror, when he swipes it with his thumb, leaning forward again, silvery white locks falling over his forehead then.

“Nothing?” You nod, and he swipes that thumb over your lips, moaning as they’re coated in a gloss, while your cunt throbs around nothing, aching for his touch.

“Mmm, fuck, why do you have to look like that?” He whispers, lips leaning close again, his hands on your hips, your nails slip up his side, contemplating leaving marks for your bitch ass mom to see - hating yourself for it.

“Go back to bed, mommy will miss you. Go fuck her.” He glares even deeper, just looking far too attractive when his lips brush against yours barely, before there’s a noise and he immediately backs away, as do you, heart pounding. What the fuck were you even doing!? “I’m drunk.”

“Yeah, you are.” He whispers, fists clenching as he huffs, turning and pulling his cock up into the waistband of his sweats, annoyed as shit by your laughter. “You’re such a brat.”

“Am I, or are you just wanting to fuck a mom and a daughter? Didn’t you get off enough al-”

“I can’t fuck her, okay?” You blink a bit at his declaration, you scoff, rolling your eyes. You won’t believe him. “That’s your fucking fault. I’ll be glad when you go.”

“Good, so the fuck will I.” You shove at him now, and he hates the hurt on your face. “Don’t want you, creepy old stepdad.”

“Old!?” You smile, mean and nasty, only making him want to fuck that expression right off your face. “I’m not your fucking stepdad.”

“Sure you’re not.” You pat his bare shoulder, walking past him now, barely able to breathe when you walk back into your room, leaving him cursing, eyes shutting tightly when he leans against the fridge, heart racing.

Satoru Gojo has never hated someone until you, for fucking his brain up and whatever morals he does have. He’s by far not a cheater and never has been, but all he can picture when your mom sucks him is you instead, shutting his eyes and pulling on hair that looks just like yours. He hates whatever the fuck you’ve done to him, and how bad he feels for telling you he wants you gone.

He does want you gone so things go back to normal, he can be the milf fucker he’s always been, he can live his life and fuck away all his problems with the career he’s been shoved into. But laying next to her that night he’s staring at the ceiling, wondering what you taste like.

******

One day left staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

You and Satoru have avoided each other completely, you work and come home, packing up the few things you have left so you can stay with a friend who’s offered you to come with her for the next few days. It was tiny and cramped there, but anything was better than staying here, and not just because your mom is an evil bitch who loves to trash you every moment.

It was him, the reason you wanted to leave so fucking bad.

“Should you eat that, honey?” Your mom says, so fake sweet as you nibble on a candy bar, you didn’t eat shit at work so you instantly busted out a snickers.

“Should you fuck men half your age, mommy?” Your mother glares, and Satoru overhears, though he stays in the hall.

“He’s not - also your ass is just looking really big in those shorts, you know.”

“That’s good, I like it.”

“Your hair looks oily.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Your mom scoffs again, snatching the bar and throwing it out, and you glare up at her. “I just care about you. No makeup, you dress like shit, and you’re munching on a candy bar? How much further do you want to let yourself go?”

“I work for a fucking living, I don’t make money off fucking men and having them take care of me. So back the fuck off. I’ll be gone in the morning.”

“Thank god, Satoru can’t stand you.” You blink a bit then, wishing that didn’t hurt as much as it did. You could handle her trashing you in every other way, but the man that you can’t rip your fucking mind from actually hating you stung.

“Huh?”

“He can’t stand you, and you’re not going to come between what I want. I see you, looking at him.” She tilts your chin up then. “You think you’d ever get a man like him? That’s funny. Maybe before, when you were still competing. Now?” She laughs, and you feel tears running unwillingly from your eyes. “Not a chance, so stop dreaming about him.”

“You don’t know shit.” You smack her hand off you. “I’ll leave now.”

“Go right ahead-”

“Hey, what’s for dinner?” Satoru walks out then, and your mom pauses. “Who’s cooking?”

“She’s leaving.” Satoru checks his Rolex on his wrist then, frowning.

“It’s nine already, buses aren’t running. Why not wait till the morning?”

“Because she-” your mom puts back on her airs now, smiling so saccharine and fake. “No, you’re right, Satoru. She should stay and eat some dinner.”

You scoff, since the bitch just threw your only food for the day in the trash - but you do get paid in the morning, and it would be more convenient to just stay. “I’m not eating with you. But I’ll leave in the morning. Good night mommy dearest.”

“I swear to-”

She’s cut off with you shutting yourself in again, laying on the bed and shutting your eyes, wishing her words didn’t cut so deep like knives, stomach growling. Even later when you smell food you don’t come out, until a soft knock is on your door, and you finally drag yourself out of your bed you’re just rotting away and crying in.

“What do you want?” You say softly, looking up at the tall man - who really should wear a fucking shirt - in the doorway.

“You should eat something.” He murmurs softly, you sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m not hungry.” Your tummy inconveniently growls, and he frowns now rather than an amused smirk you’d expect.

“You should eat.” He repeats, shocking you when he grips your hand in his, bringing you out to find he’s set a plate aside for you.

“I don’t need you to feed me.” You nibble while standing, cutting up a piece of chicken however, chewing thoughtfully as he watches you, far too intensely. “What, are you gonna just watch me?”

His heart aches for you then, having overheard her. It all fits with the conversation he had with you in the back of the car, the pressure she had you under all made sense. He’d only seen glimpses of it, her cruelty toward you, but they’re glaringly apparent. When she’d tried to fuck him earlier, and brought you up, he couldn’t do anything with her, thanking god she went to sleep early.

He needed to see you.

You were so clearly not okay from her.

“Stop acting like you care.” You murmur then, nibbling another bite, not even sitting at the seat before you turn away.

“Finish eating.” His commanding tone is far too fucking sexy, in fact all of him is - and you could almost forget about last night, in your drunken haze, but the problem is you remeber it vividly, tasting your arousal on your lips.

“You don’t tell me what to do. I have a dad.” He laughs without humor then, shaking his head and leaning low, pressing one hand on the wall, lifting your chin with the other.

“Stop acting like I’m even close to old enough to be your dad.” You bite your lower lip that trembles, you inhale that hundred dollar a spray cologne that’s haunted your fucking senses all week.

“You fuck my mom, so.” Your little glare hits him so good, your mean little words that just make him more obsessed with you, picturing you constantly. He’d jerked off in his office just remembering your heat against his thigh today - simultaneously feeling horrible and the inevitable pull of you, intoxicating like the liquor he’d drunk to just lay next to her last night.

He can’t get hard around her - not when you’re in the next room.

“Does that make you mad, that I fuck her?” He asks then, your scowl deepens, teeth clenched as you shove at his chest.

“Why would it?”

“Seems like it bothers you,” his fingers brush your hair back, goosebumps rise on your skin, tummy clenching with the hot desire. “Seems like you’d want me inside you instead.”

“Ah, you wish, conceited ass of a man. I don’t want you.” You’re lying through your teeth, and it’s like he knows, the blue eyes seeing right through your fucking bullshit. “You don’t want me either, so stop fucking with me.”

“I don’t?” He’s close, too close, you shove him away then, shaking your head, her words ringing in your fucking ears.

He’d never want you

Out of your league

You’re nothing

Maybe they did still get you, words you’d long since stopped giving her the ability to speak. Years of striving for her affection, of wanting to be perfect and win so that you could get just a bit of her praise. The moment you broke free was the best time you can remember, throwing those tiaras away - but you fear you’re just barely a step away from falling back into the sadness that she caused.

Worse is this tall, beautiful fucking man acting interested.

“You would never want me,” his mouth drops open at that. “So stop fucking acting like it.”

“You think I don’t!?” You scoff, walking away now, heading to the bathroom to perhaps put some water on your face, but this fucker follows you in, shutting the door, coming up behind you now, and you see his reflection in the soft lighting around the mirror, see the way he’s looking at you.

“Get out. Stupid. I’m not your milf okay?” You gasp then, as he tilts your chin so that you catch his brilliant blue eyes, the bathroom is too small suddenly, when his chest presses against your back.

"Look at me," Satoru whispers, you shake your head, tears falling. "I said look at me." He tilts your chin to look to the side as he leans over you.

"What?" You whisper through your teeth, trying to be quiet in the dark room, as Satoru’s hand slips down your bare arm, the other arm wrapping your waist, dragging you against his hard body. You whine out softly at it, being pressed against him, before you can stop yourself. When he leans lower, cool breath against your lips.

"You're beautiful, okay? So fucking beautiful..." You shake your head at that, earning his sigh, gripping your chin so tightly you feel his strength, only making the sweet ache worse. "You are. All I can think of is fucking my girlfriend’s daughter on every surface, you know what that fucking does to me?" His hushed, desperate voice makes your tummy clench with desire.

You have tried to fight it, but the resolve weakens every second you stare into his cerulean gaze, words you don’t want to accept. "Satoru... I… mnh!"

“Shh, sweetheart,” he groans now, shaking his head, kissing up your neck as his hand splays your stomach, drifting to your heat, breaths faster and heavier, mixing with yours. "Is it just me? Being fucking horrible?"

You shake your head, crying out softly when he finds your hot cunt over your shorts, soaking the thin fabric of them immediately. He moans so sexy against your ear, as the longing keeps swirling around the two of you. "You're not horrible, I am..."

"No, she's a fucking bitch. I didn't know she... was that mean. I like psychos, but that?” Your eyes shut, ass brushing against his thighs, feeling his hardness press against the small of your back.

“She’s just how she’s always been. Mnh… you shouldn’t.”

“I know I shouldn’t, okay? Fuck, you just take it. Let her treat you that way, why don’t you stand up to her, hmm?” His fingertip finds your clit, pressing up as your head falls back, and his cock twitches, aching to come inside you when you soak his fingers through your shorts, gasping and writhing against him.

"I'll be gone tomorrow. It's f-fine... Satoru, what are you… mnh!” You cry out, he brings a hand to your mouth while you watch your reflection in the mirror, he's taking over every sense you have.

“God you're soaked, so fucking hot, so tight.” He leans down, slipping a thick digit in your tight little entrance, making you scream out weakly against his hand. His blue eyes dilate, in the dark, quiet hushed sighs against his hand mixing with the sound of embarrassing wetness echo across the walls. “Lemme make you feel good, hmm?”

You just nod weakly, so tired of pretending like you don’t want him, entranced by the image in the mirror of him overtaking you, fingers angling up as your juices pour down his hand, you whine out, trembling as he keeps hitting just that spot, the one that makes your eyes roll back. Your ass arches back for more, knowing she’s in the next room and could hear or see fucks you up too much.

Your mommy issues clearly are still prevalent.

After hearing all her loud high pitched moans from this man, knowing all of his attention is on you is addictive, his lips brushing the shell of your ear while his fingers curl in your slick walls, gripping him and quivering. “Can you keep quiet so I can see your pretty face when you cum?”

You nod weakly, his words are destroying you, and any resolve you currently have, any part of your brain that knows this is wrong is gone, you want to cum for him, as he is bending low to angle his fingers deeper. You gasp and bite your lip as he does, as the squelches of your hungry cunt echo in the small space.

His breaths come heavy as he feels your walls, as you feel every line of his long - fuck they’re so long - fingers curling against your spot over and over, thumb pressing your twitchy little clit. “Satoru!”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he’s lost in you, cock leaking precum as he studies your face in the dark reflection, feeling you grip him so fucking good, picturing stretching your perfect little cunt out. “Like this?”

You nod, swallowing as you cling to his bare arms, feeling his muscles bunch as he moves his fingers, you are blinded when he rolls his thumb just right, as his other hand grips a breast under your tank top, brushing against your nipple. It’s all too much, you bite back the moans that threaten to rip from your throat, instead whining out softly, gasping and hiccuping as pleasure waves through you.

You’re soaking his fingers, dripping down them when he leans low, capturing your lips, drinking in your little cries as his fingertips brush your spongy spot, over and over, while you shatter in his hold. Your saliva drips across your tongues as his fingers slow, thumb pressing up your twitchy clit again, while you’re lost in his embrace, his taste sweet on your tongue.

You should feel bad you’re dripping down Satoru Gojo’s fingers, had they been inside her earlier? Would he touch her with them? You wish it all didn’t just make you wetter, more sensitive for him, when he eases them out, sucking them into his mouth now, moaning when your flavor hits his tongue, the filthy thoughts just echo louder as your pussy pulses from the aftershocks.

“Fuck you’re so sweet,” he moans then, turning you and lifting you until you’re spread on the counter, your thighs shake as he presses against you, hard and thick, kissing you with your juices dripping across his plump lips. “God I wanna bury my face between your thighs.”

“Satoru, this is insane.” You whisper, as he’s hungrily kissing down your neck, moaning a little too loud. “Shh!”

“Fuck, maybe she should hear,” his eyes are batshit insane then, brilliant blue almost glowing, long fingers spreading your thighs apart. “All I can think of is you.”

“Shut up,” you’re shaking your head, hands slipping through his silky locks as he kisses down your chest. “Fuck me.”

Satoru blinks at that, when you’re reaching down to touch him, he exhales, hands trembling as they hold you, kissing your lips again and losing himself, cock brushing your soaked cunt. He hears the door click across the hall then, pausing and cursing. “Shit…”

“Shit!?” He covers your mouth, glaring with his snowy lashes lowered over his blue eyes.

“Shut up.” He’s kissing you again, hot and desperate as your mom is calling out his name, you can’t stop the soft whine from your lips. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Shut me up.” His hand lifts a thigh, groaning quietly as he hears his fucking name again, cock leaking so much precum, throbbing so much it hurts.

“Satoru honey, where are you?” He sighs now, and you shake your head.

“Go, I’ll stay for a few.” You whisper softly, he is aching to stay, but the situation at present is horrible, and he doesn’t want you getting hurt because he can’t keep his hands off his girlfriend’s daughter.

“Don’t leave tomorrow until we talk.” He says then, against your ear.

“Maybe.”

“Ugh.” You smile a bit at his scowl. “I’ll be right out, just in the bathroom!”

“Okay honey, I miss you.” You feel sick, watching him walk out, you let out a held breath, thighs shaking, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he made you feel better than anyone ever has, that you've never cum like that.

Worse, how he had kissed you?

This was some sick, cruel fucking joke, falling for your bitch ass mother's boyfriend. You can't trust him. You know you need to slip out in the morning, to try to forget him and how good it felt to be in his arms.

******

The last morning staying with your mom

You want to wait for Satoru like he asked, but laying there and counting down the moments until you know the buses run, you couldn’t stay.

You can’t do this, even to her, have some sort of affair?

You can’t be the other woman - especially to your own mother, even if she’s fucking awful, the guilt is eating at you. It would be different if it was some petty revenge to her for all these years, if it was just sexual attraction, but you absolutely know it’s way more with Satoru, kissing didn’t feel like that, nothing felt that good, being consumed by Satoru and losing yourself in him.

You’re trying to slip out that next morning, when Satoru Gojo grips you by your wrist, out of nowhere, you look back and his azure gaze is furious. “I asked you to wait for me.” His tone is so hurt, you can hardly stand it.

“Gojo, we have to forget it.” Your broken words ruin him, he’s breathless as he looks at you, two bags slung over your shoulders. “I shouldn’t have.”

“No, why not?” He caresses your cheek, bending over you then, his sweet breath bringing back the memories that kept you up all night, of kissing him back, of his fingers now on your wrist that were inside you.

“You’re hers.” You hear her then, panicking and shoving at Satoru, but he doesn’t move an inch.

“Get the fuck away from him!” Your mom’s words make Satoru chuckle, and the sight of it confuses the fuck out of you, as he looks back at her, raising a brow.

“I’m pinning her to the door and you’re yelling at her right now?” She sputters, your heart fucking races, the heat creeping up your cheeks, burning as she stomps over to you both, furious so clearly.

When you were younger it would have scared you, but Satoru is here, and in the short week, you oddly trust him, feel the comfort, something to be said about it that you haven’t admitted to yourself yet.

“It’s her trying to take what’s mine, jealous of me always.” She grips your hand, your bag falls to the floor as she scowls down at you. “Never show your face here again, leave my life the fuck alone, stupid little bitch.”

“I didn’t-” She raises her hand as if to smack you when Satoru grabs her wrist, she looks at him in shock.

“You won’t raise a hand to her again, she might not stand up for herself when you do, but I will.” He drops her wrist now, raising a thin brow and bending down, picking up your bag for you.

“Satoru baby, you don’t understand all she’s put me through,” she’s trying to be sweet again, crocodile tears dripping down her cheeks, long lashes blinking, her lip is even trembling. She’s always been great at that. “I don’t want to hurt her, but she is horrible to me.”

“I’ve heard and seen far, far too much this week. You are an evil bitch to her, and you won’t get to be anymore.” He shoves her off him dismissively as she tries to cling to him now, then she scowls at both of you.

“What, because she’s younger!? Is that who you are? Some sick game to fuck us both?”

“No, she’s actually just better than you. In every single way, and you hate it, don’t you? That’s just pathetic.” You look down, unbelieving he’s standing up for you like this, your mom lets out an affronted scoff while Satoru picks up his phone.

“You don’t want her, you can’t.” She’s losing her composure, her act, it’s all falling apart as she starts to panic.

What could be worse than you ever outshining her? You’re supposed to live in her perfect shadow.

“Why are you so jealous of your own kid? You got some crazy issues, you know that? Not even hot crazy, either, just a batshit narcissist.” He clicks his tongue, sighing and smiling down at you, with lidded eyes. “Wanna stay at my penthouse until your apartment is ready, sweetheart?”

“What!?” Your mom is blowing a whole fucking gasket - you should feel bad for stealing her man, but you really can’t find it in you.

“Yes, if you really don’t mind?” Satoru grins, those bright white teeth, and picks up his dark shades off the side table, your mom is tugging on his dress shirt, and he brushes her off, looking over his sunglasses at her.

“Satoru I’m sorry, I just… I was acting out too much. It’s her, the problem! Look how happy we were before?”

“I’m sure there are plenty of young men for you out there, maybe younger than me so they are too dumb to see how fucked up you are.” She’s glaring as he takes your hand in his, and you can’t stop the happy little giggle from your mouth as you both leave, and you hear things getting thrown at the door.

“Satoru, that was insane!?” You whisper, he brushes your hair back then, sighing.

“I wanted it to go a little smoother, that whole exchange. But no, of course you were bratty and didn’t wait.” He tilts your chin up and you kiss him, smiling against his sweet, plush lips.

“You’re not step-dad anymore, maybe the appeal is lost-”

“I’m gonna beat your ass.” He’s scowling as you giggle through your tears, when his car pulls up, he hands your bags off to the driver, climbing in and holding out his hand, tugging you in the back. “You do need a good ass beating.”

“I think I had enough mental beatings,” you grumble a bit, he frowns at that as the car revs up, and he tugs you against his chest. “You noticed?”

“Yeah, hard not to. Last night was when I saw how fucking much she hates you, the way she talks it’s just not how a normal person does. I’m sorry you…”

“I’m good. I promise.” You look up at him then, kissing him softly, while your hand slips down his chest, hearing his hitch of breath.

“You can eat whatever you want at my place, okay? Also your ass is very nice.” You blink back tears, mixing with your tremulous smile from his sweetness, and you’re flustered- you’re literally a wreck.

“You heard it all?” He nods, swallowing, his brows together.

“It’s why I came to you. I’m so disgusted that I even…”

“How could you know? She’s beautiful, she knows how to play people.”

“You’re more beautiful than she could be,” he murmurs, kissing you again, messy and hungry in the back of the huge black luxury car, having you straddle him, your mom’s ex boyfriend, feeling his phone vibrating against your thigh now. “I swear if it’s her I’ll have you cum right on the speaker.”

“Gojo!” He’s sighing, his big hands drifting over your waist, when your phone starts going off too, but you’re too lost in his kisses, in his scent, in how good he fucking feels.

“Feel so good on me, fuck I wanna bury my cock inside you,” he is desperate and needy then, feeling your heat against his cock, when you drop to your knees, making his lips part. “Sweetheart…”

“Want your cock in my mouth,” he’s whining out at that, helping you unbutton and unzip his slacks, until his cock springs free, making you gasp.

You knew it would be big, but you didn’t know it’d be that big, a solid nine inches and thick, veins running and wrapping under his shaft from the base to his blushing pink tip. You moan softly at it, soaking wet under your panties from the sight, that clean yet musky scent. Satoru brushes your hair back softly with long fingers, eyeing you down there, making you feel so sexy with just a gaze.

“Want me to suck you down my throat?” He nods quickly, and you do just that, after spitting on his cock and slathering your saliva as the phone keeps vibrating, but his hands are enwrapped in your hair while you look at him under those lashes.

“Fuck, look at you, can you take it all?” He’s taunting, a mix of devotion and talking shit, so intoxicating you can’t take it, tummy full of so much pressure you whine out at the sensations, gliding his tip inside your mouth now, hot and hungry while you taste him. You swirl your tongue on his tip, fingers brushing across the soft white hair right over his cock.

His eyes never leave yours as you move, as he fucks up into your throat, hissing at just how fucking good your mouth feels, how pretty your eyes are as you look up at him. You’re whining out, vibrating around him, while his hands tug your hair into a ponytail, fucking into your mouth harder, harder, you’re slobbering down his cock so messy and filthy how you take him.

“So beautiful, fucking look at you,” you whine at the praise, from his soft lips, which he’s biting and releasing, making the sexiest moans from the back of his throat that drive you to get wetter and wetter. You reach down, touching yourself under your skirt when he yanks your wrist. “No.”

“No!?” You glare, and Satoru smirks, shaking his head.

“I’ll bet the one touching you, licking you- ah!” You’re sucking him again, even as he grips your little wrist tightly, sucking one of your little fingers, so lewd and sexy you can’t stand it, grinding on nothing for friction, as the car comes to a stop, Satoru huffs, yanking you up. “Open.”

You do just that, and freaky ass ‘stepdad’ Satoru Gojo spits in your mouth, you gasp, swallowing it and feeling the need grow so much it’s painful, kissing desperately, hand still stroking his length up and down. “In me, please.”

“Shit, yeah,” he adjusts himself, leaving the belt unbuckled as the two of you ride up the elevator to his stupidly fancy and clean penthouse, once the door is shut he presses you against it, hands slipping up your sides, gripping you everywhere. “Wanna taste you again, fuck…”

“Taste me then, mnh!” He’s on his knees right before you, the way he looks up at you is so intense it takes your breath away, as he shoves your skirt up, lapping a hot stripe up your slick panties, already soaked. “Oh my god, more, more!”

“Demanding little thing,” he teases, stroking fingers up your soppy panties, groaning as he then pulls them down, letting them fall down to your ankles, still clad in those ridiculous combat boots. They’re so hot he just keeps them on, throwing a thigh right over his shoulder, breath ghosting on your bare cunt. “Fuck, look at you, you’re so pretty.”

“Y-you don’t have to say- ah!” Your hands entangle in his silky, silvery white locks, soft as your fingers grip and pull until it hurts, but he wants more.

“Fuck my face, that’s it, taste s’good, mmm,” his whispers against you vibrate against your clit, and you’re screaming out, head falling back against Satoru’s door, as his mouth devours your cunt, so hungry and desperate for you.

His impossibly long tongue makes you furious that your bitch ass mother ever got him in this way, toxic and petty, it just makes you fuck his face more, hips rolling while that tongue plunges into you. He’s licking and stroking between your folds, right up in your hole, straight nose bumping your clit. Your thighs shake, his fingers pressing into them, your gummy walls are convulsing around his tongue.

The sound of him sucking up all your wetness - well he’s trying to, but you’re so fucking wet it’s pouring, his cock is leaking precum - already sensitive from that stupidly talented mouth, and now this? He can hardly remember your mom’s name any more, in fact he can’t remember anything right now, but how he should have been doing this, just drinking your sweetness up down his throat.

Devouring your pretty pussy, pulling your plump, puffy lips apart to slide that tongue in and out of your quivery little cunt as you scream out hoarsely. “Oh my god, don’t stop, don’t stop, please!”

You’re sobbing out his name, panting as he licks and nibbles your twitchy little clit with sharp teeth, making you gasp out at the shock of the pain and pleasure, your nipples pressing against your top, tummy clenching as you feel your orgasm so close. He’s slipped two fingers up inside your hole, looking up at you as his tongue flicks your sensitive clit again.

“You’re so messy, aren’t you baby?” He taunts softly, all you can do is weakly nod, while his fingers now know your spot way too fucking well, pressing up against your g spot while he stretches you hot. “So sweet now, is this what you needed?”

“Shh, jerk.” He chuckles against your cunt, before sucking your little clit into his hot mouth and fucking moaning, making you feel like you’re going to collapse. It’s so good, so fucking good, and you’re so close. “I-I’m gonna, Satoru, oh god-!”

He doesn’t let you go over the edge though, pulling away with a pop of pink lips,covered in your arousal like a gloss. You yelp, looking down at him with a desperate expression, your cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He can’t stop thinking how fucking pretty you are like this, desperate for him, whining and wiggling.

“Why’d you stop!?” He stands now, slipping up your sweater, groaning when he realizes you have no bra on, seeing those tits he’s jerked it to bounce gently.

“Want you to cum around my cock, like a good girl. Can you?” He’s way too fucking hot, it’s actually unfair. You nod weakly, he sighs, cupping your breasts and watching your eyes roll back, his thumbs brush your nipples, already hard and aching for more.

Satoru unlaces your boots, leaving your knee socks and skirt on, you just look too sexy in them, unbuckling himself hastily as you tug his shirt off him. “Please, hurry, fuck…”

“Demanding, thought you hated me not wearing a shirt?” You glare at him, just making him chuckle, before he’s down to nothing, fully naked and gorgeous, as the light streams in through the blinds of those floor to ceiling windows, casting shadows across his perfect form.

“Fuck…” You’re kissing across his chest, when he shocks you, lifting you up like it’s nothing, pressing you right on that door again, the cool wood against your burning hot skin, tip drooling and leaking against your cunt. “Mnh! Please!”

“Need my cock so bad inside you?” You just nod weakly, done pretending or teasing, you’re still throbbing from the way he edged you, and when his leaky tip bumps your clit it almost pushes you over the edge. You’re clinging to his neck, kissing him as you roll your hips, soaking wet and begging with your body.

“In me, g-god, just - ah!” Satoru shoves his cock so deep in one stroke you’re left breathless, blinking rapidly at the ridiculous stretch, so full you can’t think, you’ve never been stuffed like this. Your eyes lock, his are so bright they’re insane, his lips and chin coated in your arousal, holding you by your ass right under your skirt as your legs tremble around narrow hips.

“Fucking feel you, my god,” he’s whispering in wonder for a moment, blinking snowy lashes to try to orient himself, to not cum just from one stroke like some dumb teenager from pussy.

But your pussy!?

“Prettier, tighter,” he’s whispering, and the words itch that toxic, fucked part of your brain, the mix of craving Satoru and the petty part of you that hates her. He can tell too, smirking. “Wetter than her. Feel better, fuck than anyone.”

“Shut up, so full of - ah!” He’s fucking you now, you got that moment to adjust, bruising your lower back when he fucks you against that door with no mercy, thick cock bullying your quivering little walls with filthy smacks of skin and your squishing cunt. “Oh my g-god!”

“I’m telling the t-truth you… bratty little fucking… god she’s so tight, mnh…” Satoru’s lost then, hips bucking up and rolling just so, and he watches your pretty face hungrily. “Cum f’me, all over me, make a mess.”

“Ah!” You’re gushing, just making the sounds in the enormous penthouse you’ve barely noticed louder, mixed with his moans as he fills you up so good, when he pushes deep and rolls those hips, watching you intensely as you cum, his eyes so brilliant blue and fucking starved for you. “Ohmygod fuckfuckfuck!”

“That’s it, fucking you dumb, huh,” he’s groaning, feeling your slick coat him, your mouth in a slutty O when he looks back up, feeling your aftershocks pulse around his cock. “God, baby, you came so hard f’me, bet you never have.”

“B-bet you never… felt pussy this good,” your bratty little whisper makes him smirk, slamming into you and pulling you off the door, you’re clinging to him in shock without the support, but he’s lifting you up and down his thick, lengthy cock like you’re a little fuck toy. “Ngh!”

“You mean better than your mom’s?” You scowl, gripping him tighter with your thighs as he just walks around with your fucking cunt around him, smirking as he lifts and drags you back on his cock again. You’re clinging to his back, nails pressing in and leaving marks.

“Psycho, mmm!”

“Says you, need to know if your pussy is tighter? I already told you, but no, gotta know every part that’s better? You’re so fucked up baby.” You glare, biting the shit out of his lip and earning his moan, as you draw just a little bit of blood, a bright red droplet that makes him grin.

“Maybe I am fucked up.” Your answer makes him chuckle, picking you up again, fucking you suspended in the air as you cling to him, whining. “Feel s’good, so thick mmm!”

“Am I the biggest you’ve had? The best?” He’s whispering, husky and needy now, you could bluff and taunt him, but you just nod eagerly, and he exhales, pulling out with a wet squelch, making you whine. “Hang on to me.”

You do just that, heart racing while Satoru carries you now, and your dark spots fade for a moment, long enough to get glimpses of his gorgeous, expensive ass fucking penthouse, making your mom’s place look like shit when you thought hers was fancy. Everything is spotless, surprising you only briefly when he makes it to his bedroom, tossing you right down on it.

You bounce gently on a black silky comforter, taking several breaths, looking around then glaring. “She fuck you on here?”

He grins at you, nodding and unzipping your skirt, groaning as he sees your hips for the first time. “Fuck you’re sexy,” he caresses you softly for a moment, fingertips drifting down the jut of your waist, the curve of those hips, before grabbing them, looking at your cunt. “All beat up already, huh?”

“Shut it, back in.” He grins, fingering your knee socks and sighing.

“They’re too hot, they stay on.” His open admiration of you makes you feel so fucking good, the way his eyes worship you, leaning low and kissing you again. “So fucking sexy, y’know that?”

“Mnh, s-so are you. But you know already, conceited- ah!” Satoru’s cut you off with a bite to your lower lip, sexy glare on his face now.

“Couldn’t even walk around her house without getting wet for me, could you?” Your glare just turns him on more, while he bends down, sucking your nipple into his hot mouth as you cry out, his teeth sinking in.

“Ah!” He moans, going right to the other. “Y-you wish.”

“Bet you played with your cunt, maybe right next to your mom’s room huh?” You bite his shoulder so hard it makes him moan at the pain. “Shit.”

“Shut it. You wish I did, bet you jerked it thinking of me? Your girl’s daughter, freaky ass-” He’s bit you again on your other nipple, the pain shooting up and making your sore cunt wetter.

“I did,” you blink, so disoriented, eyes now looking up to his in shock. “Yeah, I did, thinking of that slutty dress you wore that night.”

“Shit… really?” He sighs, and before you can say anything else, Satoru turns you around now, bending your ass up in the air, moaning at the sight, the dimples in your back, the way your ass looks, he moans and slaps each cheek, as you whine out, head falling back.

“God, look at this ass, fuck…”

“Prettier from the back than mommy is?” He scowls as you look back and giggle, smacking the fuck out of your ass now. “Ah!”

“You’re so damaged,” he smacks your cunt, you’re just drooling now, eyes rolling back, so ready to be filled by him. “Already told you, prettier pussy, yummier, tighter - gotta hear how much better your ass is too?”

“Mmm! Was teasing,” you whisper, when he slips his cock back inside you, this time so deep he bottoms out in one stroke, you scream out at it, hair now in his hold as he fucks into you. “Gojo!”

“You’re so damaged baby girl, god it’s hotter than it should be,” he’s losing it inside you then, your wet, slick little cunt gripping him even tighter, balls smacking your clit with every brutal stroke, as his other hand grips your ass, marking it over and over. “Feel so much better.”

“Yeah, daddy? Ah!” Satoru’s smacked the fuck out of you again, it stings so good as he slams his cock deep, tip drooling along your cervix. “Oh my god!”

“Stop running that mouth,” he leans over, gripping your throat with one hand, long fingers wrapping it entirely, bent over you with a arm braced on the other side, as his cock is stretching you, feeling so fucking perfect even as it hurts, how big his cock is. “You’re so fucking slutty, huh?”

You nod weakly, as he starts squeezing your throat now, making it all fuzzy and heady, you’re gasping for a breath as he presses on your pulse point, cock pounding you from the back, you’re gasping for breaths as filthy smacks fill his huge room. “Oh, Gojo!”

“Satoru, call me Satoru…” he’s whispering desperately, needing it from you, and you feel his cock thickening inside your slutty, drooling hole.

“Satoru, ah!” You’re lost as he chokes you while fucking so deep, rolling his hips, making you shatter for him, walls quivering around his cock, trying to milk him for everything he has. “Satoru!”

“Wanna fill your pretty little cunt with all my cum,” he whispers, squeezing harder as he hits just that spot, and you feel the pressure in your tummy explode, screaming out as the orgasm hits. “Oh god baby, yes, cum again f’me hmm?”

You can’t not do just what he asks, blinded as he saps your oxygen with his fingers tightening over your throat, you’re fuzzy and dizzy as you scream, the sound hoarse and weak. He’s moaning and kissing you, drool spilling out the corner of your mouth, releasing your throat a bit and just gripping under your chin now. You’re shaking, cunt so wet it’s dripping onto the dark blankets.

“S-Satoru…” you whisper again, making him whine when your head falls back, he’s biting across your neck, groaning. “Feel s’good in me…”

“You feel s’good wrapped around me, f-fuck…” the phone goes off again, in the pants discarded on the floor, and he smirks as he bends down, grabbing it.

“What are you…” Satoru presses that green answer circle, before sliding back in your cunt, psycho grin and dilated blue eyes vivid as you hear her voice. You look at him, covering your mouth as you hear her voice, but he leans down, whispering in your ear.

“Make noise.” You shake your head - you can’t be that fucked up!?

Can you?

“Satoru please, just come back. I’m sorry.” She’s sobbing, her sweet little meal ticket is gone after all, he’s slamming his cock deep in you as you scream into your palm, making him laugh a bit.

“Sorry, I’m not… coming… back that is, hah-” he’s hitting those backshots harder, the filthy sound of your cunt echoing, your eyes roll back, drool spilling on your palm now as you hear her voice in the background.

“She’s manipulating you!? She wants what I have. Satoru- what’s that!?” He chuckles, bottoming out and stuffing you so full your hand falls and you scream out.

“That’s your daughter, god she’s so much tighter than you.” You gasp and glare back at him, only making him hit it harder, until there’s no denying the filthy sounds.

“Oh you are… you both… you’re a whore I swear-”

“Ah!” Satoru’s rubbing your clit, murmuring in your ear.

“Cum f’me again, hmm?”

“You’re insane!?” He grins, and you shake your head, but soon you’re shattering again, earning his moan.

“So, I need to go, gotta get your daughter pregnant.” You gasp again, mid orgasm, as your mother sputters and he hangs up on her, chuckling.

“Y-you… she’s… Satoru!”

“She won’t call again now I bet,” he’s leaning low until you’re in prone position, turning your face and kissing your soft lips. “I wanna fill you all up, baby, hmm?”

“Do you, daddy?” He glares, but his cock pulses, and you giggle, breathless, earning him shoving hard, pulling at your hair. “You like that.”

“Shut it,” he’s moaning as you tighten around him, aftershocks pulsing, as he pictures doing just that, knocking you up. “Beg for it, slutty little brat.”

“Please, daddy,” he whimpers at that, and you bite your lip. “You’re damaged too, huh?”

“Not as damaged as you,” he’s huffing, kissing you as you laugh. “You can laugh? Need to fix that.”

“Gonna teach me a lesson daddy- ah!” Satoru Gojo is so deep you feel him fucking everywhere, making you tremble, as he’s throbbing inside you. “You like it!”

“Shh. Yes.” Your breathy giggle is cut off when he chokes you again, so intimate like this, teeth sinking in your neck now. “Beg for it.”

“Daddy please fill me up - mnh!” You’re both lost then, Satoru won’t admit it but hearing you call him that makes him sensitive, whimpering as he busts deep inside your perfect little hole, your gummy walls grip his cock and pulse around it, while his white sticky load coats them. “Oh my g-god!”

“Fuck, feel her… milking my cock huh?” You just nod weakly, when he cups you under your chin, kissing you messy and desperate, you’re cumming from the warmth, from all that cum pouring down his cock, mixed with your gossamer strings of arousal swirling down his cock, his balls, to the bed.

“Mnh, Satoru…” He’s kissing you deeper, teeth sinking into your lips as you both come down, easing his strokes and softening just a bit, still so thick inside you, making you feel so full.

“You’re so fucked up, baby.” You gasp, glaring now as he eases out. “It’s okay, all your issues? Hot as fuck.”

“You’ve got your own issues then, hmm?” He smirks, pressing kisses along your shoulder blades now.

“Too many to count. Not the only one with shitty parents, sweetheart.” Satoru turns you over now, and you brush a hand across his cheek, sighing.

“Then tell me them all, daddy.” He scowls again, and you can’t stop the grin on your face, Satoru lets you get away with it a bit, because it’s just so pretty to see on your face.

“Can’t tell if you have mommy or daddy issues or both?”

“Mommy issues. You can give me daddy issues though.” His glare is so cute you can’t stop the soft smile on your lips, as you lean up, body reeling from him.

“Should beat you, I swear. I’ll grab water.” You nod, and he leaves for a moment, you lean up, his cum leaking out of you, you search for any part that feels just a little guilty for fucking and stealing your mom’s man.

But it’s not there.

You see a picture of them on the side table then, sitting up and frowning a bit as he comes back, boxers slipped on, a blunt and lighter along with water. “Wanna smoke, sweetheart?”

“You’re corrupting me, step dad.”

“I swear to god stop.” You grin again, as he sits next to you, frowning as you study the photo. “Throw it out.”

“No…” you take his lighter and light the flame, burning the image of your mother and letting it die out in the ashtray, before handing the lighter back to him. “I burned all my sashes and dresses too.”

“Part of me wants to see you in a pageant dress, but the other part knows how much you hated it.” He says softly, watching the picture burn and lighting up a blunt now. “I’d fuck you in a sash and tiara though, nothing else.”

“Would you now?” You tease, he nods, inhaling the smoke, and handing the blunt to you, his perfect body covered in dripping sweat from you. “I may have one I didn’t get rid of.”

“Shit, don’t make it hard again.” You’re straddling him, inhaling the blunt and blowing the smoke into his mouth, he’s gripping your waist, already hard under his boxers, as you two fall into each other, each finding the other’s issues unreasonably hot, both damaged as fuck and honestly morally grey - but you really don’t mind fucking your mom’s ex boyfriend all night until you’re dripping his cum.

Your mom never does call you again - what a shame :’) 

Sooo the pageant mom idea was fromm @huntyhuntycunty , also took inspo from them having met before from @yenayaps ! alsoo ty @blkkizzat for making me motivated to finally finish this hehe I love you girls <3

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[admiringlove]

a tempest gilded in ruin: teaser.

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

↬ genre: jjk x regency era au; arranged marriage au; drama; romance; angst and then fluff; slowburn basically; happy ending i promise but it takes angst to get there.

↬ warnings: none! (full warnings tba)

↬ teaser word count: 0.5k. | expected word count: 30k-ish.

↬ note: this work was specifically written for loml @gojofile, it's her birthday gift, so it'll be released on her special day, which is very soon 💌 art by @3-aem.

The following is the latest article from the gossip column, "The Veiled Quill". It is titled: A Tempest Gilded In Ruin. This copy was delivered to Highgrove House, the Viscount's residence.

My dearest gentle readers.

The impossible has come to pass—the Duke of Six Eyes, the most elusive bachelor in the kingdom, is to wed at last. Yes, you read that correctly. The very same His Grace, Gojo Satoru, known for his mastery of duels, razor-sharp wit, and a scandalous fondness for the less refined pleasures of high society, has finally been caught in the silken snare of matrimony. But before we all begin preparing our congratulatory sentiments, let us examine the matter closely—for this match is as perplexing as it is impractical.

His betrothed? The Viscount’s daughter, a lady of unimpeachable standing, one whose name has never been inked in these pages for any wrongdoing. No moonlit dalliances, no whispered improprieties, not a single rumor worth repeating. A model of grace and virtue, bound in wedlock to a lord of reckless indulgence. A match ordained by fate? Or a disaster waiting to unfold?

The Duke of Six Eyes, after all, is no ordinary noble. He is a man who bows to no one, who treats duty as a suggestion rather than a law, whose very presence in court is an unpredictable tempest—one moment dazzling with charm, the next vanishing into the night with a knowing smirk. That such a man should take a wife is scandal enough—that he should take this wife, a woman so wholly unlike him, is beyond comprehension.

And yet, dear readers, not all is as it seems.

For while the public sees a coldly arranged union, those with ears close to the court whisper of a history shared. It is said that this betrothal is not as sudden as we are meant to believe—that, in their youth, the Duke and his intended were not strangers but rather childhood acquaintances. Could it be that the ever-unattainable Gojo Satoru once harbored a softness for the Viscount’s daughter? Did they once exchange lingering glances, secret words, or something far more telling?

It is, of course, equally possible that the Duke treats this match as he does all matters of duty—with complete disregard and thinly veiled mockery. After all, has he not been seen in the finest gambling halls and gentlemen’s clubs well past the hour of reason? Does he not revel in the company of artists and libertines rather than the noble ladies who sigh longingly behind their lace fans?

Perhaps His Grace is merely playing along for now—letting the world believe he is tamed, while he quietly plots his escape.

Or perhaps—just perhaps—the storm that is Gojo Satoru has met his match.

Will this marriage be a battle of wills, a contest of untamed hearts, or something far more dangerous—a love that neither party dares to admit?

One can only wonder… and watch.

With quill in hand and ears ever listening, Phantom.

a/n. taglist for this work is now open. you may send in an ask, or comment under this post to be added! it will be released soon. until then, see you <3

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[eclipian]

Fuck AI Headmate #12

pt: fuck AI headmate #12

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

Name: Berry , Jam , Raspberry , Wildberry , Fauna , Flora , Strawberry , Apple , Fern , Mint , Befd Berv

Age: Wolfpuprianchronal | Possible Middle

Pronouns: They/Them , Thy/Thym , Thiy/Thim , Ae/Aer , Ae/Aem , Dae/Daer , Cae/Caer , Ber/Berry , Woof/Woofs , Wolf/Wolfs , Bark/Barks

Gender: Tris Fem , Fruitcoric , Berrylexic , Wildernessberryic , Mixedberric , Rasorbetgender , Rasparomic , Gendervaldema , Lupovica , Wolfthing , Wolfhonum , Wolfextranic

Attraction: Demiaroace , Wolfallion , Wolfpackim

Other IDs: Wildberry Scent , Raspberry Scent , Wolf Emsoul , Dissofruitarian

Species: Berry Wolf

Origin/Modifiers: Syspet , Extranthrope , Floragenic

Role: Passengerpet , Soother , Gatherer , Gardentender

Aesthetics: Spring , Naturecore , Bloomcore ,

Misc Info: A small squeak calls from the forest, opening your arms you meet the wonderfully smelling wolf. Berries adorning its fur, this wolf is ready to bring the calm to a system in need. No matter how "mean" a headmate may be, this bundle of fluff is ready to warm their hearts.

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , origins/modifiers , role , aesthetics , misc info

Disclaimer: Middle image is made with the use of AI. This blog does not condone or promote putting AI over real artist. This post is using it as a way to middle finger those w who try to claim AI creations as actual pieces of art. I mod music am not making prompts for the images.

tags: @bahtive & @drowntowns

[mothymayhem]

leans politely into ur inbox. yap about ur aus and lunars? 👀

Xero,,, Xero my savior /silly

OK! Heads up guys!! gonna be a big ol yap sesh! I kinda just wanna cover my aus, its sums and neat things that went into them! I should also state that most, if not all my AUs have been made in collaboration with @radio-atlas !! And most these AUs have been fleshed out alongside aem through hours of VC yapping and RPs!! So if you'd like to know more indepth stuff about these AUs Eclipse's! I'd say you ask aem! (I'm the Lunar expert/writer!)

And obvi if anyone has any specific questions on any specific AU feel free to ask

On that note! Let's begin!

= "Wonderland" AU =

aka, My evil Lunar AU! Despite it's title, it has nothing to do with the story of Alice in Wonderland! Rather i've just drawn a lot of inspiration from the animated movie for Designs and Setting! It also is more inspired by canon evil lunar/lunara! Granted it has since spiralled off from it! Here are some important things to note!

Eclipse, instead of leaving the room in "Eclipse and Lunar MANHUNT for Monty Gator in VRCHAT" to grab a weapon, attacks Lunar. This obviously plants a large seed of doubt for xem,, aswell as a small resentment for Monty

Lunar teams up alongside Monty and Moon to get rid of Eclipse, while also using Monty to get Bloodmoon a body!

Bloodmoon and Lunar dynamic! They're brothers and they have eachothers back! They also probably encourage the worst parts of one another!

Lunar plays the long game when it comes to the star! Taking the time to bond with the celestial family and wiggle his way into it! It's not hard as there is that shared ground of hating Eclipse, and overall Eclipse's treatment of Lunar! Though in the end, Lunar has some pretty severe trust and attachment issues, leaving Bloodmoon as the only people Lunar truly cares about

Post obtaining the star, Lunar and Bloodmoon sort of warp the world to their our destructive and whimsical image! Constant Blood, gore and fun! It doesn't last very long though. Especially when the ones running it are three unstable and bloodthirsty animatronics

Post star is where most the theming draws from Alice in Wonderland! The world around them shaping into that of a wonderland!

Overall, Lunar ends up the last remaining being of his world/dimension, eventually ending up hopping into another dimension, which ties to another Au (That i'm not sure i'll mention)

Wonderland Lunar so far is the only one to have a design at this given moment!:

(Granted the art is kind of old!)

and even though i'm not covering the AU for post-dimension hop here, I slide over the concept of him after "domestication", as Atlas and I have been referring to his redemption

I'mma be honest, Wonderland Lunar is probably one of my favorites of my little collection! Stinky little bastard that became the person he hated most.

= Wolf in Sheep's Clothing AU =

Biiig TW for abuse, torture and unhealthy dynamics! Definitely one of Atlas and I's darker AUs!

In sum, the cast take on much more animalistic traits and behaviourisms! I've covered the exacts in This post from a bit ago!

Most stays pretty similar to canon up until "Eclipse and Lunar REUNITE in VRCHAT", to which, Lunar is tortured to death opposed to being blown up.

Unfortunately the worst part about this AU is that Eclipse does care about Lunar, and deals out this cruelty as a form of "leveling the playing field", almost like a sick lesson on Lunar's betrayal.

After this Lunar is brought to the space station to be rebuilt/brought back after extensive damage done, to where Lunar still obtains this star power.

Admittedly this AU has no happier endings. For awhile Lunar gets some peace after his return but it doesn't last long and overall ends with Eclipse taking Lunar and manipulating him to be his personal weapon. But moving along!

It's also interesting to note that Eclipse wears Lunar's horns, from his death, in his collar!

And as the design notes state on Lamb Lunar's ref, Earth sews the ears into his hood! It's originally to match spigot! (ending on a less aawful note!)

As for designs! My lamb Lunar might be one of my more known, outside my moth Lunar!,,

Eclipse also has a design which can be found here! The rest are in conceptual phases!

= Team Dark AU =

The brothers trauma bond!! This is the best sum of this AU! The main concept is Lunar, Eclipse and Bloodmoon are all forced to play KC's idea of house in the bunker. And while I love dadcode! I also love when KC is evil and a not so great father! So the Eclipse brothers all have the lovely opportunity to set aside differences and previous greviances to work together and escape!

Bloodmoon, Lunar and Eclipse are all quite protective of eachother in this AU. The brothers initially having a distrust towards everyone around them after their escape!

With Eclipse stuck within the lab, and being watched more thoroughly on what he did and created, he taught Lunar mechanics and technology to assist! So Lunar gets a few nifty skills to which leads to an interest in creating weaponry for himself and his brothers.

We have a "Bad end" to this AU in which Lunar dies. In this "Bad end" is where Wonderland!Lunar dimension hops to.

Post-escape, the four reside under the theatre within the daycare and basically travel as a pack of sorts. As time carries on the brothers become less codependent,,, but they still don't enjoy being apart extended periods of time.

Shifting back to weaponry! Lunar crafts himself a bazooka! Putting himself in a much longer range, and something to hit heavy. Lunar however cannot take a hit! Making him somewhat of a glass canon!

Bloodmoon gets a scythe, I know, very original. Though I find it makes their kills more personal and up close! The weapon really only working as an extension of themselves!

Eclipse gets a revolver! I haven't pried too much on why with Atlas, and if i have, I admit i've just got shitty memory but it feels very distant and less personal. Also cowboy vibes!

I'll admit that a majority of the AU is brotherly shenanigans with angst! And that I do not have any designs or art to share of the AU! Although the concepts are sat neatly in my medibang waiting for a chance of life!

= "Back-up Lunar" AU =

Last one!!! Eclipse and Lunar end up in the awful situation of sharing a body after their respective deaths! Which, starts off as well as one would think with Lunar and Eclipse inhabiting a body. Though after an incident with the two fighting to front t onec, their AI temporarily merges to create an awful amalgam of the two. After this, the two seem to come to an accepting tolerance to further explore the incident, also leaving room for the two to work through some shit together!

Abyss initially is more akin to a feral and hurt beast, A mass of hatred between the brothers that is unstable. As Lunar and Eclipse form Abyss more it stablizes itself

Because Lunar still blows up in this, he has star power! Which naturally carries to Eclipse and Abyss! I'm also keeping his nanites cause I love shapeshifting and it makes giving Eclipse a design easier!

Main plot follows a failed separation from Moon that does more harm to Lunar than good, causing a strain on the two

Moon gets more desparate to get rid of Eclipse that it becomes almost obsessive. This spirals to Lunar leaving and betrayal

It's also important to note that through most this AU, Abyss is formed and acts almost as a protector of the two. Abyss also develops more to be it's own person, similar to, in lack of a better comparison, fusion from steven universe

Eclipse and Lunar can't 100% remember everything that happens when they're Abyss, it's fuzzier and almost detached from them individually. Which is where the joke comes in that Abyss enjoys theatre and sewing, While Eclipse and Lunar do not

Momentarily! Abyss teams with Ruin and Bloodmoon! Who also gets a redemption alongside the amalgam!

Another AU that has more Sillies with angst!

And I'm sure most have seen me post my baby a couple of times! But Atlas and I's precious Abyss!! :

As for Lunar and Eclipse? Lunar just has my default Lunar design which you can see here and I'm not 100% on Eclipse's just yet!

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Now obviously! These aren't all the Aus i've created or the whole stories but the main building blocks! Alot of these get worked on, added onto and played out overtime with Atlas! Though i'd honestly love more questions about any of em! and even the other characters of the AU if anyone is interested! It can be a bit hard to yap without a direction but!! AU DUMP!!!

Some of this is also written at like 2am and the rest after work and a nap, so i'm apologizing if this makes no sense or isn't as organized as I thought! ^^

[silken-threads-bah]

hello! can we please request a jackalope headmate? as in is a jackalope not based on a jackalope if that makes sense.

(^ for claritys sake that part is going to be asked to several BAH blogs. the next part is specific to yours)

silkenthreads - and please with the longer template? excluding emojis/sign off as we dont use those.

thank you!

I hope this fits what you were looking for. I had some trouble finding the credit for the art I attached, but i hope it is correct - Raphael

Name: jack, Hawke, chase, Nero

Age: adult

Pronouns: he/it (could also use: hare/hare's, bun/buns, deer/deers, xey/xem, ae/aem, hy/hymn)

Gender: masc presenting agender, he simply does not identify with a gender

Orientation: biromantic asexual

Source: n/a

Roles: anxiety holder, emotional processor

Personality: very wise, nurturing, quick to come to others' aid, soft spoken, prefers to listen than to talk, provides good advice

Likes/interests: tea, running, nature, religion, the colors green and brown, reading poetry and articles

Dislikes: loud noises, events happening too quickly, fast food/junk food, hunters, pollution, deforestation

Kins: n/a

Other/extra info: sometimes wears a pair of round glasses, no one's quite sure where he keeps them or how they stay on its face.

Species: jackalope

Faceclaim:

First is by mlyeko, second is by katekennedy_art on Twitter

[33550336th]

🎮🩹💘🥯😊 for Astricus!

🎮 — What are three of your OC's favourite hobbies?

Astrogone: Skygazing, writing, and gardening. Out of the four main Everlighters, xe's more interested in appreciating and interacting with nature and outer space, in which xe does hold the most special connections to them from xyr parents being the Sun and Moon and surrogate guardian being the Earth. Writing has been a thing that xe has done since xe was a child in order to help xem convey xyr thoughts and emotions. This tool becomes a hobby of art where Astrogone engages in not only journaling, but poetry and storytelling as well. Xe's an author well known for xyr emotional driven poems and science and / or fantasy novels.

Aelius: Bake-cooking, photography, puzzle solving. Aer hobbies are known to be calmer and relaxing. Ae has done a lot of cooking as a child when taking care of Astrogone and the Everlight Cluster during times of neglect, so it's now a hobby Aelius finds joy and comfort in while putting aem in greater ease. They like to keep their mind busy so they enjoy various puzzle games help their mind run with many options and possibilities to play on. Memories is an important aspect to Aelius due to the Cluster's collective fear of losing them, hence, ae plays a crucial role of storing and maintaining memories by creating photos around the Cluster.

Aethyr: Acting, singing / dancing, acrobatics. She enjoys conveying herself through voice and body. Acting is what they have always done since childhood, even as a form of manipulation so that they and their Cluster can pass by the moments of harm and danger. He believes everything and everywhere hold a reflection that people can see themselves in, and how they view and express themselves is up to them. Hers are more based on music along with flexible and rhythmic physicality, hence singing and dancing and engaging in art of balance is important to them.

Abysm: Drawing, guitar playing, parkour. Physical and hands on based hobbies are more of Abysm's interest. Originally, it was into the violent forms such as fighting, but Aelius and Astrogone have expressed their concerns that its violent hobbies could potentially harm itself and / or others. It took a very long progress to get Abysm to engage in visual arts instead for it to focus on, which does help ease it. It still engages in parkour as it loves the thrill and adrenaline from this. Because there's less unpredictability, it's allowed to get into parkour. It enjoys playing its guitar and making rock-metal music which brings it comfort and joy.

🩹 — Does your OC have any physical and / or mental disabilities?

Astricus / the Everlight Cluster as a whole is a cosmic being, so while human labels and conditions don't apply to xem, having to inhabit in a human vessel, xe does have experiences that are human equivalent to ADHD, autism, C-PTSD, depersonalization-derealization, paresthesia, synesthesia, and some form of intellectual disability due to absent / delayed learning opportunities from abuse and neglect in Astrogone's childhood. Astricus have a Core ( the very existence of Celestes, like xem ) that was eventually fragmented into a Core Cluster due to xem facing various prolonged traumas across multiple lifetimes, which at this point now exist similar to one having DID by having multiple distinct individuals inhabiting the same life and vessel while holding a permanent connection with each other, akin to a bright star that was split into a brighter constellation.

💘 — What and / or who do(es) your OC consider the most important to them?

With how much Astrogone loves and cares infinitely of xyr connections, xe considers xyr loved ones as most important to xem, including from xyr terrestrial and extraterrestrial families, starmates ( the Everlight Cluster ), xyr starsoul / forever lover ( Caine ), to friends regardless how close. Aelius sees the Everlight Cluster as so due to aem being more fiercely protective and solicitous towards aer Cluster since the beginning of their creation. Aethyr simply believes in the concept that "as long as you're having the most joy and fun in life, nothing more can matter than your most fulfilled life" would be most important when he's not as sensitive and emotionally affected to Astrogone and Aelius. However, Abysm is the only one who sees everything and everyone neutrally or equally, holding low to no emotional values or interests in any aspects of life. It's still alive and that's enough to it.

🥯 — What does your OC's typical breakfast look like? Do they usually eat breakfast?

Astrogone tends to go for the small meals, like having cereals, waffles and pancakes, baked goods as especially egg tarts and cookies. Xe'll enjoy having fruit juice or milk. Sometimes, xe'll have fruits that doesn't take much time to prepare like apples and clementines. Xe will usually have something sweet. The sweeter to start off the day, the better. Xyr most favourite breakfast is peanut butter and jam sandwiches. Xe eats breakfast meals often, but there may be times xe'll miss them due to being distracted or having hectic mornings.

Aelius usually have the most diverse while consisting a lot of ingredients that are healthy like with fruits and vegetables, such as casserole and scrambles eggs with herbs. If in a rush, ae'd have fruits or other smaller healthy meals like oatmeal and yogurt. Ae'd wake up early to prepare more detailed meal for aemself and aer Cluster. Will usually go for a tea that can keep them bright and energetic across the day. Aelius is the one who will always have aer breakfast meals, never missing a day if they were the one in control.

Aethyr also tends to have the most diverse meals prepared for herself and his Cluster, but rather savoury and sophisticated. Eggs with bacon, potato burritos, sandwiches with salad, tomatoes, and ham. He also buys food outside the most. Usually, there's a lot of good on the Cluster's plate if Aethyr is the one preparing that consists other starmates' main breakfasts combined like fruits for Aelius, sweets for Astrogone, and caffeine for Abysm. Aethyr will sometimes eat, depending on their mood.

Abysm doesn't usually have much for breakfast beyond bagels and toasts ( that are coated heavily with sugar or hot spice, depending on its mood ). It will generally have coffee while it have caffeine the most than the other main Everlighters, always having two to three spoons of sugar in its drink. Sometimes, when reminded by Astrogone or Aelius, it'll take a fruit to eat along when going out, mainly berries. It rarely to never have breakfasts due to its lack of interest in food and care of eating at regular hours, but it may take them if prompted by Astrogone or Aeius.

😊 — What are your OC's career / general life desires? What do they want to get the most out of life?

Astrogone: Originally, xe wanted to work in the astronomy field like xyr childhood best friend, Dae-hwan "Mortimer" Cho, who's an astronomy and astrophysics professor, but xyr intellectual disability in this lifetime prevents xem from being able to get the grades xe needed in certain subject areas to enroll in the required courses. Xe eventually decided to get into the arts field and earned a bachelor degree before entering the creative lifestyle of being an actor, artist, and writer. Astrogone wants to be a force of inspiration and a reminder of love, that regardless of everything, there will forever be a light for the lost and loneliness to find. Xe wants to live a life where xe loves all and most, having to leave a mark of star that the universe in its glints and glimmers: You will always be loved.

Aelius: Aelius only wishes the most happiness and success and love for the Everlight Cluster, especially for Astrogone who they hold closest connection to. They have taken care of the Cluster at most in various lifetimes since early age, so it's natural for aem as the Cluster's internal self helper and primary protector to want the Everlight Cluster to thrive and live the most fulfilling life, and ae'd always be more than content to be with aer starmates to love and support them.

Aethyr: As simple as this may be, he cares more about experiencing the most pleasure in life than anything else. Her life goals are more casual and less deeply thought in comparison to Aelius and Astrogone. They want to have all of the fun and whimsy out of life. They would want to die with a bright smile on their face and even twinkles in their eventual grayed eyes. Of course, she'd want his Cluster to live and die happy as well, though. They just wanna have fun, is all.

Abysm: Originally for the longest of time, Abysm didn't think there's anything for it to look up to or forward to. It didn't believe it was truly real or alive, so it was difficult for Abysm to find something in life as a value or reason that it can hold onto. However, over time, Abysm did end up finding purposes in its very being.

[dazzlingqwq]

intro posts my beloathed.. alright, time to make this.

DAZ'S INTRO POST WOW WOOHOO!!! ☆

✧ Hi! As you can see, i'm Daz (masc, he/ae), but i also go by...

~ Cas! (masc, he/ae)

~ Jazz! (fem, she/they/ae)

~ Alex! (fem+masc, he/ae/any)

~ Flow! (fem, she/ae)

~ Shady! (masc/gn, ae/aem)

~ Saki! (masc/fem/gn, she/he/ae)

~ Zee! (gn, ae/any)

(theres more, but these are my mains!)

Now, you might be going "Daz, why is there pronouns and term thingys by names?" (or you might not idfk), and i have an answer for you!

My brain does this thing where, when i get called by a certain name, it also wants to be called by certain terms, and certain pronouns. No idea why, just please respect that.

Anyway, continuing on!!!

Current fandoms:

~ Coroika (Splatoon manga)

~ Splatoon

~ Owari no Seraph

~ Pokemon

~ Parkour Civilization

~ Object shows (mainly II and BFDI)

~ Zettai BL

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Past fandoms:

~ Omori, Undertale, FNAF, TD, umm.... ion remember...

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Other things:

~ Minor, but im fine w/semi suggestive asks n shit. just no intense nsfw!!!!!!

~ i use brainrot slang ironically i swear

~ more active on discord!!! ask to add me!!

~ either "^_^ !!!!! :3" type person or "🗣️🔥❗💪" type person

~ if i meow its because its a very common vocal stim of mine!!!!! im not a discord kitten i swear

~ i run @rimzzy (half rim coroika ask blog :3)

~ i ALSO run @aurelius-tmf (emf parkour civilization ask blog !!)

~ I don't really have a DNI (other than basic crit, look it up if you dont know it :p), just don't be weird

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Tag guide:

~ #dazzling talks : just me talking :3

~ #late night shows : long posts!!

~ #guest star celebrity : asks answerwd ^_^

~ #sparkle tool : art tag

~ #reblog : reblogz

☆Special Tags☆

~ #agent-marusankisser : a tag dedicated to my moot that goes under the same user. she used to spam my inbox enough that she became her own tag! there are still some untagged maru posts, but like. barely any.

~ #nova's oc files : a tag dedicated to my moot @/novatheassholeofacat !! they came to me to ask for interactions (specifically the rp blog kind, since their main has kinda turned into a rp blog!), and i obliged. All of the posts under this tag have some relation to Nova's oc(s)! All posts about this have been tagged!

~ #dazzles oc shenanigans : the tag name describes itself! It's a tag dedicated to all of my oc posting and shenanigans! I tried scrolling back to tag as many oc posts as i can, but im sure theres some out there that are currently untagged. This tag will get more used in the future >:)

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Custom made userboxes!

(box no.1 : THIS USER CANT PLAY SPLATOON!!! and is SUFFERING!!!!!! (no nintendo online))

(box no.2 : this user is EXETREMELY normal about coroika. Trust me. please.)

(box no.1 : this user is stuck in a BL...)

[patch-is-disabled]

Introduction

(PT: introduction)

- Last updated August 13 2024

Part 1. Basic about me

(PT: part 1. Basic about me)

I’m The Patchwork Quilt but you can call me Patch.

My pronouns in order of preference are: sof/soft, lem/lemon, ae/aem, they/them, yellow/yellow, red/red. For more information on how to use these pronouns please see this link

I am Mad, I am Crazy, I am Psychotic, I’m a Cripple. I am queer

I am disabled socially, physically, cognitively, mentally, emotionally, and in communication. The conditions that most disable me currently are Autism, Cognitive Disabilities, Dependent Personality Disorder, and Disabling Fatigue. I will not list all of my diagnosis because that’s simply too long. I mention things as they are relevant. I’m currently trying to figure out if I’m Hard Of Hearing.

I am a HC-DID system. I have experienced RAMCOA/OEA/TMBC. My system works different then yours.

I wear orthotics that are somewhere between AFOs and SMOs. I use mobility aids (rollator and powerchair) and AAC. I am visibly disabled both with my mobility aids and without. I can not mask well at all.

I have experienced special education, general education, and gifted education. It was all awful and traumatizing.

Part 2. Before you follow/Morals

(Part 2. Before you follow/Morals)

I am a leftist

I attempt to live my life following the 10 principles of disability justice

Free Palestine

I am part of Cripple Punk. You have to be physically disabled to be part of Cripple Punk

I support all good faith identities

I have no opinion on syscourse and I don’t want to hear about it

I don’t tolerate any stigma about any condition or disorder including cluster-B personality disorders

I don’t have an opinion about shipping discourse because I don’t understand it and I don’t want to hear about it.

I am supportive of self diagnosis but please do not use anything I say on this blog as a resource for your own self diagnosis unless I say you can

Similarly you are welcome to submit an ask for writing/drawing advice, but please do not use anything I say as writing/art advice, unless I say you can

To be crystal clear I do not support TERFs, zionists, cops, people who identify as “transabled” or disability fetishists

I am against psychiatry as an institution, I generally align myself with anti-psychiatry views and values. I am pro-recovery but against forced recovery

I support the land back movement

Part 3. Good To Know For Interaction

(Part 3. Good To Know For Interaction)

My disabilities afffect literally everything I do including my tumblr use. Please have patience with me. I am disabled in many many ways and I act like it.

My communication abilities change and fluctuate, as does my ability to write. Feel free to ask if you don’t understand something.

My expressive language skills are better than my receptive language skills. This means I often don’t understand. When asking for clarification I say “I’m sorry I don’t understand.” This is a script of mine. It is not useful to tell me I don’t have to apologize.

I use we/us and I/my language interchangeably.

I understand image descriptions are important but I often cannot provide them.

I aim to center the most marganilized people in our community. This means those with severe disabilities, those with high support needs, people who rely on carers and other support personal, visibly disabled/different people, etc.

If repition is triggering for you this blog might not be for you. I often repeat and I can not reliably tag it.

I do not understand how others perceive me, I struggle with perspective taking. If you want me to know that you see me as a friend or mutual you must explicitly say it. I do not take hints well, if you want me to know something just say it.

I have DID, if I say contradictory things know I said what was true/thought/believed the first time, and it has shifted since then. I am not lying.

Part 4. Boundaries

(Part 4. Boundaries)

I’ve experienced ABA therapy, and I have nuanced feelings about it but if you have not experienced it I don’t care about your opinion, I don’t want to hear it please be quiet.

We don’t share who’s fronting or discuss individual alters.

I’m 18, if your blog contains NSFW content untagged I’ll soft-block you.

Ask me to tag triggers and I’ll do my best.

Do not send me "x believes y, delete your reblog" type asks unless you attach evidence

I do not want my posts screenshotted or posted to other platforms

I am one person, I do not speak for everyone, and I’m certainly not perfect

Tumblr dms are mostly inaccessible to me, if we are having an extended conversation I prefer discord etc.

Part 5. Fun things

(Part 5. Fun things)

I’m attending college for a degree in disability studies

I love cats (I have 2), art, Ireland, dolls/miniatures/dioramas/toys, disability justice, D&D, dimension 20/dropout/WBN, hadestown, and collecting pins, stickers and cool trinkets. I bring my comfort item (a doll) and a blanket almost everywhere I go.

My main blog is @the-patchwork-quilt it gets minimal use. For non-disability stuff I have @patch-reblogs-things. My love for Dropout, Dimension 20, and worlds beyond number is contained in @aelwyns-16-cats.

I love talking to people and answering questions don’t be afraid to reach out. I don’t bite!

The end. Thank you for reading :) (smiley face)

[aemasca]

Pixelart of Ivy from Lackadaisy !

[aem-ol]

Day 4: AU (Fantasy w/ Elf Baxter and Dragonkin Cici)

What do you even do when the lonely dragonkin that you befriended, angered, and ghosted decades ago suddenly show up to confront you?

Entry for @minthe-drawings 's BaxterMc Week!

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Spoilers teasers for three!!!! new stories coming soon to my account

‘’What do you know of this house?’’ Her grey bright eyes slowly glance over the painting. ‘’House Balarion.’’ She nods to the painting. The old lady in your grandmother’s retirement home asks.

You tell her what you learned in history, in art history to be more specific.  ‘’I know Balerion used to be the Valyrian god of death and the underworld.’’ You tell her.

Aemma approaches you, a kind hopeful glimmer in her eyes, precious as a diamond. She takes your hands into her own, handing you something. When you open your hands, there lies a locket, a clear dragon-shaped locket.

‘’I have seen it in your eyes. I see a hunger, a curiosity for the unknown. I think you can bring me and my family what we always wanted.’’

‘’What is that?’’ You wonder.

Her eyes sting briefly with tears before she clutches you tightly. ‘’Peace.’’ You gawk at her as she leans closer. ‘’Watch out for the black big dragon. Yes, you will. You will…watch out…for the black…big…dragon…he is watching you…’’ She mutters, as she softly strumbles away from you, to her room. ‘’It will become clear soon. All will be revealed. Trust no one. You can trust…no one…’’ 

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You sit on Aemond’s bed, after he helps you with the letter and hides it from Visery’s watchful eyes. You have decided to trust him. ‘’So this old lady, in my grandmother’s retirement home, she has a painting of the house, this house-.’’

‘’That’s spooky.’’ He comments but he does not tell you are crazy. Not yet at least. ‘’It’s gets a lot more spookier.’’ You take off your necklace, opening the locket so he can see for himself. Inside is the picture of the girl. ‘’I think this is Aemma. And I think that old Lady used to live here.’’ Aemond’s brows narrow, as he studies the picture.

‘’And I think that Viserys had something to with the death of her parents.’’ His good eye slightly widens at your confession. ‘’I think he knew what this house was hiding. And that’s why he had to get rid of them.’’

‘’How and why would he?’’

‘’Because somewhere in this house, lies a treasure.’

—-

Daemon brings the cigarette to his lips before smoking, when studying y/n as she and Aemond read books together. ‘’I don’t like her. That new girl is hiding something.’’ He mutters. ‘’She and Aem sneak to Visery’s basement a lot.’’ 

His best friend, Jacaerys laughs.

‘’They are probably just feeling each other up and making out.’’

‘’Hm. Probably…’’ But Daemon is no fool and knows the smell of gold, treasure and money all too well.

—-

Aegon grabs his younger brother by the throat, his big eyes full of terror Aemond never saw before. With shaking hands, he takes the dagger from Aemond. ‘’I want you to stop scooping and to stop messing with things you both don’t understand. Do you want to end up like the Arryns?’’ Aegon asks, rapidly shaking Aemond until he blurs out an answer.

‘’Why, what happened to the Arryns?’’

Aegon huffs, putting the candles away.

‘’Nothing good. Please, brother. Take this advice to heart. Stop waking the dead.’’

—

You sit on your grandmother’s bed. Since you and Aemond have awakened the curse, to start the trials, she has entered a coma. And so has Aegon. The trials must be solved in time, so the treasure can be found, and returned back to Valyria, lifting the curse before it's too late. Aemond holds you tightly as you sob into his arms. ‘’It is too much, Aem. It is way too much.’’

‘’I know. But we must find the treasure, before Daemon or Viserys.’’ He murmurs. ‘’We must.’’

You clean your face, as you slowly look up in the mirror. Behind you stands a silver-haired woman, wearing a ivory classic Valyrian gown with dragon details. In her hand, she holds a dagger. She takes one look at your necklace before she aims the dagger at your throat. 

‘’You will hand me back all that you people stole from me, or you will meet your demise.’’

—The house of Balerion,  based on the Dutch show: Het huis Anubis, based on the legends surrounding the curse of the graverobbers, based on the ‘’curse of the mummy.’’ on my account soon.

IDEA 2 STARTS HERE

‘’I’ve never been afraid of the water, let alone of the sea.’’-Unsinkable, Lotte van den Noort.

Dear Highest honoured guest,

It is with great pride and pleasure,

that we announce the launch of our luxurious passenger ship, the Balarion. She will depart on her maiden voyage on April 10. Designed by the Velyaron seahorse line, they ensure this ship to be the newest of the newest with luxuries out of this world. Balarion will be talked about for generations, perhaps centuries to come. The designer of the ship, Corlys Velyaron, calls the ship his newest beautiful and biggest entry yet, giving her the nickname: Unsinkable. 

We expect a smooth voyage with Captain Viserys Targaryen, and we expect to see you soon. 

-Head of the Velyaron administration, Laenor Velyaron.

IDEA 3 STARTS HERE

Are you

Are you

Coming to the tree

‘’I’ve had nothing left to lose when I started the games.’’

Where they strung up a man

they say who murdered tree

‘’But now i do. I’ve become a symbol. A symbol of hope, of possibility. And he wants me dead. I killed his brother, his father, and set his world on fire. But he threw me back in the arena. He tried to kill me first.’’

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be…

‘’For years, all I wanted was to do nothing with the corrupt regency of my father. The games were a distraction, he always said it. A way to control the masses. I was to be the head game maker. Now? Now I’m the president. The last remaining man of my father’s bloodline. And I will destroy that girl.’’

If we met at midnight,

In the hanging tree.

-Based on the Hunger games movies)

I hope this made someone a little excited. It was great for plotting lollol

[madamechrissy]

Veiled Secrets

art is by @3-aem they're insanely talented 🥹

pairings- emperor! gojo x arranged empress! reader

summary -you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do with all of that, he doesn't even come to your first meeting - rude! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts, but it turns out he doesn't know that you're not happy to be here either. Leaving your past love behind and everything you know for a foreign country, just to be unwanted by your new 'husband' is almost enough to break you. You're ready to go through the motions, play your role, but do you really know who Emperor Gojo is?

contents/warnings - Historically INNACURATE asf, heavy angst, depression, enemies to lovers, longing, mutual pining, explicit smut, back and forth games, court tactics, Satoru being a hoe, reader missing her lover Suguru, a fuck ton of drama and games, he falls first and he falls hard. This chap - light angst, some fluff, Gojo getting character development, Lola being a bitch, jealousy, Satoru falling hard, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, anal play, multiple orgasms, creampie, a lil breed kink, some more angst, lots of feelings WC- 13.2k- it's a long one

<<<part two - playlist - part four (soon)

Part Three

“Oh Satoru, come here!” Lola is crooking her finger that afternoon, after having lifted her silk robes up, showcasing a little trail of sugar she’s sprinkled on her thigh for him. “Don’t you like sweets?”

He chuckles a bit, but he hesitates, and it truly makes no sense for him to do so, to halt before enjoying his favorite girl. Or… she was… no, she surely is, it’s not as if you even can stand him, especially after he yanked your lover’s necklace off you. It still sits there on his nightstand, broken, just like whatever moment the two of you had right before it.

You asked him to put it in, to take you - not just take you either, to take your innocence, lost in his touch, he could feel how you reacted, the way you arched for him, the noises you made. Yet he could not do anything, not with that man’s letters on your neck, infuriating him when he realized just how in love you clearly were with him, made true by your reaction.

The hurt in your eyes haunted him all night, yet he decided to add fuel to the proverbial fucking fire, and give you the Gojo family jewelry. He knew what it would do, but he wants you to himself, he wants and needs to claim you. Your heart is spoken for - whereas his has never been, and he can’t compartmentalize how that truly makes him feel, or figure out why.

Why does he find no interest in her anymore? Hard and throbbing from you, twice now, he’s not sought out anyone, and even now, he can’t picture licking her like he usually enjoyed to do. How, when you taste just that certain way, when your eyes roll back and your lips part, when your back arches up and he feels you quivering, your limbs trembling for him?

You eclipse everything, and it’s infuriating.

“Satoru, come here,” Lola giggles as she grabs his attention again. Satoru realizes that he’s just sitting there, lost. He chuckles good naturedly - it’s fake - then walks over to her, dropping onto one knee, his fingers brushing across smooth skin. “It’s the sweetest sugar.”

“Mmm, I bet it is,” he leans down, tongue lapping at the white powder now, he feels her heat even from mid thigh, burning against his hand. There was a time just a week ago he’d be hard from that, but he feels no effect aside from tasting sweetness on his tongue. “It is sweet.”

“Right, we can put some here,” she sprinkles more, and he chuckles, licking her skin up higher, pausing then when he hits the apex of her hip, sighing. She whines out, her head falling back, thighs spread eagerly, but he does not go forward. “Should I sprinkle it everywhere?”

“I fear I do not want to fill up for dinner,” he murmurs, earning a confused look from her now. “I must say hi to the other girls too.”

“No, I thought I was your favorite,” she tugs at his silky gold robes now, pouting all pretty, until he’s between her thighs. “Maybe I should lick some off you, would you enjoy that, Satoru?”

“I…” Is he about to turn down a fucking blowjob too? Not like it works currently, not even when she bounces her tits right out, and he brushes a pert nipple with his thumb. “I fear that I have much to do.”

“This week of spending all this time with her is torture,” she’s kissing him, and usually when Satoru kisses, he does get hard, he loves kissing, but it’s doing fucking nothing. “What’s going on?”

“I’m stressed, I suppose, there are many things on my mind.”

“I think you should put a baby in me.” She says with a giggle, reminding him of his very duty as emperor, one he’s evaded successfully so far.

But how could he do anything with her, when he doesn’t even find anyone fucking attractive all because of you. If he sat there and really contemplated it, that fact is terrifying, the fact that he keeps making you hate him more and more, when you’re fast becoming all his thoughts, swirling and maddening.

Part of him wants to fix it, part of him wants to destroy it, self loathing and complete masochism, hurt himself with you hating him more and more. Could it ease the hurt that you love someone else? Could it somehow fix him from whatever spell you’ve cast - like some witch or siren with your eyes, with your sounds, with whatever energy you had.

He got hard getting beat by you at chess, but nothing with bouncy tits in his face, was this the true fall of Emperor Gojo?

“Ahem,” he hears it then, his mother, while he’s in a compromising position. Even though he’s well within his rights, he knows his mother’s opinions on this, so he pulls back to Lola’s displeasure. “Why are you here, and not with your bride, hmm?”

“Mama…”

“Don’t you Mama me,” she taps her foot, crossing her arms while Satoru pulls back and stands. “You know you have to at least spend some time with her?”

“Yes, I know,” he says goodbye quickly, Satoru’s mother looks at Lola with distaste - considering Lola’s mother was the sister of Satoru’s dad’s favorite concubine, he supposes it’s a reason she doesn’t like her. “Sorry mama.”

“Hmm,” She glares icy blue eyes at him, while Lola rushes out of the drawing room. “I hate to say this, but rumors abound.”

“Rumors of what?” He asks, raising a brow.

“You know what, Satoru. Not consummating your marriage for one, also touching your wife in front of the help!? Like she’s some common girl? Do you know the disrespect you’ve shown her!?”

“Shit,” he slumps in his seat. His mother had no problem taking anyone the fuck down, she often scared all the men at court - his dad included. “It wasn’t like that.”

“No? I heard her ladies whispering, I saw your wife crying this morning. Care to explain how you’re here with another woman rather than trying to make sure she’s taken care of?”

He raises a brow now, scoffing. “Seriously, I’m the emperor, you know how this goes.”

“Your father gave me at least a few months before he ran off, and he never displayed things publicly. Kissing those girls in the halls!?”

He curses, when she comes up to him, furious now. “It’s not…”

“No,” she cuts him off now. “You’re making the Gojo family name look bad. And for all your father’s faults, he never conducted himself this way.”

He looks down, nothing made him feel more ashamed than his mother’s disappointment, considering she’s the only one who felt pride or love for him - his father was cold, distant. He sees her own hurt in her eyes, as if he’s unlocking painful memories for her, ones he barely remembers as a young boy.

“An emperor does indeed have concubines, but he respects his wife, at least publicly, he does not make her a spectacle. I’m so disappointed.”

“Shit, I didn’t… it wasn’t my intention to embarrass her.” It truly wasn’t, he just desired to touch you, and couldn’t hold back.

“No? But it was to make her cry?” He can’t stand to look into her eyes, when she’s right, the hurt on your face is burned in his brain. “Answer me.”

“Yes, I wanted to hurt her,” he admits softly, her brows raise, and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck at her scrutiny. “You don’t understand, she’s in love with someone else.”

“And you have women all over. I just found you between Lola’s thighs.”

“We didn’t… I wasn’t…”

“Let her have her feelings for a first love, there’s enough we sacrifice. I didn’t raise you to be cruel, not at all, even as your father tried to do so,” she sniffles, and Satoru looks up at the ceiling, the intricate patterns - studying them as he now  swallows the guilt.

“I do not mean to be cruel.”

“Perhaps not. But remember, she’s bound to you and all alone - god everyone is mean to that girl just existing. No friends, no family, I assure you it is a lonely existence. I went through it.”

“But everyone loved you, dad even.” He mumbles, Kiyotaka walks in now, pouring his sake in the little ceramic cup. “I didn’t intend to hurt her, I just got very upset at it.”

“Why do you care if she loves someone?” Her words hit too close, as always. Satoru sighs again, shaking his head, sipping the drink with his lips to the cup, letting the warmth burn down his throat. 

“You expect me to let her frolic around with her lover’s necklace, mother?”

“Now I’m ‘mother’ hmm?” He sighs, and she pours herself a little glass of sake, he never sees her drink, it surprises him as she swallows it down. “You’re driving me to drink now.”

“I didn’t realize you’re such a fan of hers. She’s a mean little thing.”

“Well I do like her, and I don’t find her mean - perhaps it’s her reacting to you.” He hates when she’s right, when she wipes her lips and then leans over, putting a hand over his on the table. “You’re a good person, Toru.”

“The old nickname huh?” He smiles a bit though, holding her hand for a moment, she still wears his dad’s wedding band. “She infuriates me, constantly, like nothing I’ve ever encountered. She doesn’t like me, or have any interest.”

She pulls back now, frowning. “Why would she, she’s been forced into this.”

“And I don’t want that,” she nods a bit. “I didn’t want them to drag her away from her knight anymore than she did, I’m sure.”

“But she’s here now. You have everything at your fingertips, but all she’ll have will be any children you bear. That’s what we wives get, not even the joy of being a favored concubine, do you have to make it worse for her?” He pours another glass, swallowing the rice wine down far too quickly.

“Are you done with your wicked tongue lashings?”

“No, not until you at least try, all the servants and people are talking, I need you to make an effort - and licking Lola’s thigh isn’t helping.”

“Would it make it any better if I didn’t feel like doing it?” She blinks a bit in surprise, his cheeks flush as he admits it.

“You still chose to come here rather than check on her, so no. Perhaps you should let her know where your interests lie,” she stands then, brushing back his hair affectionately. “I am sorry to come across this harshly with you.”

“No you’re not.” She smiles now, his mother really is evil, no wonder she likes you so much.

Evil loves evil.

“Make an effort, take her on a walk today, talk to her, you may be surprised by what you find.” She leaves him now, letting him contemplate her words carefully, he knows they’re all glaringly obvious.

“You agree, don’t you Kiyotaka?” His right hand man sighs, shutting the door now. “You may speak on it.”

“The display last night was inappropriate, it’s one thing I suppose with the concubines, but she is your empress,” his words are soft spoken and careful, as if he’s terrified to face Satoru’s wrath. “I understand the excitement, but for her it must have been quite embarrassing.”

“I see,” he traces his finger along the ceramic rim of the little glass, picturing you in his mind. “She hates me.”

“Have you given her a reason not to?”

“No more speaking freely.” He glares at him now, and he pushes up his monocle a bit, bowing.

“Yes, your majesty, anything else you require?” He asks this while still bowing, not looking at Satoru at all, eyes lowered.

“Yes, if you could ask the empress if she would like to walk with me along the gardens, she may say yes if you do.” Kiyotaka bows again, but Satoru sees his little smile before he turns away.

He’s sure the girls will be just a little upset he doesn’t visit, and he’s sure you’ll be fucking furious and turn down his offer, he doesn’t care about the first part - but his mother’s words are echoing in his ears. He’s so infuriated and jealous that he’s let it make him truly cruel to you - part of him really wants to mend it, but there’s still a part that would love to fuck every thought of the knight from your brain.

*****

“Tell him to fuck himself,” Kiyotaka sighs then, and you sigh yourself, shaking your head as the poor man is doing his job. “You can’t tell him that, I know.”

“Perhaps it’s worth meeting him? He…”

“He what?” You touch your bare neck, heart hammering in your chest, so much so you feel sick. “Wants to torture me more than just dinner now?”

“He seems to want to try-”

“He just wants to taunt me, fuck with me. If he would just do his duty then leave me to rot away.” You slump down on your bed, Kiyotaka awkwardly shifts a bit, you catch his eye. “Sorry, that was too much information.”

“It’s already… known…” You sit up, he still stands awkwardly by the door, as if fucking terrified to come in further than the entrance to your room.

“I see, rumors spread fast,” he just nods a bit. “Well, you saw more than enough of me, hmm?”

“My lady,” he’s a blushing mess, looking away. “I did not look, I promise.”

“I am sure you did not, but what even was that display? Why would I even bother to see him?”

“Shall I tell him no?” Kiyotaka frowns a bit, you instantly feel horrible.

“No, I shall meet him, I do not want him to be mean to you.”

“He’s not mean…” You blink at him. “He’s just… difficult.”

“A dick.” Kiyotaka snorts, then covers his mouth, head hanging in shame. “I like you, you know.”

“I think you’ll like him too if you give it a chance,” you scoff now, shaking your head. “I’m sorry about your necklace.”

“You know about it?” He nods, frowning now. “Does he confide in you?”

“He does, we are quite close.”

“Well, I hate him, but I’ll be nice just for you,” you stand up, patting him on the shoulder, he takes your hand then, kissing it with a little pop of his lips.

“Thank you, I’ll bring you to him?” You nod, resigned to the fact that you like Kiyotaka enough to go near the stupid emperor.

Your eyes catch the glinting blue necklace, the one you’re to wear tonight - the one you threw across the room this morning, almost shattered it to pieces, before sobbing, trying to pull yourself together. This morning was even harder than last night, the longing, the desire to just have him back in your life again, you’re so delusional you dreamt of him saving you.

You follow Kiyotaka, hands in front of you, Lola sees you and scowls outright, rather than her usual smirk or fake smile. You haven’t done shit to the girl, and to be honest you don’t understand her insolence - aside from the showing at chess where you asked her to compose herself. She bumps into your shoulder then, while you’re walking through the spacious breezeways outside.

“Excuse me!” She feigns innocence, you’re rubbing your shoulder, and her ladies are giggling behind their fans. “The empress, how dare I!?”

“Miss,” Kiyotaka stares at her now, and she laughs with her girls, stepping close to you, adjusting your sleeve just a bit. “Leave the empress alone.”

“Oh, you have an admirer!” She’s giggling again, touching your cheek, and you itch to smack the fuck out of her, hand trembling. “Certainly not your husband.”

“What is your issue!? You can have him whenever you wish, I haven’t asked him to stay away? I simply asked it not in public.” She blinks then, frowning a bit at your hushed whisper, before she scowls again.

“You’re lying.”

“Me, what do I have to lie about? Especially to a common little bitch like you,” Lola gasps, as do her ladies, before she raises her hand as if to smack you, only for a hand to grip her wrist. You exhale, heart pounding in your chest, expecting to see Kiyotaka, but he’s gently touching your shoulder instead, making you look in confusion at who is gripping her.

Satoru?

“My lady are you all right?” He asks carefully, while you still stare in shock at Gojo, who’s got Lola panicking now, scowling down at her.

“The fuck is that, you mean to put your hands on your empress?” He demands softly, people start to gather, and Lola starts crying now, everyone is murmuring across the courtyard.

“She called me a bitch!” She hisses through her teeth, he scoffs, shaking his head now, and you fully expect him to cuss you out, to take her side, tensing for the inevitable blow.

“If she did, you should just walk away, you have no right to ever raise a fucking hand to her, get out of my sight while I decide just what to fucking do with you.” She gasps, as does everyone around them in ear shot, you’re frozen, looking up at him, trembling.

“Satoru don’t-”

“Get out.” He whispers again, letting her go to run off now, her ladies following her, a trail of glittery tears falling behind her. He turns, the light catching his face just so, bright and beautiful light against his perfect skin, his eyes swirling storms when he holds out his hand, as if to touch you, then thinks better of it. “Are you all right?”

“I am…” You should still hate him, one kind gesture can’t mean anything… but you don’t have it in you not to acknowledge he did the right thing. “Um, thank you, your majesty.”

You’re bowing a bit, Satoru’s still flushed and raging at what happened, at the fact that he almost killed his former favorite girl for trying to hit you. His pulse is racing in his ears as he studies you, you stand up from where you’ve bowed, looking under your lashes, and for once Satoru doesn’t see hatred or disgust. It’s not affection, but it is some sort of softness he senses.

You’re even more breathtaking like this, the way your lips sit apart, the way your lashes lower just so, how the sunlight dances along your hair. His pin is prominent, right next to another one, earrings dangling gently from your ears, he aches to just caress the cheek Lola almost smacked, a longing filling him that he’s never known.

He’s known what it is to desire - but this feels like more.

You seem fragile to him now, so delicate compared to this palace, the grounds, everyone around all of you, swirling and whispering, all the eyes are on you. His mother’s words make more and more sense - that you’re alone, you are all alone, just standing there, getting treated so terribly - and for what? What did you do to deserve anything?

And he’d been the worst to you, taken away the thing that comforts you in a fit of selfish rage. He doesn’t know what he thinks of himself right now, to see the glaringly apparent way he’s let the concubines carry on, laughing and being dismissive of anyone saying he let them have too much freedom at court. But now, he feels it, the sense of loneliness surrounding you.

“No need to thank me, I will be sure she’s dealt with,” his voice is dark then, a tone you’ve never heard. He takes your hand now, setting it in the crook of his arm, gesturing his head. “Shall we walk?”

“Yes.” Your answer surprises him, but he hastily jumps on the chance to be closer to you.

It’s beautiful today, the warmth in the air has just the perfect breeze, there are cherry blossom trees swaying on the trail to the gardens, in full bloom, overhanging and entwining branches. It’s quiet, just you two now walking underneath the shade they provide, while he lets you have that quiet. He’s not got that conceited look on his face, like he usually does, there’s just something… different.

You pause at a particular tree, far overgrown, blooming little blossoms everywhere, you touch the petals gently, pausing now. He lets go of your hand, his fingers slipping gently down your arm, and for once you don’t want to completely shove him away, though the anxiety is still brimming.

“Why are you being nice?” You ask now, avoiding his gaze, a petal falls on your hair, he leans forward, blowing it off the strands gently, your tummy does this annoying flip at his proximity. “Is it some ploy, some game to hurt me more?”

“No, I just wanted to…” He doesn’t even know what to say, when your gaze locks on his now.

“Did you destroy it, my necklace?” Your lip trembles, eyes glassy with emotions - making your voice shaky.

“No, I didn’t destroy it, but I wanted to.” He admits softly, you scoff now, crossing your arms under your breasts and looking away. “You know you shouldn’t wear it.”

“Yes, I knew that, but it was all that was keeping me connected almost,” you trail off, emotions hitting harder at the memory of last night - mixed with embarrassment at how wet you’d been, how ready. “You had no right to take it.”

“I had every right to take it, as your husband.”

“Not like you’re doing any of those duties,” you whisper, he laughs without humor then, stepping close to you, leaning low. “What, gonna taunt me, only to run off?”

“You want my cock inside you that bad?” You scowl, shoving him then, he takes your shoulders tightly, burning you with his hands over the satin.

“Here I thought you could be not a complete dick for a moment!”

“Me!? I’m trying here, and you instead wish to run your mouth on and on, maybe I should find better use for it?”

“You won’t, unless it’s such a public display of power - oh, the almighty emperor gojo, look at him!” You’re mocking, putting a hand to your head dramatically, when he drags you against him. “What, going to kiss me then walk away? Go off to your other girls, since it seems you’re just a teensy bit displeased by her?”

“You’re such a-”

“If you call me it again-” He cuts you off with a kiss, and you hate yourself for falling into it for a moment, for feeling the plush of his lips on yours, before breaking away, gasping. “Do not kiss me.”

“Thought you wanted me to perform all of my duties, hmm?” He whispers, taunting you then, you flush at his insinuation, shaking your head. “No, didn’t ask me to put it in- right on the dining table, for your first time?”

“Fuck you!” He kisses you once more, and you bite his lower lip, earning a little groan of satisfaction, he pulls back, the lip beading with crimson, but instead of anger, the little fucker seems more excited!?

“I didn’t do it because I won’t take you the first time on a table, also because you were thinking of him.”

“I wasn’t thinking of him! You’re so fucking stupid!” You shove at him until he’s off you, tears threatening again, when the words spill from your lips almost - you wish you had thought of Suguru then, but your mind had been filled with Satoru.

“You weren’t?”

“No, you brought it all up, remember? Do you think of them when you’re kissing along my neck,” you trail off, voice a whisper when you lean forward, watching the pink dance on his cheeks. “When your fingers are inside of me, do you compare?”

“No,” his answer surprises you in its seriousness, his fingers brushing along your cheek gently, making you gasp. “I don’t think of them.”

It’s silent now, you’re too close to him, his lip is smeared red, you swipe at it with your thumb. “I made you bleed.”

“You did, you’re a vicious little thing,” you let out a quiet snort at that, softening again, the blood now sitting on your thumb. “I did not turn you down because I’m uninterested, not at all.”

“It’s our duty, it’s damn near what I’m here for,” you’re slightly dejected as you speak. “Rumors are everywhere, that we don’t share a bedchamber.”

“So should we, tonight? Will he be there?”

“That’s just cruel. Will they be there? Or just the other three?”

“You think I have seen-”

“I know you have, I heard you were licking up Lola’s thighs from Miwa gossiping to Lola’s ladies,” he pauses, heart sinking now. “There’s no need to pretend about it, it’s just par for the course of being with you. But I’d ask you to at least refrain from making comments over someone I’ll never even see again.”

Tears fall down your cheeks, delicate and fragile again despite all of the contrary - he feels nauseous thinking of it, of what he’s done, but he’s still torn on how to fix it between you. “I did not want to do anything with Lola earlier, it’s why she acted like such a fucking fool and tried to hit you.”

“You… what?” Your brows knit together in confusion, Satoru sighs, his hand slipping across your cheeks again.

“I turned her down.” You blink a few times, like his words won’t register.

“Why did you?” He doesn’t know how to answer it, how to say it’s because he doesn’t desire anything but the girl he’s actively pushing away, the one crying right in front of him.

“Because I didn’t want her,” his words are soft, you let them sink in, unsure of how they make you feel. “I don’t fucking want any of them.”

“It’s a game, or-”

“No, it’s not,” he cuts you off with a touch of his fingers, you hate that you believe him, that there’s no reason for him to say it. He can do anything he wants, he has all this power, and you realize then he’s telling the truth. “She was mad at you because she thinks you’re demanding me to stay away, because I don’t want anything.”

“Oh.” It’s all you manage, you’re too close to him, you’re too conflicted, your mind racing with all the reasons to hate him, but your heart wonders if there’s more.

You hate it.

“Can we just try to be with each other - no concubines, no knights, just for the ceremonial week at least. Try and see if you don’t completely hate me by the end of it, and if so I’ll try to keep my distance.”

“You’re off to a terrible start, I absolutely hate you,” you whisper, even as he slips his fingers across the salty tears, gentle on your skin. But you remember, the way he made sure you were not hurt, and you can't help but give a resigned little sigh. “You defending me did not go unnoticed however.”

His breath catches, just the faint glimmer of hope that there may be a chance for any of your affection, no matter how small. He’s never cared before, to have it - it was always given to him, but this is so much more. “What she did was worthy of her being banished.”

“You surely will not do all of that, perhaps let me smack her a few times?” He chuckles, and your lips twitch a bit, as you both realize you’re still too close.

“Will you wear the necklace at dinner?” He asks, tracing your collarbone, watching the goosebumps rise. “Wear it and nothing else in your chambers tonight for me?”

“I wish to burn that fucking necklace,” you whisper, he grins then. "Or slam a hammer over it until it's nothing but fragments.

“I wish to burn yours - perhaps we will find common ground.” Your glare makes him needier for you, he can’t stop himself, every expression you make does something to him. “Stop glaring, I won’t do it.”

“And I won’t wear it, not until I get mine back. But, I will go to dinner with you tonight… and we may… share a chamber.” The thoughts hit then, you wish they were unpleasant, and he notices, his glossy lips quirking up at the corners.

“Your blush is lovely, you know.” He taunts, you scoff, smacking at his hand that feels too good on your cheek.

“Shut it, I am just overheated by you, burning hot all the time. I can’t imagine how horrible you’ll be laying in bed.” You shove him again, hating his stupid grin now. “What are you smiling at!?”

“You’re just very pretty.” You blush more, walking past him now, when he grips your wrist, making you look back at him.

“What? I said I’ll go to dinner.”

“Please just wear it, I know I shouldn’t ask,” the way he feels so possessive over you, it’s too much, he reaches up to touch his pin, and you tense. “Is this his too?”

“Seriously, I’m trying to give you a chance here, Emperor,” you say it softly, you know what it does when you call him that. How he just aches for you to say Satoru. “Are you going to break it?”

“I’d love to,” he murmurs softly, touching it, so tall over you - too close, far too fucking close. “I’d love to tear every memory of him apart,” he whispers against your ear, hand now tugging at a tendril. “Have it all be me.”

“You’re a toxic, selfish man, you don’t know what you want, you just desire to be everyone’s favorite, don’t you?” You raise a brow, turning away again, just as he tugs your back against him, the breeze making the blossoms float along you two, your robes billowing gently.

He is terrible, he may not be as terrible as you thought, but alas he’s pressing his big hand on your tummy, burning you with his touch, you bite your lip to avoid making any noise. “I’ll let you keep it, as long as mine is there.”

You hate the reaction your body has to this man - is it just that, your body fucking betraying the memory of Suguru? “You’re so arrogant.”

“I am, hmm?” You ignore how good he feels against you, his lips pressing kisses too affectionately up your jawline. “If you be a good girl and wear it, I promise to make you feel very good, everywhere…”

You catch your breath for just a moment, before smacking at his hand, pulling back and scoffing, shaking your head. “You’re utterly conceited, I swear.”

“See you at dinner?” He’s asking the question as you’re stomping off, evading his very presence so that you can properly breathe without him around.

*****

You’re staring at those fucking jewels, hating them more and more with every passing fucking moment. You eye them, touching your bare neck and appraising yourself in the gold gilded looking glass, ostentatious as Satoru is himself. Back home, things were a little more simple, you certainly were alluded much luxury, but not at the extent of the pavilion you were in.

There is a gentle rap at the door, you open it now to see Satoru’s mother along with Miwa, smiling at you. “Oh! Dowager Empress…” You open the door wide and bow quickly.

“No need to be so formal, Miwa shut the door dear,” Miwa does just that, leaving you and Satoru’s mom alone. “I thought I could speak with you before you get dressed for dinner.”

“Oh, of course…” You sit down, fiddling with your hands.

“I’ve heard a lot about you and my son, recently.”

“I am so sorry-”

“No, I’m sorry, for everything you’ve been dealing with since you came here.” She takes your hands in hers, the letter folded and tucked into your palm, you stare right at the same pretty blue eyes as Satoru, her hands cool and soothing.

Something about the moment makes you tear up, your own mother was kind but never affectionate, and her presence is far too comforting. You find yourself easing just a bit as the two of you sit down in front of your vanity, she carefully touches the necklace sitting on the dresser.

“This was mine,” she murmurs softly, nostalgia hitting her pretty features. “I remember wearing it at the wedding, a gift from the former Emperor Gojo.”

“You should take it!”

She laughs a bit, gaze back on you, knowing and sparkling with humor. “When Toru asked to give it to you, I thought he intended on making up for being such a thickheaded fool.”

“Toru, you make him sound adorable, not the menace he is. Oh my god, forgive me please…” She laughs again, when you lower your head, tilting your chin up so that you sit up straight once more.

“It’s quite alright, I wanted to smack him truly,” you giggle a bit at that, before covering your mouth. “I talked to him this morning, I hope that he will get it together, but you also must at least try.”

You know she can’t possibly understand what Satoru’s done fully just yet, you don’t know how much she’s aware of. To be quite honest, for Satoru having an amazing mother, and a sweet and kind advisor, you’re not quite sure where the complete dick in him came from. Other than the man not here to make himself known anymore, and you’ve barely heard a peep about him.

“Being here is not easy, but in time I did grow to love my husband,” she continues, bringing your attention back to her. “But mostly I have my son, and that did truly make things here much more bearable.”

“I can see that you love him very much, but… do you think there really is happiness in our position?” You ask quietly, she sighs then, looking away.

“I don’t know that answer for me - as for Satoru, I do think he’s young and foolish, a spoiled little thing truly, but he would not necessarily go with tradition. If he fell in love I can’t see him being with someone, despite the way he’s acting. I don’t think he is that way.”

“Really?” She nods, you frown a bit then. “But love? I doubt that’s a feeling we will have. I’d take simply not wanting to kill each other.”

“Well, you never know.” She stands then, walking over to the dress laid on the bed, running her fingers across it. “Let’s get you dressed.”

She’s careful and respectful, something feels comfortable about her dressing you - a lady of high standing - but she has no issue. She’s tying your robe now, the sashes coming together in a delicate knot, pale blue satin and lace in a mix of the style from your home, and the current style here.

“It’s beautiful,” you muse, looking at the sleeves, billowing out just so. “This can’t be in style here.”

“It’s not, but I had a few things altered for you,” she says with a smile. You blink back emotions then, something as small as a style from your home makes you just a bit wistful. “It’s all right to miss home.”

“I feel it makes it worse.” You blink back more tears, a couple slip when she sits you down, doing your hair up carefully.

“Wishing to go back is not going to help you, I tried that for far too long. But you can miss it and hold fond memories of it. There,” she slips Gojo’s pin now, smiling at your reflection. “You’re beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you…” you’re blushing at the praise, when she picks up the necklace, and your heart sinks just a bit.

“If Satoru is trying, you could meet him half way and wear it. But also, I will not make you do so. You probably want to throw it at him.”

You laugh again, swiping away tears, for the first time since you’ve been here you feel a little understood. “I certainly want to.”

“I wouldn’t tell a soul if you did. It does look very beautiful.”

“Oh… for you I’ll wear it. But if he irritates me I can’t guarantee its condition upon return.” She shakes her head and just laughs a bit, slipping the heavy sapphire jewels across your neck, and it feels like you’re trapped almost, you’re hating every fucking moment of it, even as you keep on a front.

Suguru’s necklace should be there.

You know it was foolish, but it doesn’t feel right not to have it, to wear these extravagant, fancy jewels, when the little delicate gold chain was all you needed. It just meant more to you. You touch them now, plastering on a little smile so that Mrs. Gojo would be quite happy, she has been where you are and does indeed raise some points to think of.

You are stuck here, forever… and there was no going home, was longing for home going to do anything but hurt you? But how do you just let him go like that!? It feels disloyal, horrible, the inner turmoil written all over your face in the mirror.

“Honey…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t close yourself off, for the ghosts of the past, I promise it didn’t do me any good.” You nod now, realizing she must know more than she’s saying, Satoru must be close to her. You take a breath and look back at her, the delicate hand on your shoulder calming just like her. “Let’s go meet him for dinner.”

Miwa and Kiyotaka join you along with Satoru’s mother, and the gossip continues when you leave your pavilion to go to his for the entire evening. Looks and mentions of your dress - most seem rather positive, but you hear more, Gojo’s mother scowls at them as she walks by, and many shut up or run off.

“Can I have you around all the time?” You ask, she grins then.

“Eventually, they’ll come to fear you. I had to hit a few people.”

“My Lady!” Kiyotaka exclaims, Miwa gasps, Gojo’s mom just shrugs while you stare in awe of her.

“Well, people need a good smack. My son included.”

“I think I love her,” you murmur to Miwa.

“She is amazing.” She gushes, holding your hand and smiling, leaning up to whisper in your ear while Gojo’s mom and Kiyotaka walk ahead. “I did hear Lola has been confined to her home, guards all over, not allowed to leave, until Emperor Gojo decides her fate.”

“Really!?” You ask, surprise clear on your features, when you enter the main palace now. You expected him to somewhat discipline her - as was his right as an emperor, but you didn’t expect much, with the way he lets them frolic.

“Mmhmm, also… sent the letter.” Your heart races now.

The letter – fuck if it got into the wrong hands, Gojo could have you executed for such a fucking thing. He does not seem that type, truly, but you can’t imagine the fall out. “It’s secure, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Miwa.”

Was it a bad idea to have done it?

The thought of never seeing Suguru again eats at you, but in ways you are eager to see Satoru - and you don’t know why. He’s arrogant, conceited, and truly a man child. A whore. He’s been nothing but toxic, back and forth, and fucked your brain up with every encounter, over and over. Yet, you enjoyed chess, beating him and mocking him after.

You enjoyed last night before he ruined it all with his misplaced jealousy, and some fucked part of you got more turned on by his possessive talk. Even today, his words of ruining you had an effect that you sure would not ever tell him. You suppose it’s just being here, and the trapped nature, along with Satoru himself being so much to handle.

But you don’t want to get into actual feelings.

Your body is betraying your heart, your memory, and tonight you both will fully be intimate - if the man doesn’t fuck it all up again, of course. But where would that lead, the last thing you want is to form some feeling for this man to be hopelessly crushed when he carries on elsewhere. To have babies with these women, competitive mean spirited girls, how much would that hurt?

You’d love to believe his mom, but she just loves her child, it’s clear. You don’t think he’d give up all of that, even though his words today sunk in. That he didn’t want Lola, that he hasn’t wanted any of them, you want to not believe them at all, to protect yourself, from a man like the emperor, but a nagging part of you is ever more curious about him.

“The Empress is here to join you,” former Empress Gojo bows, and Satoru stands up, in the elegant banquet room, however this table is much smaller than the other one you dined at last night. It’s just a little table set for two, already plated, with drinks and little appetizers of all kinds. He stands and looks at you, his lips parted, gaze drinking you in slowly.

You look beautiful.

He’s known it since the night in the baths, but to see that necklace does not just shock and surprise him, it makes him more and more possessive in the most nonsensical ways. To see how it sits on your delicate collarbone, right above your breasts, that are pushed up tantalizingly in the gown you’re wearing, the lace something he hasn’t seen before, casting little shadows along your milky skin.

The lights lit above you both dance across your face, you bow right next to his mother, not looking up at him. He sees the way it hugs that body, one he’s dying to kiss every inch of, slowly and torturously tonight. He’s thought about it so much it’s drove him to insanity, his lip still stinging from that mean little bite of yours, he just can’t fuck this up again.

He notices you do not wear the Knight’s pin, just his, along with the very color blue all over you, including the pretty earrings he recognizes as his mothers. He smiles at her then, and she walks up to him, you murmur something to Kiyotaka, too fucking familiar and close for his liking. He almost says something when his mom is right in front of him.

“Yes, mother?”

“Mother again?”

“Mama, shh,” he whispers hushed. “You want her to hear me call you that!?”

“Yes, maybe she’ll like you more, foolish boy,” she tugs at his ear and he yelps now. “If you want her to forget back home, make this her home.”

He pauses at her quiet words, when you turn your attention to him, still rubbing his ear, nodding then. “What if I fuck it up?”

“Try to fix it.” She pats his cheek now, walking away but not before giving you a little hug, as if she already likes you more than her own son, and you smile when she does, so pretty it hurts him. “Miwa, Kiyotaka, let them have alone time.”

“Yes, your majesty!” They bow and run off after her, shutting the sliding doors and leaving you alone with Satoru now, he walks a couple steps towards you, and you walk a couple towards him.

It’s slow, and you feel awkward, he holds out a hand now, and you just stare at it. “Will you take it?”

“Do I have to?”

“We said we’d try.” You sigh, taking it now, little hand in his huge one that engulfs yours entirely, only for him to tug you against him, making you gasp, looking up.

“Emperor-”

“Can I be Satoru tonight?” You shake your head, closing your eyes then. To say his first name, when you’d only started calling Suguru his first name a couple months before you left, feels like a betrayal. Everything feels like one, living and breathing his air, his energy, wanting more of him. “Are you… crying?”

“Shit,” you realize you are, hastily swiping them off. “It’s not… you didn’t do anything, this time at least. Okay?”

He frowns now, stepping back, his hands on your shoulders where the gown hangs off, revealing much of your neckline. “I need your mind on me, and only me, for at least tonight.”

“And will you give me the same?” You ask, he nods then, cupping your face delicately.

“I want to get to know you, who I’m married to, and I don’t intend on seeing them during this week.”

It’s as good as you can hope for - but the lingering feeling continues.

“So… after?” He looks away for a moment. “It’s what you must do as an emperor, and all that bullshit?”

“Can we take it day by day? Currently you’re all that’s on my fucking mind, infuriating, driving me insane.” You look at him in shock at his husky declaration, his hands slipping up your neck now. “All I see is you. I just need you to focus on me tonight.”

You take a breath now, shutting your eyes for a moment, letting everything go. It’s hard, it’s brutal, but you do need to try, to have some comfort in a long, long existence - all of your existence - with him. “I still hate you.”

“I know,” he’s soft, tilting your chin up now. “You can hate me all you want, as long as it’s just me.”

“It’s just you, full hatred then,” he grins, and you roll your eyes. “Your audacity knows no limits.”

“You’re going to look so fucking sexy when I fuck you with just this on,” his words are insane, touching the necklace and lifting it from your skin, your heart is racing so quickly you feel dizzy. “Wonder how sturdy it is, I bet I could use it to choke your pretty neck.”

“You’re ridiculous!” You shove at him now, seeing his insane blue eyes light up. “Do you like me being mean!?”

“Maybe, it’s a new development.” He rubs his lip, and you sigh now, shaking your head at him.

“You are indeed a whore.”

“And you want to get fucked by me, so badly,” he’s leaning too close, hovering over your lips, smirking. “Look at that desire all over your pretty face. Ah- ah, I will call you pretty all I want tonight. But, you can choose if you want to kiss me or…”

“Or smack you?” You taunt, raising a brow, probably exciting this insane Emperor even more, he exhales and brushes a thumb along your lip.

“Or that,” you bite his thumb, he glares and shakes it out now. “Evil, no wonder mama loves you so much.”

Shit, you just heard him, the emperor say that!

You don’t mention it though, shrugging and grinning now. “I love her.”

“I noticed, here, sit down.” He gestures now to the pretty red velvet seat, you lift your skirts just a bit and settle next to him, he pops a little morsel in your mouth, watching you chew. “What do you… like?”

You chew thoughtfully, sipping on the proffered little glass of water. “You want to know?”

“It’s what we promised,” he murmurs. “To try to get to know each other.”

“Yes, um,” you’re shy – you – the girl who stripped naked and sucked him off like some pro. He loves it though, to watch this side of you, even as you hide it. “I love to dance.”

“You do?”

“I do, very much so. I also love horseriding, horses in general.” He smiles now, far too attractive to exist.

So pretty you could imagine that he’s sweet as he looks.

You curse your mind, your heart, for enjoying this so much. “I love horses too.”

“You do?” He nods.

“What else do you enjoy?”

“I love chess.”

“Obviously.” You can’t help but giggle.

“Yes, clearly,” you’re relishing in your victory still he sees. “Oh! I love croquet.”

His brows draw together. “Huh, what’s that?”

“You don’t have it here, I could show you. Gives me something else to thoroughly beat you at.” You poke at his chest, he raises a brow.

“Oh? You think you could beat me at a sport, that’s cute.” He taps your nose, making you smack at his hand.

“I sure would!”

“They probably let you because you’re a pretty little princess.” He taunts, loving the rise he gets out of you - fuck you’re pretty.

“Oh, like you did in chess?”

“Tch, off day,” your laughter irritates him just as much as it makes him want to kiss you, watching you for once smile in his presence rather than glare. “We will have a rematch, then you can teach me your game.”

“I will thrash you at it, just to watch your petulant pout,” you pop another bite in your mouth, smirking like a brat at him. “What do you like, Emperor, besides fucking women?”

He almost spits out his drink, brows lowering now. “Your mouth is filthy for a princess.”

“Yes well, I used to watch many fights in secret, I learned how you men speak. It’s quite fun, saying fuck, isn’t it?”

“You deserved more whippings as a child.”

“Says you!”

“I did get beat, it just didn’t work.” You laugh again, and he can’t stop his heart from faltering, his fingers reaching out to brush away a tendril that’s fallen before he can think better of it. “You smiling is… fuck it’s… I guess I didn’t think you’d ever smile at me?”

You sober up now, realizing how good his hand feels. You try to explain it away, that you want to have a somewhat decent life with him, that you want to not have hatred rampant in your heart. But every laugh and smile feels like more of the betrayal of your feelings, were they really so fleeting!? Did you really feel love, or was it some fantastical dream?

“Frowning again,” he murmurs. “Thinking of home?”

“I am, I suppose…” You shake the thoughts from your head now, sighing. “What do you like to do, you didn’t answer me.”

“I love training with my sword, though I detest fighting I enjoy it in a way,” his voice is quiet, serious. He sips his sake and hands you the little dish, letting you leave your lip print on the other side. It slips warmly down your throat, filling your body with that sensation, mixed with his proximity. “I don’t want to be a warmonger like my father was.”

“You want to be more peaceful?” You ask, curious about him. All you’ve known is how immature and jealous he can be, you do not know him truly. This side of him intrigues you, watching him open up about something much deeper.

“Yes, I would like to be, but not a pacifist either… it’s a difficult balance, and everyone has some fucking say in it.” He shakes his head now, cupping your face instead. “I do not want to talk about politics right now, I just want to kiss you.”

“Emperor-” he slams his lips on yours, cutting you off, before pulling back, lips glossy with that perfect pout of his.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Shut up,” you do kiss him again, until it’s eager, your tongues fighting each other, and he’s got you pressed against him, lewd and obscene, baring your thighs while he slides that dress up. “Mnh!”

“The sounds you make,” he kisses down your throat, you’re straddling him, feeling his thickness insistent where you ache. He presses up, watching your eyelashes flutter, hearing another cry. “What you do to me.”

“Stop talking, mnh just take me,” he’s lost then, your hands holding onto his shoulders while your cries echo in the huge room. “Mmm, just do it.”

“I need you to want it,” he murmurs, breaking apart from his hasty kiss, just a little trail of saliva between you both. “Desire it, desire me.”

“I do, you idiot,” he scowls, and you shove at him. “You know I do, but I won’t give you unending devotion like your little crew of girls, if that’s what you want. But I do want this, I will not beg for it or go on more than telling you to take me to your room - and fuck me finally - mmph!”

Satoru slams his lips on yours, it’s hungrier than any kiss you’ve had, even with him, desperation in every breath, picking you up like you’re nothing. His hands on your ass, your arms around his neck, he starts walking, you panic when you’re out in the damn halls like this, and he’s kissing you, walking the halls without even looking, even as you pull back to gasp.

“What are you, insane?” You whisper, seeing so many servants, some faces already recognizable, he chuckles then, a crazy grin on his handsome features.

“We want to give them a show, don’t we?” You bury your face, hiding away while he carries you past whispering little gossipers, who run off and tell everyone that the Empress is being carried to Satoru’s chambers. He brings you to his chambers, and that’s when you both are truly alone.

He sets you down finally after his little display, the gossip still being heard through the walls. “We definitely gave them gossip fodder.”

“We’ll give them more,” his voice is soft, he gently touches those dangling earrings of yours, sighing. “I want to rip this dress off you, but it’s just too pretty I’m afraid, I’ll have to take my time.”

You feel dizzy with the desire, the hunger for him. Satoru begins to untie your robes carefully, gently, his breath coming faster when he slowly takes them off, leaving you in the thin little white slip only. He slowly runs his fingers down the sides of your breasts, watching your nipples press up under the silk, eyes catching yours, seeing how dilated they are.

“We have two options, empress,” he murmurs softly, slipping the thin straps off your shoulders. Your heart hammers in your ears as he lets the slip fall in a pool of fabric around your ankles. “One, I eat you out on this door till you cum.”

“Your majesty…” he tilts your chin up, as you look down nervously, forcing your gaze back to his.

“They'll think we consummated it, and you can keep everything for when you feel ready.” You exhale, hating what you're about to ask.

“The other option?” You whisper softly, Satoru leans over you now, a hand cupping your face. His blue eyes study you too intensely, while he bends at the waist, pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“The other option is I ruin you for anyone. Your pretty cunt will only know my shape, be just ruined for anyone.” You glare, as he grins like he does, before untying his robes, hearing his sharp intake of breath when you look at him under your lashes.

“You have it wrong, I'm afraid, I would be the one to ruin you for anyone.” Your words make his heart race, his cock that's already leaking precum straining when you pause undressing him to smile and bat your lashes. 

“Tch, you're an impudent little brat, aren't you?” He turns you now, pressing your bare breasts against the door, tugging at your hips. His robes are draped along his shoulders, his hard body against you when he murmurs – “Arch for me.”

“Arch?” You whisper, he's got your hips in his hand, yanking you up now.

“Press your pretty little ass out so I can properly lick you,” You're a mess, when he touches your slick. “I'm choosing option three.”

“O-option three?” You gasp as his fingers part your plump folds, exposing your drooling hole.

“Mmhmm, eat you out and then take you to my bed to fuck you,” he whispers it against your ear, sinking just a fingertip into your cunt now, walls already quivering around the invasion. “The best option, isn’t it?”

“Ah!” Your thighs shake when Satoru cups your face, hard body pressing against you. He turns your chin and you look into his eyes, taking in their darkening rings, the expanding pupils while soft candles flicker and reflect shadows of you two across his room, your lewd position. 

“You want that? Me to lick your pretty cunt again?” You swallow now, his other hand is running little circles on your clit, which twitches in response, tummy tightening in need. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I want you to.” He's pulling back his glistening finger, swiping it on your lips. “Mnh…”

“Should make you say please,” he taunts, sinking to his knees, kissing your inner thigh. “Tease you till you beg for me.”

“Hah, I would never- ngh!” He's already licking a filthy stripe up your slit, collecting the gossamer slick that coats your lips.

“What was that, empress?” His teeth are nipping at your ass cheek, right where the curve meets your thigh, chuckling a little. “I can’t hear you, your cunt is just so loud you know.”

“Oh you - more, please,” his grin is felt infuriatingly against your skin, the little jerk is eating this pathetic state of you all up, pulling off your cunt with a suctioned pop, teasing it with his breath now. “Really you’re so ridiculous!”

“I like you like this, I should just keep you cumming, hmm?” You arch more, earning his pleased smirk, his cock throbbing and leaking so much precum it hurts almost. “Should just keep you fucked out.”

“Shut up and get back down there,” he moans at that, you shake your head, before resting it on the coolness of the door. “You’re insane, Emperor.”

“Maybe you just drive me there.” He does just as you order, no one has ever ordered Satoru Gojo around, the words echo in his ears, his hands dragging your thighs apart, angling his chin to collect more of the arousal dripping out.

His tongue is just as you remember, you wondered if it was the initial surprise of such a thing, but it’s a wicked tongue, one that licks all thought and good sense - fuck it licks the guilt you’ve held away. You can’t think or remember how you even got here, with the Emperor buried between your thighs, but the way his tongue fucks in and out of your hole is so delicious you can’t help but want more.

He’s making those filthy sounds, moans and slurps while he tries and fails to catch the wetness just pouring out, slipping all over his pretty face. His chin bumps your sensitive clit, making you jerk away, only for him to drag your hips back. “Ah - ah sweetheart, don’t run from it.”

You don’t have to bite back a retort, there simply isn’t one, you’re closer and closer with his tongue curling inside those gummy walls, they contract around his tongue while he drinks your flavor that’s just flowing, swallowing it down while he feels you shiver. Your tummy is so tight, a knot aching for release, the intensity building, his fingers sinking into the plush of your thighs while he keeps them from closing.

“I’m… you’re… oh my god,” your words are incoherent babbling, filling his ears while his blood rushes, almost spurting cum from having your walls grip his tongue so tightly. “Ngh there, there!”

He uses his thumb to stimulate your clit while he fucks you with his tongue, making you shatter for him. Your orgasm rocks you in waves, so intense you can hardly stand anymore, legs useless and weak, screaming out so loud you know those fucking servants hear you. 

You can’t help but hope they run and tell the concubines that Satoru made you scream, in his chambers, where none of them are allowed. The possessive nature of your scattered thoughts shocks you, but you have no time to think on it, not when he licks higher, flicking his tongue on your other hole.

“W-what are you on about!?”

“You can talk, hmm, that’s not good,” he flicks it again, making you like it, laughing softly. “Not in your books either, is it?”

“You should write thosebooks, you manwhore- oh fuck, stop that!” He’s pressing a finger inside the little puckered hold now, you enjoy it far too much. “N-never mind, continue.”

He chuckles at that, pressing into your tight hole.“You’re the slutty one, first time and you want me in both your holes?” He is terrible, truly, taunting you when he laps up more of your cunt, your juices on your inner thighs, before standing, trailing kisses on your spine while his thumb presses in more. “All three of them, I bet.”

You don’t even really know what he’s talking about now, the pressure and slight pain making you wetter, until you feel it. His cock, pressing hot against your back, freed from that last layer between you. You look up then, he slips out his finger to grab your hips, cock insistent and thick on your ass now, you’re arching more, hating his smirk so much.

“Stop gloating, just fuck me… please…” He moans now, kissing your lips, and the kiss feels like too much, there’s just something in it, when he bends down, running his tip across your slit. “In me, god…”

“Against a door, the first time? We need to get to my bed,” you’re shaking your head, rocking your hips on his tip now, making him inhale. “You’re that needy, can’t wait?”

“Just put it in, w-want it,” you should hate yourself for the words, but you do, want the cock he’s teased you with for days, the one with the pretty pink tip that’s pressing just a bit into your soppy cunt now, stretching the skin. “Mnh!”

“I’ll give you anything you want when you ask sweet, here I thought you were just so evil,” you scoff, but the sound stops, morphing into a sharp gasp as he presses in, pushing past the tight ring of muscles, and he pauses, groaning, just his tip is in, but it’s enough to almost make you both cum. “Fuck… you’re too tight.”

You’re speechless now, you expected pain, so much pain from those stories you heard, but when he pushes deeper, it’s only pressure and pleasure. Such pressure, so much fullness, it’s hard to breathe. He pauses, taking it slow with you, cupping your face again and bracing his other arm on the wall, fingers entwining right over yours and slowly gripping your hand.

It’s too much.

You’re lost in him, in his eyes, as lost as he is in you, whispering your name in a way that makes you wetter, makes your heart flutter irritatingly. “Are you all right, is it too much?” He asks, further making you wonder just who he is, for every bad part there’s something sweet about him.

“I’m all right, just um… full…��� He groans now, kissing you, sinking in deeper, drinking up your cries while he slips more inches in, your cunt is trying to accomodate, his thickness stretching your little unused hole out, it melds to him. “Oh… oh!”

“Good?” You nod eagerly, so he pulls back, you whine out at the loss, only for him to shove in deeper, gasping right against your lips. “Oh fuck, your cunt is so perfect, god fuck you for it.”

“F-fuck me!? Fuck you… ah! Y-yes, more please, please,” he’s lost in how you can be so fucking mean, then sweetly beg, your eyes as black as his, lips swollen from his kisses. His cock thrusts deeper with a snap of his hips, bottoming out then, watching as your eyes roll back in your skull. “So deep, too deep!”

“No, you can take me, can’t you? Swear she’s made just for me,” you shake your head but you’re already lost, when he bends low, grabbing your hips and fucking deep, his drooly tip right on your cervix. “That’s it, let me feel you, perfect little thing, you make me insane.”

You’re barely hearing his words, not when his thrusts are harder, deeper, not when he’s ruining your mind and your body. The door rattles with every thrust as he fucks you harder, as you start to take his cock better, your head falls back against his chest, tears pricking your eyes with the pressure, with how good he feels, the delicious stretch.

“You’re doing s’good, sweetheart,” his praise makes you feel needier, his breath against your bitten lips burning, cock shoving deeper. He eyes your expression, whispering – “Fucking beautiful, look at you.”

You shake your head, but he grips your chin, cock fucking you harder, you arch more for it, your back in a curve, feeling his heavy balls slapping on your clit over and over. You’re pathetic in your whines, in your little mutters of nonsense, his cock bringing you closer, but this time something different.

It’s not like his fingers or mouth, the fullness is intense, the way his tip just drags on your spots – ones you haven’t ever felt touched. “You are beautiful, let me say it, please,” you finally nod, and he moans, kissing you deeply, shoving inside you until he reaches the hilt, till you can’t even take anymore.

“Good girl, milking me, huh?” You have no clue what he’s even on about, but you do know the intensity is building again, you’re both lost in it, in each other. The sound of your skin slapping against his, his deep groans in your ear, the wetness wrapping his cock and dripping down your thighs.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, the way he’s stretching you, filling you so completely, you can feel your muscles clench around his shaft, his grip tightens bruisingly along your waist. “Fuck, you’re taking all of me, aren’t you?”

“Too much, p-pressure…” He nips your neck, the earrings and necklace rocking back and forth with every thrust.

His hips are snapping harder, cock shoving into you with a tempo that’s driving you closer and closer to the edge, and you know you’re going to fall over it, careen off the fucking deep end. You want to fight it, but your body has no attention, just arching for more, greedy cunt sucking him in deeper. Your toes curl underneath you, nails digging into Satoru’s arms damn near as you let go.

You panic, but he shushes you, practically using your body, your cunt now. “Oh sweetheart, you’re made to take my cock,” you shake your head, but he’s pressing in once more, you swear you can feel his thick cock throb within you now. “Cum for me, on me, make a mess of me, hmm? Just me, all me…”

You hear it, the desperation, breaking through your addled mind, a hand comes up to grip a jiggling tit now, thumb brushing your nipple, you fall apart with the added pleasure, cumming all over him, just like he commanded you too. You can’t see, can’t even breathe for a moment, when he just pulls out of you, you almost fall but he’s got you lifted now, facing him.

Facing him like this should be embarrassing, you should hate it, but you just cling to his neck, kissing him deeper when he drags you over to the dresser, the elegant black one the perfect height for him to fuck you. Your head rests against the mirror, when you look down and see it.

Suguru’s necklace.

It’s not broken anymore, in fact it’s clearly been welded together, he slips off the current one now, gentle almost, his cock still dripping with you as it hangs there – the weight so heavy. You clench thinking of it, wanting more of him, so much so you barely acknowledge the necklace for a moment, until he places your new one next to it.

“You fixed it?” You whisper, he sighs now, caressing your cheek, down to your throat, where the lines of his grip under your chin mark you. “Why?”

“I don’t know why,” he admits, spreading your thighs and coming closer, his tip slipping against your aching hole, already sore from being split apart. Your hands slide up his chest, he bends down, letting your legs grip his muscled waist, pressing against his rib cage now. “You can’t wear it around me, I don’t want to fucking see it.”

“I don’t want to see whores on you,” your whisper is dirty, your mouth filthy, the tone just making him shove his cock all the way in one stroke. “Ah! Too much, you’re too deep!”

“You can take me,” he whispers those words, fucking you right on that dresser, so hard your head almost slams the mirror, but he catches it, yanking out the pins. Your hair flows down, draping against you, framing your pretty face. “I want you to cum again, and see your face when you do.”

You shake your head, but he’s fucking in this maddening rythm, you’re already oversensitive from just how much you’ve cum, shaking and gasping for a breath, but all you get is his insane, eclipsing fucking energy. Cock stuffed inside you, big hands bruising you, lips overtaking any senses you had. Your former necklace presses marks into your thigh as he fucks you right over it.

He gets a sick satisfaction at the sight when he pulls back, tugging it off, looking at the pattern from the chain. You see it, and scowl at him then, while he grins. “Fucking psycho, I still hate you - ah!”

He shoves his cock in deep, slamming harder now, taking out every frustration you’ve caused in your cunt, relishing in the way your mouth opens, cupping your chin now. “You can hate me, but I’m the one fucking you, aren’t I? The cock you’re cumming on is mine, and I’m the one kissing you.”

“Hate you, so much,” his eyes burn like blue flames, molten cores of a fire too hot, burning like the stretch of him on your skin. “Emperor.”

“Satoru, say it.” You shake your head, and he scowls now, you know it angered him, and you want it to, his angry strokes hitting so good you can’t take it. “Say it, slutty little brat.”

“You’re s-slutty, ngh!” He’s too deep, rolling his hips just so, teeth nipping your sore lip as hard as you bit him earlier.

Red droplets slip, Satoru just kisses it off you, the blood on your lips metallic and tangy, he pulls back and it’s all over his face, making him look dangerous as his long tongue swipes it up. “Do you want my babies inside you?”

You falter, swallowing nervously, eyes lowering, only for him to jerk your chin up now. “It’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?”

“Wrong answer,” he’s lifting you again, like it’s nothing, carrying you over to his bed with his hard cock inside you. Your head is pressed into his plush pillows, the canopy, staring down at you. You swipe the blood off his lips, earning a little kiss on your thumb, which is far too intimate. “Do you want me to cum inside you? Fill you up so much you’ll drip me for days?”

You swallow nervously, his hand splaying your tummy, your heart is hammering, breasts rising and falling as you struggle to not want the images. “Emperor…”

“Satoru, when I cum inside you, when your womb is so full of my seed,” he’s lost in the vision, the idea of it, watching your expressions while you grip his sheets into your little fists. “Filling you so good, aren’t I? Can’t admit it?”

“Shh,” your back arches off the bed when he thrusts his cock all the way in again, he stares at the bulge in your stomach, moaning at the sight. “I’ll only… mnh… say it once then.”

He eyes you, desperate and needy now, lifting your thighs and tugging you down the bed, the soft sheets against your skin a whisper. “Say it then, say my name when I  cum inside your perfect cunt. Only me.”

“Satoru,” he whimpers now, you’re spasming around his cock with your slick walls, and your eyes are lidded, lashes low, pretty fucked out expression making him ache even more. “Satoru….”

“Fuck,” he’s done for, kissing you deeply, lifting a thigh and slamming his cock until he bottoms out, ragged moans escaping his throat. “Gonna give you all my cum, fill you s’good huh, sweetheart?”

All you can do is nod weakly, wishing his name didn’t feel so good on your lips, when you feel him, his cock pumping hot sticky ropes, burning hot seed that coats your walls with white. He’s whimpering into your mouth now, a soft little sound you heard when you sucked him, only spurring you on more and more, while he fucks his cum into you, aftershocks urging him to spurt so much.

“Mnh, Satoru…” You should stop now, but he feels too good, his weight on you, as he leans back, kissing along your jaw, your name a caress against your ear.

“Going to put my heir inside you,” you can’t react to that, you can’t admit you want it, but he’s too lost anyway in his visions of you. “So many heirs, rebuild my line in your tummy, won’t I?”

“Shh, insane ass man.” He smiles then, but once he sees your eyes, and falls into them, it’s terrifying.

He’s never cum inside anyone. He’s made sure to not, but he never wanted to pull out of you, even now he’s there, as she’s letting his cum fall along his cock, dripping with your own arousal. It’s quiet, his thumb caressing your heated cheek, he tries to remember it’s just a duty, just enjoyable, but he knows it’s a lie.

A dangerous lie.

He knows your heart isn’t his, even if your body might be for now, and the thought makes him furious, his stomach tensing now as you speak. “If sex is like this, I suppose I see why you’re a whore.”

He can’t help but laugh then, you slip the nagging thought from his brain, he laughs genuinely, making you smile, before you both sober up. “It isn’t like this.”

What has he admitted?

“It’s not?” Your brows knit in confusion, he wants to tell you that you’re why it’s so good, but he’s terrified of the power you already hold over him. To give you more would just leave him broken.

“No, you are… it’s just different,” is all he really manages to say. He watches the blush decorate your cheeks, your lashes casting shadows under your eyes as they lower, hands resting on his thick biceps.

“They’ll hate me more now,” you murmur, eyes locking back on him. “I’m sure they heard us.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise that,” you look away, you don’t believe him, not the way he’s let them act, but you’re too tired and vulnerable to speak on it for now. “Let me clean you up.”

“You don’t have-”

“Shut up.” He pulls out of you, and you feel sore and oddly empty, walking over to grab something, his back and ass so strong and defined you ache again.

“Excuse me!?” You glare as you sit up, he’s turning around just to smirk at it.

“You looked too happy, had to make you scowl again.”

“Oh you’re a dick, arrogant- ouch!” He’s wiping you up gently, you hiss. “Sore, sore, mnh…”

“You took that cock very well, you’re the sluttiest virgin I’ve seen.”

“I will smack you.” He just grins again, hiding the fact that he’s falling for you under a facade.

It’s all a facade, always. 

“Will you sleep in here?” He asks later, slipping one of his soft, light kimonos over your arms, leaving it open while he peers at you, littered with his marks, making him want you again.

“Um, wouldn’t it look good?” You ask, eyeing the door.

“It would,” he acts as if that’s why, watching you contemplate for a moment. “It’s late to take you all the way back, too.”

“Then yes, I will… your bed is comfier than mine anyway,” you use that excuse to snuggle against him, he smells so good, even his sweat does. Just something intoxicating as it is comfortable. He holds you against his chest, while his chin rests on your head. “Emperor?”

“I lost ‘Satoru’, will I only get that when I cum inside you?” You blush and scowl at him, he can’t stop his lips from quirking up. “Fine, what was it?”

“I thought my first time would hurt, and it didn’t… so … thank you for being um… I don’t know what I’m saying.” You bury your face again, and he senses it, the sweet shy thing buried under layers of confidence and anger, endearing yourself to him more.

“It should not hurt if done properly, I’m assuming those tales scared you,” he says, and you nod, while he tugs the covers over you both. “So I take it you quite enjoyed my cock.”

“Smug little jerk,” He’s smiling as you rest now, body relaxing, it feels too good, too natural for you to fit there. “You have much practice I suppose.”

“I suppose I do. But… you were…”

“Were what?” Your voice is sleepy, you yawn just a bit. “Was I up to par with the mean little brats that frolic around?”

“Don’t compare yourself please,” his voice is strained now. You’ve shifted everything in days, and he doesn’t want to admit it. “You are their better in every aspect, including this, yes?”

Your smile is felt on his chest, while he holds you, but you’re not gifted with sweet dreams when you drift off.

No – it’s a nightmare, of the man you haven’t even thought of, and the man who was inside of you. One in your heart, one taking over your senses, you feel hopelessly tugged between them, Suguru’s hurt, Satoru’s possessiveness, and for once you don’t know which side to go to.

Satoru wonders why you’re shifting in your sleep, seeing tears slip across your cheeks that night, wondering just what is in your mind, while his own whirls, with what he’s going to do with the fact that he thinks he’s fallen in love. In love with a girl who hates him, a beautiful girl crying in his arms, in the throes of a nightmare, and the consequences of just what that means for his life.

How would anything be the same after you?

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Gold as an Investment

Before jumping on the gold bandwagon, let us first put a damper on the enthusiasm around gold and examine some reasons why investing in gold poses some fundamental issues.

The main problem with gold is that, unlike other commodities such as oil or wheat, it does not get used up or consumed. Once gold is mined, it stays in the world. A barrel of oil, on the other hand, is turned into gas and other products that are expended in your car's gas tank or an airplane's jet engines. Grains are consumed in the food we and our animals eat. Gold, on the other hand, is turned into jewelry, used in art, stored in ingots locked away in vaults, and put to a variety of other uses. Regardless of gold's final destination, its chemical composition is such that the precious metal cannot be used up—it is permanent.

Because of this, the supply-demand argument that can be made for commodities such as oil and grains doesn't hold so well for gold. In other words, the supply will only go up over time, even if demand for the metal dries up.

History Overcomes the Supply Problem

Like no other commodity, gold has held the fascination of human societies since the beginning of recorded time. Empires and kingdoms were built and destroyed over gold and mercantilism. As societies developed, gold was universally accepted as a satisfactory form of payment. In short, history has given gold a power surpassing that of any other commodity on the planet, and that power has never really disappeared.

The U.S. monetary system was based on a gold standard until the 1970s.

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Proponents of this standard argue that such a monetary system effectively controls the expansion of credit and enforces discipline on lending standards because the amount of credit created is linked to a physical supply of gold. It's hard to argue with that line of thinking after nearly three decades of a credit explosion in the U.S. led to the financial meltdown in the fall of 2008.

From a fundamental perspective, gold is generally viewed as a favorable hedge against inflation. Gold functions as a good store of value against a declining currency.

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Investing in Gold

The easiest way to gain exposure to gold is through the stock market, via which you can invest in the shares of gold-mining companies. Investing in gold bullion won't offer the leverage you would get from investing in gold-mining stocks. As the price of gold goes up, miners' higher profit margins can boost earnings exponentially. Suppose a mining company has a profit margin of $200 when the price of gold is $1,000. If the price rises 10%, to $1,100 an ounce, the operating margin of the gold miner goes up to $300—a 50% increase.

Of course, there are other issues to consider with gold-mining stocks, namely political risk (because many operate in developing nations) and the difficulty of maintaining gold production levels.

The most common way to invest in physical gold is through an exchange-traded fund (ETF) like the SPDR Gold Shares (GLD), which simply holds gold.

When investing in ETFs, pay attention to net asset value (NAV), as the purchase price can at times exceed NAV by a wide margin, especially when the markets are optimistic.

A list of gold-mining companies includes Barrick Gold Corp. (ABX.TO), Newmont Corp. (NEM), and Agnico Eagle Mines Ltd. (AEM), among others. Passive investors who want great exposure to the gold miners may consider the VanEck Vectors Gold Miners ETF (GDX), which includes investments in all the major miners.

Alternative Investment Considerations

While gold is a good bet on inflation, it's certainly not the only one. Commodities in general benefit from inflation because they have pricing power. The key consideration when investing in commodity-based businesses is to go for low-cost producers. More conservative investors would also do well to consider inflation-protected securities like Treasury Inflation-Protected Securities, or TIPS. The one thing you don't want is to be sitting idle—in cash, thinking you're doing well—while inflation is eroding the value of your dollar.

Gold Price Performance

The price of gold depends on a complex array of factors. Because gold is priced in dollars, the value of the U.S. currency can have a significant impact on the performance of the precious metal. A strong dollar makes gold more expensive for buyers in other countries, potentially leading to lower gold prices. On the other hand, a weaker dollar makes gold more affordable for international purchasers and may bring increased prices. Since gold is seen as a hedge against inflation, the decline in value of fiat currencies and the market's expectations surrounding inflation can also affect gold prices.

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These factors seem to be evident in the yellow metal's recent price history. Throughout most of 2022, despite soaring levels of inflation, gold prices actually dipped, likely driven lower by sustained strength in the dollar against other currencies. More recently, with inflation remaining stubbornly persistent despite the Federal Reserve's attempts to bring it under control, gold prices have recovered to more than $1,875 per ounce in January 2023, from around $1,656 per ounce in September 2022.

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What's to Come

You can't ignore the effect of human psychology when it comes to investing in gold. The precious metal has always been a go-to investment during times of fear and uncertainty, which tend to go hand in hand with economic recessions and depressions.

In the articles that follow, we examine how and why gold gets its fundamental value, how it's used as a form of money, and which factors subsequently influence its price on the market—from miners to speculators to central banks. We will look at the fundamentals of trading gold and what types of securities or instruments are commonly used to gain exposure to gold investments. We'll look at using gold both as a long-term component of a diversified portfolio and as a short-term day trading asset. We'll look at the benefits of gold but also examine the risks and pitfalls and see if it lives up to the "gold standard."

What Makes Gold Valuable?

Aside from its literal shine and the symbolic relationship with wealth that has lasted throughout human civilization, gold plays an important role as a store of value and a medium of exchange. Unlike other commodities, gold does not get used up or consumed, imbuing the precious metal with a sense of everlasting value. Gold serves as a hedge against the declining value of currencies through inflation, which leads many investors to consider gold an alternative asset and a way of safeguarding their wealth.

What Is the Gold Standard?

Under the gold standard, the value of a currency is pegged to the value of gold. The Bretton Woods Agreement, which formed the framework for global currency markets starting at the end of World War II, established that the U.S. dollar was convertible to gold at a fixed rate of $35 per ounce, with other world currencies valued in relation to the dollar.

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President Nixon ended the convertibility of the dollar to gold in 1971, signaling the end of the gold standard.

How Can I Invest in Gold?

There is a wide variety of options for investors who want exposure to gold. It's possible to invest directly in gold bullion, although the costs of storing and insuring physical gold can be significant. Investors also can turn to exchange-traded funds (ETFs) that hold the precious metal or purchase shares of mining companies whose stock prices are correlated to gold's price performance.

The Bottom Line

Gold has held a special place in the human imagination since the beginning of recorded time. From an investment perspective, gold is attractive because of its potential to remain strong in difficult financial environments and to hedge against inflationary declines in the value of fiat currencies.

Although the U.S. dollar and other world currencies are no longer pegged to gold—as was the case when many countries operated under the gold standard—the precious metal continues to play an important role in the global economy.

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Investing in Gold

Investing in Gold1 of 30

Why Gold Matters: Everything You Need to Know2 of 30

Why Has Gold Always Been Valuable?3 of 30

What Drives the Price of Gold?4 of 30

What Moves Gold Prices?5 of 30

Gold Standard: Definition, How It Works, and Example6 of 30

Gold: The Other Currency7 of 30

How to Invest in Gold: An Investor’s Guide8 of 30

Gold Bug9 of 30

8 Good Reasons to Own Gold10 of 30

4 Ways to Buy Gold11 of 30

Does It Still Pay to Invest in Gold?12 of 30

The Best Ways To Invest In Gold Without Holding It13 of 30

How to Buy Gold Bars14 of 30

The Best Strategy for Gold Investors15 of 30

The Most Affordable Way to Buy Gold: Physical Gold or ETFs?16 of 30

The Better Inflation Hedge: Gold or Treasuries?17 of 30

Has Gold Been a Good Investment Over the Long Term?18 of 30

Trading the Gold-Silver Ratio19 of 30

How to Trade Gold in 4 Steps20 of 30

Gold Option21 of 30

How To Buy Gold Options22 of 30

Using Technical Analysis in Gold Miner ETFs23 of 30

Day-Trading Gold ETFs: Top Tips24 of 30

Gold ETFs vs. Gold Futures: What's the Difference?25 of 30

Should You Get a Gold IRA?26 of 30

How to Buy Gold With Your 401(k)27 of 30

Gold IRA Definition28 of 30

When and Why Do Gold Prices Plummet?29 of 30

The Effect of Fed Funds Rate Hikes on Gold30 of 30

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