#and just to say I know none of them are HORRIBLE

[monstersholygrail]

Imagine how hilarious it is to think about a monsterfucker who’s dating a monster but it isn’t the kind of monster you usually lust after. But a different monster entirely.

Just imagine what it would be like for your Werewolf bf to be innocently looking for something when he comes across a drawer of your monster toys. Not expecting at all to find what he does inside.

“And just what is this?” your Werewolf bf calls out as he stomps into the living room.

You pause your show to give him your attention when the whole world freezes, everything moving in slow motion as your stomach drops as you come face-to-face with what’s in his hand. You try and talk but all that comes out is a horrible gasp.

“I-it’s not what it looks like, I swear!” You finally manage to call out.

But how can it be anything else when he’s standing there with a tentacle dildo in his hand?

“Oh, really? Then by all means, please explain.”

Your Werewolf bf taps his foot, his claws clicking on the ground in time with the agitated swing of his fluffy tail. The expression on his face is stern yet he somehow still manages to look like a kicked puppy.

Really, you try and come up with a reasonable explanation for this and the many other tentacle dildos he must’ve seen in your drawer. No matter what you try and think up, none of it makes any dang sense. You’re left a sputtering mess the longer he stares at you, massive dildo in hand.

“Ugh, I’m sorry— ok?!” You finally break, making him growl in frustration.

“Is my knot not enough for you???” He shouts back, his expression all pouty, acting like he’s been abandoned on the side of the road.

“No, no, it is! If it bothers you I won’t any of them anymore.”

You stand up then, trying to go comfort and reassure him when something passes over his face. Oh, shit. What did you say now? Realization hits you a second too late.

“Any of them?! How many do you have, I thought it was just the one!”

The distress on your boyfriend’s face both makes you want to laugh and makes your heart ache. He turns around to storm back into your room and you’re right on his tail.

“Wait, honey, please! Don’t do this to yourself!” You shout after him, but by the time you reach your room it’s too late.

He pulls the drawer open more to reveal all different shapes and sizes of tentacle cocks with a look of dramatic betrayal written on his face. You stand a few steps behind him, letting him process. He knew about your love of tentacles when you got together but perhaps he didn’t realize the extent of how bad they turned you on.

After a few unbearable moments of silence he turns back around to face you, an unsettling darkness surrounding him now. One that made you shiver. From fear or lust, who knows. But each step he takes closer to you has you gushing and soaking your panties with slick.

Your breath quickens as he hovers over you with the biggest of your tentacle dildos in hand. While the other slides down his torso. The clinking of his belt nearly makes your knees buckle.

“You know, I’m thinkin’ maybe we need to do a comparison. See which monster cock you really prefer after all…”

You nearly trip over your feet as you scramble away from him. Even as arousal simmers in your belly at the predatory look he’s staring you down with. And when you reach the foot of your bed, stopping yourself from trying to step back again, he pushes you down instead. His figure looming over you.

“…And which one can make you shatter with such an inexplainable pleasure that it leaves you a fucked out mess of drool and cum.”

[navia3000]

Electric Touch - C. Kent

Pairings : Clark Kent x intern!Reader

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None, I think

Summary : After not dating for a while, Clark’s heart is restarted by her electric touch

Based On : Electric Touch by Taylor Swift

A/N : I think this might be my longest work to date, and I’m excited! I don’t really know how much I like this but oh well.

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Clark didn’t date. At least, not after Lois. When Lois told him she was done, that she couldn’t take the stress of not just dating Clark, but dating Superman, he vowed not to date again. And he stuck to his vow. He drowned himself in his work, both at the Daily Planet and as the Earth’s protector. He kept himself busy, refusing any girl Jimmy tried setting him up with. Until her.

When Clark heard there would be a new intern in the Daily Planet, he thought nothing of it. But then, she walked in and it was as though his broken heart resurrected and glued itself back together, beating only for her.

She was kind and compassionate. She would take on any extra assignments given to her. She would bring the whole office coffee just because. She would volunteer to review people’s papers. She would give her lunch to the homeless in the streets, always saying that they needed it more than she did. And slowly, she won Clark’s heart.

The crush the two of them had on each other was obvious. It was obvious in the way he would linger around her desk, the way there was always a cup of coffee waiting for her at her desk, the way he would visibly perk up at the mention of her. It was obvious in the way she would always blush when he directed his word at her, the way she couldn’t meet his eye when he stared at her, the way she would laugh at his jokes, no matter how horrible they were.

And, finally, he gathered the courage to ask her on a date. It was a Tuesday, the Daily Planet buzzing with another front page Superman exclusive. Clark was early. A fact which surprised many of the Daily Planet staff. He walked in, two coffee cups in hand, beelining straight to her desk.

“Good morning,” she spoke once he reached her, red sneaking its way into her cheeks.

“Good morning,” he smiled as he handed her the coffee. “Latte with vanilla syrup,” her favorite coffee from her favorite coffee shop.

“Thank you, Clark.” Her eyes straying to his every three seconds. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to!” He spoke a little too quickly, “I mean, it’s really no problem.” What he failed to mention is that the cafe was five blocks out of his way to work.

They both sat in an awkward silence, her sipping from her coffee, him leaning against her desk.

“Uhm, I was thinking,” nervousness creeped its way into his tone, “if you weren’t busy, would you maybe want to go catch a movie with me this weekend?” She stared at him in surprise. He panicked. “I mean, of course, only if you’re free. And only if you want. You don’t have to say yes, I just thought may-”

“I would love to,” she cut him off, the smile he came to look forward to seeing making itself at home on her face.

“Great! Awesome, I’ll pick you up at seven this Saturday?”

“That works,” she couldn’t stop smiling.

“Awesome. It’s a date,” and with that, he made his way over to his desk, pretending to be nonchalant when he really wanted to celebrate her saying yes to a date with him.

And so, there he was, fixing the collar of his shirt, ready to go on his first date in two years. “Just breathe,” he kept reminding himself. “It’s gonna be ok, I mean, you’re Superman for gods sake.” His pep talk was not working, for his hands still shook with nervousness and anticipation.

He kept muttering words of encouragement under his breath all the way to her apartment. He didn’t stop until he stood in front of the door, hand hovering in the air, seconds before knocking. He took a deep breath as his hand knocked on her door.

The door swung open. There she was, standing in all her glory. Clark’s pep talk flew out the window as he took her in: her hair, her jacket and jeans, her smile, her smile. She looked equally as nervous and excited as he was.

“Hey,” he sounded breathless, “you look… you look very pretty,” he mentally slapped himself. Pretty? That’s it? But, could you blame him? After months of yearning for this girl, he was finally able to take her out. He even went so far as to reach out to the Justice Gang, asking them to take over for the night so he would have no interruptions.

She giggled, “thank you. You look very handsome.” The compliment made his cheeks redden, which made her smile grow even more.

“Ready to go?” She nodded, and the two left her apartment complex, making their way to the theater. As they walked, their hands brushed, making the pair blush even more.

The conversation flowed as they reached the theater, Clark, ever the gentleman, opening the door for her.

After insisting to pay for her snacks, they made their way to their seats. “So, what are watching?” She asked, her hand reaching into his popcorn and eating it gleefully. He smiled at her not-so-sneaky theft.

“Well, I remember you saying Pride and Prejudice was your favorite, so I pulled a couple strings and asked them to play it tonight.” He watched as she sat, a stunned look on her face. Her surprise made him nervous, maybe he did too much and he was scaring her away. But then, a smile slowly crept its way into her face. She looked at him as if she was really seeing him, as if she was seeing past the his pretend nonchalance and was seeing a man who truly cared for her.

“Thank you,” was all she said. After a few minutes, he pretended not to notice her hand sneaking his popcorn.

The movie began, and while he knew he should be paying attention to the movie, he couldn’t help but sneaking glances at her. He noticed everything. He noticed her mouth reciting the lines of the movie, clear evidence that she had seen the movie way too many times. He noticed the tears pooling at her eyes as Lizzie left Darcy after he professed his love for her. And he noticed how, as the minutes ticked by, she leaned closer and closer to him. Somehow, towards the middle of the film, her hand had made its way into his.

The movie ended and they left the theater, however, her hand never left his. His heart was beating a million miles an hour, being brought back to life by her. As they walked hand in hand, their conversation never stopped. It felt as though they were made for each other. And boy, he hoped they were. Because this girl was able to make him feel things he hadn’t felt, not even with Lois. He felt at peace, he felt as though finally, the world wasn’t resting at his shoulders. He wasn’t Superman, no, he was Clark. Just Clark.

Back at her apartment door, neither of them wanted the night to end. They stood facing each other, banter flowing easily between the both of them.

“I’m not that bad,” he exclaimed.

“Clark, everyday you’re like an hour late. That’s pretty bad,” she laughed.

“Well, if anything I’m late because I go out of my way to bring you coffee.”

“I don’t remember asking you to do that.”

“No, but, I want to. I like doing it,” his voice lowered.

“Why is that?” She looked at him with curiosity in her eyes.

“Because it gives me an excuse to talk to you,” his eyes looked anywhere but hers.

“Clark, you don’t need to use coffee as an excuse to talk to me. I don’t know if you noticed but I like talking to you.”

His eyes snapped to hers, “you do?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have said yes to tonight if I didn’t.” He laughed, making her smile.

“No, I suppose not. You know, Jimmy has mentioned you having a crush on me a couple of times.”

He watched in amusement as she groaned and threw her head back. “Ugh, he wasn’t supposed to say anything.”

“It’s ok,” he squeezed her hand, “cause I like you too.” They stared at each other, the air becoming charged with tension. He watched as she began to lean in, and, finally, her lips found their home in his. The kiss was gentle, slow, like they had all the time in the world. But it was also electric. It jumpstarted Clark’s heart, and he knew then, in the heat of her electric touch, that he finally got it right.

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[diabolicalevil]

Hi! Do you have any headcanons for how everything would go down if the Primarchs somehow ended up in arranged marriages and how they’d subsequently deal with everything?

Primarchs in an arranged marriage that's not to you

gn!reader

HI ANON!!!! fun req I like this, very sorry it took me so long to get around to it T-T

Warnings: None

Lion El'johnson: perhaps this is being mean to him, but as soon as you found out you knew it was arranged. aside from you he gets zero play on account of his horrible attitude. it's not uncommon to arrange a marriage on caliban, it's a death world and continuing your lineage through adoption, birth or even in name only isn't unheard of. despite this you trust him to leave the engagement with little thought on the matter and he's shocked by that, maybe in both a positive or negative way. it's frightening to have someone trust you completely but he's glad it was you.

Fulgrim: the MOST used to political marriages. as long as you're okay with him being married to someone else legally everything is fine, cause he's gonna take you as a consort or a second spouse if he hasn't already, like who's gonna stop him? that being said, if you aren't and you aren't of high enough standing to switch partners it's a surprisingly difficult choice for him. he wants perfection he wants this perfect alliance but he wants you as well. I think ultimately he would go through some loops and take the hit to his rep but it would take a nail bitingly long time for him to come to that decision.

Perturabo: sorry to whoever is engaged to him LOL. they are probably working with you to get them out of this marriage take ur freak back right now.

Jaghatai Khan: girl u gotta catch him first. no but seriously I doubt he'd want to be married at all, perhaps in name only if it made you feel better but the concept of being locked down and the expectations of family that come with that (in both straight and queer relationships) is kind of the antithesis to his whole philosophy. he wouldn't do it not in a bajillion years for any reason.

Leman Russ: affronted by the concept that someone would force him into a relationship with someone he didn't choose. its like a personal slight to him.

Rogal Dorn: hes so conflicted, he sees the marriage as his duty and something that would be for the best but he also doesn't want to. like at all. he knows if he asks his legion they'll tell him to do what is most practical, logical, whatever you wanna call it. so he asks faggot I mean fulgrim and ofc he's like "follow ur heart :) live ur truthh ;))" to which rogal dorn says "excellent argument!" and makes up bullshit to call it off.

Konrad Curze: whoever is agreeing to an arranged marriage is attempting to Assassinate him.

Sanguinius: He is endlessly frustrated by people's needs to stretch and mould him into something he isn't and doesn't want to be and this is the biggest embodiment of that. he doesn't hold any real ill will to his betrothed but he will go to whatever extreme is necessary, be it politicking or assassination, to get them out. though it is partially about you it is also majorly about him exerting his own agency. which is weird to think that 10ft winged creature man has no agency but alas.

Ferrus Manus: what are the odds he's betrothed to a machine and their baby is a cyborg. what are the odds of the admech doing that to him. I see it going one of two ways, either he's frustratingly complacent either the ordeal despite how much it hurts both of you (whether he actually does anything to stop it is up to whether or not you or fulgrim force him) OR right out of the gate he's feeling #murderous that someone is handing him of all people orders when he's fought so hard to have you so far.

Angron: Jesus Christ. For all involved. he's going to kill them and maybe you if you get involved, just wait it out.

Roboute Guilliman: a contender for the second most used to political marriages. I don't believe there's a legal loophole in existence he can't exploit to get out of that engagement. and he's SO apologetic as if he actually cheated. if you wanted to manipulate him into giving you a planet all to yourself now is the time.

Mortarion: sorry the idea of him being coerced into a political marriage cannot form in my mind. like it's humorous to imagine for any of these guys but him especially. but I'll play along. regardless of the fact he shot it down immediately he still gets a little whiny, wondering if you would even care if he left, if you would leave etc. he's so annoying ❤️

Magnus: whatever he's getting out of this has got to be EXTREMELY good. like so good if it were me in that position I would concede and let him be married for however long like he'll figure it out. if there's not much in it for him I think he'd, uh, alter the fabric of the universe so that whatever was coercing him into it just goes away.

Horus Lupercal: other contender for the second most used to political marriages except usually he's setting himself up. but not this time! which make things trickier but not by that much. he can get out of it easily but justifying a marriage or staying in a relationship that has no political gain is hard for him specifically but he's probably built up enough good will.

Lorgar Aurelian: religious figures famously do not marry but leaders who are religious are expected to marry so I'm looking at it from the perspective of he, as their leader, is expected to follow doctrine and set an example of a moral leader. so in that case I don't feel like it'd be hard to switch the chosen fiance out for you, as long as you appeared to meet the holy criteria. though this would bring scrutiny, probably. lorgar is of course repenting to you and god in a corner for the crime of infidelity even though he didn't even want to do that fr.

Vulkan: extremely apologetic, while the other primarchs handle it by themselves to spare you the pain or bcs it's a personal thing he brings you along every step of the annulment, half to shove it in their face that he's with someone half to be like "see. see. see. I do not want this please don't think I want this."

Corvus Corax: another one who's biggest gripe is the utter lack of agency, before the papers are even filed theyre all mysteriously dead and nobody ever thinks abt it again.

Alpharius & Omegon: I dunno man, just marry the other one lmao.

I heart fantasy romance manhwa so this was entertaining for me though the concept was a little hard for me to do just cause it's silly for me 2 think abt lol

[sunkissedluvr]

Casual.

Mean!Rafe Cameron x Sweetheart!Reader

This is inspired from Casual by Chappell Roan!

Contents! - Swearing, crying, bit of angst, suggestive content (kinda ish), use of Y/N.

Summary! - All your friends had told you, 'he's not actually interested in you..' But you didn't believe them. Because how could someone who made you feel so loved and sweet be so two-faced?

A/n! - First Rafe fic! This one's kind of open ended so let me know if you want a part two! Make sure to send in your requests! As always, constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. Hope you love it! <33

"Girl.. be so serious. That man does not want you. You know better. I'm only telling you this because I don't want you to get hurt. The longer this goes on, and the longer he strings you on the worse it'll get."

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around

There was nothing left to say to defend yourself, all you could muster out was a weak, "you guys just don't know him like I do."

You knew what people said about you, what they thought about your 'relationship' with Rafe. They all thought you were too sweet for your own good, too trusting, and so very naive.

Now you may have been trusting and kind, but you never mistook your kindness or lovingness for stupidity. You knew the rumors. That you were just another girl off his To Do List, but this was more. This was real, you knew it.

I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

Because none of them knew what it was like between you and Rafe.

They didn't know about the nights you two would spend tangled in your sheets, him tracing patterns on your back, the soft 'I love you's' that you would share. The warmth between each other. The love radiating off of him and of you. They didn't know any of it.

I thought you thought of me better Someone you couldn't lose

So, you would always dismiss it as drama, as gossip that girls would spread because they wanted him or wanted to be you.

Until the party, just a random party Topper Thornton had thrown. A normal night, another boring party.

But then you spot him and all is right in the world. Topper's house now has more color, and the music carries a new vibrancy.

He's just there being Rafe, on the couch with Topper and Kelce. And of course Topper and Kelce have girls planted on their laps, as if that's where they belong.

But Rafe, your beautiful Rafe, didn't have anyone on his lap, no girls hanging off his arms, but not for their lack of effort. It was because he would shake them off. And this was just what you needed to gain the confidence to go up to him.

With every step you took closer to him your smile grew and your heart pounded harder in your chest, the feeling of this love you had with Rafe was engulfing you once again.

Until you were within earshot of their conversation. Topper was giving Rafe shit for not hooking up with one of the many girls throwing theirselves his way.

"Oh cmon, since when are you so fucking pussy whipped dude?" Topper jokes out as Kelce snickered in response.

"Man I don't even know what you're talking about." Rafe, playing it off coldly.

And of course, Topper didn't back down, "Ohh yes you do, your sweet little princess Y/n has you wrapped around her finger. Are you her boyfriend now?" He uses this horrible teasing tone, stretching his words out just to get a rise out of Rafe.

"Bro what the fuck are you talking about? All she is to me is good pussy. Like I would ever date someone like her. It's just a casual fuck here 'n there man."

That's all he said. Nothing to defend your private activities together, nothing to dismiss the conversation or to even change the subject. All he had to say was 'a casual fuck.'

And it was then, Topper and Kelce had noticed you. Standing barely three feet away, eyes zeroed in on them, and they knew you heard everything. Then Rafe turned around and saw you. But before he could say anything, you turned around and left, simply walked away, no drama, no screams, none of it. Just silence and tears you would never let him see or know of.

Now, there was no more joy in the air, no more music to sway to, and worst of all, there was nothing left to say.

You said, "We're not together"

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@uzmacchiato

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

thuyw au, 10-20 years later

so this is just a little exploration, just playing around for the lols because so many people are obsessed with the idea of what the future in this au is like. and just to point out yet again (because it is relevant in this context) this au is suspended in time, no one is ageing, graduating, no nothing, this is just for fun.

on to the headcanons:

steve: go off to law school, then have a successful career at his dad's firm, take over that someday...

bucky: goes on to become a journalist, probably eventually becomes the editor of some huge and iconic paper, but at the end of the day, no burden will ever be as heavy as dat dick of his.

ari: jail. idk how else to say this, i think he'd end up in jail one way or another.... good for him tho, he'll probably vibe with it, it'll be just enough of a slap over his wrist to keep things interesting for him.

andy: will probably end up working at the same lawfirm as steve, so they can be all horrible at work together (maybe corrupt at least one secretary... both on their own, together, crosswise, circle, loop de loop)

marc: he will travel a bunch (have his own little eat, pray, love situation), end up moving to a different country and change so much that he doesn't tell anyone about what his youth was like (ew, fratbro, no thank you. we'll take that secret to the grave, thanks)

ransom: let's be real, he'll probably die young of an overdose because he partied too hard

curtis: i could see him having a stint after uni of fully devoting his life to boxing and having an amazing career in that before his body said stop. after that, he'd probably got enough money to be fine for the rest of his life, so he then probably goes on to spend a lot of his life with various charity organisations (he's an anthropology major now, so i could see that)

lloyd: well... his future is already set and stone in his little bio on the guide post: future sugar daddy. feels right. feels correct.

thor: he will become that alumnus that can't let go of his youth and always shows up at random school events

scott: will probably go on to life the most "normal" life out of all of them

miguel: i'm seeing tech billionaire in his future or some shit like that...

billy: fuckboy for life, never settles down, all day, all night, breakfast, lunch and dinner, babyyyy

frank: i could see him eventually down the line becoming a teacher... maybe at a high school...

and lastly, y/n: i could see her go a few different ways...

what i wish the most for her is that she gets as far away from all of these fuckers as she can, lives a quiet and peaceful life around people who aren't actual monsters.

but if she doesn't ever manage to do so, then maybe she ends up in a very toxic relationship with reed (he eventually divorces his wife after they've carried their affair on for forever, like all throughout her education, probably doesn't stop being secret till after she is a doctor)

or maybe after her mom and steve's dad eventually split up, steve grabs the opportunity with both hands because suddenly their dynamic isn't as taboo anymore. he's gotten so used to her that he can't let go yet, he's too addicted to quit. maybe he takes even more over her life, moves her with him to keep her close, makes her quit school just to keep her priorities straight (which he thinks should fully be him), keeps her around like he'd keep a maid around, you know? or more accurately, like his favourite sex toy, because that's what you are lol.

another thought could be that none of them are able to stop this horrible dance you've got going on

soooo maybe they all work together to kidnap you

maybe they keep you in a super secluded cabin somewhere. it's essentially built like a fancy prison (or maybe they just lock you up in the basement)

and at least one of them is always there (there is a schedule, they go on rotation)

so whenever they get stressed out and need to flee from their real lives, they go stay at the cabin

it's giving horror movie, basement wife vibes, and i love it

[diamonrot]

Can We Reach the Stars Together? (Sylus)

Sylus’ Idol Survival Show Contestant Profile:

I imagine Sylus (28 years old) as a former idol who debuted years ago with a group named Crow. The group consisted of Sylus as the leader, the twins, and two other members. They were a popular group, especially Sylus, but after he was involved with a few scandals, he was forced to leave the group and his original entertainment agency. This change led to division in Crow’s fanbase, and thus caused their disbandment. Many fans blamed Sylus himself for the downfall of Crow. This ruined Sylus’ reputation and led to him taking a hiatus from the spotlight. During his hiatus, he founded his own entertainment agency, Onychinus. The agency successfully debuted several idol groups, actors, and models. Despite his success, Sylus missed performing and decided to give it another try and auditioned to be on Boy’s Love and Deepspace. 

In the show, he remains the leading member of team Demon.

Interesting Fact: Sylus’ 3 main scandals were the following:

Rumors of him dating an older actress.

Rumors of him using and being addicted to several drugs, the most rumored being weed.

During a variety show, he was quoted saying “Linkon has a lot of restrictions”. After this, a compilation of his “bad-mouthing” of Linkon was created and netizens shamed him for “hating Linkon”.

Although his career was ruined by scandal, none of them were ever proven true. There were conspiracies in the fanbase that attributed the scandals to bad actors trying to ruin his life. The possible bad actors were thought to be the two other members of Crow and his original entertainment agency. 

Relationship with other LADS Boys:

Xavier: Sylus feels indifferent to Xavier. He just sees him as another competitor. However, Sylus acknowledges Xavier's talent.

Caleb: Sylus’ agency scouted Caleb, but failed to recruit him before Farspace did. This being the case, Sylus is fully aware of Caleb’s talent, attractive persona, leadership and cutthroat nature. These factors made Sylus respect him while remaining wary of him. During a confessional, Sylus stated that Caleb is one of his toughest competition.

Zayne: Zayne is the person besides M!MC that Sylus respects the most. From his contacts in Akso Entertainment, he heard of Zayne’s amazing talent and work ethics. Additionally, he loves Zayne’s dependable, honest, and kind personality. He has mentioned multiple times that Zayne is one of the competitors he hopes to debut with. 

Rafayel: Sylus and Rafayel have collaborated together on multiple projects. Sylus enjoys Rafayel’s company, feeling they are similar. Both being tactical in their work, enjoying the finer things in life, and similar humor, values, and views. However, he dislikes Rafayel’s tendency to play a frivolous, vain, and childish persona, and being dishonest with others with whom he is. 

According to the show’s directors/judges, this is Sylus’s weaknesses and strengths:

Weaknesses: Hated and disliked by some fans because of his previous scandals. His singing is horrible, and his dancing wasn’t the best either. His appearance can be intimidating and people misinterpret him as mean or evil. His confidence and straightforwardness can make him seem arrogant and rude. His height and size makes him stick out of most groups he is in. Not great with cute concepts.

Strengths: Although his singing was horrible and dancing was sub-par, Sylus presence and rapping is magnetic. Additionally, he is great at leading his team. His face card is unmatched. He has an in-depth knowledge of the industry and knows how to advertise himself. His confidence, honesty, and “Attractive CEO” persona can be very attractive to fans. 

Contestant Profiles:

Original Post/M!MC, Xavier, Zayne, Caleb & Rafayel

[kremblor]

It's honestly fascinating because we got that flashback of her after death and it's not immediately post death. It's the vigil, it's her ghost seeing her own vigil with Thor and Sass and the other ghosts all "so your a ghost now" to her.

We see her death (sorta) but not when she becomes the ghost and Nancy is there. The earliest post death scene we have of her is that vigil and the thing is .... That wouldn't be the same night. Prom happened, the murder happens. Her boyfriend would escape report the murder, kids go home from prom and find out the horrible thing that happens THE NEXT DAY.

There wasn't social media and all that. The kids had fun at prom and found out Stephanie died the next day. Vigil is at night ... The vigil is either the next night or as most are planned days later. (Further fitting to my she doesn't actually sleep the whole year theory). And while she's standing there seeing her own vigil - something none of the ghosts have really experienced a similar thing to yet except maybe Hetty - they are just all "btw your a ghost here's the rules"

This tells us she hasn't been processing for some time. They are trying to tell her as they can. But they aren't even giving her the space at all either.

Now, I do think it is because the writers could have conveyed it a bit better but we also have to remember .... Pre Sam the ghosts were very "the livings are our entertainment don't really care what happens to them just so long as we are amuses" and "oh new thing must put all focus here".

Which for them .... Does make sense. They have a very limited world to exist in. It is, essentially, just whatever ghosts there are then watching livings. When you exist for an endless time ... Those who have a finite time would become a sort of amusement to you. Once one of them joins you .... its the first new thing in years. And Stephanie is a CHILD (teenager yes but child) brutally attacked and then suddenly exposed to these other ghosts who are just constantly there not understanding that hey she kinda needs to process this.

(we actually see a bit of processing with Carol, the whole "that's so weird to see my body" scene but it's brushed off which is why I say I also think it's the writers ... It's there but not fully if that makes sense)

What's really interesting to me is ... Pete dies like 2 years before Stephanie. Meaning he likely knew of this serial killer while alive AND he's seeing a victim of them. You can see he isn't as pushy as the others even in the flashback but his lack of confidence is holding him back. Dad Pete doesn't know how to help new ghost Stephanie especially as he himself was still relatively new

It's just ... It's honestly fascinating and I wish the show got into this stuff more

I feel like people dont talk enough about the fact that Stephanie was murdered,

None of the other ghosts were killed so purposely and violently. Even characters like Nigel and Alberta couldn't quite relate to her. Nigel (and Pete) were killed by accident, Alberta (while still murdered) wasn't killed violently, she quite literally didn't even know how she died until a few seasons in. Steph was a seventeen year old who died trying to escape from a deranged man with a chainsaw and was then cursed to spend eternity in a house full of adult strangers with no one her own age. Even worse, she's only awake for a few days a year, I can't imagine how disorientating that is- waking from a years dreaming to once again realise that you're still dead, and still here, everyone has moved on without you and you don't have a single friend in the world.

[alloru]

Artfight attacks I am not proud of :p

okay so these are my last 6 artfight attacks from 2024, none of which I have posted before because I did not like how they turned out.

the first one is wayy too experimental, because I was quite literally just throwing textures at the wall and seeing what stuck (even though some didn't belong on the wall in the first place)!

the second one being messy can be pretty excusable I guess because I got ✨food poisoning✨ in the middle of it and continued drawing anyway. horrible idea, I know! :D

and the others are like that because I had burnt myself out so much that I was somehow only capable of drawing chibis for the rest of the event.

sorry to all the oc owners for not giving it my all btw. all of these designs were so lovely!! but anyway: why did I do this to myself? I really wanted to reach 40 total attacks, because brain is happy when number go up.

needless to say I won't be making the same mistake this year lmao

credits for the ocs:

Paint by undercorepaint on twitter

Miko Mori by @minxi-mink

September by Zephiiyr on Toyhouse

Shroomy by packet on artfight

Orin by sneksoup on artfight

Dallas by cryptidcreature on instagram

have an awesome next 24 hours everyone <3

[starryeyed-seer]

The thing about Sol as a character to me is that... I don't think or believe sol is some heroic good guy who is only doing lovely caring things, because obviously not. That is not what i am asking for.

There is just a big difference between "2d cartoon incel abusive dudebro loser" and "has reasons for actions which are more complex than being a dickhead"

....and i find it surprising how often I see people assume and prefer the first? I don't understand what is fun or interesting or compelling about that.

I can imagine an angle of 'absolute power corruption, a lack of acknowledgement or care for those below, the cosmic horror of god just being a petty jerk', but i also have never seen that argument

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

today just will not let me rest huh. reasons are in the tags but i get very emotional just be warned

[orcelito]

Don't know whether it's a product of my upbringing or just part of who I am, but I really do tend to shrug off things that seem to send others into massive guilt spirals. Like, what's the point? Either you meant to do it or you didn't. If you meant to do it but regret it now, make what amends you can & resolve to do better, then move on. If you didn't mean to, be honest about it, apologize if need be, & try to do better. Then move on.

Beating yourself up truly serves no purpose. What are we, catholic? If there is a god, I truly don't think they'd care, anyways

[elytrafemme]

love my friends dearly because i laid on them (in the context of a nightmare friend group schism breakup where i'm the least involved involved party) that i (1) have a fear of forgetting doing something horrible that is leading me to worry that they'll weaponize something against me (2) have an immediate crying response during any conflict and (3) am in the midst of my worst dissociative episode in years so my goal is to "avoid dissociating because as i found out yesterday when i dissociate i can't speak or see". they're really nice about it but God am i a nightmare to bring to a conflict scenario

[coffee-keith]

Really struggling with trying to figure out what's me. Like what I enjoy and what ideas/traits/desires are actually my own. I think it's beautiful that people influence each other and grow together, but I'm left feeling lost right now and wondering what's actually me.

[steampoweredskeleton]

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Ignore

[catboybiologist]

Hey. You know how laws against queer people never really mask off say that they're for queer persecution? You know how they always have to wrap it in a layer of "saving the children" or "protecting women", when the goal is actually the destruction of queer groups without actually any improvements to the lives of children or women? You know how the cherry pick examples without context of queer people committing horrible Acts, most of the times in completely false ways, try and make their point?

A bill to destroy biomedical research as we know it just got introduced to Congress with a similar tactic.

The SPARE act would ban all use of vertebrate animals for biomedical research in the United states. It's dressed in language of animal welfare, into aims to tap into the public lack of knowledge about how animal research is used and why is necessary. Not easier, necessary.

I can go into great detail about why this is, but I'm going to put this as simply as possible. There is an inherent paradox to not using animals for biomedical research. If you know enough about a factor or disease or whatever, that you are studying, replicated in a model system and no, for a fact that this model system reflects the reality of how that factor operates in a complete organism, then you know enough about that factor by definition to none use an animal. And therefore, no research is even necessary. If something is being researched, somewhere in the thread of that research, there will be an animal study involved. Maybe not in that particular paper, maybe not in that particular research group, but something that group cites, some continuation of that research, some thing that is necessary to actually provide a meaningful understanding about human or animal biology, must involve a research animal at some point in the process.

Anyone who has done animal research understands this is the case. Anyone who has done animal research also understands that there are great standards put in place by University IACUCs to maintain ethical standards. Are there lapses? Of course. And you're about to hear about *all* of them, without context, without the thousands of examples of lives that have been saved by disease research. And of course, we already *have* systems of accountability.

Animal testing is a delicate topic across the political spectrum. And for good reason. However, I don't think very many people outside of the field truly understand how necessary it is to gain literally any understanding about biological systems, nor the systems of accountability that already exist to ensure it's done ethically and meaningfully.

The goal is destruction of research science in this country. If this bill passes I'm genuinely doubtful that I will ever be able to be employed in this country again.

Please, PLEASE urge your representatives to do something about this.

Oh and by the way- if you needed any indication that this law is bullshit and they don't care about animal welfare, any testing on military and police animals is a specifically allowed exception.

[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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