#I did NOT GET IT but it was crazy being in the same room as that fabled acursed bear…..

[ashtxrie]

get your rizz game up! (jeongin)

PAIR. non-idol!jeongin x f!reader GENRE. crazy fluff, all stray kids members included, at the end of the day they're just eight guys, aura losses across the board WORD COUNT. 1.75k WARNINGS. none (failed rizz attempts) NOTES. this absolutely happened i was the coffee table IN WHICH: jeongin is down bad for the huzz but he needs to consult his 7 rizz counselors first…!!

it's not every day that eight guys crowd around the phone screen of their youngest member, projected on the big television screen in their living room ─ but when they do, they're either completely locked in, or locked the hell out.

yang jeongin was absolutely cooked.

"GUYS listen to me. just send a simple 'hi!'"

"felix NO remove that exclamation mark right NOW—"

pulling down a very impassioned minho back to the couch, seungmin crossed his arms, unimpressed. "so... how did we get to this situation again?"

it all started two months ago, when the exact same formation was assembled to delude jeongin into sending you a follow request on instagram. it was, by far, the longest three hours of his life.

after arguments ("HE'S GOING TO SOUND DESPERATE"), insults ("maybe she's into guys who have a bit of loser in them!"), and a near mental-breakdown ("GUYS SO YES OR NO" "YES!" "NO!"), the poor ginger-haired boy was as conflicted as ever to press the not-so-simple blue button.

it's not like you were strangers either — he's definitely made eye contact with you upwards of five times in class! he was basically halfway there! you were falling in love with his charms for sure...

right when jeongin was about to give up and shut down his phone for the day, a notification brought him out of his misery. [@ your name] has requested to follow you.

and the crowd goes WILD!!

claps on the back, wiping fake tears from their faces as the seven other boys embraced one another, as if they were the ones who manifested this absolute alignment of the universe.

jeongin didn't care, nor did he notice, as he was taking a million screenshots of the screen before the notification disappeared. finally liberated from the fear of being accused of instagram stalking, he confirmed your follow and followed you right back — not caring about jisung's protests in the background talking about how he should probably wait a few more minutes. true love doesn't wait, jisung!

but maybe true love does wait. because it has been a whole week since you guys last spoke through instagram, and even that seemed like a stretch for conversation. this was it; jeongin had finally ran out of topics. he had exhausted his (very limited) list of conversation starters — putting his dignity on the line by asking you what the calculus homework was from time to time, stopping only when seungmin laughed at him as he asked the same question for the third time in a week ("DUDE she's going to think you're a D1 slacker").

it doesn't help that your interactions in real life have dwindled as well, other than jeongin's pre-mapped route on campus that allows him to cheerfully wave 'hi!' to you on your way to class. the last time he truly had a conversation with you, you had complimented his shoes (it wasn't the diabolical jurassic stompers 1 2 unbuckle those shoes this time guys trust... or maybe it was) and he had nearly passed out. if he hadn't been keeping his aura in check by monitoring his own movements, he definitely would have stared at you, open-mouthed in shock right then and there.

but that was two weeks ago. the jeongin lore environment is now drier than the sahara desert. we need improvement, now!

so that's how we get seven self-proclaimed top-of-the-line rizz counselors, hooking up jeongin's phone to the television through airplay to cook up something foolproof.

unfortunately for jeongin, there is a lot of debate on what foolproof looks like.

"whatever you do, just don't send the exclamation mark," minho warned.

"i still stand by my 'hi!' idea," felix advised.

a series of "NO!"s were yelled out.

"too simple."

"too bland."

"what about a 'how ya doin?'" chan offered. "with a winky face?"

they all cringed simultaneously.

"by far, that is the worst idea..."

"chan... i think you're in the wrong generation to be giving advice," seungmin deadpanned.

jeongin put his head down. and they said chan was supposed to be the best at this!

"it's time to be a man," changbin laughed, putting both hands on the coffee table. "just be more dominant."

"dOMINANT?!"

and the room erupts in chaos again.

"okay wait, how about you just write her a long, heartfelt message about how you feel about her?" hyunjin cut in, grinning deviously.

the boy looked terrified at the suggestion. "definitely not. that's so out of character for me."

"everything about this is out of character for you," shrugged hyunjin. "look, how about you post a fit check and put some cryptic lyrics over it. it always works, trust."

and that's how the youngest found himself digging through his closet for the most mogalicious outfit he will cook up for 2025.

under usual circumstances, this would've been right up his alley. but the stakes were higher than ever today, and jeongin found himself being rushed with "BROO just take a photo already" after his eighth outfit change of the day to find the best effortlessly-trendy-but-not-too-aloof combination for the most important post of his entire life.

cooking takes time.

hyunjin was nominated to be the designated photographer of the day, clicking the shutter button at millisecond intervals and praying that one of them was the shot. the older boy was having the time of his life, twisting his hand at every angle (while doing dramatic back bends), sniping jeongin like no tomorrow.

"you're doing great sweetie!" minho yelled from the other room.

"how's it going guys?" bang chan peeked through the doorframe, holding the bowl of instant noodles that he had made at the beginning of this makeshift runway show. the noodles have since cooled down, with chan's chopsticks sticking out precariously from the near-empty bowl.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE PLOTTING MY DOWNFALL," jeongin cried, swiping through five consecutive photos of himself mid-blink.

"oh. yikes i really caught you lacking with that one... keep swiping i swear there's beautiful ones too."

it then took fifteen more minutes of jeongin analyzing song lyrics with full rhetorical analysis before he had a postable instagram story. he even recruited seungmin to help him press post.

"AAAND... POSTED!"

and now we wait.

not even a whole minute had passed before you liked his story.

"HOLY SHIT IT'S HAPPENING."

"JEONGIN YOU BETTER LOCK THE FUCK IN."

"that response time is genuinely CRAZY."

then you started typing.

[[your name] sent a message].

the living room exploded with yells, with each member pointing at the tv screen with their own piece of (contradicting) advice.

"OPEN IT OR SHE'LL THINK YOU'RE UNINTERESTED."

"DO NOT OPEN THAT—"

"HE HAS TO."

"THAT'S WHY YOU CAN'T PULL."

"OH SHUT THE HELL UP—"

chan decided to save poor jeongin. scooting over, he told the youngest of the secret method: looking at the preview without opening the message itself.

except that backfired.

because it said 3 new messages. dammit!

ignoring the chaos surrounding him, jeongin's eyes flickered around the room to decide his next move. should he risk it all?

"JUST OPEN IT ALREADY!"

so he did.

and oh my god. this is not real.

"fit is FIREE 🔥🔥"

"as always tbh"

"lock your closet tonight"

your messages rocked jeongin's world, i fear. jeongin's world was also literally being rocked by the sheer decibel level vibrating through the house at that exact moment.

"SHE WANTS YOU," yelled changbin.

felix nodded aggressively. "SHOOT YOUR SHOT NOW."

jeongin looked up, exasperated, with ears burning red. "but. WHAT do i say?!"

"ok look," said minho, swinging his leg over the couch to sit next to the youngest. "she swiped up on your story, which, by the way, has already exceeded my wildest expectations. you can say anything at this point and she'll still be halfway in love with you."

jisung shrugged. "i think you should send 'ouuu do you fw me.'"

"might as well send 'you DON'T pmo ❤️' then as your next message," groaned seungmin.

"yes! and top it off with a 'will you be my huzz ❤️' too!"

"STOP."

"at least i'm offering suggestions—"

jeongin was on his own.

his fingers started typing before he could form coherent thoughts. (thankfully, he did hear bang chan telling him that "whatever you do, just don't stop at liking the message" #blessed him up)

"haha thank you"

"that means a lot to me!"

"also wdym your outfits are crazy good too"

it was a little awkward, a little cute, but very organically jeongin.

"is this tuff," jeongin whispered to chan.

"very," chan affirmed.

the crowd, however, was not impressed.

"we take our eyes off the screen for FIVE seconds and he's already fumbling."

"TRIPLE TEXTING???"

"JEONGIN PAUSE—"

jeongin didn't gaf. because his target audience was REACHED.

the moment he saw you typing, he was back at the edge of his seat. "omg thank you," you sent, before your three typing bubbles appeared again. "funny story but remember the shoes that you wore two weeks ago? i actually got the same one!!"

the word count of your messages (and the shoes comment) made jeongin turn around to the rest of them with a smug smile on his face.

"and you all were massive haters about my footwear," he huffed. (he was hyperventilating)

"HURRY UP AND REPLY, DAMMIT!"

he was too invested. jeongin continued to type. "no way."

minho facepalmed. "and we've entered sahara territory again."

jeongin didn't know what came over him as he typed out the sentence and pressed send. "we could twin if u wanted to hangout sometime??" in fact, he typed it out at record speed just so he wouldn't process his own actions and stop himself from the top 1 riskiest text of his entire lifetime.

the room was silent.

at last, all eight boys huddled around the tv screen froze mid-action, eyes widening as they witnessed what had just been done.

"oh shit," whispered jisung. "we should've went with my idea."

it was agonizing. then eight unison gasps. the typing bubbles were back!

you replied."what about tomorrow?"

jeongin jumped up, staring at the message with wide eyes. then he locked the fuck in. "12 pm?"

ding! "i'm down :)"

and that's how yang jeongin, the youngest of his friend group, secured his first date.

he blinked.

then it hit him.

"oh my god it happened. IT HAPPENED!"

"WE are locked in twin. WE are pulling the huzz."

little did jeongin know, seungmin was recording. the entire time. he's totally playing this at the wedding.

TAGLIST: @enhacolor

[tojbnuy]

hey! Please could you write a little something where roommate sukuna is a little mean to reader and it’s a bit angsty but he feels bad and has to make it up to her with lots of cuddles

thank you for the request! i know it’s been a while but i hope this is okay :3 this is the same reader as part one and two pls do check them out <3

yours and roomate!sukuna’s relationship was complicated to say the least. complicated yet comfortable. your old dynamic was still up and running just with the addition of proximity. but that didnt mean things were always perfect, sukuna was still sukuna at the end of the day and he was far from perfect but he was trying.

bickering was common for the two of you, it was usually about guys or cleaning up mess but there were times were your heart was left feeling slightly shaken. you were a sensitive soul that was clear as day. sukuna was a lot more gentle with you than he was with his friends for example but sometimes the words left him before he could think about their repercussions.

today’s fight was a minor one to begin with. who had forgotten to unload the dryer and led a few of your clothes to become incredibly creased.

‘like seriously i need this shirt for tomorrow morning now im gonna have to wake up early to iron.’

‘im telling you kuna it wasn’t me, i would have remembered i always do.’

‘pssh yeah definitely.’

‘what does that mean?’

‘it means what more could i have expected from you of all people.’

‘if it was me i didn’t mean it.’

‘you didn’t mean it yet you’re always managing to do and say dumb shit. like seriously fucking grow up.’

immediately tears welled up at the harsh tone of his voice and the anger behind his words. you knew you weren’t as clever as some people but you didn’t think he found you this annoying, you had thought maybe there was even a bond developing between the two of you. comments from others about your sometimes unusual behavior and out of the blue remarks didn’t affect you as much, it was the ones from people who’s opinions you valued that tore away at your self esteem. stupid of you to think he would want to create a bond with someone as stupid as yourself when he has plenty of beautiful smart women at his hand. he would make random remarks about you being silly, maybe call you a dummy but you tried to not let it get to you, this however had tipped you off until you could no longer keep it inside. you were ashamed. ashamed to have done something so stupid.

sukunas hands were still inside the dryer, his focus on the task at hand so he hadn’t realised you hadn’t responded. then all of a sudden he heard the slight squeak of your feet on the tiled floor and a whispered sorry and only then did the guilt begin to situate. he himself was having a shitty day and the anger had built up so much so that the first inconvenience had him lashing out. at you of all people. he felt bad of course he did and he didn’t have the slightest clue as to how to check on you.

he made his way over to your room ready to be met with anger, that he could deal with. what he wasn’t prepared for was you hunched over, breathes coming out short and your shoulder shaking with how much you were crying.

‘baby? baby, hey look at me.’

you frantically wiped at your tears and attempted to stop the trembling of your hands. he hated to see you trying to act unaffected. he knew he was crazy about you before but seeing you like this, because of him was a pain he had never experienced before. the words were stuck in his throat, his pride always managing to ruin things for him.

‘you hate me.’

‘no i don’t brat, look what i said was out of line i was just mad i shouldn’t have said any of that. how could you think i hate you?’

‘because you’re always calling me stupid. i know im not like your other girl friends but you don’t have to be so rude to me all the time.’

sukuna had fucked up. majorly fucked up. what he thought was a harmless joke was actually hurting you. how could he care about anyone the same way he cared for you.

‘No, no i’m sorry baby i really am. i don’t give a shit about anyone let alone any girl the same way i care about you. i mean that doll from the bottom of my heart. i didn’t know it hurt you. i love everything about you doll. i look for you in everyone.’

‘do you think i’m stupid?’ you said with a sniffly nose and your hands gripping the comforter.

‘no doll i don’t think you’re stupid. i think you say some funny things sometimes but it makes you you. and i lo-‘ ‘i’ve gotten used to your antics by now brat’

‘i’m still a bit upset.’

‘yeah? what can i do to make it better?’

‘i think you have to cuddle me extra today.’

‘i’ll see what i can do’

immediately he folded you so you were pressed intro him. he was laying in his back against your pink fluffy cushions with you resting directly on his chest. he could feel your stuttered breathing against his chest, some tears still falling onto his shirt. he wanted so badly to tell you exactly what he was feeling but instead decided to stroke up and down your back, occasionally letting his hand roam down to your ass, softly molding you, patting you gently. your soft flesh under his palm was not only comforting to him but had you purring directly into his ear. he alternated between massaging your scalp, rubbing you back and patting your bum until your breathing had completely calmed.

‘really am sorry doll’ he whispered into your hair.

‘i know’ you whispered back with a little kiss to his chest.

he was really and truly fucked but this moment right here was one wherein he would die happy.

[killishin]

— ♡ my pretty neighbour.

PART 02.

PAIRING: jason todd x witch! reader

CONTENT WARNING: afab reader, blood, violence, alcohol, mention of assaults, death, mentions of pet abuse, a bit gory and graphic details, more to be added.

CATEGORY: shit ton of fluff and sfw, maybe angst?

SUMMARY: a witch trying her best to lay low and live her life, while being out of every gothams vigilante's radar. turns out red hood had been her neighbour all along. also they have cute little pets.

WC: 4.8k

A/N: im sorry for taking so long 😭 i edited it in a rush so i hope there aren't much mistakes.

fic masterlist. previous. next.

dividers by @cursed-carmine

this isn't your room.

you don't realise where you are until your eyes stop at the teenager sitting on the floor, while two other bodies lay limp in between you both.

you slowly gain clarity. the room becomes clearer, familiar. the teenager becomes familiar.

ah, that is you. this is your childhood room. not just your room, but your hell.

the teenager you looks down, eyes aching and red from all the tears shed and those still unshed. red— or black? you don't know which but that is the colour you see on the young teenager's hands.

no— your hands.

your parents are the ones dead on the floor, just like they were on that day, limp and so very pale. your younger version looks up at you, those panicked and guilty eyes turn scornful.

"your fault! you did this!"

your heart stabs with that same guilt, the same guilt that you know doesn't belong in your heart.

"its not."

the teenager's red rimmed eyes start filling with black, soon becoming obsidian. so dark and hollow, absolutely lifeless. yet you feel the anger behind them.

"you killed them! you killed them!"

"i did not."

your replies come weak and quiet— you want to scream and yell that you didn't, convince and hug your younger self that none of you did anything wrong.

"but you did, sweet pea." that scratchy voice came. the one you hate— the one actually responsible for the guilt that you carry.

suddenly you're that little teenager again, hands shaking and body paralysed. the figure before you isn't clear yet you know who she is.

"don't worry , granny is here. you did absolutely fantastic. you're better than them, better than my expectations." her wrinkly hands touched your face and her pointy nails dug in your cheeks, drawing the same blackish blood that you drew out from your parents.

you squirmed and thrashed— or you didn't? you don't know. all you can feel is her hands tainting you deep in your soul, the soul that ties the nature to you.

"you're perfect. everything your parents could never be."

your cheeks starting aching, and you desperately wanted to get her hands off. but you can't. you can't.

"you can hide, little one." her words started becoming muffled just as her eyes became clearer. they were blacker than her soul, evil and disgusting— and you could feel your soul mirroring hers.

" but granny is always somewhere close, don't worry."

you woke up with a loud gasp, the candles in your room suddenly blazing, illuminating the room with a fierce light. sweat coated your forehead and the skin above your lips, your heart pounding just like your head.

you looked down at your hands, but they're normal. suddenly you feel someone lightly push you and upon looking up you see alfred, his sad eyes looking at you worriedly. you're sure he's the one who woke you up, as he always does.

you smiled weakly as you slowly raised your shaky hands and pat his back before hugging him. "the crazy bitch strikes again. no worries. we're fine." you joked, despite yourself.

you knew these weren't just silly recurring nightmares, those were those little warnings she sent your way. hoping to find you. the nightmare lasted longer.

she's finding you fast.

"come on alfred lets go." you tap the tip of your shoes before taking hold of the leash, looking down at alfred with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. your hands were still a bit weak, is why you needed to be in a place with greenery. which is hard to come by in gotham. the robinson park is huge, but so littered. still thats the only place you can go.

its dawn right now. best time to jog out the stress of the stupid nightmare.

it takes some time to reach the park but the air helped you calm down a bit. you let alfred off his leash once you reach the park and lean down to pat him.

"alright let's see who runs fast." his ears perk up, alert and incredibly energized. you wished it was mutual because you do not, at all, have any energy this early in the morning.

"go!" both of you bolt, you lag behind by a lot at first before catching up to him, though you're still behind by a bit.

even as your lungs ache, your legs tire out like they might just burst, you push yourself. you always do, as if breaking yourself in someway might shed the tiniest part of your past. and at the moment the nightmare clung to you like a second skin, you needed it off.

eventually you decide it is enough otherwise your legs might just turn to jelly. "stop. stop alfred!" you yelled and jogged to a stop. you hunch forward, hands on your knees as you pant loudly.

you closed your eyes as you centered yourself, feeling the wind wrapping around you, feeling your blood rush and roar in your veins. alfred pushed his snout towards the side of your face, panting but not because of exhaustion, he was enjoying himself.

you scratched alfred before looking around through squinted eyes, locating a quiet corner that has a bit more greenery. upon finding one you walk over there and sit down criss cross.

nature is required for your powers to flow through much easier, the more trees and air the better. you have potted plants in your apartment but they are still just small plants, they can't channel your power as efficiently as needed. witches are dependent of nature, a part of them. staying away from the source takes a toll on them, and living in a place as polluted as gotham really hinders your energy.

but you're kinda on the run so you can't exactly whine, not to mention broke too.

simple spells don't require the need for any source, the body is enough. but big spells which are delicate and complicated, they need a good amount of energy. and that is why you're here. not only do you need to replenish your energy, you need to put on a bigger protective spell on you and alfred.

alfred simply awaits, knowing the routine by heart. you pick up a stick and bring it close to your lips before mumbling a few ancient words softly and throwing it far from you.

but the stick levitates, it dances in the air as if held by someone invisible. alfred leaps towards it but misses as the stick swishes away. that would keep him occupied for a good few minutes.

closing your eyes, you straighten your spine and relax your body. your ears tune out every noise of the city from the horn of the cars to the squabble of people passing by, until all you could hear was alfred's joyful barks at a distance.

the leaves softly ruffled around you, the trees bowed and the wind danced around your skin, a warm welcome. they like you a lot, the spirits and the trees. the trees are much more like those cute old grannies who love to gossip.

you hear their whisper, you hear their concern. you feel their power surge from your fingertips to the cells in your heart. you feel the power circulate inside you in a calm rhythm, a seperate heartbeat.

when connected with the nature, one does not need to voice out their doubts and concern, the nature knows already. instantly your mind is filled with a burst of information, all very opinionated and judgy. they have felt traces of thelma, your evil grandmother, on the outskirts of gotham. they collectively hate thelma.

but traces are all they can offer, thelma covers her tracks well.

but so do you, after all, you are her blood. as unfortunate as that is.

you sigh out in mild exasperation before opening your palms, facing the sky. a stronger spell is in order.

your lips began mumbling verses of a spell, all ancient words of a forgotten language in a voice that is not exactly yours. your eyes suddenly shot open, yet they're all but white and grey. the trees around you bowed down, hiding you.

protection spells take time, and they're the most boring kind. but you'd take a boring spell over an evil, obsessed and ugly granny any day.

you just hope you're strong enough to hide.

it is quite late when you come back home, and a quite shitty day at work. less staff, more rude customers. your smile was bound to break, and so you had engaged in a very loud argument. it resulted in a public reprimand from your manager, but you don't just accept a humiliation. you made sure that rude man tripped all the way to his home. just a small spell.

"yes. yes i know." you sighed, quietly cussing out your manager who was still explaining the importance of 'respecting customers, even if they are assholes'.

"your voice isn't clear— hello? what did you say?"

the reception was always bad near the staircase. your annoyance slowly bubbled up as you gritted your teeth while hurriedly ascending the stairs.

"i said i know!" you raised your voice a bit, hoping she hears some of it.

"what?"

"I said—"

"hello?"

"i SAID I KNOW GODDAMIT!" you yelled as you reached your floor, thats when you hear that offended gasp from the other side.

"did you just yell at me?"

"what? no—" you pinch the bridge of your nose, placating your anger, "no i thought you couldn't hear me."

"im not deaf." she replied back sharply.

"yes‐ yes of course." you roll your eyes as before pulling your phone away from your ear. enough of that bullshit, you aren't taking that stress in your home.

"so as i was saying—"

"hello? hello? mrs. davis i can't hear you-"

"but i can? hello? can y—"

"hellooo? oh nooo my phone died." you feigned a whine before hanging up aggressively. "fuckin' chatterbox." you mumbled before fetching out your key.

"can you be less louder please?"

you threw your keys right where the noise— no where the voice came from, while backing up against the wall with widened eyes and a string of curses spitting from your lips, akin to a cat jumping away.

the keys hit jason right in his face before dropping on the floor with a thump that shouldn't be as loud as it was, but maybe its your embarrassment playing tricks on your ears. a loud silence engulfed the two of you, a pissed off jason with his hair as messed up as a bird's nest while giving you the most unimpressed, deadpanned look you'd ever seen.

"you scared me."

"oh i did?"

his eyes were all squinty and puffy and thats when you realized. he looks like he was sleeping, judging from his state, it looked like the man had been asleep for eons.

the embarrassment was quick to be shoved aside as an amused grin found its way on your lips. you kept a hand on your hip and leaned on one side in a cocky pose.

"so the tea helped huh?" you drawled out teasingly, and a shiver ran down his spine, pulling him out of his sleepy haze.

he truly abhors that sickeningly sweet voice. right, he does.

"what tea?" he replied far too quick and his lips pressed into a thin line at his poor lie, scowling at your widened grin.

"you're welcome, jay."

"its jason to you." he quipped in irritation, rolling his eyes so he wouldn't have to look into your eyes. they strangely make his knees weak. he does not like that.

but the teas did help. he wasn't sure at first, he'd let it collect dust in the cabinet he shoved away. but a couple of rough nights and awful nightmares later, he had to turn to it. and it worked like a charm. he hasn't had that good of a sleep... ever maybe. it was dreamless but warm, his muscles felt so relaxed to the point it was mush when he woke up. his usually muddled mind is clearer, well it was until he heard you yelling outside.

"cranky. that's what a good sleep does to you? i expected poetic confessions pouring out those beautiful lips. but cranky is fine too. still sexy." you said dramatically, feigning a defeated sigh and he almost let out a chuckle. almost.

"you call me cranky but it was you who was yelling like a banshee. who pissed you off?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as if the notion of someone bothering you gave him great comfort and entertainment.

"trust me banshee do not sound so kind." you scoffed, muttering under your breath while he just raised a brow. you huffed as you shook your head dismissively while unlocking the door.

"just an annoying boss." you replied vaguely, not just because you wanted your life to remain as obscure as possible, but you genuinely did not want to talk much about it. again, no work stress in the sanctity of your home.

"so someone can get under your nerves huh?" jason wondered out loud, deliberately, sarcasm oozing out of him, "thought you were immune to that. considering that's basically what you do."

you huff out a strained laugh, a little offended by his quip but a huge part of you was thrilled by this petty side of him.

"oooh the tea gave you audacity too hm?" your lips pulled into a saccharine smile, yet it was more taunting than that.

"always had it."

"oh you did?" your brows furrow and that fire of a challenge burnt into a flame in your heart. "the pretty neighbour has a bite hm?" you murmured incredibly quiet, a slow sensual touch in your voice as you put your keys and bag on the table before stepping out the confines of your home and into the hallway.

your steps were slow, not cautious but daring, you were sure your feet were quiet yet the thump of your heel rung loud in his ears. his smile wavered just a bit, his eyes darkened shades. the bright bluish green was now the colour of the depths of the ocean. yet the depths had no roar, no confidence. they were nervous instead.

you stopped until your bodies were separated by nothing but a sliver of gap, another taunt of yours, another challenge to him. its a show of your control, and he does not like the way his heart races at that.

"what happened?" you pouted as your brows furrowed, raising your hand, your fingers reached as if to brush his cheeks. his arms that were crossed against his chest tightened, his fist clenched and his eyes flared.

noticing those slight movements your pout immediately melted into a wide grin, mocking and pleased. your hands moved in the air, as if caressing his cheeks but they didn't touch, not once.

and yet he felt it, he felt the gentle breeze of air like it was the pad of your thumb. he felt it all and nothing at the same time.

his mind staggered, blood rushed, heart hammered in confusion, edging closer and closer to insanity. he was quiet and stoic on the outside but an embarrassing mess inside, and he didn't even know why. he couldn't comprehend— couldn't think. not a word could be formulated in his mind, much less say a word.

"cat got your tongue? i liked it when you were mouthy." you mused and his eyes narrowed, he gulped subtly but it was not at all subtle.

"this is pathetic." he groans internally, laments at his poor choice of a comeback, praying to time to reverse so he can think of something better.

you laugh, hearty and sensual but genuinely amused. you knew exactly what you were doing, confusion and delusion of touch? its all the works of spells.

"sure, jay, sure."

"i said—"

"hm what, jay?"

" stop that."

"what? jay is nice—"

"its jason."

"— jay is pretty. jay is sexy—"

"stop."

"jay is a little blushy baby. jay has nice lips—

and he takes a step, hands dropping , chest almost touching. he tilts his head down as he leans towards you, while his elbow rests on the wall.

"one of these days you're gonna regret getting under my nerves." he muttered quietly, stoic and serious, as if he has yet again under control. he notices the way you slightly back your head away, lips parting in genuine surprise.

you're flustered.

the tension that had been simmering was suffocating now. you were sure your embarrassing heart's rapid pace reached his ears, while he worried the same. both of your eyes locked onto each other's, daring the other to do something.

and that's when—

"meow."

you look down to see his cat politely paw at your legs, rubbing and nudging her head.

"oh there's miss pearl." you said, as if she was just another friend of yours. you looked up and gave him a cheeky smile, "finally someone who likes me."

"she tolerates you." you were about to kneel down when pearl's attention was diverted. you looked back, thinking maybe its alfred that got her attention but she simply hisses past him.

your brows furrow a bit while alfred tilts his head in question. to your utter surprise and confusion, she jumps up on your couch and begins sniffing the grimoire thats veiled as a normal classic literature book. her head tilts this way and that, pawing at it, poking it before finally she laid down beside it, paws tucked beneath.

jason didn't know whether to be utterly mortified at his cat's duality or click pictures and set that as his new wallpaper.

"she loves me." you drawled smugly as you sauntered inside your apartment with jason following behind, eyes narrowed as if he believes it all to be an illusion.

you closed the door before switching on the lights to the kitchen. just as you did, the kitchen sprang to life. dishes being washed and dried by some invisible power. its not an invisible power, its your spell. you've put around spells all around your little apartment that spring into action upon getting triggered. the light switch was the trigger in the kitchen. it had become a habit to switch on the light to the kitchen so by the time you're done showering, there isn't a chore left here.

but jason can't know that.

your heart almost leaps to your throat as your legs scattered around, mumbling spells and knocking down the levitating cloths and sponge. it resulted in a huge chaotic noise which you tried to cover from your awkward laugh.

"is everything okay?" jason asked, straining his head to look into your kitchen from the living room, where he was sitting on the floor.

"yeah. yeah absolutely— just im a ditz." you called out before wincing at your words. you walked past him and into your room, but jason, having had taken adequate amount of pictures was staring at how you've decorated your place.

he had not really seen much when he first barged in your home, but now that he has the time he's learning that not only are you eccentric, your home is too. yet not in a bad way, its gothic in a sense but homey. cosy. there are a lot of potted plants near your window, creepers and climbers everywhere on the window. books are everywhere, in every cabinet he could see, even on the table, some on the sofas. there are a lot of recipe books, he reckons you are a chef.

"you want something? a drink or some snacks?" you inquire from your bedroom, pulling out a change of clothes before going into the bathroom.

"hm— no. no im fine." he replied and smiled at alfred who softly tackled him.

while jason is playing with alfred you wash your face and feet, but as you dry your face your hands still. it is quite interesting for pearl to be attracted to your grimoire. most animals do have some affinity to sniff out small magic, after all, their senses are far better than a human's. still, pure magic is not something even they can detect, unless they are familiars.

familiars are like witches, they can channel magic on their own. it might be of smaller magnitude compared to a human witch, but it shouldn't be underestimated. every witch has a familiar, well most witches.

alfred is not a familiar, at least he wasn't born one. repeated exposure has made his senses open to magic, he can detect pure magic but he cannot wield or channel it.

now Pearl's behavior raises a question, is she a familiar or had she been exposed to magic for long?

you exit your bathroom to see alfred sprawled on jason, who by the way, has the most content look on his face. sure you have not seen much of the guy but with the way he always wears a scowl on his face, you doubt he has frequent moments of joy.

pearl on the other hand looks relaxed, almost as if she's sleeping.

"that is new to me." jason remarked quietly, not wanting to break this moment of peace, "she has a hard time sleeping."

"hmm." you walk into your kitchen to get water boiling in the kettle while pulling out a tea bag, "have you taken her to the vet?"

"of course." he replied back, rolling his eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious course of action, "they say she's perfectly healthy and strong."

now that strengthens your doubts.

"that is.. strange." you mused as you dip your tea bag in your cup of hot water and walk back into the room. you sit on an arm chair before crossing your begs and dipping the tea bag.

"when did you adopt her?" you asked as you sip your tea, and his eyes narrow a bit but he withholds his doubts, thinking maybe there's a reason to all this questioning.

"I've had her since she was a kitten. found her on the side of a pavement with some scratches. she was shivering from all the rain." he recalled as he looked back on pearl, extending a hand to brush pearl's spine.

ah, a familiar then.

you had to bite back a smile, it had been years since you had seen a familiar in the city. it was as if finding a kindred spirit.

grimoires, like nature, is also a source of pure magic. no wonder pearl feels relaxed around it, poor girl's recharging.

"that is sad." you said quietly before clearing your throat. "what about alfred?" jason asked, raising a brow at you. he knows pet owners often bond over questions about their pet, yet he has a feelings there's more to these questions than you're letting on.

"oh." your gaze breaks from pearl and meets his, "i rescued him. he had... horrible parents." you smiled stiffly, and Jason's mood immediately soured. there's nothing more disgusting than a bunch of undeserving, piece of shit humans who abuse helpless little pets.

"but he's happy and strong now. keeps the creeps away when i take him on a walk." you said, lightening the mood as you sip your tea again before putting it down on the coffee table.

"i can see that." he murmured as he looked down at alfred, "say jason, do you like plants?" you enquire with a smile as you sit back in your chair, subtly raising your index finger, your eyes back on pearl.

"uh.. i mean sure why?" he asked, a bit perplexed at the sudden randomness of your words. magic hovered over pearl's fur, thats when she opened an eye lid, looking right at you before you felt something else push your magic way.

that earned a smile right out of you and you looked at jason with a grin, while his doubts of you having a few screws loose was solidified.

"I've decided to gift you a plant." you said as you immediately get up and walk to your balcony, where the tall plants are kept.

you were about to let your magic do the heavy lifting but again, realised jason is normal. you sighed, as pretty and fun as he is, human company can be rather limiting.

"um jay? can you lend me a hand here?"

"i don't need a plant—" he huffed as he got up and followed you to the balcony, giving you a half hearted glare. "and again, its jason."

"put those muscles to use and lift that please." you said sweetly while pointing to the vase of flowering maple.

for a moment he simply glared at you, for a sweet voice, your words can be awfully biting and cheeky.

he should not like that.

"i said i don't—"

"please?"

"listen—"

"jason." you said as you suddenly neared him, your face way too close to his and that made him stagger back, colliding with the sliding door.

"alright fine! stop getting in my personal space." he huffed as he lifted the plant with ease, and it made you a bit jealous, that would have surely made your arms quake.

"you're the one being stubborn."

"right."

"do you realise you complain a lot?"

"i'm still holding this."

"its not heavy for you."

"listen sweetheart im not much of an environmentalist so i wouldn't mind dropping this vase." he said cheekily as he moved his hands a bit outside the railing of your balcony. that made your smile drop.

"asshole."

"finally you realised."

you walked out and opened your door, noticing pearl jumping down the sofa and following both of you.

he shifted the vase to siddle up on his hip while holding it with one arm, fetching the keys with the other hand and unlocking his door.

"put the vase beside wherever pearl sleeps usually or in your balcony." you said though he gave you an irritated and confused glare he followed your instructions quietly.

the huge vage with its orange flowers looked odd at first in his desolate home. unlike yours, his had minimal to no aesthetic. the only colourful objects were pearl's toys. but, he had quite an amount of books.

he puts a hand on his hip as he observes the vase, trying to find sense in why he's doing what you're saying.

"tell me again, whats the purpose of this?" he questioned sarcastically, the thin press of his lips indicate just how unimpressed and little faith he has in your...shenanigans.

"you'll see." you said, smiling sweetly but your mysterious answer only aggravated him more.

"it better not be cursed."

you scoff quietly, like him being a human could do anything about a curse.

"wait." your brows furrowed before your gave him a toothy grin, and he almost groaned at the realisation.

"you called me sweetheart—"

"piss off."

"no signs of any victims yet." robin, aka damian wayne aka little demon, reported down the comms line while jason stared down at the streets of gotham along with him.

"can we stop calling them victims? they're all criminals anyway." jason scoffed and oracle smiled at his remark.

"till now. the actual criminal can aim for innocents too." batman's monotonous voice came in, dry and bored from having the same conversation again.

"that is your assumption, which, looking at the facts, is not based. im telling you we're wasting our time—"

"we operate mostly on assumptions. if we start assuming the good in everyone i don't think we'd be good at our jobs." oracle replied back and jason scowled.

"yeah yeah join his party, whatever."

"why is that man howling?" robin questioned in slight confusion, staring down the top of the building. jason peeked down and saw a man falling face down before crying loudly.

"what the actual fuck?"

after reaching down and scaring the daylights out of the already crying man, they found out a rather... odd thing. the man has been tripping since hours at every step he takes, and he can't reach his home.

"come again? " oracle asked, her brows furrowed into a frown at the words being said by jason.

"uh yeah. the man's tripping."

"jason."

"hey that's what's happening! he said he could walk fine before, but ever since he left this cafe he has been tripping all the way." jason said dryly as he really does not believe that, but the man doesn't seem to be on drugs or alcohol either.

"are you.. are you sure?"

jason sighed before looking behind his shoulder where a very agitated robin is commanding the poor man to walk.

"JUST WALK OLD MAN!"

"i can't." wailed the old man, as he yet again, tripped and fell face flat.

"WALK!"

"I CAN'T!"

"i am about to break his knee caps since he CLEARLY can't use his legs right—"

jason heaved a sigh as he pulled a barking robin back by his collar, "this is very, very strange."

"magic." batman remarked gravely and Jason's mouth pulled into a disbelieving frown.

"what?"

"our criminal here is a magic user."

reblogs are appreciated! :)

taglist : @deadbeatphobos @lettucel0ver @fixated29 @sttvrdustt @mxxnechos @1abi @skcj24 @chrrybkt @cxcilla @sleepybaddie23 @jjoppees @stormz369 @hollyskywalker @thecraziestcrayon @adorabluesposts @itsa-meh @reader3 @214jeong @velovicy @fanfics-i-find-here @starkittysblog @nicverse @systemix @lou-diaries @asahisimpnation

[vanilabaebo]

𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄. [ pt 1. ]

inf: denki kaminari is your best friend and you've never thought of him as anything more than that. he's always been there for you when you need him, but now he needs your help. the more you help him out, the closer you two grow, and you can't keep denying your growing feelings. but does he feel the same?

cw: fluff. denki x afab!reader, lots of sass, reader has unnamed quirk.

“ughhh. i'm so bored. didn't i ask you last time to buy board games or a netflix subscription, y'know, like a normal person?”

your best friend, denki kaminari, is sprawled on your couch, golden blonde hair ruffled from his mussing it up one too many times, an annoyed expression on his face since the tv screen is black and your dorm room is basically empty. well.

“and what did i tell you?” you say, scowling because yes he did tell you to at least buy a set of cards so he’s not always bored as hell when he comes over. “i told you that if you want all that stuff, you can pay it yourself. i need to save up.”

denki tosses his head back and stares at the ceiling. “save up for what? just buy like, i don’t know, a chessboard or something.”

you laugh. “chess? I didn’t know you knew what that is.”

he throws a pillow your way. it’s not a secret denki has the lowest grades out of all your friends, even if he does manage to keep them above average. still, it’s the subject of most of your jokes; denki doesn’t seem to mind since even he laughs about it too.

“fine. i’ll buy you a set of cards. and then i can teach you how to play crazy 8’s, and uno, and poker and blackjack and—”

“denki. thank you, but it’s fine. i need to focus on studying, midterm exams are coming up.” you turn around, pulling out your phone to see what your grades are like. being a gifted scholarship student means tons of studying, or else the school might take away the scholarship money. 

he frowns, chin down with a scowl and yellow eyes flashing with irritation. “fine, but you’re not gonna keep coming over to my dorm to watch kdramas, i’ll tell you that right now.”

you roll your eyes. okay, maybe a netflix subscription would be worth it.

≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽≽

the next day, the dorm building’s recreational room is basically empty, except for denki’s other friends, eijiro kirishima and hanta sero, who throws crumpled up tape-balls at the ceiling.

“hey guys,” you greet them, setting your backpack down on a round table and getting out your laptop to open up to the course you’d been struggling at—chemistry.

“hey, kami’s girl,” sero says teasingly, effortlessly catching a ball of tape that falls.

you frown. “i’m not his girl.”

“you wish you were, though,” says kirishima with a stupid wide smirk on his face.

“do not. i just help him study,” you reply, turning your back on them to sit down and press start on the four-part video course explaining the differences and details of covalent and ionic bonds. you reach in your messy, overcrowded backpack to pull out your chem binder.

“wanna play pool with us?” sero says. he and kirishima hold cue sticks and stand by the pool table, staring at you expectantly. 

ignoring them would be rude, but you really need to understand these concepts or else you might fail the midterm. “i can’t, guys. sorry. this is really important.”

“laaameeee,” kirishima chants, sero agrees. “denki would’ve.”

you almost say, well, good thing he’s not here then, now is it? but as always, fate is against you — or, speak of the devil and he may appear, or whatever phrase describes this — because denki bursts into the room, a blur of yellow blonde and black leather jacket and sweat and dior sauvage all at once.

“denki!” sero and kirishima chirp. “play pool with us!”

you groan inwardly. now you’ll never get a chance to — wait, what did denki just say?

“sorry guys, i can’t. got those midterm exams coming in what, like, a month?” denki looks at you with a bright smile on his face. you want to dig a deep hole and die in it. no way in hell does denki of all people want to study. here. at this table. with you. in front of his friends. 

sero smirks, but doesn’t say anything, while kirishima just calls him lame-o and they start playing; it’s then that you realize it’s a two-player game; how could you have possibly joined them? maybe it’s best not to question.

“hey,” denki says. “i brought you cards. what game do you wanna learn first?”

you cant help but frown. “denki, thanks, but i really do have to study. don’t you have to study too?” even though he doesn’t show it, you know he does get concerned about his grades. denki isn’t one to get good grades, but he does try. 

he rolls his eyes. “come on, worry about something else for a change. like being beat at cards by me.”

you smirk. “yeah, right. hey, did you check your email? a couple professors sent out things for the exams. like, warnings and precautions and stuff.”

denki hesitates, then nods, a nervous hand running through his hair when he speaks. “uh, yeah, i checked a couple hours ago.” but there’s something in his eyes that tells you he didn’t just read over it, there’s something else to it, something he’s not saying. 

“denki, what is it?” you ask. you can’t help but be concerned. after all, he is your best friend, and usually when you two worry about grades, you worry together.

but is this more than grades? you can’t tell, but the way that denki’s frown deepens when he opens his email and tilts it towards you is worrisome. 

and then you see it.barely holding back your gasp, you bring one hand to your lips. “oh, denki. that’s bad. really bad.”

the email is from the school's vice principal, cc'ing the department of advisory and the school's counselling office. and what it reads frightens you to the core:

kaminari denki, your grade in the class of multivariable calculus is in danger of becoming too low to pass the class. please see the counseling office to discuss potential ways to assist you with the concepts you may be struggling with. please note: should you be unable to pass the class, you will need to retake it either the following year or over the course of the summer. thank you.

you glance at denki, whose normally carefree expression is frozen with embarrassment and hopelessness. basically, he's doomed.

© vanilabaebo 2025.

a/n: should i make a part two? part 2 would be a little longer but would also move faster & there would be more fluff/suggestive moments. comment if i should, & if you have any requests just send an ask!

[respectthepetty]

Okay, hear me out. *gets in my clown suit* What if there *isn’t* a traitor? Let’s pretend the trailer doesn’t exist and that we don’t know Alan will go see Tony and make a deal with him possibly. If we ignore that, there’s nothing Tony has done that indicates he has any in-depth knowledge of anything happening with X-Hunter apart from whatever he can find out from publicly available information and whatever William has told him. They thought he was dead, it’s not like they thought they had to keep it a secret.

If he knew what they were doing, why would he let them continue? Wouldn’t he try to sabotage them? Furthermore, why would he need Willy at all if he already had a mole? I could have missed something and I’m sure someone will point it out if I have, but Tony just isn’t operating like someone who has an ace up their sleeve. — @babyangelsky

Mira. ¡Mira! Everything you wrote is exactly why I'm worried that my Wild Ass Theory of there *not* being a traitor might make sense because the trailer DOES exist, and this is what we know:

North and Sonic are upset and about to kiss but @dribs-and-drabbles and @grapejuicegay think this is the past because of the boys' clothing.

Kenta will be experimented on.

But Kim will rescue him.

Dean is still alive.

Winner has him, and Alan goes to see him.

Alan gets shot with Jeff right next to him.

He probably tells Jeff to leave him.

Alan gets taken or tries to run away (but there's no blood).

And he gets experimented on.

Alan probably now has a chip in his head like Willy (thanks, Anon) so he has to do Tony's bidding? But he is wearing different clothes in the last two, so could this also go in the "it happened in the past" theory with North and Sonic? I don't think so.

But hopefully this scene hasn't happened yet, and Alan will be fine with Jeff (PLEASE< GOD!) by the end of this. If this scene has already happened and I don't remember, everyone just be quiet because I can't handle the possibility of Alan dying.

We know Charlie is going to go overboard on the powers and end up with amnesia, which makes me think he takes Willy power.

Or he is injected with Tony's crazy potion.

And when he is in Pete's lab recovering, Babe is wearing this.

Which is the same jacket he is wearing when he speaks to Pete outside the room.

So I'm thinking Pete is telling Babe that Charlie is stuck this way, and that Babe is going to have to take care of Charlie as is.

But the question remains, how did Willy know Charlie was in the lab in the first place?

It couldn't have been the assistants.

Because Willy snatched the work badge from them.

So somebody HAS TO BE the traitor.

Jeff, Kim, and Kenta could never. Chris and Pete seem like they have other things going on. Dean is out. North is on my short list. But only three people have been consistently red this season.

Alan can't be the mole if he still has to get shot and experimented on. It seems so crazy that Babe would be the mole that it should be easily dismissed. Which leaves us with the easiest target — Sonic.

Yet Babe talks to Tony.

Why would Babe go talk to Tony? Because shit is so rough with everyone falling around him that he goes to strike a deal with Tony to protect Charlie or because he already unknowingly betrayed them?

Tony put Babe in the hospital, but he didn't kill him or take him like he tried in the first season. Why is he still obsessed with Babe when Charlie is right there? Because the easiest way to get Charlie is to get Babe.

In the beginning of the very first episode this season, Babe had a nightmare about Way, and in the pilot trailer, he dreamed that he followed Charlie only to end up facing Way whose power was to manipulate people into doing what he wanted, then Tony appeared, so what if that is happening again to Babe? Way couldn't get Babe to do everything, but he could get him to do most things. So what if Babe is doing things against his will and not even remembering that he is doing them now because someone's power is stronger with a newer drug?! What if he just thinks he's having nightmares?

What if he is a traitor without knowing he is being a traitor?

Because he knew Charlie was in the lab. He was with him! He wouldn't take Charlie to Tony, but he could tell him where he was without realizing it.

So I'm praying there is actually no traitor and I've been spinning my wheels for nothing this season or that it really is Sonic who is being so strange this season.

Because it better not be Barbie!

[pascalluvur]

Cherries & Consequences

pairing: daddy!joel x f!reader

summary: Daddy punishes you for teasing him in front of others.

warnings: god where do I even start? Age gap (20s/50s) teasing, Spanking, slight fingering. throat fucking, ass eating, pussy eating.

setting: Jackson, post outbreak.

pov: 3rd person.

wc:

a/n: this is so fucking bad holy shit

You hadn’t mean to annoy Joel.

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

Going to have dinner with Tommy and Maria was always fun, something to do. It was also nice to have Dina and Ellie there too. You’d become pretty close with them since you moved to Jackson and since you and Joel had gotten together, so you all had gatherings pretty regularly. It was one of those Jackson springs where the sun kissed your bare shoulders without the heat being too overpowering.

You’d picked out a cute red gingham cami and some jeans to go with it for the occasion. And joel, of course, no matter how much you begged him to put on something nice, came in a flannel and the same battered old jeans he’s been wearing for the past twenty years.

The dinner was nice. Just comfortable chit chat and Tommy’s wise cracking in between silences. The one thing that just had to ruin it though, was the ache between your thighs. The pulsing in your clit every time you shifted in your chair and definitely not from the way Joel’s hand rested on your thigh throughout the whole dinner. The feeling was unbearable. The tingle in your clit, the hardness of your nipples. It was enough to drive you crazy. It had even gotten so bad that even Ellie had asked you if you were feeling alright.

And every single time you looked up at Joel in a desperate attempt to get his attention, he just started a new conversation or looked the other way. You wanted to strangle him. So, you did the first thing that popped into your head. Maria had served dessert. Just some homemade ice cream and cherries to serve. Nothing fancy. But it perfectly accommodated your plan.

When the others were all deep in conversation about some incident that happened last week on patrol, you shoved a cherry between your lips and sucked. It felt dirty so you could only imagine how it looked. But this was what it had come down to. Anything, just anything to get his attention. Joel’s eyes flicked to you in a glare - a warning to behave yourself. You just smirked around the cherry and sucked it deeper into your mouth, running your tongue around it like it was the best thing you’d tasted in years.

Joel’s hand slightly tightened on your thigh under the table.

You knew you were in for it back home.

Joel practically dragged you out of Tommy and Maria’s place with a gruff “thank you, the food was delicious.” You knew what he was thinking, and you should be nervous - afraid even. But the look on his face. The clenched jaw, slightly red neck just made your hole drip more with need.

By the time you were home and the door was shut, he was on you in a flash. Had you backed up against the door, hands firm on his hips. “What the fuck was that back there? Huh?”

You couldn’t hold back the soft smirk that pushed its way onto your lips. “What do you mean, daddy?”

That was all it took.

Joel had you by the arm and yanked you across the living room toward the couch and before you knew it, you were over his lap, jeans tugged down to expose your bare ass. No panties.

“Fuckin’ whore,” he spat under his breath. “Not even any panties? You really were askin’ for it tonight, weren’t you?” He asked, hand tugging down your soaked underwear.

“Answer.” He demanded, delivering a sharp smack to your ass. The action made you yelp, your pale skin stinging and turning red.

“Yes daddy—was askin’ for it.” You said, voice slightly trembling.

“Yeah, ‘s what I thought. Now since you’ve been so fuckin’ needy for this all night, I’m gonna give it to ya. And you’re gonna fuckin’ take it, yeah?”

“Yes.” You said, barely a whisper.

“Count.”

The first slap landed on your ass, harder than the last one.

“O-one.” You gasped, cheek pressed into the couch, hips already squirming.

Slap.

“Two.”

The next two were harder. Slap, slap.

“Thr-ee! Four!”

Slap.

“Five!”

Slap.

“Six!” At this point tears were streaming down your face. Your ass was red raw, stinging and hot.

“Keep fuckin’ goin’. Ain’t done yet.”

“Always the fuckin’ tears, ya ain’t do the crime if ya can’t do the time.”

It felt like an eternity by the time he was finished abusing your ass. You were trembling, sobbing, yet there was still slick running down your thighs.

“That’s it, there we go baby.” Joel said, leaning down and pressing hot, wet kisses around your ass cheeks. His hand smoothed over your red butt. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding you slick and swollen. He groaned low.

“Oh, baby girl. This all happen from your punishment, huh? Pretty pussy all wet, puffy little lips huh?” He cooed, using his finger tip to circle your fluttering hole.

“Feels so good, da-ddy..” you mewled, hips bucking back into his hand.

His fingers dragged through your folds before plunging into your hole. Both his fingers curled, filling you up just right. Deep.

You gasped, clenching around them. Your hands scrambled searching for something - anything to brace yourself for that stretch.

“Needa test the waters is all, baby. Ain’t gon make ya feel good just yet.”

His fingers pulled out of you suddenly, making you whine at the loss. His hands gripped your waist and lifted you up onto his lap. “Gonna fuck this throat. Gotta make sure this mouth knows how to behave.”

Before you knew it, you were on your knees below him. Joel reached down and tugged at the straps of your top. “Off.” You obliged, tugging your shirt off with shaky hands. Your hands grabbed at Joel’s belt, unbuckling it and tugging down his jeans and boxers, freeing his hard cock. It was leaking at the tip. Hot and angry, begging to be sucked. Joel’s hands gathered your hair and created a make-shift ponytail, wrapping it around his fist. Your mouth was full of cock almost immediately, stretching around his length. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he thrusted his hips up and down was enough to make your brain go dumb.

Tears were streaming down your face at this stage, his cock abusing your throat as you sobbed and whined around him. His heavy balls slapped against your chin and all you could do was take it. Joel was grunting and moaning above you, his grip on your hair was punishing. Eventually he pulled out and gripped your arm, pulling you up onto his lap again. He could see the overstimulation on your face and it made him coo.

“Oh, baby girl. I know that was a lot, but ya know daddy’s gotta punish ya when ya do wrong.” He said, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, thumb stroking your cheek.

You sniffled, nodding softly, looking at him with doe eyes. “I know. I’m sorry, daddy. D-didn’t mean to make you m-mad.”

That seemed to break something in Joel. His lips brushed against yours a couple more times, hand running through your hair. “Daddy ain’t mad anymore baby girl. Tell ya what, how about daddy does something you want. Tell me what ya want, I’ll give it to ya baby.”

You cheeks flushed and your hips squirmed a little in Joel’s lap. “Anything..?”

“Anything.”

Joel loved eating your pussy. In fact, sometimes you wondered whether he was getting more pleasure out of it than you would. Your legs spread open, pussy wet and puffy for him as he plunged his tongue in and out of that pretty hole, god he loved it. The sweet taste of your pretty pussy, the way you would moan everytime his nose nudged your clit. It was something he could never get enough of. So when he said he would do anything to make up for your spanking and you’d asked him to eat your ass and pussy, how could he refuse?

You were now spread out on the couch on all fours, joel kneeling behind you. You were both now completely naked, bodies hot to the touch. “You keep this ass up for me baby girl.”

Joel’s large hands spread your thighs and you could feel the way his eyes drank in your body, you could hear the groan come from him when he spread your ass cheeks, revealing that messy pussy and tight, untouched asshole. The feeling of his hot breath on your holes was enough to make you shiver.

“This little ass baby. Been achin’ ‘f me this long, huh? Wish ya woulda told daddy. Hate to see my baby girl achin’.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss around your ass cheeks, leaving little nibbles there.

You whimper, cheek pressed to the pillow, trembling just a little from anticipation.

“Please- daddy.. need it.. need your tongue in my asshole.”

That broke him.

His tongue slowly dragged up from your clit to your asshole, licking a stripe up your crack.

A moan punches out from your lungs.

He hummed into you like he was tasting the best dessert he’s ever had. His tongue moved in slow circles, circling and flattening at the most delicious pace.

“Need you to.. need..” you whimpered out, stumbling over your words like an idiot.

“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me honey.”

“Need your fingers while you- while you eat me, daddy..”

“Yeah?” He echoed, fingers trailing up between your thighs. He thumb pressed against your clit, drawing maddening circles around it while he slipped his tongue into your forbidden hole.

You were panting now, pushing your ass back into his face.

“That feel good?” He asks, voice muffled.

“Yes-oh! Daddy please don’t stop.. please don’t daddydaddydaddy- oh f-uck!”

You came just like that. Joel’s tongue deep in your asshole and his thumb circling your clit. The feeling was intense, unlike any kind of feeling you’d felt before. Sure, Joel had given you toe curling orgasms before, but nothing like this. Nothing as intense as this was. Your body was spent, not even able to register Joel’s praising.

“Ohhh, baby girl. That’s it, that’s what you needed huh?”

“Just needed to cum with daddy tongue and fingers didn’t ya?”

“C’mon baby, you’re gonna give me one more. I know you can do it.”

Joel rolled you over on the couch, hands cupping your face. You were sweating. Face flushed, thighs shaking, pussy leaking down your thighs. “Talk to me baby, you feelin’ okay?”

You blinked up at him, and before answering, reached down to wrap your hand around his cock with was still slick from your saliva. His brows raised slightly as you slowly tugged on his cock. “Need you- you’re cock.”

You didn’t need to ask twice. Joel’s hands were spreading your thighs in record time, fingers gently squeezing your flesh.

Maybe your teasing earlier wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Saw a post of someone saying pink is married to every color and it was a bunch of images of the color pink and how nicely it looks and compliments all the other colors and maybe that's why I have so many F/Os maybe I'm just the color pink

[coconut530]

💍PUT A RING ON IT💍

[krashing-starz]

hey dude i'll be back in a minute. yeah i'm good ive just got to explode my mom w/ my mind, yknow how it is

[moonsaurora]

yall know anyone can do the knocking method right..like are yall forgetting queen mary where they had a 30 minute knocking conversation? or literally any time there’s a random knock in a haunted place? like just cause cody was doing it alone awhile ago doesnt mean they’re faking

[pepprs]

genuinely so angry and scared im shaking. how many other times this week this month this year have i been exposed without knowing it. do people even tell each other anymore. it’s just so grim. it’s so fucking grim

[azuredrg]

god forbid people dislike how big games are these days & they still deliver an unfinished product. idgaf if they're an underdog up & coming indie company i do not think a video game should be 130gb. i don't think a video game should be 80gb either & its the size of my favorite video game. you may also notice, surprisingly, 80 is a smaller number that 130. 80+130 is 210. hey. thats half of my computers space already. i gotta make room for my everything else with Half of my computer taken up because no one wants to even attempt to pack their game up a little nicer. do you remember when every game was under 30gb. am i supposed to be ok with how a game is inaccessible to anyone who doesn't have a huge pc with good graphics and when i complain about it you just talk about how the story is totally worth fighting to allocate the space. is this the singular video game we're allowed to let slide for being built so poorly because you like it.

everyone and their mama was talking about how they want games to not be so hd anymore! they want them to be smaller! no video game should be that big! and now its Okay actually. spineless sacks of shit enabling next big game to be 200gb AT LEAST.

[ur-local-neighborhood-scene-kid]

I saw an “mlp G1 the movie” record at a collectibles shop and it said that DANNY DEVITO STARRED IN IT

I didn’t get a pic and I didn’t buy the record but MAN was I shocked. I think he played the elf/gnome guy that was featured on the cover, but I would have LOVED to see him voice a pony

[j-crow]

im getting therapy who cheered‼️‼️🎉🎉🎉

[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

taglistt- @doulcha @chiyokoemilia @emonaculate @vladsgirlxx @bookished @ureuphoriasworld @rawwrrgal @rousouhouuu @ovela @4evahevah @sugucultfollower @maddy44 @disappointedpeaches @princess-bblgm @astrasworldsblog @nazzysworld13 @gojos1wife1 @selenerium @jkslaugh97 @satoruxsc @thecookiebratz @kaylarilla @ajd1111 @mo0nforme @yoimiyamain2932 @pinkfqiry @plznomonkeys @pandabiene5115 @thelostkira @lushjunkie @mochibunnex @mrsimpurity @coralbae @curlyhairkk @dollieeees @xixflower @ayumilk @leviskittywh0re @nx-0w @mahalsuya @sugarcoatedsoul @afrohani @ineedtofeedmycat @kinnimi @erensfavve @vvaoo

[girl-lostconnection]

Thinking thoughts about husband!Simon Riley who’s the biggest fucking gossip there is. He might not talk to anyone but somehow he’s always there when people talk.

Partially because he’s that good at blending in with the shadows and minding his business, partially because until he actually makes a sound no one would notice that he’s somewhere in the corner, sipping his usual cuppa.

And he has no one at work to share the gossip with!😔 Not like he can go and share with his subordinates that he heard the hottest gossip about someone’s divorce. And not like Price himself feels like chatting about someone’s divorce when he has his own happening.

Good thing that he has you! Simon comes home and everything is exactly the way it is, the only difference being him staring at you like you are supposed to do something.

Like you are supposed to ask him.

Takes you a couple questions to fish out what’s going on with him but as soon as you are in? He’s going to spill every detail, he’s gonna walk you through entire dialogue that was happening in the rec room, he’s nodding very enthusiastically when you gush and ask questions and gasp because yeah, that’s him. He brought you the gossip, he made you have fun.

All part of his devious plan, yes, that’s right.

Simon who remembers EVERYTHING that was said, who drops bombs of conclusions he came to himself basing on what he already heard around the base. You practically shaking him by the shoulders because god, the man brings tea that’s PIPING hot.

So I’ll stand by what I said, Simon Riley is one very good gossip king who’s more than happy to have someone to discuss information with because honestly? The gall of some people to discuss certain very private things out in the open???

He’s also the hypervigilant guy, the most attentive one, he picks up on signs and mood shifts so if you get in the cab/car after the gathering you attended together and something was definitely going on there…The only thing you will need to do is say “Am I crazy or…?” and his head snaps to look at you so fast, his vertebrae makes a little snapping sound.

Because yeah, he saw that too. Also, did you see that the husband there was a little too close to his co-worker? The one in the red sweater? The one that has exactly the same bracelet the wife had?

Yeah, love, the one with blue stones. He could bet there is an affair going on and wife found out but actually…what? So wife is having an affair too? You sure, love? She was looking at WHO?

Oh, he’s having so much fun with that. I feel like he has a hobby of people watching so gossiping just makes it even funner. And he enjoys this bonding sessions you two have, splayed together on the couch — you giggling so hard he can feel how he melts.

Yeah, husband Simon is a big gossip guy. And he’s your gossip guy. Which means while you wanna hear all about his day and observations — he will tell you everything.