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Requite | Chapter 5

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Summary: When everything seems to fall into place in Forks, Washington, a string of mysterious deaths call the attention of both vampires and werewolves in town. As the redheaded vampire returns with her mind set on revenge, (Y/N) and Bella Swan find themselves in the center of danger once again. With secrets still lingering between them about their past best friend, they will find themselves stuck in a whirlwind of love, betrayal, and the hardest choices they’ll have to make. But one thing is certain: no one will go a day without a taste for vengeance.

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“I transferred some money into your account,” Charlie said as he fussed over his daughter's jacket. “I also put some cash in your purse in case you guys get too hungry.”

“Dad, I’m not five,” (Y/N) chuckled. “And we're just gonna go out to find a dress. We'll be back in time for the party.”

“Well, I know. I just want to make sure you girls have everything you need,” he said. “And I want to make sure you're feeling okay about the talk you're gonna have with your sister.”

Right. The talk. The week had come and gone faster than (Y/N) could have anticipated, and somehow the weekend had arrived. (Y/N) was ready to tell Bella everything, but she wasn’t quite ready for the aftermath. She wasn’t ready for pity, sadness, or concern. Hell, she didn't even want anger. All she wanted was to be done with the situation. “I think I'm good,” she smiled, trying her best to calm her father's worries. “After talking to you and Billy, I'm ready.”

“Well, I'm glad, sweetheart,” Charlie sighed, hugging his daughter tightly.

“You ready to go, (Y/N)?” Bella asked as she sauntered down the last stairs. “We got a bit of a drive.”

“Yeah, just done.”

“Alright,” she said. “We'll call when we're done, dad.”

“Be safe, girls,” he said before placing a kiss on the top of both their heads. "And grab some breakfast, alright? Make sure you eat.”

“Yes, dad,” Bella chuckled. “We'll see you later.”

“Alright, see you soon,” he said as they walked toward the door. “Love you, girls.”

“Love you, too,” they yelled back.

The dynamic between the three Swans had shifted for the better. For the first time in a long time, they were vocal about their appreciation for each other. They had become a unit and less of three ships navigating the same sea. Finally, they were sailing together. Even if it was only for a short amount of time, they were a unit.

“I'm thinking we could grab a bite at Granny's Diner,” Bella said halfway into the drive. They had been sitting in comfortable silence. Biding their time to see who would speak first. “They have some outside dining, and it might be the best place to talk. Unless, you know, you wanna do it now.”

“I'll wait for the restaurant,” (Y/N) answered. “Don't really feel like talking about life before I've gotten some food in my stomach.”

“It won't change the story,” her sister shrugged. “We could save ourselves an hour of coffee sipping.”

Truthfully, (Y/N) wanted to wait until they were in a public space to avoid Bella turning the car around and killing Jacob herself. She could sense her sister was itching for the truth, unravelling under the weight of all the theories her mind was coming up with, and none of it would ever compare to reality. The moment she found out, there was no telling how she would react. “I just need the time to compose myself,” she said. “Can I?”

“Yeah,” her sister smiled, reaching over to take her hand in his. “I just don’t want any more secrets between us, (Y/N). I want the rest of this year to be better. For you. For me. For us.”

“I want that, too, Bella,” she replied. “We deserve calm for a while.”

Quiet and calm were, of course, a mirage in Forks. It never lasted long, and it normally meant something big was lurking around the corner. But for a few more hours, even a few more days, they could pretend or believe it could be their future. A world where they were simply two girls, one on her way to college and the other buying her first prom dress.

Thirty more minutes of background music, and the odd nod-off from (Y/N), and Bella was parking across the little diner. There was only one table outside, as though the very universe had conspired to make everything just right. Truth was making its way into the light, and after that day, nothing would ever be the same.

The sisters took a seat and ordered promptly, nursing two mugs neither girl seemed too interested in. Procrastination ran in Swan veins, and they were experts at beating around the bush instead of getting to the point. But that morning, Bella would not tolerate it.

“Okay then,” she said, finally taking a small sip of her tea, “what did Jacob really do?”

(Y/N) sighed deeply, spinning the spoon inside her coffee with too much milk as she braced herself to tell the story. Hopefully, for the last time. “Where do you want me to start?” the girl asked. “From the very beginning, or what Edward and Paul were talking about?”

“From the start,” Bella responded. “I need to know everything he's done to you, (Y/N).”

And, once more, the younger Swan detailed the horrendous couple of months she spent alongside Jacob Black. She started with the good things. Because there were some, even if she could count them in one hand. There had been the crush she had harbored since she was a kid—the fluttering in her chest when she heard his name, the heat that rushed through her body when she was able to be near him, the happiness the idea of being with him brought her. There was the moment she saw him when she came back to Forks—the moment everything had rushed back, the joy and excitement of being in his arms for even a second. And there was their first kiss. Everything was so small in retrospect, but they were moments that had meant the world to her in the past. They were part of her history. She could never deny that.

Still, there was an evil that undermined any of the sweet words, the warm kisses, and the fulfillment of a lifelong wish. And it didn't take long for that dark side to take over. (Y/N) told her sister about the sly and insulting comments he would throw her way, and how good he was at making her feel like she deserved to hear them. Told her about his misconstrued concern for Bella, how he could derail every single one of their conversations with her. She spoke of his belittlement, of his gaslighting, and his unachievable ultimatum.

During all of this, Bella remained quiet, her grip on her mug getting tighter the more her sister talked. She wanted to give (Y/N) the space and time to let everything out, scared that if she spoke up, her sister would close up and hide the rest. As hard as it was, she had to bite her tongue to get the truth. The whole truth.

“After I couldn't get Embry out of the pack, he stopped calling and coming over,” (Y/N) continued. “That's when you and he started hanging out again. Well, you already know that part. When we went to his house, and everything went down, he wanted us to get back together, but I wasn't sure I wanted that—not anymore. Still, he kissed me, and I didn't know how to say no.”

Bella's jaw clenched, but instead of talking, she nodded to her sister to keep going. “He was different then, but so was I,” she sighed. “I didn't feel anything for him, and still, I tried to find what I felt for him in the past. But it was gone, and everyone was telling me to leave him. “I tried many times, but something always happened that didn't let me,” she chuckled dryly. “Until the night after we almost drowned. I was telling him the truth, that I didn't feel the same about him, and I had to let him go. He didn't like that.”

She told Bella how Jacob had only wanted to get close to (Y/N) just so he could get closer to her, how he only tried to fix things with her because Bella had wanted that. Then, he told her how Paul was still keeping things from her, that he was lying right to her face. “I couldn't handle it, and I took off running,” (Y/N) sniffled, feeling tears welling in her eyes as she remembered the moment. “I don't know how long I was running, I just knew I had to get as far away as I could from his house. My legs were burning, and I could barely breathe when I suddenly tripped over a raised root and fell. “I was all alone in the forest. Until I wasn't,” she said. Her hands trembled around her cup, the liquid inside rippling as her nerves took over her body. “Victoria found me.”

“What?!” Bella exclaimed, unable to contain her worry. It dripped from her words and splattered on her face, her hand reaching for her sister's instinctively. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't know how without telling you the whole thing,” (Y/N) replied, her voice cracking as the tears started to fall. “She was close to killing me. She said she wanted to kill me to hurt you, that somehow my death would hurt you and make it better when she killed you. “I was sure that was it. Victoria had her hands around my throat, even slicing into my skin.” She raised her head slowly, revealing the scar that still remained at the top of her neck. “I passed out before I could see anything else, but Paul found me. Sam and Embry joined him later, and they helped him run her out of town. I was asleep until after Harry's funeral.”

“Oh, (Y/N).”

“That's not the worst part, Bells,” she sighed, squeezing her hand to ground herself. “When I was ready to go home, Embry came around and told us something we didn't notice. While Victoria was attacking me, Jake was there.”

“W-what are you saying, (Y/N)?”

“While Jacob was on patrol with Embry, he let visions slip from the night before,” she recounted, her chin trembling with every word. “He was running to the woods after he left you at home. He was angry, Embry said. That's when he happened upon Victoria attacking me. He could have stopped her. At least, scare her long enough for reinforcements to come. Instead, he stayed hidden, watching as she took my life. He'd said it was because he thought if I died, your grief would push you to find comfort in him.”

The older girl remained silent, anger building inside her like a volcano about to erupt. She could see why (Y/N) had decided to talk in a public space rather than in the car. Her veins itched with the need to get back in the car and yell at Jake until her voice was hoarse, hit him until her hands shattered into a million pieces. She wanted him to hurt for all the pain he had put her sister through.

"I wanted to tell you right after it happened, but Alice was there,” the girl sobbed. “You had something more important to get to, and I couldn't stop you. After that, I couldn't find the courage to tell you the truth. I spent days stewing in what I allowed to be done to me, and I felt like an idiot. Something inside me kept telling me that telling the truth would make me look stupid, so I just kept quiet. “And then I found out how everyone had turned on Jake, and I couldn't help but feel responsible,” she continued. “I didn't want to ruin the last relationship he had by telling you the truth, too. So, I kept it to myself and hoped he didn't say anything.”

“(Y/N), there is no one more important in my life than you,” Bella croaked, her throat feeling tighter as her sister continued to talk. “I'm sorry I couldn't see how much you were hurting. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm just sorry for not being the sister you deserve.”

“No, Bells, you have nothing to be sorry for,” the girl said. “I made the decision not to tell you, okay? And I wasn't alone. I had Paul to help me, and dad and uncle Billy. You had your own problems to deal with. I mean, just with the whole vampire thing...”

“(Y/N), you almost died, and I had no idea,” Bella said, tears falling from her eyes. “I could have lost you, and I didn't know. My friend left you for dead, and I didn't know. You came out all this way for me, you almost died, and still you were looking out for me.”

“It's not like I really helped you,” (Y/N) chuckled softly. “I mostly complained to dad about you. If anything, it's Jacob that got you out of this rut.”

“You're wrong,” Bella smiled. “It was you.”

“Oh, come on.”

“I'm serious,” she said. “Jacob and I mostly talked about you, (Y/N). You knew that going back to Florida would kill me, and instead of letting mom drag me back, you left your life behind and came here for me. I know I haven't said it, and I didn't quite show it when you first came here, but I was so relieved when dad said you were coming to Forks. You're the reason I pulled myself out, (Y/N). Not Jacob. Not Edward. You.”

(Y/N) wanted to argue, but Bella stopped her before a word could leave her mouth. “I know you don't believe me, and you find it difficult to take a compliment,” she chuckled. “But even if you did complain at the start—which I don't really mind—you still showed me that I would be okay without Edward. There are other people out there who love me enough to drop everything and be there for me. You're why it stopped being hard to be here.”

“You're giving me too much credit, Bells,” (Y/N) said, feeling her face grow warmer as the seconds passed. “But I'll take it, nonetheless. I'm glad you're better.”

“And I'm glad you're alive,” she smiled. “And when we get back, I'm killing Jacob.”

The younger girl choked on her coffee at her words, scaring the waitress who had just arrived with their plates. The poor woman left with a red face and a heart that was probably hammering against her chest. Laughter erupted between the Swan sisters, hoping the server didn't hear the last bit of their conversation.

“You can't kill Jake, by the way,” (Y/N) whispered as they started on their food. “I told you everything so we could lay it all to rest. I don't want anyone to go after him to get revenge or whatever. I just want that nightmare to be over. He's had a reckoning of his own creation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Sam's been giving him extra patrols,” she said. Part of her was debating telling Bella what had occurred the weekend before, knowing it would only make her sister's anger grow. But she had promised the whole truth, and Bella was the only person she didn't want to keep things from—not anymore. “He's been sleeping in his garage, too. Billy barely talks to him. And, well, Paul is always just one word away from killing him.”

“How do you know he's sleeping in the garage?”

“Uh, well, when I dropped off Paul last weekend, I went by Billy's to talk to him,” she explained, her eyes focusing on anything but Bella. “As I was leaving, Jake showed up and asked me to talk.”

"(Y/N),” Bella reprimanded.

“He was basically trying to convince me not to talk to you, and he got a bit forceful.” Before Bella could complain or react much, (Y/N) shut her down. What she wanted most was to show her sister that she could handle herself. That the girl she was now was stronger than the one who had arrived to help mend her sister's broken heart. “He just grabbed my wrists, but I freed myself. He was trying to make everything my fault again, but I shut it down. And I am 100% sure he won't even come near me ever again.”

Bella kept quiet for a second, thoughts flashing across her eyes like a blazing fire. “You know, I could probably get Edward to kill him,” she whispered. “Get him out of the state, and poof.”

“Bells!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “You can't joke about something like that. And you can't leave Paul out of it either.”

Both sisters erupted into a chorus of laughter once more, pretending the plan was only a funny quip to pass the time. Maybe she was imagining it, but (Y/N) felt the air around them get lighter. Now that everything was on the table, the dark cloud that seemed to hang above them dispersed and only bright and sunny skies were forecasted ahead—as sunny as it could get. It had been years since either Swan had been hopeful for the future, but at that moment, anything they dreamed of was possible.

But they forgot about the world they lived in.

Once they were done with their food and had apologized to the waitress with a hefty tip, the girls started their walk toward the dress shop. “So,” Bella said, linking her arm with (Y/N)'s, "what color were you thinking for the dress?”

“Well, Paul's favorite color is red,” she said, trying to keep her smile small. “I was thinking of something in that realm.”

“That's a good start,” Bella laughed. “Are you gonna go short or long?”

“Long, I think is best. It is his senior prom.”

“I wouldn't know,” she sighed dramatically. “I didn't go to mine.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn't have gone to Italy to rescue your vampire boyfriend,” (Y/N) teased. “Thankfully, mine is more into fistfights than dramatic spectacles.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bella chuckled sarcastically. “He's my ex, by the way. Better get that clear.”

“And is he gonna stay that way?”

“Oh, look,” Bella exclaimed. “We're here!”

The shop was smaller than other stores (Y/N) had been to, but compared to anything in Forks, it had quite the selection. As soon as they stepped inside, they were inundated with sequins and satin, beads and lace, and rows upon rows of fabric. It was slightly overwhelming, and they were completely underqualified for the task, but they had to start somewhere.

Twenty minutes in, and (Y/N) was ready to throw in the towel. There were many red dresses—long, short, slim, puffy. It was more than she could ask for. But none of them called to her. Bella pulled dress after dress, sticking her arm into the overflowing racks and showing her sister options, but none seemed to be the one. They knew neither of them was particularly adept in the fashion department, but the girl at least knew what she liked, and nothing quite fit the bill.

“You have to pick something, (Y/N),” Bella sighed, her arms growing sore from the gowns she had been holding. “At least, try them on. They might look different.”

“They’re just not right,” she complained. “I want to look good.”

“I know, but…” Bella’s words died in her mouth as her eyes fell on a figure across the street. They were unmistakable and stood out like a sore thumb. “What is Alice doing here?”

(Y/N) swiftly turned around, her eyes falling on the vampire who sat on a bench on the other side of the store. She held a newspaper over half of her face in a failed attempt at concealing her identity, but she couldn’t hide everything else. From the clothes to the hair, to the big designer sunglasses that hung on her nose. It was Alice Cullen, and it could be no one else. “Is she following us?” the girl whispered. “Did she hear about our plans?”

“I don’t know,” she answered as she put the dresses back on the rack. “But I intend to find out.”

A/N: in my head, Bella at least lands a good punch on Jacob that doesn't break her hand. but finally she gets to know everything, hopefully nothing else happens. hahaha... right? 🫣 If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

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panpanghost · 13 hours ago

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Part 2 of this one:

Macaque took a look around the place, it felt very cosy and nice, and best of all, Wukong wasn't there.

_"Mr. Macaque would you like to take a shower first?" Sandy asked watching the way his guest's body jumped even though he is standing right next to him.

_"I-if it isn't much trouble. Th-that would be nice. Also, please call me Macaque."

_"Oh, it's no trouble at all. I'll see if I have anything that might fit you, Macaque."

_"If-if you have any cloth, I can sew my own clothes."

_"That won't be necessary. We can order some clothes online, on the phone. We'll do that tomorrow."

_"Uhhh... That phone is a very handy tool."

_"It is. I'll teach you how to use it tomorrow. I can get you one as well."

_"That- that is very generous of you but I don't have money to pay for such a device."

_"No problem at all. I want to help. But if it bothers you so much, you can always repay me later. After we find you a job. Maybe I can ask my friend to give you a job at his restaurant."

_"... You are very kind." Macaque looked at Sandy softly. He would've loved to be friends with a demon like him in the past.

_"Don't mention it. A friend in need is a friend indeed."

_"A friend..." That word did make Macaque feel a bit safer...

_"The shower is that way, please fallow me."

Sandy walked Macaque to he bathroom and showed him the bathtub.

_"Ummm.... Where's the water?" Macaque asked after a moment of silence. The tub is empty.

_"Oh! I forgot to tell you. See this handle? If you pull it like this, water will come out of the pipe. This one for hot water and this one for cold water."

_"Waw..." Macaque exclaimed, playing with the handles. Though it took him seconds to figure out the physics behind it.

_"This is some soap and hair products. Feel free to use them. I'll get you a brush and some towels. Call me if you have any questions or need some help."

_"No-no this is more than enough help! Thank you!.. A-actually... do- do you happen to have some scissors?.." Macaque asked, a hint of shame in his question.

LBD didn't bother to clean his corpse. She just used glamour to make him look presentable. He was cleaned up a bit, but still... Some movements hurt, and he can still smell blood all over him. His furr is all dirty and matted. There's no saving it.

_"I do! I cut my own hair so I have the entire set for haircut scissors! I'll be right back!" Sandy answered enthusiastically and went on his way.

It took Macaque a few hours to be done bathing. He was in much worse case than he thought, and he had to cut a lot of it. But in the end he was happy to know the smell is gone and his furr is much, much better. These champoos really helped a lot.

_"Ummm.... Macaque? I found some clothes for you but... I don't think they'll be exactly your size."

_"Hm?" Macaque walked out the shower in a towel big enough to cover him entirely.

_"Do you think this would work for you?" Sandy said giving Macaque a T-shirt and shorts.

Macaque put the clothes on but the shorts were still too big and kept falling, and the shirt just went over him and flopped to the floor.

_"I'm so sorry."

_"Pffft- Hahahahaha. It's ok. Thank you. If you have a sewing kit, I can make this work."

_"Of course. One sec."

Macaque made the clothes a few sizes smaller and they fit almost perfectly, still a bit big for him but he is grateful to have clothes.

_"Oh! You did a wonderful job! I prepared dinner. I'll show you the room you'll be staying in after dinner." Sandy said placing the thing-that-you-eat-from (I forgot what it's called) on the table.

_"You didn't have to do all that. Thank you." Macaque took a seat.

_"Nonsense. I haven't had guests in a long time, I'm very happy to have you around. I hope you enjoy your stay."

_"Umm..." Macaque had a bit of trouble finding the words, he doesn't know how the water demon will react, "You see... I know of a place that holds a great treasure."

_"Really? Are you planning on going there?" Sandy asked before putting a bite in his mouth.

_"N-no. I mean, there's this cave that has a lot of diamonds and gold and jewellery... I can show you where it is." Macaque doesn't know how thw world works anymore, but he has his own treasure that he hid, maybe it'll be to the demon's liking.

_"I'm sorry, but I'm not a cave person. I can't go with you. I'm more of a sea or nature person."

_"Oh-ok.." So he doesn't want the money, Macaque thought, then tried again:"umm.. I-I know I feel powerful but I can't control most of that power."

_"Well, you can count on me until you learn how to control all of it."

Macaque didn't know what to say next, it's natural to want something in return, but he can't figure out what this guy wants. He offered him money and made it clear he has no powers, yet he is still so kind and generous. It's confusing but also... new.

_"I'm sorry..." Macaque said, curling his tail around his leg.

_"Hmm? What's wrong?" Sandy asked, a bit concerned.

_"I- I don't know what you want."

_"Well I was planning on getting a new set of tea cups and a new scratching poll for the kitties."

_"N-no, I meant what you want from me..."

_"That's not something to apologise for. I simply want you to consider me a friend. And have some tea with me. I'd really love that."

_"... Uhh... I don't know how..."

_"Well, basically I make it using a tea pot and some herbs, then we drink it-"

_"N-no not that, I meant I don't know how to be a friend."

_"Then take your time to learn. I don't mind waiting. Until then, let's have tea together."

_"... That sounds nice."

It was a lovely evening, Macaque, and for the first time in centuries, didn't feel his shadows scratching his body, eager to come out. They were actually very calm and almost nonexistent.

He was very relaxed, something about Sandy made him feel at ease, he is very grateful to him. He can finally have some sleep. The cats invited themselves to sleep with him and purr like an engine.

Or at least that's what he thought. It wasn't minutes after tucking himself in bed with the cats that he heard Wukong's heartbeat.

_"So this is where you've been staying." Wukong said, stepping in from the window closer to the bed.

_"What-what are you doing here? Y-you're not supposed to be here." Macaque could feel his body tense with his shadows clawing at his skin.

_"Really? After all these years, not even a hello? Or a hug?" Wukong walked slowly closer.

_"S-stay away!" Macaque curled himself into the corner feeling his heart in his ears.

_"Come on, moonpie. If someone saw you they'd think I'm here to eat you." Wukong sat on the bed.

_"I-I don't care. Just leave me alone."

_"I'll leave you alone once we're back home." He extended his hand to grab Macaque but then he stopped. A certain scent got on his nerves.

_"No! It's not home! I'm not going back!"

_"Heh. Look at you. A few hours away and you're already reeking of someone else's scent!" Wukong grabbed Macaque's arm and yanked him out of the bed, he immediately regretted what he had done, but that smell felt like fuel to his anger.

_"That someone is my friend! And I'm staying with him!" Macaque, shaking, tried to pull away from Wukong's grasp, but he was way too weak against that death hold.

_"So what? You're walking out on me? Huh? Is that what this is?" Hearing his beloved wishes to stay with another, made his blood run like lava.

_"Me?! You walked out on me first! Well not anymore! I'm not waiting for you to come back! I've waited long enough! So yes! This time, I'm walking away first! And I'm not going back!" Macaque's head was spiralling, he is too scared to stay and too weak to leave, but he wants that simian gone before he loses control. He can't go through that again.

_"Really? Not coming back? So what's your plan exactly? Wait until you get too angry and kill everyone? Is that it?" Wukong felt his heart being stabbed but he doesn't have time for these kinds of emotions, he must get his husband back home before he hurts himself and those around him.

_"I'm not going to kill anyone." Macaque said, feeling the tears on the corner of his eye.

_"Sure you won't. Our little Macaque can control the shadows. They never tried to hurt him or those around him." Wukong said sarcasticaly, he knew his words would cut Macaque deep, and that's exactly what he wanted, once Macaque realises that he will hurt others, he'll get back to his senses.

_"I'm fine! Sandy said I didn't need to control them!" Macaque kept trying to pull away feeling his shadows getting up like a pack of piranhas.

_"Until they get him killed!" Wukong yelled and grabbed Macaque's wrists, trying to look him in the eyes. Why can't he see that he's doing this for him?

_"No!" Macaque cried, shaking under the Sage's piercing eyes.

_"Why won't you listen!?"

_"Because the last time I listened to you, I was the one who got killed!"

_"..." Wukong couldn't do anything but watch, Macaque was right...

_"You're a liar! You said you'd protect me! You said you'd keep me safe! You're a fucking liar! I don't want anything to do with anymore!"

Wukong could take on any enemy, still, Macaque's tears were always so most painful hits, but his ego would not let him show it.

_"Nothing to do with me? Well hate to break it to you bud! I'm your husband whether you like it or not!"

_"No you're not! The mark's gone! It disappeared the second I died and you know that!"

_"...." Wukong was taken by surprise with the way Macaque glared at him. His eyes held so much hate and contempt.

_"I'm not yours anymore." He finaly said it. Macaque stopped shaking, he just glared at Wukong and snapped his fangs at him. He has a second chance at life now, and he is not wasting one more second on his past mate.

_"Heh... Is that what this is about? A stupid mark?" Wukong said, anger written all over his face.

_"...." The coldness in Wukong's voice made Macaque's heart shake. Wukong is mad....

_"If you're so worried about that. I can give you another one right now!"

_"NO!" Macaque immediately covered his ears as Wukong yanked him closer by his hair, his other hand grabbed Macaque's chin to hold his face steady. If Macaque won't listen because of that mark, then he'll make him listen. Wukong's tail curled around Macaque's wrist and pulled the hand that was covering his ear down.

Wukong could feel it under his skin, Macaque just lost control over his shadows, he doesn't need to mark him, he had already made him emotional enough.

_"Monkey King!" Sandy barged into the room, and with one punch got the Great Sage away from his new friend.

_"Stay out of it big guy." Wukong warned, he truly doesn't want to fight Sandy, he's been trying to save him this whole time.

_"I'm afraid I can't do that." Sandy took a look back at his friend, he was shaking and crying on the floor, but there was something wrong, his eyes and tears were as black as ink, he'll fight Monkey King if he has to, but right now, he must comfort his friend.

_"It's ok, Macaque, You're doing great. Just breath through you nose and out your mouth. You'll be fine. I'm right here." Sandy didn't need to do much, Momo was already pumbing into Macaque and licking his face.

_"You don't know what you're dealing with." Wukong said, trying to warn the blue guy.

_"Maybe not. But I know that my friend is sad and I must comfort him."

_"Please leave." Macaque said, petting Momo, he had no more will to fight in him, he was basically begging Wukong to just leave him be.

_"Macaque is my guest. I have to see that all his needs are met. So I must politely ask you to leave my home." Sandy said, standing between Wukong and his love.

_"This isn't over Macaque." Wukong said and flew out, leaving Sandy to take care of the rest.

Macaque was so grateful Sandy stepped in. He knew Wukong would get mad if he left, but not that much.

How could he do this to me? Hasn't he hurt me enough? Haven't I given him enough? Haven't I sacrificed enough? What more does he want from me? How many more broken bones would it take for him to leave me alone? I'm so tired of surviving. I just want to live for once. Just once. Is that too much to ask for?

(There you go, @szaman-polny bc you asked nicely and I felt slightly bad. And bc I'm not writing anymore parts, here's the story:

Wukong was never going to mark Macaque, he just did that to scare him. The reason why Macaque can't control his shadows is bc back in the day, a part of the scroll broke and it almost destroyed the world so Macaque trapped it in his shadows, the problem is that the thing that was trapped in the scroll is now trapped in him too, and his shadows keep fighting the scroll and the thing inside it and after so long the shadows couldn't tell reality from the scroll part. Wukong is usually that beacon of reality.

Wukong would fight Macaque's shadows if they went out of control and even though he never ment it, his fights with the shadows always hurt Macaque, sometimes leaving him with a broken bone or two, he could always feel how sorry Wukong is after, and Wukong wasn't in that much better condition, if it weren't for his abnormal healing ability he would've lost an arm by now.

So Macaque's shadows know that Wukong is a safe place and they don't need to fear him bc he'll keep their master alive.

After ffm burned, Erlang didn't leave on his own, he actually had to flee bc Macaque just lost it, some of his soldiers are still in the scroll inside Macaque. Some of the shadows managed to drag Macaque to Wukong hoping he would save him but Wukong killed him instead. And now the shadows hate him.

He didn't kill him on purpose, he thought he was fighting the thing but it waited for the last second before it returned back to the shadows leaving Macaque completely defenceless, Wukong didn't know what happened until it was too late.

Then part one and two.

Now Macaque starts working at Pigz's noodles. The problem is that the restaurant is getting more and more customers who just come to see Macaque, some are very rude and keep hitting on him. Pigzy would immediately kick them out and threaten to cut their hands and cook them then make them eat it. No one messes with his employees.

Wukong also keeps an eye on Macaque all the time and would beat up anyone who hits on him which is why in the end no one bothers Macaque anymore but they still come to admire him.

One day, a demon from the theatre stops him and gives him a flyer for auditions for their next play. He doesn't know what that is but Sandy and the others encourage him to try.

He gets the lead part and he does love the theatre so he stops working at Pigz's and makes acting his full time job. Wukong discovers this and pays a very generous donation to the theatre for all their future projects. Which makes the staff so happy therefore Macaque is also happy.

Wukong didn't miss a single show of Macaque's not even the rehearsal, he was there every step of the way. Seeing Macaque happy was all he ever wanted, so he'll bite his tongue and stay away.

Macaque knew Wukong was watching him, he also connected the dots and knew Wukong was the one who made the donations. And even though Sandy told him that he bought him all the new things, he knew it was all from Wukong. He must've convinced or threatened Sandy into giving it to him. But he didn't say anything, he didn't want to fight with Sandy or Wukong. He was too emotionally drained. He just accepted them and moved on. He knows Wukong way too well to say no to his gifts.

After a few years, they find a new way to fix the scroll and trap what's inside it, and Macaque is healed. Wukong was the one who healed him. After that, Macaque's emotions went back to normal and his relationship with Wukong started getting better. The ending is open to either shadowpeach or lunartides)

#macaque #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach #shadowpeach au #Lunartides #Sandy #Lmk Sandy

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bloopitynoot · 2 days ago

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Reading TGCF: Chapter 123

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

When I started this chapter this morning with breakfast- for some reason I thought it would be short; it was not! I did manage to finish it though so all good here :)

I only have one more chapter left! I forgot to buy the next book so there might be a couple days delay once I finish this one.

Today I had a latte and a slice of quiche with the chapter.

Let's get into chapter 123!

"Teleportation array, activate" . it's giving power rangers or captain planet. Why did he have to say it like that though XD Jun Wu never activated anything vocally p293

omg, poor Shi Qingxuan! Holding the fort together while everyone is witnessing what will surely be their end approach from the distance. p294

again! Bless Lang Qianqiu for taking initiative, this kid is doing the good work. p295

General Pei!! :D p295

Damn! Pei Ming even apologized to Rong Guang. That's some character growth. p297

If Guzi dies after all of this I'll be pissed. p298

Qi Rong! Bro- stop trying to talk sense into Jun Wu and just flee! p300

Guzi is alive!!!! But also yay, Rain Master is here p301

Pei Ming being saved by Our Queen, Rain master - [chef's kiss]. p301

What the heck is clone Hua Cheng doing with Shi Qingxuan? p303

Oh that's kind of sweet. Hua Cheng gave Shi Qingxuan their fan back. p304

oooooh! My Heart! "ol' Feng's" pals realizing that they are actually a god and they weren't bullshitting them this entire time. p305

Not the corpse eating rats! Two things I hate- those damn rats and human face disease. p306

Jeeze, why is Xuan ji still here. But also, I get it. Enemies to lovers Pei Ming and the Rain master for real. Bonus if Rain master is the brains of the operation. p307

"Don't love me- love yourself" Pei Ming, you absolute heart breaker. p308

This is so wholesome! Hua Cheng's ghost city residents are helping too! p309

Damn. how many level-ups does Jun Wu have? p310

Wohooo! One hit and the giant is rubble! p312

That single redeeming moment for Qi Rong :( p314

Jeeze. The fact Guzi said Qi Rong treats him better than his actual father did- ouch. The story from this kids perspective is an absolute tragedy. p316

Okay so there is still more LOL

Jun Wu is still running amok- I fear for Feng Xin and Mu Qing!

Also I think Qi Rong got such a fucking horrible story. I don't know if he's dead, but shit, that was casually sad. The fact that Xie Lian felt nothing about it too- damn.

#bloopitynoot reads tgcf #tgcf #mxtx #heaven official's blessing #tgcf spoilers #tgcf mxtx #xie lian #hua cheng #mxtx tgcf #jun wu #guzi #was absolutely robbed #pei ming #rain master #wind master #their back baby!#the never ending battle #I fear for what's coming next

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plainsviemenace · 2 days ago

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Max couldn't agree more and never wanted his family or hers to see him as perverse or some threat to her. He was never a threat to her and knew she knew that. If she asked for him to tame or stop their experimenting together then they would, no questions asked. He could live without that but he couldn't live without her. "Alex knows I love pretty women and you are gorgeous." He couldn't help but grin at her words. "I'm still working that out in my head but I'm glad I did. Hey, I'm working on George, he is way behind in asking her to marry him." Max hoped George would listen, it had been almost four years and the man needed to step up. "I'm surprised but no, she's not pushing it which I'm glad. I want you to do what you want. You don't have to convert for me to love you. All you have to be is you and you do do that very well." He smiled as she said she looked forward to it too. He was sure she had seen most of the world but it was all new to him and there was no one he wanted to see it with then her. "Winnie is a mama's girl but I'll definitely snuggle her. "

There were a few things that he thought could be fun so since she asked he figured why not tell her. "Same with you babydoll. I'm open to anything you want to try. I have a few ideas I was going to bring up. Most are roleplay things, like you being asleep and a robber breaks in and has his way with you. Going out and pretending we're single and me chasing some guy that hits on you away. Nothing too crazy. What about you?" For as bad a rep as Max had he was respectful to her, their families and friends. He would never do anything in Ashley's home to disrespect her. "Oh that table has your name all over it." She chucked at her saying bend her over it. "Their first night had started with him taking her ass first and she hadn't forgotten. He knew she had always been insecure about her tits, thinking them to small even making jokes about it but Max loved them and was always eager to show her how much. "Your tits look so good with my cock buried between them. Mmm, good girl...just like that." He knew she wanted him to cum on her tits so when he started to feel close he bent to kiss her before sliding off of her and the bed. Locking eyes with her he jerked his cock a few times before beginning to unload his cum on her tits. He dipped his fingers into the cum and slid them into her mouth. "Suck like a good slut for daddy. Do you want him to eat you next or what does his little girl want?"

Sabrina shook her head, “no. Somethings are meant to stay in the bedroom or just between us.” She smiled as he brought up the story about Alex, it had been one she heard but definitely didn’t get tired of it. “It was like she knew deep down you’d end up meeting me and banging me. But who would have thought you’d get me to settle down? That one still surprises my parents.” She told him. “I don’t think either of them thought I’d be the first one to get married.” Or have a child. She knew out of her sisters she’d be the first one to pop one out. “I think they’re also hoping seeing us get engaged makes George do it too. Their two favorite son in laws.” Okay maybe Max still wasn’t her dad’s favorite but he was enjoying the male being around, especially after seeing how happy he did make Sabrina. But her mom? Absolutely adored the male.She laughed as he brought up Nina. “What about making an honest man of you?” She asked, cupping his cheek. “Has she mentioned me converting to Judaism yet?” Sabrina asked, she had a feeling that at some point Nina was gonna bring it up to Max or her. Their religion was a big thing to their family, and Sabrina respected that. Even to the point of starting to look at Jewish traditions for weddings. She wanted to incorporate as much as she possibly could for the Friedman’s, even in the end that she doesn’t convert herself. “I’m excited to. I enjoy traveling the world with you and making new memories in new countries.” She shook her head, “she won’t unless she sleeps through most of it. Girl wants to run. And if that’s the case, you get to be on dog duty. I’ll snuggle with the kitties.” They flew private most of the time, so she knew it wouldn’t be a big deal if Winnie wanted to run while they were on the plane. It was a good 4 hour flight and she couldn’t expect the puppy to just lay there for that long.

She cocked her head to the side, “I mean if there’s something you’ve always wanted to try, you can tell me. I mean within reason, I’m open to anything.” She still had her limits with some stuff, but most of anything she was willing to try, she realized that when she let him choke her when they were on vacation. It was something she was slowly learning to love to do with him. It had taken sometime, but most of the bad memory she had of it was gone and replaced happily with Max. Which is what she had wanted. “I know you love them. And I love that you love my tits and how devour them every chance that you get.” She in general loved how he devoured every part of her. As he picked her up, her arms and legs went around him. “Yeah, we aren’t disrespecting her or her house. We are capable of keeping sex in the bedroom.” When they were in their own spaces, they could venture out of the bed. But since this wasn’t their house, it didn’t feel right. Sabrina was thankful for Ashley and didn’t want to feel like she was disrespecting her by having sex in her house outside of the bedroom. “You can fuck me on the table at our house the minute we get home, though. Bend me over it..” She mused, kissing him softly. She love dhow strong he was and how he could carry her around so effortlessly. Sabrina never hard to worry that he would end up dropping her. “I did want to get titty fucked,” she confirmed as he laid her on the bed. She shifted so her head was on the pillow. She nodded as he told her to lick him every time it was near her mouth, and then she stuck her tongue out as he positioned his length between her breasts. She bent her head so she could reach him as he thrusted. She obeyed him and started licking his cock. Every other thrust, she’d wrap her lips around his head and just suck on the tip until it popped out of her mouth.

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loverboybrightsideghost · 3 months ago

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if superman 2025 isn't a good movie i will recover i'll be fine i survived not liking maws that much but BY GOD will i be disappointed for the rest of my life until i die

#best case scenario i dream of: this movie is an incredible depiction of why superman is the character ever. it's too much to ask that it has #any real impact on people being kinder to each other. i don't dare dream that hard i'm still realistic.#medium scenario i am prepared for: it's like. an okay movie. nothingburger movie. i'll be really really disappointed but i'll live.#worst case scenario (i don't think this will happen but you never know): it's actively a bad movie that does not understand anything about #superman or people #THAT i couldn't live with and would never shut up about #BUT I'M VERY OPTIMISTIC JAMES GUNN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG YOU PLEASE 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼#bluebird.txt #superman #maws i can live with bc it's been some time and i almost never hear about it #but i'm a little impressed bc imo to take iconic characters and make them uninteresting like wow way to go #clark was interesting but unfortunately really not enough to balance out the rest of the show #and i've also heard that they don't even do anything with having made their lois korean and their jimmy black...like jimmy from what i've #heard was just classic sidelined black best friend (major yikes)#and i don't know a lot about lois but i have seen a screenshot of alternate universe loises #that i have no context for but shows a version of lois where she's native american and i'm like okay i don't know context right but mmmm #feels bad #also just. it feels WAY too young adult for me. which may just be a me thing as it seems to be the point of the show but an intern trio of #the three of them is like. it's certainly a take and maybe someone could make it work but they sure didn't #at least for me #me: i don't like maws but i'm chill about it #me seven million tags later: lol #shoutout to jenscin's clois cuz i eat that shit the fuck up they should let them make a superman animated show (if they'd wanna)#ANYWAAAAAAYYYSSS

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gender-euphowrya · 10 months ago

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it's really baffling to me that when i tell people i don't eat veggies they're like "THEN WHAT DO YOU EAT" like. do you not know about the other food groups. have you exclusively been eating carrots and leaves like a bugs bunny

#you don't need to be fucking sherlock holmes to figure out that it's. well. everything else #meat. dairy. pasta/rice/potatoes that kinda thing.#like people treat me like a fucking alien for my food tastes like can you really not picture in your head a meal without vegetables #are you that fucking turnip-pilled #it's not that deep #like the doc i saw today looked at me like i was sprouting tentacles when i said i don't eat tomatoes #like... yeah i'll eat tomato-based stuff like tomato sauce & all but not just plain tomato #i still don't get How people eat tomato like it's so slimy yeurch #like it's not me having the fuss levels of a 5 year old who doesn't waaaanna eat his peaaaaas #it's. my brain cannot even conceptualize vegetables as food. i KNOW that's what they are but i don't have the ''oh ! edible thing'' reactio #like you hand me a bowl of salad and a bowl of rocks and i'll find them equally unappetizing. gun to my head i wouldn't eat either #i don't know ! i don't know why ! is it autism ! is it arfid ! is it something else ! is it just arbitrary tastes !#WHO CARES ?#that's the way i work and the way i've always worked and fuuuuck i Don't care about changing it #i don't think i can in any case. not to the extent people expect me to. i'm doing my best #so what if i get fat and die at 50 i'm here for a good time not a long one #i'd rather die young and have lived life according to my rules than die old and have restricted myself & forced myself to do stuff i hate #who gives a fuck i'm not having kids anyway i won't have a bunch of people relying on me living old for shit so whatev #people hear about vegans who only eat vegetables and are like Yeah i understand that #but say you eat anything Except vegetables and suddenly it's an extremely weird diet and i must be some kind of crayfish from mars

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madamechrissy · 11 days ago

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Sex, Lies, Ugly Truth

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

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

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

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

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

The first day staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

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

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

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

How many rounds could that man go?

And did she have to scream so loud!?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Satoru Gojo.

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

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

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

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

Satoru wants to fuck his girlfriend's daughter.

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

Except, maybe, getting to ever touch you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Satoru Gojo.

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

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

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

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

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

*****

Three days of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shouldn’t think like that.

“I’m definitely nothing like her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can’t even think that way.

You’re stupid.

*****

Five days of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t drive, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fuck is wrong with him?

You’re her daughter.

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

“You sure act like it.”

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

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

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

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

“I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smirks just a bit. “I’ll take it.”

“I will never call you step dad.”

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

*****

One week of staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let myself go?”

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

“I was starving because of you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There’s too much in the look.

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

It’s petty but.

It works.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, thanks dad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

One day left staying under the same roof as Satoru Gojo

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s good, I like it.”

“Your hair looks oily.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

“Go right ahead-”

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

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

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

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

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

“I swear to-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He needed to see you.

You were so clearly not okay from her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why would it?”

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

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

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

He’d never want you

Out of your league

You’re nothing

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

Worse is this tall, beautiful fucking man acting interested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mommy issues clearly are still prevalent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe.”

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

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

Worse, how he had kissed you?

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

******

The last morning staying with your mom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But your pussy!?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Psycho, mmm!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, look at this ass, fuck…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum f’me again, hmm?”

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

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

“Y-you… she’s… Satoru!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it’s not there.

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

“You’re corrupting me, step dad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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quimichi · 2 months ago

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↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

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starry-bi-sky · 1 year ago

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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

#I AM LOUDLY PUSHING THE BATDAD AGENDA #anyways— add ons are encouraged i wanna talk more dpxdc with folks i just cant find any aus i really like enough to engage with #which is nobody's fault and its why im making my own content in order to reach more people #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dpdc #dc x dp #dpxdc prompts #i took a ‘which batfam member are you (except its personal)’ quiz a few days ago #and got bruce wayne. and then was promptly read to filth why im most like him and it rudely but accurately explained why im the most like #him. it also consequently explained to me why i like him so much. whenever i see him in his kindest form i see a mirror looking back #anyways lots of ‘danny rejecting bruce as a parent’ aus. may i present: bruce and danny finding family in each other aus. batdad aus pls.#dpxdc prompt #dcxdp #this prompt can take place at any point of Batkid accumulation but personally i was imagining this as before Bruce has any of his kids yet #eldest brother danny supremacy and also just that one on one bonding #danny being someone who was never afraid of the dark as a kid and even less so as he got older. taking solace in it as a ghost because you #cant hide in the dark when you glow. his enemies can't jump out at him. but he can jump out at them. how can he be afraid of the dark when #the dark is where the stars like to live? there's a comfort in the shadows. there might be something hiding in it. but he's hiding in it to #blood blossoms eat ghosts headcanon #wasn't sure where i was gonna go with this at the beginning and then i caught steam.#batman casually kidnaps an orphan upon kid's request. also the kid was Actively Dying Of Poison. What was he gonna do?? NOT help him?#mister 'keeps candy in his utility belt specifically for scared children'??? no way.

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eraserbread · 20 days ago

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PART 2 OF THE POSTPARTUM FIC PLSSSS UR WRITING IS AMAZING

click 4 context ✧

→ sexually explicit, f!receiving oral, pillow talk, ken's weird obsession w pregnancy, squirting

you click the door shut, and the sound is so featherlight it's almost lost on you

finally, after five attempts, your three-week old daughter is asleep, sprawled out on her stomach in her bassinet. you and kento don't utilize her room very often, preferring she sleep in a bed-attached cradle so she's always close.

tonight, though, you had intentions.

intentions she had to be dead asleep to accomplish.

intentions standing shirtless at the kitchen sink, cleaning after cooking dinner.

"put it down, i'll finish it later." you're crowding him, pulling his warm, soapy hands out of the water and into yours.

"why?" your husband purrs, voice low and lost in the dampness of the shared air. you're pushing for attention, nuzzling in his hard back, kissing the bare, warm skin.

"because rin is finally asleep, and i want you." you're kissing him again, damn near humping the bulk of his thigh. "it's been so lonely without you all day."

kento is leaning back into your touch, humming soft vibrations through his body. when your kisses land on his shoulder blade, he peeks over at you. "really?"

"mhm... i want it, please."

kento takes your intertwined hands, crossing them over the front of his waist. he's guiding them against his dipping pelvis, across his faint happy trail until they're settled over the deep bulge pushing his loose pants. you're fucking moaning into his skin, clawing at your treat like a stubborn child.

"it's so wet." kento's eating you alive in bed, cradling your leg over his shoulder, blankets helplessly bunched up around your wrecked, naked body. it's hard to focus even now with the baby monitor at the bedside, ringing red every time rin shifts in her crib.

but still, you're tugging at his sweaty hair, clawing at his hand, back arched as you cry his name. his tongue is doing somersaults over your sensitive clit, sucking it between his lips and dipping down to ease at your hole.

kento's not sure he's noticed it before, but you're different after birth - naturally so. your pheromones are stronger, it's like your cunt is softer, more pillowy and warm against his lips. he growls into it, the thought of him changing your body inside out lighting some fire inside of him. fingers digging into your plush thighs, nose dragging across your slit, he's taking you like he'd never taste you again.

it's that fervor that has you crying and cumming buckets on his tongue, tears already leaking from your eyes as your core spasms and loosens over and over again.

it's like you're on fire—you can't find a breath of cool air, sweat is pooling, cum is still leaking. it's like a waterfall down there, and when kento surfaces, his face is red and visibly soaked. like a wet, lewd puppy. he licks his lips.

"i may be incorrect, but i believe you just squirted for me." he's mumbling, making sure he's staring right into your blown eyes as he pulls his cock free. he's so hard—pulsating and dripping just like you are. there's something on his face, a look you couldn't pinpoint in your daze.

"n-no, never..."

"it's only natural..." ken pauses, pulling your thighs open, situating over you in sensual missionary. he wanted to see your face this time around. "that your body changes after child."

"you're really passionate about that, aren't you?"

"about your body? It's the best thing I've ever touched." punctuating his point, your eyes flick back in your skull as his thick, warm length gradually buries itself inside of you. you're so slick with want this time, that your cunt swallows him up like a meal, spasming with the girth—you're whining. "best thing I've ever felt, tasted, been inside, dreamed of-

"ken," you're reeling, grabbing fistfuls of the thin sheets as he sits inside of you, buried to the hilt, cervix spasming. "p-pull... out, just a little bit. 's sensitive. so, sensitive."

"my poor little pussy," he's purring, can't stop as he drags out of you, lips pursed in focus.

your eyes fly open at his unfamiliar choice of words, stifling back a laugh that falls into a tiny moan. he looks up at you. "what are you... talking about?"

"shh, love... lovely. gonna cum, hav'to focus..."

so you look at at him, his screwed eyes, fine lines, flushed face. he's breathing so hard, fucking into you sweetly with precision he's mastered by this time. you let your eyes fall shut again, whining again when his cock slams against your cervix.

"ken..!"

"god—i know, i know. can't help it." he's holding onto your thigh like you might fade away, crystalline chest gleaming in the dull bedroom light. you toss your head back, then he fucks you. actually—no mind, no mercy.

hips slapping against skin, a symphony of cries and pleas—names melting into each other, drowning in slick, drowning in presence. it's the mixture of everything you pull out of each other with devotion, and by the end of the night, he's pulling so much out of you, that you're actually squirting all over his bare body.

you're hot with embarrassment, fading in and out of consciousness and denying the messy claims. kento doesn't care about the mess—he's proud of you and him. impossibly, he feels closer to you.

so close, that when rin cries awake three hours later, he silences the monitor immediately so it doesn't wake you up, and goes to feed and change his daughter with the fondest smile on his face.

#gooning so hard #KEN U CAN'T JUST SAY THAT-#eraserasks #.nanami <3 #.the wife guy!! <3 #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento x you #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x y/n #kento x reader #kento x y/n

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terrestrialnoob · 9 months ago

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Harley crawled into the apartment. It was organized, but it looked like the occupant didn't have a lot of time for cleaning. She walked softly through it, taking it in. There were photos of her target and what had to be her family, but no friends or romantic partners. Some had a pair of older adults, matching traits meant bio-parents. More of the photos were of the target and a younger boy - a little brother, the highest likelihood of becoming another target if things go bad.

Harley continued forward, following the light to where her target was. She stood in the doorway, looking in.

Dr. Jasmine Fenton, Arkham Asylum's newest psychologist, just got her degree and everything. She did what most newbies do, actually thinking she could get through to the Joker. Harley didn't want to say it was impossible, but everyone who tried ended up in a new job or dead. Harley would try and make sure it was the former and not the later.

Harley watched as the redhead read over a file as she ate from a takeout box. She didn't want to scare the girl, yet. The scaring her away from Joker came later. So, she had to wait for the perfect moment to-

"I know you're there." Jasmine didn't look up from her file, but held out the last box of Chinese food in Harley's direction. "There's plenty if you want some."

"Awe, you ruined the surprise." Harley walked out of the shadows of the hallway into the girl's home office. She snatched the offered box of food and took a few bites as she jumped to sit on the desk.

"I'm hard to sneak up on." Jasmine said, closing her file and finally looking at Harley. "So, Dr. Quinzel, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this evening?"

"Oh, call me Harley!" She laughed, she wasn't called Dr. all that often any more. She tapped her chop sticks on the file Jasmine just closed. "I thought you'd like a consult on your new patient, Dr. Fenton. I've got a lot of experience with him."

"I prefer to go by Jazz." She said with a smile, "While I appreciate the offer, I'd like to see how far I can get on my own. And, sorry, but I'm pretty sure your license was revoked."

Harley nodded as she swallowed to get the noodles out of her mouth. "I get it! You're new, fresh outta school, gotta prove yourself. But Joker ain't the guy to do that with. He eats people like us for breakfast, and in all the years he's been in Arkham, no one's been able to get anywhere with him."

Jazz sighed, "I don't like to believe people are lost causes. There's always something we can do to help."

"You can't help everyone, especially when they don't want it. And it's not just a question if whether or not he can be saved or whatever." Harley set down the now empty box, Jazz pointed to another one that still had food in it, but Harley declined. "If you keep it up, he'll think you're worth his time to torment. There's no telling what he'll do when he inevitably gets himself out again."

"I'll be fine." Jazz said, but Harley had to cut her off before she said something stupid.

"It's not just you! You've got family out there he can target, your parents. Your Brother! Anyone you date will become a target! He'll do everything in his power to make your life miserable!"

Jazz chuckled. "If he wants to target my family, his funeral. My parents are - were supervillains. They've really only become less- well, hyper-focused on eradicating an entire race of being- in the past few years. And my brother - I'm pretty sure he's conditionally immortal. So that's nothing to worry about."

"If it's conditional, Joker will find a way around it." Harley said, but she had to admit, this might have been an unnecessary trip. "You sure y'ain't got nothing to worry about? What about you? How conditional is your mortality?"

Jazz smiled. Her mouth seemed too wide and with too many teeth. "Oh, I am nowhere near immortal. But..."

She stood up and the room was suddenly a black void. Toxic green eyes and mouths filled with glowing white teeth opened around them. "I doubt anyone could get close enough to test it."

The room was suddenly back to normal, but whatever that thing was was still there. Harley could see its eyes watching her with amusement from inside Jazz's oversized cardigan.

"Well, I guess this really was a wasted trip. You've clearly got it covered."

"Not entirely." Jazz said, her hand wend up to her neck to rub nervously, "Well, you see... I don't really have a lot of friends. People tend to get - uh, creeped out, you know? Or chased off by my parents or brother or whatever..."

"You wanna be friends?" Harley laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Jazz's face turned bright red and the shadow eyes looked way less amused. "Yeah, stupid question. You've clearly got your own things going on."

"No! No, no." Harley had to take several deep breaths before she could look Jazz in the face again. "I 100% wanna hang out with you!"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." She took another deep breath, "I mean, I really should have made a support system before trying to take on the Joker back when I worked for Arkham. This" she pointed between them "can only end well."

Jazz's face turned brighter than the sun. "Oh my gosh! This is amazing! We should - I have Thursday's and weekends off - What - what kind of things should we-"

Oh man, Jazz was like an excited kid. She must have had a really lonely childhood... they can psychoanalyze each other later. "Come over for girl's night next week. I'll tell my gf and bff to expect an extra person... Does the-" she motioned to the cardigan creature "-go everywhere you go? Does it need food?"

"Oh, don't worry about Jet, they only eat who I tell them to."

Harley barked out more laughter. "You're going to fit right in!"

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Now featuring a Part 2

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #jazz fenton #harley quinn #fan fic #my fic #my writing

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smutoperator · 2 months ago

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Puppy Training

Danielle Marsh x Male Reader, Assistant

Tags: (lots of) anal, ass eating, begging, butt spreading, dog collar, domination, facial, full nelson, gape, mounting, pet play, queefing, sex toys, submissive slut, training

Word count: 4199

Danielle wanted to try new experiences. She started talking to a wealthy guy, and he invited her to his house for some fun.

But before her arrival, you had to set a few things up.

"This girl who is coming here, she is still very inexperienced. I want to give her some of my training, but I think she needs your help," you said, talking to a well-experienced assistant you had just hired. "I appreciate the gesture; I'll make sure I get her ready for you," the assistant answered. "So, what is your plan?" you then asked her.

"I will have my tools; I'll make sure to use them properly," the assistant answered, presenting you with her case of sex toys with many dildos and butt plugs. "She'll be ready for you, I can guarantee you that; she'll be begging for it, her asshole will be gaping for you," the assistant said. "Then I will go upstairs; just let you do your thing to her," you answered.

Danielle finally arrived at your house, but instead of you, the assistant was waiting for her. "Thank you for coming," the assistant said. Danielle looked at the table with all the toys the assistant had presented to you and was now ready to use on her.

"Thank you for coming," the assistant told Danielle. "Don't pay attention to these," she said as Dani looked at the toys. "Sorry," she answered the assistant. "Do as I say, no questions asked, and you'll have a memorable day, do you understand me?" the assistant told her.

"Show me your ass," the assistant told Danielle, who obliged, getting on all fours on the couch and lifting her skirt. "I see you came in prepared, little slut, no panties," she said, spanking Dani's bare butt. "Look at this tight little asshole," she continues, starting to lick it and preparing Danielle while stimulating her pussy with her hands.

"You like that?" the assistant asked as she spat on Danielle's asshole. "Yeah," Danielle answered. "Oh, you like your tight little asshole getting some attention," she continued, increasing the speed of her tonguing.

"Open up that butthole for me, let me see," the assistant said as she continued to run her mouth over it. "So fucking tight, a sexy young teen asshole," she continued. "Please let me in, you're gonna like it even more when instead of my hands it's going to be his cock," the assistant continued.

"Do you wanna taste your fucking ass?" the assistant asked, shoving a pair of fingers up Danielle's anus as she moaned. "Answer me," the assistant commanded, spanking Dani's ass. "Yeah, please, let me taste it," she then answered, moaning again.

"Open your mouth," the assistant told Danielle, who obliged and tasted her ass from the assistant's fingers. "You like that, you dirty little bitch?" the assistant asked. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then suck it like a dick, little bitch," the assistant commanded, shoving her whole hand in her mouth.

"Show me how your suck dick, stick out your tongue, make it nice and wet for your asshole," the assistant ordered as Danielle bobbed her head on your hand, before pushing it back into the young girl's ass. "Ohhhh," Danielle moaned. "Let me in, push that little butthole out, you're gonna need it for his cock, it's really big, don't run away," the assistant said as she fisted Dani's asshole.

"Beg for more, baby," the assistant told Danielle. "Please, more," Dani said as her asshole kept getting fisted deeper and deeper. "Does it feel good, little bitch?" she asked. "Yes," Dani answered.

"Your fucking pussy is already so wet, you're such a horny buttslut," the assistant said as she finger-fucked Dani's butthole while fingering her pussy. "Open up that hole, let me look inside that ass," she said, tonguing it one more time as Danielle moaned. "It feels really good," Danielle answered.

"You're gonna love his dick in your ass then; let me keep stretching that fucking butthole for him," the assistant told Danielle. "Yeah," Danielle answered as the assistant grabbed one of the buttplugs from the table and shoved it in Dani's mouth. "Get it nice and wet and spread that asshole for me," she commanded as Danielle followed her instructions.

The assistant teased Danielle, putting the plug in and out of her asshole. "Hear the sound of your asshole opening up and gaping for me," the assistant said as a queefing sound came out of it before she pulled the plug. "Look at that gape, it's so cute; keep opening that hole for me and relax," she continued.

"Tell me you love it; you better not be lying to me," the assistant says as she keeps shoving that plug. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then let me put something bigger in it," she says, putting a very large plug into Danielle's ass. "Does it feel good?" she asks. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then let me just put everything," the assistant continues.

"Do you feel like a slut?" "Yeah," Danielle says again. "I don't think you're ready yet; your butthole is closing. Open that ass," the assistant says. Danielle spreads her butt again, letting the assistant penetrate her butthole with the plug. "Keep that hole open for me," she says as Danielle rubs her pussy.

"I love that sound; that asshole is begging for some big fat cock," the assistant says as Danielle's backdoor keeps queefing. "You're doing well; you must really want his cock," she continues. The assistant picks up a larger dildo as Danielle's gape keeps growing. "Push it," she orders, enjoying as Danielle's butt pops it out.

"Such a yummy asshole," the assistant says as she tastes Danielle's ass from the toy. "You feel that inside you?" she asks, thrusting the dildo harder. "Yes," Danielle answers. "Beg for it," the assistant replies. "Please, please, give me more," Danielle begs.

"Good girl, I think you're ready to be wrecked by his cock," the assistant says, licking Danielle's gaping asshole. "Get on the floor, on your knees," the assistant commands, letting Danielle kiss her to taste her ass before putting a dog collar on her neck with a chain. "You're going to be a good bitch for him, worship his cock, and take it in all of your holes," she says to Danielle before leaving.

"He's upstairs," the assistant tells Danielle, who climbs into your room. You grab her by the chain as Danielle crawls on all fours like a good puppy as you drag her across the room. "Are you ready?" you ask her. "Yes," Danielle promptly answers. "Then unzip my pants and suck my cock," you get straight to the point.

Danielle does as you ask, unzipping your pants and popping your massive cock off, putting it in her mouth, and sucking it softly as she remains on her knees. You look at her beautiful face full of your cock, taking your jacket off as she bobs her head on your shaft without her hands, grabbing her by the chain as she tries to choke on your dick. She licks her chops, moving her head faster in your direction and coating your cock with her saliva, strings of it licking her mouth and your tip. You pop your cock's tip in and out of her mouth, teasing her as you softly fuck her face.

"I'll do anything for you," Danielle says with a big smile on her face. You push your cock deeper in her mouth, watching her roll her eyes. "Make me your bitch," she begs. The facefucking continues, you doing everything in your power to make her gag on your cock as you stuff Dani's beautiful mouth before pushing her chin up for her to look in your eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass really hard today," you tell her. She smiles, enjoying your words. "Yes, sir, please," she begs, as you keep using her mouth to get your cock wet, popping your cock in and out of it. "I'll submit to all of your desires," she says as she grabs your shaft and works her mouth around it, jerking it off intensely as she gives you a good blowjob and makes you groan.

"Good puppy," you say to Danielle as you grab her head and fuck her face. She answers with more cock-sucking, massaging your balls and your pole as she tastes it in her mouth. "It feels so good when you shove it down my little throat," she says.

"Open your mouth, let me push it slowly," you tell Danielle, shoving your cock balls deep in her throat as you grab her head. "You shoved it so deep I couldn't even breathe; it's so massive inside me, it feels so wonderful," Danielle says after she gags.

"Please fuck me, take control of my body, sir, I want to be dominated," Danielle begs you. You get her up, kissing her cock-filled mouth as she strokes your shaft, before turning her around and pinning her against the blue chair in your living room. You lift her skirt, looking at the butt plug your assistant put in her asshole, spanking her ass as you look at her pantyless backside.

"Hmmm," Danielle moans as she gets spanked. You slowly guide your cock inside her pussy. "Yeah," she moans, feeling the tip penetrate her folds. "Oh yes, please," she says, you grabbing her by the dog leash and giving her the first round of thrusts, going very slow and enjoying her moan. "Yes, oh yes," she moans as you push it a little deeper.

"Please, please, fuck me harder, ahhhh." Danielle begs; you grab the leash and pound her hard, making her cheeks clap. "OH YEAH YEAH YEAH," she moans as her pussy gets stretched out, already losing her breath. You slowly unbutton your shirt, getting yourself completely naked and groaning as you enjoy Dani's tight young pussy wrapped around your cock, her body bouncing hard with your hard thrusts.

"YEAH, OH MY GOD," Danielle moans as she gets pounded hard, clinging to the chair as you show no mercy to her pussy. You pull the dog leash in your direction, treating her like your puppy. "Fuck my pussy," she begs as you slow down, spreading her ass as you pop your cock in and out of it.

"Fuck my pussy, destroy it," Danielle begs you. Her beautiful eyes and sexy smile drive you crazy. You tease her with slow thrusts before attacking her pussy hard, grabbing her arms behind her back. "Give me your cock, I want it all, I want it every inch, yes," she tells you as her cheeks get clapped hard. "OH MY GOD," she moans, keeping her ass spread at every second, much to your enjoyment.

"Please, make me cum; I want it harder," Danielle begs and gets it, the hard pounding going nonstop. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, FUCK," she screams, you grabbing her waist and giving her cunt really fast thrusts that make her legs shake and her juices drip.

"Come taste it," you tell Danielle, who gets on her knees and hungrily turns in your direction to suck your cock. "Please fuck my ass," she begs you with your cock still deep in her mouth as she tries to get it wet for her asshole. "I want to feel all of your cock in my ass," she tells you, savoring your cock and running it over her face and then deepthroating it after a long head-bobbing.

"Fuck," you groan as Danielle deepthroats your cock, hungrily taking it like a good puppy. "So good," you tell her, popping it in and out of her mouth. "Please, I want you to fuck my ass," she begs again. "Are you prepared?" you ask her, Danielle just positively nodding.

"I'm ready," Danielle says as you grab her by her leash and push her to your bed. She softly jerks your cock off as you romantically kiss her and take her clothes off. "You smell so good," you tell her. But Danielle is only focused on one thing.

"Please, use my ass," she tells you. You remove her buttplug as you lie in your bed, slowly guiding your big, fat cock to her asshole. "I'm ready to be used," she tells you.

You guide your cock to Danielle's ass, take things very slowly, grabbing Danielle's legs and lifting them up as you give her butt some soft little pumps. "Oh my God, it's so big in my tight little ass, feels so good stretching me, so deep in my ass," she says, softly moaning as she tries to get used to it. You slowly pick up the pace. "I love the way you stretch my hole," she tells you as the speed gets faster. "Oh my god, yeah," she moans.

Her tight asshole quickly drives you crazy; you are unable to resist for long as you start pumping up her ass really hard. "Oh yeah," she moans, closing her eyes as her legs get up in the air. "Fuck that ass, I want it all, oh my god," she moans as your balls slap against her cheeks.

"That's it, make me gape, baby," Danielle says as you tease her, getting your cock in and out of her asshole and showing off her already massive gape. "Fuck me hard," she continues to beg. You quickly put Danielle under your full control, pushing her legs and giving her a full nelson pounding. "OHHHHHHH YESSSS," she screams as you put her body under your full mercy, pounding her asshole like an animal.

"OH MY GOD, OH YES, TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH, AHHHH, FUCK MY ASS JUST LIKE THAT, I'M A SLUT TAKING IT ALL IN MY BUTT FOR YOU," Danielle screams as she gets completely dominated, fast thrusts making her asshole queef as you destroy it. "YES, FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OH MY GOD," she screams. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock, OH MY GOD," she moans, closing her eyes and enjoying being used like a toy by your big fat cock.

"FUCK ME UNTIL I CUM, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCKKK," Danielle screams as your thrusts get extremely fast, her asshole getting pounded like a piston. "I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, you pulling out of her massively gaped asshole as she squirts.

After you're done pounding her hard, Danielle tries riding your cock, moving her hips sexily in a reverse cowgirl position. "Such a big, juicy cock," she says, grabbing your shaft as she bounces on it. "It's so big, I don't know if I can handle it," she says. "Let me test it then," you tell Danielle, pushing your cock upwards into her asshole. "Damn, it's massive, bulging under my tummy so good, oh my god," she says.

Danielle spins on your cock and gets used to your massive length. "I can barely fit it all inside me, ohhhh," she moans as she keeps bouncing, moving much faster this time as she moans and screams. "I just want to be your pleasure girl," she tells you as you spank her ass from behind.

"Let me taste my little asshole," Danielle begs you, quickly diving to suck your cock as soon as it gets out of her ass. She sucks it to perfection, her beautiful face all over your asshole-flavored cock. "So good," you praise her.

You give Danielle's ass a little tap as you put her in a spooning position. "I was born to be used for you," she says as you tease your cock around her anal entrance before pushing it slowly deeper inside her. "Use me just like that, fuck, please," Danielle begs as you grab her hair.

Once again, you start slow, enjoying digging your cock inside Danielle's butthole. "Put it all in there," she begs, but you take your time, watching her asshole gape hard with your thick cock stretching it out. "Fuck, I love the way you fuck my asshole; give it all to me," she begs.

"Fuck, I want every inch inside my asshole; treat me like a good slut," Danielle says as you lick her armpits while pounding her hard, quickly accelerating your thrusts. "I love the way you stretch my tiny little asshole, fuck, I want every inch of your cock deep in my ass," she moans. "FUCK, I'M YOUR FUCKING BUTTSLUT, FUCK ME RIGHT THERE," she screams as you spank her cute ass.

"Show me who's the fucking boss, fuck me hard, YESSSS," Danielle begs as you increase the pace of the pounding. You tease her again, grinding your shaft against her entrance before putting it back in. "Yes, right there," Danielle says as she feels your cock stretching her ass again, you grabbing her butt and clapping her cheeks hard, making her moan while her cute tits bounce.

"Yes, yes, yes," Danielle moans as you wrap your arms around her body and spit in her mouth before resuming the hard drilling in her asshole. "AHHHHHH," she screams as her ass gets used hard, fingering her pussy to deal with the heat. "I love feeling your cock in my asshole," she tells you.

"OH MY GOD YES YES YES," Danielle screams like a slut as her cheeks get clapped hard, you going at full speed in her asshole now, you groaning loudly. You stop a bit, enjoying her massive gape. "Yes, baby, stretch that gape open," she begs you, spreading her ass as her pink insides pop out after your thrusts. "Look at me spreading that ass wide open for that big fucking dick. I love having your cock stretching it out," she says.

"Make me feel all of it, take it all in my ass," Danielle begs, looking in your eyes as you go in and out of her ass. "Get back inside, please, fuck my tight ass, make me your bitch, destroy my tight little ass," she commands, her words making you push harder.

"GIVE IT TO ME, BABY, FUCK ME, OH YES." Danielle screams, you now rubbing her pussy as you attack her ass at full speed. "OH MY GOD, BABY, DON'T STOP, YES, GIVE IT TO ME," she screams, your hands all over her pussy, her gape wider than ever. "The feel of your dick spreading my ass wide open is so good, sliding in and out and using it like it's your personal toy, fuck," she moans.

"PLEASE, BABY, GIVE ME EVERY INCH. FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM," Danielle's legs start quivering with your cock buried deep in her asshole and pounding it nonstop. Her legs close as she squirms with the hard pounding you give her. "SHITTTT," she screams as you give little taps in her pussy as her juices come out. "Make my body shake; that feels so good," she says as she gets drilled hard. "FUCK ME LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, BABY, OH MY GOD, YESSSSS," she continues to scream, losing her breath as her asshole gets destroyed.

"FUCKKKKK," Danielle screams as you make her cum, slowing down to appreciate her ever-growing gape. "I love cumming while getting fucked in the ass," she says, sharing kisses with you as a way to thank you for the hard fucking. You kiss her neck and worship her body as well, especially her tits.

"More, please," Danielle begs. You put her in a missionary position, her perfectly spreading her ass for you to fuck. "Please, put it back in my ass," she begs as you stick your cock back inside it. "I love feeling your cock go in and out," she says as you tease her. "I wanna feel out of it; it's so good," she continues.

"Stretch my asshole, oh my god, it's so big, fuck my ass," Danielle says. You hit her with deep but slow thrusts, making her moan. "I'm gonna spread it for you. I love feeling it. I love the way you make me gape. Look how it spreads open nice and wide for you," she says.

You take a little break to worship Danielle's young pink pussy. "Oh yeah," she moans as you bury your head in her folds. "Oh yeah," Danielle moans. "Please, put it back, use my body, fuck my asshole," she begs, fingering her pussy as you attack her ass deeper. "I'm your fuck toy; use me, baby," she keeps begging as you choke her. But in spite of it, she keeps her ass spread out at all moments. "My body is all yours; I'm your little whore," she tells you as your ass-fucking picks up the pace.

"FUCK MY LITTLE ASSHOLE, AHHHH, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD," Danielle screams. "AHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD, FUCK MY ASS," she continues to scream. "I want it all; make me fucking cum again," she continues to plead, getting out of breath every second. "

"YES, JUST LIKE THAT, FUCK, I'M SO WET, I'M GONNA CUM, MAKE ME YOURS, DRILL ME, MAKE ME TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH," Danielle screams loudly. "Give it to me. I'm your gaped little fucking slut, your fuckdoll. Take it deep," she keeps begging as her asshole queefs with your thrusts.

"FUCK, IT'S SO DEEP IN MY GUTS I CAN BARELY TAKE IT," Danielle continues to scream as you climb on top of the bed, pounding her ass hard. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, that feels so good, I want to feel all of your cock inside me," she says as you fuck her like a raging bull. "Make me your little fucking slut; that feels so good," she continues to beg.

"FUCK THAT ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, I WANT IT ALL," Danielle continues to scream, your thrusts hitting faster than ever, her tight butthole draining your whole energy. "Look how much you made me gape," Danielle says as you slow down and she spreads her ass. "You like it when I spread it for you?" she asks.

"Give me that cock, go in and out, tease my asshole," Danielle continues to command as you alternate slow and fast thrusts in her asshole. "I love how your cock feels inside me," she says as the pounding resumes. "FUCK MY ASS, I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, YES, YES, OH MY GOD, AHHHHH, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, I'M CUMMING," she screams as a fountain of juices comes out of her pussy.

"Bend over on the chair," you command Danielle, who quickly obliges, still recovering from her orgasm. You tease her, rubbing your hands on her body and spanking her ass. "Yes, keep going, I can take it," she moans as her cheeks turn red. You can tell her whole body is aching as she has taken a good pounding, but you need to give her one last round she's never going to forget.

You mount on top of Danielle and put your cock back in her ass. "YES, GIVE ME WHAT I NEED, FUCK," she screams as she gets pounded hard, you making her body bounce hard with your deep thrusts. "Give me more, deeper," she begs as you attack her asshole, her head buried against the chair.

"I LOVE BEING USED BY YOU, I LOVE BEING A FUCKTOY, I LOVE HOW GOOD YOU FUCK MY ASS," Danielle screams, you playing with her gape. "I wanna feel it, every inch. Stretch me open, oh my god," she keeps begging. You grab her cheeks for a better grip. "Fuck my ass, that's so fucking good," she tells you.

"GIVE IT TO ME GOOD, DON'T STOP, OH MY GOD, FUCK MY ASS," Danielle tells you as she rubs her cunt, losing her breath as her gape is already the size of her tennis balls. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT, GAPE ME WIDE OPEN, POUND MY LITTLE ASS," she screams, her asshole queefing with your hard pounding.

"OH MY GOD, MAKE ME FUCKING GAPE," Danielle continues to beg as you mount on top of her like a bull. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW. I want you to give it to me. YES, YES, YES, AHHHHH," she continues to scream. "God, you're gonna make me cum," you tell her.

"Come here," you tell Danielle as you get ready to empty your balls in her face. "Drain your balls all over me, please, cover my pretty face with cum, cum for me, baby, in my eyes and my mouth, please," Danielle begs for your load as you stroke your cock close to her face, giving her plenty of close-range cumshots, her kissing your cock and sucking it to thank you.

"I want it all. Oh, I love being covered in cum like that," Danielle says as she licks your shaft, her cum-covered face looking like she spilled some milk on it. "Did you like your training, little puppy?" you ask her.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass every week and be your anal slut," Danielle answers you as she sucks your cock one last time. "I can do that," you tell her. "I will always be ready. I wanna be your little anal bitch, your fuckpuppy," she tells you as she leaves your room and gets herself dressed.

"Next time I'll bring my sister or one of my group members," she says.

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