#i find *men* attractive and it was like when they have dead mom and have their mouth occupied THE END

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[french-goodbye]

please never fall in love again

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: dating steve harrington is hard, especially when girls keep hitting on him.

notes: i wrote this a while ago but eventually forgot about it in the midst of all my wips lol. title from the song please never fall in love again by ollie mn.

you stare at the back of your boyfriend's head with narrowed eyes and your chin resting on your hands, an anger you know you shouldn't be feeling boiling beneath the surface of your skin. he, of course is none the wiser, as he is to most things, just chatting with eddie completely carefree by the bar.

you love steve harrigton, you really do. you think you fell in love with him on your first date and never really fell out of it. you've already planned your whole life with him, from getting married and having kids to growing old with him and sitting side by side on a wrap around porch. he's sweet, kind, he's great with kids and it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes and great in bed.

his biggest flaw, however, is not exactly his fault. the worst thing about dating steve harrigton is the amount of women who hit on him on a daily basis. whether it's old ladies at the grocery store telling him he looks like their dead husbands or bored soccer moms looking for a little thrill or, the worst of all, the girls your age who slip him their phone number in old receipts over the counter at family video. these women are always there, like blood sniffing sharks, somehow finding a way to make a suggestive comment or a flirty joke.

most of the time, it doesn't really bother you even when it does happen in front of you. steve's the kind of guy who'd never cheat on you, simply because of who he is and how obsessed with you he is. sometimes, however, they can get a little too close and personal and you can't help but wish steve was a little less attractive. just a little.

and it's not that you don't trust him either, he's always quick and firm to shut them down when it happens. it's that they're the ones you don't trust, the girls with big permed blonde hair and fake tans and bright pink lipstick who look at you disdainfully when they realize you're together because they can barely take their eyes off of him for long enough to notice you're standing right next to him.

you're out at a bar celebrating jonathan's birthday when it happens this time, steve and eddie having offered to get everyone another round, the two of them leaning against the bar talking while they wait when a girl from the booth in the corner approaches them. she's clearly a little bit more than tipsy and obviously focused on steve as she talks to them, avidly taking him in and resting her hand on his forearm. he doesn't even blink, just smoothly leans away from her and tells her something that makes her leave as fast as she arrived.

you can barely hear nancy as she complains about her male coworkers on her summer job, as you heatedly stare at his stupidly nice hair and broad shoulders as your boyfriend laughs at something eddie said, hand scratching his neck. you're still watching him with scrunched eyebrows and a sour expression when you feel robin poking your cheek, making you look at her and gently slap her hand away.

"why are you poking me?"

"why are you staring at steve like he kicked your puppy?" she asks, frowning, looking back and forth between the two of you like a tennis match.

"i'm not" she gives you a flat look with raised brows. "fine," you huff. "why do women always hit on him? we can't take him anywhere"

"no idea, you tell me"

"urgh" you groan, throwing your arms around her and resting your head on her shoulder. "god, i hate men"

"amen sister" you hang onto her for a second as she takes a noisy sip of her empty drink through her straw and taps your back sympathetically a few times before gently pushing you away as steve and eddie walk back to your table, drinks in hands and still chatting distractedly.

she softly claps her hands, enthusiastically and telling you a quiet "yay" as she turns back to nancy and jonathan, as the two argue wether or not their coworkers are sexist (they totally are).

you're still laughing at robin's drunken antics when steve comes to your side again and sets your new drink on the table in front of you, resting his hand on your lower back. you let him but when he leans over you to press a kiss to your hair, you promptly dodge away from him and out of his reach. from the corner of your eye, you can see how he frowns at that and silently watches you for a second as you pretend to listen to what nancy says.

his hand on your lower back climbs all the way up to the back of your neck so he turn your head his away, forcing you to look at his big brown eyes staring at you like you just kicked his puppy and you almost feel guilty. almost.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

you shrug, "nothing's wrong."

"are you mad at me or something?"

"no" you slowly shake your head in negative, shrugging.

"gimme a kiss then" he rests one of his hands on your face tilting your head his way while the other on your neck guides your face to his. you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek and look away, accidentally making eye contact with the girl who just hit on him. she's watching the two of you, quickly looking away when she notices she was caught staring.

"you saw that, huh" he tells you, hands settling on your waist instead so he can look at you.

"hard not to" you huff, picking invisible lint from your pants.

"then you know nothing happened"

"of course i know that, i trust you" you complain as you roll your eyes and gesticulate to show your frustration "but i-it just makes so insanely angry when they touch you like that, like they have any right to-" you stop your ranting mid sentence when you realize the look on his face. "what? why are you looking at me like that?"

"nothing" he clears his throat and looks down to uselessly smooth non existing wrinkles on your top. you watch him though narrowed eyes and gasp when it hits you, making him look at you again. "what?"

"you like it when i'm jealous" you accuse, lightly poking his chest.

"no, i don't"

"yes, you do. i can't believe i never noticed it before" you huff an incredulous laugh, remembering all the times girls hit on him in front of you and he said nothing but affirmations of how much he's in love with you and how he could never want somebody else, acting more attentive and affectionate than usual later, pressing you against his body and kissing kissing kissing you until he was the only thing on your mind.

"okay, it's not what you're thinking" he replies running a hand through his hair nervously.

"what am i thinking, harrington?" you ask, lifting one eyebrow as a smirk makes it's way to your lips.

"it's not an ego thing" you laugh softly at him, letting your fingers run soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck, finally giving into the temptation to get your hands on him. "it's just- i like knowing how much you want me just for yourself, how much you care about me."

you stare at him for a moment, taking in his sincere brown eyes and his fluffy hair, feeling impossibly endeared by the boy in front of you. he fidgets under your stare, so you smooth your hands down his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt.

"well, i do care... a lot" you tell him, pretending to be coy and batting your eyelashes at him. "but it's not like i blame her"

"what?" he looks at you blankly, confused.

"i mean, look at you" you pull him closer and then closer still, still smirking. "those nice brown eyes, the pretty hair, those shoulders... nevermind how much of a charmer you are. damn harrington, no wonder women keep throwing themselves at you."

"babe" he groans embarrassedly, "they're not throwing themselves-" he dramatically drops his forehead on your shoulder making you laugh at his discomfort, letting brown strands of hair slip through your fingers as you comfortingly pet his hair and he squeezes your waist in reprimand.

"it's true!"

he pulls you closer by the grip he has on your waist and burrows his face in the crook of your neck in lieu of an answer. you let him have it even though you would like to see his face and the way his blush is probably spreading from his cheek to his neck and rest your chin into his shoulder as you hug him.

"but one of these days i'll have to step in and defend your honor"

"please don't" he pulls away and cups your neck, thumbs brushing your cheek and staring at you disapprovingly, his eyelashes touching at the corners, the hint of a smile still on his face.

"i don't know, maybe i'll have to challenge them to a duel to the death" you disagree and look at him from under your eyelashes. he gives you an affectionate look that'd make you nauseous were it not directed at you and presses a long lingering kiss to your lips.

"shut up" he whispers against your lips. you gladly do, at least until eddie and robin start throwing balled up paper napkins at your head. it's worth it though.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Sneaky Link 💙 (Toxic!Student!Gojo x Professor!MILF!Reader FWB 18+ One Shot)

“You know you want this.”

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Black!Fem!Reader (Teacher x Student/FWBs to Lovers)

Synopsis: You’re a stressed-out mom and college professor who has been swamped with your job and mommy life lately. You’re so knee-deep in your work and kids that you need some kind of release. Unfortunately, you’re not finding any of that in your husband, but luckily, that’s what Gojo Satoru is here for…even though he’s way too young for you and is your student.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Professor!Reader; College Student!Gojo; College AU; MILF!Reader; FWBs/Fuck Buddies; Toxic!Fuckboy-ish!Gojo; Switch!Gojo (MDom + msub); Switch!Reader (FDom + fsub); Infidelity/Cheating; Oral (Giving + Receiving); Some Analingus; Body Worship; Deepthroat; Facefucking; Spit Play; Pussy Drunk!Gojo; Cock Drunk!Reader; Daddy Kink; Mommy Kink; Multiple Positions (Doggy, Missionary, From the Side); Dirty Talk; Possession/Ownership; Scent Marking; Cum Play; Breeding; Unprotected PIV; Raw Creampie; Facial

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I was listening to SWV’s “You’re The One” & got an idea for this. I love me some toxic!Gojo 🤤 Enjoy! -Jazz

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You never knew how loud a man could get until your husband orgasmed.

Usually, you’d find this sexy. You love vocal men. You love your vocal man. All of his slutty moans, gasps, and groans that bounce off of your bedroom walls would usually trigger your nut quick.

“Cumming!” he moans, hovering over you, his face glistening in sweat as he rails into you like he’s trying to wake the neighbors with the knocking headboard. “Fuck, baby, I’m cumming! Cum with me! Are you cumming with me?”

But instead, you lie there underneath him like a dead fish, just staring and not moaning or orgasming like you should be. Like you used to. “Uh-huh,” you reply.

Even as his handsome face screws up the way you like, you don’t find it even remotely attractive. It isn’t like your husband isn’t a sexy man. Every time you go out, you catch the wandering eyes of women and men alike who ogle at your man despite the ring on his finger and being the father of your beautiful twins.

But what they don’t know is that the sexy man they all want for themselves is dry in the sheets. What they don’t know is that he isn’t attentive or a good listener when it comes to doing what you want and need to achieve pleasure. What they don’t know is that your marriage that seems so perfect and amazing actually isn’t.

Case in point, when your husband finally orgasms, gripping the headboard and pausing to cum while buried deep inside of you, he doesn’t even notice how quiet and stoic you are. You are not enjoying yourself yet he is completely oblivious to it. Just like he is every night…or any night he decides to fuck you, that is.

Finally, he lets out a shudder and a satisfied smile stretches across his mouth, a sign that the sexy was more than satisfactory. He pecks you on the lips and rolls over onto his back, lying naked beside you while you lie in your beautiful gown from tonight’s date night. You didn’t even take off your dress! That’s how unsatisfied you feel and how much you didn’t want any kind of sex tonight.

“Wow,” your husband sighs. “That was amazing, baby.” He turns to you, a sparkle in his eyes. You don’t look at him, instead staring at the ceiling. “Mmm-hmm,” you hum.

He moves in close and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his sweaty chest. “I’m so glad we were able to do this,” he chuckles. “I know we’ve been pretty busy with work and the banquet tonight was tiring, so it’s nice that we always get time to have sex.”

‘On your time, that is,’ you sourly think.

“Yeah,” you say instead. “It was…okay.” Your husband ironically catches onto your bored tone and sits up, his flaccid dick hanging between his thighs. “Okay?” he parrots, confused. “But we tried that position you’ve been wanting to try! Y’know, the one with your legs up and your head hanging off the bed?”

You play with a loose strand on your gorgeous dress that you bought a month in advance for your husband’s work banquet.

The banquet you went to tonight and shucked your kids off to your parents for.

The banquet you were hoping your man would get drunk at, notice how sexy you look, and use all of tonight without your children home to make you cum your brains out.

And even though he did agree to do a new position for the first time in months, it didn’t feel any better. You felt no kind of enjoyment. “Well, yeah,” you say. “A-And it felt good, but—“

“But what, Y/N?” He sighs, sounding tired of your shit. You’re tired of your shit too, but also his. “I thought we had managed to squash this finally after our dry spell.”

Dry spell. You nearly scoff. Is he still convinced that this dry spell is moistened now? You glare at him, not liking his tone or his blasé attitude towards your needs. “You only noticed that it was a ‘dry spell’ because I wasn’t sucking your dick anymore,” you snap.

This has been happening for the past couple of months, especially since the beginning of spring semester. You’re a college professor working at one of the most prestigious Ivy League universities in the country, so half of your time is given towards work. And if your time isn’t given towards work, it’s given towards your two beautiful yet chaotic 5-year old twins.

You are married to a bigtime corporate lawyer, going on year six. They’ve been six years full of love, happiness, and great communication. But lately, that communication has been waning thin because of work. Your hubby is a very busy man, constantly at work juggling cases and sometimes working on the weekends when he should be spending time with you and the kids…especially with you.

Ever since the spring semester started for you, things have gotten worse with the stress of grading assignments and exams before your senior classes graduate. Your head is filled with planning things for the next month: planning class lessons, grading, what to fix the kids for their school lunches, etc.

You are drowning in your stress! All you want to do is be with your man. Hug him. Kiss him. Have him put you in the mattress again and again…but that’s barely been happening. He’s always tired or asleep when you’re in need of attention. And when you do get the attention you crave, it’s lackluster and half the time you end up making yourself cum when he rolls off to sleep.

It wasn’t always like this. Your sex used to be amazing, filled with connection and intimacy. Now it’s just…nothing. The fact that he doesn’t listen to what you want or even attempt to try is even worse. He is too busy for you and it’s starting to piss you off.

But not enough to hit up the one guy you know can get the job done. Not enough for that at all! So you roll your ass over and tend to your irked husband. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s not you, baby; it’s me. It’s just stress from work and the kids an’ all.”

And that’s the truth, though you left out that you’re also pent up, horny, and sexually frustrated. However, your husband embraces you back, so you don’t say anything to ruin your cuddling session.

After a while of soft kisses and snuggling, your hubby gets out of bed and steps over his suit that he quickly stripped off as soon as you got back here an hour ago. “You wanna shower with me?” he asks, putting his bathrobe on.

You open your mouth to respond with an excuse not to, but your phone ringing on the nightstand gives you one. “Uh, in a minute,” you reply. “I’ve gotta take a call.”

He nods and gives you a smile which makes you feel horrible. He truly is a great husband, but your throbbing pussy and rising libido tell you differently. Once he leaves, you answer the call to the one person who can truly understand your dilemma. “Answering my call at 10 PM on a Friday night?” She asks. “You either fought your man or the sex was bad. Good evening, Ms. L/N.”

“Hi,” you chuckle, quickly looking at the bathroom door where your man disappeared. When the water starts running, you speak louder. “And no, it wasn’t bad. It was just….average.”

Your friend laughs despite your pain. “Well, be happy that he at least had the time to reciprocate this time. Did you cum this time?”

“Uh….” You contemplate whether to lie or tell her the truth. If you lie, you’ll feel bad for doing so, but if you’re honest then she’ll berate him like she always does. Finally, you sigh and give in. “I tried, but no. There was zero trying on his end.”

Your friend isn’t happy to hear that. “Please tell me you didn’t fake it this time,” she groans. “If he’s embarrassed, let him be embarrassed!” You roll your eyes at the mention of you faking your orgasms for your husband at one point to appease him. You do things for the ones you love. “No, I didn’t,” you sigh. “I did as you said and kept quiet, but he didn’t even mention it!”

You put a hand on your forehead, feeling a headache coming on. “I took the kids over to my parents’ place for some time alone after the banquet. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with this.”

“Well, you could always come out with me and my man tonight,” your friend suggests. “They’re having this special called Freaky Fridays at the bar we like. You could meet a nice guy there.”

You can’t even picture yourself getting out of bed to get into your sexy clothes and cheat. You’ve done that already. “Thanks for the invite, but I’ve had enough drinking for one night.”

“Oh, how was the fancy banquet, by the way?” Your friend excitedly asks. “You looked so fuckin’ good tonight! If I were your hubby, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” You laugh at her referring to your photos on Twitter of you at your husband’s work party. Something about his firm celebrating their 50th year in business.

“Maybe I should’ve married you then,” you giggle. “It was fine, but all I could think about was gettin’ fucked in the bathroom. I tried to initiate a quickie before we left, but he wasn’t having it.” You sit up, ignoring the insistent throb of your clit and the need to get your vibrator out of your nightstand if not use your fingers.

“Plus I still have grading to do over the weekend before next weekend when graduation starts.” Your friend dramatically groans at the mention of your work.

“Girl, you’ve been busy since the beginning of the damn semester!” she scoffs.

“That’s the life of a professor,” you chuckle, taking your hair down and running a hand trough your curs/twists/locks/waves/braids. “And to make matters worse, I’m extremely horny.”

“That’s why I said come out and meet somebody!” your friend says. “But then again, maybe you don’t need that. You’ve still got Mr. Long Dick on speed dial, don’t you?” She giggles knowingly despite you cringing on the other end.

“Don’t even mention him,” you sharply warn her. “I told you before: what we had was just a fling and it should’ve never happened. That’s why I ended it. Plus, he’s my student!”

“Not for long!” she argues. “He graduates in a week, Y/N! And he’s a grown-ass man! He wouldn’t have agreed to fuck you if he couldn’t handle it.”

You squeeze your eyes to try and will away the thought of ‘Mr. Long Dick’ with his snow-white hair, alluring blue eyes, charming smile…and his long dick. His long, thick, perfect dick. And his sensuous, pink lips. And his tongue and fingers that he absolutely knows how to work.

Gojo Satoru. Straight A student, athlete, and renowned fuckboy. He has every girl and guy on campus going crazy for him. Yes, he is perfect. Yes, he is good in bed. But he is also too young, has community dick, and is one of your senior students.

You made the mistake of having a five-month long sexual relationship with him that you quickly ended last month before finals month. It first started when the chill of November came and your bedroom problems with your husband got bad to the point where he was sleeping at his brother’s place.

Gojo was always a flirt and made it clear to you that he had a thing for you—always complimenting your hair and outfits; holding the door for you and flashing you pretty smiles; always making excuses to stay after class or meet you in your office to discuss assignments.

You didn’t realize that he truly wanted you until he was in your office one day and happened across a photo of you and your twins together. “They’re beautiful,” he commented, smiling at them. Then he turned to you, his gaze soft and intimate. “Just like their mother.” You swear you’ve never been so wet before, your panties becoming soaked under your pencil skirt.

That was also the day you kissed him. Overcome with lust and desperation that your man wasn’t fulfilling, you stood up and planted one on him which he happily embraced. His kiss was electric and passionate, his hands soft and happily wandering your ass and hips. But you didn’t have sex in your office. Instead, you invited him over that night when your husband was at a work dinner and your kids were sleep.

There, in your marital bed, he fucked your brains out and made you realize how good young dick is…or maybe that’s just his. He made you cum three times before he left, keeping your panties in his back pocket when he did. For the next five months, you would see him behind your husband’s back.

You’d fuck him in your office. In his dorm room when his roommate was gone. In your house on your lunch hour while your husband was out and your kids were at school. In hotel rooms. In empty classrooms. It was the most alive you’ve felt in a minute…but despite how good it felt, it was also wrong, so you cut him off last month.

“No,” you sternly say. “Sure, Gojo was a good time, but it was inappropriate. Besides, who the fuck would I be fucking my own student? He probably would’ve started asking me to bump his grades up.”

Your friend, of course, goes to argue, but the bathroom door opens and you quickly jump up like your hand is in the cookie jar. “I’ll call you back,” you say and quickly hang up the phone. Your husband comes out in his robe, smelling of soap and cologne.

You watch him walk over to his closet and take out some fresh clothes. “Uh….where are you going?” You confusedly ask. He turns to you, putting on his shirt first. “Got a call from one of my working buddies,” he explains. “I forgot about this bar crawl my job is throwing just for my company. It’s the mandatory after-banquet after-party.”

You scowl at him, knowing he’s lying. “Mandatory?” You scoff. “There’s no such thing as a mandatory after-party. You just wanna go just to go.”

He shoots you a look as he drops his towel before putting on some boxers and jeans.

“Well, metaphorically, it is mandatory because of my position, just like the banquet was,” he argues. “And even if it isn’t literally mandatory, what’s the big deal?”

This is another thing you dislike about your husband: his inability to put aside his own wants. You do it all the time for him! “Well, I thought you were gonna stay here for a while so we could watch a movie or cuddle,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your bosom. ”Y’know…spend time together without the kids.”

You hope he’ll see how upset you are and reconsider. But he doesn’t. “Well…I’ve gotta get dressed, babe. Everyone is waiting for me.” And to add flame to the fire he’s already started, he scowls at you while buttoning his jeans. “And I just spent an hour here trying to make you cum!” he continues.

You gape at him, silently seething. So now it’s your fault. “Never mind,” you sigh. “Forget it. I’ll just grade these assignments.” Immediately, you shut down and scoot to the edge of the bed to dig into your nightstand for fresh panties.

Your husband realizes how bad he fucked up and quickly rushes to apologize. Like he always does, but never delivers. “Don’t be like that,” he huffs. “I’m sorry. I was gonna ask for you to come with me if you’d rather put the grading on the back burner tonight.”

He moves to sit next to you, shirtless and still damp from the shower. “Or I could stay here,” he continues. “You’re right—we should be spending more time together.” He puts an arm around you, willing you to look at him.

You do and instantly, you feel tired. Tired of doing this dance. You try to talk about your needs, you argue, you get angry, you fight, you stop talking, he apologizes, and then it starts again.

“No,” you say. “Go ahead and go. I’ll be here when you come back.” Your husband furrows his brows at you. “You sure?” he asks and you kiss him to silence him, cupping his face. “Yes, my sexy lawyer husband. Now go and tell your work buddies about how good I looked tonight.”

You share a laugh, another kiss, and all is forgiven (at least to your husband, it is). You watch him get dressed and begin to get a head start on grading, pulling out your laptop and glasses while still in your dress. By the time he is ready to go, you’ve already finished grading two papers.

Once he leaves, you regret it. Your horniness rears its ugly head once you are alone. Your pussy throbs insistently in your panties, desperate to be touched. You know that nothing you do for it is going to work, so you take a shower instead. You strip off your dress, jump into the cold water, and wash off tonight. You even squirt on some perfume to make yourself feel better.

But nothing works. While in the shower, all you think about is being held against the wall and railed by your Mr. Long Dick.

So you try other remedies to distract yourself with: a glass of wine; more grading; watching TV; calling your folks to check on the kids, reading a book, etc. But nothing. Fucking. Works. All you can think about is sex. Specifically sex with your FWB. Finally sick of your shit, you give in to your urges and toss your book aside before reaching for your phone.

You scroll down to your contacts until you get to “Tarou 💙” (the blue heart added by him). You couldn’t even bring yourself to delete his number, too emotionally tied to the dick to do so. You decided to keep him on call just in case. You’re so glad that you did now.

Taking a deep breath, you hit his contact and bring the phone to your ears. After three rings go by, he picks up. The first thing he does is chuckle, the silky, sexy voice making your stomach flutter. “Well, this is unexpected,” he chortles. “I thought you weren’t ever gonna call me again. You told me last time was the last time.”

You bite your bottom lip, your heart thundering in your chest. “Things change,” you impatiently reply. “I need you over here now. Are you busy?” You get right to it, not wanting to lose your nerve.

Gojo pauses for a moment, obviously surprised by your random call. “Uh…no,” he finally answers. “Just with Geto and Shoko, but they can watch the rest of this movie without me. I’m guessin’ he’s gone?”

You grip the phone to your ear, swallowing your shame. “You know he’s gone.”

Once again, Gojo pauses, weighing his options. “I’ll be over in ten,” he says and you sigh in relief. “Leave the door unlocked.”

You hang up and immediately begin to prepare for your dick appointment, leaving your phone on the bed. You replace your shirt with a sexy, satin slip and slather on some body butter to make your skin silky and soft. You put on lipgloss and spray on more perfume. You pour yourself a glass of wine to relax yourself. Then you venture downstairs to sit and wait with the door unlocked.

As time passes, you begin to feel sick with shame and second guessing. Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe you should call Gojo to go home.

But before you can get up to go back upstairs for your cell, you hear a knock on the door. Your blood pressure nearly shoots through the roof. “It’s me,” Gojo says through the door.

That makes your blood pressure even worse. “C-Coming,” you stammer. Slowly, you slink off of the couch and walk to the door. With a shaky hand, you grasp the doorknob and yank it open like you would yank off a band-aid.

And there he stands: six-foot something and looking sexy leaning against your doorway in a leather jacket, jeans, and white tee that is way too tight on his toned upper torso with a gold chain on his neck that you want to yank on and kiss him. He smiles at you, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “Hey, you,” he greets you. “I’ve missed you.”

You feel your stomach flutter at the sight of him, the sound of his voice, and his scent. He always smelled so expensive and sweet from the combo of his cologne and body wash. “I’ve missed you too.” The words come out naturally.

Gojo smirks, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Mmm, I bet,” he replies. At the sight of your frown, he laughs. “I’m kidding. Just wanted to see that sexy eye roll.”

“No jokes, please,” you sigh. “I feel worse even hittin’ you up again after I said I was done. Just come in before I change my mind about this.” You open the door further and let him come in before swiftly shutting the door. He walks into the empty living room, his hands in his pockets. He is quiet. Too quiet.

You don’t blame him for being awkward. It’s been a month since you’ve seen each other or talked. “How are the kids?” he finally asks. You nod, giving him a small, thankful smile for asking. “Good. They’re not here.”

He nods understandably though he didn’t ask. “Would you like a drink?” you ask, nodding at the bottle of wine sitting on your coffee table. “I’ve got juice, water…” He shakes his head, instead stripping off his jacket and placing it on his lap as he sits down.

He leans back against the couch, his long legs spread like the slut he is. “Come sit,” he says, patting the seat next to you. His inviting eyes and smile welcome you, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. So you sit down next to him, thigh to thigh, the slight touch making you scream inside.

Gojo wriggles his hands, obviously thinking to himself. “Sooo I don’t know if this question is allowed, but why did you call me over tonight?” He glances at you questionably and you flush with shame. “You know why,” you quietly retort. “You just wanna hear me say it.”

Your student smirks playfully at you. “Can you blame a guy?” he chuckles. “A gorgeous woman hittin’ me up late at night would be any young guy’s fantasy.” You passively shrug, not wanting to be any young guy’s fantasy except his…for tonight, at least. “I’m guessin’ things didn’t go well with the hubby? I thought that dress would’ve worked on him too.”

You look at him, confused, and he sheepishly shrugs. “I may have seen your pics on IG,” he chuckles. “Sorry for bein’ a stalker.”

Though you should be irritated by this, you’re not. Maybe it’s your arousal clouding your judgment, but you find this hot. “He…tries,” you sigh. “But he doesn’t listen and that’s the problem. You do.”

Gojo’s eyes flash with something familiar: passion. Something that has been seriously lacking in your sex life and missing in your husband’s eyes. You turn to your student and fuck buddy, holding his eyes with yours. “Listen to me very carefully,” you firmly say. “Just to be clear, this is just sex. I need something and I’m sure you do too, so we’re just giving it to each other. This isn’t a relationship and I’m not leaving my husband for you.”

Gojo’s brows rise at this statement. “I didn’t think you would’ve,” he chuckles. “Honestly, I can’t see myself playing daddy to your kids though they are adorable.”

“This is the last time,” you continue. “You graduate uni in two weeks which means we’ll never have to see each other again. You fuck me, help me get my nut, and then you leave. No cuddling, no calling, none of that. My husband cannot find out you were here.”

It is the same as it has always been, except this time is the last time. It has to be.

“Am I understood?” you ask lowly. The handsome, young man cocks his head to the side, searching your face for something. You try to keep your face as firm as possible, needing him to understand how serious you are.

Finally, he gives you one of those charming smiles that get your knees weak. “Absolutely, miss,” he purrs. Relief floods your body and you immediately reach for your glass to down the rest of your wine. “Good,” you exhale. You lower the glass down and then turn to him, beaming.

“Now fuck me,” you quietly demand.

You don’t have to tell him twice. Immediately, he wraps a hand around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. You eagerly accept it, even crawling into his lap which he happily accepts by hooking your thighs over his to straddle him. You wrap your arms around his neck like a koala bear and press yourself flush against him, your thighs open and your panties gliding against his fabric-covered cock that you feel is already hard.

Gojo has always been a good kisser. He has the softest, juiciest, pinkest lips you’ve ever kissed in your life. His kiss is slow and passionate yet sloppy. His tongue swirls with yours as you softly moan into each other’s mouths, appreciating the way you taste. His kiss is full of longing and yearning, his hands gripping your ass and thighs as they hike your slip over your hips.

You grind your pussy down into his hard-on, earning a moan of pleasure into your mouth. You pull away from him, staring down into his hooded eyes. “Upstairs,” you exhale. “Please.”

Quickly, Gojo wraps his arms around your waist and hikes you up against him before picking you up and carrying you upstairs to your bedroom. He knows the way like the back of his hand having been here many times before. When he walks in with you, he kicks the door shut with the back of the foot and walks over to the bed before tossing you down.

You giggle slightly as you bounce on the mattress right before he pounces onto you. He begins peppering your body in wet, soft kisses—your lips, your neck, your chest. You run your hands through his soft, white locks of hair, moaning and arching your back at his touch. “I still can’t believe you wanted to see me again,” he murmurs. “I swore you never wanted to talk to me again.”

You sit up and watch him slide down to his knees in front of you, peeling your slip up to reveal your naked breasts and panties. “That’s because you started talkin’ ‘bout me leaving my husband for you,” you breathlessly retort.

Your slip comes up and over your arms, discarded onto the floor. His blue eyes tick up to meet yours as he kisses your stomach, a brow raised. “Correction, miss,” he chuckles. “I said to date me. I never said you had to leave your husband. I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”

His hands reach up to grope your tits, gently molding and massaging them. As he does this, his teeth lightly nibble at your thighs while attempting to drag your panties down your legs. You moan at the feeling of his fingers pinching your nipples, the sensations making your back arch off of the bed. “Gojo, fuck,” you exhale.

He finally gets your panties off and drags them down your feet one after the other before giving you a cocky grin, your drawls hanging between his teeth. He then lets them fall and pushes your thighs open, biting his lip at the sight of your sobbing, wet cunt, so puffy and pretty for him.

“C’mon now, baby,” he whispers. “Why would I ask you to break up such a lovely marriage for me? Is my dick that good?” He leans in, pressing teasing kisses to your pussy lips and clit that cause sparks of pleasure to explode in your body, coursing through your muscles. “You really wouldn’t stay with your man and just date me?”

He looks up at you between your thighs, his long, white lashes fanning his cheeks. Suddenly, his tongue slithers out of his mouth to toy with your clit and all coherent thoughts and words are stolen from you. “N-N…Oh, fuck yes,” you moan, tilting your head back in ecstasy.

He chuckles, his hot breath making your cunt throb. “Guess I‘ll have to convince you a little more.” He suddenly sits up and yanks on your ankles, pulling you closer to him. “After all, it’s been a month since we’ve been together. We’ll have to make up for lost time.”

“God, Satoru!” You whine. “Just shut the fuck up and use your mouth on this pussy instead.”

He stares at you, shocked by your outburst, and then begins to laugh. “Someone’s eager,” he chuckles. “I like my women eager.” He stares back down at your pussy, tutting at the beautiful, brown rose petals of yours. “Aw, look at my girl,” he coos. “So wet…so lonely. Your hubby ain’t take his time with you tonight, huh?”

He leans in and begins finally tasting you, though his tongue strokes are slow and deliberate to tease you. Make you insane. You can feel yourself quickly becoming impatient, your body squirming for more. “Satoru,” you whimper.

He instantly stops and you realize your mistake when his sapphire eyes pierce into yours, as firm as his tone: “Sorry, who?” He asks, narrowing his brows at you.

You swallow hard, that forbidden name you only call him at the tip of your tongue. “Daddy,” you whisper. “Please just give it to me.”

A pleased smile stretches across Gojo’s lips and he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “Gladly.”

And the man damn near dives into your pussy, slurping at your juices and sucking on your clit with his pillowy-soft lips. He alternates between swirling his tongue around your entrance while swiping his nose against your clit and sucking on your sensitive, little button, his hands pinning your thighs apart as far as they will go. You are losing it, your voice box turned on autopilot so your mouth makes whatever noises it feels like.

“God, yes, yes, yes!” You moan. “Right there, ‘Tarou, fuck, right there!” His hot tongue, tinged with cool metal from his tongue piercing, swirls about over your slit and pussy lips, making a mess of your pussy.

“Right there?” He teasingly asks. “Not right here, baby?” You then feel his finger gently probing you, slowly slipping inside of you and aimed upward to rub against the underside of your clit. “Ain’t you weak here?” He chuckles, his tongue still working its magic on your clit.

Your eyes roll back like you’re possessed as your thigh clamp around his head, desperate to keep him where he is. “Fuck,” you whine. “How the fuck are you so good at this?”

Gojo chuckles, feeling cocky and proud at his work. “Only for a needy pussy like this,” he hums. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this pussy.” He pauses to spit on your cunt, letting it drip with a copious amount of saliva before slurping it back up. “Obviously, she’s missed me too,” he chuckles. “Look how wet she is for me.”

He spits on you again, this time letting it drip down to your ass. You feel his tongue there, the hot, wet sensation making you gasp as his tongue travels from your asshole up to your pussy. “Satoru,” you whine. “Don’t be so nasty.”

His eyes twinkle at you, ever the mischievous man he is. “But you love me at my nasty, baby,” he pouts, his bottom lip poking out. “Don’t you?”

And then he shows you that yes, you do. You really fucking do. When he moves his hands under your ass to hold you up and eats your pussy like he would a bowl of spaghetti, you nearly lose your shit. You grip the sheets and shamelessly grind your hips against his mouth, riding his face as he finger fucks you and eats you out.

This is it. This is what you’ve been missing with your husband. This is what you needed. He listens to your words and your body, paying close attention to how you respond to his movements. He keeps gliding his finger in and out of you while he sucks your clit, quickly bringing you to your peak. Shit!” You gasp loudly. “Satoru, baby, you’re gonna make me cum!”

He pulls away from your clit only to command you to do so. “Do it,” he growls. “Give it to me, baby girl. Give me that fuckin’ cum.” His eyes lock with yours and you are suddenly put in a trance as you stare into his ocean blue gaze. “Let go for me,” he purrs, his words just as hypnotizing as his eyes. “I’ve got you now.”

And like a puppet on a string, you do as he commands. With a loud scream-like moan that echoes throughout the bedroom and would no doubt wake your kids if they were here, you cum all over Gojo’s mouth, squirting down his throat and on his pierced tongue. He greedily slurps it all up, teasing your sensitive pussy until he can feel it throb in your mouth, pleading with him to stop.

But he doesn’t. He makes it a point to continue to eat you out even through your orgasm, making it last longer than it should. Your back arches so hard that you’re afraid that it will snap. Your vision blurs, fat tears sticking to your lash line. Your words become slurred and jumbled as you beg Gojo stop: “S-Satoru,” you whimper. “Please…oh, fuck, please! S-Stop! I-I can’t…oh, I can’t…it’s too m-much.”

Fortunately for you, he finally stops and stands between your thighs, his chin and mouth glistening with your cum. He gently takes his finger out of you and sucks on it, staring into your eyes as he does. “Betcha man can’t make you cum like that, can he?” He breathlessly chuckles. He then raises his brow at you, a smirk on his lips. “You’re sure this can’t work between us?”

You ignore him, suddenly feral at the sight of seeing your juices glistening on his lips. Immediately, you sit up and cup his face between your hands before mashing your lips passionately with his, tasting yourself. You taste so good coming off of him.

Then you pull away and stare into Gojo’s twinkling, pussy drunk eyes. “Shut up and take off your clothes,” you growl. “Stand at the edge of the bed.” Once again, he doesn’t need you to tell him again.

With quick fingers, Gojo strips off his shirt, leaving his toned body up for your full indulgence while he works on his pants. The sound of his belt buckle loosening and his zipper coming down excites you, making your stomach and pussy flutter in tandem. A small, excited smile crosses your lips as you watch him strip, his arms, stomach, and pecs making your cunt clench around air.

After his socks and shoes are off and on the floor, off goes his underwear. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, he peels down his briefs and his long, thick cock slaps against his stomach. He is already dripping with precum for you, the pink head glistening with it.

Immediately, you crawl to him on your knees and wrap one hand around the base, noticing how much prettier your nails look wrapped around him. “Look at you, so hard for me,” you purr. “I’ve missed this pretty cock so much.” You begin to stroke him, pumping him up and down while using your other hand to gently massage his balls.

Gojo instantly reacts to your touch and furrows his brows in pleasure. “Ah, shit,” he hisses. “M’sensitive, baby.” You continue to touch him, pulling delicious whimpers and low moans out of you. You smile, feeling powerful and oh-so sexy. “Perfect.”

That’s another thing you love about Gojo: he isn’t afraid to let you take control. He is a big time switch—sometimes taking control of you, but also letting you take the reins and submitting to you. You can’t get enough of it. The power you feel making this beautiful man writhe and beg for you to make him cum is like a drug to you. Your husband would never even imagine doing this for you.

That’s why you give Gojo the best blowjob of his fucking life as a thank you. It is sloppy, passionate, and absolutely amazing judging by his facial expressions and the sounds he makes. He watches you suck and slobber eagerly on his cock while your hands pumps him up and down through slitted eyes, the sight almost too much for him. His moans are almost high-pitched and slutty, the sounds doing so many delicious things to you.

“Mmm, shit, Y/N, that’s good,” he groans. “Let me fuck your mouth already, c’mon.” His hands clench at his sides, desperate to grab your head and force his dick deeper down your throat. You pull away, narrowing your eyes at him. “Um…who?” You sharply ask.

He gnaws on his bottom lip, a blush on his cheeks. “M-Mommy,” he murmurs. “Please let me fuck your throat. I wanna be such a good boy for you.” Those are the magic words. The embarrassing words that your husband wouldn't even think of uttering.

You smile, pleased. “Okay,” you giggle. “Just don’t cum. Save all of that for me.” He nods, a delighted twinkle in his eyes. “Yes, miss.” You then take him back into your mouth and allow him to wrap a hand around your hair before he begins thrusting his hips and fucking your mouth.

With each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper, his cock quickly filling up your throat. You accommodate to his girth and length by opening your throat up more, breathing through your nostrils as Gojo pumps away, using your mouth like he would a pocket pussy. You hold his hips and drag your nails down his toned thighs and stomach, indulging in his muscles.

The sounds coming from Gojo’s gorgeous, pink mouth are sluttier than you’ve ever heard them. He is loud and unashamed, his face screwed in pleasure and his white locks of hair sticking to his forehead. “Fuck, Mommy, m’gonna cum!” He gasps. “Have to…pull out!” Quickly, he does so, leaving you to breathe.

As he pulls away, a string of saliva connects from his cock head to your bottom lip that is coated in spit and pre cum. He begins to slowly stroke his cock, heavy and glistening in his hand, as you wiping your mouth and lick it off your hands. “Mmm, good boy,” you praise him. “You didn’t cum for me at all, but you did leave me a preview.”

Gojo is losing his self control, his hand quickly speeding up on his shaft. “Tell me what you want,” he begs. “Please or I’m about to fuckin’ bust.” You could easily watch him blow his load for you and get off just from that, but no. You want more. If this is the last time, you want to go out with a bang.

You sit up and place your hands on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Lay back and let me fuck you,” you whisper, taking a nibble of his ear. “I wanna ride you.”

As quick as a flash, Gojo jumps onto the bed and leans back, quickly getting into position. He spreads his thighs for you and aims his cock upward, right where you want it. Once you straddle him, he lets you take the reins while he holds onto your hips for balance. “Easy now, mama,” he coos. “Take it slow. You look so beautiful up there.”

You smile, his compliment making you feel warm all over. He never fails to make you feel gorgeous despite your body after your kids and your older age. You take a hold of his dick and begin to grind against it first, nudging it up against your pussy and between your slit.

Looking into his eyes, you slowly press the tip to your entrance and slide him in, emitting a gasp from the both of you. You don’t stop there. You do more, taking it inch by inch, grinding against him as you do. “God, Satoru,” you moan. “You’re so…so—“

”Big?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “Thick? I know that’s how you like it, baby. Just take it slow. After all, this is the last time.” He holds your hips and stares up at you, locking your eyes with his. “Do what you want with me. I’m all yours, Mommy.”

And you do. You brace your hands on his chest and squeeze his pecs as you begin to slowly ride him, alternating between grinding and bouncing on top of him. You can’t describe the feeling you feel as you feel his cock plunge in and out of your body, disappearing and reappearing from between your thighs. “God, Tarou, yes!” You moan. “You’re so fucking good!”

Gojo watches you, ogling your jiggling tits and pretty face blissed out above him. You look down at him, watching him struggle to take you. You giggle, cupping his face in your hands. “Does it feel good, ‘Tarou?” You cooingly ask. “Is this pussy too much for you?” You roll your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit as you do.

The sight is too perfect for Gojo and he bites his lip, holding himself back from cumming right there. “Fuck, b-baby,” he moans. “You’re makin’ this so hard for me. Tryna…hold back…fuck!” He grips your hips tighter as you continue to ride him, quickening your pace.

It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to rise, making you ride Gojo’s cock like it’s stolen. “I’m gonna cum again,” you warn him through a gasp. “Want you to cum with me, ‘Tarou. Fill me up.”

Though Gojo is a moaning, whimpering mess underneath you from how good and tight your pussy is, he doesn’t cum. Instead, he grabs your ass the way you like and fucks you back, hitting that spot you love again and again. “Cum for me, Mommy,” he begs. “Please, please, please cum for me. Cum all over that cock.”

He begins to babble—“Please, pretty girl, gimme that cum, fuuuck, please, please”—and his words, soft pants, and moans tip you over the edge. You become aggressive, rolling your hips forward and back, Gojo’s hand now on your clit and working it until you finally cum. “Fuck, ‘Tarou, yes!” You whine as you finally reach your second orgasm, making his cock wet and sticky with your cum.

Your mind goes blissfully blank for a few seconds as your second nut courses through you, making you sink your nails into Gojo’s pectorals and slow your riding as you ride out your orgasm. When you look down at him, he stares up at you almost lovingly, his cock still hard inside of you. “You…didn’t…cum,” you gasp out.

He shakes his head, smiling. “No,” he states. “‘Cause I wanted to watch you first. I wanna finally cum inside you when I’m fucking you stupid…with your permission, of course.” His eyes flash with a fire that you know that only you can put out. You feel that same fire blaze within you.

Your need to be held down and fucked takes over, making you willing to take whatever Gojo gives you. You hold his gaze with yours, gently rolling your hips to persuade him further. “Then do it,” you demand. “Take me, put me however you want me, and fuck me, Satoru. I want you to take control this time.”

Those ocean blues darken and a devious, sexy smirk crosses his lips. “Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles and before you know it, you’re being flipped onto your stomach. Gojo slides off of the bed behind you and grips your ankles, yanking you all of the way to the beside toward him. You squeak and giggle as he does, loving his strength and how unafraid he is to be rough.

You immediately assume the position: hands and knees, your back arched and ass in his face. “So,” he says, his voice dipping an octave, “you want me to take control now, hm?”

Smack! His hand comes down onto your asscheek, making it jiggle. The sharp sensation makes you gasp, your toes curling at the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. “Such a nasty girl,” he sighs. “Gettin’ wet over one little spanking. You really are touch-starved, poor baby.” His hand slides down to massage your ass while his cock slides up against the puffy, wet lips of your pussy. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, his lips at your ear. “I’ll help you. Just do everything I say, okay, mama?”

Feeling his breath fan across your face and his cock slide against your slit makes you want to do anything he wants. And you will. You turn to him, staring at him over your shoulder the way he loves. “Yes, Daddy,” you whimper. “I will.”

That’s all Gojo needs to hear. After planting a kiss on your lips and another smack on your ass, he positions his cock and in one swift motion, slides back home inside of you. “Oh, fuck,” he moans while you let out a gasp, gripping the sheets below you. He doesn’t start off slow either. Instead, he gets right to it, pistoning his hips against your soft, jiggling ass with full intention of making you cum again.

“Fuck, ‘Tarou, sh-shit!” You moan, your knees and arms quickly becoming weak with the force of his thrusts. “Daddy, wait! D-Don’t…oh, fuck!…don’t go so fast! Ohh, my God!”

Gojo cackles at your pathetic stammering and babbling in between your moans and gasps as he drives himself into you again and again, gripping your hips so tight that his fingers dig into the fleshy parts of your ass. “Why?” He puffs. “I’m tryin’ to make you cum. And after all, we don’t know when your man will be home.”

He pauses mid-stroke to hike his leg up on the bed and continues to drive his cock into you, making your jaw fall slack at the deep angle. Every time he thrusts, his balls slap against your clit, filling your body with absolute pleasure. His hand swoops around your neck and squeezes, tight enough to make you feel restricted but not enough to cut off your breath.

“Or do you want him to come in and see you like this?” He teasingly asks. “You want your hubby to see you get this pussy stuffed by your side dick?” He tilts your head up by your neck, emitting a choked moan from you.

“I betcha do,” he giggles. “I bet you want to get caught with your boy toy…show your dude how a real man fucks a woman.”

Your eyes shut and you see your husband walking in under your lids. His expression is written in shock and horror as he watches Gojo pound into you, his wife, from behind, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. You hate to admit it, but the idea of that makes you even wetter.

Gojo continues with that breakneck, agonizing pace, alternating between fast, short pumps and long, slow strokes that make you see stars. His other hand leaves your hip to rub your clit while he continues to choke you, moaning about how pretty you look for him getting railed by his cock.

You feel your third orgasm rising, your pussy tightening around his dick while that knot in your core begins to tighten as well, signaling your end. “Yes, ‘Tarou!” You cry out. “Fuck, m’almost there! I’m almost—“

Your words are cut off when Gojo suddenly stops, putting an end to the symphony of moans and skin slapping against skin. You look over your shoulder at him, confused. “W-Why’d you stop?” You pant. The white-haired hottie smirks at you. “Because I wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he answers.

He then flips you over onto your back and slides between your thighs, standing between them. Without waiting for you to give him permission, he slides into you again and tosses your leg up, your painted toes pressed against his hard chest. His thrusts now are slow, long, and deep, his cock stroking your pussy walls and making you arch your back.

Your mouth falls open, soft moans and gasps leaving your lips that Gojo relishes. He can’t believe how good you look taking him, your soft titties bouncing and your pussy sliding up and down his dick. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he pants. “Your man is so fuckin’ lucky to have you all the fuckin’ time. What the fuck is wrong with him?”

You think he’s pretty too. His face is flushed and glinting in sweat, his white locks sticking to his forehead. His eyes are dazed with lust and pleasure as he stares down at you taking his cock so well, his brows furrowed as if he’s in pain. You’ve never seen him look prettier than now, completely pussy drunk off of you.

“Fuck me, ‘Toru,” you beg, tossing your arms over your head to grip the sheets. “Fuck me and make us both cum. Do it like you won’t do it ever again.”

Gojo shifts into another mode immediately. It’s like your plea has pushed some button inside of him that makes him shift into a setting where he is merciless, pounding into you with every intention of either A. Making you cum or B. Breeding you with his baby. Or both.

You bounce and jiggle on the bed as he fucks you silly, making the bed creak and moan underneath you. He looks so good on top of you, his white locks hanging in his face, his blue eyes dark and blown with lust. “Really though,” he growls. “What the fuck is wrong with your man to not fuck you like this every night, hm? Why does he neglect such a perfect slut like you?”

He pauses to turn you on your side, hooking your knees to your chest before grabbing your ass and drilling your shit from the side. You are a hot mess—moaning, gasping, crying out for more, your hair unkempt, your skin coated in sweat, and your thighs dripping with your juices and Gojo’s pre-cum, making your pussy a lot sloppier than before and easier for him to fuck as much as he wants to.

“But that don’t better,” he continues. “Because I’m your man now. I’ll fuck you like this any time, any day you want, baby.”

He gives your ass another smack as he continues to fuck you. “You know you want this,” he says, a smirk on his face. “You know that I’m the one for you, Y/N. You know you want me…you’d even want my baby.”

Your loud moaning pauses as his words process. You look up at him, not sure if he’s playing or not. “W-What?” You gasp.

Ding!

You turn your head to look at your phone sitting beside you. You stretch one arm across the bed to grab it, but Gojo beats you to it. While still stroking your shit, he reads the notification and his brows raise. “Huh,” he says. “Looks like your baby daddy is home. He just pulled in.”

“What?!” You shriek, your words breathless and broken as your fuck buddy continues to put you into th mattress like your husband isn’t home. “Gojo, he’s back! H-He’s in the driveway!” You try to push him off, but he pins you down, tossing your phone aside. He goes faster, harder, using your pussy like he would a fleshlight.

He has never gone this hard or this fast before, gripping your ass and hips so tightly that you’re sure he’ll leave bruises. ”What are you doing?” You attempt to ask.

“Don’t move,” he demands. “I need you to cum with me first.” He leans down to press his face into your ear, rutting into you like a wild animal. You grip his back and shoulders for dear life, holding on tightly and moaning into his ear while you sneak a hand between your thighs to furiously rub your clit. “God, ‘Toru, yes!” You moan. “Fuck, right there, ah!”

“You’re mine,” Gojo pants into your ear. “You’re all fuckin’ mine, you understand me?”

Even in the haze of pleasure and above your mingled moans, you can hear the sound of your husband’s car door opening outside and him chatting with the neighbor. Fear bursts inside of your stomach, somehow making your pussy clam tighter around a feral Gojo. “Satoru, please!” You beg. “He’s coming!”

“So am I,” he groans. “But not until you do. Tell me what I wanna hear and I’ll make you cum, pretty girl. Look into my eyes and tell me you wanna be mine.” He leans up to stare down at you, his blue eyes transfixing and hypnotizing you as his giant hands knead your tits and ass.

You stare at him in horror. You want to cum, yes, but to do that, you’d have to tell him everything he wants to hear. Therefore, ruining your marriage and your vows…but then again, you already did that. “N-No!” You shout, delirious.

Gojo frowns and immediately slows down, his thrusts shallow and slow. “No, you don’t wanna cum?” He asks. That devious tinkle in his eye is there as he continues to slowly fuck you, teasing you.

A choked hiccup leaves your mouth, tears wetting your eyes. You can’t take this. This is torture. So you swallow your pride and let yourself break: “Goddammit!” You sob. “I want you, ‘Tarou! I wanna be yours! I’ll be your baby, your slut, your girl! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! Just make me cum!”

A wide, gigawatt smile crosses Gojo’s handsome face. “Good girl,” he chuckles. “Now give me that fuckin’ pussy.” He grips you and speeds up his thrusts, putting his whole back into it, his cock drilling your wet cunt over and over and over again until…

”Cumming!” You whimper. “I-I’m gonna cum!” Gojo’s lips part as he pants and groans at the feeling of you squeezing around him. He leans down, wrapping a hand around your throat. “Kiss me,” he demands. Without waiting for you to do so, he leans in and captures your lips in a sloppy, moan-filled, open-mouthed kiss.

Instantly, you are creaming all over his cock, his kiss swallowing your moans and gasps of release as your body tenses and writhes in his arms. With a few more thrusts and a high-pitched moan, Gojo empties himself into you, a stream of cum leaving his heavy balls and entering you hot, wet pussy, making you quiver and tremble against him. The orgasm is tense and dizzying, stealing your sense of self for a moment.

You then hear your husband’s footsteps click against the brick walkway outside to the front door. Suddenly, you are brought back to reality and to the man you just let fuck you raw that isn’t your husband, but your student.

You don’t get a chance to say anything though because Gojo gently slides his cock out of you. You look down, realizing that he’s still hard. He wraps a hand around himself and begins to vigorously pump his cock in your face, his hand turning into a flash with how fast he’s going. “Not yet,” he growls. “Gimme that pretty face. I want my nut all over that gorgeous mug.”

You don’t say a word and you don’t even move. You can’t. Your body is too exhausted to do so that you just lay there, helplessly watching Gojo jerk himself off in front of you, his pretty face screwed in pleasure and his lips pressed together in concentration. “Thaaat’s it,” he hisses. “That’s my good girl.”

And with a low groan, Gojo gives you a second orgasm, sending ropes of his cum all over your face and mouth. Your lips part in shock, causing some droplets to get onto your tongue. Some also fly onto your stomach, tits, and ass, coating your skin in cum. His cum. You can smell him all over you, marking you as his.

Gojo sighs in relief, his muscles loosening and a light chuckle leaving his lips. He releases his cock, soft and coated in your mixed cum, and tilts his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Now that was a nut,” he whistles. You don’t say anything, still too exhausted to do so.

Jingle-jingle.

You hear your husband’s car keys and then the lock on the door clicking open. You gasp, immediately sitting up and looking at the closed bedroom door. Both you and Gojo look at each other, panicked. “Shit,” you say in unison.

“Honey, I’m home!” Your husband shouts. “I bought you back something!” Like fire has been lit under your ass, you jump off of the bed while Gojo grabs his clothes, hurrying to put them on. “U-Uh, wait, baby!” You shout. “I-I need to get dressed!”

You yank your slip off of the floor and toss it in the hamper beside your closet, unseen and unheard of. You turn to Gojo hurrying to get dressed, quickly pulling his shirt over his head. “Hide under the bed,” you whisper. “I’ll distract him and then you leave.”

Gojo nods and Quickly, you dress into a T-shirt and some gym shorts, checking to make sure all traces of sex are gone, including the nut on your face (thank God you keep baby wipes in your night drawer). You even take your laptop and glasses back out to make it seem as if you were working this entire time. Once everything looks okay, you fix your hair and walk to the bedroom door to greet your husband.

But with your back turned, Gojo makes no move to actually get under the bed.

Too late to realize this, you open the door and smile up at your husband back from a night out. “Hi, honey,” you sweetly say. “How was the party?”

He gives you a smile and takes something from behind his back: a bouquet of colorful, sweet-smelling flowers. “I bought you these,” he says. “I wanted to apologize for…Gojo?”

His eyes trail behind you to meet the young man standing behind you. You turn, horrified to find your fuck buddy still standing there but fortunately dressed. “Hey there, sir!” He politely greets your husband like he didn’t just fuck his wife stupid in their marital bed. “Sorry to show up like this. I had to drop off a last-minute assignment to Ms. L/N and she invited me over with no problem.”

He walks over to shake your husband’s hand like his wasn’t just spanking your ass or wrapped around your throat. “Oh,” your husband says. “Well, I hope everything is worked out now.” He returns Gojo’s handshake. “Oh, it is!” He answers. “Isn’t it, Ms. L/N?”

You feel his hand sneak behind you to grab a handful of your ass. You bite back a squeak, instead forcing a smile. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “Everything’s fine now.”

Your husband doesn’t look the least bit suspicious which makes things worse. “Well, good!” He says with a smile. Gojo drops his hand from your asscheeks and gives you both a smile. “I’ll be taking my leave now,” he announces. “Thanks again for your help, Professor. I really appreciate it.”

Unbeknownst to your hubby, he shoots you a wink and walks past you to exit the room. You can feel the walls that had begun to close in on you begin to widen a bit, making you feel like you can breathe again, until—

“Oh, Gojo!” Your husband says, stopping the young man in the hallway. “You can look for me at the graduation ceremony. I look forward to seeing you at the firm.”

You blink at him, confused. “Firm?” You cluelessly ask. “What firm?” Your husband and Gojo stare at you, making you flush. “Oh, he didn’t tell you?” He questions. Gojo gives him a smile and a playful laugh. “I was gonna let her know at the ceremony.”

“Gojo recently got a full-time job at my firm and he’ll be working in my department!” Your husband joyfully states, passing you the flowers. “He starts next month in June with the training. He is quite an intelligent young man, so we intend on keeping him.” He shoots Gojo a proud smile, but your student is too busy smiling at you.

This smile isn't’ at all nice though. It is devilish, almost as if the devil has jumped into Gojo’s bones. “That means you’ll be seein’ an awful lot of me around,” he deviously says. “I’ll see you soon, miss.”

And as he turns to leave, you see in his back pocket your soiled panties.

You watch him go, standing there with your husband's flowers and your student’s cum still dripping down your thighs. ‘Oh, no,’ you lament to yourself. ‘What have I done?’

“Uh, sweetie?” Your husband’s voice drifts to your ears, sounding almost far away. “Why is the bed all wet? Did you take a shower?”

So much for ‘the last time’.

THE END.

[wasawattpadkid]

Call Me Dewey

Summary: Dewey's coworker set him up on a blind date with no other than you.

Pairing: Dewey Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: insane amounts of fluff

Dewey was sweating at the idea of leaving the house. "How do I look?" Tatum rolled her eyes standing up. "You look like a narc. Come here." She unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt making him look just a little less uptight. "Do I smell okay?" He lifted his arm making sure his deodorant did its job. "Ew. I don't understand why you're doing this." Tatum crinkled her nose secretly praying Dewey didn't get his heart broken. When he told her the news she was ready for it to be a prank. Something they could laugh about at work the next day. "I don't get it either." He picked the flowers he bought you up before he hit the door. "Make sure to tell her if she hurts you I'm coming for her." Tatum was dead serious and it made Dewey smile. "Will do."

He drove his mom's car because Tatum told him his jeep was "total chick repellent." Dewey checked his reflection in the mirror running over the usual lines for a first date. "What do you do for work?" He said the sentence several times making sure to get it right. You watched the man you're supposed to go out with talk to himself in his car. Gently you knocked on the window. Dewey looked at you screaming in fright. You jolted back with a scream of your own not ready for anything that just occurred. "Oh my gosh!" He said as he opened the door.

"I didn't mean to scare you." You spoke as he wiped his sweaty hands off on his pants. "No I yelled first. Heh..." He awkwardly laughed. You really had a thing for the shy ones. "You look handsome." You complimented him finding it refreshing there was still men who put effort into dates. "You do too. Oh- well you look pretty, very beautiful." He stumbled over his words trying to fix his mistake. You placed a hand on his arm calming him down. "Thank you. Are you ready to get going?" He smiled appreciating your kind nature. Just then he remembered the flowers in his car. "Oh wait!" He spun around pulling the small bouquet from the front seat. "Those are for me?" It was a rhetorical question. "Of course. Who else would they be for?"

Dewey watched your smile get bigger hearing his words. "I'm going to put these in some water and I'll be right back!" You ran back to into your house mentally cursing yourself for not dressing up more. He was attractive. The ironed button up he wore did nothing but favors for him. "Fuck he's cute." You mumbled as you placed the flowers in the tall glass you found in the cabinet. You check your reflection again before heading back outside. Dewey stood outside the car waiting to open the door for you. You bit your lip trying to quickly raise your standards. The man you just met couldn't win you over by just opening the door.

"Thank you." He grinned. "It's no problem." Dewey got into the car starting up the engine. "Do you like Mexican food? There's a neat little restaurant right in town." You picked at your fingernails nervous about how this could go. "Sounds great to me." There was an uncomfortable silence as he drove towards town. "Ryan told me your name is Y/n. I want to make sure I'm saying it right." You saw the slight tremble in his hands wrapped around the steering wheel. "Yeah that's right. It's Dewey right?" The man driving seemed to get embarrassed by the mention of his name. "It's actually Dwight, everyone at the station calls me Dewey. It's a nickname."

"What would you like me to call you?" Dewey tried to hide his smile. No one had ever asked him what he preferred to be called. Even when he corrected someone they still called him Dewey. "Well my friends call me Dewey." It wasn't really an answer to your question. "Okay, when we become friends I'll call you Dewey. Until then it's Dwight." The grown man nodded. "I like that." You both talked back and forth having the usual boring small talk. "What do you do for work?" "How long have you done that?" It was played out but you supposed it was a necessary question.

"Wait I'll get your door for you." Dewey said once he parked the car. He quickly walked around the car holding his hand out for you to grab. "Thank you." You said again walking into the restaurant. The two of you sat down immediately picking up where you left off. "You actually got a cat down from a tree?" You giggled making him laugh as well. "It was a slow day and the poor guy was bound to freeze." The image of Dewey trying to pull a cat from a tree was sure to last awhile. "That was very heroic of you." The waiter came up taking your drink orders before quickly leaving. "I like to think so." Dewey changed the subject towards you. "Do you have any pets?" As you answered Dewey listened to every word. Mentally taking note just so he wouldn't forget later on.

An hour passed like it was minutes. "You're lying!" Dewey held up his fingers. "Scouts honor." Your date talked about work drama and family stories. He seemed to have a story about everything. You both shared childhood memories and little facts about yourselves. Dewey worried when you first got to the restaurant. He didn't date in fact this was the first date he's ever been on. The way Tatum talked she figured it wasn't going to go well. She was always the more realistic person when it came to life. Dewey liked to see the better of people giving everyone their fair chance.

The waiter walked by dropping off the check. Immediately Dewey grabbed the little paper. "How much was mine? I've got cash on me." You always offered to pay for your food. Some men in your dating history had this idea in their head that if they paid for your food you owed them something in return. You happened to know you were worth more than a 15 dollar meal. "I'll take care of it." He smiled at you thinking it was sweet you even offered. "How much was it?" Dewey shook his head at you. "Don't worry about it." It was a kind gesture. Maybe gentleman still existed?

Once the bill was paid Dewey walked you back to his car holding your hand. You felt like a teenager again with butterflies in your stomach. He held the door letting you slip into your seat. You might actually like him. The car started as he rubbed his hand together. "You'll have to help me get back to your place since it's dark." He put the car in reverse pulling out of the parking lot. "Sure." The conversation never stopped. You talked about your favorite shows and movies while he told you about whatever he caught on TV the night previous. The view of your house down the road actually upset you. You wanted to continue talking to him.

"It's right there on the end." You pointed as he pulled up the the residence. "Don't worry about opening my door." You reassured him but he argued. "I'll get your door. My mom would kill me if she found out I didn't hold the door for a pretty lady." Dewey stepped out leaving you to quietly kick your feet. "Y/n." He spoke helping you out of the car. "I had a wonderful time with you tonight." Dewey once again grew nervous fearful of rejection. "I had a good time too. Do you think we could do it again next week?" You stole the words from his mouth. "Really? I mean- yes!" You laughed at his excitement as he walked you to your door. "Are you in the phone book?" He asked hoping you didn't need to write your number down. Dewey hadn't planned to get this far he didn't bring a paper or a pen. "Yep I'm under L/n."

"I'll give you a call tomorrow if that's alright?" Dewey thought about calling you when he got home but he didn't want to seem to clingy. "I look forward to it." He smiled that boyish smile you'd started to grow fond of. "Have a good night Y/n." He said as he started to walk back to his car. "Goodnight Dwight." The man turned around smiling as he spoke. "Call me Dewey."

[pisscrossiant]

PART THREE OF MY DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS HEADCANONS BECAUSE IT'S MY CURRENT HYPERFIXATION

The last part was super long I'm sorry for that 😭 I'll try to keep this one a bit shorter

Tw// NSFW themes, mention of s*icide (warning before hand)

Alistair has accidentally called Wynne mom on multiple different occasions, he gets embarrassed when it happens but Wynne doesn't mind at all.

To the younger party members Wynne is like a mother figure, especially since most of their mom's either died or are just shitty.

Morrigan doesn't want to admit it but she wishes Wynne had raised her rather than Flemeth. She loves her Mother but she knows her mother doesn't love her, even though she doesn't get along well with Wynne a part of her wishes Wynne had been in place of Flemeth.

Leliana can sew pretty well, she'll sew blankets for the party members with fabric they choose. She'll patch their shirts up too but Wynne does that a lot more then she does.

Morrigan's favorite party member (besides the Warden) is Leliana, Leliana and her get along very well.

Oghren has tried to fight Zevran multiple times, ESPECIALLY if Zev is in a relationship with the warden. He'll be like "You're dating my favorite person?? Meet me outside." And he'll forget that they're together then he sees them making out in camp then tries to fight him again.

Oghren likes making fun of Alistair for being a virgin.

Leliana and Morrigan have gotten drunk and explored each other's bodies before

Tw// s*icide mentioned

Leliana calls Morrigan hot non chalantly

Alistair has attempted before. (I hope you get that reference but honestly I feel like he has)

Okay so to elaborate, Alistair, after Ostagar had felt as if he abandoned his father figure, and didn't deserve to live if Duncan died. The Warden found him as he was about to and stopped him, he's been greatful to them ever since.

//s*icide mention OVER

Morrigan constantly asks Mahariel what being Dalish was like, she is deeply interested in elven lore, everything she knows about ancient elves, and the Dalish she learned from Mahariel.

Leliana watches people sleep

Morrigan and Alistair helped Mahariel bury Tamlen after the incident at camp. (Still not over him I was so attached to him 🥲)

If Ruck is kept alive, when the Warden goes into the deep roads they go to visit him and they'll give him jewels and presents.

Mentioning Ruck, after they tell Filda he's dead, and she gives the Warden his father's shield, they give him the shield when they visit him next.

Alistair used to cook all the time but he gave the party food poisoning and after that he's not allowed to make the food.

Wynne, Leliana, Zevran and sometimes Morrigan make the food now.

Alistair gets very protective of the warden, even without romancing him, he's very protective of them in almost a brotherly way.

Morrigan likes to turn into a spider to scare Alistair

Zevran is a very light sleeper, up until he trusts the party enough that he sleeps like he's dead because he knows they'll protect him if shit hits the fan.

Morrigan's part of camp is the designated s-x area, considering how far it is from everyone else (also in the cutscenes that's where y'all are fucking) she just goes and sits by the fire with everyone else till they're done, they clean up afterwards ofc and they use their own bed rolls.

Oghren gets in fights with people that call the (elven) Warden a 'knife ear', every time someone says that to them he pulls up to their house.

Sten likes to learn about Dalish/Dwarven culture, he asks the warden questions about it 24/7, he's deeply fascinated with them.

Leliana and Morrigan have the biggest Sapphic crushes on each other,

Zevran and Leliana talk about women and men the find attractive together, especially if they turn onto the topic of the Warden, they're like "You find to Warden hot? ME TOO!"

That's all I have for this part I'm honestly running out of headcanons especially because the last part was SO LONG😭

Might be a part four but if there is it'll probably take a while ✋🏻

[uusercatt367]

⭐️ My Main Diabolik lovers Oc’s ( Info / about ) ⭐️

A better look at them without the shading 👇

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( Something I have to add before you read their info, I haven’t thought of a surname for them and This Oc’s I’m gonna ship with Yui ofc, I remembered I promised to write more about my DL Oc’s so here you go ^^ )

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( apologies early if there’s some spelling mistakes / English isn’t my first language 😭😭😭 )

Diabolik lovers Oc’s info

- First name: Mari

- Race: Vampire

- Age: 18 ( physically)

- Highly intelligent

- Very cold

- Her beauty is admired by many girls and guys at school but because she is so cold people are afraid/ uncomfortable with talking to her.

- She has a sister ( Ari )

- She and her sister don’t get along but Mari doesn’t hate her sister she rather feels guilty and responsible for what happened to her sister’s right eye.

- She tries to act softer and nicer to her sister even tho Ari is still hurt and mad about her and what happened when they were kids.

- Will protect and fight for people she cares and loves.

- abused in childhood to be perfect and number 1 in everything ( Like Ayato but not that worse like him )

Gets along with:

- Reiji, Ruki ( obviously) and surprisingly Kou also.

Natural:

- Subaru, Kanato, Yuma ( even tho she gets annoyed by him sometimes), Azusa and Shu ( even tho she kinda hates his whole laziness but in some way she can understand him. )

Absolutely despises:

- Ayato ( she hates how he tries to be better than her and finds him annoying and stupid, and it’s just a No. ), Laito ( she despises his perverted mind and behavior, she mostly pity him for that )

- And obviously she hates Shin and Carla and they hate her back cuz she’s a vampire ;w;

- First name: Yuu

- Race: Vampire ( honestly I’m thinking of making her an Adler / Eagle, not sure yet )

- Age: 16 ( physically)

- Very Optimistic

- She is also admired by everyone in school for her talent for singing

- She is a trainee for becoming an Idol

- Kou is her main inspiration and inspired to be like him

- Even tho she doesn’t have such a bad childhood like some other characters but her parents were killed by some unknown demons when she was a kid but she never became depressed by it, she keeps smiling and having fun in her life

- Ari, Mari and Fumiko aren’t her real sisters but she still treats and loves them as they were blood related.

Gets along with:

- Kou ( ofc ) she sees him as her idol ( literally ), Ayato and kanato.

Natural:

- Reiji ( she respects him nothing more than this ), Ruki, Azusa, Yuma ( she tries to get along with them as much as possible ). And Laito ( she not always likes his dirty behavior but sometimes she finds him hilarious )

Absolutely despises: ( I wouldn’t really say she despises because she tries to get along with everyone but she fails to get along with.. )

- Shu ( doesn’t understand his lazy behavior, she hates when people are lazy to do anything like you’re waisting your life like this. )

- Subaru ( tried to get along with him but he doesn’t seem like he wants to talk to her + they are in the same class )

- +Shin and Carla

- First name: Fumiko

- Age: 17 ( physically )

- Race: Vampire

- Despises men.

- She is the only one out of the 4 who is un attracted to men in any way.

- Into goth Lolita fashion

- She also acts cold like Mari but more of a weird way

- Talking like she’s a dead corpse to freak people out on purpose

- Into witchcraft and more creepy stuff

- The reason she acts weird and mostly quiet around people is due to her heavy trauma during childhood, She was living with her mom who clearly didn’t want to do anything with her and found her useless, while also being abused by random men her mom was bringing home ( not gonna really say in which ways but u get my point:,) )

- Eventually ran away from home in the age of 10

Gets along with: ( even tho she rather not interact with men or anyone She still gets along with few )

- Shu ( he doesn’t bother her and because he is lazy she doesn’t fear he will do something bad to her, even tho sometimes he can make a dirty joke which she hates ) Azusa, kanato ( they just honestly have the same vibes as her and that’s it. ) and Subaru.

Natural:

- Ruki and Reiji ( likes how calm and serious they are )

Absolutely despises:

- Laito ( I dont think I need to explain ), Ayato, Kou ( even tho she tries to get along with him because Yuu is his friend ) and Yuma

- +Shin and Carla.

- First name: Ari

- Age: 18 ( physically)

- Race: vampire

- Always acts Happy and optimistic around people.

- A very confident person.

- She loves feeling popular and admired.

- Her “ weird “ and eye catching appearance cough a lot of peoples attention.

- Plays in a band and is very talented so also helps Yuu out with her Idol training

- She’s dirty minded.

- No matter what gender you are if you offer her to do it she would most likely say yes.

- She hates her sister Mari.

- She is mad at her for what happened to her eye during childhood

- When they were small Mari was always more adored by her parents to be “ perfect “ and better than her in everything.

- One day they were practicing archery and Mari got jealous of Ari for doing something better than her for once, so she splashed a really toxic snake poison into her right eye, Mari wanted to make her blind completely but failed ( also the snake poison splashed on Ari’s skin so she has a few scars on her body ), Of course Mari regretted her actions right after but it wasn’t entirely her fault because of all her parents abuse and pressure for being perfect, she got scared of what will they think of her if they find out She’s not good enough.

- Obviously Ari’s parents didn’t care what happened to her eye and now found her more useless than she was before so they even tried to sell her to some random guy but before this happened Mari saved her and convinced her to run away.

- To this day Ari never and probably never will forgive her sister but she’s still thankful for her saving her.

Gets along with:

- Laito ( she likes his dirty mind and dirty jokes he makes sometimes, but they didn’t do it and will never do. ) Ayato ( she hates how he thinks he’s better than everyone else but still gets along with him. ) Kou ( she likes helping Yuu with Kou together and they get along very well ) Yuma.

Natural:

- Shu ( loves his passion for music but other than that nothing ), Kanato ( she is okay with him but she really likes to tease him for his height and other things. ), Subaru ( he’s okay. ) Ruki ( he can be annoying to her sometimes )

Absolutely despises:

- Reiji ( she finds him annoying and hates how good he is in everything like her sister Mari. )

- +Shin and Carla.

Something they all have in common:

- they all love Yui very much :3333 💗💗💗💗💗

*That’s it for now, I’ll be more than happy to hear your thoughts on them ^^ *

[monstersinthecosmos]

thoughts on how Marius is still down bad for Pandora when he meets her again in Antioch, in fact still so down bad that it's likely that Akasha basically drew Pandora there so ensure she had loyal caretakers, even though she's twice divorced and even hassling slaves about their boner skills in the slave market, and remains down bad eternally, but still is basically enraptured by Armand's lack of preceding experience

YEAH I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT IT, THANKS FOR ASKING.

So like something about Marius’s specific flavor of bisexuality is that he seems to like different things in men & women (which feels real to life, tbh!), and part of this is Doylist in the way that Anne Rice wrote about women/what types of women her male characters were attracted to, but in the spirit of meeting the text where it’s at I always tend to think of Marius as someone with just fucking out of control mommy issues who is attracted to strong bitchy confident women (pos).

When you look at Pandora and Bianca they’re both sort of sexually realized women who challenged him, and then you think about his relationship to his mom and his realTIONSHIP TO AKASHA — this is getting into headcanon territory but listen I just know he’s the kinda guy that wants a woman to step on his throat. The way he was a rebellious outsider as a mortal and his complicated social status maybe lends itself to the way he views men & women and his power in between them. It's sort of like an inverse of the power dynamic he might have had in Roman society, and again HEADCANON TERRITORY but it makes me wonder how much of his sexual preference was influenced by taboos in his society and what did his privilege lend to him, vs what ways he might have felt inferior or emasculated.

It seems like he likes women who challenge him and men who will look up to him, right?? How much of it is because of his mommy issues, how much of it is being the spirit of his age and his Ancient Roman sexual hangover, how much is it that he got murdered by a cute guy that took advantage of his barbarian fetish? Idk! Will he ever submit to a man again idk?!

He is in LOVE with women who are either unavailable or who can cut him down to size. And I think he’s also got that flavor of misogyny where he sees women as lesser beings—even as an object of affection, it’s that way people can be well meaning and still infantilizing & condescending to women as like, precious little creatures. I think he sees women as lesser than himself, and his ancient Roman kink finds it thrilling to submit to them. 

And the men he likes tend to look up to him and respect him and need him. He wants Armand to be a pupil. He wants Lestat as a pupil, and they can never be around each other for too long because Lestat can’t behave. He loves Thorne immediately because of how admiring and respectful he is, and he loves feeling useful as a host or as a teacher. Same with Daniel, where it begins with him as a caretaker. With the exception of Akasha, he doesn't really care for women in his life the way he does with men, except we learn again and again that Akasha doesn't actually need him. It turns into worship of her, turning her into a project as her SERVANT rather than her teacher.

But yeah like, Armand really IS the opposite! Armand was going to be his student in all things, not just his education but even encouraging him to be promiscuous and sexually realized, as well! But he sees Armand as a blank slate, someone who’s on borrowed time, A WIZENED FUNEREAL SPIRIT OF A DEAD MAN IN CHILD’S CLOTHES! And like Lestat, Armand also failed (in his own way, in Marius’s estimation) in Marius’s lessons. 

Marius didn’t know what exactly the cult did to Armand to indoctrinate him, all he knows when he finally DOES find Armand is that he’s thriving as a cult leader, and Marius feels betrayed as fuck, and too insecure to risk rejection by reaching out. It doesn’t ignite him the way Pandora and Bianca do. He doesn’t spend CENTURIES obsessing over him and searching for him the way he did for Pandora, he also doesn’t spend TWO THOUSAND YEARS worshipping him the way he does the mother he didn’t have as a mortal. His need for Armand exists in a very specific space and he’s not super interested or capable of of fixing the mess.

AND LIKE I HAVE TO ALSO POINT OUT, we can’t forget that Armand was a rebound from Bianca. He wanted Bianca. Bianca reminded him of Pandora!!! 

Oh, yes, she was to my taste as if I'd made her - the daughter of Pandora - it was as if Botticelli had created her, even to the somewhat dreamy expression of her face. And she did have a seemingly impossible mingling of fire and poise. But I had in my long miserable years seen many beautiful humans, rich and poor, younger and older, and I had not felt this sharp, near uncontrollable desire to bring her to me, to take her to the shrine with me, to spill out to her whatever wisdom I possessed. What was I to do with this pain? How should I be rid of it? How long would it torment me right here in the city of Venice where I had chosen to seek comfort from mortals and give back to the world in secret payment my blessed and well-educated boys? On rising, I found myself shaking loose light dreams of Bianca, dreams in which she and I were sitting in my bedroom and talking together as I told her of all the long lonely paths I'd trod, talking together as she told me of how she had drawn from common and filthy pain her immeasurable strength. Even as I attended the feast with my students I couldn't shake off these dreams. They broke in on me as if I were falling asleep over the wine and meats. The boys vied for my attention. They thought they had failed the Master. When I went to my rooms to paint, I was equally confused. I painted a large picture of Bianca as the Virgin Mary with a chubby Infant Jesus. I laid down the brushes. I wasn't content. I couldn't be content. I went out of Venice into the countryside. I searched for the Evil Doer. I drank blood until I was glutted. And then I returned to my rooms, and I lay down on my bed and I dreamt of Bianca again. At last before dawn I wrote my admonitions down in my diary: This desire to make an immortal companion is no more justified here than it was in Florence. You have survived all your long life without ever taking this evil step, though you know well how to do it - the Druid priest taught you how to do it - and not doing it, you will continue to survive. You cannot bring over this child to you, no matter how you envision it. Imagine her to be a statue. Imagine your evil to be a force that would shatter that statue. See her then in fragments. Know that that is what you would do.

I WONDER IF THIS SUDDEN SHARP DESIRE TO TAKE HER TO THE SHRINE WAS AKASHA MEDDLING AGAIN?? I'm not sure how literal that is, but! Hmm! Inch resting!

I also gotta share this part because it’s like my fav VC quote lol - 

She looked at me gravely. Then she smiled too but she didn't answer, and all her secrets folded inside her - the sordid things, things to do with blood and gold. For a moment, I thought my powerful self-control would be lost. I would embrace her, whether or not she would have it, and take her rapidly by force from the very middle of her warm and safe rooms to the cold and fatal domain of my soul. I saw her, positively saw her as if the Christian Satan were giving me visions once more - I saw her transformed by the Dark Blood. I saw her as if she were mine, and all her youth burnt out in sacrifice to immortality, and the only warmth or riches known to her those which came from me.

SORRY IM JUST REALLY OBSESSED WITH THE COLD & FATAL DOMAIN OF MARIUS'S SOUL, I GOTTA SHARE IT ANY CHANCE I GET. He choses Armand because he needs a rebound, because he is SO in love with Bianca and knows it can’t end well. She’s too like Pandora, and he remembers what Eudoxia said about how older people don’t take to vampirism as well. He knows he needs a young blank slate to train, and he FINDS Armand while he’s floating around feeling sorry for himself about Bianca. 

So by design, Armand IS the opposite of the types of women he likes, and he treats it like an experiment and treats Armand like a pet. 

AND LIKE BIANCA WINDS UP HIS FLEDGLING TO SAVE HIS ASS, AS WELL, EVEN IN A DIFFERENT CONTEXT. 

Anyway. 

Also, something something Akasha didn’t approve of his turning Amadeo, didn’t allow for Marius to rescue him, but allowed Bianca to live in the Shrine with him for like 100 years, I wonder how involved she was with the whole thing. 

My thoughts are a mess but I think, basically, that’s how I feel about it !!!! I ranted about Bianca but TLDR; Pandora is his actual type and Armand was his pet.

[nkirukaj]

Deerly Beloved (9)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing;

Genre: Fluff/Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2.1K

9. Pride

They’d decided to set up a coffee date, though Vera preferred to drink hot chocolate.

“Mom, this is May, and May, this is my mom”

May reached her hand out “Nic to meet you, miss,” she said to the lighter woman.

“Shall we sit?” Daphne asked, and they said, “So, how did you two meet each other?”

“I was sent to clean her house,”

“Ah, makes sense Vera was never one for cleaning,”

“Okay, Mom,” the younger woman rolled her eyes

May laughs and sips her coffee “My son was big on cleaning, he always used to help me around the house,”

Vera puts down her hot chocolate “She loves talking about her son, he's practically perfect,”

“Oh, am I talking too much? My husband used to say that sometimes,” she chuckles.

Vera looked confused “No, I love hearing about your son,” she taps the table “Why would your husband say that?” 

May puts the coffee down “Hmm? Oh well, you know how us women can drone on for hours and hours,”

Vera looks at her mother in confusion, which is returned, “Uh no, women actually talk less than men, on average,”

“Well, in my time, women didn’t know when it was time to be quiet, so my husband used to remind me. Maybe women talk less nowadays,”

Mother and daughter look at each other once more at the strangeness of the comment, “Uh, no.” Vera chimes up, “Women actually talk more now than before,” the air is thick with awkward tension before Daphne speaks again.

“if you’d like, we can't trade stories about our children, May, I myself have two. You have any daughters, May?”

She shakes her head “Nope, just my son. Whom Miss Vera here has seemed to take a liking to,”

Vera blushes “He just sounds dreamy, okay,” she takes a long sip of her hot chocolate

Daphne widens her eyes, looking at her daughter “Here I thought that you preferred women,”

“I do!”

“Don’t blame her, my son was quite the lady killer,”

“But he never married,” Vera chimed in “It’s as if he was waiting for me!” she jokes “Say, why hasn’t your son visited you?” 

May shrugs “I believe he isn’t here, he may still be alive. How long has it been since 1900?”

“Like a hundred years,”

“You wanna marry a decrepit old man?” Daphne jokes

Vera blushes and laughs “He's probably dead, so where is he?”

“Well I don’t know,” May admits “But if I’m meant to see him then someone will bring me to him,”

The three women sit in silence for a moment and enjoy the nice air. “This is nice, I’ve never done something like this before,” Vera states

“Had a nice cup of hot chocolate?”

“Not with my mom,” she turns to Daphne, who rubs her back “I spent my whole life thinking my mother hated me. Why couldn’t we talk?”

Daphne shrugged “I guess pride got the best of us,”

Pride?

In that instant, Vera is hit with a hazy vision of a thick woman with fiery red curls and a short but very attractive man in a white suit and top hat. She was shocked to find that when the woman spoke, the voice was her own. 

“Voe. And no problem, Your Majesty.”

“Oh, you don’t need that ‘Your Majesty’ talk, you may call me Lucifer.”

She smiles warmly “All right, Lucifer.” she speaks coyly.

When she came to, her mother was snapping in her face as she lay on the ground, people surrounding the both of them “Vera! What is going on with you?”

She sits up and grabs her right ear “I think I met the Devil, and he’s hot,”

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Sera had never had as many issues with a resident in Heaven as she’d had as much as Vera Bates. Even without her memories, she was stirring up troubles. Everything that Sera did was to protect Heaven’s soul, and she had no idea what to do if Vera continued to be a disturbance. Sera didn’t even know what to do right now. Now, Vera was claiming to have met ‘The Devil’, and she very well might have, but there was no way she should be able to remember that. Something was very wrong.

Emily stood by her side as Troy brought Vera in. She thanked him for his work and nodded for him to leave. Vera looked quite confused to be here, which frustrated Sera quite a bit, what did she expect after causing a public commotion like that?

“Hello Vera,” she spoke to the doe

Vera brushes off her robes and turns to the Seraphims “Hello,” she notices that Emily looks quite apprehensive, though Sera seems to not notice herself.

“So we’ve heard about your accident in the town square,”

“Yes, and I wanted to talk to you about that because this isn’t the first time that-“

“I wanted to make it clear that disruptions like that are not allowed up here. Especially mentioning our,” she pauses “‘friend’ down below,”

Vera blinks at being interrupted and grimaces “Right, but this isn’t the first time I’ve had these visions or whatever,”

Sera shakes her head “No, no, no, these are not visions. Visions are prophetic, and our souls do not have those unless specifically ordained, which you are not.”

Vera looks off to the side “So then what are they?”

“They must be more along the lines of hallucinations; do your best to ignore them. And please refrain from causing another public disturbance.”

Vera stares up at her “That’s all you’re going to say to me?”

“That’s all there is to say. You have not and never will ‘meet the Devil,’ these things you see are harmless, and I would hate for you to disturb the peace again,”

The doe narrows her eyes “Is that a threat?”

The head Seraphim waves her off “Of course not, just a warming,” she turns away “You may go,”

Vera shook her head and turned to walk away, not knowing that Emilt was behind her until she felt a tap on her shoulder

Emily places a small object in the palm of her hand “Don’t look at it until you leave,” she whispers to the doe. She closes her fingers around the object and nods once before exiting.

Upon arriving home Daphne and May surrounded her, the concern quite evident on their faces. They were bombarding her with questions

“What was it like?”

“Did the seraphim say anything?”

“What was she like?”

“Did she say anything about your visions?”

“What about you know who?”

Vera puts up a hand “I can only process one question at a time,” she takes a deep breath “It wasn’t like much of anything. Maybe something like seeing the principal at school. She didn’t really say anything other than telling me not to disturb the peace. Which is totally unfair because I didn’t do that on purpose,” She crosses her arms “Sera seems really dismissive and not at all concerned with what I had to say. I’m not sure I like her very much,”

“Shh!” Daphne quiets her daughter

“What?”

“We don’t want anyone else hearing you say that,”

Vera rolls her eyes “What’s gonna happen? They’re gonna bring me to her again? So she can ignore me again?” She waves her mother off “Please,”

May steps up “What about you know who?”

“She just told me that I never met him, which is a weird thing to say now that I think about it. Why is she not concerned that I’m having visions of him? Or wait, ‘hallucinations,’” she says mockingly.

Daphne notices that Vera is keeping her right hand tightly wrapped around something, and grabs it from her “What is this?”

Vera shrugs “I don’t know, it’s something that Emily gave me on the way out,”

Daphne opens her hand to reveal a silver ring decorated with a diamond and deer antlers. The stone shines in the light. Vera is transfixed by the ring and snatches it from her mother's hand. She feels the metal and the stone between her fingers; it feels cold and yet familiar as she slips it on her left ring finger. She falls flat on her back as her sight is taken over by another ‘hallucination’

“Next week,” he whispers

“Hmm?” she questions while writing something down for a cue

“I want to marry you next week,” he repeats himself

Her eyes pop out of her head “What?”

He sets his face into a close-lipped smile “You heard me,”

“You are now married!” Lucifer yells over the people

She sits up on the floor, rubbing the back of her head, as Daphne and May crouch around her 

“What is going on with you???” Daphne asks

“I need to see Emily,” is the first thing out of her mouth, “I think I have a fucking husband,”

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Daphne, Vera, and May made their way back to the embassy. The two older women were very sure of their parts in this scheme, but there was no stopping Vera. She entered the doorway like nobody’s business, and they followed, emboldened by her confidence. Luckily, they find Emily floating around the room as if looking for busy work, and Sera is nowhere to be seen.

“Emily,” Vera calls out for her. The younger seraphim turns around “I need my memories now,”

Emily floats down to the ground with a somewhat scared look on her face “I-I’m not supposed to..”

“Emily,” the doe pleads, “I need them. I think I have an entire family that I’ve left behind. I need to know, please,” the seraphim seems apprehensive “Emily, what is your purpose?”

Under her breath, she answers, “To make sure our people are happy,”

Vera reaches out and turns her face “I will never be happy until I get my memories,” she smiles softly “You’d just be doing your job,”

Emily stops tears from falling, swallows some air, and then nods, “Okay,”

The young seraphim turns and walks through a large door; Vera is unsure of whether or not to follow until she sticks her head out of the door “Come on!” she waves for Vera to follow. She does and finds Emily in a room that seems restricted to the public, with files from the floor to the ceiling. Emily is floating above the ground, looking through files. 

“C’mon c’mon,” she whispers, thumbing through each one as quickly and quietly as possible. “Sera keeps these in meticulous order, and I don’t want her to know that I took anything, so this will have to be quick,”

Vera marvels at the room. All these souls, all these people, with their memories just…gone, all for what? To fit some fake twisted status quo? Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a file labeled Fontenot, May. She instinctively reaches toward it.

“Got it!” Emily exclaims, floating back down to Vera

Daphne and May enter the room “Miss Emily, I hear someone outside the main door,”

Emily squeaks in terror “Maybe another time?” she smiles awkwardly at Vera 

“Emily…”

“Okay, okay,”

She flips through the file, marked Bates, Vera until she comes across a shiny orb that she pulls out.

“Okay, here goes nothing,” Emily snaps her fingers, and Vera’s eyes roll back into her head. She begins to fall backward, but May and Daphne are there to catch her, standing her back upright.

Vera blinks rapidly and immediately turns to May upon regaining her memories “May, what is your son’s name?”

May blink back as if slightly shocked to have been asked this, “Alastor, why?”

There’s a loud banging at the door. “Emily?” It’s Sera

“Vera, what is going on?” Daphne asked

Vera turns back to the younger Seraphim with another request: “I need to get back to Hell. Can you do that?”

Emily turns away “I’ve already done a lot today,”

“Emily, please,” when Emily turned back, she could see the pleading in Vera’s eyes

The knocks come again, harder and louder. “Emily? What are you doing in there? I’m coming in,”

Vera’s eyes widen as she stares at the younger seraphim, who closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and begins making magic with her hands. When she opens her arms, there it is, the portal to Hell, to Vera’s family and all her memories.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, just go!”

“Emily, what’s going on?” Sera’s voice can be heard getting louder

Vera quickly grabs Daphne and May’s wrists and jumps through the portal, a blinding light awaiting them.

[batsyforyou]

Mablung General Headcanons

Tags: Alluded to NSFW at the very end, character description, can’t imagine any other tag

Pairing: Mablung x reader 

Author’s Note: If y’all know the canon appearance for this elf please let me know, I could not find it to save my life. 

Context

a captain and marchwarden servant to King Elu Thingol of Doriath. 

Was one of the great captains of the Sindar along with Beleg Cúthalion/Strongbow. It isn't unusual to see him with Beleg when outside Doriath

Acts like an advisor when in the city

Appearance 

Waist length dark brown hair with bangs

Gray eyes

Dressed in fine robes and tunics 

Long butterfly lashes

Strong jaw and nose

side note: (Adam's apple on men is really attractive, for whatever reason, but the idea of the elves with Adam's apple is even hotter in my brian. Don’t ask me why I have no clue it's literally the most basic thing lol.)

 Ideas

Mablung is the type to doubt and hesitate over the idea of getting involved in mortal and elf relationships 

So he’ll be kind and respectful towards you but watch from afar 

Will be your friend and help you anyway way he can if you talk to him honestly about things

Honesty and truth is super important to him 

So he hates liars 

If he catches you in a lie just know that whatever trust you built was just shattered by a sonic wave from Black Canary in DC

He will hesitate to trust you again mostly because he feels very betrayed 

Major sweet tooth but will die before he admits it 

Is a true romantic at heart

Is the kind of person to glare down at you and say “Behave yourself” with an added term of endearment or not 

Is definitely the mom friend, packs for everything and gives it he all 

Is a perfectionist and feels terrible when he fails to do something 

Takes full responsibility for everything he does 

Favorite color is the deep blue of the sky

Hobbies

He reads like a lot 

His guilty pleasure is to go out and find stories from the world of men 

Mostly because elves don’t have fiction stories they only do nonfiction 

He loves the steamy romance stories and mysteries 

Hunts with the others 

And trains often with Beleg and later Túrin

Relationship 

Is for sure the type to worship the ground you walk on 

Insists on putting your shoes on the mornings so he can kiss your ankles

And loves taking them off for you at night. 

Doesn’t matter if you complain that your feet are sweaty and smell gross he’ll rub them anyway

Kisses your hand everytime he sees you in public 

When at home he comes up behind you and will either wrap his arms around your waist, grip your hips in his hands, rubs your shoulders, or kiss your temple 

I’d say his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation 

Is constantly praising you over the simplest of things

You fall first he falls much much harder 

In the beginning he can't bring himself to accept it

Is the King of living in Denial River

And will kinda break away from you some without realizing it 

He takes the mortal x immortal thing very seriously and is grieving your loss before you even die

“Do you love me?” (Reader)

"Yes, and it's killing me." (Mablung)

“. . . Why?” 

“Because I can’t keep you.”

You’ll have to remind him that your not dead yet and can live a happy, while short, life with him

He finds worth in your love and value in your life

If you say something to him expect his ears to be perked and listening

In the beginning when seeking counsel from his friends about his feelings he does let some of the negative responses get it him 

But after he decides he can’t live without you it doesn’t matter what the others have said 

Your his and he is yours and he will die beside you so he can be buried with you

Is a dominant personality but like a gentleman's dominance if that makes sense? 

Adores cuddles but craves to have you in his lap while he reads 

He loves it both for naughty reasons and innocent reasons

Loves to lay in your lap while on the couch 

Specificity love it when he can push his face into your thighs and just chill with your fingers running through his hair 

Would love to have three children some day adopted or not 

Overall I think Mablung is a genuinely cool character

Masterlist

[kiss-my-freckle]

2x5. Although never addressed, Damon spares, helps, and cares for Liz because Caroline saved Him. If not for Caroline sitting there, a vulnerable hero, after she killed the deputies and outed herself to her mom, he would have killed Liz. Elena was a secondary reason, as she told Liz she wouldn't "let you kill them". Even in Elena's hate (and hurt) for Damon. Third reason is that he was setting up roots and definitely couldn't explain the sheriff missing?

I think Damon wanted Vicki as a vampire buddy because she was fun. He didn't see this with Caroline. But she considers Damon a friend apart from Elena's involvement. True she goes down to the cellar because Elena ran down. Yes, she was trying to save Elena but she was very concerned about the brothers. Or perhaps she knew Katherine would kill her if Stefan was dead?

Damon handles the entire situation. Right down to the "good thread count". Imo Damon's "you have no idea how wrong you are" and glance to Caroline speaks to his new found respect for her. This is separate from Liz, who just tried to kill him.

Stefan's jealousy is wow this episode. He has reason to feel this way. The depth of Delena is starting to become untouchable. Damon runs this shit. Stefan is just a whiny, weak bitch.

And the Stelena kiss after he drinks her blood is just ick. Maybe I'm biased, I don't find ANY Stelena kisses satisfying. In fact I find them all gross (sans 1x10). And I find Paul very attractive, although nowhere near Ian level.

Also, WTF was Mason thinking??

I think Damon would've spared Liz either way because he truly views her as a friend. I think he's drawn to women like Liz and Carol in a way that he isn't with men like Richard and Bill. Perhaps because he lost his mother at 17, idk.

I definitely think Damon viewed Vicki as friendship material. He saw a lot of Katherine in her. He chooses to turn her based on the open and close of the episode. At the open of 1x6, it's her desire not to die. At the close of 1x6, it's the desire not to live. He felt like he was doing her a favor because she's essentially stuck. Elena has a long-standing parallel with Vicki, and so they're constantly bringing her back in for Matt and Elena. If not for Liz, I don't think Damon would've cared for Caroline as much as he does. From my pov, it's as if Damon took over Bill's position in their lives, so it's as if he's acting like a father figure to Caroline. I feel this even when he physically grabs her and tells her not to be Tyler's friend. I'll probably post more about this when I start doing my friendship posts for Damon.

I can't tell you how many scenes I've come across where Damon basically took over and Stefan became background noise. Stefan's jealousy is so much that it'll be part of my re-watch post for 2x15 even though he's not jealous in the episode. It's because he has a parallel.

The Stelena kiss after he drinks her blood is hilarious to me because Stefan has no idea that Damon is the reason she fed him her blood in the first place. He thinks she came to this decision on her own. To not only allow him to drink blood, but to drink hers. This is why I tell fans to pay mind to Stefan's blood issue in the first season because it's all reverse. Through that reverse, you see Delena...

Damon: Stefan's still drinking human blood. Damon: Stefan didn't drink the people blood, if you were curious.

When 2x8 rolls around, Damon knows more than he lets on, and what he knows is powerful. Let's just say he knows the effect he has on Elena. THIS is your parallel...

That's why Elena feeds from Damon. She's his girlfriend. I don't find any Stelena kisses satisfying because they have no chemistry. The only time I feel they have chemistry is when Elena's emotions are off. Mason is a dumb shit, but I love him in Ghost World.

[blackfemmejeanvaljean]

tw suicidal idealization I'm fine but past feelings are mentioned

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I have mommy issues but I'm also attracted to older women but I don't sexualize my need for an older woman's approval and guidance I'm a grown woman that finds beauty in beautiful woman but the idea of dating someone that's a mother figure in my eyes is not something I find sexy and older women in my experience don't try to pursue younger women in that manner but older men fins out I hate my father and think they act like a dad figure to manipulate me but the whole time I'm fantasizing about murdering because I've never been able to get revenge on my parents and I know I'll never have closure and they're so close to death (a million health problems and not changing their eating habits) when I was a teenage I fantasize about killing myself all the time and leaving a not blaming them for my suicide I was gonna post it on facebook and shoot myself with my dad's gun so he'd get in trouble for having an unregistered gun (I think he's a felon but he might have just had been in jail not prison idk) I would smile and feel that happy/at peace feeling they say suicidal people feel when they're abour to do it like their daughter would be dead they would have to firmly face the fact that they destroyed me emotionally and there would be absolutely no way they could mental gymnastics their way out of it everyone would know my dad might go to jail my mom would have lost the house it might had even made the news in a "no way to prevent this in country were teen suicide rste has been rapidly rising since the 90s" way but I didn't suicide doesn't even make sense for my life now and I don't have an interest in committing suicide and I haven't in almost a year which is huge since I thought about daily from the time I was 11 until I was nearly 30 even on good days it would always be in the back of my mind and people think just because you're not suicidal anymore things are fine mentally but like I spent almost 20 years knowing that I had a way out and now I don't have that way out but I'm still not fine I'm going to go back to therapy I just need to wait until I get my pay raise why did my parents do that too me what was the fucking reason

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

I love asking mundane headcanons. So, does gideon like wine or beer? Is he a coffee man or a tea man? Boobs, ass thighs, or all three? Or is it the personality he likes more?

Gideon likes ales and mead. If you give him kombucha he will like it, if you call it kombucha he will immediately hate it.

He drinks black coffee because it tastes very full and clear. He's not a fan of subtle teas but he likes black tea well enough, and gravitates towards anything high in caffeine.

He loves all three, but he gravitates towards boobs frequently. Doesn't care if they're big enough to suffocate in or so small that they practically don't exist. He will always gravitate towards boobs.

When he wants sex, personality doesn't matter to him. So long as the person he's fucking isn't so obnoxious it kills his boner he doesn't care what they're like.

For dating, he is drawn towards specific personalities. Not specific in the sense that they have anything in common, but he likes unique people. They need to be interesting, puzzling, three-dimensional. Something to work out. They also have to be patient enough to deal with his rather prickly self, but he doesn't really care about that so much as he accepts that nobody with a short fuse would want to be around him long enough to be romantically interested in him.

Also, sexuality headcanon. Because I said so. Gideon is old-timey, no matter the AU, so he doesn't really "get" sexualities. "I have nothing against homosexuality, but I don't get how a man could be around a beautiful woman and not want to lie in bed with her." However, he also gets like this around straight women. "What do you mean you have no interest in your sex? Do you not look in the mirror and find yourself attracted to your own body? Do you not appreciate the feminine curves of others as you do yourself? What an odd woman..."

He's very much attracted to women, feminine or masculine, trans or cis or intersex or any other combination of anything. He loves women. However, he is also passively interested in men. He admires the cocks of other men frequently, appreciates stubble and strength and hard edges.

If he had to choose to only fuck men or women he would choose women, but since he doesn't have to choose he simply won't.

Also, I feel that while in hypotheticals he very much adheres to the gender binary, that's just because it's what he's used to. In practice he doesn't much care what pronouns someone demands he use, he will never even accidentally misgender or use the wrong name for someone he knew before their transition. He has nothing against neopronouns or hyperspecific genders, and finds them interesting at best or unimaginative at worst. He will judge you for choosing a name for yourself without giving thought to its meaning or significance, but if you just want to be called Debra he will call you Debra.

I think that gender and sexuality are not sacred to him though, and if he wants to get under someone's skin he will misgender them. This is something that he does on a person-to-person basis though, so it is always perfectly calculated and tailored to hurt whoever he needs the exact amount that he needs to. If he's trying to get a rise out of a trans woman who's very insecure in her gender, he isn't going to touch gender or transness in his insults because he doesn't want to destroy her, he just wants to piss her off.

But if he wants to deliver a final blow to someone who has betrayed him, nothing is off the table. He will go for whatever hurts the most. Whether it be someone's dead mom, incestuous lover, violent past, or their very identity, well. All's fair in love and war.

So. those are the relevant Gideon headcanons, as well as some extras because you have fallen into my evil trap!! you have sent me an ask on my blog where I'm free to be as wordy and drawn-out as I want >:-3

[legally-brief]

ALL ABOUT ME.

0: Height 5-9

1: Virgin? No but little experience

2: Shoe size -10

3: Do you smoke? -No

4: Do you drink?- Socially

5: Do you take drugs?- nothing not perscribed

6: Age you get mistaken for- 50’s

7: Have tattoos? -No

8: Want any tattoos? - No

9: Got any piercings? -No

10: Want any piercings? -No

11: Best friend? - Worth

12: Relationship status -single

13: Biggest turn ons- masculine men in underwear

14: Biggest turn offs- fem behavior / drag

15: Favorite movie- Field of Dreams

16: I’ll love you if - you like to hug and cuddle

17: Someone you miss - Jennifer

18: Most traumatic experience- Elecrical shock- knock unconscious

19: A fact about your personality- to shy sexual to reveal i am a sub

20: What I hate most about myself - too much weight

21: What I love most about myself- hairy body

22: What I want to be when I get older- loved and hugged

23: My relationship with my sibling(s) - is loving but distant- very little in common

24: My relationship with my parent(s)- father is dead but close to my mom although we live far apart.

25: My idea of a perfect date -cuddling in front of a roaring fireplace while dressed in out unionsuits.

26: My biggest pet peeves- lies and lack of respect

27: A description of the girl/boy I like - over 6 foot tall, hairy bear Dom

28: A description of the person I dislike the most - a loud mouth opionated person who talks about people behind theit back

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend- to avoid hurting their feelings

30: What I hate the most about work/school- the amout of times it requires me to be away from my home.

31: What your last text message says- OK ILL GO WATER YOUR PLANTS

32: What words upset me the most- abusive words about women

33: What words make me feel the best about myself-love, cuddle, baby

34: What I find attractive in women- a sense of humor and self assured

35: What I find attractive in men- power, masculinity taking command

36: Where I would like to live- a house in nature where i could be naked outside

37: One of my insecurities- my appearance

38: My childhood career choice- soccer player

39: My favorite ice cream flavor- Strawberry of Cherry Garcia or Vanilla Swiss Almond.

40: Who wish I could be - rich and self assured

41: Where I want to be right now- under the control of a masculine man

42: The last thing I ate- Chinese fried dumplings/pot stickers

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately- Mark Lemke former 2nd baseman for the Atlanta Braves.

44: A random fact about anything- I am always in charge in the real world, but my ultimate fantasy is to be under the control of a large, masculine man… His baby… his boy… His pet.

Skiviesman@aol.com

[respectthepetty]

Sorry if I seem out of times but I just finally watched Past-senger and I wanted to say that I am not sure if a 50 y.o. Kiew with a 20 y.o. Bamee qualifies as a happy ending. Is it only me that finds it inappropriate?

Anon, did you not get the memo that we don't discuss that? Because we don't discuss it . . .

BUT since you mentioned it, it didn't actually bother me that much. Bamee is seeing someone who is the same age as his father, much like:

Thun from He's Coming to Me

Med is the same age as Thun's mom, kinda? Well, he dated Thun's mom. But now he's dead. It's complicated.

Or maybe he is like Pisaeng in Be My Favorite

Kawi is twelve years older than Pisaeng, so even though he is going into his past younger body, he still has his 30+ year old knowledge. But it's time travel, so it's complicated.

Maybe it's like Pipu from 55:15 Never Too Late

Where Pipu (15? - was he 15?!) was in love with Paul (55), but time travel was also involved, and I don't fully remember the plot because, well, it's complicated.

And Sun Bo Xiang and Shin both started pursuing their 30 -year old men (?) when they were still in high school in HIStory 3: Make Our Days Count and Minato's Laundry.

And the other HIStory 3: Trapped had Zuo Hong Ye fall in love with the man who had taken care of her since she was a child, so that was a 20+ year age gap. See, the heteros do this too.

Oh and HIStory 5: Love in the Future had an age gap between these two and they weren't even the time traveling couple, but I'm going to guess it was just maybe over 10 years. Damn, that HIStory franchise really is consistent.

When time travel and the supernatural are involved, we have to disconnect from it a bit. And at least Kiew wasn't still in high school, I guess.

But also kudos to Past-Senger for making the older guy appear older, Kiew still looked attractive in his late 40s/early 50s, so although it might make some cringe, they are two consenting adults, and it was a happy ending.

I'm not mad at Past Senger for doing what it did. I'm upset that we didn't get to see the parents' reaction because I know they were going to roast Kiew for it.

[daemour]

Pairing: San x Reader

Genre: ANGST ANGST ANGST HURT NO COMFORT (magic au but not explored)

WC: 1271

Warnings: !!DEATH!!, dead bodies, injuries, blood

Summary: San would die for you, but somehow you didn’t expect it to actually happen.

This is actually a scrapped idea from a current wip of mine~! some parts of the fic are actually still in the main story 👀 (italicised means a memory)

and thank u to @hwasrie again for helping me with the ending! check out their fic, Thank You!

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“I’m almost twenty-five now, and I was born in Nahm. I’ve been just travelling to travel, as I never really went far when I was younger. I also really like to sing, since my mom taught me when I was a child. And purple’s my favourite colour.” Your smile widens as your new companion tells you about himself.

“Nahm is so far from where I was born! It’s by the sea, right?” San nods, eyes sparkling at the sight of your excitement. “I’ve never actually been to the sea—it’s the one place I haven’t travelled to yet.”

“Well, then. We’ll just have to stop there sometime for your first time. I’m used to it, but I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s especially pretty during the sunset.” San leans forward with a bright smile on his face. “Let’s count on it. I’ll take you to the sea before we part ways.”

Your eyes are wide and you nod. You’re going to ignore the implication that you’ll inevitably end up going on different journeys. You’re going to focus on the now because these types of moments are what keep you going. “Then I’ll hold you to that.” Before you can say anything else, a yawn rips out of your mouth. “And I think that’s my cue. Have a good night, San.”

“Good night.” San’s eyes don’t leave you, you can feel his stare as you enter your tent and you feel like your face might burn off because of that.

There was something about him that was just so…appealing. The way he paid so much attention to you and his kindness. While it does seem like he doesn't enjoy talking about himself and you're unsure of his motive, he is charming nonetheless.

The loud noises have stopped and you move the branches in front of your eyes to peek into the clearing where your travelling companion of half a year, San had last told you to run and hide. Neither of you had meant to become enemies with a crime lord, but some things cannot be helped which is how you ended up with your magic cut off temporarily and many underlings after both your and San’s necks.

The view is filled with the bodies of the men who had attacked you, but no sight of San. When you strain your ears, you can’t hear anything. Relief hits you, and then panic. Where is San? He told you to hide since you have no skill in physical fighting, and he would fare better without having to protect you. Without thinking, you run into the space and call his name, immediately clapping your hands over your mouth after realising what you’ve done.

A low groan attracts your attention and your head whips around to find San leaning against a tree further away, with blood streaked on the ground near him. “(Y/N),” he breathes out, eyes opening slowly. “Hey.”

“San,” you call desperately, crawling on all fours to the man you call your friend.

“(Y/N), stop,” San breathes out. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head frantically. “No, I can do this. I can heal you.” Your hands move towards his bodied torso but San grabs your wrists, straining to keep your hands at bay.

“It’s too late, (Y/N), it’s okay. Save your energy—more will come.” His breathing grows more laboured.

“San,” a sob breaks out and your hands fall to your lap. “I’m sorry.”

The wounded man smiles gently, his shaking hands cupping your face. “Don’t cry, pretty girl…keep those tears for when I get a proper burial. You’ll give me one, yeah? Right by the sea I grew up near?”

You nod furiously, wiping your tears away. “Of course. I’ll make it so beautiful.” Tears can’t stop their descent down both your faces no matter how much you scrub at your face. “I’ll have it during sunset and everything. Flowers too. Larkspur, right?”

“San, what’s your favourite flower?” You hum, chin resting on your propped-up knee as you watch San braid a flower chain.

“Mmh, that’s easy. Larkspur,” San says without hesitation, without looking up from his handiwork. “They represent youth and love, which is something I will always stand for. What about you?”

Your eyes shift from San to the field spanning as far as the eye can see. “I’ve never really picked one. I find them all equally deserving of love. But if I had to choose, maybe it would be the larkspur as well.”

Your focus is drifting when you feel something land on your head and you look up to see San smiling, dimples on show. “A flower crown for the princess of my heart.” He winks and your face heats up and you turn away to hide the small smile on your face.

“You’re crazy,” you mumble, amused, and San chuckles and takes a seat beside you, leaning his head on yours.

“Crazy for you.”

San nods, wincing at the pain it brings him and you quickly move to steady him. He coughs and blood spills out of his mouth and if you sobbed at the sight, well, that’s between you and him. “I’ll hold you to that,” he says with considerable effort on his part. “It’d be a shame if I had to haunt you, you know.”

“Stop that,” you say through both tears and your shuddering laughs. “Stop making me laugh.”

“Hmm, sorry, this will be the last time anyways.” You sob harder at his words and San frowns. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I protected you, but I still hurt you anyways. I’m sorry. Please, don’t forget me but don’t hold to your grief. I will be happier if you let me go.”

“Run” San hisses at you but you shake your head, eyes wide.

“I can’t leave you!” You whisper back with just as much intensity as there is fear swirling in your lower gut.

“You’re going to have to, (Y/N)! They’ll kill you so easily, so quickly. I have a better chance of holding them off. Go hide. Please.”

The desperation in San’s eyes pauses any other arguments coming from you. With one resigned sigh, you nod. “Okay. But you have to come back to me.”

San nods, his eyes softening and he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug and brushes his lips against the side of your head. “I promise. Now go.”

You nod, quieting your sobs and lean down to press your lips against his forehead. The skin is cool to the touch, and you shudder as you know he will soon be gone. You won’t have anyone to laugh with, to share your food with, and no one to keep you warm during nights when the cold is biting into your bones.

San shushes you with a soft voice. “Thank you for letting me come with you. I do hope you find your treasure. (Y/N), I’m glad I got to meet you.” As his words grow faint, his hands slip from your face and he breathes his last.

One last heart-wrenching sob forces its way out of your chest and you can’t help but send healing magic through his veins, although you know in the back of your mind that he will forever be gone. Flowers bloom all around you but San does not move and you collapse onto his body, feelings your throat might rip itself out from your cries.

The more distraught you are, the harder it hurts knowing that you never told San how much you loved him when he was alive. And now, he’s passed without you ever telling him those three words.

[baku-usagi]

So my tav is Baku, which is kind of the placeholder name I give all my first game ocs 😂

Her story goes like this

Her parents were a young couple from. The country side, he father a human, her mother A tiefling. Not a lot of racism towards tieflings in their part of. The boonies. He joined the military, and worked his way up. The ranks, and with his wife pregnant, he. Receives the promotion of a life Time in balders gate! It's too good a deal to resist and he takes it, but like many men who get with women from different ethnicities, he ends  up getting redpilled by his new coworkers who have less good opinions about tieflings. He's ashamed of his wife and their newborn tiefling child, and does his best to distance himself from the concept of their race.

Baku knows from a young age her father resents her, and does everything she can do earn his love and approval but he is unmoveable, she watches her mother stay inspite her father's new found mistreatment..

Eventually against his wishes she joins up in the military in the hopes that she can make him Proud through service.

She works hard and quickly becomes one of the finest soldiers in the force but many amongst the ranks have issues with tieflings and haze/harass her. She does her best to be a model soldier inspite of this.

But unfortunately after several years on the force she snaps on a group of soldiers shit talking her people calling them devil folk. She confronts them and they beat the shit out of her at the stables, holding her head under the water trough and almost drowning her.

Her father manages to intervene in time, but instead of punishing the soldiers or supporting her, he angrily reprimands her, saying she should be keeping her head down better instead of attracting trouble.

Hurt physically and emotionally she finds herself in the church of ilmater, offering some sad prayer for Comfort. A paladin finds her there and offers her a booklet about oaths, he tells her of a convent that is always looking for able bodied young recruits. She leaves that same day and starts her journey as a paladin, resonating most with the tenants of vengeance.

She spends her time defending any. Who cannot protect themselves, picking fights with racists of any brand, and helping as many tiefling as she can, getting to reconnect with her culture in the process.

After years of this, she realized the person she hadn't yet gotten vengeance for was herself.

Suffering mental Health and wanting to overcome her feelings that she'd be better dead, or rather never born, she tries to channel This into anger at her father, deciding to meet him and demand answers/hold him accountable.

She finds him just as he was when she left, her mother still with him.

She ends up Fighting her father after a heated exchange of words, winning by a land slide. Beat and battered her father tells her his daughter died years ago, and she needed to leave before he called for backup.

She tries to convince her Mother to leave but her mom knows no other life.

She officially cuts ties, feeling utterly defeated.

Less then a week later she's taken by the mind flayers and wormed

The story of the game ensues, and she finds herself loosing faith In. The divine. Vengeance left her empty.

She confronts the tiefling trying to kill the caged goblin. Telling her what she knows to be true, that the veangance won't make it better.

As the words leave her mouth her oath breaks, leaving her terrified at the feet of a larger then life suit of armor, who tells her she's Lost something.

She decides she wants freedom. Freedom from all of it..

"tired of doctrine and dogma, I wanted freedom" she told the oathbreaker.

And thus the journey continues.

She falls deeply in love with gale

There is obviously a lot more but that's the gist!

Please tell me all about y'alls tavs/durges!!!

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