#it smells like toys from my childhood 🥺

[aliosne]

ADHDcore is clearing your bedside table at 1:30am after ??? months, including clearing half the OTC meds you own, a dozen candies you don’t like that are covered in dust, and like ten unopened pieces of mail

[ofmermaidstories]

I don’t mean this in a mean way, but I have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that Christmas happens in summer for y’all Down Under

you had me worried in the first half, anon. 🫣 lmao, i can appreciate that a southern hemisphere Christmas is a foreign (literally) concept if you’ve only ever known a winter one!!! however it is very normal to me. 😌 how would i describe it… 🧐 it’s hot! very hot, especially where i am. a lot of my Christmases, growing up, involved being near a pool: the smell of sunscreen and chlorine and hot pavement and the warm plastic from whatever pool toy you’d been given that morning. sometimes we’d spend Christmas near the beach! so we’d swap out the chlorine for the salt air and trekking sand back into the holiday resort apartment. Christmas trees are nearly always plastic ones! and the one staple i can track from my childhood to adulthood with food is plenty of stone-fruit—cherries and mangoes! my family has always done the ham, although tbh it’s stupid that we keep that, oven-based cooking in the middle of summer should be illegal. alas, that’s the Commonwealth rearing it’s head in our blood. 😔 now i can’t imagine Christmas lunch any other way. 🥺 although, my parents would do big seafood spreads if we were having a big Christmas! lots of prawns, crabs, etc. 🦐 pavlova was a common dessert when i was a kid, though since i’ve taken over the cooking i like to stick with a white chocolate and strawberry trifle. i love Christmas!!! setting up a trampoline in the backyard, on Christmas eve, while the cicadas scream in the dusk. the low, sweet burn of a mozzie coil on the back porch, as the adults sit around with glasses of champagne. My mum used to sing along to Boney M as she’d get everything ready, in the morning; I still play it for her now. I dunno! I dunno how else to describe it! The pop of the Christmas crackers, and their flimsy paper crowns; shelling pistachios until your fingertips hurt. It’s my favourite holiday and my favourite time of year, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. 😌

(i bought this magazine last week—and i thought i’d share the cover!!!)

[moonbeamwritings]

Playing off of the childhood friends to lovers ask... consider them getting married, and having Jolyne, and Y/N always tells Jolyne small snippets of their childhood 🥺🥺 later she brings up jotaro's embarrassing past moments and her father now wants nothing more than to crawl in a hole and stay there-

ooo YES... we love an embarrassed jotaro in this house! be sure to check out parts one and two to this little series! <3

afab!reader

"You know," your voice is low, almost conspiratorial, as you pull your daughter into your lap, "your dad isn’t as cool as you think he is."

Little Jolyne giggles, leaning closer to your face to match your hushed tone. “Really?”

You nod, a smile playing at your lips, “Have I ever told you about the time he ripped his pants?”

Jotaro, from his spot behind the kitchen counter, watches your face light up as you hold Jolyne against your chest and wonders how he got so lucky. He thanks the universe for that day he overheard you practicing your confession, thanks it for finally putting years of pining to rest. After all of the trauma and near-death experiences from your youth, Jotaro feels as if someone, somewhere, allowed him this little slice of heaven on Earth. In the same breath, he wonders if he truly deserves it.

As he moves to flip the pancakes, he feels a gentle tug on his pant leg. Looking down, he sees Jolyne at his side, her little fist gripping the fabric of his pants. She looks all too pleased with herself — like she’s just heard the juiciest gossip of her life.

Jotaro drops a hand to the top of her head, mussing her hair. “What’s up, little lady?”

“Mommy told me that you ripped your pants.” It’s a matter-of-fact, almost accusatory statement, but Jolyne can hardly get through the sentence without giggling. Jotaro shoots daggers at you as a blush creeps up his neck.

“Oh, yeah?”

Proud to be let in on such a secret, Jolyne adds excitedly, “Mhm, she even told me you had dolphin underwear on and that you got really red. You’re so silly, daddy.”

He remembers the incident all too well. It had been your very first date, and as if straight from a stupid sitcom, Jotaro had bent over to get your bag and split his pants straight down the back, revealing the pink dolphin underwear beneath them. You’d laughed so hard you cried, all while Jotaro frantically put his coat on to hide the wardrobe malfunction. Even after all this time, Jotaro can still hear the wheeze of your breath and picture your blinding smile — the only things that could distract him from how much his face burned.

With the pancakes now forgotten, Jotaro leans down and hoists the girl into his arms, blowing a raspberry into one of her chubby cheeks. “Mommy’s ruining my image.”

Jolyne’s giggles fill the kitchen as Jotaro tickles her skin. Her palms rest flat on his face, her grin gap-toothed and adorable as he bounces her on his hip. “Daddy,” she squeals, “stop it!”

Jotaro lands a few kisses on her hair before placing her back on her feet. “Why don’t you go play with your toys until dinner?” As an afterthought, he adds, “And don’t listen to any more of mommy’s gossip.”

Before she toddles off, Jolyne grabs the collar of Jotaro’s shirt and kisses his cheek. “Don’t worry, daddy, I still think you’re the coolest.”

You watch the exchange with a gentle smile, your heart melting as Jotaro pats Jolyne’s head before she ventures over to her toybox.

When he hears you enter the kitchen, Jotaro fixes you with a pointed gaze. “At least someone thinks I’m cool.”

“C’mon,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist, “I think you’re cool... most of the time.”

Jotaro’s eyes roll. “Maybe I’ll tell her about that time you slipped and fell in a big puddle.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He shrugs, a smirk lighting up his features. “Don’t test me, sweetheart.”

With an eye roll of your own, you wrap your arms around Jotaro’s middle, enjoying the smell of the pancakes sizzling on the stovetop as it mingles with his cologne. Jolyne’s quiet shuffles and giggles can be heard in the living room, her toys playing sweet melodies as they move along the carpet. Everything is so domestic, so warm, that you lose yourself in the feeling. Without thinking, you stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Jotaro’s cheek. “I love you.”

Yup, Jotaro thinks, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulders, to tug you closer. This is heaven.

“I love you, too.”

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 21 - You

Summary: Satoru gets an unexpected confrontation.    

A/N: (18+ / minors and ageless blogs dni) - This chapter is mostly from Gojo’s perspective. I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who has been so kind to leave feedback on the story 🥺 whether you’re a new or old reader, your support means everything 🧡 

“I never pegged you as a liar,” Suguru teased in Satoru’s mind. 

“I’m not a liar,” Gojo argued back as he continued getting dressed. 

“You lied to yourself and now you’re caught between a rock and a hard place.” 

The strongest sorcerer scoffed out loud, visibly annoyed by the fact that his subconscious has decided to take on his dead best friend as its personality. 

“What are you going to tell her?” 

“The truth.” 

Suguru laughed in his mind, it wasn’t a cruel reaction but one that Satoru remembered as being sympathetic. 

“You can tell her everything about what happened, but are you going to tell her how much she really means to you? Why you made such stupid decisions in the spur of the moment?”

Satoru exhaled, nervously chewing at his bottom lip as he proceeded to throw on a comfortable sweater. 

“They weren’t stupid, and she knows how I feel…”

“And yet, here you are in a peculiar situation because you wouldn’t just admit it from the start...” 

Satoru swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“I would give my life for this girl.”

“Love really is the most twisted curse of all!” Suguru cheekily replied. “You’ve given her your heart without question, but does she know that she’s holding it in the palm of her hand?” 

Satoru paused as he reached for the handle of his front door. In that moment he swore he could feel Suguru’s presence behind him, could smell the spicy cologne wafting off his frame and the herbal aroma from his dark hair. He could feel his rough palm on his shoulder, giving him a squeeze which made his stomach ache. 

“It’ll be fine, right?” he whispered to himself, the tips of his slender fingers touching the handle of his front door.

“Hopefully,” Suguru reassured, and Satoru took that as his queue to exit his apartment. 

***

Satoru Gojo’s existence came with a price. 

From the moment he opened his eyes, he was revered for possessing a power that made him untouchable. Being the first in four hundred years to obtain both the Limitless and Six Eyes techniques meant that he was dehumanized by those around him. He became the pride of his clan and therefore treated like God. 

Before he could even formulate his first words, he was burdened with the lineage of his ancestors. Being the chosen one meant that there was no room for Satoru to make his own decisions, and forcefully had to dedicate every precious second to the world of sorcery. 

He knew that he could have anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers, living a life of luxury that blinded him with privilege. He never had to struggle to earn his keep, and ate from the shiniest golden spoon that life had to offer.

Satoru’s upbringing was anything but rich, and nobody would be able to recognize the boy behind the man. As the prodigy he silently passed through his childhood spending days and nights all alone.

This was the life that fate bestowed, but not one that he asked for. 

He would often forget that children weren’t supposed to exist in this manner. He had no friends to waste his hours playing with, and no time to indulge in his own growing imagination. There was nobody who eased him through his failures or applauded his victories. All Satoru Gojo ever knew was how to live with himself and it became increasingly more difficult for him to comprehend why.

He grew up too fast in a world that demanded far too much from him; a world that pushed him to his limits while he was adjusting to the overwhelming sensory experiences that plagued him. 

When he was nine years old, Satoru had a revelation of just how much it hurt growing up in isolation.

He was wandering around a toy shop with his designated guardian, scanning aisle after aisle as he sifted through each piece of merchandise on the shelf. Something caught his attention, which prompted the young boy to smile from ear to ear, making his fair cheeks blush red. There was a full display case of Digimon action figures, and he was ready to add more characters to his collection. He scanned each section, pinching his brows with concentration until he noticed the figure of Greymon on the bottom shelf. 

He crouched down to pick up the toy, but nearly bumped into another boy around his age when he stood back up.

The guardian appointed to him sucked his teeth while staring at the strange child as if he was a pest that neither of them could get rid of. 

Meanwhile, Satoru’s throat tightened when he noticed that the boy was steadying himself by clutching onto his father’s hands. 

The pair were looking at the Digimon Virtual Pet Devices, which the sorcerer already owned in every color. Satoru awkwardly fiddled with the dinosaur creature in his own hands, snaking his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to avoid staring at the natural ease in which the boy’s father doted on him. 

“Is this what you want?” his father asked. 

“Mhmm!” his son eagerly answered, “You should get one too, and we can play together!” 

“Which one would you pick for me?” the father questioned with a smile. 

“I’ll take the yellow and you take the green!” 

“That’s sounds perfect!” his father replied back, before tousling his hair affectionately. 

He then glanced up towards Satoru, who inhaled sharply as they made eye contact. His expression was warm, his cheeks full and round as he squinted his eyes from behind his glasses, making the sides crease as he greeted him with a nod.

Satoru swallowed hard, before awkwardly smiling at the man. 

His guardian cleared his throat, interrupting the young boy from his distraction as he tilted his head towards the exit.

Satoru’s expression fell, simmering with annoyance knowing that his free time was abruptly coming to an end. 

He watched as father and son began walking away, recognizing the rare occurrence in which he was treated so informally. He learned with that small interaction that, outside of the reclusive bubble he’s been stuck in, nobody cared that he was the highly esteemed head of the Gojo household. 

Satoru stood there, subconsciously reaching his own hand to ruffle his hair in an attempt to mimic the father’s affectionate display towards his son and sniffled to himself, blinking back his tears as he tried his best to comprehend what he was yearning for. 

“Master Gojo,” the guardian spoke, his cold tone prompting the boy to look up at him with sad eyes. “Shall we?” 

Satoru begrudgingly handed over the toy he wanted, before following in the guardian’s footsteps as they approached the cash register.

Later that night, Satoru wept softly to himself while hiding underneath his bedsheets. He held the silly dinosaur close to his chest, folding his gangly arms around himself protectively. His limbs were already too long for his small frame, but he just wanted to know what it felt like to be held by somebody who cherished him. 

He often wondered what would happen if anybody were to find him in this state. 

Would they show an ounce of concern and let him cry on their shoulder? 

Would they massage the soft locks of his white hair, and pinch his cheeks to draw out a smile?

Would they pat him on the back and let him know that everything will be okay?

Nobody ever did show up, and that was a bitter pill to swallow.

By the time he was a teenager, Satoru had transitioned into a completely different person.

The once silent child found his voice and he used it with obnoxious conviction.

He believed that no other sorcerer should suffer under a broken system with archaic practices that robbed him of his youth. He was growing accustom to a new normal, one where he could establish real connections with others and formulate friendships while finding his own footing in the world that raised him. The people around him realized he was a force to be reckoned with, and he shook the foundations of the jujutsu society with absolute pride. For the first time in his life, he was seeing the world with new eyes by shattering the glass case that veiled him.

Establishing these connections pulled out the ideology that he was somebody meant to be admired, and Satoru actually found comfort in minimizing his presence. He was given structure, and began disciplining himself with it, because for the most part of his life he could just do whatever he wanted. 

At this point Satoru shouldn’t be surprised how much Suguru impacted his every day life. The former sorcerer, and the only person he considered his equal, played played a huge role in shaping Gojo’s character. 

Despite everything that happened between the pair, Satoru knew that deep down in his heart, he could never forgive his former best friend for turning his back on the morals that he preached. Satoru hated that he absorbed Suguru’s words as lessons, allowing them to seep into every decision that he made while Suguru cut the tether faster than his Six Eyes could even blink.  

However, despite that, the white haired sorcerer missed his best friend with every breath he took.  

They shared a connection that was unmatched. 

Suguru Geto was the closest thing that Satoru ever had to a family, and life had a funny way of snatching things right out of his hands. 

Suguru Geto was Gojo’s person for the longest time. The two of them were inseparable despite their friendship getting off on a rocky start. 

Geto admitted to Gojo that he didn’t like him when they first met. 

“You were so fucking obnoxious,” he teased, and Satoru merely laughed because he knew it was true. 

One night, Suguru showed up at Satoru’s dorm for an assignment that Yaga tasked them for. The dark haired sorcerer was surprised to find Satoru curled up in a ball on his bed, his face buried in the palms of his hands as he shivered in place. 

“Uh...are you...okay?” 

Satoru couldn’t move, he didn’t even notice Suguru sneak up on him with his senses all over the place. He pressed his palms tighter against his eyes, refusing to let him see how flushed his cheeks were or he nearly started crying from the overstimulation. 

“Heh, of course...I am...” he half joked, forcing Suguru to arch his brow. “We have to go, yeah? Just...Just give me a minute...” 

Suguru crouched next to Satoru’s bed, concern masking over his handsome face as he reached his hand out to circle his fingers around Satoru’s wrist. 

He was surprised to find that his infinity wasn’t up, and he gently pulled the pale hand away before widening his gaze. 

“Satoru, what’s wrong?” he asked seriously. 

The sorcerer forced a grin, “Oh, this?” he exhaled a weak laugh, “it just happens sometimes, if...if I overdo it with my...techniques. This one just...seems particularly bad than the episodes I’ve had before...” 

Satoru never understood what prompted Suguru and Shoko to take care of him that night. The two of them had already shared a bond together but they stayed by his side until he felt better. Shoko fed him pieces of candy while Suguru took the time to bandage his eyes. They all fell asleep in the same room and their friendship only blossomed from there. 

The more Satoru opened up to Suguru about his life and childhood, the more the dark haired sorcerer stopped making harsh judgements towards him. He found a happy medium in indulging Satoru’s childish behavior, while also putting his foot down to keep him in place. 

The two of them were supposed to face everything together until the end, but Suguru decided to follow a separate path.

Everything changed after that, and Suguru’s betrayal poisoned everything else around him. Satoru’s relationship with others even took a hit, and to this day neither he or Shoko could bring up Geto without feeling the weight of his loss.

Satoru only ever understood what it meant to love someone when Suguru died. 

That pain is engraved in his heart.

The memories they shared protected in his mind.

Their conversations replaying like songs off an old record.

When he saw the life lift from Suguru’s eyes, his soul carrying on to places where he couldn’t follow, he vowed that his world would never take away anybody else who was precious to him. 

In those fleeting seconds, only one face crossed his mind. 

A pretty face he considered a friend, and his best kept secret: you. 

*** 

Nobody would be able to comprehend how Gojo rationalized his decisions because he never opened up about his experiences. Every choice he made had a reason behind it, including his excuse of keeping his own secrets from you. The reality stemmed from one place; a place that he rarely ever crossed because there were only a few times for him to actually face it.

Fear.

Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and most powerful individual alive, was afraid of losing the people around him.

He understood loneliness better than most, and his humanity reminded him everyday how much he hated it. Beyond that, he was constantly haunted by grief and couldn’t bare to burden anyone else with his life if they had a choice to stay far away from it.

You weaved your way into his heart, tainted his lungs and infiltrated his mind. You were the person that made him recognize the part of him that most people believed never existed. You accepted him for who he was without ever taking into consideration the things that made him Satoru Gojo.

That’s why he buried his feelings when you admitted to him that you had a boyfriend after his first and only attempt in asking you out.

A part of him wanted to reply with the statement: “who the fuck cares?” - Gojo could have swept you off your feet in a heartbeat, but he adored you beyond his own understanding. That’s why he put his own feelings aside and pursued this friendship, because having you in his life mattered more than anything else he wanted. 

Satoru knew there was a reason why he was quick to reject you when you showed up at his apartment. He saw the disappointment on your face, surprised that he would turn you away considering you knew about most of his transgressions. 

He rejected you because an alarm started to blare in the far corners of his mind. He knew for a fact that if he crossed that line with you, there was no way for him to look back. He covered up his hesitations with his flirtatious banter and teasing antics. Praying that couldn’t read the truth that he had to bury back in the vault.

The rules were set up to protect your friendship, but from the moment he pressed his mouth to yours, he knew how much of a challenge it would be to maintain those boundaries.

When his lips brushed yours, he posed the question: “how do you like to be kissed?”

He knew how to make a woman purr in more way than one, but had no idea what made you tick. 

He smiled when you looked at him with heated eyes, practically sensing the blood rushing to your cheeks. He paid attention to the words you shared, before delivering a kiss that had you panting heavily in his arms.

You both may have kissed others before, but this was one you shared together and he had to ensure that he made an unforgettable first impression.

You had no idea how you unraveled him when his deepest fantasies about you came true. How he spiraled into another plane watching your naked body writhe beneath him and how heavenly you tasted on his tongue. The longer he crossed the path the harder it was to contain those feelings locked in that box. When it sprang open with everything pouring out, Satoru knew just how badly he had been rejecting his own feelings. 

He had been denying himself a chance because he never felt good enough to have you. He knew for a fact that his desires would only bring more harm than good, and keeping you at an arm’s length meant that you would always be safe.

Now…

Now the opportunity was here for him to pursue the one thing he only ever dreamed of, but the truth hung over his head like a looming threat. 

Satoru would never take back the night of the Halloween Party, knowing for a fact that he would have made those same decisions over and over again, but how could he explain that to you?

How could he make you understand that everything he thought about came from a place of good intention. That seeing you smile was the only thing he cared about, and if anything were to threaten that then he would take matters into his own hands.

Three years he’s kept the truth hidden from you, but now he had to face the consequences of his actions if this was ever going to work. 

He wanted this to work. 

He needed to this work. 

Few people had the privilege of knowing him on a personal level, but you chose him.

You could have always pushed him away, but instead you let him further in. He still couldn’t my comprehend that you liked him for who he was, and bridging the gap meant that one of his biggest worries was at the forefront of his mind. 

He recited the words in his head over and over again while standing outside your apartment door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Satoru released one more breath before softly knocking and taking the next important step. 

The look on your face threw him off, contrasting the tone in your voice when you called him yesterday. Your eyes were sunken in indicating that you had not slept well and he furrowed his brows with concern.

One hand reached to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin lightly. 

“What’s wrong, Angel?” 

You closed your eyes upon hearing the pet name reserved only for you and clutched onto his sweater, hesitant to speak as you wet your lips before looking up at him from under your lashes. 

“I...I need to ask you something, and please, please just...tell me the truth because...I need to hear it from you...” 

Satoru froze in place and his heart stopped beating.

“Did you know?” your voice came out in a low whisper. “Did you know…that Haru was cheating on me?” 

The golden spoon that fed Satoru Gojo his life, gave him everything except the things that he truly wanted.

Your question broke his heart, and he was ready to drop to his knees and grovel with strings of an apology as he begged for your forgiveness.

“I guess we should talk…” he announced in place of his desperation.

He pinched his lids and sighed before loosening his grip around the bouquet. He reached his other hand out toward you, interlacing your fingers in your own as he lead you inside your apartment.

He placed the flowers on the table, before finding a seat on the sofa. The tension knotting between his shoulder blades and weighing down on his chest. He looked into your confused and hurt eyes, all the while hearing Suguru whisper,“I told you so,” in the back of his mind.

***

CHAPTER 11: HALLOWEEN (1)

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[artistgoudeau]

Drabble: Sugar daddy Erwin x femreader! Minors do NOT interact! 18 + only

Song inspiration: https://open.spotify.com/track/2ViSWfhT0kvEulXA1HH7Wk?si=vzHAwRG9RzO0D7tvEm8Ing

Ok so what about a sugar daddy Erwin who finds a fem sugar baby who grew up poor as dirt.

Becomes a HUGE simp! 😍 Like he met her while she was working one of her three jobs and paying for a sh*tty apartment. She catches his eye when she takes his dinner order and she’s clearly tired but is cherry and polite as possible to all of the guests. He becomes a regular at the restaurant she serves and always asks about her and her life. They exchange stories and experiences with each other and become basically friends. She doesn’t know he’s super rich at first until he finally asks her to accompany him to some job party he’s having. She thinks it’s just a regular office party until he sends her a dress that costs more than 3 months rent! He picks her up in a Mercedes and takes her to a gala event for his company where he is the CEO (cause duh). He apologizes afterwards for kinda misleading her but makes it up by bombarding her with gifts and dates. And when he learns about the extent of your debt/poverty, he helps convince you to quit your job and be his baby full time. He ✨SPOILS ✨ you to the point where you’re concerned that he’s speeding too much of his money on you. But he’s not concerned and buys you cars, plane tickets to wherever you want to go, custom designed clothes, luxury makeup and other hygiene products. The whole nine yards.

He HATES thinking of you having nothing to your name. Although you are very used to the struggle life, he doesn’t think a perfect being such as you should ever have anything less than perfection and luxury. He wants you to be his queen and never have to worry about anything ever again. You tell him about your childhood where your single mother did everything she could to make life work for your family. She would regularly go without food or other necessities in order to make sure the family was taken care of. Hearing this breaks his heart. He’s always been privileged even after the death of his father. He has always had more than enough. You reminded him that money isn’t everything. You were poor yes but you were happy. Your family was together and you were able to find other joys in life. At this point he realizes he loves you and wants to keep you around as possible but he can’t tell you yet befits he knows if you love him too. His exes had all acted very sweet at first but would later turn into something else entirely after he confessed his feelings. They only wanted his money. He wanted to be truly loved. 🥺❤️

You spend more time at his place these days. Not that you or him mind. He’ll eventually have you move in and even give you your own room when you want privacy. You’re so domestic with him. Making him meals and helping relax after a long day of work. You always greet him with hugs and kisses when he gets home from work. “Muah! Daddy hi! Let me get your jacket! Would you like me to pour your drink?” “Hello darling. A drink would be lovely yes.” He’s smiling like an idiot watching you bounce away to his mini bar to pour him a scotch (neat ✨) . “It smells heavenly in here. What are you making?” “Ha. It’s just chicken with some sides, nothing special.” You couldn’t possibly know how much it means to him to have you cook him meals and tend to him almost like a husband. In your mind, it was the very least you could do after all he’s given you.

When he is gone for business trips he has you send him pics and videos of you playing with your toys and stuffing your fingers in your pussy. He loves soap shower/bath pics the best. Whenever he gets the chance he’ll have a video call with you, giving you directions on how he wants you to touch yourself. “That’s it baby, now add another finger. Come on, I know you can do it sweetie. You take my fingers so well, just pretend it’s me. I know it’s not the same. I’ll be home soon to stuff your little cunt proper.” He says the filthiest things when he’s in that mood. You can see his cock leaking from the tip as he’s stroking himself. You can even hear the wet sound from his rapid strokes. 🥵😳 “See what you do to me baby? I’m so hard for you. I miss you so much.”

You are so grateful to him (cause you were raised with manners)✌🏾. You make sure to thank him as much as possible for his generosity. You write him letters and get him cards that you hope can convey your gratitude. And in addition, you gobble up that cock like you need it to live. 😝 He praises your efforts, “There’s a good girl, Daddy loves the way you take him so deep.” He knows he has a lot to handle, but he’s touched at your enthusiasm to please him. Don’t worry, you both have plenty of time to get his dick fully down your throat. ☺️His favorite positions are to have you bouncing on his dick in his office and in bed. He loves making you good his little cock sleeve and watches as his dick splits you wide open. He loves to give you praise after you’ve been so good for him. “Just like that Angel, use my cock to make yourself cum.” “So perfect, my little princess, you deserve the best. I’ll give you anything you want love.” “So good for me, you’re so fucking tight!” Absolutely fantasies about marrying you. (Especially after you swallow his cock whole the first time 🤪. This man almost lost his composure and bucked his hips forward making you gag.😩. )

Can you tell I have a problem? 😭 let know what you guys think 😬