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Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Steve Rogers
Part of the mob drabbles au
Summary:Â you are given an unexpected assignment.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â¤ď¸
The woman doesnât say a word as she gets in the car. You donât either. The tension in the car is like the sound of glass about to break. Each breath is another crack.Â
The fourth passenger in the car is your confusion. Youâre not quite sure why youâre still there. The job is done, right? And this is business. Not your business. You donât ask. Questions are a bad idea with these kind of people.Â
Rogers drives out of town. The old warehouse is ominous and youâre happy youâre not the one he tells to get out. The woman doesnât hesitate even as you can sense her uncertainty. You only get a brief glimpse of her as she goes as the car pulls away swiftly.Â
He retraces the same route. He clears his throat as he passes the city marker. âWe needa talk,â he says.Â
âWe do?â You eke out.Â
He sighs and adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, âlook, Iâm taking you home. You did your job.âÂ
âOh, okay,â you fold your hands in your lap.Â
âSo, letâs discuss the elephant in the room. Discretion,â he intones.Â
You thoughtfully mull the world. As far as youâre concerned, the moment youâre out of the car, itâs all behind you. Just a weird fever dream you can forget about.Â
âNot that anyone should ask but if they do, you know nothing.âÂ
He stares at you intently. His blue eyes are bright despite the shadows, as his beard and hair swallow up the dark. He really is a frightening man. Youâre fortunate to be walking away. You know that at least.Â
âSure,â you agree.Â
âOpen the glove box. Your take is in there,â he says.Â
You lean forward and do as he says. You take out the envelope. Itâs stuffed with bills. That wonât be suspicious at all. Youâll deposit it a little at a time. Wait, should you accept this? Itâs blood money, isnât it?Â
âAll yours. Iâm sure you can figure out something to do with it,â he says.Â
You recognize the streets around you. Your neighbourhood isnât the nicest but itâs home. For now. You watch through the window as you ponder your deal with the devil. You wonât argue with him but you could always give the money to a good cause.Â
He pulls up to your building and you tuck the envelope in your purse. Thatâs it. Itâs over. Itâll just be a funny story to tell in twenty years when the heatâs off of you. People wonât believe someone like you had a brush with danger. You can hardly believe it yourself.Â
âIâll stay here til youâre inside. Make sure you donât have anyone tryna snatch your purse,â he says.Â
You look at him, âwhat are you walking about?âÂ
He squints and his lashes flick. He shakes his head, âwhat?âÂ
âWho are you?â You ask.Â
His lips part and he pauses before he speaks, âyou hit your head?âÂ
âDiscretion,â you say. âRemember? I donât.â You tap your head and pull the door handle, âhave a good night. Or, er, life.âÂ
You shut the door gently and turn away. You let out a breath and march staunchly up to the front door. You sense him watching you but youâre not bothered. Itâs over. Youâre free.Â
You go inside, certain to pull the grate door closed heavily before you continue up to your unit. As you get inside, you let your shoulders drop and hang your head back. No more scary men and hopefully, no more fainting.Â
You take out your phone and find it just as lifeless as ever. You have a few notices to keep up your game streak but nothing important. Just an email.Â
Wait. Before you can swipe it away, your brain catches the name. You applied to the firm months ago. Please, donât be another rejection.Â
You open it, one hand on your phone, the other stirring around for the envelope in your bag. You carry both through the front room of your apartment and into the bedroom. You tap the email to open and put the phone down to look for a hiding spot.Â
You tuck the money under your mattress and reclaim your cell. You sit on the bed and read. Itâs an offer for an interview. Great timing too. The sooner you can get out of this city, the better. Youâve seen its dark underbelly. No thank you.Â
You reply, drafting your acceptance several times before sending. Content, you stretch out the last of the tension. You feel bad for all those people; the man that Rogers beat in the middle of the road, Warren, and whoever that woman was in the backseat. Still, all you have is your empathy. You canât do much for any of them.Â
The night passes so dully that you can almost believe you dreamt the last three days. In the morning, youâre back to the usual, though it doesnât feel quite so. You get dressed, pack your lunch, and set off for the firm.Â
You greet Geraldine as she unlocks the front door of the office. Sheâs happy to see you. Youâre less than happy to see your desk. Thereâs a dozen post-its stuck to your keyboard. Each with a name and file number. Thatâs everything you have to catch up on, all scribbled in Brennerâs tight lettering.Â
You sit and stack them up neatly. Brenner shows up an hour later. Heâs hung over. You can tell by how he keeps his sunglasses on and goes through coffee like a siphon.Â
Neither of them acknowledge your absence. They donât ask and you donât mention it. If all things go to plan, soon enough, your desk will be filled by someone else.Â
You get through a couple post-its before lunch then check your phone. You have a time and date for the interview. Things are moving along. Youâre already fantasizing about giving your two-week notice.Â
Youâre going to be out of here, onto greater things. Just like you set out for. Well, itâs just an interview. You need to be practical about this. One step at a time. For now, you need to shovel through the pile of shit before you. Fresh air is just around the corner.Â
#steve rogers#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#series#drabble#sum of all#au#mob au#mcu#marvel#captain america#avengers
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More than what you see
Remus Lupin x reader
Summary: You need to remind your boyfriend how much he is worthy off once again after a terrible full moon
Note: English is not my first language so it probably has some mistakes! It´s pure fluff with hurt/comfort from reader to Remus because i just love this prompt so much.
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He was barely holding himself together; shoulders slumped as he leaned against the cold wall of your bedroom. Still, as you reached for him, he shifted, pulling his torn sleeves down over the raw skin on his arms.
âDonât. Iâm fine,â he muttered, but the words lacked conviction, his voice barely a hoarse whisper. He tried to tug the tattered fabric tighter, as if hiding the wounds could somehow shield you from seeing just how much he was hurting.
You knelt beside him, hands hovering just inches away, waiting. He took a shuddering breath, eyes fixed somewhere over your shoulder, guilt flickering in them. âYou⌠you shouldnât have to keep doing this,â he mumbled, voice cracking as he finally let his head fall back against the wall. He was quiet for a moment, then added, âI donât want you to see me like this. Not⌠every time.â
You bit your inner cheek at his words, your own heart aching for him. âBut I want to be here for you. I want to help you,â you said slowly and softly, making sure not to elevate your tone. âPlease, let me help you.â
He looked up at you; it still felt surreal to him to have someone in his life who wasnât annoyed or bothered by his condition, even after years of friendship and months of dating. He just looked at you for a moment and nodded, allowing you to care for him.
You smiled softly and grabbed the hem of his shirt, slowly and carefully beginning to take it off him, the new scars along his chest revealed.
âItâs not like I prefer you with clothes anyway,â you muttered playfully, trying to lighten the mood as you let his shirt fall to the floor and reached for the med kit beside your bed.
He looked away, trying to hide a hint of a smile as you joked. It definitely helped reduce the tension. âShut up,â he muttered back.
He tried to relax as you gently tended to his wounds, first disinfecting them and cleaning the dried blood from his chest and arms. âItâs not that bad, really,â he mumbled, wincing only slightly a few times when the cloth touched a particularly painful spot.
He was trying to downplay the whole thing, acting like he wasnât struggling. He didnât want to bother you or make you worry. Even so, the fact that you were here with him, taking care of him, made his heart fill with a different kind of comfort.
âRem,â you called out softly. âI worry and heal freaking birds when they have a broken wing or something. You clearly went mad if you think I wonât help my boyfriend,â you teased him.
Remus raised an eyebrow, giving you a deadpan stare. âIâm offended that youâre comparing me to a bird,â he joked back, appreciating your playful banter. âYouâre too good for me, you know that, donât you?â he muttered, the smile that was beginning to form at the corners of his lips fading a little.
You finished healing his wounds and set the med kit on the table next to the bed before sitting in front of him, looking at him.
âI donât know that. What I do know is that you donât give yourself enough credit. Iâm only good for you because youâre good for me. Thatâs how we work,â you spoke softly, brushing his hair out of his face.
He let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. Of course, he had his moments of confidence and self-acceptance. Still, on days like this, his self-esteem hit an all-time low, and he couldnât help but feel like you were doing too much for him.
âBut Iâm a werewolf,â he pointed out in a low voice. His mind kept telling him that someone as good as you should run as far away as possible from a creature like him, not stay and care for him.
âYou are Remus Lupin,â you said quickly and softly. âYou are my friend and my boyfriend. Being a werewolf is part of you, but it doesnât define you. You are you, and you happen to be the most amazing person Iâve ever met.â
He swallowed hard at your words, feeling a mixture of emotions welling up inside him. It wasnât as if no one had ever said something kind to him; thanks to Merlin, he had wonderful friends. But those words coming from you always hit him hard. He still hesitated to believe them, though. âI donât deserve you.â
âRem,â you mumbled softly, your own heart breaking at how he couldnât see himself as you did. You cupped his face softly and made him look at you. âYou know me; if I even thought for a second that you were a monster, I wouldnât be here. I wouldnât be dating you, and I wouldnât be telling you how amazing you are. But I am here because you, Remus Lupin, are nowhere near a monster. Not even close.â
He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of your soft hands as you cupped his face. Your words were like a warm caress that soothed his aching heart, but he still struggled internally to let your message sink in. âI just donât want to hurt you,â he muttered, opening his eyes and looking into yours. âYou deserve someone whoâs normal, someone who isnât a walking time bomb.â
âI know what Iâm worthy of,â you cut him off softly, not wanting him to keep talking down about himself. âIâm worthy of someone who loves and appreciates me. Someone whoâs with me at all times, who cries with me when something bad happens, and who laughs with me when something good happens. Iâm worthy of love and devotion. Of someone whoâll come to me the moment I call them, even if theyâre doing something important. Of someone who makes me feel safe,â you spoke sweetly, caressing his cheek. âAnd that someone is you.â
Remus was quiet for a few moments, his eyes locked on yours as he took in your words. Each sentence was like a knife, tearing down the walls heâd built around himself. He swallowed hard against a sudden lump in his throat. âYou do deserve that,â he managed to say at last.
âAnd you give me all of that and more,â you let out a short laugh. âMerlin, I used to think I was such a loser, Remus. Really, I always thought nobody would ever have the patience to even try to date me. But then you appeared, and you were you. You were the only oneâand still areâwho lets me ramble for hours about silly things. Youâre the one who makes me feel loved. No monster could ever do that.â
His heart clenched at your words. The thought of you thinking of yourself as a loser tore at his soul. How could you, the kindest, sweetest, and most generous person, ever think something like that? He reached out and took your hands in his, holding them tight. âYou are not a loser,â he murmured softly. âYou are vibrant, caring, and everything good in the world.â
You smiled at his words and squeezed his hands. âSo are you, and it pains me that you donât realize. I love you, everything about you.â
Remusâs breath hitched at your words. The feeling of your hands clutching his and your smile washing over him left him lost for words, unable to find the right response to express just how deeply your love affected him.
âI love you too,â he choked, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. âMore than anything in the world.â
âI will tell you every day that you are not a monster until it gets into your thick head, do you understand me, Lupin?â you mumbled softly, teasingly.
He let out a soft chuckle, a mix of amusement and affection. âTrust me, youâre loud enough that itâs impossible to ignore what you say,â he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, making you roll your eyes in playful banter.
âBut in all seriousness,â he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, the tension and lingering self-doubt slowly melting away. âIâll try to stop beating myself up all the time.â
You smiled widely at his words. âCan I kiss you now?â you asked playfully, making him chuckle.
âOf course, dove.â
He leaned in, closing the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a slow, soft kiss filled with reassurance and love.
The next day, when you went off in the afternoon to spend time with your friends, he went to a jewelry shop and bought an engagement ring.
#marauders era#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#the marauders#remus lupin x you#harry potter#james potter#sirius black
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Please, I have so much love for your fem!stan, please tell me your thoughts about fem!mulletstan, or fem!drifterstan. I once read a fanfic where Filbrick kicking out Stan was just a scare tactic, I imagine heâd have the same sentiment for a female Stan as well, but heâs too prideful to go get his little girl after it backfires and she doesnât come back home.
Meanwhile, Stanâs determined to prove sheâs just as capable as any boy after years of being undermined for being born a girl! Even so, sheâs not above using her feminine wiles to sling her FDA acknowledged merchandise, after all sex sells. Eventually she soon realizes that sex does indeed sell.
OOOHH Anon, tesoro, SAPESSI! You have no idea how happy your messages makes me, because youâre enabling me to YAP about my favorite topic, that Iâve been thinking about A LOT. Thank you so much! WARNING: Stancest is ALWAYS implied/established in my musings. The following lucubrations are no exception. In general, I think fem!Stan would get punished way less harshly than his canon male counterpart. Not that sheâs coddled or untouchable- Constance would get hit occasionally, if she acts way out of the line, by both parents. But, I personally donât think kicking her out would ever be a thing- not even as a threat: Given the time period/culture, the (horrible) assumption that throwing a teen boy out would not only be a punishment, but also a formative experience of sort- to make him self-sufficient- would NEVER be expected to apply to a girl. On the contrary: Constance would be perceived as someone that could NEVER be self-sufficient. Not only because sheâs the âgentle sexâ, but also because sheâs a weird, off-putting dunce of a girl, unlikely to get picked by a wealthy enough- or even honest man that would take care and provide for her. If we were talking about a version of this universe where the machine accident happens like in canon, Constance would receive a slap across the face, as a punishment for what she did, and a particularly heated, demeaning tirade from Filbrick, imo. Now, that said--- I have two main favorite divergences, Iâve toyed with, for fem!Stan's future:
1) A version where Constance did destroy Fordâs machine, on purpose, in a fit of anger, because sheâs subconsciously trying to get kicked out: rationally, she is aware how hard and scary it would be to run away from home, and that her family would look for her. But, if they HATED her, not only they wouldnât feel bad, theyâd also take the very hard decision for her, of cutting her out. But, what happens is that- they DO act like they despise her- but still, they wonât kick her out! Itâs an outcome so painful and so humiliating, itâs the final straw that makes Constance snap and run away- to basically become drifter!Stan. And, Fordâs resentment and hatred, in this version, not only comes from Stan taking away his chance to go to his ideal College, but also because she abandoned him! Off to live her indecent, dangerous life with some biker- probably- when if, had she been patient for a few years- had she truly loved him as she said- Ford would had been the one to provide for her- spoil her rotten, even. Like, this is a universe where Ford was THE only eldest son, with an implicit duty to be his sisterâs protector, and if you add in heâs been in love with her, too⌠In the 10-years-later reunion, Ford would have this incel-like feeling of pain and humiliation- because his baby sister at his door is wearing a miniskirt, and her hair is cut so short, and itâs evident sheâs not that innocent anymore. But still, as tired and battered by life as she is, Constance would still NOT be begging Ford to be her savior and mer-- and let him take care of her! [Complicated incestuous tension ensues].
Version number 2) Constance accidentally destroyed Fordâs machine, just like in canon- but doesnât get kicked out and- since sheâs a girl and Ford is more protective and softer, after some silent treatment, he forgives her. And actually, he uses what happened to his advantage, to coax Constance into following him to Backupsmore: "itâs gonna take him so much more time to become successful, now that heâs relegated to that college, meaning he and Stan would end up separated so much longer! Sheâd have to remain at Glass Shard Beach all alone, for ages! But.. if she followed him, she could get a job, a room apartment of her own, and⌠nobody would know them, over there. They could even date in secret." And, Constance would hesitate, because she dreads an unfulfilling future as her brotherâs accessory, but also, she is in love with him, and she inevitably internalized part of the sexism sheâs been subjected to for most of her life, so⌠she accepts. Even pumps herself up, gaslights herself into thinking itâs gonna be a fresh, exciting new start, away from her shitty small town. And indeed⌠Even if the twins enjoy the relative freedom of their romance, far from home, inevitably Constance feels unsatisfied, like she just switched the background, but sheâs still working as a waitress, doing nothing she truly loves, or feels good at. Thatâs when I like to imagine she ends up messing it up big time, by joining an MLM or something, in attempt to find her own success lmao. AND, itâs complicated, because she does find out she is actually GOOD at selling shit to people. This is her true calling! But, the business was scummy as fuck- to an illegal degree- and she ends up arrested for the first time. And, escapes from prison for the first time. Stan is a chaotic disaster, impossible to contain, in every universe. To make it short, once again the story goes back to its tracks, and Ford and Stan separate dramatically. Now, this version actually had a VERY angsty ship-focused sub-divergent version with Fiddleford involved, and a very jealous Ford. But I donât even know if youâd be interested in that, so Iâll stop here. ++++ I do love that part of your ask, about Stan realizing she can use her sex-appeal to her advantage... To imagine her seducing people into helping her/condoning her schemes is so fucking sexy~ I will think of a specific scenario, because damn.
#stancest#fem!Stan#genderswap#stan pines#long post#oh shit I really gotta go to bed#mmhh it's pretty late so if this whole ramble is a mess I blame lack of sleep#I still hope you'll enjoy reading
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The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 11
Just two more chapters to go. The tension is ramping up and you're gonna want to hold on to your seats. This is the penultimate chapter before everything is revealed. And hooboy is it going to be great fun.
In this we find out who the cleaner was and he gives Eddie the final clue he needs to stop his troubles once and for all.
Part 1Â Part 2Â Part 3 Part 4 Part 5Â Part 6Â Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
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Eddie enjoyed watching the cleaning crew. They were like bees in a hive, not bumping up against each other or trying to do the same tasks. Cleaning up after some days was hell, like Tuesdays and Saturdays and he always made sure to pay extra on those days.
That said, he really didnât know any of them. The only familiar faces were the foremen. Eddie has asked the head forman about it once and was told that cleaning Hellfire was such a cushy job that he rotated teams so that everyone got a chance at it.
So imagine his surprise when one of the cleaners stopped Steve on his way out of the dressing room for a short chat.
It looked a little heated, if Eddie was being honest and was about to step in when Steve broke away from the conversation and drifted his direction.
Eddie cocked his head toward the cleaner. âWho was that?â
âAn old friend of mine,â Steve said with a shrug. âI didnât realize he had fallen on such hard times. Apparently his mom broke her hip and hasnât been able to work for the last year.â
âThatâs rough,â Eddie said, and waved his arm for Steve to go first. âI donât know how much the cleaners make, but maybe if he puts in an application we can find him something to do here. Hell, he could work in the kitchen if Monty liked him well enough.â
His chef was a thin, wiry looking fellow, but he knew how to make the best club food anyone had ever tasted. He was also particular about who worked with him. But Monty could always use an extra hand or two and it would never hurt to try.
âIâll let him know the next time I see him,â Steve said with a fond smile. âHeâs also got a little brother in college, maybe have him apply too. Couldnât hurt. Whatâs the least thatâs going to happen, you say no? They wonât be any worse off for applying.â
âYeah,â Eddie agreed. He didnât think that he would hire either of them if he was honest, but like Steve said, they wouldnât be worse off for it. âSo how was Creepy McCreepy?â
Steve bumped Eddie with his hip. âHenry Creel was fine. Heâs just passing through, by the way, Mr. Worry Wort. I think he has bigger fish to fry then some high end exotic dancing club. Not that this place isnât worth scalping, but I think heâs aiming for higher?â
âWorld domination?â Eddie teased, leaning into Steve space.
He laughed and nudged him away with his elbow. âYeah, probably.â
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Eddie ended up meeting with Steveâs friend because the guy needed consistent money coming in and while cleaning job paid okay, it really didnât have many regular clients other than the club. Mostly they cleaned up after major sporting events, political conventions, stuff like that. And with their boss Murray always rotating the crew who cleaned the club, some weeks were good, others not so much.
Eddie had to admit that guy cleaned up really good. With his hair out of his face and wearing nice clothes, he wasnât bad to look at.
âJonathan Byers?â he said, rising to greet him from a table he had sectioned off for the interview.
âYeah,â he said, shaking Eddieâs hand. âThanks for agreeing to see me.â
Eddie smiled. âNo problem. Iâm sorry to hear about your mom.â
âThank you.â
Eddie pulled out three pages and spread them out in front of Jonathan. âThere are three positions open right now, letâs see if you fit any one of them.â
He pointed to the first one. âThis is for the busser position. Basically you go around after people have left to take away plates and glasses as well as pick up any tips. Youâll get a small portion of the tips but mostly itâs a flat rate of $15 an hour.â
Jonathan nodded.
âThis one is for a cookâs assistant,â Eddie said tapping on the second one. âOften called a prep chef in bigger kitchens. Basically youâll prepare everything for the chef and put it in the fridge for him to grab as he goes. Youâll get here at 4pm and leave at 8pm when the club opens. Pay is $22 an hour because itâs only four hours a day.â
Again Jonathan nodded. âThat makes sense.â
âAnd finally the waiter position,â Eddie said. âThis one in the highest paid, but also the most demanding. Youâll only have two days off a week and youâll work from 8pm-2am. Base pay is $15 an hour, but you get a set amount of tips every night. Usually itâs percentage, but if itâs a rough night, youâll see a base pay of $200 in tips for the night. You arenât expected to pimp for tips as it were, as you arenât the main attraction. Youâll be invisible for most of the time and some will even get mad at you for blocking their view of the show.â
âWow,â Jonathan said. âThatâs really fucking generous.â
âI try to be,â Eddie said cocking his head to side, âbecause living in this hellscape we call American Capitalism is hard enough without having to worry about not having enough money for shit.â
âCan I take these with me and then send over my resume for the position Iâm most interested in applying for?â Jonathan asked, placing his hand over the a couple of the pages.
âSure thing,â Eddie said. âI have copies on my computer. Iâll give you to the end of the week, otherwise Iâm going to have to start looking elsewhere.â He stood up and Jonathan did the same.
âThatâs fair,â Jonathan said, holding up the pages. âThanks for this. Because you gave me a chance, even if I donât end up working here.â
They shook hands.
âLet me walk you to your car,â Eddie said, waving his arm for Jonathan to go first.
He huffed out a laugh. âI donât have a car right now, my girlfriend is coming to pick me.â
âThen Iâll wait with you,â Eddie offered.
Jonathan considered it a moment and then shrugged. âSure, man. Whatever.â
They walked out to the curb and chatted about Jonathanâs family and how his mom was doing. âMy brother is going to be famous one day,â Jonathan said with pride. âHe is such an amazing painter, his work should be hung galleries.â
âYeah?â Eddie said with a smile. He knew that tone of voice. It was the same tone Wayne got when he talked about him. âSo what did baby Jonathan Byers want to be when he grew up?â
âThis is going to sound so weird,â Jonathan said with a smirk, âbut a bug photographer. Not wild life in general. Bugs. Creepy crawlies. Insects and spiders. I loved that shit as a kid. I donât know how many times I freaked out my mom by bringing in a new bug to take pictures of and then release back into the wild.â
âYoung Eddie would have loved you,â he said softly. âI liked bugs and critters you arenât supposed to go anywhere near. Raccoons, possums, squirrels. Baby Eddie loved them all. My mom,â he wagged his hand back and forth, ânot so much.â
âThere she is now,â Jonathan said jutting his chin at the red hatchback pulling into the parking lot.
Eddie pursed his lips and resolved not to say a damn word until she did.
And oh boy did she ever. She got out of the car and immediately started yelling at Jonathan.
âWhat on earth are you doing here?â she cried. âI thought you had an interview.â
Eddie tilted his head to side. âNot an interview yet, more like a fact finding mission. But I like him.â He grinned at her.
âI forbid you from working here!â she shrieked. âThis is a den of sin! I have vowed to take it down.â
âNancy,â Jonathan said warningly. âWeâve had this discussion. If I didnât work at every place you found morally objectionable, I wouldnât be able to work at all. I just need something stable until Will graduates and Mom can move around on her own again.â
âWhen you told me that Steve was working in this hive of iniquity ,â Nancy growled, âI made it my responsibility to shut it down once and for all. To save Steve, to save you from having to sweep the vile filth from its floors.â
âWhat?!â Jonathan cried. âI didnât tell you Steve was working here to have you go on one of your crusades. I told you because Steve was a good friend when both of you were dancing ballet together.â
âItâs a sin!â she cried one more time.
âSo is fornication,â Jonathan huffed. âAnd breaking and entering and a shit ton of other things you do that are supposedly okay as long as you do them.â
Nancy folded her arms and stomped her foot. âThatâs not the same and you know it. They have actual fucking nights dedicated to a specific deadly sin. I may have broken a few laws in my time, but I would never stoop the depths of depravity that his club sinks to!â
âYou continue with this vendetta,â Jonathan warned, âand I swear to God, weâre through. There is nothing wrong with what they do. So what if people see them naked. Donât go see it. Your rights stop at their personhood. You can only dictate what you do and not anyone else.â
He turned to Eddie. âCan you take me home? I donât think I want to be in the same car as her.â
âSure thing, man,â he replied, thumbing behind him. âJust let me lock up and Iâll be right out.â
When he came back Nancy had gone and Jonathan looked like a kicked puppy.
âYou ready to go?â
Jonathan nodded and without a word followed him to his car. After get the address and putting it into the GPS, Eddie said, âIâm sorry about how she acted. Has she done this sort of thing before?â
âWhen I first graduated high school I got a job at a photography studio,â he muttered. âI took pictures of babies and toddlers. I had this cute little pink rabbit that never failed to get a smile.â He cleared his throat. âShe found out that in addition to family portraits, bridal and wedding photos, they also did boudoir photo shoots.â
âOh no,â Eddie moaned, completely seeing where this was going.
âYeah,â Jonathan said with a sniffle. âShe got the place shut down when she found out that some officialâs daughter got them for the guy she was sleeping with, who was not her fiancĂŠ.â
Eddie frowned. That sounded too familiar.
âAnyway,â Jonathan continued, âthis bitch got the whole place shut down and suddenly I was without a job. If I ever find her, I think Iâd like to strangle her with my bare hands.â
âHer named wouldnât be Heather Holloway, would it? Mayor Kirk Hollowayâs daughter?â Eddie asked running his tongue over his upper lip slowly.
Jonathan snapped his fingers. âYeah, thatâs the snake in the grass.â
Eddie pulled off to the side of the road and closed his eyes. âItâs a fucking scam. Holy shit! Itâs a fucking scam.â
âWhat is?â Jonathan asked.
Eddie turned around. âI just figured the whole thing out. All of it. The attacks against Steve, Billy getting caught with his hands up the wrong skirt, Jason fucking Carver. Iâve got to give it to your girl, she is one smart manipulative bitch. But Iâm smarter.â
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Iâm Not Your FiancĂŠe, Ranma [a ranma saotome with fem!reader mini series] part two
warnings: anime/manga spoilers, slight canon divergence, very mild Akane bashing.
Hey guys and welcome back to the second episode in this mini series! Itâs been a wild ride writing for this classic anime, and so far the Netflix remake has delivered in laughs, drama, and slow-burn romantic tension!
Thank you all so much for supporting this content, I honestly wasnât expecting so much positive feedback from everyone or to have requests to join the taglist! đ Shout-out to my dear friend @deathmetalunicorn1 who helped me figure out a unique and fun way to write out this part, a journal entry from the one and only Nabiki Tendo!
So with that being said, sit back, relax, and watch for that bucket of cold water! :3
Who would have thought that Ranma Saotome would actually stand up for himself and spout off a subtle confession of love towards my little sister? Now, my dear Confidante, you may think he finally said it to Akane, and that the constant drama in my house would finally quiet down and there would be some peace, the likes of which hasn't happened since the pigtailed boy and his father came knocking on our door last year. Alas, that is not the case, because Ranma declared in the dojo that he wanted to have my adorable little [First Name] be the person he was engaged to rather than tolerate my sister once more.
Not that I blame him, really.
As much as I love Akane and the huge wade of bills I can bring home from selling photos of her at school, she can be a violent maniac whenever jealousy rears its ugly head and makes a big deal out of everything. Seriously, and I thought she was already a handful with her constant declarations of hating men, though I partially blame Kuno for that one, even if he is one of my best clients. Let me continue before I get off track. As the old saying goes, âtime is money.â Naturally, Daddy and Mr. Saotome did not take the proclamation very well. It wasnât even a minute before they stomped into the dojo and started yelling at him.
âRanma, how could you?!â Daddy wailed as crocodile tears streamed down his face. âI know you and Akane love each other, thatâs why you must go through with this engagement!â
âBoy, do you even know what you know what you are saying?!â Mr. Saotome bellowed. âAkane is your fiancee! It is your duty to marry her and carry on the school!â
Ranma scowled. âOh, really? Do ya think she can even teach a student without flyinâ off the handle? Anâ ya donât have to be good at martial arts to run this place, anyway!â His hands hung by his sides, clenching and unclenching into tight fists. Thatâs usually a sign when heâs trying to reign in his own anger. âI told ya before that I didnât come all the way here just so you can marry me off, but ya didnât listen! So for once in your miserable old life, let me get a say in who I want to spend the rest of my life with!â He then turned to Daddy. âMr. Tendo, I donât love Akane. I meanâŚI did, or I thought I did, but all she does is get mad at me for things I didnât do and make me try her cooking! She thinks Iâm goinâ behind her back with Ukyo anâ Shampoo when theyâre the ones who come onto me! What the heck am I supposed to do in that situation, anyway?!â
You could have just told them off, Ranma. But itâs your vow as a martial artist to never strike a girl. Thatâs how youâve always been. As for [First Name]? Well, she was still on the floor, in shock at what she heard for a bit until she stood up and stepped in front of Ranma, shielding him from Daddy as his battle aura oozed into the dojo, changing my sweet dear Daddy into a demon version of himself, large head with a forked tongue and all that jazz.
âDad, enough.â [First Name] said firmly. âRanma has done nothing wrong. Ever since heâs been here, youâve always blamed him for Akaneâs unhappiness. Iâm not saying he isnât completely innocent, because sometimes it is his fault. But if what heâs saying is true, then we need to respect his decision. Mr. Saotome, I know you want to keep your promise to your old friend, but this engagement is something he didnât want. Itâs not what Akane wanted either, but everyone pushed them together. You perceived their loud shouting as adorable and believed they were a lovely couple.â [First Name] scoffed. âDonât make me repeat myself, Father. Back. Off.â
Imagine my surprise when my easygoing little sister exerted her own battle aura into the dojo, something that rarely happens unless sheâs extremely angered. I can do it, and so can Kasumi, but itâs like with [First Name]. Only when weâre really furious and thatâs fine with me. Iâd rather put my energy into making more money. Daddy also found it surprising, as he quickly redirected the conversation back to the problem.
âB-but the schools, sweetie! We must unite the schools before Mr. Saotome and I pass on! You know, the only way to accomplish that is through a betrothal!â I almost gagged at the sound of his whiny voice. Good grief, how pathetic.
âAn engagement, not a business negotiation between two old friends?â [First Name] countered. âWhere one of us manages the school, and Ranma and some other teachers can coach the students? Have you ever entertained that possibility?â
âAre you questioning our judgement, girl?!â Mr. Saotome snarled.
âIâm questioning your sanity!â
Naturally, I intervened before things got too messy. I told them all to calm down, and offered a solution: itâs obvious that Ranma does not want to get back with Akane, and he has expressed an interest in [First Name]. I had no interest in taking up bridal duties again. Iâm pretty sure Kasumi still doesnât like younger men, and has expressed little interest in dating either, at least that I know of. So, why not switch the engagement from Akane, and have [First Name] be his new fiancee? Weâll see how things go, and no pressuring them to do anything they werenât ready for unless Daddy and Mr. Saotome want this arrangement to not work out because of their meddling. But my little sisterâs earlier proposition wasnât bad either, if things didnât work out between Ranma and [First Name]. No one really gets engaged in high school anymore, and there are other ways to manage a martial arts school that didnât involve marriage. I guess the reason Daddy never considered that idea is that he really wants one of us to marry his best friendâs son and retire. Mr. Saotome probably just wants to live comfortably for the rest of his life, so typical of the lazy panda man.
So, thatâs where it stands now. Ranma and [First Name] have been engaged for over a week, and nothingâs really changed between them. Well, itâs more like they are still adjusting to these changes. Ranma is still weary of her, thinking my dear little sister is being nice and then will start acting like Akane as soon as [First Name] sees something she doesnât like. Tut, tut, silly Ranma. But Iâll let him figure that out on his own, unless he pays the exclusive 10,000 yen consultation fee I offer and give an honest opinion. And [First Name]? Well, she still treats Ranma with respect, helps him with his homework, and doesnât cling to him like Shampoo or Ukyo. In fact, if she has a club meeting, she insists he go home without her and sheâll be fine walking home at night.
[First Name] is too kind for her own good. Kasumi knows it too. She chided Ranma in the kitchen one evening when he came home without [First Name], saying itâs not a good idea to let a girl walk home by herself even if she says she will be okay. Ranma had the decency to look a little ashamed before shuffling back to the room he shared with Mr. Saotome to apparently get some homework done. Will wonders ever cease to happen in this house, my dear Confidante?
How is Akane taking this change? Not very well. She keeps insisting [First Name] can do better than a pervert, and things will only get worse. I beg to differ.
I already see that things around the house are much calmer. Thereâs been no fighting, no tables thrown, or Ranma flying across the neighborhood with bumps on his head. He may think we do not notice as soon as dinner is over, but he helps [First Name] with clearing the table or washing the dishes. One morning, I even saw him in the kitchen, getting her lunch out of the fridge and setting it next to her school bag so she didnât forget it and eat at the cafeteria again. I was sure I wasnât imagining it, sleep and caffeine deprived.
Everything will be fine. Iâm sure of it. I can only hope that Shampoo or the other girls donât get any funny ideas yet. [First Name] has said nothing about the engagement at school, and Akane just harrumphs and says sheâs happy to no longer be engaged to a pervert anymore.
I want to write more, but it seems thereâs someone knocking at my door. Thatâs strange. I wasnât expecting any clients today. Will be back.
Later -
Unbelievable. Ranma Saotome has just left and made me richer after a lengthy consultation about where he could take [First Name] for their first date this Sunday. Mr. Saotome has been upset that heâs been neglecting [First Name] and somehow misconstrued it as a challenge, both as a martial artist and as a man. Honestly, it amazes me how can these people even be my family. Good luck little sister, you will need it.Â
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I found this reblogged by an artist I follow and really, really like, not just as an artist, but as a person.
She's even called my her friend before.
She also has this in her pinned post: "This is a safe place for everyone to enjoy what they want without judgement. I don't mind who enjoys my content and who does not." I kinda figured that might have been a lie because a lot of people who claim they're "tolerant" are really only tolerant to people they already agree with, but I couldn't know for sure if that was true in this case or not.
I'm honestly genuinely really upset and don't know what to do. :'( Any advice?
Itâs become pretty obvious over the last few years that anyone who describes their blog as a âsafe placeâ means that itâs a safe place for left wing minorities who all have the same opinions and donât have to worry about the mean scary conservatives so anytime I see a message like that I pretty much immediately know it doesnât apply to me and that the person who wrote it will not like me.
And like youâve seen, most of the time they donât even mean because they turn right around and post the most mean spirited judgmental things without even hearing people out and trying to make them feel bad and unwelcome. Itâs incredibly hypocritical.
Now, itâs a lot harder to move past that when itâs someone youâre close to or consider a friend. Like I can deal with people calling me a Nazi all day long but when it comes from someone in my family it hurts a little bit. So I understand being caught off guard and feeling upset. Itâs a really mean message.
Right now tensions are still really high. Itâs only two days since the election and the Kamala voters are still dealing with the fact that they lost. Theyâre upset and angry and we all already know the only way they deal with their problems and emotions is by lashing out at those around them.
If it were me, I might give her some time to calm down. If she is able to move on from this Iâm sure sheâll go back to her once pleasant self and you might even be able to gently approach her on the subject. People need to understand itâs not ok to talk about others like that just because youâre mad.
If this is a friendship thatâs important to you then donât give up on it. Just try to be patient, kind and understanding and be living proof that sheâs wrong. On the other hand, if you donât think she is the kind of person who will see reason and is going to live out the behavior of that post you are not obligated to subject yourself to such treatment because you donât deserve it.
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Actually, you know what? Josh and Donnaâs first kiss absolutely was always meant to happen with her fully clothed and him in his underwear and yes this is my hot take.Â
#josh x donna#it's about the power balances with them#she Had to have the hand over him for this to happen with the context of the first 5 seasons#which is why her being the active force in it all works and him just flailing#and not believing his luck is so on point#(he's literally the Only one who didn't know that they'd end up making out eventually)#him being half asleep and not remembering that they don't actually kiss normally and just on the fly kissing her#is just. amazing. ofc it'd happen like that!#and then donna taking charge and steering the way is obviously how it'd go#she's a fucking icon tho#they have all this tension for YEARS and then make out once#and she propositions him that day#i love her.#that the proposition fails bc josh's brain breaks for a second is also peak josh#she then jumps from propositon to seducing#and finally finds a way to distract josh on an election day#i did not predict this spiral today but here we are#might actually go watch the episode but also might not#sadly this whole thing happens in the same ep that Other thing happens in
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AHHHHHH
#this post brought to you by: me#i. applied for a preapproval letter for a mortgage yesterday. and spoke to a realtor to start finding me houses#i want to move several states away which further complicated things. but the houses there are CHEAP#like under 100k for a 2 bedroom move in ready#anyways i got approved for 80k with a 20k down payment. and im FREAKING THE FUCK OUT#and because i got that pre app letter i have a loan officer calling me today to talk#and we literally work at the same bank so i can SEE that hes active and hasnt read my message#even though its been 45 minutes. KEVIN MESSAGE ME BACK. IM NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO FOCUS UNTIL I DO THIS CALL#AHHHHHHH S C R E A M. it might happening!!!! i might be finally.mov8ng out in a few months!!!#i mgiht be a HOMEOWNER by the end of the year#i have been saving money for this since i was. 16? 17?#ive had a good well paying job since i was 18.#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#once i have a house then i start job searching in that area. and start getting really serious about LEAVING my very good job#which is soooo scary. this job was supposed to be my lifelong career. but then everyone fucking moved to other states and left me behind#so theres no point staying here.#i might never have this kind of job security again.#but also my realtor said that theres a lot of bank jobs in that area so maybe itll be easy to find something#on the fence on if i tell my parents that im Making Moves right now#on one hand its hard to not talk about it becuae im STRESSED TF OUT#but on the other hand when i tentatively mentioned the state i want to move to#richard started yelling and swearing el oh el#might be better to wait and avoid the tension as long as possible?#but also i dont know how they can stay angry when its literally my best option#the other places where my friends live either have 0 opportunity and high housing prices. or are even moe liberal than where im going#idk. why do half of my problems come down to âmy parents will be madâ like im a 12 year old or something. shit fucking sucks#this is why i want to get out of here#also it feels weird and bad to talk to my friends about how stressed i am about buying a house when all of them are stressed about#not being able to make rent or something. my problems feel like a brag in a really odd and shitty way. but hey!#if this works out maybe ill start being stressed about how im going to make my mortgage payments! :') yay!
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discovery of the day
#im sorry i do Not see what everyone sees in this movie. although from the years of browsing the internet ive began to realize#that i actually dont know if people actually like the movie or not#why is everything so rushed#their romance felt like nothing to me because i dont KNOW what they see in eachother#listen you dont have to tell me straight up into the camera why they love eachother#but the aggressive kissing and cut sex scenes arent telling me much#i get that it came out in 2005 but cutting mostly every gay sex scene? even the kissing for the most part?#but oh we NEED to see this happy husband and wife doing it. yes im bitter#a german movie by the name of summer storm came out the year before this one and actually shows something that feels like actual passion#i sound like i need to see people doing it in these movies all the time I promise thats not it#but even the kissing? the thing i Actually like the most? the thing that makes me feel things? felt like nothing at all#and oh i forgot that this is a tragic gay movie where one of them dies. Oh yeah. forgot.#mentioning summer storm again: it actually has a relatively happy ending. feels good that i dont need to be reminded of how gay people are#doomed 24/7.#the romance started good. with jack telling the guy whos name i already forgot to get his ass in the tent already.#the Pulling his arm over my body thing. it was going great#THEN IT WENT SO FAST! WHY WAS HE SUDDENLY SO INTO IT! WHY WERE THEY BOTH SUDDENLY DOING IT#im sorry i expected a slighter slow burn than this!!! calm down cowboys i have no idea why you two like eachother all of the sudden!#i seriously thought they would show these little moments of tension#and it just growing bigger and bigger#until they couldnt take it anymore#that would explain the aggressiveness of it! why they were so desperate! but it literally just HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!#im sorry i. I expected more of this movie that i hear so much about.#the most it made me feel was at that moment that turned into a meme where i thought âHop on fortniteâ#chuckled. that was it. did i cry? did my heart race at any moment? was i worried about what was gonna happen? not Once#im so. Disappointed.#after this i wanted to watch summer storm but netflix removed it. Its a german only movie no one knows from 2004. where the hell am i gonna#đ´ââ ď¸ that#AAAGHHHH!!!!!!!#not being able to watch summer storm made me cry more than this movie did What the hell
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I had to check and the polaroid Olli is holding is actually just Aleksi, but it makes it even better đđĽşđ
and ooh that AU, why did I get butterflies imagining that đ¤§đŠ even though I must admit that sounds exactly like the scenarios I think about daily đ
awwww that's right! I watched that mv quite recently so I should've remembered, but omg đ we're gonna take this as a secret, hidden message, right? đđĽş
idk about you but this week has been crazy busy scenario-wise đľ like, ever since we learned that Aleksi travelled to Oulu to hang out with Olli I've spent every single day imagining them growing closer and sharing intimate moments and making out in secrecy and freaking out about their feelings and wanting each other so bad and and and !!!!!!! đđđđđđ
#maybe they tried to fight it until they couldn't anymore#and eventually just gave in and started kissing hungrily at the studio late at night#and then janne interrupted them because he had forgotten his phone or something at the studio#and it was awkward for all of them and they barely spoke at all the next day unless it was related to whatever they were working on#but they were dyyyiiiinngggg to resolve the situation (=continue where they left off)#because after they had been interrupted the night before they had just gone straight to bed#and janne senses the tension too and hurries out once they're done (this time making sure he takes all his belongings with him lol)#and for a while they try to explain their behaviour away by claiming they're just stressed out and heartbroken and all that#but in reality they've wanted to do that for years đ#okay this turned into a whole another scenario lol sorry đ#i just have a wild imagination and a soft spot for some good ol' mutual pining đ#it's been a week in the delulu đŠ#the olli/allu stans keep winning but at what cost đ¤§#sparfloxacin#answered asks#ollixallu
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KATATOKI Teaser | Yojiro Noda x J.I.D Listen to WONDER BOY'S AKUMU CLUB here !!
#katatoki#éç°ć´ćŹĄé#yojiro noda#j.i.d#wonder boy's akumu club#éłćĽ˝#gif#my gifs#this may only be a teaser but we do indeed have a full version of katatoki now !!! >:)#i'd been looking forward to this collaboration for so long !#it's better than i could have ever expected#the transition between their verses is so smooth & when yojiro starts singing it's like i can feel all the tension leaving my body#which is interesting considering the loneliness at the center of the song#his voice is equal parts haunting yet breathtaking & really captures that lonely feeling#so good !! it's songs like this one which reaffirm how his voice is my fav to listen to#then we've got full hyper toy !!!!#holding out on us once again i see#when the trailer dropped with a smaller glimpse into hyper toy i was like oh?! but still not the entire scope !#such a banger !!! the build up! that effect that happens right at the end of the 1st verse!#ahhh it makes me want to dance more than any other song on the album#and i think it embodies a kind of love and determination present in so many of the songs#tbh i was a little worried when i saw the track list for the 1st time#bc so many of the titles contained words with negative connotations#denoting sadness & pain & real struggle#and yeah the songs do go all in on those things!#but there's a resounding truth & resilience to them as well#a love for life & music in the face of those hardships#it's really anchored me to the present & i'm not exaggerating when i say this release has made my entire year <3#also the photos/videos coming out from the solo show & afterparty are such a joy to behold đĽš#my heart is swelling with pride & happiness for him đ
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#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru
â sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasnât the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basketâitâs right between your legs.. boo!
wc. 6.6k
warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefĂšcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied brĂŠeding, cunnÄŤlingus / face sÄŤtting, bĂłob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fÄąngering, squÄąrting, petnames.
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at the gojoâs, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads âstep if you dare.â part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didnât answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, youâd switch with satoruâyour jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early youâd take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but itâs to your utmost âsurpriseâ that satoru opens the door.
âoh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?â heâd hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, heâs wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.
with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. âmyself,â and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair thatâs spikier than usual. satoruâs wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, âwho are you even supposed to be.â
âuh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,â and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. âaw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, theyâre out with nanami ân suguru trick-or-treatinâ. just some blocks down,â and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that youâd probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguruâyou didnât have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. âoh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.â
âdonât call me that.â
âjust did.â
oh, brother.
the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kidsâthe memories all came crawling back. the two of you didnât end off on a bad noteâdivorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, youâd get the week and heâd get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.
âexcuse the mess,â satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. âif i knew you were cominâ over around this hour iâd clean a bit,â and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. âhey. sweetheart, youâre lookinâ down again.â
with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like heâs gotten even more handsome.
satoru gojo was always attractiveâthere was no doubt about it.
he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.
again, there wasnât a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.
the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named âkakashiâ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just âcause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.
satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leafâhonestly, you tuned out.
he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.
âi donât wanna fight, gojo.â
âhmph. so itâs âgojoâ now,â he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughterâs legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. âand i donât wanna fight either. in fact, i jusâ wanna talk.â
âso . . talk then,â you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.
a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. âsoooo,â and itâs an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and heâs got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your handâyour fingers specifically before he slyly coos. âi see youâre still wearinâ your wedding ring.â
shit.
he had a point.
after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did tooâhe also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women whoâd try to hit on him.
you honestly donât know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surpriseâyou thought heâd stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.
you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, âshut up.â
satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. heâs so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.
you remember the exact brand too, and it wasnât exactly cheap either. heâd buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.
thereâs so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.
thereâs an annoying voice in your brain thatâs screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.
you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.
satoruâs eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you donâtâ in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,
âmake me.â
so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.
not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.
and thatâs when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoruâs laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.
glossy - itâs prettier like heâs never seen it, and he canât help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.
âyâknowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didnât think you meant sitting on my fâmmph,â and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.
satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.
as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you werenât laughing.
his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.
âf- fuck,â you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didnât care about words.
you didnât care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.
perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoruâs always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.
his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much itâs missed its favorite meal.
curl after fucking curl, heâs leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he canât help but smell your tangy glacĂŠ coated sex.
itâs pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. âh- heh, âs this why you came over? to shut me up ân use my fuckinâ mouth, sweetheart?â
âgod, you talk t.. too much,â you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.
satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.
heâd just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.
a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jawâs already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.
satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before heâs starting to suck against your clit.
âoh! fuck, right there âtoru, riiiight there,â and heâs just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. âfuck, fuckinâ spit on it, âtoru. pleasepleaseee.â
cute.
youâre calling him âtoru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongueâs doing.
âwifeyâs still as nasty as ever,â satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud âpshâ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. âmmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.â you peek down at satoru whoâs the literal epitome of the word smug.
heâs smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.
you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.
satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.
wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.
with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. âlisten to how damn wet she is,â he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. heâs playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. âmhm, i know, i know,â and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second heâs focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.
all six eyes were fixated between your legsâ
satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.
heâs nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and youâre letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out âm-a-r-r-y m-eâ and as lewd as it was, heâs proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.
he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ân locked. satoruâs a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.
âsatoru⌠ngh,â you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. youâre fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. youâre squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. âgoddd, âm gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.â
âletâs see what she thinks,â he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoruâs entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud âpop!â sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.
fuck, he had such long fingers.
you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being âthe strongestâ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasnât fucking kidding . .
âhm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?â and your lips curl up into a pout. heâs serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.
again, youâre just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru canât help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesnât get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.
youâre slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. youâre close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.
already, heâs located it like âxâ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.
satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . youâve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.
you couldnât help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as youâre leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.
itâs carnal, youâre stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, heâs adding in another finger and the spongy pressure thatâs being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!
âtoru, satoâfuck, âm cumming, âm gonna cum,â and your words repeated themselves over and over. youâre like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as youâre blissfully coming undone.
satoruâs staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. âugh, fuuuck.â and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.
satoruâs still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.
you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongueâit felt that good to where itâs like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.
only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. heâs still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.
âyeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,â and you moan as heâs still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. âfuck, yâr so hot when you try âta put me in my place, sweetheart.â
âstop talking,â you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy âughâ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.
like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.
heâs still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. âoh, whatâs this?â he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.
this time though, itâs more sensual. satoruâs taking in every piece of fabric thatâs protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.
he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. heâs taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.
âgonna ride me, yeah?â he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.
coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.
just . . one . . more,
right?
well, thatâs what you told yourself.
but all that went out the window the second youâre aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. itâs like a game of chess. heâs waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.
two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.
his tipâitâs got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.
itâs rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.
and it does - it definitely does.
âohhh fuck,â you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.
satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as youâre still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldnât help but feel you everywhere.
starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. âgod, donât know how much i missed you ân your smart mouth,â and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. âmissed this ass just as much.â
âbet you did,â you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. heâs huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoruâs girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.
heâs got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. itâs a feeling youâll probably never get used to.
âwhatâs with the smirk? somethinâ funny?â
âyou, baby,â satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as youâre trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.
satoruâs sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. âall that talk ân you still canât take me. thought i trained my wifeâs pussy good,â and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. âguessss not!â
âfuck you.â you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.
pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.
satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as heâs got your wrists restrained against your back.
satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.
god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.
âfuck you,â he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you werenât even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.
from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.
your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. âmyyy, what a fuckinâ mess,â and you suck your teeth, feeling satoruâs loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.
the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. âstill wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,â he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. âooh, she likes that,â and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. âfuuck, sheâs achinâ for it. look at that pretty âlil throb. so cute.â
âare you gonna fuck me or nââ
âlisten, honey,â and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. heâs so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.
inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. âiâm gonna fuck you,â he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. âmight as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while âm at it,â and you moan once heâs slowly starting to sink his way in.
satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.
his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, heâs just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.
satoru could stare at you all day if he could. âf- fuhâfuck,â you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like âoâ the moment heâs easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.
your tummy dips from each inch thatâs gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until heâs starting to gruffly groan. satoruâs already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.
it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussyâs holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. â âtoruuu, âs fuckinâ big.â
âallll for you,â he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as heâs starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. âall. for. you,â
and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.
the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .
you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.
satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.
it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.
satoruâs got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and heâs got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skinâeach smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.
you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.
heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then againâitâs satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckinâ kind..
his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like itâs been ages, and it kinda has.
with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. itâs a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, âah ah. where ya goin'?â he reels you right back into him. heâs so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. âaw, donât get shy on me now, sweetheart,â he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. âwanna hear my wifeâs pretty voice. yâr sloppy pussyâs nice but i wannaângh, hear you.â
âex-wife,â you correct him again, and you know heâs just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. âhnghh. stupid-,â you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.
you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.
he had the type of dick where itâd make you question your life choicesâso good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.
youâre pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesnât even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.
and his stamina . . oh,
it never changed once he agedâhe had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.
âwhaaatâs that?â satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. itâs safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.
satoruâs got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.
heâs amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. âsuch a brat, bet you donât slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?â
you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. âmmh. maybe i do. âs none of your business.â
âoh girl, please,â satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.
you still couldnât get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.
the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as heâs still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckinâ deep before satoru starts to slow down.
with a wet âplop!â he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. âfuuck,â and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.
you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.
your pussyâs pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.
as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like youâre saying âwhat happened?â
âso . . fuckinâ hot,â satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.
he heard your melodic âooohâ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru canât help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. âah, canât forget about my favorite girls,â and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoruâs hips start to get sloppy and his cockâs just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. âso pretty ân plump. . all mine.â
satoru continues to fondle your breasts as heâs ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. heâs moaning against your ear right with you, and satoruâs starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.
his cockâs rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. itâs smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. âfuck, fuck me,â you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.
âgreedy âlil thing,â satoru huffs, and as heâs still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoruâs massaging your walls so good that itâs like heâs putting a wicked spell on your pussy.
you could barely even sit up anymore, and heâs holding your hips firmly. âmmhhh, gettinâ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.â
âhow about you stop talking-â
âhow about i edge you ân let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?â
radio silence.
you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.
âuh huh. âs what i thought,â and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.
his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.
the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoruâs abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. âhah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.â
âfuck,â you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.
satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. âheh, fuck? thatâs not an answer, silly.â
âinside, fuckinâ finish inside, âtoru,â you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.
youâve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like theyâve had just about enough.
ânuh uh, manners sweetheart. donât act brand new,â he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoruâs slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. heâs back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, â âpretty pleaseeeâ, câmon baby. talk to me nice.â
with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, âfuck you.â
âhah, youâre a trip, yâknow that?â and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.
as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. âitâs âfuck meâ ân yet youâre bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckinâ me,â and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.
within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voiceâ
itâs sexy, and satoruâs feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. itâs cute, the way how youâre so impatient but such a brat.
the woman he always knew - his wife.
âsatoâsatoruuu,â you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, âfine, pretty please.â
âpretty please what, sweetheart?â
heâs annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like itâs some repetitive sacred mantra.
with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, âpretty please . . cum inside, âtoru. please.â
âatta girl, use those words,â he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. âgod, this tummy,â he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.
satoruâs body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and thatâs when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.
you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. âmhm, youâd look so pretty plump ân round again for me, baby,â and satoruâs starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his highâs approaching at a hasty speed. âprettiest fuckinâ mommy. fuck, âm gonna give you so much.â
white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behindâskin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, âfuck!â youâre moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoruâs strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as youâre barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.
when it arrives, itâs quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as heâs slowly pumping you full of ribbons ân ribbons of cum.
pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. âfuuuck,â you breathe, hearing satoruâs groans overshadow your noises. heâs always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.
he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoruâs eyes flicker down toward the mess thatâs being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.
bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.
gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. heâs missed filling you up like this - so so bad.
satoru nearly slips out a whine as heâs dumping his all into youâcasually filling you to the brim, and thatâs when his hips start to get even sloppier.
he was a mess, and youâve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussyâs all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.
a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldnât help but pull out. itâs a squishy lewd âpopâ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. âgod, look at how pretty she is after a good fillinâ,â he huffs, and youâre still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. youâre lying on your back, meeting his gaze.
youâve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.
he didnât even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and thatâs when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.
âcanât . . let it go to waste,â he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.
slowly, heâs lapping up the remnants of his cum thatâs spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. âmmh.â
âs- satoru,â you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.
with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. âkiss me.â
âheh, thatâs my girl,â he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. heâs been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.
he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. youâve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoruâs lips as heâs making out with you.
itâs intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.
satoruâs sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. âfuckinâ woman,â he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.
you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.
it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..
satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before thatâs when you abruptly pull away.
âh..hey,â he huffs, and heâs entirely flustered. satoruâs got heart eyes in his pupils, and heâs very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. âwhatâsâ ah.â
like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kidsâsatoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.
as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.
fuck it.
fuck him - literally.
âlie back,â you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. youâre getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.
like a dog â heâs obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.
âoh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?â satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.
it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ân forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. âshit,â he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. âf- fine. but this means . . youâll give me another chance?â
you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. âweâll see.â
âiâll take it,â satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second youâre starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.
heâs still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoruâs abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.
âdo your worst fuckinâ then,â satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.
as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.
âm- make your husband proud, wifey.â
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Bedridden
If you had cough syrup, youâd use that to put his ass to sleep. But you donât, so you decide to utilize a different technique, one that always successfully incapacitates a man. đđŚâ¤ď¸âđĽ
Joel is sick and refuses to rest, so you knock him out the best way you know how. (5.4k)
Tags - smut, lotsa sexual tension, blow jobs, pussy pronouns, teasing, fingering, unprotected piv, riding the sick old manâs cock, creampie, non-graphic descriptions of being sick. JOEL DOES THE DAD SNEEZE. coughing, fevers. Thatâs all. Joel is stubborn and grumpy while you take care of his old as fuck ass. Arguing with the old man, forcing the old man to bathe, forcing the old man to eat and drink, forcing a thermometer in the old manâs mouth. Joel bitching you out the whole time. Joel is kind of exactly like Dennis in IASIP when the gang gets quarantined. Fic Help - My usuals! @beefrobeefcal, your unhinged comments on the doc were the best part. and @endlessthxxghts thank you for your help <3 A/N - Heyyyyyyy. I promised this fic yesterday and then didnât deliver. Sorry. It just needed to marinate in the doc a little longer or something. Itâs been a bullshit ass few days and Iâm,,,,handling it. Anyway, Iâve been sick as balls so thatâs how this fic came about. Everybody wash your hands đ§ź
There��s a fine point late in the year, right after summer turns to fall. You can fall asleep with the window over your bed cracked open just an inch to let the crisp, cool air blow over your face as you cocoon yourself in blankets. In the mornings you wake to that same breeze and the birds chirping, though less and less as they fly south for the upcoming winter.Â
Not this morning, though. This morning, youâre awoken by a chesty, hacking cough coming from outside your window. You sigh as you get out of bed and push the curtains away from the window to get a better look at what the hell is going on out there.Â
And itâs just your neighbor, Joel. You should have guessed itâd be him, you heard his earth shattering, deafening sneeze the other day when you waved to him as you walked by his house. Joel waved back at you with the same hand he sneezed into. Ew.Â
Everyoneâs getting sick lately, it goes around quickly in Jackson. Always does - it starts with the kids and works its way through the community, and a good four to six weeks are filled with endless sneezing and coughing and mucus.
Joelâs coughing up his lungs as he rakes up the leaves in your yard, a job heâs seemingly assigned himself, because you sure as shit didnât ask him to do this. He has a habit of taking on your chores and home maintenance out of his own frustration.Â
You pull a robe over your pajamas and slide on a pair of slippers, then leave out of the front door to greet Joel. âGood morning, Joel.âÂ
Joel clears his throat. âSâactually noon, lazy ass. âBout time ya woke up.â
âWanna tell me what youâre doing?â
âExactly what it looks like.â He sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve. Gross. âMâworkinâ.âÂ
âYeah, I see that. But you sound sick.âÂ
Joel ignores the accusation, âYour yard looks like shit, by the way,â he says. âWouldnât kill ya to rake once in a while. âStead of makinâ me do it.âÂ
âYou choose to do this. I donât make you do anything,â you argue, rolling your eyes. Itâs funny, though. Joelâs turning into the caricature of the old man angrily shaking his fist at kids playing on his lawn. All crotchety and pissed off about nothing. You step closer to him and wrap your hand around the handle of the rake, pulling it towards yourself. âBesides, Mother Nature put those leaves there for a reason,â you add.Â
âSure, smartass. For you to ignore and for me to clean up. Now, give it,â Joel tugs the rake back. Whatever. You let him. Joel rakes more of your leaves into the pile heâs created, then doubles over in another coughing fit. You rub your palm on his back, patting him gently. Heâs sweating through his flannel. âOh, Christ. Fuck me.âÂ
âJoel, you look awful.â
You help him stand up, âYouâre a terrible flirt, darlinâ,â Joel replies dryly. But he knows youâre not wrong. He saw in the mirror how pale he looked this morning, the dark circles around his eyes.Â
âOh, shut up.â You press the back of your hand against Joelâs forehead, all sweaty and warm. âYouâre burning up, Joel. Youâre sick.âÂ
âI am not sick,â Joel protests through another cough. âIâm fine. How âbout you worry âbout yourself âstead of fussinâ over me.â
âYouâre hacking up a lung in my yard. Iâll worry about you all I want, thank you.â
In response, Joel grumbles something you canât quite make out. You roll your eyes and take the rake from him, dropping it on the grass. âMy rake,â Joel murmurs, annoyed and defeated. With your work clearly cut out for you, you take his hand and lead him into your house. âAw, hell. Whatâre you doinâ to me.âÂ
âTaking care of you,â you reply.
âDidnât sign up for this bullshit,â Joel complains. âI donât need takinâ care of.â
Oh, heâs a peach. Most men, when sick, are total babies - pathetically crying about their headaches and stomachaches to women who deal with the same symptoms on a monthly basis. Itâs charming, truly. But not Joel, though. In his stubbornness, Joel refuses to ever admit when heâs sick, like heâs got something to prove. Can never let himself be taken care of, because thatâs his job - to take care of others. Always has been.Â
Once inside, you have Joel take off his boots, then usher him to the bathroom with a hand on his back, his flannel damp with sweat. âSit.â You reach for Joelâs shoulders and push him down, forcing him onto the lidded toilet. You crouch down at the bathtub and plug the drain with the stopper, then turn the water on - not too hot, not too cold. âYeah, this is good. Thisâll make you feel so much better.âÂ
âOh, câmon. Turn off the damn water. Iâm not takinâ a bath.âÂ
âYou are, too.âÂ
âAm not.âÂ
âJoel,â you bite. Joel parrots your name back in the same threatening tone.
âWeâre breaking that fever one way or another, Joel. So you bathe yourself, or Iâll do it.âÂ
Joel cocks an eyebrow. âOh, will ya, now?â
You go quiet, no retort to his comment. Heat rises to your cheeks and you focus on the bathtub filling with water to avoid Joelâs taunting gaze. After a long enough silence passes, Joel changes the subject. âI donât have any clean clothes, yâknow.âÂ
âThen Iâll grab you some from your house,â you mumble.
âMm,â Joel grunts. âGot an answer for everything, donâtcha?â
You glare. Joel glares too. You fold your arms across your chest and raise your eyebrows at him. You are not losing this battle.Â
Joel sighs in defeat. âAlright, go on anâ get, then. Iâll take the fuckinâ bath if itâll get me fifteen minutes away from you obsessinâ over me. There. Happy?âÂ
âHappy.â
You leave Joel in the bathroom to bathe himself, closing the door behind you. Still wearing nothing but pajamas and a robe, you change quickly into a hoodie and jeans, then leave through your front door for the second time.
Joelâs house is right next to yours, so itâs not a long walk. Mentally, youâre kicking yourself for your stupid threat to bathe Joel. The way he responded to it, âOh, will ya?â and how bashful that made you, the embarrassment written all over your face in big, black, permanent marker. Your crush on the older man is obvious, and Joel, never the gentleman, will jump at any opportunity to make you squirm. Like when he catches your eyes lingering on him for a little too long, heâll tease you for it. âSârude to stare, yâknow,â heâll taunt, always with that stupid fucking grin on his face. Smile lines framing his cheeks, crows feet handsomely peeking at the corners of his eyes. You really need to stop setting yourself up for these things.Â
Once in Joelâs house, you head upstairs for his bedroom and rifle through his dresser drawers for some comfy clothes. You pick out a pair of plaid boxers, some gray sweatpants, and a navy waffle-knit henley. You bunch up his clothes and inhale, Joelâs natural smell still lingering in the clothes, even washed.Â
In his kitchen, you notice some vegetables sitting out on his countertops. Carrots, potatoes, onions. You grab those too, then check the fridge for leftover chicken or turkey or something. He usually has some, and usually brings it to you after heâs had his fill. âThis is for you, trouble. Cause yâdonât eat enough,â heâll gruff. âWould you like me to heat it up for ya?â And whether you say yes or no, he always does. It seems to make him happy or fulfill him somehow, so you let him take care of you like that. If only heâd let you return the favor.
Bingo. Thereâs chicken in old Tupperware right on the top shelf, and yesterdayâs date written in Joelâs terrible handwriting from an old, dried up Sharpie. You take that too, then go back home.Â
You leave Joelâs food you stole on the kitchen table and stop at your linen closet for a fresh towel. You knock on the bathroom door, âJoel?â
âYeah, darlinâ.â
âI have your clothes. And a towel.â
âGood. I need those,â Joel says. âCâmon in, then.âÂ
You open the door, averting your eyes from Joelâs naked body in the bathtub. âRelax. Mânot gonna let you see somethinâ you ainât âsposed to.â Heâs got his hands covering his manhood, the rest of himself on display - toned biceps, veined forearms. His belly is pillowy and hairy and his legs look so long, all bare like this. His toes peeking out of the soapy bathwater. You set the towel and his clothes down on the toilet, stealing an even longer look at him when you think he doesnât notice. âI see ya snoopinâ, trouble. Wanna take a picture?â
You roll your eyes and ignore the offer, turning your attention to Joel but keeping your eyes focused on his face. His hair is slicked back, and his grays pop out against the rest of his dark hair, little ringlet curls at his neck. The asshole is criminally handsome.Â
âAre you feeling better?â
âI feel fine. Like Iâve felt all day,â Joel lies. His body betrays him instantly when another cough wracks through him.Â
âRight. Well, you smell better, at least.âÂ
Joel rolls his eyes, âNice one, sweetheart. Thanks. Now scram, so I can get dressed.âÂ
You leave the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself again. You can hear the sound of the bathtub draining and Joel getting out of the tub as you stop at the linen closet again, this time grabbing some queen sized sheets and pillowcases.Â
In your living room, you pull some cushions off of your sofa and pull out the built-in bed, then dress it with the sheets and an old floral quilt. You cover your own pillows in the pillowcases, then fluff them nicely and set them up for Joel, whoâs leaving the bathroom now, combing his hair back.
âStole your comb,â he says, tossing it for you to catch. He stops in the living room and looks at the pull-out bed that you made up, the corners of the sheets tucked in and everything. âThe hellâs all this?â
âExactly what it looks like,â You mock his words from earlier. âYour bed.â
âYouâre beinâ ridiculous. I ainât even sick.â
You ignore Joel and point to the bed. âGet in.â
Joel rolls his eyes but gets in the bed anyway, springs squeaking under his weight. âMânot gettinâ in this bed âcause Iâm sick or âcause youâre makinâ me. Just feel like sittinâ.âÂ
âSure, Joel,â you sigh. âHow much water have you had today?â
âPlenty.â
âHow much is plenty?â
âItâs enough,â he snaps impatiently. You leave him just for a second to fill a glass with some water, then bring it to him. Joel pushes the glass away, âI said Iâve had enough.âÂ
âIâll decide whatâs enough, now hereââ you put the glass into his hand, âDrink.âÂ
Joel drinks the entirety of the glass, glaring at you the entire time. Good god, if looks could fucking kill. The cool water soothes his scratchy, sore throat, but Joel wonât tell you that. âYouâre a tyrant, sweetheart,â he tells you, voice raspy and low. What he doesnât tell you, however, is that if the shoe were on the other foot and you were the sick one right now, he'd be just as overbearing over your health. Probably worse.Â
You pout mockingly at Joel as you take his glass. âStay here. Donât get up.âÂ
You get up from the bed to go into the kitchen and begin preparing a soup for Joel to soothe his aching throat. You start by dicing onions, then chopping some carrots. You toss them in a large pot with some butter, letting the vegetables soften. Youâve even got some leftover bread you made yesterday, so you turn on your oven to heat it up. You can hear Joel getting restless, tossing and turning in the less than comfortable bed. Probably should have turned on a movie for him, left him a book or something to occupy his restless mind. âYou okay?â
âMâfine. Mind your business.âÂ
You open Joelâs Tupperware and chop up his chicken into little bits. When you look up, Joelâs out of bed. You scoff. Heâs forcing open your window, grunting as it squeaks. âJoel, what did I tell you? Get your ass back in that bed.â
âRelax, would ya? Mâtryinâ to get some air in here.â Joel successfully forces the window open, and cool air blows into your tediously warmed home. âHouse is a fuckinâ oven.â
âYeah, well, thatâs probably your fever talking, dumbass. Put my window down.âÂ
âI really outta fix this window for ya. Ainât good to leave it like this. Iâll get my tools anâ Iââ
You march across the kitchen and into the living room, knife in hand and using it to point to the bed. âJoel.â
âYou scare me,â Joel mumbles, raising his arms in surrender. He closes the sticky window for you, then you march him back to the pullout. Before Joel lays down, he glances in the kitchen at what youâve been cooking. He heard the sounds of you chopping, but with his nose all congested he canât smell enough to hazard a guess as to what youâve been making. Joel narrows his eyes at the stolen Tupperware on your table, the carrots and onion peels to the side, and recognizes it all as his. âIs that myâŚ?âÂ
âJust lay down, Joel.âÂ
âDid you take that from my fridge?âÂ
âI did.â
Youâre completely shameless about this, thereâs not even a half-assed attempt at lying your way out, and Joelâs beside himself. âYou stole from me, you littleââ You urge Joel into bed, fluffing the pillows behind him as you ignore his tantrum. âYou are unbelievable. I could throttle you, you know that?â
âGo ahead, Joel,â you challenge. A slight breeze could knock this sick old man down to his knees. You tuck Joel into the sheets, then adjust the quilt over him again. And this time before leaving him, you grab an old book of word searches in a basket under an end table. âHere.â You toss it to him along with a dull pencil. That should keep him busy.
Back in the kitchen, youâre still working on Joelâs soup. Itâs bubbling away on the stove, and youâve just finished making egg noodles to make the dish a little heartier. Something to stick to his ribs. It hits you then, that you donât hear sniffling or coughing. Joelâs gone quiet, suspiciously so.Â
And lo and be-fucking-hold, Joelâs up again. This time, with tools. Tools that you donât have, tools that he must have snuck out and grabbed from his home at some point. âJoel!âÂ
âThere,â Joel says, moving your window up and down seamlessly. âWindowâs fixed.âÂ
âHow many times do I have to say it?âÂ
âHow about you try a âthank youâ, huh?â Joel shoots back.
You shoo him back to bed. You slice a bit of warm bread, then ladle some soup into a bowl and bring it to him with a spoon. âEat,â you tell him.Â
Joel eats a spoonful, and itâs written all over his face how much he enjoys it, the warm broth relieving his sore throat. âSo whatâd you poison it with, huh?â
âOh, youâre such a dick.âÂ
Joel smiles, only teasing. âMâsorry. Sâjust that you shouldnât be doinâ all this for me, sâall.â Joel squeezes your knee comfortingly. âThank you. I mean it, darlinâ.â Heâll let you feed him, but no more than that. Youâre too sweet for your own good. âSâgood soup.â
âIâm glad you like it, you asshole.â You smile too, and push some of Joelâs hair out of his face. He finishes his bowl of soup, even has a second one. You take his bowl away and wash it at the sink.
âShould let me do that,â Joel says, following you into the kitchen. âAinât that how it works? One cooks, the other cleans.â Joel bumps you to the side and takes the soapy dish from your hands.
âMaybe another time,â you offer, attempting to take back the bowl. âDonât want your germs on my dinnerware.â But Joel holds on tight, so you let him wash the dish. Since he wants to die on this hill. So you dry your hands, then feel his forehead once again. You frown, displeased that the bath didnât work at curbing his fever at all. Heâs still burning up. âIâll be right back.âÂ
You go to your bathroom and open the cabinet vanity, where you have an old Walgreens thermometer, the paint all smudged off. You wash it with soap and water in the sink, then return to Joel. Amazingly, you find him in the bed doing his word search puzzle, and you didnât even have to tell him to go lay down this time.Â
The bed creaks under you as you sit down next to him. You put his book down, âOpen,â you tell him, thermometer in hand.
âOh, câmon now,â Joel complains. âGet that thermometer outta my face.â Â
You shake your head no, and tug on Joel's chin so that he opens his mouth. You place the thermometer under his tongue and he closes his lips around it, staring daggers at you the entire time thermometer reads his temperature.Â
Heâs so handsome. Big, sparkling brown eyes underneath brows knit together in irritation. Pouting lips. Age looks good on him, perfectly both softens and enhances his rougher edges.
The thermometer beeps. You read the temperature, 102.3°F. Why Joelâs even upright with a fever like this is a mystery, but thatâs men for you. Fucking idiots. âThatâs a hell of a fever youâre running, Joel.â
âYouâre fullâa shit. Gimme that.â Joel sniffles and snatches the thermometer from you to read the number for himself. He shrugs. âSâold. Probably faulty. Canât trust it.â Joel covers his mouth with his elbow and coughs loudly.Â
âYouâre old and faulty too, Joel. Look at you.â You offer him a handkerchief to wipe his nose. âYouâre falling apart.âÂ
Joel scowls at you before blowing his nose. You leave him once more, this time to bring him a cool, damp rag. You press it against his forehead, and Joel closes his eyes. âDoes that feel nice?â
âNo. Quit that.âÂ
But Joelâs body betrays him. Heâs sighing in relief, and his tensed muscles loosen. His breathing, while still shallow, has slowed as much as it can, soft belly rising and falling with steady breaths.
âAre you falling asleep?âÂ
âNo, Iâm not. Mânot tired,â Joel argues. He tries adjusting the now lukewarm rag, warmed by his body heat.
âYou should sleep.â
âNah.â
 You take the damp rag off of Joelâs forehead and flip it so that the cooler side soothes his hot, feverish skin. âYou know, Joel, I think this is why god made women. To take care of stupid, sick men like you.â
âHm. Could be so. But I think he sent you to me as a punishment of sorts.âÂ
âIs that so? A punishment?â
âSâright. Anâ some day, youâll fool some poor man into marryinâ you and heâll have to put up with this same shit the rest of his life. I donât envy that sorry bastard one bit.âÂ
âOh, I know,â you coo, wiping away a droplet of water that rolls down his temple. âYou tell me all about it, Joel. Tell me how terrible it is.â
âOh, I intend to.â Joel continues his tirade, bitching and moaning about how you're doing too much, that none of this is necessary. âQuit fussinâ over meâ and so on.
You know that after this, Joel will try to leave you, go home and fiddle with things in his home that arenât broken - or worse yet, heâll tinker with the things in yours that he deems in need of fixing. Squeaky door, creaky floor panels. You listen to his slight wheezing, his sniffling, his voice all raspy and broken. He really does need to rest, the poor man.Â
If you had cough syrup, youâd use that to put his ass to sleep. But you donât, so you decide to utilize a different technique, one that always successfully incapacitates a man.Â
You remove the damp rag from Joelâs head and set it on the coffee table behind you. Joelâs eyes are shut as he takes shallow breaths, and you trace lazy patterns on his stomach, inching your way down, down, until youâre rubbing his warm bulge, feeling him stiffen beneath your touch. âGoddamnit, what the hell are you doinâ tâme, now?â Joel groans. He takes your wrist and squeezes it gently in his grip.
âNothing, Joel,â you answer innocently.
 âBullshit, itâs - youâre - oh, fuck.â Joel bucks into your palm. You slide your hand beneath his sweatpants to touch his bare cock, amused at how Joel decided against wearing boxers today. âYouâre killinâ me, sweetheart. You gotta, you canâtââ
âShhh,â you hush him. You drag your nails through his patch of coarse hair, playing with those long and wiry hairs. You palm his cock again, half hard and growing harder by the second. Before this goes further, you tug his sweatpants down his thighs. âLift up for me, Joel.â
Joel lifts his hips and you tug his sweats down the rest of the way, then continue touching him. You spit into your hand and pump him from top to bottom, taking special care to gently massage his balls when you reach the base of his cock. âOhh, darlinâ. Oh lord.âÂ
Joelâs stiffened to full length now. You kiss the tip of his cock, all the way down his shaft before licking your way back up, one long, fat stripe. You swirl your tongue around the head and dip your head, teasing him with it as you bob your head up and down, taking more and more of him down your throat with each pass.
Joel moans, his sick voice breaking a little. He keeps a heavy hand on your bobbing hand and wonders what the hell he did to deserve this from you. He should have stopped fighting his sickness long ago if this is what was in the cards for him.Â
Realization dawns on Joel. It all makes sense, why youâre sucking him off at this particular moment. Youâre trying to put him to bed, you goddamn deviant. âYouâre trouble,â he accuses. âI know exactly what youâre doinâ.âÂ
âHmm?â You turn your head to Joel, his cock still in your mouth. You bounce it against your inner cheek, and Joel groans at the lewd image of his cockhead bulging in your mouth.
âYeah,â Joel says. âAnd let me - oh, fuck-â You drop your head low, taking all of him into your mouth. So deep that your nose is buried in his pubic hair. âLet me tell ya, darlinâ, what youâre doin - it ainât gonna work on me.â
You pull off of his cock with a pop. âIt wonât?â
Joel shakes his head. âMm-mm. Youâre wastinâ your time.âÂ
âOh. Well, I should stop, then.âÂ
You begin to pull off of his cock, but Joel forces you back down. âNah, you donât have t - you gotta give it your best shot, right?â
You smile with Joelâs cock in your mouth. What a fucking guy. You pull off of him only momentarily, garnering a protesting groan spilling from his lips. You take off your shirt and unbutton your pants. âLemme help you with that, câmere, darlinâ,â Joel says, pulling your pants and panties down your legs. He unclasps your bra next, then sheds his own clothing.Â
You take him right back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his length. This time, though, you play with your pussy. As you move up and down Joelâs shaft, you slip through your folds, dipping down to your wet hole to gather your arousal on your fingertips. You circle your clit a couple of times, then push your fingers in and out of your pussy.Â
âYou fuckinâ yourself on your fingers, sweetheart?â
âMm-hm,â you hum, mouth stuffed full of Joelâs cock.
Joel pulls your hand away and replaces your fingers with his own, much thicker and longer ones. âLet me,â he says. âSâmy job. Shouldnât have tâdo that to yourself, âless you wanna. Or if I say so.âÂ
Joel spreads your thighs wider. He moves his pointer and middle fingers up and down, exploring your slick, velvety pussy. He sucks those two fingers and then his thumb and rubs tight circles around the sensitive nub, all swollen and wet with your arousal. You moan at the action, the vibration of your voice traveling right down his shaft and to his balls. He bucks himself into your mouth.
Joel inserts his middle and ring fingers into your pussy, pumping in and out slowly before curling them upward, stroking right where you need him to. âGot a nice fuckinâ pussy,â he purrs with his hoarse, gravelly voice. You pulse around his fingers, and Joel admires the way your tight hole hugs him as he moves in and out of you. âSheâs makinâ such a mess, drippinâ all over me.âÂ
You twist your fist up and down Joelâs shaft as you suck him, working him closer and closer to the edge. Joelâs content with this, the prospect of coming down your throat and fucking you with his fingers. But you have a different idea, and when his balls are tightening and his shaft is twitching, his breathing quickening, you pull off of him.Â
Joel groans in frustration, but his anger is quickly eased when you straddle his hips. You reach between your legs for his cock and stroke it, dragging the tip through your folds, up and down, up and down, dipping it in and out of yourself to tease him. âYouâre fightinâ dirty.âÂ
 Joelâs exercised enough self control today and doesnât let you tease him for long. He puts both of his large, weathered, and masculine hands on your waist and pulls you right down on his cock, the initial penetration causing a stretch so intense you see stars for a second. âOh god, Joel,â you moan, clutching his shoulders.Â
âI know, I know,â Joel whispers, rubbing your back. âYou good, sweetheart? You need a minute?â
 âJust - just a second.â
 âTake your time. Know itâs a lot, youâll get used to it.âÂ
Joel gives you a second, then inches you up and down on his cock to get you adjusted to the sensation of being so full of him. Soon enough, the ache dissipates and is replaced with pleasure, nothing but pure pleasure. You rest against his hot body, rocking your hips to grind against his pubic bone.Â
You know that by the way he bucked his hips into your mouth, how he pulled you down on his cock, how even now he moves you, that heâll tire himself out. Your plan was simply to make him come to knock him out, but this - this works too. Exhaust his body, get yourself off in the process. Killing two birds with one stone.Â
Joel fucks you harder now, hands on your ass to move you up and down on his cock. He bends his legs at the knee for more leverage, bouncing you on his lap. âThatâs it, sweetheart,â he grunts. He moves you so that your chest is right above his face, and one at a time, sucks your nipples into his mouth, teeth lightly grazing them.Â
You hold onto Joelâs broad shoulders to steady yourself, looking down at him as he fucks himself into you. Heâs so handsome, cheeks and chest all flushed red, a sheen of sweat glittering at his hairline, his graying curls damp. Joelâs eyebrows are knit together as he fucks you, tracing your curves with his gaze. He pulls you against his chest as he ruts against you, his scruff scratching your skin so deliciously. âTakinâ me so good. Look so pretty on my cock like this.âÂ
You move at his will. Joelâs underneath you, rocking himself in and out of your dripping, tight pussy. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips stuttering in a non-rhythm as he pushes himself inside you over and over. He must be getting close now.Â
âUp, sweetheart. Lean back fâme.âÂ
You peel yourself off of Joelâs middle, all slick with his sweat. Joel spits into his hand and presses the calloused pads of his fingertips against your clit. You roll your hips against him, savoring that much-needed friction against your clit.
âLike that, darlinâ. Jusâ like that. Fuck yourself on my cock,â Joel says, rubbing your sensitive bud with tight circles. âGonna watch you come all over me.âÂ
âYeah,â you moan, âWanna come for you.âÂ
Joel loves you like this. Your face contorted in pleasure, mouth agape, body quivering and twitching on top of him. He steadily massages your wet, swollen clit and wears a crooked smile when he feels your cunt start to pulse around him. And you think youâre pulling one over on him, but look at you, all fucked out and delirious. Youâll probably crash after this, and Joel will go right back to fixing up your house. Thereâs a door hinge thatâs been squeakingâŚ
âOh my - Joel, Iâm - Iâm gonna -âÂ
âKnow you are, sweetheart. Let me have it,â he groans, voice all broken and hoarse. âCome all over my cock, darlinâ. Let go fâme.âÂ
That hot, sticky pleasure in your gut begins to intensify rapidly. You go quiet just before it happens, then let out a long, whimpering moan when your orgasm takes over your body. You shudder and jerk as Joel fucks you through your release, and once youâve ridden it out, Joel pulls you tight against his chest.Â
While you come down from your high, Joel frantically fucks you, slamming his hips against yours as he chases his own climax, balls tightening and his belly filling with warmth. âOh, goddamn. Fuck, fuck, fuck,â Joel pants as he comes, painting your insides with his hot seed, the warmth of his release and the pulsing of his cock so satisfying.Â
Coming down from his orgasm, a wave of exhaustion hits Joel. He finds himself unable to move, unable to open his heavy eyelids. He mightâve been wrong, because napping away the rest of the afternoon doesnât sound quite so bad, now.
You pull your body off of Joelâs and he lets out a sighing grunt when his softening cock slides out of your body, the mess he created with you spilling all over his lap. You grab that washrag you held against his forehead and clean him up and then yourself, then get up to dispose of it.Â
Joel grabs you by the arm, his grip weak. âDonât you go anywhere, trouble,â he grumbles.Â
âBut Iâve gotta take care of this, Joel,â you protest.Â
âDeal with it later. Just -â Joel yawns and pulls you down and holds you tight against his chest, as tight as he can, anyway. âJusâ stay with me a minute.âÂ
Joelâs eyes are still shut, and his breathing becomes slow and rhythmic. Itâs laughable how quickly sleep is taking over his sick, exhausted body, having used what little life he had in himself to fuck you stupid. Like that last burst of energy from a dying star. âI thought you werenât tired,â you tease.
Joel sniffles. âMânot.âÂ
âMhm. Sure.âÂ
âJust checkinâ my eyelids for holes.â
You push some curls out of Joelâs face and hold your palm against his cheek, still hot with his fever. Heâs so peaceful looking like this, plump lips pouting as he breathes through his mouth. You bring your face close to his and close the gap by pressing a little kiss against his lips.Â
âWhatâre you kissinâ me for, hm?âÂ
âI want to,â you reply, kissing him again.
âGonna get yourself sick,â Joel murmurs groggily, eyes still closed. âWhich means in a couple days, I get to do all this right back to you. S'payback, darlinâ.â
You chuckle. And in just a few short seconds, Joelâs snoring lightly, dead to the world.
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by tradition, the first day of the camp was spent pranking the group next to us. our prank was ziptying the zippers on their sleeping bags together. we figured one of them would sleep with a knife, because we all slept with knives, because we were dangerous maniacs and half the danger of a dangerous maniac is that they tend to think that they are Actually Normal. so. obviously that didn't pan out, and instead they got stuck in their sleeping bags for like half an hour and because their scoutmaster slept in their car and couldn't hear them yelling, they actually only got out when one of them went full caged animal and chewed through the plastic. which meant they had time to make it to the axe throwing station, but they did miss breakfast.
the scale of our victory was impossible to understate. it was an epic prank. unrivaled. the best in years. we knew they were going to retaliate, and we both feared and craved it. maybe i'm still a maniac, but that feels like a common thing, right? do well adjusted people that are not maniacs crave Judgement?
(serious answers only please, from people who would never spoon a knife.)
anyway, the next day we got back to our camp, and the neighors had skipped dinner to just come back and fill all our tents with pinecones. which was like, a decent prank, i guess, but it probably took them an hour to fill all the tents up, and it took us like 15 minutes to tip the tents out, and as a return volley to the ziptie prank it was incredibly underwhelming. we felt a little cheated.
so our scouting group held a council, and we agreed, unanimously, that our prank was 100% better and theirs sucked and that there would be no escalating tensions because we were the clear victors. they'd had their chance to retaliate, and they failed, and so the war was over. that was it.
we agreed on this. we swore. but madness is a relative thing, and in our group of maniacs, we still had J. i have many, many J stories. too many. i biked up to school with him from 4th grade to 8th, and i saw him get hit by cars thrice. he'd just swerve into the road sometimes. one time on a rainy day in 4th grade, a car splashed me, and before i could even consider my response J yelled I GOT THIS and then he blitzed off after the car. i didn't see him the rest of the day. i was so anxious i barely slept that night. i saw him the next morning and he told me that he'd chased the car until it got to a gated community and then he'd climbed over the fence and looked in peoples garages until he found the one with the car, and then he'd ripped the hood ornament off and broke their window. then he gave me a hood ornament to a different brand of car from the one that splashed me and i didnt tell him because i didnt want him missing more school. i want you to mentally adjust your mental model of the things a 9 year old is capable of doing to include chasing a car for five miles, hopping a fence, breaking into a garage, and vandalizing a randos car.
and that's just the tip of my J stories iceberg.
the point of all this is just to say that J was so crazy that he made us knife spooners look like accountanting enthusiasts.
so we agreed the war was done, and we shook on it, and then J, in the name of friendship, in the name of honor, in the name of avenging our pinecone filled tents, snuck over to their camp that evening and fornicated with a watermelon that they'd been saving in their cooler.
i want to emphasize, again, that this was not the consensus of the group. that is not a prank. like i know it seems like we dont know what pranks are because of the whole ziptie thing, but even we knew that fucking someones food is not a prank, it is a crime, and a sin, the kind of weapon that had only been ethically used once in history by Horus in his battle against Set and none of us dumb assholes had owl heads.
so.
the next day went pretty well. we threw some more axes again, which is a valuable and important skill for children to learn i guess, and we learned how to tie knots, which is a skill that turned out to be far sexier than i ever expected, and i learned how to light fires with a magnifying glass, which was great. i'm looking back at this, and i am actually just now beginning to realize that the clear and obvious point of scouting is turning child sociopaths into apex predators.
and then the day ended, and we went back to our camps, except for our leaders, who had a sort of Scout Leader Meeting they were going to have for a few hours at least. it was built into the camp, that day was supposed to be our day to chill as a group, and make peach cobbler, and just be buddies.
except, as it turned out, our neighboring group's alternative to making peach cobbler was eating their watermelon. so at some point they opened their watermelon, and woo boy. oh man. you think catholics hated seedless watermelons? you should see how much mormons hate seeded ones.
so we were chilling by the fire, and then we heard screaming from the camp over, but we didn't pay much mind to that because there are many reasonable explanations for a group of 10ish children to scream simulanteoulsy, such as wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then the screaming got closer, which did not bother us because there were many reasons for a group 10ish children to scream and run towards us, for example, wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then we noticed they had large sticks on them, which we figured were perhaps being used to drive away the wasps, which are abundant in arizona, and then they arrived and they started beating the shit out of us, abundantly, in arizona.
so we ran into the woods.
now, at this point, we had no idea what was up. we knew that the camp next to us was out for blood, which was crazy, because we'd actually locked them in fartproof bags for 30 minutes and they'd barely done anything back, and were trying to figure out what could possibly have happened that could drive them to Terrible Violence when we realized that J was cackling like a witch that had learned how to order children off of ebay.
so we politely asked J what the hell he had done, and he politely explained that had "done" their watermelon, and we politely beat him with large sticks because life is nothing but endless cycles of violence.
we were still being chased by the other camp btw. so it was them, chasing us, chasing J, and then they got tired and went back to their camp, and we chased J a little longer because we were mad we'd all been walloped with sticks, and J did not care because he was a supernatural entity whose only weaknesses were Needles and Fire, and then we got tired and went back and J kept running, and we just kind of figured he would come back eventually.
he did not.
we went back to our tents, and we waited, and J did not come back. we stayed up all night, peering into the forest, worrying. our leader came back, and we did our best to hide our battlewounds, and he either genuinely did not notice or simply accepted this as part of Boyhood. then he went to bed, and we waited, and waited, and waited. And Waited. and did not sleep.
eventually, we convened again, and we agreed that if J was not back by after breakfast, we would have to tell the scoutleader about what exactly had transpired. and we really did not want to do that, because it would have meant that everyone would have gotten in a very large amount of trouble.
morning came around, and J still was not back. we went to breakfast, and we ate very, very slowly. we were afraid the other camp was going to continue their war with us, but they actually looked fairly frightened. one of them actually came to us and asked for a truce, and we agreed because we truly felt bad for them. like, yes, they did beat us with sticks, but J fucked their watermelon. we werent complicit in the watermelonfuckening but they didnt know that, and it was definitely the kind of crime that left one outside the bounds of the social contract.
and then when we could eat no more bits, when breakfast was almost done, right when i was getting pushed to go and tell the scoutleader that we needed to find J, he arrived. he was sleep deprived, and noticeably scraped and bloody, and tied to his belt was a blood squirrel tail.
and i asked him, J, where did you get that? and he said, don't worry man, it was already dead, which did not answer by question and gave me several more.
the camp ended that day, and the other groups avoided us like the plague, and it was not until some weeks later that we were able to piece together what happened.
J, in his sojourn through the forest, managed to find (or, possibly, make) a dead squirrel. he then cut off the tail to keep on his belt, because he was a weird little freak like that. he also took the dead squirrel, and he skinned it, then he tied it to a little crucifix made of wood, and he left it in the other scouting group's camp. which is why they were so scared of us.
it was such an unhinged thing to do it actually sobered us up for a while. scouting became a scary thing for us. we'd found something dark and primal there, in the place where no adult could see, and our appreciation of J as a wild ride kind of changed into seeing him as something truly dangerous. we had a sense wherever he went, something terrible would follow, and the only way to escape it was to not be there when it arrived. and so piece by piece, the scout group dissolved. it wasnt until he moved out of that ward that the rest of us started daring to go back to scouts.
and for the final epilogue of the tale:
i have a little brother who was friends with a younger cousin of J's, and the two would go to parties together in highschool. and sometimes J, who was in his early 20's at that point, would show up at the parties, and it was unsettling in such a way that it just became a known risk at parties with the cousin. and at one party, they were playing truth or dare, and J wasn't even in the room, but someone asked him the Truth of how he always knew how to find the cousin, and J said the cousin's mom had mentioned she was worried about him and the parties so he'd put a tracker in his car. and when he saw that the cousin was out of the house on weekends, he'd made a visit by, just to make sure he was safe.
then he left. and every single person at that party went over that poor kid's car. they searched the wheel-wells, checked underneath it, the works, until they found the tracker. then because they were clever, they didnt break it, or throw it away, or anything that would've given away what they'd done. they just gave the tracker to the cousin, who put it in his glovebox. and on schooldays, he'd take it with him, so J could see him in the parking lot. and on weekends, he could leave it in the garage, so he could go to parties with out Hell coming with him. because everyone that met J - every single person - knew that the only way to be safe from him was to be far, far away.
#this is a funny story i promise#but it's also a really fucked up story#about a very fucked up person#scouting#babylon-lore#writing#anecdotes#tw: stalking#tw: blood#tw: bullying#tw: dead animal#tw: violence
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WIBTA for sabotaging my boyfriend's hookup with his girlfriend by filling his sex playlist with DJ Crazytimes
I (28NB, they/he) have known my boyfriend (call him C, 29M, he/him) for some 15ish years now. As long as I've known him, he has been on and off again with his girlfriend (call him T, 29NB, he/him). Respectfully, and with love, C and T are two of the worst and most annoying people I know. I want to marry them both specifically so that I can study them under a microscope like a parasitic virus.
Technically they're monogamous, but they're both hooking up with other people (myself included), usually the same people, because they have the same taste in lovers (bad). I have suggested that they give actual polyamory a try, and they reject the idea wholeheartedly. I think they get off on their dynamic, and far be it from me to try more than the bare minimum to dissuade them from it.
A couple months back, they got into a fight and broke up (again) because T (who was unemployed at the time) stole $50 from C (who works at GameStop) so that he could pay for a tank of gas (using C's car) to go hook up with another guy a couple states over. C was not upset that T was hooking up with another guy (because he was Also hooking up with that guy and knew he would not have a leg to stand on), but because of the stolen money + car.
C and I currently live together, because you can't afford an apartment on a GameStop salary, and also, like I said, he's my boyfriend. I'm making carnitas tacos next Friday, and T is coming over, because despite everything, he has nothing else to do on a Friday night. I know that C and T are going to get into a huge fight, and I know that it's probably either going to end with them getting back together out of spite or with someone's vehicle getting keyed--I'm betting on both.
Here's where I think I might be the asshole. I would really like to get inbetween them. Not in a "I don't want you to date each other" kind of way, but in a "holy shit you are both so insufferable i would like to get in on that" kind of way. I currently have my thing with C, and I've hooked up with T once in the past, but I would really like to make it official with him as well.
My plan is as follows: C and T are going to be in the same space again next Friday. They're going to fight, then hook up, then get back together again. C is one of those cybersexual "i built my own computer and run it on Linux" people, which is to say, he thinks tiktok and youtube are evil, and he he thinks spotify premium is supporting megacorporations. So, his sex playlist for T (we do not have our own sex playlist) is just an actual folder of mp3 files.
While C is at work, I'm going to log into his computer and change several of those mp3 files to DJ Crazytimes' Planet of the Bass, which I play often, and he is frequently annoyed by. My hope is that he'll realize it was me, he'll come and yell at me for ruining their hookup, T will take my side to piss him off, and the tension will get to the point where they let me join their hookup, and I can ask to date both of them after that.
To be clear, I recognize that I'm also Incredibly Toxic for enabling and encouraging this behavior. That said, I feel like I'm justified in this scenario considering C and T are both Also toxic, and furthermore, it is a known fact that I'm dating C right now, so for them to hook up, C would technically be cheating on me. I asked C's sister (a childhood friend of mine) for her take on whether it would be funny or just annoying, and she just told me that we all deserve each other, so I think I should be good. Am I being uniquely shitty here?
What are these acronyms?
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The Shen Jiu & Shen Yuan dynamic I need to see more of is Shen Jiu coming to see Shen Yuan as a father figure, perhaps even a mother figure. And not in the way you think.
We are always talking about Shen Yuan's wife beam, but we don't talk about his mommy beam. I think Shen Jiu could resist the wife beam if subjected to it, but I don't believe he has any defense against the mommy beam. Now, I'm not talking about Shen Yuan transmigrating earlier than canon, meeting a child Shen Jiu and adopting him.
I'm talking about Shen Yuan transmigrating after Shen Jiu has already taken over Qing Jin peak. I'm talking about 21 year old Shen Yuan transmigrating into the body of a nameless rogue cultivator, meeting fully grown man already in his thirties Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu, and hitting him with his mommy/daddy-issuesinator and causing him a life threatening Qi deviation.
Shen Qingqiu can't help but trust him, and eventually looks up to him, sees him as a wise elder he seeks out for advice. He fucking hates it but he can't help himself. This homeless man he met in the forest is the closest thing he's ever had to a father. Also. He sort of wants Shen Yuan to breastfeed him in a, and he means this, non sexual way and he can't cope with that. He would just feel so safe!!
Shen Yuan, 21 years old, rogue cultivator, first time transmigrator and the father who stepped up, thinks he befriended the scum villain, and maybe? He can be a good influence on him? Be a good friend and guide him towards a fully limbed future. He's practically raising him but nobody tell him that.
Shen Jiu lost his childhood to slavery and his teenage years to violent madmen. and now he's behaving in ways he doesn't understand. He once lost sight of Shen Yuan in the town's market, ran towards a man who looked exactly like Shen Yuan from behind, and almost had a panic attack when the man turned out to be a stranger. It's all good because Shen Yuan found him before he started swinging Xiu Ya ("Have you seen my friend? He's this tall, clearly traumatized, but we haven't had the talk")
People think they're lovers at some point because Shen Jiu is quite possessive of Shen Yuan's attention, but everybody realizes that there's something way more innocent, and also weirder, and worse, going on between them when Shen Yuan drags Shen Qingqiu by the hand to apologize to the sect leader for being so rude when poor A-Yue is trying his best, and stands there with arms crossed, eyebrows raised, until Shen Qingqiu mumbles an apology, glances at Shen Yuan, and runs away.
"I'm sorry about that, Sect Leader Yue, he's had a bad day. I'm sure he didn't mean it."
Yue Qingyuan, someone who did actually sort of raise Shen Qingqiu, who's stood in Shen Yuan's shoes before, extracting reluctant apologies from a sullen Shen Jiu, to authority figures so he wouldn't get in trouble, is overcome by an intense, never before experienced wave of jealousy, so sudden it makes him spit vinegar flavored blood.
Then, a panicked Shen Yuan accidentally hits him with the mommy beam by accidentally adopting him (trying to befriend this guy who clearly needs a friend he can confide in!). And now he's placed himself in the young step-mom role who's desperately trying to bond with her new husband's teenage children but they're wired to not like her! (He used those exact words when explaining to Shang Qinghua where that new tension he has with the Sect Leader came from)
Liu Qingge is afraid of him. Maybe. He runs away when their eyes meet but he keeps leaving dead things at his feet so like, he's probably threatening him? He feels intimidated by him? Or something?
(Liu Qingge thinks Shen Qingqiu's older brother is so cool and really wants to hang out with him, but if Shen Yuan calls him Didi one more time Liu Qingge's barely held back "Yes, Gege?" Is going to jump out of his mouth and he WILL Qi deviate and EXPLODE)
When Binghe enters the equation shit gets a lot weirder.
First, he believes Shen Yuan to be Shen Qingqiu's neglected spouse (Shizun keeps leaving his poor wife alone when he goes out on night hunts and to visit brothels! Shen Yuan has needs!! He should be with someone who cherished him!! Someone who would treat him as he deserves to be treated, someone who'd wait hand and foot on him!!!) needless to say, Luo Binghe's teenage fantasies take on an even more illicit turn than in canon (it goes from "STERN TEACHER POUNDED BY STUDENT AT BAIZHAN TRAINING GROUNDS" to "NEGLECTED WIFE CHEATS WITH STUDENT ON HUSBAND'S BED!! IMPREGNATED WHILE HUSBAND IS AWAY")
Luo Binghe, of course, does his best to seduce him, but ends up being coddled and cuddled.
"it's like I'm his handmaiden, his shadow, the only witness to my lady's heartbreak at her husband's cold regard and indiscretions. Shizun won't spare him a moment if not to discuss cultivation or business! He won't allow Shen Yuan more than a head pat! and move away from any other touch! How ungrateful! They don't even share a bed! I brush his hair, I dress him every morning, I pour him tea and he lets me rest my weary head on his lap. The intimacy we share is not sexual, but Ning-Shijie, I wish it was! I saw the outline of his dick yesterday and I need it!"
"A-Luo please stop talking."
Then, he realizes he misunderstood. Shen Yuan is a cultivator so of course he looks so young! Shen Yuan is clearly Shen Qingqiu's father. He's constantly worried for his un-filial son and remains by his side!! That explains everything!!!(LONELY DILF RIDES YOUNG MAN ON QING JING'S LIBRARY!! HE WISHES YOUNG MAN WAS HIS SON!!!!)
He goes from trying to steal Shen Qingqiu's wife to steal his father. He could be Shen Yuan's friend, lover, and son. His student. His confidant. His silly rabbit.
Shen Qingqiu KNOWS this. But nobody will fucking believe him!! The jiejies at the pavilion giggle and tell him he must be exaggerating, and when he went to Yue Qingyuan so he could intervene and fix it, Yue Qi just looked at him dead eyed and said to "Let him." !!! Let him what?? Deflower our father Qi-Ge??? Shame on you!! That beast is trying to break this family apart!!
But wait!!! look!!! a crack opened in the fabric of space and reality, leading directly to hell. Wouldn't it be a shame if someone were to, accidentally, drop kick this homewrecker inside it?
Luo Binghe is gone when Shen Qingqiu realizes oh wait, that was a demon mark on his forehead wasn't it. Oh good, now he has an excuse. Baba will understand.
(Baba doesn't understand. Baba acts as if he's lost his soul and won't look him in the eye. He's also growing mushrooms bodies in the garden, and added a drop of Shen Qingqiu's blood in the seeds before planting? Which is odd. but at least if he's gardening then he's not staring at that swordmound for hours on end)
I don't even know where I'm going with this
#bingqiu#svsss#shen yuan#shen jiu#listen#i just believe shen yuan has the ability to give everybody he knows some sort of complex and we need to explore that#also#sj in a very ooc move adopts a random homeless man he met in a dark forest as his father. thinks man must be decades older than him#sy in a very in character move raises up to the occasion without a clue of what he's rising up to. once he finds out people think he's like#fifty or a hundred years old. he just.... lets them. whatever he's an old soul#he's always been mature for his age#mip
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