#unrealistic AF but whatever

[wolfgirl-valentine]

Dreamling Week 2023 Monday 5 - Stuck in an elevator (Human AU)

Murphy sat on the floor, trying to do the breathing exercises his sister taught him, he had already discarded his coat and tie, the air feeling more stale every minute spent in this death trap. 

He never liked elevators, and his current predicament just makes his aversion more justified.

He looked at his phone again, 45 minutes, he had been stuck between floors 8 and 9 for 45 minutes. Sighing he let his head fall back, he already called for help and was told a team was in their way, but that was 45…46 minutes ago. Just as he was about to call again, the sound of steel hitting steel made him jump.

For a moment the panic gets a hold of him, before a muffled voice calls his name.

"Mr Endleas can you hear me?"

"Yes!"

"Good, my name is Robert, I'm from the fire department, I need you to move away from the door, we'll get you out here in no time"

"Oh thank you" he stands quickly, grabbing his coat, tie and messenger bag with him, the metallic noises come back, and he clenches his hands over his belongings when the whole thing shakes, then the doors star to open, and he can see a man with a crowbar forcing them apart, since the thing got stuck between floors the exit was from the middle of the door to up, the man clad in a firefighter uniform doing the maneuver was on his knees.

Once they are completely open and held in place, the man extend a hand in his direction "Come on Mr Endelas, let get you out of here" 

Murphy pass his things first, then he takes the offered hand and let himself be lifted through the narrow space, at one point the man put his other arm around his waist to better support his weight, and soon he is out of the damned thing, pressed against a broad chest, then he is helped to his feet by a pair of strong arms, which he is grateful for since his legs are so cramped he is sure he would fall on his face if left on his own.

“Sorry for the delay Mr Endleas, we need to make sure the structure was stable enough before risking forcing the doors'' The man, Robert, smiled at him, and the complaint forming on his tongue about the tardiness died on his throat.

“It's…quite alright” then he realized he had not let go of the man, and moved away as if burned “Thank you for your assistance” he wished, desperately, that the blush on his face wasn't noticeable.

“It's our job sir” his smile full of amusement, and Murphy is about to call out the insolence when the man continues “although, if you are amenable of let me take you out for dinner one of this days in gratitude I wouldn't be opposed” his expression turning flirtatious.

“I…this is highly inappropriate”

“Is that a no?”

“Well...It would be rude of my part if I dont thank you, wouldn't it?”

“Oh it definitely would be! Are you free to say…saturday at 8pm?”

“I may be…”

“Great! I’ll give you my number so we can decide the place”

“That would be wise”

“See you on saturday then Mr Endelas”

“You may call me Murphy…Robert” And with that Murphy makes his retreat to the stairs, his face hot as in flames.

Maybe elevators aren't as bad as he thought.

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(Sorry it feels so rushed, english is not my first lenguage)

[acecase0]

The most unrealistic part about humans in space is that the average human knows why their body reacts the way it does.

Dont get me wrong, i love how they explain things that shock an alien, but most humans, atleast americans, do not know what happens to make their foot fall asleep.

They know that if you keep it in one place too long it will, but not that if you sit on it too long the nerves get compressed and cuts off from your brain for a couple minutes.

Of course if you went through a program that required you to know things about humans that could be potentially dangerous to other life forms then you may know things, but after a couple years or so when there isn’t a requirement to do that because of trade with other species, i like to think that something like this happens.

Human: *sitting in a chair with one leg over the other, listening to their xorgog friend talk*

Xorgog: -and so I never got to eat my special tsu’le cake. Oh look at the time, I better head to my pod.

Human: Oh dang, lemme walk you out then bud! *goes to stand up only to fall back in the chair* Agh! Dammit!

Xorgog: *worried* What! What happened?

Human: *waving him off* it’s fine, my foot just fell asleep. Just give me a second and i can get up.

Xorgog: *confused af* what do you mean ‘fell asleep’? I thought you were one organism, not multiple?

Human: Oh, well when humans have their limbs in one place too long, when you go to move it gets numb.

Xorgog: *horrified* How?!

Human: *shrugs as he shakes his leg* I dunno man! It’s fine though, i just gotta shake it to wake up and it’ll have a tingly feeling, which hurts like a bitch, then it’ll be back to normal. No biggie.

Xorgog: ….humans are weirdly terrifying.

Human: *shrug* whatever you say man.

[dilftaroooo]

Being perverted strikes naturally within Gojo, so when the idea of being a step brother comes to mind during sex he can’t help but act upon the roleplay. You think he’s gross for it, but his questionable passion for it keeps you engaged (oddly enough).

☆word count: 6.3k+

★tags/tw(18+): dark content + stepc*st roleplay + foot f*tish + toe sucking (f!recieving) + dubcon (because reader is unsure at first) + reader is college-aged/gojo is 28 + squirting + age gap + vanilla sex + pubic hairs + scent kink + implied ass eating + hesitancy + reader is afab using she/her pronouns + mentioned latex kink + use of 'satoru-nii' + established relationship + gojo is a lil' mean + and sassy + lots of kissing + nipple play + creampie + getting caught having s*x + exploring kinks + praise kink + pet names + skull fucking + gag reflex + snot + we're talkin' 'big beefy whore with black compression shirt' gojo here + reader is a bit inexperienced + questions of certain kinks.

☆a/n: hey alexa, play 'poundtown by sexyy red' ayyye come suck a bitch's toooes. enjoy y'all, this shit nasty af.

You’re not a kink shamer.

You understand the sexual thrills of getting off to something that turns one on to the point of fulfilled ecstasy–weighted breaths and skin coated with a sheen of sweat from the unorthodox fantasies that provoke the human mind and manipulate the human body, keeping them bound to the shackles of pleasure as their perversion engulfs them whole. It feels beautiful–ethereal, dare you say, and you get that. Who wouldn’t want to feel blissfully satisfied just by mere thought alone? 

Now, exclusive of the deranged fetishes involving children, scat, or whatever fucked up shit out there that's befitting for a lowlife, you would say that you're a pretty open-minded individual. Always tolerating the naughty anecdotes told by your friends’ concerning their past hookups, distinctively remembering the giggles you all shared when reciting one of the stories from a particular friend that had them clad in a latex suit, lips decorated with ruby red, and three-inched heels coming into contact with the cheek of their previous partner as they squirmed in shameless arousal.

‘It was pathetic to see, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t get me going…’ And that mutuality between both parties is what makes it even more fun. They both get a kick out of something they enjoyed, so what’s to hate about it?

You’re not a kink shamer–not at all.

You and your boyfriend of a year and four months, Satoru Gojo, always carried the qualities of a couple depicted in unrealistic romance movies: the nuzzle of the nose that tickled your cheek before delving in for a peck, the surprise hugs he’d startle you with as you prepared an early morning breakfast, as well as the intertwined fingers while you both make your way to his favorite bakery (his kisses are even more sugared after scarfing down the kikufuku he’d order no more than a minute ago).

You always felt like the princess to his prince, stumbling over your gown to keep up with his hurried footsteps as you both venture through the gracious evergreen of a mythical forest. You have no time to remove the pastel violet and pink petals slotting themselves in your locks since your hand remains occupied with Satoru’s, moving exquisitely to the melodic song of the nightingales. It was a dream from a childhood storybook.

Moreover, what was revealed in public was, undoubtedly, the same in the comfort of your bedroom, living at your university’s on-campus apartment that you shared with two indifferent roommates. He would frequently stop by after work to spoil you with his affection. Always asking how your day was and whether or not you finished your assignments.

He was a tad bit older than you–twenty-eight and going, but you didn’t mind the age gap, it gives you all the more reason to tease him for his ‘old’ age, to which he responds with a pout and furrowed eyebrows, ‘Oh, how mean! Who would’ve ever thought that my darling angel could be such a devil…?!’ He’d say with faux anguish. He knows you’re only playing around–such the jokester.

Though, he couldn’t say the same for you in bed. Protected by the warmth of your sheets, you relished at how accustomed your body and soul were to his heartfelt transactions, vanilla-flavored sex, so sweet and tasteful on your tongue as he kissed you with want. Tongues twirling a sensual dance as your lips combine in rhythmic harmony. You also loved it when he coos in your ear, reminding you of how you’re so good to him before wrapping his lips around puffy areolas in a way that makes you writhe.

He’s so gentle with you. Handling a fine china cabinet with the utmost care, he makes sure he touches you in ways that wouldn’t break your fragile body. And when your nude skin presses against his as a result of his thrusts to your core, he reminds himself to get you moaning in his ear and get your hands gripping against the muscular curvature of his back.

It feels good. It always feels good. So, why does a part of you feel…bored?

The love is there, you won’t question that. When you come, you feel as though you’re one with the stars. And above all, he praises you. It’s nothing new, but in this context, you like to be his ‘pretty girl’ whenever the tip of his nose pushes against your wet clit. So, why do you feel like something is missing? You don’t know.

You haven’t been in many relationships. The last one you remember was in high school, dating a boy who only loved you out of teenage fever, and you shamefully admit that you reciprocated his confession. You were both young and unknowing of what the aspects of ‘love’ really meant. You never went past the boundary of hand-holding and cheek-kissing, so it remained stagnant until the moment you both broke up.

None of it was mutual, however. You can recall how distraught you were as you bawled in your mother’s arms, asking her what you did wrong while she soothed you with maternal pets to the crown of your head. That being said, it’s safe to say that you really don’t know what’s missing from you and your boyfriend’s intercourse–like, really.

But, thankfully, Satoru makes up for what you lack, telling you not to fret since he knows a lot and letting you know how much he’s been wanting to get to this point of intimacy with you–wanting to whisk his girlfriend away from the comfort zone that you’ve grown so attached to.

Satoru is without exception, enthusiastic to portray more during times of intercourse, yearning to teach you more than just the fluffy, domestic sex you both indulge in. It’s lovely and all, bleh bleh, whatever, Satoru gets it, but, man, what he wouldn’t do to see you on your knees, between his sinewy thighs parted for your form as he hovers above you, your head tilted upwards to take in his thick shaft through wet lips.

He’d make sure his red, throbbing tip hits the back of your throat so he can hear that sickening gag scurry out your mouth paired with the sloppy froth of your saliva slapping against his heavy balls with each quick thrust. He’d be too occupied to find the snot dribbling from your nose revolting because you’d be taking him in so deep.

That’s forever been his little fantasy–that amongst the vast amount of others. And to try each and every one of them with you would be a delight.

After you confessed to Satoru, you couldn’t help but notice how peculiar his ministrations started to get. It was gradual–starting with spanks on your ass to eating said ass. You’ll even bring up the time he used your feet to get off. It caught you off guard, you’d admit.

That day he had you pliable–on your knees with the left apple of your cheek flushed in the pillow beneath you and arms resting idly on your sides as you allowed your enthralled boyfriend to take the lead.

You assumed he was just gonna spit on your already-soaked pussy before massaging your puffy clit in the teasing, clockwise motions he likes to test you with, cock oozing with leakage before languidly gliding upwards to push in-between your cunt lips, but what you didn’t assume he’d do was trace his slimy precum against the soft skin of your toes to then rub his tip across your soles.

You tried to retract your feet away from him (toes wiggling in the process which had them accidentally graze across his balls. You could’ve sworn you heard him hiss) and protest his weird behavior but Satoru was already three steps ahead, firmly gripping both feet and nearly squishing them together if it wasn’t for the thick base of his cock preventing them from touching.

Each thrust he made ached with raw fervor and fuck him from being incapable of suppressing his passion because he couldn’t help but look down and see your cute pussy pucker and asshole twitch. What a sight for sore, cerulean eyes. Just as sore as your ass after he slapped it with an ever-so-firm hand, silently thanking his calluses for the rough impact.

He found it adorable how your shimmering entrance craved for insertion, winking rhythmically at him as though it’s saying, ‘Please fill me up, ‘toru! ‘M so lonely without you…’ (he chuckles to himself at the personification when done in a high-pitched tone).

But your pussy always gets his attention. You have another hole too, ya’ know–one that sits right above it, unused and virginal. Just imagine his excitement as he leans forward, cock still buried at the innermost part of your feet, to take a closer look. He’d smile at your coyness when you felt his hot breath blow on your skin, unsure of his next move.

In this new position, he can trace the faint smell of sweat emerging from you, and God, does that turn him on. More than it already does. So of course he had to steal a taste, trailing a fat strip of saliva against the rim, you squeal at the warm and wet feel of his tongue touching a place it had never been before,

“S-Satoru…what the fuck!” You jolted before moving from your position, migrating to any spot as long as it's far from your lover. You’ll never forget the sleazy look on Satoru’s face as both corners of his rosy lips tilt upwards for a cocky grin–yuck.

It grossed you the fuck out.

Not in a way that antagonizes your boyfriend, you love him too dearly to feel as such, but in a way that questions his morals. Why on earth would someone like Satoru want to be minimized to using the bottom of your soles for pleasure or savor the briny taste of sweat that builds up around the tight ring of your ass? I-I mean, you excrete from there, for God’s sake! That’s gross, especially in a place where the sun doesn’t shine.

You understand that he likes doing it, but why? How could something so perverse and dirty get him hard so quickly? Where’s his shame? His humiliation? His guilt? Were they not present whenever he sneaks a lick at your toes?

Perhaps you are trying to understand–who wouldn’t want to indulge in their lover’s feet, to caress the tough surface of their heels, and lead up their toes, to draw soft lines against them with plush lips as their medium before dipping them inside the wet cavern of their mouth and sucking the small digits before swirling their tongue and–ugh!–no! No, no, no, that’s sick! How can one do such a thing with ease? You can’t possibly imagine that.

But you’re not a kink shamer…right?

Your question remains unanswered, though, as you’re interrupted by Satoru’s moistened kisses trailing down the curve of your neck. You must’ve been in your daze for quite some time considering that the camisole top and loose shorts you lounge in took their positions on your bedroom floor. 

“Come back to me, baby.” You hear your boyfriend murmur and you deliberately oblige by running your digits through the white sea of his mane, wild and free as your fingers feather against his roots. He hums with love before leaving a kiss that's sloppier than the previous one. It starts with your usual routine, with soft and tenderhearted sex.

He pecks at your clavicle and you whimper in return as silvery lashes tickle the most sensitive areas of your skin. The passionate atmosphere continues to flow within the four walls of your room–containing your moans and your kisses and your touches, reverberating them in your heated figures while filling you both with distinct pleasure. It was good so far.

“Have any ideas in mind for tonight, sweetheart?” His voice is muffled as he joyfully sucks at the skin between the valley of your breasts, teeth clasping over the hot flesh to induce a mark darker than what your skin tone provides. You hold onto the fabric of his black shirt, soundlessly wondering why he is still garbed in unbreathable polyester while you remain bare save from your panties.

Lolling your head to the side in thought, you dwell on his question. Should you have something in mind? This isn’t the same as getting asked where to eat for dinner, per se. And owning to your inexperience with sex and fetishes, you’re incapable of bringing anything to the table in this sense.

You open your jaw, mouth filled with saliva due to the raunchy actions performed by your boyfriend onto your supple body, ready to speak your retort as you lick your chapped lips in preparation, but, Satoru knows you better than you know yourself.

“Yeah, I know you don’t,” It’s like he was born to study you. Your eyes travel to his person again, orbs resting upon Satoru’s scalp as you wait for him to finish. “Nothing in that gorgeous head of yours. It’s okay, though. I don’t blame you. I know an amateur like you wouldn’t have anything planned.” 

As might be expected, your brow raises at his comments slightly glazed with a patronizing drip, it’s gotten your attention, all right, as you turn your head to glare down at him. He’s sucking on your nipples this time and you forge a jerk but don’t falter, perked up by this newfound attitude from your loving partner.

“Oh?” You start and it carries the same uppity weight as his tone. “And I suppose you have it all figured out?”

He nods right after gazing up at you with arctic globes saturated with a heavy rush of sincerity and you can already feel the dreamy sigh materializing in your throat but never emerging. Satoru immediately sniffed out the indignance behind your words like a trained bloodhound. He rises from his spot upon your heaving chest to travel his way to the swoll of your chin, apologizing with a quaint kiss. 

“I do,” His smile is affectionate. “You know I always do, sunshine.” You gasp once something hard nudges against your squishy thighs before poking the outermost part of your panties.

“-Always think of something for that little cunt.” It isn’t long before it's cast to the side for clear access to your glimmering slit, doused in slick because your boyfriend had a remarkable way of handling you. He didn’t miss the embarrassed mewl of his name when he used filthy words.

He also didn’t miss the pull of air you took in as his thick finger swept up your bodily remnants, coating the fingertips of his middle and ring finger. You voluntarily buck your feeble hips in desire for him to push through your entrance but you know he wasn’t going to give it to you that easily. “You know, it gets me going when we do stuff like this when others aren’t around–when we do something so forbidden.” 

What–?

“Forbidden…?” Each syllable muddles your tongue as you ponder on its meaning: something that typically isn’t allowed or accepted���you’re not unaware, it’s a simple word, but is that the word he meant to say? “Why would it be forbidden? You’re my boyfriend, are you not?” Unless there’s something you’re unknowing of.

Perhaps he has a wife that he kept hidden in the shadows of his past. What if one wife turned into several wives? Maybe he’s a bloodthirsty murderer, ready to indulge in his next killing after getting you to trust his charming blue eyes and pink-liped smile. You don’t exactly know what the forbidden aspect of it all that he’s keeping from telling you-

You hear him ‘tsk’ and you assume it was meant to be taken seriously but it seems covered in mockery.

“Hah, Boyfriend? Have you no shame?” And he chuckles deep and grimy. “Don’t act like don’t know, dear.” You honestly don’t. “What would our parents think if they saw you, my sweet, little sister, grinding her greedy pussy against her older brother’s fingers?”

Oh.

Oh God.

Gritting your teeth for an evident cringe, you hurriedly toss your head to the side to break eye contact (how did he even manage to hold it for that long despite what he just said?!). There’s no way he’s doing this. Out of all kinks…

“For the love- Satoru. Stop, that’s fucking-” A sharp whine halts your sentence, stressed to the point of exaggeration. You don’t bother looking back up at him, already imagining his brows creasing with complaint at your disgusted remark.

“Ehh, what happened to ‘Satoru-nii’?” You almost would’ve forgotten the fingers sketching light circles on your sensitive button, going in for a pinch before tapping it aimlessly due to its slippery surface.

You clench your thighs together but Satoru’s heaping form prevents you from doing so. He’s a big mass of muscle reminiscent of a bull–broad shoulders along with thickened veins peeking through tough skin in the forms of streams, carrying the pulsing blood flow of adrenaline and transporting through each significant section of the body to energize his raging carnality.

“Are my fingers dwindling your vocabulary already? I just started using this pussy, sugar plum.”

A part of you wanted to believe he was joking–trolling like he usually does on literally every occasion. He knows how acquiescent you were in situations like these. So easily obedient to follow his golden rule when clinging to his hip, taking full advantage of your attributes to get you to do the perverted shit that spoiled his brain to corruption.

Of course, there’d be times when you’d retaliate, shouting out a brief ‘no’ before leaving the conversation unfinished, but it’s okay because he can butter you up to your good side. Use his words and his hands to do the convincing. Satoru has attributes of his own too.

But gazing into his eyes and seeing how aquatic blue dissolves into crimson red, only driven by lust, tells you he’s serious.

You look off to the side once more because staring at your nightstand is more soothing than staring at your deviant boyfriend. Out of all kinks, why this one?

“I don’t,” You close your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself free from his piercing glare. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You weren’t about to do this. You weren’t about to play into his wicked fantasies of being a relative of any sort. That doesn’t sound appealing at all.

“Don’t be like that, babe.” He mutters softly as if other people were in the room, prying with open ears to catch whatever dialogue is being transmitted between the two of you. A fingertip taunts at your sloppy entrance, just barely shoving past its tight grip. Sexual anticipation surged through your core at his ministration (his giggles at your hopelessness didn’t help you any). “You won’t know unless you try. Come on, do it for me?”

He’s too cute to refuse when your peripherals pick up his bottom lip raising upwards for a pout and feather-like lashes fluttering over glossy, blue orbs. Practically, begging you to follow through with this look alone–if only he wasn’t so handsome and used his charm against you in every way possible. God damn it-

“You’re sick, you know that?”

“Then you’re my antidote.”

You exhale in defeat since you unfortunately realize there’s no way out of this. Satoru’s too adamant to get you to play along with him, it’s insane. Turning your head to fully face him, which feels like the one-millionth time you’ve done so, you look him in the eye before aiming at the button of his nose, upturned and perky. Mentally getting ready to produce the God-forsaken words you are about to utter.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You start and the way Satoru’s face lights up like a kid on Christmas irks you. 

You still feel mortification swirl in your skull like second nature. Your cheeks feel hot and it hurts–were you really about to do this?

Satoru was still teasing you to no end. Teasing that doubtlessly wet pussy with expertise. He was killing you by not giving you what you craved, only remaining on the surface as he waited for your verdict. Just one more push, one more shove and you’ll get there.

“And why is that?” He inquires.

Your bottom lip quivers with hesitation before an erotic groan escapes you. He’s so close to putting them inside. “Because you’re-” You pause to wait for a sliver of courage to finish your sentence. You’re not sure if you can-

“...I’m?” He continues.

You both catch on to the shaky breaths you’re letting out, two separate bodies feeling two separate emotions, one agitated and the other electrified.

“You’re my,” You tense but Satoru loosens. “-my b-brother.” He’s the Cheshire cat as of now. You wail once two fingers invade your thirsty hole, entering with a mushy squelch.

“And what is it that we’re doing, huh? What is it that we’re doing that would be so revolting to the public eye, hm? Tell me.” Can he stop pushing you already, for crying out loud?

“You fingering my, my,”

“You got it, keep going.”

“...fingering my p-pussy.”

Satoru cherishes your hesitance and rewards you, his obedient puppy. 

Digits curl upwards in search of that sensitive g-spot resting amongst your gushy insides. If applied enough pleasure, he’d be able to see how your back arches off your cotton sheets. Your mouth opens for a silent scream as the force of his fingers supports the buildup of liquid passion, pounding the area in addition to his palm rubbing your stiff clit the deeper he goes.

“There you go, my sweet girl, my gorgeous, little sister.” He fingers you harder and sucks at your erect nipples–when did they get so hard? As a matter of fact, when did your body feel so hot and needy? As though you’re deprived of something. 

Your boyfriend sucks at your tit before biting the small nub, grazing his teeth along sensitive skin for a chomp, causing your hands to fly to his head and grip the fur of his undercut, all while wincing in pain. He retracts his head with your nipple still in his mouth, giving it a stern tug like an elastic rubber band. You would have cursed him out if it wasn’t for the fingers still beating at your nether regions.

“Ah, S-Satoru!” He bites harder and you remember his request from earlier. “Satoru-nii.”

As if you hear a winner's buzzer, he hums in approval and releases before gorging his lips around the other one, gently guzzling it this time, skillfully whirling his wet appendage around the nub in combination with hungry sucks. He unloosens with an obnoxious, wet pop!

“M’so glad your mom married my dad. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be able to take care of my little sister’s pussy like how I’m doing now. Wouldn’t that be so sad?!” He inquires gleefully. “I’d be so miserable–jerking myself off to meaningless porn when I could be stuffing my big dick deep inside your aching cunt. Hearing you moan out how much you love your older brother for making you squirt your sticky juices all over me. You even got your hairs trimmed in the way you know I love.”

The sound of fabric grinding against fabric fills your ears as he maneuvers his head to reach down to your pelvis, stuffing his nose on top of the shortened pubes, his mouth hangs dangerously over your clitoris.

He takes in a deep breath like he’s smelling the fresh air of healthy trees and freshly cut grass, basking in your heady scent while feeling his cock go rigid in the plush of your mattress. 

Too aroused to feel embarrassed, you buck your hips so you can finally get his mouth on your itching button and he finally compels, switching between sucking in your clitoral hood and tonguing your labia. Satoru moves his fingers faster in hopes of provoking your climax. He knows your proximity by noting the way your thighs tremble and toes spread across your sheets.

You finally get to the stage you’ve been craving since the beginning of this session. Releasing your fluids onto your awaiting boyfriend, the grip at the nape of his neck more powerful than before, you squeal a brief ‘Satoru-nii!’ as he proceeds to lap at your overstimulated pussy. He’s now sparkling with your juices. Satoru sits up on his knees after wrapping his buff arm around the width of your shoulders to hoist you up and get you closer to his thighs, your figure remains seated as you process what he wants you to do��he wants you to suck him off.

So you lean your sweat-stained face over his clothed member and unwrap it like a Christmas present you’d save for last because it's so big. His cock springs up rudely and smacks at his now naked abdomen (when did he take off his shirt?) with a loud clap. His abs are so detailed and his pecks puff out in pride while he looks down on you, like his little servant.

He controls the length of his cock with a stern hand and traces ivory white lipstick over the plump of your mouth, a hazy web of precum connecting to your upper lip.

“Wrap those beautiful lips over my cock, darling angel. You know it makes me happy to see you stuffed full with my dick, no matter the hole.” He cheeses when he hears a quick scoff come out of you.

You listen anyhow, swallowing the tip of your big brother’s rod, hallowing your cheeks like a skeleton to circling your tongue around its rosy circumference. You feel your remaining cum dribble onto your bed when you hear him make a guttural moan from above. Clenching his ass cheeks as fingers place themselves on top of your head like an armrest, laying idly as of now.

“Oh shit, baby, yeah, just like that. Keep sucking me off juuust like that.” He bucks his hips impatiently once you decide to devour him up to the mid-base, continuing the actions of sucking in your cheeks to tighten around his cock. “Fuck!” He mewls before chuckling humorlessly.

He stares down and you look up. Your eyelids roll back til they’re just below your brow ridge to catch sight of azure undertones. You were just about to wonder why he was tittering until pressure made its way to both sides of your head. When his pearly white smirk twinkled under dim lighting, that's when you knew-

“Hmphh,” The noise was pitiful when subdued by the heavy weight of Satoru’s cock.

“Hold still, pretty girl.” He coos before pushing his hips back and applying the same manner to your head as he controlled you effortlessly and then thrusting forward and forcing your head to do the same. His balls slap on impact with your chin when he buries himself deep into the hot cavern of your throat, you have your nostrils planted on the silvery wisps of his pubes, reeking of potent masculinity. He leaves you in that position, powerless as he ignores the smacks to his meaty thighs.

“Hold it,” He warns. His voice is pitched below the Earth’s surface. “Gotta teach you how to please big bro properly.” You fight hard as his tip keeps irritating the thing that hangs at the back of your throat, trying to oppose your body from naturally activating your gag reflex but it ends up being fruitless. Your throat convulses as it bulges with his cock print and you cough out an ugly sound. Your vision blurs once you feel your eyes start to water up. You want him to move back already!

“Good.” It’s like he heard your thoughts because he finally retracts from his perfect spot lodged in your gullet. His swollen tip tickles the surface of your lips as you gasp several breaths of air. Just what was he thinking? You could’ve puked!

“What the hell was- mmph!” Halted by another intrusion of his cock burying itself in the pits of your throat, you muffle out a sound of surprise. You couldn’t believe it.

Satoru starts, “Less talking from you, sunshine. I wanna hear you slobber on my dick. Think you can do that for me?” He quickens up the pace of his thrust, going at the speed of someone walking. You gag disgustingly at each thrust and you can feel snot starting to leisurely slip from your nose (just what he wanted to see).

“That’s a messy girl, my messy sister. Got you, hah, so worked up you even got snot dripping from your nose and your spit running down my balls. Oh, you don’t know how much I longed for this.” He resumes his praises and tips back his head for a howl, feeling himself approaching his end as he hears you glurg, glurg, glurg on his veiny member.

“Oh shit, shiiit…!” Suddenly, you’re abruptly pushed off of him, freeing your esophagus from the restraint. Your back lands on the bed with a thud, your landing protected by your doughy comforter. Satoru stands motionless as he recovers from edging himself to oblivion. Biting his lip, his cock twitches up and down before it gradually remains unmoving.

You don’t even remember it happening, but you’re already restricted underneath Satoru’s panting body, thighs folded backward for a mating press, squeezing your squishy tits together, and feet perched on top of his shoulders. He takes his infamous spot between your legs, his overworked hands, decorated in calluses and scars, cuff around the underside of your knees.

He gifts you a heated kiss on your lips. “‘Toru-nii-” You say while struggling to keep up with his tongue. He breaks away from you and the string of saliva snaps into two.

“I hear you, baby, want me inside you already, I know, hear you loud ‘n’ clear.” His tip finds your entrance and it's sopping wet tenfold. He’s never seen you so needy in his life. He pushes in slowly and smoothly. Relishing your moans as he delves within you inch by inch, his thick cock stretching you out deliciously. You squirm in lascivious desire each time he enters you.

“I know, sugar, I know…” He soothes you upon hearing your sobs go up an octave. His head rests at the empty spot next to your neck and his hair tickles the crevice. “Almost there.”

As soon as he sinks deep in your warm cunt, he pecks your cheek with a softness that resembles duck feathers in a pillow before plummeting into you. A pornographic squelch resounds through your room.

“Hnn, T-Toru-nii is, so deep, ah, in my pussy!” You yelp. He’s so glad you’re still following his gross footsteps. So dazed by his cock hitting every ridge nestled within you.

“Yes, that’s right, little sis. And you’re gonna be a good girl and take it for me, right?”

You give a nod, “Yes, I will. I always will. Just f-for you.”

“Mmm, that’s right. That’s what I like to hear.” 

He inclines his torso backward, finding his attention on the feet placed at each side of his shoulders, more specifically, the one to his left as he grabs your ankle with ease, stroking the bone and putting your pedicured toe between wanting lips, your french tips hitting the roof of his mouth while lapping at your salty skin.

His pelvis hammers into you at a steady rate in combination with the gushes emerging from both sexes, it's so damn loud, you’re quite sure your Resident Assistant will come banging at your door frantically, telling you to lower it down because of the noise complaints that lead to your room.

You giggle, not just at the thought but at how much it tickles to feel Satoru’s tongue swirl around each toe.

“Satoru, that tickles.” You quip and the aforementioned man stares at you with knowing lids, purposely tasting your soles which have you trying to take your foot away, but the position you’re in makes it impossible.  

You feel as though hours go by as your older brother pushes on with fucking you silly and having a makeout session with your foot. His v-line collides with your poor pussy on every steady beat and you can’t help but let your earlier accusations fall from your mind like slippery soap.

The revulsion, the distaste, the discomfort–all of which were confined in a silk-woven case, trapped and compacted hitherto its evolution of approval. Although tentativeness plagues its cycle, the result remains beauteous as a cherry red butterfly protrudes through the rotten surface of the cocoon. The successful escapee finally swarms the sky with a setting sun.

It feels good. You feel good. Your pussy feels good as your step brother pounds it with intent–with purpose. You wiggle like a fearful worm ready to be eaten once the need to release creeps up slowly.

“My little sister always manages to feel so good. This pussy is just gripping me so fucking tightly and-” He stops abruptly and so do your moans as you hear your front door creak open.

The sound of jiggling keys and the chaotic trembling of plastic bags alert both your ears as you hear the door slam shut accompanied by a relieved sigh. You glance at the digital clock on your nightstand–‘10:35 PM’. One of your roommates is back from work. Coming home to rest easy from their enervating shift, she wants nothing more than to take a scalding hot shower, laze in her bed, and listen to nothing but silence as she drifts off to sleep.

But before those temptations come into play, she first wants to check up on you to see if you’re still in your room. Walking up sluggishly to your door, she raises a hand to prepare a few knocks while you and Satoru both stare wide-eyed at the shadow that occupies the crevice beneath your bedroom door–still like Michelangelo's statues.

“Hey, (Name), you in there?” The pause is long as you look up to Satoru and see his gaping mouth transform into a smirk before turning your attention to the door.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here. What’s up?” You ask, slightly hoping that your answer will satisfy her queries on your safety before retreating to her room.

“After work, I took a quick trip to the store for some wings and frozen pizza if you’d like some. Even got honey-barbeque-” You smile at her gentle antics. She remembered your favorite flavor.

“Oh, thanks, I really appreciate th-oh!” You’re stopped once Satoru resumes pounding your sloppy pussy. You cover your mouth in an attempt to conceal your yap but a strong hand grabs both wrists to cuff them above your head.

“Keep talkin', sis. Can’t leave mom pondering, now can we?” He whispered with precaution. That devious little-

“H-Hey? Are you okay?” The squishy slaps of both Satoru’s precum and your wet fluids compose a cacophonic symphony. Shit, if he keeps going, you’ll- 

“Yeah, m-mhm. I-I’m, fuuuck, fine.” Satoru grins maniacally above you his hot breath pasts your cheek and into your ear. The tip of his cock abuses your cervix as he compacts you tightly under giant muscle, arms littered with bulging purple and blue veins as he keeps you steady. His pubes tickle your clit whenever his hips kissed yours. Both breaths were getting heavy.

“Are you sure, you sound…sick.” Her words were laced with worry as she stood there, unmoving. “Do you need for me to come in?”

Satoru finds her naivety hilarious but decides it's time to break the barrier. He does so by raising his hips to an exaggerated extent before hammering back into you, the sound much louder than before as clapping fills the atmosphere. He guarantees your roommate will pick it up. Which she does.

“Wait, are you-” She gasps when she hears your sobbing moans echo in her ears. “Oh my God.” You’re too fucked stupid to give a reply when she blurts out an embarrassed ‘sorry!’ before taking hurried footsteps away from your door.

“Guess we scared her off, huh?” Knowing damn well he was the one who only made the effort to let your roommate know you were being pounded to oblivion. “Think she’s gonna tell everyone about this? Tell everyone how her son and daughter ruin the family name because we were caught fucking each other in your room?” He’s quick to pick up in your roleplay.

“Hnngh, I don’t know, ‘Toru.”

“I’m quite sure she will. What do you say, sweet girl, how about we both give a real reason to soil the family name and let me come in this pussy?” His thrusts start to stutter with each filthy word–cream drips from your cunt and down to the tight rim of your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you groan quietly.

“Answer me now, sweetheart, or Satoru-nii is gonna-”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck. Please come inside me, please, ‘don’t care about anyone in this family but you! Come inside me, Satoru-nii!”

With that being said, he fulfills your wish by giving you one, big thrust and stilling his cock deep in his little sister’s pussy to pump his hot seed in increments. Whimpering loudly as he does so. His face contorts in the cutest grimace that you wish you could smooch. You heavily breathe in unison until he pulls out of you (fingering his remaining cum back into your fluttering hole).

He kisses your cheek, then your forehead, and lastly your lips before saying, “You did so well for me.”

And it’s after this session that have you thinking–‘perhaps you do get it’.

[astrologydayz]

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS//ASPECTS - SYNASTRY♤

SUN CONJUNCT/TRINE MOON = Sun being Moon's gatekeeper🗡🦁. Moon feels safe&secure with Sun, because Sun can take one look at Moon persons face &know exactly what they feel at any given moment. Like embarrassment, anger, sadness, happiness etc. People could also question why they don't date - if they're into whatever gender the other one is, ofc. And if you're not family ofc. This is a soulmate aspect!! So they can definitely see each other as platonic soulmates. &they're usually also best friends/or VERY close at least. People they date, can get VERY jealous of their relationship, &VERY insecure about the closeness they share, without it even being anything romantic!! Moon always feels like they can share ANYTHING they want2 with Sun!! They won't "hide" from Sun, ever. They’ll go through fire 4Sun🥺. Sun will guide Moon! & Sun will ALWAYS lead here, not saying they won't let Moon decide anything, But Sun will always be the one 2 take the "final decision". &Moon doesn't have a problem with that - at least not the trine. The conjunction can sometimes go both ways😘. Look at sign/s/house/s 2 c how & where Sun guides Moon🌙/where - how Moon always shows up 4 Sun☀️.

SUN SQUARE/QUINCUNX MOON = Moon doesn't always feel comfortable sharing what they feel, cuz if they do, Sun can react in a way they don't like, so they would rather keep it in at times. Sun can be too dominating, too decided on "leading"/deciding things. Moon will end up with all these feelings of frustrations, bc they keep it in. So at some point = they'll end up starting fights, getting so frustrated that they just CAN'T HOLD IT IN ANYMORE. Sun can be too focused on their own needs/wants, that they can tend 2 not take Moon's feelings into consideration. Sun can think of Moon as 2 emotional, 2 sensitive, that they should grow up. Sun can also be "2much in Moons business", 2probing. They can still be close tho, but there will always be some of the issues, I mentioned above. I call friendships with this aspect FRENEMIES!! Moon can't be 100% open emotionally, & Sun can't be 100% who their ego wants them 2 be. Look at signs/houses 2 c where Sun can get ego trips & why/where Moon feels unheard/misunderstood.

MERCURY CONJUNCT/TRINE NEPTUNE = this aspect can show a telepathic connection between 2 people/"where u meet each other on another plane"/or in dreams. U can listen 2 a lot of music together/make music together/watch a lot movies/be creative af/create art together! Mercury can inspire Neptune 2 go for their dreams, instead of just dreaming of them💫. Mercury is like Neptune's hype man! Neptune knows what the Mercury person thinks about, a lot of the time. They can have MANY conversations about things our mind ain't sure about. Like life after death/if there's a god/karma/aliens etc. Neptune will have the Mercury person thinking about why they're here, 4sure. Spirituality can also be a big thing! Look at house/s/signs 2 c how/why Mercury will inspire Neptune2create, & where/how Neptune will make Mercury rethink their life. The conjunction can go both ways💜.

MERCURY SQUARE/QUINCUNX NEPTUNE = IF u create art together, or something like that = 100% different visions about whatever u create/arguments about it. Mercury can lie 2 Neptune person a lot, even about dumb shit. Like about what they had for dinner😵‍💫 . Neptune can't really communicate with Mercury person about their dreams/hopes. Mercury can't understand/c Neptune's "vision". Mercury can criticize Neptune. Like Mercury telling Neptune person that their dreams are unrealistic/or Neptune ain't good enough 4 what they want 2 achieve. Mercury can feel small/ambitionless, bc Neptune dreams are so big/dreamlike. What Neptune wants2 achieve is something Mercury could feel jealous of. Neptune can have rose coloured glasses on a lot. Like a person with 100% full vision, walking with their own eyes closed. But they do know if Mercury is lying tho, or they just have a feeling about it. They just choose "2 skip it". Look at houses & signs 2c where/how Mercury is deceiving/tearing down Neptune, & how/where Neptune can make Mercury person feel anxious.

VENUS CONJUNCT/TRINE SATURN = Venus can depend on Saturn person financially, or on Saturn creating stability for Venus! like Venus living at Saturns house/at Saturns property, or Saturn always being the one “who picks up” Venus/is the one who’s there 4 them etc. Venus always know that they can depend on Saturn. Venus can feel very loved, &cared for by Saturn. Saturn brings a "fatherly" kind of love. They can also be the one who picks Venus up after parties/when Venus goes out & needs 2be picked up. They can be in each others life for a very long time. Venus can feel like there's a lot 2 live up 2/Venus can be afraid of disappointing Saturn. Saturn just wants Venus 2 do the best they can! But the way they go about it can be a little hard sometimes🤔. Venus quickly sees that it'll end up helping them in the end tho! Saturn will always be there to 2 remind Venus that there's another day&another try, if they don't succeed the 1st time. Karma from a past life/or created in this one! Look at house/s & sign/s 2c where your karma is/where Saturn "saves" Venus & where Venus loves&support Saturn, always.

VENUS SQUARE/QUINCUNX SATURN = Venus can get treated like a little kid by the Saturn person. Saturn telling them what they should, or shouldn't do/what they should like, or shouldn't like. Saturn mocking/putting Venus down because of their own insecurities. Saturn can be jealous of Venus, &can try 2 one up them a lot. Saturn feels like Venus ain't dependable, so they're not either. Saturn here teaches Venus how to love themself, &find out what they need/don't need in friendships/family relationships, whatever platonic connection it is. Saturn can't be there 4 Venus, as Venus needs them2. Venus can have internal conflicts with themself about letting Saturn go/Cutting them off. Bad Karma between them from a past life, that they need 2 get done with in this life. Or bad karma being created in this one. One of them owes something to the other one/or will owe something 2 the other. look at houses&signs 2 c where/how karma is being created/where it's getting dealt, &done with. Where/how Saturn treats Venus person like an imbecile, &where/how Venus makes the Saturn person insecure.

MARS CONJUNCT/TRINE MOON = Mars can help Moon with standing up for themselves/teaching them how to fight back/or teaching them how to defend themselves. Mars can be hardcore protective sometimes, bc they feel a need 2 help Moon in any kind of "danger" situation. Moon can feel like Mars is a bit 2 much sometimes, but won't have a problem with it, cuz they're kinda used2 it, &can find it comforting. Moon can help calm Mars down, when mars need someone to vent 2. They can have fights sometimes, & not talk for a little while but they almost always come back together, and agrees to disagree. Mars can think Moon is 2 sweet for their own good, and think they're a little bit naive sometimes. Look at house/s & sign/s 2 c how & where Mars helps/protects Moon, & where&how Moon can guide Mars when it comes 2 their temper/aggressions. The conjunction can go both ways, so also read what I've written down under here.

MARS SQUARE/QUINCUNX MOON = Mars can gaslight Moon a whole fucking lot. Making moon feel cornered, unsure, & uncomfortable. Mars is too aggressive for Moon's liking. Moon can even be kind of scared, not ever knowing what Mars persons next actions will be. Mars can think that Moon needs too much attention/2demanding of Mars, or that they're way 2 emotional/sensitive - a crybaby in their eyes. Moon can become quiet a whole lot, when Mars starts2 become mean/aggressive. They want to yell, &scream but won't. Moon will hold all of it in for a long time. They'll start2 feel some kind of resentment towards Mars at some point, And when they're feeling enough resentment = they'll end up erupting on Mars, &even Mars will be surprised by this. Look at houses & signs 2 c where/how Mars gaslights/is 2 aggressive towards Moon, & how/where Moon is 2 emotional/2needy for Mars.

POF CONJUNCT/TRINE NORTH NODE = North Node person is the one receiving/benefitting from the POF person. Let it be material, or spiritual success/growth. Even higher knowledge. North Node person NEEDS this from POF person! They need it 2 grow and evolve in this life/them getting a step closer towards what they need 2 do here. And it's something that's constant with North Node, like North Node person will always be the one benefitting from POF person, unless they have a double whammy ofc.

BML conjunct DSC = can show that the Lilith person, will ruin house persons relationships with other people. Lilith can also decide, or at least try 2 decide who the DSC person is "supposed" 2 talk 2🐈🐈.

⚡️ Uranus conjunct DSC = causes the DSC person 2 find the Uranus person "unreliable", "not understanding of their needs", "Uranus being eccentric, and not always available 4 house person"❄️. Uranus could come & go a lot. U could like that energy, if u have Uranus aspecting your DSC in your natal chart.

REMEMBER 2 ALWAYS LOOK AT BOTH NATAL CHARTS2!!💋 REALLY EVERYTHING, SO YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW IT PLAYS OUT!! THANKS4READING!!!

I appreciate u❤️

[writeslikeabitch]

HAI U KNOW HOW THIS IS. can u PLEASE write a fic with Georgie and y/n and they’re just up in the middle of the night and talking because they both give me insomniac vibes. Maybe they’re not besties yet bet they are kinda close and she knows George will come-a-runin whenever she needs him. They just be yappin bout whatever. Fluffy stuffff. Sad stufffff. Up to u babe! Kai ly beautiful baiiiiii

hurts to be awake

george daniel x stepdaughter!reader

summary: insomniac minds unite and talk about some tough things…uploading this at 1 am which is so fitting

content/tws/disclaimers: this one is sad. reader and george r talking about depression. it’s nothing too crazy. kinda personal one very much relied on my own feelings for it so sorry if it’s unrealistic ehmmmm. Lowkey short af and I kinda don’t like the ending so sorry

THANK U “ANON” FOR REQUESTING HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE HEHEHEHE (also I did steal the jigsaw puzzle thing from a mutual #no shame)

It was another one of those nights that seemed like it would last forever—and not in a positive way. For about the third time that week you found yourself tossing and turning, desperately trying to lull the chaos in your mind and get some sleep. It was never any use, of course. they thoughts just kept ricocheting in your head. they weren't necessarily all negative, but they just...wouldn't stop. if you weren't worried about drama within your friend group, then you were cycling through math formulas for the algebra test you had on thursday or a paper that was due. there was a concentration of neutral, nervous energy and tension that seemed to pulse through your every muscle, and it seemed tethered to your eyelids, which resisted staying closed for longer than a few seconds.

flipping onto your back, you slammed your head against the pillow and sighed, turning your gaze slightly to the clock on your nightstand. 3:44, its red, blocky display seemed to shout at you, taunting. moonlight filtered through a crack in your curtains, the rising sun imminent to take its place. well, there was no chance now. you figured you might as well give up at this point, surrendering to the familiar ritual you'd been secretly conducting for the past week of insomnia. you stepped out of bed, feeling around for your slippers, and made your way downstairs, careful not to let the hinges of the door or the charmingly aging wooden floorboards creak as you slipped out of your bedroom.

you hesitated outside charli's door, letting your hand slip over the paneling, almost curling into a knock, but decided against it. you didn't know why. it wasn't like she had to wake up early in the morning. and she did always say to come to her if anything was wrong. for a brief moment you thought back to when you were younger and used to crawl into her bed in the middle of every other night after a bad dream, when you'd found instant rest and reprieve in her arms.

but this wasn't that. it wasn't a nightmare you needed rescue from. somehow this seemed like a non-issue. you didn't know how to explain it, and it seemed too draining to try. so, you chose to leave her be—she had enough on her plate without having to deal with what you dismissed yourself as stupid teenage girl problems.

you crept down the stairs to the kitchen, retrieving ingredients to prepare a cup of tea. your friends always made fun of you for the it, but you were a snob about the drink, that was the brit in you. you could lose the accent but never the habit, and you smiled upon discovering that there was just enough in the bag for one more serving of the fancy chamomile you'd brought back from your grandparents' house in london. you filled the kettle, letting the steam float up over your face as the water began to boil. as you turned back to the kitchen island to pour it into your cup, though, you nearly dropped the whole thing, startled at the sight of a second shadow approaching.

as the figure stepped into the projected glow of the stovetop light, two sets of eyes locked, as though you'd caught each other in what was meant to be a tacit, solitary act. you stared at each other with the same awe as a baby seeing their own reflection in the mirror for the first time, revelling in the shared vulnerability of the moment. awe that george was neither always the stoic, perfect, perpetually unbothered man you perceived him to be, nor were you the intimidating, too-cool-for-a-stepdad, teenager he saw.

"what are you doing here?" you sputtered, suddenly feeling a bit exposed, your nightly solitude interrupted. you grabbed a towel off the oven handle and began to wipe up the water you'd spilled on the counter in the commotion.

george rubbed his eyes and moved to join you, leaning slightly over the countertop. "Couldn't fall asleep," he shrugged, re-opening the crossword puzzle app on his phone. "D'you know a 'Brie Larson character?' Thirteen letters."

"Captain Marvel," you responded instinctively. A buzz sounded from George's phone, indicating you'd been right.

"Nice one."

You both sat quietly for a few seconds, until you finally broke the silence. "Me neither," you blurted. "I mean, I can't sleep either."

Your fingers clasped around your mug.

George looked at you attentively, as if to encourage you to go on. "Something the matter?"

You sighed. How to explain it? The racing thoughts against a background of emptiness? The utter lack of control you felt over your feelings? The way you just wished everything could stop for just a little while, and how nothing seemed to work to make that happen.

“I don’t know?” Were the words you finally decided on. You averted your gaze downwards, fidgeting with a loose puzzle piece, probably from the one in progress on the kitchen table. Gently, George took it from your jittering hands, bringing it over to the table. You followed him, instinctively, taking the chair opposite his. The jigsaw puzzle, one of a painting by your favourite artist he’d brought back for you from a trip. Normally it was your thing—you could sit for hours putting the pieces together. But it had laid dormant, little progress being made on the picture for the past near-month. It was as though it were an analogy for your feelings: a mess you didn’t feel like sorting out.

“Been looking for this one,” he smiled, slotting it perfectly into place. He continued to sort the pieces, wanting both to give you space but hoping that you’d feel comfortable enough to open up to him. Finally, he looked up, examining your face, watching the dark circles that danced under your eyes with concern. He swallowed. “Miss when we’d do these together, y’know. Remember? We used to go through a thousand-piece puzzle a week. Drove your mum crazy finding the pieces on the floor, though.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, head between your hands.

“What’s really going on, my love? Can you talk to me?” He paused, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Please?”

And then something clicked. It was like a dam had burst, and everything that had been running in your head spilled out over the room.

George listened intently as you seemed to tick off a list of feelings and symptoms all-too-familiar to himself. He tried to approach the subject with caution, interrupting your spiral of confusion with a tact question. "Do you think you might be...depressed?"

Your breath caught in your throat. You’d learned about depression, in health class, on TV. You’d thought it was a palpable sadness, something all consuming, something that made you want to die. But upon consideration now, maybe it was also the emptiness, the lingering feeling of not knowing, the quieter, milder despair inside you. You thought on it a little longer, moving to bite a fingernail. “Maybe?” Another uncertain sip of your tea, which was now rapidly cooling.

“Y’know, I used to feel like you do sometimes,” George spoke, earnestly.

“Does it ever get better?” You spoke frankly, now looking him in the eyes.

“The emptiness…” he paused, placing his words. “It starts to fade when you let people in. I let the guys in. I let your mum in, I let you in. Don’t feel so empty anymore.”

There was a knowing glint in his eye. “…You have to let us in, too, y/n.”

“I know, I just…I didn’t want to be…difficult.”

“Oh, sweet girl, you could never be,” he reassured you. “Promise you’ll come get us next time, love? ‘Stead of sneaking around down here?” He extended a pinky, the childish gesture making you chuckle. You locked digits.

“Promise.”

And as he tucked you back into bed that night, promising again to stay until you fell asleep, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. The easy sleep came, and never hesitated again.

[moonstruckme]

Mae I’m afraid your emt!marauders gave me unrealistic expectations… I had an accident the other day and the ambulance was called, and despite being in extreme pain, I was immediately like “that emt is so hot. It’s time to woo. My emt! Storyline is about to begin” AND I DID NOT BAG THE MAN he immediately drugged me and cut my pants up though, and I made him laugh multiple times in the ambulance and the ER. I might be delulu but he better be thinking of me still (I’m convinced he is, I might’ve been drugged but I was charming af)

Oh my gosh babe it sounds like you did woo! I mean idk about you but boys aren't usually trying to fucking shear off my pants just after meeting me. I really hope you're doing okay though whatever that was sounds like it was very serious and traumatic!! Props to you for making him laugh and charming him while you were presumably in lots of pain you're stronger than I'll ever be

[nayatarot777]

how these mfs have you fucked up

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• pile one •

cards: knight of wands, king of wands, knight of swords, the emperor

for some reason, these people think that they can redirect your focus away from yourself and what you’ve got going on. what you’re building within your own life. your self-rulership is a trigger to them. your independence. your focus on asserting your wants and what you expect of your life and your desires. a lot of these people are very domineering and love to control people - but they obviously can’t with you. the way that they could try to redirect your energy is through petty gossip or trying to influence you to focus on shit that doesn’t benefit your personal growth. there’s self confidence that these people sense in you that is unmatched. for a lot of you, it’s your sexuality too. but whatever goals you have, you feel pretty capable of achieving them. and that’s why these mfs are intimidated. for those of you who are sex workers (i’m mainly seeing dominatrixes and onlyfans content creators), people are shocked at your energy of not giving af about being judged. i’m also seeing that a lot of you guys have smart ass mouths 😂 if someone’s got something to say to you, you’ll return their energy back to sender x5. you seem to be up on a figurative throne that nobody can get you off of. because you only listen to yourself and do what you want to do.

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• pile two •

cards: 4 of cups, 8 of cups, the hierophant, 10 of cups

these people really thought that your loyalty and commitments lied with them - despite them not giving you the emotional fulfilment that you needed and deserved. as if you’d never leave them in the dust like the dusties that they are. like you leaving was the most unrealistic thing. for some reason, these people felt like they had some imaginary ass authority over you - while doing nothing to deserve the respect of an authority figure. this could be a “parent” 😑. the fact that you’ve emotionally disconnected yourself from them and now that they see no signs of you giving af about their existence, now they’re feeling emotionally neglected. good for them. a lot of you have begun to build your dream life now that this person is no longer around you. this person knows that your connection to them is forever changed and transformed, whether they like it or not. but they have some delusional ass mindset where they have the power - somehow, in some way - to convince you to come back to them. this person may also have some sort of god-complex or they could use religion to emotionally abuse. Father God and Mother Gaia sure has something for this person - karma wise. especially Father Saturn (Satan)? yeah, this person has fucked up and they can go choke 🙃

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• pile three •

cards: page of cups, king of pentacles, 4 of pentacles (reversed), 9 of pentacles

these people don’t see the value in you. you may come across as very uplifting, unassuming, maybe even innocent. and because of this, these people have assumed that you have a lack of maturity within you. like you don’t seek stability in the connections that you invest into. little do they know that you take note of everything and gauge whether or not people are deserving enough of what you would give them if you were to actually take them seriously. they actually think that they’re someone who you value more than you value yourself. HA. bih please 😑. these people overestimate the importance that they have in your life. they could even assume that you have an unstable self esteem or something like that, and that you find validation in being likeable to other people, meaning that they assume that you’re easily played. but no. you’re just genuinely likeable. you’re not being a beg and a people pleaser by being nice to them. like, are these people okay or…? because ain’t no way someone being nice to you should gas you up that much. i’m sorry, that’s sad lmaoo. pray for these people y’all (if you want to 👀🤷🏾‍♀️). these people have now seen that the value that they once thought that they had in your life wasn’t that at all. they actually feel pretty dumb. pretty stupid. as they should. these people didn’t want to hold you down and give you any type of stability, thinking that it’s acceptable to be treating you like an option, or a “fun time” and shit, all because you were nice to them? so that must mean you’re dumb? dummies thinking they’re smart. damn 😪

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[thestargyal]

12/23: Mars Moonwalks All Over Me

Hello Starlings,

I’m writing to you from the job I’m sure I’ll lose in a month. 2 months tops. I’ll be surprised if I make it through the entire Mars rx transit. Hoping I do because there are few things a Capricorn sun loves more than a consistent check.

I received a kiss of death on Friday - an incoming PIP once we get back from break in January. Their preliminary micro-management has been little help and a lot more of the same corporate bullshit - unrealistic expectations, nitpicking, disclosing my neurodivergence to other teams without my consent. I’ve been silently critical and anti since onboarding, quiet quitting after their third strike with me (TWO late checks) - so I’m not surprised. I’m also no fool - despite my supervisor’s reassurance that there are people on our team who have come off a PIP stronger than ever - almost nobody survives a PIP. After the news, I pivoted from my task list to a LinkedIn job search.

Yesterday I listened to Chris Brennan’s 2025 horoscope for scorpio ( my rising) and he mentioned that this mars retrograde would be going on for the first couple months of the year. It will move from Leo back into Cancer until February 23rd. For us unlucky winter babies born at the top of the year, we’ll carry this moonwalking mars with us through the rest of our year via our solar returns.

For us Scorpio & Aries risings, Mars is our chart ruler - so mars transits are really nothing to play with. Right ahead of the current mars retrograde in Leo - an Aries rising girlfriend of mine abruptly lost a gig for reasons that amount to little more than bullshit. “we love you but…” The longer I listened to her detail the few working days before she got the boot - the more clear it became that she was punished for shining a little too hard. Leo represents shine. I imagine the retrograding Leo mars was right on top of her 5H Leo moon.

Despite the fearmongering, retrogrades are truly not all that scary. In explaining them to the uninitiated, I often lean emphasizing the RE in retrograde. RE-do, revise, rethink, replenish, review, readjust, recreate, relax, remember, rebrand, request, and so on. Retrogrades are part cosmic do-overs, part command for caution. Part of what makes mercury retrogrades so distressing is that our world runs on communication - during a retrograde it becomes much easier to make a blunder that initiates a terrible game of telephone in your life. A Mars retrograde however, can be even more frustrating. It stops forward movement, strips away whatever it is you got going on in the house it is transiting, and yanks you backward. Your energy levels decrease. you feel fuzzy & unorganized, you try to spring forward but something always blocks your movement. Mars rx is calling you to rest & re-strategize. Its a good time to make new plans.

It’s worst manifestation, to me, is the level of inward aggression you can feel with no explanation or proper outlet. I recall one Mars rx transit where I was just pissed. I grew up depressed af, which mars rx can exacerbate given it makes the right aspects to your natal chart, but this was worse. I wanted to fight anyone and everyone, though I knew I couldn’t without reason. And no matter what, I could not focus on anything but frustration. After days of feeling like shit, I opened my astro app to see that mars was retrograding right on top of my natal mars in aquarius - to the degree. From a placidus perspective, it was in the 3rd house - the house of the conscious mind & communication. Be wary of internalizing and carrying around frustration & disappointment during this time, not having an outlet for the increased stressed does you zero good. But, be mindful of how you externalize - consequences for impulsive, aggressive acts is twofold.

In Chris’ video - he mentioned that the retrograding mars, happening in the 10H for us Scorpio risings, represented a turning point in the story of our career. I can only hope he’s right. This year feels like a string of missed opportunities at a strong pivot. But I guess this could be a second chance.

When I received news of my PIP, transiting mars was in my 9H (placidus), 10H (whole signs) of career opposing (stressful connection) my natal mars (ruling my 6H of routine work), and the rest of my stellium in aquarius. Not supportive for keeping a day job, from a whole signs perspective, this rx mars in my 10H is looking at my natal mars and saying “damn b*tch, this really what you want?” From a placidus one, this mars is transiting my 9H of belief & perspective, telling my natal mars that I might be thinking too small. I know it - I left my other media job this year to find my creative self & succumbed quickly to the fear of financial insecurity - blocking most progress I could have made. Leo is a sign of fearlessness - eschewing the idea of sacrificing authenticity for security, as it knows no true security can come from not living in alignment with what you really want.

Transiting rx Mars was also making a trine (beneficial connection) to my natal moon in Sagittarius (ruling my 9H of belief). In my chart, my moon is in the 1st house of self from a placidus perspective - signaling that the change from this retrograde will benefit my true self. From a whole signs perspective, my sag moon is in the 2H of worth & value - signaling that forthcoming change in career, may not only benefit me financially, but also my confidence in the long run. Once mars moves back into cancer, it’ll be in my 9H of higher learning. I’ve already planned on using my time off to upskill, complete a certification that will help me on my job search. Only time will tell.

But enough about me - how is this mars rx treating you? You can tell me all about it, if you’d like. But I also already know - I’ll be posting some mars rx horoscopes soon.

Love, always

stargyal

[iamumbra195]

Tomura's Psyche

So while Chapter 419 was absolutely devastating, I find a lot of what AfO said in this chapter kind of enlightening. Most of his monologues tend to go over my head but this one was really interesting to me because he used the terms 'superego' and 'id'.

(I'm really obsessed with psychology rn but I've still only taken one course and read a bunch of articles so forgive me if I get anything wrong)

According to Sigmund Freud, a personality is composed of three elements known as the id, ego, and superego.

The id is essentially your basic desires, needs, and impulses and is not affected by reality, logic, or the everyday world, as it operates within the unconscious part of the mind. It operates on a pleasure principle in which every impulse must be satisfied immediately and when the impulse is denied, a person experiences displeasure. Think of it like the devil whispering in your ear for you to do whatever you want. The id is split into two base instincts known as the Eros (life instinct) and Thanatos (death instinct). Eros helps the individual survive, directing life-sustaining activities such as respiration, eating, and sex (Freud was obsessed with sex, don't look at me he was weird af). Thanatos is essentially the destructive forces everyone has access to and when directed outwards, it is often expressed as aggression and violence. Freud believed that Eros was stronger than Thanatos, thus enabling people to survive rather than self-destruct.

However, when we look at this panel

I don't think AfO fully suppressed his id because that would make no sense since Tomura's whole thing was his hatred and desire to destroy everything stemming from 'that house'. Rather, AfO suppressed his life instinct or Eros, making it so that he was driven by his death instinct and would self-destruct and react with violence and aggression to things that he didn't like.

This is essentially what Tomura was like at the beginning when he was still being 'mentored' by AfO. He was impulsive and rash, destroying whatever he wanted without any thought for the consequences. He was also incredibly self-destructive, scratching at his skin until it bled and not taking care of his body the way he should.

But he changed, didn't he? After AfO was locked in Tartarus, he changed and matured as a person.

Which brings us to the second part of someone's personality, known as the ego. The ego develops during infancy to mediate between the unrealistic id and the real external world by finding reasonable ways to achieve the id's demands. It is the decision-making component of personality. Ideally, the ego works by reason, whereas the id is chaotic and unreasonable. Freud describes the ego as "part of the id which has been modified by the direct influence of the external world.”

This pretty much perfectly summarizes what happens to Tomura when AfO is detained and he's forced to mature and act as a true leader to their ragtag group of broke villains. He's willing to do things differently, to delay the satisfaction of doing what he wants in exchange for a more favourable outcome (which is known as delayed gratification in psychology). Like when he was working with Overhaul, he didn't particularly want to work with him and most definitely wanted to kill him but that wouldn't benefit the league in any way so he went about it in a smarter way, using the heroes' invasion to get what he wanted, which was to hurt Overhaul, and what benefited the league, which was the quirk destroying drug.

And now finally, the third element of someone's personality, is known as the superego. The superego develops during the ages of 3 to 5, incorporating the values and morals of society, which are commonly learned from one’s parents. It motivates us to behave in socially acceptable manners and is essentially there to control the id's impulses that society forbids such as violence.

In this panel

AfO calls Tenko Tomura's superego but until recently, Tenko's been caged in Tomura's head. The beliefs he'd picked up from his parents were still in his unconscious, still embedded in his actions and decisions with him being none the wiser.

Especially when you compare these two scenes.

Despite losing his hatred and grief, he's still fighting because he knows the league, his chosen family, was relying on him.

A family that looks out for one another because the heroes failed them all.

So in conclusion, AfO has been manipulating Tomura's life and personality to fit his needs and because of this, Tomura has been unstable as fuck since he was a kid and desperately needs help that I doubt he's going to be able to get before he dies.

[scarysanctuary]

watched Renfield, mannn, it should have been a weird, silly, fun, actually co-dependent, GAY af, but theyre both deeply closeted, rom-com horror movie, where they love/hate each other and yet have been married for a hundred toxic years without even knowing it-movie, with deep character studies, not whatever amalgamation of stuff that thing was. the movie tries to pull off a pretty weird, fun surreal vibe, while also having Dracula be a mindless monster that is not charming, seductive, or even slightly nice to Renfield, making his choice to become his familiar seem unrealistic, especially because he doesnt come across as the type of person that would have ever done the things hes supposed to have done, not to mention he calls his powers a curse from the get-go. so he essentially doesnt grow throughout the events of the film, he starts off doubting things, and basically ends up dumping Dracula. he always kinda hates Dracula and the feeling is mutual, i dont think it fits with the vibe they were going for at all. they should have loved each other, the idea of them being co-dependent they got right, and they used it as a joke because of how ridiculous it was, but it wasnt actually showcased in any fun way, they just showed that he catered to Dracula's every whim... okay?? thats not how a co-dependent relationship works, all that he got from him was powers, powers that he declares to be a curse, so what is he really dependent on him for? nothing that is shown onscreen at least. now if they loved each other and leant on each other for food/comfort/company and were so ostracized from the outside world, that they only had each other and that was shown, then their toxic, uneven relationship would not only make for some funny moments (an outsider like Rebecca coming into their lives for the first time in a 100 years, jealousy, confusion and hijinks ensues, or after a lovers tiff, Dracula states that he is done with Renfield, only for Renfield to get himself into trouble and Dracula has to sigh and go save his ass), itd also add depth to their relationship, but most importantly itd just make sense. if you are going to hint at a toxic co-dependent relationship to make a joke out of it, you might as well go balls to the walls with it. Hell, I would have loved if Renfield was just a regular human without powers, and Dracula chose him as his little pet anyway, that he cant seem to let go of, or eat, because hes different, and other vampires or outside circumstances makes him come face to face with the fact he actually does care about this guy. I just think they dropped the ball and could have made a unique film thats deeply beloved by fewer people instead of making a movie with a broader audience, that will be forgotten in a few years.

[timespaceandfilm]

Hot Take: Seb is skinny af and he has abs

Do I think Sebastian is ripped? lol No. I think you could count his ribs from ten yards away. But skinny guys can have visible abs, depending on genetics. Just because he's a twig doesn't mean his abdominal muscles don't exist. And if there's little to no body fat between said muscles and the skin layers, they could be visible.

This isn't to say that others aren't allowed to HC Seb as having a flat tummy. Like have whatever HCs you want. I'm just saying it's not unrealistic to imagine him with skinny boi abs.

[confessions-official]

I’d kill for a mutually obsessive relationship where neither of us are nonchalant about each other and I don’t have to play stupid mind games or act like I don’t care in order to make him care about me.

Unfortunately love don’t work like that. In order for love to be ✨healthy and non-toxic uwu✨ you have to maintain a high level of detachment and nonchalance. You also have to move at a snails pace - you can’t just get into a committed relationship with a man who has shown mutual interest in you for six months and says he wants to be your boyfriend.

It’s not as simple as I like you, I like you too, let’s be together. You have to play games and carry out a talking stage that lasts at least a year, casually date with NOOOO plans for the future, exclusivity or any kind of strings attached for about 3 years and maybe just maybe after 3 years of keeping it casual you can be in a relationship but absolutely NO talk of marriage or moving in together until that’s been going on at least five years. And no saying I love you before marriage.

You also have to get to this point where you are detached enough from them that you enjoy being alone WAY more than you enjoy being with them. They need to remain a minor side character in your life while making money is the primary focus your whole existence. You need to be at a point where it’s fun to see them sometimes but you love your job way more and on your list of priorities they don’t even make the top ten and if you never saw them again your attitude is, “whatever, I love me money more than I could ever love you anyway”. That is healthy love

Much as I hate it that’s reality. If anyone ever loved me in the way that I love it would be a fucking catastrophe. We’d get together probably as soon as we knew we liked each other (assuming we’d known and spend at least a few months around each other prior). We’d be exclusive in 6 months and trading I love yous like a couple of delusional anxiously attached freaks who don’t know that’s not how reality works or understand social norms. By a year talking about the future and by 2-3 years living togeher or perhaps married. We wouldn’t lose interest in each other after 6 months because I’m a defective freak who doesn’t get bored of people sand we’d love each other more than our country or the companies we worked for. Now that shit is toxic af not to mention unrealistic

 

[novella-writers]

⚰️ mxm ◦ discord ◦ 21+ writers only

Hi! I'm on the hunt for a vampire x forensic pathologist modern fantasy roleplay. I would like to play the latter role using a human OC in his 40s.

Things to know:

I'm looking for relaxed activity. Replies around 1-4x per week

Discord only, no Tupper pls

Real face claims or just descriptions. I have an actor FC for my guy. Characters of color also welcome!

My character can be a top, bottom, sub, dom, switch, whatever the plot calls for

No doubling bc I can't keep track of all that lmao

Riffs on the idea are very welcome! I don't want to dictate what the whole plot is

I like chatting ooc, sharing inspo, etc.!

My replies often well surpass the Discord character limit, so I'm definitely looking for in-depth writing here. But if a situation calls for a shorter response (i.e. rapid-fire action or conversation), I don't see the need the fill up space to meet a character count

MxM only, but that includes nb and trans muses

The plot: I have a human OC in mind for the forensic pathologist who is smart, eccentric, and a bit of a jaded grump in his 40s. To save this post from being long af, I'll share the skeletal plot idea directly if interested. But the vibe I'm looking for is kinda a cat-and-mouse game in a world where vampires and other supernatural creatures are not known to humans.

Kinks to be shared but I'm looking for open-minded partners willing to get smutty and explore dark content as appropriate for the plot. I expect age difference to be involved in this.

Limits include bestiality, toilet play, filth, and wholly unrealistic things like giants/micro. Otherwise bring your ideas!

Like if interested!

Like if interested!

[mariemariemaria]

im finding so much of the dialogue in this series cringy af. like ‘is this a game or child labour?’ ‘in late stage capitalism who knows?’ like wow...i bet the writers had to spend a lot of time on twitter to come up with that one. and then the scene where isaac gets them all to delete nude pictures and videos off their phones which literally just felt SO unrealistic and clichéd. why are we still handling grown men with kid gloves. why do they need to have morality spoonfed to them. im so tired of seeing this scene in tv shows and then them getting praised for raising awareness about it or whatever like its an attempt to make the characters look good (lol) and is also a catalyst for isaac finding out that colin’s gay but its all just so artificial and contrived. and then jack saying something like ‘would you rather do this or spend the day with a bunch of white men’ as if she isn’t a rich white woman????? no rich white woman speaks like that like C’MON it’s all just twitter buzzwords dressed up as humour. and bumbercatch saying that he conserves energy in case class war breaks out like good to know that this multimillionaire premier league footballer is willing to do extreme and frankly pathetic things to try and ensure his victory over working class people. that's not very marcus rashford of him.

[cherienymphe]

I wanna bring the “enemies to lovers” twitter convo here. Ppl are saying it doesn’t work and it’s unrealistic for adults. I think if the stakes are good enough and its has believable dilemmas it can still work for adults. Like how to lose a guy in 10 days is the perfect example of the enemies 2 lovers trope with adults #tome romance is so uninspired these days 😔

Are we talking irl or fiction? I write literal rape fics so I clearly don't give af about what can or can't work bc it's fiction and that's the beauty of writing whatever you want 😭

[valyrfia]

https://www.tumblr.com/valyrfia/753339300734812160/guys-if-i-reblog-a-post-to-add-an

honestly going to sound bitchy when I say this, and while I don’t think OP should be getting hate for their takes, I also think it’s unrealistic to expect something that’s posting on a public forum to never break containment. Especially when their takes either make them sound like a hypocrite or like they honestly believe that any ships are happening IRL and not just a bit of fun within the fandom.

I personally don’t give a shit if someone finds my takes on Lestappen delusional, because let’s be real-it is. The same way all RPF is, no matter the ship. Because we don’t know these people. So I find it hard to judge others for their shipping because at the end of the day you’ve got to take a step back and realize this is all for fun, if we’re reading too much into an interaction, so what? If we’re pook-afing a grown man, what’s the hard? There’s a difference between RPF/shipping and the actual person going out to race every weekend. And personally, I’m more concerned with people that have trouble understanding and distinguishing between the two.

There is probably a less than 1% chance that Charles and Max are interested in each other in a romantic way, which is why all of my “theories” are simply for fun. And I can understand not wanting to interact with some of the more die hard fans, for any ship/fandom because they do tend to get a little too defensive of their favs. But I’m not okay with the suggestion that, Lestappen is somehow less morally okay than Carlando or Galex or whatever other ship because we’re Ken-afing a man. As if we any of the other ships are somehow more realistic.

Eh idk. I think we're all on tumblr to escape something and enjoy, and people have different boundaries to keep their peace that deserve to be respected. Just because someone criticises a certain ship and then requests that their opinion not be spread because they just don't have the mood nor the energy to discuss it doesn't make them a hypocrite, it just means they want to log on and enjoy what they enjoy without having to engage too critically with it. I don't think OP was saying that Lestappen is less morally okay (let's get one thing straight: all RPF is morally grey as hell but that's a different discussion), rather sharing their opinion of the ship as formed by their experiences–as I think they're entitled to do. OP didn't post it in any tags, and it only reached us because people sent it in.

Yeah I disagreed with their take, and expressed that and I stand by my points–but I have deleted and will delete my takes if it means sending discourse anons to a person who doesn't want it. I explicitly asked at the beginning of my reblog of thearchercore's original anon not to go send anons to OP because they set a boundary in their meta that they didn't want them, so it's just a bit annoying that then anons flood this person's inbox anyway and I get contacted and my username gets attached to all this disrespect and boundary breaking and I'm the one who has to apologise and I feel a little mortified. Just please respect people's boundaries, it makes everyone's lives much simpler.