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June Claremont-Diaz đ«±đœâđ«Čđ» Princess Bea
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#listen I know there's many reasons this happens even with loving parents#but it's incredibly psychologically damaging to have to fill a parent's shoes for a sibling even if you're legally an adult#because your brain doesnt give a shit how legal you are#it just knows you're prioritizing playing a parental role when you need to be focusing on yourself#my most intense parentification trauma years was between 17â22#it broke my heart that June left her boyfriend to be with Alex because she knew she's the only one who would prioritise him#and Bea pumping the brakes on her mental health spiral because her baby brother didnt have a functional parent left#granted that may have saved her but having to claw yourself back to sanity bc you have to take care of someone else is seriously non-ideal#and yeah I know that their brothers were worth it and they dont regret it#but they have so much reason to be burnt out and hold their mothers to account good god#women arent caretakers and protectors because we're just built naturally kind. it's because we get left to do the nurturing and caretaking#until it becomes second nature#for my part being a big sister is fundamental part of me and caretaking and protecting and nurturing is who I am now#but the inability to ever put myself first and take space when someone needs me#the inability to turn off the kindness tap even when it's running blood#the instinct to fix things and take responsibility for everyone#it's all incredibly damaging in the long run#''southern goodness'' baby that's the gender conditioning ideal#do you know how much repressed pain it takes to be that kind and gentle#firstprince#june claremont diaz#bea fox mountchristen windsor#parentification#child neglect#emotional neglect#feminism#gender conditioning#knee of huss#rwrb#red white & royal blue
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5. What's your controversial marine biology take? Oh, have I been talking about my controversial takes these past few days! Ocean sunfish.... beautiful, so silly but so beautiful.
To name another thing, perhaps this is moreso something that grinds my gears rather than a controversial take but I haaaaate when people say that male seahorses get pregnant. It's what it looks like but it's not the case!!! He just has a pouch where the egg are deposited for safekeeping, it's like mouthbrooding but with a designated pouch!! He does not produce the eggs and all the nutrition the eggs receive was never from him!!! Perhaps I get too hung up on these aquatic animal technicalities, but it still makes me needlessly annoyed whenever in fiction there's like, seahorses, and they imply that the process of seahorse baby development is the exact same as human baby development but.... backwards for sexes..?
#i ranted about this for like 10 minutes to my sister when we were playing monster prom the other day.#theres an interaction where they basically go âmerfolk reproduce exactly like seahorses so they all do mpreg!â#the narrator finishes the interaction off with essentially âwait until bigots hear about male seahorses...â#the first offense was the seahorse pregnancy. the second offense was them blatantly ignoring the actual âtransâ fish of the world!#trans in quotations because fish dont experience gender. but there are several species of fish that are born as female and become male or-#are born as male and become female! some fish carry both sets of reproductive organs their whole life and some are born as one sex and-#then become both as they age! theres so many hermaphroditic fish! and they went with seahorses....#naturally though the game was not made with fish nerds going âUMMM ACTSHUALLY-!!â in mind but rather for an audience of all kinds of people#asks#toaster-os#marine biology ask game
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Braindumping about Silco and Vi, because these two are such fantastic narrative foils for each otherâand, in the same breath, completely cut from the same cloth.
I keep wishing they had more scenes together, another square-off, something to put them head-to-headâbecause there's so much potential for them to counteract the layers of each other.
At the root of it all, Vander's looming between them, this monolith of a presence that ties their pasts together. But above that, still, we have Jinxâwho not only is their driving tension, but their greatest possibility for reconnection.
Here, we have Vander's daughterâsomeone who, for all intents and purposes, has become what he wanted, but who has also been someone he saw too much of himself in; who he did his best to reshape, instead of enable, and who put him on a pedestal, and truly saw him as hers, more than perhaps anyone (except, well, Silco).
Vi treasured Vander, fully looked up to him as her fatherâand losing him shattered her. In between all the layers of it, there's this underlying thread in his actions towards her, a tension that just sits with her through Act 1âDo as I say, not as I do (or, rather, as I did).
Here, we also have Vander's partnerâsomeone who knew him before, knew what he was, what he resented, and what he became, instead; and who bears the scars of what all their fallout grew to be. Someone who holds the memory of him tangibly, in multiple respects, as though it is something he physically cannot sever: Vander's knife, the Dropâand even, in some ways, Jinx.
Silco is still clinging to the idea of Vander, throughout the entire series. To the potential in their reunion at the cannery; to the reassurance of what he knew him to be (I knew you still had it in you; Vander wasn't the man you thought he was); to this need he has to still speak to him, even after everything.
But Vi was raised with the burden of being the eldest; being the one most capable of providing protectionâand, as a consequence, with the burden of responsibility.
She's not only a sister to Jinx. She's a guardian to herâand in many respects, a stand-in mother. And Silco, as a surrogate father, is standing right in the middle of that. A roadblock between "Powder," as Vi knows her sister as, and "Jinx," as Silco knows his daughter to be.
Right at the forefront, we have so much conflict here. Vi is so similar to Vander, to the point that she is nearly his spirit incarnateâso much so that having her resurface from a presumed grave just sets fuel to fire for a vendetta Silco has never been able to snuff out.
But beneath thatâfar beneath thatâthey have so much in common. Vi's headstrong rebuttals in Act 1 about going against Piltover and striking them down, about being made to feel lesser her whole life and needing to fight against it, just sings with Silco's anger in the cannery (You'd die for the cause, but you won't fight for one?).
These are two kindred spirits, two revolutionaries willing to do anything for their city and those they love, and who aren't afraid to fight for it. Who want to fight for it.
But trapped between it all, we have Jinx. Someone Vi is not willing to sacrifice (i.e., her memory of Powder), and who Silco, by the end of the series, isn't willing to sacrifice, either (i.e., his loyalty to Jinx).
Vi, of course, could never fathom Silco being a father to Powder (how could she, after he is the reason Vander was taken from her?)âand looks for justifications for her hatred, in everything he does.
But the unfortunate truth of the matter is that for all Vander cherished and nurtured Vi as a vision of himselfâso has Silco, to Jinx. He sees himself in her. He has empowered her, cherished her. He is so incredibly tender with her, in his own ways. Andâfor all his absolute faults, his skewed morals, his tunnel-visioned zealousy to achieve Zaunâhe is a good father to Jinx, just as Vander was a good father to Vi.
The question I keep finding myself mulling over, though, is whether these two could find elements of that, once again, in each other.
There are so many things Silco isn'tânot only in Vander's shadow, but simply in the character that he is. He doesn't come in swinging; he plots, he strategizes, he fights with words. He isn't a warm presence, or a jovial one; he's chilling, he's dry, he's distanced. There are countless contradictions one can draw between the two of themâand so many layers one can tease apart, on how their opposites attracted each other, how they worked (a balance that will no longer ever be).
But there are so many things Silco is. He's critical, he's fiercely rational, he knows how to weave a crowd around his finger with a single intonation. He admires the outcasts, the scrappers, those that have dredged through society to claw for what they can. He surrounds himself with themâand he operates alongside them, as an equal as much as an usurper.
He's a flavor of parenthood Vi didn't receive, but could haveâthe one that would have validated her need to fight; who would have taught her that strength comes in numbers, not in one's single ability to protect; who would have seen her snarkiness, her quick wit on her feet, and taught her to use it to her leverage.
The tragedy of the whole series is that Jinx needs them both to have balance in her lifeâto keep the tether of her child self and her trauma from splitting her apart at the seamsâyet for Silco and Vi, as the narrative destines them for (and as it destined Silco and Vander for), any semblance of a connection between them is doomed for destruction.
There's too much they hold fiercely to themselves, in their own traumas, that they cannot set downâeven for the sake of Jinx's needs. They are equally selfish, in that way. They want the version of Vander that they are not willing to let go of; and they want the version of Jinx that they know her to be.
But they could change. They could.
Silco did, by the end. Chose his daughter, his legacy, over the cause, over his vision of progress. And Vi did, too. Chose "peace," chose to set down the gauntlets, chose politics (andâarguablyâcomplacency, in the same way Vander did) as the path forward.
But what if they set it all down, for Jinx? What if they became what she needed, on both sides? A father who sees her, nurtures her, like Vander saw and nurtured Viâand a sister who loves and protects her, like Vi loved and protected Powder; who could learn, maybe, to love and protect "Jinx," too?
And maybeâjust maybeâSilco and Vi could learn to appreciate each other, for all their surface hatreds. Find mentorship, find balance again, in each other. And through it, Vi could learn that protection, responsibility, isn't the only quality to strive for. That even she can be nurtured again, too.
#yes this is rapidly becoming the entire basis of heron blue and yes this is the central premise of the WIP i'm working on#shhh#listen these two are just#hhGHGHGH#silco and jinx have that special dysfunctional flavor of daddy issues out the roof#but let's just talk about vi with all that for a second#like????#yes she will loathe silco until her deathbed for taking vander from her but like...vander gave this girl parentification issues for DAYS#there's some complications big time on both sides#arcane#rambles#arcane meta#arcane vi#arcane silco#arcane vander#i know i have completely left caitlyn out of the equation here#honestly - i could see their relationship developing more...genuinely's not the right word but?#separate from the context of vi being freed from prison?#something that comes more naturally from them seeing each other in their own contexts/working environments#and admiring/appreciating each others' opposites all the more for it#also just like#this is what jinx NEEDS it is the whole shakespearian tragedy of the entire conflict with these three#and the total angst ball of what that *could* be is just divine
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Lyra doodles đ§Ą
#lyra#original art#syzygy#syzygy lyra#ttrpg oc#sprinkles some oc art once every blue moon and call it a day#drawing the same girlie over and over again until it becomes second nature#i like that she looks good in orange :3#actually the orange skirt is the one that really made me say 'yeah i found her style' and never looked back
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Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...
#Definitely not going to be able to stick with it just due to like... being realistic about my energy levels and etc. ESPECIALLY as we#enter the Evil Summer and it becomes hot all the time. But... one can attempt.. at least...#I'm also a very slow writer since I tend to re-read and edit while I write. and only move onto the next section once what I'm writing#seems okay. Which is easy for visual novel type stuff. since ''sections'' of a conversation are more clearly marked (like if you#have a menu option with 5 different dialogue choices. finish the character's response for choice 1 before moving onto 2. etc.)#Especially since when I'm done with a whole quest I always follow it up by playing through it and picking every option and making sure it#actually all works okay and etc. So I am already going to see it all a second time. Then I can go back and reorder a few words or remove#certain sentences that don't sound natural when I read them out loud (I always read it all outloud to myself since it is... just peple#talking.. it should sound like natural dialogue in their voice. etc). But my ''first draft'' is kind of not as first drafty since I pause t#edit a lot as I go along. So it also takes longer probably than it would take other people who I think treat a first draft as more#of a loose guideline or something. AANYWAY...#80F in my bedroom right now again... huzzah... I did end up finishing and recording that sims build video before the heat wave (or is#it really a heat wave if it's just summer..?? lol) came in.. but now... augh.. the editing... plus the costume photos and all else... Much#to do as always.. Often such a long todo list.. a giant scroll hung upon the walls of the evil hermit wizard tower..#Anyhow.. I hope I can finish getting ready for bed early in time to reward myself with a game of tripeaks solitaire whilst I snack on#cheddar cheese and some of those preserved artichokes in a jar. hrgm... I actually have nasturtiums (ultimate best flower) on the#deck again this year but I had to move them all into a corner today because the leaves were getting burnt by the sun lol.. Also am now more#cautiously weaving through social media to ignore all dragon age news. NOT bc of spoilers (I actually love spoilers/literally never play#any game until there's full guides on it I can read to plan my entire playthrough based on knowing exactly what I want to happen lol + mods#and etc.) but just because I'm so busy with my ownprojects I simply do not have the brainspace to dedicate... Yes I love to think#about elves and fictional universe lore. but no.. I pretend I do not see it. Does not exist to me actually. ghgj.. OHH also took som#cool pictures of flowers in the garden section of a store and I wanted to do like.. character designs based on the colors of the flowers o#something. but that might just be another unnecessary project to add to the pile.. I want to commit to the daunting task of dyeing my#hair again some time.. hrm.. this is all of the updates I can think of. As if a bunch of random tags make up for never posting anything for#weeks on end lol.. alas.. too warm to think properly I suppose.. .. I neeeeeed a long lost relative to leave me some million dollar#estate in their will so I can have the resources to move to a colder climate or something ..augh#.. but for now.. I shall toil away in my little wizard tower trying to write 2000 something words a day whilst sweating and such ghbj
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it's suddenly hit me with a startling and distressing clarity that one day I will be able to type out "whouffaldi" without even relying on the tags to do it for me
#and yes. I was relying on the tags to spell it for me#but it happens in every fandom I'm in where some stupid insane name will become so normalized to me#and then I'll look back and be like âwhen did THAT become natural for my fingers to type without a second thoughtâ#I fucking hate this ship name sorry but I do#and thoschei I hate that too I can start whouffaldi but oohh my god I just pray thoschei pops up when I need it#I'll dog on these stupid names until I die even tho I love these ships#I just. why did you people do this. please#ANYWAYS twelveclara for eva peace sign can't wait to be able to spell. uh... that... on my own#whouffaldi#twelveclara#doctor who
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da moooon
#brot posts#astro posting#photography#no comments really. standard moon photo from me#can only take so many pics of the moon until it becomes redundant.#i will say though i did try something new today and that was by using a 3 second delay between when i hit the screen to take the photo and#when it actually took the photo#and i think that helped#bc any sort of movement from me touching myphone will cause the image to blur#and i normally counteract that by taking a video instead#but then theres the degradation of quality by nature of taking screenshots of a video yknow#so just taking a normal photo and finding a way to not have my finger tapping cause bluriness i think was a slight game changer#chromatic aberration was also still really bad as normal but it was better so that i could just decrease the saturation on this pic#and therefore basically get rid of it#but the blurriness of the aberration is still there of course. U__U#but the fact i can edit it mostly away does mean the aberration isnt as bad as normal and again i think that was bc of the delay
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that last post is doing something to me emotionally, but the first one especially makes me think of inigo and how i'm really specific about how i like tea (and coffee) to the point that i usually just resort to making it myself, and.
idk. cries a little at the thought of him taking me out to get tea and noticing that i don't ever finish a cup, and when he asks and learns that i like it made a specific way, he takes it upon himself to learn how just so he can make it for me instead.
#the inherent romance of it all or something...#goes through attempt after attempt until he finally perfects it#and then it becomes second nature; he always does it without thinking after a certain point#and idk cries my eyes out or something#⥠â text#đ dancing in the dark
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Where does your confidence come from?
Oh, babe. This is the result of years of self discovering and building up self-esteem. Because I used to be the person that couldnât take compliments at all, and the one that would shy away into the background or let people walk over them.
When I say that you truly have to fake it or believe it until itâs real, I mean it. Because thatâs exactly how I started: telling myself Iâm a bad bitch. Forgiving myself if Iâm not where I wanna be or if I slip from time to time. Because letâs be real, you can be a sad bitch but still a bad bitch, you know?
I think it really starts with being okay with yourself. Donât bring yourself down all the time. Itâs much more freeing to forgive yourself and even congratulate yourself when you do something good, because youâre with yourself at the end of the day. So make peace with you, and start carrying yourself in a higher regard and figure out what you want to become.
Thereâs a lot that went into it so thatâs pretty much why Iâm all over the place here. But it really does start with the self-esteem aspect, and then telling yourself more positive things than negative. Eventually, go for things you want. Doesnât matter how small or humongous in scale that isâjust go for it. That will help with building confidence, too.
My confidence comes from me. Because even if everyone or everything else isnât there, I am.
#do i feel insecure still?#absolutely#but confidence is also a choice#so you gotta choose it until it becomes second nature#anon#*advice#mailboxđ
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We Neva Play!
Synopsis. Turns out, the ârâ in rivals stands for âreally good sĂ©xâ when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rivals-to-lovers, sĂ©x pollen, innapproprĂate use of jujutsu (like a LOT), pĂșssydrunk Gojo, limitless, both are teachers, creampĂes, oraI (fem), sĂxty-nine, banter, breaking the bed, FĂRAL Gojo, pĂșssy-slappĂng, BRĂEDING, spĂtting, readerâs CT mentioned, Yagaâs had enough, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 6.3k (cries)
A/N. Lacked Gojo in the manga so I present to you more Gojo <3
âGojo, I will kill you before that curse can-â
âAw, man!â Yuji whines over Nobaraâs cackles, reluctantly slapping a few thousand yen onto her outstretched palm. He thuds his head frustratedly against the cool vending machine they were crouched behind, âThat was rigged!â
The girl scoffs, counting her hard-earned winnings victoriously, âI told you they wouldnât even make it until the school gates before fighting. Itâs not rigged, itâs common sense - not that youâd know anything about it.â Satisfied, she sneaks a look over the side of the machine at the shrinking backs of you and a too-happy Gojo Satoru. âBesides, weâll get a rematch soon enough. My moneyâs on her, double or nothinâ.âÂ
âYou really think theyâll kill each other before the mission is over?â Yuji muses, eyes locked on Gojoâs infamous smirk - only widening the closer he drives you dangerously towards an aneurysm. âI bet-â
âNo.â Megumiâs deadpan interruption startles them both. And as much as heâd like to pretend he wasnât cramped with the two idiots stalking their squabbling teachers, he unfortunately, very much, was. âI bet ten thousand yen they kill each other before the mission is over. Or worse - end up dating.â
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âA love hotel.â
âA love hotel~â Gojo echoes, with a hand clutching faintly at his chest. Swooning over you with each word, âNow, usually youâd have to take me out to dinner first, but for you I will make an except- mmpf-â
Now, Gojo knew he couldâve easily blocked your attack - hell, he didnât even have to bat an eye to activate limitless. But where was the fun in that? Giving into your elbow digging sharply into his side, heâs only cackling at your venomous words, âI could take down both you and those special grades, yâknow?â
âOh yeah?â he hooks a long finger underneath his blindfold, showing off that infuriating wiggle of his snowy brows. âIf youâre so great, then why did Yaga have you assigned with me, pretty girl?â
You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples, âOnly because someone-â And oh, if he had the most renowned eyes in all of jujutsu, then you had the most withering glare. â-completely skipped out on his last mission to stuff his face with sweets, nïżœïżœïżœ now Iâm wasting my time babysitting. So this time, Iâm in charge.â
Ah, a woman after his heart - in more ways than one, for sure.Â
âYes, maâam~âÂ
Dramatically, he mimics the zipping of his lips shut, readily following you towards the flashy building standing out amongst the bustling Tokyo street. Walls painted such a suggestive pink, neon lights flickering special discounts at passersby - it would have almost been scandalous to be caught outside such an obvious love hotel such as this - if it hadnât been for the mission, that is.Â
âDidnât think our first date would be at a love hotel.â he chuckles as soon as you reach the gaudy, perfumed reception. And that flickering, wide-eyed stare of the woman behind the counter is enough for Gojo to prattle on, âNow, tell me what room you want, honey-â Throwing an arm around your shoulder, youâre pressed helplessly against his toned front. â-theyâve got candy-themed, anime-themed- oh, theyâve even got a train station-â
âBest to keep our train station fantasies to ourselves-â You simper, subtly stepping on his foot with your own, but that only topples you against him. Instantly, another strong arm snakes around your waist to support your weight, as if second nature, â-isnât that right, dear?â
And you swear, you could spot a tiny dimple when the ends of his mouth curl even wider into a saccharine sweet grin. âIf my memory serves me right, you were the one that dragged me here. Isnât that right, dear?â
Shivers run down your spine - ones he runs the soft, rounded pads of his fingers up and down along. Youâre sure you looked like a disgustingly loving couple to the poor lady working at the counter. And to put her out of her misery, if anything, you recite, âA-anyways- apologies. Room 143, please.â Managing to plaster on a weak smile, it only falls flat when the receptionist hands you your key - and two complimentary condoms along with it. âI- uh- thank you?â
And itâs all you can do to not just shove off the 6â3 thorn at your side when he steers the two of you to the elevator with a disbelieving, âOnly two?âÂ
Though, youâre sure it wouldnât do much against him, anyway. It never has - because ever since youâd stepped foot through Jujutsu Highâs towering gates as its newest teacher, Gojo Satoru seemed to make it his mission in life to get on each and every single one of your nerves. The only mission heâd willingly do, mind you. Insisting on interrupting your classes, hiding you little sweets in your office, pushing your buttons in front of-
âWell, that went as inconspicuous as ever.â Gojo hums, reeling you out of your little reverie. âOf course, it did, thanks to me.â
ââInconspicuousâ my ass.â you groan, hastily punching in the ground number for your room. Yaga had said that the veil was already completed around the entirety of the curse-infested floor by now, good - the faster you could get away from Gojo, the more intact your sanity would be. âIf it wasnât for me smoothing things over, sheâd be filing a complaint against the sleazy man in a bad Kakashi cosplay at this very moment.â
âHey! I didnât see you putting on any Oscar-worthy performances. And my Kakashi cosplay is gre-â
DING!
The elevator doors open to a seemingly normal, barren hallway - not a hair or person out of place - though, you knew better. And as much of a fool as Gojo acted, he did, too.Â
His steady arm drops from your side when you stretch out your limbs in preparation - shit, you forgot it was still there. âWatch and learn, Gojo.â you hum.
âHell yeah, Iâm watching.âÂ
A beat of silence. Two.Â
With his thick blindfold, Gojoâs expression was almost indescribable - but your skin prickles with the slow, sultry sweep of his eyes down your figure. But before you can snap back at his loaded tone, it happens- âDonât fall behind, sweetheart.â
Curses burst out of the fourteen heavy, wooden doors along the narrow corridor - some small, some big, all crushed easily under the power of your cursed technique. And neither of you had to utter a word to know youâd both be trying to best the other.Â
Youâve got one slobbering mess of a curse trapped underneath your heel, locked in combat when Gojo calls out from somewhere across the hallway. âStill stuck on that grade one?â Your jaw ticks, pressing the curses face deeper into the carpeted floor of the bedroom, âIâve already located one of two special grades- better keep up.â
Fuck, curse him and his six eyes.Â
Not wasting any more time, you easily exorcize the remaining curse, feet carrying you door after door. Most of the infestation had been cleared out by now by the both of you, splatters of red and limbs lining along the hallway - you only felt bad for Ichiji having to organize a clean-up after this.Â
The next time you saw Gojoâs flash of cerulean eyes was from outside another bedroom. Goading, âHeh, need a little help, Gojo?âÂ
âOh fuck-â he wraps two arms around the special gradeâs flowered horns. Powerful legs bowed, cloudy hair mussed, blindfold dangling somewhere around his neck - he was beautiful. And it was fleeting moments like this that you held an ounce of begrudging respect for him. Ripping those offending appendages, â-off. Roughed up the other special grade for ya since you were so slow, sweetheart - consider it a lilâ gift for this date.â
âOh, fuck you-â
In the midst of it all, Gojo still manages to flutter his long lashes your way, âWell, we are in a love hotel, after all. Just say so if you wanna get those pretty hands on me.â
âI wouldnât fuck you if you were the last person on Earth, Gojo Satoru.â
His loud bout of laughter follows you to the final hotel room - 143, coincidentally. It was decadent, almost-spotless - had it not been for the towering curse hunched over in the middle. You could tell that Gojo had been here, because its pink, scale-like skin was already bruised.
You slam the door shut behind you, better to keep the property damage to a minimum. Hastily getting into action - it wasnât anything new, after years of exorcizing curses youâd grown used to predicting their pattern of attack. But it was only after a pressurized, finalizing punch of yours lands right on the curseâs thumping neck that you find yourself growing weary. Cautious of the tiny, red flower thatâd sprouted out of thin air on its skin. Immediately, you think back to Hanami, because it was blossoming - unnaturally fast - petals unraveling to explode in sparkly pollen-
Shit. Your head whirled, eyes watery at the heady scent, âWh-what the fuck-â
It takes only that split-second of distraction before more blooms pop! pop! pop! all down the curseâs figure. It just heaves with fatigue when they all burst out the same powdery substance from before.
âFuck- what is this-â your thighs clench together, teeth clenched so hard it hurt. You stagger back towards your opponent, and it seems this last-ditch Hail Mary caused more damage than good. Because the curse was lethargic, barely even flinching when youâre back to pummelling it with your cursed technique. Again. And again and again-Â â-if only youâd taken to making perfumes- instead-â
It falls to the ground with a last ringing screech, the flowers withering away instantly.Â
But the damage was done.
And youâd never felt so drained - even after your most difficult of missions. Never sinking down onto your knees this way, skin heated, mouth salivating. The air in the room was just thick with something so delicious - syrupy, with hints of pine and cherry - traitorously, you find yourself inhaling deep, addictive lungfuls of the scent.Â
âSmells so-â your brows furrow, digging a hand into the plush bed beside you to clamor back onto your feet. âSmells like-â
Gojo.Â
Your entire body jolts with something so dark - visceral, gasping when you feel your underwear just drench. Mind such a melty mess filled with only Gojo Gojo Gojo - and before you know it, youâre stumbling towards the door-
Bang!Â
The aroma only grows heavier near the door, blood thunders in your ear at the deafening crash from outside. Shit, had you locked the door-Â
Bang! Bang! BANG-
Fuck, neither of you were making it out alive.Â
Itâs the first clear thought headlining through your mind for the first time in what feels like ages - only several, syrupy-slow seconds later does it follow up with the realization that youâre now standing face-to-face with Gojo.Â
Gojo pain-in-your-ass Satoru.
Who looked absolutely crazed right now - teetering unsteadily on his feet, his head was bowed, fingers trembling. The mahogany hotel door in mere splinters under his hands.
âF-forgot you could teleport?â It comes out a yelp - pained, almost - and the very first note of your strained voice is enough to have his entire, powerful body wracking with a gasp. Goosebumps pricking along his milky skin, he finally - finally raises his eyes.
Shit, heâs finally lost it.
Because Gojoâs gaze was burning, lids hooded, dark pupils blown so wide that his eyes looked almost black. He didnât look at you with that usual teasing glint, no, he looked like he was going to rip you apart. Twitchy, drinking in a shaky, drawn-out gasp of the scented air. You almost had half the mind to wonder whether this was some special grade masked as your coworker.Â
But itâs real - itâs so, so real and you canât deny it when heâs baring you with such a vicious grin. Plump lips pulled back to show off those glinting canines, âYou.â
âSatoru.â
His lips are on yours - pressing and pressing so hard you were sure it bruised. But fuck- youâre kissing back - because how could you not? The candied seam of his mouth was addictive, breathing you in like his last breath of fresh air. Â
âKiss me-â he spits into your slack mouth, as if he wasnât already. Two hands surging forwards to cup your cheeks even deeper, âKiss me kiss me kiss- fuck-â That last little swear almost comes out as a whimper, and you can only keen when Gojo wraps his pretty lips around your tongue, sucking lewdly. âYâsmell so sweet- taste so sweet-â
âSa-t-toru-â youâre managing out. It just then hits you how weak your knees have gotten, sinking down to straddle his muscular, jutted-out thigh. It makes him throw his head back when youâre just dragging your hips in a long, languid stripe. âLook what youâve- what youâve gotten us into.â
Pulling away to lick lazily up, up, up your neck, his teeth bite just at your thundering pulse. âMe?â he hisses out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. âYou think Iâm the one fuckinâ responsible for this?â It almost hurt - but it hurt so good. âIâm responsible for this-â And his startling eyes sink down to the darkening wet patch on the middle of his leg, your flimsy panties sticking to his uniform. â-am, I?â
âYes.â your defiant fingers are trailing down the hem of his shirt, ripping apart those buttons in hasty, urgent tugs until it was off completely. âIf only you hadnât half-assed it with this special grade then-â
Gojo huffs out in humorless laughter into your lips - the same one heâd give a persistent little curse, and it makes your hairs stand on end. Wondering how high the kill count would really be. In the hundreds? Thousands? âI thought you were supposed to be the babysitter, huh?â
Millions.Â
âAnd arenât you the strongest?â A trembly hand of yours ventures its way down his flexing body - down, past those plush pecs, past his flinching abs, dipping teasingly just above where you could feel the hiking tent in his tight pants. âHow did you end up this hah- bad?â
Youâre holding back a groan at the long, solid inches straining to break free of his thick fabric, you could feel the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing length under your palm. Fuck, water was wet - Gojo Satoru, unfortunately, had a big di-
âYou.â
Itâs low, ragged - so quiet that for a second you think you almost imagine it.Â
âYou.â
His lips are sagging open once more, greedy gaze widening - and you knew it was glowing now. Tiny flickers of blue lightning flickering at the ends of his eyes with every mindless gyration of your palm down his bulging, clothed shaft.
âItâs all because of you.âÂ
Yeah, you would be lucky number one on his kill count when he breaks - or maybe he would be on yours
Your back is hitting the mattress, and the buttons of your poor uniform are hitting the velvety floor - absolutely nothing against the strongest, who was now tearing through your clothes the same way he was ripping apart those curses from before.
Shit- did he teleport you two?
âDonât know-â Gojo pants out feverishly, and at that moment you werenât sure if youâd simply babbled your thinking out loud or whether he could read your mind. âDonât- donât know- fuuck.â Low, feral groans crack at the back of his throat with each inch of your exposed skin, and before you know it, heâs surging forwards into the naked valley of your breasts. Breathing you in so filthily, âJust know that I need you- fuck mâgonna fuckinâ kill someone if I donât-âÂ
Each spat out little word is punctuated with an intoxicated push and pull of Gojoâs hips. Angrily rutting in-between your thighs until it was just a clingy, syrupy mess of slick and precum between you two.Â
âOh-â your lips drop into a soft gasp, reaching out your fingers to smear a sinful sheen down them. It glosses all the way to your wrist with each newly beaded wave of his precum.Â
It feels so dirty the way youâre pushing the very tips of your fingers into your mouth. Gojo can only look - can barely even breathe when you slur, âYou taste so good, too, Toru.â
Oh, that was it.
Gojo Satoru had finally thought he was getting control of his sanity - he finally thought the effects of that cursed technique were wearing off. But now - at that little nickname - he feels something snap. The lamp on your right bedside table shatters.
And usually, Gojoâs taunting was tinted with a little laugh, an inkling of fondness in them - but right now they sounded pained. Wrenching out of his broad chest, âFuck you. Need you- do you know what youâve done.â
Your useless skirt - along with your soaked, see-through panties - are ripped off of your squirming body. And for once in his life, heâs speechless - eyes almost bulging out of his skull, nails digging into the plush of your thighs.Â
Your clothes end up in a pile of sad tatters on the floor, and you felt a strange inkling that maybe youâd end up much the same.Â
Smack!
Two, large fingers slap down harshly right on your drooling cunt, slobbering down a glistening coat of your pretty juices down his wrist. âPay attention.â Heâs pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neglected nipples, your stomach, down, down, down in a flurry until the very tip of Gojoâs nose was nudging at your pulsing clit. âBecause if mâlosing control I need you to stop me.â
The dim hotel lights flicker when Gojo meets your cunt in a sultry, self-indulgent kiss. And through it all, one thing burns into your dizzy mind - his eyes. Maddened, gleaming with slight blue cursed energy in-between your legs.Â
âOh.â youâre gasping at the sheer burning stretch of your thighs being pushed to their limits. Gojo didnât need that much space - he just loved the way you whined. âYouâre s-so much better when you shut- hah!â
His tongue shuts you up by flicking harshly over your puffed-up clit, letting your syrupy juices slide their slow way down his eager tongue. âThere we go- good girl, good fuckinâ girl. Hah- all it took was some shitty curse to get you hah- honest like this fâme, huh?âÂ
âDonât act like- ngh!â youâre barely able to drawl the words out, which makes him grin a dangerously content grin. Sharp teeth clenching teasingly around your angry clit, throbbing and slicked glisteningly with his spit, âDonât act like Iâm the only one- this way- hah-â
It was true - every hollowed-out suck on your needy clit had him grinding onto the mussed-up mattress. Those silken sheets hiking up with every drag of Gojoâs weepy erection down onto the bed - imagining you underneath him. It wasnât enough - it never will be.Â
That realization was enough for him to break out into a drunken grin, hot tongue smearing open your folds over and over- âYeah? What about it? Does it scare you that I want to fuckinâ break you, sweetheart?â
He was crazed.Â
Dangerous. Depraved.Â
âN-no-â you give such a harsh pull on his soft strands, heâs leering up at you with a dragged-out groan. Looking for the life of him so used - you just knew thereâd be thousands that would kill to see the strongest so fucked-out, ear blearily blinking open, flushed your favorite shade of pink up to his cheekbones, mouth chasing those thin spit strands to your glossy pussy. âJusâ think sâunfair how Iâm the ah- only one havinâ fun right now.â
Youâre shutting up his pussydrunk protests about how he is having fun and to âplease, please, please donât stopâ by crashing your soft lips against Gojoâs. Wrenching him upwards, he lets himself be so used.Â
âNeed you-â youâre gasping, biting into his pouty lower lip. Nosing slowly up his bobbing Adamâs apple, you gasp in that heady combination of pine and candied cherry. âWanna see if you hngh- taste as good as you smell right now.â
âNo fuck- fuck you.â he hisses, wrangling you to straddle his angrily fidgeting hips.Â
Running a hand down to fumble with his metallic belt - already loosened. But you donât have the patience - or the sanity - for that right now, because youâre tugging, shredding. The tell-tale buzz of jujutsu fizzing at your fingertips when you tug down the entirety of Gojoâs pants. Kneading the soft peaks of your palm over that sensitive divot on his head, âWhoâs fucking who?âÂ
âMe.â And thereâs another smack! to the heated place of your cunt, Gojoâs own fingertips having you see stars with his power.Â
He takes the distraction to just drag you upwards like some ragdoll, easily maneuvering you around. âTurn- turn around fâme- thaaatâs right, fuck-â Youâre jostled until your shaky thighs straddle either side of his head, puffed-out pants condensing hotly against your cunt. Your own coming face-to-face with the fat head peeking out from the hem of Gojoâs boxers. Head swimming with how angrily pink he looked, already winking with a drenched sheen of precum up at you. âArch that cute back a lilâ more- lemme see.â
Youâre whirling your head over your shoulders to catch the fucked-out grin on his lips, dragging his tongue out to lap up every bead of your sweet sweet juices, he tilts his pliant head back against the pillows to let it slide down his bobbing throat. âY-youâre really that pussydr- hngh!âÂ
Another branding smack! leaves you gushing even more down his tongue. âYeah, sâwhat I fuckinâ thought.â he spits out a thick wad of spit into your messy cunt. Gliding his wet fingers over the dripping mess that puddles onto the his chest below. â-canât even run your mouth- so desperate fâme. Taste so good-â Using his inhuman strength to haul you down onto his pretty face.
Before he knows it, heâs slotting the thin tip of his tongue past your quivering hole. Taking him so greedily, the elastic ring of muscle stretches all around his form, clamping down as if to milk something delicious.Â
And Gojo knows - he thinks with whateverâs left of his rationality that maybe he should slow down, take a second to fuckinâ breathe. But, no, heâs making out with your ravaged pussy like heâs angry he hasnât done this before - way back when he first met you.
A slender fingers pushes past your swollen folds to curl deftly into your gummy cunt, molding up into that easy divots at your walls. Heâs feeling around so depravedly for your g-spot, aching to make you feel just a drop of the sheer need he does.Â
âFuck!â Your velvety walls come crashing down around his fingers, knuckle-deep inside your ravenously swallowing cunt. Only getting faster - dipping perfectly to press up against your spongy sweet spots. Shit, he really was good at everything, huh? âYouâre soâŠâ
âWhat was that?â Gojoâs tittering, âCanât hear you over your cute cunt, sweetheart.â
You donât answer - you donât need to, because all the breath in his lungs exhale out in a low cascade. Hiccuping around your candied clit when you take Gojoâs thick, weepy tip just past your lips. Wrapping just around the sensitive slit, it makes him gasp, it makes him keen, it makes him spit out some sloppy swears into your cunt.
âWhat was that? Canât hear you over my cunt, Toruââ you bat your lashes, humming around his velvety head. Fuck- if you were in any better state of mind youâd have taken longer admiring him.
Because he was so massive, so pretty with prominent veins thumping at the roof of your mouth. Girthy, rotund end a throbbing red, gradiating into a creamy pink that meshed in delicately with those neat tufts of white at Gojoâs toned pelvis. So delicious. Big enough that you were already wondering just how you were going to walk out of this bedroom - if either of you are in a walking state - or even alive - that is.Â
âFuck- fuck you little-â his mouth refuses to part with your puffy pussy lips, even if it was to talk back to you. âDonât you dare fuckinâ think this is-â
The new angle has his sharp jaw grinding up into you, jostling your body up and down all over his face. Heâs whining - heaving - at this point with every sultry swirl of your soft tongue around his twitchy head. Coating down every inch of your silky soft mouth with a hot sheen of precum, he tastes so good on your tastebuds - slightly salty, with a tinge of something so sweetly Gojo.Â
Powers acting before him, he doesnât even realize it before he cheats - just a little. Eyes burning with power when Gojo uses his six eyes to plunge scarily accurately into the plushy bullseye of your g-spot. Greedy fingers hitting it again and again and-
âSatoru!â your scolding tone has his globular tip twitch ferally into the back of your throat. âThatâs not- I can feel your jujutsu, yâknow. S-so-âÂ
âWhat? Good? Heavenly?â Gojo rattles off. Youâre fucking your drooling pussy back into him - you canât stop the mindless, shallow little grinds in an attempt to meet his mean pace. âNever said anythinâ about a jujutsu ban, pretty- youâre sounding like a sore loser to me.â As if on cue, your cunt is gushing out in more silken sweet juices all down the lower half of his face, squelching so obscenely. His droopy eyes admire your glistening cunt, riding his face to his insanity. âWell- not this cunt, of course, in fact- I think sheâs gonna cum.â
He didnât have to tell you - you already knew, with the trembling in your thighs, and the white-hot pleasure stemming from his incessant making out. Without answering, you only swallow up a few more solid, rock-hard inches of his painfully hard cock, lips stretched obscenely.Â
âY-yeah- fuck, now I definitely know youâre close, pretty girl-â heâs lolling out his tongue to let you drag your pussy across harshly. âDonât be stubborn- cum fâme,â Rough patches of his tastebuds massaging you just right, fingers still pumping recklessly. âCum fâme- please. Wanâ it on my tongue- want you- want you to use me- please.â
It doesnât take long before youâre finally cumming, fucking your high over and over Gojo Satoruâs pretty face. Heâs wrapping a free hand around the small of your back, just crashing you back into his drunk mouth over and over andâ
âF-fuck, Toruââ you whine, toes curling with each crashing wave of pleasure. It was so violent - so dragged-out, like no orgasm youâve had before. And you didnât know whether it was because of the technique or the lazy drag of Gojoâs mouth all over every beading inch of your pussy. Your fist tightens around the thick, heated base of his cock, âNeed- need you to-â
âNo. Fuck-â
In the fleeting millisecond it takes you to blink, your front is being pushed back onto the now-damp sheets again, a grinning Gojo hovering over you. He looked so ruined - smile gleaming with your trickling, dripping precum, eyes crazed. Suddenly, you almost understand why every breathing thing fears him - almost. His eyes were blazing, flushed angrily. âIâm burning- think mâgonna die if I donât fuck this cunt right now. Fuck-â
âHavinâ to use your powers for everything?â youâre quirking a brow over your shoulder. âDonât tell me the only reason you brag about being so hah- good in bed is because of that?â
Heâs narrowing his glowing eyes, tiny sparks of lightning flying furiously, âOhhh sâthat a challenge, sweetheart?â Gojoâs sharp canines tug on your bottom lip, and you moan into the messy clash of a kiss - all spit and teeth and the taste of you two. âTell me.â
âSo what if it is?â youâre managing to push back against his slender waist. âWithout those stupid powers, mâthe betterâŠâ
Whatever insult was on the tip of our tongue dies down at the glint of the foil in his hand - the condom from before. That tiny square looking so pitiful held between two fingers, âThe receptionist gave me an XL, funny, right?â Gojo murmurs, so dark. âSuch a shame it wonât fit.â
One daring glance downwards proves him right - because Gojo was sitting so heftily sandwiched between your swollen folds. Painfully beading needy pearls of translucent precum all over your front - fuck, your cockdrunk self from before didnât recall him being so large. Big enough that you were sure any rubber would be on the verge of shattering into little pieces.
So then go in raw- you think. But before the words can tumble out of your mind, heâs giving a slow, slippery slide on your cunt, âSâalright- with these ah- âstupid powersâ mâstill gonna get a taste of this pretty cunt.â
And then you canât breathe - fuck, you canât even think straight.
You feel like youâre being split-apart, because Gojoâs just barely pushing in the fat, round girth of his head. Managing to pop in his long shaft past that sensitive slit, before his body starts moving in hurried, impatient little grinds. Frantically trying to squeeze himself in deeper- âFuck- fuck fuck fuck, even with limitless you feel so good, sweetheart.â
Limitless - fuck, thatâs what it was. You could feel the slight pinch of the pressure around your body, the way he was reaching in so deep inside your velvety cunt despite not even being halfway inside yet.Â
âSatoru-âÂ
âNo-â his flickering eyes bore deep into yours. âNot that- call out fâme properly now, I know that smart mouth of yours can do it.â
Your words are barely a whisper, âToruââ
The remaining lamp at your left goes out - cracking into tiny shards. And thatâs all it takes for him to push and push in, distantly, Gojo knows he should slow down, maybe give you a second to relax - to think. But he could feel his sanity dancing away with every fucking inch fed into your sopping wet pussy, your elastic walls contorting to massage every ridge and vein of his so heavenly. Fuck- heâd fight a thousand more of those special grades just for another taste of this feeling.Â
âOh-â Gojoâs jaw hangs slack when he finally bullies past that feeble resistance of yours. The very top curve of his head nudging deeply in a glissading glide down your spongy cervix, heavy balls kissing against your ass.Â
He lets himself be pulled, used like some filthy toy when your hot tongue cranes to lap up the trail of drool down the corner of his drunken mouth.Â
âWanna feel you-â youâre gasping through each thorough, steady ram into your snug channel. âWanna feel all of you.â
Another memorable slap! resounds through the heady air, sending sparks exploding behind your lids. âHeh- sâthis your way of hah- having me stop using my powers?â he chuckles. âIâm onto your dirty, dirty tricks, yâknow.â
Truly, he wasnât. Gojo didnât think he had enough of his brain unfried to even contemplate that right about now. But it was just so much fun to watch you mewl in protest, your cunt dripping even further down his twitchy balls with each taunt.Â
âPlease- fuck mâburning up-â you spit. âScared sâgonna have you c-cumming early?â
As a punishment - or maybe a little reminder about who really was the strongest, Gojo infuses his next sharp smack on your clit with an ounce of his jujutsu. The curve of his thumb gliding over in tiny circles to soothe over the buzz, âTalk to me when you can say âcummingâ without hngh- stutterinâ-â
âTalk to me when you-â Growling into the crook of your neck, itâs all he can do right now to bow his hulking body even deeper into yours, kneeing apart your stutteringly closing thighs. Thereâs a sloppy, milky ring forming where your folds kept smacking repeatedly against the sharp lines of his pelvis, â-can fuck me without your limitless going haywire.â
Fuck- fuck, how he wanted to prove you wrong. To have you crying out for mercy.
But Gojoâs throat drags out in what almost sounds like a cry when his limitless flickers on and off - just for a second. The mere touch of your slippery soft walls around his hot cock making him just slam down an arm on the headrest. It breaks - shattering into tiny wooden pieces, though, neither of you notice right now.Â
Heâs maneuvering the two of you so easily to push you onto your back. Stuffing your gaping entrance back full again, this time throwing your limp legs onto his broad shoulders to pummel you in such a mean mating press. Just the sight of your fucked-out, pretty face has his ragged breath hitching, âS-sweetheartâŠâÂ
Whatever answer you give is tangled up in Gojoâs drunken tongue, lapping at your words. His cock feels so heavy, so hot shoving between your legs. And the stretch - fuck, the stretch was something youâd always remember. Stretching out that tight hole into the very girth of his shaft - all the way down from his leaky, flinching head to the thick circumference of his hilt. âI donât think I can- fuck, can I feel- please, mâdying to know what this cunt feels like-â
Your nails rake down the pale display of his back, those red, red jagged lines making him rut even deeper into you. âDo it then-â
âYes, maâam.â
Oh.
Fuck.Â
Itâs like something shatters - maybe limitless, maybe his restraint. Because Gojoâs eyes just fall shut in pure ecstasy, aching cock growing even larger inside you - as if that was even possible. Expanding tautly at your walls, heâs forming you so sinfully around his shape.Â
âOh-ohâ fuck you feel- how the fuck do you feel so good?â His free hand dips down to roll a depraved thumb over the nub of your neglected clit, catching on your bulgingly-stretched folds. âHoly shit- think mâgonna pass out- think mâgonna die.â
âHah-â your back arches up sluttily into his around the fifth consecutive time his rough cockhead was grazing so perfectly against your g-spot, fingers buzzing with electricity at your clit. âYouâre s-so weak-â
But it didnât matter, did it? Because all you could do was hiss out a few wet gurgles into Gojoâs mouth, blinking in the sinful sight of him with his eyes so hooded, cheeks burning with a scorching blush, mouth dangling so addictively open while he sucked your tongue. Like he didnât even realize what he was doing - how each pressurized thrust into your gummy pussy had the lights overhead flickering, sparks of blue lightning bolting from the corners of his mouth at the same sloppy staccato as his hips. How it made you cum.Â
âSh-shit, Toru-â youâre gasping at the feeling of your toe-curling high, shots of pure pleasure running through your body. Convulsing up over and over into his weighty body, âFeels so good- mâcumming mâcumming ah-âÂ
Crack!Â
And then itâs dark.
Hell, Gojo barely even realized when he does, too, shooting out creamy white ribbon after ribbon of seed with a soft, shuddering gasp of your name. And itâs the only thing on his usually-sharp tongue - voice cracking pathetically, when he whines it like a little mantra over and over and-
âOh-â his five, long fingers splay out across your lower stomach - right where he could feel his own cock twitching wildly at the very bottom of your gooey pussy. Pressing down, hard. âOh shit- just look at how youâre painted white from the inside-â
The lights were gone out - in all the wards of Tokyo, actually - and yet in the light of the slight flickers of electricity surrounding you two, you could spy the slow, syrupy glob of his cum down your thighs. Coating his hilt in a milky gloss, it sticks to the two of you like a sloppy second skin. âAnd you expect me to- hah- not go insane.â
You manage out a wet chuckle, too tired to notice how the bed was missing a headboard now. How all the furniture in the hotel room was trashed - as if itâd been slammed down from several feet above. âHah- b-blame it on the sex pollen.â
The technique has him cumming more than usual, every new wave sloshing at your insides is followed by another - and another until Gojoâs cock felt so raw. Twitching sensitively in a way that brought big fat tears pricking at his eyes, and yet, he still fucks you so harshly into the mattress. Sucking out every remaining dredge of seed in those fat, cum-filled balls thwacking! at your skin. Sloppy. Depraved. Oh, he looked so ruined - like a man that crawled back from death, only to drag you down with him.Â
âOh, sweetheart.â Gojo drags his swollen lips down your earlobe. Voice shot, âI donât think the sex pollen is done yet.â
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âTrashed all across the floor, trashed furniture - especially in room 143 - Hokkaido still doesnât even have power.â Yagaâs bellowing voice has you sinking ashamedly further and further into his office seat.Â
Gojo, however, only beams, throwing an arm around the edge of your chair, âDamn- we should really try to send out the power in all of Asia next time, huh, my pretty girl?â
âOut!â
Across the hallway, three first-years eagerly (well, two of them and a reluctant Megumi) peer into the tense meeting. Wondering what exactly happened in your last mission that caused a record-level amount of property damage and the power to still flicker on and off throughout the day.
Yuji is the first one to speak up, âWell, no oneâs dead but- why does the air seem so-â he gestures towards the almost non-existent space between you and Gojo - not anything out of the usual, sure, but the one thing different was the lack of threats. â-weird.â he finishes.Â
âTell me about it. That Gojo almost seemsâŠâ Nobara shudders in disgust. â...happy.â
And of course, at that very moment, the man of the hour himself turns to look straight at the first-years doing a poor job of hiding themselves behind the door. Sighing overly-loudly, âIf you say so, Yaga~â Intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you up with him, âWe had a date anyway.â
âA date?â
âA date?!â
âI win.â All eyes - including yours and Gojoâs turn towards the usually-quiet Megumi, his lips turned into the beginnings of a smile. Almost. âYou both owe me ten thousand yen.â
A/N. Hope you babygirls have a good weekkkk!!!
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⧠âșËł cw. fem! reader, unprotected, vÄ«rgin gojo, established relationship, doggy, whiny gojo, premature ejac, mdni.
loserboy gojo whoâs so confident to fuck you stupid once you give him a chance but folds the moment he goes inside raw for the first time.
he blabbers and blabbers to you on a daily of how thereâs over ten thousand nerves in the clit, how heâs just so âgood with his fingersâ and even brags at how his good his strokes are.
but the moment heâs leisurely delving his cock into your sopping walls, ogling at how easy his blushing pink tip disappears onside you, he grunts. so warm, youâve got the stretch thatâs so gripping that it practically gives him whiplash. ângh, such a pretty girl, thaaaatâs it,â a single breath rips from his windpipe, combing a few fingers against the fat edges of your ass. you moan, instinctively wriggling your hips against his pelvis and he hisses. âfuck, fuck baby, godddd.â
and already, heâs a mess.
naturally sheeny slick lips rub against each other as he digs his slender fingers, slender fingertips into the soft parts of your flesh. gojoâs shaking, heâs never felt it from the inside, heâs shaking so much that itâs almost mouthwatering. a swirling pool of saliva starts to fill inside his mouth as heâs gradually trying to make a thorough piston of his hips. âs- satoru, harder,â you moan, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you almost immediately.
as heâs deepening himself inside, he shudders.
by now, his eyes become droopy.
gojo stares at your body, perfectly arched and hunched over.
as youâre in such a lewd position of doggy, a plump, sweaty thumb of his traces against the curvature of your body.
âs- sooo pretty,â he coos out, and heâs feeling the crazed repetitive throb on his tip accelerate. each second he spends inside, trying to give you every inch, heâs about to lose it. heâs panting, huffing out short breaths as the squelches of your cunt makes him ten times harder. once his hips finally start, he yanks onto the back of your shirt. the fabric makes a shrilling riiiip and you could hear it tearing a bit from his feral grip. âugh, âs warm inside baby, âm not gonna last.â
and he doesnât lastâ
all that talk about fucking you stupid, making you moan his name, and heâs the one babbling yours.
lengthy snowy lashes squeeze themselves tight as heâs barely even giving you any pumps. heâs practically humping your cunt like a pillow, trying to memorize specific positions from this one thread heâs read. a thread that had a title of âhow to fuck a girl right, no clickbait.â
and of course, with a smug conceited grin, satoru clicks the link, jotting down everything in his notes.
he was gonna be the best youâve had.
yet, the moment heâs stuffed inside your sloppy pussy, he could barely last a few seconds. because as his breaths continue to grow raspier and raspier, heâs already cumming.
it shoots out quickâ itâs hot, velvet ropes pour inside between your folds as heâs trying to reel you back against him.
clashing, rutting hips that come to a brief halt once he realizes he came too quick. pretty lips curl into a surprised âoâ and his husky grunt makes your own cunt pulsate. his hits against you was sloppy, rhythm barely able to keep up a pace. youâre on all fours, feeling his entire cock from his flustered crown plug you in until you feel his body rumbling against you.
âo- oh, fuck fuuuckkk,â he whimpers, trying to thrust some more but heâs already finished.
out of all the enemies heâs fought, gojo satoru was never no match for your sweet, sweet cunt.
the real villain,
heâs feeling himself dump into you raw and he can feel droplets of drool dribble down his chin.
itâs so tepid inside, sweltering your gummy walls up to your womb with his sticky, oozing cum. you moan, raising your ass up as heâs still got clammy fingertips burying into the depths of your skin.
youâve got him drooling for more, heaving heavy pants exiting from his full lungs and his bottom lip quivers. he watches with docile, blown irises at the way your pussy sucks it up.
heâs dimwitted, witnessing as a pretty milky, translucent form around his weighty base. his tip was a reddened pink, and the thought of pulling out only makes him whimper. heâs addicted, and more importantly, heâs whipped.
a bundle of slender fingers wisp near your runny, full pussy before he swipes a thumb across, getting a taste himself.
ây- you taste so sweet with my cum,â he hiccups, hissing almost immediately after you teasingly jerk your hips back against him. ângh, baby. wish you could see this mess. âs sloppy ân so pretty,â and heâs still buried deep, to the very hilt before slowly pulling out.
the moment gojo does, your folds gradually emits out his seed and itâs so sexy.
the way his sloppy seed bubbles out, he licks his lips, a feral look burning against his pupils for more. more of you.
he could watch this view all day â youâre curling up your toes in blissful rapture as you feel his bright, blue eyes burn into your backside. âgod, âs gonna spill out. hold on, baby.â
âs- satoru,â you whine, and thatâs when you heard a bit of shuffling. without even thinking, he gets down and flicks his tongue against your soddened cunt, lapping up the bitterly sweet taste of his own cum. he moans against your entrance, burring low grunts vibrate against your clit before his faint sucks turn into filthy slurps. âmh, good boy, âtoru. jusâ like that.â
and he feels his flaccid dick twitch at your praise. gojo reaches down toward his twitching shaft, a big hand wrapping around it before stroking it off to your sweet, melodic voice. âagain,â he whines, his rickety hips now humping against the thick cloudy bedsheets. as his nose brushes up against your pussy, he continues to drink you clean, swirling the tip of his feverish pink tongue against the mess he created.
âcall me a good boy, w- wanna be your good boy, baby.â
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"mithrun is the only real monsterfucker in dungeon meshi" is objectively the funniest bit you can get out of his everything, but in all seriousness i think his attraction to his love interest is deliberately overstatedâand that makes sense, because romantic jealousy is a classic and digestible motive, which is explicitly what kabru was aiming for in condensing mithrun's backstory, and also because until chapter 94, mithrun wasn't willing to admit to the true nature of his desires.
but because romantic envy is both classic and digestible, it probably isnât a unique enough or complicated enough desire to tempt a demonâs appetite. mithrunâs wish, as far as we can figure from kabruâs reduced retelling, was to have a life in which he had never become one of the canaries, and that carries like 3857 implications and desires within it. thatâs delicious. his love interest acts as sort of a red herring to his motivation for making it, though. (side note: i'm saying "love interest" here because, keeping in mind that i barely speak japanese on a good day anymore, "æłăäșș" is something i'd usually take as just kind of an old-fashioned and romantic way to refer to a lover, but in context i wonder if both the connotation of yearning and the vagueness are intentional, and i think this phrasing gets those aspects of it more effectively. anyway.)
mithrun considered his love interest to be untrustworthy. there was a minute where i thought that comment might be about a similar-looking elf (yugin, one of his squad members), but comparing the twoâŠ
the "sketchy" arrow is definitely referring to the elf we know as his love interestâthe bangs go toward her right, she only has the one forehead ornament, and, most notably, her ears aren't notched.
every time sheâs given a full-body depiction in his dungeon, sheâs drawn as a chimera, with the body of a snake from the waist down. (side note: the âwhat if a dungeon has chimeras before reaching level 4?â/âthen the dungeon lord is unstableâ exchange just being mithrun grilling his past self alive is so funny. heâs so. but anyway) there are a couple things about this.
first, the snake part of the chimera appears to be modeled after some species of coral snake mimic
which, in the biology-for-fun manga, i⊠doubt is a coincidence, especially with the added context of the âuntrustworthyâ comment. the dungeonâs conjured illusion of mithrunâs love interest was a harmless copycat of a venomous original. for whatever reason, he felt this person was a threat and made up a "safe" version of her to be in a relationship with, and while itâs definitely possible to be attracted to or even love someone you find to be toxic and/or intimidating, when you take that into consideration alongside the configuration of her body, you get some interesting implications.
which brings us to our second point: if we assume that mithrun was not in fact fucking a snake, then sexual attraction, at least, was so far removed from his idea of a relationship with this person that he did not even bother to keep her dungeon copy human enough to maintain the illusion of the option of a sexual relationship. this is somewhat echoed in the depictions of their interactions, which also imply a frankly unexpected romantic distance. she kisses his cheek and he doesn't seem to react; she's at the edge of a narrow bed with only one set of pillows, on top of his blankets while he's underneath them.
the kiss is particularly interesting because it seems to contrast the text. kabru's narration tells us this was everything mithrun could have asked for, but mithrun is there looking unreadable to pensive, likely because this is right before the panel that makes it clear things in the dungeon are beginning to go wrong.
walking through this backwards for a minute, we have the physical barrier of his bedding and the spatial separation inherent in a bed made for one person, the emotional barrier of his mounting anxiety getting in the way of his ability to enjoy the affection he sought, and... the snake, which historically carries the connotation of temptation, yes, but also mistrust, barring physical intimacy. okay. ok. if a dungeon reflects the mentality of its lord, all of this might suggest that mithrun was not able to have any real desire for a relationship with this person. his unwillingness to be vulnerable or let another person in was insurmountable. but in that case, why was she such a focal point that she remained to the end, after his dungeon had stopped creating iterations of his friends to come and visit him? why would he get so upset over her meeting with his brother that he became lord of a dungeon about it?
well. mithrun's brother was also interested in her, probably genuinely. and mithrun had to win.
you have an older brother who your parents completely ignore, probably in part because he is chronically ill/disabled and almost definitely in part because he received a ton of recessive traits that resulted in rumors that he was an illegitimate child. you are aware, most likely because those same parents fucking told you, that you actually are an illegitimate child. but they keep you around because you had the good fortune of looking just like your mother. what can that possibly teach you but that you, like your brother, are disposable?
it's utterly unsurprising that mithrun, under these circumstances, developed a pathological need to be better than everyone around him. people don't keep you otherwise. i'd argue this is also why he says he looked down on everyone he knew while milsiril claims his dungeon reeked of feelings of inferiorityâhe sought out people's worst traits and prioritized them in his mind to protect his already extremely fragile sense of self-worth, and all the while he tried to be as likable and high-performing as he possibly could be. his parents disposed of him anyway, but even then he tried to keep up the performance. he was kind to everyone. he never once lost to a dungeon.
when he saw his "love interest" meeting up with his brother, what he saw was himself being replaced by a person his parents had always treated as worthless, and if that was what they thought of the child they'd kept, what value could anyone possibly see in the bastard they'd given away to die? mithrun and kabru tell the story like he wanted to win this unnamed elf's heart, but it was never about being with her. it was about cementing his worth, proving that he didn't deserve to be thrown away.
and so it's particularly cruel that his demon discarded him, too. but maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.
kui laid it out in three panels better than i could hope to.
yeah. it's love. you wanted to be loved, even when the only way you were able to understand it was through the desire to be wanted, and you wanted that so badly that the idea of being consumed felt like the promise of finally mattering to someone.
#dungeon meshi spoilers#mithrun#dungeon meshi#this has been rotating for a while but i wanted to check my evidence before getting into it thanks user angelspenance for posting that meme#half of this is just the text and the other half i'm sure has been said before but it's making my brain [radio static] so here this is#someone did for sure mention this but i do find it very cute that in his fucked up conjured world meant to portray his ideal reality#his teammates came to visit him. like part of the fantasy was then explicitly that they cared about him and were his friends. even though#he says he tried to see the worst in them.#hm it does feel important to note that i do also believe 100% in mithrun suicidality--his desire to be eaten does seem to focus a lot on#wanting it to be Over. wanting not to be left incomplete and empty anymore.#but that loops back around a bit to the hole in your heart that appears when you feel unloved. it's many things and the same thing at once#snakes#long post#severe problems#meshy
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"IF THEY WANT TO WRITE THEY HAVE TO BE ABLE TO HOLD THE PENCIL." YES LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!
Imagine if you met someone who can't eat watermelon. Not that they're allergic or unable somehow, but they just haven't figured out how to do that. So you're like "what the hell do you mean? it works just like eating anything else, you open your mouth, sink your teeth in, take a bite and chew. If you can bite, chew and swallow, you should be able to eat a watermelon."
And they agree that yes, they do know how to eat, in theory. The problem is the watermelon. Surely, if they figured out where to start, they'd figure out how to do it, but they have no clue how to get started with it.
This goes back and forth. No, it's not an emotional issue, they're not afraid of the watermelon. They can eat any other fruit, other sweet things, and other watery things ("it's watery?" they ask you). Is it the colour? Do they have a problem eating things that are green on the outside and red on the inside?
"It's red on the inside?"
Wait, they've never seen the inside? At this point you have to ask them how, exactly, they eat the watermelon. So to demonstrate, they take a whole, round, uncut watermelon, and try to bite straight into it. Even if they could bite through the crust, there's no way to get human jaws around it.
"Oh, you're supposed to cut it first. You cut the crust open and only chew through the insides."
And they had no idea. All their life this person has had no idea how to eat a watermelon, despite of being told again and again and again that it's easy, it's ridiculous to struggle with something so simple, there's no way that someone just can't eat a watermelon, how can you even mange to be bad at something as fucking simple as eating watermelon.
If someone can't do something after being repeatedly told to "just do it", there might be some key component missing that one side has no idea about, and the other side assumed was so obvious it goes without mention.
#first of all: FUCK YES#second of all that last part if they want to to write they need to be able to hold the pencil LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK PLEASE!!#third of all: this happened to me whne my mom was teaching my bro and i to drive. she forgot to tell us to step on the brake before#switching gears because she'd been doing it like all her life. so we kept struggling and having issues changing gears until we#BROKE. THE. GEAR. SHIFT.#and then she was like OH thats right i step on the brakes before i change gears. im sorry i didnt tell you. i was grateful she wasnt mad and#also that she never blamed us for something that had become second nature for her
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AITA for divorcing my vampire husband because he lied to me about his human job?
I (542 vampire) and my husband (260 vampire) have been together for a little over two centuries. Thereâs a saying in the vampiric community that it takes a century for a tryst to become an enduring partnership and another century to become soulmates. I thought that was true and that Matthew (using his real name because fuck you, Matthew) and I would be together foreverâŠuntil this week.
First, let me explain a few things to the mortals here. I donât mean that negatively â I came here specifically to get the opinion of those with a finite lifespan. However, I want to be fair to Matthew as much as possible and some of his decisions are very immortal-minded.
Both Matthew and I are vampires who have chosen to forsake some of our powers in exchange for the ability to daywalk. We made the transition together on our 100th anniversary almost 115 years ago. It wasnât an easy transition for me. I was very dependent on human blood and I spent the first twenty years in almost constant sleep as my body adjusted to running off of less lunar magic and more solar magic.
It really felt like I was losing everything. My body got physically weaker and my powers began to disappear one by one. It felt like every time I woke, another part of me was missing. One day I could turn into a wolf, the next I could barely turn into a vapor. I could command a legion of undying servants, and then I could barely convince the mailman he didnât see me levitate down from the second floor.
Matthew, however, took to daywalking like a werewolf to a sheep farm. He barely seemed to feel the pain of losing his power, maybe because he was so much younger than me. Whatever the case, he was out all the time once he stabilized. He would be gone for days sometimes and when he came back it was with fantastic stories about the humansâ new inventions or the new structures being built in whatever town we were in.
Iâm not saying I regret transitioning. Just that Matthew and I had very different experiences. It felt like he barely changed at all while my entire being got rewritten. Being immortal makes you comfortable in your own skin. I never doubted myself or my power after I turned 100. But becoming a daywalker made me feel like I was being born as a human again. It was humiliating and vulnerable. I have to admit there were times I resented how easily Matthew did it. I blamed him for not supporting me like I thought he should. I would daydream about draining a human in front of him, showing him what I thought of his fascination with them. I had all sorts of vile and vengeful thoughts. Iâm not proud of the person I was and now Iâm grateful Matthew wasnât there to see the lows I sunk to.
Despite all my awful thoughts, I didnât quit. I donât know why, but I didnât. I stuck with it and, day by day, things got easier.
After 26 years I began to stabilize. The benefits of being a daywalker slowly blossomed before me. Now I can say that I am completely happy with my daywalker status and all the changes itâs brought.
I am the most mentally stable I have been since my Turning in 1482. Itâs like Iâm awake. The fits of rage that used to consume me for months at a time have completely disappeared. I donât experience the same level of obsession I used to which has freed up a lot of my time that I used to spend stalking my victims.
However, that drastic of a change would be challenging in any relationship. Matthew and I ended up together because of my obsessive nature. Our relationship became strained when that part of me went dormant. He expected me to follow his immersion into the human world just as I had followed him in his revenge quest against his Master. He expected me to support him wholeheartedly and with everything I was. He wanted sacrifices from me that I used to not even flinch at before making. But something was justâŠdifferent. We wanted different things. I wanted different things.
Matthew was obsessed with being the perfect human. He craved full immersion. He still makes it a point to get a human job every twenty years or so. Me? Iâm happy to live off our investments and some mild mind control while enjoying the art and theater community the humans have evolved.
It got bad. Some years, we spent like ghosts in our own house, drifting by each other without a glance. Other years, it was like we were spies behind enemy lines. He would do whatever he could to thwart me and I would go out of my way to ridicule him. Our vitriol poisoned the earth. Matthew didnât speak to me for a full decade when that poison killed off an entire town.
About twenty years ago, it all came to a head. We had a serious sit-down talk about our relationship. It wasnât easy. What they say about teaching an old dog new tricks is sometimes true. Matthew wanted me to be as involved with the humans as he was. He wanted me to care about them like he did. I wanted him to travel with me like we used to and not just hop from town to neighboring town (which he did to maintain a human identity with references so he could keep working). When it became clear that we were at an impasse, I brought up the idea of separation.
Separating in the vampiric world isnât easy. There are a lot of alliances and blood oaths to be considered. Over the two centuries we spent together, we became known as a unit to a number of supernatural entities that we maintain an uneasy truce with. Separating would mean creating new oaths and alliances with the same individuals. And there was no guarantee that those individuals would make new pacts with both of you. A LOT of vampire couples end up in blood feuds while separating. Neither of us wanted that.
There was also, of course, the emotional side of things. While a lot of immortals tend to only feel muted emotions (especially vampires as old as me), Daywalking had made both of us more sensitive than weâd been before. We were both attached to the memories we shared and neither of us could imagine life without the other. After 200 years together, it felt like Matthew was my right arm, and I his. When I brought up separation, we both felt it like we were discussing an amputation.
After about a year of talking, we finally reached an agreement. We didnât want to separate, and so we would compromise. I wouldnât interfere with any of Matthewâs human jobs for the 15-17 years if he could hold them without arousing suspicion. In exchange, he would take a year off to go traveling with me before finding another town for us to live in. In between my trips, he would go to plays and galas with me to enjoy human artistry at least once a month.
Maybe our deal was in his favor. At the time, it felt practical and fair. A year of traveling wouldnât undo Matthewâs string of connections. We would still see each other frequently by going on dates that I liked. Matthew would get to stay immersed in the human world at the level he wanted, and I could stay within my comfort zone.
Which brings me to my current problem.
We are currently at the start of one of Matthewâs work cycles. Heâs been everything from a fireman to a politician to a subway worker to a barista. He craves knowledge and connection to a terrifying degree. If it werenât for how we move every 20 years and he goes without protest, Iâd call it obsession.
This cycle, Matthew told me he was going to be a teacher. I was hesitant. While the humans have become more tolerant and less violent over the years, that doesnât mean they will tolerate us near their young. Enough humans know about vampires that staking in the modern era is a real possibility. Matthew could incite an angry mob against us or, heaven forbid, get a vampire hunter on our tail. I have yet to be shot, but I hear that they have silver bullets that hurt like Hell.
When I voiced my protests, Matthew reminded me about our agreement. He said that I wouldnât interfere with his jobs and heâd go to all the plays I liked. He even pointed out that, as a teacher, he could get us into high school plays and expositions. I was uneasy, but agreements are penultimate to immortals. I silenced my objections and let him get a job as a science teacher at a local high school.
When Michael has had jobs in the past, Iâve never really paid attention. One time he was a state senator for ten years and I never even heard him speak. I didnât consider it worth my time to hear whatever his facsimile of a human would say. Real humanity is in the art they create, not in the parody Michael enacts.
But this oneâŠI couldnât ignore this one. Maybe it was because I was still uneasy about his proximity to human young or maybe I could sense his lies even at the beginning. Whatever the case, I watched him.
The first thing I noticed was the hours. He would go to work early and would often come home when it was time for us to sleep. When I asked him about it, he said that he wasnât used to grading and that he had underestimated what it took to put a good lesson plan together. I visited some online forums and thatâs apparently reasonable for first year teachers.
He would also sometimes go in on the weekends. He missed one of our dates because there was a âgrading emergencyâ that needed his immediate attention. Something about a studentâs test getting lost and then found and he needed to input their grade before the deadline which was on Saturday. Humans like silly rules like that so I didnât even look that one up. I just reminded him that he couldnât miss our dates again or else he was breaking our deal. He apologized and said it wouldnât happen again.
Then about three months into his new job, the phone calls started. We have a private room in our house for when we need to talk without any visitors overhearing. Michael moved all his school supplies in there, saying that he needed a silent space to concentrate on his grading. Whenever he got a call, he would never answer it in front of me. Instead, heâd say âSorry, workâ and just go into his office.
I also noticed that he didnât dress very professionally. Human fashion changes quickly so it didnât register at first. A sweatshirt here and there slipped past me, and also the Gucci slides. When he started wearing baggy jeans and jerseys to work, I noticed. I may not be up to date on all the newest fashions, but I do go to classy events. I know what a slob looks like and it didnât sit right with me that he was wearing that to school. When I asked him about it, he always had an excuse. âThis is what everyone wearsâ and âItâs a theme dayâ or, bafflingly, âItâs spirit week!â
I tried to leave it alone. The reason we have stayed together for so long is because of our agreement to not interfere in each otherâs lives. But between his hours, the phone calls, and his appearance, something didnât add up.
Then, last Thursday, he missed another one of our dates. We were supposed to go to the Nutcracker together. Even though I prefer matinees (when the cast is fresh), I agreed to get us tickets for the evening show so that he wouldnât have to leave work early. When he wasnât there at 7pm, I called him and he didnât answer. Then, when I called him again, his phone was switched off.
I was furious. I spend nearly two decades in these tiny towns so he can live his human fantasy and he canât even show up for one two hour show? It was the first time since becoming a daywalker that I felt that angry. I was scared about what I might do, so I made myself go home to wait for him.
Only, he never came home that night. At 3am, he sent me a text apologizing and promising to make up our date on Saturday. But the Nutcracker was only playing until Friday and that would be too little, too late. To be honest, it already was. I texted him that and he never responded.
He never ended up coming home last weekend. I texted and called him probably a dozen times and he never responded. I got angrier and angrier as the days dragged by. Did he think I was someone to be taken lightly? Did he not realize that the fragile agreement between us was all that was keeping us from separation?
Yesterday (Monday), I couldnât take it anymore. If he wasnât going to come home or respond to my messages, then I would go to him. If he was so obsessed with this new job that he would ignore me for it, then I knew exactly where to find him.
I arrived at his school at 10am. I researched enough to know how to go to the office and sign myself in. I asked the office assistant which room Mr. Duetto was in.
The lovely young woman looked confused. âIâm sorry, but I canât give that information out to anyone but family,â she said.
âI am his only family,â I said.
She clicked a few more keys and looked more confused. âHis paperwork only shows his mother, Delilah Duetto.â
Thatâs right. His mother. But I still didnât understand then.
âThatâs me,â I said.
âYou are not the mother of 17-year-old.â
âIâm his wife,â I said.
She was upset by that. I wonât bore you with every detail, but I had to alter her memories so she wouldnât call the police. I may not look like someone who has a teenager, but I also donât look like a teenager. I ended up having to alter her memories so she wouldnât call human CPS on an apparent adult swearing she was married to a minor.
I went home and broke into his office. There werenât any lesson plans. There were no graded papers. There were syllabus from different classes, homework with his name on it, and a few polaroids taped to the bottom of his desk of him at a party with children.
Human children. I donât honestly know which is worse.
(EDIT: I know the child part is the worst part. I misspoke because of my anger. Itâs not the humansâ fault that my husband is a pervert.)
I broke into his laptop and used that to check his text messages. Heâs been texting like a high schooler. Heâs been to parties with them, listened to their problems and even fabricated a few of his own. Heâs caught in some sort of weird love triangle where a freshman girl likes him but his âbest friendâ likes her. He has texted both of them about it, promising his âbroâ that nothing is happening and then turning around and leading this girl-child on.
Some choice quotes: I should know better than to get close with you. You and I come from very different worlds
To which she replied, lol maybe we should let our worlds collide
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I find the entire situation disgusting. Matthew is several centuries older than them and he definitely knows better. Heâs literally wearing the sheepâs fleece amongst the flock. He has no business forming relationships with human children and even less pretending to be one of them. Heâs not a baby. He is over two centuries old!
What is he doing flirting with a child? Itâs vile and disgusting and I was set to kill him for it.
I confronted him about it when he came home last night. I told him that he was sick and dangerous and if he loved humans then he needed to stop immediately. I told him we either left town today or I would make sure he never set foot back in that school in a way he really wouldnât like.
 He threw a huge tantrum over my invading his privacy. He shouted at me that I had broken my promise to never interfere in his job. He called me controlling and crazy.
I told him he was the crazy one for chatting up a child. He told me he wasnât, she was just his friend. I asked him to read their texts out loud if he was being so friendly. I also pointed out that there was no way a 260-year-old vampire is a childâs friend.
He told me I was a hypocrite because I basically cradle robbed him (weâre almost 300 years apart.) He said if anyone was disgusting, it was me for taking advantage of him.
I pointed out that he wasnât a child, he was over 60 and had already been a vampire for four decades. He argued that that was basically being a child in vampire terms.
I was so angry at that point that the house was shaking. I told him if he felt that way, then we could get divorced right then and there. That that was what I wanted to do anyway because I couldnât be married to a pedophile.
He asked me if I was seriously going to start a blood feud over him immersing himself in human society. I said no, Iâm starting a blood feud because heâs become every predatory stereotype humans have of vampires.
He called me a hypocrite again and told me he was leaving. He said not to call him unless I was ready to apologize. I told him that the next time he sees me, heâd better run before I showed him the real difference between us. And it wasnât just 300 years.
When I calmed down, doubt started creeping in. From an immortal perspective, what heâs doing isnât really wrong. I hate to say it, but most immortals donât view human lives as significant. I know a few vampires who would say that divorcing because heâs playing with his food is idiotic.
Plus, thereâs the agreement to consider. During our fight, Matthew pointed out that being a student is a job to humans. So therefore I didnât have the right to interfere. A big part of me thinks thatâs bullshit, but a small part of me wonders if heâs maybe right about that?
I also have to ask myself why this even bothers me. Iâm the one in the relationship that is aloof from humans. Iâm the one thatâs always saying we are from different worlds (Yeah, he stole that from me) and for good reason.Â
But over the years, Iâve become fond of humans. No immortal makes art like them. I may not remember my time as a mortal, but there are works that give me a sense of nostalgia. Sometimes I think I can remember being a child myself, standing in a field like in Monet painting, staring at the wheatstacks and waiting for the miller to come.Â
The thought of Matthew playing with them makes me sick. Itâs like even after all the years of him living amongst them, he thinks of them as props in his twisted play. Itâs even worse that heâs doing this to children.Â
I canât help but think something went really wrong with my husband when I wasnât looking. At the very least, Iâm planning on divorcing him. But would I be the asshole if I killed him too?
 Separating from him will be violent and messy. There will likely be human casualties. But I donât see any other way. So, I ask.
AITA for divorcing my husband for lying to me about his human job?
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Boyfriend! Megumi writes up every important date in his calendar, on his phone and on every other frequently-looked-at surface he can think of. He rates these days out of exclamation marks, where 3 (!!!) marks means they are days unforgivable to forget. Your birthday has six exclamation marks, and your anniversary has only four.Â
Boyfriend! Megumi checks every class schedule, exam date and mission known to man the second it's published with his heart in his throat, just waiting to see which of those tedious âmustsâ collide with the most important dates. He breathes a small sigh of relief every time when he is off on both your birthday and anniversary dates.Â
Boyfriend! Megumi still feels bad whenever he is not around to celebrate the less important stuff. Like your perfect score on the exam or success in landing your part-time job. You reassure him that itâs okay and youâll have your own mini-celebration when he returns from his mission. But still, seeing you celebrate these achievements with your parents and friends through posts on social media makes him feel inadequate. And he doesnât know how to bring it up.Â
Boyfriend! Megumi comes home later than usual after a mission, reeking of alcohol and eyes rimmed red. Then, he awkwardly shuffles in the dark living room, pacing, knocking things over and then returning to the pacing until he unwillingly wakes you up. He ignores you when you call out his name, so lost in his thoughts that you become worried for his well-being.
Boyfriend! Megumi snaps out of his daze as you touch him. His face is more expressive than usual, full of guilt and pain. The first thing past his lips is how he doesnât deserve you, how he canât be a good boyfriend, how you should be with someone who will always be there.Â
Boyfriend! Megumi crumbles in your arms when you reassure him that he is more than enough. It doesnât matter if he isnât there for some important days; itâs natural. Youâre both adults with your own schedules, and itâs bound to happen. But the important thing is that you make up for those lost days with every other moment you get together.Â
Boyfriend! Megumi denies ever crying, being upset or mushy over anything, even as his bright red ears give him away. You tease him further and the sharp shut up has no heat behind it. Especially not when he feeds you breakfast in bed.
Boyfriend! Megumi still feels guilty for missing your important date, but heâs determined to make up for it. Princess treatment and corny date to your favourite animal cafe. Youâre putting up with his shit, after all, so heâll go just slightly overboard to make sure you know youâre his precious girl.Â
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