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đ„Č With the way my period went last week, this fic was on my brain constantly. But my god, Bug, I needed time to digest this masterpiece. (I've also saved various of your other works in my drafts to comment on later. I apologize for the reblog spam that is about to happen.)
Kay, now. Let's dive in, shall we? đ„°
Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. âFuck off,â you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure thereâs a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joelâs just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. âMorninâ, sunshine,â he says as he kisses the top of your head. âHow do you feel?â
What a sweet, sweet, kind man. If I woke up to a freshly cleaned bathroom while on my period, I'd probably cry.
âI didnât ask you to do that,â you mumble. âThe bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.â
đ„Č Ma'am. I get it. But. The sweet man.
If looks could fuckinâ kill, Joel thinks. Youâre glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. Youâre crampy, but youâre also probably hungry. Heâll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it.Â
Sorry, did you say saint??? Saint Joel???
âI didnât hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.â âI said yes,â you snap. Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you.
đ« The disrespect. The bitten cheek. (Loved that bit. His annoyance is growing, but he's still keeping his cool. Again, did someone say saint??)
âNo. I donât care,â you interrupt, which hurts Joelâs feelings a little. A lot, actually.
S' OKAY, SWEET BABY. C'MERE. MAMA'S GOT YOU.
âYour glasses broke.â âYeah. I see that.â âI didnât mean to,â you tell him defensively. âRight.â âBut you really shouldnât leave your glasses there, Joel.â
Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, âIâm gonna give you two options,â Joel says. âYou can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.âÂ
âYouâve earned yourself brownie points choosinâ the latter of the two options, but this still ainât gonna be fun for you,â he says.
S' okay đ„Č I was a bitch đ„Č I deserve it đ„Č Do with me as you please đ„Čđ„Čđ„Č
He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. âNuh-uh. I donât know where you think youâre goinâ, hon.â
âQuiet,â he growls. âHeard fuckinâ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.â
đ«Ą Sir yes, sir.
âLet it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth âa yours has done nothinâ but bitch and moan at me today. Sâa punishment, ainât âsposed to feel good.â
I have really bad news for you, then. Ahem.
âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
âI will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things Iâve done for ya today, hm?â
Ohhh, he's done done. I just *loved* this bit. The frustration, how fed up he is with the reader. Suddenly you're concerned about causing a little bit of work? Oh, hohoho, no no no. Too fucking late.
Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. Itâs why he got his first, but now itâs time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary.Â
đ© Ma'am. Please. I can only take so much. The hotness in just this ONE paragraph. PLEASE. đ© "An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary." đ„Č I am a puddle on the floor.
Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.
đ« đđ« đ
âQuiet,â he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, âSo this is what weâre gonna do: youâre gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. Youâre not gonna cry or complain âcause youâve done enough of that today. Right?â Joel pauses, âNod your head.â
âI know, I know, sweetheart,â he coos at you to quiet you down. âYouâre all out of sorts today. Mâgonna fix it. I always fix it, donât I?â
*inhales* - *screams*
He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but youâre more lost in him than he is in you - heâs focused on your face, watching you make an âOâ with your mouth, and heâs focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joelâs brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and over⊠âItâs all ya needed, isnât it? The whole goddamn time,â he pants. âDidnât need to go anâ bitch me out all day if you needed lovinâ like this. Woulda been nice fâya just said so.â
đ¶ I have died and am now reading this from the depth of hell. Fuuuuck me!
âAlways the tears with you, huh?â he taunts. âAlways somethinâ. Oh, I know. I know.âÂ
The fucking "I know"s kill me. Like, I didn't know two simple words like that could do the things to me that they're doing. But here we are. Is that a kink? Is there an "I know" kink? I think I have it.
âYouâre gonna tell me what you need,â he instructs, âAnd youâre gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usinâ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?â
Youâre surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. Heâs got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. âPicked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?â
đđđ SAY IT WITH ME: JOEL MILLER IS A FUCKING SAINT. A SAINT THAT FUCKS, BUT A SAINT NONETHELESS.
Christ on a cracker, this was delicious from start to finish. I think you have had a lasting impact on how I see (and am trying to write) smut. đźâđšđźâđšđźâđš
Thank you indeed. đ A masterpiece!!!!
Seeing Red
âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
Joelâs sorry that your period sucks, but he's reached the end of his rope with your attitude. (6k)
Tags - 18+ smut, brat taming, blow jobs, face fucking, rough period sex, fingering, mating press, overstimulation and multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare in the form of a shared bubble bath, all things periods and period symptoms so headaches, breast pain, cramps, irritability that reader takes out on Joel. You will feel so bad for being such a cunt to this man but he gets to fill two of your holes with his cum so it all kind of evens out. takes place in jackson Fic help - @beefrobeefcal and @joelsdagger for all of their love and support and eyeballs, @noxturnalpascal and @endlessthxxghts thank you both for being my compass and giving me direction and helping to make this fic perfect. I love you <3 A/N - if you're on your period, i'm sending you a hug <3 if you're not i'm hugging you too
I was reminded of my friend @covetyou's fic "Sleepless" which is a lovely piece of classic literature, just like the rest of her works, and I'd like to credit her for inspo. Thank you Lo đ€đ©·đ
You should have guessed thereâd be a bloodstain in your underwear, but despite the headaches, your sore breasts, and your cramping abdomen, youâre surprised when youâre met with rusty red in your panties. Fucking great, you whisper, dripping with sarcasm, this is not what you needed today. You had so many things you wanted to get done and now you were going to be spending the whole day miserable and in pain.
âJoel,â you loudly call out. You wait a beat, nothing. âJOEL,â you yell louder.Â
You hear the faint sound of his recliner, the popping of his knees and the creaking of the stairs as he walks up them. His two feet are visible through the space between the floor and the bathroom door and then he knocks, âWhatcha need, darlinâ?â
âNew underwear,â you answer. âAnd a pad. Also in the underwear drawer.âÂ
Joel walks away and returns with what youâve asked for and slides both items under the door. You change your panties and secure the pad made of old rags and t-shirts with the clothespin attached to it. âYou got it?â he asks.
âYeah,â you reply.
âGuessinâ you just started your cycle, then.âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âCan I get you anything?â
âNope,â you answer. âI think Iâm just gonna go to bed.âÂ
âAlright. Iâll join you, then.âÂ
 You wash your hands and rinse the bloodstain out of your panties with annoyance in the sink, wringing them out before tossing them in the dirty laundry hamper in the bathroom. When you unlock the door and leave the bathroom, Joelâs already asleep in your shared bed. He sleeps curled on his side and yet he still fucking snores - between that and the pain youâre in, you know it wonât be a restful night of sleep. You look at Joel, sleeping peacefully like a baby, and yet you wanna beat the living fucking crap out of him. You curl your body around his, stealing his body heat to soothe your cramps.Â
Joel wakes up early the next morning and greets you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. âFuck off,â you mumble, your voice is still thick with sleep but he knows you mean it so he lets you sleep in a bit while he cleans the bathroom for you. He works as quietly as he can, scrubbing it and mopping it from top to bottom. He empties the trash can and the laundry hamper, he makes sure thereâs a fresh bar of soap and a new washrag for you. Joelâs just finishing up and wiping dust from the mirror when you find him in the bathroom. âMorninâ, sunshine,â he says as he kisses the top of your head. âHow do you feel?âÂ
âShitty.â You grab at the mirror and Joelâs skin crawls as you touch the glass with your thumb, the smudges left behind from your fingertips clear as day on the freshly cleaned glass. Heâll just touch it up later. You pull out your toothbrush and frown, your nose scrunched in disgust. âIt smells like bleach in here,â you complain.
âWell, yeah,â Joel chuckles. âI just cleaned it for ya. âCourse it smells like bleach.â
âI didnât ask you to do that,â you mumble. âThe bleach you used makes my head hurt worse.â
âOh,â Joel scratches the back of his head and frowns. âMâsorry, then. Well, we can let it air out for a while, weâll leave the fan on. Shouldnât smell for more than a day or so.â
âYeah, I guess.â
If looks could fuckinâ kill, Joel thinks. Youâre glaring at him. He takes that as his cue to leave. You shrink away from him as he gently brushes your arm when he walks past, then shut the door loudly behind him. Ouch. Joel knows not to take it personally, though. Youâre crampy, but youâre also probably hungry. Heâll make you breakfast, something with protein because he knows you need it.Â
He cleans the kitchen first. He washes the dirty dishes you mustâve forgotten about last night and wipes crumbs from the table. As you come downstairs dressed in sweats and a shirt you stole from Joel, heâs finishing up making your breakfast. âSit down, I made your favorite.âÂ
You sit down at the table with your head in your hands. Joel puts a plate with two slices of perfectly golden brown toast and two over-easy eggs in front of you, then a fork and a knife on either side. He fills a glass with water for you as well. He walks away to clean up the stove, then turns around to check on you. Your face is contorted in disgust and youâre not eating. âWhatâs the matter?â
âI donât want this,â you grouse.
âBut sâyour favorite. You love your eggs over easy,â Joel says. âAnd the toast, thatâs fresh bread and butter. Eat up.âÂ
âYeah, but I wanted scrambled.âÂ
Joel stares at you for a moment, dumbfounded. You usually hate scrambled eggs, and he knows this. But youâre not smirking or holding back laughter like youâre fucking with him. So maybe your tastes have changed, who knows. âOkay. Would you like me to make you scrambled eggs instead, then?â
âYes,â you mumble in a small voice.Â
âI didnât hear ya, sweetheart. Speak up, please.âÂ
âI said yes,â you snap.Â
Your clipped tone cuts like a knife. Joel bites his inner cheek as he takes your plate from you. He quickly scarfs down the perfectly cooked eggs and toast as he makes you a new plate of breakfast, this time with scrambled eggs. He places it in front of you with a little less care than before and waits for you to take a bite. âBetter?â
âJust okay.âÂ
âJust okayâ. Of course you think itâs âjust okayâ, theyâre scrambled fucking eggs - which you donât like. Youâre just being -Â
Joel needs to cool off. Hopefully once youâve eaten youâre a little less irritable. âIâm gonna head out anâ do some errands. Be back shortly,â Heâs met with no answer from you, which he expected.Â
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He comes back an hour or so later with a few things from the market heâs been needing along with a couple of VHS tapes that he rented from the library. âSo,â Joel says, âI picked out some movies for ya.â He lays four tapes down on the coffee table in front of the couch where you lay. âWhen Harry Met Sally, thatâs a good one,â he begins, âNext is How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, then Blade Runner, and I picked out My Cousin Vinny,â Joel says. He thinks youâre gonna pick out Blade Runner because it stars Harrison Ford, who he knows you have a thing for. âMy Cousin Vinny is pretty good, I donât think weâve seen that one yet fâya wanna give that a try.â
âMmm, no.âÂ
Shot down. âOkay. How âbout Blade Runner, then. Sâgot Indiana Jones in -â
âNo. I donât care,â you interrupt, which hurts Joelâs feelings a little. A lot, actually. âI wanna watch this one,â you point to How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days. âHeâs cute.âÂ
Of course you picked the Matthew McConaughey movie. God, Joel fucking hated him. He always seemed so skeezy, if thereâs anyone who shouldâve bit it on Outbreak Day, it shouldâve been Matthew McConaughey. âYeah, okay. Whatever. Do you think heâs dreamy too?â
âFuck off, Joel.âÂ
So teasingâs off the table too, heâll add that to the list of things that have pissed you off today. Joel turns on the TV and puts the tape in the VHS player before he sits back down next to you. At first you rest on his shoulder, then you spread out and lay your head on his lap. Itâs not long before you fall asleep on Joel, leaving him to watch this dumb fucking movie all by himself because god forbid he move you and disrupt your nap. He knows better than to do that.Â
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âSo fuckinâ stupid,â Joel whispers to himself as the movie plays, though he did find himself enjoying the part where the Kate Hudson sings âYouâre So Vainâ by Carly Simon. He always did like that song.Â
âMmmm,â you groan, shifting onto your back. Joelâs hand is stroking your hair as you look up at him, but you push it away. âYouâre too close to me,â you grumble.Â
âWhatâre you talkinâ about?âÂ
âYouâre crowding me. I feel smothered.âÂ
Joel scoffs. âOh, you feel smothered? Youâre the one who laid on me.â Once again, your glare is all that you need to say. âAlright then, Iâll move.â Joel concedes. He lifts your head gently and scoots down to the opposite end of the couch. And then he hears you huff. âWhat?â
âWell, now I donât have a pillow.âÂ
Joel sighs as he gets up to grab a throw pillow from the opposite couch.Â
âThe other one.âÂ
Youâre referring to the other throw pillow thatâs absolutely indistinguishable from the one currently in Joelâs hand, but he gets it for you anyway. âLift your head,â he says softly, putting the pillow under you. He sits back down in the spot you made him move to as you both watch the movie play, but your soft groans interrupt. Youâre no doubt in pain from all the cramps right now. âIâve got somethinâ like a heating pad,â Joel says, looking at you. âSâa big sock filled with rice, I heat it up and use it for neck and back pain. Would that help with them cramps?â You nod without making any effort to meet Joelâs eyes, which he finds a little rude. But still, youâre hurting. Heâll give you grace.Â
So, once again, Joel gets up for you. He goes upstairs to get his rice sock from his nightstand, then comes back downstairs and heats it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. He pokes the sock to make sure itâs plenty warm for you and then gives it to you to take. âHere,â he says, âHold it on your tummy.â
âJESUS,â you yell at him.Â
âWhat?â
âItâs too fucking hot, Joel, why would you make it so hot?âÂ
 âJust give it a second, sweetheart, youâll get used to it.âÂ
âNo. It was burning me.âÂ
âOkay, then let me have it and weâll let it cool off a minute. Christ almighty.â Joel takes the sock back from you, and he knows his hands are pretty calloused butâŠit doesnât feel that hot. When a few minutes have passed, he gives it back to you. âThis should be better.âÂ
You lay the big, warm stuffed sock across your stomach and frown. âItâs not warm enough.âÂ
âYou have gotta be kiddinâ me.âÂ
âMm-mm,â you shake your head, giving Joel back his sock like you just assume heâll heat it up again for you.Â
âJust a couple minutes ago you screamed bloody murder about it burninâ you. And now itâs not hot enough?â
âYeah, thatâs what I said.â When Joel doesnât jump immediately to reheat the sock for you, you look at him impatiently. âJoel.âÂ
âYou can ask, you know.âÂ
But Joel gets the hint and gets up for you a third time to reheat the sock heâs letting you borrow. You donât say please, and when he returns with the sock reheated, thereâs no thank you either. What does he get from you? âItâs too hot.â
âThen tell me how I should rectify that for you, because last time I let it cool off and it wasnât warm enough for ya after.âÂ
âI donât know,â you snap. âYouâre just really upsetting me right now. Everything hurts and your voice is grating.â
âIâm upsetting you?â Joel repeats your words back to you. âAnd my voice is grating.âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Heâs about at his wits end. âYou know, youââ Joel decides not to finish that sentence. Instead, he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out on the count of five. âTwo, three, fourâŠYou need to drink some water. Sâyour first issue, youâre probably dehydrated. Did you drink any water?âÂ
âItâs not your business.â
 Jesus fucking Christ. âOkay, well Iâm makinâ it my business.â Joel gets up for the fourth goddamn time and slams the cup cabinet before filling a glass with water from the sink. He marches back to the couch, âSit up,â he says. âDrink.âÂ
âI donât want to,â you whine.Â
âItâll fix your headache. Drink.âÂ
âIt wonât actually, thatâs a myth.âÂ
âRight, what do I know when youâve got an answer for fuckinâ everything. Drink.âÂ
You sit up, scowling at Joel as you take a sip.Â
âAll of it.âÂ
You drink the rest of it, glaring at him the whole time. Heâs so full of shit, as if any of what youâre going through could be fixed by drinking a glass of water. Water wonât fix your cramps, wonât fix your aching and sore back. When youâre done, you slam the glass on the end table next to you and in doing so, break Joelâs reading glasses. Oops. Didnât see those. The lenses arenât shattered, but one of the arms is all bent now. When you look at Joel, heâs biting his bottom lip and breathing deeply. âYour glasses broke.âÂ
âYeah. I see that.âÂ
âI didnât mean to,â you tell him defensively.
âRight.âÂ
âBut you really shouldnât leave your glasses there, Joel.â
âYeah, right. Shouldnât leave my glasses on the end table,â Joel says. âI should leave them where, exactly? Maybe the floor?âÂ
âSomewhere else.âÂ
âRight. Somewhere else.âÂ
Heâs hoping that by repeating your words back to you, you start to hear how absolutely ridiculous you sound. But you donât seem to. Joel turns and walks away before he fucking throttles you.Â
âCan you put on the next movie? I wanna watch My Cousin Vinny.â
Now, now you want to watch that movie. And Joelâs gonna miss out, because he canât stand to be around you for one minute longer. âAre your legs broken?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Walked into that one. âYouâre fuckinâ impossible. Fine. Iâll put it on, then Iâm goinâ away for a bit.âÂ
âGood.â
Oh, he could fucking kill you. This whole day heâs heard nothing but complaints from your mouth, no pleases or thank youâs at all. Everything heâs done today has been for you, and you couldnât give a flying fuck.Â
Joel puts on the movie, grabs his bent glasses from the end table and heads out to the garage without saying a single word to you. You wonder what bug crawled up his ass.Â
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My Cousin Vinny plays just fine until Vinny shows up in his ridiculous suit to the courthouse. The tape begins to skip a whole bunch, the movie barely making sense, and you have no idea how to fix it - not that itâs your job to know, anyway. So you call out the name of the man whose job it is.Â
âJoel.âÂ
No answer.Â
âJOELLLL,â you yell.Â
Same deal. You sigh as you sit up and get off of the couch, walking to the garage door. Thereâs finally a break in your cramps and youâre feeling halfway-human for the first time since yesterday. Entering the garage, you find Joel sitting at his workbench, heâs working on bending the frame of his glasses back into shape. âJoel.âÂ
He doesnât turn around to look at you and in fact, he heard you calling for him. He had just ignored you. âLooks like your legs are workinâ now,â Joel replies, without looking at you. âSâa miracle. Means you can follow me around now, terrific.â
You choose to ignore his sarcasm. âWhatever. You need to do something for me. The VCR is messing up and you have to fix it.â
âHm,â he hums.
âWhatâs hm?âÂ
âIâve fixed lotsa things for you today,â he says quietly. âI need some time to fix my glasses that you broke. Sâa difficult task on account of the fact I need my glasses to see.â
âYou can do me one favor, Joel. It wonât kill you.âÂ
Joel stops and gently places his broken glasses on his work bench. He turns to his right and glares daggers at you. âOne favor,â he scoffs. âOh, youâre a fuckinâ peach. You wanna try that again?â
âTry what again?âÂ
Youâre fucking with him. You have to be fucking with him. Why are you fucking with him? Youâre not antagonistic like this, not usually, so he concludes that you must be looking for a fight. At this point, Joel is too.Â
âIâve done you countless favors today, sweetheart,â Joel gripes.
âYeah, but-â you begin.
Joelâs large, warm hand suddenly covers the lower half of your face, silencing your argument. âIf the next words outta this mouth arenât thank you, then I donât wanna hear âem. In factâŠâ
He bites his inner cheek, nodding his head as he thinks. The way he stares at you, his dark eyes piercing through you - you feel the chill deep in your bones. A wave of clarity hits you as you recall some of the details of the day, the way Joel was there at every turn and while you were busy being cranky and achey, he was trying to wait on you hand and foot. Shit. Youâve been a Grade-A bitch to him all day, a total fucking cunt.
Breaking the silence, Joel finally clears his throat and continues his thought, âIâm gonna give you two options,â Joel says. âYou can walk the fuck away from me, or you can get on your knees. Whichever you choose, you do so silently. Nod if you understand.âÂ
Itâs like youâre watching a scene from a movie. You hear Joelâs words, but you almost donât believe theyâre real and so they donât quite register. He pulls his hand away from your face slowly. Your mouth falls open a bit but you donât say or do anything.
âNod. If. You. Understand.â You nod quickly. Joel awaits your decision as you look at the garage door and contemplate your clean way out from this situation, âSo whatâll it be?â he asks. Despite it all, that uneasy feeling in your gut, you drop to your knees anyway, eyes still lingering on the door before you look up at Joel. You trust him to take care of you and you think you might owe him this obedience after your behavior today. âYouâve earned yourself brownie points choosinâ the latter of the two options, but this still ainât gonna be fun for you,â he says. It should scare you - and it does - but youâre still thrilled by it, by the way he sighs and his knees crack as he gets off of his barstool, by the cold look in his eyes as he reaches under his thick belly to unbuckle his belt. Standing above you, he pulls out his half-hard cock and pumps it, feeling it grow to full length in his hand. Heâs thick, veiny, and generously sized, a pearly white bead of precum sits atop his slit. His cock is just an inch or two away from your mouth as he holds it between his fingers, his thumb on top and middle and forefingers on the underside. With his other hand, he cards his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips. âOpen.â
You part your lips open and with that, Joel pushes himself into your mouth inch by inch. You smell him first, that musky and heady sort of scent. Next, you taste the saltiness of his skin and his precome on your tongue and for a moment itâs pleasurable, with his cock halfway in your mouth. You wrap your hand around the end of his shaft like you know what he wants but you donât know, not really - Joel holds your hand in his own and squeezes it so that your knuckles grind against each other a little bit. He pushes himself further and you canât lick him or savor this like you wanted to, you just feel his cock intruding, sliding into your mouth. Joelâs testing you, making sure that you can handle all of him and if you canât, you know heâll make you.Â
He draws out of your mouth entirely only to force his way back in, making you gag and sputter. You attempt to pull away but Joel keeps his hand firm on your head and holds you right where he wants you. âNuh-uh. I donât know where you think youâre goinâ, hon.âÂ
Thereâs no gentleness to it, he fucks your mouth heatedly so that youâre drooling and choking on him, your eyes springing with tears as that pressure builds behind them. âBreathe through your nose,â he reminds you. âIn and out. You ainât done jusâ âcause youâre cryinâ.â Your lips are sore with the repeated action, your jaw is aching. He rolls his hips, his cock is deep down your throat as he relishes in your warm, wet mouth and the way it makes him feel.Â
âMmm,â you moan, youâre not sure if the noise is indicative of your pleasure or discomfort.
âQuiet,â he growls. âHeard fuckinâ enough outta you today. You keep quiet.â
Your nose is buried in that thatch of coarse curls as he rocks his hips over and over, his soft and pillowy tummy bouncing against your forehead. You squirm and whine as his tip teases the back of your throat and your mouth feels so full, uncomfortably so. Joel picks up on that. âLet it be a lesson to ya, then, if it hurts. That mouth âa yours has done nothinâ but bitch and moan at me today. Sâa punishment, ainât âsposed to feel good.âÂ
Heâs grunting and groaning, eyes screwed shut as he uses you, pumping in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches with the brutality of the way he fucks your mouth, and just as you think you canât take anymore, you feel Joelâs cock begin to twitch and pulse. He comes in your mouth without a warning, painting your tongue with his hot spend. Itâs salty and bitter and warm on your tongue. Once youâve swallowed, Joel reaches down and yanks you up by your bicep. He thought fucking your mouth and coming down your throat would make him feel better but honestly, it doesnât. As he looks at your face, all puffy with tears and swollen lips, he canât quite find it in himself to let go of his anger. Not yet, at least. âLetâs go,â he grunts as he drags you with him towards the garage door. He marches you though the house and up the stairs.Â
âWhere are we going?â
âBedroom,â Joel growls, answering your question like itâs obvious. You suppose it should be, but you figured he was done with you. But heâs not. The regret begins to set in when you realize the retribution youâre about to be met with for the way youâve treated Joel today. Youâd be lying if you said that while wallowing in your pain you didnât notice how your curt tone got under his skin, hurt his feelings and frustrated him immensely. The dread you feel canât save you, itâs all too late now.Â
 âBecause if I donât fuck you,â he says, âThen Iâm gonna strangle you. So which would you like?â
âFuck me,â you whisper.Â
âExactly.âÂ
Joel pushes you into the bedroom and locks the door behind himself. âLie down on your back,â he says.Â
You protest, âBut the sheets, Joel. The bloodââ
âI will wash the fucking sheets. We can add it to the list of all the things Iâve done for ya today, hm?â
When you donât jump at his request, Joel takes initiative. He pulls off your - his - shirt from your body and then bends you over the end of the neatly made bed, the old and worn comforter feels rough on the skin of your cheek. Joel pulls down your sweatpants and panties in one motion and then flips you over onto your back, your legs hanging off the end of the bed. You feel embarrassed when you catch a glimpse of your bloodied pad and underwear, moreso when you feel yourself making a mess on his bedding and between your legs.Â
âYou didnât make yourself come today, did you?â
âUhhââ you stutter. âI - IâŠâ
âNo point in gettinâ bashful now, darlinâ. Just gimme an answer.â
âNo,â you tell him. Itâs been a while.Â
âFigures.â
Joel had assumed sexual frustration had been playing a role in your attitude today. Cramps, headaches, all sorts of things going on with you and a needy, aching pussy to boot. He does feel sorry for you, but he feels sorry for himself too. Itâs why he got his first, but now itâs time for you to get yours. An orgasm should set you straight, or two or three. Whatever he feels is necessary.Â
Joel undresses himself before pushing your thighs apart and hitching your legs around his waist. Slowly, he slides his thumb through your folds and then circles your clit. He knows youâre vulnerable like this - bleeding pussy on display for him as you make a mess of his sheets. But heâs patient, and he massages your clit calmly until you finally let a moan, a little mmm slip. He smirks at that.Â
He pushes his middle two fingers inside you, pumping in and out slowly. He then curls his fingers, searching for that sweet spot on a woman he loves so much. âFuck,â you cry out, legs instinctually closing shut around him, and he knows heâs found it.Â
âDonât fight it,â he says, opening you back up. He curls his fingers and circles your clit in tandem, making all sorts of lewd noises with your cunt. He admires your body all laid out for him like this, your breasts and your pebbled nipples, soft tummy rising and falling with your breathy ohâs and ahhâs, thick curls framing your pretty pussy like a picture just for him. Joel takes his free hand and uses it to press down on your lower stomach, intensifying the feeling of it all. You come hard, gushing on his fingers as you whimper his name.Â
Joel pulls his fingers from your core and wipes them haphazardly on his own torso. âJoel,â you gasp when you feel the thick head of his cock at your entrance.
âI am sorry,â he begins, notching his tip inside you and popping it out. He slides the blunt head through your folds and over your clit, then taps the sensitive part of you with himself. âThat youâre in pain. It isnât fair and I know that. But youâve done nothing but take your hurt out on me.â He presses himself inside you again, âIâve got a half a mind to take my own hurt out on you, yâknow.â His voice is dark and angered, but he speaks calmly in a way that contrasts the darkness but maintains his authority all the same. âAnd I think Iâm gonna.â
âJoel, Iâ â
âQuiet,â he commands. He begins teasing your slit with his cock once more before he speaks, âSo this is what weâre gonna do: youâre gonna take what I give you, however much or little it is. Youâre not gonna cry or complain âcause youâve done enough of that today. Right?â Joel pauses, âNod your head.âÂ
 You obey his rule and nod, yes.
He drags his cock up and down your cunt again, the soft skin of your labia rubbing so nicely against his thickness. He notches himself inside you over and over again, pushing in a little bit deeper each time and pulling back out. You whine, rolling your hips in search of more. âI know, I know, sweetheart,â he coos at you to quiet you down. âYouâre all out of sorts today. Mâgonna fix it. I always fix it, donât I?â
Yes. You nod again. Quiet.
âSâright,â he says. âGood girl.â
With that, Joel pushes his leaking cock into you entirely, one gradual slide that has you sucking in a breath that comes out in a strained sort of whimper. His hard, warm shaft parting your insides, filling you whole. Joel hears it in the way that you sigh, that this, this is what you needed. He rocks his hips once, twice. Experiments with shallow thrusts, inching his way in and out of you before he draws out of your pussy entirely only to thrust himself right back in, deeper and harder than before.Â
With the fullness of Joel inside of you, everything seems to melt away - all that anger, misplaced or not. Joelâs rhythmic thrusting soothes you, sort of. The soreness of your body, the aching cramps in your abdomen are all gone as you focus on the in and out, the in and out. He builds a comfortable pace, but one that borders on too much too soon. His hands on your waist, pulling you towards him as he pushes into you in equal measure.Â
He fucks you without discipline, no tenderness at all to the action with those sloppy thrusts, but youâre more lost in him than he is in you - heâs focused on your face, watching you make an âOâ with your mouth, and heâs focused on your bouncing body, your twitching thighs spread wide. Your moans, your whimpers and your whines, babbling nothing but nonsense. Joelâs brow is furrowed as he breathes heavily through his teeth, his soft body jerking above you as he hits that sweet spot inside you over and over and overâŠ
âItâs all ya needed, isnât it? The whole goddamn time,â he pants. âDidnât need to go anâ bitch me out all day if you needed lovinâ like this. Woulda been nice fâya just said so.â Joel reaches for your breasts, harshly squeezing the tender, sore flesh. You wince in pain and he loosens his grip, focusing on your nipples instead. He twists and flicks the sensitive buds and your moans become louder, more high pitched. Joel fucking loves it when that happens, you never realized.Â
âOh, Joel,â you moan, âYeah, fuck.âÂ
With one hand still teasing your nipples, he brings the other to your pussy. A few strokes of his thumb on your clit is all it takes to send you over the edge a second time, wanton moans and choked sobs spilling from your lips as he fucks you through it.Â
And fucks you, and fucks you.Â
And keeps fucking you.Â
It doesnât end, he doesnât slow himself and you never feel that come down, that descent from pleasure. It keeps going, like pressure with nowhere to go and you feel like you might break. âI canât, I need you to stop, stop, Joel.â
âNuh-uh,â he shakes his head, thrusting still. âYou can take it, be a good girl. Gonna fuck you good and deep like you need. You brought this on yourself, anyway. Two more.âÂ
This whole time, he doesnât stop. Itâs so much at once and when you thought it was going to end, it doesnât. Tears of overstimulation spring in your eyes and flow freely down your cheeks. Joel lets you cry because he knows you need it, he knows the release is good for you. You poor thing, how much you must be feeling right now, both physically and mentally. âItâs too much, Joel, I canât,â you plead.
 âAlways the tears with you, huh?â he taunts. âAlways somethinâ. Oh, I know. I know.âÂ
Itâs the way you look at Joel that causes him to cave, eyes all wide and tear-stained. Youâre spent and he knows it, what with all that your bodyâs put you through. Youâve had a rough day and though he did too, he canât help but feel sympathy for you at this moment. âOh, my sweet girl. What am I gonna do with you, hm?â
âI donât know,â you sniffle.Â
âKnow you donât, ân you donât have to. Sâmy job,â he soothes. With his clean hand, he traces the side of your face and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone. âHow about this, then - what are we gonna do next time youâre not feeling so good?âÂ
âIâm - Iâmââ
âYouâre gonna tell me what you need,â he instructs, âAnd youâre gonna ask for it. Nicely. So that means usinâ your manners. Please, Joel. Thank you, Joel. Remember those words?â
âYeah,â you nod, âYeah, I remember.â
 âBut you forgot âem the whole day today,â Joel says softly. âI think you gotta learn to compromise, too,â he adds. The guilt had begun to set in before, but you really start to feel the burn now. You were unkind to Joel, and heâs been nothing but sweet, doting on every one of your needs. âI think an apologyâs in order for the way you treated me today.âÂ
Heâs right, and you know it. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry, Joel.â
âOh, I know you are. You just needed the reminder, sâokay,â You hadnât even noticed how his thrusting had slowed to a still until it picks up again slowly, as he presses kisses to you. Your cheeks first, then your lips. âIâll compromise too - Iâm only gonna make you come one more time, not two. Sound good? Sound fair?â
âI donât think I can, JoelâŠâ
âYeah, you can, sâthe last one. Take it good for me,â he encourages. âTake it good.âÂ
Thatâs what he repeats as his thrusts build again, fucking you deeply. Take it good, take it good for me. He hikes you up further on the bed and joins you so that heâs no longer standing at the floor, heâs got you pressed in half instead, your knees on either side of your chest and your feet above his shoulders. This angle intensifies everything and he knows, oh he knows how much it is for you. Youâre tired, sore, overstimulated. But youâll be done soon, heâll be done with you soon. He takes your hand and wedges it between your bodies, pressing your own fingers to your clit, âLet go for me, I wanna feel you let go for me,â he says. âFocus right here. Youâre gonna come with me, keep your eyes on meâŠâ
You donât even have to massage your clit, the way Joel angles himself has his body doing all the work, his pubic bone adding pressure to your fingers adding pressure to your clit. Itâs intense, all of it - deeply energetic, overwhelming. You canât quite discern your orgasm as it builds, thereâs no definitive start but itâs powerful, devastating almost. Washing over you in waves, you feel it in the base of your spine first. You feel it in your gut, the backs of your thighs all the way to your toes. You hardly register that heâs coming with you, filling you deep with his come. His jaw is clenched tight and heâs groaning, grunting as he milks himself in you.
He leaves you there, whimpering, twitching on the bed. You hear the faint sound of running water, you figure heâs washing himself off. Youâre surprised when he returns to you, pelvis covered in your blood, and scoops you right up in his arms. He helps you to your feet and on shaky legs, guides you to the bathroom. It no longer smells like bleach but instead, lavender. Heâs got a candle lit on the sink and the bathtub is filled with warm, bubbly water. âPicked out a bubble bath for you earlier when I went out. Wanna test it out with me?âÂ
âYeah,â you sniffle. âYes. Please.âÂ
Joel sits in the tub first, spreads his legs and welcomes you to sit between them. He washes the blood from your poor, sensitive core and your thighs, washes it from his own body as well. When heâs done, he pulls you back into his chest and his hands find your breasts. âTheyâre tender, huh,â he murmurs into the side of your head.Â
âSuper, yeah. Sore.âÂ
âIâll bet,â he says. He gently massages the tissue for you, his strong hands working you out in a way you canât quite do.Â
âThank you,â you whisper.Â
Joel chuckles. âBout fuckinâ time you thanked me,â he says. âYouâre welcome.âÂ
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Episode 24
Welp, he did what they suggested. He went to see for himself.
I've said it before but it bears repeating - this kid is SUCH a good actor!
Jesus fucking christ, Wen Zongyu is the worst.
He took a grieving child and:
manipulated him into spying against his friends and poisoning one of them:
intended from the start to use his body as a vessel for a demon;
fucking poisoned him so that he would be able to control said demon once it was in his body!!
Oooh but your little demon trapping cage didn't work on our boy Li Lun?
So... could it actually end up now that Li Lun and the gang will band together against Wen Zongyu? The enemy of my enemy and all that?
Can't Zhao Yuanzhou use his healing ability on him?
Oh SHIT, the sword being broken affects/damages the person connected to it?
So they NEED that second sword!! Anybody else remember that it was explicitly mentioned that TWO cloud light swords were forged? Anyone?!!
And that confirms that the reason the sword cracked this time is because of the malicious qi - every other time Zhu Yan has been stabbed with the sword, he has been in control of his qi.
However... doesn't that mean that the plan/back up plan to kill Zhu Yan if he is out of control is doomed to failure, because the uncontrolled qi will crack the sword?
OUCH
Ying Lei is so fucking under-rated... they play him for comedy so much of the time but he has genuinely been the one coming up with a lot of the solutions for things. He found how to purify the Yao Water. He worked out that Bai Jiu's blood could revive the Divine Wood. And he's thought to ask the other mountain gods about ways to save both Zhuo Yichen and Bai Jiu. He is best boy!!
Uhhhh... yeah... sliiiight problem there...
Okay so we have a way to keep him going a bit longer... while you find the second sword, right? Right?!
Good on you Pei Sijing.
He is the best!!
Oh damn, he survived.
And Wen Zongyu has the gall to act pleased about it - as if he wasn't callously offering his position to Pei Sijing a matter of days ago.
"Thank you for your treatment"
"Better than I was before"
Did... did Wen Zongyu use his fucking experimental treatments on him? Is he a hybrid now?
"According to the spy" What spy? Just a generic spy keeping an eye on things... or is there another traitor in their midst?
Oh dang, that's fucked up your plans eh? Bummer. Sucks to be you.
Oh wow, that is freaky. It's Bai Jiu... but he's dressed and hair-styled Li Lun-style.
Ohhh that doesn't sound good...
Oh dang, his brother didn't have the right Bingyi blood to awaken the sword?!
But... but didn't we see it glowing in his (dead) hand when Zhu Yan wiped out the Demon Hunting Bureau? Or was that just the sword reacting to Zhu Yan's presence?
Ahhhh was it Zhu Yan they were going after? Probably... how many Great Demons are there after all?
Yup, it was, and the sword glowed in response to Zhu Yan's presence.
No wonder Zhuo Yichen didn't know how to use the cloud light sword properly... I'd thought it was because his dad and brother had died before they had chance to teach him... but they never could have taught him because they didn't have the power to awaken it and use it to its full potential...
Oh SHIT and he finds out about his brother's death by someone bringing him the damn sword?!! Wrapped in a blood-stained cloth. Like... harsh, dude?!!
And he dedicated his life to becoming strong enough to awaken the sword, to honor his brother...
I'm not crying, you're crying!!
His tears awakened it?
Goddamn the music in this show is just perfect...
Oh shit.
OH SHIT!
Wtf's going on with the fish pond?
Wtf is this, that's been hiding in the fish pond all this time?!
Of course it is. And of course it's been at the bottom of the fish pond for fucking generations. Where else would you keep it?!
Oh it can repair everything can it?
WHY do they just fucking stand there and let it happen?!!
Oh Zhu Yan did react! Hallelujah!
He sure did.
Did what? You are in this situation because of your own actions! It was literally YOUR plan to break the baize token, get unsealed, and then take over Bai Jiu's body because you knew your own body would burn up!
Okay wtf why did the stone suddenly break?
Can this show please stop giving us a teensy glimpse of hope and then ripping it away from us again?!!
Honestly the stone's a bit shit if all it takes to crumble it is the merest touch of demonic energy?
And what the fuck is this now? There was blood at the centre of the stone? Is it the famous Bingyi blood?
And it's gone zooming into Zhuo Yichen? Whose eyes have gone blue like in the flashbacks to his ancestor?
Oh damn... did I hear that right? The demon Ying Long agreed to die at Bingyi's hand... for the greater good?
OH WHAT?!!!
Ying Lei be like:
Ahhh my poor precious baby mountain god! He's too too good!
Way to be a downer, Zhu Yan.
So it wasn't Bingyi blood? It was demon blood? Unless...?
Because Ying Long sacrificed himself to save the world. Sound familiar, anyone?
Ho hoooooo! Yes indeedy, Zhuo Yichen's ancestor was also a demon... and the famous Bingyi blood is - demon blood! (So I guess maybe it was Bingyi blood inside the stone after all?)
And members of Zhuo Yichen's family were only strong enough to activate the cloud light sword if they had enough demon Bingyi bloodline in them, I guess? And Zhuo Yichen does... which is probably also why he kept dreaming about turning into a demon, I am guessing?
Ohhhhh and we finally get an explanation of how come Zhuo Yichen let Ao Yin get away if he wasn't being controlled by Li Lun!!
He wasn't controlled... he was shocked (mind you, why on earth he would believe a demon's word on that, enough to be shocked to a standstill by it and let them escape?)
So the Great Demon Bingyi was turned human...
And he lived in seclusion... and his descendants...
SO... he wasn't all THAT secluded then eh? đ
It allows them to choose? So he gets to choose if he remains human or becomes demon? But what do you want to bet he will end up in a situation where becoming demon is the only option to save everyone, so he'll do it?
Oh mind you, no, doesn't sound like there is any choice...
Oh holy shit, is there ANY good news for us, Zhu Yan?!!
So now Zhuo Yichen is condemned to death on 2 fronts - the broken sword AND the Bingyi demon blood.
How the fuck are Chongwu spies able to so easily sneak right into the core of Demon Hunting Bureau to eavesdrop? Do you people have ANY fucking security at all?
You said it girl!
Well DUH, of course he's bloody disappeared while you idiots were chitchatting!!
Oh dang...
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah đđ
Aww bless her, she has understood the meaning behind his words...
Oh shit!
AAaaaahhhh! You end it THERE?!!
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Just thinking of a rockstar bf/gfâs a person they hate but like a musician but a different genre like classical music? Or actor/actress. Their life is calm and they are private when it comes to their personal lives, super stable. Basically Henry Cavill of Keanu Reeves. They are everything rockstar canât be for themselves or for MC. They have an admiration and respect for MC, maybe MC used have a passion or something but always prioritized rockstar, but here is the thing, the rival has been watching MC for a long time (not a stalker way) plus points if they been together during school time (high school or college or something). They ended becoming friends who greet each other when they see each other in the hallways. Then lost contact when they graduated. Then by chance they saw MC again. They smile.
Just thinking of a rockstar bf/gfâs a person they hate but like a musician but a different genre like classical music? Or actor/actress. Their life is calm and they are private when it comes to their personal lives, super stable. Basically Henry Cavill of Keanu Reeves. They are everything rockstar canât be for themselves or for MC. They have an admiration and respect for MC, maybe MC used have a passion or something but always prioritized rockstar, but here is the thing, the rival has been watching MC for a long time (not a stalker way) plus points if they been together during school time (high school or college or something). They ended becoming friends who greet each other when they see each other in the hallways. Then lost contact when they graduated. Then by chance they saw MC again. They smile.
Iâm brain rotted by this scenario and I made a snippet đ
âYou still do this, huh?â Rival gives a small, knowing smile. Not pitying. JustâŠthere. Like theyâve always been."Following Rockstar into every room, just to watch them pretend they donât see you."
MC scoffs, defensive as a reflex. âYou wouldnât understand.â
âOh, I donât? I might be the only one who does.â Rivalâs words settle, even and quiet. âIâve watched you throw every part of yourself into them, like you thought itâd be enough to fill the cracks. I thoughtâŠwell, I thought maybe it was a phase. That you'd outgrow them eventually.â
âOutgrow?â MC repeats, almost laughing. âRockstarâs my whole world.â
âYeah, and howâs that world treating you?â
It lands like a strike, not loud, but deep, the way truth can sting without raising its voice. And MC hates it. Hates the way it settles into them, tapping against the cracks that has been getting wider for years. But Rival doesnât look smug; they just look at MC with that same cool and calm expression.
âYou think Iâm weak, donât you?â MC mutters. âLike Iâm some broken⊠charity case. Why do even care?â
They shrugged, like it was the simplest question in the world, as if they hadnât been carrying the answer since the day theyâd parted ways.
âBecause once, I was proud of who you were. And I think you were, too.â
ohhh I like that! the pain, the anguish. mc meeting someone who knew and loved them before the industry, and their relationship wore them down. and then making it R's rival, too! they'd not be happy to see mc reconnect with them haha
I don't think I'll go there bc I have decided on all the ROs now but who knows if mc meets someone that once knew them! I certainly like the difference between someone knowing them Before and then seeing them changed in the After
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ack sorry I was rude about the bathroom problem script I misunderstood what you meant </3 thank you for being a great resource for the sunny stans
No worries lmfao I was being crypto maybe unnecessarily but more for fun⊠trying to lure people to my blog⊠lol
But I promise my main goal here is to make sure fans have access to as much Sunny content and resources as possible!
Thatâs my whole motivation for this blog, after years of searching the depths of the internet for old stuff and running into dozens of dead links (why!! @alwayssunnyfxx !? why did you privatise/delete so many videos!?) and watching almost every social media site fall apart to bad AI search and bots, I want a place where thatâs not going to happen (as long as Blogger stays in existence, I guess)
Itâs definitely a work in progress, and thereâs still a lot to come, to be added and collected, scripts included, but hopefully we will soon have a great resource and fun and interesting site for the community, and a place for great future content and, of course, Season 17+ updates :)
#iasip#ask#ppb#woring on a formative post#not rn lol iâm tipsy#but yo publish monday probs?#i need 5 peer reviews on this thing#anyway i am trying to pander this blog to everyone#so you can read the posts and get it#no matter if youâve seen the show once through while under the influence or 100 times#you can see these things and go yeah! or go ohhh#thatâs the goal :)#on top of all the FUN STUFF!#anyway if anyone wants to join⊠again. i have a discord and what not#:$#also like#s16 tracking everything on my own was fun#but i hated literally HATED how isolated my stuff was lol#like it was just a personal spreadsheet i could figure out how to format here#this blog is more freedom :)
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Just musing some thoughts out loud so don't @ me over this
But it's kinda funny how different the ffxiv community is here vs in twitter. We got 2 big ancient lore revealing things within two past days and my twttr timeline is honestly on fire. People are digging up ship art from up to 2 years ago or speedrunning making new doodles. You can see whenever someone finishes reading the short story bc they post some meme cat crying and then retweet 30 fanarts in row.
Here I've seen uhhhh 3 reblogs of the "hey new story dropped go read" post and I think a grand total of 4 fanarts/gifsets/shitposts related to it. Main tag has a handful of people complaining about mitron, couple peeps sad about the cousin thing and everything else is just. Posting normal stuff like gposes and general wol art.
#neri.txt#there's nothing wrong with that ofc#different tastes and all that#it just seems funny seeing twitter up in flames and really excited about the new stuff#and the fandom here is just âyall hear something?â ânahâ âyeah me neitherâ#could also be i just don't follow enough people or that i'm checking the wrong tags or something#and this is not some âohhh then go there if you like it some muchâ thing#i'm just noticing differences and pondering why they exist#also as a weird sidenote you can apparently set âpost dateâ in the past??#that's what the option above removing rebloggability says at least
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sometimes I truly genuinely forget nuance is dead on the internet and then I have to read people who should be on the same side argue about politics on the internet and I start wanting to bash my head into a wall.
#damien.txt#ohhh my god. rattling the bars of my cage. lesser of two evils is a real and true concept.#revolution and changing a fucking country and keeping marginalized people alive takes many different forms#and guess what! voting for the 'somewhat lesser right wing' president over the 'extremely right wing' president IS one of those forms!#change is not going to happen because you voted third party or didn't fucking vote. it is actively going to make things worse actually#truly i think half the people making these comments have no idea how the us government works.#revolutions and protests and community projects and other revolutionary activity i wont explicitly name here will change things. and we#should also be doing that. but we can't just sink into the idealism of those things and ignore the actions we can take around us in reality#and in our reality at this moment. truly. voting strategically to keep republicans out of office is critical.#do you know why the government has been particularly shit the past couple years? sure yeah biden is a shit president and that's part of it#but also. thinking back to 2017-2020. when trump appointed all those conservative right wing people#to positions that opened up. like the supreme court justices. and laws and things started to take a downturn?#whoa..... almost like.... we should prevent that from happening again..... like that was Bad or something......#im truly begging you to take a look at project 2025 and see if that's something you're willing to risk#'im still not voting for joe he supports genocide' cool i guess. hope you enjoy your moral superiority complex. let me know how you plan#to actually do anything about the genocide anyways.#politics
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Literally cant care about anything other than majima haruka bonding
#Yakuza loveblog#ohhh together ... this is less of a kiryu sickfic and more like harukas little city adventure#kiryu got sick because he was just not taking care of himself and keeled over like a victorian lady and haruka was like okay . im#cooking dinner tonight ojisan if i catch you out of bed i will be very angry with you !!!#sorry for using ojisan and uncle kaz interchangably theyre both just so fucking cute ... uncle kaz lets fuck hookers#haruka where is the methy . in my nose ojisan. uncle kaz get it twisted gamble you will win you understand you will break even#you wont lose. you wont go into debt. you will win. millions. get it twisted gamble and thats it.#majima ends up having to drive her home because he doesnt want her out on her own anymore .. which is funny because haruka yelled at him#because he joked about coming over to visit kiryu while hes sick and she was like NO !!! and he was like sheesh okay okay ...#and then shes like oh turn left here yeah this is where we're staying .. . you can come in if you want :) (she trusts him now)#i think harukas jacket also got ripped up and covered in blood so majima bought her that stylish puffer jacket she has in yk2#little girls WILL wear black singlets by the way just trust me on this kiryu also wore one when he was younger 'source?' just trust me#its like a staple of the wardrobe you need a black singlet and a jacket to wear over it plus its super cute and sensible#i like to make people straight up stab and hurt other people in front of haruka she doesnt care shes already desensitised#because she follows kiryu around every day and hes always caving skulls and making people spit out bloody teeth so seeing majima splatter#blood everywhere was nothing to her shes always getting splashed with blood every single day she doesnt mind#shes very brave to keep wearing white after that but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do#hmm wonder if i should have a proper writing tag so i can consolidate all this shit ...#well it would mostly be for keeping track of what ive already posted because i can never remember and i keep writing the same thing#over and over again ... i only have one brain you see ..#majima comes into kiryus house immediately makes a beeline for his bedroom and sees him all sweaty and feverish in bed too weak to move#and she starts panting like a dog and kiryu looks at her with fear in his eyes#guy whos about to get his shit rocked like crazy and knows it#sorry haruka look away !!! <- thats the header i have for this fic look away from the rest of the document !!!!
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gojo satoru x reader | oneshot smut [18+]
title. around the clock
Hooking up with your little brotherâs babysitter? That sounds more like a bad porno than a sensible decision.
á° pairing. babysitter/boxing au - underground boxer & babysitter!gojo x college student!reader (f)
á° summary. when underground boxer gojo satoru becomes a little strapped for cash, he gets a day job as a babysitter for a five-year-old kid named yuuji who most definitely has adhd (but thatâs besides the point). the kidâs mom gave gojo two rules, and two rules only: donât accidentally kill my son, and do not flirt with my daughter. heâs pretty sure heâs got a good hold on the former, but heâs got no self control over the latter.
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fem!reader, smut, casual sex, lil bit of fluff, lil bit of crack, slight age gap (readerâs 22 & gojoâs 27), cum play, creampie, unprotected sex, praise kink, slight degradation, gojo is a sleazebag that cares?, sort of porn-coded smut except thereâs a lil bit of lore so itâs kinda porn w plot, uhh having sex with risk of getting caught, gojo beats people up at night & then plays father figure to a 5 y/o during the day, mentions of violence/alcohol/drugs/blood/cigarettes
á° word count. 12.6k
a/n. hiiii friends jeez it feels like FOREVER since i've posted some good ol' smut (still has plot tho xd)...hopefully you enjoy n see ya at the bottom! lmk if i missed any warnings! if you asked to be tagged but didnât get tagged itâs bc you have your tags off aaa :( even when some ppl tried to fix it i still couldnât tag them iâm sorry!!
alsoooooo so very much love to @starmapz for beta reading this for me :â) really helped me w my posting nerves haha. she is also a wonderful jjk author pls go check out her works!! đ ART CREDITS: @/3-aem
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2:34 pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): heyy um iâm sorry if this comes off kinda rude i just am kinda bad with this but i was wondering if you could text my mom for questions about yuujiâs care instead of me?
2:46pm Gojo Satoru: Oh 2:46pm Gojo Satoru: Yeah, sure
2:34 pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): sorry i know my mom doesnât know much ab how to take care of him bc i was the one that took care of him for a while but i just really want to separate myself from that guardian role now that iâve transferred to NYU yknow? :/ i think itâs not my place anymore. i just wanna be big sis now haha
2:46pm Gojo Satoru: I get it. Sorry if I was making you uncomfortable with my texts
2:48pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): no no not uncomfy by it, thanks for looking after him. itâs just iâm kind of busy n stuff so it can be distractingÂ
2:49pm Gojo Satoru: Ok, got it
2:52pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): and it was kind of an issue with his last babysitter
2:53pm Gojo Satoru: Oh?
2:55pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeahhh like he would keep textinf me n stuff uhh kinda weird things⊠i told my mom about it and she was super pissed so she fired him
2:55pm Gojo Satoru: Weird things?
2:56pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeah he was always âaccidentally sexting meâ n like he sent me a dick pic once sooooo yeah
2:56pm Gojo Satoru: Who tf 2:56pm Gojo Satoru: Iâll go beat him up
2:57pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): oh no no its fine lol 2:57pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): please dont beat anyone up 2:58pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): iâm not saying youâre like him tho i just think maybe less texting unless its an emergency okay?
3:00pm Gojo Satoru: Are you sure because I will totally go beat him up for you
3:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): NO I DONT WANT YOU TO BEAT ANYONE UP FOR ME 3:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): also no offense but you dont look like you could beat someone up
3:01pm Gojo Satoru: WHAT 3:02pm Gojo Satoru: Tf you mean âno offenseâ thatâs literally the most offensive thing you could say to a guy
3:04pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeaa i mean you have muscles ofc but in the âohhh i wanna look good for instagramâ way and not like real man muscles yknow
3:06pm Gojo Satoru: Ok princess next time you visit home and go on one of your stupidly large grocery hauls Iâll make sure you carry all those groceries in by yourselfÂ
3:06pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): NO 3:07pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): I WAS JUST JOKING 3:07pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): YOURE SO STRONG TY FOR ALWAYS CARRYING THE GROCERIES INSIDE 3:08pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): PLEASE KEEP CARRYING MY GROCERIES INSIDE
3:09pm Gojo Satoru: Nah 3:09pm Gojo Satoru: Should we be texting right now? Iâm not sensing any emergencies here
3:11pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): pls. my groceries :(
3:16pm Gojo Satoru: Iâll let the kiddo know you say hi đđŒÂ
The irony of it all was that, if Gojo really wanted to, he absolutely could beat the shit out of someone. And he has, hundreds of times, pseudo professionally. Although that isnât something heâd admit to you, out of fear that you might relay that info back to your mom who would then become mortified that sheâs entrusted her five-year-old sonâs life to the hands of an underground boxer.Â
But he needed the money. A night-time job didnât really make daytime money, not when they could easily replace him with the next dude the second he gets knocked out of the ring more than twice, let alone if he let it happen once. And although he sometimes made large sums, it wasnât stable income. He needed a back-up plan, and so babysitting it was.Â
The babysitter working nights at unsanctioned dojos and gyms located in the back of cartel blocks, knocking teeth out of men twice his size, would put any decent mother into a coma or induce some episode of syncope, hence why it wasnât something he put on his resume before he got hired. Not that he even needed to provide a resume; your mom seemed desperate to cover the position as fast as possible, that promotion at work was moving faster than she wanted to, and Gojoâs beneficial attribute that he possessed as a candidate to look after her son, compared to all the other potential hires, was that he had a penis.
He likes the kid. Yuuji. Heâs got kind of a short attention span, and makes Gojo weary of his age. Hold up, that makes him sound like heâs geriatric, heâs really only the ripe old age of twenty-seven, but the immortality and infinite stamina that a five-year-old boy has on him is enough to have him huffing and puffing at the end of every single evening shift he takes on with the rascal.Â
Fighting is all sprint, and no stamina. Sure, there might be some more seasoned boxers that might disagree with him, but for someone as young as him in the field, itâs the tactic heâs been forced to gain. If he draws a fight on for too long, he'll get killed by a forty-two year old man with steroids clogging up his adipose tissue and enough testosterone to grow a full-body beard by the time the sun starts to set. No, his strategy is to knock them out within the first fifteen seconds. Use their weight against them, and whatnot. A tactic heâs found has worked, since heâs been undefeated thus far.Â
He can never wrap his head around it. The drug lords that run the rings whoâve gained millions the night before from selling crystal meth only to lose it all the night following in the second Gojo hooklines a solid punch to their betting boxerâs chin, making them see God & their Momma before they tap out (if theyâre even able).
He doesnât pocket much money from it, not anything compared to what the men who bet on him end up making at least, but itâs a decently solid sum. How lucrative it really is depends solely on what he thinks the value of his life is.
Itâs not unheard of, boxers dying in the ring. Turns out, rich drug dealers care very little about the sheep theyâve captured to perform their entertaining little stunts. But Gojo wasnât doing all of this to feel some sense of work-life pride, no, it was just sustenance. When basic needs are not met, humans resort to the most animalistic of all behaviors, and while heâs not proud of what he does, he canât deny the fact that itâs turned him into an adrenaline junkie that gets a rush in his veins every time he knocks a jaw loose.
But balance was key. And hence why heâs a boxer by night, babysitter by day. For at least four days a week, he gets to pretend heâs the kingâs most trusted appointed knight, or heâs the radioactive tyrannosaurus rex that wants to tyrannize all the other dinosaurs, or maybe heâs the evil power ranger (he always forgets which color that one was) that is determined to make the world a living hell by smashing mr. potatohead against the bunk bed post a billion times for all the other toys to see. Or whatever other imaginative hyperfixations Yuuji imposes on him in the later afternoon once heâs had his bowl of spaghetti-Oâs and is ready to play. Lately, the kidâs been really into space. Theyâve got all sorts of space toys these days. Back in Gojoâs day, he just had a good olâ Buzz Lightyear.
âOne rule, thatâs it: donât accidentally kill my son. Actually, one more rule. Donât flirt with my daughter.âÂ
Thereâs a part of Gojo that believes your mom kind of knows heâs up to shady shit at night, otherwise why else would she clause for him to not flirt with you if she didnât read the slight swell to his eye and the healing gash across his cheek as anything other than this boy is trouble and I want him nowhere near my too-good-for-him daughter of reproductive capacity since thatâs the exact tale of how I became a single mother in the first place. Or maybe he inherently looks like heâs up to no good? Heâs not sure which angle is more offensive, and which one was more flattering. Well in any case, she entrusted Yuujiâs life to him, despite acknowledging the plausibility of harm, and that means she overall thinks positively of him, right? âŠâŠright?
The first night he met you, it was awkward to say the least. Gojo spends most of his nights performing deadly stunts for middle aged men with potbellies, and most of his days hanging out with a five-year-old (one who heâd argue is his only friend at this point). Sure, heâs got some people he sees occasionally back in his high school hometown when he can brave hearing about how everyoneâs in college now or doing a masters or theyâre working respectable nine-to-five day jobs meanwhile he has to lie to his Pops that heâs been working in insurance for the past two years. Listen, in fairness, he probably makes the same amount of money as an insurance broker would anyways, but he canât exactly own up to the identity of his craft.Â
Anyways, the point is, heâs not used to seeing other people his age anymore. Thereâs the occasional hook-up with girls he hasnât seen since Mrs. Tracyâs homeroom period back in sweet two-thousand-sixteen, or his twice-a-year hangout with Suguru where he only learns the day of where he's visiting from since the guy moves around more than Gojo can keep up with. But save for that, he mostly just sees your mom and then Yuuji.Â
So seeing you standing in the kitchen for the first time when he went to put Yuujiâs half-finished GoGurt back in the fridge was startling to say the least. When the sight of a woman startled him, he knew he needed to start getting out again.
You were on your tiptoes, reaching up to grab at something over the fridge, and wearing these ridiculously short shorts to where he could see the curve of your ass, his line of sight trailing down the skin of your bare legs. He couldnât see anything of your form above your shorts, given you were wearing an extremely baggy t-shirt with NYU on it in big bolded university letters. As far as he knew, you were a senior at NYU, studying psychology, made deanâs list consecutively for the past three years given the way your mother posted all your stellar transcripts up on the fridge (he gets that sheâs proud of her daughter, but doesnât that kind of stuff usually end in grade school?) But other than that, it was all the information he had on you.
âHere,â he said, pressing his front to your back, maybe just to get a feel, as he reached over to you to finally grab the box of cereal you were swatting for, the one that he purposefully placed at the back because Yuuji learned how to climb counters recently. âIs this what you want?â
He had heard you gasp, spinning around on your heel fast, staring up at him with wide eyes like you werenât expecting some random man to be in the house right now, and your first instinct ended up being to grab the knife out of the kitchen knife block and lunge it straight at his torso.
If it wasnât for his boxer reflexes, heâd have ended up at the ER that evening. Or dead. All depending on the strength you could pack into a stab. But instead, he deflected it, though not without a gash to his torso through the fabric of his shirt, one that you spent the rest of the evening profusely apologizing for and eventually mending to with cotton balls and neosporin.Â
âI didnât know you were my little brotherâs babysitter,â you mumbled with a small wince on your face as you dabbed ointment on the wound while he pulled the hem of his shirt up to his shoulder. Heâs never had an injury tended to before. It was nice.
âItâs fine, I get it, totally acceptable response to seeing a random dude in your house.â
He remembers the curl of your eyelashes while you stared down at his bare upper half, something he imprinted on his memory rather than the concern in your face as your fingertips traced the scars across his chest. He hoped they made you feel better about the one you just slashed into him, because after all, what was one more?Â
He knows he shouldnât have, but he kissed you that night. Two minutes before your mom came home, and right after you bid him goodnight with one more apology, he backed you up against the door of your bedroom, his hands on your hips pulling you towards him, and his lips pressed against yours. Something seamless, from candid conversation that was heading towards an end, to full fledged making out against white-painted wood, his teeth nipping at your lip and he wondered just how touch-starved those university boys were leaving you given the desperate way youâd clinged to his shirt for dear life as he deepened the kiss.
The moment only lasted one minute and fifty-seven seconds, and in the remaining three, your motherâs key pushed into the front door and he had to pull away. Always, on the dot, 10PM, she was home. It was how he knew he had two minutes left to make a move in the first place.
So much for no flirting.
6:57pm Gojo Satoru: Bahahah I accidentally forgot where yuujiâs epipen is 6:58pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo] 6:59pm Gojo Satoru: Turns out this can-o-soup was just covering it in the cabinet
7:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): ??? why did you need to find his epipen
7:08pm Gojo Satoru: Oh he accidentally took a bite of my pad thai 7:09pm Gojo Satoru: I freaked cuz I thought it had peanuts in it but I remember I asked for it without any 7:09pm Gojo Satoru: shitâs crazy
7:10pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TEXT ME????????
7:12pm Gojo Satoru: YOU SAID YOU DIDNT WANT ME TEXTING YOU UNLESS IT WAS AN EMERGENCY ?
7:13pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): SATORU YOU THOGHT HE ATE SOMETHING W PEANUTS IN IT AND YOU FORGOT WHERE HIS EPIPEN WAS THATSS A FUCKIGN EMERGENCY
7:15pm Gojo Satoru: THE KID IS DOING FINE HES ALIVE JESUS LEAVE ME ALONE 7:16pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo] 7:16pm Gojo Satoru: See. heâs chill 7:17pm Gojo Satoru: with intact airways might I add 7:18pm Gojo Satoru: Also isnât he a little too old to still be watching baby sensory videos?
7:20pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeah my mom thinks he has adhd :(
7:22pm Gojo Satoru: oh
He tried to keep his word though (although he doesnât recall ever giving it) out of the respect he had for your mom. She was a hard-working lady, single mom of two who went from working three jobs to now being a major administrator at a big law firm near the outskirts of town. It was an underdog story if heâd ever heard one, and he loved an underdog story.Â
But a little texting here and there wouldnât hurt, right? Or so he thought, until you told him to cut it out with the contact. Maybe you were just trying to be the good one in this situation. After all, hooking up with your little brotherâs babysitter? That sounds more like a bad porno than a sensible decision. Still, heâll eventually get your replies to his which shirt should Yuuji wear to the park? and look, the toothfairy gave him the butt of a joint and a couple thumbtacks for his front tooth. heâs ecstatic texts, although in a less timely manner than before when you werenât trying to preserve propriety. And when youâd occasionally visit every other weekend, heâd do his best to keep his hands in his pockets, and youâd fill up your nights with hangouts with your hometown friends to avoid spending too much time with him at the house. A silent agreement to not fuck each other, it was.Â
4:55pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): send pic of yuuji pls i miss him :(
5:04pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo]
5:08pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): IS THAT BLOOD?!?!?!?!
5:09pm Gojo Satoru: chillllllll itâs fake. Weâre working on his halloween costume
5:09pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): WHY DOES IT HAVE BLOOD?!?!?!?!?!?
5:10pm Gojo Satoru: He wants to be a baby xenomorph and I'm his parasitic host. You know that iconic chestburster scene from the old school alien movies? yeah
5:12pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): satoru please for the love of god just dress him up as a dinosaur or something
5:13pm Gojo Satoru: Iâm not the one that came up with the idea, okay? It was him
5:14pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): because you let him watch adult swim with you before putting him to bed. youâve deranged his brain.
5:14pm Gojo Satoru: He needs it. Builds character.
Gojo was living a double life, and if someone asked him, heâd say it was less of a Clark Kent way and more of a Bruce Wayne way, although in reality, he knows itâs close to neither. Heâs no superhero with a concealed identity fighting crime, heâs a con artist thatâs tricked a hard-working woman into hiring him just because heâs trying to save up enough money to get the fuck out of this godforsaken town, given heâs not knocked dead before then for the crimeâs amusement.
But Yuuji looks up to him now. And Gojoâs grown attached to him too. He taught the kid how to tie his own shoes and piss inside the actual toilet like a real man. And that kidâs the only thing thatâs made him question any of this. Maybe thatâs what dads feel, suddenly held to all this impossible responsibility and the pressure to stop doing stupid shit so that youâll stick around to see your kids get older. The thought that there are eyes on you now, eyes that are innocent and hopeful and learning, and because they know nothing at all, you feel the responsibility to protect them from everything. For fucks sake, remind him to never become a dad.Â
âDo you like my sister?â Yuuji had asked him out of nowhere one afternoon after he just got home from preschool, stacking a blue cube over a yellow one at the dining table.
âUhh,â Gojo starts. He wondered if your mom had put a wire on the kid, so his answer was as diplomatic as he could manage. âYeah, sheâs cool. Youâve got a cool sister.â
âBut. But.â Yuuji stutters, trying to find his big boy words. He stretches up higher to reach the top of his stack of blocks, but he only has so much arm real estate at the age of five. âDo you like her like you wanna kiss her?â
Gojo grabs the block from the kidâs hand, for a moment questioning Yuujiâs decision to want to put a blue block over another blue block, but he figures aesthetics are the least of a kidâs concern, and so he places the block where Yuuji wanted it.Â
Why does the kid know what kissing is anyway? Do kids know that kind of stuff at that age? Isnât a kiss to a five-year-old just something their mom gives to them before they head off to preschool for the day? And not something that happens between adult men and women? Maybe he should stop watching that adult swim in front of him.
âNo. I donât want to kiss your sister,â he says, again, because he is suspicious of a wire. It was a lie and then some, because he wants to do a lot more than just kiss you.
Gojo lifts the RedBull he was nursing up to his lips and watches Yuuji in the corner of his eye as the kid stares at his growing stack of blocks with a concentrated expression on his face, his chubby fingers squeezing tightly into little round dimpled balls, like heâs putting together all his tiny brain cells together to form another coherent thought before turning to face Gojo on the chair.
âItâs ok. You can kiss her if you wanâed to. You can marry her too,â Yuuji says.
Gojo almost spits out his RedBull. He barely manages to swallow it, a broken cough immediately leaving his throat when some of the liquid goes down the wrong pipe and heâs smacking a fist against his chest to knock the sanity back into himself.
âWhere the fuââŠwhere the flip did that come from?â he asks, blinking back tears from the rasp in his throat.
Yuujiâs small shoulders sulk as he sits back on his heels. âI want a papa.â
Oh fuck that hurt. Jesus christ, there was nothing more sad than that. Yuuji has literally never known what itâs like to have a dad, since his had left before he was even born. Gojoâs not really close to his old man by any means, but he had still been a fatherly figure in some pivotal moments when he had needed it growing up. Kids need their dads. And heâs seen enough people lose their way without one to know that the value of them is really underestimated.
Heâs also kind of shocked that Yuuji really did think of you as his motherly figure. Maybe since it had always just been him and his dad, Gojo learned how to self sustain from a young age, and he and his dad became accustomed to just looking after their own interests to avoid the headache of tending to one another. My land is my land, and your land is yours, and there was the occasional Saturday night spent together with his dadâs millions of beer bottles emptied dry on the carpet in front of the 1992 box TV as the two shared a greasy pizza from the place down the street. That was the extent of family solidarity that he knew.
But he canât imagine being barely eighteen and having to take care of your little brother all by yourself because your mom was too busy trying to put food on the table and was too poor to hire a babysitter. Your mom tried so damn hard to keep you away from the single teenage mother life, but somehow ended up giving it to you by proxy in the end anyway. It was no wonder you wanted space now that Yuujiâs a little older and your mom can afford a babysitter. No matter how much you might love your sibling, being their effective guardian out of pure necessity had to have taken a toll.
Gojo clears his throat before he speaks. âBuddy. If I married your sister, weâd be brothers. I wouldnât be your dad.âÂ
Yuujiâs eyes light up at the word brother. âBrothers? Me and you?â
âYeah. Bros.â
The kid giggles, all bubbly with cheeks rounding fully and eyes sparkling. Gojo reaches out to ruffle at his hair before Yuuji gets down onto one stubby leg at a time from the chair then bolts towards the kitchen.
âJuice!!â he yells somewhere around the corner out of sight.
Gojo sighs, staring at all the toys he pulled out for Yuuji to play with, all left in a scattered mess across the table. He gets up out of his chair and heads towards the fridge. âYeah, yeah. Iâll get you your juice, you little demon.â
The conclusion he comes to, and it might read like an obvious one, is that kids donât really know the reality of life, hence why adults hide so much from them.Â
This is what he thinks of tonight when he wraps his worn out boxing tape around his hands and his wrist, tightening it with his teeth, and he can smell the sweat and grime from them. The back of the underground gym had an old dated locker room, and as Gojo stretches his neck side to side while sitting on the stiff metal bench, he eyes the peeling red paint of the locker in front of him, blurring vision making it look like spilt blood.Â
His phone pings with a text. He shuffles inside his duffle bag to look for it while his other hand scratches at his bare chest.
1:07am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): hhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 1:07am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): omgomgomg sor y iâmÂ
He blinks at the screen, confusion flashing across his face. He types one letter, but then he sees three dots and a speech text bubble in the bottom left, so he waits for you.
1:09am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): i drunk :(
The corner of his mouth ticks up slightly.Â
1:09am Gojo Satoru: Yeah I can tell
1:10am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): at a apartyyyy
His eyebrows raise slightly, the thought of you tipsy on some frat party couch flashing through his mind, yet of all things you could be doing at that frat party, youâre texting him? Must be a really boring party.
1:11am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): whyyy are you aawake?
1:12am Gojo Satoru: Couldnât sleep 1:12am Gojo Satoru: Donât you have a midterm in the morning?
1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): wtf hwo do you knwo that
1:15am Gojo Satoru: Your mom keeps your schedule posted on the fridge
1:15am yuujiâs sister (no flirting): im so fucked;â;(((
He snorts. Heâs got a bit more life experience than you, five-ish years to be exact, more than enough time to master the no-hangover hangout, but just before he can offer you some advice, he sees another text from you.Â
1:16am yuujiâs sister (no flirting): can i tell u smethingÂ
His gaze flits up to the ceiling briefly, and he hears commotion outside the thick walls of the locker room. The previous fight was over, and fast. The guy mustâve been knocked out in under twenty seconds tops, which means that Gojo was next up against whatever superbeast just beat him up.Â
1:17am Gojo Satoru: Sure
He stands up, placing his phone down on the bench before he flexes the muscles in his arms a couple times to get the blood flowing into them. And thereâs the noise of another ping. Actually, four.
1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): sonetimes 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): i thikn of 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): when u kisse me 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): *kissed me
His eyes widen slightly, irises dry to the ashy cigarette smoke from outside lingering in the air, and his heart rate picks up a bit. An adrenaline junkie with close to no fear in his veins due to the way his amygdalaâs been fried to a crisp from years of boxing, yet heâs got his breath hitched from the memory of your soft lips against his. It makes the blood rushing through the muscles of his arms rush somewhere down south instead.
Loud banging on the door of the locker room jolts him out of his trance, and heâs stiff around the edges once more.
âSatoru! Youâre up, man,â he hears Danny, the fight coordinator, yell at him from the other side of the heavy & poorly-installed steel door.
Gojo sighs, glancing down at the texts on his phone. To respond, or not to respond. Youâre off your face, clearly chatty from the alcohol, and he knows for certain youâll regret every life decision youâve ever made once you wake up in the morning and see the self sabotaging behaviors youâve engaged in tonight. He knows that responding to you might put you at ease rather than straight up ignoring you, but the feeling will pass, and he has a match to win with no more room left to stall.
He makes his way out the locker room, pushing past the crowded halls of people underneath dim flashing club lighting, some dudes angrily jerking to face him when he pushes past them with a stiff shoulder, only for their eyes to widen when they see just exactly who pushed them.Â
Thereâs strippers in the ring, doing some routine for pre-match, and Gojo narrows his eyes at the man he sees laying back over the rubber boundary rope, head tipped back up to the ceiling with a wicked grin on his face. So that was his opponent? Heâs never seen the guy before. Was he from a different district? Different district talent was tough, you had no background info on them, while theyâve been preparing to be here for weeks. Hence why boxers tend to do better when they visit a different district than they do in their own. There have been rules made to limit these types of fights, mostly over outrage that it was unfair to bid on them, but they were also usually more entertaining to watch. Gojoâs got a sick feeling to his stomach as the strippers clear the ring.
âHey,â Gojo calls out, grabbing Danny by the back of his collar and dragging him towards him and away from the girls stepping down onto the floor, âwhatâs in for this fight?â
Danny glances up at the ceiling. âTarpâs bettinâ tonight, so it canât be anything less than ten grand for you. Iâd say tops fifteen?â
Gojo narrows his eyes further, then glances off into the ring again. The man stands up, and Gojo gets a better look on his face. Heâs got short hair, neon green in color with a dark fade underneath and tattoos all over his face. But those eyes. They were freakishingly red, and it made him uneasy. He knows the type. The type of boxers that do this to genuinely hurt people for thrill. Make no mistake, Gojo understands heâs made himself out to be like that too, gaining some kind of rush out of this profession, but this type of fighter was different. The type to literally continue smashing a dudeâs face into the floor until theyâre a bloody mess even minutes after the winning call, and no referee to stop it because thatâs the kind of action the spectators wanted.
Danny reads his line of sight. âThatâs Gale. Newtonâs new boxing toy. Came outta nowhere about a month ago. Heâs undefeated so far in his district, and Newton specifically wanted to see you up against him tonight,â Danny tells Gojo, resting his elbow up on his bare shoulder. âChances are heâll compete with Tarp for final bid if you win this one. Iâm talking twenty-five grand in the next if you can knock him out in this.â
âUh-huh,â Gojo acknowledges, rolling his shoulder so Dannyâs elbow falls from it. Forget the money, he just wants to make it out of this alive.
He sets his foot up on the square, ducking through the dividing boundary straps and the tacky caution construction tape that the gym thinks creates an exciting ambience. He hears the static of the speakers as the announcers call out Gojoâs name, then this other guy, loud bass club music booming through Gojoâs chest as he tries to take a few deep breaths through the thick air of this low-ceiling arena.Â
The dim overhead lights flickered, casting shadows over the makeshift ring, and the crowd pressed tight around at every perimeter area, yelling and pushing, one even tosses a beer bottle on the square and it shatters, spreading glass all across, a few shards reaching Gojoâs feet and he looks down at them with a shudder. A fight immediately breaks out in the crowd over something related or possibly entirely unrelated, and heâd have no way of knowing as he swipes the shards away with his heel.
The influential men always sat up on higher seating, off towards the back in their own VIP section where they suck in the smoke of fat cigarettes and peer through 100% tinted sunglasses to assess the boxers theyâve bid thousands on. The light reflects off the golden grills of their teeth with every snarl at any passerby that gets too close, like a lion in its den. Thatâs what the sanction was called. Lionâs den.
Gojo sighed, eyeing the twisted grin of this Gale guy across from him. Was that his real name? Usually, foreign district guys get nicknames. Gojoâs always thought the nicknames were tacky, and heâs accumulated some of his own over the years, but to his ears, none of them ever really landed, although The White Fox admittedly was kinda nice. Reminded him of throwback shooting games.Â
He sucked a breath in through his teeth, holding his hands up in front of his chest in weak fists, storing energy in them in the form of pure anticipation alone, and then the bell rang.
His opponent lunged towards him immediately, fists flying in a barrage of reckless strikes, and Gojoâs eyes momentarily widened in the briefest moments of hesitation he had been allowed before ducking and dodging every one of this guy's shots, then jumping a step back to create distance.
Fuck. He was fast. Not just boxer fast, athlete fast. There was a difference. And it wasnât a good one to be up against.
Gojo picked up light on his feet. He couldnât win this one fast, that much was certain. One single careless or reckless move, and heâll get tackled. He knows that by the malicious look he sees on that guyâs face, grin wide like heâs some cannibalistic beast.Â
Stepping back towards the center, Gojo purposefully set himself up for Gale to swipe a vicious hook towards his head, before Gojo last minute ducked down, crouched to the floor, and swung his leg out to knock the guy off balance by his ankles, and he falls onto his back with a loud thud!
Thereâs a moment of momentary silence from the crowd, right before Gojo put the man in a torso-lock, twisting him in a way a human body should absolutely not be twisted, hearing the grunts of pain and the crack of spine even through the shouts of the crowd.
He can hear it. Kill him! Knock his fucking teeth out! Snap his neck like a goose, man! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM!
He feels like throwing up.Â
Gojo looks up at the referee, who wasnât really a referee, just there to run the clock when there was action and only barely stop it before near death. âThis is enough, right?â he asks.
The referee nods. â1-0, next round.â
Gojo lets go of his opponent, leaving him there to heave for a moment before he gets up onto his feet again. Just needs one more, and heâs a winner. Ten grand in his pocket, and he wonât have to come back here for a couple weeks.
Gale gets up, swiping at the spit that had trickled out the corner of his mouth down to his chin, and he had an enraged look on his face. The second the bell rang for the second round, he exploded forward towards Gojo with even more fervor than before, gritted expression with a thirst for violence fueling the storm of punches he was throwing towards Gojo but he tried to remain calm, light on his feet, swiftly duck and avoid before he can find another opportunity to clear a sharp, clean jab right to the ribsâ
sometimes, i think of when you kissed me
Gojo misses his strike, leaving his guard wide open, and Gale takes the opportunity to land a solid punch straight to his jaw, sending his mouth guard flying straight out of his mouth into the air, and knocking him backwards onto the ground with a thud and then he finds himself staring up at the rusting metal ceiling and a ringing in his ears that almost matches the roar of the crowd.
His head is in a haze, dizzy like where one second could feel like a millennia. He feels a soreness underneath his chin, a pain that radiates to his mouth, and he briefly swipes his tongue over his front teeth to make sure he still has all of them.Â
What the fuck was that? That intrusive thought. Thereâs no intrusive thoughts allowed in life or death situations, not when he was always just one smash to the head away from a permanent concussion. But, fuck, he canât help it. Canât help thinking of you. Even when his vision has gone blurry and he should really be weary about what happens next in this ring, his mindâs just thinking about you, at some frat party, tipping back shots of tequila and waiting for a text-back in response to your tipsy ones. Were you even waiting up on him? Have you already passed out on the couch, or were your friends dragging you back to your dorm? Or are you fucking some other dude right now? Has he got his hand up your top, squeezing at you, sleazily feeling you up before spilling beer all down your shirt, and are you kissing him back with the same enthusiasm, your phone now somewhere long slipped between the cushions of the couch and out of sight?
Even though itâs still sore, he tenses his jaw. Grinds his teeth, even. Tasting blood somewhere along the line of his gums, he realizes his lip is split. He licks at it, the flavor of copper more rich on his tongue, and he clenches his fists tightly. Whyâs he thinking of that right now? It just pisses him off, the thought of you with some other dude. Maybe thatâs what he needs to win this fight. Spite. Although heâs not sure why the guy across from him at the ring has to pay for it.
He lifts his head up off the ground, and while it felt like years he had been down, a glance at the timer tells him itâs only been a solid four seconds. A solid four seconds that his opponent had to fully charge a lunge towards him with the look of death in his face, raising his elbow up into the air in time with his leap, ready to come straight down, and Gojoâs eyes widen at the sight above him from where heâs still lying on the wood.
âShitââ he cusses, rolling his body over to the side so that the dude falls straight down onto the floor rather than elbow Gojo in the fucking ribs, and then he gets back up on his feet.Â
Stakes were high, he has to end this, he has to end this now, and he flexes the muscle in his right bicep, channeling everything he has into this one blow, and before Gale even really has a chance to turn around and face him again, Gojoâs already three-fourths set up a knockout undercut that he drives straight up the guyâs chin, with so much force it has him lifting up off the floor, a vertebrate stretch to his spine before heâs sent flying backwards and slammed against the tight rubber lining of the ring to where he was half hanging over it.
The room fell silent for a split second, then erupted in a roar as the referee fell to one knee beside Gale, checking him for any semblance of consciousness, and when he found none, he waves the match off.Â
Gojoâs eyes flit up towards the lionâs den, the only opinions that he really needed to care about were sitting in those mahogany chairs with glasses of scotch swirling around in their hands, and he sees some of them looking straight at Gojo before leaning towards one another and discretely talking about something he canât make out because he doesnât know how to read lips.
He feels someone tug at his arms from behind, pulling him to crouch down and he balances back on the balls of his feet. He glances down through the ring at the floor. Danny was leaning against the wooden surface of it. âDude. Go.â He jerks his head towards Gale, who still laid there sprawled across the now stretched out rubber perimeter bands. âGo fuck him up. Knock a few more teeth out, I donât know, get some more blood out of him.â
âWhat?â Gojo huffs, yanking his arm away from Dannyâs grip. âThe fuck are you saying?â
âI told you, man, Newtonâs here and heâs got his eye on you. Go give him a show,â Danny says, âdo it.â And when he sees clear frustration on Gojoâs face he sighs. âTwenty-five grand, consider that, will you?â
Gojo sneers at the man, an awful taste in his mouth as he spits blood towards Dannyâs feet. âGo fuck yourself on his cock if he wants a show that bad.â And then he ducks underneath the bands and hops back down onto the floor, pushing past people who were trying to grab at him and pull at him and lift him up and even throw him down until he made it through flashing hallways and back to the locker room.
He shuts the door behind him, sliding the bolt lock into the frame so no one can follow him inside, and then he leans his weight back against the chilling steel before tipping his head back until it hits the surface too.
He lets out of a few deep breaths, then stares down at the sting he finds over his knuckles. Red and blistering from the last punch he delivered, and heâs almost certain he broke a bone in his hand. Fuck. It was bleeding across the cuts, too. He had to figure out a way to get it all healed by tomorrow, as if that was humanly possible, just because he doesnât want Yuuji questioning him about it.
Yuuji. For fucks sake, when has he ever thought about the kid this much? When has he ever thought about much of anything when heâs out here or in the ring? Heâs a babysitter by day. Heâs a âpartâ of your family when the sun is up and normal functioning society is breathing their lives into the clean air. Thatâs it. Heâs no five-year-oldâs caretaker in front of all these primetime drug lords, and he certainly shouldnât be thinking of you when facing big, burly men heâs aiming to rough up, all within the dead hours of night. So then how come these thoughts are on his mind at all times, twenty-four-seven, around the clock?
He heads further into the locker room, glancing down at the bench where heâd left his phone, then picks it up, neck craned all the way down to glance at the screen as he holds his phone by his hip because he doesnât have any energy to pick it up any further towards his eyesight.Â
He sees your messages. You never sent any follow-up ones, just your horrendously typed out sonetimes, i thikn of when u kisse me *kissed me across the span of four texts, and Gojo runs a tired hand down his face.
He tips his head back to groan at the ceiling, guttural with no basis other than a release of all the pent up frustration of every sort, then he types in a couple messages to you,
3:23am Gojo Satoru: Thatâs nice 3:24am Gojo Satoru: I think about fucking you all the timeÂ
âand then tosses his phone into his duffel bag to call it a night.
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Youâre awoken to your alarm blaring heavily, and you whack your arm across your nightstand table beside your tiny twin-size bed to hit the snooze button, then rub your eye with a loose fist while smacking at the residual taste of alcohol you have on your tongue.Â
âMmâŠâ you mumble to yourself. And then the thirst hits you. The overwhelming, intense, unquenchable thirst that leaves your mouth feeling like the Sahara desert before you grab your twice-dented Hydroflask from the nightstand, twist the cap off and chug about twenty ounces of water in one breath.Â
You let out a deep exhale and fall back into bed, your hand resting on top of your water-filled tummy, and you stare up at the ceiling of your dorm.Â
Last night was horrible. You knew you shouldnât have gone to that frat party, especially given you have an exam inâyou checked the time on your phoneâabout an hour, and an hour was not enough time to recover from the raging hangover headache thatâs pounding through your head. But your roommates insisted you went, and so go you did. You never knew what to expect, always torn between shaving your pussy before you go or throwing on a stained pair of sweatpants to keep the guys away instead. Sometimes, it was a combination of both. But last night, you ended up drinking more than you usually do, and that always led to poor, poor, poor decisions, in which all the sense of pride you had in yourself was washed down with the puke that you hurled into the upstairs toilet.Â
You grab at your phone again, briefly seeing that your friends had sent you some photos from the night. You immediately swiped off to the side to dismiss the notifications, because as far as you were concerned, you never wanted to see those photos in your life.
And then, in the briefest of moments, you saw a familiar name in your notifications that made you heart skip a beat.
Gojo Satoru (yuujiâs babysitter)
With an immediate gasp, you pulled your phone to your chest and held it there, blinking up at the pale yellow ceiling, your heart picking up in rhythm.
Oh fuck.
That was right.
You drunk texted him last night.
You drunk texted your little brotherâs hot babysitter.
Fuck.
Mortified was an understatement, possibly because you donât even remember what you said, and so you donât even want to see what he replied with.
You groan, rubbing both your hands across your face then kick your sheets back with your feet like a child having a temper tantrum because you were so embarrassed you had even texted him at all last night. I mean, he was hot. A little older than you, really gorgeous eyes, tall, and, yeah, you gave him shit for the Instagram muscles thing, but thatâs only because you thought heâd find it cheeky that you were trying to humble him despite the fact that heâs more toned and ruggedly sculpted than any other man youâve ever met. You didnât want to have a flustered schoolgirl attitude because it would just seep through to his ego.
In any case, he was hot, there was no denying it, so can you really blame yourself? But still. There was collateral with this. You had to see him every other weekend. He knows your family, even your extended since they invited him to Thanksgiving dinner a couple weeks ago. A high-risque drunk text recipient if he ever was one (of course he has been, look at that face). Why couldnât you have just drunk texted ECON160 guy from last semester who Clit DJâd you underneath your desk at the back of the lecture hall instead?
The thing that made you nervous about Gojo Satoru was that he was just soâŠconfident? Like, in that I was raised to be this way confident and not that I fought inner demons my whole life to barely end up this way confident, yâknow? Never had to fake it âtil he made it, he just was. At least that was the kind of energy you got from him, and unfortunately for you, it was nerve wracking but enticing all at the same time.
You sigh. âStupid. Stupid. Stuuuuuupiiiiidddddddddddd. You. Are. So. Stuuuuuupiiiiddddddd,â you sigh, running your hands through your hair to grip at the strands.
You pull your phone away from your chest, and finally brave yourself to read the texts from your notifications screen, but not without blurring your vision a little to further stall. And then you finally refocus it to read them. The first one you see has you gaspingâ
3:24am Gojo Satoru (yuujiâs babysitter): I think about fucking you all the timeÂ
It has heat spreading across your cheeks, and you blink at your screen, then quickly swipe up to read the previous messages with rushed glides of your index finger on the screen to see that he had sent it to you in response to your barely coherent texts about how you still so often think about that time he randomly pressed you up against the door of your bedroom to kiss you that night you first met him.
I think about fucking you all the time
At 3 in the morning? He decided to send that text at 3 in the fucking morning? That was the devilâs hour. Whatâs he trying to tell you?Â
Oh come on, youâre not stupid. And you know he isnât either. The sexual tension was palpable, it was there since the day you two met and you almost stabbed him, and also everytime you were visiting the house, and his shoulder brushes against yours when heâs trying to get past you in the kitchen, or when youâve got Yuuji in your arms and the kid is clinging to Gojoâs sleeve because he wants him near him at all times. Thereâs even sexual tension over the phone, in those stupid texts he sends you all the time about meaningless child care stuff, and honestly, those little updates made your day.
But⊠you donât know much about him, and your mom would kill you if she ever found out you wanted him. And sheâd probably pulverize him if she found out he ever made a move on you. Cremated without leaving a trace behind would be an understatement. She thinks heâs no good and she thinks youâre too good. You know sheâs warned him before to not get close to you, as if she was pre-emptively expecting him to try to get in your pants like it was some canon force of the universe, hence why heâs probably so fucking awkward around you whenever sheâs there too. Like if he accidentally got caught staring at your ankles, your mom would light him on fire, so heâd rather not risk it by just avoiding looking at you at all.
Your mom has always been protective of you. Your father was a deadbeat, one she thought she loved, only to watch him leave. And she had to raise a baby all by herself. He re-entered your lives right before you graduated high school, knocked up your mom again with Yuuji, and guess what? Left again without a trace. To be doubly humiliated by a man is a fate you wouldnât wish on any woman, but thatâs exactly what your mom went through. It was a wake-up call for her, though. No more living paycheck to paycheck like you had been your whole lives up until Yuuji was born. The kid doesnât even know how lucky he is with everything he has right now. Your mom worked her way up the corporate ladder and made something of herself and now you guys were comfortable, so it was safe to say she had some sort of right to look after her daughter, of whom she simply doesnât want to follow in the same naive footsteps of her youth.
You get it. She wants to break the generational cycle. But it made being with men tough on all fronts, let alone dating. You could never bring a guy home because heâd never be enough, even if he cured cancer or could make you orgasm while doing a sixty-nine handstand. And while her overbearing paranoia over what you do or where you are or who youâre with has since dimmed slightly since you officially moved out to finish your last year of higher education at NYU, you can still feel her disappointment from a hundred miles away when youâre making out with some random frat guy on his beer-stained couch at eleven AM on a Tuesday.
But you got to college. Youâve already made it this far. Youâre on deanâs list. You graduated high school as salutatorian. Youâre the most highly decorated cello player in the state. You won Miss County pageant when you were sixteen for your philanthropic efforts towards feline leukemia. You did online community college for three years so you could stick back after high school and help your mom raise Yuuji, which meant that you had to forfeit your scholarship to Cornell. Youâve spent your whole life being good, you just wanna be bad for a little bit.
And if bad meant fucking the hot and mysterious babysitter, then so be it.Â
You pick your phone up, begin blasting what the hell by Avril Lavigne on your dorm room bluetooth speaker, then type a message to him that saysâ
10:34am you: do it then
âthen shove your phone under the sheets and belt out the lyrics aaaall my life iâve been good, but now, ahhhh iâm thinkinâ what the hell!!! while kicking your feet and clutching your pillow.
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Gojo has no clue what divine entity has overcast their gratuitous spirit over him on this blessed Monday afternoon, but heâll thank them for it later once his balls are empty.Â
Heâs got you on your back, sprawled across the couch in the living room, the first fuck being a rushed one that you offered him with before he has to go pick Yuuji up from circle time at preschool, which wasnât ideal, but heâs delirious at the sight of you underneath him right now. Your little NYU shirt, a tighter one this time, bunched up over your bare breasts, otherwise entirely naked other than the flimsy panties dangling at your ankle, and the view of the tip of his cock looking hot and heavy against the velvet of your cunt, slowly pushing in, feeling the warmth of your walls squeeze around him paired with the sweet moan that leaves your lips, makes him fall forward with a bracing hand dug into the cushion by the side of your head because the sensation feels so fucking good he can hardly keep himself upright.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he grunts, pushing himself in further to try and bottom out but heâs still got a couple inches he needs you to take, and so you curl your hips upwards towards the cieling to make more room for him, practically putting yourself into a mating press and soon enough heâs balls deep, âyou on any birth control?â
âUh-huh,â you moan, eyes closed and head tipped back with one hand squeezing your own tit.
âI can cum inside then, yeah?â he asks you, pushing your knees to your chest, slowly drawing his hips back and you squirm underneath him.
âLetâs get there first, and then weâll discuss,â you breathe out.
âIâve been there for the past ten minutes, baby. I could cum at any second with the way you look and feel,â he informs you flatly, because it was just the truth and you had to know it, then he feels himself twitch inside, slowly working up to a languid rhythm, almost fearfully like your momâs going to pop out somewhere around the corner with a camera crew ready like one of those retro TV shows just to humiliate him on national television for not keeping it in his pants like sheâd told him to.Â
âHarder,â he hears you whisper, and he rolls his eyes shut to just focus on the feeling. The feeling of your nails grazing down the skin of his chest and his abs, tracing the scars heâs collected over the years, and he feels you tightening around him. He leans down to kiss you, fucking you properly now with the squeak of the couch springs echoing across the room, your hums of moans seeping through his lips until heâs fully taking them on with an open-mouthed kiss of sloppy tongue.Â
The fact that it was wrong felt right to him, and he realizes in this moment heâs lost all sense of control. He wasnât just an adrenaline junkie that liked to rough up dudes, he was an adrenaline junkie that wanted to fuck you against all better judgement or moral compass. The way your tits were bouncing, the slap of skin on skin, his balls slapping against your ass while you wrap your legs around him tighter, all convincing him that any consequence made it worth it.
âGood,â he groans the praise, pinning your hands above your head as he rams his hips against yours, your cute moans and squeals sounding like literal music to his ears and he feels heat spread all the way up his neck, âgoooood, keep squeezinâ me like that, fuck.â He slows down momentarily, just to take a moment and watch, really look and see the way his length disappears inside of your pretty self with every push forward, and then he works back up to a relentless pace that has you tipping your head back with a slack jaw and eyes closed tightly shut, sprained expression of pleasure spread across.
âOh, oh my god, Satoruââ you mewled and he felt dizzy from the sound of his name from your softly parted lips.
âFuck, Iâm gonnaââ His hand finds itâs way between your legs, calloused pads of his fingers brushing against your clit and you jolt underneath him, gasping as your hand shoots out to dig your nails into his bicep for purchase. âIâm gonna cum, better tell me where you want it.â
âIn me,â you moan, ânowhere else.â
He presses his mouth against your cheek in a lazy smile, âAtta girl,â he drawls before pushing your ankles down as far as theyâd go near your ears, folding you in half and then reigns all hell into your cunt. He should really care a bit more about your pleasure, but testing your flexibility like this with both his hands holding you down was doing sinful things to his brain, and besides, you had yourself covered with the messy circles you were rubbing over your clit. It was hot to see that too, your nimble pretty fingers so close to the place where he was pounding into you.Â
âOh shit, shit, shitââ he grunts when starts to see blistering white in his vision, balls straining with a pleasure that was almost painful. The moment he finishes feels like hot flashes in his brain, a heat like the cum he begins to paint inside your walls in time with your release, thrusting over and over and over, each one more staggered as he lets off a long, drawn out groan that comes from deep within his chest with the feeling of you milking him dry and the sound of you enjoying every second of it. He canât remember the last time he came this much or this hard and even after coming down from the high, he feels the remnant pulse of your orgasm around his now half-flaccid dick.
He leisurely pulls out, hearing you let out a soft whimper as he marvels at the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you and down towards the couch, before he scoops it up with a couple fingers and pushes it back inside. You grip his wrist tightly, but you werenât stopping it, that motion of him plunging it all back into you.
âWant a taste?â he asks, casually.
âMhm,â you nod, face looking flush.
He pulls his fingers out of you, coated with sex, then plugs your pussy with the fingers of his other hand because he kinda likes the idea of you walking around all day with him inside of you, so he doesnât want it getting out. Heâs then pushing his other fingers past your lips, pleased to find heâs met with not even so much as a grazing of teeth, and he grins, âbet you take a dick in your mouth as good as you take it down here.â
Your furrow your brows at him, the pout of your lips seen in the way they were puckered to lick his fingers off clean, and when you release the suction with a smack of your tongue and his fingers were wet from your saliva now, his eyes narrow with desire. You push his face away with the heel of your palm to his forehead. âFlattery wonât make me suck your dick.â
âAlright. So? How is it?â he jerks his chin towards your face, pushing against your hand with his forehead until heâs hovering over you again, âtaste good?â
âItâs cum, Satoru.â
He shrugs. âBad?â
âNo,â you say, and you canât make eye contact, âgood.â You sigh. âHot. I donât know. Salty, sweet. Iâm the sweet. Youâre the salty. And this conversation is obscene.â
He kisses you, capturing your lips softly, tongue darting out to taste whatâs on yours. âI like it that way. Dirty. Nasty. Obscene, whatever.â
Thereâs the slam of a car door heard from the driveway, and the two of you instantly make eye contact with round eyes.
âSaââ you stutter, âSatoru.â
He gets up off the couch in a panic, and heads to the window of the living room fully butt-ass naked, then peers through the blinds to seeâ
Your mom was making it up towards the front door, rustling with her keys in her purse. And the last thing he sees before he turns around to face you is her pushing the keys through the lock.
âShit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,â he cusses, finding his boxers off of the floor, hopping on one foot with his cum & slick coated dick flapping around and slapping against his thighs unceremoniously as he tries to get one leg in through them and then the other. Youâre trembling as you hook your panties back into place, pull your shirt back down your torso, and even in his extremely panicked state, heâs still sad he canât freely stare at your tits anymore. Youâre rummaging for your skirt in a haste, looking everywhere for it, and he finds it underneath the coffee table before tossing it to you and then he side-to-side hops towards the coat closet while he pulls his sweatpants up over his ass, in time for you to quickly run and shut the door of the closet closed just before the front door of the house swings open.
The inside of the coat closet is dark, barely enough space in there for a six-foot-four two-hundred-and-twenty pound man, but itâs better than being balls deep inside his bossâs daughter on the couch when said boss just came home from work.
He hears conversation on the other side of the door, albeit muffled, and he presses his ear to it to hear better while he tucks his dick into his boxers from where it was hanging over the waistline.
âMom! YouâŠyouâre home so early,â he hears you squeak out.
âYes,â your mom says, âThe rest of my meetings today are online, so I figured Iâd come home when thereâs less traffic.â
Gojo feels you lean against the coat closet door.
âI see, I see, how was your day at work?â you ask with a tremble in your voice.
âFine.â And then nothing. The silence could mean that was all she had to say, since your mom wasnât really a woman of many words, or it could be a silence that means sheâs suspicious about something. âDarling, why is your skirt flipped up and tucked into your panties? Your whole butt is showing.â
Through the wood of the door, he hears you softly gasp. âOh, um, I just went to pee. MustâveââŠmustâve got caught when I pulled it back up.âÂ
âI see,â your mother says, and Gojo can hear her dropping her heels down near the shoe rack at the entrance. âYou know, I really donât like those short skirts you wear often. Maybe itâs just your generation, but I think it looks tacky and cheap.â
âMom,â you say, in as stern of a voice as you can manage without sounding embarrassed.
Your mother sighs. âIn any case, where is Satoru? I still would like him to go pick up Yuuji. I donât have the patience to sit in preschool & daycare traffic right now.â
âOh gosh, I donât know,â you chirp, and then he hears you let out a small oh no before you lean even more weight against the door, this time somewhere lower, and he realizes youâre pressing your ass against it. His eyes narrow with a small frown, and then he realizesâ his cum must still be trickling down your thighs. You couldnât put your panties on fast enough.Â
Shit. Thatâs hot. A little fucked up, but hot. He feels his dick harden against the fabric of his boxers, and he rests his forehead against the door, fringe stuck to his forehead with sweat as he slips his hands down his sweatpants and then gives his cock a firm squeeze. The thought of you discretely swiping his cum up your inner thigh and smearing it against your thin panties so your mom doesnât catch sight of it dripping down your legs has him slowly working up to a rock-solid erection, and he almost lets out a broken grunt from the feeling.
âWhat?â your mother says, âwhat do you mean you donât know?â
âIâve just been watching TV this whole time,â you say, âlast time I saw himâŠhe wasâŠum, in the backyard pulling weeds?â
He lets out a small scoff through his nose at your cover-up. Cute. And not bad.Â
Your mother sighs loudly, and he glances down at the strained veins on his dick as he tugs it through his hand, the tip rearing and appearing flushed and dripping with precum. God, you were just on the other side of this door. Less than a few inches away, and heâd be inside of you.Â
âIâm going to take a shower. Go find him and tell him to pick up Yuuji soon. But before then, change into something less revealing,â your mother says in a more or less detached tone, and he can hear the stomps of her footsteps up the stairs from above him in the coat closet.
The two of you wait at least a solid minute, and just when the coast is clear, he hears you turn the knob of the coat closet and slowly crack it open.
âOkay, I think sheâs in the shower, I hear the water running,â you whisper at him, âyou can go nowââ You glance down towards his groin, your jaw dropping. âWhatââŠSatoru, why the fuck is your dick staring at me right now?!â you whisper-hiss at him.
He pulls you into the coat closet, pushing your front against the door to where it clicks shut, and you gasp when his hands pin your wrists crossed behind your back and his dick presses into the plush of your ass.
âYou talkinâ to your mom while your pussyâs stuffed full of my cum was the single hottest thing thatâs ever grazed my lizard brain,â he tells you, flipping your skirt up and hooking your panties to the side, his index finger briefly brushing against your entrance to find it still leaking from the way your walls were pulsating from his words. And then he aligns his tip to your entrance. âNow keep quiet while I do this, âkay?â
âOhââ you gasp, your cheek pressed against the door as you arch your back and push your ass out for him, âokayââ you say, barely vocalizing the first syllable before heâs already stuffing himself inside of you with one solid glide of a push, making you yelp loudly and he has to instantly cup a hand over your mouth.
âShhhhhh,â he hisses at you, immediately starting to pound you from behind, âtold you toâ fuuuck,â he catches sight of his length covered with a mix of your glassy arousal and his white cum, now starting to cream at the base of his cock, âjesus christââ he breathes out, squeezing the flesh of your ass harshly with his other hand and you let out another yelp, âI told you to fuckinâ keep quiet.â
âIâmâmff,â you muffle against his palm, âIâm trying but,â your hips move back in time with his, âfeels good, feels too good,â you mewl, and his hand desperately yanks up the fabric of your shirt so he can squeeze at your breast.
âYeah?â he grunts, hypocritical for telling you to keep it down when he was slamming his hips against your ass with so much fervor he wouldnât be surprised if the sound was reverberating across the entire house, âyou like it when I fuck you while your momâs all clueless just up the stairs?â His rhythm falters, feeling his release building, and his hand reaches in front of you to rub your clit, making you drop your head against the door with tightly closed eyes. âGetsâ youâwet, doesnât it?â he torments you, his lips near your ear as he slams his hips against you harshly with every enunciated syllable.Â
âMhm, mhm,â you easily agree, or maybe thatâs because itâs all you can really articulate, and he angles his hips up so his balls slap more fervently against your clit, making you scream into his palm while he picks up the pace of the circles he draws on your clit and in one, two, threeâ beats of his pounding heart, he feels you come undone around his cock, gushing wetness leaking out of you, he can feel the mess of fluids splattering on the skin of his thighs due to each of his heaving thrusts as he cusses out a fuuuuuuckkk before spilling his cum inside of you, a short-lived and thicker release this time that has you mewling from overstimulation, and in a few following thrusts, heâs given you everything he had to give.
His eyes open, he wasnât even aware he had shut them in the first place, and he glances down at where the two of you were joined. Rings of arousal coat the length of his half-pulled-out dick, and the second he retreats all of it, a bulging push of his cum seeps out of you, dripping and pooling all over the hardwood floors.
âHoly shit, I wish I could take a picture of this,â he says, taking a step away to commit the sight to memory, your legs trembling and still slightly spread, ass pushed out and when you wiggle it a little, he lets out a huff of an exhale because he just canât believe how sexy you are. Are all college girls like this? Heâs never been to college, his old manâs been trying to get him to go for years, but maybe this is what finally convinces him.
âNo pics,â you breathe out once you catch your breath, standing up straight slowly, âthatâs my one sex rule.â
He takes a step closer to you, flipping your skirt back over your ass while you shimmy your shirt down to cover your chest. âThatâs the only rule you have? Anything else goes?â he asks.
You spin around to face him, his eyes briefly flitting down to the still exposed skin of your midriff. âI have a feeling Iâd be making up more specific rules if it was with you.â
He smiles, his hands grabbing your hips before pressing you up against the door again. âI also had a rule. It was to not fuck you. Wait, no, to not flirt with you. Which, technically, I didnât do.â
You blink your eyes at him. âYouâre kidding, right?â
âWhat?â he asks, genuinely confused, âI didnât.â
âHuhââ you scoff, âhow do you think we got into this situation in the first place?? You didnât just say wanna fuck? You were insufferably flirty with me.â
âNahhh nah nah nah nah, baby, thatâs not flirting,â he tells you, thumb running circles over your hips, âthatâs, likeââŠI donât even fuckinâ know how it worked on you to be honest, I was just being stupid.â
âOh okay so Iâm stupid.â
âI never said you were stupid?â
âWell you said you were being stupid so me falling for it must mean Iâm stupid.â
âPshhh. Youâre cute. Pulling weeds, by the way? Adorable.â
Your hand slowly roams up the front of his shirt, the fabric bunching at your wrists until you uncovered up to his collar bone, and you stare at his skin. He tries to not let the way his heartâs beating faster show through the heave of his chest.Â
âWhy do you have all these scars, anyway?â you whisper to him.  Â
âToo many girls tryna stab me,â he tells you.
You roll your eyes. âSeriously.â Your thumb traces the one you had left on him.Â
âIââ He stops himself.
Does he tell you? Should he tell you? What, just because heâs seen you naked and you took his dick like a queen heâs supposed to open up to you about these things now? He doesnât know. Maybe he could? Maybe you already suspect what he does at night. And if not, at the very least, Iâm an underground boxer might make you think heâs hot? At the very worst, youâll report him to the cops and heâd get fired as your little brotherâs babysitter then thrown into jail, but not before the busted cartel gets him first.
âMaybe Iâll tell you some other time,â he says, his hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling it from his chest, âno hyper personal details until youâve had my dick in your mouth at least once or twice. Thatâs my one rule.â
You snort. âI couldâve guessed that rule from a mile away.â
He hums. And then thereâs the sound of steps creaking down the stairs above the two of you.
You both make eye contact, eyes widening, internally yelling at each other: how the fuck did we get into this situation twice?!
This time, Gojo opens the door and stumbles out of the closet, leaving you inside of it, just in time for your mom to come down the stairs.
âSatoru. I was looking for you,â she says as she rounds the post. âHave you picked up Yuuji? He has to go for his swimming lessons soon.â
âAh, nope, was just about to head out,â he says, letting out a cough to diffuse tension, âsorry, I wasââ he points his thumb over his shoulder to behind him, ââŠpulling out some gnarly weeds.â
She narrows her eyes at him. âI see. Well, thanks. If you want, I can add a gardening stipend to your paycheck. Let me know.â And heâs not sure how to respond because heâs not sure if sheâs joking.Â
He heads out the door, the keys to your momâs minivan in his palm as he throws them up into the air and catches them a couple times. And just before he gets inside the car, he turns on his heel to face the house and pulls his phone out of his pocket to type in a message for you.
3:22pm Gojo Satoru: Send over those me-specific sex rules soon
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[the end]
a/n. hope u enjoyed im shitting bricks posting this bc i haven't posted a oneshot smut since february but thanks so much for reading i appreciate u!! i got way too invested in the whole underground boxer thing đđ but the fact i managed to keep everything under 12k is an accomplishment to me bc if u read my other fics you know iâm a yapper LOL i have another kind of a similarly written smut oneshot n itâs a lil angsty (totally different au tho) iâll probs post that one next but yea i really like, hmm, i really like exploring entire characters within a short amount of time i enjoy writing the obscure lore drops xd itâs been kinda fun so far anywho much loveee hope to see u around! <3
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tag limit my beloathed... continuing my analysis of my potentially Sun x Moon coded ships here â
#Seven.txt#tag limit can't stop me cause i'll just make another post#anything to avoid having to put all my thoughts in the body of a post. too scary.#i like the illusion of speaking softly in privacy that talking in the tags provides me#anyways where were we#when i say Sun x Moon coded i'm not referring to Sun & Moon the FNaF characters. although they are definitely a prime & on the nose example#i just mean.. light & dark. upbeat & downbeat. loud & quiet. opposites. y'know? you know.#they don't even have to be blonde hair x black hair honestly. although that def helps. just personality can be enough#like. okay. i'm thinking about Jesus and Daryl. from TWD. don't laugh at me. hey. listen.#i think they could count on personality alone. like yeah visually theyre both. Brown. but Jesus is so chaotic and sunny!#at least compared to Daryl.. and i mean if u wanna get problematic with it you could replace Jesus with Beth but. eeeeeeh#i don't really ship them? they were definitely Something and S4EP12 is my favorite for a Reason but its not bc i ship them#not sexually at least. it's hard to ship Daryl with anyone sexually. for me. but i don't think it's romantic either#they're some secret third thing. whatever it is i think it's got a Sun x Moon dynamic nonetheless! okay uhhh who else...#not Shigaraki and Dabi popping up in my head.. the hell. i'm really scraping the bottom of the ship barrel now#neither of them are Sun coded in the slightest. where did that thought come from. anyways uhhh... OH#what about Karlach and Astarion!? ohhhh yeah yeah yeah i think she's Sun-coded in a fiery sense. and he's def Moon-coded#in spite of the white hair lmao. ohhh and the way he misses being in the sun??? do u see where im going with this. do u see my vision#okay who else. Dew and Rain??? fire and water... i think they could fit. but Dew being Sunny in the more fiery sense like Karlach#if i wanted to get real self-indulgent i could talk about Venti and Saoirse. they're deeefinetly Sun and Moon coded. which tracks lmao#of course my most dearly beloved permanent and personal ship is Sun & Moon coded. of course it is. Saoirse is just as Moon-coded as i am#obviously. even more actually cause they look the way i Want to look. and then Venti is def Sun-coded when we look at the mask he wears#which he hardly ever drops. so. it's almost permanent he's so committed to the bit. when he does drop it he's... hm. hmm.#he's too complex to fit it in these tags lmao. i best stop before i make myself wanna pick Heaven In Hiding back up#to circle back around to the podcast that started it all i suppose i'd be remiss not to mention Martin and Jon#they're very Sun & Moon methinks. at least the version of them that i've gathered from S1 and fanart/posts/spoilers#but doesn't Martin get... sucked into the Lonely or smthn. ohohoho perhaps the Sunny thing is just a front. like Venti! hm#many thoughts. head full of ships rn. but alas i'm hungry and running out of tags again so i'm gonna stop here#thanks for coming to my TED talk on Sun & Moon coded ships. i hope u learned as much about me as i've learned abt myself tonight#gonna go post the next chapter of AEIWNF. make food. and uhhh... rotate Gerry in my mind some more lets be honest here
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Ëââź FIRST PERSON SQUIRTER.áŁ.á âźâË | jjk men
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ê© choso, nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna & toji Ă how they deal with a squirter!?
contents: JJK men x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size differences (true form! kuna) - kissing/making out - thigh-riding - [anal] fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - sqĆŻirtÇng (ofc) - facesitting - Daddy kink - 69 + doggy style + full nelson positions - overstimulation - clitoral play (grinding + swiping + pinching) - praising - cervix fucking - pet names (angel, baby, cutiepie, good girl, little thing, etc.) - degradation + humiliation - mention of blood and drool/spit.
word count: 5.3k
a. note: goin on a trip next week, so i leave y'all with this until the next one â enjoy !!
áŻê© ChĆsĆ Kamo
You giggled. âYou ready, baby?â
He smiles back. âBring it on, sweetheart.â
Having a partner willing to try new things with you is undoubtedly a blessing. Wouldnât you want to try anything and everything with your partnerâlearning new things and sharing experiences with the person you love and cherish the most in this globe?Â
It adds to your trust in one another â an exchange enhances the companionshipâŠeven if itâs in the bedroom!
âOkay, Choso, get ready.â
Your boyfriend nods from below you, watching from between your thighs as you descend your lower half where his face is, and the two of you moan once the lips of your labia land on his awaiting tongue.
This was all your idea, by the way: youâre the one who pulled on Chosoâs shirt as you two watched the television from his bed, his caramel eyes drifting to you after grabbing his attention. It was difficult to ask at first, stumbling with your words as this embarrassing request isnât something you make regularly. Once you got your words out, it wasnât surprising to see your boyfriend a little flustered as you were.Â
However, that didnât stop him from accepting it â albeit bashfully â confidently, igniting a colossal quirk of happiness to affect the glow of his bedroom. So, here you two are, putting this new experience to the test.Â
âMmmm, oh God,â you purr with chewed lips, fighting the urge to swing your hips as Choso mouths you.Â
Choso has his hips on your waist to keep you steady as he does his work, using his lips and tongue to please you in this new position. His tongue swims around your inner labia, the folds coated with your wetness mixed with his saliva. You exhale through your nostrils, your thighs sluggishly move to have your man attend to the surface, and you mewl at the flick of your clitoris. Oh shiiitâŠ!
Having you on top of him like this was not something the brunet expected, thinking this would be a lazy day to hang out with his cute companion on this slow Friday. However, to have easy access to taste your fluids within his vicinity in this erotic position...heâs starting to like it a little too much.Â
âOhhh, my God, Choso,â you shrill with a gasp. âYouâre so goodâŠFeel so good.â
âYeah, baby?â He questions below your waist, poking your clit with his tongue. âYou like riding my face?âÂ
He canât see it, but you nod impetuously. âYessss! YeesâShhaaah! Fuck, your tongueâŠ!â You lick your lips and bite as you bring your waist lower, his nose bumping on your clit. âMore, give me moreeeâŠ!â
âHeh, sure thing,â he titters at your enthusiasm as his hands curl to your buttocks, bringing you further down to his level. You whimper as he sucks on your vulva with purpose, lapping his tongue around to tease your entrance before he pushes it in. Here is where Choso changes the atmosphere, fucking you with his tongue and collecting more of your essence to drink. All you can do is wail and swing your hips faster, and your boyfriend quickly catches the rhythm. Shit, tastes so goodâŠ!
âUhhgg, feels so fucking goodâMmmaa!â Holy hell, this was too much! Thereâs so much going on underneath you outside your control, only having the command of your waist to influence. Your thighs jiggle as you resort to bouncing on your boyfriendâs face, and your hands ball on the comforter the two of you lay on.Â
Chosoâs tongue goes frantic, wiggling the wet muscle around your insides and pulling you in to sink more into your overwhelming taste and smell. The more you bounce on his face, the more his nose hits your clitoris, your bud sending shocks up to your head to enlighten the exhilaration! Faster and faster you go, the same for the tongue lapping all over your vulva and sucking on you purposely.Â
âChoso..!! ChoâshiiiitâChosooo!!â You cry out with trenched brows and closed eyes, electric shocks spiraling all over your body with all the growing pressure.Â
Your body then gives in, and you let your essence out of your system. Your fluids shower all over Chosoâs face as you come on his tongue; your boyfriend is not swayed by the liquid hitting his face, just focused on slurping your wetness covering your cunt. Quivers force your thighs to jolt, jerking your whole frame as you let the waves of your orgasm hit until everything relaxes.
And when it does, you sigh heavily and lift your ass. Choso watches the sight before him, his spit blended with your come all within your inner thighs. The heat from his face spreads to his ears â oh, he hopes he doesnât get addicted to this.
âOh my God, Choso,â your boyfriend snaps to your call. âYour face, itâs all wet!â
âHm? Oh!â It takes a second to realize that he is utterly drenched with your satisfaction, scoffing with a smile. âGuess we both got a bit too excited.â
You chuckle as you leave to grab a hand towel from his bathroom. âIâm sorry about that!â
âItâs okay,â Choso takes off his shirt, which was damp on his collar, and accepts the towel you give him. âAs long as youâre feeling good up there, I donât mind drowning a bit for you, sweetie.â
You shake your head with a smile. âYouâre not funny.â
áŻê© Nanami Kento
Nothing puts the cherry on top of a hard day at work for Nanami than coming home and being pulled into your arms.
âNnnmm, Kento, you feel so goodâŠâ
âŠAnd loving on him more affectionately.
You practically dragged your man into the living room, peppering him with smooches in your glee that he had returned home safe and sound, and he chortles as you beckon him to sit on the couch with you. The two of you winding down while watching the television, Nanami relaxing with a nice cold beer and taking off his necktie and blazer.
However, heâs unaware of you glimpsing through your peripheral, looking intently, sliding his tie off his collar and unbuttoning his shirt. You notice the sneak of his exposed collarbone, drifting your gaze to something else only for it to land on his pants. Lips flatten at the sight of his thighs; his hand patting on it makes you stare longer than intended, swallowing thickly to quench a dry throat.Â
He was taking a swig of his beer, watching the motion of his Adamâs apple with intent. Your fingers fiddling with the bottom of your sundress canât jurisdiction your thoughts anymore, wanton desires stacking up and soon to fall like dominoes.Â
And when it does fall, you silently stand and walk in front of Nanami, the blonde noticing you come around to obstruct his view of the TV. âMy love?â You donât answer. âSomethingâs wrong?â No words yetâŠbut you lift your dress, mocha eyes pinpointing to the cute design of your cotton thong. âSweetheartâŠâ you move to sit again, but not back on the couchânopeâinstead, his pant-clad thigh, straddling the firm muscles, and your arms come around to cup his cheeks.
âKento,â you finally speak, whispering for only his words to pick up. âI missed you.â
If there was one thing that could pull Nanamiâs heartstrings, it was you â his pretty wife. So, when you express your love for him, of course, he has to reciprocate tenfold.
âOoooo, yesss, KenâŠplease, go fasterâŠMmmph.â
You stay atop Nanamiâs thigh, grinding your labia on his pants to the point that a damp spot is prominent in the tan color. The blonde doesnât seem to mind, though, as heâs the one who slid your thong for his fore and middle finger to swipe on your clitoris. The touch is pleasant, fueling your waist to keep moving. With your back to his chest, he kisses you passionately from behind. Your sweet tongue meets his, influenced by the taste of alcohol, a strange combination that surprisingly gets the kiss steamier.Â
Nanami chews on your bottom lip, having you whimper so sublimely that shivers crawl his spine, sucking on your tongue as your hips go faster. Jesus Christ, the friction from grinding on the material of his pants feels so good, nestling in between your folds nicely and faintly bumping on your clit. However, that is for your husbandâs fingers, tweaking the bud you perk to your tippy toes. Hahhh, so good!
âMmmm, shit,â the golden-haired man curses under his breath before taking your lips into his again. âCome here, angel.â He slams his lips to yours, and you donât plan to leave his taste as you throw your head back. One arm lifts your legs by the knees, the free hand having more access for him to stick his middle finger into your wetness.
You moan into his mouth, allowing your husband to please you with his fingers rubbing your inner texture. It starts slow until he adds the ring finger, dialing the pace for his fingertips to scratch onto places you could never reach. A hand finds his hair, his neat locks now getting disheveled because of you.Â
âPuhaah, ohhh, shit!â You shrill with puffy lips while Nanami kisses your cheek and chin, all the while his digits are brushing up on the upper wall of your vagina â you almost lose balance. âIâm closeâŠ!â
The magic words let Nanami know to keep doing what heâs doing, sucking the skin of your neck while shoving his fingers until his very knuckles. The clamp of your walls is sensational, addicting to the point that he doesnât want to get his digits out yet â not until your high comes to an end.
And that doesnât sound impossible; you scream as if you donât have neighbors between your apartment, a watery liquid ejecting out of your glands and showering all around. Sprinkles of your clear juices hit the palm of Nanamiâs hand and thigh, adding more stains to his pants to worry about.
 Your heaving body slowly relaxes as your orgasm rattles your bones, Nanami laying more pecs on your beautiful skin as he permits your quaking legs to touch the floor again. Yet, you jerk when your toes feel something wet, snapping out of your daze and realizing what a show you made.
âO-Oh, myââ you try to stand, but Nanamiâs quick to catch you as your body is still under the shocks of your crescendo. âUgh, Iâm sorry, Kento, I messed up your work clothes.â
âNo worries, I need to do laundry tomorrow anyway.â The blonde chuckles to your ear and kisses you again, massaging your waist.Â
âIn that caseâŠwould you mind if I dirty your clothes some more?â Your butt presses up on the tent of his groin â which has been getting firmer and firmer once the man stuffed his fingers in you. âIâm sure youâd get some fun out of it.â
He raises a sandy brow with a smile. âWould I, or would you, since youâre the one who came onto me?â
ââŠA bit of both.â You both share a laugh as Nanami carries you bridally to the bedroom.
âThen I donât mind at all.â
áŻê© GojĆ Satoru
âMmmm, can never get over this view~.â
âCan you stop commenting about it?!â
âWhaaat? I canât say I admire my cutieâs beautiful ass in front of me?â
âYouâre so annoyingâŠâ you grumble as you sigh and begin to lick the tip of his cock.
Itâs been a while since you and Gojo had a good 69 session. He is busy being the strongest sorcerer of the modern era and being a full-time teacher, and you go through your day-to-day life swarmed up with work and routine. Lack of time to spend together is an onerous task to execute outside of sleeping and snoring in your shared bed.
But alas, when you two are finally resting and enjoying each otherâs company this weekend, itâs a no-brainer that you two will end up skin-to-skin action sometime today.Â
You straddled atop Gojo, your ass facing him while his lower half was to your front, your hand stroking his length cock, following the curve up to the pink tippy top. The sight of precum starting to pool and spill over down your fingertips makes your cheeks hot, and the heat between your legs causes a twitch.
Gojo, however, grins before he kisses your labia, welcoming his tongue that invades the space between your folds. You moan as you stuff your mouth with his cockhead, treating him with peppered licks and sucks as you keep jerking him off. Fucking hell, his dick is just so lengthy, hitting the back of your throat with ease that you have to remind yourself to relax to not gag.
Lazy licks are dawned on your wet chasm, lapping from the clit up to the other end. He notices the subtle quakes of your thighs as he tongues you down and has him chuckle as he pushes his face into your frame more, his hands curling to cup your ass so he can fondle the flesh.
You mumble on his dick after he flicks your clit. âMmmphâŠ! HmmmmâŠâ Sucking on his shaft, you bob your head up and down to get accustomed to the limb. Climbing back up to the tip where you suck on it roughly with hallowed cheeks after drizzling it with saliva.Â
âOh shiiit,â the white-haired manâs head hits the headboard of his bed, moaning at the attention youâre giving his cock. âSo good at this, angel,â he coos as his hands curl to the front to massage and lightly pat your asscheeks like drums. âMissed this.â
âMmmm, mmmahhâŠ!â The tip leaves your lips, and youâre quick to keep stroking him as you lick around his crown. âFuck, so bigâŠâ
âWell, thank you, baby,â he knows youâre probably rolling your eyes at that comment, chortling to himself. âMeans a lot hearing that from someone who keeps winking at me over here.â
âPfft, youâre so gross,â you top his cockhead to the flat of your tongue, blowing on it to make your tall partner shiver under you. âSo full of yourself.â
âMmmm, maybe so,â you whine as Gojo blows and sucks on your inner labia. âBut you canât blame me for that, right?â
âWhatâŠever,â your feet come around and pulls his face back to your ass. âJust shut up and use that tongueâsince youâre so confident.â
âHeh, so pushy.â But the thing is, Gojo is confident â narcissistically so. You saying that only probed him to flip a switch, and youâre unfortunately on the receiving end of his wrath.Â
Gojoâs tongue goes erratic, swishing around your vulva as if you canât keep up with one lap after the other. Your waist goes to lift your ass away â fat chance, as his hands return behind your butt to keep you on him the entire time. The vibrations of his humorful laugh are felt in the very nerves of your folds.
You whimper aloud, the hand jerking his cock, straying off its rhythm as your body submits to the pleasure going around your lower half. He inserts his tongue into your opening, fucking your slit with pushes and pulls. He sucks your wetness with his mouth, and the hands placed on your ass grip on the flesh that has you standing on your very palms.
ââKhhh..! W-Wait, Satoruu, stop!â You cry, but the tall man only smacks your ass mischievously, having you clamping on his tongue without your conscience. âI-I said waaait!!â No signs of waiting as he stuffs his face further between your thighs; noises of him slurping your vulva sound so wrong!
Oh, my fucking God! Your legs tremble, a sign that youâre trying everything you can to alleviate. However, Gojoâs grip on you doesnât make it an easy battle, latching onto you with vigor. No, wait, wait, stop iââAhaaâahhhnn!!â
Itâs no use; the fluid you release slips past your control, spraying out of the urethra and showering all over your thighs and Gojoâs lower jaw and neck. Your body yields, losing balance and slumping your whole body on top of your boyfriend as you come on his tongue and drizzle all around the space of your lower half. Shocks and quivers travel up your spine to your head to pound, leaving Gojo to keep lapping and swishing on your wet slit in victory.Â
âMmmm, aahhhshit, so goodâŠ!â He blinks with hooded eyes as he licks his lips and spits on your vagina to lick slowly. âTaste so goodâŠâ
âHahhh, ahhh, I..I told you to,â you stand on your elbows and look behind. âToâŠwait, dummy!â
âYou told me to shut and use my tongue!â He backfires, not relenting even after sending your half-lidded glare. You groan and turn back to suck on his pink tip in defeat. âFuck, love it when youâre all wet like thisâŠand lucky me for being in the splash zone as youâOww!â
You smack on his nuts. âYouâre so annoying!â
áŻê© GetĆ Suguru
âSuguruuuâŠ! Donât do thâAhhht!â
âAhhhh, you sound so cute, baby.â
Geto plows you from behind, watching you grip the armrest of the couch as your butt is propped up and your face buried to hide yourselfâŠQuite a futile attempt, if he says so himself, but adorable nonetheless.Â
Fucking in the living room wasnât part of the daily routine today, yet here you two are. His hands grab hold of your waist as he conceals his girthy cock inside your tight cunt, stuffing every inch of him till the very hilt meets the lips of your outer lips.Â
Your breath is shaky as Getoâs hips move to and fro, sighing at the sensation of your tensed walls around him. You always felt way too fucking good, biting his lip to fight the urge to let his waist fly and piston himself right into you. And he enjoys the way you act as he teases you, the position giving him ideas on how to torment you idly.Â
Like now, as he skims a thumb around your asshole. The action of having you contract on him even more. âNnnn! Nnooooh, donât play with my assâŠ!â
âYou sure? Itâs been winking at me for a minute.â He chimes with a sly smile, licking his finger and switching his thumb to lather your hole with his saliva. Holy shit, the way youâre twitching around him is driving him nuts, as he hasnât even put anything in yet.Â
âDo-Donât say it like that!â You peer over your shoulder with furrowed brows, meeting the purple eyes that catch you. His hips go excruciatingly slow, your vagina feeling like a void as he pulls for absence before fulling you back as he pushes. âItâs emâŠbarrassinâGhhhh!â
He pushes the thumb inside while youâre distracted, and both your holes pucker in haste. âAwww, donât be like that, my love,â his mellow voice doesnât match the crudeness of his actions, throwing unpredictable snaps of his hips to throw you off. âNothing about your body is embarrassingâŠ.God, your ass looks so sexy from the backââ
Another twitch of your slitâGod, youâre too fucking cute. âWhat are youâDonât say stuff like thatâŠ!â Your flustered reaction didnât make it any better as Geto pushed his thumb inside until the dent and knuckle, wiggling it inside and pushing and pulling to toy with your rear. Your teeth clench onto the couch pillow while he increases the cadence of his ruts. âMmmmm, ohmyGodâŠSuguu, pleaseââ
âHmm, you want me to stop?â He asks and observes for a cue to stop what heâs doing. You donât say anything, though, just your hips swaying. It makes Geto scoff, âI get the feeling you donât want me to; look at you moving your hips on your own, pumpkin. Your bodyâs so honest for me.â
âHaaahh, youâre sooâŠmean, SuguâŠâ
âOnly when I know it makes you feel good,â he moves his bangs out for a bit. âWhich is why,â then Geto slithers that same hand down to where your chasm is linked to his wet cock, and his fingers go erratically fast on your clit. âI wanna tease this a bit, too.â
Eyes widen as you shriek at the touch, moaning aloud once he removes his thumb from your ass to keep your butt onto him as he jackhammers his cock into you. Your frame is propelled with every push, the pokes on of your cervix knock you out like the wind, and the hard rubs on your clit have you seeing stars.
ââOhhooo, ohâhoooo!! Sugâruuu, waaiitt!!â Itâs useless; he doesnât stop, and more hits to your womb have you wailing uncontrollably. The fingers on your clit donât let you rest, having you unable to speak a proper sentence and resort to letting your boyfriend pound into you. A few more pinches have your legs jerking, and you canât help but let the wave smash onto you.
As your orgasm claims over your body, you squirt out, liquids falling onto the couch beneath you, point blank. Your eyes are sewn shut as your slit flutters on Getoâs penis, your substance leaking out of your glans and dirtying your thighs and legs. Oh God, no!!
Geto hisses at the feeling of you spasming on him, tilting his head to see what youâve done. âOh my, wouldâya look at that~.â
âShooop, donât loookâŠ!!â A hand moves to the side to âtryâ and stop him, but he catches it with his palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. âDonât look at iiiitâŠâ
âBut you did so well!â Geto kisses your hand. âMaybe I should play with your ass moreââ
âSuguru, stop!â
âKidding~,â he was not.
áŻê© RyĆmen Sukuna
Sukuna relishes the feeling of you like this â your back to his front, your legs held up by his solid upper arms while the lower hands hold your buttocks, and your holes accommodating to his two girthy cocks â like the good pet you are.Â
He entirely suspends you, your entire frame contorted for your arms to grip the futon sheets below. Sweat and warmth are exchanged by bare skin, the glow of the candles highlights the unioned figures within Sukunaâs quarters, and your anus and vagina are full of nothing but the two cocks stretching you and rubbing your insides.
Sukuna bucks his hips with might, and his every push makes you dizzy. Toes curl as your ass is pulled up and down to meet his hefty balls, his dicks venturing further to torture your insides with satisfaction. Your vision gets a bit hazy as the heat gets to your head, and your head begins to pound.
âWhatâs wrong, little thing,â your lips flatten to hinder the moan wanting to escape as he speaks behind you, feeling his breath brush the hairs of your back. âYouâre silent this time around.â
âHaaaah, my LordâŠâ The tongue of his stomach licks your lower back with a lazy kiss. âY-YouâreâŠtoo biiig.â
He hits you with a sudden rut and purrs at the clench of your entrances. âYou say that, yet your lewd body seems to accustom pretty well.â Another hit of his hips causes the tips of his cock to brush up against your sweet spots effortlessly, and you finally unclench your lips to let a wail escape. âYour body only good for taking cocks like a real good whore, huh?â
âIâm soâMmmphâŠ! S-Shooo fuuuullâŠâÂ
âNo, youâre not,â he snickers as his lower left-hand sneaks around to cusp your clitoris, your precious pearl engulfed by the sheer thickness of his digits. âNot until I fill you with my seed like a sow in heat.â
The salmon-haired man picks up the pace to drill his cocks, churning your vagina and rear like toys. Your cries fly out quickly at the point, puffy lips losing ground to stay locked. Hands balled into fists as youâre threatened by the sheer mass of Sukuna, unable to fight out of thisâforced to submit to him and his persistence.
Your slit and butt are so busy with his cocks, the length of your vagina grazing your G-spot by its underside, the walls fluttering involuntarily around him. The dick inside your butt feels so utterly good; the size of him is never something you can get fully habituated to. And the hand on your clit doesnât stop playing with it, roughly pushing and grinding on it to the point of babbling and choking on spit.Â
ââHnnngh, fuck. So tight,â Sukuna licks your back and nibbles on your skin, teasing to tear your skin to taste just a hint of blood. âFeel so goodâŠâ
âAhahhh, I caaanâtâŠ!â Your eyes begin to water as you shut them close, lack of vision enhancing the sense of touch where it has your nerves overly stimulated. Everything is happening all at once, and you can sense the climb once the tip hits your womb. âI canât do iiit! Youâre gonna break meee!!â
âKeheh, wouldnât be the first time.â Itâs probably for the best because you canât see the smug-ass grin on his oddly comely face. More kisses are placed on your back. âShut up and take it, dove,â he commands you, not leaving you any room to retaliate as his thrusts increase without warning.Â
Your mouth is agape, and your cries are unwillingly bouncing around the shoji-paneled walls. A bit of spit comes down your lips, your hands only finding Sukunaâs waist for your nails to dig into. The grumble of his stomach traversing to your core to rumble with the vibrations. Oh, God, noo!! You can feel it â the worse of the worse. Just when you thought your humiliation wasnât enough at this moment, it was about to skyrocket in threeâŠtwoâŠone.
Feverish ruts to your ass, have the reins slip out of your hold, all the restraint in your body withering with every harsh push and pull. Your head pounds like crazy, nothing but a blur can be seen in your eyes, and the clear substance expels out of your urethra, leaving out of your system along with your dignity.Â
And Sukuna doesnât have to see it to believe it, grinning from ear to ear as he playfully smacks on your vulva to create more of a mess. The watered-down liquid sprayed out to his thighs and the futon sheets and sticking to your inner thighs and sliding down the crack of your ass. Tiny pinches to your clit help you jerk out more to ruin yourself, your body losing strength entirely and letting the cursed man keep you in your distorted position.Â
âHmph, what a bad little toy,â he criticizes you like always, the tears beckoning to leave your watery eyes. âLook at you causing a mess on my bedding; who told you to do that?â
âIâm sorry, Lord Sukuna,â your expression borderline fucked out, yet the embarrassment keeps you humble. âForgive meâŠmy Lord.â
Sukuna slaps onto your clit with his palm; you pucker onto his girths immediately. âYou dare ask for forgiveness after the factâI should just throw you out in the cold with these wet sheets youâve caused.â
âN-Nooo! Iâm so sorry!!â Fuck, he loves it when you plead, so desperate for his word, his submissive and breakable dove. âPleaseee, fill me up with your seed, and I will clean it upâŠ! I-I wonât do it againâŠâ
âSays who?â He finally lets your legs go briefly before he spreads them over with his lower arms. His upper hands find your chest to grope. âYouâve stained my sheets with your essence; you arenât sleeping anywhere else tonight except here with me in this exact puddle you made for yourself, you dirty pet. Am I clear?â
His final words have your skin crawl as he nibbles on your nape, and you nod.
âGood.â
áŻê© Fushiguro TĆji
âGahhh!! Ahhhhh!!â
âYeah, baby, thatâs it; keep clenchinâ.â
Tojiâs fingers are stuffed inside you, stretching your poor hole with pushes and pulls that take your breath away with easeâquite literally as your arms come around his neck to keep him close.
His bedroom is filled with nothing but you: your shorts and panties decorating his bedroom floor, the smell of your lotion on your now-sweaty skin intoxicating his senses, and your damp towel laid underneath you as you lie on your back.
Toji sits right beside you, near as you keep him from leaving. Not that he planned to â of course not. When he has his ring and middle finger shoved inside your vagina and grazing your inner skin with a mediocre pace, thereâs no way the older man would want to stop now. Fuck, he loved how tight your cunt was, so snug to the touch and tender to his fingertips. It drove him crazy, just like you always make him. He can never get tired of you, honestly.Â
âHahhhh, Tojiii, ahhaaaâŠâ Your whimpers get louder and louder by the second, and your back jerks to the blunt of his fingertips, poking deep inside your chasm. âGooohh, ohhhshitâŠ!â
âYeah, sweetie?â His forehead touches yours, skin-on-skin increasing intimacy. âYa like it when I fuck you witâ my fingers, huh?â You answer with a whine as he slows his digits down, teasing the walls of your entrance while pressing on your clit with his thumb. He scoffs, âSo nice and tight frâ me, huhâŠâ
âAhhhh..! BuâBut I justâŠfinished taking a showerrr!!â You wail with pleading hooded eyes that are instantly locked with intense viridian ones. âYouâre making meâmmm!âdirty againâŠ!â
He raises a brow. âThat doesnât mean anythinâ to me,â more push to your clitoris causes your body to jolt closer to Toji, and he sneers. âGetting all ready and clean frâ me, what a good girlâŠall the more fun frâ Daddy to make ya all dirty and cryinâ all over again.â
A hand grips his shoulder, exposed by his black wife-beater. âPleasee, Daddy, itâs tooâAghahh!â He sneaks his fingers back inside knuckle-deep; the deep chuckle you hear from him causes your ears to melt.Â
âCâmon, mama, I know you have it in ya,â he coos with a kiss to your forehead that has you dissolve under his scarred lips. âWring my fingers up, make a mess frâ me.â
Another kiss to your forehead makes you whine, the gentle atmosphere only lasting for mere seconds before the pace of his hand returns to a rhythm that has you screaming instantly. Jesus Christ, those thick fingers are no joke, the stretch enough to overwhelm your senses, along with how deep they reach inside.Â
Every push to your cunt has you breathless, and every dig is knuckles-deep and too fast to catch up with one after the other. âOhoooo, D-Daddyyy, n-nooo!â Yet thereâs no point in begging nowâonce Toji is deadset on something, itâs challenging to swade him off. Especially when it comes to you, his little sweet thing⊠âIâm gonnaâohfuuck!âIâm so cloooseâŠ!â
Your words only egg Toji on to keep fingering you as much as he can, ravaging your delicate insides with his hand alone. He purchases his face to your neck, sighing deeply at the alluring whiff of your lotion. He licks your skin before a kiss, and the pace between your legs becomes unforgivingly faster.
Eyes roll up to the ceiling as your body shuts down without your knowledge, completely taken aback by the climax that clenches around the thickness of Tojiâs fingers. Also, the water liquid is excreting projectively from the continuous knock-kneed-worthy pleasure. You let loose with a howl, your back arching with every subtle buck of your hips.Â
Toji looks down with a salacious grin, taking in the sight of you spraying all over his bed. The towel is doing nothing but getting damper because of you, and he can only chortle at the sight and, lowkey, thank his intuition for wearing a wife-beater so you can coat his forearm. Dazed with euphoria, your body slumps down to the sheets, sweaty and sticky from the excretions and panting heavily. So much for a shower, huh?
Toji whistles and courses his free hand atop your head while besmearing your vulva with your juices. âGood girl, mama, good fuckinâ girl.â
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Trans Tim off handedly mentioning random things that just confuse people more and more because he never told them he was trans (only Bruce and Alfred know)
Tim: "For the mission I'm thinking I'll go undercover, but it'll take some work to hide the bruises I got earlier. They're everywhere"
Dick: "Oh I think Steph is free right now!"
Tim: "...Ok?"
Dick: "Don't worry I'm sure she'll help you out with this! "
Tim: "That's awesome but I don't think I'll need help. I know how to use makeup."
Dick: "Really-? Ohhh, yeah your public image is like, way more public than ours. That must be tiring, having to hide the bruises all the time."
Tim: "Well yeah but I knew how to use makeup before that. For like, galas as a kid and stuff"
Dick: "...yeah..."
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Steph: -Complaining about a man- "And then he said "Oh you should smile more" like "you look like you don't want to be here" like what- what the fuck-??? Maybe I fucking don't dude."
Tim: "Oh yeah I hate when they do that. Like you've spent the entire time bitching about the consistency of snails, I can close my mouth for a few seconds."
Steph: "..."
Tim: "...What-?"
Steph: "Well- I mean yeah but- you know I have to deal with it like...way more, and it's just a bit weird that like, you as a guy are, I dunno, trying to relate? I mean you don't have to deal with it litreally everyday"
Tim: "Well yeah not anymore, but, you know...I still did."
Steph: :...What-"
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Tim: -Resting against one of the rooftop ledges-
Jason: "Woah, I can't believe it, Red Robin, slacking. What would Bruce do if he saw this!"
Tim: "Fuck off, it's just period cramps." -Jumps off the edge of the building-
Jason: "Yeah whatever Timblina...
Your fucking what-"
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Bruce: "And for this mission, we'll be needing someone for the Caroline disguise, but we already know who that is so-"
Dick: "Wait does Steph actually know how to fight in heels-??"
Bruce: "...N-"
Steph: "Yeah Bruce, I mean, you could at least actually ask me before volunteering me to go fight crime in that dress."
Bruce: "You-"
Jason: "I mean no offense, but literally who else would do it? Cass isn't here right now and I don't think any of us are willing to get a boob job for the mission"
Bruce: "No one's getting a boob job-"
Steph: "Yeah! This is bat tech, Bruce probably has ultra realistic titties in everyone's color and size! Jason you wouldn't even need an attachment."
Jason: "I don't think Caroline Hills has fifty gun shot wounds and muscles the size of most those guys heads."
Steph: "Yeah bu-"
Bruce: "None of that will be necessary because none of you" -Pointing at the right side of the table- "Will be going. No one at this table will be needing any prosthetics...Or boob jobs."
Steph: "...Ok but who the fuck is going then-"
Bruce: "Tim."
The entire table: "..."
Steph: "Tim are you really willing to put on boobs for this-"
Dick: "I don't think that's the best idea-"
Jason: "You just said no prosthetics- Oh this'll be fucking rich"
Tim: "...
I...wouldn't need a boob job?? Or prosthetics?"
Jason: "Timbo, that dress is a pretty low cut, and, no offense, your training hasn't given you that many enhancements."
Tim: "...Thank you for the binding compliment?"
Dick: "The what-"
Tim: "Guys I- I already have boobs-"
The Table: "..."
Steph: "WHAT-"
Dick: "You do-?!"
Jason: "Bruce if you made Tim get boobs for some weird mission-"
Tim: "What- No! No one made me get boobs??? Besides, I don't know, biology I guess??? Genetics maybe???"
Dick: "...I'm extremely confused"
Steph: "WHO GAVE YOU BOOBS-???"
Tim: "I'm not really sure seeing as I was born with them"
Dick: "...
OHHHHHH-"
Steph: "What- is this like a birth defect or something???"
Dick: "Tim- Tim I think you're just gonna have to-"
Tim: "I'm trans."
Jason: "...That's-
Yeah
Ok yeah no that- that explains...a lot."
Steph: "..." -Head in hands- "I am such a fucking idiot"
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Bdubs' first attempts with the mace
Transcript under the cut
Skizz: Bdubs, now Grian--(clears throat) I'm curious. Let him do this and then I'm-- Grian: I'm in deep pain. Skizz:--I have an idea for something. (to Bdubs) I won't move buddy, 'member, it's a bucket clutch. Don't go for my head, go for a bucket clutch at my feet. Bdubs: Alr--(clears throat) and this is a right click, or a left click? Skizz: It's a left click- Grian, at the same time: Left click. Skizz: Like, attack. Grian: Bonk! Bdubs: Okay, alright. Skizz: Here we go--(wheezing laughter) Grian: Say a good catchphrase! Bdubs: Are ya ready? Skizz (mimicking Bdubs): I hope you're ready. Tango: (cut off laughter) Bdubs: Stop! It's hamma' time! (misses hitting Skizz) Tango: Awww--(everyone laughing) Bdubs: Dang it! Tango: --minus the hammer. Gem: Not the miss, Bdubs... Bdubs, defensively: He--I'm a little rusty! Gem: Ohhh... Bdubs: Stop! It's hamma' time. Tango, at the same time: (through laughter) it's hammer time... (Bdubs misses again, Skizz begins laughing) Gem, groaning: Bdubs... Tango: It's gonna have to be hammer hour at this rate. Skizz, laughing: It's hammer calendar! Grian: Is it hammer time yet? Tango: It's hammer phase of the moon. Bdubs: It's hammer time! (he misses, Skizz begins laughing harder) Bdubs, frustrated: Ooooohhhhh!! Bdubs: Alright, last one! Skizz: No, you got-- Gem: I wanna see him try a bucket clutch now. Bdubs: This is it--I bucket clutch better than you! I'll bucket ca--clutch competition you right now, okay. (everyone laughing quietly) Skizz: You're left clicking, right? Bdubs, at the time time: Stop. It's hamma--please be quiet during the--my moment. Grian: Can you do a different catchphrase this time? You got-- Tango: It might help, yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Bdubs: Uh--Looks like the hammer just found a nail! (he tries again, and dies, his items exploding everywhere) (everyone begins hysterically laughing) Bdubs: Dang it! (the laughter continues) Bdubs: What an embarrassment. (through laughter) What an absolute embarrassment. (more snickering, Tango sounds like he's crying from laughter) Bdubs: Some chainmail pants-- Skizz: That was one of the greatest things I've ever seen-- Tango, through tears and laughter: I can't stop laugh--(he cuts himself off with laughter) Bdubs: Aghhhhh. I'll--I will not be using a mace, as we have demonstrated here, today. (Tango is still laughing hysterically in the background) Skizz: That was so good--that was too good!
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Why does she give a damn about me? | Spencer Reid x Reader
cutesy, cheesy fluff
In wich Spencer thinks reader is out of his league but she could not be more into him.
Content: Garcia is a queen as always, sunshine!reader
Warnings: Maybe some light lack of self steem from spence, but nothing crazy!!
He was used to it at this point. Being the weird kid in high school and college, Spencer never really expected anyone to be into him and, after being rejected a couple of times, he had practically closed himself off in that sense. But then, you came into the picture.
You are one of those girls that everyone seemed to gravitate toward, not only because of your beauty but because of your essence. You were genuinely kind, smart and good with people in a way he wished he was, maybe thatâs why he was so drawn to you, you had all the qualities he wished he had and being close to you made him feel complete.
Needless to say that he was in love with you, it had started as an admiration and when he realized he was thinking about you all the time, but he was sure you would never be into guys like him, he was sure youâd never see him as more than friends.
â
You had joined the team a few years ago, you were excited to finally be doing what you really wanted when you joined the BAU, going out in the field and being on cases instead of just working a desk job all the time. When you first met the team, everyone seemed very welcoming but you felt yourself especially drawn to Spencer out of all people, at first he seemed distant but with time you noticed how sweet he was and how much he cared for everyone around him and god that man was so funny, you loved his weird science jokes and his magic tricks. How were you supposed to not fall in love with him? You asked yourself that question every time he brought you coffee in the morning or went on his rambles about some random thing.
After a particularly intense inquiry from a very drunk Garcia in one of the girls' nights she organized at her home, you told her your feelings for Reid and she made you swear you would act on it.
âGarcia, I'm not confessing. He's not into me like that, iâll just ruin our friendshipâ
âOh honey, he practically kisses the floor you walk in, he follows you around the office like a lost puppy and practically kills any officer that dares to be the tiniest bit mean to you. Thereâs no way heâs not into you, at least try pretty pleaseâ She says, doing puppy eyes at you. Garcia took her job as a cupid very seriously and was not going to let this be her first fail.
âAlright, iâll try but if he ends up hating me youâll have to bake me cookies everyday until i dieâ You say rolling your eyes and finishing your glass of wine.
âOhhh iâll be cooking cookies for you guys wedding!â
â
So, here you are holding his favorite order from the local coffee shop and gathering the courage to press the button to the elevator
âHey are you fine?â A familiar voice calls you, when you turn around its spencer.. Great, guess youâll have to do this right now
âOh hi yeah, I was just um⊠meditatingâ
âDid you know meditanting has been proven to increase your memory and is also great for reducing anxiety. I really should start doing it, what method do you use?â Spencer says while pressing the button to the elevator
âUmmm breath in, breath out i thinkâ You say, unsure how to respond
âThat's actually one of the best ways as it oxygenates your brain and helps it work better, it can also help you feel more calm since deep breathing activates the parasympathetic nervous system that sends a signal to your brain to tell the anxious part that you're safe and don't need to use the fight, flight responseâ He says, doing the little smile and head nod thing he always does after info dumping.
You smile back at him, as you both enter the elevator and press the button to the BAU floor.
âI brought you somethingâ You say, handing him the coffee shop bag
He opens it and smiles at you âI canât believe you remembered my favorites, thank you so muchâ You love that smile so much, all you can think about is how perfect he is and how thereâs no way you can continue on without dating this man.
âActually, I need to tell you something spence⊠I was thinking, maybe we could go out together as like, a date or somethingâ You say, already blushing from the embarrassment you felt and how scared you were that he did not reciprocate the feelings.
âReally? Of course i want, to be honest iâve wanted to ask you to be honest but i thought youâd never see me like thatâ
âAre you kidding me spencer? Iâve had a crush on you since we first meetâ
The elevator gets to the office, and you both walk in blushing and joking about how you two were so blind to each other's feelings. As you get in, garcia passes by you two stopping to stare
âThereâs something happening hereâŠâ She says, pointing between you two and pressing her eyes together as if sheâs profiling you two
âI asked him outâ
âOh my god finally, you see? Iâm always right, I donât even need to ask what he said, look at Reid, heâs glowing, ohh iâm so happyâ She says, walking out to probably tell the news to everyone on the team.
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hi!!! I was wondering if you could do hcs for what arguing would be like with the HOO boys
Don't talk me like that! | headcanons
â arguing with the hoO boys
warnings: angst, language, boys being...boys
who's here: jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang ands percy jackson.
a/n: ohh ohh ohhh, yes. I can. I love drama.
â jason grace:
To get into a real fight with him, you must have come a long way because he's so peaceful and always tries to negotiate calmly, making sure both of you communicate effectively. But at the end of the day, you're like any other couple and sometimes end up having real fights.
The big issue is Jason's nature. He goes silent when he's really upset, his emotions hard to show.
When heâs that mad, you can see it on his face. Itâs scary, letâs not lie.
When the ice breaks, he tries to take charge to explain what's wrong, which often makes things worse.
He keeps his distance when you argue, tense and rigid. Heâs like a handsome, angry log.
Sometimes he says things reluctantly, like "don't act childish," which is so him.
Yes, he raises his voice and gets frustrated, "no, I said NO, THATâS NOT HOW IT IS, godsâŠ"
If you're wondering if his powers show, the answer is NEVER, or at least not against you. His mouth might taste like metal or his fingers might spark, but that's just him being really stressed.
His eyes get cloudy and grey.
He takes off his glasses and rubs his temples while muttering.
When things finally start to work out, he breathes better and starts talking more because he knows nothing will work if he doesnât.
Heâs practical, coming up with solutions to problems.
When the fight's over, he hugs you and kisses your forehead, relieved to be out of that situation.
Can he stay mad for days? Depends on the problem, but heâd prefer it doesn't last more than a day.
â leo valdez;
Leo and you usually argue over small things because you have that kind of relationship where you bicker and tease for fun, but when things get serious, the arguments can get heated (get it? heated? laugh, please).
Thatâs when things get tough. He may seem easy-going, but Leo has a strong temper and is very stubborn when he's mad. Whatever made you really fight doesn't matter because heâll be stuck on his point.
"No, that's not how it happened." You could be contradicting each other all day until you both turn away and stop talking.
"Well, screw you!" you say, and he growls back, "Yeah, you too," swearing in Spanish. "vale ma-" "me lleva la ch-"
Yes, he switches languages mid-sentence.
"I already told you no! CUANTAS VECES TENGO QUE DECIRLO, carajo!-"
If you know Spanish, you can reply; if not...
"I donât understand you, idiot. Say it in English or fuck yourself ." (just in case because youâre not sure what he said)
Swearing is common if he's really mad, but it's more his way of dealing with it than being mad at you.
That or sharp sarcasm.
Yes, he might cry if the argument is really bad.
His rigid feelings and insecurity can come up.
Leo is attached, so heâs constantly thinking of ways to fix it because he canât stand being away from you for too long.
He keeps his distance, terrified of hurting you with his powers, which makes him nervous. "No, DONâT COME NEAR ME." It's for your safety, but it hurts him to see the look in your eyes when he says it.
Can he stay mad for days? Absolutely, but he misses you a lot, though his pride might keep him from showing it.
Donât worry, heâll eventually sit down to talk it out, and youâll both calm down and fix things.
Then he'll give you a big hug and kiss your cheeks.
â frank zhang:
itâs hard to imagine: WHAT DID YOU DO TO FIGHT?
Yes, Frank is Marsâs son, but heâd never choose the battlefield for his lover. Heâs very careful and always considerate, but yeah he can be severe when things get bad, and when isn't enough just have a serious talk.
You end up fighting in not-so-quiet whispers, with your faces and gestures being the most expressive.
"Of course not, I already told you, hey!" He raises his hands, and his body tenses up threateningly.
Frank tries to understand your point and make himself heard, always mindful of both your feelings. He knows how to set boundaries.
Sometimes, he just canât take it anymore and signals a pause. "You know what? This is getting too much, and neither of us is in the best shape. Letâs talk tomorrow or later, please."
Does he raise his voice? Hardly, only when he really needs to make a point.
His eyes are bright, tinged with sadness and anger. The deadliest is his calm face or the way he slightly curls his lip, almost growling.
His eyebrows always seem to be touching, even if he doesnât want them to.
He keeps a cool head to solve things.
Can he stay mad for days? Yes, while clearing his mind and thinking. Heâll come up to you, and youâll talk it out, making things work in the end.
Heâll take your hand. You might feel guilty for pushing a guy like Frank to his limit, but he doesnât mind having relationship problems with you:
"I hope we fight many more times, but about totally different things because it means weâve really solved the previous issues."
â percy jackson:
wtf did you both do to get into a fight?
Percy won't waste a second, trying to resolve it immediately by asking and reflecting on his own actions. "What did I do wrong?" if it was his fault. "Can you listen to me for a second?" if it was you.
He hates being mad at you, just canât stand it. But if the fight starts, he wants to start or finish it (or both).
Yes, he might cry.
Yes, he might raise his voice. "No, I didn't do anything. LISTEN TO ME."
Then he apologizes for it because he lost it.
He tries to hold your hands and says, "Babe, babeâŠ"
He makes you both breathe and talk calmly.
He argues, of course, but differently. Heâll stop the conversation. "You know what? I'll think about it." He leaves or makes you leave.
Consequently, he might stay mad for days, or both of you might be mad at each other, but heâs thinking of what to say rather than just calming down. (Nothing wrong with that, everyone handles feelings differently and that's valid.)
Yes, he asks his mom.
Yes, he asks Paul.
You both end up fixing things, and he hugs you tight, giving you kisses all over your face while pouting.
"I missed you, babe."
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Finding the in between of "Not intimidating enough to where people my age wont come up to compliment me" and "Dressed up enough to where older people and judgmental parents will shake their heads and the more bolder ones will actually say something" has been a very fun process
#dollmaker speaks#The more bolder ones instantly get chewed tf out by my mom tho lmao#THEY most likely dont approve but I never leave the house without her approval on an outfit so she takes it as personal offense lmao#For a 4 foot 11 woman my mom can be absolutely terrifying when it comes down to it#ESPECIALLY since im her youngest and her daughter#Also bc she used to dress the way i dress and she id actually the one that has pushed me to go more out there in terms of dress#Tho i do find it funny when the more shitty kids my age go likr Ohhh fatherless motherless behavior when nine times outa ten#My mom and my dad both compliment my outfits#Like yeah i may not have a good relationshop with my father but my dad is a fuckin champ and i adore him#The mans has literally helped me find good steel toed boots before among other things he 100% approves#Id like to see YOUR parents compliment you if you start dressing like me
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thinking about ace who starts buying clothes (especially sweaters and hoodies) in larger sizes in the hopes that you'll ask him to borrow you one. don't get it twisted! he's not doing this because of that silly "boyfriend fit" or whatever. đ just,,,, it would be nice........to see you.....in his clothes......and being comfortable...... yeah. on second thought, don't even ask him for a hoodie!!! >:( remember that time you didn't let him crash at ramshackle? now it's his turn to be stingy with his stuff!!!
ace who, whenever the two of you are walking side by side in town, takes the side that parallels the street. you keep switching places with him because you can never walk in one place and ace gets huffy about it. when you ask him why, his voice gets softer and he averts his eyes and mutters something about how it's safer if the guy stands on the side closer to the street. he just wants to make sure you're safe. because..... BECAUSE who else is he going to bother if a car hits you and you die!?!?!?!? you punch his arm and he makes an exaggerated show of almost falling into the street, feigning hurt. and this is why he's staying on this side! ...or something like that, he insists with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
he's also your "excuse me. they asked for no pickles" guy. <3 ace stands up for you an absurd amount of times. if you tease him about it, he'll (with a sly grin) tease you back: "ohhh, so you want me to be a little mean? is that it?"
he's also a "this one's for you" and then completely misses the shot guy.
whenever you come to watch his basketball games or practices, he makes sure to do his best just to impress you (and later rub it in your face because you told him he can't ball. he'll show you!!).
ace who, for every teasing remark and flirt, never follows through. he's all talk (mostly). truly a cherry boy through and through. so what if he gets flustered when it rains and your shirt becomes see-through and he huffs and drapes his uniform blazer over you, muttering about how you're a lost cause!!! so what if he makes sure to save a seat for you at lunch so you won't ever feel left out! so what if he has "that look" or gives you "those eyes" whenever you aren't looking (so fond of you he doesn't even realize it). he's not in love! gross. what a dumb idea. >:p
also also!!! ace who makes jokes that harbor truth. he constantly jokes about sharing a bed (because there's only so much space. definitely that and no other reason...), and if you ask him if he wants to share a bed with you he scoffs and says something playful like, "you'd like that, wouldn't you?" AAAAA NO, ACE!!! T_T you'd like that!!! or you and your other first-year friends dress in fancy attire and go to a fast food restaurant and he goes on and on about how he cuts a pretty cool figure in a suit, wouldn't you agree? you don't even have to say anything; he knows you like it. maybe if you ask him nicely, he'll wear it for you again. ;D
the type of friendship where everything's mostly jokes between the two of you and so those moments when ace is very soft and sincere always catch you by surprise. he remembers things about you that you don't expect him to remember, and ace thinks you're so dumb (secretly affectionate) for thinking he'd forget these details.
or when you go clothes shopping/thrifting. maybe you have bags from lunch or other stores. he insists on holding them so you can look around freely. you give him a dubious look. what does he want in return? he's definitely going to hold this good deed over your head later... ace rolls his eyes playfully and takes the bags from you anyway. you laugh at him: "okay, boyfriend. thanks." he stands there in the middle of the store, bags hanging off of his arms and shoulders, and then it hits him.
he does a lot of things for you that cross into boyfriend territory, doesn't he?
#meraki mumbles#ace get behind me they're beating your ass (calling you justin bieber) on every social platform#but also would he totally serenade you with the lyrics to justin bieber's 'baby' (as a joke!! definitely an ironic joke)? yes. yes he would#many ace thoughts on this fine day >w<
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