#BECAUSE the other place we know the light was preserved? Is the eyes of the calaquendi

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YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER —aka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit

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⟢ rating: mdni 18+ stalking, yuji is yakuza!sukuna x reader child, toji is still delulu af, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, dilf!toji, dissociative sexual fantasies, sukuna is an asshole, masturbation, killing fantasies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, brooding, yandere fluff, cute kid megumi.

⟢ episode run time: 𝟖.𝟕𝐤 ⟢ episode list: m.list ⟢ subscriber access: please comment on m.list to be tagged, rather than individual episodes as its easier for me to track. ⟢ director's note: e2 is here!! sorry for the initial issues! i hope you guys enjoy as we go deeper into toji's delulu, it's so much fun writing from his perspective. i feel like with each epi he only gets worse, hfsvsdjkfhvbsdj. he's still daddy tho.

The sky has since fallen completely dark, but the city lights of Tokyo still twinkle brightly in the distance, drowning out any stars. The light pollution still appears beautiful though, as a comforting beacon of civilization in the surrounding darkness.

The atmosphere, which had previously been so violently vibrant, has now quieted to a muted calm as the world slows down, whipping cool night air around Toji’s tense frame on his balcony.

However, it does fuck all to soothe the seared edges of his temper. 

Nor does the serene scene do anything to calm the heated exchange still taking place inside your condo.

Your domestic dispute with Sukuna fiercely rages on.

Toji savors the last few puffs of his cigarette before discarding it and quickly lighting another. Chain smoking is his last salvation, lest the persistent urge to protect you completely overtakes him and causes him to act rashly.

The current state of the organization had suspicions at an all-time high. Toji couldn’t afford that considering who he was dealing with and what all could come in between the two of you should he err from the plan. 

Closing his eyes, Toji manages to regain control by doing the one thing that never failed to pacify him—thinking of you, of course. 

Both the sweet poison and the bitter antidote to Toji, you do nothing but constantly plague his psyche. 

But perhaps it’s that he knows you need him as much as he realizes he needs you. 

Over the course of time he had watched you, it didn’t take long for Toji to conclude that you only chose to remain with Sukuna for the security he provided. Preservation and the obligations of motherhood were the only logical motivations you could have.

It was glaringly apparent that Sukuna didn’t love you. 

Even a blind man could see the truth of it.

Sukuna only visited you on rare occasions, when yakuza business took him beyond the central city limits, as Toji’s own surveillance and connections had revealed. 

And whenever he did show up, it usually led to arguments between the two of you. If you had indeed loved Sukuna at one point you weren’t foolish enough to hold onto any of those illusions now. 

Moreover, the subject of illusions—Toji had been privy to having many fantasies of you.

Weathering away at the stone around his heart he strived his whole life to build—only to then rebuild once again after his late wife—addictingly sweet visions of you so swiftly demolish the walls he set in place.

Toji allowed himself many hopeful images of what life could be like with you. 

A life of ease. 

That said, it would never be too easy. 

Toji is still a yakuza himself and he knew the organization would never let him walk away entirely. 

Nevertheless, his role was somewhat unique—an executive assassin was almost unheard of. Toji took on as many kills as he did as a way to numb and distract himself, not because it was required of him or he couldn’t pass it off to another. And ever since he’d laid eyes on you he had no desire to busy himself with anything other than you.

Toji takes pleasure in knowing he wouldn’t ever have to be away from you for long too. 

As it happens, he already owns a spacious five-bedroom home just outside Tokyo in Chiba—the previous home he had hoped to share with his late wife. Toji had planned to surprise her with it once she left the hospital.

Yet instead of leaving the hospital with Megumi’s mother by his side, Toji had walked out alone. Numbed to the world, his hand had gripped the sleek black urn that had mockingly held her remains—along with his shattered hopes.

And as a result, no one had even crossed the threshold since the purchase was made.

But that would change though now that there would be the four of you to breathe life into the home.

Who else could give you that kind of life but Toji? 

Certainly not Sukuna.

Toji would give you everything if you let him—but you weren’t an easy conquest, something he learned quickly as you prove it to him time and time again.

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Toji recalls your second encounter with a sharpened clarity. It had taken him only two weeks to meticulously study your habits. The encounter had been carefully orchestrated, but despite his planning, the day hadn’t quite unfolded as Toji anticipated to say the least.

Parked down on the block of your typical walking path, Toji sat in his blacked-out Mercedes, keeping an eye on his rear-view mirror monitoring your approach. The mirror also showed Megumi, who was peacefully dozing in the backseat.

Heh, yeah he’d made damn sure to have the kid with him back then too.

Hardly older than 18 months and already a lady-killer, Megumi never failed to melt the heart of any woman who laid eyes upon his abundant chubby-cheeked cuteness. 

Not like Toji had ever really needed to expend the effort before now. He knew just a mere look from him could get panties leaking, but you’d be harder to conquer than that. 

Toji would enjoy taking his time, which if he thought about previously he would have deemed odd—he’d never been one to hold himself back or take his time with a woman.  

Not anymore. 

Not since her at least. 

But the agony that had accompanied thoughts of his late wife had dulled considerably since he’d first started observing you. 

A bonus of that being it no longer hurts as much to see Megumi—not when he would picture you rocking him in your arms.

Toji had even gone so far as to believe that she would have approved, that she would have liked you. He imagined she would have gladly chosen you to take care of both Megumi and him if she’d known you.

A familiar form appears in the rear-view mirror and Toji knows it’s game time.

Here you were, a reward for his diligence in tracking your habits, right on schedule.

Your features sparkled in the summer sun as you pushed Yuji along in his stroller, humming a tune while the child giggled along clapping. 

The kid’s bubbly deposition had to come from you, Toji decided—surely none of it could have come from, nor been influenced by, Sukuna. 

Toji wondered if you could even make a somber child like Megumi smile.

Biding in-wait until you passed, Toji snatched up Megumi and kept far enough distance so as to not alarm you of his presence. 

His original plan had been to exit the car as you passed by and walk into the store together. But that all changed when Toji got the first glimpse of what you were wearing. 

Toji would avoid being noticed by you, but your attire made it near impossible for him not to notice you.

The dress you wore was barely made modest enough to wear in public by the cardigan you draped over it. A less curvaceous woman could have likely pulled it off without turning a head.  

However on your body, the way the thin loose fabric hung off your shape as it clung onto the moist areas of perspiration like a second skin—was fucking obscene. 

Especially as despite your continued efforts, the crack of your ass kept gobbling up your sundress no matter how many times you subtly tried to yank it free.

Toji bet your ass could swallow his cock up just as well. 

Damn.

Toji wished the walkup to the store was longer. 

He’d never been one for prayer, but he would have started if whatever God deemed it fit right at that very moment to send an unanticipated gust of wind. 

Your lack of panty line had his mind racing as to whether you wore a thong or were just slutty enough to be outside bare-assed in a short sundress mid-afternoon.

The green of your sundress matched his eyes too and Toji took it as another sign from the universe, he was on the right path by pursuing you like this.

You were doing this intentionally just to tease him, weren't you? 

Hoping he’d see you like this and to tempt him into taking a peek, right?

Entering the grocery store, Megumi seated in-cart, Toji continued tailing you as you shopped.

True to the homemaker he previously confirmed you to be, you picked up mostly fresh produce, prime cuts of meat from the butcher, and some pantry baking items. 

You were capable of more than just the frozen dinners he’d be more accustomed to if not for his Nanny’s cooking. She was a decent enough cook too—but she wasn’t you. 

Nothing she cooked smelled a fraction as good as the mostly foreign, but appetizing, smells that wafted from under your door to fill the hall with warm spices.

The food you would make him, once Toji gets you settled in your new home, would definitely be much better. 

You were truly perfect, well nearly so.

After tailing you down a few aisles, Toji suspects the one minor flaw you may have is you appeared to be the absentminded type. 

How else could you be disregarding his overbearing presence as he continuously had put himself in your line of vision? Restlessness overtook Toji as he waited for you to look up and catch his eye, giving him a casual opening.

You had been too consumed with your phone to notice his attempts— which if he would guess, wouldn’t be successful anytime soon. 

Grumbling, Toji had to take matters into his own hands if he wanted to shop with you at all.

Easy enough too, you were already so carelessly distracted.

Momentarily taking his eyes off you, Toji calculated how long it would take you to reach the end of the aisle. So as you moved from one aisle to the next, he casually nudged his cart into your path, creating a T-bone collision that made it look like you were at fault for leaving the aisle.

The bang was jolting enough to finally draw your attention.

“OH MY GOD! I WASN’T WATCHING WHERE I WAS GOING! I’M SO SORRY– I-I …Fushiguro?!”

Heh, took ya long enough to notice. 

“Well, hey doll. Long time no see, ma.”

A flagrant lie. 

Toji had seen you nearly everyday—you just hadn’t seen him. 

He could tell you were flustered and embarrassed as multiple heads in the store had turned towards the two of you from the rattling collision. 

You couldn’t apologize enough to Toji who was on cloud nine from your attention focused on him.

And as Toji had predicted, your attention was soon stolen by the black spikey haired baby boy seated in his cart.

“Oh wow Fushiguro!!—” 

“—Toji, ma.”

A smirk bloomed across his features as you rolled your eyes at him, continuing your affections towards Megumi.

“—I remember you said you had a son but I didn’t know you had a little mini-me, he’s so adorable!”

Toji didn’t fail to notice the double—no triple, take you had given between himself and Megumi. 

He also couldn't help but see how your big ass tiddies looked—like they wanted to bounce right outta that sundress and into his mouth—as you bent down to get a closer look at Megumi. 

No bra too?

Oh, you’d surely be the death of him.

But Toji's cock wasn’t the only part of him swelling, his heart rate sped like crazy just from watching you fuss over Megumi so apologetically—much like a loving mom soothing her own child at the sight of him sniffling back tears. 

For a moment, Yuji’s giggling drew Toji’s attention as the boisterous kid seemed to think it was some sort of ride. Needing no comfort at all, Yuji merrily squealed with laughter at the impact, continuing to stuff rice puff snacks into his little face.

The distraction kept Toji from warning you not to pick up Megumi and before he Toji knew what was happening— you scooped Megumi up. Settling Megumi into your arms, Toji noted you cradled him with the same joy radiating from you as you did Yuji—and much to Toji’s shock—Megumi let you.

It went without saying that Megumi wasn't the friendliest kid. 

Toji suspected he had inherited that from him, along with his trademark scowl. The little terror was known to pitch a screaming fit if someone other than Toji or his nanny picked him up. 

However, in your hold, Megumi appeared calm—angel-like even—as far as Toji was concerned.

More curious than upset, Megumi's tears dried at the corners of his eyes as he reached out to gently bop your nose with his tiny fist.

“Aye! Manners, kiddo.”

Toji chides Megumi, but inside he is amazed by the interaction. 

Returning the gesture, you softly boop Megumi's nose with the pad of your finger, causing him to grab it in defiance, as you offered him softly whispered apologies for upsetting him.

This served to confirm in Toji’s mind the place you belonged in his life. 

He couldn’t be wrong about you. 

You were perfect.

Everything was aligning better than he could have hoped for.

“No harm done ma, Megumi can take a lick. Just like his daddy.” 

You shook your head at Toji and gently rubbed soothing circles on Megumi’s back, cooing at him.

“Oh? So you’re growing up strong like your daddy, huh, Megumi?”

Megumi tilted his head slightly, his thumb resting gently in his mouth.

“Just don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re smooth like he does.”

You shot Toji a teasing smirk, immediately resulting in a half chub pressed against his suit pants.

Now you were… teasing him? 

Oh, you had no fucking idea just how smooth Toji could be when he wanted. And Toji planned to put 3 more kids inside of you soon too, just as smoothly.

Those facts withstanding, Toji could tell his son hadn’t quite made up his mind about you yet. Megumi just blinked at you, but the fact that he wasn't screaming his head off was good enough for Toji.

“Don’t let the blank stare fool you, ma, he likes you. Trust, ya would know if he didn’t. Just takes him a while to warm up to most folks.”

You gave Toji another playful smile.

“Hmm, and wonder who he got that from?”

Primal urges surged in his veins as Toji wanted nothing more than to grab you in his arms at that moment, although Toji settled for countering with a smirk of his own.

“We’re not that bad ma—once you get to know us.”

Toji flashed a toothy grin at you, amused by the upward pull at the corners of your lips as you tried and failed, not to be entertained by him. 

You gently set Megumi back down in the cart, smoothing down his onesie and safely buckling him in before turning back to Toji.

“I’m sure Megumi is a perfectly sweet kid, who just needs to come into his own a bit.”

“Eh? And whadda ‘bout me, mamas?”

“The jury is still out on you—Fushiguro.”

“—Toji,” he corrected once again—and again you responded by rolling your pretty eyes under those long thick lashes of yours.

Oh, Toji had just the thing for that ass since you liked to roll your eyes back that much. 

Toji imagined how deeply they’d be lodged into your head once he stuffed you full of his fat cock—all in one go—effectively pushing your guts up into your chest. 

Yeah, he had it bad for you—real bad.

Unable to stop the many intrusive sexual thoughts that would spring in his mind just from being close enough to smell the scent of your sweet vanilla and jasmine perfume.

Yet Toji couldn’t let the chance pass to press his limits with you.

“So—How about ya give me y’er number so we can set up a playdate, eh? Since ya think Megumi’s such a sweet kid and all, mamas.” 

Caught off guard, you looked away from Toji in contemplation, chewing on your lip.

“Hm... I-I don't think that’s such a good idea, Fushiguro.”

You shift your stance a bit, taking on a defensive posture. 

Tch, fuck. You’d be harder to crack than Toji originally thought. 

Plus you seemed to still have some loyalty to Sukuna, even if you held no love for him.

But that was all fine, Toji calculates—a good thing even.

That just meant you would be all the more loyal to him once he did have you.  

Thinking on his feet, Toji subtly switches tactics, playing dumb as he lifts a brow.

“Toji, doll, but ya know what I do for work. Think I gots time to be babysitting brats? What, s’not a good idea for the nanny to bring Gumi by?”

“Oh! Of course the nanny! Yeah that’s fine, erm, that's… sorry. I thought—”

“—thought, what mamas? You tryna get a playdate with me too? ”

Toji couldn’t hold back his laughter as your eyes widened in shock. 

Embarrassment washed over you like a tsunami, intensified by Toji's teasing. You hid half your face with one hand while the other gripped the grocery cart handle so tightly that Toji half-expected it to snap off.

“Kiddin’ ma—lighten up a ‘lil eh? Ya left y’erself wide open for that one, doll.”

Sighing in defeat, you finally conceded to his charms, exchanging numbers with him solely so his nanny could coordinate the playdates.

“I see you think you got jokes, Fushiguro.”

Toji relished the win as your smile returned. 

“Ya know I do—and it's Toji, mama.”

With that shift, Toji was pleased to see you gradually lower your guard around him, the ice between you started to melt. You continued your shopping together, Toji casually picking up a few items, occasionally seeking your advice on what to feed Megumi.

Truth be told, he had no idea. The nanny always handled all the shopping.

Subtly taking the lead in the conversation, Toji casually provoked you into revealing more about yourself. Details he couldn’t piece together—like where you grew up, what your life was like before Japan and what brought you here—all which he cataloged meticulously in his mind. 

Toji wanted to ask how a smart girl planning to be a doctor with a full-ride exchange program scholarship to Tokyo University got knocked up by a dumb fuckhead like Ryomen Sukuna—but the very last thing he wanted you to think about when you were with him was Sukuna.  

However, each piece of information he learned of you convinced him more of how much he wanted you—

“Oh yeah, Fushiguro! Despite what you said, I actually managed to make a friend!”

–all to himself.

Tch, a fuckin’ friend?

Toji’s demeanor darkened, but you didn’t notice—too busy humming to yourself while checking apples for bruises in the produce section.

Not like this information came as a particular surprise to him, Toji's eyes narrowed as he could guess exactly who it was right away.

Toji had seen the tall raven-haired woman whose afternoon jogs in the park so-conveniently aligned with your walks with Yuji. You both would exchange pleasantries as she admired your son, and you her commitment to fitness, that you would say you never seemed to have the time for these days. 

Yet your interactions from what he had seen never ventured much beyond that. 

Although Toji would normally oblige you a few friends, having a friend here would complicate his plans.

The women of The Nursery up until now had done such a good job in isolating you all on their own without him having to lift a finger. Toji was relying on their catty caste system to ultimately drive you into his arms, as the only person you could rely on.

Toji couldn’t have one of them ruin that. 

He needed to know more about this ‘friend’ of yours. 

How well have you gotten to know each other? 

And in what ways?

The fact that this development happened right under his watchful eye, without him knowing the depth of it, had Toji cross to say the least.

Thankfully, your isolation had you starved for an attentive ear, so you were eager to spill your guts about your new friend to him. 

And as the good future husband he’d be to you, Toji was sure to listen now as he would in the future—or at least appear like he was most of the time.

“She’s new like me! Well, not new I suppose, but back for a stay here with her fiancé until things calm down due to all the commotion happening overseas now.”

So that woman did intend to leave. 

Good. 

The sooner the better so Toji’s own hand wouldn’t have to be forced and your little ‘friend’ could be spared. 

Toji couldn’t have anything or anyone coming in between the two of you—no matter the consequences from who they were.

“She doesn’t have any kids so I’ve been giving her tips and sharing how I dealt with Yuji this past year. She always seems to be busy though, so we haven’t really had the chance to really do anything—but she calls me often.”

Toji’s teeth clenched. 

They dared to make phone contact even?

And bad girl—you’d been so eager to give this stranger, who had no respect for boundaries, your number but you hesitated with him?

What did Toji need to do to show you he was the only one with your best interests in mind?

Toji was the only one you should have confided in and the only one you should trust.

“Heh, well isn’t that nice, ma.”

Toji would have to figure out how to deal with the problem of your new friend at a later time. He didn’t want to spend the fleeting moments he had remaining with you brooding, as it was sure to soon show on his face and sour the mood.

Pivoting the subject back to just the two of you, Toji inquired about the baked goods he’s still owed. He could tell you’d forgotten already, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity he had to taste your cooking. 

It would keep him sated long enough until he could actually taste you.

“Ya know, I usually don’t like sweets though.”

Toji told you when you asked his favorite dessert and you were genuinely determined you could bake him something he’d like.

“Hmm, you know I can make a mean fudge brownie! I make them with semi-sweet chocolate too. Plus, since I moved here I also cut some sugar and added matcha to the recipe, so they wouldn’t be too sweet. they are so gooey they melt in your mouth.”

“Heh, yeah—I bet you would too, ma.”

This time, you didn’t suppress your amused cackle as you shook your head and pushed your cart forward, still overall ignoring his persistent flirtations even if you were growing more comfortable with them.

Toji sensed the playful personality you’d kept tightly wrapped under all those layers from being with Sukuna, whose cruel sense of humor would only serve to crush yours. 

Toji couldn’t wait to be the one to fully draw it back out of you.

“Ugh—boy, you play too much, Fushiguro!”

Toji chuckled, pushing his cart along after yours—he could tell your cheeks were still burning though. 

“—Toji, ma.”

When you both finally reached the register, Toji checked out first, slyly sliding his card to cover your groceries as well.

You were completely unaware though, having left your cart with him in line while you rushed Yuji to the bathroom.

Yuji, being the growing boy that he was, had devoured his rice snacks too quickly and promptly spat them up all over himself.

Feeling smug in his chivalry, Toji anticipated seeing an even sweeter smile when you returned to find your groceries already paid for.

Yet, he’d seemingly made another miscalculation with you. 

As when you returned to see your groceries bagged and paid for, you kept Yuji in your arms as you placed your bags of groceries in the stroller itself, storming out without a word leaving behind a dumbfounded Toji.

Toji was more than puzzled as you seemed furious at the fact Toji had done what he deemed to be ‘a-nice-thing-any-woman- would-want’. 

The fuck happend?!

Shifting Megumi and own bag in his arms, Toji swiftly pursued you. 

“Oy, mamas!”

You ignored him but Toji wouldn’t give up on you easily, or at all truthfully. 

You didn’t realize that yet but Toji figured you must have gathered he was bullheaded enough to keep following you until you acknowledged him once you abruptly stopped and whipped around to face him.

“What, no ‘thank you’ f’er me, ma?”

Toji watched your nostrils flare as you angrily snapped at him.

“Thank you?!” 

God, you were beautiful—even pissed off. 

Toji knows he should be more focused on what you were saying in the moment, as you heatedly  gave him a piece of your mind. However, Toji zoned out momentarily, unable to quiet his internal thoughts that screamed to him how pretty you were with your brow furrowed and cheeks puffed in indignation. 

“... and furthermore you think you can just buy me, is that it?! That just because I have to rely on Sukuna and accept living in a building full of side hoes to give Yuji a comfortable life that I’ll just giggle and go along with anything like the rest of those bitches?!”

Shit. 

You were actually pissed. 

Ah fuck. 

Toji had greatly underestimated your self-worth. Once again, you proved him wrong—and once more, that pleased him. It further highlighted how you were in fact a pearl among The Nursery pigs.

“Uh, Fuck mamas, er–I-I…no–”

Yet you proved to be such a wildcard that you had Toji of all people stuttering as he scrambled to find the right words to appease you.

“—then what?! Say something!”

Toji had to think fast. 

He could see how it looked bad now, but in a rare form from his usual nature, Toji’s intentions had been honest. Toji just really wanted to show you he had the means and could take care of you—not to buy you. 

Nonetheless, Toji really only had himself to blame as he’s sure you’ve heard of his far less than pious reputation. 

Ostracized or not, the bougie women of The Nursery were terrible gossips and he was sure you’d overheard plenty less than savory information about him. 

Of course, with all things considered, you’d assume the worst of him.  

But Toji had never even bothered to learn any of those bitches names, much less buy them anything—they would give him gifts.

In this situation though, to quell your anger and regain your favor, Toji devised a quick lie, hoping it would smooth things over.

“Tch,” he began, scratching the back of his head and awkwardly looking away from you.

He had to be sure to sell it. 

“No, it’s just ah, the guy—er, the teller. He assumed we were together.” 

Toji shifted his stance, readjusting a drowsy Megumi in his arms.

“So, you told him we were…?” 

You raised a brow, huffing but you didn’t seem as angry as before. Toji saw your eyes soften a bit, distracted by a cute lil yawn from Megumi who sleepily burrowed his face deeper into his shoulder.

Good kid, lookin out for y’er old man, aye Gumi?

Seeing how Megumi was disarming you, Toji knew this was his chance at redemption. Like a gentle giant, Toji’s large hand dwarfed his son’s small head with affection pats—an action he had picked up from observing you.

“Not exactly—but I supposed it looked that way, ma. What with the kids n’ya leaving all y’er shit with me n’all. Easier to just pay then explain.”

Toji continued before you could say anything, seeing as you didn’t look quite convinced.

“Trust me, from all of what you told me today, I know ya can take care of y’erself mamas… even if you are with that asshole.”

You regarded Toji with a scrutinizing gaze for all of a minute, yet that minute felt like hours to him. 

He couldn’t remember feeling this uneasy ever—and being in the Yakuza put him in several situations in the past he thought he wouldn’t make it out of. 

“Fine,” you resigned with a sigh, “It’s whatever then.” 

Seeing that you had set aside the words you originally intended to scold him with, Toji felt that this was the best possible outcome he could have hoped for.

Well shit, bullet dodged.

“Uh yeah, well…I’ll see you around then Fushiguro—”

Toji couldn’t just let you leave like this, on uneasy terms with your frustration still evident.

“—Wait ma!”

And even more so as Toji stopped you once again.

“Look…I ain’t too big to admit I fucked up, mamas. Let me make it up to ya, yeah? Give ya a ride back so ya don’t hafta walk back in this heat?”

Toji knew you wanted to reject his offer out of pride, but he was serious now—there was no fuckin’ way he was gonna let you walk back. 

Your load of groceries was way more than your usual trips, and on top of carrying Yuji, a sizable boy for his age, your purse and pushing the stroller would turn a 15 minute walk into a 25 minute one easily. 

The scorching summer sun perched high at its peak at this time of day and the thick, near suffocating, humidity could easily turn to heat exhaustion—especially for a young toddler.

He knew you knew that too.

You’d have to accept, per Toji’s calculations.

And you did.

“Okay, why not...” 

Yet the reluctance was clear in your voice. 

The ride back began uneventfully, yet the calm atmosphere inside the car was tinged with awkwardness. 

Megumi was snoozing in his car seat, while Yuji sat on your lap in the passenger seat. 

Despite the lingering tension, Toji could see the relief on your face. The transition from the sweltering heat to the cool comfort of his air-conditioned Mercedes had clearly brought you much-needed respite.

The domesticality of it all was something Toji didn’t realize he would miss as much as he did, and it pissed him off that it was something Sukuna of all people had and took for granted. 

However, when Toji glanced over at you, he tightened his grip on the wheel with both hands.

Your actions were purely innocent as you entertained Yuji, bouncing him on your knees. However, the movement caused your sundress to lift and bunch damn near to your hips. 

Toji swore he could feel the steering wheel crack under his grip as he fought the urge to slide a hand onto your thigh, or at minimum over his soon-to-be-bricked-up cock. 

Fuck. Get it together. 

But there was nothing Toji could have done to stop his dissociative daydreams, which had grown increasingly vivid since laying eyes on you, from consuming him. 

The sleek hardness of the leather steering wheel morphed to be malleable like the inner flesh of your thighs. Toji gripped the wheel tighter, which only made the visualization of how soft your skin would be in contrast to the texture of his calloused hand more apparent. The same hand which would so graciously sink into the warm plush of your skin with reassuring squeezes. 

Finally, Toji would also get his answer as to whether or not you had been wearing panties. Toji’s wandering hand would only need to travel up the tiniest bit higher to press his knuckles right against your core.

And when it came down to it, whether you had them on or not mattered little to Toji—regardless of the result, he still intended to bully his thick middle knuckle directly into your clit. 

Toji would take satisfaction in keeping his main attention on the road as he engaged you in casual conversation—all the while drawing slow absentminded circles around your bud. He would only pause if he felt the lil’ thing swell up enough—to the point where the soft clicking sounds from your slick could be heard if there wasn’t music playing. 

He’d edge you with subtle, yet incessant, pleasure all the way home. Seeing just how much of his teasing your messy cunt could handle.

Toji's mind was stuck so badly in-between your thighs that he’d actually been caught off guard when you finally broke the silence, eagerly asking about his playlist as “How Do U Want It” pumped through the car speakers. 

And that's how Toji managed to worm his way back into your good graces.

You seemed genuinely surprised to discover he was also a fan of ’90s hip-hop when he told you he was. 

Of course, being a fan of ’90s hip-hop wasn’t a lie—but he had heard this particular song playing from your apartment before, so he made sure to add it to a playlist for whenever he’d be able to get you into his car. 

Much to Toji’s enjoyment, before long you were laughing again as he attempted—very, very poorly—to rap along to some of the lyrics in English. 

Pleased to have won you back over, Toji purposely missed at least two turns just to keep you in his car a bit longer.

If the day had ended there, he would have considered it a win. 

But, of course, with his luck, things would prove to be anything but victorious.

Naturally, once you both returned, Toji carried your bags upstairs. However, that didn’t stop him from playfully teasing you.

Toji joked that—‘Miss Independent didn’t want him paying for her groceries, but she sure as hell didn’t mind him carrying them’—and was rewarded again with the soft snorts of your laughter.

It’s not like you didn’t have your hands full though, cradling both Megumi and Yuji, who were now fast asleep—one on each of your shoulders.

It was…cute.

Fuck, when even was the last time Toji even thought something was cute? 

You were cute though, especially with the kids. 

That he didn’t mind admitting. 

Toji regretted that he didn't snap a picture of the moment. He knew it would likely be over soon.

Heh, maybe it didn’t have to be though.

With both boys asleep in your arms, Toji considered the likelihood of coaxing you to invite him in. You’d surely need help carrying both Yuji and your bags inside—but he didn’t want to push his luck, especially after he had already majorly fucked things up with you once today.

Although, Toji realized you wouldn’t need any convincing when you looked at him with a kind smile that reached all the way into your bright eyes. That was all the encouragement he needed to step across the threshold, technically uninvited, as he held the door open for you.

Toji would have entered too, had the energy not immediately shifted. 

“—and just what the fuck is this?”

Motherfucker.

Down the hallway, Sukuna had since stepped out of the elevator with his right hand, Uraume, close behind. Sukuna appeared already agitated, barking rushed orders over the phone. 

But Sukuna abruptly ended the call the moment he saw Toji about to enter the condo with you. And as if he owned the entire building himself, Sukuna exuded obnoxious dominance in every stride as he approached. 

Toji may have outranked him but Sukuna rivaled Toji in both size and presence, sauntering over to loom behind you with an unmistakable air of possessiveness.

Tch, Sukuna shouldn’t even be here. 

Toji had miscalculated—a rare miscalculation, but a big one nonetheless—what he gets, he supposed, for trusting a less than meticulous intel source. 

According to his, now incorrect intel, Sukuna was supposed to be in Shinjuku at headquarters. The fact that he was here, interfering with his time he had so meticulously planned with you, infuriated Toji. 

Shit—he hadn’t wanted Sukuna to see you two together just yet.

Despite Toji being unable to hide his disdain, he offered a respectful nod to Sukuna, as was customary between fellow upper-ranked yakuza. 

Sukuna returned the gesture in-kind, along with a smug grin that had plastered itself across his face.

Tension saturated the air and Toji noticed that your once-gentle smiles had faded, replaced by wary glances exchanged between him and Sukuna. 

Toji’s hand causally brushed yours as you carefully handed Megumi back to him before you faced Sukuna.

He noticed you running the spot on your hand where your skin had touched.

Did you also feel the electricity between the two of you burn your skin?

Toji had.

“If I knew you were coming, you could have picked me up from the store, Ryo! Then I wouldn’t have had to be a bother to Fushiguro...”

You could never be a bother to Toji.

Looking you over, Toji scrutinized your every movement. He knew you were merely trying to shift focus and keep the peace—but to do it for him? 

After everything today, and how he unintentionally put his foot in his mouth with his actions?

Were—were you falling for him, already?

The slightly strained smile on your face still looked sweet enough, and Toji might have mistaken it for genuine—if not for the real warmth you’d shown him just moments before Sukuna’s arrival. 

You really had saved your smiles just for him, isn’t that right mama?

Toji’s heart beats wildly at the thought, however his good temperaments were greatly diminished as he noted how the light in your eyes dimmed.

Seeing you shrink yourself to answer to Sukuna, no matter how insignificant—pissed him off.

Well, at least thanks to him, you wouldn’t have to suffer Sukuna much longer.

As Toji had expected, Sukuna didn’t try to suppress his asshole-like nature, even towards you. Your attempted olive branch had been rebuffed by the heavy hand on your shoulder. It was evident Sukuna was unconcerned with your excuses as he focused solely on Toji.

“Ah Fushiguro, I see you’ve met my son and his mother.”

Even though Sukuna had failed to give you a title, the intent behind his words and demeanor was unmistakable: 

Sukuna owned you.

So that's how it is, eh? 

Toji couldn’t say he was surprised.

Although his possessive nature wasn't driven by affection for you, Sukuna simply never liked to share his toys.

Sukuna must have thought you were just another plaything for Toji, well aware of what Toji got up to typically at The Nursery, 

Eh, and were you any other woman, Sukuna would have been right. 

But you were never toy to Toji, he wanted much more than just to fuck you, even before he realized it himself. 

Toji would be lying if he said that he wasn’t looking forward to that too though. 

“Heh, we’ve already had our introductions before, isn’t that right…?” 

Toji was pleased by the flushed, wide-eyed expression on your face when he dared to address you by your first name—just as he was pleased that Sukuna’s smirk faltered into a scowl at Toji’s bold familiarity with you.

Toji mainly did it to piss Sukuna off. However seeing you flustered, knowing he could have an effect on you even in front of Sukuna, had been a much sweeter treat. 

“Oh? Then she must know not to pay heed to old roosters who are now forced to spend more time in the hen house than running the farm these days. Although, a rooster who cannot crow effectively is of little use anywhere else, I suppose.”

Toji’s expression held firm onto the casual smugness he wore, but inside he was boiling. 

Toji knew exactly what Sukuna was referring to.

Since his late wife passed, Toji had been only sent for specialized jobs that required his immense powerhouse abilities. Although he could easily air out a room of 20 men, Toji was considered to be more of a loose cannon than ever before.

Simply not caring—Toji took his anger out on more than just his targeted kills with no second thoughts given to the collateral damage of the environment he was in nor the civilian casualties around. Thus Toji made the damage control messier and harder on the organization in cases where more precision was needed. 

Some would have called that a liability and had him dealt with, yet the bigger liability still would be trying to ‘deal with’ Toji in the first place. 

Many had tried over the years for one reason or another—and it had been a guaranteed death sentence every time too. 

Regardless, Toji had remained dog loyal to the organization though, with little care for power or status, even though it came to him anyway. 

As long as he was paid, Toji had been content—and in turn, so had the organization. 

This resulted in Toji mostly being able to do as he pleased, even when he went a little rogue at times. 

“Rooster, eh—”

Toji knew Sukuna’s condescending smug attitude stemmed from the special privileges he’d been given to sit in on the executive meetings to solve the current unrest of having to do with whatever old fuck of an executive had gotten himself offed.

Regardless, it could still be seen as a loss of status not being in those meetings.

More importantly—Toji’s rogue behaviors could easily be manipulated into a target on his back should Sukuna assert he’d been a part of the internal treason.

Toji knew he had to tread cautiously with Sukuna, but Toji still did not feel threatened in the least.

“—I’d like to think of myself here as more of a fox though, it suits me better don’t ya think?” 

Toji’s gaze had briefly met your own, and you quickly turned away, his grin growing even wider.

But then again, if Sukuna wanted to think Toji was down and out—Toji would let him. 

It would work to Toji’s advantage in the long run with securing you as his anyway. 

Toji wasn’t worried as he had nothing to do with that old geezer getting wacked and he was glad they’d left him out of it.

Besides, Sukuna being brought into the inner circle could have just as easily been a way to keep a closer watch on him. After all, Sukuna wasn’t an executive—and while Toji was, his role was to eliminate threats, not uncover them. It made more sense for Toji to stay away than for Sukuna to be involved at all.

All which was a net win for Toji, as he found himself with more opportunities to spend time with you, while the organization conveniently kept Sukuna occupied.

With a swift, smooth motion, Toji bent down to retrieve the stray apple that had rolled from your grocery bag. He polished it against his suit jacket before handing it back to you with a sly smile.

“Ya know, I am just next door lil’ hen. This ol’fox is still capable of being a good neighbor. I’ll always have plenty of sugar for you too, should you ever find yourself in need…”

Toji turns to Sukuna.

“...Especially since Sukuna has his hands full on the upper levels of the farm these days, eh? S’a wonder at all how ya manage to visit the hens on this floor too.”

Toji watched with amusement as your eyes widened at the blatant innuendos given right in front of Sukuna, who merely was left growling as his cell audibly and persistently vibrated.

Sukuna deemed the call more important than the coded banter with Toji, as he all but dragged you and Yuji into the condo—leaving the groceries for Uraume to bring in.

Although he had won the battle of the day, Toji regretted his actions later that evening when he inevitably lost the war.

Sukuna made sure to let it be known Toji lost too, as Sukuna had fucked you against the adjoining wall of the master bedroom so hard the entire wall shook.

Your pained yet pleasure-filled moans seeped through the thick insulation of the walls.

Using you like you were just one of his toys, Sukuna was quite literally pounding the point home that you belonged to him with every forceful quake.

Point taken, but what angered Toji more was Sukuna was being too rough with you.

Toji could have sworn he heard you plead for Sukuna to slow down and the irony of his concern was not lost on Toji. 

Toji was never known for being a particularly gentle lover himself, but your body had been through enough—you’re a mother now. 

You deserved better than the careless treatment of some cheap plastic fuck doll. 

Nevertheless, despite the roughness, it was clear from the diluted moans through the insulation—you had liked it.

Sukuna was still making you cum. 

And oh god, did Toji ever want to prove to your precious pussy that his thick inches would fuck her even harder if that’s what she asked of him.

Toji had to repress a frustrated groan when he realized he was painfully hard. 

Your damped cries had Toji palming himself for relief before he even knew what he was doing.

Yet for all the perverse arousal he felt, Toji did feel some semblance of guilt. 

His taunting of Sukuna ensured that this punishment was a lesson for the both of you.

But—Fuck. 

Toji couldn’t deny his sadistic side.

He was a killer after all. 

Even the distressed tremor of your euphoric moans sounded absolutely heavenly to him, and it wasn’t long before Toji fumbled with his own belt to drag out his heavily leaking cock. 

Thick humid breaths left Toji as he hissed from having thumbed off the viscous pre-gathering on his redden tip. 

Toji slowly spread it down his pulsing length, shuddering. 

His frustrations at not being the one touching you—not being the one making you shiver and moan, are only rivaled by his frustration of this being the first time he’s had any real fire in his loins since he’s met you.

The fierce desire to cum was overtaking his more rational brain or self-control as he’d hadn’t been this hard in weeks, even when he’d rub one out from watching old security footage of you.

Wanting any semblance of contact, Toji placed his free hand on the wall—on the exact spot he imagined Sukuna had your cheek pressed against. 

With closed eyes, Toji pictured himself cupping your face, thumb smoothing away any stray hairs or tears while he is the one thrusting into you, filling you.

His large hand encompassed his length while he thrusted into his rough palm, faster now that the speed of the thumping had increased—signaling Sukuna was close to finishing you.

Swallowing a frustrated roar, your muted cries for Sukuna through the wall brought Toji out of his fantasies and back to the harsh reality that Sukuna was the one balls deep in your tight milf pussy—while he was only in his own hand.

Nevertheless, Toji was determined to cum and even more so, determined to soon be the one making you scream in pleasure. 

If you were this loud now—you’d be much louder on his cock. 

Toji leaned in even closer, resting his head on his forearm against the wall, the wall that still shuddered with the force of Sukuna ruthlessly rearranging your guts. 

Forcing himself to dissociate once more, so he could finish—Toji squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he bit his lip to the point of drawing blood. In the daydream, in Toji’s mind, it wasn’t the coarse skin of his palm that stroked his cock but the silky, wet heat of your cozy lil’ cunt. 

Toji convinced himself that the sloshing noises that rang throughout his bedroom were from him stretching your pussy to his shape as his fat tip slammed against your cervix— and not from the embarrassing amount of pearlescent fluid spilling over his hand. 

He hadn’t even cum yet—a testament to how backed up he truly was. 

Toji should have been ashamed at the way his girth had pulsed in his palm, but he was so close, and so determined to finish with you, there was no room for ego.

Picking up speed to nearly the point of chafing, Toji jerked his cock feverishly. Toji came when he heard the loudest moan yet vibrate through the wall, and the banging had ceased with a final jarring shake. 

Rolling back his eyes, Toji released his load all over the wall of his master bedroom, finally sated. Toji had allowed himself to release a strangled groan of relief, once he believed you both were no longer near the wall.

Panting and half-delirious with euphoric release, Toji’s eyes followed the trail of his thick cum splatter slowly trickling down the wall as his once engorged cock deflated in his hand. 

With a curled lip and narrowed-in eyes, the white fluid turns red in his mind’s eye. 

A dark chuckle escaped his lips and Toji fantasized what it would be like to put a slug right between Sukuna’s eyes. Toji’s large load pooled onto the floor in a similar fashion to how Sukuna’s brains would leak, spilling out as it also formed a similarly morbid pool of fluids.

Yet even despite his more ruthless inclinations, upon inhaling a deep breath, Toji felt an unfamiliar zen wash over him.

Killing was just business to Toji, and he couldn’t recall the last time the thought of offing someone had brought him this much pleasure or any semblance of peace.

Yet the fact revealed itself to him then, in that moment—the truth that he’d kill everyone in this goddamn organization for you if that's what it took.

Toji knew Sukuna wasn’t one of those cowardly fucks who would just roll over while someone moved in on his woman either, so Toji would likely be forced to kill him should Sukuna ever find out his true plans for you. 

Toji sighs reluctantly—it was just a mere fantasy.

Not that he gave two fucks what would happen to Sukuna, but killing him would only fan the flames and might even cause an all-out internal war within the organization. 

A war that as the top assassin, he’d be expected to quell with force—for god knows how long.

Ultimately, that would mean a loss for Toji too.

The more involved with the organization he was, the less time he’d get with you.

Brute force was never the ideal way to deal with someone like Sukuna, and it would be better for everyone if you seemingly left him of your own accord. 

But what other choice did he have? 

He’d do what it took to get you at the end of the day.

And while these complications may have deterred a younger Toji, you, as well as the challenge itself, breathed new life into his aging bones.

That life extended into all areas of his current one. Even the usually reserved Megumi had become less quiet and more responsive to Toji with his changed demeanor and increased presence around The Nursery.

You didn’t even know how much you were fixing his life even if you were only on the outskirts of it now. 

You had made him better—so in turn, he would give you better.

Toji had no real interests, hobbies, nor friends. 

Your moving-in had been the most exciting thing that had happened to him since she had been alive and Toji had lived the last year of his life on autopilot—but no more. 

Now that he had something, well, someone that made him feel energized once again. 

⟡

The familiar trill of a cell phone—one of the many burners he used for his yakuza dealings—pulls Toji out of his thoughts once again.

His lip curls in annoyance at the person on the line.

This is why Toji likes working alone. 

Others were not only liabilities, but they were rarely ever self-sufficient. 

Always wanting to ‘check-in’ and ‘confirm the plan’, rather than just taking the damn action themselves like they were supposed to. 

But alas, the task of getting rid of Sukuna was something Toji knew he couldn’t do alone, he needed the intel source, even if they were unreliable at best. 

Toji answers the call, but keeps it brief with his clipped replies.

By the time it ended, he was already scoffing, indifferent to the voice still speaking on the other end as he cut the call short and hung up as soon as he got the info he needed. 

Shoving the phone into his back pocket, Toji sparks another cigarette.

His 'partner' had so kindly reminded him of the loose ends he still needed to tie up.

But that could wait. 

For now, Toji remained where he was, stationed on his balcony—ready to stay out here all night for the small chance you may need him.

©𝐛𝐥𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐟𝐱, 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

⟢ end credits: please comment, like and reblog and lmk what you think! I'd really appreciate the feedback as this fic has been my baby working on it.

i will likely end up completing another work while i work on episode 3 as my adhd ass usually needs to break it up in order not to get writers block and unlike e2 i had only done the outline so far, so if i post something else in the meantime just know i'm still working on episode 3!

[shrikeseams]

I will see your headcanon and raise you-- a chunk of soul is what makes it possible to co tain or replicate the ~light~, because every Eru-created being contains a fragment of the imperishable flame that is the common point of origin for that light. Like the imperishable flame is a bonfire, and elves and etc are like candles lit from that common flame- a shared origin but each is complete unto itself because that's how fire works. And the silmarils are another fire lit from Feanor's own flame.

So the silmarils not only contain a chunk of Feanor's soul, but are not actually derivative from the Trees except in the sense that Feanor wouldn't have thought about making something like them if he hadn't witnessed the trees, and they share a point of origin at a higher level. So instead of the silmarils descending from the Trees, they'd more like second cousins.

The corollary here is that similarly, Galadriel's Phial does not contain the light of a silmaril! It's actually made of her own portion of the flame, and soul, and possibly her memories of Treelight. Up to you whether she knows this or not.

Hc: feanor accidentally (?) incorporated pieces of his fëa into the Silmarils

Think about it for a moment.

What would it contribute to? His descent into madness? His fierce and dangerous love for the Silmarils?

Did being parted from them make feanor less somehow, much like how sauron in the third age was less without the ring?

Feanor’s sons of born of his fëa; parts of him are inadvertently within them as well, so would feanor (alone) swearing the oath have somewhat bound them to it as well? Even if they had not also sworn? Wouldn’t they still have felt that same pull?

[marte-14]

"Hello, sleepyhead"

Context:

"Look!"

The last portal brought them in the middle of an unknown forest. They have been exploring for a few days, without seeing traces of civilization, until now.

Hyrule has spotted a stone archway, almost entirely covered by the vegetation:" Maybe it's the entrance to a dungeon."

Without losing time Legend and Wind start to cut through the plants that cover the entrance, getting inside first.

"Uff..." The veteran puts away his sword, disappointment on his face:" It's only one room..."

Time observes the room quickly:" Check for secret passages. If it's just a room, we can at least rest here for the night."

"I think this place is a tomb." Wars adds, noticing the small altar at the other end of the room:" Probably of a sage..." He adds:" That is Hylia's crest. It would make sense."

Four studies the inscription under the crest:" I think that this is Sky's Hylian!"

"We must be in your Hyrule then, or at least close to your time." Wild shrugs:" Or we are in a random time and this place is just well preserved."

They start to theories in which Era they might be, but Sky isn't listening.

He got closer to the tomb, to read the inscription. Since they entered this place, he had a feeling.

Not a bad feeling. When he entered he felt warmth fill his heart, love and adoration. Familiar feelings, that always make Zelda come to mind.

Now he understands why.

Sky is frozen in place, holding his breath in shock, tears burning his eyes.

Twilight soon notices that something is wrong:" Sky?" He calls, without receiving an answer:" Link? Is everything alright?"

The others take notice of the situation, turning in silence to their brother.

Sky gasps, a sob comes out of his throat:" T-this is-" he raises a trembling hand, to touch those words. To feel them. To make sure they are real.

Here lies Zelda the First.

Hylia reincarnated.

Beloved wife, mother, daughter and ruler.

"I-It's-" he can finish the phrase because, as soon as his hand touches the cold stone, a bright warm light explodes in the room. Blinding him.

"Hello, sleepy head."

Sky hears her voice. The one he dreams of every night, as his heart cries alone.

He opens his eyes in shock:" Zelda?!"

Her face right in front of his, a bright smile as she literally is bright as the Sun.

"I was wondering if you would find this place during this journey." Her hand caresses his check, it isn't physical but Sky can feel its warmth.

Tears began to fall like waterfalls:" Don't cry my beloved." Sky takes her and in his, it's just energy but he holds it tightly.

"Zelda-" Sky can only utter out.

He misses her so much. They still haven't been to his Era, he hasn't seen her in months.

Seeing her face now is bringing so much joy in him, but finding her tomb instead of her at home is quite upsetting.

Sky is so overwhelmed, he doesn't know what to say.

"Link, my dear. Don't worry, I am still back home waiting for you and taking care of our loftwings."

Sky chokes one sob out:" You will come back to me soon. We will have our whole life and eternity ahead of us." Sky nods, in his head promising to make Zelda's words true.

"I love you, my sleepyhead."

"I-I love you too, my Sun."

Zelda places her lips on his in a light kiss, before dissolving.

Her warm presence is still in the room, enveloping the heroes with her divine protection.

[heauxvibez]

Make A Movie

Warning: Smut (+18)

Baby, we don't need no script (Script) for this (For this) I'ma throw a couple thousand, baby, strip (Strip) for this (For this) Let me pull my camera out and make a (Movie, yeah) Starrin' (You and me, yeah)

Roman’s grip tightened on your face, his fingers pressing firmly into your cheek as he forced your gaze into the camera’s unblinking eye. He stood tall behind you, his bare chest brushing against your bare back, while you were positioned in front of the dresser. His black, wavy locs dangled over your shoulder, the ends lightly tickling your skin, adding an unexpected layer of pleasure. The soft, coconutty scent of shea moisture clung to his hair, filling your nostrils with a familiar, comforting fragrance that you loved because you also tended to use the same hair product.

You inhaled deeply, savoring it. His face was also nestled deep in your thick, curly 4b/4c fro, smelling that familiar scent of coconut. The soft coils brushed against his cheek as he moved, trying to maneuver around your hair. But even as he shifted, his lips brushing your ear, you could feel the smile tugging at his mouth. He loved the feel of your curls—how they surrounded him, a constant reminder of one of the many reasons he fell in love with you in the first place. The texture, the beauty, the wildness of them—it was all part of you, and it drove him wild.

Normally, in moments like this, your eyes would wander to your reflection, looking for his eyes in the mirror, enjoying the way he watched you. But tonight that wasn't the case—tonight, you were staring straight into the lens of a camera he’d proudly bought over the weekend.

He had gone on and on, boasting about the crystal-clear resolution, the sharpness of the image, and the way it captured even the smallest detail. You assumed he had purchased it for family gatherings, for special occasions, to create lasting memories. But now, it was clear—the memories he wanted to create weren’t the ones shared at celebrations. No, he wanted to capture every nuance of this moment. The deep richness of your melanin skin, glowing under the soft light. The way your eyes glistened as you silently begged for more, the camera drinking in every flicker of desperation. He wanted it all—the sharp clarity of your moans, how the sound of your voice would tremble and rise, your gasps and breaths recorded in perfect unison. The sighs, the whimpers, every surrendering sound was meant to be preserved, etched into the flawless quality of this new toy he was so proud of.

Your hands pressed flat against the cool surface of the black wooden dresser, fingers splayed wide as you struggled to stay still. The hand holding your cheek worked hard to keep you focused on the camera while the other—free from its task of forcing you to submit—was busy teasing your nipple, rolling it between his fingers with a touch that made your pussy throb with a crazy ache.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Roman was a craftsman who had learned all the ways to unravel you. He was cold and calculated, you could feel it with every brush of his fingers. He had watched the way you responded—the slight arch of your back, the soft gasps that escaped your lips when he touched the right spot. He could damn near bring you to insanity, making you drip with need, but he always kept you right there, hovering on the edge of sweet release.

The way his fingers teased your bud made your breath get lost in your throat, and your body trembled from all the emotions that you felt. He grinned as he felt your reaction, knowing that with every flick and tug, your body was begging him for more.

"You love this, don’t you? Love being right here, just about to break."

And it was true. You were soaked, every nerve tingled, with the feeling of being so close yet so far from release. But you knew he loved it too. Teasing you until your body was as wet as the ocean, leaving you desperate and shaking. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure for him though. As we all know, he thrived on controlling you, on watching you fall apart piece by piece under his touch.

But he also understood your love for submitting to him. He tended to you with all his might, fulfilling your wants and needs in ways that left you feeling cherished. Physically, mentally, emotionally, even financially—he cared for you in all the ways that mattered, even though you didn’t need him to. You carried your own weight, having a successful career, independent and more than capable. But something was irresistible about knowing you didn’t have to do it all alone. Just knowing that he was there, ready to support you without question, made you want to give yourself to him completely.

It wasn’t just his actions; it was the way he did it. The way he made you feel safe and seen, while still allowing you the freedom to be strong. That kind of devotion—selfless, yet confident in his role—was a complete turn-on. Pussy completely wet without question. It made you look forward to the moment when you could submit entirely, offering him everything he could ever ask for, knowing that he would take care of you in return.

The thought of it made you sigh deeply, in the best way of course—the idea of giving him all of you, letting him guide you, because you knew in your heart that you were safe in his hands. It was what made intimate moments special. He knew how much you craved his words, how much you needed to be talked through it, pushed toward the edge while he whispered in your ear. You wanted to be teased, denied, and kept in that delicious state of frustration, only to have him edge you over and over again. And when you could hardly take it any longer, when your body was shaking, he would finish you completely, making you surrender every single piece of yourself to him.

"Tell the camera what you want," he growled dangerously, his hand tightening around your nipple, the sensation somehow simultaneously sharp and sweet. While his other hand slid from your jaw to your throat, his fingers wrapping around you with just enough pressure to make you gasp. You could barely think, let alone speak, "Tell the camera how much you love it when I tease you. When I make you beg for it."

Your body was damn near burning, crying out for release, but you knew he wouldn’t give it to you until you asked for it—until you begged. And even then, he’d make you wait, because that’s how he controlled you, how he made you submit completely. He loved to hear the desperation in your voice, to see the way your body shook, and to know that he held all the power.

“I love it,” you gasp, your voice shaky and breathless as your body quivers. “Fuck, I love when you do this to me… when you make me beg for you.” The words tumble from your lips, barely a whisper as you could hardly form the words.

“Please Roman, I need you..so fucking bad..”

His hand slid lower, fingers trailing from your neck to your other breast savoring the way your body trembled under his touch. You could feel his body heat behind you, his scent and his presence wrapping around your senses. The breaths you took felt heavy, your lips parting as your gaze remained fixed on the camera.

"Look at you," Roman murmured in your ear. His right hand now pulling behind you to travel down the curve of your spine, resting on your waist as he pulled you back against him. His grip was strong, and you were caught between the camera’s cold, silent witness and his touch. "The camera loves you. I love watching you like this."

The camera’s lens seemed to drink in every bead of sweat forming on your brow and the goosebumps on your skin as Roman’s hands explored you. His fingers traced the contours of your hips before slipping between your thighs, teasingly slow. You gasped softly, your voice trembling into the quiet of the room.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your back. "I want you to make the kind of sounds this camera will never forget." he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You could barely hold back a moan as his fingers pressed deeper, setting a pace that left you breathless. Your body responded helplessly, hips rocking back toward him, wanting more contact. The camera captured it all—your movements, the flicker of need that crossed your face, the sounds that fell from your lips. Everything. And that's exactly what he wanted.

"There you go, that's Daddy's sweet girl.."

Leaning in closer, his mouth traced the sensitive skin of your neck. His fingers quickened their rhythm, and your fingers held on tighter to the dresser if that was even a possibility.

You whimpered his name, the tension coiling tighter inside you. Roman pressed closer, his lips brushing the delicate skin just beneath your ear, as your body arched against him, his muscles melting into the grooves of your own.

"That's it, let it all out." he coaxed, "Show the camera exactly how much you want it."

Roman's fingers played you like an instrument, and with every stroke, every flick, he pulled a new sound from you. Your world blurred as his words sank in, pushing you further into bliss. The sound of your moans filled the room and your gasps were captured perfectly by the camera's mic—your whimpers echoing in the silence. Roman's fingers pressed deep into your pussy, curling and grazing every part of your pussy that made you want to crumble and curl into a ball. You cried out, your pussy contracting around his fingers soaking them into the slick juices that he typically loved coating his tongue in.

As your body trembled in the aftermath, Roman leaned closer, "Perfect," he whispered, "Exactly what I wanted."

The camera blinked its final red light, sealing this moment. It was more than just a scene—it was a movie, starring only you and him.

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Aw, this was better in my head lol

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[amarynthian-chronicles]

Do you remember the stars?

Sebastian Solace x Reader

"You have been making questionable choices regarding your inventory lately. What is this nonsense? It only takes up precious space."

Sebastian had stolen the little bundle of photographs from your person, visibly upset with your unforgivable crime of permitting yourself the mistake of carrying such sentimental things.

You pouted at him.

"Practical value is not the only thing that matters to me, Seb. Give those back."

"These are a distraction that will get you killed. I am not allowing this. You will focus on your missions and the preservation of your life. I do not want to find your corpse for the umpteenth time because of this tomfoolery."

"Somebody is very worried about me, I see. Have I found a home in your heart, Seb? Or did I create a new heart in the place of the old one that had disappeared ages ago?"

"Such an abysmal tragedy that you cannot conjure a new brain for yourself, while you are at it, my beloved light."

You giggled, amused with his silly insults.

He didn't stop you when you approached him, gently caressing along his tail, admiring his scales. You felt him shudder under your touch, your tenderness. He would never admit how sensitive his tail was, despite you proving it time and time again with your caresses and kisses.

"Will you return my photographs?"

"No."

You slowly climbed into his lap, squeezing his sides, reaching for one of his hands, kissing it once, twice, an infinite amount of kisses.

"Pretty please?"

"Never."

You leaned your head onto his chest, waiting to hear the cadence of his heart, knowing well that it was only beating for you.

"Silly man. I would love to have a photograph of you, though."

"You know how I feel about flashing lights, dollface. No cameras near me."

You tried to sneakily take the photographs away, but he held them out of reach.

"Naughty, naughty. Do not play tricks with me. It may cost you dearly."

"You are impossible. Let's make a deal. We look at them together, I explain the meaning of each of them, and if you deem it fit, you will return them to me. If not, I will not ask for them again."

He pondered your offer for a few minutes, before grinning.

"Add a little kiss to seal the deal and we have an arrangement."

You made a sweet little moan as his lips claimed yours, savouring you, worshipping you. His sharp teeth grazed the tender flesh, tempted to draw blood, but he commanded his instincts to remain under control. He did not wish to lose himself. Not yet.

You had to gather your thoughts, submerged in the ocean of his desire. He was a dangerous being, and his love was a force to be reckoned with. Never forget that.

Clearing your throat, you began with your little presentation, showing him each photograph and what it represented from your former life. Your favourite town squares, flowers in bloom, silly pictures of kittens playing with toys, wondrous landscapes, beautiful and little things that made life worth living.

Sebastian observed you with a dull sorrow nesting in his chest. Such a darling you were, speaking of earthly things with a joy unlike no other. Your inner light had to be otherwordly, Fae magic, sorcery. It had the power to dissipate darkness and despair as if it were a mere nothing. A force of Life melting the clutches of Death.

A part of him feared that your faerie self would one day never return, leaving him in the shadows, rotting for all eternity. He deserved nothing less, he was well aware.

He felt you poke him several times, bringing him back from his dark thoughts.

"Seb! Hello? Look at this one. Dusk, the early appearance of the magnificent moon and the royal court of stars. Do you see how beautifully the light reflects off the clouds?"

Sebastian narrowed his glowing blue eyes at the small picture, admiring it from both a technical and aesthetic angle. Impressive night vision features of the camera that had taken such a picture. Marvellous angle.

It had been an eternity since he had enjoyed the scent of night air and the beauty of the stars. Constellations twinkling in the midnight sky. A promise of freedom.

They say that stars could fall and grant wishes. Were you his fallen star? His true fate?

You whispered gently, cupping his cheeks:

"Do you remember the stars, Sebastian? I promise you, we will see them once more. Together."

[chaeyoei]

Could I request jing yuan x fem_zhongli!reader? I think it would be fun to incorporate how much older she is and maybe spar with jing yuan and yanqing teaching them new moves? You could also add a bit of angst if you want with the fact that zhongli has admitted that with time, his memories do start to erode.

This is actually fuelling my brainrot. I'll incorporate the dragon part too. And other requests are coming out soon.

I kept her as a friend because the age gap bothered me alot. Warning: bad writing.

The situation was dire, the Denizens were wreaking havoc upon the ship. The Cloud Knights who remained strong, felt fear for the first time. What kind of tragedy would this bring?

All they could do was hold faith in their General and keep fighting with hopes high. Jing Yuan could the hope entrusted upon him by his subordinates but all seemed to be in vain. He was gravelly injured and his life was draining out of his body.

But with unknown fortune, appeared a figure that launched ginormous spears accompanied by meteors all raining on the enemy finishing it quickly.

Relief and suspicion overshadowed all his former emotions. Who was this figure? Most importantly, the motive behind their help. However he saw this same silhouette fall. He rushed forward to catch this unknown saviour, as he inched closer, he saw it was a woman who seemed to be half conscious. He held out his hands in time to catch this mysterious lady.

————

"She's fine." The Dragon Lady assured, her doe eyes darting from the unconscious woman on the bed to the General infront. "But, she's also a dragon and similar but different from us. I believe she's a sicon of Qilopoth(Preservation) as we are Long's(Premembrance) Sicons."

"A sicon of Preservation?" He titled his head. From what he witnessed in the battlefield, it looked more like you followed the path of the Hunt or Destruction rather than Preservation. But protecting also serves a form of Preservation.

A grumble came from the lady's mouth drawing both of their attention. "Looks like she's waking up, I'll leave you both to talk, General." Bailu took her leave.

"Where?" The lady mummered getting up. "You're in the Alchemy commision." Jing Yuan answered.

"I'm here to question you." He added.

"First question, what is your name?"

"Zhongli."

"Where do you hail from?"

"From Liyue."

That response made him speechless. Liyue as in the place where the Xianzhou Empire's origin were.

"Explain."

"Huh? I hail from Liyue.. that's it."

"How old are you?"

The lady fell silent. "600.."

"Don't lie. Liyue is a place where the Xianzhou Empire arrived and that was 5000 years ago. The planet of Teyvat was abandoned." He narrowed his and his tone only got stern.

"..6000."

"hmm.." He wasn't questioning the age but it felt like you were hiding something.

But all would come to light because you'd still have to attend the trail between the alliance and take responsibility. Your deeds may be good but they still need to know your intentions. A person who can showcase such power can also stab them in the back.

"That concludes as what the suspect had told." Jing Yuan finished his report.

"Very well. Lady Zhongli.. You admit that your home place is the Loufu. If you're as old as you admit, would mind telling the ruler of that period?" Marshal Hua started her questioning.

"Jade lady, Ningguang." You answered calmly.

"I believe you know what happened in that timeline as well?"

"Yes, the lord of Geo, Morax died in that period." You hoped she wouldn't catch you.

"Are you perhaps a descendant or successor of Morax?

"..Yes." You knew well that your lie would be caught soon enough.

"Let me revise history, the lord Morax, had no descendants or successors. It was later found that his death was just a masquerade as he stepped down from his position. What statment can you give to prove that you're him?" The Marshal's statement may sound rash but she wasn't wrong in the slightest. History states that Morax can change forms.

"..I have nothing to say in regard to that."

"Tell me your age again."

"11,000.."

And with some other questions, you were revealed to be the Ancient lord of money, Morax. But Mora really didn't have a value in this economy of credits.

"That concludes are trial. You are free to go."

————

"Phew." You could handle intense questioning very well but your age caught up to loads of time.

However, instead of a foreign traveler's recognition, you were given citizenship. You know the Alliance was making use of you but you always had the option to leave. Coming to basic needs, you'd be living in the Cloud Knights Quaters.

————

"hmmh.." The kid grumbled not being able to get his stance right.

"Your footing is wrong, you need to have a firm balance on the ground to get your strike correct." You fixed the young man's position.

"Do you also work the Cloud Knights?" The kid was interested in knowing your identity.

"So not only are you excelled in ancient literature but also weapon handling, though that doesn't come as a surprise, you did invent the methods of swordsmanship and pole arm handling that are used till this day." Jing Yuan appeared randomly.

"General!, You mean this lady?" The kid turned to you. "Greetings lord.. Lady of Geo." The kid bowed formally.

"You don't have to bow kid, I've long stepped down from that position."

"And humble as well."

This small interaction really sparked Yanqing's curiosity. He could ask as much questions as why even the trivial things mattered. As for Jing Yuan, his moves only got more perfect with your guidance. If Jingliu would've been here, she would've taken a liking to you even Dan Feng..

He sighed, these thoughts would never be possible. He looked at you who was looking at his weapon, commenting on it's quality and full of details quality.

"General! a mara wave is coming through." A knight informed.

"Advise the civilians to stay in their homes and form a stance around the creatures, don't let them escape." Jing Yuan ordered quickly.

A blade came through the formation, it's aim to lodge into the General's chest but it disseminated into the area when it met with impenetrable shield.

"General are you okay?" You asked.

Now he understood why you were form the path of preservation. "Yes."

You were old.. Ancient would be a better them. But your stories where better that those pesky writers in the Alying Sanctum.

You could be considered a role model and a person to go to. You had advice, were calm and just had that social butterfly effect.

But being old has it's downsides often. As your age increases, erosion casts it's effect. You forget trivial things and even names unless they were in your daily interactions.

"..." You groaned walking through the corridors.

"Do you need help, lady of Geo?" A passing Cloud Knight asked.

"..Do you remember where my room is?"

".. It's on the east wing close to the General's chamber. You're in the west wing."

"..oh. where is the east wing again?"

"Let me guide you."

Although the situation of you forgetting your wallet was funny, as it was also saddening that you would succumbed to life where you would forget everyone and everything.

In the Xianzhou terms, Mara wouldn't have an effect on you but at the cost that you would be forgetting bits of yourself and there's nothing you can do about it.

I tried my best to crossover elements from both games and something has happened to my english. Thos fancy words don't come out anymore. And it's so short...

[dioll]

— yes to me ・ kmj 𐙚

synopsis - after moving on from your ex of 3 years, you fall for someone new.

⊹ ݁ ⋆ — 윈터 x reader ・ genre. angst + fluff ・ warnings. lowercase intended ・wc. 658 ݁𖥔. aespa house || yes to heaven ( part 1 - heeseung x reader )

minjeong has been keeping you company since the wedding.

keeping you distracted from the memories that pained you.

her presence healing you, in a way you’ve never experienced.

caring so deeply for each other, one might call you two in love.

mending your wounds without possibility of being deepened.

you love her, you’ve mentioned it a few times, it’s platonic.

or is it?

❕rest under the cut❕

you don’t want to confess.

you’re not ready to risk your friendship.

what if she doesn’t feel the same?

you brain is clouded with negativity and rejection.

better be safe than sorry, right?

it’s getting difficult to hold back.

you keep resisting the urge of kissing her on her pink stained lips, whenever she surprises you with your favourite flowers.

“y/nnie~!! new week, new flowers!” as she hands you a large-colourful bouquet of flowers.

never a day without her feeding you her homemade deserts, or making your cheeks turn pink due to her heartwarming compliments.

“not even sugar itself can surpass your sweetness.” she says as she sweetly gazes into your eyes.

your feelings are only growing stronger.

impossible to retain.

you have to distance yourself.

confusion and sorrow, floods her mind.

did she do something? why did you suddenly ghost her out of nowhere?

she feels sick.

she doesn’t want it to end like this.

you weren’t doing well either.

drowning in your hidden feelings.

you can’t take it anymore.

heavy rain splashing against the surface of the ground, clouds hiding the natural light. it was gloomy and dull. weather making you feel drained.

your laze is disturbed by the sound of your doorbell ringing.

the pressure of the rain increasing.

door revealing none other than her,

kim minjeong.

body drenched in rain, yet her tears are still visible.

you assist her in drying up, handing her a fresh pair of warm pajamas, making your colourless face, blush at the adorable sight of minjeong.

“i was worried sick, why would you do that, y/n?” she stares at you with furrowed brows. you can hear the pain in her voice.

your heart desires to let your feelings out, but your brain chaining you. you remain silent.

“is this the time to be hiding things? i’d really like to know, y/n.”

“you know minjeong, i only did that so we could preserve our friendship. trust me, you won’t regret this.” you say, sternly.

“so ignoring each other ‘means to preserve our friendship?’ what kind of bullshit is that y/n? these half assed answers of yours are not on.” minjeong adds, her voice trembling.

the atmosphere thickens.

“that’s because i’m in love with you, kim minjeong. i don’t want my selfish feelings to get in the way, and ruin the beauty and happiness between us. i’d rather sacrifice my emotions to keep you close to me, rather than scare you away, and lose you eternally.” you finally let out.

“say yes to me, minjeong.”

a moment of silence strikes.

she looks at you with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape.

“i know, minnie. i’m sorry. i know it’s a lot to take in, but please don’t leave me here-” you add before she immediately silences you with a soft, lingering kiss.

“are you joking? i’ve been trying to hint my love for you as well, y/nnie. you think what we have is normal for ‘just friends’? do ‘friends’-“ you quickly shush her by placing another kiss onto her lips.

“so are we having a silencing battle or what?” she says jokingly

“as long as your lips are on mine, i’m down for it.” you say in response.

“you’re such a tease.” she rolls her eyes, playfully.

a comfortable silence settles in, as she lays her head on your lap, admiring her view of you.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” she says as she slowly dozes off.

“you’re the light to my dying star.” you whisper as you both drift into slumber after these days of separation and pain.

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[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠️

BROKEN PROMISE 💦 SOSHIRO HOSHINA X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 19: ONSEN SEX

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hello! I saw your event request i was wondering if could i have a request for Hoshina Soshiro from Kaiju no 8 with fem reader in day 19? ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. soshiro is your ex, imagine why he asked reader why they should split up (is up to you). sex at an onsen. fingering. biting. smut and angst and fluff. 🐙 wc: 1.1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

When everybody is gone, and just the two of you stay… When the onsen waters are relaxing, but the imagery of your wet bodies isn’t…  When the promise not to touch each other, no more, gets broken… 

“Soshiro, don’t look at me with those eyes” you spit, trying to look anywhere but his abs. 

“I am not looking at you with these eyes…” he jokes, getting comfortable, laying his back on the rocky side of the natural pool. His muscular arms straightened along the side, allowing the world to enjoy the perfection of his biceps. 

You click your tongue; he thinks you don’t know him… he thinks you don’t know he is watching at you even when it looks he is closing his eyes. 

“Soshiro, you are my ex. We decided this. YOU, wanted this” you spit; it is, indeed, the truth. Soshiro has requested you a time off while he is gone to train Kafka. Why would he want to do that? Does he have someone special waiting back at his hometown? Fuck this!

“I am your ex, yes… you are right. I’m sorry, I can’t help it when you appear in front of me, wearing such a tiny bikini… I’ll go; I should sleep. Long trip tomorrow” he sighs; sad. Soshiro clearly hates the fact he can’t touch you, enjoy your body and soul like every night. 

You take your eyes off him in such a cold way; it feels cold, like ice. It hurts; but you still have a pride to preserve. You don’t really need to lose anymore valuable things… 

However, what are you proud of? Of looking away and not fight for your man? For Soshiro? 

“Soshiro… don’t- don’t go…” you stutter, swimming up to where he was sitting. 

The kitsune fighter stops right on his tracks; he slowly turns around to look at you. You were expecting a mocking smirk; perhaps even a rejection façade. But Soshiro couldn’t look at you with eyes different from pain… 

“If I get back into the water I won’t be able to stop; and I’m telling you this because I know I was the one who asked you to end our relationship” he says, holding the white towel around his hips with a single finger. 

You take a deep breath; this time your eyes can’t look anywhere else but his eyes. Your insides are a mess, your heart, ablaze. 

“Come back, please…” you decide your faith; instinct won, lust prevailed. 

“Very well, then…” he answers back, letting the towel to fall down the floor. 

You gasp; thankfully it is a pretty private onsen. Haruichi’s family allowed the squad to relax on one of their private onsen and spa. 

Soshiro walks like a cat the very few steps that separates the side of the natural pool and him; slowly, maybe like a god entering sacred waters, he lets his body be engulfed by the wet warmth. 

Even slower, is the way in which he comes closer to you. Soshiro has never been gentle, but this time feels painfully sexy, waiting for him to finally surround your body with his arms, for his kisses to finally be left upon your flesh. 

With the back of his index tracing your facial features, Soshiro lets you know how much he still loves them. With his free hand, he unties the little knot that holds your bikini top around your neck… 

“You are too beautiful to let a cheap piece of fabric cover your body” he whispers… ah, Soshiro, how can you be such a deadly poet? 

You shiver to his words; that’s him… he hasn’t change.

He shows off his prominent fangs that shine to the orangey lights of lanterns garnishing the place. You know exactly what he will do next; bite, bite, bite… 

Probably on its own, your head moves slightly to the side to let your neck exposed. Soshiro is pleased, he has trained you well. 

He proceeds, then, to carve his teeth on your flesh; just right where your pulse feels stronger, as if he wanted to drew blood from your carotids. 

And while he bites and kisses, his fingers swim down the water and into your sex. It is enough for him to slide your bikini bottom to the side, after all that little triangle was barely covering your heated core. 

“Even though the water is hot, your insides are always hotter” he purrs into your ear while he begins fingering you with increasing rhythm; with merciless beckoning motions that make the water around you become turbulent due to your spasming muscles. 

Your nails carve on his shoulders; your breasts squeeze against his well trained -and pretty scarred due to that Kaiju no. 10 fight- chest. One of your legs begins to float and he snatches it with his free hand for you to surround his waist.

You press your forehead against his; the tip of your noses touching, your lips begging for his. 

“Should I go further? Wont you get mad at me?” 

“I can’t ask you to stop… I need you, Soshiro. Don’t leave me, don’t – make love to me one last time if you are leaving…” you whine those words into his mouth, pleading, sad and still completely given to his fingering delight. 

Soshiro sighs, a mix of pain and lust in the air… what to do? 

allow his body to take over? His heart? But if both want the exact same thing, and that’s just you… 

He doesn’t hesitate no more, and Soshiro quickly takes his fingers from your insides and grabs his hardness to line it up with your entrance. 

A few pumps go smoother underwater; the penetration pushes a little bit of water into you, making you feel even fuller. 

Your legs hug his waist when he is completely deep into you. Your arms surround his shoulders; his hands gripping you tightly from the back of your thighs and ass. 

Water helps you float, but it is him who is moving his and your body. Soshiro’s hips start to pump in and out of you, this time turning calm waters into violent tsunami. The sexy calm has been left behind, now it is his feral, passionate, lustful self who is desperate to fuck you with no peace. 

You jump on his dick; his fangs carve into your lips. Pulling them, kissing you nonstop. Air is scarce, the humid ambience makes it even difficult. 

“I told you… I told you… ngh… fuck… I told you I wasn’t gonna be able to stop” “I never, ever, wished for you to stop… don’t stop… Soshiro ~” 

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[blues824]

Mwhahahahah! I love fake dating that turns into dating! Could I have a #20 & #10 for Malleus Draconia please? You’re the absolute best!

You requested: Mistletoe + Fake Dating for Christmas Ball

Malleus Draconia

It was a cold night out, and the moon was the only thing giving light at this hour. You were waiting for a certain prince to come, as it was time for your nightly walks. Then, there was black smoke, and you smiled, knowing your prince had arrived. 

…Well, he wasn’t your prince…

“Child of Man, I am here,” Once the smoke cleared, you saw Malleus in full. He was wearing his dorm uniform, and he had a grin on his face.

“Hello, Tsunotarou! How was your day?”

And that started your walk with each other. It was a calm moment, an appreciated moment after such a stressful day, filled with Grim and Ace getting into trouble and you and Deuce being dragged into that trouble. This was a nice way to relax as you placed your hand in the crook of Malleus’s elbow when he extended his arm to you.

“It was well. Might I be able to inquire about yours?”

“Same as usual. The group of idiots that I call ‘friends’ caused trouble like normal.”

“Well, I am hoping to make it better, as I do have something to ask you. You are aware of the upcoming Christmas Ball, correct?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good, because I was hoping you would accompany me as my partner… if that is something you would like.”

“Of course! But what about your retainers?”

“Sebek is not going to attend, as he does have some work to do. Lilia and Silver put their names down as partners, as I apparently need to be ‘guarded’.” You laughed at the thought of the two saying it, knowing full well that the former just wanted to party. Silver probably knew that as well, but it didn’t matter.

“Alright! That sounds nice. Now I can’t wait!!” You exclaimed, happy that your crush had just asked you to the ball.

“I will come by Ramshackle at night right before it starts to walk with you.”

~~~~~~~~

The night of, you found yourself a bit anxious. You were dressed in your fanciest clothing, thanks to Professor Crewel and how he helped you choose an outfit and he even paid for it. He was really becoming a father figure to you, and you appreciated it a lot.

Anyway, you jumped when there was a knock on the front door. You opened it and were met with the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley, dressed up in a very formal tuxedo. You went up to him and gave him a hug, a smile on your face.

“You look very nice, Tsunotarou,” Your compliment made the draconic prince’s heart soar.

“And you do as well, Child of Man. Now, we must depart for the Ball,” Once again, he extended his arm to you, and, once again, you placed your hand in the crook of his elbow. Then, you both set off on the–rather small–journey to the NRC cafeteria that was cleared out and decorated for the big event.

In front of the doors was a crowd of people chatting eagerly, waiting for their partners to arrive. The doors were open, but unless the person you put your name down with was with you, you were not allowed entrance. Luckily for you, you were able to duck out of the cold because your partner was right there.

Inside, you marveled at the decor. There was a giant tree, and on it were candles and ornaments of all sorts in NRC’s colors. You twirled about, taking in everything as there were garlands strung about.

Malleus watched as you let go of his arm and he adored the look of surprise and awe on your face. An urge to preserve that look washed over him, but he quickly shook it off. You were his friend, after all, and he would not like to ruin that.

~~~~~~~~

It had been an hour into the Ball, and you had already picked up a few sweets. However, the DJ gained everyone’s attention by speaking into the mic.

“Partners, head to the dance floor! The waltz will begin shortly.”

The fae turned to you, looking into your eyes as he extended his hand out to you.

“Would you dance with me, Child of Man?” He took note of your sudden nervousness, and he was about to retract his request before you responded.

“I don’t know how to waltz…” You admitted, a tad embarrassed. To be fair, there was no reason why you would learn something like waltzing back in your world.

“It will be okay. I can show you, if you’d like,” Still a bit hesitant, you put your hand in his, and you were immediately pulled flush against his chest. “You will place your right hand on my shoulder, my left hand will go on your waist. Then, our free hands will join one another.”

This was the first time you had been this close to him. It was the first time where you actually held his hand, and it felt so intimate, so special.

He told you that your steps would go by count of three, and he told you to just look into his eyes rather than down at your feet. Surprisingly, you had only stepped on his feet three times, and he didn’t even really feel it.

While it only lasted a few minutes, it felt like you were dancing for hours with the feelings you both told each other with your eyes. You didn’t even realize what was going on around you until someone shouted something that caught your attention.

“Hey, is that mistletoe above the Prefect and Malleus?” You heard Ace call out.

Both of you looked up to confirm Ace’s observation. There was a piece of mistletoe levitating above you, and you turned to see if someone was using a spell (Lilia), but you couldn’t find anybody.

“Y/N, what does this mean?” Malleus asked.

You’ve gotta be kidding me, you thought.

“Uh… Well, when two people are under the mistletoe, it is tradition for them to share a kiss. If one of those people refuses, then they have bad luck for the year.”

All of a sudden, he placed both his hands on your waist and looked down at your lips.

“Would you like for me to kiss you?” He asked, face getting closer.

A moment passed, and you just pulled him in by the lapels of his tuxedo jacket into a kiss. He immediately reciprocated, and it was minutes later where you both finally broke apart.

“I love you,” He whispered. You could tell he meant it, which made you feel warm inside.

“I love you, too, Tsunotarou,” You whispered back.

[inactive3x3]

"why do you love me ?"

-> prompt: when you ask scara why he loves you during a late night talk, he gives you an answer that you were and weren't expecting

-> genre: fluff

-> warnings: slightly suggestive, kind of sappy, has some of his backstory, soft!scaramouche

-> character: scaramouche/wanderer

-> pronouns: none

he gently moved a hair out of your face, eyes admiring your figure that lay bare beneath the sheets. his hand rested on your cheek for a moment, thumb gently touching the skin below your eyes, before he moved it to tug the sheets higher so it covered both of your bodies. after pressing a kiss to your forehead, he was about to fall asleep until he heard you ask a very simple yet complex question.

"why do you love me?"

his eyes snapped open as if he had gotten shot, violet-blue hues giving you a soft and confused gaze. your gaze was equally as soft, yet held a certain element of curiosity and playfulness behind them.

"do i need a reason?"

you shrugged, playing with the blanket, "i dunno. im just wondering."

"if you really need an answer," he said, taking hold of your hand. "i love you because i love you."

you bursted into a small giggle fit, "what kind of answer is that?"

"an honest one," he snorted. "what were you expecting? i've already told you, i'm a blunt person."

he rolled his eyes at you and flipped over, letting go of your hand. it made you slightly sad even though you knew why he avoided those types of questions. even now, he had a hard time wrapping his mind around what he felt internally, and emotionally you knew he struggled. you understood why he was like this, so instead you decided just dropped the question.

"sorry," you apologized. "that was a dumb ques-"

"i can't put these emotions into comprehensible words, but you and i are true to ourselves and each other." he flipped back over, facing you with an unexplainable loving look in his eyes. a serious look was on his face. "you're my light, and even though you lead me to all these horrible places and situations-"

you giggled slightly, making his lips turn into a full blown smile and place a hand on your cheek to refocus you.

"i follow you like a moth drawn to flame. the moments we share with each other in my eyes are so valuable that i'd give my life to cherish and preserve them. that's the best way i can describe it. how's that?"

"i… your answer makes me feel so happy."

"now it's your turn, why do you love me?"

truth betold, he was very eager and curious to hear your answer. it had been gnawing at him for a very long time. over the years, he was told that he was so cold and ruthless, malevolent and twisted with an attitude and blunt way with words. everyone always used to poke at him, "how could someone stand you?" "with that attitude, there's no one who could put up with you!"

"well," you hummed, and searched for words, nuzzling your cheek into his hand lovingly. "it's because you're you. i love you because you're you."

he had already done so much in the past, "how could you love me when you don't even know half of the atrocities that i've committed?"

"i'm not saying that those never happened," you reasoned. "but, do you regret them?"

"yes." he didn't even have to think.

"have you atoned for them and accepted that what you did was wrong?"

"yes... how is this important to the question i gave you?"

"then that already makes you a better person than you were when you committed those 'atrocities'."

he went quiet for a second, looking away from you. it made you nervous, did you take it a step too far? but, he looked back at you, then a small smile took over his lips. "i don't deserve you."

"you do," you said, pulling him in for a hug. you could feel his arms wrap around your back, his fingertips cool against your back. "i love you."

"...i love you too."

[milkman-zahhak]

Cal and Leo Halloween special PART 1

Sorry this took so long, it's not even Halloween anymore.. life has been really shitty for me lately. I don't wanna talk about it.

When you're done reading, please reblog this or share it and whatever and try to vote in the poll at the end to decide how part 2 should go!

As usual, WARNING, THIS IS A KINK POST, IT CONTAINS FETISH CONTENT. This one isn't as blatant as some of the others, but still a warning in case you come across this somehow from somewhere else, idk.

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Leo and Cal had decided to embrace Halloween wholeheartedly, despite having no plans to go out or attend any parties. They were determined to have a memorable night in, just the two of them. Unfortunately, they're grown men, so they're not trick or treating. They also don't really have anyone to party with, nor did either of them feel like going through too much effort this year. After all, jobs don't give you a day off for Halloween, and Leo had just submitted multiple job applications and wanted to try and get himself used to a normal work schedule again. Soon. Surely. Just not tonight, because it's Halloween. Leo is so very lucky that both him and Cal were but simple men, content to live in the most bare undecorated apartment. savings were preserved and spared from being used for the light and water bills due to the fact that Leo dwells within the cave that is his room with the lights off, and Cal survives off of energy drinks instead of water.

Cal and Leo had decided to celebrate Halloween together, just the two of them, having a scary movie marathon.

Leo, being the pop culture nerd he was, had spent weeks working on his homemade costume. Cal, on the other hand, went for something a little more simple – a vampire costume that he'd found at the local costume shop. Truth be told, the suit was cheap, it wasn't like it was tailor-made, so its generic sizing fit a bit funny on Cal. But he didn't really care, it did its job as a costume.

As they sat together on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows, Leo couldn't help but admire Cal's costume. "Hey, you look pretty good for a last-minute choice," Leo chuckled, his own excitement bubbling over. Cal rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, well, I figured I'd let you have the spotlight with your masterpiece here." He gestured towards Leo's impressive getup. Leo blushed at the compliment.

Cal raised an eyebrow as he looked Leo over, taking in the intricate details of his costume. It was clear that Leo had put a lot of effort into it, but Cal couldn't quite place what it was supposed to be. "So uhh. You're like a baseball player or something?" Leo's face fell a little, but he quickly recovered and launched into an explanation. "Dude, come on.." He said, gesturing to his outfit. "I'm Trey Parker's character 'Joe Cooper', y'know, from BASEketball?" Cal nodded along, trying to look interested, but it was clear that he still didn't understand.

Leo let out a small sigh, "You know what, never mind. Let's Just enjoy the night, Cal. I'll have to remember to watch that movie with you sometime" He said, smiling softly. Cal didn't really have the attention span for movies, but thankfully Leo seemed to have an oddly specific taste in either obscure older cartoons or very cheesy and stupid comedies, which usually held his attention just enough for the important parts that he would inevitably be quizzed on afterwards. So it's whatever. As long as he has snacks he can sit through anything.

They settled in for their movie marathon, with bowls of popcorn and a small bowl of candy to share between the two of them.

As the first horror flick started playing on the TV screen, Cal couldn't help but notice that their candy bowl seemed rather small. "Leo, where'd all the candy go? I swear we bought like five bags." He asked, eyeing the half-empty bowl greedily.

Leo looked over at him and smiled, "We did buy a lot, but I didn't want you to eat it all in one sitting. You know what happens when you eat too much sugar." He teased lightly. Cal pouted, "B-But Leo, it's Halloween! I'm supposed to stuff myself silly!" He protested, reaching for another piece of candy already, as if to strengthen his point. Leo chuckled and shook his head.

"I know, I know, and usually that would be fine but..." he paused, continuing in a more serious tone, "It seems like lately a lot of the overindulging you do seems to be during our movie nights.. and.. We can't make this a habit, or else you're going to start associating movie nights with getting stuffed." Leo explained, his face calm and playful, but Cal could tell he wasn't kidding around.

Cal looked at him, confusion written all over his face. "I, uh, hate to be the one to break it to you, but I already associate movie nights with stuffing myself. along with most things, honestly. I appreciate the concern, but It's a bit too late for me, haha." He replied matter-of-factly.

Leo sighed, knowing he had to spell it out for him. "No, it's not about you- I mean, every time we watch a movie together, I'll expect you to eat a ton..." He said, trying to keep a straight face. "...and I'll get. uh... Look, I just don't wanna condition myself to be horny whenever we watch movies together. I really enjoy doing this with you and I don't wanna get my love of movies mixed up in all this. I promise you can do whatever you want tomorrow, just try to be normal for tonight, okay?"

Cal's face turned a deep shade of red, realizing exactly what Leo was talking about. Oh, God, he thought to himself, I guess he's right. There’s something about Leo that was somewhat apparent just living with him as a roommate, but became glaringly obvious once Cal had started dating Leo. They’d only started getting sexually intimate with each other recently, but whether it be normal intimacy or something fetish-related, Cal couldn’t help but notice that once Leo got “in the zone” so to speak, that it would become the only thing he would be able to focus on, fogging up his mind until he got relief. …Personally, Cal thought it was kinda cute, but he could see how that kind of thing could end up messing with someone’s regular life.

Their movie nights were of the utmost importance to Leonard. Of course. Cal didn’t wanna ruin his lover’s hobby, no matter how dorky it may be. He took a deep breath, nodding slowly. "Yeah, you got a point. I'll try to pace myself."

He grabbed a handful of popcorn instead, focusing his attention on the screen. At least the movie was getting good, the tension rising as the main character crept down the dark hallway.

Leo sat next to him, eyes glued to the TV, completely enthralled by the suspenseful music. Cal tried to concentrate on the movie, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Leo's confession. He appreciated and respected it, really, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that he wouldn't be able to indulge tonight.

Leo noticed Cal's expression and gently nudged him with his elbow, "You okay?" He asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the movie too much. Cal nodded again, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth and making a comment on the movie instead. "Mmhm, I just don't have very high hopes for this guy. If I were him, I would break a window and escape the house." Leo gave him a reassuring smile, reaching over to squeeze his hand briefly before letting go. "Right? I always think about that when the character supposedly can't escape some kind of structure, but there's windows. Like, Resident Evil 7 for example would have been significantly shorter if Ethan just rammed into a window and fled to get backup or something..." Leo discussed- mostly with himself.

Cal nodded and ate another handful of popcorn. It was light, filling, but not very heavy. It wasn't the same as eating his weight in candy, but Cal knew that Leo was trying to keep things in check for both of their benefits.

As the movie continued, the atmosphere between them shifted slightly. The tension in the air was palpable, not just because of what was happening on screen, but also because of what wasn't happening between them. Cal tried to ignore it, but it was difficult when every time Leo jumped at a scare, his body brushed up against Cal's, sending little sparks through him.

Interesting. Even unrelated to cramming food down his throat, or either of their fetishes, you would think that the close physical contact would be enough to rile up his notoriously touch-starved roommate (Hell, it's even getting to Cal, now.), but Leo was immersed and invested in his movies.

Ironically, it seemed to be Leo's turn to unintentionally turn on Cal this time. With excessive pats on his arm and sides with urges to hurry and look at some detail before he missed it, cuddling up close during tense scenes, grabbing onto him during sudden jumpscares.

Cal found himself caring less and less about the movie as other things took priority in his head. He didn’t care how that itch was scratched, be it through stuffing candy down his own throat, or shoving his tongue down Leo’s throat… but he wouldn't let Leo know that.

They went on to watch several more movies. Leo was completely lost in the stories while Cal struggled to keep his mind focused on the plot. He was acutely aware of Leo's every movement, the warmth radiating off of him, the occasional grip of his hand or thigh during suspenseful moments. It was torturous in its own right, but Cal knew that Leo wasn't doing it on purpose.

Whenever the movie would get too intense, Leo would lean into him, burying his face in Cal's shoulder or pressing his entire body against Cal's side. This sent a flood of emotions through Cal - excitement, desire, frustration, amusement, and warmth. He couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself every time it happened, feeling his heartbeat quicken as Leo's breath tickled his neck, and he would mutter something along the lines of "holy shit, sorry... that got me good!" each time.

Cal wanted so badly to give in, not just to pigging out on Halloween night, but from getting handsy with Leo as he kept squirming around, seemingly unable to sit still. Is this how Leo feels all the time?

Leo was so happy and in his element, he hasn't had the chance to go full Nostalgia Critic on any newer horror movies in over a year, since he saved the genre to be viewed only during the spooky season.

Cal knew this, and didn't want to ruin Leo's movie experience. So, he endured, trying his best to keep things casual while internally fighting against the growing desire.

Leo, on the other hand, was blissfully unaware of Cal's predicament. He was too absorbed in the world of horror and suspense unfolding before his eyes. The occasional jump scare sent adrenaline coursing through him, making him clutch onto Cal instinctively. But otherwise, he remained focused, commenting on camera angles, acting, possible references, character development, and predicting plot twists. At this point, Cal almost expected Leo to start taking notes.

As the final movie of the night approached its end, Cal felt his patience slipping. He couldn't bear to sleep Halloween night away on a not-completely-full stomach! So, as Leo sat on the edge of his seat, biting his lower lip in anticipation, Cal quietly began to formulate a plan.

He glanced over at the clock on the wall. The movie should be over soon. Cal could hear the ticking of the clock in his head, counting down the minutes until freedom. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Once Leo went to bed, Cal would sneak into the kitchen and grab a few pieces of candy, just enough to satisfy his craving without drawing attention.

Just a little bit, Cal reasoned with himself, Leo won't even notice. Besides, he needed something to keep him awake after such an adrenaline filled movie marathon. He was already imagining the sweet burst of flavor in his mouth, the way his taste buds would sing with delight.

Cal tried to hide his excitement, masking it as simply excitement for the movie they were watching as it came to its conclusion.

Soon enough, the movie ended. Cal watched Leo with an amused expression as he continued talking animatedly about the movies they had seen tonight. "That last one was the perfect one to end on! Honestly, the 1st one was mid, but I kinda expected it to be like that because, well, obviously. You can't expect too much from the winnie the pooh cashgrab bullshit, I kinda just wanted to see it so I could hate on it more accurately- you know how it is..."

He couldn't deny that seeing Leo so excited was endearing, but he was also tired from fighting his own urges all night long. As Leo jumped up from the couch to grab his laptop, Cal decided it was time to intervene before Leo lost sleep over his movie reviews.

Cal stood up slowly, stretching his hand lazily covering his mouth as he tried to stifle a yawn. "Aaaalright, buddy. Time for bed. We can talk about these movies all day tomorrow, but right now you need your beauty sleep." Leo looked over at Cal, wide eyed and full of energy. "But I haven't even started drafting anything yet!" He protested, clutching his laptop to his chest like a security blanket. "Like, the last one we just finished, it was actually genius how they-" Cal walked over and placed his hand on Leo's shoulder, gently guiding him towards the hallway that led to his bedroom. "Come on, you can start writing them down in the morning. It's late." Leo reluctantly allowed himself to be led, still talking about his favorite parts of each film.

Leo was so caught up in blabbing that he barely realized as Cal practically laid him down on the bed and tucked him in. Leo stretched and yawned widely, his body relaxed and satisfied from hours of indulging in his favorite genre. He stopped talking and caught his breath for a bit, realizing how tired he really was. Cal watched him with hooded eyes, the hunger for something sweet still lingering within him. Leo turned towards him with a grin. "Hey, Cal? Thank you for having a halloween movie marathon with me today. That was a lot of fun for me. I hope you enjoyed tonight as much as I did, 'cause I know it must have been hard for you to hold back on celebrating how you wanted..." Cal waved his words away confidently "Nahh, don't even worry about that, it was nothing. I may be a glutton, but I have patience!"

That was a big, greedy lie from a big and greedy Callum.

With Leo finally settled, Cal took a deep breath, closed Leo's door and headed to his own bedroom.

But not before he took a little detour. He looked around the living room, making sure everything was in order before turning off all the lights except for the small lamp near the couch. It cast a soft glow around the apartment, illuminating just enough to see where he was going without being too bright. He sat out there, quietly playing around and scrolling on his phone, sneakily checking in on Leo to make sure he was in a deep enough sleep. After a while, Cal quietly made his way towards the kitchen.

The plastic grocery bags on the kitchen table loomed in front of him like a beacon of hope, relief from the torment of temptation. Inside the grocery bags were multiple large, mixed candy bags that were meant to be used specifically as a Halloween bowl filler to hand out to trick-or-treaters. Except it was all his.

He went for the one they'd already opened, careful not to make any sudden noises that might wake Leo up. Inside were all kinds of colorful candies, each one calling out to Cal like sirens of the sea. He reached into the bag, his fingers brushing against the cold plastic as he wondered where to begin.

Just a little bit, he told himself once again, grabbing a Twix, a Snickers, a little Starburst pack, a handful of Tootsie rolls... Just a little bit, one of each kind to satisfy every possible angle of this sweet tooth that's been nagging him.

The moment the first piece of candy hit Cal's tongue, he knew he was in trouble. The sweetness washed over him like a wave, drowning out any remaining resistance. He savored the flavors, letting them dance across his palate before swallowing. It was pure bliss. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned against the counter, allowing himself to fully enjoy the sensation.

When he opened them again, he found himself staring back at the half empty bag of candy. Guilt briefly flickered in his chest, but it was quickly replaced by desire. He reasoned that if he was already breaking the rules, then why not go all out? After all, it wouldn't hurt to take just a little bit more...

With renewed determination, Cal dove back into the bag. This time, he grabbed more than just a handful - he took fistfuls of candy, balancing the loot in his hand, gripping candies by their wrappers trying to hold it all at once. Chocolate, gummy bears, sour patch kids... He didn't discriminate!

It was then that he heard a loud noise. Panic set in as he quickly tossed the candy back in the bag, trying to look innocent.

Shit, shit, shit! He thought frantically, trying to figure out how he was going to explain this. He turned towards the sound; it was coming from outside.

He let out a huge sigh of relief. it was only some jackass' and his loud car ripping through the streets late at night.

The surprise was enough to get him nervous though. What if it was Leo waking up and discovering him? He can't stay here in the kitchen. He might as well bring the candy into his own bedroom, where he can eat it behind closed doors- not that he was gonna eat any more than a few pieces, of course!

This was just for convenience. Besides, they were probably gonna keep the candy in his room anyway, it can't stay in the kitchen cabinet forever, right? Cal's just cleaning up a bit, that's all!

Cal gathered the rest of the candy bags, stacking them up in his arms and making his way to his room. He rehearsed the excuses in his head just in case Leo woke up and saw him.

Once safely behind closed doors, Cal placed the candy bags on his bedroom floor. He took another glance outside into the living room and kitchen, ensuring that the coast was still clear. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the colorful assortment of goodies. His heart raced as he ripped open a tiny bag of skittles, pouring them into his mouth and chewing them all at once.

He couldn't believe how good it tasted! How had he gone so long without indulging in something so simple yet delicious? THIS is how you're supposed to spend Halloween! The sweetness coated his tongue and filled his senses, pushing away any lingering guilt.

His mouth felt sticky and coated with chocolate after fishing out the mini Hershey's chocolates and eating just those for a few minutes. He took a swig of water from a bottle he kept in his bedroom, washing away the overwhelming chocolate taste, ready to get back to business and let some other flavors have a turn.

He must have taken too big of a gulp, because immediately after the bottle left his lips, he barely even realized what was happening before a huge, airy burp flew out of his mouth.

*Buu-UUUORP* "woah.."

He froze up, listening for any movement outside. God, he hoped that didn't wake Leo up. Maybe it was the water hitting all the popcorn he'd eaten that night, expanding it or something. Whatever. No biggie.

Cal looked at the candy in front of him. He was going to stop right about now, but that burp just now really made a lot of room...

“Just a few more pieces…” he promised himself as he reached for more.

One by one, Cal allowed himself to indulge in the candies, each taste better than the last. He tried to keep track of how many pieces he consumed, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time he reached for another piece, he would tell himself it was the last one. But then, he'd find another type that caught his eye, and the cycle would start all over again. "it's just another tiny piece" He would think to himself.

Before long, wrappers were scattered across his bedroom floor, and he noticed the wrapper that his hands were mindlessly opening was… a bit bigger than usual.

oh.

He'd finished off the first bag.

Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, Cal realized that it was now close to 5 in the morning.

He hadn't meant to spend so much time on his candy escapade, but once he got started, he couldn't seem to stop. The soft light from his digital clock illuminated the room, just bright enough for him to look down and see his sticky, candy covered hands. He could only imagine what his face looked like. He sure felt a lot of candy residue around his mouth, and he definitely wiped his face with his dirty hands a few times. Ugh.

He was supposed to do this with Leo tomorrow - or rather today, since technically it already was tomorrow. But he couldn't bring himself to care much about that now as he clenched his jaw. For some reason, the sweetness of the candy made it so that his mouth and throat just felt.. Gross. Focusing on that feeling too much made him feel unreasonably queasy considering his usual capacity. Suddenly, Cal gagged without even trying. He had to snap his mouth shut as tight as it could go and hold his breath for a few seconds to keep everything down. He wasn’t even that full, just overwhelmed with sugar.

Cal groaned. Being nauseous is only worth it if his tummy is hard and heavy, that way he could at least enjoy rubbing it. It was a deeply unsatisfying feeling, all things considered. He wished there were other halloween treats and snacks to eat to at least switch up the flavor so his body wouldn't get sick of just candy.

He wished he could lay down and sleep it off, but the sugar rush was too intense, coursing through his veins and making him feel alive in a way he hadn't felt in a long time so he sat there a while with nothing to do. He skimmed the top of the next open bag and grabbed one of the lollipops- maybe that’ll be easier to eat? And they take a while to finish, sure to pass the time.

Cal felt his stomach gurgle as he sucked on a little round lollipop, the saliva in his mouth watering as he did so, and the constant swallowing helped distract his throat from gagging.

His mind was buzzed, but his stomach started rumbling ominously in short, high pitched squelches, sending waves of discomfort throughout his body. He winced, rubbing his belly gently as he realized he might have overdone it with the candy consumption.

"Oh boy..." he muttered to himself, looking down at the empty wrappers surrounding him.

"Why did I do this? I knew this was going to happen... Leo knew this was going to happen...", Cal thought, feeling slightly regretful.

He hadn't eaten this much sugar in years, not since his prime camboy days when a viewer suggested he stuff himself with candy. And now he remembered why.

But even as his stomach twisted and groaned, Cal couldn't help but smile slightly. This was the kind of stupid mistake he used to make all the time when Leo wasn't around to take care of him. It was just Cal, alone in his room, gorging himself. It felt weirdly nostalgic, reminding him of his carefree younger days before Leo had become such a huge part of his life.

Leo... He quickly checked the time again. Yep, still 5am.

Cal flopped onto his bed, discarding the half-eaten candy bag next to him. Disarrayed and covered in sugar dust and crumbs, smears of melted chocolate on anything his hands had touched. He looked like a mess. His dark hair was sticking out in every direction, no longer combed and presentable. His cheap vampire suit stretched uncomfortably in the middle across his slightly swollen belly, a testament to how potent candy can be for a stomach compared to actual food.

He wasn't even gonna try to take his costume off now. He could worry about that later. He just really really needed to get some shut eye before Leo woke up.

He curled up in his blankets, feeling the soft fabric against his sticky skin. Gross.

He tried to ignore the persistent ache in his belly and the lingering taste of candy on his lips. But sleep wouldn't come easily. The sugar rush kept him wide awake, his mind buzzing with random thoughts and scenarios. He tossed and turned, trying different positions to ease the discomfort, but nothing seemed to work.

Finally, after what felt like hours, but was only probably an hour and a half, the inevitable sugar crash arrived. The energy began to fade away, leaving behind an intense nausea and sluggish feeling. Cal groaned quietly, clutching his stomach as it cramped up. The rest of his body wanted sleep, but his stomach was still trying to digest everything. He tried to breathe through the pain, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. But then, he could practically feel the air as it rose up his throat, like it was trying to squeeze through a sticky tube that was his throat. A sickeningly sweet burp escaped him *Buuurrrp* and the scent of artificial fruitiness and partially digested chocolate wafted upwards, making his head spin.

"Eugh... that definitely tasted better going down.." He grumbled.

The room started spinning slightly, and he felt himself grow hot. This was bad. He had definitely eaten too much. Food and meals were one thing, but candy was another.

When it came to sweets, he could handle pastries, ice cream, cake, and cookies stuffed in his gut, but something about candy just felt so sticky and dense. Everything from the smooth chocolates to the stretchy taffy mixed together inside him to make a very uncomfortable amalgamation inside his body.

He closed his eyes, willing the sensation to pass. But as soon as it felt like things were calming down, he could feel his stomach gurgling again. He knew he needed to get rid of the gas building up inside of him, so he let another burp slip out. *grrrr..bu-urrrrrp*.

This time, it was even worse. The sweetness of the candy coated his mouth again, sending a wave of nausea through him.

Eventually, exhaustion finally took over and Cal managed to drift off into a restless sleep. His dreams filled with a castrophony of colorful, distorted shapes that danced in front of his eyes, accompanied by the ever-present rumble of his upset stomach.

As dawn approached, Leo stirred in his room. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the new day.

Yawning widely, he slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, where he had left the bags of candy for Halloween. Leo got up pretty early for his own standards, he planned to wake Cal up so that he could get a pick of what he wanted to start eating first. He figured he would be chomping at the bit to finally start chomping at the candy, he didn't wanna make his boyfriend wait any longer.

Besides, Leo couldn't remember exactly what, but he could have sworn he’d dreamed about some scary shit after watching all those movies, unfortunately none of it in a sexy or kinky scenario… But alas, Leonard's morning wood seemed to be completely unaffected by the nightmares, and he's sure Cal is gonna get a big kick out of that.

Cal is hopefu- probably going to love teasing him about it, Leo thought… Heh, yeah.

He froze in place, however, when he found the huge candy bags missing from their spot on the counter.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, he turned towards Cal's room. Was Cal up? Did he eat the candy? Leo knew how much Cal loved sweets, but he thought he would at least be able to resist temptation on his own for one night.

Leo tiptoed over to Cal's door and cracked it open, peeking inside. The sight that greeted him was definitely shocking, but he would be lying to himself if he said it was a complete surprise.

Cal was sprawled across the bed, looking more disheveled than usual. The room was littered with candy wrappers and the faint smell of chocolate and sour apple hung in the air. Weird, he remembered a lot of the fruity candies, but only a small bit of them were even remotely sour.

Cal's stomach churned audibly enough for Leo to hear it from his doorway, and a muffled rumbly toot could be heard leaking out from the poor boy in his sleep and into the mattress.

Ah. Leo held his breath, for the obvious reasons of course, but also to hold back laughter. Poor Cal, this has probably been happening all night.

Leo’s eyes scanned the room. He couldn't believe it. Had Cal really eaten all of the candy while he slept?

He opened the door further, stepping into the room and taking in the full extent of the damage. He shook his head in disbelief. There were wrappers everywhere and an empty bag. 3 were left, one of them already opened.

Leo felt his cheeks heat up, a small smile playing on his lips as he took in Cal's state. He wasn't mad, really. It was more amused-annoyance than anything else. Besides, he couldn't deny the slight arousal he felt looking at Cal's hand on his belly. He could only imagine what Cal was like last night before he had fallen asleep, in this same position, but awake and aching.. And vulnerable. Leo found himself drawn to it, letting his eyes wander across Cal’s body in selfish ways, since Cal wasn't awake to possibly judge him for it.

Leo decided to have some fun with this, he'd never really been one to tease people (people usually tease him first, and he always crumbles immediately), but it was hard not to when Cal was practically begging for it having made no effort to cover his tracks. This time, Leo would get the first turn to tease someone. He walked over to the bed, leaning over Cal and letting his breath tickle Cal's ear.

"Hey, sleepyhead," He cooed softly, "Wake up. You've got some explaining to do."

Cal stirred slightly at first, then groaned, clutching his stomach. His face twisted into a grimace as he slowly began to wake up. "whutimeizzit?" he croaked out.

"It's almost nine." Leo replied, grinning wickedly.

Cal groaned, rubbing at his eyes and wincing at the movement. He opened his eyes and looked up at Leo, taking a moment to process his surroundings, then suddenly his face contorted with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. "Whuh.... w-what?" He croaked out.

"Oh, I dunno, I was hoping you would tell me." Leo replied nonchalantly, gesturing to the empty candy wrappers around the room.

Cal groaned and laid back against his pillow. "ohhhhh-hohohoooohh.... *urp* I'm sorry, I... stayed up super late after our movie night.." Cal began to explain

Leo raised an eyebrow at Cal's explanation, trying to suppress his laughter. "Stayed up late, huh? Doing what exactly?" He asked, his tone playfully accusatory. He couldn't help but let out a small snicker when he saw the flush spreading across Cal's cheeks. Oh how the tables have turned. Leo reached over to push his hand against Cal's upset tummy, feeling how bloated he was through his costume, the shirt of which had now ridden up just below his belly button.

Cal squirmed under his gaze, trying to sit up, but the weight of Leo's hand on his bloated stomach prevented him from doing so easily. "I... *urgh* uh... just couldn't sleep. And then I saw the candy..." He trailed off, his voice getting weaker as he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

Leo chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to lightly poke at Cal's belly. "You couldn't sleep, so you decided to try and eat all the candy?" He repeated, poking his fingers into Cal's sensitive belly.

Cal let out a small yelp at the contact, then another burp, this time sounding more like a whimper than anything else. "I-it just...didn’t feel like Halloween without it... " He mumbled, looking down at his lap.

Leo couldn't hold his laughter any longer, he fell into a small fit of immature giggling, watching Cal squirm under his fingers. "And so you couldn't even wait until morning?" He said, poking him again, enjoying the small sounds of discomfort Cal made.

Cal glared at him half-heartedly, his cheeks burning red. "It's not funny..." He muttered, trying to push Leo away from his stomach. But his movements were sluggish, and he didn't put much force behind it. He knew he was caught red handed.

Leo leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Cal's forehead. "Yes, it is. It's really funny. But I promise, I'm not mad. Just surprised." He said, his laughter dying down. He looked at Cal, his confidence in teasing growing by the second, then added, "I was planning for each bag to last a few days each, but I have'ta make some changes now, thanks to you."

Cal let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "I know... I just... I don't know. I'm so sorry, I'm just.. just big and greedy.." He admitted, sounding sheepish.

Leo smiled softly Leo felt a surge of excitement run through him as Cal admitted to being greedy. He had always been fascinated by the idea of control and dominance, but he'd never had the chance to really explore it. Even when Leo was in charge of things, Cal would always be the one to really call the shots on what happened next and where things went. and Leo usually listened. He's the one that feeds Cal, He should probably try to play his part and be a bit assertive once in a while.

Seeing Cal in this vulnerable state, admitting to being greedy and apologetic, was like an early Christmas gift. He bit his bottom lip, considering his next move. He wanted to push the boundaries a little further, see if Cal would go along with it. "Well, maybe you need a little punishment for being so impatient." Leo said, his voice low and husky. He trailed his fingers over Cal's belly, feeling the hard mass of candy beneath the fabric of his costume.

Cal's eyes snapped to Leo's, wide with surprise. "W-what kind of punishment?" He asked hesitantly, but Leo could see the spark of curiosity in them.

Leo leaned closer, his breath hot against Cal's ear. "I'm not a total asshole, so first things first, I'll take care of you now." He whispered, undoing Cal's sticky vampire costume off little by little, his fingers tracing patterns on Cal's belly whenever they were nearby. He could feel the candy sloshing around inside, and the thought made him even more excited. Cal seemed cautious "...o-okay.."

Leo continued, "I'll leave the choice up to you. Since you clearly love candy so much you couldn't even wait for me before you managed to eat an entire bag of it in the night behind my back, you can either make up for it by waiting even longer- no food until tomorrow..." Leo paused, poking his fingers into Cal's belly once again, "OR, you can continue being greedy and finish the other 3 bags in one day."

Cal swallowed hard, looking at Leo with a mix of trepidation and desire. "Y-you're serious?" He stammered, his cheeks flushing even darker. Leo nodded, grinning wickedly. "Oh, completely serious." He replied, then pressed a kiss to Cal's forehead. He could see Cal was clearly going along with this too, but he wanted to give him some comfort just in case, "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you, whichever one you choose."

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^if this poll runs out and you can no longer vote on it, but I haven't posted part 2 yet, please reply in the comments which option you choose, and it will be counted.

[rrat-king]

And what if I tell you my Fight, Flight, Fawn theory for the Appleboys reuniting with Kristen. What then? Going by your age gaps of 2, 4, 8 because they're canon adjacent and the idea of the Applebees having a playpen when three out of four kids were 14, 12 and 10 is too funny. Assuming a reunion between Kris and the younger two happens post her birthday so it's 17, 13 and 9 respectively. Buckys is analysing his actual response we saw from 14 year old him. When I say leave in reference to Kristen, know that I know it wasn't her choice (Mac and Donna when I fucking get you)

Bucky got the Fawn response. I'll be real, when I began theorising that an Applebees brother would feature I thought "Oh god here comes the angst. There will be resentment, Mac and Donna have undoubtedly been talking shit for two years. But we see him and he's happy. He missed her. He hugs her. He wants to hang out. And yeah that probably stems from the fact you'll naturally miss your sibling and the fact he probably had to take the oldest sibling mantle. But he barely even commented on her life and friends (aside from the half baked comment about her living in sin and side eyeing Fig). I was expecting more problematic behaviours to be honest. The theory is he entered full people pleasing mode, desperately tampering down any complicated feelings because he NEEDS to make himself a good brother that Kristen will want to stay for this time (of course not realising Kristen will stay the best she can no matter if he kicks and screams)

Bricker got Fight. Was like 10 when Kris left, and I say this with love, in the absolute throes of puberty. I don't know what it is but this kid just gives me angry vibes, maybe it's the middle child. Very Nico DiAngelo "He looked too young to be so angry". When you're a kid, especially in that horrific period of 10-13 you go to the easy solution which is being mad, and you go to the easy target which is the one who "started" this huge upheaval (read Kristen). To a lesser extent, Bucky, for trying to play big brother (Bricker doesn't even realise this but the anger mostly came from a subconscious desire to preserve Kristen's place in the family for if she comes back).

(Bonus: Once they have a very good conversation and Bricker is reassured Kristen never did stop thinking about and loving him he will cry three years worth of pent up tears and beg her not to leave again)

Cork got Flight. He was only 6 when she left, its been 3 years of experiences (little man went from first grade to third in that time its a Lot). Kristen has physically changed a lot since they last saw each other. All this to say, he takes a minute to recognise this older person who's eyes are all wet at the sight of him. Some part of his brain blocked out memories of her because the way she was just gone one day was so scary to his little brain. When it does register who she is, Cork becomes completely unlike himself and gets shy. He makes Bucky stand close by because all he knows is that 1. This is a heathen who rebuked Helio's light 2. This is Krissy, back after what felt like forever and 3. She's so cool looking and why would someone this cool ever want to talk to him.

(Bonus: She played it off but Kristen's heart did break seeing Cork, the little boy she raised, take a minute to work out who she is, when she never forgot him. Not to quote Taylor but very "And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe")

god yeah kristen having partially raised cork only for him not to know who she is anymore/barely recognize her haunts me so much. bucky as a people pleaser is such a good read especially as he is forced into kristen's role as head of the siblings I just. yeah. also angry bricker is so important to me. he got left behind! he's not ok with that and he's gonna be angry. god I just. applebees kids make me crazy this is such a good read.

[whitebookposts]

*skitters towards your ask box autistically* do you have any teth headcanons :3

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED ITS BEEN A FEW WEEKS AND I STILL HAVEN'T ANSWERED THIS. I AM SO SORRY I LIVE IN SHAME EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Anyway, Teth! Our deeply beloved forest cryptid. I have to be honest, I don't have as many headcanons about her as I do about some of my other fave elders, which is a thing I should work to change because Teth is awesome. But here are some I do have for now:

CAAAAT I think my good buddy @krillking has already spoken about Teth having cat traits in his animal elder post, but yeah. While in my headcanons, the animal traits are less defined, Teth still very much has cat behavior, like her irises widening or narrowing like a cat's, and she likes to sleep in the sun (which is trouble because. Forest is 90 percent clouds and rain. Thankfully she has the yard behind her temple and the sunny forest segment, though due to the whole thing happening in the kingdom, she could visit those comfort places less and less :<) and most importantly - purring. Which she is a bit shy about, so she rarely does it. If you get to catch her purr, it means that she trusts you enough to do it next to you, though she will still be embarrassed if you mention it out loud. (Also do not leave her anywhere near fancy furniture she will try to rip it with her claws. Yes, lamed learned it the hard way.)

TRANSGENDAAAAAAAAA Idk how to explain it but Teth is just so transfem coded. Goes by both she\her and they\them. It just makes so much sense that I don't even need any proof to know that, she has told me this herself. Gotta give @dogedepan for this one though since I stole this idea from her (like many others. Can't help it Chi your headcanons are awesome)

BEEFCAKE Let's be real, TGC is a bunch of cowards for making her slim. How can you look at this woman, who is a blacksmith, and can catch a giant flying hammer with one arm like it's no big deal, and not think that they have some impressive muscle? If you draw Teth buff I am forever in your debt. PLEASE I WANT TO SEE MORE BUFF TETH ART PLEA-

BESTIE Teth and Ayin are literally fated besties, be they platonic or romantic. Even in early concept art, Ayin was described as "Teth's friend" and held the key to her realm, just showing the level of trust between them. Their realms also work with each other really well, with Ayin being the main supply for Teth's factories which is what allowed her realm to grow. I like to think of them being childhood best friends, and that they have been by each other's side through the good and the bad. Remember that headcanon about Teth enjoying sleeping in sunny places? Prairie is perfect for that, and if she decides to take a nap while visiting it is no rarity for her to choose Ayin as a bed for that (soft). I don't really see em as romantic because I already ship Teth with someone else, but as an aromantic person, it's important for me to show intimacy like that even between friendships. Ayin is always there to lend an ear to Teth, being there for her through her worst, and Teth is Ayin's "EXCUSE ME THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES". Although, if we go to the sadder territory, their friendship did suffer a falling out during the turbulent era of the kingdom, with Teth closing off from everyone, including Ayin, too caught in her work and darkstone production to meet the ever-growing demands, and that led to Ayin also drowning in work to keep up the light supply. That is not to mention the different world views about light creatures and how worthy they are of preservation.

CRYBABY I just like to think that despite appearing cold and serious, Teth is a very gentle soul underneath the hard facade she forced herself to create due to her position. But if you get to know her you will find a very soft, shy, and caring heart that makes it easy for her eyes to water, be it a happy or sad occasion, even if she is trying to hide it. She is also a pretty big introvert and starts getting nervous during events with big crowds, esp if they have to do a speech as an elder or something. This gentleness and softness hidden behind a cold surface is one of the things that attracted Priestess to her, which leads me to the next point:

LESBIANNNNNN You may know this already but I'm a big PriesTeth truther, which is the ship between Priestess (the original elder of the Valley from concept art, never made it to the final game but there is a pretty popular fanon that she is the mother of the twins) and Teth. Again, I was enlightened about this ship thanks to @dogedepan she is literally the CEO of this ship god bless. I know it's a bit silly to ship her with an elder who never even made it to canon, but I fell in love with the dynamic of the "serious and cold at first glance but soft and gentle on the inside x extroverted, energetic and mischievous but deeply caring and kind" that exists between them. Priestess was Teth's firework, the bright and colorful in the grey and cold of her life. Never had the elder of the Forest loved someone like she did this bright, giggly, and open girl who managed to always make Teth smile. And it hurt all the more when Priestess was lost. After the death of her partner, Teth closed off completely, lost in her work, just to not feel the pain because the grief was overwhelming. She couldn't make herself go to her backyard anymore, because it was the connection between Valley and her forest and where the two met most of the time, being there was just too painful. Some ancestors say that the rain became much more frequent after this loss.

Milf As I ship priesteth, I also headcanon that Teth is the other parent of Sah and Mekh. Unfortunately, their relationship is very rocky. Priestess died when the two were very young, and due to Teth being too lost in her grief, she simply couldn't care for them, causing the two to be raised by other elders (mainly Tsadi, who is their uncle) and kicked around from temple to temple until they were old enough to live on their own. This caused feelings of betrayal and neglect in the two, and it came to the point that they rarely acknowledged Teth as their other parent anymore. And she feels too guilty before them to try and get them back because she believes she deserves this for her mistakes. But perhaps not everything is lost, and some of this relationship can be salvaged if she finally gets brave enough to reach out.

WORSTIE She and Tsadi have a beef. That's it that's the headcanon. It's not anything serious, it's literally a "cat and dog" type of beef, the two can't even tell when it started, it's just that both will use any opportunity to roast each other. Why do I have this headcanon? Because it's funny.

INSANE SITUATIONSHIP Let's just say that the situationship between Teth and Nesting guide still left the latter one staring at her pictures every day for hours.

Hobbies Other than being a blacksmith, Teth enjoys all types of crafts, like sculpting from clay or woodworking. Girlie doesn't need any IKEA, she can make all the furniture herself (I mean, the Nesting guide had to learn this from someone)

Anddddd.... That's all for now! There's probably more headcanons but I can't remember them all rn. I hope these were written good enough and sorry for any grammar mistakes! AND SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG I PROMISE I DIDN'T IGNORE YOU DJHGDJGDJ Teth is best forest mama, and I really should put more thought into her, thank you for sending me this ask so i can brainstorm about this gal.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Any peeps in Florida/down south! In light of many people likely losing power, here is a friendly tip if you want to wash your hair etc!

These are awapuhi (shampoo) "bitter" ginger; also known as the "beehive flower", "pinecone flower" or "corn flower" as I like to sometimes call them.

I have seen them grow in nice big clusters in different parts of Florida (and some other places too). These flowers have helped out the past couple of years when we don't have running water during outages and storms; but we want to stay clean!

(images found on Google)

HOW TO IDENTIFY:

They are rather obvious plants, but some come in different colors! The "unripe" ones are usually green, and their nectar smells slightly bitter but still works the same as a fully mature plant. Just remember to be a bit more gentle on these, and the tiny blossoms they may have on them.

If you want a sweeter, more perfume flowery-type scent: a ripe flower can range from deep pink/red (like these images), though I've read that some can get darker.

WHAT THE NECTAR IS/HOW TO USE IT:

The liquid "nectar" can range from thick to watery--but!--you can put it in your hair and let it dry (it does dry like water) and it will help keep your hair shiny and lightly fragranced.

I grow my own, but if you see them, try to collect the nectar in things like bottles or cups, and apply as much as you like/need for your hair. I recommend holding your head over a sink or tub to keep it from getting everywhere while you cleanse.

(It CAN make your eyes sting if you get it in them, so be careful!)

You can also freeze them in ice cube trays or small Tupperware for later use to preserve the quality of the nectar as it CAN go sour at room temperature if left out for too long (ask me how I know THAT lol). I usually only harvest a few ounces and put it in the fridge for immediate use a few times a week.

HOW TO HARVEST:

DO NOT remove the flower or cut it, as they do not grow quickly and you will kill the plant that much quicker. Try to avoid bending the stalks as well. As we approach the end of their season, I hope people can get a lot of use from these little guys in the wake of the storm!

Make sure to wear rubber/latex/vinyl gloves if it feels icky (some of them also have tiny barbs. While not painful, they can be annoying to graze while milking the plant). With all the rain incoming, these flowers will be nice and plump--full of nectar!

What you do is lightly squeeze in an upward motion and make sure the nectar drips into your container or hand (a funnel greatly increases chances of a better collection). You can strain it through a coffee filter to remove any unwanted "pulp", bugs or dirt. Then use as you please!

The nectar also soothes things like bug bites, cracked skin etc (at least in my personal experiences with it) so you can also use it for that! Just remember to do an allergy test just in case you're worried about that.

These are uses I can confirm myself that work! I love harvesting bare-handed because it always leaves my skin so soft and buttery!

Stay safe out there from this storm, everybody.

And have fun jerking off your flowers aksksklsdl

[strwberri-milk]

Songs of Sorrow - Ch. 7

Rancher!AU || Boothill x Fem!Reader || Slowburn, Drama

Breakfast is quiet. You woke up at what you thought was a reasonable time, thinking you’d be able to catch Boothill before he goes off for the day but just as he told you, breakfast is in the oven staying warm and there’s no trace of anybody inside the house. You poke around a little and get a rough idea of the floorplan. You poke your head out of the window to look in the driveway, trying to get an idea of how many people Boothill employs. 

The morning is even better when you step out onto the porch, breathing in the fresh air. You see the small assortment of dog bowls and realise that it makes perfect sense that Boothill is a dog person. You’re about to head back inside when a man is staring at you from the ground through the porch railing, almost jumping into the air. 

“Wh-who are you?” you ask, trying to figure if you should try your luck to scream into the field. You can’t help but panic a little when he approaches you, blue eyes staring at you. 

“I’m one of Boothill’s neighbours. I live on a property down the road. I was just looking for him,” he explains, leaning against the railing. 

“I’m Dan Heng. I’m here to deliver some stuff to him and pick some things up. It’s something we do for each other.”

At his words he lifts what seems to be a huge tray of eggs, setting it carefully on the railing just as Boothill comes up to the porch to see who came to visit. His face lights up as he sees the two of you talking, climbing over the railing in a way that’s far too attractive as Dan Heng blankly removes the eggs from the imminent disaster. 

“You’re early today! Any reason why?” Boothill asks the other man, elbow resting against the wood as he raises his brow at you in greeting. 

“We haven’t given you a delivery for a while so there’s a backlog of eggs. We also do have some birds that are going to be killed soon if you want to pick up some of them as a thanks for the cow you sent over. We won’t need to go shopping for a while thanks to it.”

Boothill reaches to take the carton from Dan Heng but you reach out first, holding them carefully to avoid breaking any of them. You don’t know if fresh eggs are any more delicate than regular eggs but you don’t want to risk it at all. 

“I’ll handle them. You don’t mind, do you Boothill?” 

“‘Course I don’t. Why d’ya need ‘em though? Breakfast wasn’t enough for ya? I thought I made plenty,” he frowns, seeming overly concerned about the possibility.

“I haven’t eaten yet. You’re just already dirty from the day’s work - surely you’ll make a bigger mess if you go into the house right now like that.” 

He looks down at himself in disbelief, about to retaliate when he sees the whole left side of his body that’s covered in mud from wrestling a pig. He pulls at his shirt almost insecurely, palm patting himself down. 

“You’ve got a point. Don’t worry about putting them in the right place. The fridge really isn’t all that organised.”

You nod, smiling at him as you take the carton back inside. You watch carefully as the two of them begin what looks like a one sided spirited debate. Boothill’s hands are gesticulating a little dramatically while Dan Heng listens, seemingly unimpressed. You can’t be sure he actually doesn’t care or if it's just because he has an inexpressive face. 

Regardless of the reason you can tell that Boothill’s comfortable around him, laughing a little at how he practically forces Dan Heng down into the pastures to meet some of the animals. You watch until the pair become just dots on the horizon before beginning to put the eggs away. Your eyes quickly run over the contents in Boothill’s fridge before continuing to rifle through his cabinets, taking absent bites of the breakfast he’s prepared for you. 

It seems that he’s got enough food to cook for for weeks, hand dated preserves of various items and pantry staples surprisingly organised. You suppose it makes sense he has a system for everything but somehow you assumed it’d be a system that only made sense in his mind, not necessarily something that you’d be able to grasp that easily. 

You pull out your phone and start pulling out recipes, glad that the delivery of eggs came when they did. The fridge was looking barren and there was no way you’d be able to prepare a meal plus desserts and some other pastries for sides that easily without them. 

Finishing up your breakfast, you start to put your plan into motion. You prop your phone up on the backsplash and excitedly plan out how the day will look as you keep yourself busy with cooking for him. 

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧───  ｡ﾟ☆ *.☽ .*☆｡ﾟ ───✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

When you run out to him with lunch in your arms for an undescribed amount of people he thinks he’s watching an angel come down to him. You’re still wearing the clothes he gave you yesterday and somehow you manage to make them look perfect. He still makes a mental note to get you some new clothes, or ask someone who might know more about fashion than he does to get you something that might be more similar to what you’re used to wearing. 

You’ve managed to shove a good amount of sandwiches into some baskets you found, greeting you with a low whistle as he sees just how much food you’ve brought out. His affection for you grows at the care you’re showing not just for him, but for the people who help him make his living. 

“What’s this sweetheart? Think I can eat all a’ these at once?” he jokes, taking a hearty bite out of a sandwich. 

He watches you carefully, always finding himself obsessed with finding the smallest details about you. He’s curious about the way your body stiffens a little at the pet name he calls you, wondering if different names will give you different reactions. 

“It’s not all for you,” you laugh, the other ranch hands starting to crowd around the two of you curiously. 

Some of them exchange knowing glances and Boothill quickly hushes them, not wanting them to make you suspicious. All morning he’s been subject to teasing by the ranch hands. They already knew that he had a habit of coming down to visit your shows and only your shows and now that he had you in his home for the foreseeable future there was no way he was going to be able to catch a break. 

Luckily for him it doesn’t take you long to start distributing the food, everybody being very polite and  thanking you. He’s glad he doesn’t need to beat any sense into them, a little worried that they might have been rude by accident and by extension make him look like an ass. Without realising it he’s watching you affectionately, enjoying the lunch you’ve brought out as everyone peppers you with questions. 

“You know you didn’t have to do all that, right?” he asks you when you come back to him, basket now emptied by starving staff. 

“I know. I just thought that it’d be nice for you to not have to worry about running all the way back to the house for lunch.” 

You look a little nervous and he raises a brow, realising that there’s something up. 

“Any particular reason why you don’t want me to come back there? You look a little nervous doll,” he says lowly.

“No! I’m not nervous,” you say quickly, trying to convince him of the fact. 

He can see that there’s something up but you don’t look like you have any malicious intent so he decides to let you breathe. However, he also finds himself slightly distracted by how flustered you suddenly look, resisting the urge to take your hand in his.

“Ya’know,” he says instead. “If you’re up to something suspicious I’ll have to do something about it, yeah?” 

“I just wanted to do something nice for you!” you repeat, sounding slightly affronted. He thinks he’s pushed you too far but the mischievous smile on your face tells him otherwise. 

“So if I head back I’m not gonna find that you burnt down my homestead in an attempt to cook for us?” 

“No! Just take the lunch and be happy with it,” you huff, seemingly deciding that you’re done with this topic of conversation and heading back towards the house. 

Boothill watches you leave, shaking his head as he catches himself staring at you. He can’t help the way you make him feel, struggling to slow down his heart. His hand goes to rest over his chest, willing himself to breathe normally again as he feels someone sidle up next to him. 

“You look like a mess,” Luka teases, laughing at the slight flush of Boothill’s cheeks. 

“Whadya mean by that?” he says gruffly. 

“Nothing.” 

“Nah, not nothin’. You’ve got somethin’ cookin’ up in that brain a’ yours. What are ya’ tryin’ to say here?” he questions, narrowing his eyes at the redhead. 

“I just think you’re excited to have a guest in your house. More excited than when one of us stays the night at least,” he says simply, Boothill rolling his eyes. 

“No offense but you ain’t that nice to look at,” he laughs, ruffling Luka’s hair. 

“Get back to work. No more messin’ around here. You got your lunch and if you’re ready to mess with me you’re ready to go make sure all the animals are doin’ well.” 

Luka rejoins the others, clearly sharing with them the short conversation he had with Boothill. He watches as he shakes his head good naturedly at the not so subtle looks they all give him as they discuss the “facts”, Boothill ignoring their curious stares as he goes back to work. 

Evening comes by quickly and as per usual, Boothill insists everyone come back to the house for dinner before leaving to go home. He’s always been insistent on fostering a friendly, almost familial bond with everyone. 

Boothill heads up to the house first, planning to start making dinner as per usual when he sees you standing in the kitchen. He opens the sliding door and steps in, smiling at you as he looks around. 

“Hungry?”

“I guess you could say that.” 

It’s only now when he finally manages to tear his eyes from you that he notices the assortment of dishes you’ve got sprawled about the countertops and dinner table. He gives an appraising look, laughing a little. 

“Are ya planning to eat all of these right now? Or just preparing your meals ahead of time to avoid seein’ me more often?” he teases, grabbing a spoon to take a bite. 

You smack his hand away, Boothill making a surprised yelp in response to the harsh action. He wasn’t expecting you to do something like that and he gives you an over exaggerated look of dismay, somehow pulling off a puppy eye look you wouldn’t expect to soften his harsher features the way they do. 

“I just wanted a bite is all doll. Don’t tell me you’ll deprive me of somethin’ that delicious,” he laments, crowding you against the counter.

His hand rests against the surface, chest brushing up against yours as he stares down at you. It’s only now, staring down at you like this that he remembers how sweet you seem under him, watching the way your breath quickens. It excites him so, losing himself in your presence as the two of you breath in each other’s air. 

“I was trying to make dinner for your staff,” he vaguely hears you respond after a moment, hand pressed against his chest. 

“Not for me?” he asks quickly, smirking at you as you manage to slip out from under him. 

“You’re included of course,” you say as you continue to fill the dinner table with the assortments of dishes. 

“I didn’t know what you would like but I had a feeling that anything you had in the pantry was fair game. I hope you aren’t upset that I took free reign of your kitchen…” 

Your words trail off and Boothill realises that it seems you’ve only just now realised that you may have overstepped bounds. Your hands start to worry themselves, fiddling with your fingers as you avert his gaze. 

“I…If I can somehow get back into my place I could look for my money to pay you back for everything. I’m sorry, I should have asked first,” you say nervously, Boothill shaking his head to dissuade your worries. 

“I want you to be able to think of my home as your home, for the time you’re stayin’ here at least. But you are also a guest at the same time - I wasn’t expecting you to cook, and clean,” he says gently.  

“I just…I feel bad if I’m staying here for so long without paying you or anything. This is just something I thought I could do for you to show you my gratitude.” 

Your eyes drift down to his boots and he’s suddenly aware that he must be tracking mud through the house in his haste to see you. He quickly removes them before throwing them onto the deck. 

“I guess you’re right. Your money’s back at your house and there’s no way you could get it back without getting caught.” 

“That’s if it’s even still there,” you scoff.

“Sampo probably broke into my room as soon as I went missing and searched it to see if there was anything he could steal to sell. He’s practically a bloodhound for money - he probably has my savings.”

You look absolutely defeated, sitting at the dinner table you so painstakingly set up. 

“There’s no chance you’re looking to employ someone new, are you?” you mumble, feeling bad for even asking him. 

“I’m not lookin’ to hire any time soon but I told ya not to worry about it. I can help you find work or somethin’, alright?”

He sits down next to you, reaching out for your hand. 

“Let’s not focus on that for now. Take some time off and then we can revisit gettin’ ya some good employment, alright?” he suggests, wrapping his calloused hand in yours. 

The softness of your fingers against him takes him aback, realising now that you must not have been doing any manual labour at the lounge. He’s not surprised, seeing as you were treated like royalty there but somehow it shocks him regardless. He gently squeezes your hand reassuringly, saddened to have to let it go. 

“I made you dinner,” you say weakly after a second, almost as though you worried he forgot. 

He regrets reminding you of what you’ve lost, lost for words to comfort you. He knows that the others are going to barrel through the door at any moment now, ruining this tender moment between the two of you. 

Grabbing a plate off the stack you brought out he starts to fix you a meal, putting it together without your notice. He slides it into your line of view as he grabs cutlery, reaching out to gently tousle your hair. 

“Thank you.” 

[talaok]

Hi, I really liked the post you did where the ex calls reader and is possible for u to do a part 2? Like a follow up. Like the ex calls again only for Pedro to confront him or something?

And for the angst for Pedro to realize what he did

🫣🫣🫣

Btw this is somebody else not the same person who asked u 😅

Pt.1

"You did what!?" you spat out, taking a step back 

"Listen-"

"No baby, what the fuck- this is not funny, how could you even think that was a good idea?"

"I just... I wanted to talk to him"

"yeah, I can see how great of a talk you had" You shoot him a look, pointing to his black eye

"He started it" he protested, and you rolled your eyes as you walked to the kitchen.

"I don't care who started it, you should have never gone there in the first place. And without consulting me?" you kept rumbling as you opened the freezer and pulled out an ice pack "Put this on it" you sighed, throwing it to him.

"thank you" he nodded, complying immediately.

"Why did you do something so stupid?"

Now, there wasn't just one reason.

He could have told you that he was jealous, that the moment he saw Jason's name light up your phone screen while you were in the shower his mind went completely blank, he could have told you that he loved you, and was terribly afraid of losing you, but all he said was:

"He called you again"

"what? No, he didn't"

"you were in the shower"

"oh" you breathed, losing your trail of thought for a moment "Still, Pedro you should have talked to me"

"I know, you're right baby, I'm sorry"

"and for fuck's sake we're not teenagers anymore, what did you think you could accomplish with violence?!"

The urge to tell you again that he was the one who'd started it was strong, but he bottled it deep inside.

"I'm sorry," he said again, genuinely, because he was sorry, he really was but that guy... fuck that guy. He could still see his stupid face as he opened the door to his shitty apartment.

"Hello" he had said, like he wasn't shitting his pants just at the sight of him.

"Stop calling her" Pedro had gone straight to the point 

"We love each other"

"No, buddy, you love her, she... she loves me"

"yeah, keep dreaming buddy, you don't know what she and I have, the bond we share"

The restraint it had taken Pedro not to just beat that stupid smile off his face...

But he had stopped himself, for you.

"She broke up with you two years ago, man, get over it. She doesn't love you anymore. She's happy with me. I make her happy"

"You're just a rebound" Jason had hissed "She just needs time to realize it"

"If that had been the case, I think in the year we've been together she would have realized it, don't you?" 

"She's confused that's all" he had continued "It's easy to think you're in love with a guy with all your pathetic fame and money" he had said "I bet she stays with you only for that. I bet she thinks about me when you're fucking her, I bet she imagines it's m-"

"don't fucking talk about my girlfriend that way" 

A dark chuckle had left his lips "Or what?"

Or the next call you'll make will be for an ambulance, he wanted to say. But he didn't, he couldn't. You would have never forgiven him. You hated violence. And as much as in this case, to him, it seemed absolutely justified, he couldn't do it.

"Just like I thought." he had sneered "You're just a fucking pussy. Y/n deserves someone better than that"

Pedro decided to be the bigger man, to let his comments slide

"Stop bothering my girlfriend or I'll call the police. I bet you won't be so cocky after she files a restraining order" he had said, turning away to go, but Jason gripped his arm, and once he turned around, his fist had found Pedro's face, and then... then all the restraint he had preserved left his body in an instant.

"I just-" you sighed, not knowing what to say anymore 

"Baby, please I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean for it to go this way, I know I should have talked with you first, but I just wanted to speak to him, and tell him to stop calling you- and I did. I told him, it's just-"

"You need to apologize to him"

"what?" his eyes went wide.

"you heard me. You need to apologize to him, and him to you. Then, I'll have a talk with him"

"apologize?"

"yes apologize"

"bu-"

"no. I won't hear any of it. You want to stay with me?"

"yes, of course, yes, I love you baby, b-"

"then you'll do this for me"

And just like that, you had him.

"ok"

"and from now on, you talk to me before taking any decisions regarding me ok?"

"Ok"

"good" you finally breathed "Now come here, let me see that eye"