#Couldn't get that out of my head otherwise

[submattsmxmmy]

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, heavy stepsibling kink, oral (f!receiving), begging, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, a wink to daddy kink, roughdom!stepbro!chris, brattysub!stepsis

🖤 author's note: 🖤 hiiii it's @ariestrxsh and this is my backup account. as i bring this series to a close, i'd like to say sorry to my mom, sorry to god, and sorry to chris if you ever come across this depraved piece of writing. if you're not into the whole stepsibling kink, please don't read!!! here are parts one and two bc writing about stepbro!chris just once was simply not enough.

🖤 summary: 🖤 chris barges into the bathroom after your shower, and things get hot and steamy.

holdyourbreath part three

"What the fuck's takin' so long?" Chris pounded on the bathroom door with a closed fist, startling you as you stood in front of the mirror in your towel. You rolled your eyes at his impatience. "I'll be out in just a minute!" You yelled, with your mouth full of toothpaste.

"What are ya doing in there? It sounds like you're suckin' dick or somethin'," Chris chuckled through the barrier. You quickly pulled open the door and glared at your stepbrother. "I'm brushing my teeth. Asshole," you said with the toothbrush between your lips.

"What did ya just call me?" Chris asked through clenched teeth, pushing past you with ease and shutting the door behind him. "Hey," you said, spitting into the drain and rinsing out your mouth before you whipped around. "I'm not done in here."

"Y'are now because I need a shower," Chris said, tilting your chin up to look at him. "I still have to do my nightly skin care routine, and I need to shave," you stomped at him, swatting his hand away. He pushed you up against the sink, looked into your eyes, and pulled his shirt off over his head, discarding it onto the tile floor beneath the two of you.

"Why are you bein' such a fuckin' brat?" Chris asked, biting his lip at you and pushing a strand of your freshly washed hair behind your ear. You hated that he was turning you on, but you couldn't hide it from him. A look of desperation seeped through your otherwise unamused expression as your eyes dropped to his pretty mouth.

"You wanna kiss me?" Chris cooed, his lips moving closer to yours, but he stopped about an inch from your face, and you felt his warm breath as he spoke. "I can't kiss ya. You're my stepsister. It wouldn't be right." His lips curled into a devilish smile.

He was like forbidden fruit, and he'd never let you forget it. It's like he was taunting you. He'd stick his cock in every hole you had, but he wouldn't kiss you, because it was too romantic of a gesture. "You're dyin' to know what my lips feel like, aren't you?" Chris whispered, studying the neediness in your pout. You were silent, but your eyes confirmed his suspicion.

"I'm gonna show ya," he sneered at you, ripping your towel off of you, grabbing you by your waist, and setting you on the edge of the granite countertop. He fell to his knees and parted your legs, gazing up at you with his hypnotic stare.

"Tell me how bad ya want it," Chris cooed, spreading you open with his thumbs. "Please, Chris. Please lick it," you whined. "You're so wet," Chris gasped, admiring how turned on you were getting just from him taunting you.

"Please. I wanna know what your mouth feels like," you softly begged him, waiting for to acknowledge your desperation. He gave you a smirked before leaning in and closing the distance between your heat and his mouth, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

He roughly gripped your thighs while he made contact with your wet folds. His tongue lightly grazed your clit, and your whole body jerked at the sensation. His pillow soft lips enveloped your sensitive button, humming against it and extracting a few faint squeals from you.

He skillfully wiggled the tip of his tongue around, speeding up the pace of his licks and exploring your pussy in a way he hadn't yet. He couldn't get enough of your flavor or the way you writhed around beneath the feeling of his velvety mouth.

His movements became more jagged and aggressive while he listened to you softly singing the song of your pleasure, your pretty moans pouring from your lips like thick honey. Your hands traveled to the back of Chris' head, gently combing through his luscious mane of hair and feeling his locks softly pass through the space between your fingers.

His blue eyes gazed up at you, his stare filled with hunger and desire. He lapped up your drenched, intricate folds, drinking from you as if your pussy were a fountain with life-giving properties. You felt that funny feeling in your lower stomach, a sign that you were on the verge of pure bliss.

You arched your back slightly, moving one hand to grip the counter while the other reached for Chris' back. Your nails dragged across his flesh, leaving five, long red marks in their wake.

You had just taken a deep breath and were about to let out an unhindered and final moan before finishing on Chris' tongue when a knock at the bathroom door startled you both. You released your hold on the granite beneath you and threw your palm over your mouth, holding your breath.

"Honey? Are you in there?" Your dad's voice came through, sounding muffled through the barrier. You peered down at Chris wide-eyed, silently begging him to help you out. Chris deviously smiled up at you, remaining silent and continuing to work his tongue in your special place.

You did your best to compose yourself, realizing you were going to have to answer. You slowly removed your trembling hand so you could speak.

"Yes, daddy?" You called out, stabilizing the shakiness in your voice as much as you could. Chris quietly chuckled against your heat, secretly loving hearing you say that word while he was doing something so naughty to you.

"Have you seen your stepbrother?" Your dad wondered. "No, sorry! Haven't!" You exclaimed, keeping your responses short to better conceal what was happening on your side of the door. Your hand flew up and cupped your mouth again to deaden the sounds of the moans that were begging to escape your lips.

"Okay, no problem. Well, I'll let you get back to it!" Your dad responded, not knowing exactly what it was, and he started walking down the hallway back to another part of the house. "Chris! You're so mean," you hissed.

"Ya love it," he moaned against your sweet spot as all ten of your nails scraped against the skin of his shoulder blades again. He started to pull away, but you dug into his flesh even more. "Please don't stop. I'm begging you, Chris," you whimpered.

"Relax. I'm gonna let ya finish this time as long as you're a good girl for me, can ya do that?" Chris asked, glancing up at you. You nodded. He removed your legs from his shoulders, and he stood up.

He tugged down the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his cock in all its glory, and you stared down longingly at it. He placed it at your entrance, but he didn't put it in yet, and your eyes flickered up at his, silently asking for him to keep going.

"What is it, princess? Ya got somethin' to say?" Chris cooed, teasing your folds with the head while he smirked at you. "Please, Chris," you mumbled, nibbling on your bottom lip. "Please what?" He asked, taking pleasure in your desperation.

"Please put it in," you whined in a needy voice. He obliged, only inserting the tip. "Chris," you hissed, getting fed up with all his teasing. "What is it, princess?" Chris cradled your face, trying to conceal his smug smirk.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and he loved feeling you squirm around as you tried to scoot forward on the counter to take more of him. "Don't go misbehavin' now. Use your words and ask me nicely," Chris sweetly responded, his hands wandering to your hips to hold you still.

"Please, Chris. Put it in all the way," you softly begged him, placing your hands on his chest and feeling his warmth. "Like this?" He asked, suddenly jerking his hips forward and sinking into your drooling hole as you let out a gentle whimper.

You felt disgusted with yourself every time you begged for him to fuck you, but never enough to keep yourself from doing it. You needed him, and he knew it.

You stretched around him as he snugly filled you. His movements were slow, but each thrust was powerful and hard. You felt your walls clench around him, and you hooked your arms underneath his, dragging your nails down his back again as he hit your gspot over and over.

"You're such a fuckin' slut. You can't get enough of me, can ya?" Chris grunted, reading you like a book. You squeezed your legs around Chris' hips, causing his thrusts to hit even deeper, your eyes rolling into the back of your head in response.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, anchoring you in place. He picked up the pace, using faster strokes while you whimpered into his ear. "Ya take my cock like such a good girl," he praised you, his breathing becoming more labored as its warmth hit the right side of your neck.

Chris admired your figure and the curve of your back in the mirror through his hooded eyes as he indulged in the pleasure your body gave him.

"Wonder if your friends would tease ya if they knew how often you think about me like this," Chris chuckled, mounting you while your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders.

"Wonder what my friends would think if I told them how well ya take cock. I bet they'd wanna test it out for themselves. And I bet you'd let them. It's not like you're picky. You'll even take your own stepbrother willingly, hmm?" His voice was thick with lust.

You loved the way he taunted you and degraded you, and for a moment, you thought his words might tip you over the edge. "Wonder what mom and dad would think if they knew what a little whore you are and how desperately you beg for it every time," Chris whispered, his lips tickling your earlobe as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine.

You threw your head back and let out a strangled moan, trying not to make too much noise while you clenched around him. With every stroke, you felt yourself become weaker, unable to hold on much longer. "Chris, please," you softly whined.

"Be a good girl and use your words, hmm? Please, what?" He asked in a sweet, condescending tone. "You know.." you responded quietly. "I can't read your mind, princess. I need ya to tell me. Need ya to beg for it," his lips curled into a smile, knowing you had you in the palm of his hand.

"Please let me finish, Chris," you begged him, started to spasm around his member. "Not so fast, princess. Beg harder," he growled. "Let me cum, Chris. I need it," you pleaded with him, your acrylics clawing down his back as you neared the finish line.

"Not yet. Control yourself like a good girl. Don't cum yet or else you're gonna be in big trouble," he breathlessly told you as he roughly snapped his hips forward, trying to make it hard for you as possible to obey him. "Chris," you hissed, feeling him throb inside of you.

He dismissed you, ignoring your pleas to finish and continued pounding away. You knew you needed to beg harder, but it felt so degrading every time you did, and you were always hoping he would give in before you.

He had a choke hold on you - figuratively and now literally. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around your neck and forced you to look him in the eye. "Be a good girl and beg for it before I don't let ya cum at all," he rasped a few inches from your face. You nodded.

"Please Chris. I'll do anything. Please let me finish," you wailed, desperate tears forming in your eyes. He loved watching you get so needy that you were crying for him, and he almost came at the sight of how pathetic you looked as you begged.

"That's it. Keep goin'," he encouraged you, your legs beginning to tremble around him. "Please. I can't take it. I need it, Chris. I need it so bad. I've been such a good girl for you," you softly whimpered, leaving behind physical marks of your torment in the form of red lines down more areas of his midback.

"You have been a good girl, haven't ya? Ya didn't even talk back to me this time. Ya must want it bad," he purred, his voice saturated with seduction. You hummed, nodding your head in response.

"Why don't ya finish all over my cock, princess? I know ya want to," he looked back at you with glazed over blue eyes, his jaw slacked, and pleasure written on his face. He was just as close as you were.

He reeled you in closer to him, placing his full lips on yours and moaning into your mouth as you finished onto his rod. His tongue gently grazed yours, and when he pulled away from the kiss, he had your bottom lip caught between his teeth, drawing a few drops of blood as he bit down.

You whimpered as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. Your orgasm erupted deep within your core, sending ripples of satisfaction through your nervous system.

His pretty sounds filled the room as he pulled out of you and started stroking it with his hand, watching his pearly white substance squirt out of the tip of his twitching cock and making a mess on your glistening pussy that was still clenching around nothing.

"Oh my god. Fuck, that was so hot," he said in a soft, sultry tone as a smile came creeping into his expression as he released his hold around your throat.

"I thought you said you weren't going to kiss me," you replied faintly, blushing and reaching up to brush your fingertips against your lips. "I couldn't help it. Your eyes were beggin' for it," he breathlessly answered you, pulling away and smirking as he cleaned off his cock with his t-shirt.

You closed your legs and hopped off the granite countertop and picked up your towel from off the floor to cover yourself. Once he started to recover from how hard he just came, he felt a stinging sensation on his back, and he turned around in front of the mirror, assessing the pain. He let out an annoyed sigh.

"Such a little slut, aren't ya? Marking me up with your nails? What am I supposed to tell people when they ask where I got these scratches, huh? Tell 'em I got 'em from my stepsister? Jeez, kid. Tell your nail tech to go shorter on the acrylics next time."

[angelltheninth]

Eye Candy and Muscles

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, vacation, teasing, relationship banter, flirting, being protective

Word count: 0.9k

Ao3

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A/N: Sevika makes my brain melt.

It was very rare for Sevika to get vacation days. Maybe a few days a year where that she can have all to herself. When you can have her all to herself all day, with her having to run off on you.

Usually you spend those days in Zaun, but this year Sevika wanted to make it feel a little more special. A weekend on the western coast of Valoran seemed like a good spot. So you packed your bags, looking forward to a relaxing weekend with your girlfriend.

Sevika was in a really good mood all throughout, and that only seemed to increase once you arrived on the beach.

First off, yes the water looked nice and cool but you could hardly focus on that when you had Sevika doing stretches in her bathing suit right in front of you. The way it cupped and hugged her curves just right, leaving something to the imagination for others while also looking like a perfectly packaged gift for you, forget the sea, you wanted to drown yourself in her.

Judging by the look she was giving you she had the exact same idea about you.

"You know you've seen me naked before right? You don't have to gawk at me like that?" You subtly crossed your arms over your chest, however you didn't take your eyes off Sevika's body.

She seemed to enjoy the attention though, sitting down on the beach towel and stretching her arms, making her arm and shoulder muscles flex under the light sheen of sweat and sun.

"Come here sweet stuff, I gotta get some of that sunscreen on you. I don't want you to burn up." She patted the spot on the towel next to her.

It was honestly so sweet how much she cared for you, "What would your lackies say if they knew how much of a softie you are?"

"I'm soft?" Sevika smirked and quirked her eyebrow as she watched you lay on your stomach, "I still see bruises on your body that say otherwise. Like here." She trailed her metal finger over your hip, "Here." Across your right ass cheek, "Here." You clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle a moan as you feel both her hands on your inner thighs. "Careful babe, you don't want to attract unwanted attention now do you?"

"Then stop doing that. For now." You couldn't keep your cheeks from heating up just a little.

"Oh? Then how am I gonna get the sunscreen on you?" You inhale sharply as Sevika pulls on one of the strings and unties the top. For a moment she just keeps her hand on your back, lightly loving it up and down. You almost relax completely only to be startled as you feel her straddle your legs, "To hide you from view." Her words tickle the back of your neck, goosebumps appearing along your arms and legs from the pleasant shivers.

"Is that really what you're doing? All you're doing?" You smile as you fold your arms under your head and melt into Sevika's touch, feeling the heat of her skin against yours, the coolness of the sunscreen quickly done away with under her hand.

Her lips press against your shoulder, "Of course." Her voice drops just a little, "I've noticed multiple people eyeing you since we arrived. You're hot stuff babe."

"Why thank you. I can say the same about you." You arch your back a little, which was a little bit of a mistake as Sevika took that opportunity to slip her hand around the front, cupping just under your breast. Your surprises yelp was a reward of its own, and so was the one you let out when she moved her hand away, proceeding like nothing happened. "Jerk."

"Oh you love it." You huff and try to relax again, letting Sevika finish up. Luckily there are no more surprises throughout it and you're on the verge of falling asleep. The warmth of the sun, the slight breeze, and the comforting weight of Sevika's body as well as her hand and the occasional touch of her lips, it's all way too comfortable for you. "Done."

You groan, she has to be doing that intentionally. It's torture.

"Thanks." There's not a lot of thankfulness in your tone as you shrug her off and tie the top back into place. Sevika only chuckles upon seeing your pouty face.

"Not that type of beach." She winks, "We could go if you want."

"Nah." Now it's your turn to be a little possessive. You straddle her lap and raise yourself up so you can look down at her, your arms draped across her shoulders, "I don't like other people seeing you naked. Certain parts are for my eyes only."

"Really now?" Sevika leans in, eyes locking on your lips. You lick your lips, waiting, locked on her own. "Then maybe we should get in the water so we can go to the bedroom quicker." You giggle as she picks you up with one arm, the mechanical one on your hip to keep you balanced.

"I can get behind that." You kiss the purple lines on her cheek.

Sevika grins wolfishly, "No. that's gonna be me when I get you behind closed doors." She locks her lips with yours, give you a brief taste of what's to come later. For now though, you can enjoy the cool water of the sea. After what she just told you, a little cooling down is just what you need.

[cutielando]

knight in shining armor | r.c.

synopsis: in which Rafe doesn’t prove to be the biggest asshole around

a/n: based on this request!

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The island was quiet, only the crashing waves breaking the eerie silence of the night.

It was late - much later than you had planned on staying at the bar. You didn’t go out often, especially not this late, but an invitation from your girlfriends to go to the bar and a couple of shots later, here you were.

Battery dead, walking home in the middle of the night.

It might have been because you hated walking alone, or because of the sketchy streets, but your skin prickled with unease and tension.

You tried to tighten your jacket around you in a desperate attempt to soothe your worries, but it was useless. The tense feeling wouldn’t go away.

Someone was watching you.

You kept your head down, cautious yet very fast steps carrying you closer and closer to home.

Only a couple more minutes and then you’re home. You’ve got this.

You kept telling yourself that as you navigated through the streets, but suddenly stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a group of men sitting on a bench, exactly across the street from where you were supposed to go just now.

The voice in your head was very adamant, turn around and find another way home, but there was no other way to get to your house.

Sighing and gritting your teeth, you began walking again, not sparing the men a glance in hope that they would just ignore you and leave you alone.

That thought and hope went out the window as soon as you were passing in front of them.

A high-pitched wolf-whistle broke the otherwise quiet night, making you stiffen and almost stop in your tracks.

"Hey sweetheart, pretty late to be out and about all on your own" one of the men called out, laughing at the end of his sentence.

"You want some company?" another one said.

"Come on, don't be shy now" a third chimed in.

A feeling of panic and fear settled heavily in your chest. You were thinking about a way to respond, to say anything to get rid of those assholes, but a voice stopped you from doing so.

"She's not interested" the voice said, rough and edged with a warning of what might happen if they didn't get the hint.

You froze, slowly turning around to see who had jumped to your rescue from the shadows. And your shock was even greater when the figure finally stepped into the light, revealing the last person you had thought you were going to see.

Rafe Cameron.

"Who the hell are you, man?" one of the men called out again, not moving from their spot on the benches.

"Doesn't matter who I am. She's not interested, so you're going to leave her alone or you'll have to deal with me" he replied, his tone low and dangerous.

It was the way he said it that made the men finally slink off into the night and leave you alone.

The street fell quiet again, which allowed you to let out a breath you hadn't realized you had been holding.

"Are you okay?" Rafe asked, his voice much softer now, as he turned around to look at you.

"Yeah, I think so" you nodded, even though your voice was shaky and your hands were trembling. "Thank you"

He shrugged his shoulders, like what he did was the most natural thing in the world.

"It's nothing. You shouldn't be walking out here alone at night, it's dangerous in this part of town" he said, his eyes remaining on you.

"I know, but I don't have much of a choice. This is the only way home and my phone died, so I couldn't call a cab" you explained.

"Where do you live?" he asked, his tone direct, but still gentle.

You hesitated, your mind wary. He was Rafe Cameron, and his reputation very well preceded him, but after all, he had just saved you from a very uncomfortable situation. And the walk towards your house only got sketchier.

"Near the south docks" you finally replied, making him nod.

"I'll walk you" he said, falling into step with you, his hands stuffed into the front pockets of his jeans.

The silence between the two of you was awkward at first, neither of you saying anything. But as the minutes passed, you found yourself sneaking glances at the Cameron boy. He didn't seem dangerous or crazy as people had claimed him to be, he was... normal.

"You don't have to walk me home, you know" you said after a little while, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yeah, I do" he replied, his tone neutral.

"Why? You don't even know me" you pointed out.

He shrugged, the corners of his mouth threatening to turn into a faint smirk.

"I don't like seeing people get pushed around" he said.

It was a very simple and straightforward answer, but the fact that it came from Rafe Cameron was the big surprise.

You had heard many stories about Rafe Cameron from different people on the island, but none of those matched the Rafe Cameron currently walking you home to make sure nothing happened to you.

By the time you had reached your house, the tension between the two of you had slowly disappeared and the heaviness on your chest had eased.

"Thanks again, for saving me and walking me home" you said as you stopped in front of the house.

"Get inside safe, okay?" he said, his eyes finding yours.

You nodded, smiling a little.

"I'll see you around" you said before turning around and walking towards your front door, stealing one last look at him before entering the house.

Maybe the island didn't know Rafe as well as they thought.

Maybe they were wrong about him, after all.

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[polyhexianbirb]

OOKOSJEKJ SO I HAVE AN AU FOR EPIC I call it the Double Mulan au.

So Penelope, who is blessed by Ares does a Mulan and dresses in Odysseus's armour and head to war disguised as him. She cuts her hair and binds her chest and Ares gives her a gift that will make her voice deeper than it is. She can fight bc she is Spartan ofc.

But there cant be two Odysseus's running around, so when Odysseus realises she is gone, he starts dressing like her and pretending to be her, and he looks after Telemachus. He keeps the country in tact and gets to stay with his son, and Athena teaches him to weave. Just for authenticity's sake, he also grows his hair, and Athena gives a similar gift to him that Ares gave Penelope, just to make his voice more feminine.

Au notes down below:

And i have a whole plan for this au like. Penelope still gets gifted the Moly by Hermes bc he can respect the dedication to the bit. Penelope only reveals herself as a woman during Other Ways bc Circe had thought it was a man's chest and disnt mean to touch actual women Boobas how embarrassing--

Oh and the Cyclops thing is different. Penelope doesn't care enough about her crew and Ares is all about the passion of war (which is why he and Aphrodite are a thing, they're both passion and ugliness and desire and red and blood) eo he gets upset that she didn't care to bring back the dead bodies of the crew. She still yells Odysseus's name to puss of Ares, except literally only Ares and Athena know about the swap rn so Poseidon is just forever angry at the wrong person.

Sirens well just say that the only person to see the illusion is the person they're targeting, so only Penelope sees Odysseus, the others just see a siren. Otherwise it'd make Odysseus look like a second Narcissus. And she still kills them.

"I see your man with a wife who is haunting, a lady with a trail of bodies"

"WHO?"

Calypso is just happy to have someone there. She definetly knows this is a woman, but Penelope still tries to keep up the ruse. By God Games the gods who were all in it all found out by now about the switch, and hold up lemme wrote their arguments:

Apollo: she fought against Troy, she is one of the main reasons one of his temples is in disarray! How dare she! Plus the prophecies state Odysseus should've been the one to fight, that didn't happen though!

Hephestus: she literally didn't care, like seriously. His argument mostly stays the same, and Ares finds it hard to defend her on this one, because yeah, her family is her main priority, but she's passionate about them at least?

Aphrodite: my man is weak to Aphrodite. Her argument is that she left her beloved alone, disappearing to the middle of the night with no word of where she went, that isn't love, she disnt even say a proper goodbye. He tries to say that she loved him enough to leave, and Aphrodite is like 'you're lucky I love you, we're having such great ******** tonight"

Athena: she is upset because Odysseus has been alone, Penelope is cunning yes, but her champion was meant to be the one in the war, not Ares's he stole her spotlight, her champion is suffering now, and he should deal with the consequences. He basically uses logic against her, saying she is being emotional for a change and explains that if Penelope stays away, Odysseus will just keep suffering.

Hera: "look how much she loves him! They're so in love they think alike! They have both been loyal!" And Hera ofc eats that shit up.

And I feel like for Odysseus's side of things he couldn't really teach Telemachus too much in fighting, bc the suitors are there messing with everything. Instead of Athena helping Telemachus in a fight it's Ares, an then when he sees how stressed Odysseus is, how far the charade has gone, he realises Penelope has to get home.

Oh and Penelope definetly makes some Poseidon Sashimi on the way home.

[the-clockwork-fiend]

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Created 12 - 1 - 2024

❝ Kitchen Mischief ❞

— Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader...

Contains fluff, Lilia's cooking deserves a warning; based on this post's prompt "S'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt" "You just can't cook."; December 1st special; not proofread.

I wasn't really sure where to end it so bear with me, it's my first fic on my new account and it's been a while since I've written. I'll admit that it's a little rushed because I have things to do soon but I wanted to get this out before I get too busy and forget. I hope you enjoy!

"Y/N, make sure Lilia doesn't handle too much of the cooking." Silver's words echoed in your head as you helped Lilia gather the ingredients for various Christmas treats. The plan had originally been for you to handle the baking, but after Lilia had dropped into the secret meeting between you, Silver, Sebek, and Malleus and insisted on baking the sweet treats himself, no one had been able to talk him out of it. Afterwards, Silver had pulled you aside and told you that advice. You knew as well as he did that left unsupervised, the kitchen would become unusable for the next week, so you took the duty quite seriously.

"Y/N, how many marshmallows should I use?" Facing Lilia, you saw that the short fae was holding a sizeable bag of the fluffy white cubes. He wore a bright smile on his face, wide enough that you could see his sharp canine teeth. "Check the recipe book," you said, pointing to the open book on the counter nearby. "And stick to the recipe, no deviations." You warned him as though he was a small child. He must have picked up on your tone as well, because he good-naturedly answered, "Fine, fufufu."

Against your better judgment, you turned your back on Lilia to focus on your own project. As worried as you were that he would find some odd ingredient to add in, you couldn't hover over him the whole time. At least you'd compromised with him, allowing him to pick a sweet of his own to make rather than the frosted sugar cookies that he'd had his eye on making. Otherwise, you definitely wouldn't have taken your eye off of him for even a second. But s'mores seemed to be a safe option. There weren't a whole lot of ways someone could mess those up, right? Though, you thought dryly, Lilia would undoubtedly find a way if you didn't watch his progress carefully.

You heard playful giggling behind you and turned. Lilia held a bag of M&Ms and was popping the colorful candies into his mouth as he placed graham crackers on a plate. Relieved that he was placated — at least for now— you finished cutting out the cookies from the flattened dough on the counter and carefully moved them to the pan you had ready.

Once you'd finished, you stuck the first batch of cookies into the oven, casting a quick glance at the timer to make sure it would go off, you went about making the frosting. You'd settled on a fairly simple recipe and, after ensuring Lilia was still occupied, moved across the room to grab what ingredients you'd need.

"Y/N!" Lilia called out. Bracing yourself for disaster, you turned around. Only, the kitchen wasn't on fire as you'd expected. In fact, Lilia was nowhere to be seen, which worried you more than if the kitchen had spontaneously combusted.

"Lilia?" You questioned, looking around. Suddenly, a pair of blood red eyes appeared in front of you, accompanied by a curtain of black and pink hair and Lilia's upside down face, a smile on his face. Startled, you jumped back, but as you opened your mouth in an instinctive yelp, he shoved something in your mouth.

Taking a moment to process what had just happened, you realized what was now in your mouth was a s'more. You were pleasantly surprised that you could at least tell what food you would be ingesting, most of all that it was edible and hadn't already poisoned you.

"So? How does it taste?" Lilia asked expectantly, a proud expression on his face. Taking a bite of the s'more and holding the remainder in your hand, you chewed thoughtfully. It tasted like a s'more should, which meant that he hadn't taken any disastrous creative liberties. You swallowed and gave a thumbs up. "It tastes great!" You said with a grin. Beaming, Lilia laughed. "Thank you! Though, I think a few tweaks in the recipe could've made it taste better." He seemed to be contemplating this idea, so you quickly moved the conversation on.

"Er- the original tastes awesome, don't bother! Anyways, let's get back to work. These treats won't make themselves." You walked back over to your area of the counter and set down the stuff you'd need to make the icing.

Checking the timer, you still had a few minutes, so you got the icing going in the stand mixer while you cut out more gingerbread man shaped cookies with the cookie cutter. You'd just finished putting the last cookie on the tray when the timer went off. You shoved the oven mitts on and opened the oven door, replaced the finished cookie pan with the unbaked one, and set the first one on the stove top.

You realized, a good chunk of time later, that you hadn't been paying attention to Lilia until you heard a sheepish, "Whoopsies," come from your left. You spun around, and apparently your earlier worries were proven to be warranted. Lilia held the smoldering remains of what you could only assume had once been a s'more in his hand, blowing out the small green flames that had presumably been the cause of setting it ablaze. Luckily, nothing else appeared to be scorched, so you assumed that the fire had been magic, and thus started by Lilia.

"Have you been making the s'mores by setting them on fire?" You asked incredulously. The smore you'd eaten earlier hadn't been burnt, so what had happened this time? Lilia's expression was bashful as he explained, "I got a little overzealous..." Half worried that what only deserved the name of charcoal would damage the garbage bag if you tossed it — it still had smoke emitting from it and was evidently still hot — you gestured to it gingerly. "What do you plan to do with it?"

"Eat it, of course!" Came Lilia's response, and he immediately popped it into his mouth. Your look of appall must have been visible on your face, because he said, "S'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt!" You turned away with a sigh of disappointment in your partner. "You just can't cook," you answered. You'd long since dismissed the notion that anything the fae cooked, if it could be referred to as something that was cooked, would harm him. However, you, rightfully so, avoided kissing the fae or sharing anything with him for at least a day after he did this.

"I'm wounded," Lilia said, rather dramatically. "I can cook! I took care of Malleus and Silver and they don't have anything bad to say about my cooking!

You didn't reply, choosing not to mention the whole reason for the secret meeting with them that Lilia had dropped in on. Instead, you pulled the second pan of cookies out of the oven and sent Lilia to grab you sprinkles and the ingredients for brownies.

Once everything had finished baking and cooling, you let Lilia do what he liked decorating the treats. You figured that that was a task that he could manage without setting stuff on fire — again. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Silver's head poke around the doorway of the kitchen. You gave him a slight nod and a smile, hoping that he got the message that everything was going fine, which he seemed to understand, because he gave a brief nod in return and disappeared from view.

"These brownies are very good, Y/N," Malleus said, taking a bite out of his square. Silver and Sebek made noises of agreement as they ate their own brownies.

"See? My baking skills are amazing!" Lilia told to you proudly with a smug grin on his face. Hearing his words, Malleus and Sebek looked shocked and appeared ready to spit the sweets out, but then they seemed to notice that the brownies tasted okay and Malleus, at least, regained his composure. "Lilia, you made these?" he asked. You could tell that he was still dubious as to whether or not he should continue eating. "I was there to supervise," you spoke up.

"I see." Sebek seemed relieved and began eating again, your explanation satisfying him. Silver, for his part, had finished his own brownie without pause, though that was probably because he'd checked in on you earlier and saw for himself that the food wasn't hazardous to consume.

"I can't believe that Christmas is only a few weeks away! I haven't even finished getting Kalim or Cater's presents yet!" Lilia exclaimed conversationally, munching on one of your sugar cookies.

Silver chimed in, "Neither have I for Se— uh, Riddle." He caught his slip up and redirected quickly, his eyes glancing at Sebek for a brief moment before flicking away. It clicked after a few seconds. Silver had gotten the Equestrian Club gifts, and he didn't want to spoil the surprise for Sebek. Malleus seemed to catch this too, judging from the way his smile widened slightly, but he too stayed silent.

"So, Malleus, Y/N, are you getting presents for anyone?" Lilia prompted teasingly.

"Of course," you said with a conspiratorial wink to the dragon fae. You had both collaborated to make a special gift for Lilia, a way of showing your thanks to him. The gift itself would be a horizontal weapon stand for Lilia to place his magearm on, but it wasn't quite ready; you still needed Sam to deliver a few decorative pieces so you could finish it.

"I don't suppose you'd tell me what it is?" Lilia asked, blinking his eyes like a puppy. Malleus chuckled. "That would ruin the surprise."

Lilia pouted but conceded. "Fine." He reached to grab another cookie, but there were none left on the plate. "There are more in the kitchen," you reminded him. The short fae looped his arm through yours and with no further explanation or room to protest, he announced, "You're coming with me!"

Once you followed along, he nudged you in the side with an elbow. "Are you sure—"

"I'm not going to tell you," you said firmly. With that, he sighed and he seemed to actually give up, knowing that if you weren't going to budge, you wouldn't budge. You arrived at the kitchen and you scoped out what baked goods remained. Another pan of brownies and a copious amount of sugar cookies that you would have to give away to other students to get rid of in a timely manner.

"Y/N~" Lilia said. You turned and was met with his face inches from yours. You felt his lips press against yours in a quick kiss. It took you a few moments to register that he'd been hovering, but that honestly wasn't your most pressing thought as you gagged. The taste of sickly burnt marshmallow invaded your mouth, remnant from the failed s'more from earlier. Lilia's eyes lit up in alarm. "Y/N?"

"No more kisses for the rest of the day — or at least util you brush your teeth!" You said, gagging still and grabbing a glass of water to attempt to rid your mouth of the acrid taste.

"Do you want a cookie?"

"Yes."

"Does that mean I can—"

"No."

You're leaving now? Do be careful out there, it'd be unfortunate if you injured yourself by slipping on a patch of ice or whatnot! Oh, here's a peppermint for the road, they're quite tasty! Well, I hope to see you again soon, esteemed patron.

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[belobogbro]

He hummed out a sigh when Eros moved up to lay against his chest, his own hands wandering further down to spread atop his partner's back. Head turning subtly to meet the first touch to his face, Anton kissed the heel of Eros' palm. All the while, his gaze remained fixed on the other, and he couldn't get the small soft smile off his lips - not that he even tried.

Anton was most of the way to catching his breath when their mouths met. He thought he could taste a hint of his own release; whether that was true or not, the idea kept arousal simmering in his veins, settling hottest in his groin. Turning his head a little further to welcome the attentions down his neck, low-lidded eyes widened when the trail of kisses ended in a sharp nip. Another moan, softer this time but no less eager, leapt from his throat.

The contrast of following it up with a tender kiss to his knuckles had Anton blushing darker than he might've otherwise. When their fingers interlaced, he offered a slight squeeze to Eros' palm in return. And boy, if he thought he'd gone red from that kiss, his partner's words left his face feeling like a fresh-boiled lobster.

"Love you too, sólnyshka. ...I just wish I was better at makin' my words sound pretty like that." A quiet, sheepish chuckle. "Everything I think of sounds like a bad copy of what you said. But I do love you a hell of a lot, and I wanna show some of that any way I can." Maybe he'd do better with actions than words.

Anton bit the inside of his lip, blush prickling briefly at Eros' grinning reply. His mouth soon fell open when his partner's returned to his cock, teasing just long enough to make him squirm again before that perfect wet heat engulfed it.

Hands burying once more in soft hair, he tipped his head back, at first too distracted by Eros' attentions. That insanely skilled tongue, the faint incidental skims of teeth, those nails pressing against his thighs and the moan that came with them, the shift in tightness around his tip each time Eros took him down to the base... Anton luxuriated in the teasing for a little while.

When the pace showed no signs of speeding up, though, his hips started moving again. A part of him had wanted to see how long he might hold out, but it all felt too good to deny himself. Bracing his heels, Anton started out complementing Eros' rhythm, but soon build back up to his earlier pace. Heated tightness coiled faster in his groin this time, threatening to release at any moment. He couldn't even manage words of warning, just taut, needy moans amid shorter panting breaths.

Balls drawn up tight, fingers tangled in pink and white waves, Anton came into Eros' mouth with a wordless, drawn-out, wavering groan. Aftershocks shivered through him with the last couple spurts, slowly draining tension from his posture - but not yet from his arousal. Crimson eyes blearily blinked open to gaze down at Eros with a small tender smile, letting go of his partner's hair to cradle that pretty face instead.

[basicbats]

wait a damn minute is there any chance nils came out with that story?? Am I reading this completely wrong? Maybe.

[backwardswalks]

I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth. — Anne Carson, An Oresteia

[ninjigma]

Bonded AU? Bonded AU.

This one has been in the drafts for a while (general indecision on my art abilities and such being as they are) but truthfully it is such a silly little moment and I love it, so here is to Quinlan and Fox joyously being the nesciences they are.

For more wonderful info on the Bonded AU, which I share with @bucketking, you can read it here! And yes, thus far it is unhinged art and written plot points, but I love it too much to really stop 🤍

Enjoy!

[allthatglxtters]

"Oh! Then I'm glad it's a pleasant surprise, even if that shouldn't be surprising. They are lovely. You are lovely, to it would make sense that all of you would be so." Gale blushed, realizing he'd likely said quite a lot with that statement before pushing onward. "Your cave? That sounds interesting. Is your home a cave because it is home or out of necessity? Any place can be home if you've settled it properly. And I..admittedly enjoyed Ivy Cove as well, even if it is nice to be somewhere I'm more familiar with." Gale listened to her attentively, cocking his head at her hesitation on fine. "I'm sorry to hear that Ariella. Maybe we'll go back? But for the meantime...I intend to try and figure it out." Gale's gaze moved to where the barrier would be, hoping he could. If he couldn't, well..it was yet another magical task he wasn't enough for, and the wizard did not like finding his limitations. "I'll do my best to at the vou very least get you back to your cave...otherwise, have you at least found somewhere safe to stay in the meantime?"

"no, not rude!" ariella reassured quickly, dropping her hand to not bring attention to them anymore. "i'm just -- well no one has ever said nice things about them before," she muttered, blush continuing to pile at her cheeks. "my cave is... um, i live south of the city," ariella spoke quickly, not meaning to mention that she lived in a cave. how lame that would seem compared waterdeep. "i hope not," she said with a sigh, looking past him to the city then focusing back on gale. "i liked ivy cove. i'm... fine." a lie. "i just don't like big cities and well, baldur's gate has bad memories for me." she had lost friends here. ones she had been unable to save. "do you think... do you think you could figure out this barrier?"

[humanmorph]

I just don't know what to do with Gur now. I'd already somewhat written them off as fucked forever I guess considering the divine they're bound to is imprisoned*. Would that be unceremonious & somewhat unsatisfying (at least to me)? Sure but it happens. But Austin twice(!) (once in the chat at Jack's Palisade soundtrack livestream & then I think in the Post Mortem) made a weird "oh well who knows about Gur" type comment & it's like. MAN.... WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.... If they're not just fucked forever, what is happening to them? In what state could they possibly exit that situation, and how could they ever at all?

I guess the most we get about what's happening with Gur now comes from Future in the PAL46 intro: "No more visions of tomorrow for you. Now, simply recollect." Is this Gur reliving the moment of his death over & over again?

---

*I don't super remember but I'm guessing that's what happened to Future after Brnine got it back from Jesset? Also I know the whole deal there was that it's hard to enact justice on beings with the livespans that divines have - that eventually, on a long enough timeline, they could all be free again. But I don't think this matters much here, because there probably won't be that big a time jump between PALISADE & P3.

[lemonyinks]

Aw screw it, why not post this here

Decided to try my hand at making AMVs

[turkicgods]

"How do you know? How can you be sure?" Shyngay couldn't help but ask without a moment's hesitation, a sense of urgency to his question. He couldn't imagine a world, or universe, where the sky gods didn't hate him, he'd been trained to believe otherwise for his entire existence and every part of it made sense to him, it all fit into place. But to be told otherwise?

It had to be wrong. Karthisius had to be wrong.

As the other god stood, the Turkic deity instinctively stepped back as if trying to avoid an expectant blow or attack at that very moment. Or at least some sort of goading. Yet nothing came, he stared at him, so uncertain about him, about everything he was experiencing at that moment. "I... was told, but it's what I believe. Why would my father lie to me about it? Lie to us?" The irony was that he hated his father, didn't really trust him, yet he took his and his older siblings' word about their extended family as unquestionable truth. It was all he knew, the very reason he went out of his way to avoid them because he'd been raised to believe they'd smite him, or at least punish him given his invulnerability, without a second thought.

That would be their first reaction to him, wouldn't it? Getting rid of him? Repelling him? Disgust?

"No, I..." It was like the guy was in his head, seeing those doubts, those fears as clear as day and it terrified Shyngay right down to his core. His family had never seen it, how it grew, how it festered within him, that temptation to follow in Matyr's footsteps and walk away from them all entirely. But the truth was -- - he was too scared to do so.

"You can't possibly know that." He tried to deny it, shaking his head from side to side as he felt the muscles in his throat constrict. Even just watching Karthisius approach, every part of the older god tensed, unsure about what was about to happen, instantly presuming the worst. So when his forehead was poked, there was a glimmer of realisation in his eyes that told him he wasn't in immediate danger. But could he really trust that foreign feeling? "It scares me..." He finally admitted, his voice lowering, wavering as the words came out. "The doubt... the consequences that could come from it."

He watches, and that turmoil surfaces once more. IT'S STRANGE to see such familiarity. Such PAIN. He remembers feeling that way as a mortal. True every story had more than one side to it. Every hero was someone's villain and vice versa. Suffice it to say he gives credence to his words with a quiet nod.

"They don't hate you. I know as much to be true. But whether or not that's the point is irrelevant, the only thing that matters is that you are not what someone else expects you to be..."

He rises to his feet now, COAT slung off and resting against the back of his chair as he steps out onto the open grass field. Hands resting on his hips with rolled up sleeves and a relaxed look about him.

"Do you really believe that? Or is that what you're saying because it's what you were told to believe?"

The words are POWERFUL, yet when he speaks them they're as light as air and he hasn't the faintest sound of regret in his tone. He has a sinking suspicion he knows the answer, and whether or not Shyngay was ready to believe it was the question.

"I'll tell you what it is I believe, I believe that you have less clarity in this than you did before. You are carrying around your sins as though they are weights upon your ankles dragging you deeper into the abyss. But above all else, you're now beginning to wonder if perhaps there is MORE to existence than forcing yourself into a mold you didn't ask for."

He glances over his shoulder quietly as the EMERALD MOON makes its appearance known, BATHING the Moon Isles in its verdant glow as Karthisius's crown & eyes come to match it's tint.

"I'm not asking you to forsake anything. Such a leap would be absurd & unrealistic, but you've been alive long enough to understand the value of time & how much it can give you if you allow it. I simply ask that you give it that chance. I think you might find much of that fog in your head clears."

He approaches, hands resting on his hips until he stands face to face with the other god, LITTLE space left between them and index finger gently poking the man's forehead to punctuate his words.

[pibsboots]

I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.

Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.

It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.

When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.

Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.

Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.

I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.

But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.

With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.

If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.

Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.

Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.

Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.

It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.

All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.

There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: KISS & MAKE UP

✩ ‧ ˚. streamer!au: after the breakup, you two decide to make up in the traditional way—by having sex! NSFW

contents: fem!reader. oral (f. recieving), p –> v, teasing, praise, hair pulling (m. recieving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, use of pet names (too many to list here). not proofread bc you couldn't pay me to read all this again. 2.5k words. read this fic beforehand for better understanding of the context, but you don't have to.

author's note: tumblr hates me and that's why the banner quality's trash. if u wanna see the details, click here. anyways the streamer!gojo smut has finally arrived, tagging @satorena @screampied @cultrise, enjoyyy ;)

“did you tell them we’re back together?”

satoru nods in response to your question, plopping down on the couch next to you. he's spent the last hour chatting with his stream, and eventually he broke the news that you and him were back together after the breakup.

“yeah, i did,” he confirms, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. your hands automatically move to his hair and you thread your fingers through the soft white strands, pausing after a couple seconds to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

a week ago, you and satoru had an admittedly messy breakup—not messy in the sense that it got toxic or dramatic, but messy in the way that it could’ve easily been avoided. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but thankfully, you and satoru resolved your misunderstanding within a relatively short time.

since then, things have been a little different—satoru’s been taking a break from streaming, which gave him move time to spend with you and away from his thousands of fans. it was his suggestion, and not surprisingly, it worked. but all good things have to come to an end, and your “honeymoon” away from satoru’s stream seems to be coming to a close.

“something smells good,” satoru notes, lifting his head and glancing at the kitchen. “wait, is that ramen?” your boyfriend gasps, eyes rounding as he looks at you hopefully. 

“yeah, you said you were craving it, so i made some,” you reply with a smile, untangling yourself from his arms and walking over to the kitchen. satoru blows you a flurry of kisses that you see out of the corner of your eye as you check on the ramen, which looks pretty much done.

“y’know, i still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you pulled last week,” you say dryly, turning off the stove and draining the water from the ramen into your sink. the steam rises up as the boiling water slips down into the drain, clouding your face for a moment before it dissipates into thin air. 

“...does that mean i don’t get to eat that ramen?” satoru asks tentatively, a nervous smile on his lips as you empty a packet of flavored powder into the ramen. you shoot him a look and raise an eyebrow, turning back to the stove to hide your smile.

“maybe, maybe not,” you reply coyly, not wanting to give in too soon.

“boo, you whore.”

you roll your eyes and divide the ramen into two bowls, one for you and one for your boyfriend. “you’re lucky i’m too nice to let you starve, regina,” you say pointedly, walking back over to the couch and handing one of the bowls to him, which satoru takes with both hands—a habit from his childhood that never went away. “otherwise you’d be—”

satoru cuts you off by poking your lips with his chopsticks, steaming hot ramen wrapped around them. you reluctantly open your mouth and let him feed you, smiling when he seals the bite with a kiss. 

“best girlfriend ever,” satoru proclaims when he pulls away, a lazy smile playing on his lips. his soft blue eyes study your own, observing your unusually guarded expression and frowning.

“how many times do i gotta apologize for my bullshit before you stop making that face at me?” he grumbles, twirling his chopsticks in his bowl and taking a bite of the ramen. it’s cute how satoru’s face lights up at the taste, and it’s even cuter how his eyes round at you in awe when he takes another bite. “i didn’t know instant ramen could be this good,” he muses, licking any lingering flavor off of his lips.

“very funny, satoru,” you laugh, swirling your chopsticks around the broth and watching the rest of the steam rise from your bowl. “and to answer your question, i don’t really know.”

satoru tilts his head and takes a sip of his water, ice clinking against the side of the glass. when you respond to his question, he pauses and tilts his head in confusion. “...wait, what does that mean?”

you think for a second, choosing your words carefully. “i’m not sure how long it’ll take until we’re back to… normal,” you say cautiously. in all honesty, you weren’t that pissed off at him—you never were. but the fact that satoru was so ready to throw your relationship away over something as small as that was upsetting, to say the least. and you weren’t entirely sure it wouldn’t happen again.

satoru looks at you thoughtfully, more serious than you’ve seen him in a while. you can almost see the gears turning in his head before he replies. “any idea how i can make it up to you?”

you shrug, swallowing another bite of ramen before you meet his eyes. “you tell me. actions speak louder than words.”

your boyfriend drops his chopsticks, letting them clatter around in the bowl before he stands up. he extends a hand to you, a determined glint in his eye. “then lemme prove it to you.”

“satoru, you can’t bribe me with sex.”

“that’s not all i’ll be doing, sweetheart. trust me.”

and that’s how you ended up in his room, hands tangled in satoru’s soft white hair as he eats you out. his tongue laps at your cunt with quick, kitten-like strokes, and he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “feels s’good, satoru,” you breathe, involuntarily tugging on his hair and dragging out a groan from his lips. “sorry—”

“don’t apologize,” satoru mumbles in reply, nose brushing against your dripping thighs as his tongue slips past your folds and goes in deeper. he looks up and locks eyes with you, unable to resist smiling at the way your legs tremble around him. “aw, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt with a grin. “and i’m the one who should be—fuck, you’re gorgeous—apologizing.”

this isn’t the first time satoru’s eaten you out, but it feels like it every single time—somehow, his tongue has a talent of rendering you unable to focus on anything else but him. you grind your hips against satoru’s face, eyes squinted shut as your boyfriend flattens his tongue before lapping your slick up with cloudy eyes. “shit, i don’t know what i’d be without you,” he murmurs, voice low and steady—and something about his tone makes you certain he’s being completely honest with you.

“you’re so—fuck, satoru, i’m gonna cum,” you breathe, back automatically arching when satoru’s tongue reaches that spot inside you. he laughs, and the vibration of the soft sound against your puffy, sensitive cunt almost makes your legs give out—but thankfully, satoru’s hands are secured around your thighs, holding you in place. “‘toru, i can’t—”

“yeah, y’can, just relax that pretty pussy for me,” he cooes, licking up the slick dripping down his chin. “c’mon, you’re doing so good f’me, keep going, baby.” and just like that, his tongue slips out of your cunt and he lets you cum—the sheer force of your orgasm hits you like a truck, and your hips roll against satoru’s face in a choppy rhythm as you desperately ride it out, hands gripping and accidentally yanking his hair.

you stutter out his name a couple more times, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of satoru’s mouth on your sensitive, gushing pussy. your boyfriend praises you the whole way, gently murmuring soft words about how sweet you are for letting him taste you, even while your relationship was rocky. when your voice steadies enough for satoru to make out what you’re begging him to do, he’s not at all surprised to hear you plea for him to fuck you—so stands up and tugs you down onto his bed, hand intertwined with yours as he pulls the sheets over your bodies. 

you squeeze satoru’s hand and lean in to kiss him, chest still heaving from your earlier orgasm. naturally, you miss his lips and end up kissing the side of his face, which is flushed bright red from the way his body reacts to the taste of your pussy. “don’t ever leave me like that again,” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes for some reason—maybe it’s the lovesick way satoru looks at you, or maybe it’s the way he’s holding onto you like there’s no place he’d rather be.

“i won’t,” satoru promises, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead and pulling your head into his chest. his lips touch the top of your head as he murmurs, “and if i do, shoot me.” it sounds like a joke, but you both know that he’s dead serious.

“good thing i won’t have to do that,” you say with a soft giggle. your smile is heart-achingly familiar to satoru, and it feels like home—and that’s the realization that has him stripping off what little clothing the two of you still have on before he climbs on top of you. 

satoru touches the tip of his dick to your pussy, waiting for your nod to allow him to go in all the way. after a second, you dip your chin and trail your fingers down satoru’s jaw, grabbing his chin and pulling him down into another kiss. his lips linger for a couple seconds, still-minty breath tickling your face, before he pulls away. satoru slowly lowers his hips and nudges his dick inside of your desperate cunt, hands resting on either side of you.

even though it’s only been a little over a week since you last had sex with satoru, it feels like it’s been forever—your boyfriend curses when he feels how tight you are, mumbling something about missing you “so fucking much” as he goes in deeper and deeper. it hurts a little at first, but you quickly get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“fuckin’ hell, i’m never gonna get tired of this,” satoru breathes, dipping his head and kissing your collarbone. a single drop of sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches you squirm, eyes soft and endearing as you do so. he starts rolling his hips back and forth against you to loosen you up a little, dragging out soft moans from you as he does so. 

“yeah, you better not,” you mutter, tilting your head back and drawing in a long breath of air. you can’t remember the last time you felt this good—maybe it was the last time satoru fucked you. “satoru, y’re going so slow—”

your boyfriend cuts you off with a particularly harsh thrust, making your body jolt against his mattress. satoru lifts his head and looks you in the eye, a breathy laugh slipping out of him when he sees the pout on your lips. “the fuck you mean, i’m going slow? you want me to tear you apart? silly girl,” he tuts, back to his usual cocky self. he shakes his head and goes deep enough in you to force you to arch your back, starting to grin at the way you paw at his chest. “always so selfish, aren’t you?” he cooes, dipping his head and giving you a sloppy kiss on the forehead. “but you’re always—so—fuckin’—sweet,” satoru whispers, punctuating each word with a thrust hard enough for you to moan out his name more times than you can count.

“you’re the selfish one,” you mumble, lips trembling enough to muffle your voice. satoru huffs out a sigh and kisses your mouth, teeth gently brushing against your bottom lip. “you broke up with me for no reason,” you continue, tears pricking at your eyes again. “you think i’m gonna forgive you this fast?” 

satoru shakes his head again and caresses the side of your face. “will you?” he asks, slowing his pace enough for you to notice. you mutter something about him edging you on purpose, to which satoru shushes you and repeats his question.

“maybe.”

“you gotta stop giving me maybe’s, baby—y’re drivin’ me crazy here.”

in the past week, satoru’s done so much for you, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. on the day after your breakup, he picked you up from your house and took you for a picnic entirely curated by him. on the second day, he made you breakfast, lunch and dinner—it wasn’t the best food you ever had, but it was definitely the most memorable (in more ways than one). on the third day, he took you out to your favorite amusement park and did everything he could to make you smile—by then, you had pretty much forgiven him, and the giant teddy bear he dropped in your bedroom only made you love him more. the rest of the days were filled with longing glances and little gifts left around your house, which only helped him earn more and more of you back.

so, you figure that satoru deserves what comes next.

“okay,” you whisper. 

satoru’s eyes widen and he hesitates before he tentatively asks, “does this mean—”

you don’t let him finish his question, instead grabbing his face and tugging him down into a full kiss. he lets out a soft hm? in surprise, but kisses you back more than gratefully. “c’mon, make me cum,” you breathe when he finally pulls away. satoru nods dazedly and mouths “i love you” before he goes back in you, pace faster than before.

one of his hands snakes down to your waist, holding it in pace while the other caresses your face. you gaze up at him with a soft smile, eyes fluttering open and closed every time his dick hits your sweet spot—which is more times than your body can handle, but you welcome the feeling of him deep inside of you. after barely a couple thrusts, a coil forms in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each movement of satoru’s hips. 

satoru laughs, chest heaving as he grins down at you cheekily. “i knew you’d forgive me,” he murmurs, pinching your cheek affectionately. “m’ so sorry—”

“shut up and fuck me,” you interrupt, tongue starting to loll out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming all over satoru’s dick. 

“as you wish, princess.”

satoru’s breathing slowly changes, becoming more choppy and uneven the closer you watch him get to his high—it’s so, so close for both of you, and when it comes, it takes over both of your minds like a drug. satoru curses and groans out your name, thrusts growing sloppy as he desperately rides out his orgasm. cum shoots out from his dick and coats the inside of your cunt white, dripping out once you physically can’t take any more.

you run your hands all over satoru’s body, clawing and gripping at every inch of skin you can latch onto—satoru’s always been your anchor, and you hope that he always will be. one of his hands leaves the side of your face and tangles with your fingers, holding it down against the mattress as he promises to never screw you over like that again, and you’re only too welcoming to him and his words as you squirt all over his dick. “fuck, satoru—”

he lifts his eyes and meets your own, and unlike you, his vision is clearer than ever. “shoot me if i ever leave you again, baby. i’m serious.”

you raise a shaky hand and touch the side of his face, eyes fluttering shut as you murmur, “i know i won’t have to.”

[furuu]

◝　‿ 　　　You noticed how grumpy Sukuna had been all day, his temper flaring at every little thing, lashing out at servants with sharp, biting words. The deep, guttural growl that seemed to rumble from his chest set everyone on edge. His usual terrifying presence had become even more menacing, a dark aura clinging to him like a second skin.

Despite his brooding demeanor, a part of you couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and curiosity. You tilted your head slightly, watching him with keen eyes as he huffed, his expression stoic but tinged with annoyance. His four, fiery crimson eyes, which normally blazed with authority, now held a glint of something else-something darker and more irritated.

Approaching him carefully, you couldn't resist the urge to ask, "You doing alright, my love?" Your voice was soft, cautious, as if trying not to provoke him further. In response, he let out another agitated huff, but as he heard your voice, his irritation seemed to subside, if only for a moment.

His gaze softened slightly, the flicker of affection in his eyes undeniable. "I'm perfectly fine," he grumbled, crossing his powerful arms over his broad chest, trying to maintain his gruff demeanor. But you could see right through him-your presence alone had a calming effect, even if he refused to admit it.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you moved closer, a small smile playing on your lips. Without hesitation, you climbed onto his large lap, settling comfortably as he sat upon his imposing throne. He let out another quiet, dramatic huff, as if trying to emphasize his unknown frustrations. An idea formed in your mind, and you couldn't help but giggle softly. Though his face remained expressionless, you noticed that his lower set of eyes were locked onto you, following your every move with a silent intensity.

Despite his grumpy demeanor, you knew Sukuna well enough to recognize that he was drawn to you, his attention unwavering.

His lower set of eyes seemed to plead for your attention, even if his pride wouldn't allow him to ask for it outright. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he finally broke the silence, his voice gruff yet laced with curiosity.

"What's so amusing?"

You leaned in closer, the playful smile never leaving your face. "You're hungry, aren't you, my lord?" you teased, your voice tinged with amusement. "Is that why you've been so grumpy today? You haven't eaten a thing yet, have you?"

For a brief moment, Sukuna's grouchy expression faltered as your words hit the mark. "Are you implying I'm... hangry?" he questioned, his voice losing some of its initial sharpness. His four arms crossed defensively as his lower eyes averted your gaze. "I'm the King of Curses. I do not get hangry," he protested, though the slight rumbling of his stomach betrayed his claim.

You pouted playfully, noticing the subtle snarl of his lips in response. "You poor thing," you cooed, your hand snaking behind his head to rub at the sensitive undercut of his hair. He grunted under your touch, clearly enjoying the sensation despite himself. "Why don't you eat, my love? You're such a grouchy thing without a full belly."

Sukuna huffed again, leaning subtly into your touch. He hadn't eaten because he knew how much you disliked it when he indulged in his darker, more primal cravings—cannibalism, his twisted preference for human flesh or organs. He wouldn't admit that he was holding back for your sake, though. "I don't need to eat—I'm not that hungry," he muttered, but the quiet rumble of his stomach told you otherwise.

Before you could respond, Uraume, Sukuna's trusted subordinate, entered the room quietly and swiftly. They approached with a small bowl, offering it to you-a grim assortment of human parts carefully prepared for your lord. Uraume's presence was fleeting, and they quickly dismissed themselves, leaving you alone with Ryomen once more. You noticed how his abs clenched in hunger, even as his expression remained distant and stoic, his lower eyes locked onto your small hands holding the bowl.

"Are you sure?" you asked softly, teasingly, as you noticed the way his gaze lingered. His growl in response was all the answer you needed.

Sukuna's body trembled slightly as he fought to resist the overwhelming urge to feed. The aroma of the human flesh assaulted his senses, his mouth watering in anticipation. You could see his resolve wavering, the sound of his stomach rumbling growing louder, betraying his need.

One of your hands gently reached up to his face, guiding his gaze to yours with a tender touch along his jawline. "Shhh," you soothed, feeling his head lean into your palm, his usual resistance melting away under your touch. His four eyes met yours, the hunger in them now mingled with a hint of surrender.

You ran your thumb over his lower lip, lifting it slightly to reveal his sharp, lethal fangs.

With your other hand, you picked up a piece of meat from the bowl, holding it up to his mouth. "Hush now," you whispered, your voice soft and coaxing. "This will make you feel better."

As your thumb grazed his lip, Sukuna shivered under your touch. He tried to maintain his composure, but you could see the struggle in his eyes as his resistance began to crumble. The piece of meat you held in front of him seemed to taunt him, the primal desire within him threatening to take over.

"Hush now, boy," you cooed again, your tone patient and soothing, waiting for him to give in and take the meat. At your gentle command, Sukuna's pride wavered. The word "boy" irritated him slightly, but the hunger gnawing at him was too strong to ignore. With a resigned huff, he opened his mouth, allowing you to place the morsel on his tongue. As soon as the taste hit him, a low, guttural groan escaped his throat, and he began to chew, his primal instincts finally taking over.

You watched him with adoration in your eyes, your hand still caressing the side of his tattooed face as he ate. With each bite, you could see the tension and irritation slowly melting away, replaced by a deep sense of relief and satisfaction. His lower eyes closed slightly, contented, as he continued to lean into your touch.

After swallowing the flesh, his adam's apple bobbing as he did, Sukuna's voice was calmer when he spoke again. "More."

You smiled softly, letting go of his face only long enough to offer him another piece of meat. This time, as you held the food to his lips, his gaze remained fixed on you, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes until you gently placed your hand on his jawline again.

He visibly relaxed, his irritation fading as he accepted the food.

Grunting in satisfaction, Sukuna leaned further into your touch, silently expressing his contentment with being fed and your understanding of his unspoken needs.

Once Sukuna had finished the last of the food you offered him, you found yourselves lying together in his chambers. His body was finally relaxed, the earlier tension completely gone. He nestled against you, his cheek resting on your soft chest, soaking in the warmth and comfort of your presence. You felt his head nuzzle deeper into you as he sighed in contentment.

"My good boy," you whispered, your fingers gently threading through his pink hair. "Just needed to eat, hm? So stubborn."

Sukuna let out a quiet grumble, a weak protest against your words, though the pleasure in his expression was undeniable.

"Not a good boy," he muttered, his voice laced with defiance, but his eyes were closed, fully enjoying the moment.

Despite his protests, it didn't take long for Sukuna to drift off into a deep sleep, his powerful lower arms wrapping around your waist as he held you close. His hands absentmindedly pawed at the soft flesh of your thighs, almost like a cat kneading its favorite spot, as he surrendered to sleep.

"Such a kitty too," you whispered softly, a fond smile playing on your lips as you watched him. "So grumpy until you're nice and full, hm? Then you take a nice long nap."

He grumbled faintly in his sleep, a sound that was both a protest and a sign of pleasure, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he cuddled closer. As you held him, you couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the powerful, yet strangely vulnerable, king of curses lying in your arms.　　𓈒 ꒱ა