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arget-star · 27 days ago

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Birthdays are, historically, just any other day for Sakura.

He doesn’t go out and buy a sweet treat, he doesn’t make a wish while blowing out a candle, and he doesn’t feel any older or wiser or whatever the hell they say you’re supposed to feel.

As a kid, his only celebration consisted of whispering happy birthday to himself in the relative safety of his room. Sakura never did figure out if his guardians genuinely forgot or if they felt acknowledging the occasion was dangerously close to acting like they cared.

Even Nirei—who, to Sakura’s recollection, was the first person in his life who asked for his birthday—initially wanted information for data collection, not out of true interest. (Sakura had initially answered all those inane questions in the hopes Nirei would go away, **but the subsequent celebrations more than made up for fifteen years without.)

Until, of course, Sakura met you.

He still remembers the way you’d asked, eyes bright and curious. Like some damn date on the calendar mattered.

Two years into dating and you haven’t done anything with that information beyond baking him a cake and gifting him a small present. Quiet. Understated. Just how he prefers it. (Nothing like those rowdy Bofurin celebrations that, deep in his heart, he cherishes deeply.)

So this year, he has no qualms about following you to Café Pothos for a relaxed dinner. Changing up a routine every now and again is a good thing, and he knows you won’t go blabbing to everyone within earshot the reason for this little outing.

You’re more energetic than usual on the walk there, practically vibrating. Sakura frowns. “What’s wrong with you?”

The casual shrug you offer is betrayed by the unconscious way you squeeze his hand. “Just excited, I guess. We’ve never had a dinner date celebrating you!”

He huffs in reply. Your effortless positivity is boundless, and not for the first time, he thinks he’s so incredibly lucky he hasn’t scared you away.

“I still don’t see why birthdays are such a big deal.”

“Because!” You halt, rounding on him with an expression filled with so much conviction it makes his chest ache. “It means you’ve been alive for another year. You’ve made memories and met new people and ate good food. And, it’s another year I’ve gotten to love you.”

Well. That’s. Damn.

Flustered, he tucks his chin into the collar of his jacket. You bump your shoulder into his in silent apology. He huffs again, but returns the gesture.

He's quiet the rest of the walk, and you don't try to fill it. Nerves tingle just below your skin; your palms begin to feel clammy once you turn the familiar corner leading to Pothos. Subtly, you wipe your free hand on your pants and hope he doesn’t comment on the one he’s holding.

"Why're the lights off?" Sakura wonders aloud, head tilted as he considers the dim building.

Indeed, no warm glow emanates from the windows. The sign on the door is flipped to Closed. Momentary guilt feels your stomach; you are taking advantage of his gullible streak, however briefly.

"I dunno," you hum, fighting to keep your voice steady. If Sakura notices the off pitch, you hope he attributes it to your earlier excitement. "Think Kotoha-chan's alright?"

He tries the door, startled when it swings open with a welcoming chime of the bell. You slip inside first, catching a flash of someone's smile--Nirei's, you think--before the lights flick on.

"Surprise!!!"

The shout is deafening; people are squeezed into every available spot in the dining room. Nearly all of his former classmates are in attendance. You spot Nakamura-san and a few other members of Roppo Ichiza crammed into a corner.

Sakura makes a noise, torn between surprise and outrage at being caught off guard. He staggers back a step and raises his fists as if to ward off an oncoming blow. Anzai, unafraid of any potential lashing out from his friend, peels away from the crowd, a party hat held in his hands. A matching one sits crookedly atop his disheveled hair.

You’re almost positive Sakura will punch the poor guy if he tries anything. Spinning on your heel so your back is between the two men, you gently place your hands atop your boyfriend’s fists. “Happy birthday, Sakura.”

Bewildered, he looks between you and the assembled gathering, like he’s convincing himself it’s not a dream. Pink tinges his cheeks.

"W-w-w-what the hell is this?"

"A surprise party!" You supply helpfully. "Everyone deserves to have a surprise party once in their life."

Shit. He wants to be mad, and he is, but you're looking at him with such open love and compassion, he finds the anger doesn't last long. He lowers his fists. "They do?"

Later, once Sakura's calmed down and the chocolate cake has been distributed, you pull him aside with a gentle tug on his jacket sleeve. He dutifully follows you to a relatively unoccupied corner of the dining room.

A fork presumably full of dessert sticks out of his mouth, and a party hat sits atop his head. Looks like Anzai wrangled him into it after all; a miracle Sakura’s still wearing it.

"Hey. Having fun?"

He nods. Slowly removes the fork, setting atop the paper plate in his other hand. His throat works as he swallows. A smear of cake mars one corner of his mouth.

"I know I should have discussed this with you. I am sorry."

"Nirei said you two are the ones to blame for puttin' this together."

You smile at that, relieved. There's no anger in his voice. He sounds a little awed. "Yeah, well. We figured you'd be willing to forgive us for shocking you."

He's quiet a moment, tapping the fork against the plate like he's contemplating what to say. "I'm used to these assholes shockin' me. Didn’t think they’d get you involved, too.”

Laughing softly, you reach up, thumbing away the remnants of cake. Sakura watches you, eyes unreadable in the dim light. Subtly, he leans into your touch. You leave your thumb where it is once the crumbs are gone. “You love it. Us.”

The light shifts. His expression is stripped bare, no mask of anger hiding his innermost thoughts. Such open honesty makes you breath hitch in your chest. No words are needed; you know his answer.

He still doesn’t feel taller, or wiser, but he does feel a deep seated sense of belonging, so long as he’s by your side. “Tch, not so loud!”

#char writes #Sakura haruka #sakura haruka x reader #wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAKURA MY LOVE #.sakura haruka #everyone shhh it’s HIS day #this got long oops #me vc: I don’t have another long fic in me rn #also me: writes this in a haze at 10:40pm weeks before his bday

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avtrbee · 2 years ago

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the prince [2]

✢summary: what happens when your husband brings home a son that is not yours?

✢tags: arranged marriage gojo satoru x reader, reader is a clan kid, she’s v traditional, obvious cat and jon snow references

✢tw: implications of cheating, mentioned abuse, misogyny ig, fanfic gojo, ooc gojo

✢ a/n: here's part 2! i'd like to emphasize that depsite this being a gojo x reader fic, the main realationships i'll be focusing on are y/n and the kids gojo brings home lmao. also im raw dogging the lore as we go so if there are any inconsistencies, please lmk. as always, have fun and lmk what you think!

i don’t do taglists.

part one ✢ masterlist

If it were up to you, you would have shut the gates of the Gojo estate as soon as the child entered the grounds, but your husband had given him the the maids so quickly that you’re sure they have spread the word around already. You could hear the rumors in your head. Gojo Satoru has brought home a child out of wedlock. Gojo Y/N is barren. Gojo Satoru has a mistress.

You expected Gojo to be frantic, stumbling over his words in explanation as to why he has a son- it was his son, there was no doubt about that- reassuring you about his vows remain unbroken, or whatever else but silence. You are silent too as you watch the child get scurried away by the estate staff to scrub the dirt off his face and to get a change of clothes.

Even as he is being escorted away from you, his cursed energy did not fade. You feel it like how everyone feels Gojo’s, but more raw and untamed. Whoever this child is, it is Gojo Satoru reborn again.

Silence. Silence is what took the Gojo estate into a chokehold as the maids finish bathing the child and then put him in a spare bedroom a good distance away from yours. The maids must think you resent him.

Satoru pretends like everything is the same as if the boy had been there since the beginning. During the first night, you watch with a blank face as the cake you've baked for him is eaten by the child. Neither the boy nor Satoru expresses their gratitude towards you. You doubt they even know you baked it.

To his credit, Satoru had treated the child better than you had expected. He is blossoming into fatherhood, you realize and you feel the rage and anger burn in your stomach.

He pats the boy's head and messes his hair, before pointing to his own messy mane exclaiming, "See? We match!"

Satoru had tried to include you in conversations with the boy, even daring to seat him on his right at meals. Satoru would blab after seeing the child gobble mochi. "Mochi is Y/N's favorite too!" He turns to look at you with a bright smile. "Right, Y/N?"

You want to point out that the boy had gobbled everything served to him, but you just give a brief nod.

At night, you sleep like a log- rigid, straight, and quiet. Satoru, on the other hand, remains comfortable, snoozing the day's exhaustion behind him.

Tonight will be the same as it has been for the past few weeks. You stare at yourself in the mirror of your vanity, wondering if your reflection is the perfect example of a foolish woman. How stupid of you to think he was different.

There was nothing but quiet as you prepare yourself to sleep, brushing your hair quietly. You hear the door creak but you do not turn and greet him with a smile like you used to.

“I expected you to be more emotional about this,” came Satoru's words beside you. Me too, you want to reply but held your mouth shut.

You had expected yourself to scream, and let your anger flow through your voice. You wanted to cry until your tears were dry and there wasn't any left. Neither you nor Satoru would be surprised if you use your technique against him in a fit of fury, and if you truly knew your husband, you know he'd take your anger like it was penance. You want to be the fire that burns him badly. But you did none of those.

You are as cold as their blue eyes. You are quiet.

You continue to brush your hair.

"Do you want me to get rid of him?" offers Satoru. "Just say the word, and I will."

You blink in surprise. You meet his eyes in the mirror. Satoru looks nonchalant in his posture with his hands in his pockets. But the fact that his glasses were nowhere to be seen tells you he is not joking.

Your ears recall the promise he made months ago. My wife, my equal. A promise to try, to try to be happy to spite everyone who was determined to make your lives miserable.

The sudden exhaustion hit you, your shoulders slumping from your previous postures. You lean back, letting your nape rest on the back of the chair. You stare at the ceiling, your head forbidding you to forget how the child looked like. White hair. Blue eyes. You hear Satoru sigh somewhere near you. You hear his footsteps come. From your peripheral, you see his figure beside you. A feather-like hesitant hand touches your shoulder. “I was not unfaithful to you.”

Satoru moves to kneel in front of your sitting figure. He reaches out to your head, and touches his forehead against yours. You find yourself looking up at his eyes, the same shade of eyes that he shares with the child. His hands cradle your face, desperate for you to believe him. “Please. Please, Y/N.”

You remain silent.

“You’re the only one I have left, Y/N, please.” He begs. There are tears threatening to spill down to his pretty face, and you find some sick satisfaction in them.

That is not true. Your husband has his clan, his estate servants, his high school friends, and his teachers. It is you that has no one but him. By your culture’s traditions, you do not belong to your clan anymore. You know that some elders have begun to doubt their choice in choosing you as the wife of Gojo Satoru with the obvious lack of children, but with the sudden appearance of Gojo-sama’s bastard child, they might annul your marriage by force- or, god forbid, cast you aside for another, more fertile woman.

You do not wish to share your thoughts, but your husband grips your head so desperately. You have made a god beg.

“I know.” You say. The child may be young, but he was old enough to walk and talk small phrases on his own. He must be at least two years old. The child is older than your marriage.

His shoulders immediately drop in relief before quickly detangling himself from you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He slides his head to hide in your neck and like instinct, you welcome him wrapping your hands around his waist.

"Where would you leave him?" You manage to ask, still not believing his offer.

"The cabin," he says. You can see the cracks on your husband now. You spot his hand making a fist inside his pockets, like it pains him to speak. “The one by Nagasaki, remember? I’ll send a maid and give him money every month. We can send him right now. The maids will not say anything outside the estate, not if I threaten to chop their tongues off. We can send him off with a caretaker to a cabin somewhere and leave him there. I- I can visit him a few times a year- just to make sure he’s fine.”

You blink. You did not expect Satoru to offer that. You let the fantasy linger in your head. You imagine the boy’s life so far- abandoned by his mother and unknown by his father. Children do not understand things the way older people do, so it is up to the adults to help and explain certain things. But he has not had an adult in his life before. Would you be happy if you were left alone in the cabin in the middle of the woods with no one but a caretaker for company? Better yet- will the caretaker even stay to care for him without anyone around?

That sounds incredibly lonely, you realize. The premise sounds all too familiar to you- an empty house with no one but servants. But this boy will only get one.

He needs people to protect him, but you are unsure if you’d like to. Your instincts tell you to agree, get rid of the boy before he becomes more of a threat.

“Satoru,” you say slowly, thinking of your next words carefully. “He is just child. He is no danger to me.”

You hold your breath, suprised to hear the words out of your mouth. From your lap, Satoru holds your gaze- piercing eyes trying to read your mind. If he caught your lie he does not show it.

"Are you sure?"

No. "Yes."

Hiroki. Satoru had names him Gojo Hiroki.

He spends most of his days inside the estate surrounded by maids or inside his room playing with the toys you off-handedly ordered the day after he arrived. The maids gush about him already, the older ones excitedly murmuring how the little lord acts so much like your husband as a child. You would be a fool not to agree.

Hiroki runs barefoot through the estate, tracking mud on precious tatami floors before a servant finally catches him. He likes people, likes the maids and the servants, and thus has migrated to the kitchen a few weeks after his arrival like he was addicted to places were people are the most. He draws. He draws so much it’s almost ridiculous. You could have a library full of childish scribbles.

Like your husband, he devours his dessert the best before any dish. He eats mochi, ice cream, cookies and whatever sweets there are on the table like it was his last meal. You recall one of the maids gasp as a drop of cream lands on your cheek when he slammed his fork in his cake.

Satoru is free in his affection for the boy, unexpectedly flourishing in fatherhood. He remains firm in his belief that children should be children and makes an effort to see Hiroki out. Satoru becomes known to sneak the child away from the estate to parks, to mini-vacations you begrudgingly join after Satoru’s incessant pestering. And of course- school. Hiroki made history once again when Satoru announced his decision to enroll Hiroki in a totally normal, public Japanese preschool.

You realize that Satoru was meant to be a father. And one good one at that. It brings you comfort that any children that he is at least good to his son after he confessed his plan to be a teacher after graduation.

Tokyo’s jujutsu highschool would be blessed with his presence, thought one of Satoru’s female seniors would disagree.

“Yo, Y/N-chan,” came a voice.

You twist your body over to the source of the voice, and your face lights up at the sight of a familiar face. “Getou-san!”

If Satoru's presence is an overwhelming force, making everyone and everything bow to him as if he is god, Getou is a dark, uneasy, slinking feeling. His cat-like features morph into a happy expression with a polite smile on his lips.

“Is there a mission today?” You ask as Getou comes nearer. Satoru would try his best to keep any of his classmates away from his estate, but there is nothing he can hide from Getou and Shoko. "Can I come?"

After you had let slip that you wanted to become a licensed sorcerer, Satoru had made it a habit to sneak you into some missions with Getou. You had fretted about the technical legalities and questioned the safety of the public when an inexperienced sorcerer like you enter the battlefield but Satoru merely shrugged and simply gestured to his best friend. We're the strongest!

Getou leans his shoulder on the wall. "Nope, not this one Y/N."

“I see,” you say, failing to hide your disappointment. Sometimes you wonder why you enjoy the missions so much. Was it the thrill of doing something you never would? Perhaps it was the freedom of it all, unleashing your power to poor curses who quiver beneath your feet?

Your ears perked at a familiar high pitched laugh, and your eyes immediately lock to the window where Hiroki soon runs across. He has dried soil on his feet. His pale hair is slicked back with sweat and it glistens against the sun like snow.

A maid forces a laugh in panic as she tries to catch him with his shoes on one hand.

Away from him. That’s why you enjoy it.

Getou follows your line of sight. “How is he?”

You glare at him. “How would I know?”

Everyone knows that Hiroki is a taboo topic if it’s within your earshot, lest they want the you in a foul mood. But Getou does not shy away from his question and only raises an eyebrow, calling your bluff.

“You’re telling me you do not know your own household?”

“The garden is his place,” you sigh., and admitting it felt like defeat. “He likes the grass on his feet and likes big spaces. He gets angsty when a room is too small.”

“Mmhm,” Getou agrees. “Did you know Satoru plans to enroll him in a daycare?”

Your eyes widen in horror. “In a- what?” You shriek. “He has a dozen of servants here willing to serve him-! Does he even realize the risk he’s putting the boy in? Assassins, curses, cursed users…” you trail off, remembering your own childhood. It was strange to be surrounded by servants but feeling so alone at the same time. “I see.” A daycare meant potential friends, friends that you never got to have. “Does…does the boy like it at least?”

“Me?” Getou barks out a surprised laugh. “Shouldn’t you know that?”

You glare at him. Getou meets your gaze unapologetically, almost as if he was challenging you. Finally, he sighs. “Have you ever talked to him at least?”

You roll your eyes. Your sharp tone echoes around the room. “And why would I do that? He is no concern to me.”

"He needs you."

"He does not need me," you snap, suddenly impatient for Satoru to come out of wherever he’s hiding so Getou and him can go. “He will resent me when he’s older, I know it.”

You have seen this same scene over and over again. Children and the wife of the husband do not get along. Both suffer at the existence of the other. This is the fate that Satoru had subjected you to. This is the fate you have set upon yourself when you refused to send him away. You wonder if your kindness will cost you one day.

“Well,” Getou shrugged nonchalantly. “You haven’t given him any reason to like you either.”

You opened your mouth to retort, only to be interrupted by Satoru.

“Getouu,” he whined, comically trudging towards his best friend with a hunched back. “Why are you so early?”

You see Getou open his mouth to reply, but you are lost in your head. You watch Getou ignore Satoru’s childish gimmicks, already dragging him out of the room and towards the door. You feel Satoru kiss your cheek before waving goodbye, but your head was in a daze mindlessly repeating Getou’s words. You feel shiver creep down your spine before shifting your gaze towards the garden where Hiroki’s presence was last.

thank you so much for reading guys! i’d love to hear all criticisms and suggestions for this universe <33 please lmk through comments :>

here’s my masterlist

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo x reader #jjk #gojo imagine #satoru imagine

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theloveinc · 1 year ago

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I need dabi to be my boyfriend so badly so he can bum around my apartment and stop my roommates from touching my shit

#aita: I baked both bread and cookies over the weekend and I asked my roommate to not put them in the same container #she did and now we’re texting back and forth abt it #I know this is the second time I’ve had to ask her not to touch my bakes too #(in the sense that if I don’t put them in a container I don’t want them moved. she’s welcome to eat them)#but god.#she also ate half my cereal and is refusing to buy me a new box bc ‘she thought it was from the landlord’#which like no biggie but …#if we’re piling things up … don’t put the cereal Im not going to eat (it’s easy to save when it wasn’t open #in the first place) and I don’t want it anymore!!!!#sigh #dabi come be a scary clown on my couch please please #please #SORRY TO RANG #caitie blabs #shii posts #dabi

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mochinomnoms · 6 months ago

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Question! What would it take for Floyd to rat his brother out to Yuu in regard to his twin's affections? A guaranteed date with Riddle? A hundred thaumarks? Jade begging for help?

Depends on who's asking. If it's Jade, Floyd might be inclined to help out if Jade begs. More so because it's a bit unsettling to see his brother beg, but also it's kinda funny. And also, maybe Jade should suffer cause why not? Money is nothing to him, but Jade offering to tell Floyd all of Riddle's study sessions with his potions group for him to 'mysteriously' pop up is a good motivator.

If it's Yuu asking Floyd to get his brother to confess to them, they can't do it themselves, he's laughing his ass off. They're both so stupid and wimps, why can't they just blab out their feelings and get it over with? Floyd's mood immediately sours if Yuu points out that he's doing the exact same with Riddle, but turns into curiosity as they mention that Riddle might be inclined to give him the time of day if Floyd is willing to help out in the Heartslabyul's kitchen for unbirthday parties. They haven't been the same since Trey left and he's good enough at cooking that baking should be a breeze.

He's much more willing to help Jade if Yuu is the one asking for help, their suggestion appeals to him more and he gets to feed his Goldfishie! And Riddle is weak to a really good tart. Weaker than he'd like to admit.

#mochi asks #twst #jade leech #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech #jade leech x reader #floyd x riddle #ptm #archetypal archivist

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g00seg1rl · 2 months ago

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A Sweet Treat

Pairing: Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra

Summary: Lucien missed so much about Elain as she was gone on a research trip. Her melodic laugh, her gorgeous face and among everything else, he craved her delectable pussy. Luckily for him, Elain is eager to reciprocate the yummy favor of freshly baked cookies Lucien had baked for her.

All 3k words are below the divider or on ao3! I swear this wasn’t even meant to be smutty when I started, it just happens yanno 🤭💗

It had been two weeks since he’d seen Elain. She’d been on an expedition to the Galapagos Islands to see some fancy and nearly extinct species of tortoise.

It had been thirteen days since Lucien caved and admitted he was atrociously jealous of a turtle.

Lucien was also one of a kind, slow, and parts of him were hard, but no- Master Oogway’s stunt double got all of his girl’s attention.

He’d appreciated all the adorable photos of Elain surrounded by the lively archipelago and various geckos, or the long texts explaining each and what had to be every flower she came across. He would, of course, reply thoroughly and ask apt questions to earn a smiley video call so she could elaborately blab further.

Lucien loved seeing her in her element: on the verge of getting poisoned and/or stabbed to death just so she could catch a glimpse or catalog a plant or beaming at every creature and endangering herself to go tap its nose.

His current lock screen was a candid shot Nuala took of Elain crouching low to boop the nose of a large iguana on the beach. Her pink gingham bikini top and high rise denim shorts were… Well, they were also sources of Lucien’s envy.

A text from ‘💗 Lainey 💗’ pulled him from his reverie. She was two minutes away and the cookies were going to be done just- fuck, too on time. He’d need to pull them out in one minute and fifty four seconds and his oven had to be about... Hm, maybe a four second scurry from his front door? He could probably do it in three.

He pushed off his marble island and peered into the sweltering oven to check on the golden-browning batch of cookies. He blushed at his squinting reflection before doubling down his focus and checking on the four rows of four heaping dollops of chocolate cookie dough arranged on a flat pan. The tops had finally flattened and looked less like sticky balls.

Nesta may have been laughing her ass off while she recited the recipe, but she swore on the grave of her father, which weirdly only made her laugh harder, that she had listed everything correctly when Lucien confirmed all the ingredients and steps.

He had to barter Eris’s childhood stories for the elusive and highly regarded secret Archeron recipe, but he’d do whatever it took to recreate the warm, welcoming atmosphere of Elain’s own apartment for her to come home to.

Nesta had insisted on being the one to pick Elain up from the airport, then take her out for a one-on-one steak dinner and drop her off at Lucien’s. He really wanted to object or try to join them for dinner, but Elain just winked and assured him he’d have her to himself all night long, and Lucien’s brain went fuzzy and compliant. So now here he was, waiting until Nesta would deign to deliver his girlfriend with an eager, giddy smile and a concerningly fast-racing heart.

Forty-eight seconds remained on his timer, and the cookies were forming delectably. He did a once-over of his kitchen, making sure he cleaned up all of the mess he made making the dough.

“Perfect. Can’t wait to see you! 😘” he tapped out after liking her message.

He placed his phone down on the island to grab an oven mitt and readied himself to quickly take out the tray in... twenty-nine seconds. He chose the burgundy glove that was closest and stared down at the timer on his phone with a mitted hand and bated breath.

As he waited, he got overly excited at a Credit Karma notification, telling him his credit had gone up for the fifteenth time that week. He caressed the photo of Elain’s body with longing.

Faint clicking from outside his corridor, the same tempo as Elain’s chunky heeled boots, froze Lucien’s circulation with anticipation. He wanted her to suddenly be right in front of him and yet he also wanted her to take her time because he felt like fainting he was so overwhelmed.

Nine seconds. He straightened himself and turned to rest his gloved hand on the oven handle.

He turned to keep his eye on the countdown– seven seconds left, and the thumps of Elain’s footsteps were getting louder, as was Lucien’s heartbeat.

He checked the cookies, and they looked done but the timer still said five seconds. He knew he was probably being anal but he wanted to be exact. Eris would never forgive him if he knew Lucien traded humiliating stories for a recipe he didn’t give his all.

Though the chances of Eris forgiving him once Nesta flexed her newfound blackmail were already laughably low.

Whatever, worth it.

Two seconds and there was a jangly, tinkling sound prefacing three cascading knocks on his door.

“Coming!” Lucien’s voice called out over the ringing alarm.

He quickly yoinked the pan and set it down on the counter before running to the door– it totally felt like three seconds.

He fumbled with the door knob, having forgotten to remove the mitt. He groaned as he pulled it off and tucked it beneath his bicep. He was wearing a long sleeved grey Henley tee that was probably a size too small but Elain always eye-fucked him when he wore it so it felt like the obvious choice to match the black jeans she tended to slap his ass in.

He opened the door to see Elain in all her petite glory. A flowy, plaid, pale green cotton skirt hung low on Elain’s hips. A swath of soft, milky skin separated the waistband from the laced trim of her white crop top, cinched between her breasts to show off some of her lovely cleavage and the array of dainty chains that made up the golden stack of her necklaces. She was a bit taller than usual, atypically hitting Lucien’s pec due to the platformed brown leather boots that matched her caramel colored satchel hanging on her shoulder.

She wore a shimmering pink gloss on her lips and her wispy lash extensions brushed the edge of her oversized fashion frames– a tortoise pattern pair of glasses that looked so cute– like that black pair that the reporter from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs wore.

Elain was holding a bunch of peachy tulips already trimmed and set in a white ceramic vase.

“Hey baby.” He reached out to take the vase with one hand and wrap his other around her waist, pulling her into a long kiss.

“Mmn, hey.” She smiled against his lips, her arms feeling up his own and resting around his neck.

“Hi,” he greeted... again.

She chuckled and took him back into a kiss, much slower and more deliberately deep. He melted into it.

He caressed the smooth exposed skin of Elain’s lower back, eliciting a pretty shiver. He wanted to hold her but the stupid– no, they were lovely flowers– the inconveniencing flowers were in his left hand.

He broke their kiss and pulled back. Elain’s brown doe eyes were bright and smiling. She pursed her plush lips and moved forward, no doubt for another lil’ makeout session but Lucien needed more than that.

“Missed you,” he murmured with a smile, brushing his thumb over her freckled cheekbone as he shut the door with his foot. He winced at how loudly the door slammed, but Elain just giggled at him. Her eyes crinkled further and her dimples grew impossibly deeper.

“I missed you,” she insisted, a finger poking at his chest.

Lucien huffed in amusement. He moved his hand to rest on the small of her back and led her to the kitchen. It wasn’t much of a walk as his kitchen was the first room one entered when walking into his place, and she’d already been there countless times– okay look, he just wanted to touch her- what’re you gonna do- huh?-

Sorry, sorry. It’s not you, it’s him, he’s just scared of coming off clingy.

Defensively, breaking the fourth wall moment concluded, they reached the aromatic peak of his apartment, right in front of the island, with their backs to the oven.

He placed the vase on the marble slab and glanced at her from the side, a brow raised involuntarily, waiting for Elain to comment on the perfect (in Lucien’s opinion) cookies that he’d baked for her.

She clocked his side eye and took a dramatic inhale through her button nose. Her head relaxed back and she loudly hummed contentedly. She lolled her head to the side and let her eyes fall open, a cheek-tearing smile painted her face.

“It’s almost difficult to acknowledge how perfect you are, Lucien. How can a thank you suffice when I’ll be thinking about this on down days?” she asked rhetorically. The adoration in her eyes took his breath away as she continued, “This is... priceless to me baby, thank you,” she said so earnestly it nearly brought a tear to his eye.

They were just cookies, he thought teasingly, but he shut that down real quick. She was precious, and he hated that such a small effort was so impactful but loved that he was the one making Elain smile like that.

It was so worth whatever Eris would do when he found out Lucien had told Nesta about that time he pissed himself– okay shit, he shouldn’t tell anyone else, Eris might actually murder him.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he said with an accomplished grin

She hopped up onto her tippy toes to steal him back into a kiss. His hands moved to her waist and he picked her up to set her down on the island.

She wrapped her legs around Lucien’s hips, and Lucien pulled her against him. Her skirt pooled around her waist and he ground his hardening dick against her.

She stopped him with a gentle double tap of her finger against his sternum and Lucien’s spine went rigid; he leaned away from her lips and mustered all the dejection he could into his pout as he faced Elain’s smirk and arched left brow.

“Let me eat at least one cookie first,” she taunted his eagerness and reached sideways for said confection.

“Oh, of course, my dear,” he breathed with a sigh of relief. He might’ve literally had an aneurism if she wanted to stop going.

He caressed her sides a bit nervously as she took a big nibble. Elain’s eyes lit up with joy and Lucien hugged her closer.

“Mmn, ohmygod that’s perfect,” she nearly moaned out before taking another bite.

Lucien beamed with pride, and a bit less wholesomely at her pleased moan. He needed more, and louder. He needed to hear her scream his name and refresh his mental image of her falling apart for him–

“That’s, great baby,” he said hoarsely, grinding his hips. She matched his bragging smirk.

“Why don’t you get on your knees so I can give you a treat, too?” she proposed with that sinful yet melodic tone of hers.

He dropped to the ground, hard. His knees might be bruised in the morning. Lucien hoped they would as proof that this happened– that he really had gotten this lucky.

“I fear the cookies hardly compare,” he groaned, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter. She rested her thighs on Lucien’s broad shoulders and leaned back onto the counter.

Lucien smirked at the shuffle of parchment paper and chewing; he smirked harder at the small wet spot already present on her panties.

There was no real way for him to remove them completely so he delved his face forward and nuzzled against the soft fabric, licking at the white silk covering her clit, eliciting a pretty gasp.

He buried his face further between the crease of her thigh and frustratingly covered pussy. He grabbed the edge of her panties between his teeth before sharply jerking his head and tore them with a groan. Elain’s thigh tensed around his neck.

“Sorry, m’gonna replace those,” he promised, wasting no further breath or time before delving his tongue forward, and licking up the seam of her cunt. He kissed against her clit gently and then sucked it into his warm mouth slightly less gently.

“Yes, yes you will,” she rolled her hips forward against his face, and Lucien moaned and took the hint, flicking his tongue against the responsive little nub he’d been dreaming of for weeks.

He huffed and licked lower, needily making his way to taste as much of her as he could. Elain’s moans climbed in volume as Lucien fucked his tongue into her and curved it upwards.

Elain’s legs wrapped tighter around his neck, strangling him needily. He huffed, and delved his tongue deeper inside her, retracting a bit and thrusting back in harshly, and did it again, again and again.

He lusciously stroked against her velvet walls, and one of Elain’s hands sprinkled crumbs in his hair as she tugged him closer against her pussy, willing him to go deeper. As always, he accomplished her will eagerly.

Elain clenched around his tongue, and he wished it was his cock. Speaking of, he rubbed his thighs together uselessly, trying to ease the pressure of his now-aching dick. He wanted to pop-up like a horny Jack-in-the-box and shove inside her, but he needed to taste more of her– she needed to drench his face generously.

“Oh fuck, Lucien, so perfect, right there,” Elain cried out above him. Her thighs were quaking and she was spasming around his tongue. He moved his hands from her hips, one hand reaching down so he could rub small, teasing circles that had Elain trembling.

He groaned into her cunt, moving one hand to palm himself. He was ridiculously close to coming just from nearly suffocating as he tried to drown himself inside her pussy. He’d always loved eating out his partners, but Elain’s sweetness was unparalleled.

Her hips jerked forwards, her hand tugging Lucien closer as she ground against his jaw and flooded his thirsty mouth with her come.

He moaned and pulled his tongue out to lap as much of her arousal as he could. He was sloppier and needier than usual as he licked her clean. He turned to place open-mouthed kisses against the inside of her thighs as he savored every drop, letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin.

“So fucking good for me baby, so good,” Elain breathed out, her legs slacking around his neck. He pulled back and rose from his knees, scrambling to undo his jeans and free his cock.

“You taste so perfect sweetie, missed you so much,” he husked, wrapping a fist around his length and twisting his wrist at the head to slick his cock with precome.

“Mnfg, you too, missed you too Lucien, please- please hurry the fuck up,” she panted, her legs raising to rest on his shoulders.

“‘Course sunshine, just relax f’me, yeah?” he cooed, leveling the crown of his cock against her tensing hole.

He smoothed his other hand up and down her soft thigh, smirking as she leaned back onto her elbows. She shakily leaned her weight onto one arm and pulled her crop top over her pretty, petite boobs. Elain gasped as Lucien immediately leaned forward to capture a perked nipple in his mouth.

He canted his hips forward, pushing his tip in slowly as flicked his tongue against the sensitive bud he was lightly rolling between his teeth. Elain’s back arched, changing the angle beautifully as he buried himself deeper.

She was as tight and hot as he remembered, sucking him in as much as he was shoving forward. He had her practically bent in half, her legs pressed down against her chest as he withdrew half his cock and sharply thrust back in. He kissed across her chest to her other nipple and licked that into his mouth too. All of her tasted delicious.

Elain’s bangles and rings clinked against the marble as she threw her arms over her head. She moaned out loudly, her pussy tightening like a vice grip around him as he moved in earnest, slamming in and out, jostling her around which each thrust.

He released her nipple with a wet pop and leaned up, moving both his hands to grip Elain’s waist and pin her in place for him to ruin.

“Ahh shit Lucien, g’na come again,” Elain warned, as if he couldn’t tell by the way she was clamping down on him so hard he could scarcely move. He fucked harder, knowing she could take it– wanted to take it.

“Go ‘head baby, come for me- fuck- scream for me Lainey,” he groaned, hypnotized by the way her tits bounced along with his thrusts.

“MNNHNFFFUCK LUCIENNN!” she cried out. Her pretty face was flushed, her glasses were askew, her top was bunched up close to her collarbones and her skirt was rumpled in the same fashion around her waist, the soft fabric brushing against his hands every so often.

“That’s it, so gorgeous sweetie, loveyousomuch.” His words jumbled as he neared his orgasm. It was getting harder to rock back and forth, his hips stuttering against his will.

He placed a kiss above her ankle bone as his hips jerked and he finally filled her to the brim with come. He let Elain’s legs fall down to his hips as he fell forward, attempting not to crush her with his body weight as he went boneless.

Her arms hugged around him as she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. They remained blissfully entwined until Lucien’s stomach rudely grumbled. He leaned back to face Elain with a blush as he glazed sideways at the tray of cookies.

Elain chuckled softly, the sound tickled his brain just right. “Go ahead, you earned it.” She said with a cheeky grin, reaching one hand from his back to ruffle his long copper hair.

He bubbled over with laughter at the slight patronization but happily accepted his reward. Lucien rolled off of Elain and pulled her on top of him, she shimmied out of her remaining clothes and melted into the hold, letting her eyes flutter shut as Lucien rubbed her bare back. As he fell into rest, he found himself wishing eating pussy was nutritionally beneficial.

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anawrites3 · 1 year ago

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Jaydick, but Dick gives Jason a big mommy kink

It was a joke, at first.

The first time it happened they were in the Cave, having just came back from the patrol. The night was considered a huge success because for all the bullshit that managed to happen in the span of those few hours anyone barely got hurt at all.

Instead, everyone was fucking exhausted. Jason’s fingers were still slightly shaking as he fastened the last bandage around his arm, not to mention the way his eyes kept slipping shut. Boy, was he grateful he didn’t get hit in the head that day because he didn’t think he’d be able to stay up, even if he would have concussion.

That’s why he was planning on crashing in the Manor. Bruce was there too, obviously, but Jason was too tired to worry about that asshole right then. He was going to throw himself onto one of the beds in guests’ bedrooms and sleep for as long as his body needed him to.

He said a quick goodnight to Alfred who wished him a good rest with a smile. He didn’t say a word earlier when Jason announced he’d be staying the night and Jason in turn didn’t comment on the fact that a bedroom for him was already prepared. Jason was too tired to deal with that right then – and he’d have other excuses not to later – so he saluted to the rest of the clan, before starting towards the stairs.

That’s when it happened the first time.

“Hit the shower before you go to sleep, Jay.” Dick called after him. He was sitting in the medical area of the Cave, stripped down to just his underwear so Alfred could stitch up the cut on his calf. “You’ll feel less like shit when you wake up.”

“Master Dick-” Alfred chastised.

Jason rolled his eyes but found he wasn’t actually annoyed. His relationship with Dick was… better, now. Way better than what he expected they’d ever had, especially with everything Jason did before. But here they were. Jason wasn’t going to complain.

“Sure, mom!” He called back.

Dick just smiled.

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The next time it happened, Jason didn’t think too much of it either.

He was in the middle of baking when Dick broke into one of his safehouses – the one that was currently serving Jason as home and the one that Dick absolutely shouldn’t know about – and started talking to him about a case he needed help with. Jason decided to actually play nice and help him out, even if he was kind of annoyed that Dick found him.

If anything else he could at least be certain that the big bird won’t blab the location of it to Bruce.

And… then there was that whole thing of him feeling… something about the fact Dick turned to Jason when he actually needed help. Not to Babs, not to Tim. Not to the rest of the birds and bats. Him.

Yeah, he wasn’t gonna think too hard about that.

On the other hand though, Jason was in the middle of baking. And he always got bitchy when he got interrupted while doing something in the kitchen – and Dick freaking knew that. It never stopped him, of course, not even from trying to steal the dough or popping a bit of chocolate into his mouth whenever he thought Jason wasn’t watching.

Jason was less annoyed about that than he thought he’d be, too. Huh. Yeah, not touching that one right now either.

“Oh yeah, come to mama.” Dick said, reaching for one of the cookies as soon as Jason placed the tray on the counter in front of him.

Jason cocked an eyebrow at that.

“Mama?” He teased with a grin. “Wouldn’t you be more of a daddy or something?”

Dick moaned around the cookie in his mouth, “I can be whatever you want me to be, as long as I’ll get to eat more of these.”

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And then-

“It’s not one of Bruce’s galas, Dick, I don’t have to look like I just walked out of the fashion magazine.” Jason rolled his eyes.

Dick ignored him as if he didn’t even open his mouth, making sure his sleeves were rolled up evenly.

They were getting ready for an uncover mission or – more precisely – Jason was. Dick was spending this one in the Cave as his eyes and Bruce was going to keep watch from the roof of neighboring building, ready to drop in if anything got too out of hand. Jason was the one going in this time, simply because their target haven’t seen him before.

Jason hated the fact that Bruce was going to be his support. Not like he could do much about it, with Dick still healing his injuries and Tim being away but still.

“It won’t hurt. You need to stand out.” Dick smiled. “Besides, I don’t get to see you in a suit very often. I need to take advantage of the opportunity.”

“Sure.” He drawled sarcastically but allowed Dick to fuss over him a few minutes longer.

It was true though, Jason couldn’t remember the last time he was actually wearing a suit. Not as nice as this, anyway, a grey three-piece that hugged his frame like a second skin would. It didn’t feel that alien – his gear was very fitting too so that part at least was familiar.

It’s the way Dick kept glancing at him that felt… new. Different from the way he was looking at Jason before but Jason couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Alright.” Dick hummed and Jason breathed out because that meant he was finally done dolling him up. “Now, be a good boy and don’t punch people’s teeth in before we get what we need, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Jason huffed. It’s not like he wasn’t good at undercover stuff. He didn’t like it and he definitely thought that Dick was way better at it, yeah, but it didn’t mean he would ever make such a rookie move. Even if he really wanted to, at times. “Not my first rodeo, remember? You really don’t have to mom me so much.”

“Mm.” Dick started adjusting his tie. “Then be a good boy for mommy and play nice.”

If anyone would ever ask about it, Jason would say he didn’t say anything back simply because he didn’t want to. Or that that was when Bruce walked in and told them it was time to move out.

When Jason will think back to it, he’ll remember the way he opened and closed his mouth a few times. The way his cheeks stung with the force of his blush. The way Dick ran his hands over the lapels of his jacket to smooth them out, slowly.

“Off you go then.” He murmured, looking at Jason from under his eyelashes and Jason still couldn’t know if Dick did that on purpose or not but he knew that it worked very well.

He lowered his chin in a sharp nod and Dick smiled, and then Jason was on the way to the club.

He couldn’t quite focus for the rest of the night. They got what they needed, no outside help from the Bat required, and Dick sent him a big happy smile when he came back to the Cave but Jason couldn’t stop thinking about what happened before.

He wondered if Dick was aware of what he was doing. He wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

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So. Maybe Jason had the slightest idea on how did it come to this-

“Mommy, please.” he breathed out, half a moan and half a whine.

Dick shushed him with a fond smile, peppering kisses across Jason’s jaw and cheeks. He was a solid familiar weight on Jason’s lap, pinning him firmly down to the mattress even when everything Jason wanted to do was to buck his hips, rub himself against Dick’s tanned stomach. Just enough to get some friction, just a little bit of pleasure Dick took away from him again because he was insistent to drag it out this time.

“Such a good boy, Jay.” Dick murmured against his skin, hand so close to where Jason needed it to be before sliding away again, higher and higher so it could settle on his stomach. “Just a little more, baby. Then you’ll get to fuck mommy the way you want to.”

“Please-” He gasped, fingers digging into Dick’s waist. How easy would it be to pull him closer, to slip between those cheeks… “Please, I need you-”

“Shh.” Dick gently cupped his jaw and lifted his head to press their lips together better. He kissed Jason slowly and filthy, slipping his tongue between his lips as soon as Jason parted them to gasp. He chased the sugary taste of cookies they had earlier, the one Jason barely finished making before Dick started pressing against him. “You have me, Jay. I’m right here.”

And it was the truth, wasn’t it? Jason had him, in a way no one else ever could. Dick Grayson, body and soul, all of that belonged to him now.

“Then do something about it already.” He demanded breathlessly as soon as Dick allowed him to speak again. “Prove it to me.”

Dick lowered his hand onto Jason’s thigh in a sharp slap that had Jason moaning again.

“That’s not very nice, baby. And you were doing so good.” Dick shook his head. “Only good boys get rewards, remember?”

“Sorry, mommy.” Jason whispered but he couldn’t stop his hips from moving anymore, trying to fuck into air.

“Mm, that’s better.” Calloused fingers slid down his stomach to finally, finally wrap around his cock. It was already so wet, both from saliva and precome that slid down the shaft from the head and Jason threw his head back with a loud whimper. How happy he was that those walls were sound-proof. “I forgive you, sweetheart. Now fuck me.”

And Jason didn’t need to be told twice.

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hallow-witxh · 11 months ago

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So you want to make permanent runes?

Look no further; I gotchu. Runes are great tools. They can protect, defend, enhance, and so much more. They're genuinely one of my favorite things to use in my craft because they're easy, can be as simple or complicated as you want them to be, and are effective. However, as much as I like drawing or painting them onto things, I sometimes want something a little more... permanent. Something I could hang in front of my window or paste/glue onto the front of a book. That's why I make and use salt dough. It's simple, it's fun, it's family-friendly, and it dries really well. You can even color it with food coloring or add in herbs. You can do anything with it! So, without further blabbing, here's my recipe for salt dough:

WHAT YOU'LL NEED:

2 cups all-purpose flour

1 cup table salt

3/4 cup to 1 cup water

Parchment paper

Baking sheet

An oven

Optional: rolling pin

Optional: thread/ribbon

Optional: dried herbs

Optional: food coloring

WHAT YOU'LL DO:

Preheat your oven to 225F (107-ishC).

Optional: Mix your dried herbs into your salt or flour.

Stir your flour and salt together.

Optional: To color your salt dough, stir your food coloring into water before you mix it with the dry stuff. Ensure it's very saturated because it will lighten considerably with the 3 cups of dry ingredients.

Add in 3/4 cup of water and mix. If the dough is too dry, slowly add in up to 1/4 cup more of water until it's kneadable.

Turn onto your parchment paper and knead until it's smooth, pliable, and not sticking to your fingers.

Optional: If you want to cut out shapes instead of molding them, flour your rolling pin and roll out the dough to a thickness of roughly 1/4 inch, then carve out your runes with a skewer or knife.

Roll out pieces of dough into 1/4-inch wide cylinders and form them into your rune/s.

Place them on a parchment paper-covered baking sheet and bake them for 1-4 hours or until completely dry. If you make thicker runes, they might take even longer.

Flip them over carefully every hour. If they're still pliable, try again every half hour.

Once they're dry, remove the pan from the oven and let them cool down until completely cool.

Once they're cool, they're done! You can now hang them up with string or ribbon, glue them onto things, paint (acrylic paint only, don't add water), etc. Just don't get them too wet!

As you can see, despite the long instructions, it's quite simple! It's also edible if you bake the flour first, so if a curious toddler tries to stick some into their mouth, it won't hurt them - but they might spit it out and make a mess.

Happy making, and blessed be!

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wackyharpy · 1 year ago

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Solicitude

Eric (Divergent) x Fem! Reader

Summary: Eric takes care of his girlfriend after the hard day.

To find more stories — masterlist

A/N: English isn't my native language. I'm obsessed with this man, oh gods! Needed to write something like this. I'd be very happy for your comments and reblogs. Enjoy :)

Warnings ⚠️

NSFW 18+, fingering, p in v sex, she/her pronouns.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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She enters their shared apartment late in the evening locking the door. Muscles all over the body ache after hard trainings with the squad she's part of. Their commander always keeps them fit.

She finished her initiation taking the third place on the rankings board. Such success for a girl, who was one of the two among other male initiates, ended up with her becoming a part of the squad of the special purpose for secret missions.

Since the day their commander chose her, he has never regretted. It was a right decision. She is smart and witty — former Erudite — calm and placid — a perfect person not to blab plans and inside scoop.

Additionally, she's the youngest leader's girlfriend.

To start relationships with Eric wasn't an easy decision, but two years have already passed and they're still together. Unexpectedly, Eric has turned out to be a simple person to live with. Yes, the character he has, sometimes drives her crazy, although it's not the problem that can't be solved. He's dominant, intimidating and frightening, as he was the first time she met him during the initiation.

Nevertheless, she's discovered much more other facets of his personality. He's not just that cruel leader everybody is used to seeing him. Eric can cook — the first thing that surprised her a lot. He's a good listener and adviser. He motivates her to work and to become a better version of herself — she appreciates time they spend together in the gym where he shares his knowledge of how to obtain skillfulness in fighting, shooting, plotting plans and strategies.

They've learned how to be a leader and a subordinate, a mentor and a student outside the walls of their apartment. But here, they're only Eric and her. Just a boyfriend and his girlfriend.

She walks deeper in the room greeting Eric who is finishing dinner in the kitchen area. Dim lights of lanterns illuminate the space along with the moon whose rays permeate into through the panoramic windows — their apartment is situated on the upper floors of Dauntless compartment.

She rubs red weary eyes with her calloused palms, and sits at the table in the dining area. Exhales heavily. Eric places a plate with baked salmon and veggies in front of her. He constantly pays attention to her diet for her to have energy and be healthy.

"Thanks," she smiles warmly.

Being a leader, he's never provided her with advantages that may assist her easily gain a position in Dauntless. Some people may consider, she got her place in the squad because of Eric, though that's not true. Her efforts are the reason she's there. The only benefits she has is access to products of high-quality, good clothes, domicile and protection.

She eats every now and then looking at sharp features of Eric's face, at his perfect nose and slightly plump lips, at his cheekbones which she adores to contour with the finger. Her eyes go down viewing vividly black tattoos on the neck. She feels how something is tugging in the lower abdomen.

"Eat your meal. Stop gazing at me," she hears his voice's deep timbre. Abruptly, her cheeks turn pink and she chuckles. She sees how a perfect line of Eric's lips twitches in a smirk.

"Salmon is really good," she praises dinner.

"Mhm... received two fresh fish this morning."

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They finish dinner and clean the table, then do the washing-up together. Eric hides two plates in the shelf above the faucet and turns to her immediately embracing her little petite figure with his strong arms.

"Tired?" The serene tone of his voice soothes her.

She cuddles closer to his chest smelling a pleasant male scent, and just nods. She feels a soft kiss on her forehead, and then Eric rises her from the ground taking to the bathroom.

After brushing their teeth — they've got used to do all this plain routine together, the couple gets ready to take the shower. Eric turns on water and begins to undress her. She yawns finally feeling how much her muscles are strained, in need of rest. Hooded eyes watch how Eric attentively takes off all of her clothes, then undresses himself.

He's not a type of guy to say "love you" and other sweet nothings about his feelings, but she doesn't need that. She's got used to his own tongue of showing love and affection.

Before stepping into the shower cabin, Eric checks the temperature of water, only then leads her inside along with him. She closes her eyes relaxing under warm streams realizing how much her body's got exhausted. Eric massages her shoulders gently once in a while placing kisses on them, her neck, or back. He helps to soothe knots in her strained muscles. She sighs contendetly leaning back on his powerful chest. She feels that Eric is smiling, feels his tender touching on her hips and stomach. She enjoys such moments when he takes a lead, dominates but gently, and looks after her. At times like this, she feels safe and peaceful.

After the shower, he dries her wrapping in the soft towel. Eric takes her face and kisses her affectionately and possessively.

"Fancy sex?" His look is demanding and piercing.

She bites her lower lip that doesn't escape Eric's attention.

She nods, also adding:

"But I'm too tired to be active in bed."

He is silent for several seconds, just rubs her cheeks with the thumbs. Then responds:

"I'll take care of you."

With these words, he leads her to their bed that stands opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows. She sinks in the black linen that smells of them. After coming into contact with the duvet, her head and eyelids suddenly feel heavy. Drowsiness washes over her, foggy curtain falls onto her eyes.

Eric lies beside her and she immediately snuggles her nose into his bicep closing her eyes, giving her whole body to him. He unwraps the towel revealing her steamed, after the shower, body.

His calloused hand creases her breasts, plays with her already hard nipples and then goes down reaching her labia. Eric rubs them leisurely watching her reactions. She's a bit sleepy, though still reacts to his movements gasping quietly. He finds her pulsating clit giving it proper attention until her pussy is wet enough to insert two fingers inside. Her moist insides welcome them and he starts gentle but steady movements back and forth. She breathes out, moans a little, and Eric looms his head over brushing his lips against hers.

"Like it?"

"Mhm," she cuddles closer, still keeping her eyes closed.

"Open your legs wider," he commands whispering.

She obediently does as he orders. His thrusts become faster. She feels hotness rushing to her core, something tugs, then her walls clench, and she releases sticky juices orgasming. She exhales heavily feeling pleasant relief.

Eric takes out his fingers spreading clammy liquid of her pussy all over her entrance and inner labia. He pumps his already hard dick for some time and settles himself comfortably between her lean legs. He rubs pinkish head of the cock against her drenched folds, then starts intruding with his member inside.

Eric bites his lower lip feeling how her enjoyable tightness wraps his member. They both gasp. He looms over her hiding her safely from the world conquering all her senses with only his presence.

"Eric..." sweet moan of hers.

His thrusts are slow and gentle — he's not planning to make rough sex tonight. He wants her to enjoy herself, relax, and ultimately sleep peacefully.

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