#heeere we go!

[pianokantzart]

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[ravasz]

closed . @wcrfcres

The hidden figure slid around the stone column, eyes nearly glowing in the dark as they focused in on the fleeing lady in pink. Martyn was practically glued to the stone surface, like a spy in the night (or a lizard on hot stone), subtle as ever (not), corners of lips twitching upwards with a mischievous vigor that in certain lights almost seemed like the snarl of a wolf cornering its prey. And then, all of a sudden, it turned into a knowing, soft smile, as he pressed his back against the column, hands busied with the flower crown that was now taken off the top of his head, fingers gently brushing over silky petals, a deep but velvety voice escaping him as he finally spoke. "I wouldn't go that way if I were you..."

[sunsafewriting]

Tuck Your Head to Your Chest - Chapter 2 (7k) - Do a Flip extended cinematic universe

Despite how much she moves around during the day, Ava is actually a pretty stable sleeper. She doesn’t kick or punch or steal covers, which makes her basically the ideal person to share a bed with — qualities she gets to flex every Friday, just in case Beatrice is paying attention, taking note. 

Most of her squirming around takes place before she falls asleep, in the window between lying down and passing out, and tonight has been extra squirmy. 

She’s already rolled over about five different times, flipped her pillow, drawn her knees up to her chest and stretched out again.

"Are you alright?" Beatrice asks. "You’re much wrigglier than normal." 

Ava’s totally not arrhythmic over the fact that Beatrice is aware of how much she usually shifts around when getting comfortable. "My sweater is itchy." 

"Ah."

Ava gives up on it altogether, sitting up and yanking the sweater over her head. 

Her first instinct is to just lob it onto the floor and deal with it in the morning, because that's what she'd do if she were in her own room. But Beatrice won't be able to sleep if there are clothes on the floor, and so Ava just ends up stalling out with no clear direction. 

"Here." Beatrice holds out a hand and Ava complies, passing her the sweater. Beatrice heads over to her closet, and switches it out with one of her own hoodies. Ava is completely charmed by the fact that she keeps them on hangers, even though the collective noun of hoodies is obviously pile . "See if this is better."

Ava already knows it’s going to be a million times better. Beatrice is very particular about the kinds of fabrics she likes, and so consistent that Ava can tell as soon as she touches a piece of clothing now whether it’s the kind of thing Beatrice would wear. 

She tugs the hoodie on. It smells like Beatrice’s laundry detergent, and feels entirely familiar. Ava’s pretty sure that she’s snuck her hands into the pocket of this one before, claiming her fingers were cold. They were, but Ava’s jacket also had pockets, and so did her jeans, but Beatrice hadn’t called her on it. 

"It’s perfect," Ava says. "Thank you." 

Beatrice nods, climbing back into bed with her. Well, not with her . There’s still a respectable foot and a half of mattress between them. But it’s with her in almost all the ways that count. 

[toburnup]

He sees the moment that Steve's eyes slide over to his. He forgot what Steve's curiosity feels like on his skin.

"What?" Steve says, smiling. Unsure. Looks like himself, like it doesn't matter where he is — he'll be Steve, and Eddie will want to look at him.

"Just looking."

It's the kind of shit Eddie wouldn't have been able to say before, maybe even the kind of thing Steve wouldn't have been able to hear. But now, Steve blushes and Eddie can hear his own heartbeat, the rapid beating spelling out I'm fucked, I'm fucked, I'm fucked.

[is your light on? chapter 12 - read on ao3]

by adure | rated e | steddie | read tags

[ahogedetective]

@hopebvllet || !!!! 🐺🦇

While Shuichi could go a few days without feeding... he could not risk going a third night without doing so. Because if he does... he will enter that state, where his thirst for blood overtakes him. He would become a lot more greedy and aggressive... a side of him he hates and tries to prevent as much as possible. Right now, he was lurking around the more emptier streets of the city at this time of night, searching for prey... eventually, he would spot a figure up ahead, entering one of the more spacious alleys. Perfect, he thought to himself: now all he would need to do is sneak up from behind and knock them out. Drink as much blood as needed, then tend to the bites marks on their neck, carry them to a safe spot until they eventually wake up in the morning... the usual routine of the vampire when biting someone.

However.. Shuichi would make the grave mistake of following that person in particular. It was one of those accursed vampire hunters that he sometimes had to deal with. The hunter already knew he was being followed, intentionally luring Shuichi into the alley. The very second Shuichi was about to strike them from behind... the hunter swiftly turned around, and flashed the silver-backed mirror to his face.

"Urk-!?" He recoils in pain, hissing at he feels a burning sensation on his face and arms. "Gghhh...!!" Slamming his foot into chest to make Shuichi fall to the ground, the hunter then plants his foot against his chest once more, this time to keep him pinned down to the ground, as he continues flashing the mirror right in the vampire's face.

"A-Ahhh, gaaaah!!!" He tries shielding his face with his arms, but only that makes them burn even worse. His sleeves were slowly becoming tainted with red from blood, and was about to quickly summon one of the 'hands' made from shadow energy to try forcing this guy away... until he suddenly stopped, himself.

Why he did so.. he would eventually see why, when spotting a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. "....!" ("No...that couldn't be....")

Makoto...? Why was he out here so late at this, he thought to himself? But no, worse than that: if he spotted them... he would see Shuichi in his true form: ghostly gray skin, abnormal looking eyes and pointy ears. And the burn marks that were not caused by an actual weapon... he would see it all, and find out what he truly is...! "O...O-Oh no....n.. no, don't...d-don't come this way..." Don't see the monster that is your friend, he wanted to scream out..

[immobiliter]

       “ Your invitation was most unexpected, Monsieur Neuvillette. ” Lifting her teacup from its saucer, Navia flashed Neuvillette a warm smile. Unexpected, perhaps, but not unwelcome: it really spoke volumes about Fontaine's cold, unfeeling Chief Justice that he had invited her personally to tea at the Palais Mermonia, something she had never heard of him doing prior to Lady Furina's departure from public life. No doubt he wanted to ask after Poisson, which was proof if she'd still needed it that the days of his perceived apathy towards Fontaine, its laws and its people were long behind him. Cold on the outside, but thoughtful on the inside. It was as if, over recent weeks, Navia had finally been afforded a glance behind the curtain that had always separated him from the ordinary citizen, elevated him from the defendant and prosecutor in every case he presided over. It had never been apathy that had guided his hand. He cared more than most, but perhaps had never known what to do with it, nor how to express it. In a way, it was an endearing quality.

       The thought was enough to light up her blue gaze, teasing. “ Before you know it, you'll be entertaining guests as well as our former Archon — though I personally never had the pleasure. ” In all seriousness, she could not imagine how challenging the past weeks must have been. A nation without an Archon, a country that had survived its fated Great Flood, but still needed repairs and rebuilding. She did not envy his position and, in spite of Lady Furina's many faults, without her it must have been a daunting prospect to face all alone. “ It can't have been easy to take over so unexpectedly, particularly under the circumstances. ”

time for neuvillette & navia sit down for tea ! / @apocryphis

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

THERE'S A CYRANO DE BERGERAC MUSICAL?????

[dual-desires]

In That Sharp Place

🌙 vegaspete incubus AU, 14k

❗️ graphic violence, dubious consent

🔮 incubus!Vegas, human!Pete, captivity, smut, size difference

Link here 👇

[vimbry]

me and the work girlies having socialist convos at the end of the day

[blackstarising]

me, a kendallgirl, knowing what's what when my husband starts out with rap music

[sffroncloaked]

@gildedwar : Theseus- 57: sender winks at receiver

Elysium : the mortals oft spoke of the plane with reverence upon their lips and longing gleaming in their eyes, dedicating lifetimes to the sheer chance of stepping foot amongst the splendorous fields. Perhaps she ought to have appreciated it more as a child as something beyond a pretty playground to run around, paling in comparison to the enrapturing, ever-changing surface ; a trove of growth and decay in tender embrace.

Though, she had always enjoyed the few times she was permitted to enter the stadium, wide-eyed and fidgety as the electric excitement of the crowd seeped into her very bones, raising the hairs on her neck to attention. It was magick in of itself, the resounding clash of steel, how the mighty heroes swung and dodged without the cumbersome limitations of their mortal bodies, how the crowd roared with each blow ! Perhaps she was biased, but there was a certain pride that glowed in her chest whenever her brother was the one to claim a victory here, cheering with all her might from the royal stands.

But there was another that she had cheered for on other occasions, regardless of who his opponent was : and here he entered, the crowd sent into frenzy once more at the sight of the golden haired warrior who donned the blessed weapons of Aphrodite herself. She could not quite help the smile that quirked at the familiar sight of the king and his noble companion. Could not help either, the huff of a laugh when blue hues met hers, cheekily sending a wink her way.

For old time's sake : Twas the simple reasoning she had given for taking her seat high above the crowds once more. But as she raised a ghostly hand to wave back towards the champion did another quiet truth make itself known.

She had always found him rather charming.

[disturbnot]

YOU'D EXPECT A PALE REPTILE TO BE COLD TO THE TOUCH. As small lizards scatter in the parched and sunscorned brush beneath them, one clumsily finds its way upon Ash's broad hand; the dry scales are warm, comfortably baked beneath the afternoon sun. He tilts his hand, thick and heady daylight glinting back at him from the black pits of this creature's beady little eyes—Ash smiles. At his heel, the lip of a plastic bucket is summited by a similar-looking lizard, blindly lapping at the hot air.

Ash's smile turns to a grin; he turns slightly on his heel and gently taps the lizard back into the bucket. The curious little critter scaling his other hand joins it soon after.

" Baker's dozen of baaad motherfuckers, " he glibly remarks with an almost fond click of his tongue. " You keep any of these guys? They're adorable. "

@yalldved

[fighterbound]

♥ / for .. naruto ?? 🥺🥺🥺

After a long day on the farm and checking off all the chores and duties, Aoife and him agreed to spend some time outside. The weather been pleasant the last few days as it straddles the line of departing spring and incoming summer. A few times already Naruto's heard the comforting buzzing of cicadas.

She brought food from the local saloon and he set up outside. A plush blanket over the grass, drinks, and some light. Dinner was nice, enjoying the comforting food from the Stardrop Saloon. Naruto kept easy conversation, asking questions and telling his own stories.

Once dinner was done they moved to lounging, holding low murmured conversations about the day, the people, and their interests. Naruto is retelling a funny encounter with one of the townspeople when he feels a familiar weight on his thighs. Looking down, his eyes light up in warm regard. Without missing a beat he brings his hand to run his fingers through the ends of Aoife's soft hair. He plays with her hair as he continues talking, twirling the ends around his fingers. Of course he's careful to not tug or pull.

The moon is slowly taking her place for the night when Naruto figures it's time to disturb her. His hand moves from her hair to squeezing her shoulder.

"Am I gunna have to carry ya inside again," he teases once the sun has settled for bed. A task he doesn't mind whatsoever. He likes being trusted by her to do so.

"Unless you're up for sleeping under the stars." The night shouldn't get too cold he figures.

Send my muse a ♥ for their reaction to yours laying their head down in mine’s lap. Send + reverse for my muse to lay down their head in your’s lap. / @sunsweets

[dunerover]

AS WILD AND RECKLESS AS THUNDER OVER THE LAND—

Selective, independent RP blog for Zandi, tiefling fighter/rogue and thrill-seeking drifter. An original character based in Dungeons and Dragons. Written by Spottie. 21+. Carrd | Banner art by me!

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

House Husbands ft SatoSugu

househubby!Sato is overjoyed with his decision to shift his focus solely on taking care his overworked little wife. He feels worthless in his own line of work because regardless of his efforts, nothing ever changes. Being at your beck and call, making you happy.. It's all Satoru needs outta life and he's never felt more fulfilled.

househubby!Sugu is absolutely exhausted dealing with the internal war rampaging his thoughts, distorting his morality into a demon he can't recognize. But the unyielding love and support of his nonsorcerer wife is enough to suffocate his uncertainty. And Suguru's proud that with your help, he's able to shed all the toxic doubt and decides to dedicate his life to the woman that saved him.

househubbies!SatoSugu refuse to acknowledge the absolutely ridiculous qualms that they're putting their wants and needs on the back burner to take care of you. They constantly remind you that you're everything they'll ever desire in life; that they could only continue to witness curses bring the world to its knees long as they could always be there to keep you safe.

househubby!Sato is on pins and needles waiting for you to come home every single day. Bouncing on the tips of his toes like an anxious child, tense as fuck while pacing like a madman. "Relax, Toru. She gets in the same time every evening. Rilin yourself up for no reason." Suguru chuckles from the stove, finishing up dinner. "But she's been gone for hours and I miss heeer." Satoru whines like a brat, wholeheartedly feeling like his partners calm demeanor was nothing more than pure utter cap. "Quit actin like you don't want her home too. Listened to you fuckin your fist to that video of her in the bathroom earlier." Electric blue eyes narrowed, slender finger pointed accusingly in a sputtering Suguru's direction. "Will you just finish settin the damn table before y/n gets home!" He hisses back, shame licking warmth across his cheeks. "Fuckin creep Toru, I swear.."

househubby!Sugu consistently rescues you from a needy Satoru's overbearing 'welcome home' after each grueling work shift. Heroically puts himself in-between the world's strongest sorcerer and woman of their shared affections; effectively untangling you from the bone crushing embrace and ambush of kisses. "Seriously gonna smother her one of these days, idiot. Actin like she's gonna disappear or somethin." Suguru chastised, scooping you up in his own snug embrace and pecking your lips in adoration. Only a second in the kiss turns way too passionate for Satorus liking and he immediately despises the soft mouth moving slowly against your own, so damn sensually. "Lies! You just want y/n all to yourself." Satoru pouts listening to your tiny hums of pleasure as he stomps off to pour his tired little wife a glass of wine.

househubbies!SatoSugu make it a daily routine to lay you out after work and massage the accumulated tension outta every inch of your depleted frame while askin bout your day; coppin a feel as they simultaneously knead your stressed ridden muscles till you lay limp and aroused on the bed. "Fuuuck, y/nnn. Look so good spread out like this for us. Wanna continue to make our girl feel good.. Gonna let us play in that pussy for a lil bit?" Satoru speaks low at your ear, leaving sweet kisses down your neck and your shoulders when you nod. "Lemme and Sugu relax our perfect lil wife even more. Know you want this pipe, baby. Let us make you cum, deserve that and so much more. Can we, princess, hm? Work so goddamn hard every. fuckin. day." Print of his mouth leaving goosebumps over your sensitive skin while grippin on your love handles, lips trailing lower and lower as Suguru takes his place at your ear. "'S all up to you, babygirl. Tables set; blunts rolled.. Can go smoke and eat, maybe come lay back down after.. Rub ya pretty feet till you pass out inste-," "mmmfuuuck, Toru.. Oh! Yeees, right there.. Oh, oh- tongues so deep, Daddy." You interrupt, breathless moans loud and airy as Satoru spreads your doughy chocolate cheeks and digs inside you further. Pulling back to lap at your slick like a kitten does milk. Suguru chuckles when you shamelessly groan your pleasure all up in his face. "Play in that pussy it is then, babygirl."

househubby!Sato slipped into domestic bliss quite effortlessly. He's proud to admit his biggest worry these days is how mad Suguru gets when he forgets to separate the whites from the colors. "Dammit Gojo!" Satoru flinches from the spot between your legs, head snapping away from his video game to the rapid footsteps barging his direction from the bedroom. You continue to card your fingers through his soft hair, chuckling when a furious Suguru appears clad only inna pair of tight white briefs splotched with pink, holding a pair of your panties. "How many fuckin times have I told you not to mix colors with whites?! I gotta whole basket full of pink boxers cause you never pay attention to what the fuck your doin!" But Satoru only gives him the saddest puppy dog eyes he can muster while trying to ignore his Fallout character getting absolutely slaughtered by a Deathclaw. "I'm sorry! Just wanted to help with the chores. You know it wasn't on purpose, Big Daddy." His taunting and dramatic fluttering lashes have you both clutching your tummies in serious efforts to hold in your guts from the raucous laughter. But Suguru is less than impressed. He seethes in silence for a few moments before growling out through clenched teeth. "Both of you shut the fuck up.. Know what? Get over here and hurry up. Now.. On your fuckin knees." It was interesting start to your day off to say the least..

househubby!Sugu! likes to the play the role and has no problem keeping his brats in place. He's good at being the perfect Daddy with only one demand: utter compliance. And he doesn't tolerate disobedience. "I know that- ah ah ah. Slow, baby. Slow.. All the way down. Mmmmm.. Jus like that." Suguru tightens his grip on the soft locks, using them as leverage to control the pace of him dipping his cock in and out of his lovers throat. "I know it's confusing baby, sooo confusing to my girl hmm? He's your Daddy too. Aint that right? Oooh shit, suck it harder.. Mmm, ohhh yeaah- oh fuuuck!" Suguru huffs hoarsely, head fallin back in pleasure before he looks down and stares into your eyes heatedly, your gaze making his nut creep closer. "But I'm his Daddy, sweetheart. And it's time I- fuuuuck, 'm close! T-time to teach you both a lesson. Ready Toru?" Suguru slides a hand into your kinky y/h/c hair, yanking you closer to his hips and buss heavily into Satoru's waiting mouth. "Mmmmph!" Your poor husband struggles and chokes around the first gush, gagging harshly when Suguru slides his dick in deeper. "So bad at t-takin dick, Toru." He teases, wide tip knockin into glaring Satoru's abused throat; spurting twice more and flooding it with thick pearly cream. "Fuckin hell, Toruuuu! Oh God, Saaatoruuu!" Suguru moans filthily, snatching his cock and aiming at your pretty face. "Ah, ah- mmmnnh! Take it, take the rest of Daddy's nut, mama." Suguru's cum blankets your cheeks and lips in three milky streams. "G-good boy.. Ohhhh, my good giiirl, y/n." He praises when you and Satoru gently suck and lick at the oozing head of his throbbing cock, prolonging the intense pleasure.

househubbies!SatoSugu! try not to ravish you too often because of your hectic schedule but there's nothing to save you from their fiendish antics when you take your mini vacations. Time off with your husbands is nothing short of more work for you. At the very least, it's a very thorough and strenuous workout. They very consistently keep you stuffed: with happiness, love, and of course dick. "Toru- ah f-fuck.. Don't do this to me, Daddy pleeease!" You cry for your husband to give your puffy overused coochie reprieve but he's consistent with his denial. "Shhh, princess, shhhh. You're okay, you can take it. Gotta be quiet though. Me and Sugu both worked so damn hard to fuck this pretty chocolate lil pussy so good.. Don't wanna wake him up after all his hard work do you, baby?" He sucks and nibbles on your folds incessantly, grinning when the pressure of his thumb at your overstimulated clit makes you shriek and gasp for air. "Bullshit, Toru. Got her screamin her fuckin head off." Suguru exhales tiredly with closed eyes, scooping your trembling body closer into his side as you writhe from the intense sensation swirling between your legs; head thrashing from side to side on his broad chest. "Daddy, please! A-already came three t-times tonight. Ahhhnm, oh oh- needa a break, pleeease!" Your increasingly desperate cries raising in volume have Suguru's half hard dick filling full as he peeks down between your thick brown thighs, making direct eye contact with a sadistic Satoru. Who ofcourse gives a naughty wink, mouthing 'watch this' to an intrigued Suguru and latches on to your throbbing nub to nurse on you hungrily; pulling off repeatedly with acute bursts of suction that have you wordlessly keening as you squirt impressively allover Satoru's swollen pink lips inna messy glaze. You cum so fuckin hard, hands shooting to anchor themselves in Suguru's dark roots; plushy frame jerking erratically in attempt to twist away from the suffocating pleasure. "Fuuuck, Look at that.. Got her raining cum all over your pretty face, Toru. Gotta be the hardest our lil wife's eva came." Suguru admits, putting his ego aside. Too preoccupied with wetting up Satoru's face to notice how your husbands stare into each other's eyes, dicks pulsing and raging between their legs.

househubby!Sato despises Suguru's all work no play attitude. After an entire week of repetitive chores and errands in addition to no sex, Satoru's dying to get home so one of his spouses can drain his fat sack dry. "..need a warm tight hole to slide into. Been so fuckin pent up.. Babygirl is gone entirely way too much lately." He complains as Suguru drives them back to the house. "Well you know y/n's been workin hard as hell towards that big promotion, Toru. Left for work at like 5 this morning.. She'll probably need some rest and jus wanna cuddle after work." Suguru reminds him. Satoru manspreads with a huff, head slamming back into the headrest and groans in agreement. Well if not y/n then.. "What bout you? Been a minute since my handsome husband had a good nut. Don't you.. Need some relief?" Satoru asks, voice low and deep. Fingers slinking into his husbands hair scratching at his scalp lightly, his other hand caressing up and down his muscled thigh. Suguru gulps audibly, adam apple bobbing as he concentrates with all his might to keep his eyes on the road. "Uhhh.." Satoru's clear invitation instantly has him rock hard and remembering that last time he had the strongest man in the world on his back while you were at work. Filth spewing from his mouth that eventually went quiet and slack when Suguru held down his wrists and grinded in deep as fuck over and over. Damn, the slutty way Satoru kept rolling his narrow hips.. Effectively fuckin himself on Suguru's dick with the prettiest flush on his chest, strands of snowy locks plastered to his damp creased forehead, stiff untouched cock twitching and smearing precum between them. "Sugu? Still with me?" Satoru asks, cheeky smirk alluding to knowing exactly what's on his husbands mind. Suguru clears his throat and nods, mouth dry and parched; immediately in dire need of a drink of the tall glass of water sitting next to him. "Well? You gonna fuck me before y/n gets home or nah?" Another curt nod from Suguru has Satoru grinning like he just one the lottery, greedily groping his spouses bulge the rest of the ride home.

househubby!Sugu feels like he can only indulge his husbands despicable fantasies when all duties have either been prepped or taken care of. Therefore he feels absolutely guiltless when he's halfway to heaven and his cell rings, your parents number popping up on the screen. Satoru stares at Suguru in disbelief as he pulls away and gets outta bed. Mouth running a mile per minute to your dad while he hops around the room trying to get his leg into his pants. ".. Alright, bet.. Love you too pops.. Bye." He ends the call and turns to a disheveled frowning Satoru, reaching up to swoop his long hair up inna bun. "The fuck, Suguru-," Satoru starts but his protests are swiftly dismissed. "Don't start. They just need one small lil favor. Plus, Moms said she missed you cause you didn't come by with us last time y/n and I visited." Satoru sighs in acknowledgement and quickly chucks on his clothes, features softening considerably. "I do miss Mama y/l/n. Wanted to run a few things by her for y/n's birthday surprise anyway." He shrugs, slipping into his black nike slides. "Alright, sounds like a plan- oh! She said to tell you she's got your favorite mochi wai- Gojo, WHAT THE FUCK!" Suguru sentence abruptly cutting off, consumed in horror that Satoru just teleported them into your parents kitchen clad only in a pair of black jeans. "Christ almighty!" Your mom jumps at their sudden appearance and Suguru's exclamation, holding her pounding heart and sternly eyeing your husbands up and down. "Sup Mom, where is it?" Satoru gets straight to the point, kissing your mom's cheek and skipping off to the garage freezer when she points. "Hell is wrong with that boy?" Your mom asks the sanest of the two, already heading to grab Suguru a shirt and some socks. "So many things, Ma. How much time you got?"

househubbies!SatoSugu are both pleasantly surprised when you pull up to your parents spot after work and tell them there's something that's been on your mind for the past few weeks. "Spill the beans, princess. Can't believe you waited this long to tell us." Satoru gives his signature pout as he pulls you down to sit on the couch in-between them. "Yeah, sweetheart. You know we don't keep secrets. Tell us what's been on your mind." So you take a deep breath before you launch into your mini speech. "I love you both so much, never ever dreamed I'd be lucky enough to marry my soul mates. And I know we've talked about kids but my job has always made that impossible but today I got the promotion." Your husbands are ready to click their heels in excitement at your news but you hush sweet words with a finger to their lips. "But that's not all. I- uh. I make my own schedule now and haveso much more time on my hands that I think- um.." You stall a bit, nervous as fuck. "Y/n spit out already. Got us on the edges of our seat here." Satoru groans at your reluctance. "Honey, what's goin on?" Suguru questions with concern. "I stopped taking birth control so we can have a baby!" Your hands pop over your mouth at the outburst but your men already have that look in their eye and quickly close in on your tense frame. "That's all? So anxious just to tell us you wanna get bred tonight?" Satoru teases, gripping your hips and kissing your cheek. "That right, sweet wife?" Suguru sneers, loving how your breath speeds as they feel you up. "You want us both to put a baby in that needy lil pussy tonight?" You're only able to nod and moan as Satoru takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth and grope your tit roughly. Suguru watches with a sly smile as your other husbands assault evolves into finger fuckin you while inhaling your soft pretty cries. "Time to say bye bye, princess. Your Daddies need time alone with our perfect lil wife now." Suguru finally says after watching for a couple minutes, pulling you from a distraught Satoru and ushering you towards your parents. "And we're leaving your car. Tell em I'll pick it up tomorrow." Satoru demands as he sucks your slick from his fingers. You do as they say like always. And since you so sweetly asked for a baby, your generous husbands happily give you two tonight.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

YOU SAID SOFT!JASON AND I CAME RUNNING

soft!jason who just needs a fucking hug but its a stubborn bitch about it until reader basically forces him to hug her (its koala szn ok i dont make the rules) and his resolve is just GONE and he melts into her touch bc he really needed it

I follow the book of SZA for this season.

Personally ima imagine Gotham Knights Jason cause he gives off ugly bulldog vibes and I love that, but all Jason lives matter here 😊❤️

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It’s been a while since you’ve witnessed a squash get butchered into many interesting pieces.

The tackling of the oddly tough spaghetti squash was always handled by your boyfriend, who made cutting it into its prepared state look incredibly easy. Cut it into multiple rings, season them, roast them, then fork out the perfectly cooked, sizable noodles with said utensil.

He was lost in thought, he had to have been, as said rock hard vegetable had been resorted to crooked, uneven cubes. His bowed head and dark expression after you quickly noticed, only signified the assumption to be true.

“Jason.” You tried his name again for a second time, concerned enough to settle a hand along his forearm. It was a miracle he hadn’t lost a finger yet, but knocking on wood in your mind would’ve been powerful enough to make it happen.

“Jason.”

The knife pauses, the man blinking once as if someone snapped in front of his face. He lifts his head a bit, coming back to his senses only to realize the state of what mess he’d created on the cutting board.

“Shit,” Jason mutters once, glancing over to see if the other half of the spaghetti squash was still intact.

“Shit.” The curse was further dragged out a little louder. Too lost in his dark cloud of remembrance to realize he butchered it all. Great. Just great.

“Hey,” you speak up, watching him catch your gaze for a split second before avoiding it, quickly setting the knife down.

“Hey.” He clears his throat, his hands piling together the fragments of their now ruined meal. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You try to insist, watching him scoop up the pieces in his hands. “We can still roast it, make it into something still eatable.”

Jason didn’t respond.

This makes your worry meter spike just a little bit more.

“What’s with that frown handsome? You love Italian night.” You question, keeping your hand settled along his forearm.

There was nothing Italian about this dinner, except the homemade sauce and crumbled choice of sausage from an authentic butcher.

He groans but not out of irritance for your words. His hand shifts, making your hand etch back as he leans against the counter, his head bowing once more.

“Nothing.”

What’s going on in that kind mind of his? Was he involuntarily reminiscing of topics and experiences you don’t dare to mention? Was he beating himself up inside for his slip up, ruining a crucial part of your guys’ dinner?

“Come here,” you step closer, slightly extending your arm out a bit as an offering.

Jason nearly etched his head off to the side, nearly mumbling an ‘No. M’fine babe,’ but you weren’t having it.

“Come heeere,” you tried again, reaching your arm up along his opposite bicep, attempting to capture his broad build into your limited embrace.

You make the effort to squeeze in between the tall man of muscle and the kitchen counter, managing to fit both hands over hud shoulders, securing them being his neck.

“We can fix it.” You tell him before he can say otherwise, his brow either furrowing or raising in mixed surprise, and or denial, “We can ask Alfred for one of his secret recipes. If it doesn’t work, fuck it. We’ll make nutella sandwiches or something.”

His brow sharply quirks.

You return the expression with a smile.

You’re a bad influence on him. He adores that about you.

He huffs, an edge of his tone resembling a weak, throaty chuckle. A corner of his lip raised into a limp smile, which was all you needed to see.

“Long day?”

He merely has the strength in his social battery to respond as his head lowers to settle along your shoulder. With a single sigh, the weight of his body against yours nearly had you squished against the counter. A pleasant company along your sides were those ‘unrealistically’ large hands guarding your back from digging too deep against the marble countertop edges.

“Yeah.”

Your small hand cradles the back of his head, nearly soothing the pain from his tension headache. His eyes close, another small sigh leaving his nose. Not all of the palpable stress leaves his body, but your comfort nearly dulls it down into something much more manageable in seconds. Something much more bearable.

Your soft voice floods his aches and pains with a golden warmth of serenity. Your secret super power did wonders on his heart and mind. You didn’t even have to try.

“How’s Nutella sandwiches sound, actually?”

“We don’t have the marshmallow fluff.”

“No, but.. think we got strawberries.”

His brow slightly quirks again. Tonight sounds like it’s getting better already.