#i wanted to make an open starter for him :/

[sonnenreich]

[ open starter */ mutuals only ! ] ⸻ you find zeev in the woods after he experienced a blackout, i'm fine with whatever reason!, can be answered in german as well.

When thinking of witchcraft, some see candles, fire pits and women dancing in the pale moonlight. In some cases there are brooms and wands, fancy hats and a black cat. They are believed to move in the shadows, hide in the woods and curse whoever they please. Honestly? That's partly right. At least that’s what Zeev would say. He never owned a cat and he hates hats with a passion — but he indeed has an entire storage room full of candles and sorts, and once or twice he had danced under the moonlight. Never naked though is what he’d always claim. 

However, in his particular case, he prefers the sunlight. The broad and warm daylight of summer hours, the golden rays reflecting on smooth surfaces like natural lakes and polished furniture, breaking into colourful rainbows whenever it hits crystals and rain. Sunlight was magic itself, turning his surroundings into glistening gold — the most valuable of all hues. Priceless in every sense imaginable. Worship is too active of a word and the sun isn’t able to react in any way, most likely she doesn’t care either. She’s a star, the most important for his life on earth. Essentially for all beings. Yet, worshipping is the closest noun one could use to describe his relationship with her. She’s the warmth and the protection, offers the light to see, the aspiration to be and the strength to create. She’s everything.

But as he moved in pain, the sun was nowhere to be seen. The sky grey and unruly, shielding her from a sight he himself would like not to witness. He choked out a breath, fighting for air burning his throat. After regaining his sight, he noticed immediately that he wasn’t at his home anymore. A part of the woods he couldn’t remember or was too dizzy to recognize. As the exhaustion and adrenaline dropped, the pain became easier to localise. Excruciating headache and cuts burning like purgatory on the inside of his palms. Sitting back on his heels, he stared at the blood sticking to his fingers and the dirt dangerously close to the wound. The bloodied tear wasn’t what unsettled him, but his forgetfulness.

Had he experienced another blackout?

His head snapped to the side when he heard the rustling of leaves, a frame unsheathed from the shadows. With narrowed golden eyes and dishevelled hair he tried to make out the figure. Was it a witness, a client or a victim even? Had he offered his services and it backfired? Zeev hated his lack of memory severely.

Still, he loathed his bedraggled appearance more. 

“Show yourself”, he demanded breathlessly, his strength insignificantly returning.

[n3rdb0x]

starter for @gazelessmenagerie

He was literally just visiting Earth for a bit, a short visit that got interrupted when somehow some villagers from a desert asked him of all people for help. It was surprising really, why him? They offered pay at first but he declined stating he had no need yet they insisted so now he was going to get treated to local food.

The only information he got was one of their children was exploring and found a village completely wiped out or something like that. Beret mentioned that they should tell proper authorities but they already went that route and got brushed off, typical. So now his goal was to find this 'monster of the desert', descriptions really felt like a cryptid so he expected to find nothing. But it was a good time killer!

Now here he was the with the sun setting going on his journey through this desert to the destroyed village he was pointed towards and it was already getting fucking cold, thankfully he packed for that. The villagers also had warned him about leaving at night but who doesn't do a cryptid hunt at night? Even then it was probably just a superstition that's pretty much what cryptids were, he was still going to indulge them. A destroyed village was still a destroyed village, possibly bandits.

He'd walk along the desert eyes gazing about and especially up at the night sky, a smile on his face. He'd stop as he stared in the direction of New Earth, still a silly name but a vote was a vote right.

Eventually he would come upon the village and it was just as the kid said, cryptid or not something strange happened here. He'd walk up to a building in shambles, it looked strangely familiar. Energy attack? There were even burn marks, not many bodies. Vaporized maybe? He'd grip a small object on his belt reflexively expecting something yet he wasn't sure what. "Maybe it wasn't bandits, but then who the hell did this?" He'd mutter to no one in particular as he continued his exploration. Beret's feet would stop at one body. Yeah that did look familiar the kind of damage you'd see from the androids or Goku Black. "Fuuuck." Okay so maybe this cryptid was real.

Then he felt it, that strange feeling like his hairs were standing on end. He was almost positive he was being watched

[captivemuses]

If anyone needs him he's in the Archives evading sleep and nightmares, and any worrying eyes at the fact that he's been evading sleep again for a few days now and his face is showing it. No dinner for him either, he's too tired for food.

[stcries]

open starter.

"use those puppy dog eyes on me all you want, i ain't budging. i said it once, and i'll say it again, my answer is still NO!"

[faeryworlds]

open starter | Lilith Merchant | mutuals only.

"Just leave me alone." The Slytherin girl said, not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Only person she would talk to and want to see is Draco and the rest can just fuck off. "Don't make me warn you again."

[exquisitexagony]

@gollldrush sent “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night

Sami glanced up from where he was sitting, startling slightly at Leo's sudden approach since he hadn't heard her coming initially. A soft smile, trying to hide the fact that she'd spooked him. He didn't want her to feel bad. He was just feeling a little jumpy, a little sensitive.

"Huh? Uh...Oh, yeah..." he hummed quietly before turning away again to look up at the stars. He chews idly at his lip, wishing he had a joint right about now--or, even better, a drop or two of acid. Anything to clear his head.

"I think so." Another gentle smile flashed in her direction. "You?"

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Patrick Finch

"I condone lying. I encourage it, even. I recommend it. I could hardly live without it."

[byanyan]

♡⋆:°* open starter.

ㅤㅤ" all right. "ㅤstepping over to their workstation and dropping a little too casually into their chair, the books tucked under their arm are brought around to rest in their lap as byan's attention finally lifts from the screen of their phone. gaze drifts to the client who's been waiting for them and they offer a nod of acknowledgement, slipping their phone into their back pocket.

ㅤㅤ" what're we doin'? "ㅤclearly, their appointment book is not what had their focus the entire five minutes they've been running late — they're not sure if this is a consultation, a walk-in, or an actual appointment to get a tattoo started. regardless, they look intrigued, even as they lean back in their seat and tuck a strand of hair behind their ear that's fallen free of their messy ponytail.ㅤ" you got a design idea with you, or're you wantin' to look through my catalogue? "ㅤa tap of a painted nail on the binder that sits atop the sketchbook in their lap, and their head tilts slightly in question.ㅤ" —or did i design somethin' for you already? definitely got a couple'a those today, but i don't always remember who's who, y'know? "

[untilthcyrot]

things you said prompts | 12. things you said when you thought i was asleep asked by @freakarus

Sleep was supposed to be a sacred time for people; a way for the mind to recharge, for the body to relax, and for dreams to whisk you away from the woes of reality and transform you somewhere else. For Winnie, for as long as she could remember, sleep was a time when she could chance sleepwalking and the prospect was just as equally terrifying as the last. She could remember when she was a little girl, her mother would securely tuck her into bed and she would feel so warm and safe underneath that blanket. If she thought hard about it, she could still remember the way it smelled washed in that fabric softener her mother always bought. Once tucked in, her mother would place a kiss on the crown of her golden head and whisper "good night" before disappearing from the room completely. Moonlight slipped through the curtains onto her face. Instead of counting sheep, she counted the twinkles in the night sky as she was lulled to sleep.

But no dreams ever came during those nights. There was only darkness, this void that felt like a daze that she was lost in until slowly she was being pulled out of. It would take a few moments to comprehend but she'd realize that she wasn't in her bed anymore. Sleep blinked out of her eyes and she would find that she was standing in her backyard . . . or the driveway . . . or on those rare and terrifying occasions, somewhere in the woods behind her house. No memory of how she got there, crawling back into her bed shivering and scared. When her mother found out, she tried to get her help, but how do you explain a perfectly normal little girl sleepwalking? You look at her schizophrenic mother and make assumptions apparently.

The Gilded Hand knew why. It took a madman taking her as a child, taking all of the special children like her, and locking them away in an abandoned factory, to tell her that she had a unique ability that went beyond the human scope. Winnie had that ability to connect with the dead who had trouble crossing over. She was a beacon of light to the spirits who were lost and confused. They would be attracted to her like a moth to a flame, trying to reach out to her, to her light, and use it as a means of finally crossing over. The trouble was, that a little girl didn't always realize that her imaginary friends were ghosts, and she didn't know how to help them. And her mother? Well, maybe she worried that these friends she saw were all part of a sickness that she passed down to her, so she was hardly any help to her daughter.

Sometimes the spirits took it too far though, but was it something that they could really help either? After spending time walking the earth alone and unseen by the living, finding someone like Winnie was overwhelming for them and they found themselves desperate. They found that they couldn't just talk to her but possess her for a short amount of time. They felt the warmth of life again in her body - what it felt like to breathe air into their lungs, the warmth of a summer night, the taste of food again. They tried not to let any harm come to her, especially when she was a child, but the stress of being possessed would cause her body to reject the souls and she would end up sleepwalking wherever she was left alone again.

As she grew older, she was able to take back some control again. There were no more imaginary friends but spirits who needed her help and she tried to do just that before it affected her sleeping habits, but it couldn't always be stopped. The world was full of lost souls, unfortunately. Winnie had been terrified that Eddie would find her in the compromising position of wandering outside in a sleeping daze until he finally had. Maybe it scared him too, but...instead of rejecting her...he was there for her. That meant more to him than he would ever know. For a girl who never felt completely safe when she was laying in her bed trying to sleep, just him accepting that part of her made her feel that much better about her ability, about her whole self in general.

Tonight, as it felt like she was having one of those dreamless nights again, her eyes flung open in a panic. She was met with darkness that made her heart race, only imagining in those first few seconds where she could have ended up tonight if Eddie hadn't stopped her from leaving first if he had even been awake to notice. Relief was quick to sink in when she realized her blues were staring up at the ceiling and she turned her head to find Eddie sound asleep next to her. She hadn't realized her hand had clenched the drawstring to her hoodie, quickly releasing her grip as tension died down from the realization that her dreamless sleep was just that . . . a dreamless sleep, nothing more, nothing less.

Winnie turned over on her side, body shifting closer to Eddie so that she could feel the warmth of his body against her own. Something about that feeling . . . it made her feel safe and secure, just like when her mother tucked her underneath that blanket smelling of sweet fabric softener and kissing her on the head. Safe. She leaned her head against his shoulder, shutting her eyes before the tears could escape them.

❝ You're my armor, ❞ she whispered so quietly that she wouldn't have even thought she said them if she knew she hadn't. ❝ You make me feel safe when I shut my eyes and I'm scared about what's going to happen when I fall asleep. I know nothing will happen anymore because of you. ❞

[quillheel]

his body was a tiny morsel in the mouth of a big god. 

not always like this, his digital plastic and his digital bones and his digital-digital-digital darkness. not always like this, but you can give up everything for a lot less than you expected. a failed seed, a failed save, something going wrong. a corruption in a corruption in a data mainframe in a person in a phone-call-waiting-to-happen-unable-to-listen-please-just-one-more

digital colors bleeding into corrosive bad luck. maybe that’s why he liked — or will like — the Dreamer. the Lightner. the one who came to him. the big break in 44 years of a rotten run still running. a computer nobody cared enough to shut off. an email no one would kill. nobody, nobody, nobody.

his body was a tiny morsel in the mouth of a big god.

his digital plastic and his digital bones crunching under heels/paws/rocks/roots, casing popping open, joints unstrung on their own code, eyes a static haze; out of it, gone, communion with nothing but a one-time band who already played their set but wouldn’t get off the stage. sorry, call again later. sorry, break something that mattered-

the little doll body you were stepping on, walking by, sprang to life. Pinocchio, eat your heart out. pink and yellow glasses gleamed like car headlights with a bulb smashed in. There’s the clicking of a fist forming, and a finger raising, and then his jaw snapping wide as his half-voice piled through the wavelength.

" HEY THERE EVERY [[ On My Bones ]]   !!! MAKE LIKE AN [[ Archeologist College Degree for thsoe eligible- ]] AN D CLEAN UP IN AISLE   [[ help. ]] "

a string of incoherent, jarbled numbers scatter from his maw like a dream of losing teeth, high pitched and sped up. his voice’s tones and phrases spliced together in an adware program that was particularly strained on the ears; volume like a dial that never stayed still, akin to his twitching joints. An unfortunate facet of existence, but one, at least, still existing.

Man, it's really easy to step on someone when you're not looking where you're walking, huh?

[shadowedresolve]

so like............................ would anyone like toshiro in their inbox c:

[sschmendrick]

Side effect of reading fanfiction with ships is it gets me thinking about relationships and never having been in one.

Side effect of reading fanfiction about queerplatonic relationships is it gets me thinking about that's not a term I've ever seen outside of english and I'm not sure it's something that exists in french and that's what I would like for myself but I can't express it and unless I spend my whole life in a long distance relationship or people are ready to move to france, I'm staying single all my life alright (it's a job thing because my sector sucks everywhere but it sucks a little less in France so leaving my country would actually be a big decision)

[avastyetwats]

“SAILS, CAP’N!”

Olu’s announcement immediately grabs Stede’s attention, prompting the Captain to pull out his spyglass. They’re still at a good distance where he can’t make out faces on the vessel, but he can at least make out the sails somewhat. “Oh, ho! Appears to be a merchant ship. Wonderful!” He exclaims with a wide smile as he lowers the spyglass, eager to put his training to use. “Are you ready for some fun, everyone!?” His crew had been itching for some real action and this certainly seemed to be an opportunity for that. Perhaps they’d even find some precious cargo onboard, some supplies and materials worth taking - that was the point, after all, wasn’t it? Though, for Stede, he’d be happy to just find some books. And hopefully this ship would be curse free. “Now then, ready the canons and prepare to intercept!” He orders, chest puffed out, seemingly full of confidence. But then he deflates a little and leans over, voice dropping below a whisper. “Was that right? Did I do that correctly or…?”

[milkmily]

Eat, Bath, Maybe me?ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙──────────────────────────

Mr. Crawling x Reader

Smut cuz I can and I want him. Also because this fanart really inspired me a lot heheheh. I went to the ER today guys 🥲 I was in sm pain. I have gallstones. Yay. So fun.

Art by:@/Tado25

Living with Mr. Crawling came with its ups and downs. After living with him for a while, there have been some changes to your day to day life with him. For starters, coming home after a stressful day at work/classes and met with loneliness was met by his giggles. He crawls to you and hugs your legs as he says, “You back.” As he pulled you down to him so that he could kiss you.

Your bed at nights no longer felt super Lonely and cold. You'd be met with small giggles and his big hands running through your hair or your Body.

And well, your sex life changed too. Mr. Crawling really really likes to make you feel good. At times, his pleasure is pushed behind just so he can make you feel good after a stressful day after work/classes. Or in general any day. He sees you tensed up after work and he pulls you down for a kiss, and soon it just turns into your pants down as his face is in between your legs eating your pussy out as he holds your legs up and apart to prevent you from closing them. He sees you sitting down watching TV and he's in-between your legs making you cum already for the 3rd time with his tongue.

But most Of all he just really loves to feel you wrapped up around his cock. When you are sleeping he gently is tugging at your panties and begging for you to let him. Or he's humping his poor boner on your ass as you sleep. And of course, you always help him when you can. A thigh job, a tit job, a hand job and a blow job. But your pussy is always available for him. And he knows that already.

Now some of the downs are when he keeps waking you up in the middle of the night to his giggles and touches. Also when he tried to cook for you, he almost burned down your apartment. Anddddd people now think your apartment is haunted because they hear giggles and random sounds inside your apartment when your neighbors know that you are living alone.

But honestly you don't mind any of it. You just like that Mr. Crawling is there with you. Per usual, you walked back to your apartment after class. You were pretty stressed up already since you had just finished a test and all you thought about was what the hell would your score be. Thankfully, work gave you some days off to study and for your exams. You open the door with your key and are greeted with a giggle. “Hi Mr. Crawling.” You say as you take your shoes off and look down. Your eyes go wide and gulped. “You home.” He spoke. Why are you so shocked right now?

Well, he's wearing an apron. Only an apron. “you want eat? Want a bath? Maybe…” he crawls closer to you as you froze there, heart beating fast. He hugs your legs as He looks up at you. “Me?” He asked and giggled as he tugged at your skirt. You looked away and sigh. “Bath.” You say. He giggles and crawls to the bathroom. You catch your breath as you hold tightly to your shirt. Holy shit.

You walk into the bathroom and are met with a bathtub filled with water and some random soap. You looked down and saw a whole empty bottle of your favorite and brand new bubble bath. Oh God. You hear Mr. Crawling giggle as he gently splashes the water. Who cares, it's cheap soap anyways. You stay to take off your sweater when you feel his hand pull down your skirt. He grabs your panties and pulls Them down. He brings his face closer to your pussy lips and sniffles. He pressed a kiss on it, making you shiver. “Good.” He says and helps you out of the rest of your clothes.

In the bathtub, he was massaging your shoulder, making you moan and groan at the feeling of his hands on your shoulders. His hands would move from time to time to cup your breasts and pinch your nipples and massage them. But you didn't mind, you loved it. His lips would meet your neck and leave gentle bite makes On your neck.

Once out of the bathtub, he helped you dry up and put on your comfortable baggy and long gown. You sigh, feeling super satisfied and happy. “What is there to eat…?” You asks softly as you walked out and Mr. Crawling crawls right beside you. At the kitchen you are met with some messy dishes. “Hmm…” You start to wash them and clean the counter. Mr. Crawling looked at you but he wasn't grinning or giggling like he always does. He seemed…guilty. You come back home from a stressful day and have to clean? That was his mistake. “Me sorry.” He spoke and you shook your head. “It's okay.” You smiled as you cupped his face. He leans on to your touch and smiles.

“How about you help me?” You say and he tilts his head. “You help me?” And he immediately nods.

But honestly the food waited. As you were cutting up some carrots Mr. Crawling took advantage of the gown you had on and went inside. He pulled your panties to the side and rubbed his nose and sniffled. “He-Hey stop! You'll make me cut myself.” You say and jump as you feel his tongue slide between your folds. You let out a shaky sigh and brought Your ass out more to give him more acces. You could hear him giggle before he brought his lips to your clit, sucking and licking it. You closed your eyes as you moaned and tried your best in cutting up the carrots. But the way his tongue licked and his hands held tightly to your thighs. He moaned as he tasted your wet pussy and stuck his tongue in. You jumped and moaned, the knife now on the table, long forgotten alongside the carrots.

Your legs were going weak as he kept flicking his tongue on your poor clit. You hold onto the counter and whine as he pushes his fingers inside of you. So long and nice, they always always made you feel good. He always made you feel soooo good. “Mr. Crawling m- ah fuck like that. Please.” You whined and he continued to push his fingers in and out of your pussy, your juices leaking down to his face. Honestly, you've gotta get used to his cold touch. You don't scream every time he touches you with his big cold hands. They are something you are used to and his coldness always makes you Feel 10× better. You lift up the gown to see him eating your pussy out, so concentrate on you.

You pushed his head away, earning a whine from him and a small frown. You smiled at him and looked down to see the very huge tent he had that his poor apron Did a horrible job at hiding. “Stand.” You say and point at him. “you stand.” He doesn't really like standing up in front of you. He’ll do it when you aren't home. He's scared that you'd get scared by his height. but as you lift up your pretty gown and lean on the counter ass out, he couldn't help but do as you say so. And God, he is tall. He lifts up his apron that was covered with his precum. You could feel his long cock on the back of your ass and you push yourself More on to him. He whines and grabs your ass.

You were way too short for him to reach. He groans as he tries to position his cock to your aching pussy. You gasp as you were suddenly lifted up by him and put your knees on the kitchen counter. Your eyes go wide as you feel him shove his cock inside, the stretch making you moan.

He whimpers and whines as he pushes his hips back towards you. You moan as your eyes go wide. He looks down at your ass and holds on to it as he squeezed. “Hmpt- good?” He asks and you nod. “Good.” With tears in your eyes. He was a bit worried and tilted his head. “You not good?” He asks and you shake your head. “You just feel really good Mr. Crawling.” You whined. “Me good. Really good.” You repeat and moan as his hips move again. He groans and starts to quicken his pace. He whimpers and whines as he moves faster. You were holding on To the end of the counter as your poor cunt got pounded. You felt so good holy shit. His cock had you forgetting everything and anything.

You covered your mouth as you remembered your neighbors but he pushed his hips harshly, making you moan loudly. He moved his hands to cup your breast as he kept pounding on to you. Your eyes roll back and moan. His cock made your pussy feel so good, skin slapping and his cock wet and covered with your pussy's cream. You couldn't last Anymore and come on his cock as you scream. Your eyes rolled back, yoru back arching more as you cum. But that didn't stop him. He kept thrusting and thrusting, making you whimper and whine. “W-Wait- Oh my god!” You moaned.

He pulled away and giggled as he Panto and saw your pussy juice dripping.

He pants and turns you. You whimper at his touch and he lifts you up, pinning your back on the cold wall. Without needing his hands, he pushed his cock right back into your cunt with a thrust. Your back was on the kitchen wall as Mr. Crawling pounds Your pussy, his hands lifting you up as he pounds and groans into you. Your eyes rolled back as he kept fucking you. You couldn't even speak. All you were doing was moaning and screaming. Your hands holding his shoulders to support yourself.

He lifts your gown up to show your pretty bouncing tit's. He groans and brought one to his mouth as he fucked you. Your poor tit had bites and hickeys all over them. His thrusting was becoming sloppy. Without even telling him, you cum once again on his cock. Your body felt super sensitive and all of his thrust made you cry. Soon, he thrusted one last time into you harshly and came inside of you. He groans and whimpers and pulls out. His cum dripped out of you onto the floor. He nuzzles His face on your neck and whimpers. “Me like you.” He says in-between pants.

“like you.” You say back.

Heyyy @cyberzombi3

😝 gimme

honestly i love you all sm lol like omg omg❤️❤️

I have so many random body parts and souls too.

[faeryworlds]

open starter | Lilith Merchant | mutuals only

She was more at the Malfoy manor than she was at her own place. Right now she was once again there with her father, since he dragged her along. Lilith didn't mind as she knows or hopes Draco would be there, her mother and sister stayed at the Merchant manor. All the girl wanted was to make her father proud as she has been such a daddy's girl from the moment she was born. At least that's what her mom always told her. Lucy her younger sister the other hand was more of a mommy's girl. Once arriving at the Malfoy manor, the brunette went straight up the stairs to see if he was in his room. Opening the door and walking inside. Her gaze wandering in the room as clearly he wasn't here.

"Where are you?" She mumbled to herself. Walking out of the room as she was in the hallway looking around. "Who's there?" Lilith said hearing footsteps.

[afortoru]

ceo husband!Toji Zenin x wife!reader

Being a member of the Zenin family Toji has always followed the rules and regulations especially dining table adequates. Eating an adequate amount of food and not being able to ask for more since he doesn't want to gain any unwanted attention while sitting at the family table.

He remembers once when he was a little kid having the family dinner with his parents and other Zenin higher ups and while they were having some starters he dipped his food in sauce which was not served on his plate and oh the hell broke as everyone including the higher ups stared into his soul. It was as if he had done some crime, as if everyone was telling him that how can he be so selfish to think the leftover sauce was all his since now others won't eat it from there even though they wouldn't have.

Wanting to eat from his mom's plate or if he doesn't want to eat something then just giving it to one of his parents was never an option.

That's why Toji avoids family dinner when he grows up as an adult especially with you and his two little sons. He doesn't want his kids to feel the dreadful eyes if they eat while making open mouth sounds or whines on the dinner table.

But being with you he feels so free and careless about those stupid adequate that now since the four of you have come to a restaurant for dinner it's so much easier to eat freely.

When the food arrives and is served to your plates toji and six years old megumi gets their individual plates while your youngest four year old son is sitting on your lap as you feed him little portions as you too eat simultaneously.

At times you look down at Megumi to check if he's eating his food and you'll gently wipe the extra sauce around his mouth. Megumi leans over his dad wanting to be fed from him and toji complies.

"mama, can I have what gumi nissan is eating?", the little one on your lap asks with wide innocent eyes.

"it's the same food baby...", you chuckled and Megumi cut a piece and leaned closer to his little brother to feed him and the little boy oh so happily takes the bite making his nissan feel proud because now Megumi feels like he's just like you.

"gumi? You can't eat that anymore, can you?", you asked looking down at Megumi staring at his plate with his leftovers and you already knew his little tummy was full and he couldn't take in more.

"it's alright I'll eat on your plate", you replied as now Megumi was relieved that there won't be any waste of food from his side.

Toji who has been observing all of this feels like a kid again, like he's allowed to make mistakes and not get those dreadful treatment. He's glad that his kids don't have to experience the stupid adequates instead they can just be kids freely.

"uh...it's alright darling, I'll have it. You eat from the fresh one." He says making you look up at him.

"hmm? Uh alright.", you smiled passing megumi's plate towards toji and Megumi was already serving the food on your plate with his little careful hands. When he was done, he looked up at you with crinkling eyes as if saying mama, I'm learning.

You smiled and pet his head.

Toji moves closer and wraps his arms from the side around his family making you three look up at his sudden gesture. No questions were asked as you know sometimes your husband gets overwhelming love for you three and this big man gotta do something to relieve himself so he attacks you three like this.

Toji then pulled away and smiled to himself as he ate from his son's leftover plate and you couldn't help but chuckle at him.

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