#i've wanted to answer for a couple of days now

[hockeyboistrash]

not a couples costume | n.h

summary: a mistaken couples costume turns into something more

a/n: so I may have gotten a bit carried away with this 🫣 I didn't mean for it to get this far. sorry it's late coming out I've had technical difficulties and work. can we also appreciate how hot nico looks in this gif

“Oh, we’re not a couple.” You said for what felt like the thousandth time tonight. It was truly a coincidence that you and Nico came to this bar dressed up for Halloween in a couples costume. You didn’t even know he would be here tonight let alone wear something that paired well with your costume. The two of you worked in the Devil’s organisation and have only spoken in passing. Whenever you did though, any train of thought would be gone. You wouldn’t be able to focus on your work for the rest of the day, his smile imprinted in your head. God you love his smile. Nico was the same. He always hoped to see you when he was walking into the arena, feeling a little deflated when he didn’t. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You playfully glared at him. To be honest, you could’ve walked away from him by now and gone back to your friends, you probably should’ve, but you didn’t. You let your eyes roam his body from head to toe, from the tight shirt that hugged his muscles in the right places to his hand holding the neck of his beer bottle firmly as he took a swig of his drink. You were unabashedly checking him out. Nico wasn’t complaining though because he was doing the same thing. He loved the way your ass curved perfectly in your costume. 

“I don’t know what you’re on about.” Nico shrugged, smirking as he took a sip of his drink. 

“No one is going to want to hook up with me tonight if the entire bar thinks we’re a couple.” You pointed out. Nico’s grip tightened and his smirk fell. He hated thinking about a pair of hands roaming your body that weren’t his.

“Is that such a bad thing?” He asked. You hadn't realised how close the two of you were sitting until you felt his warm breath against your ear. “I did save you from some sleazy guy earlier.” How could you forget? That’s how you ended up in this position in the first place. Some guy wouldn’t take no for an answer and Nico swooped in, saving you from the interaction. You still remembered how his fingers felt against the bare skin of your hip, the cold making you shiver slightly. You didn’t mind though. In fact you wish it was still there.

You were brought out of this bubble you and Nico were in by a waitress sliding a jug of some colourful cocktail onto your table. “Oh we didn’t order this.” You told her and she just smiled at you.

“It’s the prize for winning the best couple’s costume.” Was all she said before walking away, picking up empty glasses from tables.

“I should really get going.” You groaned, thinking about how bad of a combination the cocktail jug is with work tomorrow.

“We can’t let this go to waste.” Nico said, pushing the drink between you, a straw facing you both. “Besides, are you going to tell coach that you left me to drink this all by myself and that's why I'm severely hungover.” 

Nico pouted slightly, his warm chocolate brown eyes giving you puppy dog eyes. He didn’t want tonight to end. Not yet anyway, afraid that this will be the last time you speak. You weren’t particularly close before tonight. “Fine.” You agreed, feigning annoyance. You weren’t annoyed that much. Sure you wanted to go home so you didn’t feel rough the next day at work but Nico wanting you to stay with him made your stomach do flips. “But this is the last drink.” You said and his pout quickly turned into a grin. It was infectious making your lips twist into a grin.

Nico’s tongue caught the stray straw, having a sip of the colourful concoction in front of you, the image giving you impure thoughts making you clench your thighs. You wondered what else his tongue could do. 

The conversation flowed between you as the jug slowly emptied. Nico talked about his summer in Switzerland, coming second in the world championships. You listened intently as  he spoke about things he loves, his lips tugged into a smile the whole time. You could sit here all night and just listen to him talk. It felt like you were making up for lost time from all those missed conversations you had before tonight. 

“Come on.” Nico said, holding his hand out for you once he stood up. You gave him a questioning look as you put your hand into his, wondering where he was taking you. It wasn’t until you stopped at the dancefloor that it clicked in your head making you giggle.

“If you wanted to dance you could’ve just asked.” You shouted into his ear, the halloween playlist filling the bar making it difficult to be heard. 

“Didn’t know if you would have said yes.” Nico admitted, blush creeping onto his cheeks not that you could tell in the dim light. 

The two of you danced, getting lost in the music. Your bodies were pressed against each other, your ass flush against Nico’s crotch, his hands gripping your hips not wanting to lose you in the crowd or to keep you against him. You welcomed it though. It felt like it was just the two of you in here. Nico pressed soft kisses along your collarbone up to your neck and along your jaw before reaching your lips. You turned around, your hands moving to caress the stubble on his jaw as you deepened the kiss. You could feel Nico’s grip loosen, his fingers lightly sliding down to the curve of your ass. It was then that the fog lifted bringing you back to the reality that you were currently in the middle of the bar making out with Nico. Nico who you work with. 

You moved your head to the side, breaking out of the spell that was cast on you. “We can’t do this.” You sighed, gently pushing Nico away making him frown slightly. “We work together.”

“Technically we work for the same organisation, not together. Besides, no one has to find out. This could be our little secret.” He said, his fingers gently tilting your chin so you were looking back at him. “If you can honestly say you don’t want this we can stop now but I think you want this as much as me.”

You bit your lip, looking at him through your eyelashes. You wish you could say that but you couldn’t because you did want this. You wanted Nico’s big hands caressing your thighs as his lips found your sweet spot. “I want this.” You told him. “I want you.”

That was enough for Nico to grab your hand and drag you out of the bar into the cold New Jersey night. The worries from earlier slipping to the back of your mind as you climbed into the Uber, Nico’s hand resting dangerously high on your thigh.

[procyonloser]

Pt 3

Charlie tentatively held her hand out under the water, as a shrimp came over and began to touch at her fingers, looking for things to clean and eat. She squealed happily, giggling as it walked over her, pulling her hand back in surprise, but quickly putting it back in the water.

"So, you a house husband?" Adam asked, distracting Lucifer from the pride he felt watching his daughter interact with the world.

"I wish!" Lucifer said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "I work four days a week, ten hour shifts. My ex wife does the same, on opposite schedules, so we both get Charlie fully on our days off." Lucifer said, though he knew he got his daughter for a day less than Lilith did, but it's what Charlie wanted. She loved her mom the most, and he tried not to take it personally.

"Still can't take off the ring, though?" Adam asked, and Lucifer startled slightly, looking up at him, then down at the gold ring around his finger. He always meant to, but initially he'd held out hope they'd get back together, but now it just felt strange to be without it.

"It's been...a transition." Lucifer answered, reluctantly.

"When I got divorced, I pulled off my ring and chucked it as far as possible into the ocean." Adam said with a laugh. "Then I realized I'd just thrown away like a thousand dollar ring."

Lucifer winced, but Adam didn't look too bothered, keeping an eye out on Charlie and a couple other kids around the touch pool. One boy went to grab one of the shrimp, and Adam whistled loudly, surprising the little boy.

"Two fingers, kiddo! We do not grab any of the animals, imagine a giant coming to your house and reaching into your bedroom window, and pulling you out of your house. Scary, right?" Adam boomed across the room, and judging by the expression on the boys face, Adam had just created a new nightmare for the child.

"Nemo!" Charlie said, and Lucifer looked down, she'd moved a few feet down to an enclosed tank with clown fish swimming around an anemone.

"Ocellaris Clownfish," Adam said, nodding at the tank. "You know, in Clownfish, the largest most dominant fish becomes the female."

"The ocean is odd," Lucifer commented with a smile.

"I don't know," Adam shrugged. "There's 30 species of Clownfish. Compared to us, we're the odd ones."

"Fair enough," Lucifer felt his face heat up slightly as he smiled at him. "So, when are you turning into a female clownfish? You're the tallest person here."

Adam snickered, "I've already gone the other way once, sorry to disappoint."

Lucifer stumbled over his words, yet again suffering from the worst case of foot in mouth disease anyone had heard of.

"That's okay, I like men too!" Lucifer burst out, and Adam's eyebrows went up, grin spreading across his face.

"You're a weird little guy. Like my own little clown." Adam laughed, and Lucifer felt his heart thump in his chest.

[the-fiction-witch]

Mercy

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aegon Targaryen Couple - Aegon X Reader Reader - Nadi (Maid) Rating - 18+ Semi non con/ non con/ fingering/ nipple play/ breast play/ finger fucking/ eating out/ forced orgasms/ squirting/ pinv Word Count - 2230

Warning - Non Con / Semin Non Con!

Aegon sat beside the fire in his chambers, it had been a long annoying day as usual. In one hand Aegon held a goblet of old-town wine. His other hand on his lap softly rubbing and touching his cock though his pants just giving himself a comforting little play.

The young maid, Nadi, nervously stood in her dress having no choice but to watch him play with himself, as soon as his cup was empty he shook the cup suggestively so she grabbed the wine and filled his cup,

Aegon's fingers continued to caress himself, a sly smile spreading across his face as Nadi approached him with the refilled goblet. His eyes locked onto hers, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. As he took the goblet from her hand she stepped back, Aegon couldn't resist reaching out and gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb grazed against her cheek, “You know... I've been thinking,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

"yes your grace?" She asked trying not to tremble

Aegon chuckled, the sound low and seductive, as he leaned in closer to Nadi. His lips brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Don't call me that,” he whispered, his breath tickling her skin. “My name is Aegon. Say it.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, daring her to disobey him. His fingers still danced across his own groin, the motion hypnotic and tantalizing.

"Yes Aegon." She nodded

Aegon's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his fingers continuing to stroke himself with a gentle, soothing rhythm. “That's better,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Nadi's gaze drifted down to where his hands were moving, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Aegon followed her gaze, his smile growing wider as he watched her reaction. “Would you like to touch me?”

"i- I -” She stuttered,

Aegon's smile faltered for a moment, his expression twisting into a mock-pouting frown. “Oh, come now,” he cooed, his voice laced with playful teasing. “Don't be shy.” He reached out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her closer until they were almost nose-to-nose. “I'm the king,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. he pulled her down by her waist to sit beside him she was blushing and shy but he loved it. “What’s your name little thing?” He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as he savored the scent of her skin.

“Nadi.” she gasped,

“Mmm, you smell lovely Nadi like nice wine,” he whispered, his tongue darting out to lick the tender flesh beneath her earlobe.

Nadi's blush deepened, she seemed frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. Aegon's fingers trailed up her side, tracing the curve of her hip before coming to rest on the swell of her breast.

“Tell me” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. Aegon's hand slipped beneath her dress, his fingers closing around her nipple as he squeezed gently. “Like that?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive.

Nadi's breath caught in her throat, she blushed hard and nodded her hips squirming a little

Aegon's eyes locked onto hers, burning with intensity. Aegon's grip on her nipple tightened, his thumb brushing against the sensitive peak as he teased her, “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice dripping with approval. His other hand set down his wine before sliding up her dress his fingers dipping into the warmth between her legs.

Nadi's hips bucked harder, her body arching towards him as her body sought more contact.

Aegon chuckled, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. “You want more, don't you?” before even giving an answer Aegon forced her legs apart and stroked over her wet folds, while his other hand twisted and tugged her nipple,

"Ughh! Aegon! My king stop please I'll -"

Aegon's fingers stilled, his palm pressing firmly against her clit as he held her in place. His other hand released its hold on her nipple, instead wrapping around her throat in a gentle but firm grasp. “No need to beg, Nadi.” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. His lips brushed against her ear, his fingers beginning to move once more, this time with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left Nadi gasping for air. He pushed two fingers deep inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb making her scream in pleasure,

"Aegon!"

"Fuck- so responsive... Umm I'm starting to like your cute little cunt alot Nadi"

Nadi's eyes went wide, her pupils dilating as she struggled to catch her breath.

Aegon's fingers continued to pump in and out of her, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. “Doesn't it feel good when I touch you there?” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “You're so tight, so wet... I could spend hours inside you, feeling you come apart around my fingers.” His fingers picked up speed, pumping deeper and faster as he watched Nadi's face contort in ecstasy. Aegon's grip on her wrist tightened, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he pulled her closer. His other hand reached up, cupping the back of her head as he drew her in for a kiss.

Their lips crashed together, the force of their collision sending shockwaves through both of them. As they broke apart for air, Aegon's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of her lower lip before delving back into the depths of her mouth.

“I could eat you alive,” he growled moving his hands harder and faster,

"Aegon please please..." she screamed,

“Don't beg,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just let go.” With those words, his fingers plunged deeper into her, rubbing against a spot that made her cry out in delight.

Her body arched off the sofa, her nails digging deep into Aegon's shoulders as she succumbed to the wave of pleasure washing over her. She screamed and squirted on his hand he body trembling as she experienced her first orgasm.

Aegon's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze locked onto the sight of Nadi's release as it coated his hand. He felt a surge of pride and ownership wash over him, knowing that he was the one responsible for unleashing such a powerful climax from her. As she trembled beneath him, Aegon's fingers slowed to a stop, but only for a moment. Then, with a wicked grin spreading across his face, he dipped his head and licked the evidence of her pleasure from his palm. “Mmm... you taste even sweeter than I thought,” he murmured, his tongue tracing the curves of his skin as he savored the flavor of her release.

As Nadi's trembling subsided, Aegon gently released her wrist and sat up, his eyes never leaving hers. He wiped the remaining droplets of her release from his hand onto his pants, a satisfied smile still plastered on his face. “Now, let's see what else you can do.” Aegon tossed a pillow under Nadi's hips, angling her body to give himself better access. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned forward and buried his face between her legs.

she screamed and squealed in overstimulated pleasure as he licked and kissed her folds, her body trembling and shaking aggressively as she begs for mercy

Aegon's tongue danced across her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing through Nadi's body. Her screams and squeals filled the air, echoing off the walls as she bucked and writhed beneath him.

“Mercy...please…” her pleas were barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.

But Aegon showed no signs of relenting. Instead, he intensified his assault, his tongue probing deeper into her folds as he searched out every hidden pleasure point.

she screamed suddenly loudly and lustfuly as she hit her second orgasm, her body trembling even more and squirting down his face

Aegon's eyes widened in surprise, his face glistening with Nadi's release as it poured down his cheeks. He looked up at her, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he watched her ride out the wave of pleasure. he laughed, the sound husky and raw, as he lifted his head and caught a mouthful of her release. Tasting the sweetness of her cum, Aegon's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “You're so bloody beautiful when you cum,” he muttered, his voice dripping with adoration. And then, in a move that left Nadi gasping, Aegon leaned forward and pressed his lips to her clit, sucking hard as he devoured every last drop of her release.

she screamed clawing the sofa and kicking her feet as she screams for mercy after two non stop orgasms

Aegon's mouth remained glued to her clit, his tongue still dancing across her sensitive flesh as he milked every last drop of pleasure from her. Her screams echoed through the room, mingling with the sound of her own ragged breathing as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Mercy...oh god...mercy…” Her pleas were hoarse and desperate, but Aegon showed no signs of slowing down.

Instead, he increased the pressure, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive her towards another peak.

she screamed and pleaded but Aegon cared only to torment her which meant it wasn't long before she had her third orgasm this one so powerful she almost blacked out

Aegon's grip on her clit tightened, his tongue thrusting deep into her folds as he rode out the wave of pleasure with her. Her scream was a distant echo, lost in the vortex of sensation that consumed her entire being. For a moment, time itself seemed to stand still, the world narrowing to a single point of pure ecstasy. And then, like a dark and malevolent force, Aegon withdrew, leaving Nadi shattered and spent on the couch. He sat back his chest heaving with exertion, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he gazed upon her limp form. “Three,” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “It seems you're quite... responsive.

Nadi's chest rose and fell with labored breaths, her body still reeling from the intensity of her orgasms. Aegon's gaze lingered on her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her spent form.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and husky from the exertion, “Now,” he said, his tone dripping with anticipation. Aegon's hand reached out, his fingers closing around Nadi's ankle like a vice. “Don't move,” he warned, his grip tightening as he pulled her towards him. His fingers dug deeper into her skin. Aegon's other hand reached out, his palm slapping against her inner thigh with a loud crack. “Spread your legs,” he growled, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.

Nadi hesitated for a moment, her mind reeling from the sheer brutality of Aegon's demands. But something about his gaze held her in place, kept her frozen in a state of helpless submission. Slowly, she parted her thighs, the cool air whispering past her exposed flesh as Aegon leaned forward, his face inches from her pussy.

Aegon's hot breath washed over her, sending shivers down Nadi's spine as he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring with excitement. His tongue darted out, tracing the crease where her leg met her groin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. “Your scent is intoxicating,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Nadi felt a surge of fear mixed with arousal as Aegon's fingers tightened around her ankle, holding her in place.

“You're going to make me cum again,” he promised, his eyes glinting with a feral light. “And this time, it won't be gentle.” he undid his trousers and without warning he dove himself inside her tight, dripping wet virgin pussy, making her scream. Aegon's hips pistoned forward, driving himself deep into Nadi's resisting flesh.

She screamed, her body arching off the couch as he breached her maidenhead with a brutal ease. Her cry echoed through the room, mingling with the sound of tearing fabric and Aegon's own grunt of satisfaction.

He paused for a moment, his chest heaving with exertion, as he savored the feel of her tight, virgin cunt wrapped around him. Then, with a merciless thrust, he began to fuck her, his cock pounding in and out of her with a rhythmic violence that left Nadi gasping for breath.

She tried to push him away, but Aegon's grip on her ankle was like a vice, holding her in place as he ravaged her. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat that dripped from her brow as she struggled to cope with the sheer ferocity of his assault.

Aegon's pace quickened, his strokes becoming more savage as he rode Nadi hard. Her cries turned to moans, her body tensing in preparation for another climax. But Aegon didn't care - he was too far gone, driven by a primal urge to claim her completely. As he pounded into her, as he felt Nadi's walls clenching around him, With a roar of triumph, Aegon plunged deeper into Nadi's depths, feeling the familiar rush of heat as she orgasmed for the fourth time clenching around him driving him to his own burying his seed deep inside her.

“Fuck! Fuck…. Fuuuuck…” He groaned,

Nadi was left crying, trembling, soaked in sweat and sexual fluids. Gasping despeately trying not to pass out,

“You Nadi… are a very good little toy. I think I’ll keep you,” he growled leaning down to capture her in a forceful kiss. 

[yoonia]

Hello^^

This is your annual (monthly) psa from little old me.

I'm sorry for being MIA. I had a ton of fun with my birthday bash event on October and I love that I ended up writing a couple of new pieces at the end aside from giving you guys some lovely moodboards to enjoy, which was a blast.

Unfortunately, on the final days of October, I started getting an allergy reaction from some of my meds, which led to me getting a weird skin infection appearing on my right arm and with a terrible inflammation on my upper arm. I also experienced a symptom similar to carpal tunnel syndrome which I got from hours of designing and drawing for work during the day and playing with canva and photoshop and writing on my computer at night, so I had to take a long break as soon as I finished my event and November came around.

To top it all, I think I'm a bit burnt out. I've been releasing a ton of things since August, and my mind (and I guess, my body) is asking for a break. I've been taking some time off from the internet and Tumblr because of this and have been focusing on recovering (bc your girl has bills to pay and I can't draw anything with this arm *sobs*).

I'm still recovering right now, with my arm still sore and hurting, but I'm slowly getting back to writing and creating some stuff again as I'm doing NaNoWriMo independently (without the site). Here's where we are at so far:

— Nefarious, that was planned to be released at the end of October, is about halfway done. I'm currently focusing on this one to release as soon as I'm done with it (because this won't be the last instalment from In Motion and I want to get the other out on December). Thanks to my break, I was able to open the draft with fresh eyes and...hated at least most of the things I wrote last month lol. so I'm in the middle of rewriting this and I can say that I'm making better progress with this so far.

— Carousel is still on rewriting process, with its weekly update continuing on Wattpad starting this month.

— The Bedroom Hymns is also on progress. I can only write for an hour or two each day due to my condition, so progress has been slow, but we're getting somewhere. I think I can release the new chapter right after Nefarious is released.

— Ever A Never After is continuing. Again, it's a slow progress, and I might release it sooner on Wattpad as small chapters if it comes down to it.

— I have a surprise project to release soon. I'm not sure when it's coming, but I'll be announcing it when I'm ready :)

That's all for now. Thank you for your patience and for making things fun for me back in October that you've given my a lot of motivation to write some new fics. I have a couple of messages waiting for me in my inbox which I'll be answering as soon as I'm available (again).

Be back soon! Take care, lovelies <333

xoxo, Dia

[burningcheese-merchant]

"I'm Sorry" - BurningCheese Short #9

Gonna be traveling somewhere soon, probably won't be back here for a few days. Wanted to leave you all with a story before I go. (I wrote it sometime ago, I've just been waiting for a good time to drop it. I guess now will do haha)

Plan on answering asks and posting BurningCheese kids when I get back (I have almost 100 asks in my inbox and I feel really bad for leaving them there. I'm genuinely sorry to you all, I actually am reading what you send me, I promise I won't leave you hanging forever. I answered a couple today and I'll keep it up soon). In the meantime, eat this short story where we see our favorite couple take an important step together, and Burning Spice take an important step himself

"I'm sorry."

Golden Cheese blinked. "I... Pardon?"

"I'm sorry," Burning Spice said again.

"You're sorry?" she echoed. "Sorry for... what?"

He paused for a long while before he answered. "For Beast-Yeast."

"For Beast-Yeast?" Slowly, she turned to face him, eyeing him critically. "And where is this coming from, exactly?"

"Why does it matter?" Burning Spice asked, keeping his gaze trained on the bustling city far below. "I am sorry. That is all I have to say."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "And... what? You think that means anything? You think one, single apology will change the past? You think it's enough to atone for all of your heinous crimes?"

"No."

"Then what audacity is this? Why even say it?"

"Because I want to," he said. "It's as simple as that."

Another long pause, longer than the last, came and went before Golden Cheese spoke up again. "Why should I even believe you when you say such words?" she asked. "What reason do I have to think you're being sincere?"

"Someone such as I saying it at all ought to be reason enough. You think I'd ever utter something so soft and pathetic to anyone else, for any reason? Even under penalty of death?"

"...Hmph."

A third pause came - shorter than the first two, because Golden Cheese couldn't bring herself to wait any longer than that.

"And what makes you think I forgive you? Or that I would ever even consider doing so?"

"You allowed me into your kingdom," he said, still refusing to look at her. "Into your palace, even. Here we stand together, watching your subjects from afar. You snuck me in so no one would see or notice me. Perhaps you don't forgive me at all... but you've let go enough that you've allowed yourself to do this much. Haven't you?"

"I..."

The fourth pause made itself known, hanging over the two of them as they stared down into the busy streets of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. It showed itself out when, at last, Burning Spice turned to look at Golden Cheese.

"I'm sorry," he told her one more time. His voice was soft. Quiet. In his eyes and on his face were emotions that only he himself would know how to read.

Golden Cheese looked right back at him, her eyebrows knit and mouth set in a slight frown. She said nothing, instead only nodding slowly, tentatively - unsure of how to acknowledge him, but willing to do so nevertheless.

When the fifth pause came, it weighed down on them both terribly, though who felt its burden worse was hard to tell. The silence was thick, tense, awkward. Granting cover to all the words Golden Cheese couldn't bring herself to say. Making up for all the words Burning Spice didn't have left to give.

Everlasting, like the city bathed in gold and neon lights waiting beyond the balcony railing and stretching on endlessly into the horizon.

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I will let you all decide for yourselves what led to this moment, and what happened afterwards.

[bunnyboy-juice]

oughghghhghghhhhhgh (vent)

[shima-draws]

Currently in my banging my head against the wall phase. Hope you all are well 🥰

[sycopomp]

Barula and Pich? 👁

HELLO MY DEAR ROANOAKS, ALWAYS LOVELY TO SEE YOU IN MY INBOX <33

YES!! Barula and Pich are characters that @rainboopz and I have, in her setting of "The Sea King's Mermaid"! It's an Asian fantasy set unda da sea 🎶 and she's actually going to be publishing a website on it soon so everyone can learn more about the world and lore!! 👀

But for Bich specifically, these two have become just. two of our favorite bastards. And bastards they are-- irredeemable, absolute, bastards.

Barula is General of the North Sea, and Pich is General of the West Sea. Illicit affairs with your enemy? Oh my. It's more of an "enemies with benefits" situation going on, but they're also pretty friendly when their seas aren't actively at each other's throats (and even sometimes when they are lmAO). They swap notes on interrogation techniques, boast about victories, gossip like a pair of old grannies, and in general make themselves a pain in everyone else's asses.

Neither of the other Generals really like them-- of course Barula hates Chihaya, considering they're a shark, though their general demeanor and personality grates on his nerves as well. He did manage to take one of their teeth after an unfortunate… accident… led to Chihaya going into a blood frenzy-- which Barula was quick to put an end to, and he sure as shit never lets anyone forget that he bested a crazed shark General.

On the flip side, he doesn't mind Minseok… but he is salty that he's never bested the guy in any of their spars. He's General of the South, which Barula mostly considers a joke since all they really do is party. How the hell does a leafy seeahorse of all things, from the happy-go-lucky kingdom of all places, defeat him? General of the North, the most battle-hungry and warmongering kingdom in the seas, infamous even in his own right for being one of the most formidable warriors in the history of the four kingdoms. What the fuck!!

We haven't done as much on the Advisors of the four seas, but the North Sea Advisor, Hoaxuan, is also mine and they Do Not Get Along. But Hoaxuan doesn't get along with anyone in the North. (Wonder why...)

As you could probably tell, Barula is mine, so I can talk for him about hoouuuuurs. He's a striped dolphin with a hate-on for sharks, he's way smarter than anyone assumes from such a brute, and he shamelessly takes advantage of the privilege and authority afforded to him by his position. He worked damn fucking hard to reach the top, and like hell he isn't going to enjoy it to the absolute limit. His Emperor couldn't give less of a fuck either; Ganbold is a temperamental, stubborn, self-righteous old lung that, if anything, encourages Barula's abuses of power-- so long as it serves to strengthen the North (or at least its image). I mean, the Emperor himself doesn't seem to care much for doing shit by the book, so why the hell would Barula? (They're a hell of a pair tbh, enabling back and forth lmAO.) However, their closer relationship doesn't mean Barula is blind to Ganbold's flaws, and even he gets fed up with those divine temper tantrums. But part of his job is shutting up and obeying, and he doesn't really care about the motivations behind being sicced on someone by his Emperor, hehehe.

I have a playlist for Barula, appropriately titled "Barulastard," with such songs as "Animals (Cover)" by Living in Fiction, "Animal in Me" by Solence, "Move Your Body" by My Darkest Days, "Detonate" by Black Math, "Between Breaths" by Blaqk Audio, and "Limbo" by Freddie Dredd. It's about the vibes, man.

You can learn more about Barula on my Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/21387196.barula

And Pich's Toyhouse is over here: https://toyhou.se/12707449.pich They have a lot of wickedsauce art by Rain, so plsplspls go check them out I'm not normal about them I love them.

(They'll both be getting updated bios for the website to keep all the TSKM bios uniform too, so look forward to that hehe.)

If you have any other questions about (or for) Barula, pls send 'em my way because he's my favorite bastard. (Or Minseok! He's also mine, tho he is not a bastard. His bio is a WIP but we just did some work on his lore recently and I'm sooooo in love with him rn.)

[brutalmasks]

ahh... just thinking about how one of the first things that bunny mask did whenever she was liberated from her cave was search for her quote unquote ' creator, ' as she would put it. and whenever bunny found no one to speak of that fulfilled that role for her, the emptiness that she felt inside was immeasurable, for lack of better words. because although she is able to make friends with people quite quickly depending on the other person and i could very much imagine her becoming a parental figure to a child; it just makes her feel a little bit like maybe she wasn't worthy of being given one and like she's got a void inside of her heart that she just can't fill. because in bunny mask's mind, whenever you aren't able to fall back on friends for whatever the reason may be, that is where your parent/s step in and the fact that she doesn't seem to have any... means that she's got to hold onto them twice as hard. because if they leave her, then bunny mask thinks that she'll be without any sort of support system, including even tyler because he was her friend first before they were on-and-off again lovers.

and the last thing that bunny mask wants to be is alone. though she is exactly the type of being to put on a brave face in front of people, no matter what she may be going through, bunny mask honestly was so starved for interaction after all of those centuries that she spent in the cave below the fosters home that these bonds that she's made with people since then — they mean a hell of a lot to her and she sort of subconsciously is exceedingly loyal to them out of fear that they may decide one day that they don't like her anymore, as there isn't something that she can give them that they can't find somewhere else; if that makes any sense. i guess basically what i'm trying to say is that, under the surface, bunny mask is somewhat insecure in her relationships and if she doesn't offer them something valuable like loyalty then she thinks they might not want to stick around with her. so, in a way, bunny mask is always thinking of ways that she can make her friends life better not only because she wants to but to ensure that they are getting something in return for their investment in her as a friend.

which, i realize is a kind of sad way to have to view friendship, but bunny mask had already been a loyal being before this mindset had taken effect in her mind, i guess you could say. i mean bunny will literally defend those who she loves with such a fervor that if one of her friends had done something bad that her first impulse would be to deny that they had and then, if/when it had been confirmed, she would literally just deflate like a balloon because bunny mask may or may not have a tendency to sometimes put those she likes on a pedestal; so whenever the illusion of them being able to 'do no wrong' in her eyes is finally broken... bunny wouldn't even be mad at them for a little while. depending on the severity of what they'd done, she'd either just become disappointed in them, or completely disheartened by it and would still not want to believe it to a certain degree. but bunny mask certainly wouldn't do this forever as she is aware that other beings can be morally dubious and/or capable of doing evil things, of course. it's just that, even when she platonically loves someone, she loves them with all of her heart often times and so it seems to effect her heavily if it is particularly criminal or wrong.

and don't get me wrong, bunny mask would still go after someone even if they were a friend of hers once upon a time if they had committed a crime / some kind of heinous act because that is what she is convinced her purpose is on this earth. bunny will just be simultaneously heartbroken at them AND then become angry later that they had done such a thing. whichhh could be quite bad news for the now ex-friend or whoever they might've been to her NGL because an angry bunny mask is bad enough BUT a heartbroken and angry bunny mask? you better start running, because she would be liable to turn you into a shish-kabob or something JSJSJ 💀 nahhh, i'm only halfway being serious here LOL but honestly, if there is any way that you can avoid attracting bunny's ire, then i would totally suggest it because uhhh. breaking her heart does tend to make her more aggressive when she's 'hunting' someone

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

Aspect of Order: Primordial & Present-Day

One of the first deities, part of what is known as the Primordial Triad. It created the planes alongside the Aspects of Chaos and the In-Between and held dominion over the Material Plane. It embodied order in the way nature has order: the life cycle, gravity, the tides, the surety that the seasons will change, the patterns that appear in flora and fauna alike, the symmetry of pinecones and butterflies. It was associated with the night as a time of quiet preparation where the world rests, and when one can see the remains of creation in the darkened sky. It is said that the two moons of the Material Plane are its eyes, watching over its creations.

All three members of the Primordial Triad are referred to with "it", so ancient and unfathomable that applying a mortal, transient concept of gender to them seemed almost blasphemous.

Almost.

The modern-day conception of Order is quite different. Though she still reigns over the night and natural laws, her followers have placed her at the forefront of the creation process, reducing the In-Between's role and rejecting Chaos altogether. Though most present-day cultures think of her in this way, many of them do not emphasize her: she is an invisible Over-God, keeping the other deities and forces in line and maintaining cosmic balance from behind the scenes. In places where she is worshipped heavily, however, she is placed at the forefront of the pantheon. In those cases, worship of deities with overlapping domains is either illegal (ex local gods of justice) or considered secondary to her (ex the god of the Wilds). The worship of smaller, local deities is usually discouraged or suppressed over-all in these areas in order to encourage a more structured, uniform religious practice. While both aspects of Order championed paladins, Primordial Order also championed druids and rangers while Modern Order champions clerics.

Ancient theologians debated whether or not Order and Chaos were two aspects of the same being (ironically, there was no question that the In-Between was its own separate force). However, following the iconoclasm that effectively forced Chaos out of the pantheon and created the modern conception of Order, such lines of thought were considered heretical, and then blasphemous.

The iconoclasm did have an unintended consequence, however. Crying motifs appeared in some art of Primordial Order around that time, particularly in the areas that resisted the iconoclasts more intensely. Some scholars believe that it may have been a direct reaction to the event: Order mourning the loss of its counterpart. Others have argued, however, that the lack of such motifs (or equivalents) in depictions of the In-Between prove this wrong. After all, why would it not also be grieving?

[zemnarihah]

my best friend has been very distant w me lately and i asked today if she wanted to hang out and she said she probably couldn't bc it's her brothers birthday but she would let me know if she could and i have her location and i just looked and she's at her boyfriends house rn....

[pynkhues]

Work is so boring. I’ve been in this meeting for less than five minutes and am completely unable to engage. Any advice on how to find a job you love if you’re a person with no talents/interests?

I highly doubt you have no talents or interests, anon, but I'm sorry that your work is disengaging you.

I actually think it's less important to find a job that you love than it is to find a job that you find personally satisfying or rewarding with a healthy workplace culture. While jobs are where we spend a lot of our time, they don't need to be parts of our identity beyond what we do to pay our bills, and the concept of 'work a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life' is one I find inherently problematic. I've worked jobs I've loved before, and they've tended to be the ones that have been the hardest work, have the most toxic work environments and caused me the most personal strain.

My current day job is at a children's participatory theatre company, and it's one that's been really good for me. It's got a terrific workplace culture with a great wellbeing program, flexible hours, a supportive team and a mission statement I believe in (that all children have the right to experience and be empowered by art). The work I do there isn't work I love doing by any stretch of the imagination, but it's work I understand the importance of, and work I feel valued doing, and that combined with the great workplace culture makes it a really good fit for me right now.

In that sense, I'd suggest maybe starting with an idea of what environment you'd like to work in as opposed to what job you'd like to do. What's important to you? Do you want to work in an environment outdoors, on the go, or in an office? What do you think you'd like in a workplace culture (I know for me, given I freelance and am an author as well, flexibility is really important to me, as is a focus on arts and culture)? What values do you like in an organisation? And what's important to you in terms of your own values and needs? There's nothing wrong with taking a job for the money - I've certainly done it before - but it's also sometimes a compromise in terms of pay versus values, and that's something to consider as well. I earn less than I have previously at the theatre I work at, for instance, but I've supplemented my income with writing and prefer the healthier workplace environment.

Your personal interests don't necessarily need to be centred when you're looking at career pathways, I guess is what I'm saying, and if you have the freedom to choose, looking at bigger picture elements instead of focusing on likes and dislikes can really help you map out a way forwards. Hope this is a help!

[schoolhater]

answering a couple questions i got on this post since i realized ppl genuinely wanna know:

tl;dr:

israel lets very, very little aid get into gaza. even the UN can't get in as much as they want to. funding individual families, gazan led initiatives, and mutual aid collectives operating out of gaza ensures gazans can provide for themselves and pay for the extremely expensive aid that is available.

with all the civil infrastructure destroyed by israel, the situation on the ground has devolved into unrestricted capitalism, driving up the price of aid (that should be free!). this makes it more urgent for people to have funding for daily survival.

the post linked above has examples of how donating to individual families can help a lot. if you want to help more than one family at a time, there are many gazan-led initiatives focusing on rebuilding their infrastructure and distributing aid fairly that are worth donating to instead of large charities that already get the majority of donations.

as i mentioned in the last post: @/careforgaza on twitter is a nonprofit started by gazans, it's been endorsed by multiple palestinian journalists.

the sameer project is a collective organized by diaspora palestinians offering emergency shelter to gazans.

ele elna elak is a project aiming to bring water, food, shelter, etc. to gazans and has been promoted by bisan owda.

and the municipality of gaza itself is fundraising to rebuild water infrastructure.

all of these organizations are active inside gaza right now and are being run by gazans. if anyone knows of other gazan-led mutual aid projects, nonprofits or charities feel free to link them in the notes! hope this helped!

long answers under the cut!

if you wanna donate to a charity that's absolutely fine, but the thing is most charities (and even the UN!) are unable to make it into gaza in the first place, leaving aid rotting at the egyptian side of the border or subject to israeli settler attacks

not to mention, charities and nonprofits also maintain a paternalistic colonial relationship with the indigenous people they are trying to help, determining what aid they need for them instead of returning power to them and letting them make their own choices

i'm not here to say that one option is better than the other, just that they achieve different things and are equally legitimate. there's an attitude among people who question the legitimacy of these gofundme campaigns that somehow the people promoting them are telling them not to donate to charities. nobody is stopping you from donating to charities. we are just asking that you do not dehumanize the very real gazans in your inbox just because their method of asking for aid is more direct and risky.

unfortunately that's exactly what has happened. because israel destroyed all of gaza's more formalized infrastructure, it seems that organized crime and rampant inflation has taken its place. aid is supposed to be free, but in order to save for evacuation or the cost of living, people have started selling them at an inflated price. and aid that is truly free attracts intense, large crowds that are dangerous to navigate.

this was posted on abc a few days ago

it's pure, unrestrained capitalism. i've had multiple palestinians describe this situation to me confidence. that's why everything's so expensive now. why people have to rent out tiny plots of land for their tents to sit on, why my friend @siraj2024 still has to buy tarps to cover the broken windows of the overpriced bombed out apartment he rented, and why a bag of flour can cost a thousand bucks in the north.

even before israel closed and then bombed the rafah crossing, the egyptian hala travel agency was only allowing people to cross the border if they paid a hefty $5000 USD per adult / $2500 USD per child bribe. it denies doing this, but the hundreds of stories from palestinians say otherwise.

with regard to the economy, here in america we saw something similar happen in the wake of hurricane helene and milton. the podcaster margaret killjoy describes how she saw dual economies rise after asheville was fully cut off from the rest of the country - some people offered each other supplies for free in a sort of mutual aid honor system, and some people required payment when they lent supplies because they themselves needed to buy stuff for their families. these dual economies exist in gaza too. and this means they all still need money to survive.

[mortalityplays]

talking about impenetrable accents/dialect just reminded me. when I was in Milan a couple of years back I was staying in this little rathole hotel and I had the biggest fucking migraine, so I was like non c'è problema I'll just go buy painkillers. of course every pharmacy on the map in a three block radius was closed, so my stupid ass just starts wandering around trying to figure out on the fly if you can get OTC from supermarkets in italy.

I walk into this little everything store (to my foreign eyes the kind of place that back home could sell you a bunch of carrots, a 6-pack of beer, pantyhose, bleach and a screwdriver set) and I see some household basics in the back but not what I need. with the confidence of a person who is only in the city for 3 days because he got bored and packed a bag and booked the cheapest flight available the week before (<= MENTAL ILLNESS), I was like no worries I know some italian, I can just ask.

I grab a bottle of water, walk up to the counter, and I'm like Ciao, hai il paracetamolo? And the guy is like che, and I'm like paracetamolo. Per la mia testa. And he's like che?

This is where I would have said 'aspirina' except I can't take aspirin for medical reasons, or 'antidolorifico' except I don't know that word and I've got no phone data for google translate and also I'm stupid. So in my fucked up leith-glasgow-italian accent I'm like paaa-ra-cetta-mollll-ooo. He's like ohhh bene, bene, and he calls another guy out of the back and asks him to go get something. Other guy then walks out of the store into the street, and before I can be like hey, che la fuck, he comes back and hands me a huge bundle of herbs.

At this point I'm like okay this entire interaction has been a bust, but these guys have been very nice and patient and they're both smiling happily at me because they've been of service, so I'm like ahh perfetto, grazie, pay them a couple of euros and leave.

EVENTUALLY I find a pharmacy that's open, and my head is fucking killing me, and my phone still isn't connecting, and now I have this small shrubbery poking out of my coat pocket, so I don't even bother looking around the shelves. I just walk straight to the counter and I'm like uhh ciao, scusi. And hearing my nightmare of an accent the guy answers in english and I'm like thank christ, do you please have paracetamol. Not aspirin, I can't take aspirin. And he's like yeah yeah hold on, goes into the back, comes out with what I need.

Only when he comes out he gives me this look, and then he starts laughing. And then he pretends he's not laughing and rings me up and I pay, and as I'm leaving I can see him losing it. But I don't care, my head is going to explode, I'm going back to the rathole to close the blinds and fall comatose for four hours.

When I get back to my hotel room I take off my coat and remember the huge bouquet of herbs in my pocket. They smell amazing, and I'm like I'm pretty sure this is parsley in which case I can just get some tomatoes and mozzarella later and make it work. but since I have no idea what that interaction was, I want to make sure. I bring out my phone to get a visual reference of what parsley leaves look like, and because I was using it for google translate earlier I put 'parsley' in the wrong box like a dope and translate it to italian.

prezzemolo

I wish I could have been the pharmacist in the moment he looked at my tired pissed off anglophone ass, heard me say 'paracetamol' in my fucked up accent, and turned around saw what was in my pocket. I'd have lost my shit too.

[stellardeer]

TL;DR - How would you kick someone out of your house without involving police? and Should you?

My no-note blog is probably not the best place to ask this question, but maybe someone will come along and answer, who knows.

So in the ideal circumstance that we abolish the police, I've been wondering about a specific scenario. Say there is a person in your home, for whatever reason, who has no legal right to be there, and you do not want them there (again, for whatever reason) but they refuse to leave and you want to forcibly remove them from your home.

Most people nowadays would threaten to call the cops on them, and usually that alone is enough to get people to leave. I've never actually had this problem myself, but I've known numerous people who've talked about these kinds of situations (and coincidentally they were all middle class, if that tells you anything...) I, personally, would think twice (or a million times) about calling the cops on someone, especially if the person in question is particularly vulnerable to police brutality. So, even if the police aren't abolished, I still want to know the proper alternative to handle this kind of situation.

I'm a pretty weak, easily overpowered person, so my first instinct would be to like.. call someone I know or go get a strong neighbor or something to help me get this person off of my property.

I know that the specifics of the situation also play a key role here, too, on how to handle it. Like, if the person is reasonable, I would hope that just telling them to leave would get them to go - easy enough. But if they refuse to move.. what do I even do? If it's someone that I know very well, I might think to take a break and just walk away from them and hope we can sort things out once we've calmed down. If it's someone that I don't know very well, though, (not even necessarily an intruder, but just say someone who is overstaying their welcome) and especially if tensions are not even high, I wouldn't really know what to do. Some states even have squatters rights, so like.. sometimes you literally CAN'T do anything about this person being in your home, and in some cases they can even get you kicked out. I think it's kind of obvious that if the person clearly has violent intentions towards me, then I have a right to defend myself, but again, I am not going to be able to do that by myself, and I don't know what the legalities are around asking for help from another citizen, i.e. not a cop, if someone means to do you harm?

And what if you do ask for help and your helper ends up injuring the person in the process of trying to get them out?? I'd imagine it's still better than calling a cop, and risking getting a life-ruining criminal record, or worse, shot and killed. But I'd also imagine there could be grounds for them to sue if they get injured by the helper since the helper is not a professional of any kind and not protected in anyway. Only some states have protections against self defense anyway, and I don't know if it even counts if you invited the person into your home willingly and they weren't being violent to begin with. Like.. if they person is just stubbornly standing there and then your burly neighbor puts hands on them first, I don't think that even counts as self defense for the homeowner? At that point if the person fights back then they have a case for self-defense.

And I don't know what the leftist attitude is towards personal property like that anyway, like should we even have a right to our own home? I don't know the leftist view on that, I get the idea that individualism is not the move, but like.. do we still have our own personal space? Space that we are allowed to bar others from entering? Even if that space extends to the entirety of a 2-bedroom home? I'm asking sincerely, because I really haven't read enough socialist theory, so I don't know what the opinions are on home ownership in general. Like in an ideal society, would we supposedly just allow the person to stay for as long as they like, as long as they aren't hurting anything? That's another part of it, like what if they aren't doing any harm but I still don't want them there? Am I wrong for wanting them to leave, even if I don't know them? Supposing even if they are an intruder, if they haven't stolen anything or hurt me or my animals, but they just... won't leave, should I even be mad about that?

But again, forget an ideal society, let's take it back to reality, assuming that I live in the US and the laws are exactly the same as they are in this moment, police are not abolished, but I am choosing to not involve the police in this matter... what is the right thing to do???? Should I just resolve myself to accept that this person lives with me now?? I don't even live in a state with squatters rights, so I don't legally have to, but.. should I? (more thoughts and anecdotes if the tags if you feel like reading)

[carebearbussy]

𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 & 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩

ᥫ᭡ 𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝… 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨.

ᥫ᭡ 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙧𝙖! 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ᥫ᭡ 𝙘𝙬: 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 <3

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𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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Your cravings have been going wild.

Ever since you had fallen pregnant by an absolute gargantuan of a man, you are forced to carry twice the amount of nutrients and food stored in your body. The local doctors had recommended that your usual meals be doubled in size, in order to support the extra weight it carried by having a child under Sukuna. And even Sukuna had chimed in, adding that maybe his diet would work for you. But you quickly declined the offer, taking into consideration the life growing inside of you. You did not want your child to grow up to be a cannibalistic monster, much like his father.

But your food choices have been much more bizarre as of lately. Things ranging from huge one course meals that could feed a family of 7, pickled everything, anything covered in cheese, and any regular foods you ate had to be made a specific way, or served in larger portions. Which is why you had decided to wake Sukuna up in the middle of the night, one of the cravings you had pondered on being at the top of your to do list.

Every now and then, your cravings would get really bad. To the point where it was now everybody else's problem. But you truly couldn't help it.

"Kuna, 'Kuna wake up!" You whispered, as you lay spooned beside him. You shook his body from behind you as you spoke, making sure he could hear you. You felt him stretch awake with a low groan, letting you free of his grasp. "Are you awake? Its important..." you ask, awaiting a response out of him. And to your avail, he is awake, but not with the attitude you were initially hoping for. He seemed annoyed that his rest had been interrupted, but those concerns were to be put to rest, as you stepped out of bed, sliding your slippers on by the edge of the bed. He looks at your standing form with half lidded eyes, clearly making the first of many signals of his annoyance with you at the moment.

"What is so important that you wake me from my rest, woman? Im giving you six seconds to speak." He says, as he props himself upwards, sitting at the edge of the bed. With you standing near him, he seizes your hips with his lower set of hands, forcing you into his proximity. "I'm not waiting all day." He ushers you on to speak, but as you think about his possible answer, you start to rethink telling him what you truly want. You look away, clearly starting to get nervous with the attention. But as you do, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look down at him, as he searches for answers. "Go on."

"Well... i've been having cravings lately, and I wanted to know if maybe the kitchen could make me something..." You say, fiddling with your thumbs, as you feel your stomach start to growl lowly. He looks down at your stomach, as you quietly protest his decision to be made. He closes his eyes for a couple seconds, before responding.

"If this is what you really need, then I will indulge this once, brat." He says with a low sigh, as he lets go of his hold on your waist, getting up from his spot on the bed. You look up at him eagerly, silently squealing to yourself as you jump up and down slightly. You wrap your arms around your husbands neck, as you reach up on your tiptoes to pepper kisses all over his defined face. He looks down at your cheerful form, looking unaffected by the attention you give him, but deep down is smiling on the inside. He knows that as long as you stay his sweet, happy wife, then he can get a good nights rest after this.

He picks you up by the back of your thighs, as you are lifted off the ground what seems suddenly. He hoists you on his left side, one hand holding your ass up, the other acting as a back rest. Letting yourself be carried, he opens the door with his right hand, walking into the large hallway to your favorite place since becoming pregnant, the kitchen.

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It seemed as if you had started a national crisis.

With the way you had Uraume, as well as a team of the estates chefs working like dogs in the kitchen. All that could be heard from the upper left wing of the estate was the clinking and clanging of pots and pans, as well as chefs scurrying to prepare the food you had requested. Because it was well known that any request of yours, was to be taken as seriously as if it were from Sukuna.

Uraume seemed to be the only calm one, with them being used to your shenanigans. They were the head of the kitchen, as they lead all of the preparations for the 'big feast', as they like to call it. That big feast being for your pregnant self, of course.

As the kitchen was torn shred by shred trying to prepare you the perfect dish, you stood by the entrance and watched, one hand on your stomach. Standing besides you was Sukuna, with lower arms crossed, as his upper arms conducted the kitchen staff with whats right and wrong. Your eyes lit up with excitement, as you watched all of these people cater to your needs.

"Kuna, how about... chocolate filled dumplings?" You asked, looking up at your focused husband. He was busy keeping an eye on everything, making sure not to mess up your multiple requests you had made in the past twenty minutes. He looks at you with upper set of eyes, his lower ones hyper focused on the kitchen staff.

"That sounds disgusting. But if that is what you wish, so be it." He tells you, scoffing at all of the ridiculous things you had said so far. He then watches as Uraume heads your way, a silver platter in hand, holding what seemed to be at least thirty pieces of bacon, covered in chocolate and sea salt. To any sane person, this would look downright vile. But to you? Sukuna watched as your mouth practically dropped. You squealed in excitement, looking at the dish in hand. "Please enjoy, my lady." Uraume says, still holding out the dish to you as you happily devour it.

But you pause as you look over at Sukuna, still looking down at you. And thats when a lightbulb flicks in your head. You grab a piece of bacon from the tray, as you step in front of Sukuna. He looks down at you, wondering what you're up to, when you reach up on your tippy toes to try and pry open his mouth. "Pleaseeee try it!" You say, pouting your lips, still trying to open his mouth with your fingers. He looks down at you as he furrows his eyebrows, curling his lip upwards. "No, that is repulsive."

Your pout lowers into a full frown, your eyes glossy with the want for him to try what you are offering him. He rolls his eyes, as he picks up the piece of bacon you are holding with two fingers. He looks at it, as he scoffs, swallowing it in one go. "See! Its good right?" You ask him, a smile crossing your face. He looks at you with a 'are you serious?' look, before ruffling your hair, amused with how happy you were that he divulged you.

"It was horrible. Never again are you going to make me do these kinds of things for you, brat."

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