#it's fine. it's got a point but not a very deep one.

[slvttyplum]

being roomies with a guy wasn’t what you had in mind, but what could you do when he was the only one offering the deal you wanted?

a bright smile on his face as he folds his arms over his chest, leaning against the marble counter, his eyes trailing your body.

“of course i can do that for you; don’t worry about paying a deposit; i got you.”

and with that, you were eight months deep into rooming with suguru, only catching each other for a couple of minutes every other day.

“what’s up? you hungry?” his hair tied in a messy bun with his shirt off and his pajama pants hanging low.

ugh… put some clothes on.

offering you dinner every time you came into the kitchen, his eyes dropping to your ass when you passed through to get to the pantry.

he didn’t know why, but he just couldn’t stop looking at you every time he got the chance; you were his type to a T.

suguru thought that was all it was ever going to be, just looking at you and exchanging a few words before you left the apartment or went into your room.

until he heard something, something he was never meant to hear.

when you did your “activities,” you made sure to be respectful; sometimes it even felt weird to do it when someone else was in the house, but you had needs. keeping it quiet, not risking a peep slipping through.

this time you got a little bit too carried away, but you just couldn’t stop. one hand working in between your thighs, your fingers pumping in and out of you at a good steady rhythm, while the other rubbed over your body, and suguru was there to hear it all.

suguru slowly walked to your bedroom door, leaning against the wall by it with his arms folded, red smeared all over his face as his heart raced, the sound pounding in his ears.

the walls were thin, the only downside of this place, but suguru found himself smiling at the fact he could hear you.

trying to imagine what position you were in, if you were using your fingers or a toy, the lewd faces you were doing, if you were building a sweat at this point, questions flying through his head.

he felt like a creep listening in just a few feet away, which he totally was, but your voice was keeping him there.

suguru loves your voice; it sent tingles down his spine every time you would speak, even if it was just a single "no, thank you." when asking you if you wanted dinner.

it was so soothing, so soothing, in fact, that he would purposely prolong the small talk just to hear your voice bounce off the walls of the apartment, his mouth salivating while he listened to you.

keep going, please.

your moans weren’t loud, but they could be heard; they were very distinct, but he could still make out your sweet voice, and that turned him on more than it should have.

unfolding his arms and grabbing for your door handle, if he had to listen to your moans for another minute, he was going to combust; he was going to go fucking insane.

sliding his hand off the handle and putting a knuckle to the door, calling your name as he knocked lightly, loud enough for you to hear.

“… i cooked; did you want anything?”

his eyes slowly looking over to the kitchen that was lightly lit, closing his eyes trying to come up with another excuse, while you quickly scattered, licking your fingers and throwing on the shorts beside your bed.

fast walking to your door and opening it, a bright smile on your face, trying to act normal.

"im fine, suguru; i already ate." your eyes sliding from his beautiful face to his body, once again shirtless with pajama pants hanging low, showing his v-line, but something else caught your eye.

suguru mirrored you, sliding his eyes over your figure and your disheveled look, feeling his dick growing more, his cheeks flushing as he slowly puts his hand over his bulge, making eye contact with you.

a lump was caught in his throat, his chest rising and falling so fast like he just came back from a run.

he needed you, or he was going to go fucking insane.

"do you want to fuck?"

[vmlnrzmp4]

𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳.

cw: hurt/comfort

itoshi sae

after a long day of father-daughter date at the mall full of "papa, i wan' this!" "papa, i wan' that!"—little natsuki got every toy she pointed at. and who was sae to deny his little princess?

you showered your daughter with your kissys as they got back home, her chuckling at the ticklish impact on her chubby face, "ma, look! papa got me all this!"

your eyes widen in horror as you see sae carrying two large bag in his hands that hardly held the tea party kit, barbie dress up kit, pretty pink princess dresses and what not.

"itoshi sae," you said sternly, "what did we talk about spoiling her too much?"

sae simply shrugged, placing the bags down as natsuki takes out the toys, "she asked nicely."

"sae. we agreed on one toy," you looked at natsuki as she busied herself setting the tea party kit on the floor without a care, "one."

sae followed your gaze to where natsuki sat—humming to herself as she sets a tiara on her head, "she looks happy..."

your gaze soften as you look at sae. he was trying. he really was. trying to be a good father, "sae," you cradle his face, "love, you're an amazing papa. but let's teach her boundaries hm?"

he sighs, "yeah. that goes for you too."

"excuse me?" your smile dropped as you put your hands on your hips, "how am i spoiling her?"

he huffs, "all the kisses you gave her the moment we entered the house?"

"i may or may not be wrong," you say, glancing at natsuki who seemed too busy placing barbie dolls on the makeshift chairs as she pours them tea, "you sound a bit jealous of your own daughter there."

"...so what if i am?"

"then i guess ive to spoil you too," you say, planting a quick peck on his lips that made natsuki gasp.

"ma and papa! you both kissy kissy!"

"that's right. me and ma very much kissy kissy."

you laughed at that. god, it was so rare for sae to say cheesy things like that. but when he did, you made sure to never let them out of your heart.

"ma, i wan' kissy! papa's kissy too!' she sets the little plastic cups down as the extends her arms open for her papa to carry.

both of you place multiple kissys on her face.

"god," sae exhales, "we really need to work on the boundaries."

itoshi rin

the rain was pouring for a while now, seeming to die down slowly but not fully—when papa rin and sakura decided to step out of the house wearing colourful raincoats(obviously she wore a colourful one, in contrast to her papa who wore a grey-black one.)

papa rin watches as she goes from puddle to puddle—jumping on them as she lets out little giggles.

"hey no—" rin tired stopping her when she got to a big, deep puddle. but it was too late and—

splash!

she slipped and fell, the mud messing her raincoat as well as her face. her papa hurried to pick her up, consoling her as tears ran down her face. he took of a delicate handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the mud from her face.

"you're ok, you're alright," he carries her in his arms saying that her face is still pretty in an attempt to calm her down.

"still pretty?" she looks at him with the big doe eyes of hers.

"the prettiest," he kisses her forehead, "just like your ma."

"noooo, ma's prettier!" sakura declares, "i'll get more pretty when i grow up!"

rin kisses her forehead again, "let's go home. no more puddles for today," he says softly.

"haiiii~"

sadly, the after math was that sakura stayed in bed, her ma and papa by her side while she laid sick. you caressed her hair, whispering sweet nothings and saying that she'll be fine and her papa held her hand.

when she fell asleep, you placed a mwah on her forehead before turning off the lamp light beside the table. you got up but rin didn't seem to move. he held her hand, looking at her—his expressions nonchalant but the sadness in his eyes lingered.

"it's not your fault," you place a hand on his shoulder, "she's fine. she's strong."

he hums, getting up, planting a kissy on her forehead as he walks out of her room, you following, shutting the door behind. and when you did, he immediately pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your hair as he seeks for comfort.

"don't worry. besides kids are meant to step into puddles and play with mud," you pull away, cradling his face, "you're a wonderful papa."

isagi yoichi

little yuki was starting to get frustrated—the puzzle pieces would just not come together, no matter how much her little hands work on them. she works hours and hours on it. and when they finally did join together, her papa had to pour water on it.

it wasnt his intention to really. it just happened as an accident, "yuki, princess, im sorry—" but it was too late as yuki sobs, running off to her room.

later that night, you find the space beside you empty. worried, you got up from the bed, quietly heading out. you see the kitchen lights on and there he was. your husband trying to solve the puzzle pieces together.

you call his name softly, he looks up at you, telling you that he's going to be fine. he just needs fifteen minutes.

you sit beside him, helping him sort the pieces together, "you're the best papa, you know that?" you assure, "yuki loves you so much."

the next morning, yuki woke up, rubbing her eyes as she walks into the kitchen. you greet your princess with a kissy, settling her down on the chair.

her eyes widen at the puzzle pieces that were once scattered—now together.

"it's your papa," you say, "he worked on it all night, yuki."

yuki immediately turns to her papa, hugging him tightly, "i love you papa!" her papa smiles, wrapping his arms around her, mumbling you a thank you.

michael kaiser

earlier that day, papa michael had gotten into a tinsy argument with his daughter. and as a way to get them to talk to each other, you decided to have a family time at the park. but anne refused to talk to her papa even tho he says he'll make it up to her.

you and michael walked behind as anne skips stones in front of her—kicking them with her foot.

you glance at your husband, seeing the look on his face that broke your heart. you reached for his hands, intertwining your fingers with her, "hey, it's gonna be ok," you assure and as a response, he only squeezes your hand tighter. "mihya, you're not a bad parent,"

he hums, "what if i—"

"you're not failing her," you halt him, not letting him finish that sentence, "anne loves you so so much."

he lets out an exhale, his shoulders relaxing at your reassurance. he brings up your hands, brushing hsi lips against your knuckles.

"ma! ma!" anne cried out, her voice full of panic.

she immediately runs to you, hugging your legs. confused, you look to see a stray dog appearing from behind the tree.

your eyes widen as you pick her up into your arms. but the thing was—you couldn't protect her, not with your fear of stray dogs too. you simply hugged her tighter as you turned around, squeezing her protectively.

michael steps in between, shielding you both from the dog.

"anne, come here," he calls as she looks up at him, "come to papa."

"...papa, 'm scared," she hugs you tighter.

"trust me, princess," he reaches out for her, "it won't do anything to you. not when your papa is here. i won't let it do anything to you. you're safe with me."

gently, he takes her in his arms, crouching down to the dog, as the barks fade away. michael reaches out to pet it—flinching at first—the doggy leans into his touch, "see? completely harmless," he reaches out to take her hand in his as he places it on the top of the doggy's head.

anne smiles, continuing to pat the dog's head while simultaneously clinging onto her papa.

after all, his arms were her safe place.

[juyeoz]

˙ㅤ۪ 𓂋⠀FOR THE PLOT — AN 02z SMAU

011 ┆ MONTHLY REUNION (0.4k words)

“So, what’s up with you lately?” Yena asked while taking a sip of her Mango smoothie as you two walked around the amusement park.

“Well, do you remember Jake?” You asked, referring to the boy from your middle school. 

“Sim Jake? Of course I do! What about him?” Yena replied.

“We started talking again.” 

“Seriously?! That’s great! You two were so close back then.” She said, a smile appearing on her lips.

“I mean, yeah, but it gets worse…” You said, causing her to pause.

What did you mean by that?

“I think I might be developing feelings for Sunghoon as well…” 

“Okay…” She mumbled.

“So far, my feelings for Jake haven't fully returned yet… I just think he’s fine—very fine.” You explained and sighed.

“Oh wow… Is that everything?” Yena questioned, slowly bringing her straw to her lips.

“No, unfortunately. I was deep cleaning my room the other day and guess what I found!”

“Your 3rd grade halloween costume?” She teased.

“No! Luckily not.” You smiled at her joke. It was a terrible costume, one that you never wanted to remember.

“Then what was it?”

“The panda keychains I gave Jongseong on the fourth day of junior kindergarten.” 

She laughed at what you said. Nothing could have prepared her for that.

“There’s no way. Like, senior kindergarten Jongseong?” Yena was in disbelief.

“Yes… Who else do we know named Jongseong?” You said with another sigh. 

“Isn’t his name like Jay now? I think he goes to my art school.” 

“Seriously? I mean, I didn’t see him after he graduated in Sunghoon’s class.” You replied. Yena reached into her coat pocket, pulling out her phone.

“Look,” she said while looking up Jongseong’s new Twitter account. 

It was true, he went by Jay now. 

“He does a baking co-op?” You asked after reading his bio.

“Yeah, I rarely see him in the hallways nowadays. We had one cooking class during my freshman year since I was able to take a 10th grade course, but that was it. We didn’t talk at all.” 

You nodded at her words and scrolled down his account on her phone. 

“Wait, is that him now?” You asked while pointing at the recent selfie from a week ago.

“Yeah, why?” 

“He looks so much different. He definitely got a glow up.” You said, geeking over the photo. He was more finer than he was in middle school. Good lord, it was so over for you.

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bewitched

✮ DESCRIPTION: in which a particular wizard from waterdeep finds himself positively bewitched at his feelings towards the reader.

✮ PAIRING / W/C: gale dekarios x afab!reader … 2.4k

✮ C/W: 18+ MDNI - a lot of introspection from gale, tender gale, very fluffy sweet sex, grinding, PiV, praise, reader called good girl, riding

✮ A/N: i’m so not gonna lie i haven’t even gotten to a playthrough to romance gale yet but i REALLY want to. this MAN is fine as hell. apologies if this might be a tad ooc but i feel i did a good job of portraying him

Gale was what many would call a prodigy. He was a gods-damned magical genius. His utilization and knowledge of the Weave is what earned him a spot as Mystra’s lover. In addition to this, he was a damn fine orator- he would talk until people got sick of hearing his voice- sometimes himself included. His wit in conversations proved to be unmatched a majority of the time.

However… there was one thing that Gale remained ever in the dark and impervious about. 

What might that have been? Well, you of course! 

It wasn’t that long after saving him from his corrupt portal glued to a rocky wall that he realized- maybe there WAS something he wasn’t educated in. No matter how many tutors he had in Waterdeep as a child, nothing prepared him for you. You seemed to puzzle him at nearly every interaction.

That sensation drove Gale up a wall on many occasions. He was convinced, at many moments in your times together, that you had cast a spell he had never heard about upon him. Because no matter how many times you managed to drive him mad with small decisions and talking- you were like a harpy’s song. Every time you spoke, damn near every time you breathed, it was like you were luring him in.

It was like there was a black hole situated deep inside yourself that did nothing but draw him closer and closer. It was in Gale’s nature, that naturally, he wanted to figure you out.

On this particular night, you had extraordinarily dumbfounded him. You and the party had discovered an old, dusty tome containing dark and demented secrets of Necromancy. The book was entitled, “The Necromancy of Thay”. It was during this time that you, Wyll, and Karlach agreed that this book couldn’t bring about any good. The three of you had conspired to destroy it despite Gale’s protests that knowledge is knowledge, regardless of subject. 

At some point out of frustration, Gale had seen himself out. He thought it was such a bitter shame that such a tome would be destroyed- and to an extent, wasted. It wasn’t until after watching a calming sunset where his annoyance and frustration seemed to melt like the sun beneath the horizon that he discovered something especially perplexing. 

There, in his tent, sat the familiar book with the agonized face on it’s cover. It was The Necromancy of Thay! The book had not been destroyed, afterall. You had left a note on it with still-fresh ink reading: Gale… I thought you could make more use of this. It’d be better than destroying it. I trust you.

Gale didn’t know how to feel. Annoyance at his earlier reactions, or relieved that the book wasn’t destroyed. Perhaps his feelings rested in a balance between the two. Seeking something akin to an answer, he set off past the camp to find you. Karlach had let him know that you went for a walk.

Maybe, all things considered, he didn’t really want answers. Maybe he just wanted to see you. These realizations dawned upon him when he finally approached you. You were sat upon a blanket, your back to a tree and your knees drawn up to your chest. Your arm lazily draped around your legs, holding tightly onto your other arm that was outstretched at your side. 

A soft breeze rustled through the grass and leaves, engulfing your senses in a quiet tranquility that seemed practically impossible to come by these days. The sun had long set, but a faint purple to orange ombre lingered on the horizon between branches of distant trees. Your favorite weapon sat propped up on the tree next to you, as relaxation was never truthfully a time to rest.

Gale watched you from a distance for a few moments. He watched the way your gaze flickered from firefly to firefly as they lit up the somewhat small opening in the field around you. It was as you reached out a hand to cup a firefly that Gale realized how paradoxical you seemed to be. 

You seemed so gentle in this moment, but he knew how ferocious and violent you were capable of being in a fight. You tormented him, but at the same time brought him a sense of peace and longing. You appeared relaxed, but your weapon besides you gave away how you never seemed to be fully at ease. Gale realized that, maybe, you weren’t meant to be “figured out”. You were just you- no spell involved. 

He released a breath he didn’t realize he was even holding. This small, yet sharp sound, was enough to prove just how tense you could be. It took nothing but a mere five seconds flat for you to be off your ass, weapon poised and ready to attack. 

Gale sheepishly raised his hands, his voice coming out in a rushed yet rhythmic manner. “It’s just me, Y/N, you can put the weapon down!” 

“For the love of the Gods, Gale you scared me!” You lowered your weapon, crying out in an exasperated voice. “How long have you been there for?!” 

“Just a moment, not too long..,” His voice trailed off before picking back up upon seeing you drop your weapon, “do you mind if I join?”

It took you a moment before you hesitatingly shook your head, taking a seat on the blanket and wordlessly patting the spot on the blanket next to you. Gale took the opportunity to saunter over, placing himself on the blanket with his legs outstretched in front of him.

At the exact same time, you both went to mutter separate and reluctant apologies. Yours was something along the lines of apologizing for thinking about destroying the book, and Gale’s was something about how he was sorry for storming off. Your words jumbled together in the night air before you both respectively paused and began to laugh.

It was you, who spoke first after the fact. “Gale… listen, I’m sorry. I know I can be a bit rude or harsh at times, but I’m trying to do what’s best for us. For all of us.”

“I would like to apologize, too. I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m sure you understand I mean well.” He added softly after you had finished. “A hundred years of loneliness in a tower is bound to tongue-tie even the mightiest wizard at times.”

It was after a while of mindless and idle chatting that you had turned to face Gale. His gaze remained transfixed on the twilight above as he talked, but yours had seemed to follow the details of his face. The slight crows feet that wrinkled when he smiled, when he laughed. The way the faint lines from his eye twisted down his neck to the orb situated beneath where his collarbones met in the center of his sternum. His roguish, yet frankly self-righteous smile. The way his adams apple bobbed when he talked. 

At some point, you noticed that some of his hair had got caught in his beard. He didn’t seem to notice, so you found yourself reaching out to right the askew strand of hair. The warm contact of your hand brought a near-immediate blush to the wizard’s face, his gaze breaking from the thousands of stars above to your eyes. Your eyes in which he could see the reflection of the stars, and the tenderness you stared at him with. 

Your hand had not yet left his face. His eyebrows knitted together in a slight look of confusion, “What are you-,”

“Just shut up, Gale,” you murmured with a joking tone. It took but a moment for your lips to softly connect with his. 

Your lips were like an invitation to Gale. An invitation to release his worries, his frustrations, his fears. The kiss was almost like salvation to him- helping every negative thought clouding his mind disappear like the wind through the leaves.

Your moment stayed sweet and tender until Gale’s hand found a way to your hip. His fingers dug into your skin, where they ever so slightly tugged at you. He wanted you closer to him.

You broke from the kiss, biting your lip momentarily as you shifted your position. You knelt forward so that you could swivel your hips to straddle Gale, your chests pressed tightly together as he sat against the tree. 

It seemed your worries started to get the better of you, as you started to say, “Is this something you really want?”, but before you could even finish your sentence, you were interrupted.

Gale cockily retorted, “Now it’s your turn to ‘shut up’.” His one hand remained clamped around your hip, and his other found it’s way to the side of your face. You leaned your head into his strong hand, as he guided your lips back to his. 

This time, the kiss contained more than tenderness. It contained passion- it started out as smoldering kindling. You were certain he was casting some sort of spell, as his grasp on your hip made bolts of lightning soar through your body and straight to your core. 

Gale’s other hand dragged down the side of your neck, down the valley of your chest before it found it’s way on your other hip. He pressed down softly, at first, shifting your hips back in a grinding motion.

A sweet sound of ecstasy found it’s way past your lips and into your shared kiss. You could feel the way his cock started to stiffen underneath you. Your nails instinctively dug into his shoulders as you broke from the kiss. The kindling inside your core began to blaze. You felt a wet spot beginning to form on your pants the more Gale’s grip tightened and rocked you against the growing tent in his pants. 

“Gods, Y/N, that’s just…,” He paused to grunt, his grip on your legs tightening by the second.

You grinned at him, hitched breathing catching in your throat every now and again. “Perfect?” You joked. You began to assist him with his efforts, moving your hips in a circular motion around his cock. The hastening of the rythm between you two caused you to throw your head back.

The way you could feel him beneath you- the way his dick applied just the right pressure to your bundle of nerves… it really was perfect. Gale’s groaning and grunting sent waves of pleasure straight to your core. His hands raised to slide underneath the loose shirt you wore, his calloused grip kneading your breasts. Your head, still thrown back, soon snapped down as you felt his lips connect to the soft tissue of your tits.

His hands roughly squeezed at them as his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Oh, fuck me,” You mewled lowly. Without Gale’s grip to guide you, you lowered your hands to the tied waistband of his pants. You began to frantically fumble at the strings, trying desperately to release him from the fabric that separated the both of you. 

One of his hands came to stop yours, his mouth releasing from your nipple with a satisfying pop. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked as he stared at you through his thick eyelashes. A string of saliva connected his mouth to your breast. 

You whimpered, your tone needy. “I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in my life. Please, Gale, let me feel you inside of me.” 

“Good girl,” He purred, his voice taking on a sultry tone. “Take your pants off.”

You leaned back, your mouth practically watering at the damp spot you left on his pants. You made quick work of shedding your own pants, before resuming your spot on top of him. Gale had just enough of his pants pulled down, exposing his lengthy, glistening cock.

It was dripping with his precum, a sign of his own arousal. Your eyes met his as he lined himself up, his hands resuming their grip on your hips. Despite his grip, he allowed you to pick the pace you wanted as you lowered yourself on his length. His greedy lips swallowed every shivering moan that left yours, and before you knew it, he was nestled inside of you.

The delicious stretch of his cock combined a fading pain with unmatched pleasure. “You’re doing so well, taking me like that,” He cooed as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and his words caused your walls to involuntarily clench around him. 

A low, raspy chuckle left his throat. “You liked that, hmm?”

Your only response was a bitten back moan that didn’t stay surpressed long as you found your tempo of raising your hips, just to sink back down on him. It wasn’t long before Gale was guiding your pace again, slamming your hips down to connect with his thrusting up- the sheer pleasure leaving you a babbling mess. 

He conjured a magical pillow beneath him, carefully shifting into a laying position. He kept you on top of him, but pulled your torso down with him. His arms remained wrapped around you as he raised his knees slightly to spread your legs.

The new angle had you seeing stars. “Are you ready for this, darling?” He looked up at your delightful face- beyond fucked out. 

“Anything, Gale, please,” you pleaded with winded breaths. His grip around you tightened as he guided you up and down his cock with particular force.

“Such a damn good girl,” He punctuated every single word with a sharp thrust. Your hands found his shirt for stability, balled into fists as he diligently plowed his cock deeper within your walls. 

“Ah.. I’m so close,” You whined into his ear between moans. Your walls began to flutter around his dick as you felt your orgasm draw nearer and nearer. It was almost in an instant that you felt the familiar lightning of your orgasm light up every nerve in your body. The way your walls clamped down on him caused Gale to curse sharply before pulling out, his cum shooting across the few exposed panes of his abs beneath you.

You collapsed against him, listening to his erratic breathing as you tried to regain control of your own. It was almost familiar, the way your body felt pressed against Gale’s. Once again, the two of you spoke at the same time, thanking each other for the joined pleasure. The laughter you shared after the fact caused a slight bit of the awkward tension that had built since your mutual release to fade.

“By all I know, Y/N, you are entirely bewitching.” Gale muttered under his breath as the two of you regained your senses.

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[fcdcdmcmories]

"... YEAH. I KNOW. DOESN'T MEAN THAT OTHER PEOPLE DO, THOUGH." shaking his head. maybe, she had learned it, but.. did it mean that other people were going to stop coming after her? probably not and.. god, he wished that he could stop shaking, because it would make this a LOT EASIER. he didn't feel like himself. his hands were shaking, he felt fucking destroyed and god-- fuck. he didn't want to bother her with any of this. he didn't want to stand in the way and he didn't want to lose himself and above all, to lose.. this. god, her. them. "NO. YOU KNOW, WHEN I WAS DOWN THERE.. ALL I DREAMED ABOUT WAS YOU. that we got to have a real wedding. that i made the cake. it was.. SOMETHING." maybe it wasn't fair of him to say so, but.. right now, he had needed something to hold on to and he had a feeling that so did she. wasn't that it? "i know, i know, i.. i'm sorry. it's just that down there, they.. you have no idea of the things they said. DID. what they said that they were going to do to you." shaking his head, as he attempted to take some very deep breaths. he wasn't there anymore. he was here, with her. they were together. it was going to be okay. WASN'T IT? ".. i don't know what i believe. okay? HE HAD VOICE RECORDINGS OF YOU THAT HE WAS MORE THAN HAPPY TO PLAY FOR ME. AT A SO CALLED DATE. SAYING YOU WANTED TO GO AWAY WITH HIM. how am i supposed to feel? yes, maybe it was all a lie and god, i hope that it was, but.. but.. you don't know, okay? you. don't. know. WHAT HE DID TO ME. HOW HE GOT IN MY HEAD. IT'S LIKE I CAN STILL HEAR HIM HERE." he shook his head, attempting to brush some of the tears away. she didn't know what he had been through and what he had heard but this wasn't her fault, he knew, but.. scoffing. "because he gave a shit about that during our last talk, where he pretty much made sure i knew i was never going to be good enough for you. I DON'T NEED TO SAY WHO THAT REMINDS ME OF, DO I? he doesn't want you anywhere near me, let alone married to me. suppose he must have been real happy." pederson. how many times had he heard that coming from him, too? enough of it already. oh, now he wanted to throw his hands up. "OH, GIVE ME A BREAK. HE TOOK A LITTLE BEATING FOR HURTING SOMEONE. SO WHAT? POOR LITTLE WILL GRAHAM. while everyone was off cuddling him because of a little paper cut, you... you have no idea of what i saw down there. of what i fucking went through, because if it wasn't me? IT'D BE YOU. IT'D BE THE KID. and unlike him, who you seem to be so keen to defend? i don't sit around and let the people i love get hurt. i protect them." because if it hadn't been him, it would have been gwen. or her. or laney or evie or gabi and.. no. no. "and? don't act like we've not all lost people we love at one point. he's not fucking special. what was i to do? wait around and clap him in the back for the fact that thanks to him, i nearly had to go and tell my daughter her mother was gone? SHOULD I?" because no. no. he knew what that was like. he'd never put evie through it. shaking his head. "if he was in trouble, it's because he deserved it. WHAT KIND OF FREAK DOES WHAT HE DID TO LANEY AND JUST.. LEAVES? MAYBE IT'S TIME YOU ADMIT THAT HE'S NOT THE PERFECT FATHER FIGURE YOU'VE WANTED YOUR WHOLE LIFE. he's not even a good man. there's a reason your father loved him. maybe because he's as fucked up as finn. or worse. neither of them want you with me. surprised they haven't set you up with cooper or randolph yet. and it's fine, cee. honestly, you.. i get it. i knew. i knew what was probably happening up here. THAT YOU HAD PROBABLY MOVED ON. WITH JOE OR ANYONE ELSE, I.." he only laughed. bitterly but he did. "right. rest. when there's a chance i could wake up tomorrow and hear you were taken by them. by joe and his.. employer. NO." stubborn, maybe, but.. but.. but. WHAT ELSE COULD HE DO? / @xtinyslip

"multiple times is an exaggeration. i learn from my mistakes." she wasn't even going to get into what some of those were because she knew their time was limited. it was precious and she wanted to use it wisely. "parker, i'm already stuck with you for good… as you are me. that's how we like it. now you bring it up…" she did smile, even if she didn't feel like smiling. cecilia wasn't doing that for herself, she was doing that for him. "i do miss you cooking my favorite dishes. we never got a do over on that cake either, did we?" smiling again, and again not for herself. her lips parted, ready to argue, ready to hold his hands even tighter but she didn't. she lowered her hands, keeping the same closeness between them ; not wanting him to pull away altogether. "i won't, not if you don't want me too. you know that i'm right here." it was understandable and yet the realisation of how traumatized he was made her so damn fucking angry. honestly, how dare these people? it may not have worked in her favor that she wasn't always quick to defend herself. it wasn't that she was struggling to do so. after all, joe was full of literal shit. it was just… well, parker may not realise how much information he was providing her but she was learning as much as she could. "… now we know who apparently bugged the apartment. he has never been invited in, that doesn't mean he didn't find another way in but it wasn't with permission. you're not seriously believing any of this?" was he? because it was beginning to sound like an accusation. "… involved in hurting you? don't be outrageous. hurting you is the same as hurting me, and he knows that." honestly, the pain all merged, it all felt the same. "besides, he's been bed ridden. i don't have to defend him to you, you know he didn't do this!" no, will hadn't been behind this, she was that positive on it. on him. "she might be the mother of your kid, but she's the reason will lost his younger daughter." she should have let it go, she should have not acknowledged but it was always going to be a sore subject for cecilia. the nerves that elaine had exposed were still RAW for her as were the scars she had because of it. THIS WAS ON HER NOW? THIS WAS HER FAULT? LIKE SHE DIDN'T FEEL LIKE SHIT ENOUGH. "he required medical assistance, i knew he was in trouble. i had his location. if there was a choice? i would have been with you, wherever you were being held, giving whoever is doing this to you the worst time of their lives! me and paul have been putting every waking moment into finding you! to finding a solution for all this!" how dare he say it was otherwise? that she had made her choice? it was bullshit and she needed to be clear that it was. she did not want him thinking that of her. she actually couldn't believe he did. "you're not in any condition to be telling me what matters. you just get as much rest as donna will allow you to have, eat, build up your strength. hm? you've made it clear to me… this is urgent. YOU CAN'T WAIT." @fcdcdmcmories

[britneyshakespeare]

i listened to the fall out boy version of we didn’t start the first (listing 1989-2023 world events) and can i just say. first of all the original song is silly and not that deep in its commentary but at least it was like an original idea. there’s a reason your 11th grade history teacher played it in your class in the cold war unit, right? it sets a scene and a mood without even having to do anything but listing a bunch of pop culture and political iconography. but there’s also like, a sequence of events. fob’s really just throws events and names of things together sloppily in no particular order other than if they kinda rhyme. it has a lot less impact when thinking about the recent historical or present moment bc it’s just like “thing you remember, other thing you remember, other thing you remember” but from one object to the next they have no particular connection to each other in space or time. it’s poorly associated. 

[teddybeartoji]

PHOBIA OF SEAWEED IS AN ACTUAL THING?????????????????? you see i am not afraid of the open waters nor am i scared of the things that live there,, like i regularly spend time watching deep sea videos i think they're so cool but oh my fucking god the idea of KELP IS MAKING ME LIKE ACTUALLY TWITCH EEEEEEEEUUUUUUUGHHH okok actually looking at it is kind of fine but the thought of it touching my feet is genuinely making me wanna throw up😭😭😭😭😭

[arolesbianism]

Finally fixating on some nugget relationships that aren't horrible for everyone I love friendship <3

[ragsy]

MOTW NPC Rach Lombardi, Mark's toxic ex who got ripped to shreds by dogman and then whose revenant ghost latched onto someone else who was on their own dogman revenge quest (player character Tatara)

she's fun.

[brunetteaura]

woke up with the lyrics from this song in my mind

[jaxthedragon]

That’s because they never wore helmets as kids

[kamitv]

Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.

Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?

Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.

Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”

Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-

“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.

Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”

“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.

Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“

“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.

You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.

Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.

“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.

You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”

“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.

You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.

Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.

All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.

You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.

Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”

You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”

“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”

And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.

One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.

He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead? 

Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.

He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.

Now that was a sight to see. 

“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.

When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.

Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.

Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering. 

You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?” 

The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.

“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”

He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??

Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.

You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”

All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.

His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.

It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs. 

Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.

Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.

Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—

“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him. 

Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.

Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.

You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.

A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”

“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”

You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”

Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.

His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”

Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”

…

Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.

[cursingtoji]

summary: clan leader!gojo needs a favor from your clan but as the leader you refuse, so he proposes to give you a child since your husband is unable to.

"and what am i to do when the child comes out with a white head of hair and blue eyes?"

“if that happens…” he undoes the knot that holds your kimono together and pushes the material down your arms with no resistance from you, “…then i’ll kill your husband myself and marry you.”

nsfw ahead cw: historical au, infidelity, pregnancy, creampie, child birth, satoru is pathetically in love. featuring samurai bodyguard geto and toji.

“i thought we had solved all our business with the gojo clan” your husband says from the door he leans on.

“and i did” you emphasize the i since the head of your clan is you and only you went to the clan meetings that got things solved. you tapped your lips a little bit more to place the reddish pigment looking at the mirror, “but satoru summoned this meeting and gave no details.”

“satoru huh?” your husband points, not letting go unnoticed the fact you used his first name without formalities.

“all right” you take one step back checking if your kimono is proper, “see you tonight” you peck his lips lightly to not ruin the tint on yours and proceed to the carriage outside.

for years the gojo clan and yours avoided each other due to some very old beef that no one remembers or even was alive when it happened, so when your mother passed and you assumed as the new head you soon decided to reach out to make peace with the current head of the rival clan and a friendly relationship was restored. more often than not you two met, sometimes with other clan members or even other clans when necessary, but today gojo insisted on being just the two of you.

toji, your bodyguard, opens the carriage door when you arrive and give you his hand for you to step out.

to avoid any issues the place of the meeting was always the temple middle way your residences. from time to time your families attended the prayers there, that’s when your husband saw satoru for the first time.

“where’s his wife?” he asked the first time you pointed the white-haired man as the clan head after you made peace.

“he doesn’t have one.”

“fiancée then?”

“i don’t think so” you both watched discreetly as he greeted the monks.

“i find that quite odd. what about the black-haired man?” he pointed to geto, gojo’s bodyguard, “could they be involved romantically?” geto leaned to whisper something to his master, a little bit too close if you might add, a few more inches and his lips would be touching satoru’s ear. his romantic life was no business of yours but you didn’t like the idea of him having any partners, didn’t seem right, though deep down you knew it was very unlikely for a handsome man like him to be alone. both men somehow found your curious gaze.

“geto” you greet the known bodyguard as you enter the temple, and he bows to you, your bodyguard nods at him as well and you’re guided to the secret room.

the conversation went on for almost an hour, satoru served you tea when he noticed you finished yours, which was unusual for a clan head to do such a mundane task but he always insisted no servant join on your private meetings. you always thought he was particularly paranoid about spies, but that suspicion was dismissed when you had your first meeting with other clan heads and he didn’t oppose the people that stayed in the back of the room waiting for their master’s orders.

“satoru we went over this on the last meeting, why am i here?” you are getting impatient, satoru always seemed relaxed when he was at the temple like it’s the one place people don’t come to him with problems, so he tended to do things without any rush at all.

“so impatient…” he smirks, “i was getting to the point but fine. i need your doctors for a few weeks.”

because of the many wars and the necessity to heal mainly the samurai your clan became specialized in healing techniques and remedies instead of combat.

“is someone injured?” you raised your eyebrow, it wasn’t likely for satoru to ask for something like this when he could’ve sent a letter.

“no. but we are expecting a conflict soon and—”

“let me stop you there satoru” you raised your hand and for a second you saw a glimpse of annoyance cross his features, “we don’t get involved with battles anymore, the healers go through extensive training and i can’t risk losing them in battle.”

“so instead of putting their knowledge into practice you rather keep them locked in a room reading books?”

“they are busy with research at the moment” you raise your chin unwilling to budge on the matter.

“is that so?” he tilted his head smiling “and how many people does it take to figure out your husband is infertile?”

you widened your eyes, this is way too personal of a matter for someone else, especially another clan head, to know.

on the other side of the door, geto and toji guarded the room, they were close enough to listen to the conversation and without turning his head geto looked at toji with his eyebrow raised, to which toji only nodded confirming the rumors.

“you’re not the only one with little birds across territories, sweetheart” his smile only seems to grow.

“that is no business of yours. besides, lending you my healers will only harm my clan and, as i said, put them at unnecessary risk” you managed to find your composure back and avoid the infertility topic.

“don’t you trust i have the best warriors? you seemed to when we came to your aid” he reminded a time you asked for their men.

“i paid for that.”

“and what makes you think i won’t?”

“we don’t need money.”

“i’m not talking about money” he drops the volume of his voice.

“listen, satoru—” you rise to your feet sensing the tone of this conversation is off.

“i’m listening, for a very long time i’ve been listening” he rises as well and takes a few steps in your direction, “you know what i listen to? the rumors about your family threatening to make your brother head of the clan if you don’t bear an heir soon.”

you take a step back.

“or the resources you’ve been spending to research a treatment for your husband. tell me, darling, can he even get it up for you?” he is too close now, you can see all the details of his insanely blue eyes.

“he— that’s not a problem” you accidentally confess.

“of course it’s not, look at you” his finger brushes your cheek and the touch makes you burn under your skin, “i could give you a child” he lowers his head to your ear, running his lips on it, “a healthy, smart, beautiful child” he presses his hand on your belly over the thick material of your clothes, “and it wouldn’t even be an effort” he presses his hardened member on your hip.

“and what am i to do when the child comes out with a white head of hair and blue eyes?” you look into his eyes challenging him to a solution.

“if that happens…” he undoes the knot that holds your kimono together and pushes the material down your arms with no resistance from you, “…i’ll kill him myself and take his place as your husband.”

you gasp, not expecting such an answer from the man you always watched trying to find a way to avoid violence.

satoru kisses your jaw then your cheek and when he gets close to your lips you turn your head, your conscience only now, in this intimate act, attacking you.

“he’s not fulfilling his duty” he whispers, letting go of the knot on his kimono, taking your hand and putting it on his chest. you open your eyes, not even aware you had closed them, and see his sculpted torso, so close to you, so warm…

“it’s not your fault, can’t you see?” he raises your chin, “it wasn’t meant to be, unlike us” you know he’s just telling you what you want to hear, but in his voice everything made sense.

“you’ll see” he picks you up and lowers his body with you back to the mat in the middle of the room, his kimono is still around his arms while yours was forgotten somewhere else, leaving only the very thin, dress-like, white undergarment that pretty much showed everything.

satoru lowers his head to your chest, his tongue wetting your nipple over the material, “i bet you’ll become even prettier” he replaces your breast with his hand, big and hot, and goes to the other nipple, “with your breasts heavy and a big belly” he sucks on you, hardly, you put your hand over your mouth.

satoru raises your legs over his shoulders, “your feet will get tired” he kisses the inner thigh, “but you’ll still come and see me” you thought it sounded like a question, it was a statement.

his head goes down, as he kisses your folds your back arches, he licks a stripe ending on your clit and flickering it.

satoru starts to lose himself, he gets too intoxicated by you, almost forgetting time is running against him here. he doesn’t have much longer until your bodyguard gets suspicious and calls for you, and by the way your hand is tight against your mouth he doubts you’ll be able to give a proper response.

he wants to make you cum before he shoots his load, suguru’s intel told him you asked one of the doctors if the woman needed to come to increase the chances. it doesn’t take much medical knowledge to interpret that question.

you cum on his tongue pulling him out of his dreams where he imagined himself doing that every night after those boring fucking meetings he has to attend at every slight inconvenience in his clan.

“it’s gonna be okay, just relax for me” he pushes his length slowly before you get the chance to see his size. you whisper his name behind your hand and he can’t stand not seeing your whole face, so he takes your hand out of the way and kisses your wet lips pushing his tongue and swallowing your moans as he goes deeper and starts to pick a pace.

satoru holds back a curse, reminding himself he’s in a sacred place and although anyone would say that’s ironic given what you’re doing in the temple he would argue that’s even more sacred than what most people prayed for.

you start to feel his weight down on you as he trusts get sloppier, he’s still kissing you, holding your lips with his when he twitches and fills your insides, in your drunk mind you think it’s so much more than what you’re used to.

after he catches his breath he pushes himself up and out of you, you allow yourself to close your eyes for a brief moment but you open them wide again when satoru pushes his cum back into you with his finger, “keep it deep and warm for me, yes?”

one hour later you pass through the door your bodyguard slides open for you to enter your chambers. on the way there you realized there’s no chance he and geto didn’t grasp on what was happening inside the room.

“toji?” you call before he can close the door and go to his personal room, he stops, indicating he listens although he doesn’t respond with the formality others usually do, “i trust you won’t share with anyone what happened today” you speak firmly looking the tall man behind you over your shoulder, his scar stretches slightly with his smirk, the man bows and closes the door.

they said it was a road accident, the horse got spooked and ran, by the time they found it there was no rider so they searched your husband and found his body down the mountain.

the ritual was long, you wore the traditional widow clothing, accepting the kind words of the clan members and the prayer of the monks. though you really were sad, all this pity was making you sicker than…

“at least you didn’t have kids, no child deserves to grow up with a dead father” an old lady says to comfort you while holding your hands.

“excuse me” you turn around walking slowly to not raise suspicions and as soon as it is just you on the other side of your home you bend your torso and throw up all you’ve eaten before the funeral.

you cough and when a tissue enters your field of vision you immediately take it and clean your mouth.

you feel your stomach empty but the light volume below it reminds you of whose fault it is.

you raise with the tissue on your lips to say thank you and the sight of the white-haired man makes you choke.

“shh, it’s okay, i’m here as an ally, to give my condolences to a friend in grief” there’s absolutely no seriousness in his tone.

“what about the war?” you ask through heavy breathing.

“that was child’s play, don’t worry, your healers will return safe and sound in a few days” he puts his hand on your shoulder to calm you down, you do.

satoru takes a second to drop his sight to your belly, it has been a month since your last encounter, and by your sensitive stomach he knows that one time was enough for you to get pregnant.

“do you think you can hide it for another month until the wedding? then when the child is born we’ll just say it was a premature birth” god, your former husband’s body was barely cold and gojo is already planning the wedding and what to say about the baby.

“why now?” you look up at his mischievous eyes, he knows what you’re asking truly.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, it was an accident right?” he touches your face, brushing away a tear that came out, more of a natural body reaction of your gagging than a sadness reaction.

“satoru, tell me” you demanded.

“i just reflect a little you know? when i said i would kill him you never asked me not to. besides, i don’t want another man to think they own what’s mine” his eyes are darker, you think he’s talking about the child in your womb but by the intensity of his gaze, you realize he’s talking about you. “if you need anything tell suguru, i’ll have him staying in the village until we announce the wedding.”

“no, i have toji, don’t want anyone suspecting geto’s intentions” you defend.

gojo doesn’t seem to like it, but he doesn’t argue either, “either way, i want to see you. meet me at the temple in five days, we’ll talk about the arrangements” he leans in and kisses your forehead before turning away and then back “i almost forgot” he reaches for something inside his sleeve and pulls out a shiny golden bracelet with gems and puts it on your palm, you know you can’t wear it now but god it’s gorgeous, “came from the west especially for you” he puts his hand on top of yours and leaves it there for a long moment as you look into each other's eyes. satoru is fighting the urge to kiss you, if someone catches you he can’t say he’s comforting his recently widowed friend, so he forces himself to let go of you and go head back to his village.

the midwife instructs you to push harder as her helper dabs a wet cloth on your forehead. you’re squatting, on your knees giving your all to push the baby out.

finally one last push is all that it takes for the little one to come out, you want to lay down and close your eyes, but you need to see the baby first so you mumble something with your arms open, the midwife cleans baby’s face through crying and screaming.

“it’s a boy” she whispers putting him in your arms. satoru enters when he hears the cries and kneels in front of you. behind him are both suguru and toji, who aren’t allowed to enter but the men are also very eager to see the child they can’t help but try to peek.

you balance the boy in your hold for a little bit till he stops crying and when he opens his eyes you see the blue sky.

“give him to the father, we’re not over” the midwife says.

“what?” you, satoru, toji and suguru ask. the last two get an angry look from the midwife and remove themselves from the scene.

“the next one will come out soon” she puts new towels below you.

“two children? at once?” you ask in disbelief then look at satoru who can only smile apologetically.

after god knows how long you’re finally allowed to rest as the babies were cleaned and fed. the second one was a girl, with identical blue eyes as her brother and father.

“i can’t believe you put two kids in me” satoru is outside the wooden tub, breaking all tradition by helping you bathe after the birth.

“can’t say i’m sorry for that” he rubs your shoulders, “you were incredible” he confesses now that there’s only the two of you. satoru refuses to even let your feet touch the floor, he takes you out of the tub once the water starts to cool down, placing you on a dry surface and getting on his knees to dry your feet, you reach out to touch his face.

“i love you, satoru” you blurt, overwhelmed by your feelings for the man who was once your rival.

he looks up from his position, taking the hand on his face and kissing your palm, then your pulse, he kisses inch by inch of your arm until his lips are on yours, “i love you.”

"pay up, pretty boy" toji approaches geto.

"excuse me?" suguru looks up from the sword he's polishing now that gojo dismissed him for the rest of the night.

"i said it was gonna be a boy."

"yeah and then a girl came out right after so the bet was invalidated."

"there's no such a thing, the boy will inherit it all anyway" toji crosses his arms, geto laughs, fishing a coin from his pocket since he knows toji will say anything to win the bet.

"and what makes you say that? there's two clans and now two heirs" toji snatches the coin as soon as he sees the silver glow.

"that's just how it has ever been" he turns his back to geto who drives his attention back to his sword.

"things are changing old man.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[slvttyplum]

sometimes work was too much for nanami; he got a pick-me-up before turning in with you, and that would get him worked up. to the point that once he was inside of you, there was no stopping him.

nanami could handle his liquor, but it was the brown liquor he couldn't handle, and that's the one that took the edge off the most.

having him want to tear off his clothes the moment he got it in his system, eyes hazy and dick hard, with nothing but you on his mind and how fast he could get to you.

it wasn't until you started drinking with him that you noticed that certain drinks didn't have the same effect on him; if he had a little bit of wine or vodka, he was fine; it wasn't until he had a drop of rum or whiskey that he started looking at you funny.

"come sit in my lap… dont be that way; im not gonna hurt ya." talking like… that, it was funny until it wasn't. his hands rubbing all over your body, his lips kissing your neck, and his dick pressing up against your ass, his clinginess was cute until he had you looking at yourself in the big mirror in your room for his amusement.

"look at yourself; you usually don't look this slutty while getting fucked." frowning as you choked on his fingers, trying to talk, but his fingers were pushed to the back of your throat, his other hand firm on your hip as he thrust into you for the millionth time.

your head turning away and his hand coming up with a firm grip, making sure you were still looking at yourself in the mirror, his pace quickening.

"aht aht, you're going to keep looking at yourself." his voice deep and the pleasure rising inside of you.

nanami was usually a passionate lover, telling you how good you looked and how much he loved you, but it was when he was a little drunk that he was more assertive, telling you how nasty you were for him.

"you only get nasty for me, right? mm fuck, tell me." talking you through your orgasm or just saying nasty shit that kept you on your toes, you didn't hate it; you actually loved it.

his deep voice trailing off, telling you how he couldn't get enough of you and wanted to fuck you every chance he got.

once he was drunk, he wasn't thinking about anyone or anything but you; you were the main focus, the main entertainment, and he made it very known.

"stop holding in your moans; let me hear them." sliding out of you just to push deeper inside of you, the moans you were once holding in now coming out.

he wasn't conscious or thinking about every little thing; he let his body take control in how good it felt with you on it.

"tell me how you want me to fuck you, baby; talk to me." sweat dripping down his forehead and a flushed face, all you could do was laugh; he was drunk, but he still wanted you to feel good, taking care of your every need.

what a man.

[dilfosaur]

well i haven't spilled my guts on tumblr since i was in college but it's the platform that's felt The Most Mine thru the years, so

let's talk!

i've had a huge chip on my shoulder that i wanted off before the year ends. very bad professional experience to follow

so firstly to get ahead of the speculating, i'm not naming names or anything. some of you will puzzle out who i'm talking about, but please don't bother anyone especially not on my behalf. i've worked hard to distance myself from them the past few months. shit happens, especially when you're a dumb bitch (that's me!)

but also this person was someone i considered a close friend and it makes me uneasy to possibly direct backlash at them. "then why post about it" bc i did intermittent work for them for over a year. this is just about that. so hear me out

basically it started off fine. i initially did some commission work for good pay, then was invited to become more involved with their team. unfortunately as i became more involved with their operation it became more disorganized over time. projects started then forgotten, constantly shifting schedules, lapsing communication between roles, confusing financials, and often inconsistent if not late payments. during mid 2023 i was doing colorist work, sometimes on a one day turnaround (all while also preparing drawfee's summer merch launch). the payroll wasn't set up correctly so i wasn't paid for that work for over a year (more on that later), tho to be fair that was largely my own fault at first as i just didnt realize the payments didn't go thru lol

i always consider myself decently capable of separating friendship and coworker-ship; i run a company with 4 wonderful friends, going strong for almost 5 years. that didn't really work out in this case. by early this year our friendship was on the rocks; work issues fed into personal issues and vice versa. so as the rest of this shit plays out, we had just had our first "big fight" which i felt very bad about and added to all the upcoming tension

a huge point of friction was the fact that i really wanted to work with them to make a music video for one of their songs. i've always wanted a chance to make a music video, was confident in a concept i came up with, and even did some concept art for the idea. everyone insisted they loved the concept and that we should do it, but we kept pushing it back for various reasons. it ended up becoming a huge sticking point for my frustrations, which i tried to express productively. TLDR, we eventually got around to discussing it seriously around april.

i planned to ask for $4000 with negotiable add-on for the whole project, which was my Friend Discount price. i was offered a contract for $1000 flat rate, as they insisted that was the only budget they had for it.

don't ask me why i signed it lol. i didn't even counter offer

there was some girlmath to it: i wanted an extra 1k for a student scholarship i provide every spring and well, there it was. but if i had to guess, i saw it as something i just couldn't back down from any more. i caused these folks- my friends- a lot of problems bc i dug my heels in so deep to chase this project, so fuck it we ball

i had about 4 months to solo a 3 minute music video. they wanted it done in august so they could release it before summer ended, bc "it was a summer song". to be fair i was asked if i needed them to pay for anything extra like assistants (which i would have to find and manage) but i was so immediately overwhelmed that i didn't wanna slow down to wait on that process lol. there was very minimal communication other than brief progress check-ins every few weeks. i did everything for that project myself: the original concept, character designs, storyboards, layouts, backgrounds. i even did the editing/compositing for the final cut of the MV. the only favor i did myself was limiting the amount of it that was actually animated to simple loops and motions. hardly my best work but it was work still done

i did it all in between my full time job. i ended up having to take nearly a month away from most of my drawfee duties (with the support of the others) to make the august deadline. i only ever asked for a 3 day extension (notice given about a week in advance, around the same time i was given the final song file lol). i finished the music video at 6am on the final deadline and recorded drawfee the next day on 2 hours of sleep

but it was done, coolies. the team was very happy with the final product. honestly, without getting into it, those were a very emotionally taxing 4 months. on the professional side, i regretted agreeing to the project and especially for the dogshit rate they offered. i felt like a hypocrite- as someone who always wanted to advocate for younger artists demanding their worth in a world that's getting increasingly hostile toward creatives, i failed myself

so when i met with the manager to discuss the release plan, i told them to do whatever worked best for them as i only had one request: i wanted my credit removed from the project

tbh... like... lmao this dramatic bitch right!! but really, i decided that bad practices only breed worse business. friends or not, it was unprofessional of me to accept such a low paying job so i just didn't want my name used in association. everything felt so muddled to me and i was just really tired at this point

the manager was very understanding and then offered that i could be paid more. they said that their team "was surprised" i accepted their low rate and they would be happy to up the amount. this confused me as the initial budget seemed pretty set and at no point between april and august was i offered a better rate. i knew these guys weren't made of money. so, i declined. i didn't want to put anyone out of their means over work that was already done and agreed upon. but more importantly, i was over the whole thing and didn't want to prolong the project with a contract renegotiation. i just insisted my name be removed

they decided to use a pseudonym (which i was fine with) so they could create a story about a character who made the MV (this sounds really convoluted but i don't know how better to put it without getting specific, sorry). that way if people asked about the credit, they could speak comfortably about it without signaling that something went wrong behind the scenes. ok, kind of a silly narrative imo but whatevs. and maybe this is where i finally went truly wrong but. yolo i guess

i gave the name "D. Smithee", D as in dilfosaur and Smithee as in Alan Smithee. look it up for fun film trivia ig! was it passive aggressive of me to reference that in this context? yeah, honestly. but i thought it was kinda funny and really not that deep. if it was a problem, i have other real, non-cheeky pseudonyms i regularly use. the manager accepted it and all i had to do was wait for them to post the video and i could leave the whole experience behind me

a week later i received a message from the manager that my pseudonym had been denied by the rest of the team bc one of them got the reference. fair enough lol. however, they decided that rather than ask for a different name, the were going to make one up for me that they liked and would "fit the [story]", without asking me

and that! is when i finally snapped!

i was so tired of giving them concessions at this point and having a credit made up for me without any input from me felt genuinely violating and unethical. i started to Panic bc of how stressed i was, and asked for my overdue payments (aka the $500 still owed on the MV, and the colorist rate from a year prior that was never paid even tho i reported it in january) to be scheduled ASAP as i was leaving the work discord immediately

i finally told them off for exploiting me throughout the months while i kept trying to just be nice and finish my contact cleanly. in return i was told that it was unfair to say that as i agreed to everything- i accepted their cheap rate and denied further payment so that was all settled, and it was ok to change my credit without my consent bc i "said they could do whatever with the release". i called bullshit, ended the convo as kindly as i could, and cried lol. they agreed to ditch the pseudonym and just give no credit. that night was the last i heard from anyone on that team

and the real kicker?

august came and went. then september, october... and they never released the music video

and i don't know why, because i was never contacted about it. i've been removed from the picture entirely i guess. 4 months and boatloads of stress. just. up in smoke. i don't know what i expected honestly

it's hard to not take everything that happened personally and as done in bad faith. i really do, honestly. i've had plenty of shitty deals in my almost 10 year art career, but it hits different from people you saw as friends. but to the point of "why not keep it private", i have never felt so disrespected as a professional as i did this past year. i can toy with money and credits and other formalities all i want, but my work- my ideas, my labor, my effort- is still so important to me. i felt like the biggest idiot for doing so much work, pouring so much of myself into a piece for someone's use, for what has amounted to nothing

but more importantly i hated myself for undervaluing my work, even if initially i thought this person was a trusted friend. money is not really an issue for me- drawfee is my main job and i am fine and comfortable. it's so important to pay artists appropriately but i often undersell my own work bc i value the collaboration and passion between creatives more than the reward. i think a lot of artists tend to feel the same, and it often makes us easy to take advantage of. it's so difficult to find the balance between passion and making a fair living, and i think there's some shame within ourselves when artists choose to prioritize that passion

i wanted to finally get all this off my chest bc i was ashamed of every choice i made. things like this happen all the time i'm sure and hiding these mistakes only make it easier for it to happen to other people

tldr always value your work and protect your passion from people who just see it as a product. and don't give cheeky pseudonyms i guess lol

(and again pls don't bother anyone involved about this. a lot of chaos has left my life as i moved past all this, and this is me closing a door without opening new ones hopefully lol)

this shit was truly

so ass.

but i'm moving past it now

but on a nicer note. outside of all of this nonsense, i made lots of good memories this year. i'm truly so grateful to the many wonderful people in my life who keep me going even when i fuck up big time!

and thank you to all of you strangers who, despite everything, give me the time of day. especially if you read this whole thing. you're a real one :')

happy new year!

[peachesofteal]

The wallflower.

Johnny clocks it immediately, your shoulders practically pinned against the pale-yellow wall, pint glass slick with condensation cradled between your fingers. Your eyes dart around and then away, finding something to study in the carpet, or the stairs, on the coffee table.

You’re not comfortable here, that much is clear.

He elbows Simon. “Poor girl looks nervous.” Simon gives you a furtive glance over the rim of his glasses, and nods.

“Probably only knows one person. Or got dragged here.” It’s Kyle’s wife’s birthday party. She has a lot of friends it seems, well liked in all facets of her life, work and otherwise. He clucks his tongue. “Sweet thing.” Someone bumps into you, and then pivots, reaching out to grab your arm in apology. You don’t tell him off or pull away. You just glance at his hand, meek smile stretching your lips sour. It turns Johnny’s stomach.

“She needs rescuing.”

“Johnny.” There’s a warning in Simon’s tone, a reproachful sentiment that he knows well. No strays. No projects. No more shelter pets.

“Ach c’mon. Look at her.” That one muscle in Simon’s cheek feathers, the one that says everything without Simon saying anything at all. Broken resolve.

He sighs. Johnny grins.

“Ye alright?” The man who’s taken up a residence at your shoulder is now speaking to you. Worse, he’s asking you if you’re alright.  

“I… I’m good. Yeah. Fine.” You grip your glass tighter, ignoring the flip of your stomach. You snuck at glance at him when he first came over, and that was enough. He’s very handsome.

And you’re, well-

You’re… you.

“Someone ditch ye?” Oh god.

“Uh, no. My friend is over there.” You point to Anna’s back. She’s in the kitchen, laughing so loud you can hear her from across the living room.

“Ah. She did ditch ye.”

“No!” You glare at him, “No.”

“But she didnae offer to introduce you to anyone?” You wince, and his eyes flicker with sympathy. “Ah, she did.”

“I’m not good with… people.” The understatement of the year. You don’t do people. People are too unpredictable, too much of an unknown. A pattern of behavior will only take you so far, and it’s hard to forecast their actions, reactions, words, emotions… everything.

You prefer safer bets. Predictable things. Equations, mostly.

“Ye’re not good w’people, but ye’re at a party.”

“Yes, it’s quite a feat.” You snap your mouth shut, expecting him to give you a weird look, but he laughs.

“If ye’re uncomfortable, why stay?”

“Because, social interactions are good for me. And I promised myself a slice of cheese pizza if I made it an hour.” He should laugh. Most would. Most would think it’s fucking hilarious, how you’re bribing yourself, dangling a carrot in front of your face.

But this guy doesn’t. He doesn’t laugh. He cocks his head, and frowns. “So… ye’re torturing yourself so ye can earn a slice of pizza.” A nervous giggle bubbles up and out your throat.

“It sounds bad when you put it that way but-“

“It is bad.” A deep voice sounds from over your shoulder, and you jump.

“This is Simon.” Your new… friend, Johnny, motions to the hulking man at your side, and you manage a nod, spitting out your name. “He’s no’ scary, just looks it.” Johnny reaches for his hand, and the equation clicks to together with ease.

Oh.

“You here with a friend?”

“Uh. Yep.” You point to Anna, again, and they exchange a look.

“She ditch ya?” Same question, different accent, and you’re about to give the same answer, when Johnny intercedes.

“She’s here so she can have a slice of pizza.” Yeah. It sounds bad.

“Wot?”

“I… It’s good for me to be around people so I said if I could do it for an hour, I could have pizza.” They’re both wearing expressions you can’t translate, two faces you don’t understand, and it twists you up.

“Do you usually ransom yourself pizza?”

“N-no.”

“Is it… an eating thing?”

“Oh, no. It’s like… I’d rather be at home, but everyone says socializing is… important. So, for doing something I hate, I get pizza.” Simon sighs.

“Trying to fit a square into a circle.” The comment is puzzling, but as you’re trying to put it together, Johnny links his pinky with yours and tugs you closer. The room is quiet, the music, the laughing, the chatter, all of it goes silent. There are dozens and dozens of people in here, but right now, it’s just you and these two. Staring at one another. There’s a web thin string spinning from him, to you, to Simon, and it’s wrapping you up, cocooning you, holding you tight.

“This okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Ye wannae go get that slice with us?” Do it. Just do it. Do something. You take a deep breath.

“Sure.”  

They look comical, shoved into the pleather red booth across the table from you, Simon far too wide to comfortably accommodate Johnny, but they don’t seem to mind. “So, cheese then?” You nod, picking at the faded corner of a menu. This was a bad idea, this was stupid. What were you thinking? Why-

“Three slices of cheese please.” You hadn’t even noticed the server, and you panic when she starts to turn away.

“And a coke!” You blurt, immediately embarrassed. She stares at you for a second before nodding, forcing a smile, and walking off. Fuck. You press your palm down on the table, trying to focus on the texture, the feel of it.

“Hey,” Simon says softly, “you didn’t do anything wrong.” You bristle.

“I know that.” Of course you know… don’t you?

Clearly not.

They don’t try to force you into conversation, but they do talk to you. They don’t ask you pointed questions or try to dig into you, instead choosing to tell you about themselves, their dog, their jobs. They keep you involved without dragging you in unwillingly.

It’s nice.

You’re halfway through your slice when you realize they’re watching you.

 “What? Is there something on my face?” You frantically wipe at your chin, your cheeks. Simon’s mouth quirks.

“Nothing on your face, sweet girl.” Your brain scrambles. Words fail. You don’t think anyone has ever called you something like that before.

“Oh. Okay. Well. Good.” Stupid.

“Go on and finish up.” He instructs, pointing at the grease laden slice, and you bring it to your mouth obediently. “Want to come for a walk with us after this? Our favorite park is around the corner, and the moon is really bright tonight.” A walk. With them. A walk? What does that mean? Just like, a walk?

Do it. Just do it. Do something. Be brave.

You roll your shoulders, and take a bite of your pizza, chewing slowly and swallowing.

And then you nod.

“Yes.”