#please engage w this I'm begging

[histrionarcmaomaotruther]

small bits of evidence for my headcanon (npd + hpd mao mao) in poorly explained bullet points because I lack the spoons to write the essay on this that i crave tto.

— his constant need for validation, praise, and admiration

— his difficulty admitting when he's wrong

— he's focused on heavily on Success™ or Being The Best™ (specifically in the form of his goal of becoming a legendary hero)

— also related to the above point there is CLEARLY some Grandiose Thinking going on with him surrounding that exact thing.

— his style of combat is generally very showy and theatrical which is almost certainly a way to draw more attention toward himself

— his tendency to over exaggerate personal anecdotes

— overly exaggerated emotions and behaviors

— the fact that he has what may as well be a narcissistic collapse in the episode 'not impressed'

— read somewhere that some pwhpd will sacrifice their authentic identity for what others will like more. this is literally the entire plot of 'popularity conquest'

— the fact he quite literally splits on bao bao in "bao bao's revenge"

— also mao mao continuously looking back at the crowd during the fight scene with the monster / dragon thing at the beginning of 'not impressed' to make sure he still has their attention

— he is shown to be highly suggestible/easily influenced (ie; being told true heroes work alone in 'all by mao self' and proceeding to immediately adopt this ideal)

if anyone can think of any that I missed, let me know. this for the most part is all very off the top of my head.

I am still watching the show (yes I'm late </3) so I'll likely post more evidence as I come across it.

[lambilegs]

a secret surprise (sevika x reader)

۶ৎ contains: fluff and smut (so minors dni!!), sevika has a dick, ringing in christmas with some nasty sloppy sex, breeding kink (+ pregnancy talk but it's all just roleplay, sev and reader aren't actually trying to get pregnant), reader's body is referred to w the following terms: "pussy," "cunt," "clit," "hole," reader and sev banter A LOT (v much feisty!reader-coded), degrading kink (terms used include: "slut," "whore," "cumslut"), begging, edging and teasing, light humiliation kink, daddy kink (just as a title), reader is called "girl" and "(house)wife"

۶ৎ divider by: @u1traviolxnt

۶ৎ note: just a tadddd late on a christmas-themed fic LOLL I hope all who celebrated had a great christmas, while those who don't had their own wonderful day too <33 for those whose christmases weren't the most warm or fuzzy, I hope you all get to find some relief soon, and that things ease up and you get to experience peaceful days ahead. please take care of yourselves and try to engage in things that bring you a bit of happiness-- ofc though it's also entirely understandable if you need some time to just rest your body and mind, and if so, I'm proud of you for giving yourself that time <3

۶ৎ comments and asks letting me know what you think are always appreciated!! <3 would love to hear mwahhh

from your corner in the room, you watch sevika move about the living room. she's the picture of respect when it comes to your family -- not that that's much of a surprise. she knows how to keep things polite and levelled when necessary, a practice honed from many hours of working one-on-one with her boss, silco. honestly, you're kind of impressive. sure, she's always been someone pretty reserved upon first meeting, but with your family, she's also cordial, helping around when needed and even tolerating some of your older relatives' cheesy jokes and long, seemingly never-ending anecdotes. she even watches over some of the younger kids at one point, sitting by and making sure none of them get harmed. if they bother her with inane questions, she'll give one-worded answers, and half-heartedly play with them if they bug her enough.

that's not to say she's completely absent of her usual attempts to irk you, though. when no one's looking, she pinches the side of your waist, igniting a yelp that has several heads whirling in your direction. once the shock has died down, you smack her arm with a glare, hissing, "I hate you." when everyone is moving to the kitchen to fill their plates with food, she snakes a hand down and playfully squeezes your ass, catching you with a mischievous laugh when you stumble. when you're washing dishes in the kitchen while everyone else does karaoke and plays games out in the living room, she saunters in, leaning on the wall and watching you. when you ask her if everything is okay, she slides behind you, wrapping her strong arm around your waist and nuzzling into your jaw, pressing some warm kisses there.

"have I impressed you?" she asks, her low voice making you clench down. between the travelling, all the last-minute preparations that have commenced since, and separate bedrooms, you two have barely had time to have sex this week.

"mhm," you hum, trying to ignore the throb between your thighs. "I'm proud of you, sevi."

she sighs against your skin, and you can feel the way her body loosens against yours. she's clearly relieved.

"didn't think you'd be that worried," you coo. "you trying to get their blessing or something?"

she scoffs against your hair. "I don't need their blessing." her warm palm, which has been rubbing on your stomach, slows down. "but, I'd like for them to... you know, at least approve a little."

you're unable to resist the smile that creeps onto your face. despite her little tough act, you know your girlfriend does care about this kind of stuff. she's careful and thinks about your guys' future far more than she lets on, and like it or not, she's wrapped around your finger. if you'd like for her to do something, even if it's something as old-school as win your family's approval, she's gonna do it. 

"what, in case you wife me up?" you giggle, scrubbing away at a bowl with some particularly dry, stubborn stains. 

"don't tell me you're expecting a proposal."

"it would be kind of romantic to do it on christmas eve," you say matter-of-factly.

"except we're not in a damn hallmark movie," she snickers. "besides," she continues, her husky voice lowering as her mouth draws close to your ear, "if I propose to you, it's gonna be when we're alone."

you gulp, just the notion of being alone with her after such a momentous event doing something to you. "why?"

her fingers trail down your stomach, sliding between your thighs. you hiss at the boldness of her touch, your hips bucking when she presses her fingers against you through the layers of fabric. "because I wanna be able to give you the marriage experience that night."

"of course your horny ass immediately thinks of sex when it comes to the 'marriage experience,'" you drawl, the last two words coated in mockery. 

"oh, come on, you're telling me you aren't thinking of it right now?" she chuckles, the noise of it deep and wrapped in velvet. "doing the dishes like a good little housewife while I take care of you." her words are punctuated with the firmer rubs she's beginning to push into your clothed core.

you gasp softly, but still try to proceed with your counterarguments. sevika always has people right in the palm of her hand, and since you two have met, you've relished in giving her a hard time. "I'm anything but a housewife, you know that."

"just humour me a bit." she licks a long stripe along your neck, and you grip the bowl so hard you worry for a split second that it'll break. "like I did for you when we played boss-and-secretary the other night."

just the mention of your little night of roleplaying has you biting back a moan. sevika had looked downright sinful in her unbuttoned shirt and loosened tie, cock plunging into you as she sucked on your tits and landed spank after spank on your ass, muttering about how you were such a slutty subordinate. 

"well, you enjoyed that if I remember correctly," you breathe out, the words less firm and more shaky than you'd like.

"and you're telling me you don't enjoy this little fantasy? letting me spoil that cunt rotten after a long day of playing house."

the sudden filth of her words has you bucking uncontrollably and she laughs quietly, her hips smacking right back into yours. "that's enough to get you going, huh?"

"fuck you," you whisper. 

her hand releases some of the pressure it had against your mound. "such a nasty mouth. and on christmas eve too?"

you snort. "sorry, I forgot you're father christmas."

her teeth graze the lobe of your ear and you sigh in pleasure. "last time I checked, you called me something else -- though, it is kind of close to 'father.'"

you're about to retort when a sudden pound of footsteps down the hall has you yanking away from sevika, your girlfriend stepping to the side just in time for when your aunt barges in. she makes small talk with sevika as she retrieves glasses from the cabinet, luckily sparing you as you duck your head down, pointedly latching your eyes onto the sink.

when she leaves, you shoot sevika a glare. "jesus, at this rate, you're gonna do something so bad that I can never show my face here again."

"you didn't seem to mind much."

you roll your eyes. "well, it was a moment of weakness." clearly, considering you can feel the thick juices leaking from your hole now.

"been having a lot of those lately."

you ignore her because, unfortunately, she's very right. sevika can read your body like a book, and therefore, in spite of your curses and rebuttals throughout the day, she’s taken notice of every pleasured reaction her touch evokes. from the flinch of your hips, to the puff of air that shoots from your mouth, to the way you immediately grind against her hand. 

not that you guys can do much about it.

at least, that's what you think until a soft knock flows through the space of your childhood bedroom that night. 

you tentatively rise up, quietly calling out, "yeah?"

when sevika walks in, her lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, you jerk back in surprise. "what the hell? sevi, I--"

you're immediately cut off with her broad body crawling over yours, pinning you down to the bed. without a moment's hesitation, her lips capture yours, tongue immediately slipping in and swirling around yours. you squeeze your eyes shut at the sloppiness of it, her lips massaging yours with slow purposefulness. she pulls back, flattening her tongue and roving it along the curves and plush of your lips, catching the bottom one under her teeth and nipping at it. 

you gasp sharply at the sting, delightfully mixed in pain and pleasure. she tugs on it, stretching it out before letting it go and sucking on it slowly, spit dribbling from her mouth to yours. "sevi, why are you..."

"it's getting too much," she grunts. "I need -- fuck, I need you."

you slide your hands under the itchy fabric of the ugly christmas sweater you got her three days ago. it’s supposed look funny, weird even, but instead, it just emphasizes her broad shoulders and hugs her biceps just right. it's almost annoying how hot your girlfriend is.

"awe, is someone getting needy?" you tease, your point embarrassingly met with a hitch of your breath when she starts planting soft, wet kisses down the slope of your neck, pausing to suck on the spot under your ear.

"says the one who was practically dry humping me in the kitchen."

"only because you jumped me first!" you quietly snap, tugging on her short hair so that she meets your accusatory gaze. "just like now. in my childhood bedroom," you add in a deadpan tone.

"and?" her teeth flash at you in the dim lighting, her adorable little gap making your stomach flip. "you're telling me you don't like this?" her hand strokes along your stomach, reaching your breast with a tight squeeze that sends you arching, your nipple's contact with both her firm palm and the fabric of your sweater making it tingle. "the idea of getting corrupted in this bed? getting fucked by me when you know you shouldn't?"

your body twists, arousal pooling between your legs as a slew of lewd words continue to spill from her mouth as she tweaks and pinches your nipple, the sharp sting of it shooting through your chest. "so many people in this house, and here you are, being so needy and wanting."

you bite your lip. "sevi, baby, we-- we shouldn't. I -- mmph, what if someone catches us?"

"no one will if you keep quiet." she lifts your sweater up, eyes practically gleaming at the sight of your tits. she ducks her head down, her mouth encircling one of your nipples, tongue lapping it gently, the warm wetness of it making your pussy ache. your tits are so sensitive, nipples hard and aching from the chill of the night, and the hot cavern of sevika's mouth is making you lost in the mix of temperatures and sensations. her tongue is so soft, gliding so easily over the bud. she skims her teeth along the edges, clamping a hand over your mouth before you can make any noise. 

"fuck, god," you whisper, hands digging into her hair as you keep her pressed to your chest. 

"pretty blasphemous of you to say during a holiday."

you glare at her for the playful comment, wrenching out of her hand’s grip on your face. "please, like you're even religious."

"I'd consider it if it gives me the authority to punish you."

"like you even require an authoritative position to do that."

her teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck and you clamp your lips up together. "you've got a point there, baby." she scrapes her teeth gently down your neck, one of her thick fingers tugging down your sweater to suck a bruising mark into your chest. "you're my slut whenever, aren't you?"

with the way her mouth is lavishing attention on you, it's hard to continue being a brat with her. you want more of this, and you’re well aware that sevika possesses more than enough self-restraint to draw out your pleasure all night long if she so wishes it. even if she does have a boner pressed right up against your thigh. 

"mm, I am," you mumble against the crown of her head, her black hair tickling your lips as you stroke it. "I'm your slut, sevi."

"there you go. wasn't so hard, huh?" she pulls back, tugging on the bottom of your sweater. 

when you remove it, breasts bouncing out, sevika buries her face in your fully naked chest, licking and gnawing like a woman starved. your body arches up at the harshness of her touch, her large hand groping and pulling you into her mouth. your squirming causes your thigh to brush right up against her hard-on, and she grits her teeth at the contact.

"you're so hard, baby," you giggle, hand escaping to her crotch and cupping her through her flannel pajama pants (which, yes, totally match yours).

"fuck," she mutters, her head pressing into your chest. the moist heat of her panting gets your skin warm and toasty, and you shiver from the contrast of it to the rest of your body. "god, I've needed this."

"then, put it in, dumbass," you whisper, your words edged with soft laughter. 

a smirk cracks on sevika's face. "maybe I have been going too easy on you, since there's so much room for backtalk."

ugh, oh, no.

minutes later, both of your pants are tossed into some corner of your bedroom, sevika grinding her bare dick on your pussy. it's firm, hardened with arousal, and the more she presses against you, the more you drip, coating her dick with your juices. whenever it nudges against your swollen clit, you writhe in her embrace, tugging on the material of her sweater for more.

"sevi, please, please," you mumble against her lips, pressing mindless little pecks against them. 

she flicks her tongue along your mouth, breaths heavy. as much as she may try to act like this isn't affecting her, you can feel the tension coiling in her body and how hard she's trying to resist taking you. 

"tell me you've been bad. tell me why you deserve this." 

her mouth is curved into a wicked grin, clearly amused at having you cornered like this. she knows the length of her dick rubbing into the plush, soaked lips of your pussy isn’t nearly enough, and she's clearly determined to have you pathetic and begging before she goes inside.

"ugh," you groan, tossing an arm over your eyes. "fine, I've, um--"

she grips your wrist, pulling it away. "eyes on me."

you shoot her a glare -- well, at least as best as your can manage with the smooth skin of her stroking against your clit. forcing yourself to undergo the embarrassment of locking eyes with her, her amusement thinly veiled with the way her grey eyes are flashing, you continue. "I've been a bad girl. and I, uh, I deserve to be... fucked because, um, I've worked so hard this week and I'm so tired and so wound up and I-- fuck, sevi, I miss you, you idiot."

a huff of laughter quietly slides from her lips, and she pecks your chin. "have you now?"

"sevi, come on," you whine, digging your nails into her lower back, trying to pull her further into you. "I need it, please. sevi, please, I need it, daddy."

her eyes flutter shut at the title, hips jerking harder, which has you both biting back noises tantalizingly close to bursting from your mouths. "fuck, you're lucky you're cute."

she sits up on her knees and positions her dick, rubbing on some lube she snuck in from her suitcase (when she reveals the bottle to you, you grumble at the fact that she just knew she'd manage to convince you to fuck in here). inch by inch, the girth of her stretches out your hole, creating a pleasant, dull ache as your walls tighten around her, accommodating her size. through it, she rubs circles onto your clit, nodding quietly to encourage you on. if you were in the seclusion of your home, she'd be saying filthy words and praises, motivating you to take her in. but, in this position, where she's too far to whisper against your ear, all you get are her hushed words of, "okay?" and, "you ready for more?"

after you adjust, you yank sevika by her collar and she unceremoniously flops onto you, evoking a burst of laughter from you as she narrows her eyes at you, murmuring, "was that necessary?"

"mhm, I got to have pleasure and a comedy show."

she scoffs. "glad to be of service, I guess."

your giggles fade out as she meets your gaze, her pretty eyes soft and creased from the small smile on her face. you cup her face and bring her closer to you, gently kissing her. sevika returns the gesture, her lips amorous and slow as her cock, heavy in your hole, twitches. 

when you part, you whisper, "you gonna move or what?"

apparently, she isn’t in the mood for a challenge, for ten minutes later, she's pumping into you, your old headboard creaking and bumping lightly against the wall as sevika fucks you quietly. in your twin bed, the two of you are cramped up in the limited space, but you couldn't care less. you relish in being this close to your girlfriend, her strong arm wrapped around your body and holding you close to her as your guys’ skin smacks together, the sticky sweat produced from your efforts creating a wet squelch. 

"mmph, daddy," you whine against sevika's ear, nuzzling close to her face and biting on her ear, which ignites a sharp intake of breath from her. "feels so good."

"yeah, princess?" she rasps, her voice hushed. "you like feeling my dick split you open like this? getting fucked and keeping quiet so no one finds out what a slut you are?"

you dig your nails further into her back, raking them along the muscular length of it. her dick has you feeling so full, plugging your hole up in a weight that's so comfortable and familiar. the deep, satisfied ache flows through the entirety of your pussy, from the widened rim of your hole to your clit to your thighs, which are clenched tightly around her slim waist.  

"I'm your slut, daddy," you gasp against her ear. "I love being your slut, letting you fuck me till I'm filled with come."

"oh, yeah?" she chuckles. "is that what you want? for me to fuck my come into this tight little hole?"

"yes, yes, daddy." your hips buck up to meet hers, the pleasure making it hard to not flinch and jerk at the way it rolls through you. 

nasty little squelches roll through the room from the way your juices slosh around her dick, droplets slipping out every time her cock rocks out and only the tip is hugged by your entrance. when she pounds back into you, her balls smack against you, and the weight of them has you nearly squealing in pleasure, thoughts of how come-filled they are overtaking your brain. 

you wrap your legs around her, the lift of your hips causing the tip of her cock to hit your g-spot. the pointed curve of it nudging against the spongey softness has a deep, tingling sensation flooding your insides. your mouth hangs open, a small moan choking out of you. 

sevika, still thrusting into you, raises her head up and covers your mouth with hers, shoving her tongue in as your sweaty bodies push and pull together. she breathes out, "so fucking mouthy, even in bed."

you're so turned on that her bullying only has you tightening on her, which, of course, observant woman she is, immediately arouses an arch of her eyebrow. "does my girl like that? hearing about how you're such a noisy cumslut? just begging and babbling for some come to be leaking out of your pretty cunt?"

"f-fuck," you stumble over your words, head tossing into your pillow, eyes squeezing shut. "please, daddy, please, want it so bad."

"I know, baby, I know. give it to me, yeah?" she coaxes, her rough thumb beginning to stroke your stiff bud side to side, having mastered the pressure and speed that'd get you tipping over the edge. "wanna feel you milk it out of me."

"I will, I will!" your torso arches against her, tits rubbing the rough fabric of her stupid, patterned shirt. "m'gonna come so good for daddy."

"yeah, you will, gonna let your pussy latch onto all that come till these sheets are fucking drenched." she speeds up her thrusts, your mind going dizzy and weak at the mixed sensations of her pushes into your g-spot and fast flicks against your clit. "gonna be so fucking embarrassing tomorrow, to have to come up with some excuse for why these sheets are so nasty."

"it's your fault too!"

her voice, rough and heavy, is practically mesmerizing when combined with the surges of ecstasy shooting through your body. "guess I am just as bad, right? can't go too long without trying to get you knocked up."

those words are enough to shove your over the edge, your walls beginning to clamp down on her cock relentlessly as the tension in your stomach snaps, sending waves of hot, molten lust coursing through your body. you bite onto the material of sevika's clothing, muffled whines bursting from your lips as she continues rutting into you and rubbing insistently on your clit, tugging out more and more pleasure until you're sated and batting her hand away. meanwhile, she's shuddering on top of you, the sensation of your orgasm clearly taking its toll on her.

"please, please." you wrap your arms around her back, pliant and soft as the exhaustion of your orgasm wears you down. your pussy is sopping even more now, sevika's dick moving in and out with ease. "come, daddy. sevi, please. wanna feel how warm it is."

"fuck," she curses, her fingers digging hard into your waist. "gonna get you so loaded. gonna look like such a whore, leaving this trip nice and pregnant."

her words have your aftershocks heightened, your pussy clenching down on her cock again. the moment it happens, sevika's body jerks hard against yours, her last thrusts messy and running on pure instinct, deep and rough. she stills on the third one, her mouth falling open as she trembles, her come shooting into you, sticky and hot, coating your walls and making you feel entirely smeared and tainted.

you clutch onto her through it, your clit aching at the feeling of her load being pumped into you, streams of it leaking into your tight hole as she half-heartedly jerks into you a few more times. 

"shit," she mutters, her body heaving as she catches her breath. "that was good."

"good?" you ask, your lips quirking up. "you sound like you're talking about mittens."

she rolls her eyes. "sorry, was I supposed to pull out a dictionary to compliment our sex life?"

you look away, pouting. well, you aren't that demanding.

"baby," she murmurs, kissing your cheek. "it was amazing, alright?" she grunts softly, nuzzling into your neck. "you know it just makes me, you know, to say these things."

"I think the word you're looking for is 'shy,' sevi."

she clears her throat. "well, sure." a moment later, she looks up at you, her face pure magic when coated with the blue light wandering through your windows. "it was really fucking good, okay?"

a sudden shyness seizes at you, your lips curling up as your eyes dart away. "I'm glad. it was amazing for me too. it's just, I need to hear that, you know. from you."

"I know." another quiet kiss lands on your chin. "I'm trying for you. that's not gonna stop."

"you're sweet." you run a hand through her hair, pausing to look down at her, smile widening. "hope it didn't hurt your rep to hear that."

she snickers, though her lips curve up ever-so-slightly. "eh, my rep isn't that fragile. nothing a few words can break."

"true. you being pussydrunk is probably what'll break it."

"actually, I thought it's what'll break you."

you flick her forehead, giggling at the little pout she makes without realizing. "so cocky. at this rate, you're gonna get on the naughty list."

she hums, stroking your hips. "I already got my present, so it's okay."

your face warms at the tender words. "I got mine too." you tug on her hair, bringing her up for a kiss. "merry christmas, sevi."

she meets your lips with a smile.

[is-the-sky-blue]

DINNER AND A SHOW: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x fem! reader, pet names, heavy cum eating, anal, oral (f + m receiving), face sitting, squirting

Satoru has always been a fan of dinner and a show, never seeming to eat a meal without something to entertain his eyes, whether it be a video playing on his phone as he sat at the kitchen table, maybe actually at a restaurant with a performance being played, or back resting against the couch while he settled onto the floor, watching a movie with his two lovers while he shoveled the freshly made dish on the coffee table into his mouth and today was no different as he ate his favourite dessert in bed, sandwiched between his partners, a melodic soundtrack playing into his ears, a rhythmic slapping filling the air as he watched his all time favourite show.

Yes, Satoru has never been more engaged as his lips suckled on your clit, oh so excited as you rested your full weight onto his face, thighs caging in his head as you clenched with each beautiful moan, body fully relaxed onto him as he eagerly made sure not to let anything go to waste. Your swollen lips barely kissed the tip of his hardened dick, but he couldn't complain, wouldn't complain as your head rested on his pelvis, tightened hands wrapped around his base as you tugged him closer to your mouth, lapping up the endless stream of his beading precum, struggling to keep a consistent pace with your strokes as you whined, body jumping with each thrust of Suguru's mean hips.

His show has never been so captivating, your ass jiggling above his eyes as he watched Suguru's thick cock slip in and out of your asshole, the creamy white ring on his dick, slowly dribbling down as the cum of orgasms past began to drip closer to his face. He watched in anticipation grinning as he pulled off your cunt, holding you up by the hips as he leaned towards the falling cum, mouth wide as he stuck his tongue out, letting Suguru cascade into his mouth.

"You slut," the man snickered from above him, dark eyes peering into his blue and he could only smile with glee before pulling you back onto his mouth, relishing in your startled gasp as he ate you with newfound vigor, tongue pushing its way in, painting your walls with the cum coating his tongue, teasing eyes glinting at Suguru as the man could only sigh, speeding up his pace as he pounded into you, the slight bite he had on his lip indicating how Satoru's actions only furthered his lust. His fingers quickly found purchase on your hips, slipping right where Satoru held you and it didn't take long for their fingers to intertwine, hands holding one another upon your flesh as they ripped moan after moan from your pretty lips. 

"S-Slow down" you choked out and Satoru could feel the warmth of your tears begin to dampen his skin, head jostling as you recoiled from every push "You both can't- not at the same time, please" you began to beg, quickly losing your mind but your pleads only further fueled Satoru's mouth one hand slithering in to circle your soaked clit, rubbing frantic circles before you suddenly pushed away.

One hand planted on the wrinkled bedsheets and the other on his toned thigh, attempting to bring yourself to your knees, trying to escape their attack, hoping for a single moment of rest and he stared up at your soaked pussy, watching as it throbbed and he licked his lips, his lower face fully coated in you. He quickly found Suguru's taught gaze, his dick halfway out as you managed to crawl a bit away, legs trembling, struggling to carry your weight before the long haired man tsked, brows furrowing and Satoru watched as both his dinner and show tried to runaway before he had his full and watched the final act. 

"Just w-wait," you mewled, fingers clawing at the bedsheets as you tried to scramble away, the hands grabbing for your hips pressing bruises into your skin.

"Baby c'mon," Satoru is slurring, pout pulling at his lips, "just a little more, huh, f'me please, I'm not done yet," and he's reaching over, pawing at your thighs as one finger rubs over your folds. "She's still dripping, waiting for me to drink it all up," he whines, pinky softly rolling over your clit as he stared at the sheen of juices coating your thighs, pretty pussy visibly throbbing as he watched you slowly try to pull of Suguru's dick, white strings dripping slowly the further you pulled off.

"I'll t-take care of you instead," you try and propose, jittery fingers stroking up and down his shaft shakily, chest heaving and he stared at your titties, watching as the moved with each breath.

"You can do that while you are," Suguru finally spits out, slight venom tinging his words, anger spilling into his hands as the gripped your hips, yanking you back with haste, dick thrusting inside you with one foul swoop, bottoming out instantly, filling your guts without warning as he reclaimed his spot, body that was once resting on his tip now pressed right into his thighs as his balls slammed into your skin with such force, the wet pap of skin hitting skin filling the room "here."

Your mouth is open, eyes wide and glassy as you barely manage to choke out a moan, brain slow to catch up to your body as for a moment you blank out, pure white filling your vision as your back arches, Suguru's menacing grip only pushing it further as your tongue lolls before your arms give out and you slump back down onto Satoru, reeling, grip on his dick loose as you writhed above him, body shaking but he's quick to return to his meal, lapping up the sudden gush spilling from your cunt, pussy processing your stimulation better than your own mind could, reacting in kind as she dripped into his eager mouth. 

"What's wrong baby," Suguru coos, leaning down, pressing his chest onto your back, hands brushing away some of your hair before he nibbles at your neck, "thought you were gonna take care of Toru," he muses, hand covering yours on Gojo's long dick, squeezing tightly as he guides you up and down, watching as the tip twitched, pretty vein throbbing as he helps you jerk the boy off. "Spit on it," he blows into your ear, watching as you slowly process behind those fuzzy eyes, head moving forward before you let a glob of spittle drop between your joined hands, watching it move up and down and up and down as it coats Satoru's length.

He could only moan into your delectable cunt, vibrations sending your nerves into a frenzy as he felt the strong grip on his cock, his balls clenching when Suguru, leans past your head, tongue licking off the blob of precum, kissing his tip so gently before his hips start rutting into you. Bodies smushed together as he barely gets an inch out before pushing it right back in, filling you to the brim, grinding against you as he fucked his cum deeper inside.

"Sugu you c-can't, I can't," you whine, eyes losing focus as stars began to cloud your vision, cunt throbbing as any droplet that spilled was quickly licked up, "m'gonna," you warn, but a slap on your ass and a grunt into your pussy let you know that the cock jumping in your hands was going to cum before you.

"You should clean him up too," Suguru grins, hands collecting your hair before forcing you down, throat gagging at the sudden intrusion, tongue making quick work as you tasted the salty pre lining every inch of his shaft before you were bobbing up and down, Suguru leading you as he rammed inside, reorganizing your insides as your muddy brain could only follow his actions, leaving your body completely to your two boyfriends as soon with one final gag you were face down onto Satoru's pelvis, fully deep throating his obnoxiously long length as he prodded deep into your throat, white streams flying down as you squeezed your eyes shut, the moans shaking your overstimulated cunt pushing you over your breaking point and you are clenching.

Suguru can barely handle the death grip you have, your already tight ass constricting as he suddenly floods, greedy hole milking him for everything he's got as he sends a few final thrusts, watching as you come undone, pouring into a shaking mess as you give Satoru one hell of a final gift as you squirt, waterfalling as he doesn't let you spray your release, everything coating his throat as he chugs all that you've got. 

Man he really does love this, watching as your drooling cunt that he slobbered all over is licked clean. Staring as he reluctantly lifted you off his face, watching the mess torrent out of your gaping asshole, creamy white cascading down as Suguru slowly pulls out and Satoru merely hums, leaning up to catch it all as the dark haired man chuckles, angling his dick right into the excited boy's filthy mouth, letting him clean off the white ring staining his skin. The delicious sounds of his gagging filled the air as you caught your breath.

Yeah, Satoru realized as he comes of Suguru's dick with a pop only to lean up and lick up the remaining cum dripping from your ass, listening to your breathy mewl, he really does love a good dinner and a show. 

[kiame-sama]

The idea of getting away with rule breaking just with using puppy dog eyes on Riddle is hilarious to me 🤣 everyone is gonna get so upset with the favoritism!

It's even worse if- like me- the Human can cry on command. That is super effective on all the monster men.

~•§•~

Yan!Unicorn!Riddle: I can't believe this! I expected better of you, (Y/n), but there are some rules that should never be broken-

Human!(Y/n): *sniffling and tearing up*

Yan!Uni!Riddle: W-Wait... I didn't mean it-!

Human!(Y/n): *makes a big show about crying*

Yan!Uni!Riddle: WAIT-!

~

Yan!Nymph!Cater: why are you making all these tarts, Trey?

Yan!Kelpie!Trey: Riddle made the Human cry by lecturing them and is trying to beg for forgiveness with tarts.

Yan!Nymph!Cater: damn, why can't I get out of rule lectures for crying?

~•§•~

Platonic!Yan!Harpy!Crowley: That was the most unsafe thing you could possibly do! You are, by no means, a stupid chick, so why on earth would you-

Human!(Y/n): *tears start forming*

Plat!Yan!Harpy!Crowley: I DIDN'T MEAN IT! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I WON'T EVER SCOLD YOU AGAIN, NEVER, EVER-!

~•§•~

Yan!Malleus: (Y/n), what could have possibly possessed you to-

Human!(Y/n): *single tear rolls down their cheek*

Yan!Malleus: *immediate overprotective guarding full Dragon-form mode engaged*

~•§•~

Yan!NemeanLion!Leona: Seriously Mousey, are ya dumb or something?

Human!(Y/n): *immediate tears* I- I'm not du-dumb!

Yan!NemLi!Leona: *Desperately trying to back-track and fix it* shit. shit! SHIT-!

[thecapricunt1616]

Lily of the Valley - (c.b. oneshot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “Yes, what is all this baby?” You asked, motioning to the roses. “Did I forget somethin? Our anniversary isn’t for another 2 months” you asked a bit nervously. Carmen wasn’t a stickler for dates, but it would break your heart if you were to forget something important. “No- no. I just…just love you- I wanted to show you, and especially after this week I know I’ve been crazy busy, and I’ve been comin’ in late and leavin’ early, and…I just wanted to show my best girl how much she means t’me” he kissed your forehead sweetly and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks. 

O/S INSPO:  Lily of the Valley Soothing, calming, draws peace and tranquility, and repels negativity. Assists in empowering happiness and mental powers. Married couples should plant Lily of the Valley in their first garden to promote longevity of the marriage.  POSTED DATE:03/30/2024 W/C: 4,114

A/N: FINALLY!!!! I am so sorry this took forever! This O/S is based on this adorable request from the LOML @daysofyellowroses - please check out her blog! I hope this satisfies your Carmy Proposing idea! I'm sorry it took so long i've been sick, but we’re back baby!!! Requests are opennnn y'all!

WARNINGS FOR BTC: Smut, Swearing, NO USE OF Y/N - As little physical description as possible, fluffy Carmen, OC Carmy - (He's more emotionally grown obvi hahah)

You pushed the heavy, bulging tote bags full of groceries up your arm as you walked back to Your&Carmy’s shared Condo Building. The wildflower seeds you’d thrown on the little patches of grass on your walks to the train, along the sidewalk on your block had finally started to bloom. Adorable tiny little flowers in vibrant shades of blue, pink, purple, yellow, and white peeking out over the sidewalk's edge. 

Spring had most definitely sprung in Chicago by this point. Your commute whilst walking to work down Michigan Ave, passing the stunning array of tulips, had told you that fiercely every time you walked to and from the train this week on the way to work. It was finally Friday, and you couldn’t be happier. 

Carmen had been so busy this week- busier than normal. You’d usually just hang out with your best friends to fill that pathetic, lonely void while grading papers and doing your own assignments- but they were busy this week too! You were convinced the universe had bound you to loneliness this week, so naturally, all you wanted to do was get home, crawl into bed, and sleep- until Carmy came in around 2 to 3 am, and get that savored 15 minutes of cuddles after his shower, before exhaustion came over you again and you fell back asleep. 

You used your special key fob to get in the door of your condo’s shared building, which to your standards was very luxurious- it included amenities you’d never even thought of. You and Carmy had moved in together 3 months ago, it took a lot of convincing on your end. You and Carmy had lived on opposite ends of town, so every time you’d see eachother, (which was very often) -  it would be an hour's drive that he insisted- or, him losing the battle- and allowing you to take the train back all those stops. 

You weren’t particularly religious,  it was more just a personal preference - that you would be at least engaged before you were to move in together. Especially before having a mortgage together. You’d told Carmy this, and he’d given you the same answer each time over the last two years he’d been begging - “Baby we know we’re in love, you know we’re eachothers forever person - we tell eachother every day! We’ve been together 3 years, Let me take care of you” 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be taken care of- it’s just…you liked working. You loved your job, you’d went to school and earned a masters degree for Christ sake, and were currently working on your PHD. You couldn’t ever see yourself giving that up, and moving in with a boyfriend and him insisting on paying all the bills made you fear you’d fall pregnant, and then your professional life would be over. 

But, Carmen had insisted to you he wasn’t interested in children unless you were. You were sure at one point you never wanted them, but you were becoming more afraid, because seeing as amazing an uncle Carmen was, how naturally kind and understanding he was of children- it brought out something in you. It was so sudden that you could imagine turning your shared library / art studio into a nursery during slow time at work. 

You walked down the hall, in no rush to be home. The only presence waiting being your cat, Truffle, Carmy had insisted on the name due to his deep black fur. 

You approached the door, confused as to why you were hearing…music? From your apartment? You shook the hope of Carmy being home this early away, not wanting to be dissapointed. The neighbors downstairs must be blasting that same kind of jazz instrumental Carmy listens to so loud that you heard it through the floor. 

You unlock the door, and sure enough the music playing softly through the condo gets a tad louder but the first thing to catch your eye was the white and pink rose petals making a trail to the kitchen. You heard Carmy humming lightly, the sound of chopping on the cutting board. 

“Bear?” You quickly nudge the door shut with your hip, not even bothering to take your shoes off and rushing down the hall into the kitchen. Sitting atop the breakfast bar, was a vase packed with beautiful pink and white roses. 

He looks up from the cutting board “My favorite girl” he stops what he was doing immediately coming and taking the bags from your shoulders, setting them down before greeting you with a sweet kiss. He cupped your cheeks gently, pulling you in to him so you were flush together with his other hand.  

“You used our card f’that right?” He asked softly when he pulled away. You roll your eyes a bit, he had insisted you get a shared credit card, and that you purchase everything with it- and at the end of the month, he will show you the statement, and only pay a quarter of the total, just another one of the ways he assured every financial burden of yours was eased significantly. 

“Yes, what is all this baby?” You asked, motioning to the roses. “Did I forget somethin? Our anniversary isn’t for another 2 months” you asked a bit nervously. Carmen wasn’t a stickler for dates, but it would break your heart if you were to forget something important. 

“No- no. I just…just love you- I wanted to show you, and especially after this week I know I’ve been crazy busy, and I’ve been comin’ in late and leavin’ early, and…I just wanted to show my best girl how much she means t’me” he kissed your forehead sweetly and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks. 

“That’s so sweet Bear. Thank you I love you, this is…no one’s ever done this- oh my god- are those balloons?” You giggled, seeing heart shaped foil balloons tied to your chair at the table and he smiled proudly. 

“Mmhmm, the lady at the flower place said that - we can talk about it later. You wanna cook w’me? You can just watch if you want?” He asked, gently brushing his fingers through your hair. 

“I never turn down a lesson from the best, let me go get changed real quick” you headed toward the bedroom and he stopped you by your hand pulling you back into his chest, kissing your neck with wet open mouth kisses earning a giggle that you couldn’t contain. 

“Mmm- don’t go in there right now, it’s for later. I already got your pajamas right here” he said going over to the couch and grabbing your favorite pair of sweatpants and his old ‘the beef’ tshirt that to you was the most comfortable thing in the world, especially when he wore it to bed for a few nights before giving it back. 

“For later huh?” You muse, taking off your heeled booties and unbuttoning your slacks before peeling them off and trading them for your soft fuzzy grey sweatpants. 

“Mmhmm” he hummed in response and took your pants for you and your blouse and bra as well, bringing them to the laundry room as you put the shirt on and got your hair situated into a bun. 

“What are we cooking today, chef?” You asked, heading over to the kitchen to see there were little bowls of vegetables that have been precut and you gasp happily. “Stop- are we really?” You giggled. 

“I told you that it’s easy baby but you hate eggplant so ratatouille isn’t gonna be something you’re a big fan of” he chuckled. You had watched the movie with him, and told him that the ratatouille dish looked insanely delicious and that you wanted him to make it for you, but he told you your aversion to eggplant would probably turn you off the dish. 

“But there isn’t eggplant” you said looking over the dishes filled with various vegetables. 

“That’s right, this is princess ratatouille. I’ve been figurin’ out different vegetables w’Syd that would work for it, we finally got it right. We have zucchini and a few different squashes, and we have onion and garlic, tomato, bell pepper, everything you like. I think you’ll love it baby.” He said rubbing your back gently. 

“Of course I’m gonna love it bear, I love everything we make together you have the magic touch. So what’s my job?” You asked eagerly. 

“You my special sous chef, are gonna help put the veggies in and I’m gonna do the sauce” He kissed your temple gently. 

“Ok! Let me get my apron” You said, happily turning to the drawer you kept your aprons in.

“Wait-” he said, holding your arm. You look back at him and he looked…nervous.”Is…something wrong?” You questioned, brows furrowed slightly in concern.

“No- no I um….i got you a new one” he said sheepishly, walking over to the island and opening up the cupboard beneath you never used. 

“Oh- ok..Leveling up are we?” You joked, happily leaning against the counter. 

“Jesus-” he chuckled, “Close y’r fuckin eyes- carnival psychic” he teases and you laughed, obliging and closing your eyes.

“Carnival psychic?” you asked and he came over gently putting bundle of fabric in your awaiting hands.

“I swear t’god- you went snoopin’? Open your eyes” he said. You opened your eyes, looking into your hands and seeing an apron. It was white, just like his, and folded perfectly. In thick black letters, intricately painted, ‘ Will You Marry Me? ‘ Adorned with a little red heart over the center pocket that had a square shaped bump.

You felt all of the blood leave your face, your knees feeling wobbly, your mouth gaping in to an O shape, as you stare down at the apron. “Where did you get this?” you whispered, completely awestruck. 

“I-I…um…made it?” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I- shit. Fuck- is this not how you pictured it? I’m so fuckin sorry babe- I-I thought…I dunno- like.. You wanted it private? Cause I know you said you’d never-” he’s interrupted by your lips crashing on his in a fervent wanting kiss, a mix of spit and teeth and lips and tongues, he moans softly into your mouth, squeezing your waist.

You were pressed together so firmly that the small box dug into your ribs, eventually pulling away from him with shaking hands and reaching into the pocket, pulling out the small black velvet box. You ever so carefully opened it, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the absolutely breathtaking ring.

“I-it’s not uh..not a diamond- cause I know you said-” you interrupt him

“Princesses and Queens don’t wear diamonds, they wear crystals” you finished, staring at the beautifully cut opal, at least 8 carats, banded by a intricate edwardian band… nothing short of a ring for a Goddess.

“But..But- this one…it does- it has both…because uh” he swallows thickly. “It…in my mind- when I s-saw it, it represented your soul, and your physical body.. And I liked that. Cause- y’re my diamond, but you’re also my queen, my everything, baby. Like how - how you said that…you wished your aura was opal? It is. It is, angel. And every time you look at that, I want you to remember that you’re beautiful from your diamond exterior, to your opal soul” he brushed his finger over the ring, before meeting your gaze once again.

He gently wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks freely, hot and wet and open. It was rare that Carmy genuinely used his words rather then his actions to express his love for you, so you were nothing short of savoring this. “Holy fucking shit” you laughed, shaking your head and looking down at the ring box. “Put it on my hand” you held your left hand out. 

He chuckled a bit, “so… yes? You will?” he asked carefully, pulling the ring out of the box.

“Are you kidding, YES! Put this ring on my finger and fuck me dumb- this is all i’ve ever wanted, Bear, I fucking love you- and youre asking if I want you to be my husband?! I’ve wanted nothing more for two years- at least!” you shake your left hand for emphasis, a wide large grin on your face.

He carefully slid the ring over your manicured finger, and it just made you cry more how it fit perfectly. “How do you know my size?!” you asked, since most of the vintage rings he'd bought you were adjustable so it didn't matter the size of the rings he’d gotten for you before.

He chuckled a bit, “so- y’re ring…y’know the one…y’thought you lost it at Chipotle like…ahhh- 8 months ago now? In the bathroom? Y’took it off at the table, you wore it on your ring finger so I had to take my chance. You kept sayin how it was like- the only ring you’d found that fit without takin’ it to the jewler. So uh” he dug in his jeans pocket, placing your beloved vintage ring with your starsign on it in your palm.

“I got that ring, based on the size. I got it uhhh…sorry dont be offended- it’s not new… I got it at an estate sale of this lady- it was crazy- the way I came across it babe… like fate. It was when Syd and I went to New York for that interview, she literally dragged me to this sale cause she said the lady who died was said to have a bunch of vintage fur and stuff she was looking f’somethin- anyway. We met the lady’s daughter- Stella? I think it was? Doesn’t matter… but she um..said her Ma was some crazy astrology nut, also said she only wore crystals. So I took a look… that was the first box I opened. And y’ring on my pinky, it fit perfect, so I tried it on- it fit like a glove. I’m glad we don't have to size it. Asked her if it was real, she said - her Ma told ‘er some…. Like life coach? Er- astrologer life coach author? Gave it to ‘er on a trip to Jamaica in the 60’s. Told ‘er ‘this ring will someday be worn on a hand proudly as a devotion of true love’- Miss- No! Madame ! Madame Stardust. Nutty name right?” he chuckled a bit. 

You smiled proudly at the ring, a devotion of true love indeed. “I think” you turned to the counter, stacking the bowls of vegetables together and putting them in the fridge as you friskily countered “you are not going in to work at all next week- wifes orders” you walked over to him, hips swaying. “And after you fuck me absolutely stupid” you grabbed his collar, pulling him in so your faces were meer inches apart “Oh- and we talk about how this mademe stardust? Confirms that our souls are indeed woven together like a fucking wicker basket” you kiss him roughly, weaving your fingers through his dirty blonde curls and tugging firmly. 

He moaned into your mouth, his hands trailing down and squeezing your ass firmly. You hummed in satisfaction, leaning against him and he stumbled back, back, back, pushing the bedroom door open with a squeak. You looked up, Breaking your kiss with wide eyes.

All throughout the bedroom, were printed photos of you and Carmy throughout the years, suspended with clear wire so it was as if the photos were floating midair. You clasp your hands over your mouth, admiring all the hard work and pure thought that had went into the gesture. You looked over all the photos, three years of memories hanging before you like a gallery of love surrounding you, all of your fondest happiest memories at every flicker of your eyes.

“Carmen” you whispered, walking forward and admiring each and every photograph…

He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Y’know how you said no work next week…” he said softly, kissing up your neck with wet, sexy, open mouthed kisses. “We leave Sunday… F’Cyprus” He said hotly in your ear, his breath tickling your neck causing a moan to escape your lips as he gently lifts your shirt, palming your breast gently.

“Is- is that-” you breathe out

“We’re getting a tour of Aphrodites Baths” he said softly, rolling your taught nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ah- y-you remembered?” you gasped, he let out a soft deep chuckle, Kissing the corner of your mouth and gently laying you down upon the soft sheets of your shared bed. 

“I’d have proposed over a year ago- when I got the fuckin’ ring if i coulda gotten us the tour sooner” he muttered into your skin, tugging off your- (his) shirt, leaving supple, gentle kisses over your stomach and up your ribs.

“Mm- are we- can we swim?” I asked hopefully.

He  gently wipes your tears away, “No” he said a bit sadly, “We can dip our hands… some asshole ruined swimming for people years ago…before we met…but- we were also gonna Parga Greece, baby. We’re spending 2 days in Cyprus, then flying to Parga on a charter- we can swim, fuck, do whatever in those waters baby. Amidst the Goddess of the Underworld f’five whole days” he smirked and you gasped, as if he’d gotten you the moon on a string.

“The Acheron River?” you whisper and he nodded, gently rubbing his thumb over your lips.

“That is the sexiest thing i’ve ever heard in my life- you’re gonna make me cum in the 2nd most famous river of Hell?” you giggled and he snorts a laugh, pushing you on the bed gently.

“Fuck yeah, you little fuckin’ freak” he teased, tugging off your panties and sweatpants in one swift pull, leaving you soaked and bare before him.

You gasped at the rough action, quickly being soothed by soft, sweet kisses over your hipbones. 

“I fuckin smell y’kitten fuck” he growled, kissing the inner of your thigh in the way that made you creen. 

“Shit- good- right? If y’compared me to a seafood market i’d break your nose” you teased, hooking the crooks of your knees over his shoulders, shivering when he leaned in closer, his hot breath directly over your clit- his lapis blue eyes boring into yours.

“That question doesn’t deserve an answer” he grumbled hotly, spreading your folds with his fingers and admiring the wet, slick, mess in front of him. “S’fuckin pretty princess- fuckin’ prettiest pussy in the world” he nearly moaned, burrying his mouth where you needed him most, eyes fixed on yours.

You couldn’t even make a sound- a hot breathy gasp escaping your slack-jawed stance as your head flopped back on the mattress with a soft bounce. “Mmmmm shit” Carmy hummed, satisfied with your taste as if he was devouring his favorite dessert.

“F-Ffuuuckkk” you whimpered out pathetically, voice cracking and bleeding out between the fracture lines of your hot intense pleasure.

“Mmhmm-mmmhmmm” Carmy mumbled confidently against your now firm clit, tongue flicking over it at a mind-numbing pace, bringing you right to the edge and hanging you there by a single finger.

“Ahhhh-Ahhhh-Fuck!! Carmy! Oh- ohhhh!!!” You whined, spine pointing in an arch off the mattress, your hips and thighs quivering and shaking wildly as your orgasm crashed over you like hot lightning before you could even warn him, or know yourself it was so close.

“Goooood girl, thats it- mm- my good fuckin’ girl- Y’gonna be my fuckin’ wife baby? Mmm? Gonna be mine? F’rever?” He grumbled, placing a gentle kiss to your clit before placing gentle yet firm pressure over it with the pad of his tongue that made your hips buck with a mind of their own.

He chuckled slightly into your heat, the vibration causing you to whine pathetically. “Y-yes-yes-fuck i’mfuckinyoursBear-y’gonnamakemey’wife? Yeah? Gonna make me Mrs. fuckin Carmen Berzatto?” you slurred, pulling him into a messy wanting kiss, soughing at the flavor of your core coating his spit.

“Fuckin- spit in my fucking mouth- claim me” you groaned. He smiled against your lips, pulling away slightly, a thick hot string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“So fuckin dirty” he grumbled with a smirk “Open that filthy fucking mouth” he ordered, getting quiet for a moment as he gathered saliva in the front of his mouth.

You obeyed him immediately - your jaw going slack, tongue stuck out ever so slightly and eyes fluttered shut. Then- you felt it, hot, sweet, salty saliva coating your tongue, you groan at the flavor as it continues pooling over your tastebuds. “Do not fucking swallow yet- greedy girl” he tapped your chin firmly, before pulling your jaw open wider with Tthe pad of his thumb. 

“Stick out that pretty little tongue” he grumbled, you obeyed with a smile, opening wide as you could, sticking your tongue out far, showing off the creamy white saliva he’d dressed your tongue in, so much it was seeping down onto your chin, threatening to coat the front and back of your throat.

“Good girl- that's my good little kitten” he purred, “How d’you want me princess?” he gently collected the excess saliva from your chin on his thumb, sucking it off his digit hotly as he awaits your response while you swallow gratefully, the taste setting your soul ablaze.

“I want you to fucking claim me, Carmy, holy fuck- use me, worship me, fuck me like a goddamn animal- whatever you fucking want- please” you begged after you’d savored the taste while you swallowed, his sky blue eyes going dark as navy slacks with lust at the admission. 

“Yeah? Why not all three?” he pushed you down to the mattress by your throat, not hard enough to bruise- but hard enough for the breath to leave your lungs and your core to throb so hard you were clenching your thighs, trying to give any solace of pressure to your swollen aching clit.

“P-please” you stuttered, writhing against the mattress and he chuckled darkly. 

“Are we a little needy? Mmm princess?” he pushes your knees apart with his thigh, aiding the throbbing pressure with his strong fingers, rubbing firm, slow circles into the twitching bud that made your hips snap into the mattress and head fall back to the bed, eyes rolling back with a sharp gasp of pleasure. 

“Pl-please-” you gasp out, spine arching sharply as he replaced his fingers with his mouth on your clit, 2 fingers slipping inside of you with no resistance due to the fact your core was so soaked it was beginning to pool at the dip of your bum and soak the sheets. The squelching as he pumped into your g-spot mixed with your high-pitched moans and frisky growls was absolute sin.

He opens his jaw wider, tonguing your entrance wildly and nuzzling his strong nose against your clit in broad strokes, randomly flicking back and forth quickly making you squeal in pleasure as you grind against his mouth, fully out of control of your movements as if you were a puppet on a string.

“H-Hooooo-i’m cumming- oh- don’t you dare fucking stop Carmen” you growled, grabbing his curls and pullinghim further into your core. “I’m cumming- i’mcumming-holy-holyfuck-imfuuuckiing-AAAH!” your thighs and hips shake and quiver, stars of ethereal white filling your vision.

“Mmhmmm” he grumbled, coming up and sucking your nipple with his slick lips, his chin and nose soaked with your arousal, so much so his chin dripped onto your ribs. 

“H-Oh-yes Bear” you whined out, head tilting to meet his gaze. “I need you- I-I need you inside- like- fuck- when you- you have my knees around your hips and y-you fuckin’- just drill me Carmy- I need that- need you deep” You reverberated wantingly, wrapping your thighs around his waist taughtly, making it easier for him to take you exactly how you wanted.

“Jesus Christ- I can’t fuckin’ stand y’baby. Y’re like a fuckin’ drug- it’s like I fuckin’ function unless I’ve had a hit” he nibbed your collarbone, quickly removing his jeans and boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

You gave him a mischievous smile, inching your hips forward. “C’mon- I don’t give a fuck ‘bout cooking right now- fuck me absolutely dumb- then take me to Sam’s f’r chocolate chip pancakes- sure that waitress will be over the moon bout my ring” you mused, capturing our lips together, as he scoops up your shoulders and holds you chest to chest, your third of many orgasms that night building throughout every muscle.

It was going to be a long night….

[readngandweepng]

mdni a very self-indulgent snake (zero escape) thirst post w/ a tidbit. ftm snake with top amab reader, no pronouns. usage of his real name btw. not proofread

thinking about him being a condescending dom oh my godd. making you eat him out at his preferred pace and scolding you for being too impatient. if you tried touching yourself it doesn't matter how quiet you are, he would know. he'd push your face away with his foot and shut his legs and you wouldn't get another look for the rest of the night unless you really redeemed yourself.

snake doesn't care for suck-ups or whiney begging, but he would enjoy hearing the little tinge of want in your voice when you speak to him. if he feels like you deserve it, he'll find you laying on your bed and would straddle your hips, giving you one more chance.

if he's not up for playing into the dom/sub dynamic, he of course enjoys just sitting back and letting you pretty much do most of the work. whether he's riding you or on his back, he's good with his hips, always managing to roll them into yours at just the right angle to have you grabbing at the sheets to steady yourself. he likes kissing you too, especially when he's on your lap where he has the upper hand. he likes to place his hands on your chest or shoulders and lean down to kiss your lips. you can wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing circles into his skin. he'll be so pleased he won't even mention how you're pressing him further down onto your dick when you prop your feet flat onto the bed.

he prefers a slower pace, and would scold you if you tried bucking your hips too wildly. when he's on his back he'll control your speed with his legs around your waist or a hand on the small of your back. on your lap he'll push down on your thighs to keep you flat on the mattress. he won't completely torture you though. he knows exactly what to do with his body to make you light-headed, and will without a doubt have you blow your load in no time as long as you don't try to rush him.

light gives long, languid strokes to your cock, always being sure to leave you wanting more. he'll get you dripping, reveling in the slick sound of your pre-cum. performing oral isn't really his style, but if he was feeling generous he wouldn't mind giving short licks to your tip, maybe even suckling on the head before pulling away with a sharp exhale that has you twitching in his hand. he sometimes likes to gently blow because of how you react, but with all the talking he'll do, his breath hitting your dick is enough stimulation as is.

i'm mixed on whether he'd like clothed sex or not. i feel like light would see clothed sex as a hassle due to concern of damaging or ruining his clothing but i also think he'd really enjoy keeping a button-up on. if you engaged in clothed sex, he trusts you to tell him if a shirt or pair of pants got ripped or somehow permanently stained. on the contrary i do think that feeling your skin against his is a very important thing for him, and with his heightened senses it pleases him to feel you react to his touches. not that he needs the validation, but it is arousing to feel you shiver at his breath against your neck or to feel any subtle quirks your body makes when he surprises you.

snake likes receiving slow, deep thrusts. he doesn't want to be pinned below you, but loves being close and again, feeling your skin against his. part of him knows the significance of condoms, he knows all the safety precautions and he knows he shouldn't have sex without one.. but he can't help but find the feeling of your bare dick inside of him to be one of the most pleasurable experiences of his life. it's the one thing that has him spiraling, and the only time you'll ever see him lose his composure during sex is if you hold his hips down and just pump in and out of his cunt at a relatively hasty pace, being sure to go as deep as you can before cumming inside of him. he'll arch his back, and with his mouth agape he may even let out a drawn-out moan. hell, his eyes might even open afterwards.

post-nut clarity probably hits him so hard after having unprotected sex, honestly being petty enough to give you the silent treatment for it, and yet it is never the last time it happens because he gets hooked on it and lets you cum inside him again the next two weeks later (he's very up to date on doctor appointments and birth control though. and he may or may not withhold sex from you for a while if you make a comment about his liking to it).

in a similar vein, rough sex isn't really ideal for light. quick fucks aren't that enjoyable for him either and much prefers when you take your time, mostly because he likes drawing out your orgasms. really, he'll switch up his pace at random, going from slowly rocking in your lap to suddenly bouncing on your cock only to stop before you get too close. even though he finds too much desperation unattractive, winding you up is one of his favorite things. it's not always clear whether he'll just keep you pinned beneath him and have his way with you, or if he's deliberately driving you crazy so you'll snap and take him how you wish. regardless, snake is in control, one way or another.

being blind, (besides touch) sound is a huge part of sex for him, which is why light enjoys unprotected sex so much, the feeling alone is enough to amplify the sound; he can hear all the slick sounds his cunt makes, whether it's your dick or your fingers inside him. he can hear your cock sliding in and out of him and along with the added sound of your balls slapping against his skin when you're fucking him deep it's almost overwhelming for him. it'd especially turn him on to hear the sound of you lapping up his juices when going down on him. he also likes to hear your heavy breathing and any moans or groans you make. after sex he'd even lay his head down on your chest just to hear your racing heartbeat.

snake himself is overall very quiet, with just labored breathing and maybe a soft moan or two if you hit a good spot. besides that he is very chatty, both in and out of the bedroom. he gives you odd praises that sort of sound like degradation but aren't really. he wants to egg you on and have you teetering on the edge of insanity. he doesn't want you going ballistic, but he gets smug when he can feel your cock twitching or your hips suddenly snapping into him in need.

snake really directs the pleasure to you, either by palming you through your jeans or placing kisses and sucking marks on your neck and chest. despite this, he definitely isn't opposed to receiving oral sex. it would be something to savor because of how overwhelming it can be for him, it wouldn't be a frequent occurrence. he'd enjoy feeling your tongue dive into him, spreading him open ever so slightly. he's extra sensitive, and even with a pretty high stamina he'd cum so fast if you sucked on his clit before he could pull you off him. he also tastes good.

on the topic of marks, snake isn't too fond about having you leave them on his body. he doesn't like the thought of having visible markings (especially bruising) on him since he can't see them. again to do this, he'd have to trust you not to leave them somewhere others would notice. this is the same with his hair, he doesn't like it being messed with unless he knows you'll fix it for him. over time in a relationship he may be more carefree about it and let you suck a spot or two on his neck. this will without a doubt earn comments by clover, though. side note, i think it would really arouse him if you gently nibbled and sucked on his nipples but he'd never admit it.

he has some good stamina, being able to go up to 3 rounds at most, that is if you haven't been doing anything but stimulate his clit, then he's a goner. light doesn't exactly have the highest sex drive ever, so unless you initiated it, sex would be kind of infrequent. basically you'll have sex at least once or twice every day for a week or so and then after that phase is over it's radio silence until you initiate it again. the built up tension ends up making sex extremely enjoyable however, and the longer you go without sex, the more likely he will be open to doing things like letting you dominate or cum inside of him.

he isn't super kinky, but i can see him being into having slightly risky sex when there's a chance you might get caught. he values his privacy very much, but snake also has a rebellious streak, and would be aroused by fucking somewhere you shouldn't be, like if you were staying over at a close friend's house and had to stay the night in a guest room. he'd make a game out of trying to keep quiet, even if you weren't normally loud snake would find a way to at least get you worried that you'd make noise. bonus points if you're on a noisy bed, he would ride you so good you'd grab his waist out of fear he'd wake the house up but at the end of the day, snake knows better.

even though i don't actually picture him wearing one as genuine sleep-wear, he'd look so pretty in a slip.

he loves the feeling of soft silk against his skin but he has some sheer, lacey ones just for you. you'll be getting ready for bed and see light step out of the bathroom from a fresh shower, he'd be smelling like pine and peppermint dressed in an elegant, bluish-white slip with a sheer lace trim. light is always confident, but tonight it wavers just barely enough to notice the faint tint of flush on his cheeks. the dress goes down a little ways past his hips, and when his arm moves out of the way to brush some hair from his face you can see it's cut on the side of one of his thighs.

for a moment you don't really know what to do, a thought passes by of whether or not he meant for you to see, but of course he did. he says something like, "well?" but you can't process it before you slowly rise and step in front of him. he doesn't move, but his breath hitches when your fingers dance alongside his thigh and below the dress, feeling for something underneath. you find nothing. you lean in to kiss him, pecking his lips and then his cheek before skipping to his neck. his hands rest on your shoulders, and he tilts his head to catch your lips again. your hand on his thigh trails up, this time over the fabric and onto his waist before giving it a light squeeze. your kiss catches his amused scoff.

daringly, your hand dips down again, but before your fingers can do any work light suddenly grabs your wrist and walks you backwards until you're on the bed again. he follows you, sitting on your lap. the dress gets pushed up to reveal more of his thighs, and you can tell by the smirk on light's face that he can feel your cock hardening beneath him. hesitantly you place your hands on his hips, and when he doesn't retaliate you take the opportunity to glide them across his thighs and legs, feeling his soft skin against your palms. he gently rocks in your lap and takes your wrists in his grasp to press them down against the mattress beside either side of your head. his lips graze your neck, his soft breaths against your skin making you hot. he moves up, his tongue now darting between your lips to catch your own. on instinct your hips buck and it makes him gasp. your cock is probably weeping, and even through your pants you swear you can feel his pussy aching for you.

he sits up, allowing you to take off your shirt. you don't even get your hands all the way through it before his knees are beside your head and his puffy pussy meets your eyes. you throw your shirt to the side before light sinks down onto your tongue. your hands find his hips to push the dress up for room, and against your better judgement you grab his ass. he shoots you a look before grinding down further, and you can hear him let out a quiet moan as your tongue dives deeper between his folds. you gently suck, making his back arch as he twitches on your tongue. you'll make him cum if he lets you, and when he's wearing a dress like this you know that, for tonight, it definitely won't be the last time.

[sturniolodreamz]

tour bus - matt sturniolo

based on this request - Pls do one where the reader and Matt decide to fck in the tour bus while everyone else was inside of target getting stuff, can Matt also be sub and have a mommy kink? Thanks youuu :)

warnings - smut, sub!matt, mommy kink, a little bit of praise kink sprinkled in

a/n - iv'e never written sub!matt or a mommy kink before, so you guys will have to tell me if you like it or not.

tags: @ashleighpray23 @sturniol0z @ethereal-lovers

Me being Matt's girlfriend, he invited me to come on tour with them. Of course, I said yes. We were now halfway through their month-long tour, which meant it has been a while since Matt and I were able to have sex, and we were both pretty pent up at this point.

We were on the road again traveling to the next venue, and I had been subtly teasing Matt all day. Little things like placing my hand on his thigh, slowly moving my hand farther up. Things like that, that I know drive him crazy. His breath would hitch, and he had to pull himself out of his trance to engage in the conversation, so as not to become suspicious to those around us.

"Baby, you have to stop." He whispers in my ear. I just smirk at him in return.

I decide to give him a break from the teasing, going back to the conversation with Chris, Nick, and Madi. It wasn't long before we got off the highway to stop at a Target since the others had some things they needed to pick up.

"Y/n, Matt, you guys coming in?" Nick asked us as he was getting ready to leave the bus.

I answered for both of us. "No, that's okay, we are going to just stay here."

Nick shrugged his shoulders and left the bus with the rest. Once I knew they were gone, I turned to Matt.

"So, it looks like we're all alone for a while." I said suggestively.

"Come kiss me?" Was all he said.

I moved to sit on his lap, and cupped his cheeks in my hands. Our lips connecting in a scorching kiss, both of us finally releasing our pent up feelings. His hands were on my hips, holding me close as our tongues clashed with each other.

"Are you gonna let mommy make you feel good?" I say, kissing his neck.

"Y/n....We don't have a lot of time!"

"Then we better get started, hm?"

He inhaled deeply. "Shit, how could I say no to that?"

I kissed him deeply once more before moving off of his lap so I could pull down his sweats. I could see that he was already semi-hard and sensitive. I began to palm him through his boxers.

"Y/n, no teasing, please!" He begged.

I made him look me in the eyes. "No, you do as mommy says, remember?" I told him sternly.

I was desperate to make him feel good, (and make myself feel good), so I gave in to what he wanted, pulling down his boxers and letting his dick spring out. My hand grabbed the base of his cock, slowly jerking it before leaning down to take him in my mouth.

"Ah fuck! Please, mommy!"

"Please what, baby?"

"Please ride me!" he whines.

"Have you been a good boy? Are you sure you deserve that?"

"Yes, mommy I've been so good, you know that!"

I moved again so that I was back on his lap, and teased his tip at my entrance before lowering myself onto his cock. We both sighed at the relief as I began bouncing up and down. My hands were gripping on to his shoulders, while his hands remained on my waist. Strings of curses left both of our mouths as Matt began thrusting up, meeting my hips halfway.

"Fuck, Matt! Making mommy feel so good..." I trailed off, lost in a trance of pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum! Can I cum?" Matt asked me.

"Go ahead baby, I'm close too!" I said, a moaning mess.

Within seconds we came simultaneously, him filling me up with his hot cum. Out of breath, we both stayed still until we realized that our time was quickly running out.

"Fuck, as much as I want to savor this moment, they are probably going to be coming back any minute, so we better get cleaned up." Matt told me.

I realized he was right, and not wanting to get caught, we both made our way to the busses bathroom and got cleaned up. Just as we were walking back to the couch, Nick, Chris, and Madi burst through the door holding shopping bags.

"Hey guys! You didn't have any fun without us, did you?"

Matt and I shared a small smirk.

Little do they know...

[starlightsuffered]

Forbidden (p1)

Info - forbidden love, trickery, accusations, getting caught having sex, unprotected sex, mentions of masturbation and oral, sex on a horse, cream pie, cock warming, mentions of injury, murder, cheating

"I'm so glad your family is visiting," I gasped into his mouth. I was riding his cock in my room.

"I love you so much, you don't know how I've missed you," Hal muttered into my ear.

"Darling, I can barely focus without you around. I hate this," I said as he slowly rutted his large cock inside me. I remembered how we started all this.

It had been three years ago, and he'd caught me in a spare room, touching myself. I'd been horrified to be caught. I thought he'd call me a whore, or degrade me for doing such a thing as a Princess, but instead he'd come to me and bent down.

"Next time you feel this way, call on me," he'd said before giving me the best head I'd ever experience. Sure it had started out as a pleasure thing, but as it continued we'd fallen for one another. When I'd been injured falling from my horse, he'd visited immediately to "pay his respects" but really he told me he loved me. He'd gently made love to me, so as not to hurt me.

I remembered how he'd cried to me the night my engagement to Lord Appelion had been announced. He'd begged and begged me to run away with him, but we both knew how badly our countries needed us. We couldn't do it. So now it was letters and hook ups. We were blessed that our countries were close.

"Just focus on me for now. How do I feel? I've been out of practice, with only my hand for so long," he said sadly. Whenever he reminded me of his loyalty to me, my heart soared. It was never something I had asked of him. I wouldn't have denied him the right to pleasure. However, he was loyal.

"I just adore how you feel. You stretch me out so damn well. I love that you marked me, you don't usually let yourself do that," I said as I lovingly brushed the purple spot on my chest.

"Because after I fill you to the brim with cum, I'm going to tell your father who I am marrying," he growled.

"No need to alert me," came a dark voice.

"Father," I said worriedly.

"You are engaged!" He roared.

"But I love Hal. Hal is a king, much better than a lord. Can't I marry him instead?" I asked. Hal was grabbing a blanket to cover my body. I wrapped it around myself so I could go to my father.

"Please," I begged, touching his bearded face.

"We're kicking him out immediately! You are forbidden to see him!"

"No! No!" I cried as guards entered the room. Man handling Hal.

"I'll come back for you my love, you have not seen the last of me," he cried. I wept on the floor and my father left me there.

We wrote to one another in secret. I used a fake name for him. I called him Timothy. He told me he would find a way to marry me. I told him it was hopeless. I was going crazy without him all my days were dark and grey. I missed my Hal.

"Your highness, we couldn't stop him!" Said one guard. "He was actually killing us."

Hal came in disheveled and bloody. He held a long sword out in front of him. He often said he loved how I didn't cower away from his angry side.

"By order of the royal Court of England, I am taking y/n as my wife," He announced. Only the king knew we'd been a couple. To everyone else this must be odd. I think Hal was betting on that, the publicity of the moment. The King wouldn't want to disappoint his people.

"You cannot order that!" Spat my father.

"I can, because your daughter has stolen something from me, it is why I cant be faulted for charging into this room!"

"She hasn't stolen anything!"

Hal stalked to me, a foreign ferocity in his eyes. His eyes were always soft when he looked at me. He was a good actor. He grabbed my hand harshly and yanked down my sleeve. On my hand was a glittering ring he'd given me the day he'd confessed his love. It was Unmistakably English and expensive.

"She stole this, and it is much more valuable than her, but I'll take her in trade," he said loudly. He squeezed my wrist gently, to let me know he didn't mean what he was screaming.

My father was in a hard place. Either he reveal I had cheated on my fiancée and make the people think I was a whore, or he would have to give in to Hal's request.

"Take her then you malevolent scoundrel!" He snapped. Hal Escorted me from the room harshly. When we were alone on his horse he finally was himself.

"You're brilliant Hal," I said, leaning back into him as we rode.

"I'm just so happy to see you," he kissed my neck. "I had an idea on the way over here. Why don't you sit on my cock as we ride love."

We stopped the horse and he got out his cock. I lifted my skirts and he was soon nestled inside me. We began to ride again and the movement of the horse provided much pleasure. By the time we reached his castle we'd both cum many many times. We entered into our new life of love, as the castle doors shut.

[annievrse]

like real people

megumi x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: love can still find you even in your darkest hour. w/c: 1.7k a/n: megumi and reader are in their early/mid-twenties. this is a little different from anything else i’ve written in terms of the language, but i think i'm happy with it. i'm a bit scared to post this. i hope it makes sense, and if it doesn't, tell me, please :) warnings: angst, idiots in love, both parties emotionally hurt by past relationships, insinuations of past relationship abuse (megumi), ooc megumi, it's 4am idk please let me know.

“Is it so wrong to wish to love and be loved in return?” 

No words came before you. To say you weren’t expecting this conversation would be a lie — it was a long time coming. After the party, after you had blatantly brushed him off in front of his friends, Megumi couldn’t come up with a plausible explanation for why you did what you did. After months of dancing around each other, why couldn’t you commit to what you wanted when it was so very clear, Megumi?

“Megumi,” You weren’t oblivious to his lovelorn stare or his fingers fidgeting.

“Please,” He begged, stepping closer to you, his hands clasped before him. 

You screwed your eyes shut at his vulnerable state. Was it easier to remain ignorant of your apparent and lengthy tension? Perhaps then you wouldn’t feel so guilty about the impulse to leave.

But, standing before a man who had a hard time sharing his emotions and choosing to ignore them rather than help? You wouldn't do such a thing.

“It’s not wrong, per se, Megs,” You started, eyes trained on the hardwood floor, never meeting his pleading ones. “Maybe naive.” 

A sharp intake caused a shiver down your spine. “Naive?” 

You chewed heavily on your bottom lip and couldn't keep your tears at bay. "I just learned you planned to get engaged when we met, Megumi. What was I meant to do? I didn't want your friends to think I was exploiting your emotions. How I never knew until now..."  

Megumi sighed and looked away, shaking his head. He wanted to say that meeting you saved him. How you dug him out of the ground and breathed life into his delicate lungs brought him back to life. If you had never met, he would still be six feet in the dirt, a ghost of who he once was. Do people love others who have been damaged so severely that the idea of love itself is considered terrifying and not comforting in the slightest? 

"You know they wouldn't think that of you. And I didn't tell you because I was embarrassed and afraid. I know that isn't a good enough excuse for you because you've been in my life for so long, but it was better to keep it quiet. I don't know!"

He tried to keep his voice steady, always one to hold back his true feelings until he was behind closed doors — and even then, he would force them back inside.

But, as he looked at you, Megumi believed the possibility of admitting he loved you was far closer than anticipated. However, the fear you wouldn’t reciprocate burned in his bones so profoundly he feared they would turn to ash inside him. All he wanted was to love and be loved without the devastating consequences he had suffered before — if love without pain existed. 

Nonetheless, Megumi couldn't seem to shake the feeling of emptiness that had been plaguing him for weeks.

“Will we ever be normal? Will we ever kiss like real people do? Will I ever get to hold you without the looming fear that you’ll just pack up and leave?” He thought out loud.

A flight risk. You gave him a bitter smile and nodded.

“That’s all I am to you? Someone that you’re scared to be with because I’ve never ‘stuck around’ for anyone else? Do you ever wonder why I left them?” You raised your eyebrows in question. When Megumi didn’t answer, you finished. “Because they were assholes who just wanted someone to use, and I was at their disposal.”

Megumi grimaced at your choice of words but understood. It had taken him almost a year, but he finally understood your greatest anxieties. “I would never use you.” 

You sniffled, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I know that, but I'm still paranoid. Leave before you get left, isn’t that what they say?” 

The room was silent for a moment while you both collected yourselves. In contemplation, Megumi ran his hands over his dark hair, and you picked at your nails. 

“I’m sorry,” Megumi mumbled, wiping at his cheeks where stray tears had left salty trails. “I’m sorry for offending you. I didn’t mean it like that. My anxiety is not on you at all; it’s not your fault, and I’ll apologise for the rest of my life if that will make up for my sheer ignorance.” 

You shrugged half-heartedly, a smile tugging at your lips. “I’m sorry for calling you naive. It’s not true. Love is humanity’s greatest desire, and you are entirely valid for wanting such things, especially after your ex..." You narrowed your eyes at him softly.

Unspoken words hung in the air like smoke. His past relationship was calamitous, and her name was never spoken amongst his friends again after they found out what had happened. She was referred to as ‘she who must not be named’ in his friend group, but that was the only joke. Nothing she did to Megumi was laughable. 

The kitchen light was flickering, you noticed. You'd have to change the bulb.

“I bet you regret meeting me,” He smiled fleetingly. You looked at him quizzically. “Anyone else wouldn’t be insulting you in your kitchen.” 

“I'll never regret meeting you, Megumi,” You took his hand in yours. “And you didn’t insult me. Yes, it hurts, but it’s a harsh truth I have to swallow. I have to understand that not everyone is out to get me. It'll take some time, but I wish to get there someday.”  

“And I'll help you believe that, okay? I won't leave you. Not now, not ever, because you are my favourite person, darling. And should I ever leave you, let me die the most painful death because you deserve a great deal of love — more than I could ever give you, but I will try my best, alright?” 

You nodded, reeling with the weight of his words. He spoke with such comprehension it had you reeling — had he ever confessed his feelings for someone like this before? So thought out and with a pleading look in his eye that made your chest hurt?

Instead of wondering about him, you pulled Megumi closer by his jacket collar, which you realised he never took off when he got to your apartment. Pushing the jacket over his shoulders, you placed the garment on the kitchen counter. Your tear-stained cheeks were glossy under the yellowing ceiling light, and Megumi pulled you back to him, running his fingers over your face to wipe away the streams.

A switch flipped, and suddenly, it felt like the world would end if Megumi didn't tell you his deepest longings. He would lose you if he didn't express how much he had come to care for you. You couldn't take chances in a world full of Jujutsu, especially when the one you loved was tiptoeing the line of death every day.

“I don’t want to not be with you, and it was never my intention to insinuate that. I have a lot of love to give, but I’ve given it to the wrong people in the past who never acknowledged or appreciated it. But I’m ready to give it to you,” Megumi muttered. It required abundant courage to say it, but Megumi was glad he didn’t hold back once it was out — his father would be disgusted if he saw his son now.

The room's atmosphere had changed dramatically, and all hostility once felt in your stomach had dissipated. This was a time of reassuring each other that their greatest fears would not trouble them as long as they were together. 

“I adore you,” Megumi whispered, his heart beating out of his chest. “And I’m not just saying that because of our argument. I’m telling you that I never meant for us to end; I was just getting started with you when I walked through that door tonight. Never mind if you brushed me off at some stupid party.”

Your face heated with shame at the memory. “I'm sorry, I panicked.” 

Megumi nodded in understanding. “I know. And I’m here to tell you that there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll be on your side, always.” 

Lifting your head from his chest and resting your finger on his lips, you shook your head. “My turn.” 

Megumi’s eyebrows raised slightly, and he nodded. 

“Enough consoling me, okay? You need to know that you’re the one for me, too, so you don’t spiral again and start doubting my love for you and your own for me,” Megumi flushed. “You are the most remarkable man I’ve ever met, and no amount of scepticism would deter me from you because you’re all I want. I love you, okay? I will live and die for the moments we share because I treasure them the most out of everything I do. You are love, and I want to drown myself in you for the rest of our lives if you let me.” 

It was silent. Megumi’s heartbeat was so quick he almost couldn’t feel it. You love him. 

You ignored his blank stare and continued. “You don’t have to say it yet, but I know you do. And if it turns out you don’t love me as much as I, you, I will live on my own for the remainder of time because I know that I had the most incredible love in the universe with you, and I would be content with that. Nobody else could make me feel the way you do.” 

Megumi squeezed his eyes shut until he saw stars and then sighed. “You mean so much to me. I’m sorry I can’t find a way to tell you yet, but I will. I know it in my soul.”

“You already have,” You hugged him tighter, and Megumi rubbed his large hands up and down your back. 

The kitchen light had stopped flickering.

“Why can’t we have a relationship like real people? Because I’m starting to think we’re living in some sort of hallucination together,” You mumbled, giggles slipping from your lips.

Megumi’s chest vibrated with low laughter, but the action rattled his bones. “We’ll figure it out. We're not like real people anyway.”

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playlist: like real people do - hozier — this is me trying - taylor swift — labyrinth - taylor swift — snow on the beach - taylor swift (w lana del rey)

[fiyaerrigan]

wait hang on all of these options sound cool as hell. can i be greedy and get a 🦸‍♂️ and a 🕑, please?

re: this post

(be greedy all you want with these, lol! i know i take forever to answer them but unless i'm really in a slump for the specific fic i WILL try to answer for all the fics included in an ask =D)

🦸‍♂️ for the Superpower AU feat. nonpilot!flying!tommy, mentor!bobby, and a buck who might literally have too much of an effect on the people around him.

Here's some of the aforementioned mentor!bobby, now with a shocking lack of dialogue tags bc i am a lazy fuck!

“You can't force yourself to feel the same as someone else,” “Maybe you can't, old man, but last time I checked, our powers work differently.” “They're similar enough. Why don't I backtrack on that last bit? Maybe then you’ll get it through your thick skull: under no circumstances should you force your empathic abilities. That's how you get people killed.” “C'mon, no one's gonna die because I had to stretch my feelings a little to save them. I'm saving them. It's not like I'm gonna decide it isn't worth it mid-link and leave them to the wolves.” “It wouldn't be up to you. Your version of ‘stretching your feelings’ means putting yourself in danger just to link up to victims we could've reached anyhow. Add the stress you put yourself under to the fact that you can barely get a solid hold on five vics at once—you're gonna wear yourself out sooner or later.” “So you were lying when you told Judge Grant you had faith in me.” “Oh, I wasn't lying, kid. That faith’s just tempered with a healthy dose of skepticism, because for some reason you insist on amping up your fear response to the point where your heart’s two seconds from beating out your chest.” “Don’t exaggerate, okay? I get the memo. I’ll dial it down—a little bit—from now on.”

bone apple teeth? onto the next fic!

🕑 for the Time Traveler!Tommy fic feat. fall out boy title inspo, pre-118 buck, post-breakup tommy, and probably smatterings of the former tommy/abby engagement

this is (unfortunately) just a very small bit of dialogue, but I wanted to post it anyway since I had to sideline @itsthecityoftheflower @the-obnoxious-sibling @sunsetandevningstar and @ladyeyrewrites who all asked for 🕑in a previous post

“Hey,” came a voice to his left, and Tommy’s gut filled with pure, unadulterated dread. “Lakers Guy! Didn't think I'd catch you somewhere without sports coverage." Oh, you had to be shitting him.This was a completely different bar from last time! It was practically on the other side of the continent, as far as L.A. was concerned. “I, uh, had to call it quits at my last job," Evan Buckley Point Zero-Nine explained. "Owner couldn't afford the rent, but that's the beauty of pop-ups, right? I've got guaranteed employment—at least until summer rolls around. Anyways!" He clapped his hands together and slid something over to him. "Here's a drink, o-on the house. Wouldn't wanna make you run out so soon.” Tommy grimaced. Well, I’m gonna be running out anyway. Sorry about that. Himbo Evan was oblivious to the dismissal. And, yes, Tommy had to call this version of Evan a himbo, for the distance it added between them if nothing else. It was only right in this freak reality where his worst nightmares seemed to come true. —Including the nightmares where Tommy had to be an asshole, whether he liked it or not. “Wasn't sure what your typical poison was,” Evan—Himbo Evan—went on, “but I did remember it came in a pretty bespoke-looking bottle—” Here, he shot Tommy a look he definitely didn’t know was flirtatious. “Let's hope my educated guess paid off.”

*meme voice* it's not much, but it's all i have? alas. hoping inspo for this fic comes easier now that i have SOMETHING written down lol

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘

𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 (𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐗 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎) 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐅𝐈𝐂

SUMMARY: In which Tiana wants to figure things out her way, but Nanami is keen on getting in the way. (I took this way too seriously)

WORD COUNT: 14k

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏: 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏

Nanami couldn't read her mind, no matter how hard he tried, and he often did. And every time he tried to navigate the enigma that was named Tiana, he found himself perplexed as to why he tried so hard to untangle the mess that resided in her mind.

Brown skin, even bronzer eyes that shined with the same grace as the lonely moon on a sullen night. Hair in tight kinks and coils as they bounced around her shoulders when she walked down the tiled halls, lips in a slight frown, but not as deep as when she first arrived. Nanami didn't know what to expect when his cousin Charlotte begged Nanami over the phone to give her friend a job.

Now, Lottie was always known to get whatever she wanted, especially when it came to her soft-hearted (and bodied) father. Nanami admits that even he would melt at her request; he couldn't help it, he would spoil her rotten when they were kids and her request knew no bounds. It would also keep her from throwing a fit, which would in turn keep Eli La Bouff off his neck and make him obey her commands regardless. It was just easier to comply with her majesty.

But Nanami didn't expect Lottie to ask such a request. Giving a random woman a job overseas with no qualifications? No credentials, and barely half a cent to her name? Nanami had a heart, but he was also a businessman, with emphasis on the business aspect. There were so many things to consider; what position would this mystery woman play at the company, or how to properly accommodate her stay in Japan. Whether they would be comfortable in a place where it's mother tongue differed drastically in syllables and enunciation. He gave Lottie a firm-

"No. Charlotte," He rarely called her that unless he was serious, "I can't do that. And so suddenly?"

"Oh, Ken, please!" She begged over the phone, and Nanami could practically hear the tears splatter on the ground as she sputtered into the receiver. "I-I'm begging you! I-I promise I'll never ask for anything again if you just do this one favor for me, please!"

Nanami ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. He hadn't heard her cry in so long, especially to this extent. She was in turmoil, but this was a situation where he had to put his foot down. This wasn't something as simple as a new car, or an exotic pet that she was asking for. Lottie was asking for him to break so many rules and regulations for someone he had never heard of or seen before. To skip processes and engage in underhanded acts that went against his own principles. He was a man who was fair and just, and he planned to keep it that way.

"Lottie," He tried to soften his voice to ease her sorrows. "It's not like that. My job is a place of business. Not a charity case. I can't just go around giving out jobs to everyone in need all willy-nilly. It wouldn't make a very sound business practice."

"What do you need to know? I'll tell you everything-" Lottie sniffled, and Nanami heard frantic shuffling in the background as static popped in his ear. "She knows a lot about business- she even owned one with her-" Lottie stops, gulping down her next set of words.

"She owned a restaurant." She continues. "She was actually in the process of opening multiple chains-"

"And then what happened?" Nanami raised a brow. He leaned back in his office chair, the leather popping underneath him.

"W-well she...the business went under." Lottie seemed ashamed to admit this, but it was a truth that was necessary for Nanami to know, and he couldn't help but frown. "But it wasn't her fault-!"

"Then whose was it?" Nanami asked in a bludgeoning tone. Lottie felt cold, Nanami never talked to her like this. Even when he told her no, or chastised her it was in a much more upbeat cadence and in good humor, then she would get what she requested regardless. She wondered if this was the same cousin who'd give her the world on a jeweled plate if she asked.

"Businesses don't just 'go under'. Her irresponsibility is proof enough that she would be more of a hindrance than a help."

Lottie didn't respond. Just soggy sniffles crackling into his ear.

"What do you want me to do? What will it take for you to say yes?" Lottie pushed.

"If you're her friend, why won't you help her?" Nanami said, quite more harshly than he meant to say. "Your father has hundreds of thousands to spare- why come to me?"

"Tia is...a very prideful person. Believe me, I've tried, and tried, and tried some more. But she is so hellbent on standing on her own, no matter how beaten and battered her legs are."

Nanami scoffed. This kind of person sounded almost impossible to work with, especially on a team where multiple people are required to do specific tasks to achieve a common goal. If she decided to shoulder an entire project by herself and it fell through, or if she refused to ask for help from those more experienced than her, it could be disastrous.

"She won't take anything from me. Not now, and not even when we were kids. She's always been like that, and I admire her strong will. Sometimes I wish I could be as independent as her." Lottie sounded reminiscent, her mind reeling memories Nanami couldn't see. "But I'm not, hell, I'm not even mature enough to help her the way she really needs me to at this very moment. I can only rely on those around me and right now I am relying on you, Nanami. Please."

"Even if I said yes, your plan has too many holes." Nanami leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "What happens when she finds out we're related and you used your power to get her such a high position? If you know she doesn't appreciate your pity, won't this make matters worse beyond repair?"

"That's why she can't find out, Ken." Lottie exasperates. "I told her she needed a change of pace, new scenery, and she finally agreed to let me help her find a job out of this damn swamp. She doesn't want to leave, but she needs this, Nanami. You just...you just wouldn't understand."

"But in order for me to comply I need to understand, Lottie. How dire can her situation be if she's trying to leave the country?"

Lottie ignores his question, continuing to voice her good-hearted schemes.

"I'll be helping her send out her resume everywhere, but I can't keep an eye on her everywhere. I can't leave her alone, but I can't go with her, and I really want to. But you're so ideal. You can keep an eye on her for me, it's so simple and efficient, and-"

"And up to me to agree. I'm not a babysitter, Lottie."

"You used to babysit me." Nanami could hear her pout as she tried to conjure up justification out of thin air.

"When you were a baby. I'm not hovering over a woman. This is undignifying and unprofessional, and slightly inappropriate when taken out of context."

"Please, Ken. Will you at least give her a chance?" Charlotte asked in a soft tone, not in forceful or pressing matters like her other demands. It was almost humbling, a sense of responsibility ringing through her hoarse voice.

Nanami purses his lips, fingers drumming on his metallic desk.

"You've grown, Lottie." Nanami sighs, feeling his will bend at the hand of the woman on the opposite line. He couldn't outright say yes, but the possibility of saying no had shrunk to near impossible. "She'll still have to go through the process like everyone else, though. At least if she makes the cut, it will make it look more realistic on your end."

Lottie exhales sharply, nodding her head frantically on the other line, though Nanami couldn't see it. "Oh, thank you, Ken! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Her voice shrills at the end, and Nanami moves the phone away from his ear to protect his hearing.

"Don't thank me just yet." Nanami rubs his forehead, massaging his tense brows. "I'm not the only one who has a say in this. With the minimal credentials she has she may be offered an intern position, which can be beneficial because we offer housing; most interns are either in college or trying to stand on their own after graduating with thousands in debt."

"Intern?" Charlotte says, disgust riddled in her words. "Tia ain't everyone else, Ken. She's too good for a lowly job like that. I was thinking more like assistant or-"

"Charlotte." Nanami warns her, and she immediately clamps up.

"Right. Got it. Be grateful. Thank you, Ken! I love you so much!" Charlotte exclaims, an exaggerated "MUAH" sound followed by her praises before the line clicks.

All Nanami could ponder as the tone rang in his ear was what had he gotten himself into?

The question rang even louder when a few days later, he received an email titled "tia's resume :)", from princesslottie@mail.com; not only was there a lack of capitalization, but also decorum. Nanami gritted his teeth, temple pulsing as he sent her a text.

You can't just send me an email, especially to this degree of pandering. It's suspicious.

oopsies

Can you at least pretend that you care?

But i DO care ken :((

Send in her application through the website like everyone else.

shes NOT everyone else >:((

Just do as I say.

This situation gave Nanami such a headache, and seemed to stress him out more than it should have. He doesn't even know the woman, and her fate isn't entirely in his hands alone. So why did it seem to weigh on him so heavily as he looked over her stacked resume?

"Well, it seems she has good work ethics." Nanami muttered, flitting through the thin pages that seemed to make a short story of Tiana's life. The other executives at the table seemed to agree, some huffing in annoyance as they tossed the booklet aside while others admired Tiana's tenacity.

"She seems like a try hard, don't you think?" Satoru said, leaning back in his chair as he propped his heels on the table. "All these different jobs, all this experience, yet can't keep her own business from plummeting? Sounds too good to be true."

"But her letters of recommendation are all there." Getou spoke, eyes skimming the pages quickly, then pushing Gojo's feet off the long table with a solid thud. "They all said she was a delight to work with: bright, energetic, and gung-ho for whatever she wants. I doubt her previous employers would lie on her behalf, but most are in food service which doesn't quite translate well in what we do." He continues flipping through the pages. "Even so, she has some letters from previous professors, though she didn't finish her initial studies."

"How would a culinary degree help us anyway? What's she going to do, cook appetizers to appease our competitors?" Ijichi spoke, shifting his thin glasses.

"She minored in business." Nanami said with a wary tone, which he covered with the clearing of his throat before anyone took notice. He couldn't help but feel a slight tug in the back of his neck that made him shift in discomfort; torn between what was politically correct and following his heart. Acting as casual as possible, but not too nonchalant, but not too pushy. He had to let the chips fall where they may and be okay with the outcome no matter who got hurt. His eyes whisked around the table to view his colleagues' expressions: Gojo twiddled on his phone, his feet finding refuge in Getou's lap, Shoko chewed the inside of her cheek, and the others look either interested in this woman's debacle while some looked as though they wanted to be anywhere else but here.

"How'd she even open a business to begin with so young anyway, without a piece of paper to her name?" Shoko hummed, blinking slowly. "It took us ages to get to where we were, and we only own a portion."

"You don't need an education to start a food business, just yearly certifications and an up to date facility. Don't be dense." Mei said through upturned lips. Shoko shrugged indifferently, eyes heavy as she seemed to force herself to stay awake.

"But for it to be so grand? Someone with old money must have been involved."

"Romantically, to be specific." Gojo spoke up, his voice cherry as if he discovered a secret that was just too juicy to share. "A quick Google search tells you most of what you need to know." His eyes lifted from his phone as he slid it across the table to Nanami. The device halted right before it tilted off the edge into his lap, displaying multiple links to articles and news outlets saying most of the same thing; something along the lines of a new restaurant opening in the heart of New Orleans by a bright young woman. But his eyebrows raised in shock when he saw a dark skinned woman standing affectionately close to a familiar young man, poised in front of a large brick building with the words "Tiana's Palace" in bright, neon lights above the establishment. Nanami skimmed over the article summary, reading it aloud for his fellow friends.

"Tiana's Palace foreclosed on the one year anniversary of the estranged 'Prince' of the Maldonia Estate's tragic death?" Nanami blinked, eyebrows furrowed as he read the words. He clicks the link, eyes wandering over other facts and events that had been unbeknownst to him as the room filled with hushed murmurs.

"Remember Naveen? She was married to him." Gojo hums in content, lips slightly curled at the end.

"The runaway son of one of our biggest competitors, Naveen?" Ichiji raises a brow, unable to believe such a statement. "The one who passed a few years ago, Naveen? Are you sure it's that one?"

"I had heard he had eloped after being disowned by his family, but the fact that he kept his business and private endeavors so quiet even after his passing is quite admirable." Getou spoke, rubbing his chin.

Gojo tutted his lips while folding his lanky arms. "Apparently their marriage wasn't discovered by the majority of the public until a few months after his passing, and even now no one makes a fuss about this 'Tiana' woman. I'm guessing the Maldonia's kept it under wraps not only for them but to keep the heat off that poor woman."

"Naveen fucking died?" Shoko looked at the phone in disbelief after it was passed around by Nanami. Mei turns to look at her, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Don't you remember? We signed a card and sent a care package to Ralph's house?" Mei says. Again, Shoko shrugs.

"Where have you been for the past, like, four years?" Getou said while shaking his head. Nanami was intrigued, yet at the same time baffled by the information, all the more befuddled that Charlotte failed to mention a detail so important. He couldn't help but frown as he slid Tiana's thick resume away from him.

"This doesn't add up." Nanami spoke in a frigid tone. "His family refused to lend him a dime when he ran away, I doubt they would prop up the woman who caused their son to derail off his path."

"I mean have you seen her job credentials? The woman must have done some heavy saving." Ichiji said, impressed as he circled her name on his list of applicants.

"Her tenacity plus Naveen's keen sense of business probably made them a dangerous duo." Mei said in agreement, highlighting her name as well. "She had to have worked her ass off. It's respectable enough."

"And?" Nanami said. "We have plenty of applicants who have 'worked their asses' off for the lowest clearance level that we have with far more qualifications. Are we really going to let her in because of a connection with our competitor?"

"If you put it that way, I don't see why not." Gojo smiled keenly. "Seems like a win for us. The silenced widow of the Maldonia family working for G Corps.? I'm sure we could use this to our benefit, bump her up to an assistant or something flashy."

Nanami opened his mouth to interject but Getou stole the words right from him.

"We're not using a woman's grief to our advantage. If that's the route you want to take, then I'm voting no." Getou scribbled a quick "x" over her name, and turned away without a second thought. Nanami swallowed thickly. "Giving jobs because of status and connections is not how we do things, we go by work ethics. Bypassing all other levels and placing her into such a high position is absurd."

"But her ethics are clearly there, you can't deny it." Gojo argued back, and Getou squinted his eyes at his partner.

"You're trying to twist my words." Getou seethed.

"You're twisting mine." Gojo poked out his tongue in a childlike manner. As tension built on one side of the table, Shoko spoke up.

"I'm gonna have to say no as well." Shoko said. "Not because of Gojo's scheme, but realistically, she doesn't have any prospects. She never finished school, and the one business she owned failed miserably. It may have been because of grief, but it doesn't matter. If you can't separate your personal life and your business life then you have no reason to work with us."

"That's a bold statement to make when Getou and Gojo act the way that they do." Mei mumbled, but Shoko continued.

"Does she even speak japanese? Will she be comfortable moving across, not the continent, but the world? Will she let her grief cloud her judgment and erode her motivation? If she's using this job to 'run away' from her problems but ends up bringing them here, it could be an unnecessary headache. We aren't a social club, nor are we some sort of therapy group."

Nanami pursed his lips, his teeth gnawing at the fleshy part of the inside of his bottom lip.

"What's that then? Three yes' and two no's?" Gojo said, as Getou glared at him. Gojo's cerulean eyes landed on Nanami, piercing through him with a wicked look. "Nanamin, you've been really quiet. What does Mr. Logic have to say about all this?"

Nanami leaned over the table, thinking long and hard about this decision. The fact that he had power in the final say irked him beyond comparison. Too many pieces were in play. Lottie and her schemes, Gojo and his plans; everything seemed to muddle inside of his head as he voiced his decision.

"I said no, Lottie." Nanami spoke into his office phone, and the other side simply crackled in between the silence.

"You're dead to me, Nanami." Charlotte's initial excitement when her cousin called her with an update shriveled into something bitter.

"Lottie, listen." Nanami blew a huff of air past his lips. "You...you lied to me." Charlotte scoffed in disbelief on the other line.

"L-lied? I ain't lie about nothin'!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"You omitted the truth, that's lying." Nanami said in a stern voice that seemed to boil from his throat. "She was married to Naveen? You didn't-" Nanami looked around his empty office, hoping his voice didn't echo past these thin white walls. "You didn't tell me that. What the hell, Charlotte?"

"Yeah, because you would have jumped for joy at the mention of that." Charlotte said. "Why does that even matter?"

"He may have been estranged, but he was still once the heir of our biggest competitor. That puts Tiana in a rough position here." Nanami's foot tapped rhythmically on the tile as her name rolled off his tongue like the jade swells of a valley. "The wrong person gets their hands on information like that, and the quiet life you want her to live out here won't be as such."

"You said no anyways, so it looks like we'll have to try for someplace else." Charlotte said sharply. "Thanks for nothin'." Charlotte went to hang up the phone, until Nanami's smooth voice spoke through the speaker.

"I said no to her having an assistant position." Nanami interjected. "One of my coworkers wanted her to work directly under him, and I disagreed. She'll work as an intern for now. At least that way, she'll have a place to stay."

Nanami moved the phone away from his ear as Charlotte squealed like a pig on the other line, which made the corner's of his mouth tilt slightly at the comparison as he was reminded of her fascination with the color pink. He put the phone back to his ear just as Charlotte came to the end of her garbled praises and thank you's.

"-ank you, Ken! Thank you so, so, so, so, so, so much!" Charlotte gushed on the other line, her excitement returning tenfold.

"No need to thank me, I was simply doing my job." Nanami said with a sigh. When all was said and done, he still gave Charlotte what she wanted, even though it wasn't wrapped in a glittery pink box and instead in the form of a much grander favor.

"But I must ask, Ken," Charlotte said, her words dragging with a southern drawl. "Why didn't you just let Tia work under you?"

"No." Nanami immediately cut her off, severing the possibility from his own mind. "No, that'd be way too obvious, don't you think, Lottie?"

Nanami didn't understand why he had this premonition of impending doom lying within his heart. The foreboding feeling was so strong that it made him tug the collar of his ironed shirt away from his slightly damp neck. Maybe it was because he knew of Tiana by association, and didn't want to cause trouble for her, or for himself in the near future. They would soon be working close together, but thankfully not too close. Keeping a close eye on interns was more so Shoko's job, so thankfully he could use that excuse to get Charlotte off of his back. It would be suspicious otherwise; a man of great renown aiming to be promoted to CEO of the company interacting with an intern who wouldn't even be a part of the branch in his current department? It was so absurdly hilarious that Nanami wanted to laugh.

So why was he being put in charge of picking the poor woman up?

"Shoko, aren't you supposed to be picking up Tiana from the airport? You're late. Really bad first impression for the company." Nanami had asked the woman who was swamped with tilting stacks of paper, threatening to spill onto the floor of her office as she scrambled over each individual page.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Shoko muttered, not slowing for a second. "I can't right now. Nanami, you do it."

Nanami scoffed, raising one of his blonde brows. "You can't be serious? That's your job."

"Well as you can see," She motioned to the papers, careful not to knock them over, "I'm busy doing my other jobs. I know you have nothing better to do."

"Maybe if you didn't slack off and let your work pile up on you..." Nanami began, and Shoko placed her hands firmly on her desk, looking up at Nanami with a tired look.

"I didn't want her working here in the first place. I told you it was a bad idea." She reiterated. "You gave the final say in her position here, so she should really be your responsibility."

"Shoko-"

Shoko ignored him, picking up her office phone and dialing a specific set of numbers. "Y'know what, I'll just get Gojo to-"

"No, no. Nevermind." Nanami cut her off quickly, holding his hands up in defeat. The last thing he needed was for that fool to make her feel uncomfortable with his curiosity and overbearing personality. There was a silver lining to this; he could meet the woman his dear little cousin was so eager to stick her neck out for. "I got it."

"I know you do." Shoko says, returning to the papers. "And take the good company car. It works with everyone else. A ride in that luxury mobile usually makes up for most mistakes."

Most not being this one.

Nanami stood with a sign in bold writing labeled "Tiana", and he wasn't there for ten seconds before a woman paced up to him.

Her expression was anything but happy, but who would be after flying for almost a full 24 hours, and the ride provided for them, which just so happened to be the company she would be working for, was almost two hours late? Nanami's lips were pressed in a thin line, embarrassed and frustrated that he had to be the face of his company's, or better yet, Shoko's incompetence.

"Hm..." The woman hummed slightly, and Nanami's face twisted into a scowl. He knew what she was thinking; it was knitted between her thin brows. She was dressed for comfort, but still looked very presentable despite being held hostage in an enclosed compartment for hours. She wore a yellow tracksuit with green detailing, and her luggage was a forest green with brown trim; for some reason the design reminded Nanami or something of the early 1900s. She had large brown eyes, a nose that was scrunched in distaste, and that frown. That frown that resided deep within her pigment, embossed in her forehead. Despite looking so soft, she looked bitter, angry at the world, and she had that right at this particular moment.

"I'll grab that for you." Nanami said in English, grabbing the large luggage by its handle, brushing her hand in the process. Tiana muttered a "thank you", hesitating as the syllables spilled from her tongue in a foreign language as she clutched her chest.

Now from Tiana's point of view, she was puzzled, and a bit dazed from the most recent events. She received an email about an online interview after her resume was approved, and it seemed to go well, but she didn't expect to actually get the job. It was across the planet, she only did the interview because Lottie pushed her on the matter so much. But to her surprise, she received the position, and while it wasn't the only job she got a call back from, Lottie was adamant that Tiana chose this specific one. Tiana didn't even get to see what Lottie threw in her luggage as she shoved things in there, and the next day after she received the news she was out the door, headed to the airport. Tiana fought Charlotte on the plane tickets, but Charlotte claimed she "didn't want the opportunity to go to waste" and that "Tia should leave right now", so she allowed Charlotte to buy the tickets, only if they were basic economy with no added perks. After a 17 hour flight and then some, she was sure her ride from her new job would be there waiting for her, but lo and behold, here a man was almost two hours late to take her to her destination.

So CP time exists here too, she thought.

Tiana followed behind the man who definitely had more than an inch or two above her; he was pressed in a blue shirt with a very wacky tie decorating his neck and some loose khakis. A circular pair of shades rested on the bridge of his nose, which was very sharp. In fact, all of his features seemed sharp: his cheek bones, his jaw, even the strands of blonde that sprouted from his head and framed his face. Everything about him seemed so angular, neat, and pristine, he couldn't just be a mere cabbie.

Tiana let out a sigh, blinking as she took in everything at one time, and it hit her so hard that it almost knocked the wind out of her. She was in Japan. Japan, of all places. No longer near the bayou, miles away from her childhood home, so far from her childhood friend. So far from everything that defined her while simultaneously destroying her. But this...this was good. Maybe this is what she needed, to start fresh. To start over, even if this method seemed a bit unorthodoxed. She hardens her heart, blinking rapidly as she twists the lonely silver band on her finger.

Tiana was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize she followed the strange man all the way to the parking garage. She didn't ask the man any questions or anything; just followed a man who held her name written on a piece of printer paper up in the airport. She began to berate herself internally. He could have been anybody. What if this man were trying to kidnap her? Her mama didn't teach her to follow strange men around all willy-nilly. And while Tiana seemed to be having a battle with herself on the inside, Nanami swallowed thickly, the silence eating him alive as he opened the passenger door to let the woman slide in.

As he shut the door gently, he rolled her heavy luggage to the trunk, popping it open. God, she was pissed, Nanami thought. The tension was so thick it was almost suffocating. Not only was a new employee slighted on their first day in a brand new environment, but Nanami was sure that Charlotte would chew him out for making her wait so long in an unfamiliar place.

Letting out a weighted sigh, he adjusted his tie as he climbed into the luxury vehicle; sinking into the peanut butter leather, pushing the bronze start button, and letting his free arm rest on the wide console as his fingers delicately curled around the steering wheel. The ac whisked around the compartment gently, repelling the late August heat. Nanami glanced at the woman next to him, she seemed to be swallowed by the seat with her back pressed into it as upright as the midday sun, hands folded neatly into her lap, and ankles crossed as she looked out the window. It was so awkward that all Nanami could do was purse his lips. This is why he didn't deal with newbies, and it didn't help that he now had a personal connection with her. He felt obligated to go out of his way more than he usually would.

"I apologize for the tardiness. This isn't how we usually operate, and is a very bad first impression." Nanami tried to joke, but it fell flat.

"Your name?" Tiana turned to the man, again trying to replicate the language that was foreign to her mouth. The lack of confidence in her cadence didn't help, and it came out slightly garbled. She twisted her mouth as the man leaned his ear closer to her.

"Hm?"

Tiana felt herself moving away, clearing her throat as she gave up trying to communicate in Japanese.

"Your name? What is your name?" She said, and Nanami blinked as her real voice seemed to settle into his ears. It reminded him of Lottie's voice, but warmer. A fuller, and stronger tone like the wide trunk of a sturdy oak. The way it dipped and climbed felt like joyfully riding a seesaw on a summer's day.

"Kento Nanami." He said. "I am the CMO of G. Corps."

I knew he wasn't a cabbie, Tiana thought, but now her nerves became restless as they overcame her initial anger. She smoothened out her sweats, sitting up even straighter (if that were even possible), nodding her head. This man was the boss of her boss's boss. If he caught an inkling of agitation, he would probably fire her on the spot, throw her out the car, and drive off leaving her stranded.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Nanami." Tiana gripped her seats as she looked over at his hand. "My name is Tiana."

"I know." Nanami said a bit too quickly. "I reviewed your application. And had the sign."

"Right." She chuckled nervously, and the conversation died. The car crawls forward gently, as Nanami drives out of the dark garage, and makes his way to the busy streets. Battling the awkward silence, Nanami tries to revive the conversation.

"Again, I want to apologize for being so late. I promise this is not a reflection of how we operate as a business."

Much to Tiana's dismay, the man just kept talking. She would much rather wallow in her silence as they take her to the apartment complex, and avoid dry conversations such as this. But ignoring him wasn't the best decision. She turns to him again, providing her undivided attention as she gives him a clear and concise reply.

"I understand. A man such as yourself must be really busy."

"Well, no..." Nanami's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced back at her, then returned his eyes to the road. While her voice held a sweetness to it, the emotion didn't reach those wide, brown eyes. Nanami wasn't sure if it was towards him or something else, but a poorly hidden layer of resentment rested under her skin.

"My colleague Shoko was supposed to be the one to be here, and while it's no excuse, she found herself overwhelmed, so I took the task from her."

Though she knew it wasn't personal, Tiana didn't appreciate being referenced to as a task. She gives him a flat smile before turning back to the window, buildings blurring by as they speed down the road.

"How noble of you."

Nanami was positive the conversation had a giant "DNR" plastered on it, so he clamped his mouth shut. This is why Shoko should have been here, he thought. She was much more easy going, capable of lightening any bad mood, even the damp one he had to sit in for a few more minutes. Though Shoko wasn't a cherry person herself, she was always able to make someone comfortable enough to open up. Nanami bit the inside of his lower lip as they rode in silence.

In the silence, Tiana tried not to let her mind wander too far. She found herself repeating the same things over and over, practicing phrases in her head so she wouldn't make a fool of herself at her new job. Every time her thoughts drifted to places she didn't want to revisit, she'd repeat those same sentences again and again.

Hello, my name is Tiana. I'm a new intern from New Orleans.

She tried not to think of the subtle bumps on the rode, her senses suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of rough gravel underneath the spinning tires.

Hello, my name is Tiana. I'm a new intern from New Orleans.

She tried not to shake, gripping the armrest opposing Nanami, her nails bending into the leather. When was the last time she was the passenger in a car for more than five minutes? Were car rides always this long? Were the spaces always this compact?

Hello, my name is Tiana. I'm a new intern from New Orleans.

The ac was bone chilling, and the air was so sharp as she inhaled that it felt like it was slicing at her windpipes. She blinked, eyebrows scrunched as her vision became blotchy, as if someone had poked holes in her sight. Not now, she didn't want to think of this now. The whole point of this was literally to not think about it; to forget about it. To forget about all of it. She wasn't there anymore. She was okay. She was okay.

Hello, my name is-

"Tiana- Ms. Tiana...we're here." Nanami's voice yanked her out of the memories she had begun to drown in, and she felt immense gratitude for him breaking the silence she was so keen on keeping. As her eyes fluttered, leveling her vision, she saw them pull up to a gated community. It was quite fancy, reminding Tiana of the ritzier parts of New Orleans, but not as lavish as Lottie's home. Nanami rolled down his window, punched in a few numbers in the code box, and the gates opened gracefully as if welcoming Tiana into heaven. Tiana settled herself into the seat as they pulled in, tuning into Nanami's voice.

"Your apartment key, keycard, and gate code will be found in your apartment. You can change the code to your apartment door to anything, but the password to get in today is four consecutive zeros. Because we house interns and other employees, we do provide transportation to the different sites, including the main building which I believe is where you were assigned." Nanami said, glancing briefly at Tiana. He had taken notice of her subtle trembling, but chalked it up to nerves. It wasn't any of his business anyway, so he continued to give her a short tour of the small community. He circles the large pond and fountain, pointing out the pool which would be closing soon, the gym where you could work out, the bikes that employees could use at their disposal, the walking trail that outlined the entire facility. Tiana was impressed, all the buildings were white and trimmed in a sea foam blue. It was very pristine, modernized, and expected of such a large company. At least from here, it looked as if they treated their employees well. She twisted the silver band around her finger, the familiar grooves providing a sense of comfort.

"The main building is about a mile from here, so if you don't want to take the bus you could have a nice morning walk or use the bikes. Or carpool with others, you become very close knit around here." Nanami said, pulling up to a set of apartments labeled "A". As the car stopped, he shifted the gear into park and the engine hummed gently. Tiana lets out a sigh of relief, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and fumbling with the car door. After a couple tugs, she realizes it's locked from the inside, and awkwardly turns to Nanami.

"Oh. My apologies." Nanami says, hitting the unlock button on his side. The doors in the car click in response, and Tiana gives that same flat smile, lips curled into a long, thin line across her face.

"Thank you, Mr. Nanami." Tiana says, swinging the door open. Nanami swings his door open as well, both closing the door at the same time. Tiana is a bit quicker, waving her foot under the bottom of the car and activating the trunk to open. She then begins clawing at her luggage, dragging it out of the trunk, until it lands on the asphalt with a loud smack. Nanami stands there, watching her struggle, his knuckles on his hips.

"Would you like me to carry that up?" Nanami raises a brow, activating the trunk so that it will close. Tiana shakes her head rapidly, pulling the latch up and balancing it on its two wheels.

"You've done more than enough, I appreciate it." She says, flipping her yellow hood down. A heap of dark curls rest on top of her head, a few stray strands falling in front of those big brown eyes.

This must be the stubbornness Lottie was talking about, Nanami thought.

"I'm just doing my job." Nanami says, adjusting his shades. Tiana nods, turning around to walk away, but Nanami calls something out to her before she is out of earshot.

"You don't have to try to speak in Japanese if you're not comfortable. A lot of people around here speak in English." Nanami tries to reassure her. "If you need something, one of the admins should be able to help." He throws in. Nanami, even if he wanted to, wouldn't be able to cater to her solely, though that's what Charlotte intended for him to do. Tiana was not his responsibility, and it made him uncomfortable to think about hovering over a woman so closely. Plus, it would look so strange. She will just have to use the same resources as everyone else.

Tiana nods, rolling the large bag up the sidewalk, and begins hauling it up the stairs. Nanami stands there, carefully watching her to make sure she gets in without any hiccups. He watches her lean onto the door, punch in the code, and literally fall into the room with her luggage in tow. The door slams shut, and Nanami's lips turn upwards into a weird expression.

"Alright then." Nanami says, pulling out of the driveway.

"Alright then..." Tiana winces as she collects herself. She looks around the room, it being pretty standard for a single apartment. Tiana swallows hard at the word "single", walking around the tidy abode. Everything was white and beige, and accents of the same seafoam green outside the building. It definitely lacked the cozy touches of home, but it was something she could fix over time. The kitchen had a tiny island with a single stool, a silver fridge with a touch screen and other basic appliances. She flipped on a light switch, a bright white light illuminating the area. As she walked past the open kitchen, she reached the living room, which already housed a large screen television on a wide media cabinet and two couches. A pair of curtains blocked the sliding door to the terrace; Tiana had observed that little detail from the outside when they pulled up. To the left led to the bedroom with a queen size mattress and a nice sized bathroom. Then to the right of the entrance was a small office with a computer resting in a large desk, which Tiana guessed was for working either from home or off the clock.

"They got money, money..." Tiana mumbled, lugging her bag to the fully furnished bedroom. Her body was exhausted, and definitely jet lagged, but she didn't want to sleep. A small part of her was too nervous to sleep, afraid that memories would torment her during her time of rest. So instead, she found herself leaving the apartment as quickly as she came, and finding one of the bike pods Nanami was talking about. She picks one, scans her newly issued ID card, and starts pedaling. There was so much she had to do to properly get settled, and though she had about two more days until her first official day on the job, she didn't want to waste it.

So she busied herself, getting lost in the city Sendai, trying to familiarize herself with the large city. Finding nearby stores, markets, and stalls, memorizing the route to the main building, and even purchasing some basic necessities to get her through the week. The beauty about Sendai was that the city followed Tiana's philosophy of never sleeping. The daytime was loud, and the night was thunderous. So on the following Monday, she allowed herself to close her eyes for just a second in the break room, curled over her fifth cup of room temperature coffee.

"Tiana." A sharp voice caused her to jump, knocking the coffee across the table, and spilling into her lap. Soft swears leave her lips as she jumps out of the chair. The brown drink seemed to creep everywhere, seeping into the floor, sliding across the white table, and staining Tiana's gray pencil skirt.

"Shit, I mean, shoot..." Tians mumbles, running to the counter of the room and grabbing a handful of paper towels, the cardboard dowel rattling against the metal rod as she yanks on them. She scurried to clean up the mess, wiping profusely at the table, the floor, then her skirt, and back to the table.

"Were you asleep?" The voice asks condescendingly, and Tiana looks up to a woman in a fitted navy suit with a tie to match. Her kitten heels clicked on the tile as she stood there with her arms folded, eyes glaring down her upturned nose.

"It was my break." Tiana defends herself, standing and dumping the soggy paper towels into the nearby bin.

"I know it's your first official day, so I'll give you a pass. But you really shouldn't be so tired."

"Well, Ms. Misha," Tiana began, standing up over the petite woman. "I haven't gotten quite used to this new sleep schedule. I'm still a bit jet lagged, is all." Tiana said, swiping at the stain on her skirt. It was such a hideous blob on her outfit, and it frustrated her more than the obvious lack of sleep. The jet lag isn't the only reason she was tired, her sleeping habits had been poor for a while now. The consequences just seemed to catch her at the worst time.

"I saw you biking over the weekend. Maybe you should have used that time to rest and prepare properly." Misha said through a tight smile, and Tiana felt her eye twitch. Misha, her boss, had been on her ass like white on rice since she walked in at six in the morning. Upon her early arrival, she and the other new interns for the third quarter went through an initiation of sorts, going over company rules and policies, touring the building, then broken into separate groups. Between six this morning and 1:27pm, which Tiana noted on the clock on the wall, Misha was quick to pester Tiana all day. First she got dress-coded for her skirt being too tight, but how can you penalize someone for filling in their clothes in all the right places? Next it was her hair, and by God, Tiana wanted to pop the woman's mouth when she referred to it as "untamed". Then, it was her enunciation of Japanese words. Misha claimed she nor the other interns could understand her, and she will speak to her in English "if she must". It was just micro-aggression after micro-aggression, and no one stood up for her, and God forbid she stand up for herself. Misha would simply wave her off, walking in the other direction, claiming she had "better things to do". Now she was tormenting her on her break? Why was she keeping tabs on her outside of company time anyways?

Tiana clenches her hands, blinking softly, a wry smile playing on her lips.

"You're right, Ms. Misha. I'll be sure to take note of that."

Misha gives Tiana a pitying look, her brows furrowed as she feigned concern, looking up at Tiana through her lashes.

"I know it may seem like I'm being harsher on you than anyone else, and the truth is, I am." Misha says as she places a pale hand on Tiana's shoulder, causing her to shudder. It took everything in Tiana not to shove the woman off of her. "But in reality, this business is tough. The people are tougher. If you still want to be here at the end of quarter two, you're going to have to grow some tough skin, and take my corrections and run with it. I promise, it's for your own good."

Tiana blinks, adjusting the band on her finger, taking it off and putting it back on.

"I will keep that in mind, Ms. Misha." Tiana says through pursed lips, knowing it was a load of bull. But there was nothing she could do about it right now. She will take this situation, and run with it until she achieves her goal.

"Good." Misha smiles, flashing her pearly teeth. She glanced at the clock, pondering something before speaking to Tiana. "Also, can you run and go get some coffees?"

Tiana looked at the clock as time ate away at her break. Now it reads 1:35.

"But my break ends in less than 30 minutes?" Tiana says, then motions to the coffee pot in the room. "And we have coffee here. Why do you need me, again?"

"The managerial team is pretty swamped, and since you interns don't have too much to do today, it would be smarter to send one of you."

"And by 'one of you', you mean me." Tiana smiles tightly, and Misha returns the expression.

"Exactly! You were the only one I could find on such short notice, everyone else seems busy. You'll be doing us a huge favor, might even earn you a permanent position."

Tiana grimaced. The idea of doing favors to one up someone made her sick. She would much rather prove her worth through her ethics.

"Mhm." Tiana simply responds, holding her tongue. She begins walking out the room, Misha calling out to her as she leaves.

"And change your skirt while you're at it."

From that day on, Tiana became the resident errand girl, because the job wasn't dignifying enough for a grown woman. Whether it was Misha, other admins, clerks, even interns on the same level as her, people were constantly asking her to make coffee runs for them while spewing bullshit excuses to justify themselves.

"It'll help you memorize the city."

"We'll remember this favor in the future!"

"You can practice your Japanese with the cashiers."

"We'll treat you next time!"

"You're not busy anyway."

But Tiana was in fact busy. Not only did she have her own set of paperwork to do, but other interns and at some points, Misha herself, her own boss, would throw other tasks at her that were above her clearance level, and way above her paygrade. Through the oncoming weeks, she found herself taking her work home and completing it throughout the night, causing her to turn it in a day or two late. And of course, Misha had plenty to say about that.

"If you can't handle this much as an intern, then how do you expect to work full time?" Misha would say, right before sending her on a lunch run or something. But Misha wasn't the only person taking note of Tiana's slacking.

"Your responsibility, Tiana, isn't doing so hot." Shoko told Nanami as she lounged in his office. Nanami exhaled loudly, turning away from his computer and to Shoko.

"Isn't she in your department?" Nanami frowned.

"But whose fault is it that she's there anyway?" Shoko said, sprawled on his office couch. Nanami's frown deepened, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"See, this is exactly why you're always swamped in work. You're here, letting others tend to your job without your careful watch. If she isn't doing so well, and her admin is failing to correct her errors, shouldn't you go do something about it?"

Shoko stares at the ceiling, pondering what Nanami suggested before shrugging.

"Nah."

"Alright then." Nanami turns back to his computer, aware that there was no victory for him within this discussion. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Nothing, actually." Shoko states. "If she can't make it past the first quarter, let alone the end of quarter 2, her contract will immediately be terminated, and we can send her home. We're taking the long way to get there, and wasting my precious raise money in the process, but it'll prove my point."

Nanami folds his arms, a bit frustrated. "Your point being?"

"That she used us as a little getaway. She's a hindrance with a nice track record and we wasted our time." Shoko said, wiggling her ankles as she threw her head over the armrest.

"I think you're going way too far." Nanami says. "What's she even doing wrong that's got you so hellbent on getting her out of here?"

"What's she doing right that's got you so hellbent on her staying?"

Nanami was taken aback by the question. Was he acting too defensive? He shakes his, waving away her accusations.

"It's not that. You're not even giving her a chance. You're telling me she's the only intern who's out there doing wrong?"

"No, she's just the only one I constantly hear complaints about. And if that's all she has to her name, then I don't want to deal with her. Everyone else seems to be doing their job quietly, except her."

"Fine." Nanami says, an unsaid "I'll do it" echoing within his skull. This annoyed him to hell and back, and he didn't want to, but the obligation was evident.

"If things don't improve, she'll be terminated at our first quarter debriefing." Shoko warns. "If she makes it that far."

Nanami pondered those words, the memory of the conversation overwhelming his mind as he listened to Charlotte rant on and on about something her father failed to do. Suddenly, Charlotte asked the question that Nanami had been dreading to hear.

"How's Tia?"

Nanami clenched his jaw, knowing that his answer would be far from fulfilling.

"She's...alive?" Nanami says as a question, more than a statement, and Charlotte begins to fume over the phone.

"Well, that's the bare minimum, Ken. You don't know, do you?"

"I'm sorry, Lottie. I just don't have the time to cater to everyone-"

"Tia isn't everyone. She is one woman going through hell right now." Charlotte whines. "She doesn't have any close friends there, Ken. And though she keeps trying to play it off, I know she is miserable right now. She needs someone who's there right now, and that person can't be me. Plus, the time-difference early morning calls are causing bags to form under my eyes, and they are not designer."

"Lottie, what more do you want me to do? You wanted her to get the job, she got the job; I did that. But being a shoulder to cry on is not in my line of work." Nanami says.

"I'm not asking you to coddle her, just to talk with her sometimes. Let her know that someone is in her corner, 's all." Charlotte asks. Nanami sighs, thinking it over. This was bound to be disastrous. Nanami hadn't spoken or seen Tiana since the stiff car ride home, and that was several weeks ago. How would he just strike a conversation with her randomly? Not to mention how strange that would look to any outsiders, and that doesn't even take into account how Tiana will respond to his sudden friendliness.

"I'll think of something." Nanami promised, but he wasn't sure how he was going to keep it. It wasn't until a few weeks later on a chilly October night that the thought struck him again.

Across the street, he spotted her amongst the crowd; despite not seeing her in over a month he still remembered what she looked like, but admittedly she also stood out quite a bit amongst the homogenous citizens peppered across the street. Her face caught the glow of the crescent moon, a gloved hand gripping a forest green hat as the other clutched a matching trench close to her chest while the wind whipped through the lonely streets. He watched her flee into the market, then found his feet stumbling after her.

I guess now is as good of a time as ever, he thought, his hands deep within his jacket pockets. He crossed the street with a slight jog, running into the market. His eyes adjusted to the yellow lights as his gaze swept across the aisles. Pursing his lips, he begins wandering the store, his work shoes clicking on the floor as he passes the shelves. He began to wonder, what could she possibly be buying this late at night, and why didn't she go right after her shift ended? Interns didn't work a full day, and even if they did, they wouldn't get credited for it, which was the downside of this internship, and why interns had way more free time than full time workers. She should have had plenty of time to do what she needed to do, and head home, instead of endangering her wellbeing by commuting at night. While internships are easier, they can still be taxing. Maybe this is why her work has been subpar lately.

While her personal life shouldn't be of any interest to Nanami, if it affected the corporation, then it was his business.

Only because of that. Nothing more, nothing less (if you didn't count Charlotte's death threats).

Suddenly, Nanami bumped into something, or rather, someone bumped into him. Nanami looked down, being met with those brown eyes that seemed to cause him so much duress lately. Tiana looked surprised for a moment, then that frown. That same frown she had when they first met. Nanami had no clue why she seemed so dissatisfied to see him. Nanami scoffed inwardly. It's not like he showed up late to the store to pick her up tonight or something.

"Oh." Tiana says softly. "Hello Mr. Nanami, funny seeing you here."

"Well, for something so funny, you don't look amused."

"Hm." Tiana's shoulders bounce subtly as soft air blows through her nose.

Nanami tilts his head slightly. Was that supposed to be a laugh?

"You're out late." Nanami obviously states, unable to make his observation sound smooth.

"Just...making groceries."

Nanami blinks at Tiana's short answers. She left no opening to extend the conversation, making it obvious she didn't want to be bothered. Nanami could practically hear Charlotte's voice squealing at him in his head, mixed with this sense of obligation that he couldn't seem to shake.

"What for? If you don't mind me asking."

Tiana's eyebrows relax slightly as she looks up at the man. I do mind, she told herself, but a part of her knew that wasn't the full truth. Her past few weeks had been so hellish, that she doubted she would ever have a friendly conversation with anyone here. She had been so used to being on the defense, even more on edge since moving here, that the thought of someone just striking a conversation with her "just because" puzzled her.

She massages the band on her hand, sliding it on different fingers while she answers.

"Well, Mr. Nanami...I've been looking for ingredients for the Halloween potluck on Friday."

"Ah." Nanami says, completely forgetting about the event. "I had forgotten all about that, honestly."

"I thought you weren't too busy of a man, Mr. Nanami." Tiana chides.

"I'm not. I'm just a little behind on the task."

"A little late. Hopefully no more than two hours this time."

This time, it's Nanami's turn to let out a soft laugh, his head dropping slightly at the memory. Tiana was quite quick with her rebuttals, and to think a loaded tongue like hers would hide behind such a vexing expression.

"Alright, alright. You got me there."

Tiana felt a bit warmer on the inside for the first time in years. But the warmth was soon sucked out of her when her phone rang, and one look at the caller ID made that frown appear on her face again. Nanami watched her carefully as she swiped across the phone screen, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Ms. Misha. What can I do for you?"

Misha, Nanami thought. Why is she calling so late? And an intern at that.

"No, of course, I can do that for you. No problem."

Nanami was perplexed. He watched Tiana finish the phone call, frown and all as she shoved her cell back into her pocket.

"Misha, she's one of your admins, correct?"

"Yes, she is. Quite the lady, if I do say so myself."

"I've worked with her very briefly in the past. That phrase is an understatement."

Tiana's eyes seem to shine when Nanami says that. A look of mischief followed by what Nanami assumed to be her version of a sly smile.

"Mr. Nanami, that isn't quite professional of you to say about your employees to an intern."

"We're not confined to the building, so why be defined by those titles?"

Another puff of air exits the woman's nose, her curls bouncing as she tilts her head to look up at the blonde. It wasn't a genuine laugh, but amusement lingered on the corner of her lips.

"Well it's true." Nanami says. "About Misha, that is. I'm sure you're aware."

"I'm aware of a lot of things, Mr. Nanami, and the things I perceive aren't really yours to worry about, are they?"

So it's none of my business, Nanami thought.

"If it affects my job then unfortunately it will keep me up at night."

"But we're not confined to the building, so why discuss such matters right now?"

There it was, that sharp tongue that Nanami had become perplexed with in such a short time. He couldn't help but feel rather impressed, intrigued; not a lot of people dared go toe to toe with him from his title alone, and even if they did, Mr. Logic was always the victor. But out here, under the light of the buzzing fluorescents, they were almost equals.

"Misha." Nanami says, ignoring her statement. "What did she want this late?"

Tiana's eyes shift to the ground. "Just a favor for the party."

"Are you sure? It looked like a lot more than that."

Tiana blinks, sighing lightly.

"Look, Mr. Nanami. I appreciate your concern, but I promise I am alright. Yes, there are some moments, but every job has them, whether you work across the seas or across the street. It's just an adjustment, s'all."

Tiana's voice sounded so reassuring that Nanami wasn't sure if she was lying or not. It felt as though more needed to be said than she was allowed to slip, but he didn't really have the right to pry, at least not right now. Her work performance had proved his suspicion a thousand times over.

"All right. I'll let it go."

"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me..." Tiana said, nodding towards the shelves. Nanami became conscious of how long he had held the woman up from completing her task. Nanami nodded, backing up away from her so that she could continue on without his pestering.

"Right, right. My apologies for holding you up."

"S'alright." Tiana shrugs, turning towards the shelves, but still glancing at Nanami over her shoulder.

"G'night, Mr. Nanami."

"Goodnight, Ms. Tiana."

The conversation left Nanami quite energized as he sat in the car, thumbs tapping on the leathered steering wheel, or maybe the right word was amused. The exchange caused Nanami to gaze through his window at the blue moon, which was carved into a thin crescent. Nanami stared so long that he could still catch its glow whenever he closed his eyes for a brief second. He wasn't sure how long he was there, before a blur of green whisked past his car. He sat up quickly, watching Tiana stagger with a plethora of paper bags. Raising a brow, he started his car, pulled forward, and rolled down his window.

"Ms. Tiana-"

"Jesus!" Tiana shouted, almost dropping the bags as she jumped at least half a foot into the air. Nanami winced slightly, feeling a bit of shame as Tiana turned towards him. "Lord, Mr. Nanami, you can't just creep up onto a woman like that in the middle of the night."

"I didn't mean to startle you."

"What are you still doing here?"

What am I still doing here, he thought. Nanami waves his hand, shrugging.

"I got lost in the moon." He gestures towards the sky. "It's kind of easy to."

Tiana huffs, a curly strand brushing out of her face, giving him a questioning look that told that she wasn't buying his story at all. Nanami turns back to the steering wheel, hands tracing it briefly before turning back to her.

"I was also wondering if you needed help. A ride home, perhaps?"

Tiana quickly shook her head no. The car was an automatic no for her, regardless of if it was Nanami or not. Nanami noticed the way her eyes flickered to the vehicle, so quick to shut him down.

"No thank you, Mr. Nanami, that's quite alright."

Nanami looked out into the dark streets. He couldn't possibly let her walk out here alone. The apartments were almost a 30 minute walk from here.

"Isn't it a bit dark?"

Tiana scoffs. "I've had worse nights in the bayous."

"I don't know how I feel about that, Ms. Tiana."

"What a gentleman you are." Tiana says. "But even a gentleman respects a lady's wish."

Nanami's lips skew to the side as Tiana refuses to budge. She then sighs, looking up at the bedazzled sky.

"I'm sure you'll relate to my sentiments with the moon. I like the walk. It helps clear my mind."

Again, that frown appeared, but it was much lonelier. As sorrowful as the moon when its beauty was shrouded in the earth's shadow. Nanami's eyes catch a glint on Tiana's hand in the moonlight, that silver band he noticed that she took refuge in when anxious.

"I understand." Nanami concedes, nodding gently. "Enjoy your night."

Tiana nods back, grateful to finally be let go. Nanami rolls up the window as Tiana continues her staggering stroll into the night. After a while of just her heels echoing on the cold pavement, she heaves a heavy sigh, one that brought a familiar sensation to her eyes.

"Naveen." She begins, but can't find herself to continue as his name gets caught in her throat. "It's been...a minute."

"I'm so sorry, Naveen. I know I only come to you to apologize, when my heart gets too heavy, but it's all I have the strength to do."

Of course, there was no answer. How could he? He was long gone, resting horizontally and abandoned on the other side of the world.

"Did you hear me Naveen?" Tiana called into the night, stalling her steps, waiting for her love to call back to her, to send her a sign, something.

"I said I am sorry. Please..."

She feels her knees grow weak, and pauses for a second, crouching down on the side of the road. Her stomach churned as memories flashed rapidly across her eyes. Reliving her turmoil over and over. The feeling of metal grinding against bone, skin peeling, screams of agony, and finally sinking in a bone chilling liquid.

"Naveen..."

The name didn't leave Nanami's head as he recalled Tiana's stubbornness, simultaneously dialing Charlotte's number. It was nearing midnight for him, so he was sure it was early morning for Charlotte. After attempting to call her twice, she finally picked up on the third try, groaning in annoyance while her voice was riddled with sleep.

"Nanami, I swear on all that is holy, this better be-"

"What happened to Naveen?"

Silence envelops both of them as Nanami awaits an answer. Suddenly, he hears the creak of bed springs, Charlotte sitting up as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"What?"

"Naveen...what happened to him?" Nanami repeated. "The articles I found don't say much."

"Ken..." Charlotte's voice softened, barely a whisper over the line. "You don' know what you're asking."

"I'm fully aware."

"That's not my business to tell."

"I'm not asking about Tiana."

"You are, you're just being indirect."

"Naveen and I were colleagues once."

"Competitors."

"Same difference."

"Nanami." Charlotte interrupts, so blunt it causes Nanami's heart to stall in his chest. "I can't believe you called me about this. That's...that's personal, and it's something I nor Tiana want to relive. It's not just Naveen involved, okay? It's...it's hard, and I don't want to discuss it behind her back."

"Was she- he in an accident? With a car, perhaps?" Nanami pushed, recalling his interactions with her. On the drive from the airport, her trembling and shallow breaths. The way she would rather struggle carrying multiple bags in her hands and strung onto her arms than take the ride home. Nanami could have chalked it up to being unfamiliar, but a tame version of terror resided in those brown eyes.

"I know you said she's stubborn and refuses help, but walking by herself at night when-"

"That's enough." Charlotte immediately shut him down, voice as cold as the tundra. "I asked you to make sure she was comfortable, and sticking your nose where you don't belong was not in that job description."

"That's rich coming from you after asking me for so much." Nanami threw back in her face, and Charlotte gasped.

"That is not my business to tell. It isn't- it's not and you're just gonna have to wait until Tia's ready. If she's ever ready."

Nanami grew quiet. There has never been this much tension between them, this cloud of animosity. Charlotte had never been this serious with him, nor had Nanami ever pressured her this much. It was like a damn one raindrop away from breaking and flooding their delicate paradise. Nanami clenched his jaw, looking down at his wooden floor.

"Now goodnight, Nanami. Well, it's morning for me but- well you get the point."

And the line dies.

Nanami tosses his phone onto his nightstand with a loud clatter. He leans back on his pillows, hands resting behind his head as he stared up at his dark ceiling.

Tiana was a mystery, a woman riddled with secrets that Nanami was cursed to deduce, and all he could do was place the blame on Charlotte to ease that nagging feeling residing in the throbbing muscle hidden between his ribs. Maybe it was because of her history, or maybe it was because of this usual amount of empathy he was beginning to feel towards her. It was strange, and that same strangeness seemed to lure him.

"She's so stubborn." Nanami muttered behind his cup, eying Tiana across the office. Everything was so lively in the main office: employees of all levels mixing and mingling, eating food and being grateful for their much needed break, even if the holiday wasn't as serious. People still took the opportunity to indulge in the recreation. Some were dressed up as simple things like black cats or witches, and a few went all out with fully organized costumes. And then there was Tiana, bustling around as if she were a server instead of an attendee, tending to others instead of relaxing herself.

"Who is?" Gojo said, trying to find who was in Nanami's line of sight, bright eyes peering over those circular shades that he wore year round, in every environment where the accessory wasn't even required.

"Ah, no one." Nanami concluded, walking towards the table filled to the brim with different foods. Now Nanami wasn't a picky person, but he didn't eat from just anyone's house. Some food looked appetizing, made with tender love and care, some looked like it was just stripped of its store packaging, and some looked rather repulsive. But there was one food that caught his eye.

A sweet, tantalizing smell wafted up towards him and it took him aback. He had never smelled something so sweet, yet at the same time it wasn't overbearingly so, it was as gentle as the tickle of a feather. He wasn't sure what it was, a pastry of sorts, dusted in flour? Or maybe powdered sugar? Either way, it kissed the dish like a blanket of fresh snow on a golden beach. Suddenly, he felt a gentle jab at his side, and he looked down to see those brown eyes.

Tiana looked rather warm; that same shade of green wrapped around her in a mock neck sweater dress that stopped right below her knees, and thigh high boots. She wore a green headband with two cartoonishly wide eyes on it, and lilypad earrings. Nanami let out an airy laugh, looking her up and down.

"Are you a frog?"

Tiana gave a slight smile, shrugging her shoulders. "How'd you guess?"

Nanami took another sip of his punch. "Frogs aren't scary."

"You're right, they're terrifying." Tiana said matter-of-factly, leaning in. Nanami leaned down to hear her, the scent of honey filling his nose.

"When I was a girl, I had a nightmare that I turned into one. Got chased by some birds, an alligator, then got lost in the swamp. Then to top it all off, when I woke up, there was a frog sitting in my window sill." Tiana said softly, followed by a nervous giggle. She shook her head after sharing the embarrassing secret, feeling as though she had shared a little more than was asked of her. When she looked at Nanami's face, she saw a hint of amusement, and cleared her throat.

"And what are you supposed to be?" Tiana said, motion towards his clothes. Nanami looked down; he was still in his work attire. He hadn't had time to go home and change like the majority, not like he had planned to anyway. Nanami raises his hands, imitating claws with a deadpan face.

"I'm every adult's worst nightmare." He pauses for dramatic effect. "Working a nine to five for 60 plus years with no promise of retirement. Boo."

And Tiana giggles.

Not the airy, single shoulder bounce she normally did. Though it was still restrained, it sounded as mystical as windchimes carried by the breeze.

"Very scary." Tiana says, composing herself.

"Yet not too far from true." Nanami chuckles.

"Is that so?" Tiana asks. "I'm sure you don't plan on staying here forever."

Nanami looks up, lips puckered in thought.

"That's not the initial plan, but who knows what could happen."

"Well then what do you want to do, Mr. Nanami?"

The question perplexes Nanami. No one has ever asked him what he wanted to do, not the chairman when he was thrusted into promotion after promotion without ever wanting the responsibility, not his colleagues, no one. He had never told anyone before, let alone been asked. Since Tiana shared a piece of herself, Nanami decided he should as well, at least to make things fair.

"To travel." He says. "Doesn't matter where or how. As long as the scenery is beautiful."

Tiana nods, soaking in the new information. Tiana didn't take Nanami for a man with the desire of exploration, but with their few interactions, she knew he was more than just a regular salaryman. There was a beat of silence as the two got lost in their own thoughts, until Tiana shook her head. She gestures to the table.

"I saw you eying my beignets."

"Ben...yay's?" Nanami says, confused. Tiana nods her head, her cheeks rosy as a small smile begins to break through.

"Made 'em myself. It was, uh...a favorite back home." Tiana's eyes flit to the side briefly. Nanami, while not knowing the specifics, had a feeling she was referencing her restaurant. Though there was this unwavering itch to ask, he wasn't supposed to know about that. He had to respect her boundaries, even if she hadn't voiced them personally to him yet.

"Really?" Nanami doesn't miss a beat, eyeing the pastry. He could say he was uninterested in trying it, but he would be lying to himself. Tiana nods a bit eagerly.

"It's been a minute since I made them, so I may be a little rusty." She admits, fiddling with a loose curl from her hair. "And the ingredients are slightly different...either way, I loved getting opinions on my cooking, so if you're going to try one I have to be here."

"Is that so?" Nanami looks at the pastry, and Tiana nods her head again.

"Well, go on. What are you waiting for?" Tiana asks, a glint in her eye as she waves Nanami away. Nanami uses a pair of tongs, grabs one, and places it into a napkin. He held it gently; it was so soft, and still warm. He raises a brow at Tiana, and she waves at him again, waiting for him to continue. Nanami looks back at the pastry, and takes a bite.

Nanami's eyes widen, then his eyebrows furrow as he chews the pastry; the outside was flakey but after that layer was soft bread, his canines tearing into it easily. There was a hint of honey, the substance mixing with the generous amount of confection sugar that dusted the corners of his mouth, the sticky substance sliding down the back of his throat as he made a loud gulping noise. Nanami had never, ever, never in his life tried a dessert such as this. It wasn't too sweet, and the thick dough used was fried perfectly. It was perfect for a man like Nanami who didn't care for sweets; something light on his palette. He brought a hand to his mouth, stifling the sound threatening to escape his throat.

Tiana, watching his expression, tilted her head. She felt her throat close, fiddling with that damned silver ban.

"Do you...you don't like it?" She asks softly, voice breaking as it was barely heard over the chaos of the crowd. She shouldn't of gotten her hopes up so high. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

Nanami coughs, shaking his head, quick to reassure her.

"No, no, I like it-" I love it, Nanami almost blurted out, but it felt a bit out of touch. "I really like it. It's really good."

Nanami watched as Tiana's disappointment shrunk as an unsure smile cracked across her face.

"Really?"

"Really, really."

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Tiana eyes him, suspiciously. "If you're doing this to make me feel better, then-"

"No, no I promise. I wouldn't lie-" Nanami pauses. He quickly changes the conversation, holding up the bitten pastry. "I'm not much of a sweets person, so this is perfect for me." He says, watching Tiana's face flow with pride. Suddenly, her eyes seem to fill with water, and she turns away, fanning her dewy eyes.

"Ms. Tiana?" Nanami asked, reaching out towards her. "Are you alright?"

Tiana was having a moment; one filled with relief and sadness at the same time. Her heart felt full yet so empty as she clutched her chest.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...it's just been a while."

It had been so long since Tiana felt anything but sorrow. She didn't know how bad she needed this.

"Been a while since what?" A smooth voice interrupts the two, and they both turn to see a silver haired man, arm linked with another man with long black and cat-like eyes. The one with silver hair was dressed close to a mummy, face covered in tan toilet paper and revealing a bright, cerulean eye behind dark shades. The long haired man had on a tux of sorts, a high collar cape, and fake blood running down his lip. Tiana quickly wipes her face, not wanting to be seen crying over something like this, especially with no context.

"Ah, it's been a while since I've been over the stove." Tiana says with a sweet smile, and Nanami catches a bit genuinity. Tiana sticks out her hand, her pearly teeth peeking from behind her glossed lips.

"Hello, my name is Tiana. I'm a new intern from New Orleans."

"Nice to formally meet you, Tiana." Gojo is quick to take her hand with a tight grip, shaking so hard it sends vibrations up Tiana's body. She voices her surprise with a slight "oh", but he didn't hear it. "I'm Satoru Gojo. I remember you quite well."

Tiana raises a brow as the long haired man takes her now free hand, shaking it once gently. "Suguru Getou. A pleasure to meet you. I was quite impressed with your resume."

Tiana's face flushes quickly, feeling awkward. These people had to be on Nanami's level to have gone over her resume personally. Awkwardly, she bows her head slightly, about to apologize profusely in Japanese for talking with them so casually, when Gojo stops her.

"Hey, relax. This is a party, not an interrogation." Gojo says with a shrug. "But like Getou said, we were quite impressed with your resume, right Nanami?" Gojo flashes a look to Nanami, who was clenching his teeth. Nanami wasn't sure what chaos Gojo was trying to brew, but he knew had to stop it.

"That is correct." Nanami said, wiping the white from his mouth.

Tiana nods deeply, not far enough to be a full bow, but still displaying recognition as she looked a bit bashful.

"Well thank you, I'm quite honored, and very grateful for this opportunity."

"Wow." Gojo says, acting as if he were wiping a tear from his eye. "That makes me feel so full, considering it's all thanks to me out of the three of us standing here."

"All thanks to...?" Tiana questions, and Getou gives Gojo a hard jab in his rib, causing him to keel over.

"You know better." Getou muttered, as Nanami cleared his throat, reaching for another beignet. He grabs one swiftly, as Gojo straightens himself up, wincing slightly.

"Hey, have you tried Tiana's homemade ben yay's? They're really good." Nanami rambles on, and before Gojo can retort with something to deter Tiana's credulousness, he shoves the pastry in his mouth. "It's good, right? Really good."

Tiana watches the exchange, yet her senses are keen. Obviously the silver haired man was discussing something rather private, and she was the subject of it. She purses her lips as she watches Nanami steer the conversation in another direction, avoiding her eyes in the process.

Gojo stops muffling protest behind the dessert as he takes a bite, and Getou takes the rest of the pastry before it can fall to the floor. Gojo's face lights up as he chews, humming in satisfaction as Getou takes a bite as well, nodding with his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, that is good." Getou says, going for another bite, before the pastry is snatched from his hand by Gojo. Tiana stared at the three men with a look of disapproval. Were these really the men in charge around here?

"Hey, that's mine." Gojo says, cradling the pastry delicately in his hand while shoving Geto with the other. "This is really good. Really, really good." Gojo tears his teeth into the dessert, swallowing between short breaths. Tiana's nose scrunched as Nanami shook his head in disappointment. But at least for now, Gojo was distracted.

"Can you make more of these?" Gojo said, a pleading look. "Can I place a personal order?" He bent down, getting really close to Tiana's face, and she backed up unconsciously into Nanami's personal space.

"I-I don't know..." Tiana's face was anything but pleased. She felt herself grow more and more uncomfortable under this man's glare. The pride she felt earlier had shriveled up and died. "I haven't really cooked or baked in a while...I don't know."

"That's a shame." Gojo said with a wide smile. "You sure you wanna work here? With food this tasty, you could open a restaurant."

Nanami felt Tiana go rigid, and Nanami knew he had spoken too soon when he assumed Gojo would play nice for once. Tiana didn't blink; she couldn't even breathe. All she could do was stare up into that man's cold, unforgiving, and prying eyes. Her lip quivered as she tried to mouth something, anything.

"Have you ever thought about that?" Gojo pressed. "Opening a restaurant? I feel you'd be very success-"

"Gojo." Nanami warned, and Getou yanked his arm, whispering a harsh "Satoru" into his ear. Gojo looked as innocent as a child as he shrugged with his lanky arms up.

"What? I'm just saying." Gojo said. He then cupped his hand around his mouth and shouted into the office, every syllable hitting off the roof of his mouth.

"Hey, everyone! Come try Tiana's ben yay's! They're absolutely delicious!"

Tiana couldn't quite understand everything he said, but with one mention of her name and the way the party-goers began to swarm the table, she could put two and two together. Her breath began to shorten as she tried to compose herself, her ear ringing with Gojo's words as people pushed up against her. Her eyes squinted close.

She felt as if she were drowning all over again.

As the crowd rocked to and fro, Tiana found herself being jostled like a battered raft lost in a rush of stormy waves. She wasn't sure if the feeling swelling in her chest was fear, sadness, or vomit. She had to get out of there, now. Tiana fought through the crowd, biting her tongue to keep the contents of her stomach and mind from spilling onto the floor. As she darted away, she couldn't hear Nanami calling after her.

"Tiana!" Nanami called again as he watched her headband get knocked from scalp and scattered across the room. Nanami furiously looked at Gojo, who simply shrugged with a goofy look.

"Are you serious?" Nanami seethed, his brows furrowed in distaste as he marched up to him, shouldering through the crowd, his hands balled at his side. "Was that necessary?"

Before he could get any closer, Getou placed a firm hand on his shoulder, giving Nanami a look of warning.

"Let's discuss this another time." Getou whispered, gazing among the crowd, trying to deescalate the situation. It wouldn't be good to have such a tense conversation amongst the party, especially with inquisitive ears around. But Nanami didn't care.

"You provoked her." Nanami said slowly, glaring at Gojo.

"I only asked a question." Gojo simply replied.

"What are we talking about?" A shrill voice said. Nanami looked down to a shorter woman dressed as a witch. It took him a minute to recognize her because it had been so long, but it clicked as soon as Gojo spoke her name.

"Misha! Right?" Gojo spoke cheerily. Misha nodded her head, but her attention seemed to be focused on Nanami as she stood uncomfortably close to him.

"Yes, we worked together last year." She said, looking up at Nanami with a sweet smile.

"Right." Nanami said, obviously irritated. He looked above the crowd swarming the table, trying to pinpoint where Tiana had run off to.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Misha asked again, bouncing on her toes. "Or was it some sort of corporate secret?"

"We were talking about how good Tiana's dish was." Getou smiled seamlessly.

"They were good." Nanami muttered, glaring at Gojo. "But now they've gone sour."

"Oh, well that's too bad!" Misha said, waving her hands, dismissing the comment without a care. "I'm sure one taste of what I brought will cleanse your palette. It's kind of like a soup-"

"I'm not really in the mood, right now." Nanami said, continuing to look above the crowd. Suddenly, he sees a flurry of dark curls whisk away in the distance, headed towards the elevator. As Nanami continues to try to duck around the people, Misha moves to stand in front of him, blocking his movements.

"But Nanami-"

"Not now." He says bluntly, gently moving her aside by her waist, and sliding past her with ease. Gojo stifles a laugh while Getou frowns at the interaction. Misha sighs in defeat, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"What's wrong with him?" She asks, watching him scurry to the elevator.

"Nothing." Gojo says, turning to Misha. "So where's this dish you were talking about? I'm still kind of hungry."

Misha gives a small smile, leading them down the table.

"Right over there in the giant brown pot." She says, pointing to a pot at the end of the table that had bumps and scratches on the outside that proved it was well loved. Gojo's eyes glint as he rubs his chin.

"I never knew you were a cook, Misha."

Misha gives a bashful smile, swaying slightly. "It's a secret hobby of mine."

"Really?" Gojo draws out, and she nods. They walk up to the pot, and Misha uncovers the contents, a savory aroma filling the air with a mixture of seasonings and a hint of spice, maybe some sort of hot sauce? The steam rising from the dish mixed with the smell made almost everyone in the area's mouth begin to salivate. Misha grabs a plastic bowl, scoops a serving in, and hands it to Gojo. Gojo eyed the dish, and tried to restrain from laughing as he swirled the dark contents in the bowl.

"And what did you call this dish?" Gojo asked, a rich sense of amusement in his voice. He watches as Misha tongues the inside of her cheek, then gives a meek smile.

"Soup."

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i have returned with a crackfic that i took a bit too seriously. you can read ahead on ao3.

it's good to be back.

-astro

[5iyoomi]

Hii I’ve never requested anything like this before so if this is too vague please lmk 😭 Can you do general nsfw headcanons for Timerra (Fire Emblem Engage) with an inexperienced reader who’s basically just letting Timerra take the lead? If you can make the reader transfem I’d appreciate it since I’m transfem but it’s totally okay if no. Again you don’t have to write this I just love Timerra so much and I need more content with her ;w; ty

Hihi it's not too vague so don't worry! I'm transmasc myself so I wasn't exactly sure how you wanted it written (i.e in reference to anatomy and stuff) so I kinda just went with the flow? Hopefully it's okay! ^-^ Sorry this took me a bit to get to I've been caught up with work and whatnot

Timerra NSFW HCs

warnings: transfem reader - 'sex' used for anatomy, making out, some fingering, idk general smut stuff lmao wc: 440

CAN I JUST SAY I LOVE HER SM AHHHH she'd be vv accepting and welcoming of your identity. I have tons of sfw hcs for that but that's another post....

I think Timerra herself would be kind of inexperienced, though maybe not as much as you are. But she comes off as confident so you're surprised when she tells you that

She won't rush you into anything you're not ready for, but when you pull her aside one night with want written all over your face, the first thing she asks is if you're really sure

She wouldn't want to unknowingly hurt or trigger you, so she'll try to be careful with her words if you say yes. Chances are she'll also just ask you what you're comfortable with that way she can make everything go as smoothly as possible

She'd start out really really slow, pressing gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth before claiming your lips. She always makes sure she's aware of your every reaction, mentally noting what you do or don't seem to like. She'll lace your fingers together and give your hand small squeezes

It'll almost be unbearable by the time she finally pulls away from you that way you can both catch your breath, your chests heaving and eyes glossed over. Minutes turned into hours that she had you under her, taking her time to map out the shy but eager way you seek her touch out, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and murmuring her name softly

When you give her the okay to go further, she's so sweet about it <3 she'll take as much time as you need her to, gently tugging down your skirt and stroking up and down your sides if you look scared or nervous

LOTS of praise and reassurance. If you need her to stop, then she will, and even if not she's still aware of your nonverbal signs and can tell if it's too much. She'll ease one slicked up finger into your hole, watching how your face scrunches up in a mixture of slight pain and pleasure, then still until you're begging her to keep going

She won't bring any attention to your sex if you don't want her to. Especially if it's something that you're insecure about. She wants you to know you're beautiful regardless of how you look, though

And she'll beat up anyone who says otherwise

"My pretty girl," Timerra smiles, kissing away the tears that threaten to fall down your cheeks. She's got two fingers inside of you now, the feeling foreign, odd, but you don't want her to stop. "You look so pretty like this, y'know?"

[thornwolfy235]

WIP 6 - First Intimacy

I'm going to post a bunch of WIPs in a row now. maybe with a little feedback I'll get the gumption to finish one of them.

A bit of info on them first. I wrote all of these in an effort to deal with an exceptionally bad break-up (might as well call it a divorce, we lived together for 6 years). A lot of these are "how it should've gone" type stuff. I was never able to decide if they should be a full chapter by chapter "novel" or just a bunch of oneshots within the same universe and make a collection of them in order or whatever. Maybe I'll drop them to Ao3 as well. They are all xfem!Readers with my blorbos Grillby and Gaster (though most have no anatomy mentioned, so you can safely read no matter what gender you are). I'd appreciate a glance through if nothing else.

As the title suggests, this is Grillby and Reader's first intimate encounter. For as long as this WIP is, it doesn't actually get too terribly far into anything, but I still have to say MINORS DON'T READ. This is mostly fluff and consent and experimenting. Quick reminder that Reader is female, though again it doesn't get too very far, not even below the belt. Because I take too, too long with descriptions and dialogue.

Oh, also, Reader and Grillby have become SoulBonded, which in my universe is like a deeply committed relationship. Kind of an engagement type deal?

CW: 18+

((needs stuff))

He leaned down to kiss you, first softly, then with more force. His tongue ran along your lips, seeking entrance. You pulled away with a whimper, not anticipating the sudden passion from him. Though his flames seemed normal enough, his eyes were nearly white. “Sweet spark, please…please let me see you. I want to touch you…feel you…claim you…” he almost growled.

You pulled back further, a mix of fear and want fighting in you. “I don’t…I’m not ready to…Grillby…”

He took a breath and shook his head, a little of his intensity falling away. “No, dearest spark. I’m not seeking to make you my Mate. Not yet. I just want…need to be near you. I’ve learned your mind and your SOUL, and now I need to learn your body. I need to show you that your trust isn’t misplaced. I promise I won’t do anything you don’t agree to. Just let…let me be with you.”

You swallowed nervously. The proposition was…very attractive, but… “I’m scared. It feels like everything is going so fast now.”

He dropped his head with a hollow chuckle. “I know, I know. It’s a lot right now. Our SOULs are likely trying to figure out the Bond dynamic as well, which is only adding to the confusion. I’m sorry.” He looked at you, eyes closer to their normal golden-yellow, if still a little pale. “I won’t do anything you aren’t okay with, I promise. My SOUL is just begging to be as close to you as possible. I want to learn you and show you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, you liked that idea a lot. You wanted that closeness, to try out deeper intimacy with him. Your nerves just needed to be eased a little more. “W-will you stop if I ask you to?”

“Yes, and I won’t hold it against you, either,” he assured you, voice as tender as you’d ever heard it. “I would never hold it against you.”

“Then y-yes, I want to try,” you murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. He put his hand over yours and kissed your palm. “Just…be gentle?”

“Always, my sweet spark.” He let you go, hands going to undo the buttons of his shirt as he leaned in to kiss your lips. “I am sorry for my forcefulness earlier. I know you don’t like open-mouthed kisses. I…lost myself for a moment. It wasn’t lust or aggression, just the need to be near you.”

“I-I…I think I understand. And you know I don’t mind trying them…I just still don’t know what to do with them…but if you want to try again…” you trailed off, watching his fingers work.

He paused, mulling the thought over, before resuming undoing the buttons. “Perhaps if the feeling is right,” he conceded. You watched as little by little his chest was revealed. As he finished with the last of them, you tentatively lifted a hand to reach for him but froze before actually touching him. He waited to see if you would touch him yourself, but as it became clear your were too nervous to try, he gently took your hand in his. He kissed your fingers softly before guiding it to where a sternum would be on a human and held it there for a moment. “Is this alright?”

“I’m scared I’ll mess this up somehow…” you admitted in a whisper, looking up into his eyes.

He affectionately bumped his forehead against yours. “You won’t. I don’t think you could.” He released your hand as your other one joined it, gently running over his chest and stomach. You weren’t able to look away from his face, strangely too nervous to see what you touched yet willing to meet his eyes. There was a solid, defined form beneath his fiery skin, though the shape seemed rougher than that his hands and face. They lacked human bone and muscle structures you were used to. No abs, no defined ribcage, things that made sense as you thought about them. He was magical fire; what need would he have for those? As you ran your fingers up along his sides, you grazed something cool, hard, and jagged. Alarmed, you recoiled with a gasp. “It’s alright, dear spark. It’s just a scar,” he murmured. He calmly shrugged his shirt off the rest of the way, revealing his shoulders, arms, and chest fully. What you had touched was a patch of black stone the size of your palm, its edges and cracks glowing red. There were a handful of smaller blotches littered across him, almost too small to notice unless you looked for them. “My form is fairly resilient, but some injuries do not…reignite even after healing. The large one was from a human mage with water magic,” he explained.

“I-I’m sorry,” you squeaked, set on edge by the old wounds and his suddenly bare top. He was much more intimidating this way, and it took you a moment before you realized why. The flames across his neck, shoulders, and upper arms flared high much like those on his head, like a lion’s mane unrestricted by gravity, making him appear much larger than you were used to. He looked imposing…threatening.

“Please don’t be afraid,” he said, startling you despite the softness of his voice. “I can feel it from your SOUL…I didn’t mean to frighten you…” Now ashamed, you held your hands to your chest as though it would stop your SOUL from projecting your emotions to him. “No, don’t…It’s okay. It’s important to me to understand how you feel. I don’t want you to hide that from me,” he said, putting his hands over yours and pushing them down.

You let out a stress-filled giggle. “W-wow, I really need to get a-a handle on this Bond thing, don’t I?”

“Stop, please. Just relax.”

“Grillby, you know telling me that is like telling a tree to take a walk!” you whined.

“Relax,” he repeated, now holding both of your hands. “Everything is big and new and you feel like you don’t know what to do with it, but I’m here. I’m here with you, and I’m going be to here for all of it. Take a breath, and relax. Tell me why you became scared.”

You swallowed and tried to do as he said. Your fingers tightened on his, which he returned, the pressure helping to steady you. “Y-your flames are…bigger. A-and that made you seem bigger, and then the scars, and what your SOUL showed me, and…I-I think it just occurred to me for the first time who you are…”

“Your friendly barkeep? Your boyfriend? Your SOULbonded? Because that’s who I am. The past may have shaped me, but I get to choose what I do with it. I chose to never don my armor or pick up a weapon again years ago. Now, I choose to be yours.”

You blinked back tears at the sudden rush of love you felt for him and from him as he let it flow through the Bond for a moment. “I choose to be yours, too,” you whispered.

He smiled sweetly at you. “I know,” he said, giving you a long, gentle kiss. He guided your arms around his shoulders, patiently accepting your trepidation as your bare skin passed into his flames, but like when you played with the ones on his head, they were borderline hot but didn’t harm you. “I would never, could never hurt you, my love,” he assured you.

“I-I know. You’d think I’d have caught on to that by now.”

He chuckled. “I’m patient. You have plenty of time to learn.”

You laughed with him. “Why…why are your flames bigger?” you asked.

“That’s what happens when fire is exposed to oxygen, dearest,” he teased with a smirk.

You blinked. “Oh. I should’ve thought of that.”

He laughed loud and long, hugging you hard. “I’m never going to be bored with you around, am I?” He caught your lips in a kiss before you could answer, then a second, more forceful one. You felt his tongue touch your lips and this time let him in. He explored for a moment, tongue touching the roof of your mouth, running along your teeth, before it found yours. You broke the kiss with a little gasp, still unsure about it. “It’s alright,” he murmured before you could apologize, lips finding yours again. He kissed from there to your cheek and down to your neck where he touched his teeth to your skin in the lightest bite possible. You whimpered softly, going boneless at the feeling, which earned a low chuckle from him. “Never bored at all,” he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of your neck with a happy sigh. His flames tickled your cheek, making you giggle. “May I see you, too?” he asked.

You felt yourself lock up for a moment before forcing yourself to relax. You were safe here. In fact, there probably wasn’t a safer place you could be. “Yes,” you whispered.

He eased you back, hands sliding under your shirt to rest on your waist. “May I undress you, or would you rather do that yourself?”

You blushed. “I-I’d rather do it, if that’s okay…” He nodded, thumbs rubbing comforting little circles into your skin as he waited for you to work up the courage to do so. Deciding to get the awkwardness over with as quickly as possible, you pulled your shirt and bra off at the same time. You sat there, fighting the urge to cover your breasts with your arms.

His fingers moved up your sides, pausing at the feel of your ribs before slowly going over them as though counting. There was a little trickle of emotions from his side of the Bond, as though there was so much there that they were escaping whatever dam he’d put up. Aside from the ever-present affection, there was curiosity, the desire to see-touch-learn-know you. “I thought human bones were rigid, but I can feel them shift as you breath,” he murmured.

“Our bones have a little bend to them, otherwise they’d facture at the slightest pressure, but the ribcage also isn’t a solid structure, not mostly anyways. There’s a lot of stretchy, flexible cartilage connecting the ribs to the sternum, and they aren’t fused with our vertebrae either. They’re attached by tiny ligaments, and now I’m nervous-rambling.”

He smiled. “That’s perfectly fine, spark. I want to understand you, how you work and feel, what you like and don’t.”

You searched his face as you processed that. “This…this really isn’t about sex o-or even claiming me, is it? I’m just as much of a novelty to you as you are to me.”

“It has very little to do with sex, and while I do want to ensure you know that you are mine, learning your body is my primary goal,” he said patiently before tilting his head. “Why does this surprise you?”

You swallowed, suddenly embarrassed. “W-well…f-for humans, this sort of intimacy would usually be considered heavy petting or foreplay. It is for learning a little, but pleasure-seeking and potentially escalating into sex is generally the driving force.”

“Ah…” He frowned. “That’s…truly a shame. To not take the chance to use first intimacy to focus on learning and teaching feels like a waste.”

“So this…what we’re doing right now…It’s common for Monsters?”

“Very much so for those romantically coupled, especially after first Bonding. Even among similar forms, there is this sort of…learning period. Unlike humans who have a fairly universal shape, our physical forms are all so varied that it’s important to understand how the other works before attempting any sort of sexual intimacy. Not to mention it builds up trust and love and security,” he explained.

You mulled that over for a moment before going rigid. “Wait…I’ve been nervous this entire relationship about asking to touch you or how your body works, thinking I might be offending you, when it was totally normal and actually expected of me?”

His eyes widened. “You were uneasy all those times because thought you were offending me? I thought you were worried that you might get burned by me! I-I thought you were afraid of me!”

You put your head in your hands. “I’m so dumb,” you moaned, feeling your cheeks heat up.

He bumped his head against yours. “No dumber than me,” he said, sounding relieved. “I’ve been reassuring you all along that I wouldn’t hurt you when that wasn’t the problem at all.”

“No, no; reassuring is nice. I like being reassured. At the very least, it gives me the warm fuzzies, and there are definitely times I need those,” you said quickly, getting a little huff of laughter in return. “But… Yeah…I was afraid you’d get mad at me for asking something stupid or obvious to anyone else but me.”

“Oh, spark, I could never be mad at you for asking questions. You weren’t doing it out of malice. You wanted to understand me, which I think is wonderful. I’m just…shocked you were never afraid of me.”

“No. Just that little bit ago, when I first saw you without your shirt. And…I don’t think ‘afraid’ is the right word…More like…” You thought about it before changing your approach. “Humans have been told that we’re stronger than Monsters. Our bodies are made up of ‘stuff,’ so we can take more physical damage and have way more determination, which in turn means we’re harder to stop if one of us does want to hurt one of you. The PR people spun that to encourage humans to think that Monsters literally can’t pose a threat, which is probably for the best as it’s likely been keeping most humans from freaking out too much, extremists notwithstanding. But it also makes it easy to forget that Monsters aren’t totally harmless and helpless. So seeing you, way back then in your memories and just now, big and honestly kind of intimidating, sort of made me realize that I’m...outclassed by you. And it’s not that I think you would hurt me, but whatever instinctive, primal bit of my brain just kind of kicked in for a second to be like ‘Hey, idiot! You’re literally playing with fire here!’ I kind of forgot you were you, and suddenly thought that I could be in danger, o-or that there was the potential for it at least.” You paused, feeling guilty for your earlier reaction. “Does that make…any sense?”

He nodded slowly. “It’s a fair assessment of things,” he said, almost reluctantly. “Do you think that will be something in the back of your mind now? That you’re ‘outclassed’ by me. I don’t want…I worry you’ll feel like you have to tiptoe around me now.”

You shrugged but shook your head. “It might pop up once in a while, but I don’t think it’ll make me treat you any different. Just…when it does show up, I might need you to remind me that it’s still you.”

He smiled, though there was a tinge of sadness to it. “I can manage that. Thank you for being honest with me.” His hands slid back down to your waist. “Do you want to stop for tonight?” You shook your head, confused. “No. Why?”

“If this sort of exploration isn’t comfortable for you, I don’t want to make you continue.”

You glanced away, embarrassed. “It’s not uncomfortable, per se, but I will probably find such…intimate touching arousing, and I don’t know if that would make you uncomfortable.” His gentle smile became that teasing smirk again. “It isn’t unheard of for Monsters to get a little riled up during this. And there are ways of assisting with that without resorting to sex, you know.”

You blushed. “W-well, ye-es…”

His expression softened as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I am happy to take care of you, sweet spark. Whether it’s supporting you, reassuring you, or helping you when you’re wound up because of me, I’m here for you.”

“I know…I just…worry it’s too fast or too soon…or that you don’t want to but are just going along with my dumb body’s urges to make me happy.”

“Your body isn’t dumb; You’re simply designed differently from Monsters. And I’m not ‘just going along’ with it. I can say ‘no’ or decide what’s far enough, just like you can.” He grinned mischievously. “Besides, I am feeling a little…playful as well. And if I’m to be your Mate, eventually I’ll have to learn what makes you feel good, won’t I?”

You were positive you found a way to blush even harder. “Tr-true…You’ve just never made me feel rushed, so I wanted to make sure I wasn’t rushing you. So…just to make sure…this won’t make me your Mate yet, will it?”

He shook his head. “No. There’s a lot more involved to the process than that. As I told you before, even sex wouldn’t do it. To become SOULmates, you must let your partner see and touch your SOUL, and do the same for theirs. It’s the ultimate expression of vulnerability and trust. Not that I don’t trust you or think you don’t trust me, but it’s…big. It’s like if…” he paused to think about his wording. “If we were to liken our Bonding to an engagement, Mating would be marriage…times ten.”

You nodded. “I…think I understand,” you said softly. You reached out and touched his chest, closing your eyes to focus his heat and his solidness.

He stayed still, though you were certain he was looking at your hand curiously. “What are you thinking about?”

“You. How you feel. I noticed…Your body feels less…formed? I-I mean, just compared to me. The shape is there, but I don’t feel the bone or muscle structure I’m used to,” you said. You opened your eyes as you ran your hand up to his shoulder and down his arm. “But that changes just above your elbow. It feels more like my arm. Your hands are even more defined than that. I can practically feel tendons on the back of your hand when you move your fingers,” you finished as you reached his hand. He took it off your side to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“It’s not a conscious decision on my part. I think that my SOUL simply focuses on refining the more important features. A well-formed hand is more useful to me than a chiseled torso, for example. Does it bother you?”

“No, no. It’s just…an observation. Besides, I’ve never really been into muscle-y people,” you joked, trying to ease some of your own awkwardness. “Why a humanoid form, anyway?“

“I think it’s a pretty good one myself, don’t you?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You snorted. “Well, yes, of course, and it’s very handsome, too. But your magic could have chosen any number of things…given you wings or extra arms…”

“Wings could have been nice,” he mused. “I don’t know why this is my form. I never really questioned it. I guess my magic just decided this one would be the most useful.” He untangled your fingers to instead cradle your hand in his. Maybe it was some lingering unease from earlier, or perhaps it was that you suddenly felt incredibly inexperienced, but you felt so small and vulnerable right now. And yet his patience and gentleness also made you feel so safe, and that led to wanting more…to see whatever this intimate exploration might become. “Dearest?” You looked up from your hands and into his eyes. “May I touch you?” You felt his other hand slide up your side to stop alongside your breasts.

You bit your lip. “I-If we continue, I-I am going to become…needy,” you admitted.

“‘Needy’ as in ‘aroused,’” he clarified. You glanced down but nodded, embarrassed by your body’s reaction to this, to him. He kissed your forehead. “As I said, I’m feeling a little the same, so as long as you were okay with things only being done by hand…”

“Y-yeah. I’m a-also not ready for actual sex yet, b-but…I want…w-want the…” Words failed you.

His hand slid along the underside of one breast and gently cupped it, making your breath hitch. “The intimacy? The closeness that comes with being seen and touched and loved?” he asked. You nodded. “Then let me give that to you. Teach me. Show me what it is you like.”

You sighed, taking his hand from your chest. You needed to focus, and his touch was making that hard to do. “I-I don’t really know if I can just…tell you what to do. It’s just…I-I didn’t think we’d be having this conversation until way later, a-and you probably could guess this on your own, but…” You lifted his hand to your cheek to nuzzle it. “Safety is a big thing for me. I-in intimate circumstances like this, I’d go as far as to say it’s my kink. If I feel safe, I’ll let you do just about anything to me and I’ll probably love it. I feel safe right now, even if I’m also feeling embarrassed and nervous and shy…I’m safe with you, so I want you to do…whatever it is that you want to do. I know it probably sounds wishy-washy when I say that, like I’m just going along with things, but it’s true. I feel safe, so I want to let you do what you want and see what happens.”

His hand, which had been lax in your grasp, moved to under your chin, gently tilting your head up to look into his face. “I believe I understand. Would you still stop me if I did something you didn’t like?”

“Yes. I know we’re learning each other, and I trust that if I told you to stop or try something different, you would. And honestly, knowing that you would still respect me, even when I let you have permission to try anything…I think that just reinforces the feeling of safety.”

He smiled. “Good. I was a little worried you’d just accept anything I did, even if you didn’t like it. I don’t want to do that to you. Is there anything you absolutely don’t want me to do?”

“I-I don’t think you’d do any of what I don’t like,” you said, fighting the urge to look away.

“Tell me anyway. It’s best I know your limits.”

You took a breath, forcing your shoulders to relax. You hadn’t realized you tensed up again. “I don’t want to be humiliated or degraded. I don’t like derogatory terms, the kinds of things that could be used as an insult. ‘Spark’ or ‘girl’ or other pet-names are fine, just nothing…crass. A-and I don’t ever want to be hit hard, especially my face. It’s too close to…s-something someone would do in anger for me to find it fun.”

His hands had moved to your arms as you talked to rub them comfortingly. “You’re right; I wouldn’t do any of those things. I never want to hurt you, emotionally or physically.”

Your eyes flicked away from his, unsure if you could watch his reaction to what you were about to admit. “Like I said, playful names are okay, a-and not all pain is bad…I-I mean, I like when you nip and bite me, a-and…in the right circumstances…I-I do like being…spanked…”

He paused for a moment, considering that. “Those things aren’t really intended to hurt you. At least, it isn’t my intent to hurt you when I bite you. It’s play. It’s more intense than nuzzling and kissing, but it’s still play. A little sting to make gentle touches all the gentler. And I can see how spanking would be a form of intense play where hitting your face would not be.” He squeezed your hands reassuringly. “But I don’t want to do that tonight, if that’s alright.”

A nervous giggle left you. “No, that’s fine. I-I’m definitely not in the right headspace for spanking.”

He hugged you, lips finding yours. The kiss was hard, passionate, his teeth catching your lower lip and tugging it as you parted. You whimpered softly, feeling the tension that had built up again leave you. “Lay back and get comfortable. I want to explore you properly,” he breathed, his usual tenor pitching down slightly with a soft growl. Oh, if that didn’t do it for you. He watched with a smirk as you hurried to obey, scooting to the center of the bed and laying back against the pillows. “Ah, so you like being told what to do. Would you like it if I took control?” he teased, hands running up your legs.

“Yes,” you whispered, eyes fixed on his. Your legs automatically parted so he could kneel between them.

“Would you like it if I used a little force?” he continued in that seductive tone, leaning over you, one hand pressing down on the center of your chest. He had you pinned beneath him, though the pressure he put on your body was minimal, just enough to convey that he was indeed in control without coming across as hostile, and certainly not enough to hurt you.

“Yes,” you breathed again, letting yourself relax. His flames flared out behind him, still making him seem huge, but now the sight calmed you. ‘In control’ could have multiple implications, and he was in control of himself, so it was safe – and admittedly hot – for him to be in control of the situation as well.

“Would you submit to me if I wanted to dominate you?” he growled, leaning further down over you, baring his teeth in a wicked grin.

You tilted your head back to expose your throat, inviting him to use those teeth on you. “Yes,” you answered, never taking your eyes from his.

He pressed a burning but tender kiss to your neck. “Why is that, sweet girl?” he purred against your skin. While his voice was still that deliciously-dangerous rumble, the question was genuine.

“You promised to take care of me. You’re bigger and stronger than me, and you could force me to do things I didn’t want, but you promised not to, and I trust you not to break it,” you answered honestly.

His dominant façade broke, everything about him softening in an instant. “Yes, sweet spark. I’ll always take care of you,” he murmured. He lowered himself carefully onto you, body pressing you down fully. The feeling of his bare chest against yours was fascinating, hot and heavy and solid without being crushing, the little flames between your bodies creating a light, tickling sensation against your skin. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck and you found yourself doing the same, arms wrapping around him. “I love you so much. You mean the world to me.” His breath was delightfully hot as it feathered over the sensitive junction where your neck met your shoulder. He mouthed it softly, teeth touching your skin before leaving it. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “I think I’m still feeling a bit possessive.” He kissed further down your shoulder. “This is where he touched you. I want…I want to mark you, bite you, so I can erase his memory from here and replace it with me...so when you see it and feel it,you will know you are mine.”

You shivered at the roughness in his voice. “You can. I want to be yours,” you murmured, running a hand up his neck and to his head, his flames curling around your fingers as though trying to hold onto them as they passed through.

“You are, little spark, but I don’t want to hurt you. Even if it’s a good hurt like we talked about…”

“Grillby, I want you to. Please. Mark me,” you whispered.

You stilled as his mouth closed over your shoulder, bracing for a bite that never came. Instead, you felt his fiery tongue lave over your skin, literally warming you up, before digging his teeth slightly into you and sucking hard on the caught flesh. You mewled, arching beneath him even as his body kept you trapped. His mouth released you with a kiss so soft you almost couldn’t feel it over the ache of the bruise that was definitely forming. He nuzzled back against your neck with another gentle kiss, lightly rubbing where he had marked you. “I’m afraid that’s the best you’re going to get from me for now, dear spark,” he rasped.

“I-I’m not disappointed,” you breathed, a little dazed.

He laughed as he sat up to run his hands down your sides and up across your stomach to your breasts. A little shiver went through you as he palmed them, squeezing lightly. “So soft…you are so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your chest. His fingers trailed to your nipples, making you squirm with a whine. “Sensitive?” he asked with a smirk that told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You didn’t care that he was teasing you, just as long as he kept touching you. You just nodded, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say anything coherent. He circled one nipple lazily with a finger, watching it pebble before closing his fingers over it in a soft pinch, rolling it slowly before releasing it with a little tug. The moan that came out of your mouth caught you both by surprise, and you quickly rolled onto your side (or at least as far as you could with him still kneeling between your legs) to hide your face. “I’m sorry. Was that too much?” All teasing was gone from his voice as he put a hand on your back.

“N-no…er, yes? I-I can’t tell,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I-I don’t…I didn’t think…I-I wasn’t expecting to have that strong of a reaction,” you stammered after a moment.

He huffed softly. “Neither was I. I knew you were going to be responsive, but I didn’t realize it would be so much.” The hand moved to your cheek, coaxing you to look at him. “That’s not a complaint, just so you know, but with how you twisted away, I thought I did something wrong or hurt you.”

“No, i-it felt really good…I guess it’s just been a while since someone’s, well…yeah.”

He smiled, understanding. “Yeah…Are you still okay with this?” You nodded with a soft ‘yes.’ “Is there anything I should do differently?”

“N-no, I think you’re fine. I just need to…not react as much.”

“Oh, please don’t do that,” he said quickly, surprising you. “Not to sound creepy, but the sounds you make are beautiful. To know that you feel so good because of me is…it’s intoxicating. So please, don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear you.”

You searched his face for a moment before nuzzling his palm affectionately. “Okay.”

He smiled, rubbing a thumb across your cheek lovingly. “Will you lay back again for me?” You rolled onto your back again, laying flat under him, arms at your sides. He chuckled at that. “ Relax. You look a little stiff like that, spark,” he said, gently taking your hands. The tiniest gasp escaped you as he lifted them over your head and held them against the pillows. “Now, aren’t you pretty like that…” he purred, grinning down at you.

“Grillby…” you breathed, eyes locked on his.

His smirk softened. “Is this too much?” he asked, his fingers twining with yours.

“Maybe, but…I think I’m okay with it,” you said softly.

He chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek. “I don’t want you to feel trapped or forced. I want you to know you’re safe and loved,” he murmured into your ear, kissing your cheek.

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You lifted your hips and tried not to whimper at the feeling of him pulling your pants off. “Everything okay?” he asked, picking up on your unease despite your efforts to hide it.

“Just…feeling exposed,” you whispered, shutting your eyes. “I-I mean, of course I’m exposed, I’m practically naked, b-but somehow i-it’s more th-thanjustphysicalandI’msuddenlyscaredand–”

“Hey, hey, shh-shhh, it’s okay. It’s alright. I’m here. I’m going to keep you safe, remember?” The bed shifted as he spoke and you felt his hand cup your cheek.

“I-I don’t know what changed. I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me –”

“Shh, look at me, sweet spark…Please look at me?” You reluctantly opened your eyes again to see he had moved to sit beside you, probably in an effort to keep you from feeling trapped. You bit your lower lip to keep it from trembling, which he immediately eased back out from between your teeth with his thumb. “There’s nothing wrong with you. We just found a limit, that’s all.”

“B-but I didn’t really have any at the start, a-and now allofasuddenthatchangedandIjustfeellikeI–”

“Hush…That’s okay,” he soothed. “Neither of us really knew what to expect at the start of this, right? So we talked and we teased and we played, but now it’s become a little too much. That’s okay. My only expectation of this was to learn you and let you learn me. I think we’ve made pretty good progress on that, yes?” He poked your side gently, making you giggle, even if it was a little weak. “We can stop for the night if you want.”

“But I…I don’t know if that’s what I want to do. I-I want more, but I’m also…everything is overwhelming me right now…C-could we just…sit for a little bit? L-let me get used to…to being like this with someone again?”

“Of course. Come here, sweet spark,” he cooed, gently pulling you up and into his arms. “We have all the time in the world. You can take as much as you need.” He rubbed small circles on the back of your head with his fingertips as he spoke. It was strange to feel so much of his fire against your skin. It was always shifting, little licks and wisps of it moving against you, which created the false sensation that he was about to move or do something unexpected. You buried your head into his shoulder, your arms crossed to cover your breasts. “You’re so tense, little spark,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Would laying down and cuddling help?”

“I-I don’t…m-maybe? I-I can’t tell.”

“How about we try it and see if it makes you feel better, hm?” You couldn’t tell if it was a genuine suggestion or instead gentle persuasion, but you found yourself nodding. He eased you down and cradled you against himself as his little spoon. His body was so warm and solid and comforting that you couldn’t help but snuggle back into him, making him cuddle you all the closer. “There, all comfy and cozy,” he hummed, the sound reverberating through his chest and into you.

“Wh-why…” you whimpered, breath catching in your throat.

“What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“Why are you being s-so patient with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve learned that you do things when you are ready, and not a moment before. Rushing you along would only make you anxious, resistant, and frustrated. Besides, being patient has always given me exactly what I wanted with you.”

“Y-you mean us ultimately doing what you wanted?”

Grillby sighed, and you can imagine him rolling his eyes. “I mean making you feel safe and happy. Seeing you at peace is what I always want most. Sometimes that peace shows itself differently – love-drunk after a make-out session, sleepy when I play with your hair, teary-eyed during the credits of a good movie, laughing loud with your friends – but in all of those moments, you are perfectly, openly, beautifully you. It’s merely a bonus that you become much more willing to try different things when you feel secure. And as much as I want to add ‘blissed-out from pleasure’ to that list, it will be done on your terms, not mine, because you are at your most radiant when you let your walls come down yourself, my bright spark.”

You blushed deeply. “Laying on the flattery a-a little thick, there…”

His lips caught your earlobe and gave it a teasing tug. “Truth isn’t flattery.” The arm around you shifted so he could take one of your hands in his. “Now, let’s just cuddle until you decide what you want to do next,” he continued, giving your hand two soft squeezes.

“You a-already know that I’m going to want to continue, right?” you whispered, squeezing back.

He hummed. “Yes. But the decision is still yours. I would never take that from you. You wouldn’t make me do something I didn’t want to, right? The same is true for you. It will always be true for you.”

You weren’t sure how to respond without sounding like a complete love-struck idiot, so you instead brought his hand to your lips to kiss it. He nuzzled the back of your neck, giving it a light nibble and a soft kiss in return. You snuggled back against him and let your eyes close, feeling him against you, his fiery skin moving gently against your bare back, the weight of his arm around you, the hand that still held yours. “I could fall asleep like this…” you murmured, the nervous tension in you eased by the familiarity of being cuddled like this.

Grillby hummed again, just a hint of amusement in it this time. “You can if you want. We don’t have to do anything else tonight, really.” You felt him kiss the back of your head. “Just knowing that you feel safe and comfortable enough to sleep while I hold you like this is enough for me, little spark.”

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[ry-b0y]

hey, i'm Ryan, i'm a 20 yo trans guy. I'm almsot strictly t4t + mostly not into cis people

BLOG WARNINGS: CANNIBALISM, BLOOD + DEATH MAKE ME HORNY IF THAT UPSETS U PLEASE KEEP URSELF SAFE AND DON'T SCROLL THROUGH MY BLOG

THINGS I'M INTO:

❤️ soft free use, soft somno, soft intox, breeding (no preg), praise, blood, knives, gore, cannibalism play, primal, bondage, begging/edging, overstim, spit, body worship, monster fucking, biting, choking, size difference, PUP PLAY!, leather, watersports, force masc, boot worship, masks, probably more lol

*anything not on this list pls ask before engaging with me*

ANATOMY STUFF:

I HAVE REALLY BAD TOP DYSPHORIA, DO NOT REFER TO MY CHEST AT ALL. MAKES ME REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE

otherwise idc

DON'T CALL ME:

a girl in any way, shape, or form, fakeboy, girlboy, slave, servant, anything r4pe-related, kiddo, daddy, mommy (feels like a given but some ppl do it), "icky" anything (associated with r4peplay + makes me uncomfortable)

HARD LIMITS:

- DDLG/alike

- any ageplay/alike

- hard cnc (r4peplay specifically)

- slave/master dynamics

- sister/brother fauxcest

- vomit + scat

people with these kinks are still free to interact, but if you send me anything about these kinks i will block you on sight. a lot of my hard limits are trauma based and if you mention them to me I am going to block you. do not expect me to engage with any content containing any of these. if you tell me i should like trauma based kinks because you have trauma and you like those kinks i will explode you with my mind

DNI(block on sight):

- detrans/misgendering dedicated blogs

- trans fetishizers

- ed/pro-ana blogs

- bigots (fuck right off)

- minors

- pedophiles / zoophiles

and if you're cishet pls don't dm <3 you're welcome to interact but i'm a little uncomfortable with dms

if i'm on your dni (e.g. men dni, age limits, kink dni) don't rb my content pretty please

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bloodbath - blood kink stuff

slip n slide - piss play stuff

otherwise, most kinks are tagged <3

(if you wanna get me a little treat)

[hyerinrose]

Hello, can I make a request a soft yandere fic? I hope this isn't too specific. It's a Yandere Sorcerer OC x Princess reader.

In this scenario, a Princess is sleeping alone in her room, being forced in an arrange marriage she doesn't want to do. Suddenly, a mysterious Sorcerer OC appears in her room, and offers to take her away from her awful fate. She agrees, and the Sorcerer creates a magic bubble that engulfs her, and floats off with in the night.

Happily-Ever-After

《Soft Yandere! M Sorcerer X Princess! F Reader》

A/N : Thanks for the request anon! I do love me soft yan too so its rlly fun to write :D Your description helps me write this so dont worry it rlly helps :)

T/W : fluff content, yandere-ish, forced marriage, fem reader, praises, implied stalking, devoted yan, miserable princess reader, soft yan is best yan.

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The night were especially beautiful tonight, the twilight skies were decorated with millions of stars. The moon shined with an ethereal glow.

A pity that she couldn't basked in it's glory. Princess [Name] [Last Name] huddled herself under the thick blanket in an effort to comfort herself. Her [H/C] locks were sprawled on her pillow, crystal tears trickled from her glassy [E/C].

She couldn't bring herself to fall asleep after receiving the horrifiying news of her engagement to a foreign prince from another kingdom. [Name] was hurt by her parents' action, had they consulted her beforehand her reaction might have not be this bad.

'Who am I kidding, I'd still react like this even if I was made aware of their agreement sooner' [Name] thought to herself as another tear fell from her eye and staining the [F/C] silk bedsheet.

The princess was aware that no matter how many tears she shed, her fate has been set in stone. It shows from the king and queen sending her off to her quarters upon her outburst. No amount of begging and pleading will overturn her parents' decision.

Within a few moon, she'll be shipped off to god knows where to be wed to a man she had never met. [Name] silently prayed for fate to have mercy on her.

At last she finally fell asleep after tiring herself out from crying her heart out. She only wishes that her prayers were heard by the higher beings and grant her a way out of this marriage that was forced upon her.

Unbeknownst to her, someone did in fact heard her wishes. A person who were standing outside her open balcony, silently observing her sleeping figure.

"I'll come for you soon, Ma moitié"

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A sudden strong breeze flowed in her quarters, [Name] was semi-conscious and could hear the curtains beating against the walls along with a faint footsteps approaching her.

'Did I leave the balcony door open? I thought I had locked it earlier!' The princess panicked. Her hand clutched onto her blanket tightly as if it were her lifeline.

'Mary! Please help me! I'm sorry I didn't listened to you, I'm going to die now as a consequence of my action' She pleaded for her personal maid to save her.

[Name] freezes in place as the footsteps halted right beside her bed. She didn't know if it was the cold air or pure unbridled fear but she started shaking and were close to tearing up.

"Shh.. please don't be afraid, Ma moitié. I heard your cries of sorrow, I heard your plea for freedom and I shall be the one to save you" The voice spoked with tenderness and affection laced in it. It sounds masculined, princess [Name] assumed the person is a male.

"W-who are you? What do you seek from m-me?" She tried to sound brave but her facade fell through. It was supposed to sound threatening and commanding, a show sign of power as the princess of [Kingdom Name] yet she ended up sounding like a scared kitten, which she is.

"I am Luc Proulx, a mere sorcerer from your kingdom, my ladybird. I seek nothing more but to take you away from this unfortunate fate you had led" Luc spoke calmly, his voice was assuring and soothing her rattled soul.

Her [E/C] eventually flutered open and witness the man before her. He was dressed in a cloak-like robe with golden embroidery on it's sleeves, Luc's green irises glimmered even in the darken room. His red tuff of hair peeks from within the hood that sat atop of his head, a gentle smile plastered upon his lips.

"But.. Sir Luc, how are you going to take me away from here? Surely we'll be caught even if we hid in this kingdom" Princess [Name] asked, her brow knitting as she's in deep thought. A solemn expression paints her face when she hit a dead end.

"Please don't worry your pretty little head over it. Everything have been prepared, you needn't to stress yourself. Just leave it all to me" Luc assured [Name] and held up her [S/T] hand to place a tender kiss on it.

"Wh- y-you-" The princess was flustered by the action and fumbled to through her words.

"Will you take my hand, Ma moitié?" Luc asked as he let go of her hand. Oustretching his gloved ones towards her as Princess [Name] thought about her final decision.

Taking a deep breath, she nervously grasped onto Luc's hand. Her [E/C] glowed brightly in the night, 'she's truly a beauty' the sorcerer thought seemingly having fell for the princess all over again.

"Please, take me away to somewhere far away, Sir Luc"

The sorcerer pulled her up from her bed to standing on the floor with him and out to the open balcony. Luc plant multitude of kisses on their intertwined hand as he prepared his spell, muttering praises along the way.

"Thank you- thank you for trusting me, Ma moitié. I promise you that I shall cherish you and care for you for the rest of my life" He seems to be in a blissful state.

In a flash, they were engulfed in a magic bubble that was casted by Luc. Princess [Name] were impressed by it as she admired the scenery before her as they started to take off and float away.

"Sir Luc.. but why would you generously offered me this with nothing to have in return?" She finally asked the question that has been in her mind. It seems to good to be true.

"It's because I love you, Ma moitié. You may not be aware but I've been watching you from the very moment you piqued my interest. With each day of me observing you from afar, my love for you gradually grew. I wish nothing more than to protect you from this filthy world" Luc finishes his sentence with a gentle smile.

[Name] was taken aback by the confession, none had ever cared for her in the way Sir Luc seems to. She bit her lip, what are the odds that the gods did answer her prayer by sending Luc to rescue her.

"Thank you.. for everything, Sir Luc" She closed her eyes and finally fell into a deep slumber as they floats off into the night.

"Anything for you, Ma moitié. I'll do anything for you, rest now, love"

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[charmwasjess]

Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions Okay, this is embarrassing, because I got tagged in this like two weeks ago when I was in time zone stupor, copied the prompts out, and then forgot, and I think it was @stellanslashgeode who tagged me - if not, I will cry with embarrassment so don't tell me if I'm wrong.

And :'D I don't remember either who was tagged when it was going around, so here's some no pressure tags (and hop in if you want to play and I didn't tag you!) - @bolithesenate @calcedon79 @purple-ant @reconstructwriter

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

10!! :D Which is totally amazing to me. Where did they come from?! Who made them?!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

Oh god, almost 300k… I don’t have any explanation. 

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Just Star Wars! I can only handle one frenzied obsession at a time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Sitting in the Dark, Five Days to Murder Sifo-Dyas, The Thunder Answered Back, Milk Run, and hey, aww, wow, Jedi Nights?! 

I’m a little surprised any of my Sifo-Dyas/Dooku stuff beat out anything else, it’s such a little tiny ship!

5. Do you respond to comments? 

I do, it's my favorite part. I get a tremendous amount of inspiration and energy from engaging with people who take the time to talk to me about my work. And friends, too! I have been in my fandom since I was like 11 or 12. I’ve made lifelong friends out of my comment sections.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

I'm a sucker for a happy ending so a lot of them end on an upbeat note, but I can’t imagine The Thunder Answered Back ending on anything other than a mixed note. I'm not gonna be able to undo Order 66, you know? It’s a salvage job, not a fix it. If Jocasta gets through the fic without killing Dooku, we will call it a happy ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

My corny Five Days to Kill Sifo-Dyas probably has the most classical happy ending for the saga but my favorite is the one in Sitting in the Dark - Qui-Gon waking up on the couch with Rael asleep next to him, and listening to Dooku and Jocasta and Sifo-Dyas wash up after the party. That little kid feeling of being safe and sleepy with your adult family happy and laughing softly nearby. 

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Ohhhh, if I had a dollar for every time one of my friends made some joke about me writing Count Dooku porn! But I don't care about that, if they actually read my shit, their pervert asses would become terribly addicted to it. They’d be begging at my door. “More old man yaoi! PLEASE!” (This is a joke, my local friends have been very nice about my return to fic writing and the teasing is loving.)

Weirdly, the nastiest hate comment on a fic I’ve ever gotten was in the Before era, when I was writing fic on my old teen account. It was on a young Knight-age Dooku/Jocasta one shot. It was a simple, very vanilla romantic moment with a T rating at best so I don't really get why the person was so worked up about it? I think they just couldn't get around Dooku and Jocasta (OLD PEOPLE?!?) written as young and attractive. For years, I was horribly embarrassed about the fic, like it must really actually truly suck to have someone spend so much time writing such an extensive hate comment. I must have really fucked up. 

I went back and reread it recently and realized: oh, no, it's a regular fic, they were just a fucking loser.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

The…sex kind!!

But yes, I do! Mostly Sifo-Dyas/Dooku these days, but also Jocasta/Dooku and once or twice the holy Trinity of the three. 

I was REALLY shy about posting it at first and I still kind of can’t believe I did, but it was absurdly good for me as a person. Great for my religious purity culture baggage, my teenage years as a closeted queer person, just a really freeing experience. 

And it’s hot. And you get to think about Dooku saying or thinking the word “erection,” which is worth it just for that. 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

Nah, I’m boring.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope, but I have been lucky enough to help with the English in bringing several of Purple Ant’s remarkable works over from Russian. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Yep! In the Before time, I cowrote a lot, although I don’t think I posted much. One stands out: I remember this big rambling self-insert (we called them Mary Sues back then) I did with my bestie where we were transported to Star Wars world and we had to… I don’t exactly remember, but I think Obi-Wan falling in love with one or both of us was a big part? I went back and deleted it years later because it was so cringe. But that’s silly too - we were like twelve, of course it was silly and cringe! 

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? 

I tend to be pretty fucking stupid about Syku. 

It’s just. Two people who manage to collectively destroy their own universes together. They’re so connected in such strange, powerful, frightening ways, they know all of each other’s secrets, they were there on the worst days of each other’s lives, and will go on to be each other’s worst day of their life. And the way, even as they change, they can’t get away from each other, even though they both really try, it’s like they’re stuck in two orbits that have to cross. 

And then you read the dumb book, and see that they’re just stupid funny and cute together, idiots who finish each other’s sentences and call each other little nicknames… augh, the bizarre sweetness of it?! It kills me. It’s the narrative doom, but also the weird, enduring love that has Dooku giving Sifo-Dyas a Jedi funeral or trying so earnestly to tell Obi-Wan his crazy version of events with his death, or how Sifo-Dyas goes running back to him for the Clone thing after he already knows so much about how Dooku factors into the end game... 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

I will definitely finish The Thunder Answered Back but I kind of doubt I’ll get to the two years worth of content and every individual character’s endgame storyline I envisioned out of it. I'll stick with Dooku, Jocasta, Scout, and Asajj.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

….this is embarrassing, but I tend to think I’m occasionally really funny. 

Even though my fics are really serious and I haven’t written any crack, I really try to put in moments of humor, depending on my POV character’s dialogue or internal monologue. I think my best humor comes about when I can get Dooku and Sifo-Dyas in A Situation, slinging shit back and forth. Those two just take off. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

I overwrite. My fics would be a lot more successful if I tightened up and left more on the cutting room floor. I get over attached to small moments of character at the expense of the plot (and let's be honest, word count.) 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

Hmm, does sign language count? That has been really fun in Rabbit Heart. A huge chunk of the fic happens in sign language. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

It’s got to be Milk Run, by a long shot. I’m really proud of that fic, but it was just such a blast to write. It was so fucking fun. And there’s all these little moments or tiny funny things I’ve left myself in it that are probably only funny to me, but they’re so funny to me. 

….Like, so, at one point in the fic, Sifo-Dyas is pissed at Dooku because he can tell he and Jocasta have been sleeping together, again, and this always happens, and he always has to clean this mess and play mediator when it inevitably implodes (and also maybe he is in love with Dooku a little bit?). So he’s furious about it, but pretending not to be, and so he bitchily tells Dooku the name of his ship is The Haru-Spicy, as in, a cooking pun, instead of the real name, The Haruspicy. And then Dooku spends the entire rest of the fic just wildly mispronouncing the name of the ship in his own POV chapters and to other characters? 

I love to imagine him saying it, all declarative, “The Haru-Spicy!” And everyone just stares like “do we correct him… or…?” Sifo-Dyas quietly soothing himself, chuckling over this small pettiness. Cracks me up.