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|| CHERUBFAE'S HALLOWEEN SPECIAL 2024 ||

tags: smut, NSFW, fem!reader, breeding, blowjobs, fingering, slight angst/fix-it-fic and spoilers for JJK (Gojo), predator/prey dynamics, public sex, no foreplay (in some), monster fucking, belly bulge, impossible standards but we can dream, unprotected sex, slight dubcon (pyramid head), this is a trail mix of all sorts of some of my favorite men (and my bestie's)!!. Pls enjoy!!

leon's is a bit short bc he's got a halloween treat comin' up ;D

Leon

"This is not a good idea." Leon's voice hisses next to your ear. Ever the hypocrite, he's not one to heed his own warning. He is far too focused on tugging his pants half-way down his ass, panting hotly at your ear, the clasps of his belt jingling together as he frees his swollen cock. His fingers push into your hole, messily stretching you out. Knowing you two don't have much time, he pulled them out after, lapping at your essence with a pleased moan. "So fuckin' good, princess."

Sinking into you with a guttural groan, Leon snaps his hips into you. His shirt is messily pulled up to his abdomen, biting his lip to conceal any moans. You back your ass up, meeting his thrusts as quickly and most importantly, as quietly as possible.

"I know this is rushed but you gotta try to relax for me, baby." He kisses just below your ear. "You were the one who wanted to fuck at a Halloween party, right? I promise I'll take care of you as much as you need me to when we're home... But for now, loosen up that pussy for this cock you love so much, yeah?" He breathily chuckles.

Zayne

"You're too bold for your own good...," His lashes flutter, his head falling back to rest on his chair. Legs widening, Zayne's breath stutters out of him the deeper you take his rigid length. "Doing such a thing like this in a place of healthcare practice and to a renowned surgeon no less. How naughty."

His heart stutters at your intense gaze between his parted thighs. Pulling off his cock, he can see how his length and your lips glisten with precum and saliva. "You say that... But were you not the one who fingered me to sleep last time I was here?" You smirk as Zayne's ears flush red.

"You said you needed help sleeping... Orgasms can provide that. When all of your muscles are tight during sexual arousal, an orgasm helps relaxes those muscles." Came his clinical response, despite both of you knowing you'd successfully cornered him. You grip his cock once more, relishing in how his hips jerk upwards.

Lapping at his tip, you grin. "And that's what I'm doing just now. My favorite doctor said he needed help relaxing-- and I think this is just what the doctor prescribed." The groan Zayne let out as you lowered your mouth onto him was music to your ears.

Sal Fisher

After your very first successful Halloween party in your new shared apartment, you and Sal giggle and hush one another, messily pulling off each other's costumes. You, a witch and Sal, a skeleton (or as he worded it, your 'willing victim'). With Chase Atlantic playing rhythmically from Sal's old stereo, he pushes you gently onto the soft bed.

Mask left forgotten and his glass eye already out of his socket and cleaning in a cup at his bedside table next to his tiny suction device. You couldn't help but adore him, staring up at him tenderly. You loved that he was able to be so comfortable with you like this. You supposed knowing him since high school and dating since sophomore year helped!

You reach up and cup his scarred cheeks, running your thumb above his missing nose. Sal closes his good eye, breath warm on your palm. He kisses your fingers, covering your hand with his. The passionate energy takes a softer turn, gently pulling off your clothing until you were both laid bare.

"I will never get over how beautiful you are." Sal murmured, his cold hands cupping the swell of your breasts, thumb circling the hardened nipple. His thick cock, surrounded by blue hair, nudges between your folds, though he is no rush to enter. Leaning down, he kisses you softly, an action you readily return.

Pyramid Head

You were easy to corner. It was laughable, really. Pyramid Head couldn't ignore those sweltering feelings any longer. The thrill of hunting you down like small prey had thrilled him to no end. He was sick of those nurses and the mannequins. He wanted something real, someone warm.

The scrape of his Great Knife splitting through concrete and asphalt grated on your ears. Wedging his knife into the crease of the segmented sidewalk, Pyramid Head backs you up against the fence. He towers above you; he has no visible eyes to look at, only the cold, rusted and bloody triangular helmet that presses against your cheek.

A shuddering, inhuman growl bellows like iron rubbing together, followed by a rather curious huff. Something hard pokes at your tummy and your eyes widen, heat rising to your cheeks. This thing... This humanoid embodiment of hate was rock hard, rutting his large erection against the seam of your jeans. His hands grapple for your shoulders, huffing demonically again. Impatient.

Seeing no other choice and admittedly, you were a bit curious. It certainly had been quite some time since someone had craved anything of you. And from what you could see of the great Pyramid Head, your curiosity had been thoroughly piqued.

Shimming your jeans and underwear down, you yelp as Pyramid Head hauls you into his strong arms. One arm barred across your lower back, his large blood covered hand spreads open your folds. Then, the fattest tip you've ever seen pokes out from under his dirtied apron; sliding up your folds to collect your wetness. He rubs himself against you messily, his hand moving to lock at your elbow, keeping you in place.

With immense searing heat, he pushes his thick, swollen cock into your tight channel. You feel like you're floating, your head knocking back against the fence. You could feel him stretch you impossibly wide, your tummy extending ever so slightly, and with the frantic upwards cant of his hips, you knew that the beast was far from done.

Gojo Satoru

He was here. He was home. Sukuna was dead. Defeated. The strongest had once again prevailed. Satoru had made it back to you alive.

Satoru approaches you like you were a newborn deer, power thrummed off of him. He'd let his infinity down. You weren't sure what you looked like in that moment, but you imagined he was mirroring your expression back at you. His snow-white hair was messily disheveled, his lips in a wobbly, uncertain smile and his eyes-- those endless ocean eyes. They looked like rippling waves with the more tears that filled them and spilled over, clearing paths on his dirty cheeks.

"I'm home, honey." Satoru spoke hoarsely, trembling as he gathers you in his arms. Instantly, his face finds its home at your neck, breathing in your scent. "I'm home." His grip tightened.

After hours of snuggling up on the sofa and Satoru freshly showered, you along with him--neither of you could bear to be apart from the other right now. You curled into his embrace, his arms wrapped around you like a safety belt, his long fingers brush the waistband of yours, his, sweatpants. Satoru kissed your jaw.

"Is it okay, pretty? I--," Voice breaking, Satoru swallowed thickly. "I need to know this isn't a dream." Nodding, you shift your hips up, helping him push your sweatpants and underwear down. Satoru does the same, gently swirling his pink head against your folds.

Leaning into his embrace, you grip his arms, making him look at you. "I don't need prep, 'Toru. I wanna feel you too. Want it just like this, please?" Cupping his cheek, he leans into your touch and nods understandingly. Guiding himself into you, the two of you gasp. Your fingers thread together tightly, slowly rocking into each other. Reunited once again. <3

Cloud

It was no secret that Cloud could be quite socially awkward. When he wasn't thinking about his next payment, the free estate of his mind more than often drifted to you. It was rare for him to not have you by his side, but you'd had your own mission to attend to.

Mako-blue eyes drift to his lap, feeling the subtle twitch in his black trousers. He'd been throbbing for days on end now, but rather than dealing with it he willed it to leave on its own. Pleasure always felt better when it was shared with you, after all. But thinking of you only served to make his cock harden more.

Hissing, Cloud shoved his bottoms down far enough for his swollen member to pop up, slapping wetly against his bare stomach; a string of sticky pre connecting his skin to his reddened tip. With a growl, he wrapped his hand tightly around the base of his thick cock and squeezed his eyes shut tight, doing his best to mimic how you felt around him.

He could still feel the phantom touches as you traced your fingers up to his tip and down to his base, moving your hand to cup and fondle at his heavy balls, every touch of yours was like you were worshipping a beautiful lost god.

"Shit--fuck, baby!" Cloud gasps, hips jerking into his fist, cum squirting out of him until his knuckles were dripping in it. He'd really been too pent up... He couldn't wait til you were home. He misses you. :(

Bonus for the sillies<3

Astarion

"Shhhhhh, darling...," Astarion hushes into your mouth, making you snort back at him. The two of you drunkenly giggle, a little more than pleasantly buzzed, and chat with each other out in the hall of the inn in what you two think were whispers. "Can't wake the others. Do you have the key?" He hiccups softly, leaning his chin on your shoulder, making your hunt for the room key that much more difficult.

You grin and pull the key out of your chest bandages, winking. Astarion purred approvingly. Leaning your forehead onto the door, you narrow your eyes and focus on trying to hold it steady, struggling to line the key up with the doorknob. Behind you, Astarion snickers like a schoolboy.

"You don't struggle this much guiding me into you... Has a door bested you, love?" He slurrs, nuzzling at your arm like an affectionate cat. You scowl and playfully and softly place your entire hand on his face and ease him back.

"Ack!" Astarion sputtered, blinking with annoyance as you unlock the door triumphantly. You enter first, the spawn stumbling in behind you. He makes for the bed first, leaving a trail of clothing behind him and crawling atop the sheets. Propping his cheek up with his palm, he relaxes into an attempt to look seductive, which wasn't hard. His thick cock, however, was quickly becoming so. Everything about him was ethereally beautiful, even in your drunken haze.

You squint at him, weighing your options as best you could with your inebriated state. If the two of you started fucking, the chances of either waking up another inn guest or resulting in some sort of drunken injury were quite high.

Ultimately, you decide it's not a good idea, as delicious as Astarion looked. You shed your boots and sit on the edge of the bed. The spawn pouts, reminding you of a cat once again as he paws at your backside.

"Don't you want to, love? We can snuggle instead if that's your desired passion." Astarion wiggled himself under your arms. You smile, brushing back his bangs to kiss his forehead. "We should wait 'til we're both sober, honey." Astarion nuzzled himself against your bosom.

Easing you both back onto the bed, Astarion cuddles into you. The both of you pass out, the spawn entirely naked at your side and you; half-dressed and half-off the bed in a starfish spread, mouth wide open in a snore.

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[jesncin]

Where the Wild Things Are, morals for kids, and queer art

One of my favorite things about this children's book is that the way adults respond to it is a great litmus test for how much they get kids.

At it's core, Where the Wild Things Are is a book about a tantrum. Max misbehaves, is sent to his room without supper, imagines a world where he gets to be in charge and let all his monstrous rage out, but when he's had his fun? "Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all" he says goodbye to the beasts and makes his way back home where "he found his supper waiting for him. And it was still hot." It's still hot. The book describes his journey into and out of Where The Wild Things Are as taking "years, weeks, days" that he can smell his supper "far away across the world" but that's because everything feels so big when you're a kid. Your tantrums feel like they last an eternity but by the time you're back from it, your supper is still hot.

Deep down, Max understands that his mom sent him to bed without supper because she cares about him. Because when he's out having a wild rumpus with the beasts that follow his every command, he still sends them to bed without supper. Max might not understand why, but he sure does repeat that action to the beasts he watches over as king. Supper is still waiting for Max when he returns because his mom understands that even though Max misbehaves, it's not coming from a place of malice. It's a tantrum, and kids come back from that. They don't mean the cruel things they say or do.

So when I see grown ups read this book and go "what the heck?' This book is about a spoiled jerk who gets to boss monsters around and come back home to a nice meal? Where's his punishment??? He didn't learn a thing! What's the lesson?" I'm just amused. "he threatens his mom and she lets that slide??" Dude, the mom calls him a "WILD THING!" and he responds "I'LL EAT YOU UP" a child can't threaten you. "what if this book influences my child to act out, thinking they'll be rewarded??" Kids are going to act out no matter how you raise them.

This book has stayed with me because it's pretty to look at, it scared me, understood me and as I grew older I learned that the author, Maurice Sendak was queer. Sendak was also the son of Polish-Jewish immigrants escaping the Holocaust. He never told his parents he wasn't straight. "All I wanted was to be straight so my parents could be happy. They never, never, never knew." Adults constantly demand moral closure from kids' media. To them, kids have to be taught and disciplined and influenced into the right behaviors. But Where the Wild Things Are isn't that kind of book. This book gave me a space to let out my messy, ugly, tantrum feelings without being judged or punished for it. I didn't have to learn a lesson. I got to go to Where the Wild Things Are and come back when I'm ready.

I'm a children's book author now, and there's something so special about being able to connect to another queer creator through their work like this. My book also talks about how important it is to have the space to just feel and make sense of change. A lot of queer art is inherently challenging. To know that even the stuff we craft to nurture kids can still confound and challenge their parents? "What if this book influences our kids??" some things about queer art never change.

[cailinsblog]

A Little Pumpkin Surprise: Jack and Y/N’s Special Fall Moment

Jack hughes x reader

Thank you for the idea @mialikeshockey

It was the perfect October evening. The cool, crisp air hinted at Halloween approaching, and Y/N was ready to surprise Jack with a cozy fall activity: pumpkin painting. She had picked out a few pumpkins in various sizes—one of which was particularly special—and had set up a little paint station on the back porch of their house.

As she placed the last few brushes and paints on the table, she took a deep breath, her heart pounding with excitement and nerves. She hadn’t yet told Jack about the big news, and the tiny pumpkin she’d tucked away was her way of doing just that.

Jack arrived home, his eyes lighting up when he saw the setup. “This is amazing!” he said, grinning as he slipped his arms around her waist. “What are we doing out here, pumpkin?”

“Painting pumpkins, obviously,” she replied with a laugh, leaning into his embrace. “I thought we could get creative and have a little fun. Plus, I might have gotten a surprise or two for you.”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “A surprise? Well, this just keeps getting better and better.”

They settled down at the table, each picking up a pumpkin and a brush. Y/N watched him as he focused on painting a goofy face onto his pumpkin, his tongue poking out in concentration. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling a surge of warmth and love.

“What?” Jack asked, catching her gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh, nothing,” she replied, grinning. “You just look cute when you’re focused.”

He smirked, rolling his eyes playfully. “You’re just buttering me up so I don’t out-paint you.”

They laughed, trading colors and giving each other tips on how to make their pumpkins look just right. At one point, Jack’s hand “accidentally” brushed against hers, leaving a streak of orange paint on her cheek. She retaliated by dotting his nose with a dab of black, and before they knew it, they were both laughing and a little messy with paint.

Finally, the moment she’d been waiting for arrived. Y/N took a deep breath, reaching under the table and pulling out the tiny pumpkin she’d hidden. She placed it in front of Jack, watching as his brows knitted in confusion.

“Uh, I think you accidentally got one that didn’t grow all the way,” he joked, giving her a confused smile. “Is this my surprise?”

She bit her lip, nodding as she watched him, her heart racing. “It’s a special pumpkin,” she said softly.

Jack tilted his head, staring down at the little pumpkin in confusion. After a moment, his eyes widened as the realization dawned on him.

“Wait,” he murmured, looking between the pumpkin and her. “Are you…? Are we…?”

Y/N nodded, her eyes shining. “We’re going to have a little pumpkin of our own.”

For a moment, Jack was speechless, his mouth hanging open as he processed the news. Then, in one swift motion, he set down his paintbrush, jumped out of his chair, and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up in a tight hug.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” he exclaimed, his voice full of awe and excitement. He gently set her down, then held her face in his hands, staring into her eyes with the biggest smile she’d ever seen. “We’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her own tears threatening to fall. “Surprise.”

Jack’s face was a mix of emotions—joy, excitement, and a hint of disbelief. “I can’t believe this,” he said, laughing softly. “I’m going to be a dad! We’re going to be parents!”

They hugged again, both of them holding onto each other tightly, savoring the moment. Finally, Jack pulled back, looking down at her with a playful glint in his eyes.

“You’ve been holding onto this secret all day, haven’t you?” he teased. “Here I was, thinking we were just painting pumpkins like normal.”

Y/N laughed, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I wanted to find the perfect way to tell you, and I thought… well, this little pumpkin was a good start.”

Jack looked down at the tiny pumpkin, his expression softening as he picked it up. “This is amazing,” he murmured, holding the pumpkin carefully, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. “I can’t believe we’re going to have our own little pumpkin.”

They finished painting their pumpkins, though now the two of them were far more distracted, laughing and sharing dreams about the future, imagining what their little family would be like. As the evening grew darker, they cozied up on the porch together, a blanket wrapped around them, as they gazed out at their painted pumpkins—one large, one medium, and one tiny, symbolizing the little family they were about to become.

Jack kissed the top of her head, his voice soft as he murmured, “Thank you for this, Y/N. For everything. I’m so lucky to have you and our little pumpkin.”

And as they sat together, surrounded by the warmth of love and the excitement of the journey ahead, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful chapter for them both.

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[daisymbin]

secrets at dawn - lee chan

warnings: none! fluff

pairings: lee chan x reader

genre: drunken confessions ~

wc: 1.1k

a/n: FUCK HYBE

drunken confessions series

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it was well past midnight when you finally managed to get chan back to your place. he’d had way more to drink than anyone had expected, and the whole way there, he’d been stumbling, muttering half-coherent nonsense and trying to convince you he could walk on his own; which, clearly, he could not.

“come on, chan, we’re almost there,” you coaxed, balancing him as you pushed open the door to your apartment.

he blinked at you, squinting like he was trying to make sense of your face in the dim light. “who… who are you? why have you been following me and holding my arm?” he slurred, eyebrows scrunching in suspicion as he leaned away like you were a stranger.

you held back a laugh. “it’s me, your best friend, the one who’s been trying to get you home for the past 30 minutes?”

“nuh-uh,” he said, pulling his arm out of your grasp and wobbling dramatically. “i… i don’t talk to strangers. especially strangers trying to drag me to… mysterious places.”

“mysterious?” you laughed, gesturing around at your very normal apartment. “chan, this is my place. you’ve been here a million times.”

he blinked, looking around with a dazed expression, as if he were seeing your apartment for the first time. “then why dont i remember it? this doesn’t look… familiar..i've definitely never been here..” he mumbled, still staring in exaggerated confusion.

you rolled your eyes, tugging him toward the couch. “come on, let’s sit you down before you pass out in the middle of the floor.”

but chan, despite the clear need for support, looked at your hand on his arm like it was lava, yanking himself away with as much grace as his inebriated state allowed. “no, no, i can’t… she wouldn’t like that.”

“she?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, your heart sinking a little. a rush of jealousy washed over you at the thought of him liking someone else. “who’s ‘she’?”

he crossed his arms, puffing up his chest in exaggerated importance. “someone very important. way too important for… for… uh… whatever this is.”

you couldn’t help but smile at his antics, but the knot in your stomach tightened. “alright then, mystery man. who is this ‘very important’ person?”

he looked around suspiciously, leaning in as if he were about to tell you a great secret. “she’s… she’s perfect. the kind of perfect you… you don’t even believe is real.” he let out a dreamy sigh, sinking onto the couch like he was melting at the thought of her.

you held back a laugh, but the jealousy gnawed at you. “really? so what makes her so special?”

“she’s… she’s got this smile, right? and it’s… it’s like…” he trailed off, gesturing wildly as he tried to find the right words. “it’s like sunshine, but also like… i dunno, like fireworks? but soft fireworks, the kind that don’t explode too loud.”

“soft fireworks,” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. “sounds like someone pretty amazing.”

he nodded, entirely serious. “she’s amazing. way better than some random person trying to… take advantage of me when i’m defenseless.”

“oh, come on,” you said, forcing a lightness into your tone as you tried to mask your disappointment. “and, for the record, i’m not exactly a stranger, or am I trying to take advantage of you."

he squinted, his face scrunching up as he leaned closer, studying you with utmost suspicion. “you kinda look like her, you know?”

“is that so?” you asked, the jealousy bubbling up again. “well, maybe you should just tell her how you feel.”

his eyes widened, and he immediately looked horrified. “no way! she’d… she’d think i was ridiculous.” he shook his head vigorously, nearly toppling over from the movement.

“oh, i don’t know,” you teased, trying to hide the hurt in your voice. “sounds like maybe she’d find it sweet.”

“nope,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. “she’s way too good for… for someone like me.”

your heart sank a little further. “well, maybe she wouldn’t think that if you actually told her,” you replied, your voice quieter now.

“you really think so?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. “even… even with all my weird jokes?”

“yeah,” you said softly, though it felt hard to keep that positivity up. “i think so.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, his face so full of hope and something else; something warmer, more real. and then, just as quickly as it had softened, his expression turned defensive again, and he scooted away, crossing his arms.

“no! no, no, no. you’re trying to… to mess with me,” he said, clearly wrestling with his alcohol-induced haze. “she’s the only one for me, and you can’t change my mind!”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, trying so hard to mask your sinking heart.

he gave you one last defiant look before settling back against the couch, closing his eyes. “good. ‘cause one day… i’m gonna tell her. i’ll tell her… and maybe she’ll laugh at me, but… but that’s okay.”

“that sounds like a great plan, chan,” you murmured, leaning back beside him, your smile softening as you watched him drift off, still muttering about his “perfect girl” and his plan to “sweep her off her feet.”

just as his breathing evened out, he mumbled one last thing, barely audible. “she… kinda even smells like you…”

you blinked, your heart racing at his words. “wait, what? who does?”

he opened his eyes slightly, looking almost sheepish. “the girl… the one i like,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “she’s… she’s just… everything. i mean, you’re basically her. but, you know, way better.”

your heart swelled with confusion and joy, a mixture of emotions washing over you. “chan, are you… are you talking about me?”

“no! you're not her…my best friend…you're not my best friend.....y/n…I like her. I like her a lot. I think I love her..but she doesn't know yet. maybe tomorrow I'll tell her…yeah I will. I will tell her tomorrow.” he answered as his voice trails off as he drifts to sleep. you all but sat dumbfounded beside a lightly snoring chan, your hand still in his.

[livwritesstuff]

happy halloween bbys :) speaking of babies i felt like writing steddie w/ a little one again so here have this

On the morning of Halloween ‘01, Steve wakes up before Eddie, as he tends to.

He typically wakes up with their three month old, Moe – feeds her breakfast, gets her dressed for the day, soaks up all the time he can get with their girl before he has to head off to work.

Today is special though, seeing as it’s Halloween.

Steve and Eddie had agreed to not do anything big for Halloween this year while Moe is still so little – no trick-or-treating, that is. Steve had suggested getting a sitter for the evening so the two of them can go to that bar they like that does a whole Halloween night every year, but Eddie, like Steve, isn’t all that inclined to do anything that doesn’t also include Moe, so instead they’ll be ordering takeout from their favorite place in Chinatown and watching a horror movie after Moe goes to bed.

Eddie is fine with keeping things low-key this year, mostly because he knows that Steve knows they'll be going all out with all the subsequent Halloweens in their future. What Eddie doesn’t know is that while Steve had been running errands the other day, he just so happened to pass by the baby section of a clothing store, which had their Halloween selection on full display and Steve hadn’t been able to help himself.

Moe is all kinds of smiley this morning while Steve goes through the motions of their morning routine, getting in his fix of baby-snuggles before heading downstairs and feeding her breakfast while he starts up the coffee machine (for Eddie more than for himself – he thought having a brand new baby in the house might be the final straw that tipped him over to coffee drinker status, but he’s still perfectly fine with a cup of tea). She's still all smiles as Steve gets her dressed in the little outfit he’d hidden away from Eddie after he bought it last week – a puffy, quilted yellow onesie with big black stripes and felt antennae on the hood, tiny little white wings on the back, and a felted stinger on the bum. It’s not really a costume – not the way Eddie would define Halloween Costume, anyway, but it’s close enough, and anyways Eddie has always been a sucker for seeing their kid dressed up all cute. It’s a guaranteed home run in Steve’s opinion.

Like he usually does, Steve brings Moe into his and Eddie’s bedroom to wake him up.

“Morning,” Steve says cheerfully as he plops Moe onto Eddie’s chest. Eddie gives a sleepy grumble before his eyes crack open. It only takes him half a second to realize that Moe’s not exactly wearing her normal attire, and then Eddie’s got a big, bleary grin on his face as he takes the whole thing in.

“Are you my little bug, Lucy-Moe?” Eddie says as she scoops her into his arms and plants kisses all over her chubby cheeks until she's got a big drool-y smile on her face and she's making those little sounds that Steve is pretty sure means her first laugh is on its way. Eddie looked up at Steve with something like wonder on his face, "You said no costume."

"Uh, no. I said no trick-or-treating," Steve replied. Eddie leveled an eyebrow at him, so he said, "C'mon, man. It's her first Halloween."

"God, I love you so much Steve Harrington."

[m00nl1ghts1vt]

City of Love II - Matt Sturniolo

Pairings - Matt Sturniolo x fem!Reader Summary - part two of City of Love. Matt makes plans for another dinner-movie night, gifting you a sweet housewarming gift. The sore topic of your previous long-term relationship comes to light, leaving Matt to wonder if you're still stuck on your ex. Warnings - strong language. Fluff!! Angst?? W/c - 2570 A/n - Heyyy lovely readers 🫶🏻 this is part two to City of Love! Let me know what you guys thinks, I will be continuing. Not sure how many parts I'll do yet, but I’ll keep you updated, so stay tuned!! Also, sorry for posting it so late. I had to grocery shopping when I got off work😭 City of Love is based off of this request! ❤️ Check out my masterlist for more of my work! Thank you for reading & interacting! (Dividers and photos are not mine; all credits go to original owners) Tags - @lvrsturniolo (if anyone else wants tagged just let me know!!)

The cool autumn breeze swept through your living room as you sat on the floor, unpacking the few boxes you had. Being a minimalist, you didn’t bring much in the move besides the essentials - dishes, clothes, your bed, bathroom stuff, and a couple random pieces of furniture. You felt like moving to Boston was your calling. A new start. You didn’t want anything in your house that reminded you of the breakup. 

It has been more than a few days since your first night here. The night Matt had you pressed against your kitchen counter with his lips on yours. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it at every given second of the day. You and Matt hadn’t even talked about the kiss. Granted, he’s been over every day since, he hasn’t even made a move on you or mentioned that night in your kitchen. This left you feeling like the kiss wasn’t important to him as it was to you. It was like it didn't exist to him, it never happened. Wrecking your brain trying to figure out whether or not he felt the same connection as you felt, left you mentally exhausted, and it had only been four days. 

An exaggerated sigh breaks through your lips, and you try to focus on unpacking. You knew you needed to get this done before Matt was supposed to come over. He texted you last night, asking if he could come over for another dinner-movie night. Even if you didn't know what was going on, you enjoyed his company. Packing all your clutter onto an entertainment stand you picked you last night. The 65-inch tv you purchased, along with other things, sits on top of it. Your house was starting to feel more like a home day by day, and Matt had a lot to do with making it feel that way. Constantly checking on you to see if you needed anything and making it a mission to come over every other day. You were grateful for the company; it made the heartache of leaving your best friend and parents behind a little more bearable. You were still upset over the situation. In a way, you felt like you let your ex-boyfriend get the best of you, running you out of town. Deep down inside, you knew it was different - The City of Love held a special place in your heart. You always had a hankering to find a love like your parents had - dancing in the kitchen, singing in the car, kissing in the rain, real, pure love. That’s what you searched for. 

It was almost 5pm by the time you finished unpacking the boxes in your living room. You cleaned up your mess, preparing the room for Matt’s arrival. Even though your house was still bare, you wanted it to be somewhat presentable. Fixating on yourself next, you make your way to your hall bathroom, looking over your appearance. You fix your hair and apply chapstick, in case he had the courage to kiss you again. Probably not, but a girl could only hope. A knock at your front door pulls you from the ‘what ifs’ running rampant in your head. 

You rush out of the bathroom, not caring to turn the light off behind you, “coming!’ 

As soon as you reach the door, you swing it open, revealing a nervous Matt. He had a gift basket with various items in one hand, and a potted aloe plant in the other. You take in the sight of him, standing there with his cheeks red as can be. It made you want to jump in his arms and attack him. “Matt!” you gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth. 

He lets out a chuckle, “housewarming gift. I have Italian food on the way too,” he states in a nonchalant tone. 

“Come in!” your tone being the complete opposite of his, excited and urgent at the same time. You had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that Matt took the time to buy you a gift. Whether it was a housewarming gift or not, butterflies fluttered in your stomach knowing he thought about you enough to go through the hassle. You had never gotten a random gift before, only on special occasions. Matt steps inside, taking in the small changes of your living room. A newly added entertainment stand in your foyer and living room, along with a fuzzy rug and flat screen tv. The fuzzy rug being the best purchase, you were tired of your butt going numb from the hardwood floors. You follow his gaze, “my couches are in shipment as we speak. They should be here later this week, but I got a fuzzy rug!” you wiggle your eyebrows at him. You felt proud of how quickly you were adjusting to your new life, you were in a good mood. 

Matt lets out a real laugh, “good. I’m tired of my ass being numb every time I get up,” he says, taking the thoughts right out of your head. It was simple things like this that convinced you your connection with Matt was something deeper than the surface. He read your mind almost every time you spoke, and it made you wonder if you had the same effect on him. 

Turning your attention back to him, “this is really nice of you, Matt.” You didn’t want to let his thoughtful act go unnoticed. You were extremely grateful for everything he has done for you so far, even if it was just keeping you company and buying you dinner.

He clears his throat as you take the gift basket from him, “I know it's late timing, but in my defense i've never had to buy anyone a welcome gift before. My brother Nick helped me pick most of it out, he knows what girls like,” he rambles on. You stare at him for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next. As flustered as you were, you didn’t want to take the cute gift and potted plant as a romantic gesture. It was a housewarming gift, like he said.

“He’s gay so,” he trails on awkwardly. The unneeded information throws you for a loop, making you scrunch your face together. Realizing it seemed judgmental, you quickly correct yourself, “not like that! Gay people are cool, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” letting out a nervous giggle. Matt smiles at you like he understood exactly where you were coming from. He was the type to let his facial expressions do the talking before his mouth did, you guys had this in common - like just about everything else you talked about. You change the subject, redirecting your attention to the gift basket. It was filled with a plushie, a throw blanket, a pair of fuzzy socks, face masks, your favorite candy, and a cinnamon apple scented candle. You smiled, knowing he put together the perfect basket for you. “I didn’t know what candy to get so I got my favorite.” 

“Yea, y/f/c is my favorite too,” you confess. You feel redness creeping to your cheeks, inch by inch. “Looks like I’ll have to pick up extra on store runs then, huh?” his comment makes your heart race so fast you feel like it could jump out of your chest and run around the block. “Nobody has given me a gift like this before. I really appreciated it,” you mumble, feeling like you exposed too much. 

“Nobody?” he asks, astonishment spewing through his voice like a pot boiling over on high heat, “like, ever?” 

You break your focus from the thoughtful gift basket to look at him, “like on birthdays and stuff. Not anything like this though.” You felt like you could be honest with him. When he was around, no judgment was casted on you, or at least that’s how you felt. 

He lets an, “oh,” fall from his lips. Immediately cringing at his insensitive response, before he can say anything else there’s a loud knock at the door. You head snaps toward the door, furrowing your eyebrows. The ring doorbell still wasn’t set up, so not knowing who was on the other side made you feel uneasy. “Relax, I ordered dinner, remember?” Matt sounds over your shoulder before he approaches the door, pulling it open to reveal a man who looks identical to him. Your eyes widen at the thought of two Matt’s walking this Earth.

'What in the actual fuck is going on?' you thought to yourself.

“They delivered the food to the house again,” the spitting image of him states, in the same nonchalant tone Matt carries with him all the time. Matt thanks him in a dry tone, grabbing the food, and rudely shutting the door in his face. You watch as he brings the food to the living room, clearly thrown off at his brothers, surprise appearance. 

You follow him, deciding to address the elephant in the room, “you’re a twin?”

Matt, on his knees, setting dinner on the rug that’s placed in the middle of the room, lets out dry chuckle, “you really don’t know who I am, do you?”

“Should I? Don’t tell me you’re a part of the mafia,” you joke. The sudden change in his mood made your head spin. You didn’t know which looked sexier, mad Matt or happy Matt. Either way, you were here for all of it.

An amused look spreads across his face, “no, nothing like that,” and he lets out one of those real laughs again. Something about that laugh made you smile bigger than you already were. His smile quickly fades as he picks up your tv remote, “come sit. I’ll show you,” you pop a squat next to him, watching him open the youtube app, and type in ‘The Sturniolo Triplets’

“Triplets?” you ask as he clicks the first video that pops up. Him and two spitting images of him pop up on the screen. You stand up pointing to him on the screen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, “this is you?” 

“I'm impressed you can tell which one is me,” a smirk pulling at his lips as he gets up, disappearing from the room. You study the screen while he’s gone. They were definitely triplets alright. You could easily recognize the one from earlier sitting in the passenger seat. The one in the backseat seemed like he was a lot more bubbly than Matt was, being he was already yelling 30 seconds into the video. Matt reappears into the room with plates and silverware in his hands. You look at him, “first off, I can’t believe you never told me this, and second off, I can spot your resting bitch face from a mile away.”

Matt erupts in a fit of laughter, making it impossible to not join. Real tears come out of his eyes as he tries to collect himself, “I do not have a resting bitch face, Y/n.”

You smile at him, taking your seat next to him, “whatever floats your boat, Matthew.” Teasing him had become a hobby for you at this moment. You had a feeling Matt knew you enjoyed it, which was the only reason he’d keep it going. Willingly falling into your trap every time he seen it coming. He loved the playful spirit you had, it reminded him a lot of his mom.

You and Matt eat dinner, watching a couple different videos of theirs. Each video he clicked had millions of views, making you wonder how you never put two and two together. It was clear to you he was a famous youtuber with a large following, and it was crystal fucking clear he had millions of girls swooning over him, yourself included. And that intimidated you.

Little did you know, Matt finding out you had no idea who he was, attracted him to you even more. 

You groan, setting your plate down, “I’ll throw up if I eat anymore.”

“Leftovers,” he chokes out with a mouth full of food. You watch him as he points to the take-out container, “too good to throw away.” You nod, taking a mental note from earlier; Italian was his favorite. It was your favorite too, so you knew exactly what to cook when the time came, if it did.

After Matt finishes his food, he turns his attention towards you, “you said earlier nobody has ever given you a gift. I need you to elaborate,” he tells you, almost like he's demanding answers. This whole week, you had found out so much about him and told him so little about yourself. Only agreeing with what you had in common, you knew Matt needed more from you, so you finally decided to let your guard down. “Like I said before, birthdays and special occasions, sure. But not random gifts like that,” you tell him honestly, hoping he’d leave it at that.

“No random gifts? What about valentine's day?” he asks, pressing the topic. You let your eyes meet his, shaking your head in response. “So, you’ve never had a boyfriend before?” his question hits too close to home, making you look away. Nervously biting your lip, “I've had a boyfriend before. I actually just got out of a relationship a few months ago,” telling him matter-of-factly.

Matt quickly turns his head to look at the tv, “damn. How long?” he looks at you again. It’s almost like he had to read your face when he was talking to you, but you understood because you felt the same way about him. You shoot him a questioning look, this time telling him to elaborate. He doesn’t say anything, indicating he wants to know whatever you’re comfortable telling him. “Four months since the breakup, together for three years,” you confess, feeling nauseous even saying it. 

Matt raises his eyebrows, and you can tell he’s a bit taken back. “Oh,” is all he says. His eyes drift from you, to the tv, and he scrunches his face, realizing he sounded insensitive much like earlier in the night. “I mean, sounds rough. Four months doesn’t seem like enough time to heal from three years,” he tells you quietly, sticking his foot further in his mouth. He wasn’t wrong; four months wasn’t enough time to heal from a three-year long relationship. Matt being there helped more than either of you knew. For the first time, he didn’t tell you what you wanted to hear, instead he told you what you needed to hear. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings.

“Yeah, well, he checked out a long time ago and so did I,” your tone becomes sharp, not wanting to talk about it anymore. You turn back to the tv, showing him you weren’t talking about it any longer, and hoping he’d take the hint. You watch the rest of the car video playing on your tv, and you can’t help but feel a light sense of tension in the air. Humiliation boiled in your gut, knowing you more-than-likely ruined your chances with Matt. He’d never take you seriously, knowing you were fresh out of a long-term relationship. Matt ends up leaving after the video finishes, giving you an awkward hug goodbye, shooting sparks up your spine like he always does when he touches you.

[always---wrong]

I think I know why I like Greek Mythology so much. It's one of the only religions that I know of where all the godly beings are very obviously nuerodivergent.

The greeks knew it too. They knew they're godly deities were weird as fuck. Their godly deities who could look just like their neighbor or their doctor or someone they pass in the street.

The gods in Greek mythology are so human, especially compared to other religions at the time. It was the first one that designed its gods on humans, one of the first ones where it was okay to laugh at the funny situations the gods got themselves in. The only religion at the time where, though if you got them angry they may kill your entire family, you could interact and be friendly with them.

They were so human. They had a home, a place to live. They went to parties and had their hobbies.

On top of it all, the Olympians are the embodiment of a crazy dysfunctional family. They are a mess, from the cheating husband (and fucking weirdo) in Zeus, to the bitter and jealous wife in Hera. They have kids (mostly Zeus) some who Zeus likes and some where he could literally couldn't care less. There's scandals and messy situation ships. There are betrayals and tragedies. The gods all have their different morals and lines they won't cross and it depends on which god.

They're based on humans. They are so human. (Which is something I don't see often in religions at all and it heals some part of my religious trauma) Yet, they are also weird as fuck, in ways that I find familiar.

They each have their special little things. Things that they care about a mighty deal. Things that are specific especially to them.

Ares with his fighting and war. Hephaestus with his creations and the forge. Hera and her single-mind on Zeus and his disloyalty- that woman is relentless on those poor mistresses. Poseidon and his odd love of horses and other things. Apollo and his music.

It's almost like those things that they focus solely on is some kind of... Special interest perhaps?

It's also the way the act and react to things. They will take things that are said or done that seem small and trivial to another person and blow it up. They will get really upset and make it a whole ordeal.

Like when Athena made a flute and was laughed at cause blowing into it made her look funny so she freaking cursed the flute and it's next player with a terrible fate and threw it off the mountain for no good reason. Or when someone found that flute they played it so well that the bragged that they would even be better than Apollo so he came down, challenged them and then SKINNED them alive after he won. Like dude, calm down.

And I haven't even gotten into how Rick Riordan characterizes them cause I have never seen so many neurodivergent characters in one place then I do in those books. Like, all the campers are neurodivergent because they are demigods, heavy on the god. They got their neurodivergences from them right so it stands to reason that they are also neurodivergent.

Anywayyyyy,

Im reading a Greek mythology textbook right now so I'm going to continue this train of thought as I keep reading but so far, from what I can tell, these fuckers are soooooo nuerodivergent. Argue with a wall if you disagree

[jerzwriter]

Peter, Peter...

Thank you to @callmebeem for bringing this fun creation to life! I love it! My babies, Tobias x Casey, are ALL about the fall, and when the T-shirt fits them THIS well, well, they have to wear it! 😂😂😂

Book: Open Heart (Book 3 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 738 Summary: Tobias & Casey are off to the pumpkin patch, aka Casey's favorite day of the year!

A/N: @choicesprompts Flufftober - Prompts: Fall and Hand Holding, @choicesmonthlychallenge Prompts: Warm Hugs, Crisp Air, Pumpkins My Masterlist | Tobias & Casey Masterlist

Casey always tried to see the bright side of life, so it wasn’t uncommon to find her in a cheerful mood, but today, she was especially giddy, even for her. Autumn was her favorite time of year: the crisp air, turning leaves, apple cider, and pumpkin everything made her heart leap. And today was a high holy day in her world, for today, there would be pumpkin picking!

She missed last year for the first time ever. The chemical attack at Edenbrook left her neither mentally nor physically up to the task. But that only made this year sweeter and the best part of all? She was going to share it with her boyfriend, Tobias.

Tobias had picked pumpkins before, as a kid and a few times during his adult years, too. But as soon as Casey began planning their outing—all the way back in June—he knew this time would be special.

Nothing made him happier than seeing Casey happy, and when she talked about this, she reminded him of a child talking about their first trip to Disney. This wasn’t going to be her first go-round, more like her twenty-seventh, but she still greeted it with such joy and wonder that her excitement became contagious. Now, as he drove to her home to pick her up, Tobias was almost as eager as she was.

The bell rang, and she tossed her arms around him the second she opened the door, his face alight as she plastered him with dozens of little kisses.

“Wow, someone is happy to see me,” he smiled.

“Always,” she beamed, pulling back a bit. “If you want a better greeting than this, you'll have to get a St. Bernard!”

Tobias chuckeled as he eyed her from head to toe, the grin on his lips growing wider.

“What,” she blushed. “Do you like what you see?”

“Always,” he copied, “but I was admiring your shirt, pumpkin.”

Casey looked down at her orange T-shirt with a classic jack-o-lantern design. “You were with me when I bought this,” she grinned. “Don’t you remember?”

“How could I forget!" He laughed. "You nearly danced through the store when you found it! But,” he smirked. “I got a shirt of my own.”

Tobias unbuttoned his denim jacket, spreading his arms wide to reveal his own T-shirt—the words "Peter Peter" in bold letters across his chest.

Casey brought her hand to her mouth as she burst out laughing. “I see you’re taking the subtle approach, Dr. Carrick.”

“What?” he grinned, feigning innocence. “I just thought I’d set the mood for the after-party... Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, and all,” he said in a voice so low Casey almost considered canceling their plans. Almost. He pulled her into his arms with a smile. “I mean, I’ve found a pumpkin I plan on keeping, so the shirt felt... right.”

“Mmmhhh,” Casey hummed, placing a kiss on his neck. “Well, this pumpkin is more than happy to let you keep her.”

Tobias's lips met hers with a tender kiss, and he playfully pushed her against the hallway wall; her giggles filled the apartment as his kisses intensified and his hands began to wander.

But they turned like deer in the headlights when they heard a door open and shut. Casey's roommate Jackie was staring at them with utter disgust.

“Do you two ever stop?” she groaned. "It's like the horny mode is always set to high."

Tobias, always eager to rib Jackie, replied first. “Of course, we stop whenever we’re not together.”

Jackie walked up to him and nudged the happy couple apart, rolling her eyes when she read Tobias's shirt.

“You two are sickening,” she sighed. “Can you please go pick pumpkins so I can enjoy my day off?”

Casey turned to Tobias. “We really should get going. Otherwise, someone else might walk off with the perfect pumpkin that is supposed to be ours!”

“We can get going if you like,” he grinned, “but I’ve already got my perfect pumpkin right here.”

“GET OUT!” Jackie hollered as the happy couple began to kiss again.

“Can we bring you back apple cider donuts as a peace offering?” Tobias laughed.

“That would be a start,” Jackie said with the smallest of grins.

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Casey nodded, taking Tobias by the hand. They rushed down her front steps and into his car, their great pumpkin adventure about to begin!

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[noodle-is-unstable]

Bound and Beat

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Suguru Geto x GN!Reader Kink ~ Bondage and Impact Play Synopsis ~ Staying in and being tied up and hit is all you need for a good Friday night Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, face fucking, bondage, flog, spanking, light face hitting, rough sex, raw sex, reader gets cummed in. Idk Adult Content.

2.0K Words, I don't proof read

“Some friends asked if we wanted to come out drinking tonight.” You commented, looking down at your phone.

“Oh?  Did you want to go?” Geto raised an eyebrow at you.  You were both home bodies so this happened often.  Your friends would ask you both to hang out but neither of you wanted to be the one to say no incase the other wanted to go.  You also rarely had an excuse and constantly telling them no wasn’t an option, they were still your friends after all.

“I’m okay with going if you want to go.” Both of you knew you didn’t want  to go out.  It was Friday night though, it would probably do you both good to go out.

“I’m good with either.  If you want to go, I’ll come but I’m fine staying home too.” But then again you were already in lounge wear and didn’t really want to get ready to go out.

“Totally up to you, I’m down for anything.” Then again you’ve told your friends you’re busy the last two weekends.

“I mean, you’re closer to them than me.  You should choose.” But you’re adults and also can’t go out drinking every weekend.  You have responsibilities.  Plus the hangovers are foul.

“You knew them first, it’s up to you.” You could always go for one drink, but that’s so much work to get ready and go out for an hour.

“Why not tell them you’re tied up and can’t make it.” Geto whispered in your ear.  But then again you could invite them over for a drink so it's more casual.  Wait, what?  Your thoughts snapped to what Geto said, or more how he said it.  His face was beside yours, lips ghosting your ear.  

“What?” Your voice was almost a whisper, still trying to understand what he said.  That’s not normally how these discussions went.  You’d both go back and forth until you’d reluctantly convince yourself to go..  

“Why not tell them you’re tied up and can’t go?” Geto smirked, hands moving to hold your hips and pull you into him.

“I don’t want to lie to them.” Brows furrowing you bit the inside of your cheek.  The group chat was still going off, waiting for an answer.  The Geto grabbed your chin, pinching your cheeks so your mouth opened and you’d look at him.

“Who said you’d be lying?” He asked with a tilted head.  That’s when his actions and words clicked together.  Your eyes went wide, heart beat increasing.  You were searching his eyes for any hint he was joking but found none.

“So, can I inform them you’ll be preoccupied tonight?” Geto’s lips were curled in an alluring smirk.  Always so smooth and sultry.  All you could do was give a small nod, your cheeks still squeezed in his hand.  He grabbed your phone from you and typed out a quick message before tossing it on the counter.  Before you could say anything he had scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the room.  Not the bedroom, the special spare room where all your extra special and fun sex objects were kept.  

“On the X-cross, handing, or just restrained tonight, Angel?” Geto hummed as he opened the door.  So many options.  You thought for a moment.

“You got us out of going out tonight, so dealer's choice.” You smiled back at him.

“I should save you from social situations more often.” Geto laughed, tenderly kissing your forehead.  “Well, instead of hanging out with friends, I think it would be fitting to have you hanging in a different way.” He hummed, gently placing your feet back on the ground.  You looked up at the hooks and clips on the ceiling that Geto had installed.  

“Clothes off.” He commanded before going to the closet to dig around.  “How rough do you want the ropes to be?” He asked absentmindedly while he grabbed  other things.

“Rough.” You purred with a smile.  There was something about hanging with ropes that gently tore into you that was euphoric.

“Such a masochist.” Geto teased which just made you roll your eyes.

“I was normal and had plain old vanilla sex before I met you.  You’re the real freak here.” You shot back.  This just made him laugh as he pulled out the items.

“Yeah?  And how was it?  How many times did they make you cum or scream their name?” Geto gave you a cocky smirk and raised brow.  Your cheeks went flush as you pouted.  He was right, but did he have to be so loud about it?

“Whatever.” You mumbled.

“That’s what I thought.” Geto chuckled, preparing the rope.  “Now what's the safe word?” He asked as he began to wrap the rope around you.

“Red.” You sighed, letting him lift and move your arms as needed.  He did this every time.  You always had to go through the safety precautions and tell him you consented.  It wasn’t that you were upset he did this, in fact it always made you feel safe.  The issue was you would let him do absolutely anything to you and would thank him after.  Never once had you used the precautions but still, he made sure you knew them and they were in place.

“Mhm, and the action?” Geto asked, now binding your arms behind your back.

“Three snaps or three taps.” You confirm, though with the way your arms were, that wasn’t going to be an option.

“And sound?” Geto moved to your legs, tying one so your ankle was flush to your thigh.

“Three deep grunts in a row.” You squeaked as Geto tightened the rope.

“Great.” Geto smiled, giving your ass a gentle tap.  “Up we go.” He smirked, throwing you over his shoulder like you were weightless.  He began to work the ropes through the hooks and pulleys before hoisting you up.  You were posed with your arms back like angel wings, one leg tied to itself and the other dangling.

“You look ethereal, my Angel.” Geto let out a soft sigh, heart filled eyes as he took in the view.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You strain to say, the rope on your ribs restricting their movement.  Then you saw a flash, a polaroid printing out.  

“I always do.” Geto smirked, shaking the picture before adding it to the bulletin board on the wall.  It had hundreds of pictures.  Some of you together, some of just him, but mostly you in precarious positions.  Welts on your ass, tied up, bound and gagged, whatever that session happened to be of.

“Now shall we?” Geto hummed, grabbing a flog.  Your cheeks went flush.  You always seemed to go quiet and shy once you realized the position you were truly in.  Completely helpless, at the mercy of Geto and putting all your trust in him.  A stinging impact hit your left butt cheek, making you suck air in through your teeth.  

“Count them.” Geto instructed.

“One.” You groaned out.  A hand came down on the other side of your ass.

“Two.” You whimpered, the stinging sensation sending waves of pleasure straight through you.  The flog whipped your exposed side.

“Three.” You moaned, eyes already beginning to roll back.

“So filthy of you to get off on getting hit, Angel.” Geto teased, lifting your chin to look at him.  “Open.” He squeezed your cheeks.  Your jaw went slack on his command, a long strand of his spit falling into your mouth.  You happily savored the sweet saliva.

“So filthy.” Geto cooed, gently slapping your cheek twice.  The way you looked up at him, slightly slack jawed, tongue half out and hearts in your eyes had his cock painfully hard.  The way he had barely touched you, but here you were, already dumb and drooling for him.

“Think you deserve a teat?” Geto’s voice was coated in lust, deep and thick with need.  You nodded, swallowing hard.  Your eyes went wide as you watched Geto strip down, hard cock slapping his stomach and leaving a connection of precum.  He walked up to you, grabbing his dick he slapped your cheek with it, leaving a smeared trail of precum.  

“Do you want it?” Geto asked, slapping your cheek again.

“Yes.” You were practically panting, unable to move to claim it for yourself.

“Beg for it Angel.” He smiled down at you.  His tip continued to tap into your cheek as you attempted to nuzzle into it more.

“Pretty please Suguru, please.  I want you so badly, want to taste you, please.” You whined, eyes fixated on his drooling cock.

“Anything for you.  Open up.” Your jaw fell open on his command.  Geto took no time to put his cock between your lips and pull the ropes so he was down your throat.  Your eyes filled with tears at the rough entry.  You gagged on his length, lashes already tearstained.  Even so you didn’t use the  safe sound and Geto took this as encouragement to continue.  With his grip on the ropes he began to swing you, pulling you almost off his dick before roughly swinging it back so your nose hit his happy tail.  Drool and spit bubbles from your lips as Geto roughly face fucked you.  The roped scraped and dug into you with every swing, sure to leave their mark on you.  Every time he pulled you forward, a hash slap was added to your ass.  A gagged cry would try to escape your stuffed throat but only more drool would fall.

“So good.  Fuck, you feel so good Angel.” Geto grunted.  It was only when his abs began to contract he fully pulled out.  You gasped, coughing at the sudden freedom.  

“That should be enough spit, yeah?” Geto panted, having just edged himself so he didn’t cum down your throat.  He collected the messy amount of drool on your chin with his fingers before he moved behind you.  Fingers deposited the spit onto your entrance as a form of lube.

“Such a stunning view.” Geto purred, stretching your hole with both hands to get a better view of it.  “It just calls to me, begs to be filled by my cock.” He tapped his tip to it.  Geto gave you no warning as he grabbed the rope once again to swing you into him, forcing you to take him fully in one swift motion.  Your eyes rolled back  as a cried scream left your lips.  He managed to direct his tip into your sweet spot.  Tears poured from your eyes at the stretching sensation and the pleasure you felt.  It was almost too much.  With just one thrust he already had you on the verge of cuming.  Geto wasn’t insane though, he held you in pace for a while, letting you adjust to around him.  It was only when he could feel you clenching around him, trying to pull him in impossibly deeper, that he began to swing you again.  The ropes began to dig in again, pleasure and pain mixing into one as you cried over the sensation.  Geto swung you roughly back into him each time, his tip bruising your sweet spot.  A loud, moaning scream left your lips when Geto harshly slapped your ass at the exact moment he bottomed out into you.

“A-AH Suguru!” You were a mess.  Words that were meant to be begging just came out broken and all too much.  Each swing, each slap, each thrust, each burning fiber from the rope, it was all becoming too much.

“Gunna cum for me?  Let me hear my Angel sing my name.  Come on, I wanna hear you.” Geto grunted.  He was close too but he’d be damned if he came before you did.

“Please, Suguru, god, please!” Broken screams escaped you as your orgasm washed over you.  Eyes rolling back as your entire body shook, going stiff.  

“Fuck!” Geto grunted, cumming  deep into your core, holding the rope so he was as deep in you as possible.  The second your orgasm faded your body went limp, simply too exhausted to hold itself up.  You were drooling, eyes half lidded.  You could barely focus on the fact Geto was lowering you from your place, loosening the ropes.

“You’re too perfect Angel.  My ethereal blessing.” Geto sighed, kissing along the deep rope burns that covered your body.  “Come on, let me take care of you.” He cooed, picking you up as if you were delicate and might break.  As if you hadn’t just been manhandled to oblivion.

About the Kink: Bondage and Impact Play are apart of the BDSM umbrella. Bondage is the practice of consensually tying, binding or restricting someone. Generally this is done for erotic, aesthetic, or somatosensory stimulation. A partner may be physically restrained in a variety of ways, including the use of rope, cuffs, bondage tape, or self-adhering bandage. Impact play is the is a sexual practice in which one person is struck (usually repeatedly) by another person for the gratification of either or both parties which may or may not be sexual in nature. How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

It's important to remember that consent can be taken away at any point in time. While participating in these things safe words, actions and sounds should all be implemented. The one doing the restraining should check in with the restrained and ensure they are okay and comfortable. Remember it's only a kink if both parties are willing, eager participants. When using restraints there should be thinks like a knife, scissors, or other cutting tools nearby incase there is need to undo the binds quickly. With both Bondage and Impact Play aftercare is a must. Emotional aftercare is also highly recommended. Aftercare expectations should be discussed before beginning

[supersaiyanjedi14]

SABEZRA WEEK: Day 3 (Oct 30): Surprise

*My AU: Ezra and Sabine make their way to Krownest to share some special news with Tristan, who has something to show them as well.

Krownest was just as he had remembered it.  A thick blanket of snow covered every visible inch, leaving the trees and rocks with a light frosted glow.  As the Phantom touched down, Ezra nonetheless appreciated the one critical difference from his last visit to the planet, that being the distinct lack of Imperials shooting at them.

Hopefully the lack of active firearms would remain a fact by the end of the day.

“Will you give it a rest?”

Ezra turned to the seat next to him to see Sabine lightly shaking her head.  As always her hair and armor were popping with color, though the stark whiteness of their surroundings was making it come across as substantially more so than usual.

“Am I that obvious about it?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“Well,” Sabine mused, “considering that you’re about five seconds away from snapping the yoke like a stick in your bare hands, there’s sweat all over your face, you’ve been reciting your calming exercise mantra under your breath ever since we got off the comm-“

“Hey, it’s not every day you stroll up to a Mandalorian fortress and tell the guy in charge you suddenly tied the knot with his sister.”

Sabine rolled her eyes and placed her hand on his shoulder.  It was still a strange thing to think about.  It had been right before the New Republic’s attack to capture Coruscant.  The tension in the fleet had been so thick you could cut it with a broken vibroblade, most people expecting the most extreme fighting since the Death Star and Jakku and many wondering if they were going to come out of this in one piece.  For all their fearlessness, Ezra and Sabine had not been exempt from the worries.  Add on how their relationship had blossomed over the past decade and all the trials that had entailed, and they had decided that they wanted no regrets should the worst happen.

And so, in the privacy of their quarters aboard Home One, Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren had exchanged the traditional marriage vows of the Mandalorian people, declaring themselves as one together and apart, vowing to share all and raise warriors.  Some would consider it a mere formality at this point considering how they were practically married already, but to them it had meant everything.

In hindsight, they could have probably waited on it.  Not only was the capture of the galactic capital considerably smoother than anyone had expected, but the subsequent trap that the Imperial leadership had left behind had tied everyone up in work that ranged from taxing to disturbing.  Ezra would have never thought that a disease would be more daunting than a pitched battle, but the Krytos virus had proved them all wrong.  The fact that Zeb and Hera had both been infected had only made those months even more taxing for the Specters.

The most relevant personal consequence of all this chaos had been that they had never gotten around to informing the rest of Clan Wren of their nuptials.  Most of the Mandalorians had been in their own space to try and force out the last remnants of the Saxon regime, the recently appointed Count Tristan Wren among them, while the severity of their busy schedules had prevented a proper visit until this point.  The substantial gap in time had give Ezra’s nerves plenty of time to settle in.  Sabine had insisted to him again and again that they had done nothing substantially out of the ordinary for her people, yet he still couldn’t shake the apprehension of springing the news on his new brother-in-law.

Thankfully, instead of giving him yet another lecture on the subject, Sabine merely laughed a bit and playfully punched his arm.  “You say that as though he doesn’t like you.  If anything, he’s probably going to be over the moon.”

“What if it had been your mom we were seeing?”

Sabine considered for a moment.  “Okay, she would have probably shot you.”

“Comforting.”

“Look,” Sabine said, turning his face to look at her, her expression much softer, “it’s going to be fine.  Trust me, he’s had worse surprises.”

Ezra took a deep breath.  “Okay then,” he said as he returned her smile, “Let’s go see the in-laws”

--

Normally, visitors to the Wren compound, especially aruetii, would have been thoroughly searched before being allowed entry, but a few sharp glares from Sabine had told the reception committee thar frisking the Loth-rat in her presence would not end well.  As such, the two of them were able to proceed quickly right to the throne room.  There, seated underneath the portrait of his mother, was Tristan Wren, looking over a datapad while talking with another warrior.  Aside from the thin mustache under his nose and the shades of burgundy in his armor, he seemed the same as ever, though there was also a visible tension to him that only upwards of five years of war could bring.  Once he saw the two walking in, however, that tension seemed to melt away.  Smiling broadly, Tristan shooed the others out of the room and made towards his sister.

“Sorry I wasn’t at the pad to greet you guys in person,” he said cheerfully, “Shysa and Korkie are running me like a bantha to keep a lid on things out here.  Reports and data coming in every minute.”

“At least you’re still in one piece.”  Sabine joked as she moved to hug her brother.

“Yeah, only on the outside.” Tristan returned both the humor and the embrace before extending a hand to Ezra.  “And how’ve you been?”

“Okay for the most part,” Ezra replied, taking the hand and firmly shaking it, “especially with our own messes to clean up.”

Tristan sighed.  “Yeah, we heard all about that.  How’re Hera and Zeb?”

“Fully recovered,” Sabine said, “Though Zeb’s still a bit cranky.”

“Isn’t he always?”

“Moreso than usual since he didn’t get the chance to pummel Isard himself before she blew.”

“That would have been entertaining.”

The three of them laughed at the mental image, and Ezra found himself far more relaxed and at ease.  What had he been worried for?

“So,” Tristan said, clapping his hands together, “to what do I owe the pleasure?  Not that I don’t like you guys visiting, but it’s a little odd that you couldn’t just do this in a holo call.”

Sabine grinned.  “We felt this was better said in person.  It’s not sensitive, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she quickly threw in in response to Tristan’s glimmer of concern.

“Okay, then,” he said cautiously, “What’s up?”

Sabine turned to face Ezra.  With a deep breath, Ezra decided to just rip the bacta patch off.

“Well,” he began, “when the New Republic was getting ready to attack Coruscant, Sabine and I…well we weren’t sure what would happen when we took the capital.  We didn’t really want anything unsaid or undone should the worst case happen.  So we…uh.”  Ezra’s words caught a bit his throat, then ran out “wesortofgotmarried.”

Tristan was silent for a moment, then blinked a few times.  “Huh?”

Ezra was afraid he’d have to rush it out again, but thankfully Sabine came to his rescue.  “We took the vows right before the battle,” she clarified, slipping her hand into his own.  “Ezra’s now my husband.”

Silence filled the room as Tristan just stood there.  The seconds seemed to tick by at the speed of a gonk droid.  Ezra was about to reach through the Force to get a glimpse of what was going through his head when the other Mandalorian finally spoke.

Or rather, laughed.

For several long seconds, the walls reverberated with Tristan’s booming laughter, his face twisting into an almost hysterical grin.  Before Ezra could ask if he was okay, Tristan had rushed forward and pulled Ezra into a bone-crushing hug, still howling as he did so.

“Really?!” he asked with tears in his eyes, “You’re not kidding?!”

“Ribs!  Ribs!”  Ezra wheezed as he pulled his brother-in-law off of him.  “And yes, we’re serious.  Unless I bungled the Mando’a somewhere, we’ve been married for the past seven months.” “Hahaha!” Tristan yelled.  “Finally!”

Sabine blinked at her brother’s reaction.  “Finally?  What do you mean ‘finally’?  Were you betting with someone on when it would happen?” she accused.

“No, no,” Tristan said, raising his hands as he started to come down from his high, “it’s just you guys were dating for so long people were joking you were married already for years.  I’m just happy you guys got around to making it official.”

“People were saying that?” Ezra asked, somewhat baffled that such gossip about him was a thing.

“Huh,” Sabine mused, “now I know how Kanan and Hera felt.”

“Anyway,” Tristan continued, having finally stopped cackling like a madman, “Thank the Force you guys did it.  It means I can finally give Mr. Jedi here this.”

“Give me what?”

To answer the question, Tristan ran over to a cabinet in the corner of the room and pulled out what seemed to be a large suitcase.  Whatever was inside must have been heavy, as he strained to pull it over and set it down at Ezra’s feet.  “Well,” he said, somewhat giddy, “open it up!”

Ezra looked at Sabine, who merely shrugged and gestured to the case.  Kneeling down, Ezra flipped the knobs and lifted the lid.  What he saw made his jaw drop.  It was a full suit of Mandalorian armor, the plates a mixture of dark orange and red.  At the top of the case was the helmet, adorned with the Nite-owl esque eyes that were the Wren family sigil.  Far more telling, however were the unmistakable markings of the Loth-wolf, something only Sabine had done to this point.  Underneath the plates was a neatly folded black cloak.

Ezra’s eyes turned up to look at Tristan.  From his peripheral, he saw that Sabine was just as awestruck.

“So,” Tristan asked.  “What do you think?” “You,” Ezra shakily rose to his feet, “You made this for me? “Had it done a couple years ago.”  Tristan explained.  “I’ve been holding onto it in case you guys ever became official.  In the, eh, ‘normal’ family sense at least.”

“Normal?”

Tristan sighed, then scooped up the helmet from the box.  “Ezra, you and the rest of the crew have been Sabine’s family since the beginning, in a lot of ways more than we ever were.”  There was a twinge of sadness in his voice as he said this.  “Even before you guys started dating.  As far as I’m concerned, you guys marrying is just a formality.”  He smiled warmly as he handed the helmet to Ezra.  “Unfortunately, we’re a little picky on formalities, and I can’t really just hand armor out to any odd boyfriend.”

“Well, you have the off bit down.”

“Hey!”

“I mean it as an endearment, Ez’ika!” Sabine clarified with a smirk.

Ezra laughed back before looking into the helmet’s visor.  “So, does marrying a Mandalorian just make me one?”

“Only if you want to.”

Ezra thought for a moment.  “Well, Sabine took my name.  If she wanted to be a Bridger, who am I to not want to be a Wren?”

Tristan and Sabine looked at each other, and shared a smile.  “In that case,”  Tristan walked over to Ezra and placed a hand on his shoulder.  “Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'vod.”

“Huh?”  Ezra blinked.  “Sorry, still new to the whole Mando’a thing.  You said you know-”

“I know your name as my brother,” Sabine said with the flickers of tears in her eyes.  ““It’s the gai bal manda.  The traditional Mandalorian adoption ritual.”

“Modified a bit.” Tristan said with a shrug.  “It’s meant for parents and kids, but with Mom and Dad gone I reworked it a bit.”  He turned to look at Ezra.  “Welcome to Clan Wren, Ezra Bridger.”

Ezra looked at Tristan for a moment, then turned to his wife.  Sabine looked like she was seconds away from tears of joy.  Rather than keep her anxious, Ezra just leaned forward to pull Tristan into a hug.  Complete with Force-enhanced strength.

“GAH!  RIBS!  RIBS!”

“How do you like it now, bro?”

“Why you-!”, Tristan’s complaint was drowned out by the laughter exploding from Sabine.

Ezra had come here thinking he would surprise Tristan.  Who’d have thought he’d be on the reciving end instead?

[ryder-writes]

A Special Surprise- Dilf!Kirishima x GN!Reader

A/n: First time writing smut lol

CW: Daddy kink, praise kink, reader revives oral, can be read as amab or afab, MDNI

WC: 1k

"Eijiro~ where are you baby?"

"'m in here, angel."

You make your way to your husband's office where he was working. You had decided to surprise him for once instead of him surprising you. You knock on the door before walking in, closing it behind you. Eijiro turns around in his chair to face you.

"Hell- oh, what do we have here, hm?"

Red eyes raked up and down your body. You had made sure to wear red, his favorite color. You knew it turned him on whenever you wore it.

"You like it? I picked it out special for tonight."

Eijiro paused, eyes widening.

"What's tonight? I didn't miss a date did I?"

"No, baby." You make your way over to him and sit on his lap. "I just wanted to surprise you. You've been working so hard lately." You give him a quick kiss. "It's the least I could do with everything you do for me."

"I could say the same for you, angel." He says as he grabs your hand and places soft kisses to it, making your heart flutter.

"Anyways," You change the subject before he notices the blush growing on your cheeks (he notices anyway). "I got us reservations at that new steakhouse you wanted to try." His face held a look of astonishment.

"How?! I heard from Tetsu that it was really hard to get one."

"I have my ways." You smirk while kissing his nose.

"Alright, I won't ask." He chuckled."I'm almost done with work, give me twenty minutes to finish up here and we'll go after I change."

"But you look so hot right now." You argue, causing him to chuckle.

"I can't go out just wearing sweatpants, even if you enjoy it. Maybe a little too much." Looking down, he saw you transfixed with rubbing and squishing his tummy.

"Huh?"

He laughed at your response.

"Exactly." He gently pat your thigh, signaling for you to get off, waiting for you to so so before turning back around to his desk. Starting to write, he grumbled: "These stupid reports. Keep'n me from going on a date with my fucking partner." You chuckle, giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning around and leaving the room.

-

After what felt like hours (it was actually 30 minutes; you were just impaitent), your husband stepped out into the living room. He was wearing a maroon button up with black dress pants, and a gold necklace with a symbol of your quirk on it (or something that represents you if you're quirkless).

"Damn, how do you get sexier every time I see you?" You smirk, standing up to kiss him. He grabs your hips and kisses you slowly, forcing you to melt into his touch.

"I think it's my inresistable charm." He quips, breaking the kiss. "Now, we should get going." He holds out his arm for you, which you take. Walking toward the front door, he grabs your bag and his keys.

Once at the car, he opens the passenger door for you, closing it once you're inside. During the drive his hand is on your thigh, rubbing back and forth.

-

"Yes, that will be all, thank you." The waiter nods their head in response before walking away. A comfortable silence surrounds you both. You reach across the table, resting your hand on top of his. Eijiro opens his fingers, allowing you to interlace them together.

"I can't wait to get home. I'm gonna make you feel so good, angel." The last part is only a whisper; a secret between you two.

"Eijiro! We're in public." You whisper-yell.

He holds his hand (the one that isn't holding yours) up in mock surrender.

"I'm sorry darling, you just look so..." He thinks for a second. "...divine."

"Divine?"

"Mhm. You are truly the most beautiful and irresistible person I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Aw, baby... That's so sweet." You lean across the table, and he does the same, meeting together for a kiss.

- "Mhmm fuck Eijiro~ Ah!" You felt a harsh slap to your ass.

"No cursing."

"M'sorry daddy." You push your ass toward him, trying to get him to touch you again.

"Hm? You like when I slap your ass baby?" He teases.

"I like when you touch me. Please touch me! I'll be good, I promise!"

"Oh, so desperate for me. Don't worry, daddy'll make you feel good." He leans forward and kisses between your shoulders, moving down until he comes face-to-face with your hole. "So pretty..." He mumbles. Blush spreads across your face- he always manages to make you flustered during these intimate moments. Suddenly, you feel something warm and wet. Eijiro smirks, flicking his tongue at your entrance. You whimper, rolling your hips toward him.

"Mm, love your nosies sweetheart." You whimper again. "Like it when I praise you, huh?" He chuckles. "You deserve it baby."

"Deeper, please." Eijiro doesn't respond, instead shoving his tongue inside of you. Your mouth falls open uncontrollably, causing whines and moans to escape your mouth. "Daddy.... yes... feels so good..." His head is pulled forward by a tight grip on his hair. He moans, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. "More~." Another slap to your ass.

"Be polite."

It was a command.

"More, please!" Oh how desperate you sounded. And oh how he loved that. A finger made it's way into you, causing your eyes to roll back. He knew how to stroke your walls just right with his thick fingers. He was also rutting against the bed; eating you out gave him immense pleasure. Continuing his ministrations, you draw closer and closer to your release. That familiar heat becoming unbearable. "Daddy can I cum? I've been so good, please daddy!" You beg.

"You did get me that delicious dinner..." Eijiro's hands tighten their grip on your thighs, brining you closer. "You can cum, baby. Be good and cum for daddy." That was all you needed, as the thread snapped and you released into his mouth. He licked it all up, slurping sounds leaving his lips every couple seconds. Eijiro eventually comes up from between your legs, a dazed smirk on his face.

"You're way more delicious."

A/n Pt.2: Hope you enjoyed! I kinda hate it actually but whatever lol. Feel free to look at my Masterlist with more Dilf Kirishima content! And, if you want to request your own dilf fic, here are my rules for requesting!

[hardly-an-escape]

Square: B1 - Dehydration

Title: "dehydration"

Rating: T

Ship: Dream/Hob

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Additional Tags: retired Dream of the Endless, established relationship, heat wave, temperature play, implied sexual content

Summary: Sleepless and uncomfortable in the midst of a summer heatwave, a retired Dream of the Endless finds an unconventional way to cool off with the help of his lover.

Link to AO3.

my first fill for @dreamlingbingo 2024! (yes, I know it's almost the end of October...)

The nights were the worst.

The irony was not lost on Morpheus – the night had ere been his home. Dreams belong in the dark, after all; belong to the dark. They are born in those middling nowhere hours between sunset and sunrise, and then too had Dream been born – or if not strictly born, at the very least come into existence.

Even the Dreaming, despite its riots of color and flights of fancy, had been greatly comprised of darkness. Of midnights, and of the dim corners of bedrooms, and the unseen things that lurk in them.

But Morpheus was Dream no longer, and the Dreaming was not his. He was human, not dreamstuff, and possessed of the same human foibles and weaknesses as all the other humans who were lying awake in the dark, oppressive heat of London at the height of summer; namely, a physical body, and all the glands that went along with it.

It was so hot.

Morpheus tossed and turned, seeking a cool patch of pillow. He was so sweaty. The top sheet, despite its lightness, stuck to his skin – but if he pushed it down, the breeze from the fan Hob had propped in the corner made his skin prickle uncomfortably, even as it brought momentary relief from the heat. The thin fabric of his underwear felt burdensome and restrictive – even his eyelids, even the inside of his skull felt sweaty.

He rolled over again and genuinely could not help the pitiful-sounding sigh that escaped him.

“Still awake, darling?” Hob’s voice was sleepy.

“Yes,” sniffed Morpheus. “I am. So uncomfortable. I cannot sleep.”

“I know, neither can I. It’s bad this summer.” One broad fingertip ghosted across Morpheus’s collarbone. It felt just slightly wet. Morpheus did not think his body should be able to make itself wet. “Can I do anything for you, love?”

“Yes. No. Yes. The fan is bothering me.”

Hob levered himself out of bed with a soft grunt and switched the fan off, then came back and kissed Morpheus lightly on the forehead.

“Want a little treat?” he asked. “I got something at the shops earlier that I think you’ll like.”

“I have already brushed my teeth.”

“You get special dispensation for cold treats in bed. I decided. On account of how it’s a million degrees even though it’s bloody midnight.”

Hob padded out to the kitchen and Morpheus heard the freezer open and shut. Something clinked against ceramic and then Hob returned, plopping down on the bed by Morpheus’s knees. Morpheus pushed himself up to a sitting position and kicked the sheet down around his feet.

The treat Hob handed him was bright red, even in the darkened bedroom. Morpheus took the wooden stick delicately between his finger and thumb and gave it a tentative lick.

“Cherry,” offered Hob. “Or at least that’s what it said on the label. I imagine it mostly tastes like sugar, really.”

“It is good. And more importantly, it is cold.”

Morpheus nibbled a chunk off the end of the popsicle and let it melt on his tongue. He closed his eyes, the better to savor the experience, to focus on the soothing interplay between sweet and frozen, and thus missed the sight of Hob fishing an ice cube from the small bowl he was holding and rubbing it gently against his mouth. He was surprised into a gasp, eyes flying open, when Hob pressed a chilly, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of one knee.

“Hob – what –”

“Shhh,” Hob said, and placed another kiss, a little higher. “Eat your popsicle.”

Obediently, Morpheus bit off another small piece of the frozen treat. It almost immediately disintegrated into little shards of cherry-flavored ice, sharp and sweet. He felt the chill as it slid down his throat, but barely tasted the popsicle; the whole of his attention was fixed on Hob, on his eyes, wide in the dim room, and on the fresh ice cube he was practically caressing with his lips.

The third kiss was to the thin, soft skin of Morpheus’s inner thigh. The fourth just below his navel. By the time the seventh deliciously chilly brush of Hob’s lips was dropped next to his Adam’s apple, Morpheus’s pulse was racing and the popsicle was drooping dangerously near the sheets, practically forgotten.

Hob, of course, noticed.

“Whoops, love,” he said, reaching over and wrapping his hand around Morpheus’s. “Don’t want that getting on the sheets.”

“No,” Morpheus responded faintly. He was having trouble concentrating.

Hob smirked. He lifted Morpheus’s hand, popsicle and all, and suddenly the whole thing was in his mouth, his lips brushing against Morpheus’s fingers. He made a show of pulling the stained wooden stick out obscenely slowly, of dramatically swallowing, of licking his lips. Then he brought Morpheus’s hand to his mouth again and deliberately kissed each one of his fingertips.

“Why don’t you lie back, love,” Hob said, voice low. “And I’ll see if I can’t find another way to get your mind off the heat.”

read on AO3 >>>

this was expanded from this ficlet, but I added well over 100 words to meet the minimum requirements!

[softquietsteadylove]

If you don’t mind, I’d love to hear your headcanons for the Ice Queen X Tyrant King AU as well🥹🫶💕 thank youuu <3

More Ice Queen/Tyrant King headcanons! Let's go!!!

Little Heiress lives in Korea again. She will hate Gil and Thena both until the day she dies. But she has resigned herself to the fact that going after either of them again will result in her death.

Druig is a hacker, like one of the crazy impossible ones in the movies. He taps into surveillance like it's nothing, owns a bunch of networks and servers. He doesn't show up to many meetings in person, but he and Makkari get together when they can.

Speaking of the Lightning Thief herself, she has many talents, but she chooses to stay contracted as a petty thief. She thinks it's more fun and it offers her more variety and the freedom to travel. She has no permanent place, usually renting in small slots of time. When she's in town, she stays with Druig.

Makkari loves hanging out with Thena and Sersi. None of them had all that normal a childhood, so she likes having girl friends to hang out with. Sometimes she breaks into their homes when she wants to have a sleepover. She doesn't do it to Thena anymore, ever since she broke in and they were getting busy in the elevator again.

Kingo really played it down at the time, but he was the one to give Gil Thena's building passcode. He told him that she was miserable, moping around like she'd gotten her heart broken. His instruction to Gil was "fix it".

Imo comes to America a lot more often now, entirely to visit them. And by them, it's mostly Thena. She'll show up and Thena will drop all her business for the day to visit with her. Imo says she's a good daughter. Then Gil will get home, find out they've spent all day together, having tea or chilling or shopping, and he pouts about being left out.

Gil once asks Thena if he's losing his edge. When she asks what he means he pats his belly and says maybe he should quit drinking beer or something. She says she doesn't mind any shape he's in, so long as that shape is alive (and she says she's not romantic).

He does go to the gym though, that is on days when he's not beating people up and disposing of bodies, since rest days are important. It's mostly because, ever since that French guy, he's been even more aware than usual just how beautiful and desired his fiance is.

He's asked Thena once or twice what she wants to do for the wedding. She says that she thought he would have an idea. They haven't gotten very far past that, since they're already quite married in spirit anyway.

They both have their ring tattoos on the left hand, while the physical rings are on the right. Thena takes hers off frequently, whether it's because she doesn't want to get blood on it or because she doesn't want whomever she's meeting with to know she has a weakness like that. Gil never takes his off.

Thena's favourite foods are tteokbokki, carbonara and traditional Russian solyanka, all of which Gil knows how to make deliciously. She grew up with a lot of Russian and European cuisine of course, and even some central Asian dishes thanks to her various nannies and caretakers. But once Gil started cooking Korean food for her, she hasn't looked back.

Imo shows her some things when she visits, but Thena has confessed multiple times with embarrassment that she's a terrible cook. Imo says that's fine so long as she has other things she's good at, like running the business.

Imo is surprisingly violent. She's run the family business for a long time--the business Gil's father married into, she likes to remind him. Imo has enforced so much in her day that she used to get called the Red Queen. Thena only idolizes her even more for it.

Although it's rare, if Thena and Gil argue over the course of a few days, she'll threaten to call Imo. Things resolve themselves quickly.

Gil likes bringing home little treats. Thena always says she doesn't need them or she's not hungry after dinner or something. They're always gone by the next time he looks in the fridge.

Gil loves calling Thena little petnames like Ice, and Sweetness, and Princess, and she even lets him call her baby here and there. But he makes sure to take time to lean in close and whisper Thena at just the right times.

They still haven't discussed the wedding plans, but if Gil were to ask her to go through with a Korean wedding, she would still say yes.

Imo calls the office sometimes and Thena isn't in, but she likes talking to Kingo--thinks he's funny. Thena tells her not to taunt her personal assistant, but Imo is like an orca who enjoys playing with her food before the kill.

[plesiosaurys]

In some town that just means 'Home' to them With no translator left to sound A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground

[hoshigray]

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!” 

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family. 

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.” 

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?” 

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?” 

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.” 

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you  — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.  

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about. 

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner. 

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.” 

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years. 

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink. 

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

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Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo. 

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow. 

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone. 

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.” 

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.” 

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.” 

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.” 

“Still traumatized from that one time?” 

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.” 

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great. 

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…” 

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty. 

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?” 

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!” 

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!” 

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.” 

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs. 

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television. 

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The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street. 

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.  

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights. 

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.” 

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come. 

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow. 

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.” 

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse. 

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body. 

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!” 

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body. 

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.” 

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?” 

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.” 

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side. 

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs. 

“Will do.”He whistles. 

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point. 

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.” 

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.” 

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.” 

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?” 

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you. 

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.” 

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired. 

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

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actually tiny thing this time that I would just like to complain about so I can go to bed :/