#so of course they had to figure out a way to reflect this in the BK world

[letmebeclearidonotknow]

~ work in progress~

title: “get off the cross, we need the wood”

7:13pm. dinner table. a picture of perfection. consuming was (and is) a favorite pastime of mine. i inhaled the spaghetti before my mom dad and sister could spoon-twirl their second bites. i didn’t know how savor but i did know how to suffer.

the predicament: i couldn’t find my stomach.

pang

stiff arm

forward lurch

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it was so kind of you to dangle my head just above the water

i was relieved to feel my hair follicles separate from my skull

relieved until

i drowned in my own reflection

— i cursed the one streak of tomato sauce i had failed to lick off the plate

i’m a blue whale at feeding time , engulfing vast amounts of water plankton and krill, bloating with sensation

your version: shallow breath, false comforts, and blue paint

it made me sick

yet

i wanted to be devoured. the only way i could figure out how to get closer to your mouth was to be inside of you. you looked so beautiful, clawing at my insides. i prayed you would spend the next 24 hours plucking bits of my flesh out of your molars.

invitation: death by unification

picture: open arms

i told you not to ask me to hold that position.

i tried to hold it anyways

but

my hip bones were crushed under the weight of your embrace. my mind suffocated by your immutable airhead oblivion.

crack

baseball bat angel egg smash mouth

i’m on fire but the fire is bleeding, veiny rivers of red all set their course to you

they say ignorance is bliss but i’m dead

what a gift, self destruction. i would offer myself on an altar if it would save you.

i may not be attractive or funny or smart or especially skilled but i DO have a relationship with my body so traumatic that it's hard to define it as "my" "body" #MyBody?

[whoredyceps]

"Why are you here?"

» joel isn't used to being woken up at odd hours of the night. tonight is no different, but when you're on the other side of the door at 2am in a bridesmaid's dress and tears in your eyes, the hour of the night doesn't matter. how does one comfort a crying ex?

» pairing: joel miller x reader

» tags: au - no outbreak, alcohol consumption, non-descript f!reader, brief mention of anxiety/mental health struggle, previous established relationship, mentions of breakup, hurt/comfort, un-beta'd - we die like men

» author's note: just something i pulled from a prompt list, and it seemed so joel coded. lmk your thoughts <3

Joel checked the clock to make sure he read the time right. It was dark, the only light in the room a combination of slivers of a streetlight and the red glow of the alarm clock on his bedside table.

Yeah, he read it right. It was just a quarter past two and someone was knocking on his front door. At least, that's what it sounded like. There was banging, but it was rhythmic enough that he didn't think someone was trying to break in.

Was he concerned that someone was trying to get in at this hour? Of course. His only saving grace was Sarah's absence due to a birthday party-turned-sleepover. While he had been reluctant to agree when she called earlier in the evening, this moment made him thankful he did. As he got out of bed, he tried to think of who it could be.

The short list was Tommy or the Adlers. They needed his help and were at his door. If it wasn't one of them, he wasn't sure who stood on the other side.

Joel tossed his blanket to the side and grabbed for the baseball bat he kept beside the bed. His mind raced at what stood on the other side, but he was braced for whatever was to come. He took the stairs two at a time and raced for the door. With the baseball bat tucked behind his back, he swung the door wide open.

There you were, hand on the brass door handle. You looked confused as the door miraculously opened up with no effort on your part. Before you looked up, Joel took your state in. It was obvious from the flowers in your arm and how put together you looked, you had been at some sort of wedding.

He realized when he opened the door that he felt something mixed between surprise and relief. You came into his view, a vision in periwinkle and not a hair out place. While your made-up state was breathtaking, that wasn't what knocked the wind out of his chest.

After you had separated, Joel realized quickly that he missed opening the door to find you on the other side. When he had worked a twelve hour day and you were there to greet him with open arms and a place to rest. The way you were always tucked in his bed when he got out of the shower. Opening the car door for you, with you twisted in the passenger seat to giggle with Sarah.

Every time he opened the door, he expected to find you. When you stopped coming around, a light had dimmed. Joel knew he just had to let the feeling fade and fill his mind with other things. Still though, he always secretly hoped you were just on the other side.

All that to say, Joel couldn't believe that hope had come true. He opened the door to find you on his doorstep. The last time the two of you stood there was the last time. It hit him as he looked you over and realized your makeup had begun to run down your checks. Mascara had formed streaks over your foundation and your eyeshadow was smudged. He had only ever seen you like this a handful of times before, and the last time ripped a hole in his chest that he was just starting to mend.

"Hi, darlin'. I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting to see you here." Joel's tone reflected his surprise, but there was no malice. He couldn't have felt anger at you if he tried. He already had, and it didn't work.

You looked him up and down, and something clicked— At least, Joel figured as much when he saw your face shift. It was as if you had suddenly realized where you were and what house you were trying to get into. For a moment, you stood there in silence. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights, or more like an ex caught in the porch light.

"Oh my god, I'm at your house." You hugged yourself and stepped back. In your champagne-filled haze, you were sure Joel didn't want anything to do with you. After your separation, you had put too much blame on yourself.

In this moment, you felt overwhelmed with embarrassment. As if tonight couldn't have gotten any worse. You moved your hand to your face to wipe the fresh tears that spilled out. What were you thinking?

"Yeah," Joel muttered. "Are you okay? I know you're upset, but this ain't like you. Look, let's talk inside. It's too cold and it's real late." As he spoke, his tone soft and low, he stepped to the side to let you in. You thought of declining, but the uber was already gone and Joel was right. It was one of those cold nights were the air cut right to the bone, and your dress didn't do much against the piercing chill.

You began to say something as you stepped forward, but the front of your dress caught under your shoe cut you off. In slow motion, you felt your balance throw itself off as you tripped over the edge of the flowing silk. Joel's arm shot out, and he caught you right before you fell face first into the hardwood. He slowly helped you up, your feet firmly plated on the ground before he loosened his grip. His arms slipped from your hips, but his hand lingered on the small of your back. With ease, he guided you to the couch nearby and helped you sit down.

"Careful, darlin'. I don't think a broken nose would make your night any better," Joel muttered under his breath. He turned one of the side lamps by the couch on, the living room illuminated by the low light.

As you sat there, your body sinking into the familiar leather couch, you realized how much you had missed the feeling. That warmth that radiated through Joel's home— Something deeper than the heater than ran through the vents. You glanced down to see a cup Sarah had left behind, sat atop a piece of paperwork from Joel's current work project. The blankets on the back of the couch were askew and sloppily folded, along with pillows that were squished from someone laying on them.

"It would be the icing on the wedding cake that I didn't get to try," you tried to joke. Instead of a hint of humor, you sounded dejected and a bit buzzed. Even without looking up, you felt Joel's soft gaze on you. You wondered if your presence hurt him as much as he did, you.

"Shauna finally got married?" Joel asked. He was supposed to go with you tonight, months ago when things were still right. The event had flitted from his mind up until now. It explained the dress and the makeup, but tears and timing were still a grey area.

"Yeah," you sniffled. "It was beautiful. My whole family was there and they all actually liked each other for once." Your hands were in your lap, frozen and fidgeting as you spoke. It took everything in you to not keep your eyes trained on them— You had almost broken into your ex's house, the least you could do was look him in the eyes no matter how much it hurt.

"Well I'll be damned. Didn't know they had it in them." Joel sat on the other side of the couch. It felt like the right distance on paper, one seat cushion between you, but he felt strange. Not sitting right next to you felt wrong.

"Me neither. I was just as surprised as you were." You looked at your lap for a moment before Joel cleared his throat. As you glanced back up, you saw the exhaustion on his face. That overwhelming embarrassment and regret hit you right in the chest again, the kind that made your heart race and your thighs tense.

"Please don't take this the wrong way," Joel started. "But why are you here?" There was no anger or aggravation. A simple question that would help him understand where you two were at. He watched as you started to speak, but faltered. It was like you had curled back into the shell he had spent so long trying to pull you out of.

"The short answer is when I ordered the Uber, I just clicked home. I didn't change it back to my address when I re-downloaded it again," you explained. "And I was too tipsy to double-check where I was going."

It was all a bit of a blur, the series of events that had happened. You hadn't taken your car to the wedding, and you were already too many drinks in to think of calling a friend. Someone suggested taking an Uber home. It took some effort with all the champagne in your system, but you logged in and ordered the first ride you could get. It never occurred to you that the last time you had used the app, you were still taking rides out to Joel's house.

Joel listened intently as you explained the mishap. A sharp sting sat heavy in his chest when you called his house home. He moved a bit closer out of instinct, and you didn't move away. If anything, you shifted a bit more towards him, almost as if to face him properly.

"I'm glad you ended up here," Joel nodded. "If it had been some other spot, you may not have made it home safe." His concern felt like a heavy blanket on your shoulders, warmth and guilt woven into the fabric.

"I hadn't thought of that. I, I'm real sorry for showing up at such a late hour. Did I— Oh my god, did I wake Sarah? Fuck, the poor girl." Tears welled in your eyes again as horror washed over you. You had been nothing good to Joel, and now you were the terror that just kept coming around.

"Woah, woah, you're okay," Joel reached for your hand to hold in his. "Sarah's at a sleepover so it's just me here. Not botherin' anyone." His thumb brushed against the back of your hand, warm and steady as he tried to comfort you. Still, the tears came and you hunched over to hide your face.

"I'm botherin' you at two in the morning," you argued. "You had a long day at work and one night of peace and quiet for me to try and break into your house. How is that not botherin' you?" As you spoke, your voice pinched as tears spilled from you.

"Hey, hey, c'mere." Joel went against his better judgement and pulled you close. One arm wrapped around your waist while the other cradled the back of your head. He had seen the harsh road your anxiety had taken you down before, and he knew the alcohol was no help.

You didn't push, didn't fight back. Instead, you practically melted against him. This very small voice in the back of your head screamed that this would only make things worse, but you didn't have it in you to care. You found yourself lost in Joel's strong hold, the warmth that radiated from him. He still smelled like soap and the faintest scent of wood.

"All night, everyone was askin' about you," you began. "Every question was about you and Sarah— why y'all weren't there or when they'd see you again. I just kept drinkin' and drinkin' but what did it in was my MawMaw. She asked if you and Sarah would come to her birthday party next week because she got you an old newspaper." Everything spilled out of you as soon as Joel's eyes weren't on you. His embrace had become a sort of confessional, the way you were able to say what had built in your chest all night.

"I couldn't take it anymore after that. I had to excuse myself because I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe. All at once, it felt as if my lungs had collapsed," you admitted. "Seeing how excited she was to see you... That broke me."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tight. This was probably only a fleeting moment, the brief sliver of peace you found in Joel's arms. You had to bask in it for as long as you could have it.

"I see," Joel murmured. He wasn't sure what to say, how to hold your hand and guide you out of whatever whirlwind you had been dragged down into. He was just getting out of his own spinning despair, gluing together the parts of his life that had been attached to you.

"And now here I am, crying on you and taking up space in your house. Trying to break in because I can't even remember what my own house looks like." You buried your face in his henley, that clean scent a bittersweet reminder of what you missed. Your hands clung to the fabric, soft and worn.

"Like I said, all that matters is you made it here safe. Do you want me to drive you back home?" Joel asked. He didn't move, his hands still holding you close. As much as this was to help you calm down, it was healing for him in a way. To hold you one more time, to cling to the idea of you for a few more minutes.

"I can order another car," you assured him after a beat of silence. Slowly, you pulled away to grab for your phone. Before you found it, Joel's hand moved from the back of your head to hold your arm.

"Take my bed for tonight. It's late and I don't feel right sendin' you off in a stranger's car," he offered. Joel watched your expression shift as the idea slowly sunk in. While part of it was his own selfishness that wanted to keep you here, he detested the idea of sending you off in the middle of the night, drunk and unaware of what might happen. Just the idea made his stomach churn.

"I can't ask you to do that, Joel. I'm already bothering you-"

Before you finished your sentence, Joel stood from the couch. Without much resistance, he pulled you up as well and placed both his hands on your waist. As he spoke, he carefully guided you upstairs.

"Darlin', you aren't botherin' me. Just let me take care of you tonight. I'll sleep better knowin' you're safe and tucked away in my bed." Joel led you straight to his room, as if you didn't know your way around his house like the back of your hand. He turned on a bedside lamp and had you sit on the edge of the mattress. You watched him as he gathered some clothes for you to sleep in.

"Thank you," you muttered. "I'll be out of your hair in the morning." You took the clothes and stood, only to realize you'd need both hands to undo your dress. There was still a low-hanging haze of champagne in your mind that made every thought harder to push through.

Without a word, Joel's warm hands found your back as he gently tugged the zipper down. For a moment, it felt like old times. He was always one to help with the hard zipper or a rouge necklace chain. He also unclasped your bra, a chuckle under his breath as you sighed a breath of relief. You had never been fond of a strapless bra, and he was glad something hadn't changed.

"I'll let you get changed," Joel spoke softly. He worried if his voice was too loud, you'd be spooked and run. He wasn't ready to say goodbye again. Not yet.

"Don't go. Please," you glanced over your shoulder. "I- I want you here. Not like you haven't seen it all before, right?" You didn't realize you were crying again until you felt something wet on your cheeks. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but you knew better.

"I'll stay," Joel assured you. He watched as the dress slipped down and you replaced it with one of his sleep shirts. His hand found your hip again as he guided you out of the pool of periwinkle at your feet. You grabbed for the boxers while he went to hang up the dress.

"Thank you."

You didn't wait for Joel as you climbed into the bed. It was more comfortable than you remembered, but that could have been from the alcohol. You watched Joel from your spot, the spot that felt as if it had always been yours. The blankets you had curled up under were still warm, still soft against your skin.

"I'll be in Sarah's room." His voice broke your train of thought. Joel stood at the end of the bed, still close enough to reach if you stuck your leg out. He began to move away, but you sat up suddenly.

"I want you here," you told him. "I meant here, too." You slowly nodded your head towards the bed, the empty space he had occupied less than an hour ago. Joel's face shifted to something unreadable for a moment. Long enough for you to worry if had been too much. Had you leapt of the line in the sand you had already crossed?

"I'll stay," Joel nodded. He felt the wind knock out of his chest. There you were, settled back in his bed and your eyes barely open. Another sight he didn't realized he had missed until it was staring right back at him. He closed the bedroom door and turned off the lamp. It was dark, but he still made out the shape of you.

Silently, Joel climbed back into the bed and took his spot. If he closed his eyes and ignored the voice in his head that told him he'd regret this in the morning, it felt right. You beside him, tired and ready to let sleep take you. The house quiet and undisturbed at an odd hour of the night. He could even imagine Sarah in her room, asleep and dreaming of something you'd both get an earful of the next morning.

"Thank you for everything, Joel." You broke the quiet as you rolled over to face him. Your hand moved from under the blanket to reach out and brush your thumb against his temple.

"You know I'll always take care of you," Joel mumbled. "Though next time, try not to break in. Almost clocked you with the baseball bat." For the first time in the night, you let out a real chuckle. You moved your hand away from his face to find his own under the blanket.

"I'll keep that in mind."

There was a beat of silence as the two of you looked at each other. Even with no words spoken, there was a conversation that hung in the air. You took the moment to lean over and press a soft kiss to Joel's lips. Before he could process, you had pulled away and your head was back on the pillow.

"Good night, Joel." You turned over and curled up in the blankets. Your breathing evened, your muscles relaxed as you let sleep take you. Out of habit, you shifted closer to him, your back pressed against his chest."

"Good night, darlin'." Joel knew you hadn't heard him, but it didn't matter. He slipped his arm around your waist and held you close. Come the morning, he'd deal with the nasty feelings that simmered under the surface.

For now though, he'd take the comfort he could get. He settled into his pillow and basked in the hazy feeling of your warmth and scent. While it wasn't how he expected his night to go, you sound asleep in his arms and a hammering in his chest, he knew there were worse situations. It all happened for a reason, right? At least, that's what he told himself as he fell asleep.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was the best sleep he'd had in months.

[velaris-fic-repository]

Late For Dinner

@sjmxreaderweek May 5th Prompt: Friends/Family

You were a wreck to say the least. Had been for the past week or so. Your reflection frowned back at you from the vanity, seemingly in agreement about every little wrong thing you spotted.

First impressions had never been your strong suit, and the one you were gearing up for was practically the biggest one of your centuries long life.

This was Cassian’s family. The most important people in his life! His friends. His brothers, one of which, you constantly remembered, was your High Lord.

Right. Totally casual dinner. Nothing in the world to worry about.

It’s not like you were terrified they’d think you looked sloppy. You weren’t horrified to think they may shun your basic profession and simple means. You hadn’t lied awake at night dreading the possibility that they’d think you, simple you, weren’t enough for the Night Court’s General. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t unfortunately thought the same of yourself.

You didn’t have much longer to stew in those unfortunate feelings as a large and familiar form filled the space behind you.

“Hello gorgeous,” Cassian said, stooping down to kiss the top of your head before spinning you around in his arms. “You look stunning.” He kissed your cheek before saying, “we might not make it to dinner…”

Self-conscious and not wanting to delay your feared event to a later date, you lightly swatted at him. “Stop it.”

Taking your actions as playful, he grinned at you as you scrutinized your appearance. “Would that I could, sweetheart.”

He kissed your neck but you shooed him away again, struggling with a flyaway hair you’d noticed.

Finally, Cassian’s expression changed to concerned contemplation. He was more perceptive than many gave him credit for. He’d noticed your deteriorating mental state over the course of the week. He knew you would be nervous and had done just about everything in his repertoire to distract you from it. Clearly, he should have changed tactics long ago.

“Sweetheart?” He was well versed in physical combat, but fights inside the mind, ones he could not fight for you, hurt his ever-loving heart. He could pour his love for you out in bucketloads, and often did, but if you didn’t accept his words for the facts they were, there was little he could do.

He sat beside you and cupped your cheek, forcing your vision up at him. His puppy dog hazel eyes poured their concern out to you, and as much as you wanted to handle this matter yourself, to not burden him with it, you couldn’t bring yourself to stay silent.

“What if they don’t like me?”

Cassian’s heart melted on the spot. How could you think such a thing?

He kissed your forehead softly, eyes practically in heart shapes as they looked at you, and he said, “They’re gonna love you.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better - which I appreciate - but I just-“

Cassian kissed you, cutting off your statement.

“What was that for?”

He grinned softly at you, “You’re adorable when you say such irrational things.”

“Cass, it’s not funny! This is your family! I want to make a good first imp-“

He kissed you again, “and you will.” You scoffed but he continued, “I don’t have Rhys’s abilities, but I promise you sweetheart, if I did I’d take all those insecurities away from you. I don’t like seeing you hurt, especially when you do it to yourself up there.”

“Cass,” you say, kissing him quickly.

“Hey, think about it this way,” he said, “you charmed the pants off of me figuratively - and literally - just by being yourself! They can’t help but love you!”

That brought out the laughter he loved so much. “Not sure,” you said between snickers, “I want to do the latter half again.”

“You’re pretty irresistible, I don’t know,” he said.

“You realize that you’re implying your brothers may try to steal me from you, right?”

“I’m not worried,” he said, leaning back and stretching his wings out.

You raised an eyebrow, “and why is that?”

He curled around you quickly, wrapping you up in his arms and wings, nothing in the world except the two of you.

His breath coasted along your ear as he said, “Because I’m the one who knows what you like.”

Your breath would have hitched had he not blown a raspberry behind your ear a second later, fingers moving to tickle your sides.

“Cassian! Stop!” You demanded between bouts of laughter.

“Never!”

“We’re going to be late!”

Cassian’s ministrations eased away before he kissed your cheek again, slowly. “They can wait.”

“I still want to make that good first impression,” you reminded him with a genuine, unworried smile. “Something tells me being late isn’t going to accomplish that.”

Cassian continued to pepper quick kisses wherever he saw fit, “you’ve forgotten something, sweetheart.”

“What’s that?”

He stopped kissing you to look into your eyes, love pouring out of them, “Maybe I don’t want to share you yet.”

You smiled at him, cupping his cheek. “That’s very sweet.” You leaned in slowly, taking your time, before pulling away entirely and leaving the room. “But we have to go.”

“What?” Cassian whined, a broody male when unkissed, and followed after you.

At the door, you winked at him, “If you want desert, you have to go to dinner first.”

Despite the teasing you’d done to him, Cassian couldn’t help but smile as he followed you out into the streets of Velaris.

You were your smiling, less nervous self again. Mission accomplished.

[emthimofnight]

Hi Emthimofnight! I was wondering what the thought process is when naming the fankids. I find naming an oc to be hard sometimes, so just genuinely curious how you got some of the names. I mean, the knuxouge kids make sense, but what about the rest? Hope you have a great day 🫶

Hiiii!! ❤️ Thank you so much for your interest in my silly little creations, you have no idea how much it means to me when people ask about my thought process when it comes to these things!! 🥰

I actually really love naming my characters, it's kind of the cherry on top of a finished design for me! When it comes to fankids in specific, though, there are a lot of factors that go into my final choice of a name.

There are a few rules I follow, first being that I try to keep all Sonic fankid/oc names consistent with what we have already seen in-universe (i.e. no generic human names, instead focusing on nouns or verbs). I also try to keep in mind the parents of the fankid, and try to choose names that would fit with that particular ship, while also giving said fankid their own identity.

This is gonna be a LONNNGGG post, so if you want to hear me yap, take a peek below the cut!

For my sonadow fankids, they were all intended to have some kind of cosmic/space theme as a nod to Shadow's extraterrestrial origins—and the fact that they are all an attempt to improve upon Project Shadow.

Stellar was the first fankid I made, period! I wanted her to be unique and stand-out, considering I had 20 years of sonadow fankids to contend with. I scoured the internet during her creation, making sure that there were no other sonadow kids that shared her name or were rockin' with a star/figure skater theme. On top of that, I wanted her name to fit with the "S" naming convention that all our main hedgies (Sonic, Shadow, Silver, etc.) have! "Stellar" was a pretty obvious choice for me.

For her failed lab siblings, I wanted to keep with the cosmic theme, but lose the names beginning with "S", a hint that from their very conception they would never be good enough, and would never be the "finished product".

Void was always intended to be a bigger, badder version of Shadow, and being the first attempt at perfecting Gerald Robotnik's work, he's basically all of Shadow's physical traits cranked up to a 10. More stripes, more fur, more muscle, more alien. He takes after grandpa Black Doom than Shadow himself does, and his name was chosen to reflect pretty much everything about him. Endlessly powerful, but deeply empty.

Andromeda was named not only for the obvious cosmic connotation, but because of her beauty! The princess Andromeda from Greek Mythology was known not only for her good looks, but also the seemingly endless tragedy that followed her. Andromeda is intended to be sort of a foil to Stellar, being that the Andromeda Galaxy is the closest to our own Milky Way, and the two are destined to eventually collide. Andromeda resents Stellar intensely in the universe in which the fail sibs survived infancy, and the two of them have a very volatile relationship—that is, until she and Polarity get an eventual redemption arc. 😉

Speaking of, Polarity had the most name candidates before I eventually landed on his current one! He was almost named Velocity, but I decided that "Polarity" was more apt in capturing his character. He is supposed to be a good guy who is on the wrong side, constantly fighting with what he believes is right and wrong, being pulled in two very different directions. The heart of a hero beats in his chest, and he is the most like Sonic out of all of his siblings, but has been essentially brainwashed and abused into justifying the actions of the lab that made him.

Moving on from sonadow, my blazamy kids are next!

Both Camellia and Thistle are named after flowers to match with their mama, Amy Rose, but of course it's not just as simple as that! 😛 Their names were chosen to match with their species and appearances, seeing as Camellia is a cat and Thistle is a hedgehog.

Camellia and Thistle actually share very similar markings on their hair/quills, but if you look closely, you can see that they are actually reversed! Where Camellia's markings are more petal-like, Thistle's are spiky, like thorns!

Camellias also represent love, adoration, and longing—hinting at her romantic nature and affection for her best friend (and crush), Stellar! Thistles, on the other hand, are representative of determination, bravery, and strength, all things that Thistle will grow into as he finds his footing in the role of a prince.

As for my knuxouge kids, like you said, it's pretty self-explanatory. 😂 Rouge named both Jasper and Jade after the jewels she loves so much, as her babies are the most beautiful gems she's ever seen!

Of course, I did put a bit more thought in than just "Rouge names her kids after gems", seeing as both stones have spiritual meaning in various cultures.

Red jaspers (what Jasper is named after) are notable for having a nurturing quality and being a symbol of life, hinting at the fact that Jasper himself is more than just the playboy facade he presents to the world. He's a total mama's boy and loves his family more than anything, valuing his connection to echidna culture despite being born a bat. He uses his charisma and wit to get his way, and spends his days scoping out stolen echidna artifacts in museums and auctions so he can return them to where they rightfully belong—in the hands of his father, Knuckles.

Jade, too, is very true to what the stone she was named after represents. Jade represents wisdom, inner peace, harmony, balance, stability—all things Jade herself embodies to a T. Where Jasper is a smooth-talking charmer, Jade is calm, steady, and warm. Her very presence can defuse a tense situation, and it's very hard to find a single person who dislikes her. She is very responsible and dependable, taking her duty to guard the Master Emerald like her father before her very seriously.

As for Calico (whispangle fankid), they are named for their unique coloration, being born a wolf with lemur-like fur patterns! I wanted them to have a name that was a bit of a strange choice, perhaps a bit unconventional, seeing as they are a bit of an odd duck amongst my fankid cast. Calico is one of those characters who is often on the outskirts of the action, kind of floating between friend groups and never fully anchored amongst their peers, but happy regardless. They are a treasure that is well-worth uncovering for those willing to do the work!

Next up is Mirage (espilver fankid). Mirage's name says a lot about who he is as a character, being an introverted, anti-social spy for hire who despises the spotlight. Mirage is a master of illusions and a professional at remaining unseen, specializing in digging up the dirty secrets of those around him and selling their information to the highest bidder. His name has a double meaning, however, as Mirage himself has a lot to hide and a lot he's secretly insecure about. Everything he does is one big smokescreen to keep people as far away from him as possible, even if it means he might end up entirely alone.

Directly opposing Mirage's desire for solitude is my vectilla fankid, Pumpkin, who is everything Mirage isn't. Pumpkin is loud, bombastic, and social, acting almost like a big sister to Mirage seeing as they have known each other since they were small. Pumpkin's name was chosen to follow the naming convention of Cream, Cheese, and Vanilla (she also has a chao named Spice to reflect Cream's own chao, Cheese), while also having the kind of name that Vector would 100% name his daughter.

As for Rocket, Jet's adopted son, his name is unique from the others seeing as he's a trans man. His name is one he chose for himself, and is representative of his admiration for Jet and the Babylon Rogues and his desire to fit in amongst them. On top of his status as an extreme gear racer, Rocket is also a rock star, having a deep passion for music, adding another layer to his (and my own) reasoning behind his choice of a name. Rocky the rockin' rooster!

Snap (surgolin fankid) closes out my fankid roster for SonDADow AU as of now, and she probably had the most back and forth surrounding her name out of all my kiddos thus far. Static, Blitz, Tempest and Shock were all contenders, but Snap inevitably ended up being my final choice. I felt that the other options are all names that have seen a lot of use in the Sonic Fankid community, and Snap was deserving of something a bit more unique. It's zippy, packed with personality, and says a lot without being too obvious. You ain't ready for this snap, crackle, pop!! 💥💥💥

As for my kids from other AUs/universes, they all have equally as much thought put into their names as my main cast. Luster and Oleander both have names that say a lot about them as characters, with "luster" meaning to glow, shine, or reflect, and "oleander" being a beautiful, but incredibly poisonous flower.

Anyway, this ramble has gone on long enough. 🤣 But I hope this helps give an idea as to the thought process I go through when I come up with my characters! There are several I haven't even covered in their entirety here (Serene, Isol, Flux), but those are for another time. If you've gotten to the end of this wall of text, thanks for reading!! Hopefully this is some good food for all you lore lovers out there.

[jjartaveces1]

Robin being the #1 shipper of these two idiots — a little progress check and a lot of love for the concept

This is a remake of a piece I did a while back — and honestly, the original has always been a bit embarrassing for me. Too many anatomy mistakes, awkward choices… you know how it is when you look back at something old. But despite all that, I’ve always been really fond of the idea behind it. So I decided to bring it back in a way that actually reflects how I draw now — something I could look at and feel proud of.

This time around, I focused a lot on making them feel like themselves. I put extra care into their expressions and gestures so their personalities came through naturally. I wanted that familiar chaos and sweetness between Luffy and Nami to show — and of course, Robin in the background being the ultimate quiet shipper. That’s a little headcanon I’ve always had: she often smiles at their nonsense in the manga, and I like to think she’s secretly rooting for them.

I also pushed myself technically in this one. I tried painting the hair more freely — building it up with brushstrokes and color, no lineart at first. I wanted it to feel loose and natural (hope it shows!). I even had to look up a tutorial to figure out how to paint the ocean hitting the sand — that was a first for me, and I think it turned out pretty okay.

I spent a good while struggling to draw Robin too — turns out I’ve gotten really used to drawing Nami, but not so much other girls lol. Still, I wanted to do it right and see how much I’ve grown. Comparing both versions is super motivating, and honestly? This fanart feels like the version I meant to draw from the start.

Hope you like it!

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Robin siendo la shipper #1 de estos dos tontos — un chequeo de progreso y mucho amor por este concepto

Este es un remake de una ilustración que hice hace un tiempo, y sinceramente… la versión original siempre me dio un poco de vergüenza. Tenía muchos errores de anatomía, decisiones raras de dibujo… ya sabes cómo es mirar tus trabajos antiguos. Pero a pesar de eso, siempre le tuve mucho cariño a la idea que quería transmitir. Así que decidí rehacerla con el estilo que manejo ahora, para por fin sentirme orgulloso del resultado.

Esta vez me enfoqué mucho en que se sintieran como los personajes de verdad. Le puse especial atención a las expresiones y a los gestos para que sus personalidades se noten de forma natural. Quería capturar esa energía caótica y tierna entre Luffy y Nami — y por supuesto, a Robin al fondo siendo la shipper silenciosa definitiva. Es un pequeño headcanon que siempre he tenido: en el manga se ríe seguido cuando los ve tontear, y me gusta pensar que en el fondo los apoya.

También aproveché para probar cosas nuevas técnicamente. Pinté el cabello de forma más libre, con pinceladas en vez de lineart, construyéndolo con color y forma. Quería que se sintiera más suelto y natural (espero que se note!). Además tuve que buscar un tutorial para pintar el choque del mar con la orilla, porque nunca lo había hecho antes — y creo que salió bastante bien.

Dibujar a Robin fue todo un reto también — me he acostumbrado mucho a dibujar a Nami, pero con otras chicas todavía me cuesta el doble jaja. Aun así, quise esforzarme y hacer justicia a esta escena que me gusta tanto. Ver cuánto he mejorado desde la primera versión me da ganas de seguir avanzando. Este fanart se siente como el que quise hacer desde el principio.

¡Espero que les guste!

[tocara]

A reader, who doesn't believe in love and then they met Satoru.

Part 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7.

Satoru’s POV

It wasn’t supposed to linger.

But it did.

That night. Your confession. The way you had spoken—so calm, so sure, like it was a casual admission, not a heavy confession. It wasn’t the words themselves that stuck with him. It was the way you said it, like you had needed to get it out, but had no real expectation. No demand. Just pure honesty. And that? That felt… different. So different from the usual attention he was used to.

He couldn’t get it out of his head.

He thought about it, more than he expected. He’d spent most of his life just living at the moment, never really reflecting on the weight of his actions or the impact they had on people. But that confession? That felt like it left a mark, not just on him, but somewhere inside you too.

It had stayed with him. The simplicity of it. The rawness. He hadn’t known how to respond to you back then. He was still caught in the aftermath of his breakup, still figuring out what he wanted, and you—you—were different. Not in a way he could explain. But there was something in the way you had expressed yourself that made him think, maybe there’s more to this than just the surface.

He didn’t know what this was. Not yet.

Now, here he was.

The airport. Of all places. Of course, he had to run into you here.

And the moment your eyes met, he saw the panic in your eyes. He saw it, plain as day. It almost made him laugh, but he kept it to himself. Maybe he wasn’t ready to confront whatever was brewing between both of you, either. He didn’t have answers, and you definitely didn’t look like you were ready for one.

So, when you got up and walked away so quickly, he didn’t push it. He followed, but only as far as the quieter part of the terminal, not wanting to crowd you. You were sitting there, looking lost in your thoughts, and for a split second, he hesitated. Then he made his move.

“Running away again?”

He saw you flinch. He grinned, leaning casually next to you. As much as he wanted to tease, something about the moment felt too genuine to mess with. He couldn’t quite explain it, but there was a softness to you now. Not the guarded, distant quiet from before. You seemed present. Like you were ready to talk.

“Didn’t expect to see you,” he said, not making it weird. Just stating the obvious.

“I wasn’t ready,” you muttered.

That, he understood. He wasn’t sure he was, either.

“Well,” he continued, glancing at her sideways, “I wasn’t expecting to see you either. But now that we’re both stuck here…” He shrugged, offering her a small smile. “Guess we make the best of it.”

For a moment, there was only the hum of the airport and the occasional PA announcement. But he didn’t feel uncomfortable. Instead, it felt oddly natural, like catching up with someone who knew you in a way that felt deeper than just surface-level small talk.

“So…” He hesitated, but then pushed on, “It’s been a while. You’re doing alright?”

You nodded, taking a sip from your coffee. “Yeah. I’ve been busy. Trying to keep things steady.”

He leaned forward slightly, studying your face. You had that same reserved expression, but something in your eyes told him that there was more beneath the surface. More than you let on. And for the first time, he found himself genuinely curious about your life, your thoughts, everything.

“You’ve changed,” he said softly, but not in a judgmental way. “You seem different from before.”

Your gaze flickered up to meet his. “People change,” you replied. It wasn’t dismissive. Just… matter-of-fact.

“You look more sure of yourself,” he added, carefully. “It’s a good look on you.”

You looked away for a moment, like you were considering something. When you spoke again, your voice was quieter, more introspective. “I just… I guess I had to. I couldn’t stay where I was forever.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You mean, like before? The woman who liked me but didn’t need anything from me?”

You stiffened slightly, but your lips tugged into a small smile. “Something like that.”

There was a pause. Then he had to ask, the question nagging at him in a way that wouldn’t let go.

“Why didn’t you need a response from me?”

Your eyes softened. “Because I didn’t. I knew it wasn’t something you had to answer. I just wanted you to know. I just needed you to hear it.”

Satoru blinked. That answer hit him harder than he expected. And for a brief second, it was like the world slowed down. He realized—you weren’t looking for a fairytale or a promise or even anything from him. You just wanted to be seen. And in doing so, you’d seen him too.

That feeling of being understood was something he didn’t realize he needed.

“You’re not the kind of person who hides, are you?” he said, his voice quieter now.

“No,” you replied with a small smile, meeting his gaze. “I’m just trying to find a way to be… honest with myself.”

He didn’t say anything after that. He just sat there, letting the quiet of the airport fill the space between both of you. 

He wasn’t expecting you to keep talking.

“I don’t think liking someone should be demanding.”

He turned toward you, brows slightly raised. You weren’t looking at him—just ahead, eyes focused on nothing and everything all at once, like your thoughts were playing on some screen only you could see.

“Like—it's not supposed to expect anything, or weigh someone down, just because you care about them.”

You said it so gently, so matter-of-factly, it nearly knocked the breath out of him. No anger, no bitterness. Just your truth.

“Movies, books, even the world around us always say that if you love someone, you should fight to be with them. That love is about claiming, chasing, holding on. But for me, it never felt like that.”

Your voice didn’t waver. You weren’t fishing for pity. This wasn't self-deprecation for attention. This was someone who had felt deeply, quietly, in the shadows, and had come to terms with it on her own.

“I don’t want anything in return. Part of it is because… I honestly don’t think I have much to offer. My world is small—quiet, messy, mostly empty—and I don’t want anyone to have to shrink their own world just to fit into mine.”

“I don’t want to be a burden to someone I care about. I just want them to be happy, and I truly believe they’re more likely to find that happiness with someone else… someone who isn't me.”

Satoru stared at you, lips slightly parted, unable to look away.

He'd met thousands of people. That was part of the job—strangers every week, small talk and surface-level warmth. He was used to people trying to impress, to charm, to ask, to want something from him.

But not you.

You had done none of that. Not the first night you met. Not at the wedding. Not now.

And yet you were the one who lingered in his head. The one who stuck.

He finally spoke, voice quieter than before. “You really believe that, huh?”

You glanced at him, a small nod. “Yeah.”

“You don’t think it’s a little sad?” he asked, not accusing—just genuinely curious.

“It used to feel that way,” you admitted. “But now? Not really. I think... some people are meant to love in silence. From a distance. And that’s okay. I just don’t want my love to be something that cages someone else.”

Satoru looked at you for a long moment.

You didn’t realize it, but you had just explained something he never understood about himself. Why his last relationship failed. Why being adored wasn’t always enough—why it felt like he was suffocating, even in the arms of someone who said they loved him every day.

Because love without freedom wasn’t love at all.

And here was this woman, sitting beside him, telling him you had loved him—maybe still did—and you hadn’t tried to keep him. Hadn’t tried to chase him.

You let him go, even when it hurt.

Because to you, that was love.

Satoru turned his gaze back to the ceiling for a moment, breathed in deep.

“I used to think love was something you had to fight for,” he said. “That if you didn’t, you’d lose it.”

“And now?” you asked.

He smiled faintly. “Now I think... maybe the right kind of love doesn’t need to be wrestled into submission. Maybe it’s quiet. Maybe it just sits beside you at a canceled flight and tells you things you weren’t ready to hear.”

You didn’t reply. But he felt your stillness. Felt the weight of the moment settle between both of you.

He glanced at you again. “You say you don’t have much to offer... but, you have something most people don’t.”

You blinked, surprised. “What?”

“Clarity,” he said. “You don’t pretend. You don’t lie to yourself. That’s rare.”

You lowered your gaze. “That’s not much.”

“It’s more than you think.”

He let that hang in the air.

And somewhere deep down, he realized—maybe he didn’t have all the answers yet. Maybe this wasn’t the start of anything. Or maybe it was.

But for now, it was something real.

And that was enough.

[st4rry4543]

Threadville: theories and analysis

Rocky:

Okay, from what we've gathered from the trailers and other short videos, supernob we can easily figure out that rocky is being controlled or under the influence of the "entity."

From what we know(based on the threadville pages), Rocky is the "perfect candidate" for these 2 key elements

• strength

• weak mentality

It seems as if this entity here needs a thing's mind to be weak in order to fully control them. Rocky seemed to be easy to be manipulated. But how is the question. How does this "entity" break one's mind? Do they have a physical form? Or do they communicate mentally? I have no idea, but I do know one thing. This entity is extremely smart. Now, it doesn't take rocket science to write notes or pages, but for this thing to have a full-on plan on who it wants to control is interesting.

The only question I have is: What do they want? Has something happened to them, or are they just simply evil( I'm going with the second answer)

Veena:

Veena drops in the category of "potential candidate" because of her lack of physical strength and because her mentality is also quite weak.

But it was noted that her teeth could come in useful. Which makes me wonder. Why does veena look the way she is? Well, from her character card, we know that where she comes from, everyone saw her as a "freak" and she just wanted a place where she could be accepted.

Let's take a look at her child photos:

Yeah, she doesn't seem too happy. Maybe because she had a rather grumpy attitude as a child OR the more likely reason is because she's unhappy with what she's wearing. Notice how veena is much happier when we're in threadville compared to her younger self. That's most likely because she's a spooky girl! She loves spooky things. That's probably one of the things you can tell about her, right off the bat.

Oliver:

Oliver is a "strong potential candidate," mostly due to his physical strength

But it seems as if he has the strongest mentality out of everyone in threadville at the moment. That amazed me considering that his family is not in a very well state. Heck! We're not even sure if his family is alive. But we do know for sure that his dad is gone.

From what we see, oliver is pretty neutral with everyone in threadville. Except for veena because they are best friends.

From what I've observed, oliver may feel threatened by rocky. Either because of his size or the fact that he knows what's going on. Notice how oliver didn't exactly freak out when he saw rocky in that state. Instead, he focused on guiding us through the tunnels. Is it because this has happened before? Does he know what's going on with Rocky?

Family in threadville: Oliver's and rocky's(maybe Charlotte as well)

Here are some images

Oliver's family: Evelyn(mother), jasper(Brother), and June(sister)

Maybe it's just me, but doesn't Oliver's mom look kind of sick in the first picture compared to the rest? Also, I realized something about the second picture. This was from supernob's Twitter, and the caption read: "You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. There was nothing you could have done." What happened here? What could have occurred so bad that she had blamed herself for it? Was it something regarding oliver? Probably not. My best guess is that it had something to do with her husband. And is that fire reflecting off her eyes? Did her husband's death have something to do with a fire?

Oliver's siblings:

Realize how Oliver's siblings look NOTHING like him or his family. Could they be adopted? Of course, in the real world, people can inherent traits from their ancestors or other family members. So I guess that applies in the puppet word as well.

Rocky's family:

So, from Rocky's character card, we already know he's half bear half dog. But this photo of his parents confirmed it.

Here, wait a minute, take a minute to look at younger rocky

I don't have anything to say in regard to younger him he just looks adorable.

ANYWAYS-

I'm guessing his parents are still alive, but do they know what's become of their son? We know nothing about them. We're not even sure if they were good parents. But I wonder how they would react if they saw the state rocky is in now.

Charlotte:

Charlotte's character card says no one knows who Charlotte's parents are or where she comes from. So they just left their child there. Why? Was it because they didn't want her? Or because they really COULDN'T give her the proper care she needs.

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS THATS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW BUH BYE MY ST4R BABIES.

-St4rry out☆

[pixeldistractions]

These coastal mornings were a crisp fifty-five degrees in late November, but the heated pool water felt almost bath-like in contrast. Jordan loved his nomad life, and there wasn’t much about a sticks-and-bricks home that piqued Jordan’s interest…

But this pool.

Honestly, damn. What a way to wake up in the morning.

Nessa went off to work again. She would take Thanksgiving Day off, but not today. Jack’s work afforded him a little more leniency in his schedule, and that worked out well for their family. So Jack took them all out to show off the town. They toured gardens that would be lovely in another season, but now were dried husks of a brighter time. “It’s a few days until December,” he explained with a shrug.

They understood.

But were Jordan and Maria both aware of their growing permanency here? They had been settled down in the same campground for four weeks now. That wasn’t very long, honestly, but it was comfortable. It was nice. And maybe they had stayed in Sierra Nova long enough that their friends thought they had made a home there? Would they be here in the spring, still close enough to pop over for a weekend and see the gardens in full bloom and the splash park alive for the summer heat? They hadn’t decided that, exactly. But Jordan was mindful of the way life could manifest a decision for you if you didn’t make up your own mind.

Next, they enjoyed one of the many playgrounds. Aaron showed a growing interest in soccer, so Jordan helped him practice. And Maria put her all into playing a very passionate space monster.

After the playgrounds, they visited the rec center for activities and lunch. Jack’s boys were already signed up for scouts. Jack, of course, was the proud leader of Griffon Scouts Troop 101 in the Pacific District. “She’d love it,” Jack said of starry-eyed Johanna who was already sizing up a uniform of her own.

The scouts were a nation-wide network, so JoJo could pop in with a group in whichever state they happened to be visiting. She would have access to structured activities and socialization with her peers. And Maria made a mental note to mention all of this to her parents, who still had concerns about the whole homeschooling thing. 

JoJo couldn’t stop talking about her first meetup, and who would take her? Maria shrugged at her outdoorsy boyfriend and said, “I think that’s definitely more your thing.”

Gladly, he would. He tried not to let it feel bittersweet that he always wanted to be a scouts dad when his own boys were little. They would have loved it, if Colette had let them.

So they all sat down to lunch, and by midday, little Harper was finished and crying for her nap. The big kids were spent, too, and they would also crash on the couches to rest up for their big sleepover tonight. And Maria and Jordan needed to freshen up for their date.

They headed back to the house.

She wouldn’t tell Jordan this, but one thing Maria really missed since living in the camper was really long, really hot showers. The kind you stand under while your skin blooms pink and you reflect on your whole life and plan out your entire future for the next twenty years, give or take. That, and to have a sink in the bathroom where she could brush her teeth and not have to spit where she also washed her dishes. The camper was great, but its water tank held about 10 minutes at 100 degrees, then it promptly went cold. And sometimes she just wanted to stand under the steaming water and get clean all the way to her bones. 

Lou’s voice lectured in her head, You’re gonna dry out your skin. 

And Maria thought, Don’t tell me what to do, Lou, because this is heavenly. 

She should probably pay the Phoenixes back for the water bill, but somehow she figured they could probably afford it.

— boxes and squares #5.3: hindsight is a bitch, part 6.3/10

next -> // 5.3 start // index

[wandering-free-and-queer]

Made two bracelets today! Sadly I can't find one of the things I need to fully finish them properly but they're fully constructed!

The first one is Weather, it's five golden charms set on a beautiful sky blue hemp cord in a simple square knot macrame. The cloud, Sun, pentacle, moon, and lightning bolt charms are spaced equally, giving them each an equal influence in the piece.

The second is more simple but no less refined, the centerpiece is a lovely antique silver Tree of Life charm, with richly stained wooden beads flanking it to either side. No specific Intention here, but a blank slate for you to dedicate to a tree spirit or forest near you, in the hopes that you'll find a way to personalize it to your craft.

[st4rpiece]

sleeping separately after an argument pt. 1

SFW

characters: luffy, zoro, usopp, and sanji x fem! reader summary: how the strawhat boys would react to you sleeping alone after an argument CW: mainly fluff, slight angst others: not proofread, lowercase intended, and pictures found on pinterest

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Monkey D. Luffy

luffy doesn't handle conflict well, especially not one with someone he cares deeply about. after the argument you guys had earlier, he would never suspected that you would sleep else where for the night.

at first, he would brush it off, thinking you just needed some space and that you would return to your shared room soon. but, as the night wore on, he'd find himself restless. constantly tossing and turning unable to lay as comfortably as before now that he was alone. luffy would eventually get up and wander over to your old room.

knowing him he’d poke your face (gently of course) while whispering, "hey, are you still mad at me?" his big eyes would reflect genuine concern and confusion. but because you were asleep you couldn’t respond, so he would get into your bed and curl up next to you, determined to be close even if you were still upset. you’d wake up the next day to a goofy grin and a sincere apology, as he was eager to make things right.

Roronoa Zoro

arguments with zoro are often intense but short-lived. so when you decide to sleep separately after a fight, zoro (like luffy) would be taken aback. however he, unlike luffy, would initially be too proud to go after you. so instead he’d brood silently, replaying the argument in his head while sharpening his swords.

you were the dramatic one. right?

as the night deepened, his stoic façade would crack, causing the gnawing sense of regret to seep in. he’d eventually get up, quietly making his way to your old room.

“babe?” his voice was uncharacteristically soft cautiously enters the room. after seeing your sleeping figure his demeanor immediately softens.

without a word, he'd lie down on the floor next to your bed, his presence a silent apology. he would wake up before you like usual but after breakfast he would pull you aside giving you a gruff but sincere apology, his actions speaking louder than his words.

God Ussop

usopp is sensitive and prone to overthinking. after any argument, he'd probably be filled with anxiety and self-doubt. which would worsen after you decide to sleep separately. he'd pace around, muttering to himself and crafting elaborate scenarios in his head of what this could mean.

is this it?

do you not love him anymore?

were you going to break up with him?

eventually, he'd muster the courage to approach you, armed with a heartfelt speech. ready to kneel beside you and pour his heart out with the promise to do better. but after walking to your old room and seeing you sleep so soundly his resolve would soften. not wanting to wake you he would leave telling himself that he’d apologize in the morning.

instead of going to bed though he would go to his factory deciding to make you a small gift to show his sincerity. he would place that along with a short an apology letter by your door. hoping to give you a better apology in the morning.

Vinsmoke Sanji

sanji would be devastated if you chose to sleep separately after an argument. unlike usopp, he wouldn’t overthink it. he knows you love him just needed some space. despite thinking that, he would never let you go to sleep upset especially not at him.

so he'd spend the majority of the night in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for tomorrow and making you a midnight snack.

with a tray of food on hand he’d softly knocks on the door of your old bedroom, his voice both gentle and cautious. “my love? i brought food. can i come in so we can talk?”

your lights were on so he knew you were up, after waiting for a minute or so he would let out a relieved sigh as you opened the door and making room for him to enter.

you guys would spend the rest of the night talking about your argument except this time with a much clearer head. once he knew that you both were on the same page he would bring you back to your share room to sleep.

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hi guys! thanks for reading, this is my first attempt at writing hc so idk if i did it right lol but it was fun!! i also have a couple more characters in my draft using this idea. i’ll post them if this does well (fingers crossed).

part 2 is posted!!

[dollgxtz]

Sleepy Crow

Word Count: 1.8k words

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, noncon, mentions of breeding, pet names such as kitten, sweetie, darling, reader is somewhat drugged but its her sleep meds!

AN: Hi all! This isn't my first time writing fanfics but I noticed a lack of Sylus fics with a darker undertone ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ". PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the tags and if this isn't something that interests you or is potentially triggering, please do not interact! I get this isn't everyone's cup of tea but this is a fic for people who like darker romance stuff!! Please enjoy, and I AM taking requests as I really want to get back into writing again. Do not hold back, this is a safe place! Ty!! <333

Sylus trudged through the pouring rain, his jacket soaked through and his hair matted against his forehead. The drops were heavy and unrelenting, pelting against the pavement and creating small rivers that flowed along the gutters. The barely lit streetlights of the N109 zone cast an eerie glow on the slick surfaces, reflecting off the wet asphalt like a distorted mirror.

As the man approached his mansion, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warm glow of the lights shining through the windows beckoned him home. He fumbled with the keypad to the door, his fingers slightly numb from the cold, before finally hearing the click that beckoned his entrance.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows followed him, a steady drumming that seemed to fill every corner of the place. He took off his sodden jacket and hung it up, feeling the weight of it pulling him down. He walked through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors, trying his hardest to be quiet. Mephisto was perched on his cage (not that he was ever really in it, it was more for decor) tilting his head when he saw Sylus brush past him but not making any sound himself.

He made his way to the bedroom chambers, deciding to make sure you were where you belonged. Peeking his head in the bedroom doorway, he saw your sleeping figure, chest rising ever so slightly with each breath. He smirked, closing the door behind him as he entered. He was happy you finally seemed to be getting some rest.

Your insomnia had been getting worse, and he'd been getting worried when he saw you were often messaging him at 4 am, sometimes as late as 8 am with no sleep. Of course he’d offer to have you over, to hold you and whisper sweet things in your ear until you succumbed to sleep, but he couldn’t always. Sometimes business was needed to be handled, and for those nights he had gotten you the best sleep medication that money could buy. You had been weary about taking them at first, but he had assured you that the side effects were basically none. He had made sure of it.

Sylus made his way to the bathroom, proceeding to rid himself of the damp clothes clinging to his skin. A quick shower and then he could finally curl up next to his little crow. Not that he would be sleeping yet, but it was nice to watch you dream. Sometimes you’d whine or make little noises, which he found absolutely adorable. He wondered what you dreamt about sometimes, but you had refused to answer much to his annoyance.

The hot water felt amazing after being gone practically all night. He washed all the blood and dirt from his skin, examining all of his various injuries. He had a run in with a few “pests” that he quickly exterminated, but they had managed to get a few nicks on him. He touched his arm where the biggest cut was, his Evol immediately snaking around it and healing it faster than he could blink. He did the same for the others, feeling brand new once more.

Some time passed before he finally turned the water off, dried himself, and slipped into a pair of boxers. He slowly made his way into the bedroom, hoping that he wasn't being too loud but you were out like a light. Sleeping like a rock.

Sylus slipped in bed next to you, sighing with pleasure as the soft mattress sunk beneath his weight. It felt heavenly. He turned to put his arm around you, trying to get as comfortable as possible so he could hold you. He softly kissed the corner of your ear, his head starting to swim with thoughts. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable enough to possibly fall asleep with you.

But he couldn't.

He had been laying in bed for thirty minutes just thinking. He thought about all the business arrangements he needed to finish. Tonight had been…messy. No doubt he had made some new enemies. How impatient he was getting about the new weaponry he had bought from Spain. They should be arriving soon, but it had been taking forever.

How he wanted to feel your tight cunt pulsing around his fingers.

Sylus stiffened, attempting to rid his head of these thoughts about you. His efforts were in vain though, as he was already rocking a semi hard on that was steadily growing into a full erection.

Obviously there was nothing he could do about it. You were sleeping after all. And not only that, it's not like he could wake you to do anything anyways. He hates quickies, they bored him. He likes to take his time. To take in your reactions, your faces, and your noises. Besides that, you were taking a pretty high dose of your sleeping meds and he kinda doubted he could wake you even if he really tried.

This thought stirred in his head for a bit.

Yeah...you wouldn't wake even if he tried. He sighed with a twinge of pleasure as he pressed his erection against the soft cotton of your underwear. The pressure felt immaculate, and if he hadn't been gone all night he probably could've finished just by pressing himself against you. You were the only girl ever that could make him finish that quickly.

But it wasn't enough. He needed more. It had been a bit since he touched you like this.

You moved a bit in your sleep, letting out a small whine. He leaned over you to get a better look at your face. Still sleeping, mouth open slightly ajar. You were so fucking pretty when you slept.

“Such a sleepy kitten” he growled lowly, snaking his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear. He didn’t know why, but the mere sight of your sleeping face was getting him worked up. You looked so docile, so vulnerable. He wanted you. Sylus began to tug them down slowly.

This was very wrong. He knew this and yet he couldn't stop. He kept going, making empty promises to himself that he would only take a peek. He just wanted to see you. All of you.

Sylus froze has he finally pulled your underwear down to your legs, practically breathless at the site of your cunt at his fingertips.

"Fuck..." he groaned, unable to stop himself from pressing a finger between your folds. He watched you carefully for any signs of discomfort or movement, but you were still fast asleep as he pushed his finger in. You were warm, inviting even. It's like your pussy was sucking his finger in, deeper and deeper. He slid a second finger in, picking up the pace. Soon enough, your cunt was slightly wet, spots of your slick forming on the backs of your legs near your pussy. Pulling out, he practically shivered with excitement.

Sylus was quick to put his fingers in his mouth, savoring every drop of you. You tasted so sweet to him, the best flavor he ever had the honor to try. He wanted nothing more than to dive head first into the source and lap it up. But his erection was so starting to bother him. It was rock hard, and throbbing ever so slightly, begging to be freed.

He had to have you. And he had to have you now.

He pulled his erection through the hole in his boxers, beginning to stroke himself with an intense grip. Groaning as quietly as he could, he stared at your wet and welcoming cunt. He swore it was just begging to be filled by every inch of his cock. Still wanting him, even when you were asleep.

"You’re so pretty sweetie" he whispered in your ear, closing his eyes as electrifying pulses of pleasure crashed through him. Sylus told himself he should stop now, but it was past that point. He knew himself better than that. His mind was already made up, no matter how much he was trying to talk himself out of it.

Turning you a bit more on your side, he readied the fat head of his tip to your entrance. You stirred once again, mumbling incoherent nothings before becoming silent again. Sylus chuckled softly, pressing his lips to the tip of your ear as he stroked himself a few more times.

As he sinks his tip into your tight entrance, his precum smears all over your hole. He shudders with intensity, trying his best to hold back a groan, worried that making too much noise next to your ear would wake you. He pushes further and further until he can't possibly sink himself into you anymore. You squirm, letting out another whine, this one a bit louder than the last.

"Im sorry kitten…" Sylus coos, laying his head behind yours as he fucks you with a slow, rhythmic pace. "Just need to cum in what’s mine. Be a good girl and stay asleep for me”.

He rests one of his hands on your hip, trying to keep from shaking you too much as he continually plunges himself inside you. You were warm, your gummy walls constantly tightening around him. He moans your name over and over like a prayer, feeling lost in your walls. The soft clap of his skin meeting your ass echoes a bit in the room.

"You're fucking made for me. Look at you sweetie, tightening around me, trying to squeeze me dry even when you're sleeping" he whispers, feeling himself getting closer and closer to bliss.

His thrusts became sloppy and he had to slow himself, trying to savor every moment he had inside of what essentially felt like heaven. He had been wanting to fill you for days. Images of his seed erupting onto the walls of your fertile pussy, eventually giving you a nice, round tummy that would grow his baby filled his head and he couldn't stop himself from finishing anymore.

As his hot ropes of sticky cum shoot against the walls of your womb, he accidently grips your hip a bit tighter than he meant to. You yelp, and he quickly rubbed his hand over the spot he'd hurt you, ensuring you remained asleep. He checks the spot and sees some slight bruising already starting to form and curses himself silently for losing control and hurting you. His Evol was quick to move over the injury where his hand lay, instantly restoring your skin back to a healed state. Sylus was amazed he could even do that. His Evol had only ever healed him. It wasn’t until you came along that it had ever revealed that kind of power and it didn’t work for anyone else either.

"Shh shh, its ok. Just be still, I'm almost done filling you up darling…”

Once his orgasmic high subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath before watching as his cum pooled out of you. He took his finger and scooped as much of it as he could gather before gently pushing it back within your folds. Feeling satisfied with his work, he pulled your panties up before finally pulling the cover back over you.

"There you go. Gotta keep my seed where it belongs so you can make us a baby. Right kitten?" he chuckled, finally feeling tired enough to cuddle you and fall asleep.

[syluss-littlecrow]

massagers and misunderstandings

<sylus x fem!reader>

Haphazardly leaving your little toy in Sylus's room after your playtime wasn't part of the plan.

The good news is that the vibrator was in Sylus’s room.

The bad news is that the vibrator is currently in Sylus’s hands.

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, vibrator play x mirror sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, sylus teasing the everloving shit out of you, breeding kink, (light) choking, dacryphilia, shit load of orgasms

w/c: 2.1k

a/n: shout out to the loml @rafsfishstick for helping me out with this and also giving me this fuck ass idea. Now y'all gna suffer with ME. you're welcome 🩷

Shit, shit, shit. Where is it?!

You've been flipping your whole bedroom upside down over an important missing device. You swore you kept it in the drawers of your room, or at least, you thought you did. 

Unfortunately, it went over your head that staying with Sylus for extended periods had you getting very comfortable with leaving your belongings around.

Including your vibrator. 

Well, Sylus didn't need to know about it. 

In your defense, it was lonely in the mansion without him. And when you did miss him while he was gone, you'd sneak into his room (not that he minded), lie on his bed and let his scent just engulf you completely. 

Well, you had your needs too. 

And usually you'd just keep your vibrator in your room within the mansion.

And unfortunately for you, this was not one of your usual times.

When the realisation hit you that you in fact did absentmindedly stash your toy hastily in one of his drawers during one of the nights when he told you he'd be away from town for a while, you bolted to his room, hoping, praying, that Sylus hadn't reached his chambers before you did.

The good news is that the vibrator was indeed in Sylus’s room.

The bad news is that the vibrator is currently in Sylus’s hands.

Fuck me, you think, a million useless excuses flooding in and out of your mind.

Maybe you could knock him out and snag the toy from his fingers.

Yeah, like that could ever fucking work with his level of reflexes. 

“Aren't you coming in, kitten?” 

His usual pet name sends goosebumps flooding your skin. 

“Good evening, Sylus”, you force a smile, trying to ignore the way he’s fidgeting with your vibrator. 

“This wouldn't happen to be yours, would it?” He asks, dangling the silicone vibrator before you. “I've never seen you use it before.”

You could smack the smug look off his face if you had the chance to, but for now, you force a smile, reaching out to take the device from him. 

“It's just a massager”, you lie horribly.

Of course he fucking shifts it away from your grasp.

He narrows his eyes at you and decorates his expression with a sharper smirk. 

“Right, because massaging devices look unassuming like this, and you happen to decide to have a little massage session in my room?” 

Fuck. 

There's no way out of this. 

His smirk fades. He puts an arm out to beckon you closer. 

His eyes reflect tints of something else, like a reminder that you're about to turn into his prey. 

And you can't help but always fall into his trap.

“Now, won't you show me how you use your little massager, sweetie?” 

You watch him twirl the vibrator between his slender fingers, touching and feeling the buttons on his fingertips. He has your legs spread apart in front of him at the edge of the bed. You’re carefully observing your partner as it takes him barely a few minutes to figure your toy out when it buzzes to life. 

“Don't look so scared, kitten. I'm not about to eat you”, the gaze Sylus is giving you says otherwise. Unfortunately, there's a twisted stem of anticipation that's slowly flooding your veins. You wonder what he's about to do to you, and it's getting you excited. 

He smirks when his gaze lands on the small damp patch of fabric on your pussy. He wants to make it bigger. 

Sylus grazes his knuckles against your clothes pussy, and it draws a gasp from you. 

“I have to say, sweetie, your little massager here has quite the strong vibrations”, Sylus teases. His arm curls around your legs, pulling you slightly closer to him, before he presses the buzzing toy on your clothed pussy. Despite the fact that you knew it was coming, you still jumped from the sensation instantly. 

You crunch your abdomen when you feel Sylus rolling the vibrator up and down your pussy, watching with sheer satisfaction at the way the dark patch on your pussy continues to grow darker and bigger. 

“How does it feel, kitten?” He asks with a smile, and you're not sure if you're getting soaked from the vibrator or from Sylus eye fucking you. 

“Tickles…” you force yourself to answer. You hear him hum from below, before your mind shuts off when he shifts the vibrator right to your clit, and applies pressure right there. 

But it's not enough.

You know he's fucking with you. He's teasing you–especially when he intentionally lowers the vibration to a dull buzz, taking away the build up, only leaving you whining for more. 

But at the moment where you're able to catch your breath, the vibration climbs in levels again, leaving you fisting the sheets and his shirt. Sylus removes his arm around your thigh, and hooks a slender on the damp piece of fabric, tugging it outwards.

“Should we get this out of the way, sweetie? It's bothering you isn't it?” 

You nod, still trying to regulate your breathing, your mind racing at the thought of Sylus being the one pressing your vibrator on your bare, wet, sticky pussy. 

He lets you close your legs to roll the panties off your hips, only to disappear behind you for a split moment. 

His husky voice rings in your ears. 

“Open, sweetie.”

You feel his fingers brush on your chin, and he gestures to you to face the front.

You're facing the mirror. 

The view of your legs spread open, the sight of your glistening pussy right before your reflection makes you swallow hard. 

Sylus’s finger slither down to your sopping folds, spreading your pussy open. 

“So fucking pretty for me, aren't you?” 

Your fingers clutch tightly against his shirt, the desperation for him to do just anything coming out as a beg when you whisper to him, “please, Sylus.”

His other hand switches on the vibrator once more, and he aims it right on your fucking clit. It makes you jump, and before you realise it, your orgasm hits you–white engulfing your vision, the pleasure shooting through your veins at lightning speed and your pussy uselessly and desperately clenching the air. Sylus captures your lips with his, eating your fucked out moans while he drags your orgasm out, rolling the toy in circles around your clit, collecting the sheer wetness with his fingers and vibrator.

He pulls the vibrator off you, at least, momentarily, to let you descend from your high. 

Sylus watches you through the mirror–you, in tears, a small puddle just under where you're sitting and just a creamy fucking mess your pussy is. 

“So this was what you were doing when I was gone?” 

He watches the way your ears turn red.

Sylus’s fingers keep you staring at him through the reflections.

“I got lonely when you weren't here…”

“Right. I'm sorry for that, sweetie. I should make it up to you, hm?”

You couldn't even proceed to ask him how before he lifts you onto his lap, and the view before you makes you swallow harder–his cock just resting against your bare pussy. 

His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear.

“If I told you that I crave so fucking much to just see you the moment I leave, would that leave your mind at ease?” 

“No”, you mutter, then gasp when he presses his dick along your folds, dragging his cock so painfully slowly against your pussy. “Nothing is enough if it's not you being here in the flesh.”

He chuckles–it feels warm and it spreads through all over your body. 

“Greedy kitten”, is all he replies before he stretches you open, taking the gorgeous sight of you completely falling apart for him as he fits his cock in you. 

“That’s a good girl for me. You're taking me so well. Fuck, look at you swallowing me up”, he groans, greedily wanting to just keep all the wet warmth for himself. 

It has been a couple of long weeks since he was gone, and fuck was his cock quite a stretch. He fills you up so fucking good every single time.

He listens to you sigh shakily, trying to adjust. He feels the way you're squeezing his thighs with your hand.

You feel so good around him. You feel so good for him. 

You hiccup when you feel Sylus thrusts his cock right into you again. You're so fucking overstimulated, your sensitivity climbing up in hundreds, but Sylus still trails the vibrator across your clit in pulses, making your head fall back against his shoulders, your moans bouncing off the walls of his room. It doesn't help that he's forcing you to soak in the sheer perversion of view that's presented before you. 

“You're squeezing me so much, kitten”, he hisses into your ears when he feels your pussy clench around him once more. He's in fucking heaven. 

But of course, he loves playing with his prey a little more. 

The moment he feels you start flutter, he lifts the vibrator off your clit. It makes you gasp.

Then he thrusts his hips upwards, pressing against your sensitive spots. You watch the way his cock just disappears in you, all the way in, and it's starting to make you light-headed. 

“Can your little vibrator make you make that face, kitten?” 

You see the tear stains that streak down your face, your eyes still watery. Fuck, of course it doesn't. 

“Maybe”, you answer shakily, and you watch his eyes fucking glow right before you in the mirror.

Sylus laughs.

“I guess I should change that, right?” He responds. His fingers are now on your throat, and his other hand lay flat on your thigh.

“Then I'd better make sure I make you see fucking stars. Fuck you hard and good, right?” 

His fingers tighten around your throat. 

Sylus is a fucking menace.

You don't even remember the existence of your vibrator. Not when Sylus is fucking the ever-loving shit out of you from below, and that you're watching it through the fucking mirror–every thrust detailed perfectly under the lights, his fingers cutting oxygen from you from time to time. 

He's forcing you to cum with his dick. 

And it's fucking working..

Much thanks to the horrible edging he's done to you, you're a fucking overstimulated mess–so sensitive and broken that when you're about to flood, you're begging him.

“Gonna cum, Sylus, please. I'm gonna cum so much. Fuckkkk-” 

It fountains out of you and pushes him out, spraying all over the mirror and the sheets. You don't know what Sylus is muttering in your ears but you know he's fucking slapping your pussy, more fluids spraying out to his satisfaction.

After the clear fluids, only the thick cream comes after, and Sylus doesn't hesitate to slide his cock back in, filling you up once more, cream settling and slicking down his shaft with every thrust. Your thighs are still twitching from how fucking good it feels.

“Have I told you that I adore ruining you so much? Because I do adore ruining you so much, sweetie”, he groans. His face contorts in pleasure so fucking beautifully in the mirror while he bottoms out in you, his cock twitching and letting thick streams of warm cum filling you up. He lets himself stay in your pussy for a second or two, before he pulls out, only a thin string of cum linking his cock and your pussy. 

Sylus forces you to watch his fingers once again pull open your pretty folds, and thick white seeps out of your hole in loads. 

You see him plant a kiss on your temple before he effortlessly scoops you up to wash up with him.

You swear you didn’t leave it in his room this time round. You learned your lesson. When Sylus had his butler change out the soiled sheets, you had pocketed back your vibrator and kept it in a safe part of your room so Sylus wouldn’t get his hands on it again. 

At least, that’s what you thought, because the vibrator seemed to have disappeared again. 

Shit, did you have to intrude into Sylus’s room again? Well sure, he was gone for a couple of days, so you used his bed for a couple of days…but you were sure as hell that you brought the vibrator back with you when you on the day Sylus came back. 

Unsuccessful with the search in Sylus’s room, you return back to yours, wondering if the mansion had just sucked up the vibrator into thin air. 

That is, until you see Sylus on your bed.

With your vibrator in his hands. 

[misswynters]

Ma Meilleure Amour

featuring. ekko x fem!reader

a/n. doing my duty as a writer to fill the ekko tag with fics of him only (it’s translated to my best love)

inspired by. the song Ma Meilleure Ennemie and the scene with ekko and jinx in act iii (listen to it while reading)

Everything felt different. The streets of Zaun had the ever-present haze of smog seem softer, its grim edge dulled by the warm hum of neon lights. The streets bustled with life, as they always did, but the night gave the chaos a certain charm. The glow of green and pink signs reflected off damp cobblestones, while the occasional flicker of a malfunctioning lamp sent ripples of color through shallow puddles.

You walked side by side with Ekko, your steps slow and aimless, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. You didn’t, of course. With how Zaun always had a way of reminding you that the clock never stopped ticking. But right now, under the swirl of lights and the faint hiss of steam vents, it felt like time had paused just for the two of you.

Ekko’s hand brushed against yours every so often, and though he wasn’t one to initiate touch easily, you could tell he didn’t mind the closeness. He always had this way of being effortlessly cool, his swagger and wit making it seem like nothing fazed him. But you knew him better than most. You saw the weight he carried, the pressure of being a leader, a fighter, and a kid all at once. And tonight, you were determined to remind him what it felt like to just…be.

“Ever think Zaun’s kinda pretty at night?” you mused, breaking the comfortable silence.

Ekko glanced at you, one eyebrow raised, before looking around. “Pretty? Dunno if I’d call it that. More like…gritty with a side of a green glow.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Says the one waxing poetic about this place,” he shot back, his grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine, maybe I’m seeing it through rose-colored glasses. Or maybe I just like walking around with you.”

That earned a chuckle from him, the sound low and warm. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned closer to you. “Well, when you put it that way…” The two of you wandered through winding alleys and across rickety bridges, the air thick with the scent of metal and oil. Every so often, Ekko would point out a shortcut he’d used for one of his time-bending escapades or share a story about an adventure with the Firelights.

But then he led you down a narrow path you hadn’t noticed before, his fingers brushing yours briefly to guide you. At the end of the path, you stepped into a beautiful hidden oasis. A rooftop garden tucked away from Zaun’s usual grit and grime. The first thing you noticed was the lights. Strings of mismatched lanterns crisscrossed the space, casting a soft, golden glow over everything. Tiny fairy lights were woven through the vines that climbed up makeshift trellises, their warm flicker like little stars in the night. The plants themselves were a mix of scrappy greenery and surprisingly vibrant flowers, their colors popping against the muted tones of the city below.

“Woah…” you breathed, turning to him with wide eyes.

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the faint blush on his cheeks gave him away. “It’s nothing fancy. Just a spot I’ve been working on.”

“Are you kidding? It’s perfect,” you said, your voice filled with awe.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze darting away from yours. “Figured it’d be nice to have a place to get away, y’know? Somewhere quiet.”

You stepped forward, taking it all in. A small wooden bench sat in the center of the garden, its surface worn but sturdy. Around it, the plants swayed gently in the cool breeze, their leaves catching the light just enough to shimmer.

“Come on,” Ekko said, his hand lightly brushing the small of your back as he guided you to the bench. “I didn’t bring you here just to stand around.”

You sat down, the wood creaking softly under your weight. Ekko settled beside you, close enough that his knee pressed against yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet hum of the lights and the distant sounds of Zaun filling the space. It was a working pattern. There was always a comfortable silence between the two of you.

“How long have you been working on this?” you asked softly.

“Couple months,” he said, leaning back with his arms stretched across the bench. “Takes a while to get plants to grow in a place like this. But I dunno…it feels good to build something, y’know? Instead of just tearing things down.”

You glanced at him, your chest tightening at the softness in his voice. Ekko didn’t let people see this side of him often though. I mean this was the boy who dreamed of a better Zaun, the one who carried the weight of his community on his shoulders.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder. “Just like you.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and a little shy. “You’re laying it on thick tonight, huh?”

“Just telling the truth,” you said, closing your eyes as his warmth seeped into you.

The two of you sat like that for a while, wrapped up in the stillness of the garden. Ekko’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a way that felt natural, like you were always meant to fit together.

“Hey,” he said after a while, his voice quiet.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. For, y’know…being here.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart aching at the sincerity in his eyes. “Of course,” you said softly while winking. “You’re worth it, Ekko.”

His gaze lingered on yours for a moment, the golden light casting shadows across his face. Then he smiled. It was real, genuine smile that made your chest feel light and full all at once.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. His arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as you leaned into him.

“This is nice,” you murmured, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his arm.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little muffled. “It is.”

There it was again, the comfortable silence. The garden was quiet, bathed in the golden light of the mismatched lanterns. You rested your head on Ekko’s shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath against you. His fingers were still intertwined with yours, his thumb brushing small, absentminded circles against your knuckles.

It was peaceful, almost too perfect for Zaun, where tranquility was a rare luxury. The hum of distant machinery and the faint chatter of the streets below were a backdrop to your own private world. You thought this was it, that the night couldn’t get any better. But Ekko had other plans.

Suddenly, he shifted away from you, his weight leaving the bench as he stood. His warmth leaving your body. You blinked up at him, confused as he turned to face you, his signature grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He extended a hand toward you, palm up, the glow of the garden lights reflecting in his dark eyes.

“Dance with me,” he said, his voice soft but brimming with an irresistible playfulness.

You tilted your head, a laugh escaping you. “Dance? Here?”

“Why not?” He wiggled his fingers, urging you to take his hand.

You hesitated, glancing around. “Ekko, there’s no music.”

He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, ye of little faith.”

Reaching into his pocket, Ekko pulled out a small, beaten up speaker, a relic salvaged from some forgotten corner of Zaun. He fiddled with it for a moment before a warm melody crackled to life, filling the air with a gentle rhythm.

You stared at him in disbelief, your lips parting in surprise. “You planned this?”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool but failing miserably as a proud smile broke through. “Maybe.”

Shaking your head with a soft laugh, you placed your hand in his, the warmth of his palm grounding you. “Alright, Clockstopper,” you teased. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Ekko pulled you to your feet, guiding you to the center of the garden. The music swelled around you, soft and sweet, a contrast to the chaos of Zaun. His other hand found its place on your waist, and he held you close, his movements easy and unhurried. At first, you tried to match his rhythm, your steps tentative as you followed his lead. But it wasn’t long before your foot accidentally landed on his.

“Oh, sorry!” you gasped, pulling back slightly.

Ekko winced dramatically, clutching his chest as if you’d mortally wounded him. “You’re killing me here,” he said, his voice laced with mock pain.

You rolled your eyes, a grin tugging at your lips. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“Baby?” He laughed, spinning you unexpectedly. You stumbled slightly but caught yourself, the sound of your shared laughter echoing in the garden.

The two of you continued like that, swaying and spinning under the lanterns. Every so often, you’d step on his foot again, and he’d exaggerate his reaction, making you laugh until your cheeks hurt. But then, as the song shifted to a slower melody, Ekko’s movements became gentler, more deliberate. He pulled you closer, your bodies impossibly near. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, the faint scent of zauns atmosphere lingering on him. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The golden light reflected in his eyes, making them shimmer like they held their own constellation. There was something unspoken in his gaze, something raw and real that made your heart stutter.

“Ekko…” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the distance, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft and sweet, filled with everything words couldn’t express. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped around your waist. The world seemed to tilt, the glow of the lanterns and the soft hum of the music swirling around you in a haze of light and sound.

Time felt irrelevant—ironic, considering who you were with. All that mattered was the way he held you, the way his lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice steady and sure.

Your heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the lights around you. Smiling, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too,” you said, the words as natural as breathing.

Ekko grinned, his hands tightening around your waist as he pressed a series of quick, playful kisses to your face—your cheeks, your nose, your forehead. Each kiss was accompanied by a soft giggle from you, his affection spilling over in a way that was so uniquely him.

“Ekko, stop,” you laughed, trying to pull away as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Never,” he said, his voice full of mock defiance as he caught your lips in another kiss.

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten. The music played on, the lights flickered, and Zaun’s ever-present hum seemed softer, almost distant. As the night stretched on, you found yourselves back on the bench, your head resting on Ekko’s shoulder as he absentmindedly played with your fingers. The garden felt like a dream, a little slice of peace carved out of the chaos. And in that moment, with Ekko by your side and the glow of the lanterns above you, everything felt right. Almost perfect.

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[alteredphoenix]

Been watching raocow play Banjo-Tooie and a bunch of BK/BT speedruns and it's making me yearn for Banjo-Threeie to be an actual thing.

[tojicide]

SANTA TELL ME! 𝓍 JJK MEN.

summary. they reluctantly join you in your holiday festivities by dressing up for christmas. their present? cumming down a different type of chimney. with gojo, toji, geto, nanami.

warnings. fem!reader, wife/girlfriend!reader, kinda mean!toji lol, unprotected, semi-public, oral ( both receiving ), mating press, prone bone, missionary, pet names, breeding / breeding kink, bound wrists, hair pulling, creampie, brief mentions of pregnancy.

★ satoru gojo — santa claus.

“don’t make me go,” he whines, plopping down onto your bed face-first. you didn’t even have to see his face to know that he was pouting, that pink bottom lip of his jutted beyond comprehension.

you huff, spinning around from the mirror to look at his miserable figure. to no one’s surprise, there he was, the strongest sorcerer of all behaving like a petulant child over having to dress up for a whopping two hours.

begrudgingly, you place a hand on his leg, rubbing up and down to gather his attention. “it won’t be so bad. stop your whining and get dressed, gojo.”

satoru picks his head up almost immediately, his brows knit in confusion. “gojo? oh, so now these children are turning my own wife against me!“

and by children, he means the students at jujutsu high school who were promised the satoru gojo’s presence at their holiday event. all he had to do was go rub elbows with the staff and students, wish a few people a ‘meeeerry christmas!’ and be on his way. but of course he can’t be reasonable and do what he’s asked. who would satoru gojo be if not consistently difficult?

“what are you even— satoru, just get up!” you exclaim, tugging on his leg to pull him halfway down the bed.

he groans out. “i mean— they don’t even believe in santa claus anymore! what is the point?”

you scoff, tugging his leg once more. “don’t make me repeat myself or i’ll take away my promise of giving you a ‘special present’ once this is over.”

and it was incredible how fast he’d gotten dressed, his lanky frame now dressed in rich red fabric from head to toe. a santa claus costume. as he exits the closet, he is already wearing a frown. it’s borderline infuriatingly how handsome he is even when he wears such a downcast expression.

“aww!” you beam, cupping his face in admiration. you pinch his cheeks, watching as they become cherry red from both the contact and your reaction. “you look so cute!”

satoru’s face flushes, a scoff leaving him. “only cute? i must look horrific in that case.”

he plops down onto the stool in front of your vanity dresser, not daring to look at his reflection. just as he was about to complain for what felt like the hundredth time—he pauses. brow raised, he glances up at you with eyes swirling with mischief.

“oh, mrs. clauuuuus,” he sings, leaning back against the dresser. “i think i need a bit of practice before the big event. y’know… as first-time santa and all.”

you tilt your head, your expression portraying your obvious confusion. “practice? practice what?”

he stretches out his arms, beckoning you closer with his hands. “practice being ol’ saint nick, of course. need a pretty woman like you to come sit on my lap ‘n tell me what she wants for christmas. it’ll really get me in the right state of mind, i promise.”

you both know better. if the already growing erection beneath the fabric of his pants wasn’t telling enough, the haze of neediness in his eyes would have communicated his true intentions just as sufficiently.

with a rough sigh, you oblige, taking a sideways seat in his lap. your deep red dress rides up just a bit, revealing the smooth expanse of your thighs to the wandering eyes of your husband. he hardly bats an eye when you chuck a quiet insult of: “for christmas, i want you to stop complaining and let me finish my makeup.”

satoru’s hands map out your smooth skin—from your ankles to your knees to your thighs—all while you pay him no mind and continue to apply your lip liner. he raises his brows, bright eyes fitting to your lip balm as you apply it to your plush lips.

“ooh, what flavor you got?” he coos, leaning forward to try and capture your lips in a kiss.

but you place a hand on his face, squishing his cheeks to make him form an adorable kissy face as you just hardly peck his lips. “peppermint.”

he licks his lips, taking as much as he can get from you for the time being. “yummy. can i have some more?”

satoru almost startles when you bring the festive lip balm to his lips, swiping it over his mouth in precise strokes. “sweeeets,” he whines, snatching the small tube from your hand to set it down on the dresser. “can’t i just have a little kiss? just one, honey, promise.”

you huff, shaking your head. “you’re telling me i just wasted two precious swipes of my lip balm on your lips when you didn’t even want any?”

"nuh-uh. wasted nothing, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. he then leans into you, his strong hands settling on your hips as he pulls you in just the same. "buuuut if you're so concerned about your precious chapstick..." he speaks, his nose brushing against your cheek. "why don't you come ‘n get it back?"

you hum in contemplation, bringing your thumb up to wipe away the moisture from his bottom lip. kissing with lip products on was messy enough as is, and truth be told, nothing about kissing satoru was clean. he kissed you like he wanted to devour you whole, like he was proposing to your lips with each nibble and lick.

“gimme a sec,” you murmur, accurately and thoroughly wiping away the gloss from his lips. he let you, too.

satoru’s lips part as you smudge away the gloss, his tongue darting out to catch a stray bit of the sweet and minty flavor. he wraps his lips around the pad of your thumb, suckling like the insatiable minx he is before you pull it away.

"theeeere we go," he purrs. "all clean ‘n ready for my gorgeous wife.” he leans back against the edge of the dresser, spreading his legs slightly to expertly maneuver you to straddle his thighs.

his hands just barely slip beneath the fabric of your dress, thumbs rubbing circles onto your hip bones. "c’mere, baby," he whispers, his desperation on full display without a care in the world. "lemme show you what else these lips can do besides waste your lip balm."

and your self restraint slips away the moment your lips slot into his, his breath catching in his throat as if he hadn’t truly expected you to let him taste you. with the gift that you’ve just bestowed upon him, he slips his tongue into your mouth, a throaty groan omitting him.

shamelessly, his hands slide around the curve of your hips, firmly grasping onto your ass. he bucks his hips upward, pressing his hard bulge to your clothed cunt, a choked whimper leaving him as he begins to kiss his way down your throat.

“want my present a little early,” he murmurs, nipping at your collarbone before his wet tongue swipes out to soothe the sting. “please?”

you hum, lips parting as you begin to instinctively roll your hips back and forth along the imprint of his length. it was a heady feeling, knowing just how much you affected him, how much he yearns for every inch of you no matter the time nor the place. “but—”

all the while, he pulls at the neckline of your dress, tugging it down just enough to reveal one of your breasts. “mm,” he rumbles in reply, lips latching onto your nipple the moment he saw it. his tongue works around your areola, lathering your sensitive skin up with his saliva before pulling away with a wet pop. “pleeease? just the tip, baby. i won’t be greedy.”

his fingers are already blindly pulling down the zipper of your dress, watching with blown pupils as more and more of your smooth skin becomes his to see. to touch. to taste. to love. he isn’t sure if this is such a good idea, his dick already twitching in his pants just from the sight of his beautiful wife, but he can’t resist you. not now, not ever.

“o-okay,” you agree, a hand slipping into his soft locks of white hair as his talented mouth sucks on your neglected breast as if was revealed to him. “counts as half your gift then.”

satoru nods his head in understanding, rising from the stool with you in his arms. your dress falls from your body, pooling on the hardwood floor as he sets you down on the bed. he was out of his festive outfit just as fast as he’d gotten into it, the holly jolly clothing discarded messily on the floor.

his mouth presses open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of your torso. your breasts, your stomach, the curve of your waist, your hips, the mound of your pussy. your back arches into the sensation, hands grasping firmly onto his strong shoulders as he crawls over you.

fingers hooking beneath your underwear, he tugs the damp fabric down your legs, tossing them carelessly across the room. it’s then that his lovesick eyes rove over your skin, all bare and glistening from both your natural beauty and the slick of his saliva from kissing his way around your body.

“well, aren’t you just the most beautiful present a man could ask for,” he smiles, hands finding the back of your thighs as he pushes them up into your chest. propping himself up on one arm, he still nearly folds you in half by his weight pressing into you. his free hand guides his blushed tip to your drooling heat.

he drags the head of his cock along your folds, groaning at the feeling of his pre coating your already wet skin. “’m so lucky,” he whisers, another throaty moan escaping him the moment he pushes his tip inside of you.

your hands claw at his biceps, head falling back on the plush mattress. “no, i-i’m the lucky one,” you tell him, earning a choked chuckle in response.

satoru fucks you shallowly, keeping his promise of just the tip as he gazes down at you with such adoration that you’re surprised you haven’t exploded into pretty little hearts. “mmh— we can both be lucky,” he rasps, his free hand slipping between the two of you for his thumb to circle your clit.

your body responds so well to his touch, inner walls clenching down on the head of his dick. a soft mewl escapes your kiss bitten lips, clutching particularly hard onto his arm once he applies a heavy finger to your swollen nub. “j-just another inch,” you suggest, flashing him a wry smile.

he was quick to nod, returning your grin. “mhmm, was thinking the same thing. such a smart girl you are, readin’ my mind like that.”

it was a shock to no one as one more inch turned to two, then three, four, five, six… all up until he was balls deep inside of your dripping cunt, thrusting into you like a madman who’s head was entirely occupied by thoughts of his beloved wife and her perfect pussy.

satoru promised not to be greedy, but you both knew he was anything but when it came to you. like a moth to a flame, he was forever longing for you, his wife, in any way he could have you.

folded into a mating press, your velvety walls shift to accommodate him. the wet sounds of your cunt sounding in the air with each heavy rock of his hips that nudges his cock impossibly deeper inside of you, making you feel like you’re floating and seeing stars just the same.

“fuuuuck,” he drawls, hands planted firmly on the back of your thighs as he keeps you nice and open for him. his hips drive into you with passion, his skin slapping against yours with each movement he makes, filling the room with sounds of your shared pleasure. “takin’ me so well, doin’ so damn good. made just for me, baby.”

your eyes slip shut as you cry out, pussy clenching down on him like a vice, proving to the both of you that you truly were made for each other. “kiss me,” you pant, hands reaching for his face to tug him down to you.

and satoru has never been one to deny his pretty little wife anything she desires, his lips crashing into yours as you swallow up his sounds of overwhelming pleasure. it’s all teeth and tongue, saliva coating your lips as your nails dig into his face, holding him in place as his cock drags in and out of you.

you taste him on your tongue, just as he does with you, the tingling sensation lingering on your tastebuds leaving you absolutely dumb and needy for your husband. he reaches for your left hand, lacing your fingers together while his other cups your cheek, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead on yours.

“tell me what your—hah—real christmas wish is, baby,” he teases, nipping at your bottom lip with his pearly white teeth.

you whine, back arching off the bed as his cock hits your sweet spot just right. vision blurry and clouded by your adoration for your husband, you kiss him as you whisper your answer. “you.”

eyes widening in surprise, a goofy grin stretches across his handsome face. “you really are in luck, sweets. i can give ya juuust that.”

and then, his strokes slow, opting for a more languid approach to making love to you as you both begin to approach your climaxes. moans, whines, kisses, teary eyes—between each and every exchange between the two of you, one thing remains constant.

your love.

it doesn’t take long for you to find your release, an airy cry fleeting into the room as a thick ring of cream coats his cock. spurred on by bringing you so much pleasure, satoru kisses your cheek. your forehead. your nose. your eyebrow. your lips.

and with a few more thrusts, he bottoms out inside of you, stuffing you full to the brim with both his cock and his seed. sticky and warm, the substance leaking out of you serving as a physical embodiment of how much he loves you. how much he loves making love to you.

pulling back with a breathless smile, satoru kisses you once more. “y’know… maybe i should’ve kept the suit on. didn’t know my pretty little wife had a thing for mr. claus.”

rolling your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as you whisper in his ear. “…mhm. go clean up and get dressed, satoru. i made you get ready an hour early just to make sure we had enough time.”

“…psh. c’moooon, baby, you serious?”

★ toji fushiguro — the grinch.

“ow. you got that shit in my eye,” he grumbles, glaring up you like you had just punched him in the face.

you giggle, shaking your head as you pick up a tinier makeup brush, swiping it around his mouth to create the illusion of the makeup look that you’re currently working on—using none other than your husband as the canvas. the color green covers his entire face, an even darker shade contouring the minuscule details of the grinch’s appearance.

“isn’t funny,” he grumbles once more, slumping his shoulders. though, he doesn’t stand up from the edge of the bed, nor does he attempt to jerk his head away at any point.

it’s in that moment that toji realizes just how soft he’s become for you. never in his life would he ever imagine that he’d be here, sitting at the edge of his shared bed with his wife standing between his parted legs, doing his makeup to make him look like her favorite holiday character.

not to mention, you have him wearing a fuzzy headband to push his dark locks of hair out of his face. a. fuzzy. headband. there’s cute little reindeer antlers on it too, making him look even more adorable than he’d like to. he was such a goner, far too in love with you to put up any kind of real protest.

you work with your tongue poking out between your lips, brow furrowed in concentration as you apply a bit of green eyeliner to his lips—using it as lip liner instead. “hold still, babe! hold still!”

“this shit tastes like sewer water. are you almost done?”

“well, you aren’t exactly supposed to lick it. wait— how do you know what sewer water tastes like?”

and to that, you don’t get an actual explanation. instead, you receive a smack on your ass and a firm squeeze from the man sitting in front of you. “mind your business, woman.”

minding your business is exactly what you do, returning to your task of finishing up the makeup look to the best of your ability with a wide, beaming smile on your pretty face. toji will never live this down, he’s sure of it, but getting to see that smile of yours was more than enough justification for this entire experience.

“aaaaand…” you sing, reaching for a nearby hand mirror. you spin it around, showing him the finish product. “finished! do you like it?”

toji can’t help his facial expression as it contorts in horror, his jaw slacking while his eyes nearly bulge out of his head. his gaze flits up to you, his hands on your hips giving them a firm squeeze. “tell me this comes off, doll.”

you pout, visibly deflating as you hear his reaction. it wasn’t that you weren’t expecting it, because you absolutely were, but you had a habit of guilt tripping him. how else could you have convinced him to let you do his makeup in the first place? think smarter, not harder.

“it comes off,” you confirm, putting down the mirror on your vanity desk. you place your hands on his shoulders, sighing heavily as you shake your head. “soooo… can i get a pic before we go?”

“no.” toji was already in a piss poor mood after agreeing to go to your company’s annual christmas party, especially now that you made him dress up and actually follow the theme for the event.

you sigh, dropping your head onto his shoulder. “fiiine. you’re such a party pooper.”

he has no problem with that. at least there won’t be any physical evidence of this ordeal that you’ve dragged him into. he watches with narrowed eyes as you maneuver around the room, dressed up as ‘martha may’ or whoever the fuck from the movie ‘how the grinch stole christmas’. you looked sexy, per usual, but he was more so concerned with making sure that you stuffed makeup wipes into your purse.

that was your one agreement—you’d have to let him take it off whenever he wanted to. boring, you think, but understandable.

as much as you wanted to think that toji would indulge you just for a little while, the second the two of you pulled into the parking lot of your workplace, he was already digging into your purse to find the makeup wipes.

“toji!” you scold, attempting to reason with him. “c’moooon, babe. everybody’s dressing up, it’s not just us!”

“doooon’t care,” he mumbles, fishing out the package. he then turns to you, catching a glimpse of your pouty expression. bottom lip tugged downward, eyes soft and full of hope. fuck, it tugged on his heartstrings and you knew it. “damn it, woman. don’t look at me like that.”

you lean over the center console of the car, placing a hand on his bicep. toji relents, tipping his head back as he groans aloud. “fine, fine. you can take a picture before i wipe this mess off.”

one picture turned into many, all of which were different poses and expressions that you forced toji to do just for you. kissy faces, his tongue sticking out, holding up a peace sign… yeah, you’re definitely using those against him. but hey, he probably won’t mind. he loves you too much.

by the time the two of you finally make it into the party, you notice the immediate scowl that sets into his handsome features. his jaw was tense, his eyes narrowed, and he made sure to have a hand hooked around your waist at all times. a bit possessive, you think, but maybe he’s just trying to make sure that you don’t manage to find another grinch on this christmas eve.

“fix your face, toji,” you quip, patting his cheek with your palm. you pucker your lips, silently asking for a kiss, to which he indulges you with yet another grumble.

he leans dips his head, nuzzling into your neck with a soft growl. “for you, baby, i’ll suffer through it. just don’t expect me to enjoy myself.”

his hand slides up your side, fingertips grazing the underside of your breast through the fabric of your little festive dress. he lingers there, thumb brushing over your nipple in tease. “but i’d much rather be somewhere private with ya, y’know... tearin’ that pretty dress off and buryin’ my face between your legs ‘til—“

you gasp, lightly swatting his hand. if that weren’t enough, the vulgarity of his words are enough to make your face heat up, your gaze flickering away from your husband to see if anyone else in the event had been watching you closely enough.

“toji!” you scold in a whisper yell, snapping your gaze back in his direction. “you know you can’t talk to me like that in public, especially not here.”

toji chuckles lowly, clearly unrepentant. "what’d i do? ‘m just makin’ conversation.” he leans in even closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks. "bet you're nice ‘n wet just thinkin’ about me eating that sweet pussy of yours. want me to bend you over the table right here ‘n show everyone what a needy girl you are for me?"

you swat his hand away once again, smoothing the fabric of your dress over as if his touch hadn’t been there at all. you catch the eye of a group of your colleagues, giving them a wave and a polite smile before you turn back to your husband, your expression faltering.

“i’m the needy girl, but you are the one who can’t keep his hands to himself,” you retort, raising a brow at him. “hm. good try, honey. i’m going to go speak with my colleagues over there. you’re more than welcome to join me.”

toji scoffs, rolling his eyes. "yeah, yeah, i'll be a good boy ‘n play nice." he scoffs under his breath, but follows you over to your coworkers nonetheless.

as you chat with them, he stands slightly behind you, one hand resting possessively on your lower back. every so often, his fingers dip under the hem of your dress, brushing against the bare skin there. shameless, he is.

"so," one of your male coworkers says to you, leaning in a bit too close for toji’s liking. "looking gorgeous tonight. where’s the lucky husband?"

toji supposed this is his fault, having never attended one of these events alongside you before, but was this guy fucking dumb? who else would be all over you like he is right now unless he was your husband?

his hand tightens on your hip, pulling you slightly against his chest. "you blind? where else would i be?" he asks, voice deceptively calm.

the coworker holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "hey, hey, no problem, man. just admiring the view, you know how it is. can't blame a guy for looking, right?"

"nah, i don’t get it. fuck is your problem?" he growls, attempting to step around you and get to the man.

“toji!” you murmur, pressing back against him to keep him at a safe distance. you nearly forgot how quick his temper could rise considering that you rarely saw it yourself.

your coworker's face pales, stammering out an apology before scurrying away. toji watches him go, then he turns to you, eyes softening. "let's get outta here, yeah?" he says, offering his arm. "i've had enough of this. gonna take you somewhere i can put my hands on you without getting you fired."

he guides you towards the exit, hand resting on your hip while you lean into his side. once outside, he opens the car door, not so gently helping you into the driver’s seat. "i’d be mad too," he murmurs, laying a smack on your ass as he makes his way over to the passenger side. "if i saw you goin’ home with another man, i’d be tryin’ to enter a dick measurin’ competition too.”

a strong hand cups your sex through your panties, fingers rubbing slow, tight circles. "mm. can’t wait to taste her." he captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth. "c’mon… let's go home so i can get you out of this dress and show you just how much i appreciate you. ‘n hey… maybe if you're really good, i'll let ya ride my face 'til you’re screaming."

you roll your eyes with a chuckle as you tug her dress back down to its proper length. “you beg me to ride your face as is,” you joke, even though it’s most certainly true.

toji was insatiable, and he would (and has) eat your pussy for hours if given the chance. you haven’t ever had to ask him for it, and you probably never will.

just as you reach to stick the key in the ignition, toji grabs your keys from your hand, holding them up with a smirk. "ah ah ah, not so fast." he crowds you, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck while his other hand slides beneath the fabric of your dress, fingers grazing your panties

"y’know the rules, doll. no ridin’ my face 'til you prove how much you want it." he leans in close, teeth grazing your earlobe. "so. why don't you lean on over ‘n show me that pretty mouth of yours?”

you raise your brows, glancing around the parking lot in a frenzy. “but— toji, we can’t.” you blink a few times before you pull back just enough to find his eyes once more. “what if someone sees?”

toji snickers, eyes glinting with mischief and lust. love, too, of course— but he’s too busy being a hard ass to act on it. "let 'em see. let the whole damn world watch as my sexy little wife sucks my cock." he tugs your wrist, pressing your palm against the large bulge in his pants. "feel that? feel how hard you make me? i need your mouth on me, baby. now." his other hand gently slides into your hair, though he grips tightly as he guides your head down. "open wide, doll. show me what a good girl you can be."

you don’t protest as he guides you down, mouthing at the bulge in his pants while you both work to pull them down. your heart is beating out of your chest, nerves aching from the stress of potentially being caught by sucking your husband’s dick in the parking lot one of your work colleagues. “no need to be so rough with me,” you playfully scold, shaking your head as you work to undo his belt. “insatiable, you are.”

toji grunts as you fumble with his belt, hips rocking forward impatiently. "quit stallin’ ‘n suck my dick already."

when you finally free his cock, it springs out, already hard and leaking. he fists a hand in your hair, guiding your mouth to his tip. "fuck, your lips feel s’good wrapped around me. so perfect." he thrusts upward shallowly, letting you adjust to his size before pushing deeper. his other hand grips the side of the car, the material creaking under his strength. "thaaat’s it, take it all. gonna fuck this pretty mouth 'til ya choke on it."

toji throws his head back with a groan as your throat constricts around him. his abdomen tenses up, both of his hands working to tug your hair up into a makeshift ponytail. "yeah, jus’ like that. take it deep, baby, there ya go." he sets a brutal pace, hips snapping forward as he fucks your face. spit drips down your chin, your nose pressed against his pelvis with every thrust. "shit, ’m gonna cum already," he pants, fingers tightening in your hair. you made him feel like a virgin each and every time you went down on him. “swallow it."

with a final, hard thrust, he buries himself in your mouth and lets go. "shit," he grunts, cock pulsing as he shoots his load directly down your throat. he holds you in place, forcing you to swallow around him. not that you would pull away. breathing hard, he lets up on you. he tucks himself back into his pants with a sated smile. "now thaaat's what i call a earnin’ it, baby. c’mon, let's get home so i can return the favor."

you roll your eyes, snatching your keys back from his grasp. you wipe your face with the back of your hand, intentionally slapping dangerously close to his crotch as you sit up, earning a yelp of warning. “you’re a real jerk, toji,” you scoff, sticking the key into the ignition.

toji chuckles as he properly settles into the passenger seat, sprawling out lazily as if he owned the vehicle. "yeeeah, yeah, i know. but you love me anyway." he reaches over, hand sliding up your thigh as you begin to drive. "besides. i'm the one who has to deal with all these assholes pervin’ on what's mine, some road head is just… a little reassurance." his fingers creep higher, teasing along the edge of your panties. "get us home quick, doll. my dick’s gettin’ hard again."

the car swerves slightly as your breath hitches, his touch igniting the ever-present spark of desire between you. toji simply grins, clearly pleased with the effect he has on you. you just roll your eyes at his words, resting your elbow on the windowsill of the car, your temple resting on your closed fist.

you swat his hand as his fingers brush against the damp spot of your panties, sliding his hand back down to a more appropriate position on your thigh. “as if. you can wait.”

toji scowls, clearly displeased with being denied. "tch, fine. be that way." he withdraws his hand entirely, folding his arms across his chest with a huff. his eyes drift shut, long lashes fanning out against his cheeks. he tries to act upset, but within moments, his hand is already settling back onto your thigh.

you glance over at him as you drive, taking in the peaceful lines of his face. even in sleep, he looks intimidating, his features sharp and angular. but there's a softness to him too, a vulnerability that only you get to see. a simplicity that’s reserved only for you.

when you pull into the driveway of your shared home, you reach over and shakes his shoulder gently. "hey, honey. we're home."

toji stirs, blinking blearily as he takes in the familiar surroundings of the driveway. he stretches languidly, the movement causing his shirt to ride up and expose a peek of toned abs. "mmm, already? thought you'd make me wait longer as punishment for the whole 'road head' thing." he hums, pecking your cheek before he exits the car.

he rounds the vehicle to open your door for you, ever the gentleman despite his earlier crudeness. as you slide out, he pulls you against his chest, one hand sliding possessively down to grip your ass. "let's get inside. 'm still hard as a rock and need to be buried in that sweet pussy of yours soon enough.”

without waiting for a response, he scoops you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style towards the house. his lips find your neck, peppering ticklish kisses along the soft planes of your skin. you drape an arm around his shoulders as he carries you, squirming with a soft giggle as he sinks his teeth into your neck. it hardly hurts, more so tickles, and the crinkled lines around your eyes and the wide smile you wear communicates that.

“put me down! ‘m still mad at you,” you very weakly protest.

toji chuckles, the sound vibrating against your skin as he continues to carry you. "nah. i like havin’ you in my arms like this. makes me feel all caveman-y and shit." he kicks the front door shut behind him, still not putting you down. instead, he starts walking towards the bedroom, his steps intentful. "beeeesides, i wanna lay you out on the bed ‘n taste every inch of you. can’t do that if you’re standin’ up."

he lays you down gently on the mattress, crawling over you with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "now, where were we? oh right, i believe i promised to eat this pretty pussy 'til ya scream."

★ suguru geto — ribbons in his hair.

“ta-da!” you sing, spinning your boyfriend around in the mirror to view the product of your christmas makeover.

suguru stood dumbfounded. his dark locks of hair were tied up in a disorganized fashion, silky red ribbons separating the sections ever so messily. “i don’t mean to offend you, sweetheart, but… this took you thirty minutes to do?”

you peek out from behind him, staring into the mirror as a pout tugs on your bottom lip. “you don’t like it?” you ask, purposefully putting on a softer tone of voice, staring at him with those wide puppy dog eyes of yours that he still can’t resist to this day.

“no! no, baby, that’s… not…” he trails, eyes flitting back up to his reflection in the mirror. did it truly look that bad? no… yes… shit. he flashes you a wide smile, reaching behind him to tug your frame forward. he presses a kiss on your forehead. “i love it so much. thank you, sweetheart.”

was lying to his girlfriend a good idea? no, never. but sometimes, suguru reasons, lying is necessary to keep his beautiful girl happy. you were so excited to do this with him, purchasing you both matching christmas pajamas with little christmas trees and reindeers on the fabric.

not to mention, you had planned such a cozy night for the two of you. building gingerbread houses, baking cookies, cozying up on the couch as the two of you watch your favorite holiday movies…

and so, he kisses your cheek, smiling to himself as he watches your pupils dilate. when you wrap your arms around his neck, luring him in for a proper kiss, he’s silently thankful that you won’t be questioning him any further about your not-so-great handiwork in his hair.

“i know it looks horrible, suguru,” you say into his mouth, a warm chuckle following your words. you pull back, rising up onto your toes to plant a kiss on his nose. silently, you make a note to redo this next year and make him dress up as rudolph the red-nose reindeer. externally, however, you grin. “but you passed my test, baby. just like i knew you would.”

he exhales in relief, his forehead falling until it pressed against yours. “phew. i was worried you’d make me wear these things in my hair for the rest of the night.”

you laugh once more, a hand slipping into his messily styled hair. “oh, no, i have other plans for you tonight,” you whisper, giving one of the ribbons a cute twirl around your finger.

unabashedly, he moans at the mere feeling of your fingers in his hair, just as he had been before as you tugged and tied the satin fabric around his dark locks. it relaxed him, but more than anything, it turned him on. immensely.

and for the first time during this entire process, the moment your stomach brushes against him, suguru realizes that he’s hard. rock hard. so hard that it almost hurts, his cock stiff beneath the soft fabric of his pajama pants and silently begging for relief.

“was this your plan all along?” he asks, his voice taking on a low and husky tone that leaves your skin babbling with goosebumps. “to rile me up with your games? tch. how cruel, sweetheart, even for you.”

and you’re smiling at his words, brushing both of your hands through his hair once more until you earn another needy groan in response. satisfied, you tug a single ribbon loose, watching as a section of his hair sways over his shoulder.

dangling the red ribbon in front of his face, you beam. “well, you can always get your payback… using these.” you can practically see the light bulb going off in his pretty head, his lips twitching into a smirk as he places a hand on the small of your back.

always so gentle. that was how you would usually describe your boyfriend to the outside world, and judging by what they’d know of him, they wouldn’t likely agree. but when it was just the two of you, alone and in the privacy of your home, those words couldn’t have been less true.

you’re undressed before you can even process the cool air brushing along your soft skin, and you’re thrown onto your bed just as quickly. bouncing on the mattress, you look up at him, pupils stretched wide with passion.

“lean back for me,” he instructs, and you listen, flattening onto the plush mattress with your eyes still glued to his face. “thaaat’s it, beautiful. get nice ‘n comfy.”

his words were sugary and sweet, saccharine with the overwhelming taste of lust intruding on his words. he rolls you over, taking your wrists into one of his large hands as he works to tie one of the ribbons around them. although you’re immobilized, you can’t remember the last time you felt so antsy, so excited.

“you look pretty,” he coos, running his calloused hands down the smooth expanse of your sides. he reaches down, pulling your soft strands of hair away from your face as you glance at him. with a smile, he kisses your lips, the touch soft and sweet… all up until he pushes your head back into the mattress.

suguru straightens up, pulling another one of the ribbons loose from his hair. he decides to tie this one around your ankles, keeping you nice and wrapped up. with his hair now pulled half-up by a single ribbon, he decides that he’ll keep that one in, let you see your handiwork while he fucks you stupid. he’ll let it remind you of how you found yourself in this situation in the first place.

hooking his hands beneath your hips, he pulls your ass into the air, leaving you arched and vulnerable—all for his eyes to see. he groans, lowering himself just enough to press a kiss on your damp clit. “mm,” he mumbles into your heat, long tongue lolling out of his mouth to properly taste your slick. “you taste so good, baby. do me a favor, yeah?”

you nod, turning your head to the side as if you were looking at him. you can’t see him, but you can feel him, and that’s almost better in your book. “mhm… anything.”

and then you feel a sharp slap on your ass, soothed by none other than his warm hand rubbing over your reddening skin. “move.” confusion riddled your mind for a brief moment until you felt his tongue press against your pussy once more, curling it ever so slightly to encourage you to move.

a whimper falls from your lips as you begin to rock your hips in messy motions—circles, grinds, thrusts—your movements had no logic to them. not that either of you minded, his tongue flattening against your cunt as you buck yourself against his face.

“mmhm,” he hums in affirmation, laying another smack on your ass cheek. “use my tongue, princess. don’t try ‘n stop until you come on it, got it?”

panting heavily and moving with no other means aside from chasing your own orgasm, you nod your head feverishly once more. “g-got it.” though, with the way your hips begin to stutter, your movements growing more sloppier than before, suguru is lead to believe that you truly don’t get it.

no matter, he has plenty of time to make sure that you understand. his first step is to make you fall apart with his tongue alone.

“i know you can do better than that, sweetheart,” he mocks, pressing his face even further into your heat, his wet tongue lapping at you from behind while your weak motions begin to grow much more purposeful. “mm… there ya go, baby. keep goin’, get yourself niiiice ‘n ready for me.”

you swivel your hips in the best way you can, drawing out moans from both yourself and suguru. he marvels at how talented your fucking hips are, throwing yourself back onto his face just like he’d asked you to. “mhm, good girl,” he praises, running his hands along your thighs. “such a good girl for me.”

as your entire body begins to tremble, you cry out, eyes pricking with tears as you continue to chase your impending release. “s-suguru!” you whine, drool leaking down your lip. “i-i’m—”

you don’t have the time to get your warning out before your orgasm crashes over you in such intense waves, your candied release coating his tongue as he eagerly laps at your heat, cleaning you up willingly. and then you slump forward, boneless and exhausted, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead as you glance at him over your shoulder.

“very good, gimme a kiss,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss onto your lips. you whine into his mouth, wrists squirming within the tightly wrapped ribbon. suguru firmly grasps onto the place where your hands are joined. “no. you were bein’ so good, baby. don’t wanna be a brat now, do you?”

to that, you shake your head, stilling the movement of your wrists. you can hear the sound of shuffling behind you, though your suspicions are confirmed once you feel the angry red tip of his cock brush against your ass.

“ooh, my girl is jumpy tonight,” he teases, placing a firm hand on your hip to prevent your squirming. “don’t move a muscle, sweetheart. i got you.”

when you feel his weight settle on top of you, your back arches into him, earning you a strong arm wrapped around your neck. suguru messily kisses your cheek, open-mouthed and full of passion. all the while, he presses the head is his cock to your entrance.

“tell me what you want,” he says. you can practically hear the grin on his face as he speaks to you, but you can hardly find it within yourself to care once you feel his fat tip brush against you. “‘n say please.”

you move your hips, attempting to get his tip to catch your slippery hole just right. “fuck me,” you say, turning your head to make eye contact with him. pupils as wide as saucers, lips bit by his kisses, face lazily putting on a smile. “please.”

suguru already has a hard time saying no to you as is, but when you look like this? so beautiful and pliant, giving yourself to him and only him? he’s a goner and he knows it.

“so polite,” he rasps, kissing your cheek once more before he bullies his way inside of you. his cock pistons into your entrance, and his bicep locks on your neck gives him the opportunity to plow into you just how he wants to.

and you’re in no place to protest, not that you ever would. you can feel him stretching you out, the way his tip kisses your cervix with each brutal thrust of his hips, the way your entire body jolts in correspondence with his movements.

suguru was so strong. so brutal with the way he fucks you, so mean and rough. but with the way he kisses your cheek, your lips, your jaw, whispering soft ‘doin’ so good, baby’s and ‘so pretty’s in your ear—you remember why you fell for his gentleness before you knew anything else about him.

you’re inclined to believe that fucking and making love are two different things, far and wide apart in the eyes of an average person. but with suguru, with your love, you heartily disagree with them. with him, you get both. you get everything.

skin against skin, moans filtering through the room, sloppy kisses exchanged. you two were a mess, but you were each other’s mess, so entwined in a way that only you could be.

“gonna cum, baby,” he says into your mouth, kissing the corner of your lips. “fuck, need you to cum with me. can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

you nod, biting down on your bottom lip as you feel a boiling heat coiling in your lower stomach. “yes!” you cry out, dropping your head to sink your teeth into his bicep, muffling your moans.

the pain hardly phases him, his pace as unrelenting as it was before, if not even more so. “now,” he rasps, burying himself balls deep as he fills you up with his thick seed. left unsure of where your orgasm ended and his began, or if you got the order wrong entirely.

resting your head on his bicep, suguru presses a kiss on your cheek once more. he runs a hand down your side, slowly rolling you over so that he can look at you.

smiling ever so softly, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “let’s clean up, princess. i’ll wash you up real nice before we watch another movie. i bought a gingerbread scented candle just for my girl. some hot chocolate, too.”

…what? you weren’t the only one who could plan holiday festivities…

★ kento nanami — ugly sweater.

kento tried his hardest to be a good sport. he truly, truly did. but even he can only take so much, and his gorgeous wife asking him to wear a god awful holiday sweater was very quickly pushing him to his limits.

he wasn’t even sure why you’d chosen this one specifically. the wording was fine, feliz navidad it read, but the material was littered with christmas trees and tiny ornaments for the occasion. reindeers flying across his chest, snowflakes sewn into the garment. he stood in the mirror, face contorted in unease as he stares at the design. despite his silent disdain for the item, he hadn’t outwardly complained. how could he? you were so excited to wear these ugly things for your first christmas as a married couple!

and so, kento decided he’d stick it out. such the trooper he was, wearing this hideous garment to please you.

“honey?” he calls out to you, glancing around once he realizes he hasn’t seen you in a while. he can hear you distantly, the sound of rattling coming from the en suite. you were likely doing your makeup, very angrily in fashion. “hon—”

“we can’t go, kento!” you exclaim, storming out of the bathroom with your hair half-styled and only the base of your makeup completed. “i’m having a horrible… everything day. i can’t have your coworkers seeing me like this, they’ll think your wife is chopped.”

kento raises an eyebrow, his confusion evident. “chopped? i don’t particularly know what that means, but judging by your comment, i’ll go ahead and assume it isn’t a good thing.” he takes a few steps closer to you, strong hands planting firmly on your hips. “and if that is the case, you don’t fit that description. not at all.”

he raises a hand, brushing it over the back of your head. careful not to mess up your hair, he cups the back of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’m not exactly thrilled about attending my company’s christmas party either. we don’t have to go, but if you don’t want to attend on the basis of not feeling good about yourself, i won’t have that. you’re far too beautiful.”

you hum, shoulders slumping forward as you stare into his soft eyes. “i know, i know. i just…” and before you can finish your sentence, kento presses a kiss on the corner of your mouth, gently guiding you back onto the edge of the bed.

“i hear you, sweetheart. we all have our days,” he whispers, smoothing his hands over the material of your christmas sweater, reading it silently to himself. christmas cookies in the oven. hm. interesting choice, but you’re an interesting woman after all. his interesting woman. “let me love on you. make you feel a little better.”

and who are you to deny him? your husband is simply too sweet, too attentive and caring. if he wants to have you, you’d never deny him.

kento’s hands slide up your thighs, hooking your legs around his hips as he works to settle on top of you. his lips find your neck, kissing and nibbling on your sweet skin, a trail of heat slipping down your throat and across your collarbones. “lift your arms,” he gently commands, pushing your sweater up and over your head. you hadn’t finished getting dressed yet, only left wearing your panties now, which made his job easier.

he kisses his way down your body, his intention set on soothing any worries that you may be feeling. your neck, your breasts, your stomach, your inner thighs—his lips touch anywhere and everywhere. “spread your legs, baby, there you go,” he whispers, helping you open wide for him. discarding the fabric of your underwear, he delves into your pussy with a sense of reverence.

alternating between long, languid strokes and quick flicks of his tongue, he does his absolute best to ease your mind and make your thoughts consistent of him and his love for you. “eyes on me, honey,” he says into your heat, softened gaze meeting yours. “hey, beautiful.”

drawing out long moans of pleasure, whimpers and whines, all from that beautiful mouth of yours. it makes kento feel accomplished in his goal, his hands grasping onto your thighs to keep your cunt nice and close to his mouth.

“mmh, ken,” you whisper, voice low and breathy. back arching from the mattress, your hands slip into his hair, roughing up his neatly styled locks. not that he minds, as long as you believe he looks good then that’s all he truly cares about. “please, more. i want more.”

and he’s quick to give into your request, pulling his sweater up and over his head before tossing it to the side. slipping out of his pants and boxers, he kicks them away, crawling back on top of you with a strong arm bracing him beside your head.

“hold onto me, baby,” he suggests, and you do, wrapping your arms around his neck as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “mm, good girl. gonna make all of those thoughts fade away, promise.”

your breath catches in your throat the moment you feel his cock slowly nudging inside of you, splitting you open with a big stretch. “ken—” you whine, nails digging into the strong muscles of his back.

“i know, honey, i know,” he whispers in your ear, stilling his movements to give you a long moment to adjust to the stretch of him inside of you. once your nails ease up, opting to merely hold him instead, kento takes that as a sign of you being ready.

his movements are still slow at first, easy rolls of his hips to fuck you long and deep, letting you feel every inch of him. one of his hands cups your cheek while the other keeps him propped up over you, reminding himself to not crush you with his weight.

“good job, sweetheart,” he pants, picking up the pace of his hips according to the sounds that he manages to lure out of you. “there she is. feeling alright, baby?”

you nod, one of your hands slipping into his blonde locks of hair while the other digs into the hard muscles of his shoulders. “y-yes,” you breathe, clenching around him like a vice. “feels so good, don’t stop. don’t stop.”

kento has no plans of stopping, not until you’re satisfied and fully content with his performance. truth be told, you’re more than satisfied, velvety walls grabbing onto him with each and every stroke of his cock.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, kissing your skin. your cheek to your jaw to your neck, his plush lips brushing against you in time with each snap of his hips. “so beautiful, baby. i-i love you so much.”

with you clinging onto him like a baby koala, arms and legs wrapped around him so tightly, holding him close to you as he drives his length in and out of your wet heat, kento is quickly realizing that he won’t be lasting as long as he hoped.

more than determined to make you satisfied, his hand on your cheek slips between the two of your bodies, his fat thumb circling your puffy clit in tight circles. in turn, he feels you tense up, breathy moans of pleasure slipping from your swollen lips. he swallows them up with his own, kissing you messily as his ministrations drive you further and further to the brink of release.

and when your back arches from the bed, he slips an arm beneath the small of your back, leaning down to latch onto one of your breasts to treat you with as much stimulation as possible. “it’s too much,” you whine, clawing into his back, leaving angry red welts in your wake.

“you can take it,” he assures you, pressing a final kiss to your nipple before he leans over, lavishing your neglected breast with the same treatment. “mhm, doing so well. always do.”

you’re not sure if kento realizes just how good he is to you. how big he is, how strong, how talented. and he was all yours—giving himself to you entirely. you were his first and he’s more than determined to have you as his last, his everything for the rest of his life. to him, that starts with keeping you satisfied, in more ways than one.

“i’m close,” you warn, tilting your head back on the bed as a soft whimper escapes you. body trembling from the stimulation, legs constricting around him like a snake ready to attack, you feel the very moment your body teeters over the edge. “ken!” you cry.

he nods his head, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek as he feels you find your release on his cock, coating him with your candied essence that serves as his reward for treating you so well.

“i’ve got you, honey,” he whispers, a low throaty groan following his words. “i’ve got you.”

it doesn’t take long for him to catch up to you, his pace staggering as he chases his own orgasm. tensing up inside of you, you feel the way his seed floods inside of your inner channels, filling you up with the warm proof of his love and attraction for you.

for a few long movements, you hold each other close, breathing heavily into each other’s skin. stolen kisses, small smiles, and watery eyes. your hand raises, cupping his cheek while you press a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“can i ask you something?” you ask, smiling up at him.

“sure you can,” he replies, laying a soft peck to your lips.

“did you read the christmas sweater i got for you?”

kento nods, brows knitting in confusion. “yes, i did. why do you ask?”

“i just think the hidden meaning flew right over that handsome head of yours. it says feliz navi-dad.”

“…oh my.”

oh, it’s a christmas miracle!

note. don’t look at me… this came out way too late bc i spend too much time sleeping and scrolling jjk memes on pinterest. can i get a life? obviously NOT bc i just wrote 9k words of pure smut about 4 (four.) FICTIONAL MEN!!!! if you read this and enjoyed thank you <3 love ya for life. merry christmas 🎄

[deusfoundry]

in retrospect, there's really no other way this night could've possibly ended.

zayne likes to think that he tried. that he had exercised as much restraint as he could. that the only reason he's got his lips on your skin, planting wet kisses that trails along the path of your collarbone, is because truly, he's been pushed to the brink of his self control.

but is he really to blame when you looked absolutely divine in that dress?

"z-zayne, we have to go ..."

your words fail to register in his mind, anything and everything but the tiny sounds you make enters one ear and slides right out the other. he almost feels bad now, the memory of how ecstatic you were when he'd invited you as his plus one to a banquet hosted by akso hospital three weeks ago flashes before him. how that excitement grew tenfold when you told him about the dress you'd bought to surprise him with.

and he certainly was surprised, pleasantly so, when the sight of your bare back greeted him as he entered his bedroom.

zayne stops in his tracks, feet feeling like they've been permanently rooted to the carpeted floor of his bedroom.

you're seated in front of the vanity table he'd put together for you. the size of it is nothing like the one you have at your apartment, but it shares a similar design, the same wooden accents. it's enough that you can get ready for anything without having to make a stop at your place. he'd bought it when you first began to spend the night at his apartment.

lately though, you've been spending the better part of each week in his place. zayne's been reminding himself to build up the courage to ask you to move in with him.

he's supposed to be used to this. to your back facing him. to your eyes lighting up when you catch sight of his figure through the reflection of your vanity mirror. to you pausing in the middle of your routine to turn around, greet him with that smile of yours that sends an ache in his heart.

but this damned dress.

he forces his feet off the floor to move towards you, his heavy footsteps catching your attention. you flash him a sheepish smile, your eyes flitting towards the jacket of his dress suit draped on his arm.

"have i been taking too long?" you ask, hurriedly dragging the tip of your eyeliner to your lids.

"no," zayne stalks close enough to place his hands on the back of your chair. he drinks you in, eyes casting downwards to the fabric pooling at your lower back. your hair is pulled up to a loose bun, fastened with a clip shaped into a snowflake, leaving your bare shoulders to view. he takes the thin strap of your dress betwixt thumb and forefinger, fighting the immense urge to pull the flimsy fabric off.

it's a losing battle, and zayne succumbs to his desires in a matter of seconds. he leans down, planting one tender kiss on the base of your neck.

he holds your gaze through the mirror as he releases his hold on the strap, letting it fall just above your elbow. he uses the same fingers to map out the scars littered on your back.

"no, you're alright."

"i'm-" your words get caught in a choke. "i'm almost done. why don't you wait for me here?"

"of course." zayne kisses your cheek before taking a seat on the edge of his bed. his eyes bore into you with an intensity that you can feel, enough to induce a tremble in your hands as you add the finishing touches to your make up.

"done!" you begin tidying up your table, placing the brushes back to their compartments. "just need to put my heels on."

"allow me." zayne very nearly bolts from the bed. he takes your heels by the straps from their place beside your vanity.

slowly, zayne kneels before you.

it's then that zayne notices another ... feature of your dress, discovering a slit that goes right up to your thigh. he freezes, hands ghosting your ankle, a field of smooth skin staring at him. possibly taunting him. definitely not helping his pants that seem to be growing tighter by the minute.

"love? are you okay?"

and you had the nerve to ask. surely, you must be aware of your effect on him by now?

"yes." he breathes out an apology, sucking the air through his nose as he slides your feet into the shoe. his fingers find the straps, wrapping them around and working up your leg the way he's watched you do so countless times before. he moves closer, reaching behind your leg to tie the straps together into what he hopes is a neat bow over your calf.

zayne repeats the process with your other shoe, but this time, he lets himself linger. lets his fingers run past your leg, over your knee, until they land on your thigh. lets them prod lightly at the flesh, encasing the muscle with his palm. lets himself lean down, low enough that from your point of view, it looks he's bowing to you.

he places a kiss, first over the strap of your heels that he's just worked on, the material an odd intrusion to his moisturized lips. then another, on your knee. and finally, his lips replace the palm on your thigh.

you shiver at the sudden loss of warmth, but you find soon enough that zayne never intended on keeping his hands away from you for long.

his hand glides further up, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress where it finds itself a home there.

zayne is too caught up in you, plush skin, enchanting perfume, this godforsaken dress, to hear your voice. he's only knocked out of his trance when he feels your hand cup his cheek.

"zayne?" he looks up, chin resting on your thigh. there's a flush to your cheeks, an obvious difficulty in the way you breathe. "we're going to be late."

he nods, pushing himself off the floor. he holds his hand out for you take and gladly, you slip your hand into his with a smile, using him as leverage to stand up.

zayne makes it about halfway through the living room before something in him snaps. he strides across his apartment, footsteps quick and erratic, almost tripping over his own feet.

you hear him from where you stood before his front door, turning around with the knob between your hand to ask him if he's okay. you get barely a word out of your mouth when zayne crashes his lips onto yours.

and that's how you find yourself now, pinned against the door of his apartment, clinging to his shoulders as your legs begin to go limp.

zayne kisses you everywhere, frenzied lips travelling from your neck, the exposed skin of your cleavage. he gives you not even a second to breathe before he's back on your lips. his hands behave similarly, squeezing at every inch of skin his fingers come across.

"i'm sorry." he sends a stream of warm air to your neck, nipping lightly at the skin. "it's just- you look so- god, it's this dress."

"the event-!" zayne cuts you off by sucking at your neck hard enough that it's bound to leave a mark.

"to hell with it."

you yelp when he cradles the back of your thighs to lift you up with ease. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his lower back, bringing him close enough that you can feel the bulge poking through his pants.

"the things you do to me..." zayne whispers over your lips. he eases your entire body into just one of hands, the other moving up to your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "god, you have no idea."

except, you think you know exactly what you do to him, when he starts making his way back to the bedroom, lips eternally attached to yours.