#the part about the edibles being way too strong

[gayphob1a]

STWG Daily Drabble 9/25/23

prompt: making a meal

Eddie never really learned to cook. With the salary he and Wayne live on, he’s used to heating up cans of soup, Spaghettios, maybe some toast if he’s feeling like a gourmet. But Steve, damn, the man can make a meal. The first time Steve cooked for him, Eddie thought he’d died and gone to food heaven, promptly passing out on the couch with his boyfriend and a full belly as soon as they finished eating. Eddie wishes he could return the favor, but he’s pretty sure canned tomato soup and burnt grilled cheese sandwiches don’t equate to braised pork chops, rosemary roast potatoes, and homemade rolls. 

Tonight Steve is making Eddie’s favorite. Penne alla vodka with homemade garlic bread. Eddie doesn’t typically consider himself an overly emotional person, but as he sits in the kitchen watching Steve hum to himself and grate fresh parmesan, he could cry. 

“What’s wrong babe?” Steve asks, concern lacing his beautiful features. 

“Nothing, angel. I just love you.”

“I love you too, Eds.” Steve sets the cheese grater down and walks around the island to curl into Eddie’s embrace, leaving little kisses on the sensitive spot behind Eddie’s ear. Steve loves to kiss that spot, teasing giggles out of Eddie’s pretty lips. “But seriously,” he whispers, “You’ve got your thinking face on.”

Eddie sighs, easing into the warmth of Steve. “You always spend so much time cooking for me while I just sit here and watch. I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad! I love cooking for you, I thought you knew that.”

“I did! I mean, I do. I just wish I could return the favor.”

“You return other favors,” Steve says with a wink. 

Eddie groans. “Steve, that was horrible.”

“Sorry.” Steve leaves one last kiss, featherlight and promising on Eddie’s cheek before pulling away. “If you want to help, I can show you some things.”

A splitting smile erupts over Eddie’s features, nodding enthusiastically as he jumps up to help. 

“Alright, I'm almost done with the sauce, but you can get the bread ready. Can you mince up some garlic while I melt the butter in a saucepan?”

“Yes chef,” Eddie quips, giving Steve a little two finger salute. He makes quick work of chopping up the garlic the way he’s seen Steve do it countless times and throws it in with the melted butter. “Okay, now what?” 

“Now we turn the heat down and let the flavor infuse for a couple minutes. Like making edibles.”

“Alright,” Eddie says. “Like edibles then.”

It only takes about 20 minutes after Eddie adds in his own ingredient and pushes the concoction through a cheesecloth for the butter to firm back up to spreadable over the still soft loaf of french bread Steve was keeping in the warming drawer. They plate up their meal and eat at the table, smiling at each other through flickering candlelight, conversation flowing easily between them. They finish and Eddie gets up to clear their plates. 

“Uh, Eddie?” Steve asks from his seat at the table. 

“Yes my love?”

“I think I’m high? No, definitely high. Why am I high?”

“Stevie you said… like edibles? Was that not? Did you not mean to add weed to the butter?”

“Eddie… no.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” And then it hits Eddie too and, oh shit, yeah, he added wayyy too much. Which means it’s only a matter of time before Steve–

“It’s okay. You can make it up to me right now. Upstairs.”

“You frisky little freak.”

“What can I say?” Steve winks, running towards his bedroom. “I learned from the best.”

[hanasnx]

Indy! What kinks do you think Bruce would have ?

bruce wayne's kinks.

MINORS DNI 18+

! ── bondage + gags: it's a classic. tying you up and taking control from you is a huge turn on for him. if you have his complete trust, which rare ever do, you'll be able to do the same to him. unfortunately, those pretty silken ropes end up getting worn through way too quick, so you've upgraded to chains so you can ride him like a stallion. however, your headboard creaks a little more each time. when a 200+ man of pure muscle yanks on wood it splinters.

! ── edging + overstimulation + dacryphilia

! ── exhibitionism: part of his bruce wayne persona means public displays of affection are required. however, he enjoys it. getting his hands all over you where anyone could see means he elicits that cute reaction out of you where you hit him and scold him all the while his teeth are on your neck and he's groping you through your dress. the thrill of removing just enough to make sure he can get inside you makes him rip his belt open with fervor, and he's always a fan of a quickie. it's a stress reliever.

! ── breathplay: he's calculative when it comes to breathplay, but more specifically he loves putting his hand around your throat.

! ── size: he's an avid supporter. he thinks it's hot when you get all sheepish being reminded of how big and strong he is. he's got a powerful body he works day and night for, the least you can do is appreciate its every inch.

! ── food play: ever since strippers jumped out of his birthday cake in his twenties covered in frosting and edible bits that he was allowed to lick off he's had a thing for food play. at one point you feel like he's eaten entire meals off of you, he's completely nondiscriminatory when it comes to what he can lick and mouth as long as it's on you. if he's on a cheat day, he lets a scoop of ice cream melt on your skin just so he can clean you himself and watch your poor nipples pebble from the cold.

! ── impact play: chronic ass-smacker, tit-smacker less so, face-smacker even less.

! ── old school panty snatcher: if you put a pair of your used panties in his suit pocket before he goes to work he will play with it all day. stick his hand in there to meddle with the fabric between his fingers while he's talking to his board of directors with the presentation he's been preparing. he gets into the habit of inviting himself to your undergarments, and has been caught multiple times using one of your favorite pairs to jack himself off.

! ── bareback + creampies: condoms are fine he's not an idiot, but there's something about going in raw that draws him in. the extra edge of danger and the intimacy of touching the deepest parts of you bare.

! ── thigh riding: clasping your hands in his for balance while he watches you get off on his thigh. tells you it's like a personal show. he keeps those eyes trained on you with such an entertained grin it makes you whine in frustration, and that's hot too.

! ── threesomes/foursomes: he's done it all. having multiple partners is a testament to his endurance and he loves the praise, but since he's been official with you there is no room for that sort of thing and that's fine with him.

! ── light roleplay: you two have been known to throw the word "batman" around the bedroom.

! ── praise mostly very rarely a degrader

! ── daddy: as far as he's concerned, that's one of his names when it comes to you. in any context you call him that, he swells with pride. one time you visit him while he's in a meeting, not only did you turn every head in the room but when you called him "daddy" accidentally and out of pure habit, he didn't skip a beat. he glances at his companions with a knowing glint in his eye because they should be jealous that the girl they're gonna be thinking about for the rest of the day just called him daddy. he's got no shame about it.

[partycatty]

a depressed and drunk johnny cage in his trailer on his birthday and we decide to surprise him. Us being a good bestfriend bake him a cute little cake with happy birthday spelt out in frosting and get permission to go deliver it to him.

what’s he supposed to do when he’s drunk and a cute little thing like us does something so sweet? sure it’s his birthday, but he thinks you deserve a gift and he ends up fucking you in his trailer.

love ya 💙💙💙

ARF ARF BARK BARK GRRR WOOF

johnny cage > happy bithday

you surprise your best friend on his birthday. he returns the favor.

warnings: smut ofc, he's drunk (i knowwww he's a canon recovering alcoholic BEAR WITH MEEE) SUB JOHNNY NATION RISE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i kinda made him beg like a dog icl so hes kinda ooc oops

notes: INTENTIONAL MISSPELT TITLE!!! and this fic kicked my ASS. it took me like a week to get the courage to finish this holy fucking shit.

word count: 2.8k

[ masterlist ]

• you and johnny went far back. you had ties in the filming industry though you weren't on screen yourself. this drew you two together, even before you careers blossomed.

• you worked next door to his production, and you recall johnny expressing to you his annoyance for having to work on his birthday. he sounded... more miserable than usual, and it left a weird pit in your stomach.

• during your break, you ran into a nearby supermarket and purchased all the equipment you'd need: cake mix, frosting, sprinkles, and two numerical candles that spelled out 30. it took blood sweat in tears for you to bake this cake in record time, and decorating may have not been your strong suit but the purple frosting and gold lettering turned out... decent. hey, it's edible nonetheless!

• tip-toeing your way to his trailer, you were sure he had to be inside. you even double checked with his staff, and he was on an extended break while filming. standing at the door, you knock a couple times, and a stuffy, groaning voice responds.

• "m'busy," you know it's johnny's voice but it sounded far sadder than anticipated. hopefully the cake would cheer him up?

• you reply with his name through the crack in the door, and there's some shuffling before the door swings open. you don't even have time to wait or process the situation before johnny tugs you into his trailer by your arm. your face darkens slightly when you notice his flushed face and parted lips. his hair was messy, and the smell of alcohol poured from his mouth. the top few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, giving you a peek of his bare chest. any other situation, you'd be head over heels, but his appearance concerned you.

• "are you drunk?" you ask with a hint of bewilderment, and johnny can only wipe his eyes and nod weakly, giving you a lopsided grin that unfortunately makes you feel weak in the knees. you swore to god to never act on this little crush, since he was a celebrity and all, and you knew better than to put your genuinely good friendship at risk.

• "you made me a cake?" johnny's gentle, almost tearful voice tore away any anger that began to bubble up and replaced it with warmth. you nod and hold it out to him, and the faint candlelight flickers against his skin beautifully. he was so soft when he was drunk at times, and only you got to see this warmer side compared to his typical cocky ways.

• "it's... not my best work," you shrug sheepishly, looking down at the cake. when you look back up, you notice johnny's lashes are wet as they flutter, looking down at the cake with you. he sniffs, and wipes his eyes quickly.

• "you spelled it wrong." his smile doesn't falter but the tears threaten to spill.

• "what?"

• "doll... look," johnny's finger trails the iced words. "you forgot the R."

• oh, shit. you did. the cake reads HAPPY BITHDAY JOHNNY in the most confident gold lettering. the time crunch must've made your proofreading not too accurate. you blush and try to move the cake away from view, sliding it onto his vanity.

• as you were about to sputter useless apologies and try to move on, johnny takes a step closer and fully embraces your body in his large arms, his form completely overtaking yours and trapping you in his grasp. johnny's head buries itself in the crook of your neck as he squeezes tight, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

• on instinct, your arms try to wrap around his body, gripping his shirt tightly. johnny mutters something incoherent, his drunken ramblings a key trait of his state.

• "you're so sweet to me," he mumbles tearfully, peppering kisses along your neck. sure, he was affectionate typically, but he was kissing your neck. he was drunk, but... your heart fluttered.

• "hey, hey..." you rub his back soothingly, hoping maybe you could stop him from attacking your neck in hopes it'll cool your rising heat. "because you're my best friend."

• he whines into your neck, presumably in appreciation of your words. your neck begins to have a faint smell of alcohol.

• "such a sweet girl..." he doesn't stop. his hands wander to your lower back, pulling you in harder. this worries you, deeply.

• "johnny," your voice is warning as they find their place on his broad shoulders. "easy, easy, you're drunk."

• "whassat matter," he bites down into your flesh, making you yelp in shock. "mean so much to me."

• when his hands find their way to your ass, kneading at the flesh, you shove him away with furrowed brows. "you don't want this," you warn him, fighting every single urge to not pounce on him in that moment. "this is... really, really stupid, i mean, it's just a birthday-"

• johnny shuts you up quickly with a kiss, slamming his face against yours so hard you feel the clack of his teeth. his face cups yours, borderline squeezing your cheeks as his lips dance with yours. when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips and it sends you weak in the knees.

• "doll," he huffs, wiping his mouth. "birthday or not, i've wanted you for so long." he's breathless and nearly incoherent, like this was his only shot at what he truly wanted. johnny was infamous for admitting shit when drunk, so you knew that this was true for the most part. this was only reinforced when he suddenly dropped to his knees, level with your stomach as he placed fluttering kisses along the front of your shirt.

• "please, i..." he pressed his face into the fabric, fists bunching up around the back. "i'll make you feel real good, if you let me..." his hand snakes under your shirt, rubbing circles in the flesh of your waist as he looks up with pleading eyes. your hand moves downward, raking gently through his hair.

• "you really want this?" you ask gently, toying with his hair. "no going back."

• his lips brush against your stomach as he teeters between kissing the skin and speaking against it. "i want you so bad, doll."

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• all it took was your permission, and johnny was on you in seconds. he backed you into his vanity, sending various items clattering to the ground. he fit so snug between your thighs, settling there to make out with you. perhaps he didn't even notice, but he was gently rutting into you as your lips connected, expelling desperate whimpers down your throat that only fueled your long-time desire. his cock could just barely make out the dip between your folds, but he pressed a little harder and made you gasp when your clit received unexpected attention.

• johnny pulls you in by the waistband of your pants, pressing your bodies impossibly closer as he panted in your ear. "let me taste you," he begged in a low whisper as he hooked his thumbs under the fabric. "i'll be good, i'll be so good."

• jesus, it seemed he wanted to eat you out more than you wanted to be eaten out. you'd never seen this flavor of eagerness in a man and it admittedly took you some strength to not giggle at how johnny fucking cage of all people became a lost, drunken puppy between your legs.

• "go on, pretty boy," you pant as your lips brush. the smell of alcohol brings you back to reality for only a moment.

• johnny decided that words took too much effort and instead dropped to his knees before you, shoulders holding up the weight of your plush thighs as he parted them hungrily to not waste a second more.

• the poor man forgets to even remove your pants before he's pressing his nose onto your heat, eyelashes fluttering as his heart swells with adoration. your scent, your heaving chest, your pretty thighs weighing his shoulders down, it was all too much. his pants feel a size too tight as his boner strains against his slacks.

• you get his brain going by jumping your hips up to get your pants past your ass, letting him pull them down the rest of the way. he throws them far, far away and latches himself again onto your pussy, now only divided by the fabric.

• "you were so eager before," you groan, thrusting forward slightly to put more pressure. "take them off."

• "no," he mutters against your panties, the vibrations making you jolt. "want this to last." his tongue flattens, drawing a long stripe up the fabric. when your panties stick to your pussy, it makes out the shape and he groans at the tease.

• "hold on," he places your thighs back down, trying to calm his breathing and flushed face. "i... i need this first. please." he unbuckles himself and pulls his slacks down to his thighs, giving you a view of his rock solid boner. it honestly looked painful, and you felt pity even if he looked adorable like this. his eyes were downward, fidgeting with his loose belt in shame. he chuckles breathily. "it's so hard, it hurts."

• "that's..." you struggle to find words when your mouth goes dry staring at his thick imprint. "that's alright." your voice was flat, trying to hide your desperation at his need to ask for permission. he didn't need to ask.

• johnny swallows thickly and lets his pants drop, followed by his boxers. his cock was blushed and seeping with precum, twitching once when he looked back up at you. he lets out a small moan, getting far ahead of himself as he positions his hips against yours. he gasps when the contact is made, stuttering his hips ever so slightly. johnny's hands find your thighs again, squeezing down hard to ground himself to not cum immediately. sober and platonic interactions were already far too much for his raging desire for you, so actually getting what he craved was beyond overstimulating.

• you were sick of waiting, so you snake your arms to rest atop his shoulders, hands raking through his undercut. you grip down slightly and he bites his lower lip in response, eyebrows knitting together as his wet eyes burn through yours. you glide your cunt along his throbbing dick and he jolts forward, resting his damp forehead against your shoulder.

• johnny understands you're just as eager as him and begins to thrust into your damp panties, but quickly decides it won't give him what he needs, so he hooks them with his thumb and stretches them aside. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes are glossed over and all he can fixate on is your pleasure.

• his tip notches between your folds and settles nicely, earning a hiss from the both of you from the warmth. johnny bucks forward eagerly, sliding himself up and down seamlessly due to how soaked you were. your folds hug his cock in just the right way, and you feel yourself already feeling heavenly every time your sensitive clit bumps against his tip.

• "fuck, doll," he hisses into the skin of your neck, placing open mouth kisses. "i want to last, you're - ngh - making it so hard... so hard..." he trails off, groaning when you slip and make his tip kiss the entrance of your cunt, making his knees buckle. "'m gonna cum just from this... god, you're so beautiful, beautiful girl-" his praises become increasingly more high pitched and you can tell by the way he begins to stutter his hips that he's close, unable to last long and it's driving him wild.

• johnny wasn't ever this needy, ever this pathetic. you reduced the cocky a-lister to a near-sobbing mess as he slips across your cunt, finding a momentum difficult from how slippery the entire scene has become. his cock is soaked, dripping down his leg due to your arousal.

• just as your orgasm builds up, as does his, johnny pulls away and lowers himself, gripping the flesh of your ass to pull your hips to his mouth. now thoroughly soaked and clenching around nothing, your cunt is desperate for a release that johnny happily provides, latching onto your clit, and shoving two fingers deep in your hole. he flattens his tongue, shaking his head slightly and flicking your clit relentlessly.

• your orgasm rides up on you rapidly, overwhelmed by the direct pleasure and how filled you were from two of his long fingers alone. wanting to lurch forward as your body trembles, johnny uses his other hand to sit flatly on your stomach, pushing you up against the mirror of the vanity and forcing you to take his lapping and fingering.

• johnny couldn't stand to have your pleasure soak his cock, shockingly. he needed, needed to taste the mess you were making for him or he just might die. you shake, trying to writhe and twitch as your orgasm fights you in waves. loud moans are pulled from your throat with each pulse of pleasure. your arousal soaks johnny's face, effectively soaking his nose and chin as he devours all you have to offer. he matched your moans with high-pitched whimpers, brows knitting together as his eyes clench shut. he was in heaven just as much as you were.

• he continues to lap at you until you force him away by his hair, his mouth becoming borderline painful as he eats you out through your orgasm. you giggle, as it slightly tickles. johnny looks... well, still drunk, but now a new kind. pussydrunk? lovedrunk? either way, the glossy look on his face suits him.

• as your chest heaves, attempting to recollect yourself, everything about the situation comes back to reality. you just grinded against your best friend. your best friend made you cum from his mouth.

• "what's that look?" johnny asks, wiping his mouth with his forearm. his eyes are glittering with delight.

• "nothing," you shrug, his grin contagious. "you did good, johnny."

• "yeah?" he seems proud of himself, glancing downward for a moment. he squeezes your thighs lovingly, placing a gentle kiss on them before finally standing up.

• "yeah." just as you respond, you look down to his cock, wondering if maybe he'd need some help getting there, too. it seemed only fair, that is, until you notice it's semi-hard and soaked. you sit up and lean forward, looking past your legs and onto his trailer floor. cum is splattered onto the flooring, some of it dripping down his thigh. "you came from giving head?"

• "how could i not have?" johnny's sheepish at your observation, but owns up to it quickly as he tucks it back into his slacks. "you're incredible." his face is tinted pink.

• "you're too sweet," you giggle, and johnny helps you down from the vanity as your legs wobble. giving up on finding wherever the hell your pants went, johnny leaves for a moment and returns with a pair of pajama pants, presumably a pair he kept in the trailer for his princess naps.

• "look who's talking... hey, speaking of sweet," johnny laughs, rubbing his hands together. "you and me wash up, and we have some cake, yeah?"

• "i like that plan," as you jump into the pants. johnny visibly tenses up seeing your breasts bounce from the jump, and he can't ignore the way your thighs and ass jiggle. "where did i put it, anyway?"

• you both look around the trailer for a moment, the memory of placing the cake down hazy among the rest of the event. you let out a small gasp, realizing that the cake was on the vanity, the one you got fucked out on... or rather, it was. the cake was splattered on the floor, frosting spread out and depressingly smeared anywhere it could reach. you frown, and johnny hovers behind you as you both look over the mess.

• "that sucks," johnny sighs, but his voice sounds uplifting. "that's alright, i ate something better."

• "don't be gross," you giggle, swatting at his form behind you. "that was perfectly good cake."

• "we can make another," johnny offers. "together. and i'll make sure you spell it right this time." his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you in close and breathing in the scent of your hair. the sweat, perfume and natural smell you carried always drove him wild, but he was now comfortable enough to bury himself in it. you lean into his touch, sighing as the heat from your bodies provides the perfect comfort.

• "happy birthday, johnny," you mumble softly, rocking back and forth in his arms. johnny responds into your hair, his voice breathy and warm.

• "thank you, doll."

[whore-ibly-hot]

How would Mr. Critch, Mr. Murphy, Evan, and Carter react to Y/n getting sick?

(love your boarding school btw❤️)

(also I'm sick with a cold😫)

ARGHAHAHAHGG7RURH I LOVE SICK FICS!

Mr. Critch: He'd be extremely cross with you, what nerve of you to skip his class, is it because you think your special, being the head masters kid? He pulls Harrison aside, and demands the boy tell him why you aren't present. When Harrison explains, he scolds him harshly for not having you 'quarantined'. He quickly moves you to the nurses ward, wanting you to be away from contaminating others and full focused on making up the work you are missing. Still, he's oddly doting. He makes sure you're eating healthy, checking your fever and assuring you stay alongside him. He wants you obedient. He knows what's best, just let him treat you. He'll keep track of all your medicines, and the moment you're better he promises you can go back to your room with Harrison. He enjoys this quiet time with you, and a part of him, the one who reads to you while you try and sleep, wishes to imagine this moment as domestic.

"The fever should be breaking soon, it's okay." He dabs at your forehead. "I'll find a way to get you cleaned up after. I promise." He assures.

Carter: Much like Mr. Critch, he's strict about what you can do. As class president, it's his duty to prevent an outbreak. He'll bring you to the nurses office, and ensure you keep up with your studies. He's more condescending, constantly reminding you of how kind he's being, taking time out of his day to care for you when he could be working. You should be able to care for yourself, he'd say, but when you'd send him away, he'd refuse to go. He takes a little extra time 'diagnosing' you, it would help him for biology class, he claimed. He'd run his hands over your neck and shoulders, touching your chest and working his way down. He'd gently feel your head for fever.

"What?" He scoffs, looking at you with annoyance. "The nurse is far too busy to give you the treatment you need, I'm making sure you aren't worsening. Lift your shirt a bit, let's just continue the exam."

Evan: He's pissed. He just got out of a great fucking game, and you weren't even in the crowd, not even for Harrison. His cock was aching, he'd planned to drag you to the after party and get his dick into you, but you didn't show. He'll practically kick down your door, and he's quick about it once he realizes you're sick. He doesn't want Harrison being a bitch and trying to keep you in his room. He gets you to his dorm, gives you some cough syrup and an edible he snagged from Pez, to keep you mellow. If he can't fuck you, he's at least going to keep you around. You're still got, even with a red face and stuffy nose. He won't exactly be doting, you'd have to ask two or three times before he'd get you anything but water, but he does like the feeling of control he's got over you. He'd put on a movie and keep you on his lap, assuring you he's not gonna get sick. Let him kiss you while your sleepy, let him grope you while he changes you from your uniform to one of his oversized jerseys. And most importantly, he expects you to care for him when he gets sick from swapping spit with you.

"God, you're burning up. Good thing I brought you in here, huh? Wouldn't want that shit head roommate leaving you to suffer alone in your room when you got a big strong stud here to look after your sick ass." He groans, adjusting you so your head lays across his chest.

Mr. Murphy: Absolute caring bear man, you're immediately moved to wherever you feel safest, preferably his apartment at the school, but the nurses office or your own dorm works. If you choose his apartment, he'll be thrilled at spending the time with you, even though seeing you as a sick little thing makes his chest ache. He'd stand over the stove for hours, digging through old recipe cards from his mom. He's usually more of a meat and potatoes guy, but he'll try his mommas soup and roll recipes, just for you. He makes sure you take your medicine, but nothing you don't want to take. He refuses to let you think about your school work, and insists he'll excuse you and talk to Critch (he thinks that guy has a major stick up his ass). He's got the coziest place by far, thick quilts and a cozy plaid couch.

"Easy, kid, easy." You're desperate to chug down the soup, but he's pacing you. "If you do throw up cause of this bug you've got, that's fine, but I'd rather my cooking not be the cause. You've got all the time in the world to eat it, and I'll always make more if you want." He takes a spoonful from his bowl. "Don't make me feed ya now." He teases.

[ohwaitimthewriter]

The scent of memory

Pairing : (implied) Caesar x human reader

Warning: FLUFF

Summarize (you'll never see me write a good one 😭): You started to cook a meal dear to your heart when a certain ape decided to pay you a visit.

Words: 2K

A/N: I tried a little something, I hope you'll like it! Enjoy your reading 😊 I lowkey feel a bit insecure about this one but shhh I just wanted to get this out of my mind

Masterlist.

There were surprises every day. Ever since you joined Caesar's clan, you'd spent your time learning what your human life had never taught you: to use what nature offered and adapt it to the needs of the community.

And there was a lot to learn. So Caesar asked Maurice to teach you, to teach you the way of the apes. You were a quick learner, but you never gave yourself too much credit: Maurice was a good teacher, patient and clear in what he showed you. Regardless of the activity, he always found the best way to help you master the techniques for weaving ropes or fine plant stems and knotting them, for whittling wood to create stakes or notches, for carving stone to make weapons… Maurice taught you to identify plants and mushrooms, the edible ones, the healing ones, the poisonous ones. One day, he even took you with him into the forest to learn how to track small game. Not that hunting was one of your favorite activities, and even if you still needed a bit of work in that area, being able to find and track game added a usefulness to your presence within the clan.

Being useful. That was all that mattered to you, and often, when night fell and Maurice left you to your own activities, you continued the work. You'd weave again and again until you obtained the exact density and solidity you were looking for. You could spend several hours whittling a piece of wood to the right angle or thickness. Carving stone required more strength and dexterity. You often ended up with scratches on your hands, but if that meant being useful, then you'd take all the cuts and scratches necessary to master these techniques.

With Maurice, you learned the manual stuff. But there was one last thing you needed to learn. Something that took time to communicate: sign language.

Caesar always found a moment in his day to teach you. You weren't sure why he'd appointed himself as your teacher for this language, but it gave you the opportunity to spend some time with him. And over time, you learned to savor those brief moments when he showed you a new word.

Moments of peace.

It was a strange thing to feel serenity in the face of this force of nature that was Caesar. Strong, powerful but also fair and caring. All he had to do was stand there, and all eyes were on him. He attracted loyalty and respect like a magnet, and everyone was bound to succumb to his power. And yet, in contradiction to the unsettled beating of your heart, you felt a deep sense of calm as you spent these moments beside him.

You looked forward to his daily interventions, brief and occasionally strict if you didn't place your hands correctly to form a word, as if they were a reward.

Yes, you spent most of your time learning.

However, on rare occasions, you did have time for yourself, or rather, you allowed yourself to take this time after lessons, without practicing. You mostly used it to wash your clothes or cook. On the days when a touch of nostalgia crept into you, you cooked meals from your old life. Back when you still lived in the city.

You couldn't always find all the ingredients you needed for the recipes you now know almost by heart, but you always managed to replace what was missing. Thanks in no small part to Maurice's teaching. And when you cooked, a sweet aroma would delightfully fill the space of your hut.

Tonight was one of those days when nostalgia rang at your door. You had decided to cook a ratatouille. A simple, unadorned meal, but one in which most of the ingredients were available to you in the village: cultivating the land was also one of the things you had to learn.

You carefully chopped your vegetables, some of them already immersed in an old iron pan you'd picked up on one of Maurice's supervised outings. The aroma of the tomato melted deliciously with that of the onion, and each portion of vegetable you added to your preparation pleasantly tingled your nostrils. You remembered how, as a little girl, you used to complain that you still had to eat vegetables while your mother sliced them with a smirk on her face: “You can decide on your meal when you grow up, and to grow up, you need to eat vegetables”. At the time, you thought this was the smartest thing a person could say, and it couldn't be further from the truth. Vegetables made you grow and when you grew up, you could choose not to eat them.

You inhaled deeply, savoring the fragrance's journey through your body until it reached your lungs. You almost wanted to hold your breath, letting the aromas mingle and swirl, but perhaps too soon, you exhaled, opening your eyes. How long had it been since you closed them? You weren't sure, but your heart skipped a beat when your gaze fell on the one of an unexpected ape.

“C… Caesar?”

His name falling on your lips was the signal that you had just become aware of his presence. He had watched you lose yourself in your thoughts and chosen to remain on the threshold of your hut, not wishing to disturb your deep reflections, whatever they might be. So he waited for a gesture, a mimic, a simple sign that you had become aware of his presence, before stepping forward.

As he drew closer, a tantalizing scent came wafting up his muzzle, and you couldn't help noticing his nostrils taking in a few breaths of the aroma. In fact, he glanced at your pan placed directly on the small fire, showing you that he had just identified where the smell was coming from.

Caesar plopped down beside you, always sitting so that he could read what was going on in your eyes. He often made the excuse that this way, you could more easily see and learn the words he was signing to you, which was true, but secretly, he enjoyed being able to study the slightest expression that ventured across your face.

And you were obviously entitled to a surprise quiz on your knowledge of sign language.

Caesar took care to sign slowly, stopping when he saw a doubt creeping into your eyes, sometimes repeating the sign that was obviously causing you difficulty in understanding, until you were able to correctly state the question he had just asked you, not without a touch of pride at your success.

“ You're not eating with the colony?”

You think for a moment, looking at your hands to try to find the right gestures.

“ Want to spend some time… ”

And when you couldn't find the right word, you said it out loud again.

“Alone.” You finished, silently asking him about the right sign for this word.

He looked at you for a moment, taking in your answer, before giving you the sign for the word “ alone ”. You repeated it to memorize it, and Caesar simply nodded when you signed it correctly. A comfortable silence settled between you and he glanced once more at the vegetables simmering quietly. The delicate sound of crackling food blended perfectly with the crackling of wood being devoured by flames.

You weren't done adding the last ingredients, and you took Caesar's silence as a signal that he wouldn't be asking anything more from you right now, so you set about crumbling the fresh thyme stalks on top of your preparation.

Caesar stared at the vegetables, their sweet aromas tingling his nostrils in waves, and when your hands appeared in his field of vision, he couldn't help but watch your fingers meticulously work around the thyme stems, creating a shower of tiny leaves over your meal. And as the food bubbled, the scent of thyme mingling with the other vegetables wafted up from the pan. For a brief moment, he felt as if a magic trick had been played on him, and his green eyes found their way to yours.

He knew about cooking. He knew that humans cooked every meal they ate, with the exception of a few that could be eaten raw, such as fruit and certain vegetables. He'd seen, and sometimes even tasted, when his humans' backs were turned, some of the meals and cakes they'd left on the table in the living room of his former home. But if he'd seen the finished products, how they were made remained a mystery. Will had never taken the time to show him how he cooked his meals. So there was something… wonderfully intriguing about seeing you at work.

Your gaze was still on the pot, and as you stirred the ingredients with a piece of stick from which you'd peeled the bark, you took a deep breath. Caesar watched your eyelids flutter and close as a smile crept over your face, as if a distant memory had just gently brushed over your mind.

You felt at home, and Caesar could have fallen even deeper in adoration at the serene, contented face you offered him, if he hadn't forced himself to avert his gaze, which he knew was sometimes too intense for you to bear. It was something he took note of mentally when he looked at you intently with the simple aim of learning the core of your entire soul. When his eyes settled on you for a little too long, you had this habit of rolling your shoulders, as if to rid yourself of some invisible tension, a self-conscious smile tacked to your lips, while your arms wrapped tightly around your chest to protect yourself from his inspection.

Caesar decided to keep his gaze on the contents of your pan, figuring it would be easier to suppress the gentle tingling sensation that was creeping traitorously into the pit of his stomach.

“It's… a meal that… my mother used to cook for me.” You spoke fondly, but with a hint of incertitude in your voice.

You didn't talk much about your past, just as Caesar didn't talk much about it either. Hearing you mention a memory that seemed to be cherished in your heart, though not sure it was the right thing to do, had softened the usually serious expression on Caesar's face.

Caesar nodded quietly, accepting your recollection as a gift, a token of trust. Even if these memories were attached to humans and to life before the release of the apes, they were memories that made you who you were today. Not allowing or accepting them would be like not accepting… you. And Caesar was already far beyond that.

You smiled again, your gaze lost in your memories. It was hard for him to understand how a simple scent could take you so far in thought, but after all, it wasn't for him to judge the complex emotions that must have been running through you at that moment.

“The same food?”

Caesar's gruff voice caught your attention, and a hint of joy lit up your face at his sudden interest in your past.

“Not quite.” You replied, still smiling. “I take the peppers off, I don't like them,” you giggled.

He huffed, slightly entertained by what seemed to be hiding a more detailed story you'd shared with your mother and didn't yet want to tell.

The smell was so tempting, it was hard to deny it. He watched you pick up the pot using a thick piece of cloth, so as not to burn yourself, and serve you a portion of food in a bowl. It was then that he caught himself thinking that maybe, some day, you'd agree to share with him this meal that seemed so dear to you.

[riza-jes]

Part 2: Luffy’s PARENTAL figure — ACE!

I rll wanna continue the thought of Parental Ace

But with more detailes connected with staff of Ace’s being single parent status, who leave his child at home more than less unwillingly.

Like…

He understand completely all these crazy parents who freaking out after one second after realization that they lost their kids in one blink.

Bc with Luffy?

You can’t relax until this child is tired and fed. Bc Luffy always could be caught in trouble. Eaten, beaten, lost or worst of that.

Possible on the edge of the cliff towards the ocean.

So 24/7 Ace keep his eyes on Luffy.

It’s not like his baby brother is burden, no, of course not. But any kind of danger or possibility of getting injuries in Lu’s case always turn into disaster with great damage. It’s not like his baby brother is weakling, not at all, he’s getting stronger every day. But still it’s Ace’s responsibility to take good care of his little brother, be support for him in the way Luf couldn’t do yet.

After all, Luffy is all Ace has. ( all what’s was left)

And maaaybe some times (especially when he set the sail) Ace couldn’t sleep too well cuz he can’t hear his brother’s sleepy mumbling and perpetual cowering. Ace couldn’t be alone for long timeme , and become nervous if he couldn’t do just smth (find food, make campfire, find edible or etc — just parent with hyperactive cheerful boy, who need everything and one more thing). So in the start journey finding weakling Deuce rll help Ace be enough tense for his own convenience.

on the Moby Dick Ace still has his BIG BROTHER-PARENT tone, especially in situation when he’s become too worried for his new siblings. And it’s not loud mouth shout, no, shouting doesn’t work on Luffy every time, and after Sabo…, well he learn the Makino-san’s way.

Calmly, clearly, briefly and with a slightly shown concern in his facial expressions, Ace conveys his message. But it is worth adding that for the person to whom such a speech will be addressed, it will become abruptly cold and he will feel the embarrassment that usually appears when a parent catches on to anything that has been carefully hidden, and the desire to listen.

It’s kind of sad and funny bc if the sides is switch, Ace for quite long time couldn’t find out why are exactly they mad or concerns of his safety. ( there is possibility for med stuff to gossip about Ace’s behavior what’s similar with pattern that single exhausted parents usually has.)

And there’s another idea why he, in the first place, listen Whitebeard. it’s cuz in some more than less ways Newgate similar with Garp, but Whitebeard is that one who besides knowing of Ace’s heritage, willingly and quite warm gives warm affection and recognition to Portgas. Stable, strong enough with all shit Ace throw at him, who accept him and gives necessary protection. ( like Ace does himself for Luffy everyday in the seven years).

Whitebeard is a parental figure who is not going to disappear for months like Garp did.

Whitebeard gives him comfort and physical affection willingly (which Garp didn't, and of which Ace himself gave to Luffy and sees it as an indicator of love and attention).

Ace is little brother for whitebread crew but still has the same vibe as Newgate has when the deal come to children on the island, the whoooole Big cool brother thing, or the role model. After one encounter with the few juniors in the crew, or while on a mission under Ace's command, it will suddenly hit a random crew member that Ace strongly resembles Whitebeard.

His attitude, his aura.

The aura that resembles the Oyaji.

Or another situation where this similarity is seen when one of the Whitebeards watches from the sidelines as the Spades crew works.

Already allies to the Yonko, but not yet so connected to the rest of the Nakama, the Spades acted as a well-oiled machine under Ace's leadership.

Maybe that's when the idea of appointing Ace as a possible division commander was first thrown in.

part 1

[chaos-in-deepspace]

L&DS Xavier: Lazy Mornings | Drabble

I totally meant for this to be posted yesterday...but then one of my homies got me into FFXV and legit played that all night. So anyway, my third 10-minute drabble. I'm actually going to start working on Rafayel's batch right now and write maybe one or two of them before I gotta get ready for work.

Pairing: Xavier x Reader Warning: None Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Xavier

Waking up to something burning normally wasn’t the ideal way of starting your morning. Especially not when you noticed how the man who was normally passed out right next to you until who knows when was currently not in bed. The two things combined had you jumping out of bed in only your underwear, all but sprinting to the kitchen in a panicked haze.

As you suspected, you could see Xavier in the kitchen wearing one of your favorite aprons. He seemed to be trying to cook bacon, but in the frying pan it looked almost charred. He had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he slid off the desecrated food onto a plate and looked it over. That’s when he finally noticed you in the doorway, looking at him in horror.

“What’s goin on?” It came out as more of a slur as you let out a loud yawn. You covered your mouth and noticed how your eyes seemed to water. You really were tired and you couldn’t place why. Xavier glanced at you, those cerulean puppy dog eyes were big as he almost seemed to pout at being caught.

“I got hungry so I thought I could make us some breakfast.” He finally said and you looked him over then back to the pan. “I also thought maybe I could bring you breakfast in bed for once since I woke up early…” ah there it was. Now you couldn’t be mad at him.

You shook your head as you walked over to him, your hand reaching up. It looked as though you were about to cup his cheeks, but instead you opted to pinch them, making Xavier flinch back in surprise. Before he could get too far though, you were dragging him down to your level and planting a kiss on his lips.

Your arms snaked their way around his waist as Xavier seemed to melt against your lips. Your fingers delicately played with the strings of the apron and you easily untied it and parted from his lips, using your hands now to take off the next piece. Once the apron was gone you tossed it on yourself, tying the back piece and smirking.

“I’ll get us some breakfast, you just sit there and look pretty.” You said with a laugh and Xavier was now actually pouting after realizing he had gotten played by you.

“Can’t I at least help?” Those giant eyes looked at you as he seemed to almost be begging you with them. It always set your heart beating faster than it should and you had to hold strong so you would have a kitchen by the end of the morning.

“How about you crack and whisk us up some eggs. I want to make a breakfast scramble.” You finally said and Xavier didn’t seem happy with the meager chore. His lip jutted out in a pout and gosh it was so hard to say no to him when he was begging.

You grabbed his cheeks with both hands, squishing them and watched as his cheeks turned red. His own hands went over to grab onto yours, but you didn’t let up, “Behave, Xavier.” You scolded him. He knew just what he was doing when he gave you that look, “I want something edible this morning for breakfast.”

Xavier huffed and rolled his eyes; the hands that were trying to pry yours off now went to your waist, dragging you closer as he pressed another kiss to your lips. He spoke against them in a soft voice, “I truly can’t do anything else?” he was testing you this morning it would seem.

You pushed him back gently and smiled, “You really can’t. Now get the eggs ready, babes.” you pat his chest once before parting, walking over the fridge to grab what you needed.

“Fine…but I’ll make breakfast next time then.” He muttered.

“Like hell you will…”

So anyway...tomorrow Infold has a Livestream for what's essentially Season 2 of LADS. Anyone gonna be watching it? Imma have to literally wake up at 6am to catch it.

[mitsuristoleme]

He Got That Boyish Look That I Like in a Man

written for @satoruoo as part of the Jjk Secret Santa (i hope you like it)

cw: aged up!yuuji. and by extension other characters. suggestive. fluff. mention of my poly!stsg x reader throuple. gojo and geto’s spouse referred to as [t/n] because technically they’re also a reader character and i’m to lazy to give them a name. megumi is a hater. 1.3k words. gojo is a menace but are we really shocked. gojo and geto’s spouse attempts to rizz up reader.

a/n: i actually have no idea how i wrote this but enjoy!! i love yuuji sm

People described yours and Yuuji’s relationship in many different ways.

Nobara was both happy that her two best friends (not that she would ever admit that she considered any of you her best friends) had found love in each other; and jealous that Yuuji had found a significant other before she had.

Megumi was utterly sick of the dumbassery (his words), something about you each being insane enough on your own.

Todo was glad that his brother/ best friend had a significant other but heartbroken because “how are we to talk about Jennifer Lawrence’s butt now?”

Yeah... Todo weirded you out when you first met him. Who yells “What kind of woman is your type?!” when you first meet someone??

Anyway.

You guys had started dating in your first year at Jujutsu High and the past four years that you had been dating were absolutely amazing. Perfect even. Yuuji is an amazing boyfriend. He cooks for you (the meatballs are KILLER), his body temperature is somehow always perfect for cuddling, and the sex is mindblowing.

The first Christmas eve after you graduate, you follow him down the sidewalk, your hands intertwined, heading to have dinner at a restaurant with your old teachers, Fushiguro and Kugisaki. He’s excitedly ranting about the sushi restaurant Gojo-sensei, Geto-sensei, their spouse introduced him to. Admittedly, you’re barely listening, too distrated by the sparkle in his eyes, the bounce in his step, his ever so perfect side profile, and his muscular build accentuated now that hes wearing a fitted t-shirt and jeans instead of his jujutsu high uniform.

Yeah, you’re drooling over your boyfriend. What? It’s not a crime.

“Baby? Baby are you listening? Hello? Earth to y/n?”

Yuuji’s hand waving in front of your face brings you back to reality and you apologise to the boy for ignoring him, albeit not regretting staring at him at all. You grin abashedly as you tell your now pouting boyfriend, “Sorry darling, but really its your fault for looking so sexy and edible.”

His face flushes a warm pink at your words and he pulls you closer by your waist to press a kiss to your hairline. “Say shit like that in public again and we might end up with a problem sweetheart. We wouldn’t want to leave our old teachers hanging now would we?” His voice had dropped to a deep, seductive whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

With his sunshine boy personality, it was easy to forget that Yuuji was inhumanly strong, and a lot less innocent than he appeared on the surface.

The proximity of his face to yours was causing your heart to pound ferociously in your chest, blood rushing to your face, and maybe somewhere else too. His golden eyes shone with mischief and lust, flicking between your eyes and mouth. His grip on your waist tightened as he took his lower lip into his mouth and you had to fight the urge to kiss him senseless in the middle of the street.

“Yuu,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “We should go or we’ll be extremely late and Kugisaki will never let us live it down.”

He lets out a huff and pouts, but starts walking to the restaurant you were supposed to be at nonetheless.

As soon as you guys enter the restaurant, you’re greeted by over enthusiastic yells by Gojo accompanied by his arms waving in the air to catch your attention.

T/n rises from the their chair and pulls you into an aggressive hug. You laugh as you hug your favourite teacher back, as they repeatedly tell you how pretty you look.

“Sensei, are you trying to steal my girlfriend from me?” Yuuji joked, as he received affectionate but mildly aggressive headpats from Gojo, all while Geto laughed in his seat. All the while, Megumi and Nobara ignored your existence.

“Yeah actually i am. These two aren’t cutting it anymore,” T/n laughs, gesturing to Gojo and Geto, who make gasps of mock offense.

“Thats not what you said last ni-“

Gojo is cut off by his black haired husband getting up and slapping his hand over his mouth. “Not in front of our students, you fool,” he hisses.

You head off to greet Nobara and Megumi as Yuuji chats with your teachers about his upcoming mission.

Megumi looks up disinterestedly from the book he’s reading as you approach. “Hey Thing 1,” he greets. Before you can give him a response to the blatant disrespect, Nobara shoves a Santa cap on your head.

“HO! HO! HO!” you immediately say obnoxiously, taking special care to say it right next to Megumi’s ear. He glares at your triumphant expression and mouths a silent ‘fuck you’.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you slide into the seat next to Yuuji and rest your head on his shoulder. He turns his head, momentarily distracted from the conversation he was having, and smiles at you. That beautiful dazzling smile that leaves you wonderstruck everytime you see it. He wraps an arm around your waist and turns back to his conversation with Geto.

He picks up his drink, condensation around the cold glass, and brings it to his lips. After four years of being together you realise just how attractive you find Yuuji’s hands and arms. They’re muscular and just the right amount of veiny. You’ve always known his hands were attractive, but something about the dim lighting of the restaurant, soft music playing in the background and being pressed against his side that makes you incredibly hyper aware of everything about him.

The rest of the evening passes by with Yuuji hands constantly resting on you, eliciting mock disgusted glares from Megumi, fake retching sounds from Nobara and fond looks from your teachers, who saw their relationship in their younger years in you.

When everyone gets ready to leave, T/n insists on driving “the kids” home. When your teachers’ car pulls up to your apartment complex, you and your boyfriend thank them for the ride and make the way up to your place.

The elevator ride up to your floor is shrouded in comfortable silence, Yuuji’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

You enter your house a little after midnight, absolutely wiped from the night you had. As fun as it was, keeping up with Gojo and Kugisaki’s energy at the same time could be pretty exhausting.

The small Christmas tree you and Yuuji set up a week ago twinkles away in the corner of the living room as you slip your shoes off. The moment you straighten up after putting away your shoes, Yuuji pulls you into a crushing hug.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he whispers. “You look beautiful everyday but you looked extra beautiful tonight. You’re the only Christmas gift I need baby,” he continues, all sweet and perfect and you want to cry and kiss his face off.

“Well then, its a pity I bought you the collector’s edition of the Human Earthworm movies,” you grin.

He gasps and before he has a chance to respond, you kiss him.

He responds with just as much enthusiasm, kissing you lovingly, even going as far as to lean you back into a dip.

You laugh contently as you break apart and straighten up, still pressed into his body.

“I love you so much, Yuu.”

“I love you too baby.”

He scoops you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom, both of you giggling like middle schoolers. You wash your faces and finish your night routine, smiling at each other and bumping hips.

You settle into the covers with Yuuji pressed against you, your face resting against his chest. His comforting presence was lulling you to sleep. He had always been such a safe space for you, holding you through countless stressful breakdowns.

The last thing you hear before you black out is a soft “Merry Christmas sweetheart, I love you,” followed by a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.

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[mochinomnoms]

Hey Hi Hello

I'm not sure how the situation about mushroom picking looks in the other parts of the world, but in Poland it's a very popular activity for many many people. What I mean by that is that if it was raining, and it's spring or autumn - going for a walk to a forest with a reactive dog is nearly impossible, because the condensation of mushroom pickers is astonishing. (sometimes summer too, I know people who are going EVERY SINGLE DAY (my grandma) from April/May to November). By astonishing I mean every 3-4 meters is someone looking for shrooms. The roads leading through the woods are suddenly turning into a single lane because of the rows of cars standing on the sides of it. The culture around picking mushrooms is very strong in general - it reminds me of a sect somehow lol. Generally it's one huge gatekeeping when it comes to precise locations - especially with older people. Besides the fact that there are truly thousands active fb groups around picking mushrooms - almost every single one of them has one most important rule - sharing the precise location publicly is FORBIDDEN. If you do that then it's off with your head for you.

I remember going mushroom picking with my grandma when I was little and she would LOSE ME ON PURPOSE so that I wouldn't know where does she find the most 🤣. From what I've heard from friends , it's not that uncommon apparently.

It's a sport truly, people are not going for a nice walk here, it's a competition, it's a ride or die - if you don't bring back home at least 2-3 kg of shrooms then were you TRULY mushroom picking ??? (It's a hyperbole, however seeing people coming out of the forest with literal buckets full of shrooms is not an unusual sight lol).

Living in Poland equals living with mushrooms - after some time you develop like a sixth sense of what shroom is edible and which one is not (however it's important to check either way, also these fb groups are super nice for that, these people are always ready to help you out to identify the shroom). The knowledge about shrooms is on a high level - there's a big chance that if you would come up to a random person and show them a picture they would be able to identify the shroom almost instantly.

If you're going for a normal walk and see a shroom? YOU MUST PICK IT, IT'S A TREASURE. Then you send a picture of it to a family group chat and everyone is proud (and a little bit jelly but shh). At this point I (and many people I know lol) carry a special material bag in my pouch I use for walks with my dogs - in case I come across a shroom I'm ready, and I don't have to deal with the guilt of leaving one behind because I'm physically incapable of taking any more with me haha.

Truly a mushroom kingdom.

In conclusion - imagine Jades reaction to that information 🤣

Hope you're having a fungistic day 🍄

~ 🦭

That's super fascinating to me because I live in a desert, so mushroom picking isn't a thing out here as much as just hiking in the valley. Here, it's a thing in the summer for tourists to ignore the caution signs and heat advisory and die on the desert trails. Most of the time they vastly underestimate how intense the trails are along with the 110+ degree weather and don't bring enough water.

I think Jade would like our trails out here, though, a different kind of challenge compared to the ones he's become familiar with on Sage Island. I do wonder the type of biome the island takes place on, I'm assuming the island and environment in gen is western euro inspired. Plus, foraging in the desert is a whole different type of deal!

For your mushroom picking though, I think Jade would really love it, not only is the (presumably) plentiful mushrooms a dream, but being surrounded by other people that also are as enthusiastic to go mushroom picking is phenomenal! A new vacation spot for him, for sure.

[azaleakoneko]

Birthday Sex

Roronoa Zoro x Fem|Reader

A/N: This is a belated birthday gift for @soleilnomoon! Thank you for being so patient while I finished Soft(ish) Zoro for you (and all the other birthday y/n’s heh) :3

Warnings: Semi public & Unprotected sex, Slight swearing, nothing too serious. Use of petnames, dirty talk, creampie, mention of overstim, ass slapping. Just a lot of fluff & some possessiveness of the birthday girl 😌

Words count: 6.3k

“Look y/n,” Zoro said as he scratched the back of his head, calloused fingers dragging through the green tufts of hair at the base of his neck as he looked at you with a flustered expression. “We both know I’m not the best when it comes to this romance crap, but since it’s your birthday I had the shitty cook help me set up a little dinner for us.”

Just the thought of the low-key pleading he had to do for the man to help him made him cringe a little, but knowing that you would be happy was enough of a reward to put up with the shit talking for an evening. Zoro was useless in the kitchen so he knew that he wouldn’t have had a choice otherwise unless he wanted you to be eating burnt or undercooked food with liquor to choke it down with. It wasn’t for lack of trying on his part; his attempts at cooking something edible is what convinced him he needed help in the first place.

Nonetheless here you were, looking as mouth wateringly beautiful as you always did with a smile that made his breath hitch in his throat as he pulled out your chair for you, and any irritation he had dissipated into nothingness—replaced by a desire to make sure your night was everything you could wish for in a date night despite his awkwardness.

There were topped off wine glasses with a tasteful fruity Zinfandel already sitting on the table along with a beautiful layout of candles that illuminated the assortment of steaming plates sitting on the table. It all looked pretty good if Zoro said so himself, but he was simple and would usually be happy just kicking back on the deck with a bottle of sake and forgoing a fancy dinner scene altogether, so his opinion wasn’t really the one that mattered tonight. This was a celebration after all and he would go all out for y/n.

“Go ahead and take a seat. Everything for the rest of the night has already been taken care of, so all you have to do is sit back and relax.” He said as he waited for you to sit down before pushing your chair in and walking around to sit in the seat across from you. “You look so damn gorgeous tonight, birthday girl. I love it when I can see all of those beautiful curves of yours. A nice little preview for tonight.”

It made you laugh when he couldn’t help himself from dragging his eyes over what he could see of you in that seated position, but the way his eyes glazed over with lust it was almost as if you were already nude. “Aw, this is so thoughtful of you, Zoro.. You really went all out for me tonight didn’t you? Thank you baby.” You said as you reached over and grabbed your glass, raising it and carefully tilting it towards him so that you could toast to the evening.

Zoro grabbed his glass, which looked much smaller in his big strong hands which you loved to touch and feel than it did in yours, and much to your surprise gently clinked his own glass against yours. “To you Y/N, on probably my second favorite day to celebrate with you beside the day I got to make you mine,” he began with a gruff tone as he clearly began to get a little emotional. “You’re my best friend. I’m glad you put up with all of my bullshit.. So tonight is all about me spoiling you, and I don’t wanna hear you whining even once if it isn't from me causing it, alright?”

“You’re making me blush being so sweet to me,” you said with another amused laugh, your heart feeling light from what was already the beginning of an amazing evening with your favorite person, as he tried to make even his softness have an edge. He was just like the blades he loved so much and took good care of, and he always took care of you too. Sure it wasn’t in the most conventional ways all the time, but he loved you, and that was enough for you. “How could I ever whine about being spoiled..?”

Zoro playfully glared at you with a knowing look. “You’re joking, right? Sometimes I feel like you whine just because you like it when I put you back in your place.” He took a drink of his wine, looking damn good as his adams apple bobbed from swallowing the crimson fluid, and you were already wishing he was between your plush thighs drinking your fluids. “Don’t you, princess? You can admit it, y'know.”

You softly clenched the fist that lay in your lap and returned the glare, knowing he was doing this on purpose. You knew that he knew very well what the answer to that question was and that he just wanted to see you squirm a little. He always liked when he managed to get you so frustrated that you practically ripped his clothes off upon finally being alone, and he took pride every single time in watching you crumble. “Hmp! I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Still, you denied and played right into his hands again.

“Okay, you can play it however you want, but by the end of the night the birthday girl will tell the truth.” Zoro said with a smirk, setting his drink down on the table as he held eye contact with his ‘good’ eye. That sly look of his always caused a twinge in your stomach that ran all the way down to your pretty clit, and your thighs were quick to join your clenched hand in an attempt to quell the ache and keep up the facade at least through your nice dinner with him. “It’s really up to you, but I know you tend to prefer things the hard way. That’s fine, I can do that too.”

You piled your plate up with a mix of the delicious spread; taking some smoked unagi sushi, pomegranate skirt steak with whipped feta and roasted tomatoes with a side of naan bread, and a side of a complimentary fruity salad with chunks of watermelon, cocoa nibs, feta and a variety of other ingredients that made your mouth water with an almost caramel honey dressing, before stabbing each piece a little more aggressively than you needed to and ripping through the courses one by one while he watched. You didn’t want to lift your gaze back up and see him staring at you with a sly knowing expression, but you also didn’t want to eat in silence.

“So um,” you began as you dabbed the corner of your mouth with the napkin that had previously been elaborated folded to hold the rest of the silverware you currently weren’t using. “-what exactly did you have to say to get Sanji to help you out tonight anyway?” At least this way it somewhat flipped the attention onto him for a moment and gave you a chance to even the score. You knew the two weren’t exactly the best of friends, so this had to be good.

Zoro immediately stiffened and his face soured, lips pressing into a firm unamused line. His hands that held a knife and fork that he was using to cut into a medium rare monstrous slab of high quality steak stopped cutting for a moment, and you knew that was the last thing he wanted to talk about. “That’s not important so don’t worry about it. Anyway, it’s your birthday. Why do you wanna talk about what that creep wanted anyways? Unless you’ve already had your fill and want to move on to the next event?”

“Heh heh, fine! Alright, keep your secrets.” You said, letting him evade the question since you had already gotten the intended reaction. Despite knowing it would have repercussions in the near future, it was always worth it to watch him get a little annoyed; that just meant you’d be great friends with the mattress. You finished the wine in your glass and reached for the bottle to top it off once more. “I’ll be good, I promise. I only wanna think about you, baby.”

“Mhm, sure you will..” Zoro said as he listened while you made another promise that he knew you weren’t going to keep; not that he was going to complain about it. You couldn’t help it, just like he wouldn’t be able to help the rough thrusts and stinging slaps across your ass later. He relaxed his shoulders again, continuing to eat his meal. “Let’s just finish our food, drink a little more, and celebrate. The night is still young and I’m not nearly done with you yet, love.”

The two of you did just that — finishing your meals without another hitch, besides Sanji popping in to sing you happy birthday with dramatic heart eyes and promptly getting chased off after, before Zoro escorted you to the next part of the date he planned. This time he placed a blindfold over your eyes, not letting you see your destination until you had arrived. After a few wrong turns and minor frustration from Zoro about being lost, everything worked out fine.

You couldn't help but gasp in wonder when Zoro finally took the blindfold off of you and you could open your eyes to see what he had set up for you. He had taken you out of the city and away from all of the bustling noise and now before you was a large blanket with pillows spread out on top of a soft grassy hill among wild grown flowers that had the perfect view of the star painted night sky. There was even an ice bucket nestled into the grass beside the blanket that had a bottle of crisp champagne with two glasses just waiting to be filled. Finally the area was illuminated with two gas lanterns and an extra blanket off to the side, just in case you got cold.

“Zorooo…! Oh my god, this is so beautiful!” You practically blubbered as he led you towards the blanket with one hand on the small of your back affectionately. He let you sit down first and then took a seat beside you, keeping one arm around you and pulling you closer as you melted into his side. “Wow, you really do love me…” It couldn’t be helped as you playfully teased him one more time, but when you leaned your head back against his shoulder to look at him with those sparkling eyes of yours filled with soft adoration he couldn’t help but stare right back at you.

“I do. I know I don’t say it nearly as often as you’d probably like to hear it, but I love you y/n.” Zoro said as he lifted his other hand to caress your face, thumb trailing softly over your bottom lip. Then he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, wanting to convey just how much you meant without words. It wasn’t long, nor was it rough like a lot of his kisses, but still it made your heart race like it was your first.

“I love you too.” You uttered tenderly like the lovesick fool you were as soon as his lips parted from yours. “There’s no one else I’d rather have spending my birthday or my life with than you, my love. Thank you for all of this. I know it must have been a lot of setup, so I just want you to know I’m, mph—!” The sentence ended abruptly when Zoro captured your lips again, effectively stopping your words and thought process.

“Shh… You don’t have to thank me. I told you tonight is all about spoiling you, so just let me alright?” He said as he kissed you again, this time deeper as he let his tongue flick out and roll over your pretty wine stained lips, sending a small shiver down your spine. “Lay down with me and look at the stars, yeah?” He suggested before he slipped his warm tongue in your mouth and started to lower you both down onto the comfortable quilted blanket—the pillows being a much welcomed addition for the extra comfort and support that it provided against the dewy ground.

It always effortlessly took your breath away and blew your mind how Zoro made you feel like the only other person in the world, and to him you might as well have been. No one could ever hope to compare to how you made him feel, and you returned the sentiments. Despite all the playful teasing and riling up, the both of you felt like two halves of a whole. You brought a certain sweetness, optimism, and thoughtfulness to his life that he’d never had before and had never wanted before meeting you, and he knew without a doubt that he’d never let you go. Zoro on the other hand, he brought a comfortable sense of stability to your life with his blatant honesty and the consistent way he always showed up when needed.

Right now, all you wanted was to be whole with him.

“Zoro… You make it really hard to care about the stars when you kiss me like this.” Your words were more of a soft whine, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at how easy it was to get you to fold for him, but he would have been lying through his teeth if he were to say he truly cared either. Having you here with him like this, all to himself in a personal bubble, was all the magic and stardust he personally needed.

“Then just lay here and focus on me… better?” He asked rhetorically as his fingers sunk into your hair and brought your lips to his for a third time, not letting you off so easily this time. In what seemed like a fraction of a second he was hovering over you completely, his knee sliding your legs apart, thigh rubbing against your thinly clothed cunt. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently as his free hand groped your soft breast over your fancy dress, feeling quite pleased with himself when a breathy heavenly moan left your lips and you bucked your pussy against his thigh in response. “I’ll go ahead and take that as a ‘yes’ then, princess.”

“Shit.. M-More, Please Zoro…? I have been wanting you so bad since dinn—” You had already begun to plead in your lust induced state, but Zoro wasn’t going to bother with wasting time on any of that. His lips pressed more roughly against yours than they had earlier, his tongue passionately melding with yours as both of his hands wandered to your hips to force you to grind harder against his muscular thigh.

“Is this what you wanted, princess?” Zoro asked in a tone that made it clear he knew it very well wasn’t what you had been asking for; he just wanted to hear you say it. Or better yet, to scream what she wanted. “Well? Tell me with your big girl words what you need for me to do for you. More what? Kisses..? Touching? Saying ‘more’ isn’t a lot to go off of you know, heh.”

You ordinarily would’ve grumbled a bit about how much of a dick he was being, but since you’d had glass after glass of wine between the excellent courses of food chosen specifically for their aphrodisiac properties, you were basically putty waiting to be molded by his firm veiny hands. “Zoro, I want you to fuck me so bad right now! Happy? I need you to do whatever you need to do to get this damned dress off of me and fuck me on this cute little setup you made for me… I need you, Zoro.”

That was all he needed to hear you say; it was more than he needed to hear honestly. His hands moved behind your back to pull at the ribbon holding your dress cinched to your waist and once that was done he was already sitting back on his haunches in the blink of an eye, hands grasping at the thick hem of your dress to heft it over your head. He tossed the dress to the side like the useless barrier it was and his gaze immediately returned to your beautiful body, unable for a moment to tear his attention away from the delicious curves he took so much pleasure in devouring with hungry kisses and love bites at every opportunity he could. You were so fucking breathtaking that he almost felt like it was his birthday every single time he got to undress you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. You know that right?” Zoro groaned as he sat between your legs and pulled you further up on his lap as he leaned down and began to press indulgent kisses across your chest, slowly bringing them down your fluttering stomach as his hands slowly caressed their way from your hips up your sides and around to your back once more so he could undo the latch to your pretty bra. “I’ve been dying for a taste of you since you stepped through that damn door looking fine as fuck, y/n.”

You sucked in a shaky breath when his mouth latched onto one of your nipples rolling it around on his warm tongue until it hardened, then watched as he switched to the other and repeated the process as his hands gripped the soft flesh with his gaze on you. “F-Fuck, Zoro…~” You moaned, and the sound of his name falling off of your tongue once more had him groaning into your breast as his erection pressed into your ass, bulging through his tight black dress pants. “Please baby, I can’t take much more of this teasing.”

Zoro pulled his mouth off of your breast with a soft pop and couldn’t help but chuckle at your eagerness. “Is that so? Well, I guess since it is your birthday…” He pulled away from you, smirking when you pouted, and began to ease himself down between your legs. His hands gripped your legs and hiked them over his shoulders so he could enjoy his delectable dessert. “Aw, don’t pout so much gorgeous, I’m just getting started. Now let me hear that sexy voice of yours.”

“Oh god Zoro!” You squealed when you felt his tongue eagerly push into your heat making your eyes roll back and your stomach flutter as your body subconsciously reacted—bucking your pussy against his face and making his tongue press even deeper inside. His nose brushed against your clit pulling another whine from you, and the cycle of building desire continued when he groaned against your wet cunt, sending vibrations through you that had you arching your back and gripping the blanket below. “That feels amazing, d-don’t stop baby, ahn…~”

Zoro had absolutely no intention of stopping, hands gripping into your thighs even tighter than before to take your squirming into account, not wanting you to push him away before he was able to get his fill and make his pretty princess squirt all over his face. He watched every little change in your expression as he purposely pressed his nose harder into your cute throbbing clit while he tongue fucked you, saliva and slick starting to drip down your thighs and plump ass. He found it adorable when you covered your mouth with the back of your hand reflexively from all the times you had to keep yourself quiet on the Thousand Sunny while he fucked you absolutely senseless with the rest of the crew still on board.

He pulled back for just a moment to let out an amused chuckle. “Princess, we’re in the middle of nowhere, not on a crowded ship. Put your damn hand down and let me hear that I’m doin’ a good job.” He said before he leaned his head back down and latched his mouth onto your clit, trailing one of his hands down from your thigh to your sweet gushy core spreading your puffy lips open so he could swipe his thick digits teasingly at your entrance, growling against your clit when his fingers were soaked before they even pushed into you. His gaze darkened with lust when he did begin to sink one and then two fingers inside of you, curling and scissoring them inside in the ways he knew would make you cry out and beg for him to fuck you like always. “I love how wet you get for me y/n. Makes it so easy to fit my cock inside of this pretty little pussy of yours.”

You immediately obliged his request, taking your hand away from your mouth so he could hear the sinful moans that were now spilling freely from your lips like the lies from Usopp’s mouth. “You’re doing… ahn.. s-such… an amazing job Zoro! Fuck baby, you’re the ngh… the o-only one that can turn me on like this!” Your breathless tone and moan broken sentences were exactly what he was looking for, and from how your walls were already fluttering around his fingers he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long at all before he got just what he wanted—you right in the palm of his strong hand and at his whim tonight. It may have been your birthday, but you were his; his lover, his best friend, sometimes the reason for his frustration, but overall you were his treasure and he was going to treat your body like the gift it truly was.

“Gooood job baby…~” Zoro cooed soft praise for you when he popped his mouth off of your clit since you were doing so well for him, then he spat on your delicious addicting bud and watched in fascination as the saliva trickled down to his fingers, being pushed into your hole to mix with your fluids. “That’s it y/n, tell me again princess. Tell me I’m the only one.” There was a slight possessive edge to his tone that he only got once in a while and you were guaranteed to not be able to walk properly afterwards every single time.

He planned on breaking you tonight.

Not that you would ever complain about it; you always carried the soreness like a badge of honor the day after, proud of yourself for pushing your limits to the breaking point with your lover. It was a more fun and intimate type of workout, which is what you usually said to convince him to skip a ‘real’ workout and join you in the bedroom you shared together. You reasoned that it ended up in you both being sweaty and out of breath regardless, so it still counted, right?

“You’re the only one that I need, baby!” You began again as you propped yourself up on your elbows so you could flick your attention back and forth between his fingers plunging into your squelching pussy and his beautiful face with his eyebrows knit in concentration as he masterfully brought you to your blissful edge. “Only you know just how to touch me to make me go crazy… Zoro, you’re the only man that can make me cum without even touching me..” That was true—all he had to do was whisper dirty talk in your ear in that sexy deep voice of his and you were creaming your panties without even having to touch yourself or be touched. It was amazing honestly, and he loved teasing you about it lovingly.

“That’s right princess, and I’m the only one that’s ever allowed to touch you like this ya got that?” Zoro said as his thumb pressed against your sloppy pussy and rubbed circles around your temporarily neglected clit that shot waves of pleasure through your body, arching your back off of the blanket and making him hum contentedly. “-and you know, I haven’t heard a single whine out of you lately. What’s wrong, beautiful? Have I already tamed my needy little brat…? I thought you were going to put up at least a little bit of a fuss by now.” He teased before pulling his fingers out of you to get the reaction he was looking for out of you. “Go on, beg if you want more.”

“Y-Yes Zoro! You’re the only one that’s allowed to touch me!” You cried out desperately, then your back slowly lowered back down onto the blanket as he withdrew his fingers. You pouted and grumbled from the loss of them but couldn’t help but watch when he popped them in his mouth and moaned just from getting to taste you on his tongue again. “Baaabbyy, I was so close! Please, I’m desperate at this point… I don’t care how greedy it makes me sound—I need you to fuck me right now Zoro.” Not a single moment was wasted before he had you begging to be fucked the instant he had you waiting for more. He had you wrapped around his pretty cock so well.

Zoro smirked and leaned back so he could flip you over, bringing his hand against your ass in a firm slap and delighting in the aroused moan you let out. He admired the sight of your glorious cheeks recoiling from the smack for a moment before he took both of his hands and got a good grip of your soft flesh. He lowered his face towards your ass and playfully bit down on one of your ass cheeks before he got tired of teasing you. “Mm… there’s my bratty baby. It’s okay to be greedy today.” He hummed as he leaned back once more and began to rub his hard throbbing erection against your ass, gripping your hips to bring you back against him; making you whimper from being so close to where you really needed him but still too far yet to reap the rewards of his pretty veiny tanned cock that made your mouth water. “You need me to fuck you right now, huh? So desperate to feel my cock split you and fill you up are you, pretty girl?”

“Mhm, please..? I’ve been good haven’t I—” You began to plead once more before you had to cross your arms under your chin to support yourself when you felt him finally press himself against your dripping pussy and push himself inside with a deep throaty groan. “Fuck, thank you, t-thank you baby!” Your sweet high pitched voice ripped through the room followed by a whiny moan when his hands gripped your hips to steady you as he pulled his hips back before snapping them against you repeatedly, eliciting an aroused growl to fall from his lips as he watched himself disappear into your core over and over again.

“You’ve been so good princess, using your big girl words to tell me what you need and everything… Now let me give you your reward.” Zoro teased as he took immense pleasure in hearing your moans and gasps as he gave in and gave you what you had been craving—his cock buried so deep inside of you that you could feel his precum leaking tip bullying against the entrance to your cervix; just what his pretty baby deserved on her birthday, a good deep pounding. “You’re so fuckin’ tight baby. Keeps suckin’ me in every time I try to pull out and fuck your pretty pussy.”

“Nghhh!” Another yelped moan lept from your lips as he brought his hand against your other unmarked asscheek while he continued his relentless thrusts, already causing lewd squelches that only the two of you could hear despite him fucking you on a public hill. It was honestly thrilling even having a chance of someone hearing the two of you, but that was the furthest thing from your mind when his balls kept slapping against your throbbing clit from the angle he had you in as he locked his arms around your waist and pressed his chest into your back so he could latch his lips onto your soft exposed shoulder. Your mouth parted into a ‘o’ as he fucked you so hard that you knew he’d be carrying you and your jelly legged self back to the Sunny when the rest of the date was ‘over’. “Oh—my—god—…!~” You gasped breathlessly as a dribble of drool began to leak from the corner of your mouth onto your arm as he easily pushed your eager body and mind to a fucked out state. The only thing that kept you from completely zoning out and being his pretty little birthday fucktoy was his hand bringing another slap across your ass.

“Don’t think you’re gonna pass out on me just yet princess. I just got started.” Zoro said with a strained laugh from the exertion as he gripped your hip again with one hand while the other hand went to tangle in your now messy hair, pulling your head to the side so he could latch his lips onto your neck. He sucked and nipped on the skin like an insatiable animal—tongue flicking out over the bruising skin in satisfaction before trailing sloppy kisses back down your shoulder all while keeping up his unforgiving heavenly pace. “Come on baby, I know you have more in you…~”

“I-I can’t.. I can’t even.. t-think straight anymore Z-Zoro..” You whined in a broken pitiful voice, trying your best to push your ass back into him to show him that you weren’t giving up just yet. It blew your mind how quickly he was able to get you to unravel, but he did know your body like he knew his blades after all. He knew every single touch that set your body on fire and when to speed up or go harder to make your delicate body bend and mold to his every whim. It was almost an unfair advantage, especially when you couldn’t even touch him in this mind blowing position. You spouted off more broken babbled begging and praises and Zoro knew you were close but he still didn’t ease up. He loved the feeling of your walls spasming around his length in an attempt to milk him.

“Aww I know princess but you look so pretty all fucked out like this, I just can’t help myself.” Zoro said as he pulled back and slammed into you roughly, holding his hips still for a moment to feel you tremble beneath him while he was buried as deeply inside of you as he possibly could be and he mentally swore that you had never looked more ethereal than you did right now in your most vulnerable state. He saw your eyes roll back and felt your slick sweet cream gush out all over his cock and balls causing him to moan throatily before gritting his teeth and resuming his thrusts despite how badly he wanted to empty his balls and fill you up already—using your clenching walls refusing to release him to his advantage. He was losing his mind just as you were but still he slowed down to savor the feeling, effectively edging himself so he could keep going just a little bit longer. “Good girl y/n, that’s it… fucking hell I can’t get enough of you baby. I’ll make it up to you baby, I promise.”

You were so far drowned in your bliss that you couldn’t even bring yourself to complain, and you knew Zoro would make good on his promise. Your post-birthday celebration would consist of lots of well earned pampering and soft aftercare that would have you swooning for your best friend all over again. “S’okay, Zoro… I want y-you to feel good too.~” Even though your body was trembling you pushed back against him, mewling every time you felt how well he stretched your tightened slick gummy walls at this slowed pace. You badly wanted to make him cum for you, to feel it fill your deep crevices before spilling out of you, and you wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

“You hope I feel good? I am on cloud nine right now because you feel fuckin’ amazing princess.” Zoro moaned as he let go of your hair—gently pushing down on your back before picking your hips up to get you to arch just right for him again to bully his tip against your sore cervix as he brought himself to the edge once more. The way your walls had a death grip on him made his eye flutter shut and his mouth gape open in pleasure as his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your plush flesh. “Y’know y/n… I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop with just one time tonight, and you only have yourself to blame.” He said as he sped up his pace to watch you claw desperately at the blanket, causing the pillows to tumble haphazardly off into the grass as the blanket bunched up under your clenched fingers. “Now tell me one pretty girl, want me to cum for you? Fill up this perfect fucking pussy and show you who you belong to? Gonna have to use your words again.”

“Fuck—fuck—y-yes Zoro! My love please, please cum for me baby..!” You wailed out desperately as your face pressed down into the blanket, drool puddling beneath your parted breathless profanity spilling lips, far too tired and fucked out to lift your head without his aid at this point. “So… f-fuck…! So fucking deep…! Please baby, I can’t take it anymore, You’re gonna make me c-cum againnnn!~” Your legs felt like they were about to give out on you but still he didn’t relent, even dragging one of his hands down between your thighs so he could press the pad of his middle finger against your clit in torturously slow but firm swirls while he chased his high. With eyes rolled back you felt another powerful climax rock your body and you were grateful that you were taking Zoro with you this time. You could feel his hips begin to stutter and his movements get sloppier as he continued to roll into you—his pleasured groans of pleasure sounding strained as he finally reached his limit.

“Good girl, y/n… you did so good for me, I knew you could do it baby.” Zoro cooed as his gaze was focused on the milky white ring around his cock where he disappeared into your sweet cunt. He granted your clit relief by withdrawing his finger so he could grope your sore and slightly bruised ass cheeks and get a better view of his throbbing veiny dick filling up his pretty little birthday princess with his heavy load of thick hot cum from not touching himself all day in preparation for tonight, just for you. He rolled his hips into you roughly a few more times before firmly pressing himself as deeply into your sweet spot as he could as his cock twitched—feeling your walls flutter and hearing your sweet gasp once again. “Haah… that’s it princess take it allll, milk my cock dry like the pretty little cumslut you are for me. Even half conscious you just can’t help it, can you baby?”

All you could do at this point was nod, moan, and babble broken nonsense as you felt him hit his first climax of the night, finally getting the present you had been so eagerly waiting for all evening as his cum exploded inside of your gummy walls. “Ahn..! Feels s’good baby.. f-fuck, always feels so good when you cum f’me…” You muffled against the blanket before his hands gently slid around your upper body to pull you up from your slumped over position so you were nestled comfortably against his chest, letting your mixed fluids dribble down your thighs and his. Your knees were shaking but Zoro had a firm grip around your waist now as he pressed a shower of softer kisses along your back, shoulders and neck. “Give me more kisses, baby...” You hum as you couldn’t help but happily rest your pleasure-drunk body against his, head craning back against his shoulder with your cheek pressed against his hot sticky skin as you puckered your pretty mouth and looked at him expectantly for a kiss on your soft neglected lips.

Zoro raised one of his hands to caress your cheek as he dipped his head down to press his lips against yours in a lingering kiss after your cute request for more kisses. “Don’t worry princess, the night isn’t quite over yet. You’ll get plenty more kisses, and after I let you rest for a minute—I’m gonna make you cum for me again. How does that sound, hm?” He said as his hand sank into your hair and pulled you into a deeper kiss—his tongue rolling into your mouth before you could even answer. “Happy birthday y/n.”

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The next hour was a blur of sticky overstimulating passion until you literally passed out from the pleasure and had to be carried back to the Thousand Sunny just like you had hoped. Zoro cleaned the both of you up as best he could before figuring the first thing he’d do in the morning was spoil you with a hot bath and a full body massage, then he tucked you into his side with a soft kiss to the side of your head, holding his treasure close while he drifted off to sleep.

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HAPPY MEAL

BEELZEBUB.

+ warnings: dark themes, erotic hues, strong language (added are 2 cups of low-carb fluff + 1 tbsp. of light, ‘diet’ angst)

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

At the time, it sort of didn’t feel lonely anymore, that atrociously endless thing. Existence.

Damn, though, the girl didn’t know how to handle a knife or spoon properly; she wouldn’t manage to prepare something edible even if to save her own ass. Then again, neither could he, probably.

Who cares if the stuff he makes tastes great? The ‘aftertaste’ of its repercussions is nothing short of unpleasant. Fucking blasphemous, actually—for each and every bite brings about a bountiful harvest of unwelcome side effects. Like a new medication manufactured to treat not even one ailment would do.

Did he perhaps spike everything? Just how many of them did he put in there exactly, the drugs?

Yet, absurd as her dealings with recipes were, he thought she was cute as fuck. She was so adorable and so corrupt. The perfect, most harmonious mixture.

Of course, as gluttony in the flesh and an insatiable patron of cuisine—with the foods, creatures and all—he ought to have found that inability of hers offensive, but it’s never too late to learn something new until it’s too late, isn’t it?

With her, that ‘what in “Hell” is a kitchen?’ mode had its charms. She was still young, too, and she satisfied him in other ways. Dreamy, dirty ways.

For once, however, the time they spent together was, well, normal.

Normal enough, that is.

He never did deny that he couldn’t keep his hands off of her even in the kitchen, did he? And he never did say that his hands didn’t go where they weren’t supposed to ‘just yet’ over and over and over and over again, right?

Whatever.

Old habits die hard.

They do, but he also soon remembered something: a little big wish he had put away in his hungry heart, then felt boiling over in his wandering brain every now and then.

He had always wished for a few hours of time. Being buried in a blanket of peace, painted with sunshine...that felt like it would be so nice.

Would she understand that when she had more fun, base things in mind?

Maybe he should once again put that wish away, postpone it to yet another other day. If old habits die hard, then how could birth traits themselves possibly melt off, or so much as sway?

Wasn’t he, after all, the king of gluttony?

He was voracious.

And before him was a pretty woman.

Together they were making a meal so unsatisfactory.

What’s the point of resisting these thoughts, fighting who he is, denying himself what he wants?

Fuck that.

Better just indulge, indulge, indulge, get so drunk on sin until it sloshes under his heated skin.

Everyone has their strong points; supposedly, it’s something known worldwide—like how between the sheets she drove him crazy, but in the kitchen she was merely a confused lady. Tragically clueless. Heartbreakingly unknowledgeable. Lost like a cat with no whiskers.

That is why she watched him do almost everything.

He liked how her glittering eyes were glued to him, like ants pressing needy kisses to a sugar cube.

He loved that she was thinking about sinful things—because of him, no less—so shamelessly.

Oily colours and powdery spices smeared his apron, but did she truly see them at all? No, she didn’t. And even if she did, would she have given a shit? No, she wouldn’t.

Because her eyes were on him.

He could have been stirring the soup and she would have been sucking in the hard contours of his bronze arm and the way his glistening muscles distorted those black tattoos.

In her freaky mind, musings about her tongue pressing against any part of his body were wildly spinning. How pretty the sparkle of her saliva on his body would be!

To her, the taste of his silky skin would bring her pleasure greater than that of an angel at thoughts of God and slaughter.

He was mouth-watering; all at once salt, acid and sugar.

Such was the truth—so much so that as he rummaged through the pantry, he almost heard her thinking, ‘kiss, lick, fuck.’

She was so dizzy with that vicious hunger chewing on her intestines and nibbling on her heart. She was so dizzy with it that thoughts of him nearly distracted her from a particular slice of mischief.

You see, he had in mind quite the...exotic ingredients. Said he wanted to see how they’d mix together and with food itself. Told her desire would ‘milk’ most of them out of her.

She thought it was awfully strange and disgustingly sexy, but why not do it another time? Wasn’t a lot of fun awaiting their tingling bodies after all this mess, anyway?

They both of them didn’t sit at the table for dinner. Why do that when they could eat straight from the scalding pot, their legs dangling down the cool counter?

His feet nearly touched the floor. She, on the other hand, was a much shorter, much smaller, much more breakable precious thing.

He was...happy.

It was sweet, having someone to eat with. Even if that wasn’t a big, proper meal.

She was an eccentric human who could only take so much, but he was rubbing off on her.

How else could one explain why the food merely filled a tiny hole in her stomach?

How else could one make sense of the way guts were aching for something else?

She was still starving.

He could taste it pouring out of her pores, the gluttony. It was hot, raging and uncontrollable. It was an irresistible, delicious kind of heat.

He was still happy.

Seasons change, and so do reasons.

He was so happy his stomach wouldn’t have been able to digest anything else for a while.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a lie.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is what some cliché, half-assed romance novel would have said.

This is the dark world.

The truth is otherwise.

He is the devil king of gluttony.

He liked her company.

But how could a small pot licked clean with a certain special someone have ever made his appetite shut the fuck up for a minute or two?

Think again, will you?

+notes: sort of on the weirder, unappetising or slightly disgusting side, I suppose.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[unhingedoveractivemuse]

Title: A Lifetime of Afternoon Strolls to Look Forward To

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Tags: Love Confession, Friends to Fiances

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“Should we do cupcakes in cups or just the cupcake tin? Because if we do them in cups we can spin it a little. Like…origin cakes or something? Or-“

Eddie smiles, letting the sound of Buck’s voice wash over him, enjoying the sound as they take an afternoon stroll around the neighborhood. It’s part of the whole ‘getting back out there’ thing that the therapist recommended, and he can think of no one better to do it with him than his best friend.

This is the man who he trusts to have his back. This is the man who he trusts above all.

He’s safe with Buck. Always.

It’s a nice day too. Not too hot but also not chilly. There’s a light breeze, but it’s not too strong to make it unpleasant.

But he thinks he’d take an afternoon stroll with Buck any day. Rain or shine. Scorching hot or freezing cold.

Because it’s Buck.

“Wait,” he says after his partner rattles off another idea for the first bake sale at Christopher’s school since the pandemic. “How much was said cupcake?”

”$1000.”

”For a cupcake?!.”

”The Golden Phoenix is made with Italian cocoa, Ugandan vanilla beans, and edible gold.”

”And you want to recreate it for a middle school bake sale?”

“Just the gold part. Edible gold leaf isn’t that expensive. I figured we could just sprinkle a little bit on.”

”I don’t know if middle schoolers will be so keen on edible gold.”

”But it’ll look pretty.”

”Buck…”

”Fine,” his best friend pouts before talking about some other idea he had, and Eddie can’t help the grin that blossoms on his face.

He loves this man so much.

It’s a fact that he’s settled into recently. After the shooting and learning about Buck’s actions to save him and the recklessness afterward, after wanting Buck by his bedside rather than Ana, after Buck has been with him every step of the way of his recovery, and after therapy due to the shooting that evolved into something more, he can say it.

He loves Buck.

Maybe he should have realized it in hindsight. He’s never really been a talker, but he was never opposed to listening to Buck talk. He’s never had to perform around Buck. He’s never had to worry about Christopher with Buck. He’s never had someone other than Christopher who he will die for, whose every hospital visit has his heart in the throat.

He has to wonder when he started wanting to lay down his life for this man next to him spewing random facts about cupcakes. He has to wonder when his best friend stepped into the role that Shannon left open and flourished in it.

But does hindsight matter? Does knowing when his feelings matter?

All that matters is the here and now.

Because right now, with the sun making Buck absolutely glow, the breeze making the curls the blonde let out wave gently, Eddie can’t think about what would happen if Buck doesn’t have feelings for him.

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?” Buck says, confusion lacing his tone as he stops his explanation about how he would pipe animals onto the cupcakes. Eddie knows where the confusion is coming from. He doesn’t usually interrupt Buck’s rambling after all.

But he can’t help it.

“Marry me?”

…

…

That is not what he intended to say.

Buck sputters, blue eyes blinking rapidly like he’s trying to get something out of his eyes, coming to a stop outside of a house that Eddie knows is home to one of the nosiest women on the planet. “Repeat that?”

And that makes Eddie stop in his tracks, his thoughts coming to a halt.

“I-I uh…”

”You just asked me to marry you?”

”I mean, would you? L-like if you were-“

Fuck. What is he doing? Why is he trying to work his way out of the situation? He broke up with his girlfriend because he couldn’t stand someone being in the spot Buck’s supposed to be in. He wants Buck to stay in his home so he can see him every day, to wake up next to him every day.

“I mean it. I want you to marry me?”

”Why?” Buck asks, curiously, which makes Eddie feel a little hopeful about the whole situation. Buck hasn’t freaked out. Buck doesn’t even look mad or shocked or any other expression that would be a huge red flag.

“I love you. And it’s not because you’ve been taking care of Christopher and me. I genuinely love you. I love all your rambling. I love that you would show up for Christopher like I would. I love that you let me be me.”

They stand there in silence for a moment then two, and Eddie is about to pass out from anxiety when a blush rises on Buck’s face followed by a shy smile.

“I love you too.”

Eddie sucks in a breath. He heard that right, right? There were little signs, of course, that Buck could love him back, but signs can be misinterpreted and -

“It’s kinda hard not to realize when the love of your life gets shot down right in front of you and you have their blood all over you,” Buck tells him, haunted at the very thought of the memory.

He reaches over to take Buck’s hand like he wanted to before Buck’s animated way of talking had taken the hand out of holding range.

“It’s over now.”

”I thought I was going to lose you. And the thought of living without you was-“

”-I know. Because I feel the same. I would live for Christopher, but living without you is a thought that tears me up. I think that’s why-“

”-you asked me to marry you?”

”Yeah.”

Buck gives him a smile so big and infectious that Eddie can’t help but return it.

“So…” he prompts.

“I’ll marry you, Eddie.”

And if the whole neighborhood will hear about their first kiss by the end of the day?

Well, Eddie doesn’t care.

He’s got a wedding to plan and a lifetime of afternoon strolls to look forward to.

[tokiwarcube]

Velcro

Tabloids love candid photos. Nearly every time the two of you venture beyond the walls of Mordhaus, the paparazzi love to click photo after photo of you and Toki -- more often together than not. And in every single one, he's touching you in some way. A hand interlocked with yours; an arm slung around your waist; a sweet kiss to the cheek. He could rest upon you forever, and never have his fill of your touch -- not that you're complaining, of course. But when he's high? If he was clingy before, he's like velcro, now.

Or, in which you have very sweet, very high sex with Toki.

Toki Wartooth/Reader (AFAB, GN)

Penetrative & unprotected sex; Very high sex (consent is confirmed in-fic); light breeding kink; established relationship. You two are so, so in love. 2.1k below the cut -- Enjoy!

The media has plenty of words to call your boyfriend — cute, sweet, innocent. Many of their other descriptors for him fall into some synonym of one of those three categories, but of those three in particular, only two of them are true. You’re reminded of this as his hand comes sluggishly to grip your shoulder, laying you back against the bedspread, and his lips come to cover your own before you even settle all the way against the covers, breathy and eager. Yes, Toki is nothing if not insatiable behind closed doors, and that applies doubly for when he’s high — like right now. Strong arms flex as he cages you in with his forearms, lips meeting again and again, hips pressing insistently between your spread legs to rock against your own.

The moments leading up to now are a blur — the pleasure that comes from your slow grind seem to last an eternity, bleeding into a longer and longer stretch of euphoria, which easily overwrites anything that isn’t here, isn’t now, — and even as the seconds tick by, you find yourself loosing the details of before, more and more.

If you were the slightest bit more clearheaded, you’d surmise that this strain in your shared edible packed quite the fucking punch.

But no — all that you can focus on is your lover. His piercing blue eyes; the mustache tickling your upper lip as his hot tongue parts your lips to explore your mouth; the long brown hair that fans out around you as he presses himself further into you. Drool strings between the two of you in the few moments you part to breathe before coming back together again — lazy, but undeniably wanting.

He seems to be just as invested in you too — can’t seem to get enough as his free hand begins to roam over the expanse of your body. Canting your jaw to kiss you more deeply, grasping loosely at your chest, sliding down your ribcage to squeeze your hips, then thighs… and then back up again. You’ve explored the breadth of each other over the years, not a single mark left unnoticed, but on days like these, it’s nice to simply do it all over again. You too allow your hands to roam, soaking up the heat from his body and the euphoria of simply being with him — although like always, you find yourself carding your fingers through his soft hair in the end.

Seconds turn into centuries, the pleasure seemingly endless as he rocks into your sensitive cunt; even clothed, the friction is enough to drive you mad. Using what little space he’s allowed you, with how close he’s pressed his lower half against you, you meet his half-thrusts as much as you can in a slow grind. The added friction goes straight to your core, and somewhere in your mind you find yourself whining desperately against him — distant, like a memory, but still undeniably you. This is enough to get him to part from your lips to roll off of you and fumble at the button of his jeans, and this brings you out of your fog enough to spark you into doing the same.

It’s a bit of a struggle, with your dexterity all but shot in your inebriated state. The button is unyielding against your thumb at first, but you get it after a moment of focus. Toki laughs out of your vision, and you’re about to fire back a snarky retort, but when you turn to look at him, you have to bite back a laugh of your own. He too is evidently struggling with the amount of THC in his system, considering how his thumb hangs limply in his belt loop — jeans still, unsurprisingly, snug around his hips.

He rolls his head over in your direction, giving you a smile. Toki’s no stranger to substances, albeit he doesn’t have quite the same tolerance as the rest of his chosen family — but he doesn’t seem to mind too much. Instead he enjoys the giddiness that comes as the compounds flow through his veins, making him even looser than usual in his affections. You’d (lovingly) call him clingy at the best of times, but like this? Velcro. He reaches his hand out to you, and you press your cheek into his hand, much to his delight.

“I love you,” he says. The fond swipe of his thumb across your cheek and the fondness in his eyes tells you he means it.

“I love you too,” and a kiss to the inside of his wrist tells him you mean it back.

You squeeze his hand once before leaning over, dropping a hand on his chest before placing a chaste kiss to his waiting lips, which he smiles into, and your face mimics his own when you part.

“Do you still wanna do this?” you ask.

His eyes crinkle, leaning up to steal another quick kiss from you. Happy blue eyes peer up at you, blown wide with equal parts adoration and lust as he turns the hand that rests on your cheek to instead take your wrist in his hold. He places another kiss there too, for good measure.

“Yeahs,” he says against your veins, “I do. Do you?”

You hum an affirmative, and that’s enough for him to place your hand on that pesky button of his. He presses down, arching his hips in tandem so that you feel the full extent of his arousal, and fuck, he’s just as worked up as you. You undo the button eagerly, pulling down the zipper, and you can’t quite suppress the urge to sneak your hand beneath his boxers to cup him in full. You thumb his head beneath the fabric, dragging the wetness building there around the flushed head and coaxing a gasp from his lips, which you swallow greedily. But he doesn’t let you play for long — that damnable button must have been the only real hurdle for him as his pants tug down with ease after finally being loosened.

This also seems to be the limit of his playfulness for the time being, as just after the denim hits the floor, he’s towering back over you again. He hooks your thighs over his hips as he sits back on his haunches — with his cock bobbing temptingly above you, precum glistening in the low light, you’re struck with the urge to use the drool pooling in your mouth for good to feel him come undone your mouth — but the view doesn’t last, as his forearms return to their place on the mattress, trapping you under him. His dick presses hotly against your stomach, trapped between the two of you, and you find yourself struck with that same heady wanting yet again.

“You ams always so goods for me,” he murmurs, dipping down to take his mouth with your own again. His tongue slips between your waiting lips while a curious hand, bigger than your own, finally — finally — dips into the wetness pooling between your legs. In the back of your mind you’re grateful for his mouth against yours, volume control shot with the copious amounts of cannabis in your system. That same strong hand spreads your lips with ease, moving up to circle tightly at your throbbing clit before dipping down into your dripping heat. Your noises become less coherent as he alternates between pressing at your g-spot and abusing your clit — each micromovement coaxing a shudder from your body. But then the stretch as one finger turns to two tells you when he starts to focus on your drooling pussy more and more, the flat of his palm now the only stimulation against your clit, and you soon find yourself wanting more than his hands can provide.

“Toki,” you slur between kisses, and press on when he does little more than hum questioningly against your mouth. “Toki,” you murmur, “I want you.”

“You haves me.”

You whine, and his lips upturn in the kiss. But that amused grin quickly turns into an open-mouthed groan at your next words.

“Please, fill me?”

He pulls his fingers from your cunt, and you shudder at the loss, although you can’t complain when he leans back on his haunches to give you a view — dragging your slick against his cock, flushed and hard with want. Any other night, perhaps if he had a clearer state of mind, he'd make you beg more, make you mad with want. But in your shared fog of equal parts substance and lust, he either can't or doesn't want to keep up the game. He pumps himself once, then twice, before tapping your clit with his head of his dick. His bright blue eyes devour your shudder for moment, before pulling back, and pushing himself into you.

He always stretches you out so well, filling you in that addicting way only he can. Hot breath meets your neck as he hides his face against your skin, pressing the full weight of his body against you when he finally bottoms out. “Gods,” he swears, “ams so fucking goods.” And when you give him the signal, he wastes no time in finding a broken rhythm.

He murmurs mindless obscenities against your skin — only half of which you’re sure are words, nevermind English — before licking and sucking at the tender flesh. It lacks his usual bite — the sting instead replaced with lazy kisses and gentle caresses of unpiercing teeth. His pelvis brushes against your clit with every rock of his hips, and the constant stimulation — the pleasure in his thrusts, his voice, his words as he rambles slurred words into your ear between kisses — it all borders on being too much, but then he’s groaning at one particularly deep thrust and fuck, you can’t seem to get enough. In this heightened state, every sensation is multiplied, sending your head spinning and setting your nerves alight. Sloppy, lazy, messy, and heavenly.

In your fuzzy stupor, it’s impossible to tell how much time you spent like this, trading sloppy kisses as you chase your mutual high. It could be minutes. It could be hours. But it doesn’t seem to matter as you slowly recognize the rising cry of your voice through the fog, and fucking Christ, you’re cumming—

Your eyes roll back in your head, pussy tightening around him as your chest arches into his own firm, unyielding one, but then he’s cumming just after with a high whine of his own, and fuck, you can’t tell if your orgasm is being drawn out or if a new one has been sparked together as his cock twitches within your walls. You heart pounds as you feel his balls tighten against you, filling you just like you begged for.

And just like that, the weight of his body envelops you as he finally allows himself to collapse, and you take the opportunity to card your fingers through his hair while he pants against your skin. Silence rings for a long moment as the fuzzy thoughts from your herbal high melt into the more peaceful sensations of the afterglow — the sweat cooling on your body, the heat of his skin against yours, the minty scent of his shampoo. He hums as he comes back down from his own high, running his hand up your side lovingly before pushing himself up, wobbly, to gaze down at your form. His long brown hair sways with the movement, creating a curtain around the two of you yet again. He slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, running his hand soothingly over your thigh when you let out an overstimulated hiss. He blinks slow, eyes bobbing up to take in your expression for a moment, before running his middle finger through the cum that slowly drips out of you — pulls back no more than an inch, watching the way the liquid strings, before gently pushing the fluid back into you. His tongue darts between his lips, evidently tempted, but then he wipes his hand against the bedspread just after before leaning back down to cover you again with a smile. Chest pressed against yours like this, you’re half sure your heartbeats align, and this thought is only solidified when he leans down to capture your lips once more. He bumps his nose affectionately against yours when you part, smile soft as he peers at you from beneath his eyelashes.

They might not have gotten the “innocent” part right.

“I loves you.”

But the sweetness…

“I love you too, Toki.”

The sweetness, they were right about.

[spookyprime]

Random question but who in the core 4 do you think would be the best cook?

This is actually a complicated question with a complicated answer.

The easy part is you can knock kon out immediately. It's not him.

Bart loves food. He takes an active enjoyment out of food, and he knows what he likes and dislikes. He's not...picky, but he does have strong dislikes. That being said- cooking takes time and patience, and Bart does not have that. But he's willing to go out of his way to get things he likes. So if you were a guest i think he could competently make or get you good food. I just don't know that he's 100% cooking it.

Tim does canonically know how to cook. He has been taught how to cook. He can competently follow a recipe and knows how to adjust for macros and get the required calorie count needed to be healthy while being as active as he is. That being said I do feel like he is one of those people who ONLY cook by recipe and can't just whip something up because they're too neurotic about the micronutrients and everything has to be perfect down to the gram. If you go to his place and say you're hungry he's more likely to hand you three cliff bars than make something. Also you see him eating out almost all the time. He CAN cook I simply don't think he does. He's a rich boy Doordashing every meal.

So the realistic answer is Cassie. She's lived all over the place and I think her mom has taught her at least a few things. She doesn't have to follow a recipe to make something edible. Some of her food is very good some of it isn't. She's a very normal cook. If you were a guest she would give you a very competent dinner and sides but a salad would be like just half a head of iceberg lettuce and some ranch. Like. It's not stellar but it's FINE. Completely edible.

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Ways of the ninja

Soi never expected to have a mentor outside of his clan. It never crossed his mind. Naturally, he assumed his family would insist that he kept low. Not be seen.

He stares up at his teacher, who happens to be cursing his father currently over the phone. He had never seen someone be angry with his father's teachings before.

"What kind of parent doesn't teach his kid basic survival skills??? Are you trying to let him die??? Just because he can turn invisible doesn't mean he won't starve! Or get trampled!"

He winced. True, he hadn't thought about any of that. He just assumed he would be swiping food from other participants.

"And the fact that he isn't allowed to make friends! Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds?!? You're stunting your child's growth! Oh, just wait until I get my hands on you. There'll be no escape from the lecture I give you."

They end the call. The aura around them is very scary. He wonders what kind of torture he's about to endure for training.

"Soi," "Yes!" He shifts nervously in his seat. "You're already good at hiding. So we're going to focus on other things for the first half of your training."

Other things? What did that mean? They knelt down and grasped his hands. "It's not going to be easy. Survival never is, but I promise you that when we're done, no matter where you go, you're going to be able to use the knowledge I give you."

The serious and determined look in their eyes startled him. He had never really kept eye contact with others before. It was like they could see through his soul.

"First things first. We're going to teach you how to find running water. Sticking with a group is good, but what if you get separated? Or the group slowly withdraw?"

He hadn't thought about it before. As time proceeds through the harvest festival, more and more students quit. Unless he latches onto a strong group, it would be difficult to continue.

"You also need to make your own shelter. You can't sleep in others. That's risky. So, is exposing yourself to the elements."

Oh... he had been so used to not being noticed he didn't think of that. Close quarters would be more risky to be noticed. This was all useful tools to learn.

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Soi hated training. He couldn't even complain to his classmates cause they didn't know he existed. He listened to them complain to each other about theirs.

He couldn't help the bitter jealousy that swelled in his chest. His mentor wasn't trying to kill him. He knew that. But they certainly weren't holding his hand through this.

Camouflage training for his shelter, hiking endlessly till he was able to find water. Then came the harder training. Dealing with the environment.

The closest thing to the "garden" where the harvest festival would take place was Balam-Sensei's or Suzy-Sensei's classrooms. Vines and various plants growing.

His mentor forced him to recognize edible plants and insist that he remembered the poisonous ones. Scolding him about the dangers of eating the wrong plant. The hardest part of training so far.

His hands stung from having his hands swatted away before he could touch the ones he mistook for edible. But he could see the panic in his mentors eyes. They were genuinely worried whenever he reached for one.

No... he took that back. The hardest part was being seen by his mentor. He wasn't used to being visible. Even if he did hide from them somehow he would be found.

It was as if they had discovered a trick on telling where he was. It was frustrating. But... it was comforting to, somebody saw him. Somebody worried about him.

Somebody was always able to catch him sneaking away. It had become a game of sorts. Trying to see if he could escape without their notice.

Whenever he was caught, he would see the amused smile on their lips. They were enjoying it, too. Their methods of catching him either sneaking away or sneaking up on them were various.

Grabbing his shoulder. Throwing powder at him to make him visible. Covering him with a curtain. A snare hanging him upside-down. Yes... there was so much to learn from his master.

"Umm master?" "Mmm?" They were currently inspecting the other students' progress. Watching their training.

"Why are we here?" "Well it's obvious. Training." He frowned. Was he supposed to train with the other students? He's handed a sticker.

This baffled him even further. What was he supposed to do with a sticker? "Now they're currently on high alert, so you'll have to be careful. Without them noticing, put the sticker on them."

He blinked. Looking down below at where Sabro and Alice were currently in a frenzy as they tried to land hits on Balam-Sensei. His eyes widened. Oh... this is where training would become difficult.

His master kicked their feet amused. Staring down fondly at the others. Soi stared back down at the sticker. Three targets one sticker... his master didn't specify who the target was.

Actually, his master didn't give much instructions. Which was odd. Usually, they would be clear in their instructions, but this was vague.

A test, then. They wanted to see what he would choose to do. He sighed and became invisible. He could be patient. Patience was important for survival.

That's what master was testing. Testing what he had learned from them. So he waited. And waited. Once Alice and Sabro passed out, he leaped down.

Ripping the sticker in half, he puts a piece on both of them. His master doesn't scold him or ask him why he chose this method. Instead they grin.

"Do you understand what I want you to do for the harvest festival now? How you'll rack up points?" He had never considered it before.

He had never heard about anyone turning on fellow contestants as points. But there wasn't a rule against it either. Nobody would really notice the first few days since people dropped out left and right.

"Now you have camouflage, survival skills, and a strategy of how to gain points." They ruffled Soi's hair. "I expect you to last the entire festival."

The entire festival? Even his parents hadn't expected that much from him. But having someone who believed in him. Someone who taught him personally. He really wanted to try now.

He follows his master. Their footsteps are light. Barely noticeable. He sees Kalego-Sensei ahead of them. Oh...

Without making a sound, his master has latched onto the older demons back. "Doggy! I missed you!" "For devi's sake, cease your overly affectionate dribble!"

"Aww, don't be like that doggy. You know you like cuddles." Soi watched as his teacher tried and failed to wrestle his master off. "I certainly don't! Shouldn't you be training?"

"Mmm, I don't have to teach the little ninja much. We're all set for the harvest festival at this point. Which means... I can spend the rest of the time collecting my payment from you!"

He's never seen Kalego-Sensei so red before. "I never agreed to that!" Master laughed. "But you never disagreed either!"

[blorbowhereartthoublorbo]

PART 1 of the relationship chart!

original base was made by @michellemouse!

i know i haven’t made an introduction post for kit yet, and that’s because idk how i wanna go about it still 😭 i’d probably draw a reference sheet for her, but i don’t have the energy for that today, so this will still work in establishing kit’s character!

anyways, let’s start with the mascot himself…

Mickey Mouse

mickey is hesitant to interact with kit directly. he knows that she’s mortimer’s friend and that they’re close, and that already isn’t a good sign for mickey. but, y’know, lots of toons from different disney movies have attended the HoM, so it’s not like he’s unused to it being hectic at times…

kit, after scoping out that there’s a vending machine filled with energy drinks at the HoM (and how barely anyone buys them), starts stealing there for her energy drink-based needs. XD so she’s does this frequently, and eventually mickey and donald have to know about it.

mickey brings up how no one was buying them anyway, and that they’re gonna expire soon, so he wouldn’t want something edible to go to waste and essentially allows kit to steal them (as a way of getting rid of near-expired goods 😭).

kit doesn’t have a clue about this. she thinks she’s realllllly living up to her moniker of “kit the bandit” XD

but the reason she hates mickey isn’t because he’s “the man” of the establishment, who could always, potentially, put his foot down on her thievery. kit hates mickey because of the jabs he throws at mortimer sometimes.

the way she sees it, mortimer already doesn’t win in the shorts they play at the HoM, so it’s REALLY unnecessary to then insult mortimer inside of the HoM.

also mortimer is her favorite guy and she will defend him with her life i MEAN, WHAAAAAT? “:D

Minnie Mouse

minnie is the one who usually catches kit starting shit in the HoM and reprimands her. but what REALLY pushes minnie to hate kit is that kit steals from there. idk, i feel like minnie has strong morals, so even tho it’s not hurting anyone and they GOTTA get rid of the supply, minnie looks down on kit stealing from the vending machines.

kit realizes this and sees minnie as a buzzkill. as with anyone who dares try to enforce the law onto her, kit then mentally puts them on The List. “the list of what?” you may ask? well, let’s just say… it’s best if you don’t know :D

Donald Duck

donald is NOT okay with the “letting kit steal energy drinks from the HoM” thing. because of this, he holds a grudge against her, since they still can’t prove that she’s the one stealing them. he keeps their interactions (which happen way too often for his liking) short and curt.

kit, on the other hand, genuinely likes donald and sees him as a friend :] she likes his “no bullshit” attitude (even if that attitude makes donald hold a grudge against her 😅) and sees him as more real than mickey or minnie.

Goofy

goofy likes kit. i don’t think he knows that she steals from there, but even if he did catch wind of it, the most extreme reaction he would have is a surprised “gawrsh 😮”

she treats him with respect, and so he treats her with respect as well ☺️ she’s even so kind as to help him clean up the food when he accidentally spills an order (…even if the way she cleans it up is by eating it off of the ground 💀💀💀).

kit sees goofy, she sees this single father who’s working hard to make a living. she knows what it’s like for everyone else around her to just see her as a hinderance and a screwup, so she feels a solidarity with goofy in that light.

besides, who could dislike goofy?

Clarabelle Cow

clarabelle is the bitch(affectionate) of the HoM. although she’s a bit behind on the gossip, kit appreciates the sentiment.

i think it would be funny and incharacter if clarabelle, despite being the local gossip, does NOT know about kit being a petty criminal XD so she just thinks kit is fun and zany 🤪 and spends time with her outside of the club.

kit loves clarabelle’s energy and hangs out with her, even if sometimes clarabelle drags her to do something girly, like getting their nails done. 💅 BUT kit can tolerate it for the de-lect-able gossip that clarabelle has 👀

also kit can spread rumors about the people she despises and then clarabelle can pass those rumors along—

Daisy Duck

daisy thinks that kit is refreshing. she probably thinks it’s odd that she’s friends with mortimer and has. suspicions 👀 about that. but besides that, she seems fine enough. even when kit causes a commotion in the HoM, daisy doesn’t gaf since she mainly works the front desk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but daisy for sure got pissed when kit stole her necklace that one time (daisy caught her, so she gave it back 😅).

i think kit would try to slick talk her way into the club when she’s not accompanying mortimer, so that’s when most of her interactions with daisy take place. maybe at first kit would put on disguises such as the “technician” coming in to fix something, fake mustache and all, because she NEEDS to get her energy drinks get into the club 😭🙏🙏

but eventually kit just comes in as herself, and daisy lets her in because she doesn’t gaf if kit comes in, it’s fine by her! 😌✨✨