#they both help each other out and it's very cute

[mwphisto]

LaDs pairings and my personal headcanons on their dynamics

Warning, this post contains: threesomes, polyamorous relationships, male x male x female dynamics, mentions of dom/sub play and dynamics.

A/N: just a silly little post about the various love and deepspace pairings and what I headcanon their throuple / threesome dynamic to be like :3 also this looks way better on mobile than desktop so forgive me for my aesthetic needs lmfaoooo

Xavier x Rafayel x Reader (StarFish)

Cutest name among the pairings first of all

Possibly controversial but I think Rafayel mainly tops in this dynamic… here me out

Xavier is a freak in the sheets but compared to Rafayel? He’s very mellow. He’s so focused on you and your needs that he can drown out some of Rafayel’s antics when getting down to it.

It’s not until Xavier snaps that Rafayel is the center of attention. You and Xavier team up to put the brat of your trio in his rightful place.

Not saying Rafayel loves it… but he loves it.

Xavier x Zayne x Reader (StarSnow)

The silent but deadly duo (lmfao)

I think these two are fighting for dominance while also being civil about it? Taking turns if you will.

In this trio, you are definitely the sub with your two doms. Very little room for switching imo

It’s very rare that you get a chance to top either of them, the two of them always being two steps ahead and getting you railed until you can’t see straight.

Xavier x Sylus x Reader (StarCrow)

Prepare to never feel your legs again.

You are once again the sub in this pairing, but with some free reigns thanks to Sylus

You and Sylus like to team up on Xavier, making the prince of Philos see the stars in which he came from by the time the two of you are done with him

Xavier and Sylus have…wrestled… much to your amusement but Sylus typically always comes out on top. Mostly thanks to his evol and size. Not that Xavier is complaining… he secretly enjoys it.

Xavier x Caleb x Reader (StarApple)

They bicker all the time, they’re always fighting for your attention.

They’re both headstrong, needing to be in control and both equally as obsessed with your pleasure.

Someway, somehow, Caleb manages to get Xavier to give up — his evol held he man down — and you had a time riding him until he was a sobbing mess

Caleb would let the roles reverse willingly after seeing how much fun Xavier got to have being under you.

Rafayel x Zayne x Reader (SnowFish)

We’re looking at two bratty subs with their tamer

You and Rafayel are menaces when together, in and out of the bedroom. Poor Zayne (he fucking loves it)

A common position is you riding Rafayel within an inch of his life while Zayne holds you by your hair and helps himself to your… back door.

Roles have also been reversed, with Rafayel getting fucked senseless while trying not to slobber all over your pussy — and failing miserably in the process.

Rafayel x Sylus x Reader (CrowFish)

Sylus gets off watching you and Rafayel play.

He often partakes in the activities, don’t get me wrong, but he has a thing for watching you and Rafayel get each other off. The struggle of two switches trying not to fall into submissive tendencies… and failing. Cute.

Though, it’s not always the case, when Sylus is involved, Rafayel gets feral. You’re not leaving that bed with working legs… or any feeling in your lower half for that matter. It’s your turn to get fucked within an inch of your life and be pampered on for the coming days.

More than one bed has been replaced…

Rafayel x Caleb x Reader (AppleFish)

Kings of yearning…and stalking… and trying to act like they didn’t plot everything ever.

They initially hate each other, then they realize how likeminded they are and it’s game over for you.

They are torturing you low-key, expect to be tied up, edged until you're sobbing, and then overstimulated until you're begging them to stop. And, spoiler, they won't stop.

Evil ass dynamic for real, they feed off of each other's dramatics

Zayne x Sylus x Reader (SnowCrow)

Oh bitch. Maybe I'm biased (I am) but this combo is elite.

You've got three brat tamers who can all be brats. A group of switches if you will. Couple broken beds with Sylus and Raf? You're looking at multiple broken beds, couches, tables, chairs, fucking destroyed bathrooms, ruined carpets, you get the idea.

You are ruined every time, even if you're on top. You've gotta call out of work the next day, Zayne goes to work limping, Sylus is overly smug about the whole thing

You can plot against each other and still end up fucked stupid

Zayne x Caleb x Reader (SnowApple)

Zayne is putting y'all in your rightful places. Caleb thinks he has a shot at dominating Zayne and is sorely mistaken by the end of it. You really did try to warn him too, now he can't even walk.

Linkon's best surgeon has a time putting Linkon's best hunter and the Farspace Fleet's colonel in their places. Fucking them both to damn tears is is specialty.

We're looking at one dominant with two switches who lean towards bratty subs whether they want to or not

Punishments go crazy with this throuple

Sylus x Caleb x Reader (CrowApple)

You've never known Caleb to be shy until Sylus gets involved. Caleb couldn't stand him, Sylus found it utterly amusing. You? You just enjoyed the show.

Sylus forced Caleb to watch as he fucked you stupid, tears streaming down your face while he's balls deep and kissing you senseless. In the end, Caleb came untouched and realized that being a brat against Sylus would result in real punishment.

Even with his gravity evol, Caleb can't win against Bossman. And either way, you get to have the time of your life with both of your lovers trying - and failing - to work it out.

Either way, you'll be getting wrecked daily... multiple times.

[i02dollia]

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა warnings! nsfw, boyfriends bestfriend!anton, male reader, cheating, a lot of messy kissing, ab licking, body worship, very brief conversation about wonbin.

boyfriends bestfriend!anton . . . who can’t help himself around you. the way his gaze lingers on you for what seems like an eternity when you’re at the dorm, all cute and cuddled up with your boyfriend wonbin. anton can’t stand the sight of it—knowing he can be the better boyfriend, making you feel so good. treating you how you deserved to be treated. the night you and wonbin got into a fight it was like his world blossomed into a new world of hope, happiness, and joy. this was his time to shine—move right in and make you feel like a whole new person. of course there had been tension between you both for some time now, when you first met wonbin it was anton you had eyes for but he didn’t move nor say a word to you. it was as if destiny forced you and wonbin together even though your body and mind screamed for anton. “are you okay, doll?���

the sound of his voice startled you, hurrying to wipe the tears that stained your cheeks. not answering him and just allowing your shoulders to give a small shrug, his large frame moved quicker across the room and sat down next to you on wonbin’s bed. without a care or permission anton’s large hand fell to your knee and rubbed at it for a good few minutes before slowly moving up, closer to your throbbing cock. it was.. different than wonbin’s touch. “anton..?”

anton didn’t say a word at first. when your eyes found his own his dark gaze was enough. “you want this.”

you did. oh my god you did. anton moved quickly, not knowing when wonbin would eventually come back to the dorm after storming off like a child who didn’t get the toy they begged for. grabbing at your waist and pulling you on his lap—hands reaching for your sweet face and bringing you into him, lips finally touching. his were so soft almost pillow like and he tasted of sweet mint and some kind of sugary beverage he had just been drinking minutes before. anton was much more rough than wonbin—messy even. wonbin was always soft and never wanted to hurt you or try anything new that may cause pain to you. he was the sweetest and cared so much about you.. why were you doing this?

anton’s warm hands reached up the shirt you wore and felt up your stomach and back enjoying how soft and warm your skin felt. his kisses were rough, hard, and so messy. when anton finally pulled back for some air a string of saliva followed and he smirked. you on the other hand.. flushed. entire body heating up from this whole situation. “feel what you did to me..”

eyebrows furrowing anton brings your hand to his clothed throbbing cock, a small gasp leaving your lips at the size of him. much bigger and thicker than your man. without another word anton pushed you against the cold mattress and crawled on top, leaving wet kisses down your neck. panic set in and you lightly shoved at his shoulders practically begging him not to leave any sort of mark but it was too late. anton used his strength against you, pinning your arms down against the bed and continued to kiss, nip, bite, and suck on the soft skin of your neck. how dare your body betray you and your morals. a whimper left you and anton’s lips smirked against your warm skin.

his hands left your wrists and he straightened himself out, hovering over you on his knees. the way you looked up at him as if you were begging him to take good care of you—or was that just his delusional behavior? wasn’t sure nor did he care. he knew you wanted him just as much so why not act on it. he lifted his shirt on a swift motion and threw it to the side—your eyes widening at the sight of his toned body. much more toned than wonbin and so much bigger.. slowly you reached for him stomach and felt against his abs and the, oh.. the muscle on each side of his torso which had been the serratus anterior—a muscle that was hard to even gain especially for the average male. anton being a swimmer his whole life was surely paying off and it was enough to make your poor cock throb. “anton please..”

you begged. how pathetic. his ears perked up at the begging but a new idea came to mind especially after watching how you drooled over his body. he came crashing down next to you—his hands patting his toned stomach before looking at you with a cute smirk. no matter what he did he was always going to be cute anton that you adored so much even if you shouldn’t have those feelings. sitting up and playing along it was your turn to hover over him—hand rubbing at his big bulge. you cursed under your breath and kept your eyes on his own as you leaned forward to press a kiss to each ab he had. “yes baby, just like that. so good.”

it was your turn to smirk, continuing to kiss down each ab before allowing your tongue to lick up—anton’s eyes rolled back at the sight of you licking up his stomach. this was something he’s always dreamed about and now it’s finally happening. each kiss and lick caused him to groan out in pleasure. his voice sounded so much deeper when he would groan which was new to you. his sweet and soft voice long gone. as you sucked on his toned stomach your hand found his bulge and fondled with it before slowly pulling his sweats down, rubbing your face into his bulge that was so close to being exposed which was all that you wanted but the sound of faint chatter could be heard and you both looked at each other in slight panic. anton helped you sit up, pull a hoodie over your head all while he pulled his sweats back up and grabbed his shirt but before he could leave the room—he pressed a long, rough, and wet kiss to your lips. licking at your bottom lip begging for entrance but you pulled away from him in hurry.

“don’t ever tell wonbin about this. meet me at the motel near the cafè you like so much. we’ll continue.”

[noorpersona]

Husbandry: Hinata

🌸HAPPY MOTHERS DAY🌸

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You woke to the faint sound of whispering just outside the bedroom door.

More like stage-whispering — the kind of exaggerated hush only little kids thought was stealthy. Paper crinkling. The unmistakable squeak of sneakers on the hallway tile. A heavy tray shifting in nervous hands. Then—

“Wait, don’t open the door yet, I forgot my card!” “But I wanna go first—” “No pushing! The juice is gonna spill again—!” “Shhh!! Mama’s sleeping!” “You’re yelling.” “You’re yelling!”

You couldn’t help the soft smile tugging at your lips as you lay still, eyes closed, pretending to sleep for their sake. The hallway fell into temporary silence — the plotting kind — and then, finally, the door creaked open with excruciating slowness.

Footsteps padded in.

You opened your eyes just in time to see one of the kids peeking over the edge of the bed, their messy curls haloed in the morning sun pouring through the curtains.

“Hi Mama,” they whispered, wide-eyed and delighted. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

A second pair of eyes popped up beside the first, their grin missing a front tooth. “We made you breakfast!”

And behind them—Shōyō. Taller now, broader in the shoulders and lean with the kind of strength built from years of training, yet still unmistakably him. His copper hair was slightly tousled from the morning rush, the ends brushing just below his ears, and his cheeks were sun-kissed, always a little pink from running around with the kids. He held the tray carefully in both hands, arms steady, the veins in his forearms faintly visible under golden skin. His shirt clung to his frame, soft and worn with time, and his mouth tugged up into that sheepish, dimpled smile he always wore when trying not to laugh at the chaos he’d somehow greenlit.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” he said softly, stepping forward to set the tray in your lap. “I didn’t let them use the stove this time, promise.”

You blinked down at the tray. Pancakes — three of them, each cut into a slightly different lopsided heart. There were rainbow sprinkles scattered across the top and syrup pooled in the corners of the plate like it was trying to escape. Two strawberries, one already missing a bite. And orange juice, somehow pulpy and fizzy at the same time, in a pink plastic cup with a bendy straw.

But the best part — the part that made your throat catch — were the cards.

Two of them, folded construction paper and glitter glue, held proudly in your kids’ hands. One was covered in misshapen flowers and the words "I LOVE MAMA!!!" in three different crayon colors. The other just had a scribbled drawing of you with sparkly hair and wings, labeled “Fairy Mama” with an arrow.

You held out your hands and they immediately crawled onto the bed, sandwiching you in their warm, wiggly affection. One of them tried to feed you a bite of pancake with their fingers. You accepted it without complaint, letting them giggle as syrup stuck to your lips.

“Did you two help Papa with all this?” you asked, your voice still thick with sleep.

“Uh-huh!” one beamed. “I made the juice!”

“And I put extra sprinkles because that’s your favorite!” the other said proudly.

Shōyō settled at the edge of the bed, watching the three of you with soft eyes. His hair was slightly damp — evidence of a quick morning rinse — and he still smelled faintly of the lemon-scented dish soap you always bought. He wore one of his old MSBY shirts, faded from too many washes, clinging slightly to his frame.

“I tried to get them to wait until you were fully awake,” he said, brushing a hand over your ankle beneath the blanket. “But they were very sure they’d explode if they didn’t surprise you.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “You too, mama.”

Another bite of pancake was offered and taken. A strawberry was pressed to your cheek like a sacred offering. And finally, one of the kids tilted their head, hopeful and tentative.

“Do you like it?”

You looked around at all of it — the tray, the sticky fingers, the bent paper cards covered in glitter and pride — and felt your chest warm like the sun had cracked you open from the inside.

“I love it,” you said sincerely. “I love you.”

They beamed. A set of sticky arms flung around your neck. The other planted a syrupy kiss on your cheek.

Shōyō chuckled softly. “Alright, alright — let Mama eat her food, yeah?”

“But I—”

“Go play,” he said, ruffling their hair as he stood. “Auntie Natsu’s coming to pick you up soon.”

There were a few grumbles, but they complied. One more round of quick kisses and tight squeezes, and they scampered off — dragging glitter, crumbs, and laughter behind them like a comet’s tail.

Shōyō turned back to you once the room had quieted. He leaned against the bedpost, watching you with that look again — part reverence, part mischief.

“Natsu’s coming in an hour or so,” he said. “Figured you could use a break.”

You glanced at the tray in your lap. “Peace and quiet?”

“Or,” he said, grinning, “I could go with them and give you the house to yourself…”

He took a step closer, voice lowering just enough to make your stomach flutter. “Or I could stay here. With you. Keep the kids out of your hair, make you feel good—really good—for the rest of the morning.”

You arched a brow. “Shōyō.”

His voice dropped, all teasing. “What? I’m just saying — I’m very versatile.”

Your heart flipped.

Before you could respond, he stepped forward and reached into the back pocket of his sweatpants, pulling something small and neatly wrapped in brown paper. “Also,” he said, voice gentling, “this is from me.”

You blinked, surprised. He placed the package in your hand — light, but clearly something solid tucked inside. When you unfolded it, your breath caught.

It was a delicate bracelet — a fine gold chain with a small, charm-like pendant at the center. A tiny sun, etched with the faintest smiling face.

“It reminded me of you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “The kids are the whole sky, but you’re what keeps everything bright.”

You looked up at him, eyes stinging just a little. “Sho...”

He leaned down to help clasp it around your wrist, his fingers brushing yours. You set the tray aside without thinking, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug — warm and full and content.

You pressed a kiss to his lips, sweet and lingering.

When you pulled back, he was grinning.

“Your lips are all sticky,” he murmured, laughing softly.

“You kissed me anyway,” you said.

“I’ll always kiss you,” he replied simply.

Outside, the kids shrieked with laughter as something toppled in the hallway.

And inside — the world narrowed to the warmth in your chest, the gift at your wrist, the cooling pancakes on the nightstand, and the man who’d built this chaos with you, morning by syrupy morning.

And you wouldn’t change a thing.

[bloodchapell]

castle of sand — senku i. 17: visage of time

brief summary: all the things in the dark that light brings out

what to expect: slight (barely noticeable) deviance from canon, failed attempt of a kiss 💀

your sword's note: THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE KILL ME NOW, all past and future parts + playlist of this series available on my mistresslist

"Ominous feeling in the environment, can't operate." You sat by the doors of the hut, resting your arms on the edge and looking outside. Senku took the hammer from his pocket and smacked you very softly and methodically with it, repeatedly, as if he was actually doing something. 

"Elaborate?"

"I have no elaborations." You sighed dramatically. "It's this feeling, like a hunch, but is based on nothing."

"Well some purple minion arrived from Tsukasa, that's ominous enough." 

"This is not about Gen." You interrupted immediately. "I am aware of Gen's ambiguity but I get him like a cup of water, he is no danger for us, he will be on our side in due time. This feeling is uncalled for, hence." 

"Well sorry, I can't help." A shrug from Senku. 

The iron bar was ready, sitting idly in the hut. Senku had found Chrome's copper and had melted it into a wire, which wrapped around the iron, confusingly, seemingly pointless. The only thing needed was lighting, which seemed somewhat primitive and fanciful, so you were all waiting for a storm. Suika was sitting beside you, looking around the hut, she was singing children's songs which you had taught her, clapping around while doing nothing. Senku looked at her, following along in his mind the lyrics of the songs he had learned in kindergarten with you. 

"I am thinking of cutting my hair..." You mumbled taking the strands away from your face. 

"Why?" 

"It is too hot, it gets annoying." 

And so, Suika grabbed a sharp blade and sat behind you. Senku pretended to do something else, but observed closely. 

"All done!" Suika said, walking around you to see. 

"You look like a perfectly diagonally slashed pineapple from Fruit Ninja." Senku laughed at you, putting his hand in an angle. 

"You can always be a perfectly diagonally slashed pineapple." You smiled. "I don't care that much about my appearance, especially in this stone world, but do not insinuate that my haircut —which my child did— is bad."

"Wow, a death threat, how innovative." Senku rolled his eyes. "It is okay, if you ignore symmetry and conventions of our society, but indeed Suika did her best so it is actually not bad at all."

He grabbed your face, turning it around to examine it, shrugged and let it go, to go back to his chore.

"I am somewhat bored, this is the perfect afternoon for doing so many things that are actually nothing, maybe watch a long YouTube video, or karaoke, or changing up my hair only to realize I don't like it... there is not much entertainment in this world..."

"Right!?" Gen said from the stairs. "So what is the gossip in this world? Why were you the first revived?" He climbed into the house, you were still wary of him, but in a boring world he was welcomed.

"Thinking capability...?" You asked, looking back at Senku, he nodded. 

"I don't think there is anyone else that thinks as much as she does, aside from me, for sure. If the catalyst for reviving someone with sheer willpower and nitric acid is thinking, no one else came to mind. And it worked."

"That is so sweet!" Calculated but swift, Gen knew what he was saying. Senku looked at you, you looked at him, then both sets of eyes went to Gen, a grimace lacking emotion, judgmental even. 

"No." You punctuated and that was it. 

"Sooo, how did you two get to know each other?" Gen asked with a cat smile. 

"Why is this relevant?" You asked.

"I am bored too." Gen noted like it was a simple statement, but you could see the traces of evil behind his facial facade. 

"Piece of shit." Senku nodded with a bothered smile. "We have studied together since we started studying, lived in the same apartment complex, what else...? That is about it." 

"And where does that lead us now?" Gen asked. 

"Full-time roommates, associates, archenemies even." Senku explained with detail, completely sure.

"Seems flawed." Gen said thinking. "What about this unnamed thing?"

"I'll kindly ask you to quit." You mumbled. Gen and Suika looked at each other, Suika shrugged. 

Senku avoided thinking about it, at least in that moment when he was inventorying Chrome's rocks; he had thought about it, enough, and he would think about it too once night fell, there was no point in losing neurons over the same concepts: familiarity, survival, attraction, instinct. He did not want to admit that he was also plagued, just as plagued as Chrome, as Gen, probably as Suika who in her eternal wisdom held her silence about the topic, but he was. He was plagued when he would inevitably hold you tightly in his arms when sleeping, his face pressed against your chest or vice versa, when he would glance at you and just know that even if a deity came down from heaven and made you bald, he would still find you attractive, when he would wonder why you lacked ambition when it came to romance, that was a big one. 

Factually, Senku had spent his time before conciliating sleep the last nights wondering about it; yes, he was against relationships and he thought love was illogical despite being science, but it bothered him that you were not paying attention to it, he would have noticed if you were, he would have seen your eyes flutter away from his gaze if you were getting flustered with his presence, or he would have heard a very reconditioned ramble about your feelings as a metaphor, but he did not. From your side, nothing had changed since the acknowledgement, you held him as close as before, you treated him the same as before. He wondered, and wondered, and wondered, why you didn't care for reciprocation? Or why you were fine with things being like they were? He wanted to know, but he did not want to ask. 

A loud thud from the sky. 

The villagers were talking about hiding from the wrath of the heavens, you laughed, after all lighting could kill and they were simple minded people. There was something comforting about thunderstorms. For some reason your mind wandered away as you all walked towards a mountain as per Chrome's guidance to catch some lighting. It had been a year before petrification, when Senku still hated you —allegedly not—, despite that he still crashed at your place to use your telescope, it was 3am or so, and you were watching a meteor shower together, he rambled about Leonids and you rambled about the feeling of the sky falling upon you, and then the clouds obstructed the lens and the sky roared in thunders; your words diverted to talking about the storm, and oddly, probably because of the sleep deprivation, Senku stayed quiet and listened to you. 

When you came back to reality, the rain had ceased and you were at the top of the mountain, with newly acquired strong magnets. The walk back to the village was full of chatter, Senku explaining to Chrome what to do next, Ginro mocking Kinro for the loss of his gold spear, Kohaku threatening Gen, it felt nice, but in that moment you missed the simplicity of modern life, at least from that Leonids thunderstorm.

"Still like thunders as much as ever?" Senku elbowed you softly to get your attention, it took you a second to process, but you nodded. "Tell you after?" 

"M'kay." 

He wanted to talk, chat about something stupid only you could understand, probably something modern, maybe Gen could understand too but he was still in a gray trust area, but he was busy. 

Melting more copper for the discs took some extra exploitation that thankfully Gen and Gan'en took care of. Making the generator was oddly simple, Chrome flattened the copper with corundum, Kohaku and Suika polished the edges and you covered the wire with lacquer. 

"Aren't you allergic to lacquer?" You asked, holding Senku's face. "You are going to die... and with that utterly ridiculous appearance after all! Years of farming charm, for nothing!" 

"I won't die, my farmed charm will remain in my inventory."

The generator was probably one of the easiest projects completed, forgetting the hellish iron baking and the life-endangering lighting chasing, but alas, it was done. Gen tricked Ginro and Kinro into powering the generator by insinuating that electricity could make gold and silver spears. So while they practiced, Senku and Chrome ran off to make something off bamboo while Suika, Gen and you cooked the lunch that Kohaku brought. Lunch was boring and you took a nap with Suika on the floor for an hour or so. 

The big reveal happened when it got dark. Chrome and Senku climbed to the top of the hut. You stood watching beside Gen and Kohaku, with Suika in your arms so she could see better how the light turned on once the bamboo filament entered in contact with the wires. It was a dim light that barely illuminated the thickness of the dark, it was nothing compared to neon or led lights from the city that would blind everyone, but it was so bright, it was like a star of its own realm, a star you all had built from nothing, a star to defeat the horrors of darkness, a spectacle of the world you used to know. It engulfed everyone's attention, rightfully so, even Kinro and Ginro looked at it in awe as they kept spinning the generator, and for a while everyone was silent, admiring it. Senku looked back at you, a grin of pride in his face, of accomplishment, one you reciprocated back with watery eyes; his eyes then darted to Gen, like telling you to look at him, and you did, the mentalist in complete shock, or fascination, or both. 

Everyone diverted to their own minds after that. Chrome entered the hut, Kinro and Ginro rested, Suika jumped to talk to Kohaku about it, Gen sat by a tree. Senku stayed on top of the hut, and you sat by his side. 

"That was dazzling." 

"I thought of the Leonids thunderstorm earlier." Senku said it straightforwardly. 

"Well, a rather interesting coincidence, me too. Nice memory, right?" You smiled at each other, and the silence sat with you for a while. "The light."

"What about it?"

"It's like a visage of time. Sometimes I feel like it is impossible to truly bring back civilization... not saying at all that I doubt you, but it seems so complicated in my mind. In the old world, advancements were made from things that already existed, and progress was a gradual process; we are working with nothing... it feels like it is impossible to bring back everything despite the science being there... and of course, it would not be the same, Heraclitus said it."

"The old man did, 'No man steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he is not the same man.' You are right... scientifically speaking at least, the only constant in this universe is change." 

"Well, look at you." You smiled at him. "Quoting an old master." 

"Don't get it twisted." His grin held a softness unusual to it. Your eyes followed his face, dimly with the light of the stars and the bonfire. 

"I'm proud of you." You cheered. "Not for quoting Heraclitus —well maybe a little—, but for everything; we all contributed to this, but without you it would have been a lost cause from the beginning."

"I don't care for gratification."

"Don't get it twisted, I am not thanking you for anything." Your clarification bothered him, you were right after all. "You don't need to act all cool and heartless with me, accept my words or perish, I know you have a heart buried somewhere between those science facts and witty remarks."

"Excuse me?" He asked baffled. "Unlike some others, I prefer to stay smart." 

"I think I am my own way of smart." You shrugged, pushing him sideways with your shoulder. "I am not neglecting my emotions in prowess of being cool."

"Oh you are not? Then what is up with us?"

"Refer to 'in prowess of being cool' now." You giggled. 

"Then in prowess of what?"

"Never imagined you wondered about it." A shrug from you, the night breeze blew on your asymmetrical hair. "I am fine with this. I think I have good levels of self control. I don't need anything."

"Where is your ambition?" Senku shook you, without much force.

"I don't think I have something like what people call a crush, I don't need to go on a date or hold your hand, I simply love you, it's simplistic. Regardless, it is not like you care, so...?"

After making sure to look around a few times and see that everyone was focused on their own matters, Senku nodded, but evil Senku did not stay satisfied so he pressed his hand on top of yours and leaned in close to your face.

"My! What a lovely—" Before Gen could complete his purr of nonsense, you moved away from Senku so harshly that you lost balance and inevitably rolled down from the top of the hut, falling ungraciously to the ground. 

"I'll assume that the person who fell from the slide with about the same height as a kid when we were in pre-k is fine and alive..." Senku mumbled as if his heart was not about to go out of his chest, not only because you fell but because his double-triple checking missed Gen. 

"...Alive." You mumbled too. Suika and Kohaku ran to check on you, Kohaku lifting you from the ground and sitting you up very softly. "I always thought I had dreamt falling from the slide... turns out it was real... it doesn't compare to this unraveling, but it is unassociated with the fall itself."

"Ah! I see, I know why, dear." Gen smiled, a little concerned though. 

"Gen, come here." You signaled and he knelt down, so you whispered something only audible for him to his ear and he stood up and ran to hide behind Chrome. 

"Witness aggression program, I love coercion into silence." Senku praised as he sat by your side, checking you better than his double-triple checking of the area. "Well the fun is over Kingdom, reunion now in the headquarters... Gen stays out like the family dog during a stormy night for being an asshole."

"No fair." Gen pouted.

"Sorry, animal rights have not yet been invented." Senku shrugged and walked to the hut, holding your hand. "It's for stability goddamnit, my patient here is idiotic and fragile." Senku pointed at you. 

"God dam mint." Suika repeated after Senku. 

For maybe 20 minutes, Senku talked about Gen's ambiguous moral standing to Kohaku, Chrome and Suika, while you rested defeated, too done with everything to participate and honestly drifting into sleep. You closed your eyes and heard Chrome trying to convince Gen to join because science was bad, Gen denying, Kohaku intervening, another explanation on morals that Senku butchered and you could have done better... that until Kohaku heard a noise and everyone rushed outside. 

"What happened..." At the edge of the entrance of the hut you asked. 

"Our family dog was mugged and is now dead." Senku summarized. 

"Oh." 

"Never fucking mind he is alive, we don't have to worry about explaining to Suika that not all dogs go to heaven after all." Senku sighed, logically happy that Gen wasn't dead. 

"Oh, good."

Kohaku brought Gen to the hut, and after laying him down, you saw how beaten he was. Senku prepared some herbs and placed them around his wounds and that was about it. Since Gen was too weak to give his testimony, Suika decided to go to the village to investigate, you told her to be careful and so the night ended. 

Kohaku and Chrome stayed over, just to check up on Gen, eventually you fell asleep but you felt Kohaku lying down beside you, so you instinctively hugged her. And as petty as Senku was, he laid down in the other side and pressed his back against yours very firmly just to remind you that he was there and he felt betrayed. 

Suika came back in the morning, and you all stood up at different times as if it had been a slumber party. 

"Magma...!" Suika said fidgety. 

Kohaku explained what had happened at their generational event and how she beat Magma to marry Ruri, and Suika pointed out how Gen had mislead Magma during the magnet's thunderstorm and he probably believed that Gen was the "sorcerer" that had arrived to the village. 

The day was slow, Kohaku trained with Ginro and Kinro, who agreed to join the kingdom, Chrome and Senku discussed who-knows-what and you brushed Suika's hair and talked to her about different things you considered she should know, like a basic lesson on language like the abc and showing her how to write her name. 

At night, everyone went to their huts, you walked Suika and Kohaku to the bridge and said the usual goodnights to them, then walked back to the hut. Senku was preparing some more ointments and Gen whispered something, so he leaned in to listen.

"Pfttt, fujoshis would have eat that up back in my time." You giggled pointing at them. 

"Shut up." Senku was quick to bark, but then signaled you to come closer and whispered to you. "We have a deal, all over cola."

"Ew." 

"I mean, whatever tickles his tickles." Senku shrugged and you laughed at his appropriation of your mannerisms. "Next thing we are making is glass."

"For the bottle, of course!" You said and Senku looked at you with a questioning face. "...And science-y stuff."

"Suika can't see very good, right?" Out of nowhere, Senku asked. You nodded, bothered by the fact that the small problem hindered her self worth so much. "First thing we are making is glasses for her." 

"Senku..." Moved to almost tears you said with tenderness.

"N-No don't even try it!" He said immediately. "It's for efficiency, if we level her up she will do a better job." 

His lame attempt for excuse did not permeate far and you knew the truth, so you thanked him, but at his refusal and denial of caring you launched yourself to hug him, imprisoning in your arms both as a joke and as a genuine act. 

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[huckleberrykai]

⋆౨ৎ˚ tomorrow x together masterlist ⟡˖ ࣪

by huckleberrykai :3

last updated: 11.5.25 requests? open! 🎀 = authors' favs!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ot5 headcannons + minifics <3

➵ crush crush crush ~ [what are they like when they have a crush on you?]

➵ our song ~ [mini scenarios based on taylor swift lyrics!]

➵ let's dance the night away ~ [prom with our fav boys!]

➵ call me baby ~ [nicknames you give them!]

➵ there's food at home ~ [txt as dads!]

➵ why's it spicy? ~ [txt vs your plumping lip gloss]

➵ squish ~ [txt reacting to their chubby gf in a tight outfit]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 choi yeonjun (๑>◡<๑)

➵ lost ~ [when yeonjun finds a lost child in the park while trying to clear his head, he goes on a quest to find her mom.]

➵ found ~ [after that day in the park, yeonjun decides he wants to keep you both around for a long time. - part 2 to lost!]

➵ i did something bad ~ [if you're on opposite sides, then why does it feel so good to be with him? - mafia au]

➵ dance with me ~ [trying to confess to your dance class partner on valentines day is more overwhelming than you originally thought.]

➵ are you still watching? ~ [after a long tour away from his baby, yeonjun doesn't wanna pay attention to the netflix show you were watching. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

➵ picturesque ~ [you go on a cute date with your boyfriend, who just so happened to bring his new camera.]

➵ 🎀 never been kissed ~ [your new boyfriend just wants some smooches, but you aren't sure how to tell him you've never been kissed.]

➵ comfy cozy ~ [yeonjun gets a little handsy when you surprise him with an early autumn cozy getaway for his birthday. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 choi soobin (..◜ᴗ◝..)

➵ sacrifice ~ [you spill a drink on a very pretty man in a club ~ inspired by sacrifice by bebe rexha]

➵ superstar ~ [when soobin gets the opportunity to work with you, he can't help but feel nervous.]

➵ birthday bunny ~ [just two tired horny lovers messily helping each other out. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

➵ 🎀 fight for you ~ [on your 21st birthday coronation day, you finally get to meet the knight you've been admiring for so long.]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 choi beomgyu (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

➵ 🎀 not so secret ~ [secretly dating someone in a house of six people isn't easy - especially when you wander out of his bedroom wearing nothing but his shirt.]

➵ call it what you want ~ [when you and beomgyu start dating, you aren't sure how to tell your brother soobin.]

➵ i wouldn't ask you to take care of me ~ [after returning from your honeymoon, you already have to put your vows to the test.]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 kang taehyun (˶˃⤙˂˶)

➵ 🎀 tae-tok [when your boyfriend is always touring or busy, you settle for the next best thing. tiktok boyfriend edits that his fans make.]

➵ the virtue's in the verse ~ [you become a secret admirer to the boy who never responds to your flirts]

➵ missing you ~ [taehyun wanted to surprise you by coming home early, but it turns out he got home just in time. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 huening kai (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

➵ here's to teenage memories ~ [you meet a cute boy on vacation ~ inspired by kiss me kiss me by 5SOS <3]

➵ i thought we were in love already? ~ [kai tries to think of ways to get you to like him, unbeknownst to him you've been in love with him the whole time.]

➵ you smell nice ~ [kai notices his hoodies going missing, and it isn't until he visits your apartment to stay for the weekend that he realises where they all went.]

➵ 🎀 toaster strudel ~ [kai wants to frost his favourite pastry before he eats it <3 - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

➵ pizza lover ~ [sick of playing cat and dog, kai gives you a little push to cross the barrier of best friends to more <3]

➵ can't keep my hands to myself ~ [your first time with your sweet boyfriend who can't help but think about your pretty hands - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

➵ cat and dog ~ [despite being so different, your friends think your black cat and golden retriever dynamic with your boyfriend is adorable.]

➵ memories ~ [of course being best friends with your boyfriend's sister means premium access to his childhood videos.]

➵ video games ~ [gamer bf!kai x sanrio gf!reader ~ headcanons and texts]

➵ all mine ~ [kai never considered himself the jealous type. not until he met you.]

➵ 🎀 laundry basket ~ [when kai finds his sweet precious girl with his dirty shirt in her face and her hand down her pants he has to teach her a lesson. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

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[adobe-outdesign]

Have you reviewed the Elderly color yet?

Elderly kind of felt inevitable as a colour, seeing as baby was already a thing for years. I'd say that its pretty justified too, seeing as it's not very similar to any other colours. It couldn't just be clothing either, seeing as the base colour has specific details to it like wrinkles.

However, despite the inevitability, a lot of users don't really like Elderly. I think it's in part due to the color palettes used—it's all very muted colors, and a lot of pets lack any sort of palette consistency or balancing. It also doesn't have inherent appeal to it (like baby, which is fundamentally cute).

In terms of execution, I think there are three things that make this colour work the best:

Clothes are fine, but also lean into animal-like attributes when it comes to aging instead of only human ones. See examples like the Hissi and Wocky below.

Clothes need to look age-appropriate, but they can still be decently trendy and fashionable. Alternatively, go for very "cute" outfits like oversized sweaters.

Base colours can be muted, but should still look appealing. A few wrinkles are fine, but try not to go too overboard so the base can be used for other things.

Keep the "male" and "female" counterparts equal both in concept and design. Both should look like they belong together.

I feel like pet styles would also really add something to this colour; just giving the pets unique anatomy and making them anthro (think like royal) would help things tremendously.

Elderly came out after customization, so there's no per-cusomization versions to compared.

Favorite Species:

Hissi: Elderly Hissi are by far the best elderly pets. The shed skin was already great as a concept (reptiles can have trouble shedding their skin properly as they age), but the way it forms a hat on the elderly boy? Fantastic. I also really like the outfits, which seem very age-appropriate but also look fashionable as well. Finally, the base colors are nice and not too wrinkled, so you can use them for other customizations as well.

Wocky: Converted Wockies are usually pretty weird looking, but the elderly ones are honestly pretty adorable. I like how the base colours are based on actual cats, and things like the messy fur capture the elderly look well without being too overwhelming. I also think the outfits are super cozy, and both the elderly girl and elderly boy versions feel equal to each other. Only minor quibble is that the female's hair curlers don't fit the palette and clip over the eyebrows in a weird way, but those can be removed so it's not that big of a deal.

Lenny: Following the trend set by the Hissi and Wocky, the elderly Lennies have a very pleasant set of base colors with realistic markings and palettes—and even better, they're both based on birds with long lifespans (pink cockatoo and albatross, birds which have been known to live to 70 or 80 years old). Also, the retirement ski/hiking outfits work surprisingly well on the bodies considering their unusual shape. Only minor quibble (outside of the base lacking head feathers, which I think wasn't possible to fix) is that it's weird that their beaks are wrinkled of all things.

Least Favorite Species:

Tonu: It's not that these look terrible, per say, it's more just that... like, why are they knights? Nothing about these reads as elderly. The base colours are also alarmingly zombie-esq with unpleasant palettes, and the swords just floating their is weird. On the plus side, the gold detailing looks nice and the outfits work well as crosspaints, so there's that at least.

[lotus--pond]

literally just me rewatching the starhorns bits from today and being abnormal (beware is very long)

I literally cannot with the little "aura gets there, manages to say nothing but "hey" before they basically run to Asri and he runs to meet them because he can tell star is upset and they start BAWLING... AGAIN" like its so cute and sweet and I love them and someone needs to draw that, NOW. in my heart they are hugging. in my heart of hearts and soul of souls.

things I am a sucker for in hurt/comfort: "breathe with me", "you're safe here", aforementioned holding someone and they immediately start breaking down, <- all of which happened in stream today

Asri in the tiny chair is so funny to me. he cannot sit correctly. he is far too large. someone help that big man.

Also just... Aura :( my poor guy. nothing went well for them and they're already so stressed out because at that point they had no idea where vic was and their best friend and the only person they fully trust is comatose and people they thought they were friends with just yelled at them and someone who already was not nice to them threatened to literally cut their throat out because of something they did on accident

(just to be clear, I do get where the twins are coming from. Ev's identity should have been his information to share or not share and that's an incredibly violating thing. that and, without much knowledge about how the rest of the starbound world works, it probably isn't super safe to be trans everywhere. that and its just something deeply personal. all three of them (the twins and Aura) have had an incredibly emotionally taxing two weeks or so, but especially these past few days so its understandable that they're not handling their emotions in the best of ways)

(note how I said understandable, not completely excuseable. sort of a sidenote but while many have a hard time with the whole "even if you really like this character and this other character did something that hurt them, you should look at it from multiple sides and not write them off as a complete asshole" I have a hard time with the OPPOSITE side of being like "yeah these characters have reasons for what they did, but they were still acting like assholes and should be held responsible for their actions. you're allowed to be angry or upset with the characters for their choices while still having an understanding of their motivations". listen I just feel bad being angry at characters when I know why they did what they did. listen I have really high empathy I struggle bus. so yeah, do I get why the twins are so upset? oh 100% does it still make me a lil upset and a lil angry at them because Aura is my favorite ? yeah. and that's ok) (I'm also self aware to the point of looking at myself and being like... "honey... you're allowed to not like characters... you know that right?")

both of them saying how they don't have anyone waiting for them off-planet... so like both of their parents are probably dead/ maybe estranged (see my Asrickus theory) right?

"Vesper is an asshole" -Asri. I am EATING UP the bounty hunters/twins beef. and like, Aura and Romeo have directly interacted literally once, but I feel like the whole deal with Aura is gonna be a factor in the whole beef. maybe this peace is more fragile than we thought? idk, but I'm eating it anyway (also I need to see Asri go talk to them about it, I nEED it you don't understand the beef is IMMACULATE) (also I have no doubt that Romeo would probably be on board/on a similar page to asri if for nothing else but the fact that she is already in conflict with the twins.

"and she's not gonna kill you, I'm not gonna let that happen." I think the reason the sherbs didn't have like. active love interests/active love plots was because sherb knew they were too powerful. similarly to how hehay and them having characters who are gay for each other has taken the bound fandom in a CHOKEHOLD because their combined powers are just too much (Also similar vein to the last post I made about how I like the specific kind of protective Vic is about Aura because it is similar. Aura protection squad. them and the TBELT because most all of them were ready to square up)

"I just thought that if I did something for her she would be less mad at me" (sorry idk when this became line by line analysis but you clicked read more and you can stop whenever you want I'm not sorry you brought this upon yourself) but oh my Aura you and your people pleasing tendencies. Unfortunately people like Vesper are not so easily swayed, but star has no idea how people work. Star's only friend for a long time was a literal star. so you know. not human. they are trying this human interaction thing for like. basically the first time. they have a lot to learn (I use the term human very broadly. intelligent light forms more like)

"I think she either sees me as... weak and pathetic or a liar" "if that's all she sees then she's clearly not looking hard enough" LIKE I SAID. FAR TOO POWERFUL.

OH THE FLOWER FIELD I CANNOT. THE FAVORITE FLOWERS. AURA BRINGING HIM THERE AND IMMEDIATELY STARTING TO SMILE AND LAUGH AND BE HAPPIER I JUST LOVE THEM.

I love that they go esplorin together. they are such lil esplorers and Aura has a bunch of fun places they want to show him and eventually Navi and that's so sweet. I am a SUCKER for when characters see another thing and immediately think of/want to show it to another character. I need to watch them go and show the other places I cry about it

also the "thank you for trusting me" "thank you for being here"

also Aura making sure to grab Asri's favorite flower on the way out <3

anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk, I do not plan on being any less abnormal about them anytime soon so you'll just have to suffer through my ramblings tehe<3

[pinkyqily]

Summary: Your football season doesn't end the way you want but the ray of sunshine of a girlfriend you have makes sure to tell you otherwise.

Warning: nun just cute fluff, Lolo being an understanding and amazing gf, short fic, Angst at the beginning.

KYI'S RADIO: By popular demand here is the Lauren fic as always my apologies for posting this late not very authorish of me, happy reading readers and as always feedbacks are appreciated love y'all down bad 😛💕

𐑺 Lauren betts m.s 𐑺

You were hurt by this lost, first game of the season everything already going the wrong way for you and your teammates.

From start to finish, you just felt a wave of nausea as the game started, getting a feeling that it wouldn't end well.

And it didn't end well at all.

Defense being in shambles, leading to the other teams' attackers being able to mark target shot on goal, you not being able to block them, your teams strikers not being to get anywhere close to getting shot everything felt like it falling down slow motion wise.

Yelling wasn't going to do much so you tired your best but it wasn't enough to secure the first season win.

The locker room vibes weren't it. No one said a single word and just kept to themselves. All you wanted to do was just shrink.

As a gk, it was your job to block all those goals, but you couldn't. You had no energy left to drive and so you ordered a Uber to take you home.

You couldn't stand the judgemental look you kept getting, all that stress made you forget about how your girlfriend was visiting you so you where quite surprised to see her once you entered your apartment but felt a sense of comfort.

You couldn't hold in your tears any longer and just broke down crying on spot. she came closer to you and held wrapped her arms around you. as you sob your pain away

"Hey, it's okay. It's just the first game of the season you don't need to stress yourself out on it". Even though what she said was true tears just kept falling down your dark chocolate like skin.

You could only a get few words out through your crying.

"I know, but it just feels like everyone is super disappointed in me."

"Your feelings are justified but I don't think they are most of them are just gonna be mad at there own performance". She told you

"You're probably thinking I don't get you but I do, there's gonna be times like this in our career where all it feels like is we're disappointing so many people but everything is gonna be okay".

You where finally able to calm down a little bit after what lo said.

"Your big head always knows the right thing to say huh". You spoke looking up at her with a smile on your face she always knew what to say making you feel better.

You both stayed that way for a while until you had to go change into something more comfy. You both had made way to your bed looking sofa.

Lauren made sure to listen to you rant about the game without interrupting you, only spoke when she needed to cause her presence being there for you meant more than anything to you in that moment.

She brushed your braids out of your face and helped you put your bonnet on seeing that they were covering all over your face. The both of you feel deep into sleep with you laying on top of lauren having each other's legs wrapped around each other.

Just like music, Lauren was like the rhythm to it always finding a way back no matter the circumstances.

[midnight---hollow]

IM A LIAR! A liar 😭 i said i was nonchalant but these two are rotting my brain just as much as veezul is. I just really like how sweet they are together i think they fit each other really well. I dont think this is what actually happens when rose leaves but this audio was to cute to not do + i think they would have a moment before she leaves

(Im gonna yap about them under the read more cus i love them so much ^^)

Riddle while he is very headstrong and sure of himself is quite oblivious when it comes to having a crush, while rose has had crushes before at this point she doesnt care for romance that much she just wants someone to be close to and will take their time with her because girl she is going through alot rn. I think they are both stable and unstable enough to balance the other out and i also think they would just have cute puppy love and be nerds and i love them so so so much ik im the one who made roses life hell but i cant help but like seeing her happy aswell ^^

Im gonna make a separate post about this later but their ship song is “so this is love” from Cinderella cus its about experiencing true love for the first even if it doesnt start out as romantic love persay and just being in the moment of feeling love and yes i have a Cinderella au in the works. I watched this deepdive into cinderella and Prince Charmings relationship and i folded so hard its literally them frfr. they are gonna kill me with how sweet they are

[forsaken-headcanons]

Mod Nooby always likes my headcanons, I might make a name for myself just so they can read my asks again easier (then again, I might be projecting. I read my own asks and the responses to them many times. Can’t help myself.)

More BetrayedSailors hcs! Yippee!

-Gasharpoon is Korean. He’s fluent in the language, as well as English, and knows conversation level language for at least 5 others. Gasharpoon will tell Betrayed she loves it in all of them.

-Gasharpoon is fond of pet names. She’ll call Betrayed “my treasure” “my jewel” “my emerald” “dearest” “beloved” and those same things in Korean. Betrayed doesn’t use pet names for the most part, but he’ll use beloved occasionally.

-At first, Betrayed HATED the fact that they felt love towards Gasharpoon, but after a silly (dramatic, emotional, and destructive) thing happened between them, he kinda just broke down in front of her and started to accept how he felt after that.

-I’m accepting Mod Nooby’s coolkid makeshift family hc as mine now. Coolkid calls Betrayed mom and Gasharpoon 조상 (josang). I intended for the term to be “parent”, but Google translate likes turning it into “father” despite the fact that father is completely different according to the same thing. It still means parent, but father is still a relevant translation somehow. Parent, father, whatever. Coolkid already called Betrayed mom for a bit now, which she’s fine with (she goes by any/all pronouns/labels, after all) but he didn’t know what to call Gasharpoon, so it suggested something for him. Coolkid really likes the unique name, he thinks it’s fun to say.

-Betrayed is touch starved, and Gasharpoon is more than happy to oblige if they need any physical contact whatsoever.

-Gasharpoon is the most loyal motherfucker. Will IMMEDIATELY leave the room if anyone tries to flirt with him or anything. May even get angry and lash out at them in response. Or he’ll just ignore them with disgust and contempt. Betrayed reacts similarly.

-Both are very protective over each other.

-They have dedicated alone times with each other. They’ll sit at a certain spot in the killers’ area, near where they first met, near some water, and have deep conversations and talk about feelings and spend lots of time in each others’ presence. It’s very relaxing, especially considering the chaotic situation they’re both in.

-Gasharpoon was the one who started holding hands. It makes him/means he feels safe with you.

-Betrayed is angrily tearing everyone to shreds and Gasharpoon is smiling and watching in the background, falling more in love.

I have many more :)

ohmagodobess,.., more betrayedsailors,.,. holding them close /silly

what if gashar also calls betrayed his emerald... bc.... gren... HJAGSD SORRY THESE ARE SO CUTEE WE AHAVE NO WORDS

UH UH UH. WANNA ADD ON TO THE C00LKIDD INCLUSION THING (YIPPEEYIPPEE!). c00lkidd has a drakobloxxer phase yea... what if, bc of this, he likes drawing the people he's happy with as lil drakoblox versions. 1x is already a skelebloxx. gasharpoon... gaSHARKpoon... heh.d. do you see our vision

one day c00lkidd proudly delivers a lil drawing of gasharkpoon and suddenly he might be getting bombarded with affection the next day who knows /silly (< we do not know any limbus company lore)

two insane fuckers in love and their even more insane found-family toddler. love them all som uchdakjhsdkljagolhlj;lk /VVPOS

[e-squared-what-is-my-life]

Seeing the abundance of people shipping coral glasses and Rena, just like imagine someone assumes and it either gets Ena insecure or Rena being like "huh? Nah, my wife's over there and is like 10x more pretty" "bitch did you call me ugly?" "I said what i said"

Get Ready for Some Angst!

Anyone who knew ENA was very aware that the poor woman had very little self esteem. Though she hid it well behind her Happy Face, there were times when her Sad Face would let her true feelings peek out into the open. According to RENA, this was called "Wearing your heart on your sleeve", which confused ENA considering how her sleeves were short. How was she supposed to wear her heart on something that doesn't exist? That didn't make much sense!

Beyond that, however, ENA did her best to smile in even the most uncomfortable of situations, and she'd become good at it over time. Meeting RENA made her more confident, and dating the soldier made her feel something she hadn’t experienced in quite a while.

She felt like she was worth something.

Most who met the couple when they were together could easily tell that they made each other happy. It didn’t take more than one interaction or curious listen-in to determine that. There were some, however, who took some time to realize that the two ENAs were in a relationship, and certain things were liable to be said because of that.

"Oh, your baby is so cute! Who's the father? I bet she looks just like him!"

"I know the perfect person who can handle your attitude! You'll absolutely love her, her name is-"

"Oh! You two are... together? In a relationship? Willingly?"

"How could someone as depressing as you have landed a goddess like her?"

"You should break up. There's no way you're giving that ENA the happiness she deserves."

There's no way you're giving her the happiness she deserves.

And didn't that just sting?

No, it didn't sting, it hurt, agonizingly so. Knowing that there were people who both inwardly and outwardly believed ENA should leave RENA because they just "Didn't seem compatible". RENA, of course, was always ready and willing to squash the little bug that eagerly fed on ENA's worries, and while it helped, there was still the tiniest hint of doubt hidden away.

Which only got worse in less than ten minutes.

ENA and Claire had been invited over by Froggy to cheer on RENA during some sparring competition with Coral Glasses. He explained that it was always important to keep employees brushed up on their knowledge of the job, and that this also helped get any anxious energy out. ENA eagerly agreed, packing everything she and Claire would need for a day in RENA's world and humming a little tune to express her excitement.

"Babe, it's just a sparring match." RENA chuckled as she watched her beloved try to desperately decide on which baby food to take. "She prefers sweet potato when she's out, hon."

"Thank you, dear. I would have been here all day trying to decide!" ENA chirped, giggling at the multitude of kisses pressed onto her cheek.

"Trust me, I know." RENA hummed, snagging a piece of toast from ENA's plate and strutting away with a smirk as ENA whined and complained. "You weren't eating it! Can't waste bread; it's valuable here."

"I was saving it fow later." ENA huffed, crossing her arms petulantly. She glanced over upon hearing Claire blow a raspberry, immediately cheered up by the sight of their daughter finding genuine delight in pointing at her reflection in her bottle of orange juice. "Such an innocent soul, I cannot believe we spent so much time apart and without you!"

"Hey! Why don't you talk to me like that?" Now it was time for RENA to be petulant, a frown visible even behind the toast that hung from her mouth.

"I tell you how much I adore your presence in my life every day, love." ENA chuckled, taking her turn to smirk and look at RENA deviously. "In more ways than one~"

RENA choked on the toast with a loud "ACK!", slamming a fist against her chest as she blushed and tried to regain herself. "Don't say shit like that! I have to be focused!"

"Apologies, dear. I shall keep my affections to a minimum."

"Hold on, I didn’t say you needed to do that."

The couple shared a loving laugh and a few kisses, pressing kisses to both of Claire's cheeks and watching with absolute adoration as she squealed with glee.

Things were good.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Okay, things were no longer good.

ENA held a hand over her mouth to silence the cries that desperately wished to escape. Her heart ached and her stomach twisted into rancid knots, reminding her endlessly and ruthlessly of what drove her to hide in this dark, cold crevice in the first place.

The spar had started off quite well, RENA was landing hit after hit, and while it was clear she was holding back, Coral took each one like a champ. The typically anxious woman was quick and light on her feet, knew how to strategize based upon each attack she received, and even landed a few good hits of her own.

"She is quite good at this." Suspicious Man had commented, watching with the rest of the group (ENA, Claire, Dratula, Kane, Froggy, Taski Maiden, and a trio of witches who said they knew RENA) as the fight grew more and more intense over time.

"YEAH! KICK HER ASS!" Taski cheered, letting out a wild sputtering sound as she leapt up and down.

ENA wasn't sure who either of them were talking about, but she didn't think she'd care either way. She believed in her wife, and that's all that mattered.

"Oh, they make such a cute couple." One of the witches cooed, gaining ENA's attention briefly. "So perfect for each other! I couldn't imagine a better looking duo!"

"I agree!" Another witch chimed. "I wouldn't be surprised if that ENA finally settled down; it would be quite the relief, especially knowing she's with someone who can match her in this field."

"Now, ladies, do quiet down. I'm trying to watch these cuties dance!" The third witch huffed. "They're such a perfect match! I doubt anyone could make them happier."

That was the straw that broke the metaphorical camel's back, driving ENA to hand Claire to Froggy (he was the only one she trusted to properly care for the baby in her absence) before rushing off without making too much of a scene. She swore she'd heard someone ask if something was wrong, but she didn't think she'd be able to answer without bursting into tears.

Which is exactly what led to now.

ENA had wandered back through the corridor and hidden in one of the many crevices in the walls. It was a tight fit, so much so that she’d had to take her head off so she could fit, and that only made her feel worse. She sniffled and sobbed as quietly as she could manage, not wanting to draw attention to herself or her tantrum.

Why couldn't she just be normal for once?

"ENA? ENA! Damn it, ENA, say something!" RENA's frantic calls rang throughout the hall, earning her shouts of annoyance and frustration from the casino patrons that she blatantly ignored. "Where are you?!"

ENA whimpered, holding her yellow arm out to flag RENA down without drawing any other unnecessary attention to them. She frowned as RENA gasped and practically broke through the sound barrier to close the distance between them, now feeling ten times worse for leaving the event behind.

"I'm sowwy." ENA sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with RENA despite the fretting she was doing. "I'm being stupie again..."

"What? No, no! You're not- Why are you saying you're stupid?" RENA asked, having grown used to the baby talk ENA's Sad Face insisted on using. "You know that's not true, baby."

"I wan away fwom your spaw." ENA whined, covering her eyes with a frustrated groan. "You were about to win! I know you were!"

"As sweet as the sentiment is, my love, I must inform you that Coral bested me. It was a surprise, but a welcome one."

"Well if you think she's so impwessive, why don’t you mawwy her instead?!" ENA cried, gasping and slamming her mouth shut the moment she realized what she’d said. "Oh, I didn't mean dat! I don't want you to weave me!"

"ENA... Honey, where is all of this coming from?" RENA asked, at a complete loss of why her darling was so upset. "Was it something I said or did?"

"No! It... It was... UGH! I don't know how to expwain it!" ENA dug her fingers into her scalp, going on and on about her frustration with herself until RENA quite literally took her head and held it close. "It isn't faiw. Why don't people think you can be happy wit' me? Am I a bad wife?"

RENA finally managed to put the pieces together, feeling like an absolute ass for the way she seemed to be completely oblivious to ENA's dismay. This wasn’t something new, that much was obvious, and it had clearly been stewing in ENA's mind for quite a while.

"I thought I was doing evewything wight. But no one thinks I make a good wife. They tell me I'm making you sad." ENA closed her eyes to keep from seeing RENA's reaction, under the genuine impression that her fears wouldn't be unfounded. "I don't wanna make you sad..."

"My love, you could never make me sad." RENA assured. "Unless you did something stupid like die, but that's not happening on my watch."

ENA giggled at RENA's confidence, sniffling a few more times before her Happy Face was able to take over. "Deepest apologies, love. I have no idea what came over me."

"I doubt that, but okay." RENA hummed, not wanting to start a fight immediately after calming ENA down. "Now, what say we gather ourselves and get back to Claire, hmm? I have a feeling she misses her mommy."

"Both of us, dear." ENA replied, eyes lidding as her energy started to deplete. She always loved it when RENA held her, even in awkward positions like this.

RENA nodded, standing and helping ENA's body crawl out of the crevice before placing her head back into its orbit. "There, let’s get back, shall we?"

"Gladly." ENA replied, content with the newly calm environment. She walked with RENA for a good while, humming as she was suddenly stopped in her tracks by RENA gripping her arm. "Darling?"

"C'mere for a second." RENA gently instructed, smiling with genuine delight as ENA did as told. She watched as the slightly shorter woman stopped in front of her with the cutest look of confusion etched into her features.

"My love, what's- MMPH!" ENA couldn't stop the surprised yelp that was quickly muffled by RENA's lips on her own. It was a clumsy kiss at first, but then evolved (and inevitably devolved) into a passionate and fiery kiss. ENA moaned into RENA's mouth, a blush decorating her face as the two separated, joined together afterwards by nothing more than a thin line of static from their mouths. "What... What was-"

"THIS IS MY WIFE, YOU REPROBATES!" RENA suddenly screamed, keeping a tight hold on ENA as the shorter squeaked in surprise. "The most beautiful woman in the world, and 10- No, 100 times prettier than whoever you think I'm married to!"

"Oh, my!" The first witch exclaimed, muttering along with her sisters at the revelation. "Sincerest apologies, dear."

"We didn’t expect two ENAs to work so well together." The second witch hummed.

"Your baby is quite adorable!" The third chimed, pointing to Froggy and Claire, who appeared to be... negotiating about a spoonful of food?

What in the Six Rings?

"Good, now everyone is up to date." RENA confidently stated, a smug smile on her face. "No one else is to upset my wife with your stupid assumptions! Otherwise, you're DEAD!"

Everyone nodded to some extent, which seemed to make RENA quite content. It was only after Coral furrowed her brow that a confused expression was shared between the couple.

"Did you just call me ugly?" Coral asked.

"I said my wife is 100 times prettier. By default, that makes you 100 times not as pretty." RENA replied, enjoying the increasingly confused looks on everyone's faces. "I said what I said."

"Okay?" Coral muttered, unsure of what to make of the odd statement.

Meanwhile, ENA happily nuzzled against RENA, ignoring the smell of sweat and copper in favor of savoring the heat of a well worked body.

Once again, all was good.

[boxwinebaddie]

rip in honor of an anon who asked me to have ravenstan and jerseykyle write them something cute ( smh jk )

this never fails to be funny to me

[amelikos]

Dot's Welcamo protecting Liko's Nyarote in next week's preview..

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

hate how im now at a point where im legit like kicking my legs and grinning like an idiot over fictional characters SEND HELP

[yuwuta]

inuokko.... yuu2... yuwuta do i dare ask you how you feel about okkofushi next?

ofc you can but be prepared for me to be very unnormal about everything mentioned in this ask 😁😁🤒

[screampied]

𝜗𝜚 B- BIRTHING HIPS ?!

☆ sum. no one expects the pretty sweet wife ( you ) to have such good birthing hips! not even him. gojo, toji, sukuna, nanami, choso, geto.

wc. 5.9k

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationships, ex-husband! toji, semi-public (nanami), bręeding, riding him ‘till he breaks, cowgirl + reverse, cęrvix kissing, reader with the STAMINAAA, (1x) usage of "mistress", squīrting, ass worship, spīt, shotgunning (toji), size kinks.

SATORU ★ GOJO.

“h- hah, ooh sweets,” satoru would swallow thickly, every sticky digit on his fingerprints tightly gripping into the bare soft flesh of your fidgeting ass.

you swerved in seductive circles, maintaining direct eye contact while he’s stuffed inch after fat inch inside of you.

as hurried, shallow pants leave his glossed lips, satoru gives your ass a playful little spank, encouraging your tempo to accelerate with quicker hits against his lap.

“when you said you.. had a birthday present for me i-” and his voice sheepishly lowers, feeling an incoming moan travel its way up his parched throat at you suddenly surprising his face with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses. “i didn’t think y’meant your ah- hips..”

“you complaining, ‘toru?” you’d cheekily hum, combing a few fingers through his perfect hair. your ears instinctively perked at the cute, small sound of satoru’s mewl just from you running a few digits down his overly tender scalp.

your cunt was just sooo unfair-

it swallowed each inch, feeling your gripping walls wring him tight like a vice every single time..

you even spot sparkly tears glossing on his glittery lashes from the immense, raw pleasure.

“n- no! no, ‘m never complaining, promise,” he’d speak in a rush, melting right as your lips sneak a wet kiss against his mouth. a string of saliva cowardly runs away from both pairs of shimmery lips before you feel him shiver underneath you.

you were perfect- and satoru was the one who thought he had the most stamina. in reality, though, it was you. the two of you ended up losing track of time—and it’s probably been hours upon hours of you riding your husband into straight blissful oblivion.

you’re so up close that you had a clear view of him, drinking up his pretty, vocal moans as you attack his lips once again with a three-second kiss. “a- ah, i just—” he stammers, pawing sweaty palms at your ass.

you were just so ruthless- your rear, your hips, your fuckin’ knees… you just knew no bounds..

you rolled your waist in a way where it gave him a plethora of shivers. you moan, feeling the prints of his sticky fingertips dig into your skin as his tip thrashes its way around your cunt. “i.. i forgot- forgot- what i was gonna,” he’d whine, whitish brows curling into an arch. “my god-” he hiccups.

just as your hips dip inward, proudly taking in every fat inch inside of you deeply, he knew that this was it.

satoru was seeing white—not only seeing white, but he was shooting it too.

creamy gooey wads that drizzled inside of your cunt, filling you to the very brim with his lustrous knot. his cum pours inside of you oh-so sloppily and you gasp as your jittery legs forcibly cling onto his thighs like paste.

sharp pounds of skin were rough - barbarically slamming against each other at full speed even while he was still cumming.

with the sole help of your hips, you’d turn the strongest into the whiniest..

he’s whining once he continues to spray such thin ribbons inside of you, filling your cunt to capacity with seed as his right thigh grows limp.

satoru’s flushed- and his jaw was cutely dropped with his eyes bulging wide out of their sockets. it was as if your ass moved in slow motion—you were still riding him but the temp was much, much slower..

his long limbs slowly spread themselves apart as you straddled over him, staring intently into his eyes with an impish smile. satoru’s panting just as much as you. you peer at how his snowy-white hair’s all ruffled - nearly matted as he awkwardly runs a hand through.

“aw,” you’d press another kiss against his twitching mouth, feeling his naturally glossed lips tremor beneath yours. it was so, so much- and your cunt stored every velvety drop. satoru felt your ass greedily rounding itself back onto his leaking cock as you planted your palms on his chest.

his heart-

it’s racing, and he could barely even look you in the eye. satoru was embarrassed, but he didn’t want you to stop. not now - not ever.

you knew that for a fact because a small pout started to crease against his thin pink lips once, he felt your hips coming to a devastatingly slow. “why’s the pout, birthday boy? still not satisfied?”

“h.. how can i not be with those unfair hips,” satoru moans, taking pauses for each gulping breath as if was going to be his last.

strong, brawny arms wrap around your waist before he pulls you close, feeling a bubbly white ring coat its way around his thick base. satoru grunts at your hips coming to their final concluding stop, and he smacks a hand against your ass.

he looks down between the white mess that paints between thighs, moaning at the sight of your stuffed cunt before sighing deeply. “mhm- so perfect. h- happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”

as you writhe around his cock that’s still languidly emitting out such thick ropes from the gummed inside, you pepper his face with kisses. satoru moans at your touch as his hands reel your hips back into him.

“y’know, for the strongest, you really gotta work on your stamina,” you tease, watching that same pout gloss against his lips. satoru’s groaned silently as he pumped you full of chalky amounts that forevermore continued to ooze down the sides of your legs. you hovered over him, brushing a soft thumb over his cheek before leaning in to whisper against the shell of his ear. “how ‘bout we do every round for every year you turned, including today?”

“heh- sweets,” satoru tilts his head, doing the quick math in his head for about a millisecond before he pulls you into his beefy chest. a scarred hand guides a warm path down your arched back as he inhales your scent—huskily grunting into your neck before chuckling. “then we’d be goin’ for like.. thirty-four rounds.”

“exactly,” you coo, and satoru ogles as you remove his blindfold that lazily hung just above his eyes. bawling it into your first - you put it into his mouth and he lets off a muffled groan. satoru falls back against the satin-covered pillows of the bed with the flesh of your bare ass still in his hand before he blinks thrice.

oh.. you looked so pretty..

towering over him like this when it’s usually the other way around.

satoru leans into your touch once you tenderly cup his face, winding up your bucking hips by introducing that beloved teeth-shattering thrust that never failed to drive him crazy.

“ngh- lie back,” and satoru starts to moan continuously with his blindfold clogging his throat before you start to ferociously slam your hips onto his lap. “let’s s.. start from the beginning though, round one, birthday boy.”

TOJI ★ FUSHIGURO.

bleary-eyed and hazed, toji groans, staring at how perfectly your ass effortlessly tossed itself back against him..

in the background of the dimly lit room with a few exceptions of lit candles, some old western movie played in the ambience. he couldn’t keep his attention on the vintage film anyway, not when you were riding him so so good.

“fuckin’ shit, babygirl,” he’d lean back, hooking a beefy arm around your waist. as you lean in close, your soft right cheek tickles against his prickly growing stubble. a stubby rolled blunt sticks out between his teeth as grassy eyes his continued to droop from his erotic high.

your hips were insane - and every gruesome swerve of your ass gives him whiplash. “remember when you…hah- used ‘ta ride me like this on our honeymoon? heh, don’t tell me y’er still in love.”

“mmng- shut up, toji,” you’d moan, clawing a hand at his dingy white tank. toji feels your eyes lingering on him and you can visibly see that haughty smirk wickedly trying to carve its way against his crooked lips.

oh, how you loathed him.

you told yourself it was supposed to be the last time, but the last time always turns into one more, then two more, then three..

but that of course never happened.

the abnormally thick tension between you both forever grew. as you leaned against his hairy chest that was protected with the thin fabric of his tank top, you took the blunt from his lips before faintly inhaling the pungent smell.

“just shut up,” you’d whisper against the shell of his ear. toji grunts once the ruddy crown of his cock sloppily rams its way deeper further. your hands meet his chest and toji drops back, staring at you with a raised brow as you pin his beefy arms over his head. your hips continued to be robust, creating such vigorous thrusts that it made him clench his teeth in longing desire. “n’ let me ride you.”

“y…yes, ma’am,” toji breathes, his voice shifting more raspy from each direct hit of your deliciously springy hips. your cunt was just so precise, and his swollen tip repeatedly mashed its way thoroughly into your pulsating g-spot. it uses that pretty spot—imagining it’s a target and he hits it perfectly, bullseye every time.

the lightning-shaped veins ran through his bare arms as you held them over his head, dragging your bouncy ass back ‘n forth until he groans.

it was just something about your body that hypnotized him. your hips practically rolled into toji, moaning against his lips until hot smoke poured between the pried open cracks of his lips.

it lands against your tongue—and it’s flavorless, but you playfully lick the corner of his lip, feeling him shiver underneath you. “goddd- those fuckin’ hips. work ‘em, girl, fuuuck . . me.”

the way your pussy was just so sloppy too. the mere definition of wet. your slick clings against toji’s hefty sack like there was no tomorrow.

you had a watery grip that always made toji loll his eyes in lewd elation. the bed was almost louder than the combined moans of you both, and it even seemed like its constant groans and yelps were trying to compete.

“not so cocky now when you’re close, hm?” you’d airily whisper, feeling toji’s arm trying to flop itself back down. you grab his wrist, hearing the cute stubborn smack of his lips at your abrupt hold. “ahhh- touch, but no looking, baby.”

“bratty girl,” toji cocks his head, the lump in his throat nearly having him gasp for air. your hips were simply not fair - and pretty soon, he was coming close. your cunt’s wetly swallowing the entirety of his stout cock, twirling around his lap before viciously slamming down on his cock repeatedly.

your sweet, harmonic-like moans were pitchy and loud, but between your legs—you were far far louder. you swerved in erratic arcs, and each squelch that left from your pussy sounded wetter every time. you watched how toji’s defined abs bleed through his tank. “fine then. make me fuckin’ cum - c’mooon,” and he sharply brings a hand toward your ass. “make y’er lovin’ doting husband proud, yea?”

“and you call me the brat,” you’d grumble, leaning back in to swap the rest of the puffed smoke that lingered in his mouth. toji snickers, feeling your ass than its way in each ‘n every direction. your rhythm was just… perfect!

you’re moving in circles, you’re moving forward, hell, you even toss your ass backward just to watch his leafy eyes roll to the backs of their sockets. your cunt’s just profusely dripping wet, and he could feel you soaking from the inside at each sloppy bounce of your berserk hips.

toji’s trying to keep up his cocky façade, but with your unpredictable movements—he was screwed. “heh- atta girl, that’s my girl. ‘m all yours ‘n y’know know it,” he grunts, bruising your cervix repeatedly with smooch after smooch with the help of his plump tip. toji’s got your hips firmly by the palms, bouncing you harder on his hardened cock to make you babble out his name like it was its own sort of chant.

‘toji toji toji!’ was all you could whine out with your head empty and dumbed down from putting your hips to work.

“mhm- even if divorced, this pretty pussy always knows who it belongs t— fuck!”

mid-sentence, toji ends up cumming at that beautiful sharp smack of your ass that makes him nearly choke on a hoarse grunt. his grip against the fat of your ass loosens and his cock’s growing weak and soft, trying to retreat itself out of your pussy. it’s thin, slimy ropes that end up tangling with your treacly juices create a lewd cobweb that glues against both fleshy mounds. “mhm, soo fuckin’ good, toji,” you’d moan, slowing the rocking of your unsteady hips as he finally succumbs to his high.

the movie still quietly plays in the background, and you lean in—snatching the blunt out of his lips before kissing him. the taste of earthy, spiced smoke lands on your tongue once he returns the sloppy gesture, groaning into your mouth as he’s dumping load after hot load into you. “mmph-,” toji shivers, feeling your arms run down his beefy biceps, feeling all over his ripped body.

you couldn’t lie- you kind of missed him. kind of..

your hips still buckled and the friction makes him hiss against your teeth. “goddamn, i can’t.. feel my legs, baby girl,” he grumbles, tilting his head back slightly once your hips dip forward. “can’t stop . . cummin’ fuck-”

“seems like we gotta work on that stamina, old man,” you’d sneer, wriggling your ass once the last final spurts of cum fill inside of you. toji’s eyes then suddenly narrow at you, and you grin before he sits up. “what?”

“old man?” he repeats.

“yeah, old m-”

and it’s almost comical how you were literally straddling his lap—and now, you’re laid flat on your back with your knees rudely shoved up to the top of your chest. there’s a carnal look in toji’s eyes, and you gulp once you glance down at his feverishly hot cockhead that’s weeping with pearly droplets of dried cum.

“yeah, okay,” he grouses, earning a sweet moan from you once his tip harshly smacks against your tender opening.

toji spits on his palm before spanking your pussy, feeling you writhe in anticipation before he pulls your legs further back. his body hovers over you before he sticks his slick-covered fingers in his mouth for just a second to get a taste—aligning his fat tip before snickering at how eager you were to open up for him again already.

“let’s see just how quickly this ‘old man’ can break his pretty wife’s pussy then, hmm? just like old times, baby.”

NANAMI ★ KENTO.

if it was anything nanami kento despised more than constantly working day ‘n night at the office on constant repeat, drowning in piles of paperwork and getting his ear talked off by calls was leaving his pretty horny wife unsatisfied.

“sweetheart-” nanami timidly groans, slouching back against his rickety office chair. you were just nasty with your hips, slapping your ass against his cock that’s repeatedly reaching deep deep deep angles with little to zero effort.

it makes nanami pull on his checkered tie that’s a tad bit loose, tapping his heel against the wooden-cold floor. “ ‘m still…on the job,” and his voice pitches huskier from each languid stroke. your gaping cunt was hungrily sucking him in, flawlessly bruising your cervix with a multitude of french kisses. “but actually, this is . . better than staring at a computer screen all day.”

“yeaah?” you whisper, sneaking your spit-glossed lips near his chin. your body was straight-up sensual. nanami couldn’t keep up with the constant bouncy reel of your hips and the way you grind so lovingly against him.

the buckles of nanami’s belt clang as you rut against his lap, rubbing against the slim fabric of his pulled-down slacks.

as the office chair turned and swiveled, so did your hips. every few seconds, nanami would peek through blurred peripherals and hope no one would walk by his secluded cubicle.

“so paranoid, baby. hey, look at me, hey-” and as your hands crawl their way toward nanami’s chiseled cheeks, fawn eyes lock against yours within an instant. he’s sweating bullets, and you moan at the feeling of his cold watch band ghosting down your skin. “mhm, good. eyes up here, all on me. eyes on your poor wife who hasn’t been touched alllll day.”

“hah- more like.. you touch yourself by video calling me while showin’ off the toys i buy you,” nanami sighs, preventing himself from eye-rolling at the cunning grin that’s trying to compress against your lips. he was right though, whenever nanami was at work and you were at home—you’d call him, sometimes video call.

sliding your hands down your body… touching yourself while wearing his work clothes… purposely making a bit of a mess on his side of the bed too.

“can’t help it when my husband looks like you,” you whisper, leaning further forward so that your tummy’s pressed up against his tailored button-up. his cologne was always loud, he was wearing one of your favorites too.

it always smelled like a mixture of dirty cinnamon and rich, seductive chocolate. nanami quietly grunts, low eyes peering at his bright computer screen that had dozens of tabs open.

so overworked..

but he couldn’t lie—your hips always knew how to relieve his stress, make him forget all about his important tasks and documents he had to go over. your cunt’s just so greedy though.

every pump of his cock hastily drives through you at high speed, hips steadily forming such rough collisions with each crashing thrust. with the way you were riding him, he started to have thoughts of getting you pregnant. “f- fuuck.” he’d groan, sexily tilting his head to the left once your lips made their way onto his skin. you’re soft- creating a trail of invisible kisses as you rode him so good that he didn’t even notice his phone was suddenly ringing.

brrrriiiiiiinnng!

it’s the office phone—and it’s the same, high-pitched ringtone like always that was merely akin to nails on a chalkboard. “mmh- important phone call, ‘ken. must be important,” you’d teasingly moan, bringing your rocky hips to a brief pause. nanami groans in annoyance at the interruption, stretching his split knuckles one by one. with a lively hum, you playfully pout. “ ‘s okay, i can always…wait-”

“no- no,” nanami grumbles, soft brown eyes nearly rolling back due to the thick gaping stretch of his cock mending your insides with such ease. he pulls you into him, giving your ass a needy squeeze. lowly whispering into your ear, nanami sighs before answering the phone. “be a . . good girl ‘n keep those hips movin’ sweetheart. i’ll be quick.”

“yes, sir.” you’d play along, feeling his dick twitch between your saturated folds—and oh, you knew that made him hard. secretly, you knew nanami always did have a sir kink.

your ass slammed into nanami’s lap violently, and he’s feeling himself grow weaker and weaker the more your weight presses on top of him. “nanami, speaking,” he’d gruffly answer, trying to conceal his pantingly deep breaths.

you couldn’t really hear much except gibberish, but you started to get louder the more his mushroomy tip vertically drags its way down your sopping cunt. ‘mmph!’ after ‘mmph!’ would come out of you—and you were so vocal that he had to put a palm over your mouth.

nanami deadpans, clearly knowing what you were up to. “uh.. uh huh, i see,” he continues, groaning once his cock slides its way near your clit, tapping near your slick entrance before sloppily ‘popping!’ itself back out.

you bring a hand toward his veiny cock, slipping it back in before you then realize—you’re drooling all over his palm. “nasty.. girl,” he whispers under his breath, forgetting that he had someone on the other line.

the colleague on the other line said something along the lines of ‘what the…’ and nanami quickly backtracked. “ahem- i mean, yes. that sounds good. i should be free… monday.”

with the conversation coming to a close after a few overly prolonged seconds, nanami ends up cumming mid-conversation. the phone ends up dropping against his desk, and nanami groans, wrapping his arms around you while spewing out hot masses of cum.

“fuck- fuck sweetheart, oh, m- my,” he’d stammer, blond brows twisting together at the feelings of elation. it’s fiery hot - seeping deeply into your core so much that it even dribbles down your thigh. your cunt’s all puffy — prettily glistening with remnants of bubbly cum tearing from your folds before you kiss him. nanami moans against your wet, quivering lips as clashing teeth battle with each other.

as your grinding hips earn out a soft moan from him, he swallows your whines, tucking you underneath a sleeved arm before spanking your ass. “god, m- might have to propose to you again. ‘m still cummin’.”

and as you’re still straddling him with both sweaty bodies smushed against each other, your ear twitches at the quiet mumbling sounds of the phone that were never hung up.

“mr. nanami, what… on earth… did i just listen to.”

SUKUNA ★ RYŌMEN.

sukuna gravelly groans, huffing out low ‘fuck’ ‘s and ‘ugh’ ‘s after each spongy bounce of your ass.

the wholly cruel stretch of his cock buries itself deep within you making him click his tongue. sukuna was always a perfect fit — sometimes it took a bit of stretching, but he always knew he was around and inside. his cock knew each and every route, studying every slippery orifice and corner of your gummy, squeezing walls.

sinister, red eyes trail down your bouncing frame before he snickers at the cute taunting thrusts of your hips. “some . . nerve, woman,” he huffs, his lungs failing to keep up with your barbaric stamina. a sleazy grin tries to tug against both corners of his lips as he firmly grips your ass, spanking you again to encourage you to go faster. “ngh, ridin’ me while wearin’ my kimono? must hah- have some kinda death wish.”

the fabric wears your entire body loosely, and sukuna can’t help but gawk as you jerk your hips at such a sloppy tempo.

your pussy’s overwhelmed with all the fat inches of sukuna’s cock that mercilessly bullies its way into you. like always - he knew the exact layout of your pussy, and you moan once he presses a hand on your tummy.

“actuallyyy, they look better on me,” you quietly mumble, licking a stripe up his neck. sukuna inhales a sharp breath, scarlet eyes knocking further to the very back of his tilted skull. he was always a fool for your touch. “don’t you agree?”

“such a smart mouth,” sukuna grabs your entire chin, steadying your hips with another. out of the many enemies he’s faced—your hips were the far brutalist he’s ever been up against.

you didn’t know when to quit.

you moan at the soft pricks of his honed claws nipping at your skin, hearing the loud, pitchy sounds of both sharp rutting hips clashing in sync.

sukuna can’t help but stare—stare at you, at your body, and especially at the way you continuously threw your ass in circles, circles galore.

“think my wife’s gettin’ a ‘lil too spoiled,” he growly murmurs, tracing the claw of his thumb over your lip. your cunt’s never felt so full - his tip was just as mean as he was. it drags its way through a lewd pattern, caressing through every part of your gummy walls before seeing your eyes bulge to the size of saucers. “aw, look at that face. ‘s too big for you again, like always, hm?”

“s- shut up, ‘kuna.” you moan, pushing him back against the wobbly throne that sounded like it was about to snap into two within seconds. with a stubborn ‘hmmph!’ he lands on his back, eyeing you with a quirked pink brow.

with your knees bent to a certain degree, you started to guide your hipsby rocking it back against his lap. you knew how to swerve and grind. making the curse groan continuously from each slap of your hips, he spanks your ass while scoffing angrily under his breath.

sukuna didn’t have a weakness - besides you.

you had a type of arch that was killer.

all sukuna did was lie back while he watched you work. your ass bounced and bounced as skin against skin relentlessly ricochets onto each other. he didn’t even realize how his jaw was tightening. your grip was enticing—your cunt was slick as ever, drowning the entire shaft of his thick cock with your dripping sap. “g- goddamn, woman,” sukuna groans, his voice softening a bit.

who knew something as such as hips was enough to put the sukuna ryomen in check?

the penetration ended up turning sloppy within each ‘n every round that progressed, and sukuna’s tip was practically making love with your sensitive g-spot.

the stimulation had you moaning into his neck before you gasped, feeling him grab your hips. sukuna glances at you, feeling your sturdy hips nearly slowing down before he tauntingly tsks his tongue at you. “hah- don’t slow down now. you wanted ‘ta fuck me, so fuck me with those pathetic- hah, hips, girl.”

he’s just so big - you couldn’t help but whine out repeated inaudible whimpers. his custom made kimono loosely flows over your body as you continue to move with the constant creaks of his throne groaning from each bounce of weight. “f- fuck, ‘kuna,” a gargled moan bubbles out of your throat as you press a sloppy kiss against his lips.

sukuna’s jaw easily goes slack, and the rough slams of your ass left him spacing out in no time. your cunt’s so powerful that he gets transformed into another dimension for a split second. milliseconds pass and the demon sees nothing but pure white, and that’s when he cums.

sukuna lets out a gruff battle-crying groan once he releases—pouring such a gluey batch of cum into your cunt. it’s hot - messily oozing its way into you, a few spurts dribbling down his fat base that’s a blushing pink. a gravelly grunt leaves from sukuna as he grips your ass, making your hips circle their way slower against his pelvis.

“ugh- the audacity of this w- worthless pussy,” he stutters, shakily chewing on every word from the elated pleasure that comes from his finish. sukuna’s crimson eyes roll, and he bares his fangs deep into your neck as his creamy knot deepens inside of you. “fuck.”

“oh, don’t tell me you’re gettin’ tired already, m’lord,” you’d tease, saying that title, knowing how he’d always get hard whenever you addressed him in formal manners. sukuna’s faintly trembling underneath you, and he hisses at the sticky sight of his own cum that starts to paste against the undersides of your nearly numb thighs. eagerly, you buck your hips into him again, watching his eyes carnally widen. “one more round, ‘kuna—yeah?”

with a quirked pink brow and lowly hooded eyes, he’s panting heavily. sukuna’s cock twitched inside of you, practically creating a bulge just from how ridiculously thick he was before he sighs.

“y- yeah, one more.”

“one more what?”

sukuna shoots you a glare but it soon falters once your ruthless rocking starts up again.

you’re rough, burying your knees into his thighs as your ass smacks against his cock - making him groan out a needy whine.

“fuck- one more round.. mistress.”

CHOSO ★ KAMO.

every time you rode choso, he can’t help but fall in love with you - again.

it was just something about your hips. something about the way you moved, the way you stared deeply into his eyes, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. your voice alone was enough to make him finish, pumping you full of viscid wads that swam their way right into your warm, welcoming womb.

“s- so fuckin’ hot,” he’d whine out, studying each hop of your hips with bleary half-open eyes. if you squinted just enough, you’d spot how his pupils were gradually turning heart-shaped. you sensuously rolled your hips in a way where choso was at a loss for words.

“mmh- baby,” he’d groan, feeling your thighs lift before slamming straight back down. your cunt sloppily clamped down on his cock tightly, wringing choso dry and milking him for all that he was worth. “don’t- don’t stop, please- don’t stop, fuuuuck.”

flimsily, you threw your arms around over his shoulders that were so tense-slacked.

as you’re right next to his face, choso’s frantically panting—puffs of air leaving from his parted lips with greasy black strands sticking to his forehead. choso’s just glossed with sweat, and his hands start to slowly creep their way to the bottoms of your plush thighs. “touch me more, ‘cho,” you’d moan, grinding yourself against him in circular motions.

choso’s cock was hard - so so hard. you felt it, and it’s as if time stood still when it happened.

the blushing crown of his shaft securely squeezes its way through your pinching walls, introducing itself to your convulsing g-spot.

“chosooo, chos—oh!” you’d shriek, your thighs immediately collapsing against his. the stimulation of his crowned head smearing around the spongy texture makes you short-circuit for a moment.

you probably looked cartoonish. nothing but white painted the insides of your rolled eyes with your jaw goofily dangling open, furrowing brows curling up in such bawdy pleasure..

“a.. are you okay? does it hurt?” choso stammers, awkwardly cupping your face with big, roughly textured palms. your cheek falls into his hand as you smile, bringing a kiss toward the tip of his nose while leaning into his gentle touch.

“baby, ‘m fine,” you reassure him, watching choso’s shoulders sag. choso’s hands snag at your ass as his head falls back. the adam’s apple that bobs in his throat never stops bobbing, and he throatily groans once he starts to feel your wobbly hips pick up again.

“o..ooh! keep hittin’ there- yeah, right there,” and choso sucks his teeth as he not only hears but feels your pussy slickly slide on his cock. ravened eyes of his eventually flicker down at your neglected, bouncing chest and choso cutely sighs.

humming, you hold his chin while rubbing the pad of your thumb over his sheeny pouted lips. “go ahead, choso. feel ‘em.”

he’s touched you probably dozens of times. the two of you were married, and yet he was always hesitant, waiting for your approval. right when you gave it though, choso couldn’t contain himself anymore.

you gasped once choso quickly sank his face in between your chest, cupping his mouth around one of your bare nipples. “mmp-” he’d let off a muffled moan against your skin, the muscles in his face relaxing as he felt you patting his head.

you were still riding him, strenuously smacking your hips on top of him - each squelch from your cunt never failing to pitch higher and higher.

the arch of your back stretches further, and you feel his hand swat against your ass. choso’s tongue sloppily swirls around your tender nub before it turns into wet suckles. “f- fuck, jus’ like that, choso,” you’d whine, hearing each loud ‘pop!’ sound away from his lips once your tit occasionally slides out his mouth.

choso’s weakly rutting into you too, but one of his arms wraps around your hips - pulling you closer. you’re rocking back and forth, hearing him moan against your skin before he starts nipping. “ ‘m gonna c.. cum,” his eyes widen, digging slender fingertips into the right cheek of your ass.

and his voice shook at each pounce of your hips. you’re riding him until he breaks - literally.

the split of choso’s tip rummages its way through your tight, clenching walls, steadily jackhammering its head toward the hood of your clit. your thighs nearly snap together shut at the long-awaited pressure, and you wrap your arms around his slim torso.

“fuck, oh f- fuck ‘m gonna cum too, choso,” you’d whimper in his ear, feeling his body underneath you cutely shudder. your hips were just delicious.

he’s nearly forgetting to breathe with how damn good you rode him - with how you rotated your ass, rocking your waist, barreling all of his inches. choso’s heart thumped straight out of his chest, and one glance of you was all it took for him to realize he was falling in love with you again.

“ugh- fuck me, baby—use me, oh f- fuck,” he’d start rambling, the sweaty prints of his thumbs swirling circles around the occasional dents in your back. he found it so attractive how each time you moved or rocked against him, your muscles would cutely tense at the excessively wide stretch of his cock. “need you. i…hah- need…you,” he’d murmur between pauses of sharp breaths, and choso’s entire body slumps back within seconds.

one final thrust and he’s cumming - hard.

you end up finishing too — gushing straight out, poor trembly thighs collapsing right over his meaty thighs that were the mere definition of ‘numb’.

you’re whimpering as he’s filling you up with satiny ropes that tangle with your syrupy slick that soaks the head of his cock. “fuck, ‘cho, that’s it. r- relax,” you’d swerve your hips around, watching choso’s abs clench underneath you. you’re riding him so good that he thought he was gonna get pregnant.

you’re drenched - bringing two fingers toward your cunt, coolly spreading your pretty entrance apart. your clit’s pulsing, and you’re moaning once you see small masses of cum spilling down your clit. “you’re always so messy.”

“hah- for… you,” choso sighs, a sleazy grin forming across his lips. his hand still remains glued to your ass and he grunts, sneaking a hand between the crack of your thighs. “mmh- i think.. i want you to do that again, baby.”

“what?” you bring a chaste kiss toward his lips, swallowing the incoming whine that leaves from choso’s lips. he’s never tasted sweeter - and you could feel his body quiver at the feeling of your hands sliding down his chest.

choso moans against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. “s.. squirt,” he purrs hoarsely, and you gasp once he lifts you, making you lie back this time. darkened eyes fall toward between your sprawled-out legs and he nearly drools — taking in the pure sight of his cum wetly streaming down your pearled nub. choso whines against your cunt, taking one long lap of his tongue, relishing at the messy taste of both mixtures of arousal - yours and his.

with a pout, choso starts to clean you up, smearing the bridge of his nose against your twitching cunt before meeting your gaze. “squirt again, pretty girl. i.. i wanna taste it this time,” and he gives your swollen heat a wet kiss.

“pretty please?”

SUGURU ★ GETO.

geto could practically feel his mouth watering once he saw that sweet, perfect arch of yours.

he’s used to seeing you in front, up close ‘n personal but no.. you wanted to try riding him in reverse. not only that, but you decided to ride him in reverse while he was still very much sensitive.

“ooh, p- princess,” he’d grunt hoarsely, tasting the treacly sweet stream of saliva pooling into his mouth. the buds that live on his tongue ached at the hot, comforting squeeze of your cunt. geto’s still getting over his recent orgasm—globs of cum still sticking against his cock and glossing wetly between your quivering legs. “ugh- you’re killin’ me here with that pretty fuckin’ arch of yours, y’know that?”

“mhm, good,” you’d reply in a hurried tone, feeling his lust-like gaze lock against your ass. you weren’t even going fast and yet, your hips already had him on a leash.

geto couldn’t stop staring - nor could he keep his strong, callused hands to himself.

you moaned, planting your hands against the crumpled-up sheets before gasping. geto makes you arch more, getting a pretty fogged-eyed view of the way your backside curves over his lap right before his eyes. “hah- suguru, don’t stop touchin’ me.”

“didn’t . . plan on it, pretty,” he rasps, trailing his eyes down at the rocking curvature of your waist. you’re fuckin’ moving, and with your hands gripping onto his knees—you threw your ass back against him time and time again. geto groans, feeling his reddened tip that was still leaking swab its way around your clit like a q-tip. your ass had a grip that made him nearly choke on the treacly saliva that sticks near the back of his tongue. “god- so perfect, look at you, girl. so hah- damn gorgeous when you’re on top, fuck.”

“mhm,” you’d bite back a moan, the sensual rolling of your hips turning more intimate by the second. his dick coarsely stretches through your slavering insides, sloppily pumping you full with each ‘pop!’ squelching out from between your thighs. geto keeps his gaze locked on your ass the entire time, and that’s when you start to bend your knees.

you arch lower, zealously wriggling your ass before bouncing on his cock and that’s when you hear him starting to whine. “fuck- so big,” you’d gasp, taking control of the tempo by steadily veering your hips like a boat. “hold my hips, sugu. hold ‘em while i fuck you.”

geto lets off a guttural groan, swatting a clammy palm against your backside before both hands attach near your rotating waist that’s raining with sweat from all angles. you’re merely glowing and it’s just so pretty.

“tch- you’re gettin’ cocky, princess,” he’d mumble, his voice turning shakier as your ass frantically ruts into him at full force. his sweltering hot tip’s on the verge of splitting you open and you moan each time you feel its overly vast curve delve straight inside your pussy, nastily dragging its way down your sopping valley. tossing his head back, geto’s abs instinctively clench through his shirt before he whines again. “ ‘m only lettin’ you take charge ‘cause i—”

and geto pauses abruptly, violently clenching his teeth at the slick pasty feeling of your pussy trapping the entirety of his thick length. breath snatches out of his chest before he groans loudly, spanking your ass with the corners of his lips twitching into a pout.

“o- oh fuck, ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum again,” and the words whine out from his lips oh-so prettily, grunting each time you slam your ass back down against his cock. his bulbous tip deepens its angle inside of you, rolling his eyes from the sudden pressure arising.

he’s never felt hotter — and geto nearly blacks out completely once you start to purposely slow down, sneaking a hand back to smack your ass right in front of his face while craning your neck. “yeah, give it t’me then, baby. don’t miss a fuckin’ drop.”

“such a s.. slut,” geto groans, nearly getting hypnotized by how good you’re dragging your hips in figure eights. they gradually shift into circles—and he’s buried deep deep deep, pounding into your cunt rawly until he ends up shooting blanks again. you end up finishing too, and it feels like a deep sigh you are finally letting go. shockwaves and electricity pierce through every nerve and vein through your body, and your mouth drops open—feeling your teeth chatter once your hips back their way up against him in reverse.

geto’s body underneath you immediately shudders and oh- he’s whimpering, feeling the weight of your rickety hips steady.

as his mouth grows dryly arid, geto lets off a weary ‘phew’ as the core muscles in his abs tighten.

viciously thin ropes of cum shoot into you. globs of it seep deep inside of you, watching as your cunt sloppily spits remnants of it on its tip—coating the shriveled-up base of his cock that’s been perfectly milked. “b.. baby,” he hoarsely groans, hands still stuck to each side of your hips.

it was such a pretty sight — your cunt remained stuffed full with buttery ribbons of cum that ran down your thighs before he spanks your ass.

“jus’ . . gimme a minute. think your pussy really hah- broke me,” and geto gives the right of your ass cheek its final needy squeeze before sighing in defeat. “f- fuuuuck, girl.”