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Scales and Arpeggios

pairing | aemond x wife!reader word count | 4.3k words summary | aemond and his wife share tender moments with their children, engaging in music lessons that bring warmth and joy to their family amidst the shadows of the dance of dragons.

note | slight angst, hotd au (greens win), KING AEMOND, toothrotting fluffff, children, no description of reader, fluffy Aemond, soft aemond, pregnant!reader a/n | aristocats inspired (duchess and her kittens), I thought of this this morning. I really needed this fluff after all my negative thoughts and feelings. also don't worry, I have all my requests in the making, and in my draft's - prepare for the angst and feels.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Aemond was tired.

Day upon day, his life was mired in endless council meetings, audiences with quarrelsome lords, and grievances of the peasantry, all in the name of healing a realm ravaged by war.

It had been two years since the Dance of the Dragons had torn through the land, yet the scars remained, as fresh as the charred ruins left in the dragons’ wake.

And here he was, King of the Seven Kingdoms—but at what bitter cost. He had bested Daemon in the fierce clash over the God’s Eye, and his half-sister, the self-styled Queen, had been devoured by her own madness.

She met her end as Sunfyre tore her asunder upon Aegon’s command. Not long after, Aegon himself succumbed to his wounds, leaving the crown a hollow prize.

Aemond had defeated the Blacks. The traitors were vanquished, their cause snuffed out. But his family had been taken in the fires of war. Jaehaerys murdered; young Maelor torn apart; Daeron slain.

Helaena, dear Helaena, had taken her own life. And Aegon—Aegon had burned away with his dragon, his defiance crumbling under the agony of his wounds.

All that remained of his bloodline were fleeting shadows of memory and ashes of kin. Only his wife, the woman bound to him since he was but fourteen, remained steadfast.

Through the dark days of the war, you had been his only constant, his sole source of solace. In the end, that was all he had left: his bride, his son Aeron, his niece Jaehaera, and his mother, Queen Alicent, who clung to life with a frail resilience.

It was his wife, too, who had stayed his hand when he considered the fates of Daemon’s daughters. You had urged him to spare the lives of Baela and Rhaena, allowing them sanctuary with their sole surviving brother, Aegon the Younger, now far away in Driftmark.

And yet, his mother had been torn asunder by grief, the madness that followed the loss of three of her children consuming her like a wildfire. Just months ago, Alicent had succumbed to the cruel grip of Winter Fever, and with her passing, the warmth of their family had dimmed further.

He blamed himself, for in his fervor to protect his own—the children he adored and his beloved wife—he had allowed himself to be blind to his mother’s decline. Each day, he devoted himself to the care and nurturing of Aeron and Daenys, ensuring Jaehaera felt the presence of family, while the ever-looming responsibilities of the crown overshadowed his duties as a son.

Now, he barely caught glimpses of the life that remained. He would rise in the early hours, the dawn light casting a soft glow upon his wife’s sleeping form, a fleeting moment of peace before he was swept away by the relentless tide of royal obligations.

In the fleeting minutes before he departed for court, he could only admire the serene lines of your face, knowing that the day would steal him from your side again.

The children were no better; brief encounters in the corridors felt like whispers of a past he could hardly grasp. Aeron would be playing with his toys, and Daenys might be crawling after the palace cats, laughter echoing softly in the halls, but those joyful sounds seemed distant, muffled by the duties that consumed him.

But on this day, a flicker of fortune shone upon him; he had managed to complete his duties earlier than usual. Typically, he toiled long into the night, only to return to the warmth of their chambers when all were asleep. Though it was after supper, a glimmer of hope sparked within him that perhaps he could still find them, to grasp those precious moments he had so dearly missed.

Through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, the young Prince Aeron and Princess Jaehaera raced, their laughter echoing against the cold stone walls as they hurried toward the music lesson that awaited them. The air was filled with the thrill of their spirited competition, each eager to claim the title of first to arrive.

As they rounded a corner, Jaehaera noticed Aeron pulling ahead, determination etched across his small face. In a quick, daring move, she reached out and tugged at his tunic, managing to pull him back just enough to dart ahead. “Me first!” she shouted, her voice ringing with triumph.

Not to be outdone, Aeron swiftly grabbed hold of her arm, attempting to halt her advance. “And why should you be first?” he challenged.

Jaehaera strained against his grip, lifting her chin defiantly as she met his gaze. “Because I am the future queen, that’s why!” she declared, her voice bold and unwavering.

With that, she broke free, dashing down the corridor, but Aeron was quick on her heels, bumping her to the side in a playful shove that almost sent her sprawling against the wall. “You’re not a queen! You’re nothing but my cousin!” he yelled.

Jaehaera shot him a fierce glare, her brows knitting together. “I’ll show you if I’m a queen or not,” she murmured under her breath, determination simmering in her tone as they neared the door to the music room.

In a last-ditch effort to claim victory, Jaehaera pushed Aeron aside just as they reached the threshold. He stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing, throwing a frown her way. “Fight fair, Jae!”

Without missing a beat, she rolled her eyes and slipped into the room, only to be met with an unexpected shove from Aeron as he followed closely behind. He hadn’t meant to, but the force sent Jaehaera tumbling to the ground with a hard thud that echoed in the hall.

She shot him a fierce glare, her lips forming a pout as she rubbed her side. “Now that hurt!” she exclaimed, the hint of a whine creeping into her voice.

“Aunty! Aunty!” she called out, her tone shifting to one of urgency.

Moments later, you entered the room, carrying Daenys on your hip. A mixture of sternness and affection danced on your face as you regarded the two children. “Jaehaera, my darling, Jaehaera,” you said, your voice firm but softening with a smile. “You must stop that; it is really not ladylike.”

Your gaze shifted to Aeron, your tone turning slightly admonishing. “And you, Aeron, such behavior is most unbecoming of a lovely gentleman.”

Aeron’s cheeks flushed, and he scowled at Jaehaera, ready to defend himself. “Well, she started it,” he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

Jaehaera, unfazed, lifted her chin in a gesture of regal disdain, pointedly turning her gaze away from him. “Queens do not start fights,” she declared, her voice dripping with authority. Then, with a scrunch of her nose, she added, “But they can finish them.”

Aeron rolled his eyes dramatically at Jaehaera, sticking out his tongue in mockery, but the jest was short-lived as he heard his mother’s voice call out from across the room. “Now, Aeron, don’t be rude,” you scolded, your tone firm but laced with affection.

He turned to you, flashing an innocent smile, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. “We were just practicing fighting and pushing,” he replied, his words punctuated by an exaggerated shrug that only added to the mischief of the moment.

You felt a jolt of discomfort at his words, a wave of haunting memories crashing over you. The echoes of past conflicts flickered in your mind���battles fought and lives lost, the heavy price of such lessons. “Targaryens do not practice fighting and pushing and things like that,” you replied, your voice low, the irony of your own words hanging heavily in the air. “It is just horrible.”

With a determined effort, you sought to redirect the conversation and lighten the mood. “Now,” you began, your expression softening as you turned your gaze to Daenys, nestled in your arms, her tiny form clearly on the brink of sleep.

You smiled adoringly at her, a sense of calm washing over you as you looked back at Jaehaera and Aeron. “Why don’t you two head over to the piano, and let’s begin our lesson?”

“Yes, Aunty!” Jaehaera chirped, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she practically danced toward the instrument, subtly shouldering Aeron aside.

Aeron glared at Jaehaera, his indignation flaring up momentarily, but he quickly turned to you with a soft nod. “Yes, Mama,” he replied.

“It’s time to practice your scales and your arpeggios,” you encouraged, as you moved toward the piano. You settled onto the chaise beside it, Daenys resting her head comfortably against your shoulder, her eyes half-closed as she watched her brother and cousin with a sleepy fascination.

Jaehaera stood poised beside the grand piano, her back straight and shoulders squared, a picture of determination. She cleared her throat, the sound echoing softly in the air, and waited expectantly for Aeron to begin.

However, she cast him a pointed glare as he took his sweet time, leisurely warming up his hands as if the lesson were no pressing matter.

Finally, after an impatient moment, Jaehaera announced, “I’m ready, Maestro,” her voice ringing with a blend of authority and hautiness.

Aeron shot her a sideways glance, his mischievous grin returning as he subtly shifted his foot and stomped down hard onto Jaehaera’s, eliciting a sharp squeak from her.

“Aunty, he did it again!” she exclaimed, turning her wide eyes toward you, indignation clear in her voice.

Aeron, unfazed, looked away, propping his chin on his hand with an exaggerated air of nonchalance. “Tattletale,” he whispered in response.

You carefully rubbed Daenys' back, the gentle motion soothing your daughter. Your patience was unwavering, as you said, “Now, Aeron, please, darling, settle down and play me your pretty little song.” Your voice was calm, and your tone both firm and nurturing.

With a resigned sigh, Aeron nodded, his playful demeanor shifting as he positioned himself at the piano. “Yes, Mama,” he murmured, fingers poised above the keys. As he began to play, the room filled with the soft, melodic strains of his music.

Aemond was at a loss, frustration tightening his chest as he searched the sprawling halls of the Red Keep for you. He had scoured your shared chambers, his personal solar, and the children’s bedrooms, but you were nowhere to be found.

The sinking feeling in his gut only grew as he realized he needed assistance, and at last, he sought out one of the guards stationed nearby.

The guard cleared his throat and straightened slightly, sensing the prince’s impatience. “At Her Grace's music lessons, sire,” he replied, his tone respectful.

“Music lessons?” Aemond murmured to himself, brow furrowing in confusion. He had not realized such an event was taking place, nor had he been informed of it.

Without another moment's hesitation, he rushed in the direction indicated, making his way down a seldom-used wing of the castle, its walls lined with faded tapestries and the whispers of history.

As he drew closer, he heard the unmistakable sound of a piano, its notes cascading through the air like a gentle stream, drawing him forward.

Coming closer to the door, he opened it quietly before he peeked his head inside, his heart melting at the sight as he heard Jaehaera's voice.

"Do mi sol do do sol mi do," the girl of six summers sang, her voice young and somewhat pitchy as she sang confidently, "Every truly cultured music student knows. You must learn your scales and your arpeggios Finger music ringing from your chest And not your nose. While you sing your scales and your arpeggios"

Aemond stood just beyond the doorway, a swell of pride filling his chest as he watched his five-year-old son, Aeron, seated at the piano. The boy’s fingers danced across the keys with a mixture of enthusiasm and concentration, his small face lit with determination.

To Aemond’s surprise, Aeron broke into song as well, his voice sweet yet tinged with the tremor of youth. “If you’re faithful to your daily practicing, you will find your progress is encouraging,” he sang, each note imbued with his budding confidence.

Beside him, Jaehaera stood, arms crossed and a hint of exasperation in her eyes as she rolled them subtly at Aeron’s exuberance. Aeron continued, his voice growing bolder yet still wavering, “Do mi sol me do, mi sol me fa la sol, it goes. When you do your scales and your arpeggios.”

Jaehaera lifted her voice to sing her part again, “Do mi so do,” but she was abruptly cut off by Aeron, who had become overly enthusiastic at the piano, his fingers now racing across the keys with fervor.

“Do mi sol do, do sol mi do,” you chimed in, your voice ethereal and melodic, casting a gentle spell over the room. Aemond found his gaze drawn to you, the light catching your features as you sang alongside the children.

Jaehaera quickly fell in with you, her voice harmonizing beautifully, “Do mi sol do, do sol mi do. Though at first it seems as though it doesn’t show, like a tree, ability will bloom and grow.”

In your arms, Daenys, who had previously been drifting off to sleep, now sat wide awake, her bright eyes filled with wonder as she attempted to mimic the words you and Jaehaera sang. Her babbling intermingled with the melody.

The three of you continued in unison, your voices intertwining, “If you’re smart, you’ll learn by heart what every artist knows. You must sing your scales.....and your arpeggios.”

Aemond leaned against the doorframe, a small smile gracing his lips as he took in the delightful scene unfolding before him. The flickering light of the candles cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the joy radiating from his children.

Aeron beamed at you, his face aglow with pride as the final notes of the song faded into the air. “How was that, Mama?” he asked, his bright eyes shining with eager anticipation.

You turned to him, your heart swelling with affection. “Absolutely wonderful, my love,” you replied, your voice laced with warmth and encouragement. Just as you opened your mouth to add more praise, a small, excited voice broke through the moment.

“Kēpa! Kēpa!” Daenys cried out, her tiny hands clapping together in delight, her wide lilac eyes fixed on the door where Aemond stood.

All three of you turned your attention toward the threshold, and Aemond couldn’t help but feel a slight flush of warmth at the sight of his little girl’s enthusiasm. He stood there, somewhat awkwardly.

“Do you wish to join us, my king?” you teased gently, a playful amusement dancing in your tone as you gestured for him to enter.

Aemond gave you a small smile before striding into the room, the familiar weight of his crown momentarily forgotten in the presence of his family.

Daenys, her cherubic face lighting up with excitement, eagerly raised her arms toward him, and he scooped her up effortlessly from your embrace, her giggles filling the air. “I was not aware there were music lessons in the first place,” he remarked, an amused glimmer in his eye.

“Merely for the children’s entertainment, I assure you,” you replied softly, your heart warmed by the sight of your husband.

Aemond shot you a skeptical glance, an eyebrow arching slightly as he nodded. “Oh, I am sure,” he replied, a hint of teasing lacing his tone.

“Father, did you see how I played?” Aeron asked eagerly, his small hands still resting on the piano keys, a bright grin spreading across his face.

“Yes, I did,” Aemond said, his expression softening as he smiled down at his son. “Much better than any bard I’ve heard.” The pride in his voice was unmistakable, and Aeron beamed at the praise.

“And did you see how I sang, uncle?” Jaehaera chimed in, her voice a melodic chime that danced through the air like the notes of the piano.

“Yes, of course,” Aemond replied, nodding with genuine admiration. “One day, you might even come to rival the Queen’s voice.” The compliment brought a bright flush to Jaehaera's cheeks, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“She’ll be even better than me,” you murmured, a soft smile gracing your lips as you watched the exchange unfold.

As the children chattered excitedly, desperate for their King's attention, your gaze drifted to the doorway, where you spotted your maid, Emery, standing patiently, signaling that it was time for bed.

You cleared your throat gently, drawing the children's attention back to you. “Children, it’s time to go to bed,” you announced softly, your voice laced with warmth yet firm.

Aeron turned to you, his wide eyes shimmering with innocence as he clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture. “Do we have to, Mama? Father just got here,” he implored, his lower lip jutting out in a way that made your heart ache.

You sighed, feeling your resolve weaken under the weight of his pleas. However, Aemond came to your rescue, his hand affectionately ruffling Aeron’s fluffy silver hair. “And I’ll come say goodnight once you are in bed, little king,” he promised, his voice soothing and reassuring.

You tilted your head toward the door, giving a gentle nudge. “Emery is waiting for you,” you murmured, the soft authority in your tone guiding them toward the inevitable.

Disappointment flickered in both Jaehaera’s and Aeron’s eyes, yet they nodded reluctantly. Jaehaera approached your side and planted a tender kiss on your cheek, her small frame radiating warmth as she bid you goodnight.

Following her lead, Aeron hurried to do the same, his kiss lingering a moment longer before he bent down to press his lips against your swelling stomach, his sweet gesture eliciting a smile from you.

Aemond, observing the tender moment, passed baby Daenys into your arms. She giggled excitedly, her laughter a delightful sound as you smothered her with kisses, before you handed Daenys to Emery, who was prepared to lead the children out.

As the soft patter of little feet faded down the corridor, the lively laughter and chatter of the children ebbed away, leaving you and Aemond cocooned in the warm embrace of the cozy chamber.

A serene silence enveloped the two of you, a precious moment amidst the storm of duties and the remnants of grief that lingered in the air.

“Hello, husband,” you greeted softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to shatter the comfortable stillness that settled between you.

“Hello, wife,” Aemond murmured in return, his tone low and warm as he lowered himself onto the piano bench beside you.

With a gentle grace, he let his hand drift over the piano keys, pausing just short of touching them. It was a silent acknowledgment of his lack of skill, yet he seemed fascinated by the instrument nonetheless.

You watched him, the lines of his face illuminated by the soft glow of the chamber, and felt a pang of affection.

“I apologize for not informing you about the lessons,” you said, your voice steady yet filled with sincerity.

“Tis alright,” he replied, though his gaze remained fixed away from you, a flicker of concern shadowing his features. “When did it begin?”

“The day of your mother’s funeral,” you replied gently, choosing your words with care. “Your duties had taken you away, and Aeron and Jaehaera were feeling very down. I thought music might lift their spirits, and it has. Jaehaera even asked me to teach her to sing and play.”

At the mention of that day, Aemond’s expression shifted. Guilt washed over him, and memories flooded back—his mother’s service at the Sept, the heavy atmosphere of sorrow, and how he had been swept away in the currents of his responsibilities, never given a moment to truly mourn.

He nodded thoughtfully, his voice barely above a whisper. “Aeron seems particularly skilled.”

“He is a very intelligent little boy,” you agreed, your eyes not leaving his as he continued to stare at the piano, lost in thought. “He has an eagerness to learn that reminds me of you.”

Aemond chuckled softly, the sound breaking through the solemnity that hung in the air. “I fear he has far more talent than I ever did,” he said, a hint of pride seeping into his words. “But I’m glad to see them find joy in something so beautiful.”

“Music has a way of healing,” you remarked, a wistful smile playing on your lips. “Especially in times like these.”

He turned to face you fully, his piercing violet eye searching yours. “And what of you? How do you fare amidst the shadows of loss?”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his concern. “I carry the grief, as we all do. But I find solace in our children. Their laughter reminds me of the light we can still find in our lives.”

Aemond’s gaze softened, and he reached for your hand, his fingers brushing over yours with an intimacy that sent warmth coursing through you. “You are stronger than I,” he said earnestly. “I often wonder how you manage to bear the burdens we both carry.”

With a gentle squeeze of his hand, you replied, “We bear them together, my king. That is what family is for.”

Aemond's brow furrowed slightly, and he murmured, “Aeron... he shall be a better king than I.” His voice held a weight of expectation and uncertainty, a reflection of his own doubts.

You turned your gaze toward him, a hint of sadness flickering in your eyes as you stood and swiftly settled beside him on the bench.

Reaching out, you cupped his face in your hands, grounding him with your touch. “Only because he shall learn from your mistakes. Every king should be better than the former.”

Aemond stared into your eyes, his heart swelling with gratitude. In truth, he had often wondered what he had done to deserve your steadfast presence. Memories washed over him—of the day he first met you when he was merely fourteen, a boy angry and hateful at the world.

He leaned his forehead against yours, finding solace in your warmth. “You are very wise, my queen. You never lead me astray.”

“Destiny has its designs,” you replied softly, a small smile gracing your lips. “And I am merely fulfilling mine. To guide you, to stand by your side.”

He chuckled lightly, the sound a blend of affection and admiration. “Even when I do not deserve it?”

“Especially then,” you countered, your tone playful yet sincere. “Every king needs a queen to keep him grounded, to remind him of what truly matters.”

Aemond took a deep breath, the weight of the realm and his responsibilities momentarily lifted. “And what is that, my love?”

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It is love, loyalty, and the hope for a better tomorrow. The kind of future we want for our children.”

Aemond leaned back, a rare lightness settling in his chest for the first time in what felt like an age. He placed his hand over your round belly, feeling the warmth radiate from within. You tilted your head, an amused smile blossoming on your lips as you caught his gaze.

“Aeron has taken to kissing my stomach,” you said, your tone playful. “He believes that if he shows enough affection, it might persuade my body to grant him a brother. He claims it would make his chances of having a fair fight against the girls much better.”

Aemond chuckled, shaking his head in bemusement. Then, nodding toward the piano, he added, “Teach me. I may never reach the heights of Aeron’s talent, but perhaps I could aspire to match little Daenys’ skill.”

Your laughter chimed like music in the air, a sound that warmed his spirit. Aemond grinned at the absurdity of comparing his potential to that of his infant daughter. “Very well,” you said, your eyes sparkling with delight. “First, let us see what you can do.”

You guided him closer to the piano, instructing him to place his large, slender hands over yours on the keys. “Feel the movement,” you encouraged, your voice soft and patient. “It’s not merely about the notes; it’s about the rhythm and the heart behind them.”

Unbeknownst to you and Aemond, enveloped in your own intimate world, three pairs of curious eyes peered in from the slightly ajar door of the chamber. Jaehaera, Aeron, and little Daenys had quietly slipped away from their caretakers.

Jaehaera, though only six years of age, sighed wistfully as she watched her uncle and aunt. “How romantic,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a sense of longing.

She cradled baby Daenys in her arms, the infant unusually calm, her wide eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the room as she took in the scene of her mother and father together.

Aeron, standing beside Jaehaera, observed his parents intently, a thoughtful frown furrowing his brow. “Do you think our marriage will be like that?” he asked, glancing over at Jaehaera to gauge her reaction.

Jaehaera turned to him, her gaze sharp and serious, her little brows furrowing in determination. “It has to, Aeron. It has to.”

“Do you think we’ll be that happy?” he pressed, his youthful innocence shining through, even as the shadows of doubt crept into his mind.

She nodded vigorously, her long silver hair bouncing with the motion. “Of course! The king and queen love each other. If we love each other like they do, it will be just as wonderful.”

Aeron pondered her words, his gaze drifting back to the sight of you and Aemond, lost in your shared moment. “And what if…” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “What if things become difficult, like they do in the stories?”

Jaehaera frowned slightly, her youthful optimism momentarily faltering. “Then we fight for each other, just like they do,” she declared with conviction.

Aeron nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face. “I like that idea,” he said softly, his gaze drifting back to the happy scene of his mother and his father.

“We’ll make it the best story ever.”

[Jaehaera, Aeron, Daenys]

headcannonsss:

— aemond and reader end up having six children in total: aeron (18), daenys (15), mikael (13), jaemes (10), elaena (7) and aelora (4) + jaehaera (19)

— aeron and jaehaera marry

— daenys falls in love with aegon (rhaenyra's son)

— mikael comes out as gay

— jaemes and elaena marry

— aelora refuses to marry and part with her mother (sophie/donna relationship)

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

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UNSCRIPTED — toji fushiguro x female reader [chapter 5/5]

summary: you’re a faceless author of scandalous smut — great at writing steamy scenes but totally clueless about real-life romance (and with no one to match your freak). enter toji fushiguro, a hot stranger you (accidentally) throw up on during a drunken night out. surprise! he’s also the future voice actor for your smutty novel’s main character. can you survive the awkwardness of your disastrous meet-cute while keeping your identity (and dignity) a secret? welcome to the chaos of your own erotic fantasy romcom!

content warning & tags: (erotic) voice artist! toji, (smut) writer! reader, smutty content!! [in this chapter: slight dubcon/cnc (?), virginity loss, riding, switch! toji, sort of dom!reader, pussy drunk toji, kind of wholesome, whole lot of yapping], sort of workplace romance, secret/anon identity, slight social media au, meet-cute, virgin!reader, single dad dilf! toji, kid! megumi, strangers to lovers (?), she fell first but he fell harder, mentions of other characters (satoru gojo, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, shoko eiri, brief mentions of ryomen sukuna)

notes: two chapters a day, who is this diva !!? nah i had this around and i could not help but post it today. it will either mean you all binge read it, or you all completely forget that either chapter has been posted. curse this damn algo! or maybe i am just overenthusiastically posting. but gaaahhhh!! can't believe we are at the end </3 !! thank you thank you THANK YOU !! for the love, i'm so beyond grateful. thank you for letting va toji and smut writer reader in your dashboards and following them along on their stupid meet-cute journey <3 and, please don't be mad about the epilogue, i SWEAR megumi is not like other guys [he is just like his dad...]. also, if you're confused about the ending, PLEASE!! read persephone. it's not as emotional and funny as this one, but...read it so that you could make sense of the plot? IDKKK. or don't i think it's pretty self-explanatory. but in all honesty, the freaky scene was really difficult to write in this chapter, and i really apologise if it seems..."anti-climatic" or a "letdown" or "not smutty enough" :") it's a lot more yapping and emotion based, not something i do often but i sorta liked writing it? i don't know, sometimes you should take a break from the dirty talk and just talk to yourself...eugh what am i saying, anyways! please, enjoy. and let me know how you liked this - comments, reblogs - i'm spying on them all  

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your phone buzzes quietly on the nightstand, and you reach over, still half-buried in blankets, to check the message. toji grumbles beside you, wrapping an arm lazily around your waist, pulling you right back to him. “don’t even think about leaving this bed,” he mumbles against your shoulder, voice rough with sleep.

you squint at your screen, smiling as shoko’s name lights up with a string of texts.

shoko: mission successful. megumi has been delivered to the institution of learning. shoko: also, fyi, we're stealing the limo for the dayshoko: and no, we won’t be back until we’re legally obligated. don’t worry, we’ll keep gojo under control… mostly shoko: enjoy your alone time, lovebirds 😘

you chuckle, typing back a quick reply.

you: thank you, dearest shoko. keep gojo from being arrested plz 😭 you: we really do appreciate it, but just know i have zero faith in ur ability to contain gojo, lol shoko: fair enough, neither do i

toji tightens his hold around you, grumbling, “what’s so funny? thought you were all mine this morning.”

you turn, placing your phone on the nightstand as you nestle back against him. “just shoko. apparently, she, gojo, and geto did drop megumi off at school. in the limo.”

toji lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “bet those teachers are loving that.”

“oh, absolutely. i’m sure gojo made it a whole production, too.” you laugh, imagining the scene — a horrified teacher watching the three self-proclaimed “cool” adults proudly unloading an amused, completely willing megumi from the limo like he’s some kind of celebrity.

toji’s hand slides up your back, sending a warm shiver down your spine. “good,” he murmurs, a lazy smirk on his face. “means we’ve got all day.”

you bite back a grin. “is that so, mr. fushiguro?”

“damn right, mrs. fushiguro,” he whispers, and there’s that flutter in your chest again. 

mrs. fushiguro — it’s still so new, so surreal. you lean into his touch, feeling that warmth radiate from him, that steady presence that’s been with you for so long, but now, somehow, feels even closer.

“god, that sounds… i don’t know. just amazing,” you murmur, voice almost shy. “it’s crazy how much changes when we’re just… us.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead, and it’s so soft, so tender, it’s enough to make your heart do another flip. 

“yeah? feelin’ all mushy on me now, are ya?” he teases, smirking down at you, but his voice is so soft, so genuine.

“maybe i am,” you admit, tracing small circles on his chest with your finger. “just… thinking about how lucky i am. how lucky we are. you… me… and megumi.” the last part brings a smile to your lips, the idea of the three of you, a real family, settled and safe and happy.

toji’s eyes soften, and he leans in to kiss you, slow and warm. “trust me, i’m the lucky one,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to cradle your face as he gazes at you. “i’ve got you, i’ve got ‘gumi… i got everything i need right here.”

you look away for a second, laughing softly to hide how much his words make your heart ache in the best way. “if anyone heard you right now, they’d never believe the tough guy act you put on.”

“hey, don’t go spreading rumors,” he warns, but his smile gives him away. “only you get to see me like this.” his fingers stroke along your cheek as he adds, “my best side.”

you look up at him, a rush of affection filling your chest so full you feel it might burst. “i just… i feel like the luckiest person alive. like… what did i do to end up here with you?”

“you didn’t have to do anything, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “just had to be you.”

you both settle into a comfortable silence, his hand finding yours under the covers, fingers interlacing. there’s something so perfect, so still about this moment — just lying together, his thumb brushing idly over your knuckles. the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart — it’s like every worry, every noise from the world fades away, leaving just the two of you cocooned here in the quiet, the morning sun filtering softly through the curtains.

you close your eyes, sighing contentedly. “i could stay like this forever, you know.”

he chuckles, pulling you closer. “good. ‘cause i’m not lettin’ you go anywhere.”

you’re just basking in the warm silence, feeling utterly at peace, when toji leans in, his voice low and smooth in your ear. "so, mrs. fushiguro,” he drawls, a smirk creeping onto his lips, “wasn’t there talk of a… private reading of that dragon king sequel?”

oh, no. 

oh, no. 

you blink at him, trying to keep a straight face. 

this man is absolutely trying to get in your pants with literature. 

who does that? well, toji does, apparently. and damn him for knowing you’d promised him a private reading of that particular book launch. a foolish vow you made months ago, when you didn’t think he’d actually remember. 

but, of course, he remembers everything.

“i… um,” you stammer, your cheeks heating. “that was — okay, that was months ago, toji. i didn’t think you’d actually —”

“you didn’t think i’d remember?” he grins, and it’s the kind of grin that tells you you’re not getting out of this. “i remember everything, sweetheart. especially when it involves… let’s say, romantic storytelling?”

romantic storytelling, huh? right. 

sure. that’s one way to put it.

“toji, it’s not just, you know, romantic storytelling,” you mutter, cheeks warming even more. “i mean, it’s got… dragons. and quests. and —”

“oh, i remember chapter twenty just fine,” he cuts in, that cheeky smirk now completely in control of the situation. he leans closer, his face inches from yours, all smug and mischievous. 

“you know, the one where the dragon king finds his queen and… gives her a real good ‘welcome’?”

your mouth goes dry. 

this absolute menace. he’s got the audacity to remember chapter twenty?

“oh, you mean the ‘epic battle scene,’ right?” you try, feigning innocence. “where they’re fighting for the fate of the kingdom, and it’s super dramatic, lots of… explosions, you know?”

he laughs, low and deep, and god, it’s unfair how sexy he makes laughing sound. “sure, if you’re talking about the fireworks when the dragon king finally, you know…” he raises an eyebrow. 

“claims his queen.”

you are done for. 

“toji —” you start, but he’s already pushing himself up, reaching over to grab a copy of your book from the nightstand. you mentally curse past you for being sentimental enough to keep a copy so close by.

“here we go,” he says, flipping through the pages, and damn it, he’s really going for it. “right to chapter twenty. ah… here. listen to this, babe.” he clears his throat dramatically, as if he’s about to perform the damn shakespearean sonnet of the year. 

“the dragon king leaned in, his voice a whisper like embers in the dark, promising the queen his undying loyalty, his soul, his fire —”

“toji,” you hiss, trying not to laugh because this is utterly ridiculous. but also kind of the most endearing thing he’s ever done.

“— and his lips claimed hers with the kind of passion only a dragon king possessed,” he continues, absolutely deadpan. 

his eyes flicker up to yours, and the next thing you know, he’s leaning in, his mouth soft against yours, playful, slow. “see?” he murmurs against your lips, teasing. “it’s right there in the text.”

you barely hold back a giggle. “toji fushiguro, you are not… using my own book to seduce me.”

he grins, kissing the corner of your mouth. “oh, sweetheart. i absolutely am. and i’m pretty sure you’re enjoying it, too.” his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer, and damn it, you are enjoying this.

“this is absurd,” you mutter, though your words lose their conviction as he trails kisses down your neck, each one soft and teasing. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculous,” he murmurs between kisses, “for my beautiful wife who writes… excellent dragon king romances? definitely.” he pauses, looking up at you with that glint in his eyes that you know spells trouble. 

“and don’t act like you don’t find it hot, mrs. fushiguro. we both know that’s a lie.”

you groan, flopping back against the pillows. “why did i write chapter twenty like that? i’ve doomed myself.”

he raises an eyebrow, that smirk even more devilish. “hey, i’m just a fan, enjoying a private reading,” he says, leaning back in to brush his lips against yours, soft and gentle at first, but deepening, his hand cupping your cheek in that way that drives you crazy. 

“go on,” he whispers, voice low, “read for me.”

your heart’s pounding now, every nerve in your body alive with the feel of him so close, his eyes warm and mischievous and so damn loving. 

you swallow, taking a steadying breath, and somehow, miraculously, you manage to open the book and start reading in a low, slightly shaky voice.

“the dragon king wrapped his arms around her,” you read, feeling your voice hitch as toji’s fingers trace little patterns along your arm, sending shivers through you, “his breath warm against her ear, promising her… his devotion. his soul. his fire.”

“mmm,” toji murmurs, pressing a kiss to your jawline. “keep going. this is getting good.”

you continue, barely able to concentrate because he’s absolutely enjoying every second of this. 

“and as his lips met hers, it was like… like an explosion of heat, consuming them both in a moment so intense it could… melt worlds.” you swallow, feeling his hand slide around your waist, his face close to yours, his gaze dark with desire.

“you know, i think your writing really captures the, uh, tension here,” he teases, his voice a rough whisper against your ear.

“you’re impossible,” you say, laughing despite yourself as he pulls you back down onto the bed, his kisses now less playful, more earnest, his hand finding yours, fingers interlacing like they belong there.

“impossibly in love with my talented, beautiful wife,” he murmurs against your skin, his lips soft and warm. “the one who just happens to write the best damn dragon romances out there.”

you let out a breathless laugh, burying your face in his shoulder. “if my readers could see this right now, they’d probably riot.”

he chuckles, pulling you close, his hand running through your hair. “well, they don’t get this version of you. that’s all mine.”

you look up at him, heart swelling with so much love you feel you might burst. “yeah?” you murmur, feeling your voice go soft, your hand reaching up to trace his jawline.

“yeah,” he says, leaning in to kiss you, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes you forget the whole world, until there’s just him, just you, just the two of you tangled together in this little piece of forever.

you’re deep in the moment, hands tangled around toji’s neck, your heart racing, and then thump! — your hardcover book smacks him right on the back of his head. 

you freeze, horrified, but toji just blinks, a slow grin spreading across his face. where you see a mood-killer, he sees a grand opportunity.

“well, well,” he says, rubbing the spot with exaggerated drama, “guess the dragon king’s under attack.” 

then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he reaches down, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “only one way to counter this… surprise assault.”

before you can say a word, he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing that ridiculous six — or is it eight? — pack of his. you lose count every time. the man’s a walking anatomy lesson.

he leans back against the pillows, arms casually behind his head like he’s just some unassuming king lounging in his castle. 

“so,” he drawls, raising an eyebrow, “don’t you think it’s only fair for ‘equality’ reasons that you join me in my… wardrobe adjustments?”

you stare at him, knowing exactly what he’s doing, but still, the smirk on his face is impossible to resist. 

“oh, ‘equality,’ huh?” you laugh, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “you’re seriously using that excuse?”

“hey,” he says with an innocent shrug, though that devilish grin gives him away. “you hit me on the head. you owe me. this is… reparations.”

“reparations?” you raise an eyebrow, feigning disbelief as you fiddle with the book, stalling, though your heart’s racing. “i think you just want me out of my shirt.”

“yeah, obviously.” his eyes sparkle, not an ounce of shame. “you’ve got the dragon king here, and he’s got a… well, let’s just call it a mighty thirst for, uh, ‘visual balance.’”

you laugh, shaking your head. “visual balance? you’re just making things up now!”

“come on,” he says, reaching out and gently tugging at the hem of your shirt with that smirk that melts you every time. “for equality. and… maybe chapter twenty accuracy?”

you try to hold in a laugh, failing miserably. “oh, now you’re committed to accuracy, are you?”

“absolutely.” he leans in, his eyes meeting yours, that smirk growing softer, somehow more sincere. “besides,” he murmurs, voice low, “i’m not about to let some book have all the fun of a private reading with you.”

his words send warmth straight to your chest, and you find yourself surrendering to his playfulness. slowly, you lift the hem of your shirt, and his gaze never leaves yours, following each movement with that quiet intensity that makes you feel like you’re the only thing in his world.

“happy now?” you ask, raising an eyebrow once the shirt is off and tossed to the side.

toji’s gaze trails over you, his smile widening. “mmm, much better,” he says, voice a low rumble. he reaches out, pulling you close until you’re practically lying on top of him, his hands resting lightly on your waist. 

“now,” he whispers, his breath warm against your cheek, “about that private reading…”

“you mean, before the book tries to knock you out again?” you say, laughing softly as he grins.

“nah,” he replies, pulling you closer, voice softer now. “i think i’d rather hear it from you… no books, no pages. just us.” his hand slides up your back, his touch so familiar, so gentle, and suddenly, you’re not laughing anymore, just looking into his eyes, feeling like you’re in your own story, one that’s still being written.

“fine,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder as he holds you close, his fingers brushing through your hair. “i’ll read to you, toji. but only if you promise…” you pause, smirking, “not to bring out any more ‘dragon king’ moves.”

he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “no promises,” he murmurs, voice warm and full of laughter.

you’re lost in the warmth of his embrace, melting into him as your lips meet, his hands firm on your waist, grounding you as you straddle him. skin to skin, chest to chest, heartbeats syncing — it's everything a newlywed morning should be. but then… 

oh.

you feel it. 

that very… unignorable reminder pressing insistently against you, and the realization hits like a lightning bolt, your face heating up as if someone turned the thermostat up to a hundred. 

you swallow, suddenly very aware of the “problem” in question, and try your hardest to keep a straight face. 

it’s not like this is new or anything. toji’s your husband. this is normal. completely normal. all husbands feel like this for their wives, right? 

right.

but he’s… so unbothered. he doesn’t even hesitate, just keeps his hands on you, tracing slow circles along your back, his thumb brushing over your skin, his lips curling into a smirk like he knows exactly how much he’s affecting you. and maybe he does. 

of course he does.

“toji,” you manage to whisper, barely holding it together, but he’s already looking at you with that lazy, smug grin, like you’re his personal sunrise, and he’s basking in every single second. 

“you, uh… you sure you’re okay there?”

“me?” he raises an eyebrow, all innocence as he chuckles, his voice a warm, sleepy rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. “i’m more than okay, sweetheart. just enjoying my beautiful wife on our first morning as mr. and mrs. fushiguro.” he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone that’s entirely too distracting. 

“besides,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin, “i think you’re the one who’s a little… flustered.”

flustered? you? 

“toji, you’ve got a —” you start, but he interrupts, grinning wickedly.

“a ‘normal human reaction’?” he teases, voice dropping to that smooth, low register that drives you crazy. “can’t help it when you’re this close. on top of me. looking like that.”

you cover your face with your hands, half-laughing, half-dying of embarrassment. “stop — oh my god, you’re insufferable.”

“and you love it,” he says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. his eyes are soft, sincere, with a glint of mischief as he tilts his head. “what’s a husband supposed to do? just look at you? you make it real hard, y’know?”

he lets out a low laugh at your expression and then holds you tighter, his hands warm and steady on your waist. 

“guess we’re not getting out of bed for a while, huh?”

you’re not sure what’s come over you — maybe it’s the morning sunlight streaming in, soft and hazy; maybe it’s the devilish little voice in your head nudging you forward. 

but somehow, here you are, straddling your very, very surprised husband, taking matters (and his pants) into your own hands. 

and, well, let’s just say you got a little… ambitious.

before you even have time to think, you’re, um… fully committed. 

as in, no turning back. 

as in, you’re in.

toji’s eyes go wide, his hands gripping your hips as if he’s trying to catch up to what’s happening. his breath hitches, his head falling back against the pillow, and he lets out something between a sob and what might be a moan. 

his cheeks are flushed, his jaw tight, and for a second, he just stares up at you with a look that’s a mix of reverence and utter disbelief.

“you… y-you just… did you just — ?” he manages to stammer, the words catching in his throat, and suddenly, you’re the one who’s freaking out. 

the reality of what you just did hits like a freight train, and you’re not prepared.

“uh… yes?” you squeak, as if you’re also trying to convince yourself. a nervous laugh escapes you. “i mean… yeah. i just… i thought… y’know, we’re married now, so… spontaneity?”

toji’s lips press into a shaky smile, his fingers tightening on your waist. 

“spontaneity, huh?” he repeats, a breathless laugh bubbling up as he tries to process the situation. “damn, sweetheart, you really know how to keep a guy on his toes.”

your cheeks heat up, and you suddenly realize just how locked into this you are. 

no backing out now, not when you’re quite literally in the thick of it. 

“oh god,” you mutter, half to yourself. “did i just… did i seriously just yolo this?”

toji laughs, his thumb tracing comforting circles on your hip, his voice a little strained but warm as ever. “honestly? kind of the best ones of my life. but if you’re freaking out… we can take a breather.”

but there’s something in his gaze — something soft and genuine, with that signature spark of mischief — that steadies you a little. you take a breath, letting his presence calm your nerves. 

and then, with a shaky smile, you lean down, pressing your forehead to his.

“just… don’t move too fast, okay?” you whisper, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“you’re the boss, mrs. fushiguro,” he murmurs, voice low and tender, and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you steady. “locked and loaded… best way to start the day.”

you try to summon every ounce of confidence your heroines have ever possessed — the boldness, the sass, the sheer conviction that they know exactly what they're doing. 

but here you are, completely frozen, caught somewhere between exhilaration and abject terror. 

your mind is racing, but your body? not so much. you can’t seem to move.

and to make matters worse, there’s a tiny part of you that’s panicking, the same part that has you wiggling slightly as you try to find any semblance of control. 

naturally, he notices, and, of course, he feels it, too.

toji’s eyes soften, his mouth curving into that warm, almost-too-perfect smile that always settles your nerves, and his hands move gently to your hips, steadying you with the barest of pressure. you’re not sure if he’s trying to keep you from falling apart or if he’s anchoring himself, too.

“hey,” he murmurs, voice warm and so steady it cuts through your internal chaos. “you don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. lemme take care of you.”

he tilts his head back to meet your eyes, and the softness in his gaze is almost enough to melt you. 

“besides,” he teases, a wicked little glint appearing in his eyes, “the last thing i want is you remembering this as the morning you freaked out on top of me. that wouldn’t be fair to you, or, honestly… to me.”

you manage a shaky laugh, trying to focus on him rather than the tangle of nerves twisting in your stomach. 

and maybe, just maybe, you can let go of your inner heroine pep talk just this once.

“okay…” you whisper, breath still catching, but there’s something in his touch that’s grounding you. “just… go slow?”

“yes ma’am.” his voice drops an octave, the promise of patience woven through every word, and his hands tighten just a little, guiding you with gentle confidence. he starts moving slowly, carefully, each motion more reassuring than the last. his thumb brushes your hip soothingly, grounding you.

“and remember,” he whispers, mouth brushing the corner of your mouth as he leans up, “i’m right here. always.”

you’re trying, really. 

but, for all the research you’ve put into this exact scenario, it’s like your mind’s blanking out on everything. 

front and back? sideways? or was it… circular? maybe up and down? 

why is it that the one time you desperately need a mental slideshow, all your research notes abandon you?

to make matters worse, toji’s expression isn’t exactly helping. he’s looking at you with this mix of sheer desperation and restraint, like he’s teetering on the edge of losing it or… combusting. 

maybe both.

“uh, toji,” you murmur, fingers trailing uncertainly on his chest as you try to read his reaction. “am i… doing this right?” you ask, half-joking, half-panicked, but mostly hoping for some kind of confirmation. or maybe a sign that you’re not about to ruin him.

toji’s eyes snap open a bit wider, and the sounds he makes are… well, hardly words. 

more like a strangled, garbled mess of syllables that could pass for something between a moan and a mutter. he opens his mouth to say something and then just clenches his jaw, exhaling a shaky breath.

“babe…” he finally chokes out, voice rough. “whatever you’re doing… just… give me a sec, okay?”

you stifle a laugh, watching as his hands are balled so tight at his sides that they’re nearly shaking. it’s like he’s holding himself together by sheer willpower alone. you swear his knuckles might actually be going white.

he lets out a huff, like he’s trying to recite a grocery list or remember anything that isn’t the feel of you on top of him. 

“satoru’s voice… that dumb soap commercial… yeah, yeah, there it is… ‘leaves you feeling fresh all day’... god help me,” he mutters under his breath.

“toji?” you can’t help it; you lean in, brushing your lips against his jaw as he swallows hard. 

“i think i’ve broken you.”

his head tips back, a strained laugh breaking through as he fights to keep his cool. 

“you… might just have,” he manages, voice rough around the edges, and there’s this flash of helplessness in his gaze that makes your heart skip.

“i’m doing that well, huh?” you smirk, feeling just the tiniest spark of confidence.

he groans, half in frustration, half in what sounds like pride. “yeah… yeah, you are,” he grits out. 

“and if you move… in literally any direction right now, i’m not sure how much longer i can hold back.”

you take a moment to consider, still a little nervous, but now definitely encouraged by the effect you seem to be having on him. 

“well,” you whisper, “you’re my husband now. i think that means we can both… figure this out together.”

he looks up at you, that steady, determined look in his eyes, as he exhales another shaky breath. 

“then let’s figure it out,” he murmurs, voice softer now, but still brimming with that intensity.

his hands finally settle on your hips, steadying you as he starts guiding you slowly, deliberately, and the careful rhythm he sets feels like it’s easing all that tension out of both of you.

“god… toji,” you murmur, feeling every little shift and movement as he keeps you close, never rushing, always guiding.

“that’s right, sweetheart,” he says, his tone softening as he takes his time with you. “we’ve got all the time in the world.”

while toji is supposedly the one who should have all the experience here, somehow you’re the one taking charge — leading the pace, finding a rhythm, and honestly, feeling a little like some overconfident cowgirl until you remember, oh right, this is toji fushiguro, not some wild bronco.

okay, maybe ease up on the cowgirl image, you mentally scold yourself, trying to stay focused. 

but that confidence you’re feeling? it’s dangerous. because just as you settle into this boldness, feeling like you’ve got things under control, toji lets out a whimper.

your eyes fly open, heart practically stopping in your chest. 

oh no. 

was that a sound of pain? 

did you somehow… break him? 

wait, is it even possible to damage internal organs like this? 

“toji…?” you ask, almost scared to hear the answer.

he lifts his head a little, looking dazed and half-lost, his breathing heavy, eyes hazy with disbelief as he mutters, 

“y-you’re…” he doesn’t even finish, just closes his eyes, head falling back as another broken whimper slips out. 

and then it hits you.

oh.

“you… you like this?” you ask, almost stunned. the idea that you’re the one making him sound like that? 

the thought is so potent it makes you feel a rush of something warm and… yeah, okay, powerful.

he’s barely able to respond, his hands gripping your hips now, knuckles white as he nods, lips parted in another helpless gasp as he tries and fails to keep his cool. 

“don’t… stop,” he finally chokes out, like he’s barely hanging on.

“oh, trust me, i’m not going anywhere,” you whisper, heart racing. and now there’s this little thrill lighting you up from the inside out, because every tiny movement is pulling more helpless little sounds from him, his restraint finally slipping.

toji’s voice is so rough, barely holding it together as he grits out, “you’re killing me, sweetheart… god…”

“well,” you manage, barely keeping your own composure, “it’s only fair, right? after all the times you’ve done this to me?”

he lets out another shaky exhale, clearly struggling, and for a second you’re genuinely worried he might just combust completely. 

“y-you really think… you’re doing me in, huh?”

you raise a brow, smirking despite yourself. “you sound like you’re the one struggling here.”

he laughs breathlessly, like he can hardly believe it, before he pulls you close, one hand cupping the back of your neck. 

“struggling?” he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise. “i’m just letting you have your fun before i flip us over and show you exactly who’s in charge here.”

your heart does a somersault. because the thrill of this playful push and pull, of seeing him finally lose control? 

that’s the best way to start any morning.

toji’s brain is on a full-blown rollercoaster right now, and not in the way he’d imagined. 

he’d thought he’d be calm, collected, the man in control, ready to take his time with you and make this morning something sweet and a little filthy, just like you’d always hinted at. 

he’d be the one setting the scene, the one doing all the work, the one guiding you gently, like he’d dreamed about doing ever since you let him in on that side of your writing.

he even had a whole monologue rehearsed in his head last night: “to my parents, my friends, and any god who’s listening, thank you for giving me this beautiful woman to love, a girl with fire in her veins and creativity for days.” 

he’d planned on simple, soft kisses, with lots of praise to make you feel adored, even throw in a little dirty talk, just like in your books. 

he’d thought about quoting a line or two back at you for fun — maybe one from that chapter you wrote where the dragon king says, “you’re all mine tonight, and you’ll feel every inch of me, i promise.”

but now? 

all that’s gone out the window, because here you are, on top of him, taking the lead with confidence, and he’s losing his mind. 

every time he tries to open his mouth, all he can get out is a strangled groan, and it’s doing something to him he wasn’t expecting. 

he can barely recognize himself; the words he’d so carefully picked out are just… gone. every time you shift, it’s like his thoughts scatter to the wind, replaced by pure, helpless need.

he wants to tell you, wants to let you know how much he loves this, loves you, how insane you’re driving him, but all that comes out is a barely-coherent mess of sounds, and it hits him that you’re not just in control of his body — you’ve completely stolen his mind, too.

“i… god, i thought i was supposed to be the one teaching you…” he finally manages to whisper, half in awe, half in defeat.

you smirk, that little gleam in your eye sending a shiver down his spine. “thought you liked a surprise every now and then?”

and all he can do is nod, a dazed look in his eyes. 

because in this moment, he realizes he’d gladly give up every carefully planned word, every practiced move, just to feel like this forever: utterly and completely wrapped around your finger, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

the second toji feels your movements stutter, that telltale shiver coursing through you, he knows exactly what’s happening. 

and oh, he’s not about to let you handle all that on your own. 

in one smooth, effortless motion, he flips you onto your back, settling himself on top of you with a grin that’s downright devilish. his muscles flex as he moves, every bit of that gym routine paying off in real time.

“thought i’d take over, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and husky, his words wrapping around you like velvet. “just… seemed like you could use a little help.”

you meet his gaze, already breathless, but the excitement bubbling inside you is impossible to ignore. 

“oh, you’re taking over now?” you tease, your hands resting on his strong shoulders, gripping tight, letting him feel the way your fingers tremble slightly. "go on then, show me what you got."

his eyes darken, and the heat between you intensifies as he lowers himself, pressing a line of kisses along your neck that makes your whole body tingle. 

"you don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with that rough, familiar affection, every word sending a thrill straight to your core.

with every frantic movement, every desperate thrust, he’s thoroughly reminding you that this is his world, and you’re just lucky to be living in it. 

the tension that had been building inside you starts winding tighter again, and you feel like you’re seconds away from cumming. every nerve is on fire, and his name escapes your lips like a prayer, like you’re as completely lost in him as he is in you.

“that’s it, just like that,” he whispers, his tone full of encouragement, his breath warm against your ear. “i want you to feel everything, sweetheart.”

and with the way he’s moving, with the heat and the energy building between you, you don’t doubt for a second that he’s going to make good on that promise.

you're clinging to him, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, arms tangled around his neck like you’re in some intense love-drunk wrestling hold, and you’re this close, teetering on the edge. 

you have no idea what to do with all that emotion bubbling up inside — are you supposed to say something? shout something? last time, when he went down on you, you practically screeched, and that memory alone is enough to make you blush in embarrassment. 

but, you’re different now, classier, you tell yourself. 

totally changed. 

so instead, you lean up, press your lips to his ear, and let out a quiet, garbled, “i love you.”

toji goes still for a fraction of a second — barely a heartbeat — but it’s long enough for you to feel it: he wasn’t ready for that. it’s a sneak attack, and you see his face shift, his eyes going wide for just a moment before the heat in them intensifies, pure, raw emotion flooding in. you feel his whole body respond to those three words, and just as you think yes, i’ve got him, you realize he’s already cumming. 

finished, before he even had a chance to let out a coherent response. he’s so stunned that he just mutters, “fuck,” breathless and hoarse, the word barely forming on his lips.

you can’t help but laugh, voice filled with a mix of triumph and disbelief. “wow, that got you, huh?” you tease, brushing a hand through his hair, feeling all the tension melt from his body as he tries to catch his breath. “and here you thought you had it all planned out.”

he huffs, pulling you even closer, his forehead resting against yours, that familiar smirk creeping back into place despite the flush on his cheeks. 

“never underestimate the power of a writer,” he murmurs, voice deep and warm. “especially when her words pack one hell of a punch.”

and you grin, sinking into the feeling of having completely swept him off his feet, knowing full well he wouldn’t want it any other way.

toji’s lying there in post-bliss, still catching his breath, when it hits him harder than any of gojo’s early-morning, glass-shattering shrieks: he just took his wife’s v-card. 

he’s your first. 

and then it all unravels, one chaotic revelation after another — he just came inside you. 

came inside you. 

and wait, oh hell, were you even on any contraception?

his eyes widen in a near-panic, and he can feel his pulse skyrocketing again, but this time it’s not from excitement. 

he remembers how much you love kids — yeah, kids. specifically, one kid. megumi. did you two even talk about adding more to that tally?

“uh, babe…” he starts, pulling away as gently as possible. he ignores the mess and all sense of grace as he practically scrambles to his feet, hurriedly grabbing the first thing he can to clean you up, which turns out to be some spare tissues by the bed.

you blink up at him, a bit dazed but smiling, that look of total contentment on your face. but it just makes him panic more.

“are… are you okay?” he asks, voice a bit too frantic. he’s cleaning you up with a gentleness that feels oddly out of character, his hands trembling just slightly as he checks you over, his fingers brushing your cheek, your arm, like he’s making sure you’re really, truly okay. “do you feel… i dunno, uh… like, rested? like, you’re good, right? not too sore?”

you let out a soft laugh, reaching up to cup his cheek. “i’m fine, toji. actually, i’m more than fine,” you say, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone, and his heart does that stupid skip thing again. he can’t let himself get sidetracked, though.

“oh, that’s good — really good.” he nods, grabbing the water bottle that’s somehow on his nightstand, a red iron man one. “here, drink this.” he uncaps it, nudging it toward your lips. “hydrate and all.”

you stare at the bottle for a second, blinking. 

“is that… ‘gumi’s iron man bottle?”

“i don’t know, and i don’t care right now. just drink,” he says, pushing it toward you with a kind of determination, and you obediently take a few sips, though you’re clearly trying not to laugh.

after a few swallows, you pull back, wiping your lips. “toji, relax. you’re the one who told me to trust you, right?”

he’s rubbing the back of his neck now, a bit embarrassed but mostly still caught up in his thoughts. “yeah, well, i didn’t think that…” he trails off, looking at the mess on the sheets with an almost horrified expression. 

“i just… we didn’t talk about… kids.”

you tilt your head, giving him a soft look. “toji, do you want kids?”

he runs a hand through his hair, that panic settling into something softer. “i mean, i’m good with megs, y’know? he’s… he’s all i need, but… it’s not like i’d be against it.” he shifts, the vulnerability clear in his eyes. “just… wanted to make sure that’s what you wanted, too.”

you reach for his hand, pulling him back down beside you, a reassuring smile on your face. “we can figure that out together. maybe we don’t know everything yet, but that’s okay. we’ve got time, don’t we?”

he lets out a sigh, relief flooding through him as he squeezes your hand. “yeah, yeah we do. i guess i just… never thought i’d get to do this. to be… a real family, with you.”

“toji,” you murmur, leaning in close, pressing your forehead to his. “you already gave me everything i could ever want. whether it’s just you and me, or us and megumi… or more.”

he lets out a chuckle, feeling lighter as he finally lets himself relax. “alright, alright. just don’t scare me like that, okay?” he mumbles, reaching for the blanket to cover you both up again. 

and as he lies back down beside you, he can’t help the soft smile that spreads across his face.

two years had flown by since that whirlwind of a wedding, and life with toji and megumi had settled into a heartwarming, beautifully chaotic rhythm. 

megumi, now ten , was in a phase where he’d scoff and roll his eyes at anything even remotely ‘ kiddish ,’ claiming he was far too mature for that stuff now.

but you’d caught glimpses of that little boy spark in him — a reminder that he hadn’t fully shed his innocence yet. 

like the time you’d spent an entire evening painstakingly building a lego dragon together, a complicated model that had you and toji squinting at the manual with a kind of warrior resolve.

where toji groaned, half-buried in tiny plastic pieces. “this better be the last one, kiddo, or your mama and i are gonna turn into dragons ourselves,” he muttered, piecing together the dragon’s intricate scales.

megumi tried to act indifferent, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. “well, i don’t need it. dragons are kinda… whatever .”

but the moment the final piece snapped into place, his face lit up with such unguarded delight, and he stared at the completed dragon, almost in awe. 

“actually… it’s kinda cool,” he mumbled, tracing the wings with his finger.

and then there was the iron man phase. 

just last week, you had surprised him with a new iron man action figure — the latest model that even he, the ‘ oh-so-mature ’ ten-year-old, had been subtly eyeing. he’d accepted it with a feigned shrug, muttering something about it being ‘ okay ,’ but later you found him arranging his collection on his shelf with utmost care, placing iron man front and center.

today was a new milestone, though. suguru, ever the romantic, had finally invited his elusive business partner and the woman he was head over heels for: the famed mrs. ryomen , founder of persephone wines, accompanied by none other than her husband, ryomen sukuna . their wine brands were renowned globally, their rivalry and partnership like something out of a novel, and, unsurprisingly, satoru never shut up about how good the wines were.

the moment you laid eyes on her, you understood why suguru was so smitten. she was a vision of grace — calm, poised, with an elegance that felt both timeless and grounded. her wisdom was palpable, like she’d seen the world and learned from it, carrying that understanding effortlessly. 

and beside her was sukuna, a towering figure, his presence demanding attention without a single word. he wore his reputation as the industry’s most formidable businessman like a second skin, but there was a softness in his eyes whenever he glanced at his wife.

and trailing beside them, in her adorable little dress and with a wide, mischievous smile, was their five-year-old daughter, aiko. she looked exactly like her mother but had that unmistakable devious glint in her eyes — the unmistakable ryomen charm that came with a penchant for trouble.

aiko spotted megumi almost immediately, her eyes lighting up as she sized him up with that daring grin. without a second’s hesitation, she skipped over, standing tall in front of him as if ready for a duel. 

“you��re megumi, right?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

megumi nodded, looking slightly intimidated but also oddly impressed. “uh… yeah? ”

“my daddy says you’re gonna be tall like him someday,” she announced with a challenging gleam. “but i think i’ll still be cooler.”

toji, watching the exchange, chuckled, leaning down to you. “she’s got the ryomen spirit, alright. poor suguru, he’s in for a lifetime of keeping up.”

suguru, who had been watching from the sidelines, gave an almost weary smile. “don’t remind me. she’s just like her dad, which is… terrifying.”

over the course of the evening, satoru found every possible opportunity to rave about the wine, which led to a slightly tipsy serenade of praise to both persephone and ryomen wines. 

suguru shook his head, but you caught the faintest hint of pride in his eyes as satoru loudly professed, “the best wine on earth, right here! what did i do in my past life to deserve this ?”

“satoru, we get it,” shoko laughed, patting his shoulder. “but maybe save some of your poetic speeches for the actual wine reps?”

sukuna, stoic as ever, cracked the smallest smirk. “better listen to her, gojo, or next time you’re paying double for every bottle.”

at this, megumi tugged at your hand, pulling you down so he could whisper in your ear, “do you think they’re like… superheroes? like, fancy business ones? ”

you grinned, whispering back, “maybe, but the kind that save people’s sanity after long days with a good glass of wine.”

as the night wore on, aiko became bolder, challenging megumi to little games and teasing him whenever he pretended to be unimpressed. 

by the end, they were both racing around, megumi begrudgingly admitting that maybe having a ‘ little kid ’ around wasn’t the worst thing ever.

and you, watching your little found family and newfound friends all mingling, felt a sense of peace settle over you. life had changed so much, yet, with every piece that had fallen into place, it felt more complete than ever.

toji slid his hand into yours, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. “so,” he murmured, nodding towards the crowd of laughing, chatting, slightly inebriated friends, “how’s forever treating you?”

you squeezed his hand back, leaning into his warmth. “with you? it’s perfect .”

— [epilogue] 

megumi adjusted the microphone, clearing his throat as he began his podcast. the familiar red recording light blinked on, and for a moment, he hesitated. 

but then, that cool, low voice of his rolled out — completely unaware of just how many listeners were tuned in because of that very voice.

“hey, everyone,” he started, with a slight, almost embarrassed laugh. “it’s megumi. welcome back to another episode. thanks for sticking around, i guess.” 

he took a deep breath, leaning into his usual deadpan humor. “today’s a little… special.”

eight years had passed, and megumi was now eighteen, on the verge of starting college. you never could have imagined that the quiet, reserved little boy who once scowled at anything that wasn’t cool enough would be sitting here, in gojo-sonic’s recording studio, with a podcast following that had skyrocketed in the last few months - his own little corner of the internet was a hit.

it was always a little surreal, hearing him speak like that — like an old pro — though megumi had no idea just how attractive his voice was. 

you’d caught snippets of his episodes in passing, and honestly, you were floored. it had that raw, emo, mysterious vibe that made his fans swoon. 

but megumi didn’t care much for that. he just liked talking. 

talking about whatever came to mind, whether it was the state of the world or random deep thoughts about dragons (which his viewers loved).

he paused for a second, then smirked. “so, apparently, it’s the anniversary of the sequel to my mama’s infamous ‘mating with the dragon king’ series, which is, uh…” he chuckled under his breath. “a title i try not to think too hard about, for my own sanity.”

he glanced at his notes, mentally preparing himself for the rest. “but it’s also my parents’ anniversary. they’ve been together a long time now, and honestly, i think they’ve aged pretty well… if not gotten weirder, too.”

"okay, so first things first," megumi continued, tapping his fingers against the mic like he was thinking. 

"i’ve been asked a lot recently — yeah, like a lot — about my parents. so, i thought today, i’d… well, talk about them. for those who don’t know, my mom and dad are basically the best couple on the planet." 

he paused for a moment, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. "and no, i’m not just saying that because they pay my college tuition," he added, voice dry, before laughing lightly. the subtle humor, that ever-present dry wit of his, had not been lost over the years.

“i’m serious, though,” megumi continued, his tone shifting slightly. “they’ve been married almost ten years now. ten years. that’s a long time, right? you know, the stuff i’ve seen them go through — good and bad — has honestly been like watching a rom-com… without the cheesy music. it’s real.”

he leaned back, grinning at the memory of his dad attempting to act cool when his mom gave him the anniversary gift she’d obviously poured her heart into, and how his dad pretended to brush it off while trying not to tear up. 

“i swear, my dad still thinks he’s the heartthrob he was in his youth… not that he’ll admit he ever thought that.”

a comment from the live chat caught his eye, and he read it aloud with a half-smile, “how are the lovebirds doing these days?”

“they’re… good,” he answered, a little softer, before laughing. “honestly, they’re like teenagers sometimes. last week, i caught them dancing to “dancing queen” in the kitchen at, like, two in the morning. my mama insisted they were ‘practicing their moves.’”

another comment rolled in: “is it true they started dating because of ‘mating with the dragon king’?”

megumi groaned, rubbing his forehead. 

“okay, so — yes, my mama’s… work may or may not have been involved in them getting together. which, by the way, is mortifying, but what can you do?”

he continued, “so yeah, every year, around this time, they go through the book again. they claim it’s just to, i don’t know, ‘relive the magic,’ or whatever. but personally, i think it’s just their excuse to laugh over the old cheesy lines and then get all sappy.” his voice softened, and you could hear the fondness there. “it’s… it’s cute, actually.”

as he sifted through more questions, a few regulars in the chat started asking about his dad’s influence on the podcast. 

“so… ‘like father, like son,’ huh?” he repeated aloud. “you all know my dad, toji fushiguro. he’s been a big reason i’m doing this at all. every week he tunes in and listens, usually making some snide comment about my ‘emo’ voice.” he chuckled. 

“but, like, he’s my biggest fan. it’s… weird. and kinda awesome.”

megumi leaned closer to the mic, as if sharing a secret. “sometimes he even gives me topic ideas, and he likes to pretend he’s all smooth about it. last week he was like, ‘hey, you ever think about doing an episode on… i don’t know, how to handle annoying old guys? just… putting it out there.’” 

megumi rolled his eyes. “yeah, thanks, dad.”

one listener asked, “so, are your parents tuning in today?”

megumi laughed. “oh, you better believe it. mama’s probably listening right now, making little notes about everything she’s going to tease me for later. and dad? he’s probably lounging around, acting all nonchalant, but hanging onto every word. he never says it, but… he’s proud. he just shows it in weird, dad ways.”

you, sitting in the living room across the house, smiled to yourself. you and toji hadn’t missed an episode of his podcast, even if megumi was often too cool to tell you exactly what he was talking about on-air. 

this was your son, the one who swore he'd never be like you two, now waxing poetic about your love life. you had to admit, it felt like a win.

you couldn't help but chuckle as you leaned over to toji, who was sprawled on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone. “he doesn’t even realize how much he sounds like you.”

toji grinned, looking up from his phone. “i know. ’m proud, honestly. the kid’s got my voice, and he’s got a knack for talking like a damn pro.”

then, someone commented, “do they still do their anniversary dinner tradition?”

“yeah, every year without fail,” he said with a warm smile. “they go to this little bar where they first met. same table, same drinks….it’s a whole thing. and they always make sure to bring something dragon-themed as, like, an inside joke.”

“is it true you used to help pick out those dragon anniversary gifts?”

“uh, yeah, when i was a kid, i’d help out. it started with this silly little dragon keychain i got from a claw machine. my mama loved it, and dad pretended it was the best thing ever. and now… it’s just something they do. last year, we found this ridiculously tacky dragon-shaped candle holder. they loved it, of course.”

he paused, watching the flood of hearts and happy emojis on the screen. “honestly, seeing them still be so… them, even after all these years — it’s kinda awesome.”

as the comments continued to pour in, he couldn’t help but smile. “you know, when i was younger, i thought all of it was a little much. but now, i think… it’s cool. like, really cool, to have two people who just… get each other, and who make life fun. like, i might roll my eyes, but i wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

“anyway, that’s enough of the mushy stuff,” megumi added with a huff, trying to shake off the softness that had crept into his voice. “the point is, they’ve been together for a decade, and they still act like they’re in their honeymoon phase. but they’re both ridiculous, so whatever works, right?”

one final comment caught his eye: “do you ever think about finding a love like theirs?”

megumi laughed, leaning back in his chair. “i don't really know if I’ll ever be that kind of couple — that couple who looks at each other like it's just… meant to be. but honestly? i kinda hope i do. 'cause if that’s what they’ve got, i want it too. who knows?”

there was a beat of silence before megumi sighed, clearly awkward with what he’d just said. 

"alright, that’s enough of the sappy stuff. let’s move on to today's topic of… superhero movies."

the episode cut into a new segment, but not before you could hear megumi’s voice soften again.

“but if i do… you guys will be the first to hear about it. after all, i learned from the best.”

you pressed a hand to your chest, feeling an overwhelming swell of love for your son. despite all his protests, the way he spoke about you and toji just now? it was more than a little heartwarming.

“ten years, huh?” toji said softly, his voice carrying that familiar warmth. “you think we’ve gotten better with age, or are we just getting more ridiculous?”

you leaned your head on his shoulder, chuckling softly. “i’d say both. we’re definitely more ridiculous. but i’m pretty sure we’re still just as in love as we were on day one.”

toji smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

back in the recording room, megumi wrapped up the episode with his usual quiet flair, and just as he was about to sign off, he added, 

"to all the people listening out there — especially the ones who think i'm some kind of “emo, angsty mess” — you’re not wrong. but hey, thanks for sticking around. and shoutout to mama and dad… for being the real heroes of this fushiguro life.”

you heard the final click of the microphone turning off, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell once again, knowing that your little family, in all its weird, loving chaos, was exactly where it needed to be.

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What's about innocent! Reader with sensible, biggie breasts X Top! Agatha, teasing, nipples play and all that, maybe magic bondage? Have a nice Day and thanks for share ur work

You Don't Know What You Do To Me

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 2265

Warnings: Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Innocent!Reader, Pet Names, Enchanted Strap, Squirting Strap, Cock warming, Nipple Play, Some light magic bondage, Squirting, Cumming from just nipple stimulation, Blow Job, Mommy Kink, Pussy slapping (Like once)

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Sound of keys clicking on a keyboard fills your ears as you step into the door frame of your girlfriend's home office, leaning against as you watch on. Agatha sits slightly hunched over her desk as she types away at her computer. She has been working all day and it is getting super late. You want her to come to bed and cuddle you to sleep. Missing her presence throughout the day. 

“Aggie?” Your voice flows through the air to your girlfriend’s ears. She looks up at you, her glasses perfectly perched on the end of her nose. You bite your lip anxiously as you look at her. “Yes, sweetheart?” Agatha replies. You can’t tell it by her tone or the look she is giving you but unbeknownst to you she is getting turned on by the looks of you. You’re too innocent to realize that what you are wearing could cause any problems. You just wanted to be comfy. Your body is clad in one of her t-shirts not even long enough to cover the panties you are wearing. “Are you coming to bed soon?” You ask the older woman. 

Agatha crooks her finger motioning for you to come over to her. You happily oblige making your way over to her. She pushes her chair out slightly so that you can stand in front of her. You squirm under her gaze as she looks up to you. Worried that you may have upset her for interrupting her. She knows that that pretty little head of yours doesn’t understand what you are doing to her coming in here lookin like that. So she will make you understand. 

Agatha reaches up pulling you down. Your knees hitting hard against the hardwood floor of her office. You let out a small whimper from the impact. She grips your chin with her fingers making you look up to her. “You think you can come in here looking like that?” There is desire burning behind her eyes. “Like what?” You look up at her confused. You don’t know what you could have possibly done. “Oh bunny.” She gently curses your face. “So innocent and sweet and all mine.” You nuzzle into her hand as she gently strokes your cheek. “Mommy still has some work to do but I’ll give you a little attention now. Would that make you happy bunny?” You nod your head eagerly.

Hands move to Agatha’s pants. She unbuckles her belt, unbuttons her pants, and pulls down the zipper. She reaches into her boxers pulling a bright purple dildo from its confined space. You gasp at the object. Agatha takes this time gripping your hair and pushing your head down onto her strap. She moans as your warm mouth and throat envelops the strap. Tears prick at your eyes as you gag. Her hips lightly thrusting the strap down your throat. Her grasp in your hair tightening as she pulls you completely down on her. Your nose meets her pelvis as tears start to fall. You do your best to accommodate her strap. After what feels like forever she pulls you off her strap. You gasp and sputter for air as you cough. Her grip is still tight as she makes you look up at her. She admires the tears running down your cheeks and your wide innocent eyes looking up at her. 

“You don’t know what you do to me. Fuck bunny so perfect.” Agatha lets her grip on your hair go. She watches as you pant and try to pull yourself together with a smile on her face. “Mommy?” Your voice is small. “Come here sweet girl.” She pats her legs signaling for you to sit on her lap. You nod getting off your knees but as soon as you stand Agatha turns you around making you sit with your back to her front. Her strap between your bodies. One arm wraps tightly around your waist keeping you in her lap as the other hand moves down between your legs. She lightly traces her finger on your clothes core. “Mommy still has some work to finish. Be a good girl and keep Mommys strap nice and warm with your pretty pussy.” You whine in response trying to turn in her lap wanting nothing more than to hide in her neck but she doesn’t let you. Slapping a hand down on your pussy makes you cry out. “None of that.” Her voice is commanding. “Yes Mommy, sorry Mommy.” You nod. 

Hands grip your waist tightly lifting you out of her lap. Agatha moves your already drenched panties to the side and lining her cock up with your hole. She pulls you down slowly, your walls stretching deliciously around her strap as you sink down. Both of you moaning at the same time when your ass meets her lap. “Fuck. I should have enchanted this a long time ago bunny. Your pussy feels amazing.” Agatha grinds into you lightly as she wraps her arms around your waist and kisses your neck. “What mommy?” You’re confused by her words. “Oh my sweet dumb baby. Mommy made it to where she can feel everything. It’s like Mommy has a real cock.” You moan at her words eager to please the older woman. Grinding your hips down on her desperate to make her feel good but she stops you. “Mommy still has work to do. Sit here and keep Mommy’s cock warm while she finishes work.” Her fingers dig into your waist stopping you from moving. You whine but accept. “Yes Mommy.”

So that is how you sit. It feels like hours as your walls desperately clinch around her cock. If she is feeling it she sure knows how to hide it. It’s getting harder and harder for you to keep still and patient. As Agatha shifts so does the strap buried inside of you. Small moans tumbling from your lips occasionally. You’re pretty sure that she is doing it on purpose. What you can’t see is the smirk on her face every time you moan. It’s been roughly an hour since you have been positioned on Agatha’s lap and you’re starting to squirm. Agatha had actually finished her work 10 minutes prior but wanted to see how long you would last. 

Your hips start to lightly rock an ach growing so strong between your legs that you can’t help it any longer. But all of a sudden you can’t move anymore causing you to let out a whine in disapproval. You look down and see that your body is wrapped in purple. Your hands are now being forced to lay flat on your thighs. Agatha’s hands going under your shirt as she traces up and down your sides. “You’ve done so good for me bunny. Let Mommy play with you for a bit.” Her hands gently sliding from your sides to your stomach and then up to cup your breast. Your breasts are larger than her hands can hold but she desperately gropes you. “Fuck I love your tits. So perfect and full in my hands.” She pinches your nipples between her fingers causing you to cry out. “And oh so sensitive.” She continues to pinch and twist at your nipples, moans and whimpers falling from your lips. You try so hard to move your hips but you can't, her magic is too strong. 

As Agatha plays with your nipples you can feel a knot growing in your lower abdomen. Your arousal is dripping out around her strap and down in her lap. “Mommy so good.” You tell her this is something new for you. Yes she plays with your breasts but never for this long. “I wonder if my sweet little baby will be able to cum from just this. Hmmm why don’t we find out.” She pinches hard on your nipples. Your head falling back onto her shoulder as a loud moan is ripped from deep within. You’re already so desperate to cum from sitting here for so long but now that knot is getting so tight. 

“Mommy!” You cry out your orgasm close to crashing right through you. “Wanna cum. Please let me cum.” You plead with Agatha as she continues her menstrations on you. Her lips almost pressed to your ear as she whispers. “Cum bunny.” A harsh pinch to your nipples has you falling over the edge. Cumming hard as your back arches pushing your breast further into her hands. Moans filling the room as an overwhelming amount of pleasure courses through your body. Your cum leaking out of you around the strap. Whimpering as her fingers continue. You start to squirm as it becomes too much. “Mommy.” You whimper out. 

Agatha brings her hands to a stop. Whispering praises in your ear as her hands move down to your sides. Her fingers tracing up and down as you pant. Soft encouragement of how good you were for her. Your body is slumped into hers as she wraps her arms around your waist. “Good girl. Such a good girl for Mommy.” She kisses the side of your head. Your instinct to turn in her hold so that you can nuzzle into her is strong, but her hold on you and the strap buried deep in your cunt makes it impossible. 

Agatha gives you just enough time to calm down before her magic dissipates from around you. She stands up pushing your body flush against her desk. She leans over you, her front pressing into your back. The strap inside you shifts causing you to groan. “You made a mess on Mommy’s pants. Mommy’s going to make you have even a bigger mess. Fuck your tight little pussy.” She stands up grabbing your hands and pulling them behind your back. She holds them there as she starts to pound into your pussy. No resistance as she moves the toy in and out of your soaked hole. 

“Fuck bunny you feel so good wrapped around my cock. Squeezing me so tight.” Agatha punctuates her words with every thrust of her hips. Your hands clenched into fists as she jackhammers her hips into you. Her hold on your wrists are tights and your hips bang against the desk with every thrust. You know there will be bruises there tomorrow but you don’t care. All you care about is chasing your second high, pushing your hips back to meet hers. The tip of her strap kissing your cervix when she is buried deep inside of you. 

Agatha’s hand that isn’t holding your wrist behind your back snakes down under you. Her finger pressing into your bundle of nerves makes you cry out. Your mind turns to mush as she uses your hole. Nothing else on your mind other than your Mommy and how she makes you feel. Her name falling from your lips like a prayer. You’re already so close when she uses her fingers to rub tight circles on your clit. “Ahhh! F-Fuck!” You cry out your pussy clenching around her length, which causes her to moan. Her thrust becomes more sloppy as she drives into you. 

“So fucking good.” Agatha pants and you hum in agreement. She held herself together as you sat for so long on her cock when all she wanted to do was fuck you. Now she can chase her high and cum with you. Her sloppy thrust brings both of you closer to the edge. The only thing that can come out of your mouth every time you open it are whimpers and moans. But Agatha knows. She knows your body so well and knows that you want to cum. Her pace picks up to make sure that you both do. Her nails digging into your wrist.

Agatha’s hips stutter and with a final thrust she cums hard. You feel yourself being filled to the brim with white hot sticky cum. It catches you off guard but that full feeling sets you off. A scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm washes over you. Your juices squirting out of you. Covering Agatha, her desk, and yourself. Your eyes roll back in your head as your back arches. You’re still able to push back into the woman as she gently thrust into you prolonging both of your orgasms. 

Your body goes limp on the desk and Agatha brings her hips to a stop before gently pulling out. You whimper at the empty feeling. Your hole clenching around nothing as it tries to keep her cum inside you. She admires it dripping out, a finger scooping it up and pushing it back inside of you. “Mommy.” You squirm. “Sensitive.” Agatha smiles at you, removing her finger and popping it into her mouth. Moaning at the combined taste of you and herself. “Sorry bunny you just look so good with my cum dripping out of you.” She smiles, leaning over and kissing your neck. “How?” You mumble. “Magic my sweet girl. Mommy wanted to fill her baby so she found a way to do so. Did you like it sweetheart?” You nod your head. “Loved it Mommy.”

Agatha helps you off her desk and into her arms. She lifts you up by your thighs and you wrap your legs around her waist and bury your head in her neck. Breathing in the scent of her. “Let's get you cleaned up and to bed.” She gently kisses your head as she carries you out of the room. “Mmm, thank you Mommy.” You mumble into her neck placing soft kisses there. “Anything for my bunny.”

[nerdyneko6373]

guysssss I'm back!! :D

I missed y'all sm I'm so sorry I disappeared for so long-

Long explanation under the cut bc ik you don't want to hear all my yapping after half a year of silence lol. But there's going to be a few changes to how I do things here so here's a quick rundown!

I may not be as active as I used to be so I may not post/reblog everyday.

I still LOVE being tagged in games, chains, and picrews, but I may not get to actually doing it. So if I just heart it, please know I appreciated the thought!! :3

If I don't reblog from you as often as I do others, please please don't take it personally! I can't be everywhere all the time :[

I can't always think of things to say to comfort / support you guys, so I may just heart a vent post as support <3

If you have tagged me in something or messaged me and I haven't responded even though I'm online and posting stuff/reblogging, again, please don't take it personally!! I will get to you eventually. Sometimes I just don't have the mental energy to interact one on one.

This blog has not and will not ever be a political space, my little corner of tumblr is supposed to be a cozy escape from the world and its troubles ^^ So please do not tag me in political posts.

This is all I can think of rn but I will edit later if needed. If ur nosy and wanna know why I disappeared here's the cut!! /lh :]

Hi!! Again, I am so so sorry I went dark for a while there, I really did miss you guys but I definitely I needed to take a break from Tumblr and discord. It's not you guys, not at all, it's just me and my overcomplicated self 😖

What happened was I was becoming too absorbed in my online life and it was starting to interfere with my college work and my other responsibilities. I was also becoming more desensitized to things I don't want to see and I didn't like that. I tend to become obsessed with self-imposed rules and it was making me stressed and overwhelmed just to be online or not to be online.

I try to give each of my mutuals personal attention and support, especially when they're going through something, but a lot of times I don't know how to help you. I'm still trying to figure out things myself, and I really tried but I just can't be responsible for someone else's mental health while inexperienced and going through my own things. And as much as I want to reblog everything from every one of my mutuals, it was becoming more of a obligation that stressed me out when I couldn't accomplish it.

Also, my life has just gotten more busy and it's hard to be online all the time. During my break I was able to take a step back and reset, and it was a good thing for my mental health. I'm more grounded now and have a clearer head, which I'm thankful for!

[wanderers-archive]

hello there!! ur blog is so cute omg, can I request strawberry, pudding (comfort), and water for mitsuba x reader? like a reverse comfort, and basically comforting him after a nightmare? tysm, and feel free to ignore!! remember to hydrate!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

@urfavvmiko order for mitsuba: strawberry(scenarios) pudding (reverse-comfort) and water(gn reader)

Warning:nothing as I know of, let me know if there are!

Note: does mitsuba sleep?? im just gonna assume that he does, and takes naps sometimes.

You were wandering around the school as yashiro was at the girls bathroom with no.7, going outdoor towards the garden to see if the flowers everyone in the gardening club planted. Picking up a watering can, you proceed to water all the flowers and vegetables, as you were getting close to the last row of plants you spotted Mitsuba, sleeping with an indescribable face.

You sat down next to him and put your hand on his forehead, when he suddenly opened his eyes.

"WH-WHAT?!" he exclaimed as his voice was trembling with fear.

"M-mitsuba, what happened? Why do you look so scared?" You questioned. "Sca-scared?! Me?! N-no I wasn't scared..i just..had a bad dream.." his voice slowly trailed off.

"Its okay mistuba you can talk to me if you want, I'll be here no matter what" you put your hand over and whispered as if just like if you raised you voice a little bit he would disappear.

It was silent for a while until mitsuba said something that you never expected to hear from him.

"Could you.. maybe hug me?" He asked so softly you would've never heard it if it wasn't so quiet. "Of course mitsuba " you obliged to gis request and hugged him until you both fell asleep under the moonlight.

Extra toppings💝:

"Ahh..where is [name]? Its almost midnight" yashiro panicking as she had lost you when she went to hanako. " dont worry [name] wouldn't have gone that far, the school isn't that big. Hmm, have you went to the garden yet? You said [name] like to go there to relax?" hanako trying to calm down yashiro. "Oh yeah! They always go there to tend to the plants when shes trying to relax! Why didnt I think of that earlier" yashiro dashed to the garden and hanako quickly following

"Hey! Arent you going to che-" hanako was cut off when yashiro hushed him and pointed to [name] hugging mitsuba. "Ahh so that where they went, and I was worrying they wouldn't get along well" hanako sighed out of relief seeing that both of you were getting along well and it seemed like you both were getting closer then he expected.

END

extra note: i accidentally got carried away while writing this(I wrote this all in like 10 minutes and its 11 pm) I color coded all the dialogue to make it easier to read! Well if you like it, please reblog. Thank you for reading💖💖

[halogen2]

okay im gonna post a poem and if u guys let it flop i will be sad (just kidding ur under no obligation to reblog my shit) (but i always appreciate if u do!)

[theerurishipper]

Anyway, this person blocked me, but not before reblogging my post one last time. And I'm not going to continue chatting with them about it but I will reply to their last reblog because it's my post and I'm petty like that.

I don't know how you even reach this conclusion goodness you're making up a whole different point now and suddenly me disagreeing with you on how you don't understand her circumstances is me excusing?..ok. I literally said it before she should stop doing it and be held accountable for lying and change her ways cuz she's not gonna be perfect human at the age of 14..what more do you want??? You made this post publicly so expect public disagreement.

I guess me saying that her intentions don't excuse her actions is me reaching an entirely different conclusion. Idk why this person says Marinette should be held accountable and comes to give me all the justifications under the sun when I say the same thing.

Marinette stans ig: She's just a fourteen year old girl, she has good intentions, she was manipulated by Gabriel, stop blaming her!

Also Marinette stans: I'm not excusing her!

And "you made this post publicly so expect disagreement," they say, after they reply to my post, block me and prevent me from being able to respond. Also, I put this in the salt tags. I tagged "ML Salt." I tagged "Marinette Salt." And yet this person chose to come onto a post that wasn't for them, that was clearly not for them and was tagged so that Marinette stans like them wouldn't interact with it, and started an argument with me. And if you're going to start shit on my post, I'm not in the wrong for replying.

And so you admitted you dont care about the context so ur biased in this analysis then and trying to paint this situation as solely her fault when this all leads back to gabriel being their source of pain and suffering from the beginning sherlock. It's so easy to blame a teenage girl over an abuser right??? That's what im getting from ur post.

It's not that hard to be unbiased here because there is clearly one person who is being hurt and another who is actually the one making the mistake. It is not that hard to understand that even if she's lying to make him happy, she's wrong for doing that and it's a really fucked up thing to do. It's not hard to understand that no one is obligated to listen to your reasoning and offer you compassion and understanding when you do things like this. I get why Marinette is doing what she is doing, but I'm not going to downplay her actions and expect her to be forgiven instantly because I feel bad for her or because she had "good intentions" or whatever. She's doing something awful, and her reasonings don't matter to the person she's hurting. Her "good intentions" won't make Adrien hurt less.

I'm not blaming her for Gabriel's abuse. I'm blaming her for siding with him and lying to his son. Even if she didn't mean to, that's what she's doing. Yes, Gabriel is the source of their pain, but that doesn't mean Marinette is blameless. You can be hurt and still hurt other people. I never tried to paint this solely as her fault. I said many times that the main culprit is Gabriel. But Marinette also made mistakes, mistakes that the fandom is ignoring and downplaying, and I am gonna call her out.

Don't use "i lost my hope on the writers" card, adrien is not the only victim here. "The writers neglect adrien's struggles" and You and the fandom always neglected marinette's struggles and trauma you aren't any better. Saying she enjoys off his trauma response is such a gross misunderstanding of her character yikes.

I literally said Marinette is also a victim of bad writing hello?? And no one is downplaying Marinette's trauma. Look at the salt tags and tell me Marinette doesn't have an army of stans that can't admit she did anything wrong. The fandom always focuses on Marinette's struggles. The moment any character does anything that doesn't conform to her wishes, they descend on that character and tear them to shreds. If you weren't around when Chameleon aired, good for you. Adrien doesn't get the same courtesy from this fandom. Even in this situation, everyone is worried about how Marinette will feel and jumps to her defense every time someone says anything negative about her bad actions, but will turn a blind eye to the impact of her actions on Adrien and will ignore his feelings, because all Adrien exists for is to be her trophy. Fuck his character development, right? No one cares about his arc as an abuse victim if it means that Adrienette won't be canon anymore, or if Marinette gets called out for her actions.

And idk why they keep saying that I said Marinette enjoys his pain? I literally said she didn't. I said that she's a good person. Who's reaching entirely different conclusions now?

Anyway, they probably won't see this, but I just needed to say my piece. I'm done now lol.

This is just an unstructured, incoherent vent post, but I've seen a few posts recently about how Adrien would definitely forgive Marinette for keeping secrets from him because he loves her, or that he would blame himself for not noticing what was going on and not her. And those aren't wrong, per se, but this is what I mean by the show taking away Adrien's agency. Ultimately his choices are allowed only as far as they do not inconvenience Marinette or anyone else the narrative cares about, like Felix or Nathalie. Which is why Adrien is not allowed to grow, he is not allowed to prioritize his own feelings and emotional needs. Any wrong done to him is resolved by him putting aside his own feelings to forgive the people who wronged him. And yes, he has been taught that his feelings don't matter by Gabriel and that he should bend over to the whims of everybody around him. And that kind of makes it worse, how the effect of Gabriel's abuse is used to convenience everyone around him. I think it's gross.

Just look at the Ladynoir conflict from Season 4. Adrien brings up his grievances with Ladybug's treatment of him a few times, but ultimately, he ends up putting it aside to focus on her emotional needs when she is at her lowest. Kuro Neko gave us the message that it wasn't that Ladybug was treating Chat Noir unfairly, but that Chat Noir should stop expecting to be treated with respect and should stop having emotional needs. And at the end of Strikeback, nothing is resolved, Ladybug hasn't apologized to him or resolved to do better by him, but he still shows up to her side to comfort her. No, she didn't apologize to him. She admitted her mistakes but did little to correct them even after the fact. That whole arc ended with Chat Noir being treated poorly over and over, and yet coming back to Ladybug's side because he's such a good partner and he loves her so much.

And Adrien, a character who has been forced his whole life to bend to the whims of others to please them at his expense is doing the same thing to Ladybug. Adrien exhibiting this behavior is 100% a trauma response. Ladybug is supposed to be his escape from his abusive homelife. And yet, the show writes him falling back into his trauma responses with her (Kuro Neko) and does jack shit to portray it as a bad thing. And the Season 4 finale is once again Adrien putting aside his feelings and showing up to support her. Adrien's emotions are not validated, they are tossed aside. Ladybug admitted her mistakes as she did several times through Season 4, but she still did little to correct them. That admission in Strikeback doesn't do much, because we never see her do anything to fix her mistakes after that. What happened was that Chat Noir saw her in distress and decided his feelings were unimportant because she needed support.

This is not healthy. Adrien should not be invalidating his own feelings so that he can offer comfort to others. He shouldn't forget and forgive so quickly without the other person doing anything to correct their behavior towards him. Once again, this is how Gabriel has taught him to behave, to stop "being so emotional" and to conform to his expectations. And Adrien continuously downplays his own issues for others' sake. And obviously, we would understand that he can heal from this, that he can learn to take care of his own emotional needs first.

And quite frankly, all the posts about how we shouldn't want Adrien and Marinette to break up, or how we shouldn't be so hard on Marinette, or that she is just a child in tough situation, or that she is doing it out of love and that Adrien would forgive her kinda make my point. Because let's be real. What Marinette did is a serious breach of trust. I do not understand how anyone could forgive something like that quickly. And I understand why she did it. I don't think she is a bad person or anything like that. But it's still an awful thing to do. And frankly, I don't see how Adrien could just... instantaneously forgive her without invalidating and downplaying his own pain and hurt. If he did, I would seriously question his self-worth. And while I don't think Adrien would never forgive Marinette or that he would stop loving her, frankly, I would like to see more acknowledgement of his feelings and his emotional needs both from the fandom and the show. I would like to see that his feelings matter, that he is allowed to be angry and that he is allowed to hold people accountable and call them out. I would like for him to not forgive some people. I would like for him to require distance and space from them. That would be development for Adrien, to let himself be emotional and not feel the need to put his own needs aside for others.

But for Adrien to prioritize himself, it would mean acknowledging the harmful things characters like Marinette have done to him. And that can't happen, because all the purpose Adrien serves is as a plot device to connect Marinette to Gabriel, and actually having her be held accountable by the narrative for her choices is a big no no. Growth for Adrien would mean that he lets himself be angry at Marinette for how she kept secrets from him, never apologized for it, and ultimately ended up keeping the greatest secret of all from him about his father and the fact that he is a Sentimonster. But as the writing to this point shows, Marinette isn't a safe space for him where he is allowed to be himself. She is someone who also elicits his trauma responses from him. He doesn't let himself be angry with her, he always puts himself last when it comes to her.

I am not saying Marinette is in any way comparable to Gabriel. She is nowhere as bad as him, she does not come close to that in any way. Marinette is a good person. But what she did in the finale, is explicitly something that Gabriel wanted her to do. Gabriel wanted to continue to dictate his son's emotions and perceptions, and Marinette helped him do it. That's not a healthy relationship. And looking at all the Marinette-Gabriel parallels in Season 5... it's not a good look at all. The show portrays Adrien as someone who has been denied autonomy his whole life, and as someone who is expected to cater to the desires of the people around him and be perfect for them while neglecting his emotional needs, and made his arc one of finding independence and his own identity and learning that his feelings and desires matter. But also, they only matter as far as they don't inconvenience Marinette. Adrien shouldn't downplay his feelings, but if doing so would help Marinette, then he should do it actually. And it's hard for me not to see it as Ladybug benefitting from his trauma from his abusive home. It sounds harsh, but that's how it feels.

And all the talk of how Adrien would never hate Marinette and that he would forgive her is... disappointing to me. Because I don't necessarily disagree, but it still is about prioritizing Marinette's feelings over Adrien's. What is focused on is not how Adrien might feel betrayed, but how Marinette might feel sad about Adrien feeling betrayed by her, and reinforces that Adrien is so good because he would not hold it against her. Even though he should, even though it means he would be downplaying his pain massively if he didn't blame her for that. If Adrien's character should develop, he should be allowed to realize that he has the right to get angry and that he doesn't have to downplay his emotions or feel like it's all his fault. He should be allowed to do that without people jumping to Marinette's defense and excusing her of blame.

Throughout the series, Adrien has been the person to help Ladybug through her problems, and the narrative has never allowed her to do the same for him. And I want to see focus on Adrien for a change. I want to see someone other than Plagg reassuring him and supporting him, especially his partner. I want to see the narrative be less about "oh, Adrien would never hold anything against Marinette because he loves her and would understand her always," and be more "actually Adrien is allowed to prioritize his feelings and want distance from Marinette after she betrayed him in such a personal way." That would be development. That would be reclaiming his agency. That would be free will and autonomy. I would like to see focus on this in the show and the fandom.

Adrien is not obligated to forgive Marinette. He is not obligated to understand her reasonings for why she did what she did. He is allowed to be angry at her and express his hurt because of her actions. Seasons 4 and 5 have regrettably established Marinette as someone else who denies Adrien's agency and around whom he reverts back to his fawning trauma response, and quite frankly the best thing for him to do would be to break up with her and go find himself on his own terms. I want his character to develop and grow, and unfortunately, Seasons 4 and 5 proved to me that it would not be possible as long as he is around Marinette, both from a character and narrative standpoint.

I just wish people would acknowledge and validate Adrien's perspective and feelings more. Even if it means calling out Marinette. Gabe is Adrien's abuser but he isn't the only one who has hurt Adrien in the story. Marinette is an incredible and amazing person but as far as we've reached in the show, she is hurting Adrien. And she has done many things across these two seasons that violate Adrien's trust. It's not even that this is a mistake she could learn from, but that she has done several such things over and over. From keeping secrets about the Miraculous holders' identities even though Hawkmoth himself knew, to Rena Furtive, to trying to trick him into an identity reveal in Ephemeral, and now keeping the fact that he is a Sentimonster and that Gabe is Monarch from him. It's gone from secret keeping to outright lying to him. It is not healthy. And it is a sign of stagnation and regression in Adrien's growth if he continues to keep forgiving her over and over again despite her never fixing her behavior.

If Adrien's arc is about finding autonomy, then he cannot be with someone who is complicit in denying him the ability to make his own choices. If Marinette was supposed to be the knight in shining armor, they shouldn't have given her the key to the tower and have her hide it away. If she was supposed to save him, they shouldn't have had her condemn him further. If Marinette was supposed to be the one who helped Adrien regain his self worth, the person whom he could trust and rely on the most, they shouldn't have made her side with Gabe, deny Adrien his agency, and violate his trust so many times.

It didn't have to be written this way, but these were the decisions made by the writers. They chose to portray Marinette like this for no discernable reason and refused to acknowledge it or deal with it meaningfully. Adrienette is so profoundly unhealthy now that if Adrien's character is to grow, the only way for him to do that is to break up with Marinette. But the show has also made it very clear that Adrien is only a plot device and a trophy for Marinette at the end. So I have no doubt that all will be forgiven in a matter of minutes, and the narrative will praise Adrien for being traumatized and denying his own emotional needs to comfort Marinette as she feels bad for hurting him. And it's sad, but I guess it is what it is.

[ilexdiapason]

Op is a Homestuck block don't interact

idk how to tell you im literally a dream smp blog

[shoshie]

i think maybe what people post about on their blogs is none of ur business

[dokjaism]

[[READ MORE]]

i feel like its my fault we lost what we had, i feel like its my fault i lost the person i finally felt a connection i craved for so long, the person i was so sure would stay a little longer, the person i could tell anything and would understand me, the person who would reassure me without asking to.

if i tried a little harder, if i pushed myself a bit more, if i didnt let my anxiety take over, if i didnt let my unhealthy coping mechanism get in the way. if i pushed myself harder to talk to her, if i opened up a bit more.

maybe the fact i feel so alone and so lonely is my own fault, maybe the people leaving is on me, maybe the fact that i cant have someone have a deeper connection is on me and not on everyone else, maybe i am the problem, maybe i'm not worth it, maybe just maybe i'm not as great as people tell me i am. maybe the fact that my old group of friends left me out is my own fault too.

perhaps i gave my dad reasons to not pick me first, perhaps the only people i will ever have are people who i have a very low chance of meeting, perhaps they are the only people i ever will have a connection will be people who dont know my name, perhaps thats how its supposed to be.

maybe i'm just here to make other people feel loved and cared for even if i don't get anything back, maybe im just alive for other people, maybe im just made to give and not recieve.

[blue-raven-universe]

"I missed you." Sorcerer!Sukuna x Reader

Credit: @alex-is-fruity

Prompt: Imagine u go to sit next to ur f/o, but then they grab u by the waist and pull u to sit in their lap, and then they wrap their arms around u and rest their head on ur shoulder with a little relaxed sigh

A/N: Originally, I had written this with another character in mind, but I decided to write another Sukuna drabble instead. So here's a cuddly Sorcerer! Sukuna cuz I love writing him like this so much. 💕 (Apologies if the writing in this one is a little dry and choppy. )

The past couple of weeks have been hectic for both of you. Sometimes, Sukuna would be called out for a mission and wouldn't be back for another week. By the time he had returned, you were called in for your own assignment. For awhile, neither of you seemed sure when you two were going to spend time with each other.

That is until today finally came. Just as you were getting some popcorn ready, you received a call from Ichiji about some possible curse activity in a remote town further up north in the country.

You gave it some thought and decided to give Gojo a call. You promised him that you would buy him all the kikufuku he wanted, if he would take over for you. Of course, He happily obliged.

After making sure Sukuna had no work of his own and everything was settled, you two decided to take the day off, making up for the lost time by spending time on the couch and catching up on any shows you both missed. 

The microwave went off, signaling that your popcorn was done. You quickly plucked the steaming bag from the machine and placed it in a bowl before leaving the kitchen, and heading down to the living room where Sukuna was waiting for you.

He snatched the remote off the coffee table as soon as he saw you walk in. You circled around the table before him and plopped down onto the couch. 

While Sukuna searched for one of your shows on your watch list, you glanced at the bowl. A light bulb went off in your head. You grabbed a handful of popcorn and began munching it. Suddenly, you felt the couch shift from under you, and a pair of hands grabbed your waist. Once your back hit his chest, his arms wrapped around his waist, and he leaned back into the cushion. 

“Geez, cuddle bug. Impatient much?” You said with a laugh. He blushed at the nickname.

“I could say the same about you. If I hadn’t done something, you would’ve eaten the entire thing before I even had any myself.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not that greedy. There would have been at least half left over for you.”

He huffed and started the show. “Sure, whatever. I’ll just make me some more during the commercials.”

A few minutes into the show, he rested his head on your shoulders. Your heart swelled. Despite his kingly pride, he wouldn’t hesitate to put his arms around at any opportunity.  It was absolutely adorable seeing him like this. With a fond smile, you whispered his name and cupped his cheek with your hand, making him turn towards you. You planted a kiss on his soft cheek. Before you could turn away from him, his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss that said the words you two had meant to say all this time. 

 I missed you

Likes, reblogs, and feedback all appreciated!!!

Blue

[socheckitout-mikey]

aaaaa!! i lov ur work sm ,... can u do hc for enjoying colder weather with dallas?

heya birdie! i love dally sm. he's a big shit but he's highkey hilarious dfjsfjs i hope you enjoy these! - mae

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Enjoying Cold Weather with Dallas Winston Hc's:

° Alright imma say it- stiff nip central™ on Dally's side of things asujfsdfghjsdfsj

° He's freaking mean, man! Deadass destroys your ass with snowballs djfjsdfjsd

° But you're no pussy! You hit him straight back!

° Your snowball fights are intense! But if Dally hurts you, he actually feels so bad-

° This one time he whipped a chunk of snow at your face and busted your lips. He ran over to you to wrap you in his arms whilst he tried not to laugh sjfdfjhds he kissed your lips after cleaning them up. he teased you about that for awhile, but all in good fun! he never whipped snow at you again.

° He called you fish lips for the next two weeks

° You kinda play dirty too, like the amount of times you've just shoved snow down the back of his shirt and the absolute SCREAM Dallas let's out- It's magical haha!

° You make the two of you hot chocolate and Dally loves it because you make it the best. Buck's hot chocolate tastes like ass, according to Dally.

° "Where's my candy cane? This thing usually comes with a candy cane."

° "Up your ass, Dal-"

° "What was that you little shit?"

° Y'all go ice skating istg it's actually cute- Dally holds your hands and it's one of the most mushy things you guys do in public.

° Rip to the guy who called you guys a bunch of pansies- Yeah... he doesn't have any teeth left dfdsjfsjfs

° When y'all go on walks and you're alone, he'll take your hands in his, rub them and blow hot air on them. He even let's you put your hands in his pockets it's so wholesome oml :'(

° In private Dally will cuddle up to you, especially when it's cold in his room at Bucks. He literally puts his cold ass feet on your calves and he laughs so evilly wtf

° "DALLAS!"

° "Damn babe, we haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet and you're already screamin' my name! If you keep at it we'll get our asses thrown outta this dump."

° This one time you wanted to make snow angels with Dally. He obliged, but only if you sat on his lap whilst he did one lmaoo

° You always put your cold hands under his shirt and Dallas hates it despite being from New York. He deadass get's so mad about it and won't let you near him till your hands are warm again. You're crying of laughter, chasing him around the house. It always ends up making him crack a grin.

° "Eh, stupid! Quit chasin' me around- I'm tryna stay mad at you!"

° "You do this to me when you wanna grab my ass, Dal. Pay back's a bitch."

° "Try that again and I'm gonna rip your teddy bears head off-"

° "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

° Y'all have so much fun istg but the cold makes Dallas even more cranky than usual.

° But lucky for him, he's got you to warm him up!

° Istg I can't believe I actually wrote that... fuck that was super cringe-

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[askshivanulegacy]

"Require" a community label lol

People can't even tag simple spoilers

Introducing: Community Labels

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[poursomesunaonme]

hey beanie, it’s nice to meet you !! omg i’d love to send in a cuffing season submission 🍂💛🍯

i would love a lil choso fic. my favorite color is green, my fav drink is probably an iced matcha latte, and i religiously wear turtlenecks under all my clothes once the weather is under 65°. i also LOVE baking, walking through fallen leaves, and using up my money on fall candles. i’ll let you take this date any direction you’d like because i know it’s going to be amazing <33

thank you darling!! you will be seeing more of me hehe

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ooooh hi anon! imma call u my lovey dovey<3 hope to see more of you babe! thank u soo so much for ur submission teehee love it when yall give me the reins:)

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content/warnings: minors dni, reader is afab, meanie(ish) choso, oral (f receiving), fingering, brief female masturbation, spitting, slight rough sex, creampie

author’s note: hiyaa friends! have one more submission to drop after this, so thanks again to everyone who participated in cuffing season! make sure you take a look at the others, they were so so so much fun to write:) as always, likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated❤️💍

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orange light filters in through the kitchen windows as you close the oven, relishing in the satisfaction of almost finishing your banana bread. choso kisses your shoulder, giving you a quick squeeze from behind before moving to start cleaning the dishes. you wipe off the countertops, basking in the comfortable silence that settles over you and your lover as you tidy up the kitchen.

you check to make sure there are no problems with the bread before lighting a new candle, watching as the wick bursts into flame under the lighter. the magnificent aroma of the banana bread baking mixing with the pumpkin spice candle transports you into a space of utter contentment.

finished with your tasks, you pull yourself onto the countertop. playing with your phone, you scroll through social media, sprinkling likes across your dashboard, seeing your friends beaming at you through the illuminated screen. pictures of fall invade every inch of your phone, vibrant orange and red leaves in the background of every shot.

choso finishes with the dishes and moves past you. your legs kick playfully at him, landing soft blows on his thighs. he swats your childish antics away and effectively avoids your area of the kitchen, much to your disappointment. the flame of the candle flickers as he passes by.

he puts way more effort into cleaning up the mess you both had made, even though it was you that had suggested making the bread. neatly tending to the old ingredients, you watch his apron flutter around his thighs as he glides across the floor. the elastic that held up his hair in the messy bun you had done for him earlier that day was beginning to slip. strands of hair frame his chiseled face, jostled by the air he forces from his mouth to prevent them from tickling him.

he meticulously organizes the ingredients in the pantry just how you like them before returning to you. leaning against the cabinets next to you, he allows you wrap your arms around his broad chest and bury your face in the crook of his shoulder and neck.

“thank you for helping me, choso,” you sigh, turning your head to press a soft kiss into the sensitive skin of his neck. the feeling of him tensing beneath your ministrations draws a laugh that exits through your nose.

“of course, bunny,” he replies, swiveling to settle in between your legs. his lashes brush against his cheekbones as he studies the sight you are before him. your fingers now lace behind his neck, tickled by the hair that falls from his bun. “no one makes banana bread like you do. picking up is the least i could do.”

“flattery looks good on you, choso,” you giggle, tugging him slightly by his neck. he obliges, slowly leaning in.

“oh yeah?” the tip of his nose brushes against yours as your faces begin to tilt to fit perfectly when your lips meet.

“yeah,” you breathe as your mouths slot together in a warm kiss. the inertia of his body continues to press into you while his arms wrap firmly around you, pulling you closer to him.

his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, cueing you to part your lips for him. the heat from his slick muscle invades your mouth when the kiss deepens, drawing a sweet sigh from you. fingers travel up the column of your spine, angling down as they reach your shoulder blades. he drags his hands down your back, smiling against your mouth as it arches perfectly for him.

inching your hips to the edge of the counter, you wrap your legs around him to draw him closer against you. the contact (albeit dulled by the fabric between the two of you) of your cunt against the blossoming bulge in his pants ignites a fire in your core. you don’t hold back as your sweet kisses quickly turn into something hungrier.

choso’s hands trail down your back to cup your ass, squeezing the plump flesh. your hips rise slightly so that he can get a better grip; soon, you’re hovering above the countertop. you break the kiss to survey the kitchen, seeing everything in its right place with the bread baking in the oven. choso follows your gaze.

“how much time’s left?” he asks. you reach behind you to grab your phone as he angles his head to press open mouth kisses on the exposed skin of your neck. the timer reveals that the two of you have about 15 minutes to ravage each other’s bodies.

“enough,” you pant, eyes rolling into your skull at his teeth gently digging into your pulse. the laugh that escapes his lips unfurls against your skin, drawing a gentle groan from you.

“so needy today, aren’t we?” his tone darkens as he makes sure he has a firm grip on you before carrying you to your bedroom. he knows the twists and turns of the hallways like the back of his hand, so kissing you as he transverses the distance is a simple task.

not bothering to close the door behind the two of you, with one hand he pries your legs off of him and unceremoniously tosses you onto the bed. in a fit of giggles, you situate yourself at the head of the bed, slowly spreading your legs for him. the corners of his lip curve into a grin at the sight of you being so good for him.

choso descends upon you and slithers into the space you created for him, not wasting any time in pulling off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. the chill of the air against your bare cunt is quickly soothed by your lover locking his lips over the pretty wetness of your pussy. suckling smoothly on your clit, his tongue dips into the warm of your entrance before tracing a tantalizingly slow stroke up to your bundle of nerves.

arms gently guiding them, he places your legs over his shoulders, allowing him more access as he begins to gorge himself on your sweetness. the patterns that his tongue creates on your needy clit has you crumbling easily.

your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him deeper doesn’t help your case in easing his teasing; in fact he brings two fingers to his lips, coating them in his saliva wordlessly before plunging them into your cunt. a gasp tears from your mouth as he twists his wrist deftly, reaching spots in your walls that you couldn’t even dream of touching yourself.

“look at you, taking my fingers so well,” he purrs into you, the vibrations of his voice augmenting your pleasure tenfold. the rough pads of his fingertips find purchase against your sweet spot, causing you to clench around him. “so responsive… what a good girl.”

the only sounds that leave your mouth are desperate moans as you fall apart on choso’s fingers, how he devours your pussy like it’s his last meal. the pulsation of your walls around his lithe fingers only aid in your ascent to a transcendent high.

your legs shaking is easily noticeable as you bite down on your lip, pulling choso’s hair so hard that the elastic breaks. his dark locks fall around his face like a summer rain, tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“if i didn’t know you any better, i’d say you were close, sweetheart.”

“uh-huh,” you force out, gritting your teeth. the muscles of your face pull taut, your whole body glows with the heat that swirls through your bloodstream. choso doesn’t relent in his pace, gracing your clit with a particularly potent pull of his lips, making it all the more sensitive.

“open your eyes,” he commands, to which your lids fly open. pants escape your lips as the ceiling spins in your vision. choso gives a rough squeeze to your thigh, drawing your attention. “watch me make you cum. can you do that for me, sweet girl? or are you already too fucked out to see straight?”

you nod wordlessly, tilting your head downwards to meet his eyes. the brown depths swirl with an untold lust as he maintains eye contact with you. the sight of his buried in your cunt is more than enough to push you over the edge.

“ch-choso,” you groan, eyes narrowing but not enough to obscure him from your vision, “cumming!”

his ministrations only increase at the feeling of you contracting around his fingers, at the incessant throbbing of your clit, at the augmented heat of the climax circulating through your whole body. and throughout your whole orgasm, choso keeps his eyes trained on yours, memorizing how your face contorts with pleasure, how your lips shake in response to the fireworks exploding inside of you.

the peaceful comedown from your high is interrupted by the timer of your phone sounding from the kitchen. you ignore it, your head still swirling from the pleasure that choso had bestowed upon you; however, your lover’s fingers retreat from the warmth of your cunt. he attempts to escape from between your legs, but you lock your ankles behind his neck.

“please, don’t go,” you beg in all seriousness. a laugh escapes his lips as he undoes the cage that you made for him, setting your legs back down on the bed.

“you wanna burn the house down?” he jokes, leaving you to your devices as he takes care of the banana bread. images of his lidded eyes gazing up at you swim in your eyes as you undress your top half. your sweater soars through the air as you toss it in the general vicinity of where your shorts are. a gasp escapes your lips as you tweak your nipple, the other traveling down to feel the results of choso’s mouth.

your clit is sensitive and throbbing to the touch as your fingertip ghosts against it, gathering arousal from your weeping cunt to aid in your movements. pleasuring yourself is nothing compared to choso’s skills; but strangely enough, imagining that it’s his fingers rubbing circles against your clit satisfies you.

the echo of his footsteps approaching the bedroom doesn’t deter you in the slightest - in that, you’re excited to see what kind of reaction he has to you touching yourself. fingers slip into your tight hole as he appears in the doorway. he doesn’t move for a moment; instead, he watches you while he begins to disrobe.

“my, my, look at how greedy you are,” he says after a few seconds, tossing his shirt to the floor. his muscles ripple in the dim light as he slowly strides to the bed. “you were imagining it was my fingers instead, or maybe my tongue?”

your legs tense at the thought of his tongue swirling around his clit; he catches your reaction easily, reaching down to pull off his sweatpants. “ah, that’s it. well, let me give you something a little better to imagine.”

your heart skips a beat at the size of his hard cock, veins spindling underneath the skin like rivers on a map. he easily glides between your legs, setting them over his shoulders once again. sitting back on his heels, he guides the glistening head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your arousal all the while teasing your dripping cunt.

all you can do is clamp down on your bottom lip as he slowly slides in. your walls scream and contort with pleasure as he splits you open. lifting his hips, he towers over you before folding you into a modified missionary that threatens to break your hips in half. the tip of his cock is already brushing up against your cervix before he starts to thrust into you.

his grip whitens on your thighs at the way you greedily suck him in, at the warmth gushing all over his cock as it takes everything in him to stop himself from shooting into you then and there. breath seethes from between his lips as he leans forward to kiss you sloppy instead. the bend of your legs aches under the weight of his body, but you’re effectively distracted as his tongue slips between your lips. the scent of the banana bread still clings to his skin.

you wrap your arms around him, exploring the way his muscles ripple underneath the soft skin of his back. the harsh slaps of skin as his hips rut against you echo lewdly around the room, make even sloppier with the sound of his balls, coated with your arousal, colliding with your ass. his hands move to knead at your tits, pinching your nipples and drinking in the subsequent sounds that fall from your lips.

he’s fucking into you hard now, slipping across your gummy walls with a practiced ease. the warmth that surrounds you starts to make your head spin, combined with the onslaught of your high. all that comes from your mouth are incoherent babbles as choso continues his relentless pace, relishing in how fucked out you are on his cock.

“can’t take it all, huh, sweetheart?” he teases you, proceeding to suck on your bottom lip. you wince at the blood bruise that’s going to form, crying out at how his teeth sink into the battered pink skin.

“more, please,” you beg, managing to string together two syllables in the midst of all of your devices failing. he laughs, tongue sliding into your mouth again. his hands depart from your tits, one reaching to toy with your twitching clit, the other to squish your face between his fingers. he pulls back slightly, taking in the sight of your face strung taut with exertion, trembling under his hip crushing pace, how your eyebrows furrow together.

his thumb gently pries open your jaw, your tongue poking out automatically to receive whatever he’s going to gift you. spit dribbles from his mouth to yours, the warmth of the liquid spreading across your taste buds. you can faintly taste your arousal as you close your mouth and swallow obediently, opening your eyes to see him smile proudly at what a good girl you are.

“i’m close, bunny,” he pants against your mouth as he sloppily kisses you once again. “you gonna cum with me?”

a squeak escapes your lips when his cock twitches inside of you, signaling truth to his words. it finds perfect traction against your sweet spot, your toes curling at the stimulation. you nod furiously, digging your nails into his back to brace yourself for the orgasm that rushes into you.

a broken moan leaves his lips as he finishes, the warm sensation of his cum pouring into you shoving you into yet another orgasm. you cry out against him as the explosion of pleasure within your body. legs shaking uncontrollably against his chest as he continues to rail into you until there’s nothing left to shoot into you.

the contractions of your velvet walls milk him dry as he buries his face in your neck, breath hot and warm against your skin. he continues to thrust into you, moaning weakly at how you continue to squeeze him in riding out your high, feebly toying with your clit to prolong your pleasure as long as he can.

the stars clear from your vision, but the fuck fog remains in your head as his hips still. yours ache with the prolonged stretching that the position had imposed on you; you let them weakly fall to the bed. choso takes advantage of the barrier dropping, snuggling on top of you as his breaths begin to regulate once again. he peppers your shoulders in kisses, gently nipping at the skin while you sigh, utterly content.

a rumbling in your stomach reminds you of the bread that was now waiting on the counter for you to taste. “can we go try the bread now?” you ask, wincing when his hair tickles you.

“you’re so impatient today, bunny.” he raises his head, a smirk clear on his face as he looks down on you. “i’d say we have a bit more time before it cools off.”

you only giggle as he kisses you sweetly, the thoughts of leaving the warm bed with him dissipating as he descends upon you once more.

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