#connecting halves

[drabbles-about-crk]

HAIII ITS ME YAPPER !!! I LOVE THIS AU SM I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS I WANNA ASK I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND!

First is that do that when the Ancients go back to the present do they remember their time with the Virtues? Or will the witches/Souljams do an asshole move and make them forget them. But if they do still remember, do the Ancients recognize the Virtues now Beasts in the present time? Obviously some wouldn't really recognize easily cause of the new forms, but I'd think Dark Cacao, Golden Cheese, and Hollyberry would have a sense of familiarity when first seeing their old friends, and if they do recognize them, will the Ancients refuse to fight? Or at least try to cuz they still pose a threat? If the events of canon still happen with some difference, would they all pull the same shit which is like "Join me, this isn't you and I know it." Kinda thing?

And (the possibility that they still remember their time w the Virtues) once they do defeat them, what will they think after that? Lots of empathy right? Conflicted thoughts, maybe. Especially since they have to pick up pieces from before receiving their Souljams from them and after and the time searching for the Virtues, but since time passed, to the Ancients it seemed like the world deemed them as never existing which hurts them, but they now meet them again as broken souls, and they pick up hints that there was some sort of time shinnanigans happened cause the Beasts kept on hinting how long they've been stuck in a tree and been look for them (the ancients).

And by connecting from that, Shamil would make sure that Pure Vanilla stays with him forever, cause of Shamil realizing that PV is his old crush back then, but if PV knew who Shamil was, would PV say something about it? Cause if we're following what happens in canon would that mean PV allowed himself to become Truthless Recluse just so he can understand Shamil's pain better? And once he awakens (I assume they do!) PV would have made a well thought out speech to Shamil, and probably having SLIGHTLY a better chance at him succeeding on being friends. (But obviously this would hurt Shamil more cuz he did deceive him and also he has romantic feelings for PV so it would've DEFO hurt a lot...)

And a small question for Etsuga's plans, would she brainwash the Hollyberrians like in canon when the teleport her to her garden or do they let her have their free spirited mind in the garden, when they talk to Pavlova? (I assume the second option right?) And despite everything she did for Hollyberry, I'd assume that when Hollyberry wanted to leave she had a much bigger breakdown than in canon :((

They keep their memories however given the absurdity of going back in time, they question how real it was. Also, with the Virtues kinda being erased from history outside of BeastYeast, they can’t really confirm it. In addition, a few didn’t realize they were in the past (Golden, maybe Holly) or knew they were talking to a Virtue (Golden, Pure, kind of Cacao). So yeah… they remember.

In terms of recognizing the beast version, that varies.

3. Shadow Milk’s whole memory manipulation and shapeshifting causes Pure Vanilla to not believe the person he met in the past (who talked about Fount as a different person) is the Fount and Shadow Milk by proxy.

2. Golden Cheese sees the resemblance and assumes she was crushing on the original owners son/creation.

1. Dark Cacao recognizes her as Granter but does not know she and the priestess disguise are two people.

5. White Lily learn this throw Elder Faerie who told her about the Beast being the Virtues (she learns during her stalking the Knight is a Virtue.)

4. Hollyberry knew she was a Virtue and knew what she looked and acted like. This corrupted version is so similar yet different.

There desire to fight is still there.

4. Hollyberry kinda wants to just hug Eternal but she also hurt the garden residents and has put Holly’s people in danger. Thus, she has to try to talk with Eternal though mist stuff follows canon’s major strokes in regards to interactions between them

2. Golden at first is even more angry thinking Burning Spice killed her crush or did not care about it. Overall, even when she realizes they are one in the same, canon still happens with a few adjustments like Spice talking about keeping her caged and how she should prove her worth as she once claimed, but by the end she realizes the truth and warns him that he is no longer worthy of her. Now the roles are reversed so he should earn her queenly hand.

3. Pure Vanilla doesn’t realize until really late in the game and is basically his canon self. Shadow Milk thinks PV forgot about their past interactions (insanity and clouded memories make him forget about the disguised thing for a while and by the time Shmilk remembers the disguise PV cannot trust his words. His Recluse self basically rejects the idea outright and is very antagonistic about Shmilk trying to ‘pretend’ to be that friend.

1. Dark Cacao is guilted with the backstory realizing his part in the situation but he is a king. He needs to save his citizens, so he lives with the guilt of needing to defeat her just as he does with him fighting and injuring his son. He is more sad knowing the priestess he befriended died and when he learns they were one and the same…. That leaves him more depressed and confused.

5. Can’t say much for White Lily without the update. She definitely projects the guilt of her own past and how she does think she deserves forgiveness on Silent Salt.

Actually for the ShadowVanilla end scene, the major idea is this: Pure Vanilla kind of finishes the wedding/binding ritual Shadow Milk tried to make before he disappeared in the past. Him stating they are meant to be together triggers his side of the binding to be complete. Now, they are doubly bond; Shadow Milk is both over the moon that they are finally wed and devastated his plan failed. The honeymoon period is wild.

Most would be utterly brainwashed, but the royal family would not be. They most likely are to the same extent Hollyberry was as in they overlook weird details but otherwise very conscious. Also, yes, her breakdown is worse with Hollyberry leaving and the aftermath is sadder with her kind-of son Pavlova leaving after aging up with the excuse to ‘convince’ them to come back.

[ai-manre]

GRRM really said fuck subtlety I'm here to write soulmates when he wrote Jon and Dany huh

[burningcheese-merchant]

I notice that you give Shadowspice alot of shit because of how it's based off of shallow fujoshi stereotypes and how they would be miserable with eachother if you regarded there canon personalities (which is lowkey valid), but that makes me surprised you like burningcheese because you do remember that burning spice tore off cheesy's wings, threw her off a cliff, kept her wounded in a prison for sadisms sake and threated to destroy all she ever treasured before the queen turned the tables and have him his rightful beating.

Most burningcheese fanart I have seen depicts burning spice as hulking and towering and smiling down at golden cheese freaking as if that isn't basic straight ship stuff, I'm not going to cry about "abuser x victim" or how your a "proshipper" but a decent chunk of the Fandom portrayal of burningcheese ignores golden cheese's dominance and how powerful she is and I'm invested in how you think golden cheese will get romantic with the dude who tried to take everything from her with sadistic glee, all of that aside have a good day.

Turned out long as fuck lol my bad

Gonna start by saying I appreciate you being polite/civil. Ngl I started reading the first sentence and immediately assumed it was a ShadowSp1ce fan come to start shit or something lol. I'm glad that's not the case. As unhappy as that ship makes me, I'm really not out to get anyone who likes it. You do you, it's not my business. I mean it when I say I'd rather never speak of ShadowSp1ce again if I don't have to. I'm a happier person without it in my thoughts. Again I ask "where is the memory gun from Gravity Falls when you need it" lmao

To address your other concerns. No I did not forget what Burning Spice did to Golden Cheese lol. That's a pretty important scene in the story, I don't really have a say in the matter. But really, what he did is just what villains do. It's horrible, but not out of the ordinary for someone like that. It shouldn't be downplayed or dismissed but I also don't think it needs to be blown as far out of proportion as I've seen so many do. Video game villain. There are far worse ones than Burning Spice, who have done far worse things. Promise.

Maybe it's just my luck, but I've never really seen anyone portray BurningCheese the way you describe. Not on here, at least. I just see Burning Spice simping really hard for the golden goddess and smiling when she steps on him lol. Or them just being genuinely happy together. Plenty of angst, sure. But nothing I would really say is out of character (that I recall off the top of my head). I don't doubt that such shallow, stereotypical portrayals exist, and I lament that they do. I myself don't subscribe to that. Yes, he hurt her, but she doesn't take it (or anything he says or does) lying down. She gets up and fights back. And that's what he loves about her most of all. She fights back. To make her the meek, doe-eyed little church mouse secretary to Spice's domineering CEO or whatever the fuck in service of some puddle-deep hetero-flavored gooner shit à la 50 Shades is boring and flanderization. Burning Spice is tough but so is Golden Cheese. They are equals in every way. Let them kick each other's asses. Spice would never love a person who couldn't stand up to him anyway. Who isn't strong, physically and mentally. Which is what she is and always should be.

But my MAIN canon. The canon I operate on. The one my little fankid critters exist in. THAT romance goes like this:

As for how I ascribe romance to them... Let me start by saying that I ship them in multiple ways, through multiple lenses. I ship BurningCheese where it's a toxic one-sided crush/obsession on Spice's part (and his behavior is condemned ofc), because exploring that kind of darkness within a fictional setting is interesting to me. I ship BurningCheese where Golden Cheese gives in to despair, same as Burning Spice once did, and corrupts, and they become a villain couple (got a big fic in mind for that lol. That will be fun to write eventually). In a similar vein to that is the AU I've been playing around with on here where Spice is basically her pet serial killer and brings her severed heads and other things as tokens of affection (he is absolutely fucking deranged in this AU), and because she herself is... kind of a broken person in this story, she starts responding to these attempts to stroke her ego and win her favor, leading her down a rabbit hole of guilt and shame and denial and unhealthy attachment, where she eventually ends up as insane for him as he is for her (I know it sounds crazy, but... it's fun in a dark and disturbing way lol). I ship BurningCheese in that time travel AU (that I'm still cooking btw! That will be real fic! I'm working on it with a friend of mine!) where Golden meets Spice while he's still the Herald of Change, with all of the trials and tribulations that brings. I ship BurningCheese as a standard forbidden love affair, where she's good and he's bad and neither is willing to change for the other, but are willing to set aside those differences to be together, even if only for a time and away from prying eyes and judgment. I like them all sorts of ways, because I just like them, you know? I like how they click. How they complement and contrast with each other. They're both very alike and very different. They have a lot to give each other and a lot they can do together. And they're soulmates, that's canon, they are canon (at least in some way), whether anyone likes it or not. So I win no matter what lol

Slow burn. Very, very slow. Post-canon, after Dark Enchantress has already been defeated and order restored to the world. There's nothing left for the Beasts to really do anymore, Burning Spice included (they are not resealed in my canon, they all remain free indefinitely). They can't go out and cause chaos without their Ancients coming and curbstomping them immediately. But... Burning Spice likes that Golden Cheese does that, so he manages to forge an agreement: if she indulges him and spars with him a few times a month, he'll stay out of trouble. And she agrees, for everyone else's sake. She certainly doesn't want to be around him any longer than she has to.

They grow a little closer through these fights of theirs, albeit unwillingly on Golden's part. They bicker and banter while they exchange blows, and afterwards while they tend to their own wounds. Do you really have a choice, when you end up stuck with someone in such a way?

Burning Spice is in love with her. Always has been. But his love is selfish, toxic. He's more attached to his idea of her than the real her, because he doesn't truly know her, despite his insistance plus their soul bond. Golden Cheese hates him and considers him a menace to society, and indulges his whims purely to protect and serve the public. So long as he's focused on her, he can't hurt anyone else.

He hits on her all the time. She rebuffs him all the time. He doesn't necessarily mind; as much as he'd love it if she returned his feelings, he's content with her refusal as well. He likes her bite, her wit, her anger. And he has her, at least in some way. Has her attention. Has their battles. That's enough for him

Slow burn redemption arc on top of the romance. Really, Burning Spice's redemption is mostly an accident. Golden Cheese wasn't trying to fix him (at first) and he was never looking to be fixed. They both believed he was damned and he didn't care, and that was that. And it really was, for a while. But eventually, gradually, he started to... mellow out. Enough that he started becoming a little more approachable, in her estimation. Thus they grow closer still, which in turn makes him mellow out more.

He starts opening up a little bit, here and there. Bits and pieces about himself. His past. General personality things. She does the same in turn. She starts to recognize him as more than just a heartless monster. He starts to acknowledge things he'd otherwise leave buried forever. There's some sort of trust and understanding forming.

Spice gains a measure of clarity. Not quite remorse, but... regret? Is it regret? Is he really able to say he regrets anything about his life? Has he gotten that soft? That pathetic?

... He regrets how he treated her. That much comes to be true. And he apologizes to her. It's not much, he's no good at apologies, but he's at least sincere. It's shocking to her. She takes it to heart, despite not really forgiving him (she will not do so for a long time still). It marks a little turning point in their relationship.

She lets him into her life and world a bit more. She relaxes a bit more around him and vice versa. They're not even so strict about their scheduled duels anymore; sometimes he comes by just because he wants to see her, and she obliges. He's still an asshole but less of one. She's still begrudging but less so. It's clear something has begun to change within him. She's not sure what it is, but it's there. And it's... meaningful, at least to her. Because she never thought she'd see it

Don't want to get too deep into it because I want to talk abt it more later. But there's at least one suicide attempt by Spice bc he's gotten really depressed (more than he already was) and Golden stops him, and in doing so realizes that she's come to genuinely care about him as a person and doesn't want him gone, even despite his misdeeds. Another big turning point, especially on her part

They become genuine friends. Bit of a weird friendship, he's still a bad guy, but even so. She's honest about enjoying his company. She talks to him like she does everyone else. And he likes it. He likes that she's so casual now. That they're so used to each other now. It's pleasant

The more he spends time with her and gets to know her, the deeper in love he falls. But no longer is it that corrosive sentiment it once was. With time, it evolves into a healthy affection and respect for her. He's still smitten as always and forever, but in a more normal way lol

The more time she spends with him and gets to know him, the more she comes to see that... He's really not so bad, underneath all of his... issues. He's intelligent. Thoughtful. Creative, even (ironic). He's very handsome. He makes her laugh. He keeps her on her toes. He's not so different from her, in some ways. With all of that, and what he's willingly revealed to her about his life, she believes that... he can be fixed. He can get better. Somewhere within the dark chasm of his soul is man with some worth. There's something worth salvaging inside of him. One little ray of light, flickering in the dark. He can change, if he wants to. She truly believes that now.

So she starts making an effort to help him along. Starts pushing for him to interact with others. Do good deeds. Participate in society, in life. He tries to push back but ultimately gives in, if only to appease her. She's the only person he tolerates still, everyone else can keel over and die for all he cares. Just because he's not actively hurting anyone doesn't mean he cares about them.

But... it works, little by little. This war of attrition she wages. Of course she can't force him to change; he has to want that for himself. But she can at least show him the merit in doing so. And she does. Slowly, begrudgingly, he starts to actually talk to people. Hang around them. Do things of his own accord, not just to make her happy. He does not say so, but he's learning to enjoy and appreciate life again

That's when she falls for him. It was already in motion for a while, but it's watching him improve and become more of the man she thinks exists deep down inside that does her in for good. Of course she's embarrassed. She grapples with the moral implications. But in the end, she can't help herself. He's charmed her. He won.

They're happy together. They marry. He is gladly accepted by the GCK as their king, for they have embraced him by then. They have those two kiddos. He's forged new, genuine friendships with the other Ancients plus a few other people, and rebuilt the old ones he had with the other Beasts. He's... not a hero, no. He never will be again. But he's abandoned his evil ways. He's made peace with himself. He's been reintegrated into society. He's happy. They're happy.

No one approves of them besides Pure Vanilla. Throughout all of this, Spice has been regarded with fear, hatred and suspicion. (He doesn't really care much, to hell with what others think of him.) Though he's improved and some have relaxed around him, for many it's not enough, her friends included. They worry for her safety, for her sanity. She vouches for him, his character and their relationship. Only PV is on her side from the start; he's overjoyed for her, for him, for them. He's happy he's changed, as PV always hoped all the Beasts would. He wishes them well. He hopes for a similar happy future for himself and Shadow Milk. Everyone else comes around eventually, some sooner than others. (Smoked Cheese excluded. They will never be cool)

It's important to note that I came up with this for them because I enjoy exploring morality and redemption and forgiveness, and what that might look like for certain characters. Even if he's become a better man, does Burning Spice really deserve the happy ending he got? Does it undo anything he did? Does a man like that really deserve forgiveness?

The way Burning Spice would answer those questions is... no. No, he doesn't. He's done too much. The blood on his hands will never wash out. Golden Cheese can only forgive him for what he did to her specifically, not for what he did to the world. And he knows he isn't worthy either way. Should he ever die... well, he's certainly not going to Heaven, that's for sure. So he makes peace with it the best he can and just tries to be better. He can't change the past. All he can do is try to make it a decent present. He's not perfect, no. There are some things you'll never get back after living such a cursed life. The Herald of Change is long gone; perhaps he never truly existed in the first place. He can only be Burning Spice, with the weight of all his sins bearing down on his shoulders, and try. Try to do better. For his wife. For his children. For his comrades. For his people. There's nothing else he CAN do. He can never truly fix what he did. He has to live with that forever. But he's still managed to find happiness even with it, and that makes it bearable. And it's all thanks to her, in the end. Her and the kids. They make it all worthwhile.

I'm sorry I wrote a Bible lol. And also probably derailed at least once. I just hope I answered your questions well enough. This is ultimately how Merchant thinks Golden Cheese will get romantic with Burning Spice. The end

[ziyechs]

“without a quarterback... what would a receiver be?” <3

[rollaroundincompliments]

Thinking about this quote in terms of Sam Black Britain for no reason at all

[lightningbig]

jayvik post canon revival where they have a soul bond but they wake up separated. viktor hides himself but he can't push jayce all the way out of his head. the push and pull of having each other so close but not being physically together, not being able to hold. jayce desperately trying to find viktor, even amongst all the other duties and chaos surrounding the end of the war.

jayce wakes up alone in the ruins of the hex gate. he comes to groggy and disoriented but he's searching immediately, always, for viktor. comes up empty. but he doesn't doubt for a second that viktor lives, that he came through the other side with him, because jayce can feel him, an undeniable presence in the back of his head. a thrumming warmth that cannot be fully hidden, even though viktor is obviously shuddering himself away. he pokes and prods at the connection relentlessly, screaming inside their heads, pulling and tugging for any kind of reaction. begs, pleads - don't do this again. don't run away again. don't shut me out.

[daylighteclipsed]

Bruh soriku got the floral arch, the dearly beloved wedding march, and the paopu fruit 💀

[urlocalmcflurry]

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[aq2003]

i saw a post saying boom was good bc it feels like it could be done with any doctor/companion duo and honestly that was one of the things i felt was wrong with it

[drabbles-about-crk]

Connecting Halves AU

Here are some changes to canon that happen with the ancients after they get back to their time.

Dark Cacao’a routine as a traveler started to include the prayers and mediations he learned from Granter of Flour and the villagers. By accident, he has created water that has a golden color he saw in the temple grounds. He always uses it for special purposes: bitter tea ceremonies and cleansing. (Examples: At every milestone, Dark Cacao had his son drink it. He dabs some on his soldiers’ forehead during inductions.) Dark Choco got told stories of this time travel event and searches for more stories about the Granter of Volition to give it to his father as a gift.

Golden Cheese finds out she time traveled through speaking to her fellow ancients. She is very distraught that her prince is likely dead- at least at first. After learning of the other ansicwnts stories, she starts theorizing he might have been immortal too. The rest met an immortal cookie and grew close to them before disappearing. It doesn’t take long for her to hope, to think her prince was an immortal of some kind, too. She holds tight this fantasy and seeks to build a shining kingdom of her own. He has one to mold as he saw fit, and so shall she. When they reunite, they will blend the two slowly as they prove each other equals in all rights. Her original castle had a room made to resemble the one he showed her in his own home. Her nests of pillows and silks had reds and patterns mixed in the resemble Harold’s style. She has a preference for spices in her diet and has a habit of going to Dragon Valley for its spices. Can use her feathers to grab things (if you ever seen mlp, think about how pegasus wings can move) and has accidentally disappeared her wings like Harold can hide his four extra arms. This is not controlled like how you can’t control your blood pumping.

Pure Vanilla started his kingdom on the same mountain he lived on with Fount’s disguised self. He has an open quest for someone to bring him a milk crown flower but none have been able to find this fabled bloom. His control of dark moon magic is a little better than canon though not enough to save him from getting stuck in the void for years. He dreams on those days a lot and understand his friend (Fount) better after becoming kind. Raised a pet cake wolf like disguised Fount had. Promised to search him out in the future and tries his best to find any hints on his fate. Occasionally can see out of staring vanilla orchids (my name for those vanilla orchids with open eyes) and other plants with eyes, has little control of this.

Hollyberry is even more chummy with the royal gardener in this world and more flower based cookies are welcomed in her kingdom. She regals her son of stories about the bringer of happiness and her garden of delights. The fun she had at the Virtues side. They even have a holiday about the fleeting nature of happiness (valentines day version for all types of love) based on her. She wants to go the beast yeast to see her again but never got to the garden. Pitaya dragon gets jealous of her talking about Sugar of Happiness and vows to battle this mysterious cookie for the ancient’s attention (may or may not caused by a crush. I am a multi shipper after all) Occasionally feels like she has feathers on her back and by her ears. Has a feather fall ability that triggers in serious incidents. She has made nests for Royalberry as a child because she really liked sleeping in them.

White Lily has a dagger styled after the knight. In beast yeast, when hearing about the fate of the virtues, she ends up crying. After sharing her and her friends stories of the time travel incident before they got the souljams, Elder Faerie is very worried as there exist accounts of the beasts murmuring about their missing loves/halves. He might be able to hear what they say in the tree, so he worries about the safety of this new cookie given the beasts are starting to escape. White Lily cries about sealing the silver tree in the past because she knows she is sealing her friends’ friends. They might be twisted and evil, but they still were and are loved.

Dark Enchantress uses these stories to her advantage. She says she knows who the cookies they seek are and promise to help the beast get them and bodies in exchange for their cooperation.

[h-doodles]

Connection // Consumption // Possession is my way of Love & you are mine as i am yours, various - a web weave for it's quicker & easier (to eat your young) by @pinkcannibal 💖

[marc--chilton]

wait listen to me. i can't articulate the thought right now but it's There. house's ringtone for wilson being 'dancing queen'. as an inside joke to himself (or house rubbing off on him perhaps,,) wilson starts associating 'i wanna dance with somebody' to house

[pynkhues]

Anon from earlier about Sam's family. Thanks for letting me know that tribe was an offensive term for the Aboriginal people. I'm not Australian and didn't know. I apologize. And yes, people were using that term on twitter when talking about it. It's all in very bad faith.

(x)

You're very welcome, anon, and I appreciate the acknowledgement. I figured it was probably the terminology being used, and you just didn't know, but it's really kind of you to own it, apologise and be open to learning.

I'm kind of a bit lucky in this sense, because I have a few Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander friends from across different Nations, and I work with a lot of First Nations people in different capacities (actors, writers and artists at the theatre company, of course, but one of my areas of specialisation as a freelance writer is in people-related safety, so I have a - - mm, I don't want to say expertise, because I think this is a space you're always learning in, but perhaps an area of qualification (?) in writing about child safety, gender-based safety in the workplace, and racial and cultural safety, particularly with First Nations people, in which I usually work with Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples to develop documents on what helps them to feel safe in different contexts. I've written these sorts of things for schools, health services and arts venues, so I have a lot of conversations with people in different capacities too. I'm also on the theatre I work at's Reconciliation Action Working Group, so yes! Having a lot of robust conversations every day, haha).

But yeah. It's quite telling to me that someone would stress a level of 'care' over what happened to those First Nations people while using a term that many Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples would consider a slur. To do that level of research into a family Sam could possibly be related to, and then to weaponise a community while calling that community something they'd find derogatory just makes it beyond obvious what the intentions behind it are. It would take two minutes to look up any of the many, many guides that exist about this, but those communities aren't who they actually care about. They're just grist for the mill.

[distortednightmare]

Im just gonna say it. ADHD feels like a constant uphill battle against myself 💀

[drabbles-about-crk]

If people have questions about my au, feel free to ask!

[buckcherried]

the mirror at the end of the bed was a recent purchase, one made by you, with a singular yet very important intention.

good old-fashioned loverboy kento nanami is a man that loves to make love. he values intimacy, romance. being able to make eye contact during the amorous act of sex was of high importance to him. he fucked insanely well, especially so under these pretenses.

so, even with his hands full of your perfect ass that aligned so nicely at his hips, doggy style had always felt a bit... impersonal. and despite how good and rough he always managed to fuck you, regardless of the position, he always preserved the connection between the two of you. his hand finding yours against your hip and interlocking fingers whilst drilling his cock upward into your cunt as you rode him reverse cowgirl, the way his thumb would caress your cheek as he held a tight grip of your jaw as he fucked your mouth ever so slow and steady... kento nanami always found a way to pour the romantics into everything he did.

his favorite act of romance, though, was eye contact. the very notion had him feral. having his eyes locked with yours as the two of you did the filthiest things to each other — he could cum at the mere thought. you could always see it right there in his eyes, usually moments after you batted your lashes up to meet his low-lidded gaze, and it was all over. it was allllll in the eyes.

that's why last night, not even half an hour after he came buckets into your cunt during a very hot and heavy session in the missionary position with your foreheads practically glued together, you got out the measuring tape. silently, in the warm glow of your bedside lamp that softly lit your sleeping lover's face, you took measurements of the wall facing your bed while the impurest of thoughts ran rampant through your mind.

the delivery men had it up and installed rather quick the next morning. you tipped them and sent them on their way before they could even begin to imagine the plans you had for this new item placed so strategically in your bedroom. you barely had time to fantasize as you heard kento enter down at the front door.

those hazel eyes found yours immediately as soon as their beholder swung open the bedroom door.

through the mirror, you caught his wide-eyed stare from your position on the bed — face down, ass up high in the air, wearing nothing but his favorite black lace set. he stood there for a moment, his stare flitting to your body and back, finding conversation in your eyes as they told him everything he needed to know about how the scene in front of him came to fruition.

kento's bag fell with a thud as it dropped to the floor, his hands finding a new interest as they found his belt. he made quick yet steady work of it, gaze never leaving yours as he pulled it from its loops.

he remained silent as he halved the belt into one hand and walked into the room. your eyes never left his form as he approached the bed, mattress dipping from the added weight as he knelt on it behind you.

you flicked your head to the side, your right cheek pressed against the bed as you peered back at him best you could from this angle, a soft gasp hitching in your throat as you catch him freeing his rigid cock from his dress pants.

his fingers dipped around the material of your thong and dragged it to the side, tapping at your now bare entrance, giving your core a few languid circles, making a mess of your arousal.

"my sweet wife..." kento's voice was low at your ear as he leaned over you, a hand grazing softly over your ass, cock twitching as the length of it pressed flat against your weeping cunt, "if you needed to be fucked like this you just had to ask."

you didn't have the chance to respond before kento sheathed himself inside you, wasting no time in removing any of his clothes as he got to pounding you mercilessly into the bed. his big strong hands held your hips up high, in perfect position, fucking you into oblivion at a pace you couldn’t physically comprehend as the snaps of his hips flung you forward.

your scream was muffled by the bedsheets, fisting the material so hard your knuckles begged for mercy.

kento tutted, hauling your chest up off the bed by seizing both your wrists and yanking them back toward him to clasp in one hand, "eyes, darling."

it was the only warning you needed, eyes locking with his in the reflection of the mirror immediately. the groan that escaped his throat was guttural. you could feel his cock harden against your walls as he continued his ravenous assault of your cunt. his low-lidded gaze was telling, those hazel eyes darker than you had ever seen them.

"ah, there’s my girl.”

the love in his gaze was overwhelming as he quite literally fucked you like he was trying to split you in two. his beefy chest strained against his tight button-up as he put all his strength into the action, the thick muscles of his biceps rippling as he used you as leverage to fuck you even harder. his jaw clenched, those pussydrunk eyes flitting from yours to the place where you connected, hypnotized by the way this thick length sheathes perfectly into your tight little cunt like you were made for him. your gaze was locked on his frame, staring with wide eyes as he spit in his free hand and grazed his way around your trembling thighs to make contact with your clit, knowing he found juuuust the right spot by the way you arched into his touch for more.

kento took the opportunity to rut the entirety of his ruinous cock inside to the hilt, his aching balls flush against your core as he holds himself there, hips grinding in for as much give as your cunt would allow him.

the stretch of him dropped your jaw, your lungs gasping to maintain your breath at the sensation of being completely and utterly full. you could barely keep your eyes open — but fuck, it would be a crime to miss out on the moment before you. those utterly lovesick eyes of his on yours as he began to make work of your clit, so intentionally slow and steady as you warmed his throbbing cock.

it was hard for you to keep it together now. his touch lit you on fire, the soft strokes of his expert fingers that know you oh so well. and that cock of his, so unforgivingly big, rutting there ever so gently at your cervix over and over and over, stuffing you full to the point of delirium.

you tightened around him as you desperately tried to adjust to the stretch. he was so fucking big. no matter how many times kento fucked you it seemed like he’d never fit. but your husband always got the job done.

kento let your wrists free as you caved into the mattress, not letting your eyes leave his as you peered up from the sudden relief of the covers as his free hand ran the length of your back.

“you know just how much i love you, yes?” his pace slowed to an even more intimate speed as he leaned to trail kiss after kiss up your arching spine, “thank you for the surprise, sweet girl..."

the gravel in his voice caught your immediate attention, your lulling eyes that were rolling to the back of your head now snapping back up to meet his.

and there it was. it was always in the eyes. he looked at you like you hung the stars. his wife. the woman he would lay his life down for. the only one to know him so well, so intimately. the woman who'd install a fucking mirror at the end of the bed just for this very moment.

"... now cum for me.”

and you did, immediately. it was all too much now, all you could feel was him. the pressure of his cock, how you could practically feel him all the way up in your stomach — you were done for the moment you watched that last screw drill into the wall this morning.

the shakes racked your body as you came, cunt clenching him for all he’s worth as he followed suit, rutting his hot thick cum inside you like it was the last thing he’d ever get to do. the hand at your clit reaches further down, his fingers splitting the place your searing bodies meet to memorize the feeling of the way his cock ruts in and out of you as the two of you ride out your orgasm.

kento had come undone — a mess of hot and slutty moans at your ear. he simply could not. get. enough.

and as you take in the beautiful sight of him holding you so in the reflection, all sweaty and fucked out of his mind, you couldn’t help but grin as your hand leisurely followed to meet his to feel the last of his strokes stuff your cunt. his eyes, yearning and low-lidded, latched to yours as he watched you open your mouth to speak.

“would the delivery men start to catch on if we had them install another on the ceiling?”