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voie-lacte3 · 3 days ago

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if you’re taking requests, could i request a washing and drying mason’s hair fic plz 🙏🥺 oh and could i plz be 🐣 anon if it’s not taken? thank uuuu

hello my 🐣 nonnie!! i hope this meets your standards <3

chaotic photoshoot and his sweet girl

— the one where his sweet girl takes care of him after a long day

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if mason could use one word to describe the day, it would have to be atrocious.

from the second his alarm went off at 5:00am (which he definitely does not remember setting), mason knew today hated him. like actually hated him.

mason hadn’t even opened his eyes when his phone buzzed with a text that read, “car’s downstairs.”

awesome.

he rubbed his eyes, tripped over a charger on his way to the bathroom, and somehow managed to both stub his toe and knock his toothbrush into the sink at the same time.

still, he powered through.

he was mason thames, a professional. he could handle a photoshoot, he’d dealt with worse.

except no, he couldn’t.

at least not today.

because the coffee order came wrong, the smoothie he actually liked was “out”, the traffic was worse than downtown dallas on a friday evening, and by the time they got to the studio, someone had switched the entire wardrobe plan, without telling him.

and now he was standing in some weird vintage jacket, with hair gel so strong he’s sure his curls were permanently glued to his scalp.

to make things worse, the photographer kept on telling him to “look more alive,” and the interviewer— dont even get him started.

she had the audacity to ask if he was “still relevant after The Black Phone.”

as if he wasn't getting interviewed...?

like girl what. his performance as Hiccup in the live action How to Train Your Dragon was out already, he had many upcoming projects as well, like “Regretting You”, asking him if he was still relevant, puh-lease.

mason was so incredibly close to just walking out, the only— and i mean only thing stopping him?

you. sweet, gorgeous, always sleepy— you.

he’d begged your parents to let you come. literally, begged. stood in your kitchen, swearing you’d be the only one who could help him stay sane during the press trip. and they agreed, thank God.

——��

it’s nearly 1am when he finally unlocks the hotel room door.

his shoulders are heavy, his head is pounding, and everything hurts. but the second he steps inside, the ache softens.

because there you are, in one of his tshirts, legs tangled in the sheets, pink face mask on, juice box in hand, scrolling on tiktok like it was your job.

your head snaps up when the door opens, eyes widening when you see his face. “oh baby,” you breathe, already hopping off the bed, feet padding against the floor. “you look like you just got back from world war 3.”

mason drops his bags, eye’s already stinging. you reach him in seconds, cupping his cheeks, placing the most tender kiss to his lips. “bad day?”

he melts into your touch, “only the worst ever.” your fingers graze his hair, you pause immediately, eyebrows furrowing.

“what’d they do to your curls?” you whisper, a tiny frown tugging your lips. “killed them,” he replies dramatically, burying his face into you neck. “murdered right in front of me. gone forever.” you giggle, wrapping your arms around him, “we’ll bring them back.”

seconds later you’re guiding him to the bathroom like he’s made of glass, turning the water on just hot enough, testing it with your hand before helping him undress.

he’s so tired, he doesn’t even blink as you lift his arms to pull his shirt off. you toss it to the side and help him step into the bath, the honey-scented bubbles filling the air.

he lets out a sigh so deep it makes you tear up a little.

you kneel beside the tub, fingers gently combing through the stiff mess on his head. his eyes flutter close as you work in your shampoo, the one that smells like sugar and vanilla and home. your fingers thread gently into his hair, or… what’s left of it under the weight of gel, mousse, hairspray, and whatever else they decided to shellac onto his curls.

“jesus, baby,” you whisper, eyes soft as you study the hardened strands. “they really did you dirty.” he chuckles— barely. “felt like my scalp was gonna crack if i smiled too hard.”

“you don’t have to do this,” he adds, barely above a whisper. “shh,” you smile, “let me take care of you.” you reach for the cup by the faucet, slowly pouring warm water over his hair. it takes time. everything today takes time. but you don’t rush. you’d stand here for hours if it meant he’d feel human again.

he closes his eyes and you feel his entire body deflate into the water. “this okay?” you murmur, massaging it in with soft, slow circles.

“mmhmm,” he hums, eyes still closed. “feels nice.” you work gently, carefully breaking through the stiffness, watching little by little as the curls begin to return, soft, wet, and sleepy like him. your thumbs sweep across his scalp in rhythmic passes, and he makes a sound low in his throat, something between a sigh and a whimper.

you smile.

“tired, sweetie?” “mhm, feel very relaxed, you’re literally giving me a spa day right now,” he mumbles. “i’d marry you on the spot if i had a ring.” you snort softly, heart tugging. “one step at a time, romeo. we’re still in the de-gunking phase.”

when it’s time to rinse, you cup your hand at his forehead so the soap doesn’t drip into his eyes. he lets you cradle him like he’s breakable. and maybe he is, a little. cracked around the edges after a long day of being someone for everyone else. but here, he’s just mason. your goofy, charming, sweet boy, mason.

when his hair is finally clean—really clean, back to its messy but clean state, you press a kiss to the top of his head. “there,” you whisper, voice warm. “you’re back.”

you leave him in the tub with a kiss to his temple, going to grab soft sweats and fresh boxers. when you come back, he’s done, standing wrapped in a towel like a sleepy little angel.

“awwww,” you coo, helping him dry off. you pull his clothes on, pointing to the sink. “brush,” you instruct.

he obeys.

you sit on the bathroom counter, towel in hand, gently blotting the moisture from his hair away, fingers careful not to tug or pull too hard. "you okay?" you ask, noticing his eyes on you through the mirror, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “i am now,” he mumbles.

back in bed, you plug in your hair dryer, and reach for the heat protectant spray, misting it through his curls with care. he doesn’t flinch. just leans back a little so you can get the top.

once the hair dryer clicks on, you lower the setting to warm, and let your fingers do most of the work, lifting the curls lightly and letting the air pass through. your other hand threads through the strands as you dry, a touch so gentle it’s more love than motion.

he closes his eyes again.

you glance down at him, at his soft profile, his lashes flutter every time your fingers skim his temple. he lets you fix what the world broke today. lets you hold him like he’s not famous, not tired, not unraveling, just yours.

you don’t say anything. you just keep running your hands through his hair like you’re trying to untangle the day out of him. and maybe you are.

when you finish, you brush the last curls into place and lean forward to kiss his cheek. “done,” you whisper, tossing your face mask in the trash.

he turns around immediately and wraps you up in his arms, pulling you into his lap. “you’re my favorite person,” he mumbles, lips brushing your collarbone. “ever. like… ever ever.” you smile, threading your fingers into the freshly dried curls.

“my sweet girl, stay forever?” he hums, face buried in your chest. you giggle and kiss the top of his head. “forever and ever.” he hums, already leaning back on the bed, dragging you with him.

“God woman, i love you,” he whispers as you trace your fingers down his torso. “i love you more.”

and finally, his breathing slows, his lashes flutter, and the weight of the day leaves his body as he falls asleep, his arms tight around you, like he finally found peace.

and for today, maybe he did.

a/n: as of right now this will be my LAST mason thames post (for a bit). i love mason, and i LOVE the support you guys have given me for him! but i do want to start writing for the sturniolo triplets because they're also some people i love, and i haven't been as attentive to them as i have been with mason. i know its not on yall, im glad you guys like my mason writing, but since i want to write a bit for the triplets, my requests for mason thames is currently closed!!!!!!! i hope you guys understand 💔

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grrlterrier · 2 months ago

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Happens about 100 times a day. Baristas get it.

#I always keep an espresso cup on standby because even after explaining what it is people still don’t get it #they always see the tiny cup and are like ‘oh :/‘#illustration #art #artists on tumblr #procreate #bull terrier #comic #barista #original comic #original character #furry

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holeforzenin · 6 months ago

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Older boyfriend! Toji who never lets you leave the house to attend your classes without stuffing his bitter cum up your cunt in the morning. :(

It’s like seven in the morning and he’s sipping on the freshly brewed cup of coffee you made for him a few minutes earlier while the nasty, loud squelching of your soaked pussy sucking his dick in filled the early morning atmosphere.

Your plaid skirt is weakly brunched up around your waist, the fabric delicately ruffled, and your panties are struggling to stay hooked against your right cheek. You're practically drooling on the wooden dinner table like a little slut. Your poor legs are quivering and shaking in front of his muscular ones while he's just straight up blowing your back out from behind.

“Dear God, you hear how fucking mouthy this cunt is early in the morning?” He winced at the noise, cursing under his breath as he gazed down at his girthy cock disappearing into the warmth of your creamy hole. Every time he pulls his cock out, a glistening trail of cum shimmered at the thick base of his shaft, some even clinging to his curling pubic hairs like pearls in a tangled web.

“Aww is she thanking my cock for splitting her in half? How generous”.

Your whole body involuntarily trembles under the persistence of his roughness. each furious stroke of his angry tip skillfully hitting your sweet spot over and over with precise force sent shivers down your shine. “D-daddy m’gonna b-be late for class!” you managed to gasp out between whimpering moans. Your voice strained and ragged. But he just chuckles in response, his raspy laughter from his morning voice filling the room.

“Oh yeah? Yer not gonna anywhere till my seed is overflowing out this pretty pussy, darling”. He growls. His firm grip on your hips tightens, and his slender fingers kept digging into your soft skin— leaving marks that are going to remind you of his possession and roughness throughout the entire day.

“Fucking hell, you’re dripping everywhere. This cunt’s fucking soaked, it’s just seven in the morning and you’re already creaming like some horny slut” he grunts harshly, biting his bottom lip as he began bullying his cock in and out of you faster.

“Bet your classmates would love to see you like this, all messy and stuffed full with your older man’s cock”. The warmth of his breath creates a tantalizing contrast against your tender neck, making the tiny hairs from the back of your neck rise.

You bite your lips in an attempt to suppress the pathetic moan that was threatening to escape your lips from his humiliating words. Your body starts betraying you as you imagine the scandalized look on everyone’s face to see your boyfriend’s seed slowly steeping out your used cunt.

“N-no Toji, please…” you whimpered softly, your eyes screwed out and cunt clenching tighter around his veiny shaft.

“Fuck you’re so dirty, baby”. He silenced your pathetic noises with a rough kiss, his tongue invading your mouth just as his fat cock invaded your snugged cunny :(. He sucked on your tongue and swirled his around yours to exchange the stringy saliva. You can’t even think straight at this point, your mind a blur of pleasure and an overwhelming desire to please the older man.

With a sly grin, he gently withdrew from the kiss, his warm lips skimming down the curve of your jaw before settling on the delicate shell of your ear. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he whispered, “You want my fat load deep in this little cunt while you walk into class, feeling it leaking down your pretty thighs?”.

Your face flushed with an overwhelming wave of embarrassment as his hot breath caressed your ears, leaving you unable to form coherent thoughts. You could barely nod, already gone stupid from his abusing cock. “Mmm, that’s what I like to hear, good girl”. He praised with a smug and teasing tone. “I’ll give it all to you, don’t worry”.

“Yer such an obedient little cumslut for daddy aren’t ya doll? He questioned with a light chuckle. He’s always so amused by your fucked out state, he thinks you’re so adorable being dumbed down and stupid from his cock. Your slick, pulsating hole tightly embraces his throbbing cock, gripping onto him like you wanted to suck his soul out of his body.

The prominent veins of his cock rubbed against your velvety walls, massaging your insides and causing an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. He hissed loudly in your ear before speeding up his pace.

He felt your weeping cunt clenching tighter around him, like a vice, threatening to milk every last drop out. “Yeah that’s it, keep squeezing me. You’re so filthy baby, milk daddy’s cock dry” he slammed into you with renewed vigor, his heavy balls practically making love to your swollen clit with each powerful thrust.

Your moans turned into desperate cries, echoing through the morning air. Your needy pussy is spasming around his cock in a powerful orgasm. He could feel your juices flowing out, adding to the creamy mess between your plush thighs.

“Oh fuck, baby you’re making so much mess on Daddy’s cock, yer tryna mark me or something?” he hissed, his cock thumping with a familiar coil in his balls. “M’gonna breed this filthy pussy. Gonna fill it up so full that my seed is gonna leak out of you all day long”.

With one final thrust, he buried himself all the way inside of you— filling you up to the brim so his buttery cum spurts out into your womb. His cock was twitching and pulsating inside of you, making you whine and wiggle your ass back at him at the warm feeling as he emptied his fat load— jet after jet of hot cum shooting into your fucked out hole.

“Good God— fuckk!” the older man lets out a guttural growl, His large body shuddered as waves of pleasure coursed through him. With a possessive gesture, he wrapped his arm securely around your waist, pulling you close as both of you tried to calm your racing hearts and catch your breaths. His cock continued twitching as your heart raced in unison.

“Thereee we go doll, now you’re all stuffed n’ ready for class” he placed an affectionate kiss on your delicate neck, his breath ragged as he slowly withdrew his cock out of your stretched hole— being so careful that he doesn’t spill any of his precious sperm.

His cock slides out with a wet sound before he quickly reaches for your panties and pulled them over your ruined cunt. He gently pulled your skirt over your round ass and smoothed it so it didn't look all wrinkly and mashed up. So you’ll look like an actual neat and well-put together girl, as if you weren’t just fucked into a brainless slut seven in the fucking morning by your sex addict boyfriend.

“Meet me in the car and don’t make any of my fucking cum spill out of you or we’re gonna have to start again, you hear me?”

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mahowaga · 4 months ago

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it started innocently—really, it did.

you had no idea the chaos you were about to unleash when, that first time, you pulled your phone out at dinner to capture the gorgeous table spread.

you aren't some influencer, you don't have an aesthetic food page or anything. you just like saving the memories. you like looking back at the colors of the dishes, the way the warm lights catch the steam rising from a bowl of ramen, or the glistening sheen of freshly grilled corn. it makes you happy.

but nanami kento—who sits across from you at that table, handsome in his pressed white button-up and tie still a little too tight against his throat even though the workday has ended—mistakes your angle.

his gaze flicks up from his plate, catching you just as you are angling your phone. and for a brief moment, his face freezes.

then—composed, but stiff—he straightens his spine and fixes his tie.

you blink. "what... what are you doing?"

"you could've warned me if you were going to take a photo of me," he murmurs, eyes dropping to his food. "i must look ridiculous while eating."

the words catch you so off guard that you barely manage a confused laugh, and the words i wasn't taking a photo of you! i was taking a photo of the table, of the food don't come. instead, you stutter, "oh, well, i—"

kento nods, but his eyes don't meet yours. he simply spears a piece of potato and says, "of course."

you meant to correct him properly. you meant to explain. but watching the slight pink creep up the tips of his ears—the usually unflappable nanami kento, embarrassed at the thought of you taking his picture—you hesitate.

and then you just never said anything.

the next time it happens, it's sushi.

a fancy little place you pick because you know kento likes it—quiet, clean, no frills but top-tier quality. you're practically bouncing in your seat by the time the chef slides the first omakase platter in front of you, every piece glistening, delicate, artful.

you pull out your phone.

kento, mid-reach for his cup of tea, freezes again. just like last time.

then slowly—almost robotically—he sets the cup down, places his hands neatly on his lap, and gives you the most stilted half-smile you've ever seen.

you pause, staring at him. "kento—"

"it's alright," he says quickly. "i understand. people like documenting memories. i just. i just wasn't prepared. that's all."

you really should clear the misunderstanding right now.

but instead, a laugh bubbles out of you. "alright. then—hold still."

and you snap a photo. of him. not the food. him.

the photo is terrible—he's as stiff as a board, his jaw locked, and he looks like he's posing for a passport photo at gunpoint.

but it's cute. in the way kento always is, without ever meaning to be.

it becomes a thing after that. you don't even know how.

every time you take your phone out, kento will assume the position. stiff shoulders, straight spine, polite smile.

and every time, you can't bring yourself to tell him that no—really—you're just trying to take a photo of the food.

but by the fourth or fifth outing, something shifts.

kento starts asking, carefully neutral, "do you want me to sit differently? or is this alright?"

and that? that cracks something in you.

"no," you laugh, breathless. "you're perfect."

the words slip out before you can stop them.

kento blinks once, then twice. then he looks down quickly, ears flushing crimson. "i see."

after that, it's like he's resigned himself. if you pull your phone out, he waits. patient, polite, quietly ready.

so you start taking photos. of him. on purpose.

at the cafe, with the tiny cappuccino cup too delicate in his large hands—snap.

at the bakery, applying jam to the slice of freshly baked bread—snap.

at the park, sitting stiffly on the bench while you both have ice cream—snap.

"you're building a collection, aren't you?" kento asks one evening, watching you put your phone down with a barely-contained smile.

you start. "what?"

"photos. of me." his voice is flat, but his eyes—his eyes are soft, just the slightest glint of amusement there. "i'm assuming you have a folder by now."

you flush. "i—no—maybe."

kento lets out a low sigh, running a hand through his hair. "you could just ask, you know."

you blink. "ask?"

"if you want a picture," he says, clearing his throat. "i don't mind. but maybe then—maybe i could try not to look like a stiff idiot."

you laugh, loud and bright, and kento flinches like he's just startled a bird.

"you don't look like an idiot," you say, wiping your eyes. "you look like you. that's perfect to me."

kento stares at you for a long, quiet moment. and then—unexpected, a tiny miracle—he smiles. a real one. the kind that softens all the lines of his face, that crinkles his eyes just enough.

"that might be the nicest thing anyone's said to me," he murmurs.

you open your mouth, close it, then grin. "well, get used to it. you're stuck with me, nanami kento. my photo album's already proof."

kento gives a long-suffering sigh, but his hand—warm, steady—reaches out across the table, brushing yours.

"i suppose," he says, almost fond, "i can live with that."

seven months later, you've built a whole gallery. and when kento catches you looking through it one night—tired from work, tie loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up—he doesn't say a word.

he just kisses the top of your head, quietly, and murmurs, "just let me know next time, hm? i want to look good for you."

and that is how your silly little secret turns into the softest thing you've ever shared with him.

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mononijikayu · 7 months ago

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i saw mommy kissing santa claus — fushiguro toji

“Mom, I saw you kissing Santa Claus last night.” You froze, the coffee cup halfway to your lips as your cheeks turned a warm shade of red. Your husband Toji, on the other hand, lowered his mug, his sharp green eyes sparkling with mischief. He looked at you, one brow raised, fighting the grin threatening to spread across his face. “Oh, really, kid?” Toji said, leaning back casually. “Mommy here was kissing Santa Claus, huh?” You stammered, caught off guard. “W-well, Megumi, I think maybe you were dreaming—" “Nope!” Megumi insisted, crossing his little arms over his chest. “I saw it, mom. You were right by the tree!”

GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence!;

WARNING/S: fluff, romance, nsfw, r-18, christmas day, santa, parenthood, pet names (babe, love, etc), love, humor, light-hearted, domestic life, slice of life, being in love, parenthood, married life, healthy relationship, toddler, family, late night sex, kissing, p-i-v sex, profanity, sexual intercourse, depictions of sexual acts, depiction of body praise, depiction of naked bodies, mention of sexual innuendo, mention of sexual intercourse, husband! toji, mamaguro! reader;

WORD COUNT: 7k words

NOTE: toji seems to me like the type who would have been so good at teasing mamaguro??? like he would definitely be the person that would also wear a santa claus costume just to put megumi's gifts on the tree and then know that megumi would be watching??? anyway i love their tiny family i am so floored every time i write about them. anyway merry fushiguro christmas!!! i love you all <3

box it up, christmas hun! (santa kayu 2024)

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YOU ALWAYS ADORED CHRISTMAS. Even as a child, the magic of the holiday season was something your mother and father made sure to bring alive for you.

They worked tirelessly to fill each moment with joy, whether it was the way the house glowed with lights or how the scent of fresh-baked cookies lingered in the air.

Your favorite memories were wrapped in those small, meaningful traditions—sipping hot chocolate while the snow fell softly outside, unwrapping presents by the fire, and gathering together to share stories and laughter. It wasn’t about the gifts or the grandeur, but the warmth of family and the sense of belonging.

Now that you had a family of your own, you were determined to recreate that magic, to pass down those same feelings of joy and love to the people you held closest to your heart. Fushiguro Toji wasn’t raised with those kinds of traditions.

For him, the holidays were often just another day. Especially when he lived with his family and even after that. There was no desire for a fuss, no fanfare. But when it came to you, he was more than willing to step out of his comfort zone.

Toji might not have admitted it outright, but seeing how much the holidays meant to you made it easy for him to get involved. Whether it was wrestling with tangled strings of lights or holding your hand while you browsed for the perfect tree, he found himself drawn into the excitement. It was a quiet kind of joy for him, watching your face light up with happiness as you brought the season to life.

When your beloved Megumi came along, the holidays became even more special. Toji was quick to embrace his role, even if it meant helping you with putting out the tree or helping to bake cookies that somehow ended up burnt half the time.

He didn’t care if it was messy or chaotic—seeing the laughter, the wide-eyed wonder, and the unfiltered happiness of his family made every effort worth it.

What surprised him most was how much he’s slowly come to love those traditions, too. They weren’t just holidays anymore; they were the foundation of memories he never knew he needed.

He started to look forward to the little things, like staying up late with you to wrap presents or watching Megumi to try to stay awake for Santa, only to fall asleep halfway through their schemes.

Each holiday became another chance to build something new together, a season filled with traditions that were uniquely yours. Toji might have started off doing it for you, but somewhere along the way, he realized he was doing it for himself, too.

After all, your beautiful family meant everything to him, it’s now his safe zone—and these moments were proof that he finally had one worth celebrating.

So on this bright Christmas morning, your comely house was tenderly wrapped in a soft, magical stillness. The gentle hum of the house’s heater and the occasional crackle from the fireplace your husband had set up added to the warmth of the room.

The Christmas tree glowed with colorful lights, their reflections dancing on the ornaments and the neatly wrapped presents beneath. The faint scent of cinnamon and pine hung in the air, blending with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Young and bright four year old Fushiguro Megumi shuffled into the living room, his favorite blanket dragging behind him like a cape. His small, sleepy frame was bundled in his fuzzy pajamas, the ones with tiny snowflakes printed all over.

His dark charcoal hair was a tousled mess, sticking out in every direction as if he’d been wrestling with his dreams. He paused near the doorway, rubbing his blue–green eyes, and blinked at the cozy scene before him.

There you were, curled up on the couch with Toji, both of you cradling steaming mugs of coffee. Toji was dressed in his usual casual sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, one arm draped lazily along the back of the couch, the other holding his mug. He looked relaxed, his sharp green eyes softened with a rare, unguarded warmth.

You were tucked into his side, your legs curled beneath you, wearing an oversized Christmas special cardigan and your fuzzy faux fur slippers.

The two of you shared a quiet moment, sipping the coffee your husband brewed and exchanging conversation and content smiles as the early morning sunlight peeked through the curtains.

Megumi's sleepy gaze lit up as he took in the sight of the tree, its glowing lights illuminating the pile of presents waiting for him. His little mouth opened in a gasp, and he looked at the two of you with wide, sparkling blue–green orbs.

“It’s Christmas!” he announced, his voice still tinged with the rasp of sleep but filled with excitement. “It’s Christmas morning!”

You smiled, setting your mug on the coffee table and opening your arms to him. “Good morning, sweetheart. Merry Christmas.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He toddled over, crawling onto the couch and nestling between you and Toji. Toji chuckled, ruffling Megumi’s messy hair affectionately. “Morning, kid. Looks like Santa came through for you this time around, huh?”

Megumi nodded eagerly, his blue–green eyes darting back to the presents under the tree. “Can I open them now?” he asked, his voice filled with hopeful anticipation.

“Not even a good morning first?” Toji teased, arching an eyebrow. But the playful tone in his voice made Megumi giggle. “Too excited, you are.”

“Good morning, Dad.” Megumi said, grinning as he leaned against you. “Good morning, Mom.”

Your heart swelled at the sight of him, his excitement so pure and unfiltered. You kissed the top of his little head, wrapping an arm around him as Toji stood and stretched, walking over to grab the digital camera.

“All right.” Toji said with a smirk, motioning to the tree. “Let’s see what Santa left for you, kid.”

With a delighted squeal, Fushiguro Megumi scrambled off the couch and ran toward the presents, his blanket forgotten on the floor in his excitement.

You and Toji shared a tender glance, his usual smirk softening into a genuine, warm smile. You shake your head, looking at him with much contentment.

He walked back to you, settling beside you on the couch and slipping his hand into yours. His touch was steady, grounding, as the two of you watched Megumi dive headfirst into the pile of gifts.

His bright laughter filled the room, bright and melodic, blending perfectly with the soft crackle of the fireplace.

For a moment, everything was perfect—pure joy radiating from your son as he examined each box like it was a priceless treasure. Then, Megumi suddenly paused, his small frame still in the middle of the living room.

He turned slowly to face you both, his expression shifting into something unusually serious, his little brows furrowing in a way that was far too mature for his age. When he wasn’t smiling, you were sure your son was quite a young old man in that tiny body.

You blinked, puzzled, as Toji sat up straighter, his grip on your hand loosening. Before either of you could ask what was wrong, Megumi crossed his arms over his chest, his blanket forgotten entirely now, and declared with absolute certainty:

“Mom, I saw you kissing Santa Claus last night.”

You froze, the coffee cup halfway to your lips as your cheeks turned a warm shade of red. Your husband Toji, on the other hand, lowered his mug, his sharp green eyes sparkling with mischief. He looked at you, one brow raised, fighting the grin threatening to spread across his face.

“Oh, really, kid?” Toji said, leaning back casually. “Mommy here was kissing Santa Claus, huh?”

You stammered, caught off guard. “W-well, Megumi, I think maybe you were dreaming—"

“Nope!” Megumi insisted, crossing his little arms over his chest. “I saw it, mom. You were right by the tree!”

His little pout was so serious it almost made you laugh. You tried to hold your composure, his cute little glare gleaming at you with the most adorable aggression. He looked too much like Toji when he was like this. And that had made you even more adoring of him in this way.

Toji’s chuckle deepened as he leaned back on the couch, completely unbothered. “Cookies and milk are standard, kid.” he said, shrugging casually. “But Santa? He’s a special guest. Sometimes he deserves a little extra appreciation.”

Megumi tilted his head, his little face scrunching in thought. “Like a hug?” he asked, glancing back at the presents under the tree, though his curiosity still lingered.

“Sure, sure.” Toji said, smirking as he threw a glance your way. “Or something like that.”

You nudged him with your elbow, your cheeks heating up again. “Toji, that’s not something you should be jumping into.” you whispered under your breath, giving him a look that was equal parts exasperated and amused.

Toji just grinned and leaned in closer to you, his voice low so only you could hear. “What? I didn’t even mention the mistletoe.” His tone was full of playful mischief, and you rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile.

“Mom? Dad?” Megumi’s voice broke through, his tiny hands clutching a brightly wrapped box as he looked up at you both. “Can I open this one first?”

You gave a soft laugh, glad for the distraction. “Of course, sweetheart.” you said, smiling warmly at him.

Toji reached over, ruffling Megumi’s hair again as the boy plopped down in front of the tree. “Go for it, kid. Let’s see what Santa left you.”

“Hmm. Okay.” he finally muttered, turning his attention to the colorful boxes waiting for him.

Megumi’s attention shifted entirely to the gift in his hands, his little fingers working furiously to tear the wrapping paper. You let out a breath, glancing at Toji, who was still watching you with that infuriatingly smug look. His hands wrapped against your shoulders.

He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Kissing Santa, huh, babe?” he teased, leaning in close. “Got any more Christmas spirit for me?”

Your face burned as you playfully shoved him, your smile betraying you. “Shut up, Toji.” you whispered, though the giggle that escaped ruined the effect.

“Guess Santa’s the lucky one this year, don’t you think?” he murmured.

You bit your lip, shaking your head but unable to hide the smile that crept across your face. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, yeah.” he said, his smirk softening into something warmer as he looked at you. “But you love me anyway.”

“Merry Christmas, babe.” Toji murmured, stealing a quick kiss.

“Merry Christmas, love.” you whispered back, heart full and cheeks still warm.

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TOJI SAID HE PLANNED EVERYTHING. And knowing how much you trusted your husband, you do believe him. He hasn’t ever failed you before, after all. Your husband wasn’t going to fail you now either. He said he’s going to make it happen and he will.

The night before Christmas was serene, the kind of quiet that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The only sounds were the faint crackle of the fireplace and the occasional rustle of branches as the tree swayed slightly under the weight of its ornaments.

The vibrant living room glowed softly, bathed in the colorful twinkle of Christmas lights that reflected off the shiny ribbons and bows of some of the presents you had already wrapped and bought for Megumi and each other. All Toji has to do now is add the other ones you bought for Megumi.

You had just finished cleaning up after dinner, your feet padding lightly across the wooden floor as you straighten a few stray decorations. A hum of curiosity pulled you toward the living room, and when you peeked around the corner, you couldn’t hold back a small smile from appearing on your pinkish lips.

There he was— Fushiguro Toji, crouched by the tree, fully dressed in a Santa Claus suit. The red fabric clung to his massively broad frame, the white trim looking comically out of place against his rugged demeanor.

The bright red hat was askew on his head, barely covering his wild, dark hair, and the sight of him muttering multiple times under his breath while adjusting a precariously balanced present was nothing short of endearing.

“Damn this tree’s too small.” Toji grumbled, carefully shoving a particularly large box further under the branches. “How the hell does Santa Claus even do this without knocking everything over? Like, this is just an insane operation for a break in. Mission impossible even!”

You stifled a laugh, leaning against the doorway as you crossed your arms. “You’re really committing to this Santa Claus thing, huh?”

Toji glanced up sharply, his green eyes narrowing at you in mock irritation before softening into a lopsided smirk. You sighed, smiling as he enjoys taking in the sight of you like this. He has never thought he would ever have something as enjoyable as this life. And he always has you to thank for it.

“Caught me, babe.” he said, straightening up and dusting his hands off. “Santa Claus really had to work harder for this. And I gotta commit like he does, babe. I mean, this is harder than it looks, you know.”

You stepped into the room, your gaze sweeping over the scene. “You’re supposed to look jolly, not grumpy, love. Kids don’t want an angry Santa Claus.”

Toji snorted, tugging at the crooked hat and tossing it onto the couch. “You’re lucky I even agreed to wear this, babe.” he said, gesturing at the suit with a faint grimace. “This thing’s itchy as hell. How the hell did people wear this without having to scratch everywhere? Even my crotch feels itchy.”

You rolled your eyes, walking over to adjust one of the presents he’d just placed. “You’re not exactly selling the magic of Christmas, love.”

He leaned against the arm of the couch, his smirk turning sly. “Oh, I don’t know. I think I’m doing pretty good. The kid’s gonna love it in the morning. He’s going to have fun about Santa bringing in lotsssss of cool presents.”

You turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “And what about me? Does Santa Claus have any surprises for me? I mean….I should get gifts too, right?”

Toji’s grin widened as he pushed off the couch and sauntered toward you, his voice dropping to a playful, sensual murmur. “Actually, yeah. Look up, babe.”

Your eyes followed his gaze, landing on the tiny sprig of mistletoe hanging above your heads. You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. You looked at him with so much adoration, you couldn’t help it. He just made you feel giddy every single day.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

He took another step closer, his voice low and teasing. “Maybe. But I’m also a hardworking Santa Claus. And Santa likes to get paid for his trouble. I’m sure this pretty lady in front of him will ease his troubles.”

You rolled your eyes playfully once more, your lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Naughty Santa, aren’t you?” you muttered, leaning up just enough to close the gap between you. “What about Mrs. Claus?”

“Don’t have one.” He smiles down at you, his thumb pressing against your lips. “Would you wanna volunteer to be one, pretty woman?”

You laughed aloud at his words. “Shouldn’t you take me out to dinner first?”

“Well, if you’d let me, then I will.” He grins at you.

“Alright, alright. I’ll let you.”

“Good. Santa’s happy about that.”

“Well, we only want that, don’t we?” You smiled at him.

“Hm, very great for securing your kid a spot on my gift list.”

You giggled at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but I’m your ridiculous, future Mrs. Claus.”

You laughed at his words again, which made him very happy. Your husband Toji happily pressed hands forward and found your waist as he met you halfway, his sly lips brushing against yours in a passionate kiss that was far too warm for such a chilly night.

You pushed deeper, kissing him back, pulling him closer to you. When you finally pulled back to take a breath, his grin was smug as it was shameless, his bright green eyes gleaming with the endless joy that comes with having you as his beloved.

“Best payment I’ve ever gotten. By far.” he murmured, his voice soft but smug.

You laughed, swatting at his chest as you stepped away. “Go finish your job, Santa Claus. There’s still a tree that needs all the presents to set up for the good kid.”

He chuckled, watching you with a lingering smile as you walked away. “Yes, ma’am. But don’t think this is over.” he called after you, his tone full of promise.

“I look forward to it, Santa!”

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OF COURSE YOU’LL NEVER FORGET ABOUT LAST NIGHT. You could still feel your legs sore and your throat full of his pleasurable bites. But that wasn’t important right now, even though, of course it felt really good. Santa was really good with blessings. But that wasn’t the point.

You could feel your cheeks turn redder and your ears more scarlet. You tried to calm yourself down as you continued to clear out stuff in the kitchen. The cookies were more important. You had guests coming over.

Of course, on the other side of the wall, the living room was alive with Megumi’s excited giggles and the joyful chaos of wrapping paper flying in every direction. His precious little voice carried as he marveled at each gift, holding up toys and books like treasures.

You peeked at him from the kitchen, your heart swelling at how happy he was. Your son’s joys were the reason you always worked so hard at the prosecutor’s office. And he was, genuinely, the happiest little boy. And that made everything feel like it paid off.

You were in the middle of arranging cookies on a festive plate when you felt it: a pair of strong arms sliding around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest. The scent of pine and the faintest trace of cologne told you exactly who it was before he even spoke.

“Toji, love.” you started, a hint of exasperation in your voice. “What are you doing?”

“Mmm nothing.” he murmured against your ear, his voice rich and teasing. He grins slowly as he catches a peak of the hickeys from your side, hidden in the cardigan. “Just came to say thank you for, you know... last night.”

Your hands froze, the cookie you were holding slipping onto the counter as heat rushed to your cheeks. You were just trying to forget about it now but the images started to flood your head once more as your husband nibbles against your ear.

“Toji, please.” you hissed, glancing nervously toward the doorway to make sure Megumi was too busy with his presents to overhear. The last thing you need is to traumatize your little son.“Not now.”

But Fushiguro Toji, as always, was undeterred. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips grazing just close enough to your ear to make you shiver. He hums against your skin, bright eyes looking at you with wanton affection.

“What? I’m just saying Santa Claus didn’t just get a kiss under the mistletoe. I mean he enjoyed it really well too—”

You spin your head toward him, your bright eyes wide as you whisper with embarrassment. “Will you stop? Love, our son’s on the other side of the wall and—”

Toji only grinned, his hold on you tightening slightly as he leaned in closer. “Come on, sweetheart. Admit it. Santa Claus always deserves a little something extra for working so hard, don’t you think?”

“You sly fox of a husband.” you hissed, swatting at his arm as your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. “You are impossible. I swear, Toji.”

He let out a low, rumbling laugh, clearly reveling in your flustered state. “You’re cute when you’re all embarrassed like this, babe.” he teased, nuzzling the side of your neck in a way that made your heart skip. “But I wasn’t lying, you know. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Your heart melted at his words, even as you tried to maintain your composure. “You’re lucky it’s Christmas, love.” you muttered, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as a small smile crept onto your face. “Otherwise, it’d be a different story.”

Toji shifted, leaning back just enough to study your beautiful expressions. His bright green eyes were soft, a rare tenderness shining in them that made your breath catch. The air of joy blossoming in his chest ever so fondly when he looks at you more.

“Lucky, huh?” he said, a hint of sincerity beneath the teasing. “Nah. I’m the luckiest guy every day I wake up to you. Every day, every minute, every second. Every day. For forever. I’m the luckiest guy on earth, babe.”

Your face burned hotter, and you turned back to the cookies to hide your expression from him. You could feel your heart making flips and jumps against the wall of your chest. He’s always so good at making you feel this way.

You were really going to be overwhelmed for all your life with how much he always makes you feel the universe with his love and tenderness. You were always going to be falling in love with this man over and over again like this. You sighed, admitting defeat to him.

“You’re ridiculous, love.” you mumbled, but the warmth blossoming in your chest betrayed your words. “Really….”

He couldn’t help but chuckled again, reaching around you to snag a cookie off the plate. You gasp as you try to stop him, but he lifts it up and you pout at him, knowing you can’t reach it. He snickers at you. You turn back and continue putting away the other cookies.

“That’s why you love me, babe.” Toji said, his voice smooth and teasing as he took another bite of the cookie, his smirk practically glowing with satisfaction.

Before you could muster a response, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your temple in a kiss so gentle it made your heart flutter. “Don’t work too hard. Megumi and I are waiting for you, okay? Still got some presents left for us to open.”

You watched him stroll back into the living room, his broad frame relaxed, his laughter already mingling with Megumi’s excited chatter. His voice carried back to you, warm and playful, as he greeted your son again, seamlessly joining him in exploring his new toys.

The sound of Megumi’s giggles and Toji’s deep chuckles filled the house, creating a melody that could warm even the coldest snowy, winter morning. It was what you wanted to wake up to every single day. It was all you could ever want for all of time.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, leaning back against the counter as a soft smile tugged at your lips. It was uncontrollable, this joy, this love that bubbled up in your chest. This was a love that had a place to go and blossom here in this place, in this family. In this life you have.

Ridiculous, you thought with a shake of your head. Toji was ridiculous. But he was also your, the most precious of men who made even the simplest moments unforgettable, who filled your life with laughter, warmth, and love.

And your precious Megumi. Your sweet, bright boy, was the perfect little light who completed the picture. Everything about life made sense when you met Toji and had Megumi together. Life began when you had this. And you knew he would agree with that sentiment.

You looked out at the scene before you, the two of them sprawled on the floor amid wrapping paper and toys, Megumi pointing animatedly at something as Toji nodded with exaggerated seriousness.

It was so small, so ordinary—and yet it was everything. It meant the world to you. No, you shook your head. It meant the universe to you. And you would never trade this for anything in the world.

You felt it all in that moment: gratitude, contentment, and a profound sense of love. How lucky you were, to have this life, this family. This was your everything. And no matter how many lifetimes you could dream of, you knew there would never be anything more beautiful than this.

“Babe, Megumi wants his mommy!” Toji’s voice called from the living room, pulling you from your thoughts.

You chuckled, pushing off the counter and heading toward the sound of your favorite voices. “Coming, love!”

As you stepped into the living room, Megumi beamed up at you, his hands full of his latest toy, while Toji looked over with a smirk that was both mischievous and affectionate. You settled in beside them, feeling their warmth wrap around you like a hug.

Life wasn’t just great to live—it was perfect.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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TOJI'S TAKING ALL THE OPPORTUNITIES HE CAN GET. But if you were being honest, so were you. Last night wasn't enough for you to get your fill. When your husband is someone like Toji, how could you?

The house was quiet now, save for the faint hum of the heater and the occasional creak of the floorboards as the winter wind pressed against the walls.

Megumi had been tucked into bed after a long, laughter-filled Christmas dinner, his tiny snores signaling that he was sound asleep. The evening had been perfect—filled with warmth, love, and memories you’d cherish forever.

Now, it was just the two of you.

Toji leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom, watching as you pulled off the festive sweater you'd worn all day. His gaze was heavy, but not with exhaustion—it was something else, something that made your skin tingle.

"You finally sitting still for once?" he teased, his voice low, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin that followed. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I was waiting for you to catch up."

That was all the invitation he needed. Toji crossed the room in a few long strides, his arms circling your waist as he pulled you close. His lips found yours almost immediately, hungry, but unhurried. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, and for once, it felt like you did.

Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging lightly as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed, tracing the curve of your waist, the small of your back, and eventually settling at your hips, holding you firmly against him. The heat between you both grew, sparking like the fire you’d left burning in the living room.

"I’ve been waiting all day for this, babe." he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and filled with need.

"Me too." you admitted, your breath hitching as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that made your knees weak.

The world outside didn’t matter anymore. Not the snow piling up on the windowsill, not the mess of dishes waiting in the kitchen, and certainly not the clock ticking down the last hours of Christmas Day. All that mattered was the way Toji made you feel. You always feel so seen, loved, desired when it comes to your beloved husband.

He guided you toward the bed, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring every second. The night was yours, a stolen moment of intimacy in the chaos of life.

And as his lips found yours again, you knew this was the best gift you could have asked for—time together, just the two of you, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s arms.

Toji’s arm slid right back around your neck, firm yet careful, pulling you closer as his lips claimed yours once more. The way he touched you sent shivers cascading down your spine, every sensation heightened by the quiet intimacy of the moment.

His grip was confident, possessive, and it made your pulse quicken as pleasure rippled through you like a rising tide. Each kiss, each graze of his hands against your skin, ignited something deep within you, leaving no room for anything else but the heat building between you.

He knew exactly how to unravel you, how to make you melt under his touch, and he didn’t hold back. He never holds back. Not when it was you he has to make love to. Making love to you was his church. It was his patronage. It was his repentance, it was his atonement. It was his salvation. His love for you was his salvation.

“Toji…” Your voice was barely a whisper, a mixture of breathlessness and yearning.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and intense, filled with something raw and unspoken. His thumb brushed gently along your jawline as his other arm stayed firmly around your neck, keeping you grounded in the moment.

“You doin' so good, babe.” he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

The way he looked at you, the way he held you. Everything about it was overwhelming in the best way. Your body responded instinctively, arching into him as the pleasure coursed through every nerve, building higher with each kiss, each touch, each whispered word.

Time seemed to blur as he continued, his movements unhurried but deliberate, as though savoring every moment with you. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. This was all there was right now, just the two of you, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of each other.

Toji’s lips trailed down to your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you shiver. He knew exactly where to kiss, where to linger, drawing soft gasps from you as his hand caressed your side, sliding over the curves he loved to touch.

The pressure of his arm around your neck wasn’t rough, but good enough to make you feel the tension of his touch against your flesh. Everything about his touch, it was deliberate, possessive, reminding you that he wanted every inch of you, body and soul.

Your hands roamed over his shoulders, pulling him closer, urging him to keep going. The sensations rolled through you like waves, each one stronger than the last, your body responding to his every move. You could feel the heat of him against you, the tension between you building with every touch, every kiss.

“Toji…” you murmured again, your voice trembling with need.

“Hmm?” He didn’t stop, his lips finding that spot just below your ear that made your breath hitch. “Say it again, babe.” he whispered, his tone dark and teasing, sending a fresh jolt of desire through you.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging gently, and the low chuckle that escaped his lips vibrated against your skin, sending shivers cascading down your spine. The sound was rich, deep, and filled with promise, igniting a fire inside you that grew with every passing second.

His lips trailed along your jawline, slow and deliberate, before finding the sensitive curve of your neck. He lingered there, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch.

Your body press instinctively closer to him. The warmth of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth against your skin, left you trembling, a quiet gasp spilling from your lips.

His hand slid lower, the roughness of his palm contrasting deliciously against your soft skin. His touch was teasing at first, featherlight, exploring, testing your limits.

But then it grew bolder, more certain, as he found the places that made you quiver beneath him. Every brush of his fingertips sent sparks shooting through your body, the intensity of it building with each moment.

You arched into him, desperate for more, the ache between you growing unbearable. A soft moan escaped you, unbidden but unstoppable, and the sound seemed to ignite something in him.

He let out another low, satisfied laugh, his breath hot against your neck as he murmured, “You sound so good, baby. Don’t stop.”

The pleasure rolled through you like a tidal wave, crashing over every part of you until all you could feel was him. It was all his touch, his heat, his weight against you.

The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you locked in this intimate dance, your bodies moving together in perfect, unspoken harmony.

Your skin grew slick with sweat, the heat between you almost unbearable but so, so good. Every movement, every touch, every kiss only pulled you deeper into him, the connection between you electric and all-consuming.

“Toji…” you whispered, your voice trembling with need, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

He lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes smoldering with desire as he leaned in close.

“I’ve got you, babe. I got you.” he murmured, his voice rough and filled with raw emotion.

And with those words, he claimed your lips again, pouring every ounce of his passion into the kiss. His hand tangled in your hair, his other still exploring, holding you firmly against him as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

Toji’s breath hitched as he stilled, buried deep inside you, his forehead pressed to yours. The heat of your body wrapped tightly around him, the soft, rhythmic flutter of your walls making him groan low in his throat.

It was almost too much for you, how big he was, how whole you feel when he fit you to the hilt. Everything about it the way you felt, the way your body seemed to pulse and cling to him, drawing him deeper into the moment. It all just felt too good.

His hands gripped your hips firmly, anchoring himself, trying to hold onto the frayed edges of his control. A thought flickered in his mind, unbidden and primal: Can I even last long with this?

The idea sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through him, his jaw clenching as he tried to steady his breathing. He didn’t need to move—didn’t need to thrust or grind or do anything but stay right where he was, utterly consumed by the way you felt around him.

The subtle contractions of your body, the way you tightened around him and the way he fluttered tightly against your walls, that was all enough to drive him mad. You were still as you were before, you were paradise in every sense of the word.

“Toji…love....oh—” you whispered, your voice a mix of need and wonder, your nails dragging lightly down his back. The sound of his name on your lips only made it harder for him to hold back.

“Shit, babe.” he murmured, his voice rough and strained. “You’re gonna kill me like this.”

He pressed his forehead harder against yours, his breath coming in uneven gasps as he tried to wrestle with the overwhelming pleasure. Your moans can only grow as he pushed in and out in a more passionate speed.

“I swear… I could come just like this, babe.” he admitted, his voice low and ragged. “The way you’re squeezing me so good, babe… you feel so damn good.”

The confession sent a shiver through you, your body responding instinctively, and he groaned again, his fingers digging into your hips as if to ground himself. He wanted to move, to chase that inevitable high.

But at the same time, he didn’t want to lose the sheer intensity of the moment—didn’t want to lose the way it felt to just be inside you, connected in every way. He still needed to last a little bit more, he wanted this moment to last.

He leaned in, his lips brushing yours as he murmured, “You’re perfect. You know that?” His voice was raw, filled with both reverence and desperation.

And as he stayed there, lost in the heat and intimacy, he wondered if he could ever get enough of this—of you. Every sensation was heightened, every second stretching into eternity, until nothing else existed but him.

The overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. In his arms, you felt completely unraveled, utterly cherished, and entirely his. The world outside faded completely—just the two of you, tangled together in the quiet intimacy of your shared space.

Toji’s movements grew more deliberate, his bruised lips finding your own again as he deepened the kiss, his arm around your neck keeping you anchored to him. His tongue wrestling against yours as he tried to thrust deeper inside your mouth, earning a groan from your throat.

The way he held you, the way he touched you—it wasn’t just desire; it was love, raw and unfiltered, pouring into every moment.

Your body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure he brought you, and you clung to him, lost in the heat of the moment. Toji pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath, his voice low and husky when he finally spoke.

“You’re mine, babe.” he whispered, the words heavy with emotion and promise.

His calloused hand brushing your cheek as his eyes met yours. And in that moment, you knew there was no place you’d rather be than here, with him, wrapped up in the intensity of his love.

"Always." You whispered back to him.

He felt satisfied with that as he pushed deeper into you.

You couldn't speak words anymore by the end of that.

The world was cold from the snowing echoes, but you were warm.

Warm in the pleasure of the husband you loved the most.

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epilogue

The room was still bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, your breathing finally steady after what had been a Christmas evening full of all sorts of intimacy and bright warm laughter.

Fushiguro Toji, ever the opportunist, propped himself up on one elbow, the smirk on his face practically devilish as his fingers began tracing patterns on your bare shoulder.

“You know, babe.” he started, his voice low and teasing, “I’m thinking Santa deserves a little overtime bonus for all his hard work tonight.”

You turned your head, arching a brow as you caught the glint in his eye. “Overtime? Didn’t we just finish the main shift? Both last night and tonight?”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of energy left, babe.” he murmured, leaning in to nip playfully at your ear. “The question is… do you?”

You opened your mouth to reply, maybe to tease him back, but the sound of soft footsteps in the hallway made you both freeze. Your eyes darted toward the door, which creaked open just enough to reveal a mop of messy black hair and the outline of a sleepy little boy clutching his favorite stuffed animal.

“Mom? Dad?” Megumi’s voice was tiny, wobbling just enough to tug at your heartstrings. “I had a nightmare…”

Toji let out a low groan, his head dropping onto your shoulder as he muttered, “Of course you did, kid. Of course you did.”

“Shush!” you hissed, elbowing him lightly before sitting up and pulling the blanket around yourself. “Come here, sweetheart.” you said softly, patting the edge of the bed.

Megumi shuffled in, his little feet barely making a sound as he climbed up onto the bed and wriggled his way into the space between you and Toji. He immediately buried his face against your side, his stuffed animal squished between the two of you.

“What happened, bud?” you asked, stroking his charcoal hair gently.

“There was a big, scary monster…” Megumi mumbled, his voice muffled against your side. “It chased me, and it almost got me.”

You looked at your husband who sighed back at you. Toji pushed himself up onto one elbow, running a hand through his disheveled hair, looking towards his little son.

“A monster, huh?” he asked, his tone light but laced with mock seriousness. “Did it look like a giant turkey? ‘Cause I told you eating all that stuffing was a risky move.”

Megumi pulled his face away just long enough to glare at his dad, his little brow furrowed in unimpressed indignation. “No, Dad.” he said with a hint of exasperation. “It wasn’t a turkey. It was scary!”

“Scarier than me?” Toji teased, flexing his arm dramatically as if that would somehow settle the matter.

You shot him a look, biting back a laugh. “Toji, love. Please.” you warned softly, shaking your head.

“Okay, okay.” Toji relented, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Megumi’s hair. “Listen, kid, no monsters are getting past me. You know that, right? They take one look at your old man and run for the hills.”

Megumi’s little body relaxed against you, his small hand clutching tightly at your shirt. “Promise?” he whispered.

Toji ruffled his hair. “Promise. Now get some sleep. You’ve got another day of playing with all those presents tomorrow, and I don’t want to hear any complaints about being too tired.”

Megumi let out a sleepy little hum of agreement, his breathing evening out as he drifted off within minutes. Toji flopped back onto his pillow with a long sigh, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

“So, what do you think? Nightmare slayer and round-two initiator all in one night? I’m a man of many talents.”

You smirked, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’re also a man with a very tired wife and a son snoring between us. Maybe tomorrow, Toji.”

Toji groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face. “Tomorrow? I’m not getting any younger over here.”

You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh as you settled back down, pulling the blanket up over the three of you. “Goodnight, Santa.” you teased, nudging him lightly.

Toji huffed but couldn’t suppress the faint smile tugging at his lips as he turned to wrap an arm protectively over both you and Megumi. He looked at you both warmly.

“Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas to me." he muttered, his voice soft and warm. And despite his earlier grumbling, you could feel the contentment radiating from him.

For Fushiguro Toji, there was no better gift than this—his family, safe and sound, wrapped in the warmth of a love he’d never stop cherishing. Life was great.

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"I only see daylight"

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: What is waiting for you after life ends? Joel woke up to a life he had spent missing this whole time. You are there, Sarah is there, and a baby too. w.c: 1,7k (tiny baby) warnings: mentions of blood, crying, and mentions of an afterlife. I don't know if you believe in that but I like to think about it.

a/n: I don't know if you could consider this a fix-it fic, but I hope you do because I love this little idea I had the other day. I know it's short, but I have requests to work in and more "Blind faith" chapters to work in. Happy reading. Please remember to reblog and comment. I appreciate them very much.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

“Joel…Can I ask you something?” Ellie asked, clearing her throat.

He kept his eyes on the road ahead of them but gave a small nod. “Shoot.”

“Did you… I mean, before all this. Did you ever… you know. Love someone? Like, for real?”

Joel’s grip on his backpack tightened. For a moment, he wasn’t walking on that road anymore. He was somewhere else. Back when he was younger, with his baby girl in his arms and a woman’s laugh in his ears.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, I did.”

Ellie looked over at him, surprised by the weight in his voice.

“Who was she?”

He hesitated, then let out a breath. “Her name was… well, she came into my life the day Sarah was born. Her mother… she didn’t stick around. But she did. God, she did. Never asked for anything. Just… showed up with a smile and a cup of hospital coffee. Held Sarah like she was her own. She was her mother and she was my wife.”

Joel smiled faintly, a ghost of a smile. “We were together for years. Raised Sarah, built a life in Austin. Didn’t even get around to getting’ married. World ended a month before that.”

Ellie was quiet, watching him. “What happened to her?”

Joel’s eyes clouded. “The outbreak happened.”

He didn’t say more. He didn’t have to.

He still couldn’t say out loud how you died on his arms two days after Sarah.

How the smell of fresh coffee that filled the kitchen at home became the smell of blood sticking on his hands while he tried to keep you alive.

The snow fell fiercely outside the lodge. Joel’s breath ragged and shallow.

He couldn’t take the pain anymore. He couldn’t survive another punch against his face. He was dying.

He could barely see Ellie, screaming some feet away from him. Pleading.

“Joel, please get up.” “Joel, please” she choked.

Oh, his baby girl. He wanted to swallow all the pain, but his broken bones and body could barely bear the pain.

One push, one try. But something sharp on his neck stole his lasts breaths away.

His vision blurred. The world dimmed. In those mere last moments, last seconds. He saw them.

Ellie crawling to him.

But he also saw you. Beautiful as ever, eyes wet, reaching for him.

And Sarah just as she was that night in Austin, her smile breaking his heart.

Joel tried to speak, but no words came.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Then, nothing.

All went black.

For a moment, or perhaps forever, there was nothing. No pain. No cold. No Ellie’s voice calling his name. Just silence.

The soft chirping of morning birds. The faint hum of a ceiling fan. And the distant smell of fresh coffee.

Joel’s eyes fluttered open.

His breathing was steady, his body didn’t hurt. No blood. No searing pain in his ribs. No snow or cracked lodge ceiling above him.

Instead, a familiar ceiling fan turned lazily overhead, and pale morning light streamed through the curtains of his room.

At home, in Austin.

He sat up abruptly, a cold sweat clinging to his skin.

The bed side next to him was made, your side, neatly tucked like you always did. A glass of water sat untouched on your nightstand. The clock on the wall read 7:14 AM. The same perfume he had never got to forget lingered on your pillow, soft and warm, and so goddamn real Joel felt his chest tighten.

His hand shot up to his face, searching for cuts, bruises, something. But there was nothing. His hair was damp with sweat, but his fingers came away clean.

He swallowed hard, heart thudding in his ears.

What the hell was this?

Joel swung his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet pressing against cool wooden floors. He could hear movement in the kitchen, the gentle clink of a spoon against a mug, the scrape of a chair.

His throat closed up.

It was you, your laugh echoing through the house.

Soft. Carefree. Real.

And for a moment, he was terrified to move, terrified that if he stood and crossed that room, it would disappear, like every other goddamn thing in his life had.

But the pull was too strong.

Joel pushed open the bedroom door.

The house was just as he remembered it. The old photographs lining the hallway. Sarah’s soccer trophies. The faded denim jacket slung over the back of a chair. Everything untouched by fire, or blood, or the passage of time.

And then, there you were.

Standing in the kitchen, back to him, pouring coffee into two mugs. One of them, his old favorite. The one with the chipped rim he had broken up.

You turned as if you felt his eyes on you.

That same smile. That same light in your eyes.

“Morning, stranger,” you teased, unaware of the storm brewing in his chest.

Joel couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled you into him, arms wrapping around your waist so tight it made you laugh, the mug nearly slipping from your hand.

“Whoa! Easy, cowboy,” you chuckled against his shoulder. “Bad dream?”

His hand cradled the back of your head, burying his face in your hair, drinking in your scent, the warmth of your body.

“I… I don’t know,” he rasped, voice thick.

“Hey,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him. “I’ve been right here, Joel. I’m not going anywhere.”

And when you kissed him , soft, steady, grounding, it felt like everything broken inside him finally came home.

He kept his forehead pressed to yours for a beat longer, eyes shut, breathing you in like a man starved. But then, something shifted. His hand, still resting against your waist, slid down, and froze.

A gentle curve. A fullness where there hadn’t been one before.

Joel’s brow furrowed, his eyes snapping open. He pulled back just enough to look down, and there it was.

Your belly, round and swollen beneath the soft fabric of your, his worn t-shirt. His mouth parted, but no sound came out.

You followed his gaze, a smile tugging at your lips. “Hey,” you murmured, resting your hand over his. “Don’t look so spooked.”

Joel swallowed hard, eyes flicking from your face to your stomach, then back again. His heart thundered in his chest, a thousand questions fighting for room.

And then you said it, soft and calm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Ellie is right inside here.”

Joel’s breath caught.

That name.

Ellie.

The word carved through him like a lightning strike. His mind, already fragile, started to crack along the seams. He stared at you, at the tender way your hand cradled your belly, at the glow in your eyes, like this had always been your life.

“Ellie?” he croaked, his voice barely a whisper.

You smiled, brushing a thumb along his jaw. “Yeah?” you nodded, looking a bit worry because of his state. “Remember doctor says she’s stubborn already.” You chuckled, your eyes shimmering with a mix of joy and mischief. “Wonder where she gets that from.”

Joel staggered back a half-step, running a trembling hand through his hair. The room spun. A wave of warmth and memory and heartbreak crashing into him all at once.

He remembered Ellie. How couldn’t he? He remembered snow and blood and a lodge floor.

But here, here she wasn’t a girl with a mouthful of trouble. She was…

His and yours.

For real.

A future that had never existed. A life stolen from him, given back in pieces.

Joel’s vision blurred. His knees buckled slightly, and you caught his arm.

“Joel,” you whispered, concern flashing across your face. “Hey — hey, it’s okay. Breathe, baby. You’re alright. We’re alright.”

He clung to you like a man drowning.

Joel clung to you like a man drowning, his face buried in the curve of your neck, your hand stroking the back of his head, steady and familiar. You felt his breath hitch, the tremble in his arms. Whatever nightmare had clawed at him, it was still lingering in his bones.

Then, he heard the footsteps.

Light, quick steps padding down the hallway. The soft creak of the floorboard outside the room.

“Dad?” a young voice called.

Joel stiffened. His head jerked up.

And there she was.

Sarah.

Alive. Whole.

Framed by the doorway in her faded hoodie and denim shorts, backpack slung over one shoulder, a little messy ponytail, like she always rushed through it in the mornings.

“Dad, Mom — it’s getting late for school,” she groaned, rolling her eyes like any other teenager. “I already saw uncle Tommy waiting out front, and if I have to listen to him sing along to the radio one more time, I swear I’ll jump outta the truck.”

Joel’s breath punched out of him like he’d been hit. His lips trembled.

“Baby girl…” he rasped.

Sarah blinked, confused. “You okay, Dad? You look kinda… weird.”

You smiled gently, your heart cracking a little at Joel’s expression, and stepped toward Sarah, brushing a hand down her arm. “Hey, sweetheart — give your dad a second, okay? He’s just… he had a rough night.”

Sarah sighed, the way only a 12-year-old could. “Ugh, bad dreams again? Should’ve told him not to eat chili dogs that late.”

Joel let out a strangled laugh, a sound halfway between a sob and a chuckle.

You leaned in, pressing a kiss to Sarah’s temple. “Uncle Tommy’s taking you today. Go grab your stuff, and I’ll be out in a sec.”

Sarah groaned but turned, heading back toward the hall. “Tell him I call dibs on the front seat!” she shouted over her shoulder.

The moment she disappeared around the corner, Joel collapsed back to your arms, his hand dragging down your skin.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered.

“You’re safe, Joel. You’re home.” You promised as you caressed his neck with your fingertips

His eyes, wet and wide, met yours. “Is this… is this real?” His voice cracked like it was too fragile to ask. “You. Sarah. Baby Ellie. Is this…?”

You leaned, pressing your forehead to his.

“It’s real,” you promised softly. “It’s ours.”

And for the first time in years, in decades, Joel Miller cried.

He didn’t know what he had done to deserve to see this light again.

But whoever had mercy on him. Gave him the chance to live a second life in daylight.

With you, Sarah, and a baby, Ellie.

#fic: I only see daylight #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller imagine #joel x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller angst #pedro pascal

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goonforgeto · 11 days ago

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part 1 | m. list

“Do I look beautiful, Mama?” your four-year-old asks, her tiny hands squishing her cheeks together as she stares into the mirror.

You smooth the final braid into place and press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Beautiful, baby. Always.”

“Like a princess?” she asks, tilting her head.

You smile. “The most beautiful princess there ever was.”

“Can I have sparkles on my cheeks too?” she asks, tugging on your dress. “Like the ones in your makeup drawer?”

You laugh, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “Only if the birthday girl promises not to get any cake on her dress.”

She nods solemnly, as if accepting the terms of a royal treaty.

You stand, carrying her with ease to your bedroom vanity, the morning light slanting across the soft pink walls, and as you dab a shimmer of glitter onto her cheeks, her expression turns serious again.

“Mama,” she whispers, “thank you for making me borned.”

Your throat tightens. “Oh baby,” you say, hugging her close, “thank you for choosing me.”

The makeup brush glides smoothly across her skin, dusting her nose and cheeks in a rose-gold highlighter.

She leans back in your arms just enough to look up at you, sparkles catching in her lashes. Her voice is quieter now, a little uncertain.

“Mama,” she asks, “when will Daddy get here?”

The question lands softly, but it still manages to press against the part of your chest you’ve tried so hard to pad with patience.

You keep your smile, gentle and steady. “He said he’ll be here soon, baby,” you say. “He wouldn’t miss your birthday.”

She nods, thoughtful, the way kids sometimes are in ways that are far too grown.

“Will he bring the bear I showed him?” she asks. “The one with the bow?”

“I don’t know,” you say honestly. “But even if he forgets, you’ve got a whole mountain of presents to open.”

Her eyes brighten again, the worry slipping away like clouds after rain. “And cake!” she cheers.

You laugh. “And cake.”

And before you can say anything else, she’s off—bare feet padding against the floor, her voice echoing ahead of her as she calls for balloons and music and her favorite pink cup.

You stay there for just a second longer, breathing her in, letting yourself feel everything all at once.

Then you rise, smoothing your dress, and follow your daughter into the party she’s been waiting for all year.

The timing is almost eerie—just as your foot hits the last step, the doorbell rings, and your daughter is already halfway to the door, bouncing with excitement.

“Daddy’s here! Daddy’s here!”

She’s practically climbing the doorframe, tiny hands straining to grip the heavy brass handle.

“Wait, baby—let me get it,” you say, smoothing your dress as you reach the foyer and pull open the door.

Standing on your porch, in all his six-foot-something glory, is Satoru. White hair a little tousled, still in his uniform from work, sunglasses perched carelessly in the collar of his shirt. He’s juggling two gift bags in one hand, a giant stuffed bear in the other, and a bouquet of roses tucked under his arm like an afterthought.

“Hey, princess,” he greets, crouching instantly as he sets down the bags, arms wide.

“Daddy!” she squeals, launching into his chest.

He scoops her up effortlessly, pressing a loud kiss to her cheek, like he’s been waiting all week to hold her.

“I missed you more,” he says, voice softening in a way it never does with anyone else. “You get taller every time I see you. What are you, fifteen now?”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Nooo! I'm four, Daddy!”

“Four going on twenty,” he teases, before gently setting her down. She immediately starts inspecting the bear he brought, eyes wide with excitement.

Your arms stay crossed over your chest as you watch him collect the bags he dropped, trying not to show the way your brow ticks at the bouquet still clutched under his arm.

“Roses?” you ask, flatly.

He stands to full height, brushing a hand over the back of his neck. “They’re for you,” he says, offering them with that sheepish smile that used to get him out of trouble more times than you’d like to admit. “It’s tradition, remember?”

You hesitate, but your daughter’s already tugging at your sleeve.

“Mama, look! Mr. Bear has a bow tie!”

You take the flowers wordlessly and step aside to let them both in. “Dinner’s almost ready,” you mutter, disappearing into the kitchen.

Behind you, you hear Satoru whisper dramatically to your daughter, “Think she’s still mad at me?”

She giggles again. “She’s always mad at you, daddy.”

You serve dinner the way you always do when Satoru’s around—like muscle memory. You move around the kitchen easily, placing bowls and dishes down while your daughter sets out mismatched napkins with quiet focus, her tongue peeking out in concentration.

Satoru slides into the chair across from her, still grinning as he snags a piece of bread. “Don’t mind me, chef. I’m just the help.”

“More like the distraction,” you mutter, pouring water into three glasses.

Your daughter clambers onto her seat, bouncing a little as she stabs at her carrots with her fork. “Mama made the noodles again, Daddy! Your favorite.”

Satoru winks at her. “Of course she did. Your mama always takes care of me.”

You shoot him a look. “Don’t push it.”

Dinner is mostly peaceful. You trade stories about school, about work, about how she’s decided she’s going to be a veterinarian and a ballerina and a ninja, all at once. Satoru listens like it’s the most important declaration in the world, nodding solemnly and gasping at all the right parts.

And then she says it.

“But when I’m older I will be super nice, like mommy and the lady who was at Daddy’s house last time.”

The fork in your hand stills against your plate.

Satoru blinks. “What?”

“The lady who was in your kitchen,” she says helpfully. “With the red lipstick. She called me sweetheart.”

You don’t look at him… You don’t have to. The air shifts in the room. He clears his throat.

“She’s just a friend, baby. She was visiting. Nothing special.”

“Oh,” your daughter says, chewing thoughtfully. “Okay.”

You still don’t look at him.

The rest of dinner is eaten in silence, the clinking of utensils far too loud. You stack your plates before you speak again.

“You can put her to bed,” you say quietly, gathering up the dishes. “She brushed her teeth after her snack earlier.”

He nods slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Your daughter grabs his hand instantly, already bouncing. “Will you read the pirate book again? And do the funny voice?”

“Only if you promise to sleep with the light off tonight,” he says, squeezing her hand.

She giggles. “Okay, Daddy.”

You watch them go, his tall frame ducking slightly under the hallway arch, her tiny fingers swinging his hand like she’s never doubted he’d be there.

You turn back to the kitchen.

And exhale.

You need the clatter of dishes to drown out the ache building in your chest.

The faucet’s still running when you hear his footsteps coming down the stairs. You don’t turn around right away, not until the last dish is drying on the rack and you’ve wiped your hands on a towel twice more than necessary.

“She’s asleep,” Satoru says quietly from behind you.

You nod, still facing the sink. “Thanks.”

There’s a pause. The kind that says he’s working up to something. And you’re not sure if you want to hear it.

“She asked about the woman because she’s curious,” he says. “Kids notice things. That’s all.”

You finally turn, towel still clutched in your hand. “I know what she said, Satoru. I was there.”

He exhales, tilting his head slightly, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants. “So what is this? You’re mad because I had someone over? We’re not—”

“I’m not mad,” you snap, sharper than you mean to. “I just… I don’t parade strangers around her. That’s the difference.”

His jaw tenses. “She wasn’t a stranger.”

“Okay,” you nod tightly. “Then what was she?”

He doesn’t answer. Just shifts his weight like he’s trying to find steady ground in a place that suddenly feels too small.

“She’s four, Satoru. She doesn’t understand complicated things. She sees someone at your house and thinks they’re staying. And when they don’t show up again, she wonders if she did something wrong.”

“She didn’t.”

“I know that,” you say. “But she doesn’t.”

You both fall quiet. The room buzzes faintly with the hum of the fridge, the ticking of the old wall clock.

“She misses you all the time,” you add, softer now. “Don’t make her feel like she has to compete with someone for your attention.”

He nods slowly, eyes cast downward. “You’re right.”

You almost want to tell him that’s not what you were looking for—but maybe it is. Maybe you just needed to know he’s still listening.

After a long silence, he looks up.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” he says. “Or you.”

You shake your head. “I’m not the one who needs an apology.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “Still.”

You nod again, quieter this time.

“Just… be more careful,” you say. “That’s all I ask.”

His voice is barely a whisper now. “I will be.”

You grab a towel from the counter and hang it carefully on the oven handle, smoothing the fabric more than necessary just to keep your hands busy.

“She’s not anything to me, by the way,” Satoru says from behind you, voice low.

You don’t turn around. “I don’t need an explanation.”

“She’s a new teacher at the school,” he continues anyway, the words tumbling out with a kind of quiet urgency, “and I gave her a ride home after a faculty meeting. That’s it. She stayed for a bit because—well, honestly, because I’m bad at saying no.”

You let out a short breath, not quite a laugh. “That much hasn’t changed.”

“She asked if she could see the house, and I didn’t think— I didn’t know our daughter would even mention it.”

You finally glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes. “She likes being included in your life. Can you blame her for thinking she was?”

He runs a hand through his hair, that telltale sign of guilt eating at him. “No. I can’t.”

The silence stretches between you again.

“I miss you,” he says, his words interrupting the space between you.

You freeze for just a second, the fork in your hand hovering above the dish rack.

You glance over at him. He’s not looking at you—his hands are still in his pockets—but his jaw is tight, his shoulders set in that familiar way you’ve seen a hundred times before, like he’s bracing for impact.

You set the fork down carefully. “You don’t get to say that.”

He stills. “Why not?”

“Because it’s easy to miss me now,” you say, voice low. “When I’ve cooked you dinner and she’s asleep upstairs, and the house feels like something it used to be. But where were you when it mattered? When I was alone in it?”

He turns to face you then. “I was stupid,” he admits. “I thought giving you space was the right thing. I thought… if I gave you room to breathe, maybe we’d both figure things out.”

You lean back against the counter, crossing your arms. “I didn’t need space, Satoru. I needed you.”

He exhales, eyes flicking down for a beat. “I know. I get that now.”

You’re quiet for a long moment. The kitchen feels too still.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you whisper.

“Just tell me if it’s too late,” he says, stepping forward slightly. “If I’ve already lost the chance to try again.”

You hesitate, your heart a little louder in your chest than it should be. You don’t answer.

His hand drops back to his side, fingers curling into his palm.

“I don’t know,” you say again, voice quieter this time, but not any softer. “I don’t know what you expect. I’ve spent so long trying to be okay without you that I don’t even remember what it felt like when we were good.”

He runs a hand through his hair, stepping back just enough to give you space. “I’m not asking you to pretend nothing happened. I know I screwed up—hell, I know I’ve probably made it impossible for you to trust me again.”

“Satoru…” you start, but the rest of it gets stuck in your throat. You’re too tired to yell. Too tired to cry. Just tired.

“I just miss being us,” he says. “Even if it’s just for dinner and bath time and her bedtime stories. I miss being in a house where your mug is next to mine in the cabinet and my bedsheets and my clothes smell like you.”

You close your eyes. It’s not fair, how easily he can make you remember. Not just the good—no, it’s never that simple—but the weight of it. The ache of what it could’ve been if he’d just shown up when it counted.

“I’m not asking to get married again,” he adds. “Just… whatever you have left.”

That’s what breaks you, maybe.

You open your eyes, meeting his. “You should go.”

His mouth parts, just slightly. But he doesn’t argue. Doesn’t fight.

He nods once, jaw tight, and then turns to grab his coat off the hook by the door.

“Can I see her tomorrow?” he asks, pausing in the doorway.

You nod. “Yeah, pick her up from preschool.”

He doesn’t say goodbye.

And you stand there alone in the kitchen, hands trembling slightly against the edge of the counter, wondering if he really meant what he said.

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cupcakefactory · 1 month ago

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A plane fact to remember.

Summary: It started when he gave you a random plane fact, and ended with you a shivering mess in his arms as he bullied your cunt. Calebs random facts had always been a part of your life, but now, it was different.

Pairing: Plane Nerd Caleb x Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, Mean caleb, a little dumbification, Improper use of evol, orgasm control, edging, cockwarming, light sub/dom vibes, writer doesn't know fuck all about planes so google is my co-writer, fem nicknames, use of pipsqueak

Calebs' Adjutant: @hiqhkey, @mikasaredscarf1 (tag list signup is at the end <3)

N/A: I just discovered this made it onto twitter so hello everyone from there!! Welcome to my small corner of the internet 🥹🩷

It had started innocently enough, leaning on the counter of Caleb's home in Skyhaven. He was making lemonade, chatting easily about your recent missions and his flights – you’d mentioned in passing that he never seemed to complain about turbulence, something that recently had made you nauseous on your long-haul flight. He’d raised an eyebrow at that

“Well, yeah, pips, it's easier to avoid it in a military or private jet. We don’t gotta follow the flight paths and can fly higher to avoid it. It ain’t much of an issue at 40,000ft.”

He laughed, but your eyes widened. It had been years since Caleb had spoken of his interests, his love for planes, and the weird facts he would spurt out. You still remember the first time he had told you planes could easily run on one engine – how that fact made your tiny mind explode. How could something as big as a plane still fly safely with only one engine?!

You missed it, and so, you told him that.

What you didn’t expect was to end up in his lap, his cock pushed between your pussys lips as he made you sit there. You weren’t allowed to move; you knew better than that - no matter how much friction you craved, you just had to take it. His cock felt amazing, it pushed against every nerve in the perfect way, as if just like its owner it knew all the best ways to pleasure you. His nails ran up and down your sides, head tilting with a teasing smirk.

“So plane facts then, let's make this fun, sweetheart. Your gonna sit here, all pretty on my cock and memorise everything I tell you.. if you get my questions right at the end.. ill let you cum. Okay?”

You nodded eagerly, not really thinking about what he was saying – it didn’t matter when he was inside you and not moving. Your mind was already fraying at the edges with pure need, a pure desire to feel him move, and if nodding would make that happen quicker than so be it. You only realised you may have fucked up when he leant back against the couch cushions, hands on your hips.

“Let's see.. Oh, I know. A commercial jet cruises at around 575 miles per hour – that's 75% the speed of light, pips!-“

He spoke quickly, hands slipping off your hips and flying around in the air as he spoke, making movements like a plane moving quickly. The way his eyes lit up and the smile that tugged on his lips were enough to distract you from your need for a moment.

“- it could cross the Atlantic Ocean in about 7 hours! That’s why I can get to Linkon and back so quickly.”

Always the tease, he knew what to say to fluster you and make you smile. He had made a habit of visiting you randomly, and now you knew why; it’s just because he could quickly. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice his hands moving again until they cupped your breasts, tugging on a nipple gently and making you gasp.

“Earth to pipsqueak, I haven’t finished yet. Keep listening.”

A quick nod and he was off again, yet this time, the glint in his eyes seemed more evil than playful.

“Let me tell you about the cockpit then.. You know, we don’t start planes with key fobs like you do cars. We gotta use the ignition control – basically a series of switches. They have 5 positions on them..”

His hands landed on your hips as he smirked

“First is off, like this, yeah?”

You felt him tug you left, dick finally moving – a sharp moan breaking free from your throat at the feeling.

“Then we have left.. and let's not forget right”

You were tugged right before you could recover, mouth falling open in another moan as he laughed cruelly.

“Both..”

He shifted you left and right quickly, pressing against every nerve perfectly. Your clit rubbed against him, leaving a sticky mess in its wake. Neither of you cared enough to stop, he kept shifting you until he spoke again

“and finally start.”

You felt the familiar tingling of his Evol, eyes widening as he lifted you up and down against his length. Sat back against the pillows with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face – you looked blissed out, too far gone from finally getting the stimulation you craved to hear him finish his facts. You whined when his Evol pulled you down sharply again – holding you in place.

“Okay then.. time for Caleb's quiz, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened as he asked his questions, the first few you got right and he rewarded you. A finger on your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good but, just wasn’t enough, he was playing your body like a fiddle. Make you desperate for him and only him.

It was only when you started to mess up that things became.. mean.

“Nuhu, naughty pipsqueak. The temperature drops to negative fifty degrees Celsius not 30. Remember, it’s because the engine compresses air more effectively, burning less fuel.”

His fingers stopped moving as he spoke, eyes hardening. You felt tears threaten to spill as he stopped, the friction you so desperately needed gone – you had been so close. Your orgasm was just a little push away, and now it was torn from your grasp.

“Aww, sweet girl, no, don’t cry. I should have known Pipsqueak can’t answer my questions... always disappointing me.. What should I do about that?”

He changed positions, so you were against the couch, hips moving slowly as he pretended to think. The friction was nice, but not nearly enough, and he knew that. Knew you weren’t getting what you desperately needed, he kept this up for what felt like hours-

“I’ve got it, your gonna take my cock like a good girl and not cum until I say. That’s your punishment, now be good, don’t disappoint me again.”

You heard that warning in his voice, his colonel's tone slipping through as his hips sped up. You had bratted him up once and came without permission. It wasn’t worth it, the punishment that followed, where he denied you his cock for 6 weeks was near on agony. You couldn’t do that again, refused to go through it, so you bit your lip and held your need off.

Your cult clenched and unclenched as he moved, moans spilling from your mouth that was now permanently open. He was impressed, really. Your control had improved so much from the first time you had slept together. He kept thrusting until he was close, until his stomach clenched with need, leaning into your ear, he whispered one command.

“Cum”

You fell apart, crying out his name, tears falling down your cheeks as your release finally spilled from you. He wasn’t far apart, pulling you against his chest as he spilled inside. Neither of you said anything for a long while, his fingers just ran up and down your back, smiling.

“So proud of you.. so proud of you.. That’s my good girl. That’s Caleb’s good girl.”

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COMING HOME ✶ WHEN YOU CRY

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖────𝗂'𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

【 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 】 𝑙’ enhypen x fem ! rea 7OO established relationship fluff comfort a tiny bit of angst 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 skinship, petnames ˊᯅˋ ｡｡ daily clicks

다니⠀⦂ this is for my @jiwuu ♡ summer started meaning i will post way more often hopefully >< ( last year summer flashbacks..)

LEE HEESEUNG

“baby… are you seriously crying right now?” heeseung whispers, half-laughing as he pulls you into his chest, the credits rolling while tears roll down your cheeks. “it’s just a movie,” he teases gently, thumb brushing under your eye, and you sniff, pouting harder. “shut up,” you mumble, hiding your face, but he just grins, tilting your chin up. he peppers soft kisses across your face—your forehead, your damp cheek, your knuckles. “still crying?” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “’cause i’ll keep kissing you till you forget the plot.” you breathe out a shaky laugh, heart fluttering despite yourself, and he kisses you again. “there she is,” he whispers smugly, tucking you under his chin. “my pretty girl.”

PARK JAY

“c’mere, baby,” jay murmurs, voice velvet-soft as he pulls you gently into his lap, arms looping around your waist like he’s scared you’ll disappear. your cheeks are warm and damp, but he doesn’t flinch—just presses a kiss to your temple and lets you curl into his chest, burying your face there while his fingers stroke your spine. he hums something soft under his breath. “don’t cry, sweetheart. you want me to get you that bag you were looking at last week? the pretty one with the bow?” he whispers against your temple. “i’ll buy you ten if it makes you smile again.” he cups your jaw so gently it almost makes you cry again. “i’ve got you, princess,” he says, thumb brushing away your tears.

SIM JAKE

“baby? wait—did i do something?” jake’s voice is frantic the second he sees your tears, eyes going wide like you just broke his entire heart. “did i say something? did i hurt you? please tell me, angel, i didn’t mean to—” you shake your head and hiccup, and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for hours. “oh thank god,” he whispers, pulling you into his chest. “you wanna lie down? or ice cream? or that plushie you liked last week? i’ll buy you ten,” he rambles, “just say the word, angel. i’ll do anything. just don’t be sad.”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon shows up at your door within minutes, breathless, cheeks flushed from the cold, holding a slightly crumpled bouquet like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “i heard you were crying,” he mumbles, voice quiet as his eyes flicker over your tear-streaked face, “so i brought you these.” you don’t even speak—just fall into his arms, and he catches you instantly, hands on your waist. he presses a kiss to your hair, heart racing beneath your cheek. “it’s okay,” he whispers, not much else—just that. over and over. “it’s okay, baby. i’m here.” because even if he can’t always find the words, his love doesn’t need explaining. and tonight, that’s enough. he is enough.

KIM SUNOO

sunoo’s lips instantly pout when he sees your teary eyes. “oh no, no, don’t cry, angel,” he whispers, cupping your face with both hands so gently it makes you cry harder. “it breaks my heart when you’re sad,” he murmurs. “you’re too precious for tears, okay?” he guides you to sit on the couch and letting you curl up. his arms wrap around you snugly while he hums something soft, cheek resting against your head. “let me take care of you,” he coos, rubbing your back.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon kneels in front of you without saying a word at first, his brows pulled together in quiet worry as he reaches up to gently tuck your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering a little just to hold your face. “hey, look at me, baby,” he says softly, thumb brushing under your eye to catch a tear before it falls. “what’s going on, hm?” his voice is so calm, it only makes your chest tighten more. “you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. just… let me be here, okay?” he pulls you into his arms, your face buried in his neck. i’ve got you. always.” “seeing you cry makes me want to fix the whole damn universe.”

NISHIMURA RIKI

"aww, baby," riki coos, brushing a thumb under your eye, catching the tear before it slips — and of course, the little shit’s smirking. "crying already? i didn't even do anything that mean." he pulls you into his lap anyway, arms wrapping snug around your waist. "should i kiss it better? maybe here—" he plants one on your jaw, "—or here—" a kiss on your nose. you grumble, hiding your face in his hoodie, but he’s relentless. “no hiding. i wanna see that pout. it’s cute.” you shove him, and he grins wide. “there’s that almost-smile. c’mon, baby, give me the real one. or i’ll really start being annoying.”

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Big, scary guy and small, frilly dog is such a powerful combo. And you're completely right that Simon would be swimming in pussy. As a dog lover I would absolutely be kneeling down to greet a darling Cavalier, bombarding Simon with a million questions.

"What's her name?" "How long have you had her?" "Oh, she's so well behaved. Such a sweet girl." "She has such a nice coat, you must take good care of it." "Do you usually walk in this neighborhood? Maybe I'll see you two around!" "I swear I could just eat her up! If you're not careful I might steal her and bring her home with me."

Meanwhile, Simon is standing there looking as intimidating as ever as I fuss over his dog.

You see him walking around the neighborhood, stopping in the same shops in the evening, the same cafe at night. Always with a little copper Cavalier trotting beside him, little pink bows on her ears matching the thin pink leash that's hooked lazily around his wrist. Sometimes he has a shop bag in his other hand, sometimes not, but always the god walking beside him. Her little legs tip-tapping as fast as she can manage to keep up with his long strides.

And every evening when you pass him on your way home you stop to coo over the little dog. "Commander," he'd told you when you first stopped to scratch her tiny head. You figured it was one of those compromises that men often have with their girlfriends, "you can pick the dog but I get to name it." Choosing something that felt masculine to make up for the frou-frou dog. It didn't matter to you, it was easier to let your guard down around a man you assumed was already taken.

Crouch to scratch the dog's tiny chin, giving Ghost a nice view down your shirt. Never once thinking twice about bending over to pet her little head, or smiling at the big man in the skull printed mask.

"What a good girl you are," you coo at Commander, as she leans into your hand, "I could just eat you up, you're so sweet."

"You like sweets, pup?" Ghost rumbles, deep voice sliding thick down your spine.

"I bet you do," You squeeze her little face in your hand, "I bet daddy gets you pup cups when he goes to the cafe, doesn't he?"

"Wasn' talkin' t'the dog." You glance up at him, heat flashing over your face as you meet his eye. "Gonna keep callin' me daddy, pup, or d'you got somewhere t'be?"

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fckmebarnes · 2 months ago

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˗ˏˋ ★ bathed in moonlight ★ ˎˊ˗

lumberjack!bucky x housewife!reader

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18+ men + minors dni! — SOMNO; please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. this is cnc — consensual non consent. pre established relationship and consent. NOT non-con. bucky eats it while r is sleeping. erm. cockwarming. breeding kink if you squint. bucky is insatiable and misses you.

bucky hated coming home late at night. the lights off in the house, dinner off the stove and packaged in the fridge for him. you always made sure to leave a little note on the tupperware so he knew what it was, just before. you were always looking out and caring for him. the two of you agreed no matter what either of you were doing, you were allowed to take whatever you wanted from each other. no questions asked.

but tonight he wasn’t too hungry for the food that you made. frustrations at the lumberyard made him huff as he was leaving, knowing that he had you to come home to, made it a little better as he was driving home.

however, as he entered the bedroom, shoving his boots off and tossing them to the corner of the room, he saw you on your side facing away from him, the silk sheet draped precariously over your sleeping figure on your side of the bed.

and you were wearing one of his favorite silk slips. it was lavender, lace cups on your breasts, and oh so see through to the point where he could see you weren’t wearing anything underneath. your legs were slightly parted, your ass up just a little and exposing your pussy to him. he could see how wet it was just from standing on the other side of the bed.

bucky was a big man, literally. he worked for the lumberyard for several years, building muscle carrying logs bigger than you and almost him but he carried it like it was nothing. compared to you though, you were small, tiny, nothing compared to bucky. but the way he touched you was as if you were the most fragile thing he ever had the opportunity to touch, and he didn’t wanna break you.

he tossed his shirt off, removing his khakis and undressed, climbing into bed next to you. his large frame took over you, his hands gliding over your barely covered ass, his hand taking up the entirety of your ass cheek. he squeezed the flesh softly, groaning as he saw your cunt expose itself a little more and he could practically smell you. as he massaged your ass, his hands traveled further down to your cunt, letting his finger swipe through your folds and practically came at the feeling of your soaked cunt over his fingers.

“fuck, sweet girl.. soaking arent you?” he knew you couldn’t respond, hear you even. but he knew something was going on in your dream as you clenched at his words, making him bite his lip. you were a heavy sleeper, which meant he was able to do what he was about to do right now without you stirring. he shuffled down the bed, his face inches from your cunt as he leaned in and licked softly on your folds, moaning at the taste.

this wasn’t the first time he tasted you while you were asleep, and it wouldn’t be the last. but it was always a treat to wake up and see bucky’s face in between your legs with your slick covering his beard and up to his nose. he always looked perfect as he dove back in.

his tongue parted your folds gently, lapping up the slick you had in your cunt as he prodded your entrance with the tip of his tongue, the feeling of your soft walls on his tongue made him moan against your cunt, causing you to sleepily moan out.

“i know, baby, i know.” he murmured against your cunt as he kept licking, his hips rutting against the silk sheets, and he felt a small damp spot against his skin from his pre cum. you moved your hips closer against his face as he ate you out from behind, your fingers digging into the sheets and soft moans and whines slipping from your lips, dreaming of getting head from your partner.

he pulled away before your could cum, and he heard you whine his name sleepily, his cock twitching against him. your breathing was fast, your hard nipple rubbing against the lace, making him curse under his breath as he hovered over your body, pumping his cock a few times as he spread your ass cheeks again, pressing the tip of his cock against your dripping hole.

“bucky..” your eyes were still shut, not even responding to him as he teased your entrance with his cock. he propped himself on his left hand, as his other went to push your hair from your face to watch as you furrowed your eyebrows together as he pushed in, his forehead leaning on your shoulder.

“fuck, this pretty pussy feels so fucking good..” he nipped your skin softly as he lost himself completely in your warmth wrapped around his cock. you were always so tight around him, sucking him in and never wanting him to leave. he never would, anyways.

“buck..” you were moaning softly, pushing your ass closer against his hips, eyes screwed shut as he pulled out, whining when you felt him leave your cunt just for him to push back in and stretch you out again.

“youre so fuckin’ wet, dove. could just..” he slipped out, moaning softly at how soaked his cock was from just a few strokes. “slip right back in..” he slipped back into your cunt, pressing his hips flush against your ass. his large hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, the fabric from your lingerie rubbing against his nipples making him moan softly against your neck his face was buried in.

he set a slow pace, listening to your soft breath, little moans and how wet your cunt was each time he pushed back in. he lost himself completely in your cunt, not even registering when you woke up, softly moaning his name.

“buck..?” you turned your head to look at him, before he pushed back into you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your cunt and a sharp whine coming from you.

“sorry to wake you princess.. pussy was jus’ so wet' when i came home.. had to feel it ‘round my cock.” your hands rested over his that were wrapped around your waist, as he pressed down on your lower stomach and you could feel his cock as he pressed all the way into you. “you don’ mind, right?” you couldn’t think of even answering when he rolled over and had you on your stomach, your cheek against the pillow case and he sat back, spreading your ass cheeks all the way and watched his cock disappear into your cunt and moaned as he watched you clench around him.

“m-more.. daddy.. please..” he watched your eyes meet his as you pressed your ass further into his hands, a harsh smack coming down on your ass and making you moan in response. he loved watching your sleepy state fall deeper into sub space as he had his cock buried in your cunt.

“you wan’ more, sweet girl?” you whined as you nodded, moaning as his pace became faster, his large hands holding up your hips and he pushed the lingerie out of the way, watching your back arch to his touch.

“ill give ya’ more. since ya wanna put this pretty pussy on display for me when i get home like a lil slut.” he pushed your legs together and straddle your legs, making your pussy a little tighter and closed so his cock would just sink into your tight cunt. he opened his mouth and spit down onto his shaft as he slid back into you, a moan coming from your lips as you felt how wet it got as he pushed in and hit a new spot as your hips were angled up.

you couldn't help but look back at him, this 6’4 beefy man hovering over you and his lips parted as he watched his cock rut into you, a guttural moan as you clenched around him teasingly. he smelled like wood, musk, the lumberyard he worked away at. you let out a moan as you relaxed against his touch, just letting yourself feel the way his cock slid into you and how you so desperately didn’t want him to leave. you loved feeling him fill you up with his fat cock, his cum. the way you always felt so full of him made your pussy throb. the least you could do was let him lose himself in your cunt. you loved when your man was vocal, you loved making him fall apart in your cunt as you sucked him back in and you knew he loved it just as much.

his hands let go of your ass, trailing slowly up the curve of your back, moving so he separated your legs and wrapped his hands around your neck, pulling you up and squeezing just a little making you clench around him at the action.

his large fram was covering your, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a brutal place, your pussy making the sweetest noises for him, almost as pretty as the ones tumbling from your lips that were slick with spit as you kept licking them. he watched as you squeezed your eyes shut, a hand going from propping yourself up to play with your clit before he pulled it away, pinning it against your back. he squeezed your neck softly with his metal hand, his flesh hand keeping your hand from playing with yourself.

“bucky.. please..”

“you think you get to cum, huh? oh sweet girl.. shouldn’t have woken up..shoulda let me play with my pretty pussy.. but ya had to be greedy didn't ya?” you whined under him, frustrated you weren’t allowed to cum. he could tell with the way you were trying to push harder up against him as he was fucking you, gripping his cock like a vice so he wouldnt leave and you could cum.

he let go of your neck, just to grab your other hand with his flesh hand and pin them against your back, pushing your face into the pillows with his metal hand and gripping your hair gently.

“here’s whats gonna happen, sweet girl,” he grunted as your ass was up in the air, soft moans filling the room of each other mixed with skin slapping on skin. “im gonna fill this greedy lil cunt up so deep with my cum you'll be leakin til mornin. keep my hard cock stuffed in your cunt all night so we don’t lose any, got it?” you nodded as you whined, feeling his cock push back into you like you could feel it up in your chest.

bucky was a big dude, he knew his size in girth and length for his cock and how wide his shoulders were, how strong his arms were and he definitely used it to his advantage. not that you minded anyways, it turned you on even more knowing how strong he could get with you.

“good fuckin’ girl. listenin’ to your daddy just like you should.” his thrusts got sloppier each time he pushed into you, tears dampening the pillows as your orgasm was approaching, making him clamp down around you and you tried your hardest not to cum as the tip of his cock kept hitting your sweet spot over and over, even when he pressed himself so hard against you as he shot his load deep into your pussy.

“thas it, dove. takin’ it so fuckin’ good for me.” he fucked his cum deeper into you, his cock not sofetning as he felt how wet your pussy was filled with his cum. he couldnt help himself as he kept coming, watching your cunt take all of his cock and cum.

as he slowed down, he let go of your hands, keeping his cock in you as he brought your wrists to his lips and kissed them tenderly, rubbing them with his thumb. you moved your neck to look behind you, but you couldn’t catch a glimpse of him as he rolled onto the bed with himself still in you and pulled you flush with his chest, peppering soft kisses against your shoulders.

“you're so good for me, princess. sleep tight.” he pushed his cock further into you, your pussy clamping down around him to keep him from leaving, not that he wanted to anyways. here’s to another night of cockwarming bucky filled with his cum.

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satorus-princess · 4 days ago

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clan leader!satoru who rolls his eyes and scoffs every time the elders remind him that he needs to find a suitor soon, have an heir, continue the legacy. someone powerful, someone with reputation, someone-- blah, blah, blah, he doesn't hear the rest.

clan leader!satoru who drones out their incessant nagging, sometimes consciously but most of the time subconsciously when he begins to think about you. a not-so-subtle lovesick grin sneaking onto his lips, which doesn't disappear even after they reprimand him for supposedly finding amusement in a serious matter.

but if they were to see beyond his blindfold, they'd be able to see the glittery hearts in his eyes which had nothing to do with the conversation.

clan leader!satoru who leaves the meeting prematurely without a word, barely sparing a glance at any of the wrinkled geezers even as they call after him.

clan leader!satoru who mercilessly exorcises curses, faces enemies coolly and whose mere presence could make knees buckle. but here he is, practically skipping his way to you, always to you - his precious, secret girlfriend - with a giddy heart.

clan leader!satoru who no one would suspect that he would've fallen in love with a non-sorcerer. simply, the owner of a kikufuku shop. well, that part would be predictable to anyone who truly knows him.

clan leader!satoru who sneaks you to the back of your store, saying that your staff can handle it without you, just so he can steal some kisses. and stealing kisses, he does.

as soon as the door to your tiny work office is shut, he cages you against it, but there's no trace of desire in his eyes. only affection and pure devotion swirl in his ocean eyes, which you catch in between his smothering kisses.

“what's brought this on?” you ask with a smile, breathless from his endless kisses.

clan leader!satoru who only answers with, “marry me?” causing your mouth to fall open in shock and he chuckles at your reaction. tucking your hair behind your ear, he caresses your cheek with his fingertips, a gentleness never seen outside of you.

clan leader!satoru who awaits your answer with a smile, knowing you wouldn't say no but wanting to hear it from your lips anyway. your sweet voice telling him--

“is that even a question? of course, i'll marry you,” you whisper, tears of elation beginning to form in your eyes.

clan leader!satoru who scoops you up with a chuckle, excited and so in love, as he spins you around briefly. he kisses you again. this time, letting his lips linger against yours in a fervent sway.

clan leader!satoru who murmurs against your lips, suggesting, “let's elope. if you want to, of course. because i'd marry you in a heartbeat. and i can give you your dream wedding after. just right now... i wanna be yours officially. hell, i'll even take your last name.”

clan leader!satoru who you basically have to hold back from ravishing you on your small office desk when you agree; simply marrying him being a dream on its own, you don't mind how or where it occurs.

“‘toru, i have to work,” you giggle as he attacks your neck with feathery kisses. and his heart surges with so many emotions at once at the sound of your giggles. oh, if honey could sing, that's what you sound like.

“let me bask in the post-engagement bliss.”

after some consideration, you cup his cheek and gently pull him away from your neck to look into his beautiful eyes. “i'll see what i can do,” you say, because your heart feels too jittery to focus back on work, and the last thing you want is to be away from him right now.

you, at least, manage to convince him to wait until you get home instead of taking you right there.

clan leader!satoru who, after a passionate session of love-making, mindlessly plays with your hair, twirling it around his fingers as your head rests on his bare chest. your hand is placed next to your head, index finger tracing random patterns on his skin. he has a lazy, lovesick grin sprawled across his lips as he stares up at the ceiling.

clan leader!satoru who voices that the only thing he wants (aside from you) for your elopement is a cake. his sweet tooth thrives in any and every situation.

“don't you think it would be kinda cute to make our own?” you ask, tilting your head to look up at him, gracing his jaw with a kiss in the process.

“well, things are always extra sweet when you bake them for me. we could do two layers - one each for our favourite flavours,” he suggests, kissing your forehead as his fingers brush your hair back from your forehead, damp with sweat.

“that sounds really nice,” you smile softly, your eyes so warm it makes his body feel fuzzy as if enveloped in a cosy blanket.

clan leader!satoru who watches you fondly as you make the cake sponge the night before you plan to elope. and it was decided that he would make the icing in the morning, sweet enough for him but not too sweet, mindful of your lack of a sweet tooth. and both of you would decorate it together.

and of course, as he sits on the counter, he doesn't let you pass him without stealing a kiss from you.

clan leader!satoru who you watch the next morning, his pink tongue peeking out between his lips as he concentrates on making the icing. his ivory hair is boyishly mussed from sleep, falling around his features almost majestically as it catches in the morning light filtering through the kitchen window.

you're wearing his t-shirt and boxers, he's wearing a pair of sweatpants. it's an intimately domestic scene and the both of you start randomly giggling at times for no particular reason. it's the pure happiness and euphoria, knowing you'll be married in a couple of hours.

clan leader!satoru who brings the whisk up to your lips, asking you to taste the icing for your opinion. because he only ever cares about you and your thoughts and opinions. and you, if he didn't mention that already.

“mmm, that's perfect,” you hum, licking the remnants of the sugary treat off your lips and his mischevious eyes follow the action.

“you're perfect,” he whispers before leaning in to mould his lips with yours, his tongue darting out to trace over your lips. he wiggles his way inside your mouth, gliding his tongue against yours in a frolic, devouring your taste along with the icing.

you squeak in surprise when his tongue tangles with yours, your hand coming up to half-heartedly push at his chest. his arm comes around your waist and you can feel his lips curl up into a smirk against your mouth as he tugs you closer.

he finally pulls away, panting but giddy. “i swear you make everything sweeter.” he smoothes back your hair from the side of your forehead with a gentle hand, admiring how angelic you are in the mornings.

“and you're cheesy,” you snort. “that was the last kiss before we get married.”

he gasps dramatically. “do you hate me? do you want me to die?”

clan leader!satoru who quickly shuts up when you hook your finger into the waistband of his sweats to pull him towards you again, tilting your head up for another, hasty kiss. he steadies himself from the suddenness of it with his hands planted on the counter behind you.

“there, last one. i warned you this time.”

once he's brought forth from his reverie, a dumb grin painting his lips, he shortly pouts. “so, you do hate me. i knew it.”

you snort in amusement again, rolling your eyes playfully and his grin makes another appearance. along with flutters in his chest.

clan leader!satoru who has to restrain himself from kissing you again while you decorate the cake together. and you have to restrain him from eating all of the icing to leave enough for the cake, swatting his hand away from his mouth.

clan leader!satoru who gets dressed in a crisp button up and slacks, while you wear that baby blue dress he loves on you. you make it look like a sapphire, rather than a piece of clothing.

clan leader!satoru who makes you do a little twirl for him, as he usually asks. and almost becomes teary just at the sight of you in your dress, despite it not even being a gown of silk. you laugh softly at his reaction, taking his hand and brushing your lips against his knuckles.

“how do you always manage to look so... painfully gorgeous?” he asks in a whisper, as if in awe. “my wife in a couple of hours.”

clan leader!satoru who kneels down on one knee in front of you, leaving you to stare at him in surprise before he grabs the heels you picked out.

“lean on me,” he commands in a soft tone, like a pillow made of clouds, glancing up at you with those eyes that sparkle like a stream in the summer sun.

you place your hand on his shoulder, gripping it lightly to balance yourself as he cups the ball of your foot, lifting it to slip on your shoe. with slender fingers and practiced movements, he buckles the strap around your ankle. kissing your shin, he repeats the same sequence for your other shoe.

“ready?” he says softly, kissing your leg once more as his fingertips skim your calf before he rises to his feet, gazing down at you.

his smile widens when you beam at him with a nod, butterflies making an appearance in his chest and stomach again. not those of nerves, but of devotion and excitement.

clan leader!satoru who doesn't even let the officiant complete his sentence before he's drawing you in and dipping you with such flair that you expected. you're giggling into the kiss. which he catches like an infection, an almost youthful laugh tumbling from his lips. it's more of a conversation of bliss and ecstasy in the form of melody, rather than a kiss.

“we're married,” he says, as if he can't believe it; it's something so surreal. his eyes crinkle at the corners, smile so wide his face could split, you can feel his fingers slightly tremble against you, buzzing with euphoria.

“we're married,” you repeat softly, and he leans in for another kiss. this time, slower, languid, filled with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, as if he wants to slow down time itself and savour this moment with you.

clan leader!satoru who disappears without a word for a few weeks, sipping cocktails and getting sunburnt tanned on the beach with his newly wedded wife by his side. and when he does return, he finally shuts up the elders of the clan with his wife that he treasures so dearly and wouldn't let any of them even lay a single glance on you.

it was a warning to the entire clan when one member spoke up, “over my dead body, are you married to a lowly--” and a grimacing crack! echoes in the room. blood splatters and clan leader!satoru steps back just enough to make sure it doesn't stain his beautifully patterned yukata. one that he customised with your name embroidered into the collar.

his smile is sickeningly sweet and tone eerily calm. “anyone else have any objections about my wife?”

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