#mama aura

[daily-yokai]

Day 243: Mama Aura

[sunset-peril]

Ashes Remain - Chapter Eight - Together and Stronger

~~~~

It was Professor Means. It had always been Professor Means.

He took the bribes.

He encouraged the forged evidence.

He murdered Professor Courte.

It was all him. 

He’d gone after her too. Had Apollo not been on the ball, had the Themis seniors not been willing, he would have won. 

It wasn’t his final casualty though. She was hit once more while leaving the courtroom. A loyalist student of his went after her. At first it was just verbal, hurling insults about her hypocritical actions, how dare she as a psychopath deem anyone else unfit for the legal world.

Simon had tried to defend her, but Fulbright electrocuted her beloved uncle to keep him in line. 

When the loyalist began showing signs that physical harm might come to Athena, Apollo socked her in the jaw. The bailiff allowed it. 

Before the threat could stand back up, Apollo escorted Athena out of the courtroom with the help of two bailiffs from adjoining courtrooms. She was frightened, but not a hair on her had been harmed.

Trucy thought Apollo decking someone was the coolest thing ever. Apollo was remiss about it, correcting in that ‘let’s not discuss this further’ tone of his that it was only done in defense and he’d weighed all other options before raising his fist. Much later on, Prosecutor Blackquill would commend him for not being afraid to defend her from violence, but the prosecutor was already back in his cell for the day. 

Apollo hadn’t let go of her until she was back on her air mattress in the extra room of the Wright Anything Agency. Normally, the office door was unlocked during business hours. After Athena was nearly assaulted in the courthouse; however, the door was instantly locked after the party returned. 

It was honestly a miracle they still attended the last night of the festival.  

~~~~

“T-Thena! You came!”

“Of course, Junie! I wouldn’t miss your performance for the world!”

“But the attack earlier-!”

“ ¡No hay problema! One freak accident is nothing.” She flashed a peace sign. “Tonight is being held in Professor Courte’s memory, so I suspect no rabid crazies!” 

Apollo shot her an exasperated look. “Today was more than ‘one freak accident,’ Athena. You could have died. How can you seriously go on like nothing happened?”

Of course, he knew the likely answer for his question. 

“Hey, it’s the heroic psycho. You really are crazy, to return here knowing there could be people out for your head.”

Robin ran up and smacked her blue-clad companion. “Hugh! Rude! We’re glad you’re here, Athena. And that you’re okay! Same to you, Apollo!”

“As we saw today, there are some who took Professor Means’ teachings to heart. Just because he is no longer in the classroom does not mean his ideology dies overnight. I hope you’ll join us in continuing to fight that darkness, Thena.”

“You really mean it, Junie?”

“Of course.” The metal on Athena’s shoulder seemed dimmer under Junie’s smile. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I should go get ready.” 

“Knock ‘em dead, Junie!”

“We’ll be cheering, Juniper.” Apollo flashed a huge grin.

“Yeaaahh!! C’mon, Hugh, let’s go!” 

“Looks like it’s just us. At least until Trucy decides she wants to boardwalk.”

“Heh, looks like it.”

“Are you okay? After… you know everything that happened today. So much of it was an attack on you specifically.” 

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m just fine!”

“You’re hiding something, Thena.”

“Oh, okay fi-” She blinked twice before staring at him and smirking. “Did you just call me Thena?”

“Oh! Did it? My bad.”

Oh, gosh, he was blushing. As endearing as a blush typically is, it was remarkably funny. He was so adorable! He- ….uh oh. 

“Athena? Are you sure you’re okay? You just stopped.” 

“I, uh,”

“Polly! Yay, we found Polly! And Athena!”

“Good work, Fraulein Wright!” 

Ah yes, just the two people Apollo was expecting to show up at some point in the night.

“Ah, pardon us, Herr Forehead, for interrupting your alone time with Fraulein Cykes.”

“A-Alone time?! What do you mean by that?”

Klavier practically erupted into laughter. “Why, Herr Forehead, you and the fraulein are simply overtaken by the most passionate blush! You should see your faces right now.”

“I-It’s an adrenaline response, Prosecutor Gavin…” 

Wow. Her face was red. Almost redder than her hair. But that didn’t mean Gavin was correct. Some people just blush easily. Athena with her more expressive personality seemed to be one of them. 

And what he was suggesting! A scandal with his co-worker?! Who wouldn’t blush at that?

Well, Prosecutor Blackquill probably, but he's beside the point. 

“And what about you, Herr Forehead? Surely you’re not going to suggest a mere adrenaline response are you, ja ?”

No. Not in the way Athena was experiencing anyway. 

“Don’t you have a concert, Gavin?”

 “Ah, haven’t you learned anything from court? Forcing a premature end to discussion only makes another more suspicious!” 

“Come on, Polly. There’s nothing to be scared of. Prosecutor Gavin’s just having some fun with you and Athena.” 

“He really does seem uncomfortable though.” Athena took a few steps towards Gavin and stared up into his eyes. 

“Ah, Fraulein , how in tune you are with him.” 

“I-It’s not that. I can hear his inner voice. Much like I hear yours. For bearing no ill will against him, why do you badger Apollo with almost malicious intent?”

“Polly almost blew him up during a trial last year. Gavin makes fun of him as payback.” 

“You are just as perceptive as Blackquill said. He spoke with an utter fondness of you, one I’ve never seen in such black of a heart.”

She finally had to look away, if only to hide her own heart crying out loud enough for anyone to hear. “We… share a history.” 

“Ah. You both seem… touchy about questioning.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll leave it be.”

“Thank you, Gavin.” 

“Athena! Did you see the game where you whack giant frogs?! It’s so cool!” 

“I haven’t. But I’d guess you want to show me, huh?”

“Yes!”

“How about you, Apollo? Are you coming to see the whack-a-frog?”

He chuckled and flashed that big grin. “Sure. I could use a few good wacks to clear the day out.”

Trucy pounded her fists and leaned closer to him, grinning expectedly. “Better than socking meanies, Polly?!” 

“I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”

“What? The ever-small Herr Forehead threw punches? I think I need to hear this story.”

“No. No you don’t.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, he does! It was just after the trial! This lady who was super loyal to Professor Means-”

~~~~

The crowd was now gathering around the stage in anticipation for the concert. Mr. Wright had joined them at the whack-a-frog while Hugh and Robin had only recently returned to the party. 

Gavin and Juniper were on stage, her dressed as Lamiroir for the second-ever performance of The Guitar’s Serenade . 

He remembered the only other performance of the song well. Gavin’s guitar combusted, an Interpol agent was shot by a band member… It was a very very big mess that took a very very long time to clean up. That trial was when his career finally took a turn for the better, and he kept the song as his work ringtone to remind him of that fact. 

He hoped today would be Athena’s Turnabout Serenade, but just based on the day alone it seemed she was just as lost and frightened as he was when Kristoph was arrested. It would be a long time before she would ever feel free… if freedom was even available for her.

She wasn’t in a cell, no, waiting for her hanging day alongside Prosecutor Blackquill. However, this seemed almost worse. She was humiliated every single second she walked anywhere with those cuffs on her arm. She was on her own kind of death row, one that no one seemed to understand. He didn’t know how much longer she had, that was her secret to keep if she wanted, but if she already knew her injury was fatal… she likely had been given an estimate.

Yet here she stood: that happy, bouncy Athena who tilted shimmering eyes to the stage as Juniper sent a warm glance over them. Tensing in childlike excitement at the first notes of guitar, then closing her eyes to breathe in the melody. She's not wasting away in prison or losing her breaths at the hospital. She's here and, for this moment, she's okay. Better than okay. She's Athena Cykes, and she's fine! 

Sugar, Sugar…

O that night, in your embrace

He saw it in her. She was no longer afraid of her ears. She was no longer afraid of those cuffs made from re-fired bullets.

When you stole away the keys

my heart held on to so tight.

She was beautiful, and life was just as it should be for her. It couldn’t last, but at least she has a moment. 

Pleasure, Pleasure…

But a fleeting melody  

He’d looked for too long, her eyes fluttered back open in confusion, then looked up at him. Their eyes locked, which he didn’t expect, and he realized just how deep hers were now that he perceived them and them alone.  

It wraps itself around me,

And now through the air I fly.

She raised a hand to her hair and began to fiddle with it, breaking their eye contact before smiling and looking back into his.

Woh… Woh… 

His Chords of Steel dried up the longer he looked at her, until he was certain they’d snap from becoming too dry.

Burning on in my heart. Fire.  

Her eyes showed the same. Good, this was shared. 

Burn my love away. All away.

She took a few steps closer, then leaned into his chest. Her eyes were twitching, growing ever tense as she registered whatever this was. 

Like a bullet of love. Fire. 

Without thinking, he brushed his hand through her hair for her. Just above her ear she side-hopped onto his foot and squeaked. It must be her injury.

Take my life away. All away. 

He slipped his hand down to the hair past her head and twirled his fingers there, he felt her hand gently against his chest. 

 Guitar, Guitar…

He felt her lips for just a wisp of time.

Up together to the sky.

Now, it was just her smiling softly. Her cheeks were a precious rose. And that’s when he realized. “Athena…” He pressed his nose against hers.

“Call me ‘Thena,’ please.”

~~~~

“Did what I think happened really happen?” They were at Eldoon’s now, just the two of them. He was pressing his finger so hard into his head, it might have left a bruise.

“We kissed… at a high school festival…”

“Yep, that’s what I thought.” 

“I-uh…”

“Yeah… well… It’s-uh-nice to know you feel the same way about me.” He was scrubbing the back of his neck again. For a person who’s power lied in sight, why was he so bad with his own tells.

Widget flashed yellow under the stars. “I-Well-R-Really?” Her index finger was in his face. “A-Apollo Justice! How long have you felt this way about me?”

“I…I really couldn’t tell you that.” 

“Ah… well I guess it doesn’t matter too much… Here we are.” 

“Yeah, here we are…”

“So… what are we going to do… with-” She spun her hand between the both of them.

“Well, we are coworkers… so I think we need to discuss this with Mr. Wright tomorrow…”

“Yes… that will give me some time to ask Simon…”

“Simon?” She still hadn’t given his Chords of Steel back. “As in, Blackquill?”

“Yes. I… know I don’t look it but… I’m a Blackquill. His niece.”

“Ah. That actually makes a lot of sense.” 

“It does?”

“His bird doesn’t hurt you. Even when he’s pretending to attack us, the bird never gets as close to you as it does to Mr. Wright or I. That alone would suggest you’re important to Prosecutor Blackquill.” 

“Mama disowned me after I came back. He’s… all I have.”

“Wow… I’m so sorry…”

“No one’s been the same since Simon went to jail…” 

“You… want a hug?” Almost instantly, he had her curled up against his shoulder.

“Plus… Taka isn’t stupid. He’s not going to bite a food source.”

“Ah, you have bird bribes.”

“By express permission. Not everyone gets to feed him, you know.” 

“Of course…” Scrubbing the neck again… “So, uh, little obvious at this point but…” 

“Of course, I want you, Apollo. If Mr. Wright and Simon approve.” She started doing that ‘gimme gimme’ wave of hers. “Now, c’mere you!” 

And so went his real first kiss with Athena. He was expecting some elder citizen to jeer for them to find privacy as soon as she clambered onto him. Thankfully for the mood, People Park was silent. 

This one’s mine! Widget declared with a big fat grin on his little robot face instantly after Athena pulled away and flopped triumphantly on his lap. 

He gently curled her head closer against his chest. “I’m yours, tiger.”  

[closetofcuriosities]

Y Tu Mamá También - Dir. Alfonso Cuarón - 2001

[yonpote]

honestly i think the tarot readings i did earlier this year oughtta count in the weird conspiracy theory phan realm. i still believe my reading was kinda close if not perfectly accurate but its definitely a wild thing to have done :)

[imaginalstudio]

[ghostieboi14]

Just a page with a buncha doodles (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Awww

We don't talk about Pikachu mkay?

[prismit]

dead cells...... hard

[127-mile]

I'm seeing the baby tomorrow. The sad is gone.

[monogatcri]

TAGGED BY: @erabundus ( thank you, sweet bean! ) TAGGING: whoever hasn't done this! I'm late to the party.

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: ❝ Niwa! Nobody has ever really referred to me by my given name since my parents ; they're the last people who spoke it without the attachment of our surname. ❞

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?: ❝ Niwa Hisahide, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  ❞

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT?: ❝ I received it for my birthday? ❞

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?: ❝ I'm not on my own, if that's what you're asking. I'm not romantically involved, but I am not alone.  ❞

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES?: ❝  As it stands, I am powerless, ❞ which is a partial lie, considering the delusion he keeps beneath the collar of his shirt as a means to avoid others noticing its existence. ❝ However, this doesn't mean I am lacking in skills with the sword ; I've trained with it my entire life ever since I could walk. ❞

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?: ❝ Brown. Haha, I guess...they're not as cool as some eyes I've seen... ❞

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR?: ❝ This is all natural! I know, it's hard to believe but I was born with this red streak in my hair, and it's never come out -- and it continues to grow! ❞

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?: ❝ As of now, I only have one family member remaining from my past, but I am in possession of a descendant. They are my everything. ❞

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: ❝ I do wish I could have one, but I am not able to watch over something that requires attention as much as an animal will. ❞  he'll gladly spend his time with any that come near, petting them and enjoying their presence.

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE: ❝ Bitter things. ❞  the sheer sensation on his tongue makes his entire face scrunch up like a paper unfolded after being crumpled up. It's horrible! He'd rather be stabbed again than deal with a second of that revolting flavor! ❝ I also hate doctors from the Fatui. ❞

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?: ❝ I've lost a way to really contribute to a majority of my old hobbies: playing the flute, bladesmithing, performing true kenbu, but...I do have the ability to practice sword fighting, calligraphy, drinking tea to pass the time and some...singing. ❞ last word uttered in near inaudible whisper.

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?: ❝ Intentionally, unintentionally, and not of my own consent. ❞

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE?: ❝ More times than I wish to count... Killing is not a source of my pride, but there are times when you cannot avoid it when you have people to protect. ❞

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?: ❝ I've always felt connected to the kitsune that wander about around Tatarasuna ; they were known to enjoy the company of strangers and, at times, people would say they were here to watch over us from the Lady Guuji herself.  ❞ Of course, that felt contrived and absolutely untrue with how the past turned out.

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS: ❝  I work until my fingers ache far too often, but once I've got a task in mind, I am remiss to cease working on it until it's been completely completed. ❞

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE?: ❝ ...No, not anymore. ❞   All those he had ever looked up to were dead and gone, memories that wouldn't really serve to benefit himself if he continued to tilt his head back to them ; they were worthy of being honored, but he cannot look up to those of a stagnant nature. Perhaps, there is one, but he doesn't feel right uttering the name aloud to strangers.

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?: ❝ I like everything.  ❞ bisexual king.

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?: ❝  I've always dreamed of attending the akademiya, but that's not a dream so easily obtained for a bladesmith from Inazuma... Plus, I've heard some horror stories about the scholars, so I'm a bit wary. ❞

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY?: ❝ I've technically already been a father -- I was a father before I was a father as well, haha. Of course, if I could have a second chance at having a child again, I'd love to ; Hoshi wasn't raised by my hands, so I hope that, if I were to have another, this one will have a parent they can know never will abandon them... ❞ Because both of his other children thought he had, so a silent fear radiates within that there could always come a third opportunity.

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS?: A laugh, boisterous and unrelenting -- fans? him? That's honestly too much for someone of his status to conjure up any mental image! Imagine: people cheering for him and speaking his name in praise! ❝ I'm not someone who is worthy of fans! ❞

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?: ❝ Everyone has fears. I'm not certain which of mine take precedence over the other... Perhaps: am I a danger and this second chance is only meant to cause pain to others? I am grateful to breathe oxygen, to touch grass, to explore lands I've never seen, but I can't say I'm convinced my revival comes without strings attached. ❞ 

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?: ❝ This outfit! ❞ Hand waves over himself in dramatic gesture, then he grins, ❝ Do you like it? ❞

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?: ❝ I love what I have left of my family... ❞ Romantic love? He's never felt what that's like, however.

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?: ❝ Sword. ❞ Sansaku of Isshin Arts! He'd have to bow his head in shame if he ever put down his blade for any other weaponry, even if he has crafted others from orders.

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?: ❝ ... ❞  ...How many did he have? One? Two? Several? It's impossible to tell...

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?: ❝ I'm going to be disappointed if you finish this question and there's no pie -- ❞ he may or may not be glancing about, silently praying there is one. Once he notices there isn't, his mouth goes into a noticeable pout. Rude.

27. FAVORITE DRINK?: ❝ Tea, the sweeter the better! ❞

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?: ❝ My favorite place no longer exists. ❞ It's turned into a village of ashes and cretins.

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?: ❝ A little bit. ❞ For murder's sake.

31. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?: ❝ The ocean was always closer and the memories of it are more present in my mind. ❞ Sentimental.

32. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’?: ❝ Type of what? ❞  Of sword? Of art? Of food? Of wordplay? Of theater? Of --

33. ANY FETISHES?: ❝ You lack decorum... Refrain from inquiring that again. ❞

35. CAMPING, OR INDOORS?: ❝ Indoors for safety. Outdoor camping is a risky maneuver for anyone not acquainted with an area they're in: wildlife and bandits are not kind to the unprepared or unfortunate. ❞

36. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER?: ❝ ...Thank you for your time ; it was mostly a pleasure, until you asked about my sexual preferences! ❞ It's clear that he's ready to end this, the overstepping of boundaries indicative to his reasoning.

[meistoshi]

now is the magic mutant shit or pseudo-god shit Thats the question

[saturfied]

im tipsy and i see jeffy singing and dancing and just being so goddman inner happy,, literally this is peace,, im in heaven guys, frfr😭🥰❤️🪐🌟

[hoshigray]

Pretty Please with a cherry and spinkles ontop😩🙏 I need a Pussymatized Toji. Absolutely infatuated with his FWB. He was the one that said no attachments until he got addicted to her.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: lmao, "pussymatized" is new, but i see the vision!!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fwb! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - implied prior sex - backshots + missionary positions mentioned - oral (f! receiving) - feedbag position - multiple orgasms - Daddy kink - overstimulation - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - pussy-whipped! Toji - mention of spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

Toji knew better. He’s done the whole friends with benefits gig plenty of times, and he knows the big rule that comes with the package:

Absolutely no feelings involved, or else the arrangement is off.

“Hoooh…! Ahhhn, T-Toji, stop…Not too fast!”

That is until he met you.

For about a year, you and Toji have been friends with benefits. It started as something Toji told you about, how he’d sleep around and get in those kinds of relationships. You were the one to ask if he’d be down to do it with you.

The onyx-headed one thought about it for a minute until he gave in and said sure. However, he stressed the “no feelings attached” policy intensely. He considered you a dear friend – a rarity in his life – and he didn’t want what you two were doing to damage this close relationship. It was just casual sex with a friend, nothing more. And you nodded to his regulation with a smile, moving your friendship to the next level.

Off the bat, the sex between you two was great! It had been a while since Toji had done stuff like this, and doing it with someone he could trust like you made the interaction smooth and entertaining. Problems between the two of you were rare, and it’s thanks to you two being mature adults that made handling this non-serious relationship easy!

Nevertheless, one thing made this cooperation difficult — at least on Toji’s part. The older man was becoming more and more infatuated with you.

He doesn’t know when it started getting this bad; Toji was never one to be the one catching feelings during these kinds of kinships. So, this was a bit new for him, and it made the poor man go crazy as the days went on. Him? Catching feelings?? Breaking his own rule??? Get real!

But he couldn’t lie to himself, it was all different since he was doing it with you. You were the closest person he could call a friend outside of Shiu, and that never changed once you two became fuck buddies. If anything, things have gotten a lot closer between you two. You cared for his kids while he was away, cooked meals for him because you feared he didn’t eat enough during the day, or invited him on grocery sprees. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t do stuff like that before. Yet now that you and Toji were doing things beyond a regular friendship, the man was seeing you in a new light that he hadn’t seen before, and God, it was suffocating him. He doesn’t know how many of your gorgeous smiles or sweet strings of laughter he can take before he snaps. 

But it wasn’t just your personality and gracious aura that lured him on. As mentioned before, the sex was amazing — No, scratch that; you were amazing. It had been a very long while since Toji had done sexual shit with someone who could reciprocate pleasure. Fuck, you felt so good, whether it was jerking or sucking him off while massaging his balls in your pretty hands, or bouncing on his cock with that tight cunt of yours that had him on the edge, holding on to your waist as he’d piston his cock deep inside. Merely thinking about churning your walls that snug on his cock had him gulp thickly, thinking a heavy sigh would get these thoughts out of his mind.

But they don’t, of course. Because he’d be damned if he’d try to forget the image of your beautiful body all hot and sweaty with his. Your moans and squeaks were all prompted by his thrusts, and – fucking Jesus – he could never get over the way you said his name, so desperate for him with watery, doe eyes that pull him in. Looking all disheveled and alluring for him and only him, peering over your shoulder when he’d hit it from behind like you wanted to see him feel good. Toji would’ve been a fool if he hadn’t fallen for you!

There was a time when Toji’d slip up and hold your hand as he chased release, noticing you catch the sight of his palm and integers gripping yours. Thinking you were uncomfortable, he removed his hand from yours, only for you to wrap your legs around his waist and bring him to you for a kiss. It was just a kiss, is what he’d say to justify it. But hearing you mewl under his lips and whisper to his ears was the last straw for him, hammering his dick and spilling his load into you as you two made out passionately.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it; the guy was falling for you hard.

So hard that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It scared him a bit – the thought of you being his made his heart beat at a pace he hadn’t experienced in a long time. You corrupted his senses; he wanted to hear you, kiss you, feel you, smell you, taste you — fuck, did he want to taste you; it was so bad.

But it wasn’t as bad until you hadn’t stopped by for two weeks. You’d text him your apologies, saying that work caught you up and that you couldn’t see him and the kids. And even then, you’d still manage to throw a phone call before sleep, and Toji doesn’t know if that was better or worse. Your voice made his skin crawl, loving how you spoke to him all soft and fatigued yet affectionately. You were too good for him, having him feel guilty for fisting his cock unbeknownst to you.

He couldn’t take it anymore, being away from you. He could barely go through the first week, and the second had him itching to see you. That’s precisely what he did, calling you to let you know he’d come to see you. And once you opened the door to greet him with a warm smile, that last bit of thread in him had finally snapped.

“Nnmmah! Hic…shtooopp licking…! I’ll cum again, I’m gonna—!!”

After pulling you in for a hungry kiss, the man brought himself inside your apartment with you glued to him. Feverish pecks kept your lips on him, squeaking at how smoothly he picked you up and brought you to the living room couch. He’d suck on your neck while removing your bottoms, already stifling him with your fragrance to the point he shudders. 

He’d trail his kisses downwards, nibbling on certain areas that made you gasp for him, sucking on the skin of your inner thigh as his fingers rubbed on your folds covered by damp underwear. You had him on his knees, uncaring about the angle. His thoughts only thinking about the wet chasm he sees after discarding your panties. Nothing holds him back from plunging his face into your wetness and showing no signs of stopping when you’re wailing for him. He’d lick, lap, and suck on you with no remorse, face utterly stuck on your slit until you came for the first time. 

“—Ahhaa, I’m cummin’, Tojiii! OhJesusChrist—Nnnmoo!”

“Mmmph…! Fuck, c’mere, sweetie, lemme take care of you…”

And now, he’s chased you down for another climax, your legs tremble and your figure shakes as Toji’s tongue relentlessly pets around your labia, frantically licking your clit to expel more fluids to seep out your vagina.

And Toji drinks it all, stuffing his face into your inner thighs like breathing is not an issue. You cry and involuntarily try to close your legs as your nerves are at an all-time high, grabbing tuffs of raven hair. But the man doesn’t allow you to shy away, his strong hands keeping you grounded on the couch as he eats you out. They never leave your frame unless it’s to unzip his jeans to let his erection breathe. Your cute howls of pleasure, your delightful fluids painting his tongue and lips, and your intoxicating smell; all have his hard-on twitch painfully, precum staining his boxer briefs. 

He’s so far gone, his scarred lips kissing on your folds to gently juxtapose the tongue he uses to fuck you. You jerk and jolt, sobbing from the fervent mouth making sure every crevice of your cunt goes explored. Your orgasm still isn’t away, everything feels so sensitive that you feel like you could break.

“Tahhh, Toji, nooo,” you wail, trying to push his head from burrowing deeper between your thighs. Yet he shows no cooperation. “I just came, yer doing t’oo muuch…!”

Now, he finally removes his face from you, his chin wet with your essence which he licks from his lips. “Sorry, mama,” his rich emerald eyes lock with yours, they have you freeze under his gaze. “But I’m not done yet.” You shake your head, inching your hips away from his proximity. But he captures your waist and slides you back down. “Don’t,” he pleads, placing your legs on his shoulders. “One more time fr’ me, ‘kay, baby? Let Daddy have ya one more time.”

An excruciatingly slow lick from down your slit to your clitoris has you quiver, sloppy kisses further the mess of saliva and come between your legs, and you can’t control the throbbing sensation that returns to ache your inner walls. He chuckles, “Look at ya winkin’ at me, guess ya want more of me too, huh, sweetie?” He makes your ears ring and hot, throwing your head back when he spits and sucks on your clit harshly.

This time, Toji straightens his back a bit to lift your legs with him, hands securing you close to him on your hips. It was a view you hadn’t mentally prepared for, seeing your weight be supported easily. 

He continues to lap around your labia, taking in all the excess slick to suck on, not leaving any drop go undiscovered. His precision has you roll your eyes to the ceiling, a hand griping on his wrist as he rubs on your clit.

“Ohhhfuuuck,” your words were slurring together, brain too mushy to cooperate and form eligible sentences. The man between your legs makes that hard enough. You don’t even attempt to squirm out because Toji’s lips will latch right back onto you. “Daddyyy, right there…More, pleasee.”

“Good girl,” he praises, rewarding you with swirls circling your clitoris before a suck, and your legs cross around to push him further. “That’s my girl…Mmmm, fuckin’ Christ, taste too good…” His deep voice sends vibrations up your spine, chewing on your lip when his tongue nestles in between your soaked folds again.

He pushes the wet muscle back inside, groaning at the sensation of you clamping onto him and bucking your hips in his direction. Your cries fill the quiet space, his name coming out in rushed prayers was the only thing that occupies his eardrums. Fuck, he missed this so fucking bad, arms wrapping around your waist as he pushes his face deep, his nose bumping to the hoop of your pearl while he ravishes your insides.

The squelches of his tongue and lips are so raunchy and nasty, you feel like filth being used like this. You’ve long given up the control to conceal your moans, and Toji listens to every single one with intent. 

“—Ohhh! Ffsshiiit…!” Oh, no. You can feel it, the next wave climbing up. “Daddy, again! Gonna cum again, I cann’t...!”

“Yes, you can, mama,” he coos, blowing on your slick-covered lips. “Just a lil’ more fr’ me, ‘kay? Just let it out.” His mouth returns to erratically fuck you with his tongue, and his gruff moans are felt on your body. The pressure of your thighs squeezing him makes it better, hitting your delicate clit with gentle jabs that rock you into your third orgasm.

You scream, unleashing yourself as your climax rocks your being. Toji has a good hold on you, softly using the flat of his tongue to lazily lick your cunt, massaging your waist as your hips ride on his face. And it doesn’t help that the older man’s cock is oozing on his briefs, his thighs twitching with his erection wanting to be freed.

With a dangerous last kiss to your sensitive folds, Toji places your legs back onto the couch, wiping your come off his chin to lick his fingers clean before bringing his jeans and briefs.

“Wh..What’s gotten into you,” you ask with furrowed brows and hooded eyes like his, both misty with wanton thirst. “I see you’ve been more pent up than me.” He chortles at your jest, and you happily accept the tip of his cock into your mouth with a blissful hum.

“You have no idea, baby…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev.

cont.

synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: i just want the drama >:) may make more parts, and even extend said headcannons into longer fics in the future, but wanted to post something quick for mother’s day. hope you enjoy!

When you disappeared off the face of the earth, MIKEY had never been the same. One fight. One argument that spiraled out of control, and you were just gone...

He had people looking for you for about a couple years, the trail ran cold after a while and he had half a mind to think you were dead. Up until he got intel of your whereabouts one morning during a meeting.

That man got up and left immediately.

He wasn’t accompanied with any of his men, only because he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention in the broad daylight. Sure, him wearing a black hood, ball cap, and mask in a park didn’t really help him look inconspicuous but it at least concealed his identity enough for him to blend in. Mikey sat on a bench for a good forty minutes, anxious, making anyone who passed him shiver from his intense aura alone; even birds walked around him. After almost an hour of waiting, he began to feel frustrated. Perhaps, the intel was false. Just as he went to stand, already conjuring up ways to have Sanzu execute the idiot who wasted his time, he heard it.

Your voice. Seizing him, like a siren’s call.

His eyes were alert, darting around until they landed on your figure, spotlighted by the sun, like an angel descending from the heavens. You looked good, healthy. That was good. An array of emotions fought for their turn in Mikey’s heart—Relief, distress, anger, nostalgia. He couldn’t just pick one, especially when it came to you. As he watched from his spot, doing his best to not seem suspicious, he clocked the people you were approaching with excitement, your peppy stride as you waved at, what he presumed, to be mother and daughter.

However, his entire world turned upside down when the little girl extended out her arms towards you, and said “Mama!”

“Hello, my darling.~” You cooed, taking her into your awaiting arms from the woman, embracing the toddler tightly. “Mama missed you so much.”

“Missed you, mama!” was the child’s reply, followed by her giggles.

A bucket of cold water would’ve been better than this. Watching you converse with who he now assumes to be the babysitter, Mikey felt faint. Vision blurring, head pounding, heart clenching. You…you…no. There’s no way. You wouldn’t have moved on…you couldn’t have, not like this, not from him. You loved him, didn’t you? You still love him, didn’t you?

How could you…how could you?

Before he knew it, he started to follow you around. From the park, to the store, all the way back to your apartment. He already phoned some of the executives to start working in on the babysitter, and anyone else in your new found circle for information. He wanted answers. He needed them.

By the time you began fixing dinner, with your daughter laid down for a nap, you receive a knock at your door. Who could that be at this hour?

RAN was chilling outside the rendezvous spot for something the boss and a few other execs were participating in, having a smoke, minding his business, up until he sees a little girl with pigtails wearing a school uniform approaching, standing before him and just…staring. She barely came up to his thighs, could've been no older than seven. She was practically staring into his soul with bright lavender eyes that scarily reminded him of Rin’s when he was that age.

He stared back, head tilted as he blew out the smoke from the corner of his mouth. The hell was a kid doing on this side of town?

Then, after an uncomfortable staring contest, the little girl points at his cigarette. “My ma says those things are bad for you.”

Ran raised a brow, “Does she now?”

“Mmhm! She says it makes people unhappy.”

He offered a thoughtful nod, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Mm. Do I look unhappy?”

The girl looked at Ran for a minute, eyes squinted. Eventually, she shook her head. “No. But, ma also says people who are always unhappy get better at hiding it.”

Ran’s grin faltered. Her unwavering stare started to unnerve him, especially after hearing such a heavy statement come from such a small package.

After a brief moment of silence, he chuckled softly, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. He exhaled. “Smart woman.”

The little girl beamed, “Mmhm! My ma knows a lot of stuff.”

“Tsk. But not ‘Stranger Danger’, apparently.”

She tilted her head, curious. “Huh?”

“You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself, let alone approaching someone you don’t know. ‘s not safe. Especially for nosy little girls who stick their noses in other people’s business. Your ma never taught you that?”

The little girl rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. “Duh. Of course she did. Everyone knows that rule,” she exasperated. Ran snorted, but yielded when she squinted at him, pointing as she sassed. “And I do so know you, so you’re not a stranger.”

This time, Ran couldn’t help the incredulous laugh. “Oh, you know me, huh? That’s not good. ‘m supposed to keep a low profile. Say, you ain’t a cop are you?” He teased, earning another eye roll.

“No. Too small to be a cop, dummy.”

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t notice. Where do you know me from, then?”

The little girl pointed over to the building..where the executives were having their meeting. She beamed, “Ma’s works in there. On important people days she can’t get me from school, so she tells me to come straight here, and to not talk to the purple man that stands near the building. She says you’re mean.”

Ran smirked, then gave a half-hearted shrug.

“She also says you’re my pa. But, I never believed her. You’re too old.”

Ran’s smirk dropped.

Whether more from the first comment or the last, you decide. But, one thing was for certain: he needed another cigarette.

SANZU cackled watching some guy struggle to round up a couple of rowdy twins at the convenience store. One was knocking shit off the shelves while the other ran circles around the guy. It was what he needed for his bitch of a hangover, a good laugh to distract from the ache in his skull.

However, he wasn’t laughing for long when you came around the corner of the isle, holding a few items with a smile on your face that soon faded once you saw the scene unfolding before you; the pinkette thought he was still tripping balls. Blinking a few times to allow any after effects of the drugs to clear up, when you didn’t disappear he used his long legs to swiftly yeet behind one of the shelves, peering around it like some paranoid stalker. The last time you had spoken, you had threatened to castrate him with your teeth if you ever saw him again.

And he’d be damned if he tried your bluff.

He watched in awe as you straightened those twins up quick. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought they were trained to obey you, and only you. Any other authority be damned. While the guy was putting all the stuff back on the shelves, sweaty and out of breath, you gently reprimanded them for causing trouble. You still made that cute pouty face you always did whenever you were mad at him…

“What did we talk about earlier? Hm? Mr. Satoru was very kind to help mama today, you know. You two promised me you’d be on your best behavior for him.”

Sanzu gagged. This was the rebound you let nut in you? This huffy moron who can’t handle a couple of ankle biters, this was your king? He had half a mind to just gut the guy to put him out of his misery from that pathetic display from earlier, alone. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be back home. He remembers when he was that age—Rowdy, reckless, the Antichrist. Adorable, but deadly. God bless that poor bastard’s soul.

Wait…Mister? Not…dad?

The first twin whined, stomping their feet. “He’s too boringggg!”

Come to think of it…if Sanzu squinted…the longer he looked at the little family…he swore the more he saw the resemblance of himself in the tiny gremlins. From the hair, to the eyes, all the way down to the mannerisms…Hang on. When had been the last time you two fucked? Three…no, was it four years ago?

The second twin huffed, pointing at the man. “Yeah! And he’s jus’ being nice so that he can sleep in your bed, mama!”

You flushed, nervously chuckling as you looked around to make sure no one heard. Sanzu ducked behind a bag of chips, now nothing but eyes peeking through the gaps of food on the shelf.

So…that loser’s not the father? Then…could that mean..?

“He’s mama’s boyfriend, remember? He’s allowed to do that. And he’ll be around for a while, so I want you two to be nice, okay?”

“…okay, mama.” They grumbled.

Sanzu almost popped a blood vessel, fist clenched around a bag of Lays and nearly busting it. He chuckled darkly, “Oh. We’ll see about that.”

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[sttoru]

Could you do a scenario where megumis daycare teacher is hitting on y/n and toji and meg get really overprotective about it <3 love you parenting series sm

⟣ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. themes containing jealousy / protectiveness.

you were stunning. that much was known and evident to toji and others around you. your looks were captivating — however, you always seem demanded to deny that fact. even when you have a husband who reminds you of how good you look on a daily basis.

but with good looks comes male attraction; something toji greatly dislikes since you’re his wife. it isn’t like he’ll be mad at you about it — no, not at all. in fact, toji feels a surge of pride every time someone tells him how lucky he is to be your husband.

the thing is: he gets a little. . . too jealous and overprotective every now and then when the harmless compliments turn into blatant flirting.

“oi, megumi,” toji grumbles as he holds his son in his arms, looking out in the distance. specifically at you talking to megumi’s daycare teacher for a bit way too long to his liking, “ya see that? mommy’s being hit on right in front of us.”

the little boy stops chewing on one of toji’s hair strands, seemingly understanding whatever his dad had said. megumi lets out a small ‘oh!’ noise and stretches his arm out in your direction, pointing at you, “mama.”

you were too busy answering the questions megumi’s teacher asked you to even realise that your husband and son were looking at you from far away. toji’s menacing aura, however, only seemed to intensify the more you talked to that man.

“tsk. . . all right, kid—listen up.” toji narrows his eyes at the scene before putting megumi down on his feet, crouching down to be at eye level with the boy. he puts a hand on megumi’s shoulder and whispers a plan in a ‘baby-language’ his son could understand;

the two are being the perfect partners in crime right now (they always have been; since megumi’s birth to be precise).

megumi’s daycare teacher was telling you a fun story about what your son had done to which you politely laughed at. in that same moment you could feel someone tugging at your pants lightly — as if wanting to catch your attention,

“oh — hi, my baby.” your face lights up as you see megumi standing behind you. his big eyes were staring up at you, fingers curled around the fabric of your trousers still — not a clue of what he wanted of you,

you tilt your head to the side in slight confusion and when you wanted to crouch down to be at eye level, the little boy suddenly starts to scream and cry as if he just experienced something traumatic. when in reality, nothing in the current scenery had changed to provoke such a dramatic reaction.

“woah, woah, hey. .” you were startled by the sudden switch in megumi’s mood — his face going from a neutral expression to one of pure despair as he (fake) cried. not only you, but also the daycare teacher seemed to take a step back from the sudden screams echoing in the area.

you immediately pick megumi up and try to calm him down, not pressing him for answers on why he suddenly decided to have an-almost-mental-breakdown-like outburst.

another switch was flipped in the toddler once your attention was diverted from his daycare teacher to him and him only. your eyebrow raised at how easily megumi shut up and went from a state of distraught to one of content in your arms.

that’s when you glance over at your husband who stood near the exit of the daycare, leaning against the wall with his bulky arms crossed, a proud and smug grin on his face — his plan seemed to have succeeded. all credit goes to his son for succeeding in catching you off guard.

“damn, seems like the brat needed his mama’s attention, eh?” toji calls out with an ‘innocent’ shrug, snickering after that, “like father, like son — they say.”

it took you only a few seconds to realise that toji had probably asked megumi to catch your attention by faking to cry near you — knowing you’d drop anything to comfort your child at any time, no matter what you were doing.

“oh, you little . . .” you bite your tongue to refrain from scolding your childish husband out in public. you look down at megumi, seeing him stare back at you with happiness in his blue eyes. you certainly couldn’t be mad at him, “you. you’re lucky you’re cute, ‘gumi.”

you chuckle and kiss your son’s forehead, bidding the teacher farewell quickly (leaving him disappointed by the rushed ending of your conversation), before walking to toji.

megumi squirms in your arms and when you put him down, he instantly runs to his dad, expecting something in return for his performance. toji did seem to have promised him something in exchange for accomplishing his mission—

“papa! papa! candy!”

you raise an eyebrow as toji takes out a piece of candy from his pocket, reserved just for his son. toji was beaming with pride, ruffling megumi’s hair before handing him the delicacy, “here ya go. good job out there, kid.”

you roll your eyes, as that was the only thing you could do after walking right into their trap like that. as per usual.

the cherry on top was that your husband was mocking you like an annoying manchild on the way back home — recalling how worried you reacted when megumi successfully acted like he was crying.

megumi giggled along with his dad, leaving you entirely defenceless. at least you could laugh with them as well.

they got you good.

[justana0kguy]

2023 JUNE 29 St. Peter & St. Paul Solemnity Thursday

ARTHUR 1'23 #5 ~ Rosary Background

To improve my commitment on maintaining the Rosary Aura throughout the duties of every day, I have created mental visuals of imaginary countdowns and backgrounds to help me better monitor at which part of the rosary I am currently at.

This is because I have noticed that without something to focus onto or remind me, I usually carry on with the rosary on auto-pilot while doing stuff and I end up losing track where in the rosary I currently am, especially within the 10 Hail Mary's of each mystery.

And so I would like to share the rosary background I have devised, but please keep in my mind that these have no direct religious (or malicious) connotations (especially with dark & seemingly unholy themes) since it is purely a visual aesthetic on the back of my mind.

Apostle's Creed

Opening Prayer

Mysteries - Our Father

Mysteries - 1st Hail Mary

Mysteries - 2nd Hail Mary

Mysteries - 3rd Hail Mary

Mysteries - 4th Hail Mary

Mysteries - 5th Hail Mary

Mysteries - 6th Hail Mary

Mysteries - 7th Hail Mary

Mysteries - 8th Hail Mary

Mysteries - 9th Hail Mary

Mysteries - 10th Hail Mary

Mysteries - Glory Be

Mysteries - Fatima Prayer

Hail Holy Queen

Version 1.0, 2023 June 29

[holmslice69art]