'.....when dawn broke. he stirred awake, looked out through the window and gasped in shock. The beans his mother had thrown out in the garden had sprouted and grown into a tall and huge beanstalk. It reached all the way to the clouds.....'
you read the lines of the story. baby megumi staring curiously at the colourful pictures. he sat in between your legs, limbs stretched out, green socks protecting his feet from chill air. black strands messy, freshly bathed and ready to sleep.
when you were pregnant with megumi you had developed a habit of reading books a loud during lazy quite afternoons, or before heading to bed. wondering if your baby could ever his mama narrating out the stories for him.
when megumi was born you used to read him stories during nap time. he wouldn't understand most of the words coming out of your mouth, but he loved staring at the pictures, and listening to your calm voice as you read.
every night he bought you a new picture book from the shelf holding the book out towards you, both arms raised up as his tiny fingers held the book tightly.
you loved this little habit he had started, he'd sit in between your legs on the bed or snuggled up beside you as you read.
your husband had finished showering off his daily stress and had set into his pajamas now laying on the bed scrolling through his messages. the lamp lighting up the bedroom in a warm hue.
'......the ground began to shake. The old lady hurries Jack to hide behind the stove, when he hears a monstrous cry. Fee, fi, fo, fum. He sees the giant sit on the chair-'
"dada!" megumi gushes pointing his finger at the cartoon picture of a giant.
"dada" he repeats joyfully tapping the picture.
you snicker, letting out a chuckle, as you agree with your son.
"yes, baby it is dada"
toji who had been trying to fall asleep grunts in his sleep, clearly awake and listening. he settles himself on his elbow, half laying as he peeks in the book to see what your son was gushing at.
he lets out a snicker. megumi looks up at toji, big eyes staring at him. he giggles, stretching his arm out towards toji.
"dada!"
"mhhmm it's me kid." toji places a kiss on his forehead, he had sat up now, snuggling closer to you arms drapped around you and megumi.
you chuckled and continued reading the story as your two boys curled up in a quiet comfort. the dim lamp illuminating the pages of the book. all safe and comfy in your quite hideout. <3
kento would hold you in his arms as you broke down. he'd pat your back, move the strands of hair away from you face, wipe off the snot if you get messy while crying, while listening to you talk about your problems.
if you don't like being held he'd be a few feet away from you just to keep an eye or check on you, refilling the tissues, handling you a water bottle or your comfort plushie or anything you needed at that moment.
and after some time, when you've calmed down he'd hold you in his arms or place you on his lap and sit on a chair or a bed, wiping away the now damped eyelashes.
he'd make you sit on the bed with your back resting on the head board, bring you some dark chocolate and water first to increase your dopamine levels.
he'd bring tea or any drink of your choice to soothe your dried up throat and replenish you from inside.
he's the type of husband who'd hold your hands when your spiraling and ask you to breathe in deep and slow.
he's the type of husband, who loves his partner a lot.
he'd never want anyone or anything to upset you.
a/n: i'm back after a long time lol, i had exams. as usual ignore any errors. divider by @httpssturns ยฉ@bambidooobidoo don't translate, republish my writing muah<3
cw: age gap, size difference, fluff, not proofread.
a/n: ignore writing errors as usual.
divider by- @dollywons
ยฉ@bambidooobidoo don't translate, republish, or modify my writing. MUAH<3
age has settled on older bf caleb like a fermenting wine.
grey strands visible, body bulkier, bigger. his movements filled with years of discipline and routine. someone who'd wake up early and start his day by pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead, fixing your sleeping position so you slept comfortably, and covering your body with a blanket that you had earlier tossed away in your sleep at night.
older bf caleb would enjoy building miniature aircraft models as one of his hobbies during his spare time.
he'd enjoy it more with you sitting on his lap while he sits on his office chair, reading the instructions for the newest model he had bought.
your talking about this latest controversy you had recently heard in a youtube commentary video. your legs dangling off the side of the chair as you press yourself further into his chest.
his hand lazily rests on your thigh, he hums in between as a sign that he's listening, and he is. asking you questions in between.
"mhm" he hums as he observes the wing, his fingers gently tracing the airfoil structure of the body.
"yes, and can you imagine how she responded after what she did?" you ask him, lifting your head off his shoulders.
"oh, how so?" his eyes now focused on yours.
"SHE DIDN'T!
"she just went on with her life, that's it!
i mean like, how can anyone do that, as a celebrity aren't you like what, PR trained? i guess she's not. like she was soooooooo likeable in the beginning.
huh! it's quick how people change."
"the way she handled that was poor"
"I know right" you exclaim as you now sit straight, back firm.
"mhmmmm" he leans and presses a kiss to your forehead, signaling you to snuggle back into him.
he glues the mini cockpit on the plane, adding extra details.
once he's done, you exclaim in joy praising him while ruffling his hair as he picks your frame up, your thighs wrapping around his waist. he carries you to the bedroom where he can cuddle you and resume listening to you.
he loves how your voice gets rushed when you're telling something shocking or how you speak fast when you're excited. he loves how your body looks smaller next to his, how large his pinky looks next to yours, or how he can engulf your entire palm in his.
a/n: not proofread, so as usual ignore any spelling or grammatical mistakes
divider by- @cursed-carmine
ยฉ@bambidooobidoo don't translate, republish, or modify my writing. MUAH<3
his boots stomp against the tiles, the lock being undone. he enters his home, shoulders dropped and exhausted, eyebrow quirked up when he notices the dim light coming from the living room. he told you not to be up this late.
he places the keys in the dish, removing his boots as he makes his way towards the living room only to stop in his tracks when he takes in the view before him.
the softly lit lamp in the corner of the room casting a dim glow that spilled gently across walls and furniture.
in the middle of the room stood a cradle with baby megumi sleeping peacefully, his tiny fists clenching his blue blanket that had stars on it, mouth slightly open and drool dripping of his lips. and toji's sweet little wife knocked out on the sofa. one of your legs dangling off the edge and the other resting on the armrest.
he stares for a few minutes. the scar on his lips turning upwards. a soft smile forming on his lips.
he walks up towards the both of you, bends down arms slipping under your knees as he picks you up effortlessly and carrying you towards the bedroom.
he places you on the bed, you whine in your sleep at the sudden coldness of the mattress, shifting a bit. toji returns with megumi in his arms and places him carefully in the middle beside you and gets ready for the bed.
a few minutes pass and he settles beside you on the bed. a hand moving away the strands of hair from your face, he leans forward, lips pressing on both your's and megumi's forehead and places the blanket on all three of you.
yes he's had his fare share of rough days, where work feels a lot stressful and it aches his shoulders and neck, but he'd gladly endure those hardships as long as he gets to come back home to his wife and kid.
older bf kento and shopping โหห๐ขึดเปึดเปโ
cw: fluff, age gap, slight suggestive, NOT PROOFREAD. i think i might've made him slight ooc lol, my bad.
a/n: i am back after a few um, questionable weeks. plus as usual bad writing lol.
more dividers here-> ๐ฐ
ยฉ@bambidooobidoo don't translate, republish, or modify my writing. MUAH<3
kento loves taking his sweet girlfriend on shopping sprees.
he loves embracing your impulsive need to buy stuff, whether it'd be an overpriced plush keychain you saw on an actress's purse, or another scented candle that you just love the smell off. you have enough of candles at home but hey what's wrong with just another one right?
he loves listening to you, when you ramble about a certain piece of clothing you wish you had, or a new figurine you saw online.
he admires how your eyes lit up when you talk about this new hobby you wanted to just try out, or how your cheeks flush when you talk hours on end switching from one topic to another.
he's the type of gentlemen who waits outside the trial room.
the tie loosened around his neck as he leans on one of the walls of the trial room waiting for you, one arm holding his folded suit and in his pockets, the other using the phone, messaging last minute details to his colleagues.
he had decided to take you out shopping after his work asking you to be ready, and that he'll pick you up.
his head lifts up from his phone as he hears the curtains open, you step outside revealing your outfit.
one thing about kento is that he is blunt, he doesn't hesitate to give his opinions on the fabric you're wearing or so.
"i like the lace, it's delicate on your skin"
when you twirl for him revealing the back side of the dress, he always asks you if you're comfortable with the outfit your wearing,
even if you guys are leaving for a date night and he absolutely loves how the dress looks good on you, he always double checks with you if you're comfy.
"it seems like it has a wire underneath your chest, you sure you'd be ok? i can look for something similar that doesn't. "
he knows you like the back of his hand,
he's byhearted the way you'll reply to his concern, that you'll be fine or that beauty is pain.
he asks you because he's noticed how distressed you look when the clasp of a dress hurts, or how the bras are uncomfortable, or how those yoga pants he loves checking you out on, feel like skin but in an awkward way.
he'd rather see you naked or in one of his oversized t-shirts with nothing underneath, than in some expensive fancy lingerie.
this man isn't shy at all, he's gone through his fare share of partners, so he doesn't feel shy or unbothered while accompanying you through clothing aisles.
he stands stoic, arms in pocket patiently waiting and listening as you check out stuff, flipping through hangers, talking about this top you saw online.
he NEVER, and i mean EVER allows you to pay for anything.
grocery shopping, his hand moves faster than yours as he hands his card to the cashier.
you were craving takeout and were deciding to order, he's picked up your order from your favourite restaurant and is heading back home.
you whine, punching his arm.
"i have my own money too you know; i can pay for stuff."
"i know my darling, but let me just pay this last time and you can pay next time."
"you can buy us some ice cream, after we're done shopping."
he lies. he doesn't let you do that.
and he intends on keeping that way.
yes he supports you, he loves that you work and earn money for yourself, but he also loves it when you spend his money.
what can he do after all; in the end he's just a man in love โก
cw: smut, porn with plot, dark stuff, NOT PROOFREAD, etc.
AGE GAP, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
wc: 1.3k
a/n: this is a repost of the fic i posted some days ago, also note that if you don't like reading such stuff then please click off, and don't come at me.
i don't condone questionable or toxic or illegal stuff i write in my fics, so please take it as a piece of fiction and let it be.
also this is my first time writing something dark or twisted so please be merciful
divider by- @huraxy-dividers
ยฉ@bambidooobidoo don't translate, republish, or modify my writing. MUAH<3
when you first metย tojiย you were around 3 or 4, you don't remember it that well.
it was long time ago
but you do remember being a bit frightened by his presence. i mean who could blame your toddler self right?
a giant of a man claiming to be one of your 'dad's best buds' while literally having palms that could cover your whole kinder garden notebook.
you thought he was one of those scary men your mom used to tell stories about just so you could eat your vegetables, or do your homework, or go to bed early.
he gave strict dad vibes. someone who'd not yell or scold their children but if his kids argued back, he'd simply give them thatย lookย that said 'you have 5 secs'.
you were intimidated by him, but as the time went on and as youย bothย grew older, that feeling started to fade away.
yes you were still shy around him,
often fiddled with your fingers when you were nervous to talk too much around him, scared that he might not like chatty kids, gave shy smile when he greeted you.
then came the school stuff.
when your parents didn't wanted to attend the school fairs, they'd tell you how it was a waste of a good weekend, and that it'd be boring and time consuming for you to participate in.
they'd advice you on how you could spend that day studying on the subjects you lacked than participate in selling cheap stuff at your school.
he'd attend them, often buying most of the stuff from your stall.
he'd drop you back home in his old truck that smelled like leather and dust, while ruffling your hair, praising that you did well.
he'd was there for you, when your parents yelled at you for getting bad grades.
your report card covered with C's or D's or even F's laying peacefully on the coffee table. your fists bundled up in your lap, back hunched as you tried not to tear up while remembering what your parents had said, as you sat quietly onย hisย couch.
tojiย was busy in kitchen trying to find something in the fridge. when he came back, you noticed the box of your favourite ice cream placed next to your report card. you looked up at him, through your teary eyes. tears staining your cheek and runny nose.
you never looked pretty while crying.
you still think about that day, you ate ice cream and watched cartoons the entire afternoon. it was nothing much.
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you grew older, your hair longer, your body filling up t-shirts that were now a bit tight, your legs longer, your voice now softer.
toji grew bigger. grey strands starting to show up, chest filling up the shirt he wore to work, palms big enough to cover your whole face.
you'd often glance at at his hands when he sat next to you during family dinners. you didn't think much of it. not at first.
you definitely didn't stare at his huge arms or the way his muscles would flex when he twisted the lid of the jam bottle.
you didn't ogle at how his thighs were literal logs of wood compared to yours. or how thick his fingers looked when he passed the beer can to your dad.
you surely didn't squirm in your seat when he ate engulfed the entire plate of meat and rice in front of him in seconds like starving cave man, you wondered if he even chewed his food or not.
you blamed your teenage hormones for those ungodly thoughts.
shame creeping up your neck as you tried easing the pain in your now dripping cunt by suffocating a pillow in between your legs. shifting your body from a side to another, fingers dipping underneath the elastic of your panties, clumsily rubbing your lips.
you were young, clumsy, and sloppy even as you came.
the high reaching your mind like fog, the realisation hitting you. shame filling up your body,
he's your dad's friend,
he's like your second dad.
you can't think of him like that, that's disrespectful.
but it's really not big of a thing to be stressing about, mistakes happen, you're young it's not like you're gonna end up fucking him now are you? lol.
you promise yourself that it's just one time thing and it wouldย never everย repeat again. unaware of the sharp pair of eyes, observing your each and every movement through the small opening of your bedroom door.
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you did succeed in keeping that promise for a few weeks but screw the world, it's not like the worst things that could happen ok.
people have crushes,
and yes, having one on your dad's best friend is wrong, but it's not incest now is it. people do crimes and yet walk free on the streets with no trace of guilt on their faces.
so a silly crush is no big deal.
that's what you repeated to yourself for years and years until you grew into an 'adult' or that's what the society liked to call someone who just stopped being a minor few years ago.
and in these few years of your late teens or so, you started noticing the way he glanced at you, a bit too long to call it a glance. or how he'd hug you a little longer than one should, large palm resting on your back in a protective way.
or how he'd sit way too close while helping you with your studies, thighs pressing, one arm at the back of the couch while the other laid on top of the book that was on your lap pointing at the problem. explaining you on how to solve it.
your parents being the most oblivious ones (duh), didn't question his behaviour.
he wouldn't make such advances towardsย you.
he sees you as hisย daughter.
someone he'd seen grow up into a beautiful woman.
and so, the gestures began.
they weren't something intense at first.
a hand on your thigh underneath the dinner table. his palm just resting there, warm and heavy. his finger tips feeling the lace of your panties through the skirt.
or the way he'd literally squeeze you against the kitchen counter top when he saw you struggling to get a mug that he'd purposefully placed at the top most shelf.
his chest firm, barely leaving any space between you too. you could smell the bitter scent of cigarettes, and sweat masked with the 3 in 1 shampoo he used. his phone poking your ass. your breath shallow.
seeing how you didn't refuse when he invaded your personal space.
he gotย bolder.
you acted oblivious around him, unaware of the prying pair of eyes on you when you entered the room in those pajamas that made your butt look cute, a top bit too short and tight that when you stretched your tummy would be visible.
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you shouldn't be here; on his couch, his mouth lapped on your soaking pussy.
you were at his home for some help he offered when he saw how you were struggling with that one particular subject he used to tutor you when you were younger.
the books left unattended on the coffee table your head resting on the now messy cushions, shirt bunched up above your chest. the cold evening air perking up your nipples. your panties dangling of your leg.
slurping noises filling up your ear. his tongue licking you mound. hands on your inner thighs. lewd moans left your parted drooling lips.
"look who's acting dumb now? eh"
you could barely say anything. fingers gripping his grey strands pushing his face towards your pussy.
"p-please" your voice barely audible.
"huh, couldn't hear youย doll. use your big words."
a broken whine reached his ears, as he gave one big lick to your swollen twitching pussy, waiting for the words to fall of from your lips.
"please"ย thrusting his head in between your legs.
you could feel his lips grinning against your sensitive cunt.
welp he can't deny the pleads of his best friend's daughter now can he.
it's his duty to fulfill all your needs,
and so he will. happily.
you just have to open up your mouth andย ask him to do so.
Sorry I'm actually not going to shut up about this because shutting up is what keeps getting us into these fucking messes.
Have you noticed how your favourite fandom tags are filled with people not tailoring their experience and instead complaining about shit they could easily block / sending hate to people that are having fun? Over the smallest of things? Hybrid fics, pretty basic kinks, twin x readers, etc?
This is what people were telling you about a few years back when they said โdon't harass writers/artists over their taboo worksโ, โdon't try to sanitise people's creative worksโ, โdon't try to dictate what people can or can't writeโ, โcensorship in fandom is not good.โ
Because that was the start. That was the start and some of y'all won't swallow that fucking pill but it's true.
Because now we've nurtured a group of assholes who think the world revolves around them and their comfort.
Because now we've taken our safe space and made it into a moral high ground fest.
Because that problem wasn't cut at the root, now every loser with the access to the internet and one braincell loose thinks that their comfort dictates all and should be placed on a pedestal as if they're some infant god.
Fandom won't fix itself until we actually fix it. And until we push people like the above out of OUR space, it'll just keep getting worse.
My solution? Block blogs that complain and bitch about stuff they can just block. Callout people for their insufferable behaviour. It'll get messy but hey that's unfortunately what we've gotta start doing as the sane people on this hellsite.
apparently my writing about dad's bsf toji disappointed some people and it got taken down, or just randomly vanished and now I can't even see it in my drafts or posts.
and yeah it got deleted with no msg or notification from tumblr and I didn't delete so yeah.
I will either be questioning my life and being on hiatus ig.