She’s such a cutie (am I biased? Maybe but it’s the truth!)
Thought I’d give yall some quick fun facts/lore!
1. She’s 5’3 (160 cm)
2. She’s of Mexican descent/Mestiza and she’s more connected with her indigenous roots
3. Her family (which is just her, her mamá and abuela) move to Karakura, Japan while she’s in middle school due to her mothers career
4. She has short hair for most of her teens till the tybw arc and post timeskip when she allows herself to grow it out (she cuts it for spiritual purposes and practical bc she has an unholy amount of thick hair)
5. I ship her with Yasutora Sado (Chad). They meet in middle school, become friends in high school and don’t date till after the tybw arc and marry and have five children in the timeskip
6. She’s a talented singer and plays a lot of instruments (Chad was the only one to ever hear her sing) A great cook and bakery who has fun making delicious (yet still questionable) food with Orihime, a very good artist who loves drawing with Rukia, and was part of the handicrafts club with Uryu in high school and loves listening and sharing her punk music vinyls with Ichigo
6. Her favorite color is blue
7. Loves star and spiral shapes
8. Favorite food is mangos
9. As said, she has five children: First a set of twin boys (Taro and Kotora) Then a daughter (Himena), followed by a second daughter (Hanako) and last but not least a baby son (Daichi)
9. She is a decedent of La Llorona (who I name Atoyatl, Nahuatl for “running water”) and I change a lot of the myth to fit into my au. Lmk if yall want the in detail lore!
10. Nena is considered a full bringer. Like Orihime, she has to pieces of jewelry (in Nenas case two jade and obsidian bracelets) that have been passed down through the generations of woman in her family from the time of Atoyatl. From these two bracelets she has her weapons, her right she wields her macuahuitl and in her left she can sprout a shield made of a huge cempasuchil (marigold) flower.
That’s all I got for now folks (lies but I don’t want to make this post super long) I’ll see yall when I draw more of Nena and make her more complete. Bye! <3
♡. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐃 whimpers beautifully for a guy as intimidating as him. It had caught you off-guard when you first heard it, uncertain if it was just your wishful thinking or if he actually made the noise. To your pleasant surprise, when your eyes trailed up his gorgeous body, you were met with the sight of his futile attempts to stay composed, or at the very least, still.
His lips parted slightly as he let out another breathy whimper, fighting with every fibre of his being to stay quiet, but the velvety warmth of your mouth and the gentle caress of your oh-so soft tongue sent sparks of pleasure all throughout his body. You felt the pressure of his hand behind your head as he murmured something you couldn't quite make out. "H.. uhn…" he whined softly, the sound airy and desperate in a way that made you tingle between your legs.
When could he sound this beautiful? Was he hiding this from you? The idea made you swallow him deeper, the suction of your mouth intensifying, and your tongue swiping across his tip teasingly. He wouldn't be hiding any longer. "H- ah..! Mn— uh!" his whimpering intensified, his voice slowly breaking through, "no- espera—hng!", as his hips twitched at the sensation of your mouth on his dick. His grip on your head tightened and, against his will, he pushed you deeper. You know what that meant. His laboured breathing and the way his head fell back "mm-ah!". Before he could stop himself, he thrusted hard once, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat and triggering your gag reflex as he came.
The warm sensation of his cum filling your mouth quickly erased the sting of his thrust as you swallowed, cheeks hollowing and sucking him enough for his thighs to shake and his voice to spike. With a final suck, ensuring you've swallowed everything, you slipped away. Chad whimpered softly, "nh", missing the warmth mouth so soon before his eyes landed on you. His gaze was hazy, cheeks flushed, but as the realisation set in, he felt his cheeks flush all over again, hotter this time as he quickly broke eye contact.
I love making digital art (especially oc and Bleach anime related stuff) but friickers, I have a metric ton of unfinished work that I want to finish but can’t.
I have to finish punk rock Ichigo, Grimmjow, Shuhei and Chad to finish. Special protists of the blue haired, blue balled cocky bastard and Izuru for my online friends (Val and Kate this one is for you :3)
My Gachiakuta Oc, Jubi
Portraits of two mutuals oc’s
And drawing Urahara x Akira (oc) for another mutual, an idea my homie gave me. and nsfw Yoruichi for, you guessed it, another friend
Aughhh, I wish I had more time to do everything but work takes up most of my time and leaves me burned out and then I don’t interact with anyone bc I feel too tired to even do anything :(
I need to stop being a cry baby and grind harder (that’s what she said, heh)
F! Reader, oral m receiving, female masturbation, slight talk of injuries
Tybw spoilers
Tag: @villainsrtasty tagging you :p
Happy birthday Izuru
Izuru disliked his birthdays, always has. Ever since he was a child he's always hated the idea of being the center of attention. His friends always made a big deal about his birthday and while he enjoyed going out, drinking or partying with them he didn't care about his birthday.
That was until he met you. You never made a huge scene for his birthday and that's what he loved.
He only ever wanted one thing for his birthday and that was to stay in bed all day with you. He'd woken up that morning to your soft lips pressed to the crook of his neck. The outside word appeared a distant memory as he focused on the sensation of your lips on the sensitive skin of his neck.
“Good morning to you too.” He said-his voice thick with sleep.
“Good morning ‘Zu…Ready for your birthday present?” You asked through hooded eyes. He didn't have to reply, you already knew his answer. You slid the blanket off of the top half of his body. Uncovering his scarred chest, missing arm and the glaring hole that seemed to stare up at you. You could almost read his thoughts every time he caught you looking at his injuries. He felt like a monster, less than human but it was your job to make him feel human again.
You sat up and kissed the centre of his chest, he flinched at how close you were to the scarred skin but he trusted you to keep going. Your kisses trailed down from his chest until you landed a few choice kisses on his stomach. His muscles flexed and tensed and he let out a long sigh. Your touch always made him feel alive and relaxed all at once. It was as if just being with you breathed life back into his broken and beaten body.
You continued your descent down his body, disappearing under the blankets with a grin on your face. He glanced down at where you disappeared, he could feel one of your fingers slide into the waistband of his sweatpants. The way you pulled them down to release his leaking cock always made him weak. Your skilled hand worked its way up the shaft before a single finger teased the tip. He looked up at the ceiling, enjoying the sensation of you gliding your index finger along the top of his cock. You gathered the pearl of precum that was sitting there and then your mouth was on him. The warmth of your mouth engulfed his length in one swift movement and he couldn't help but buck his hips in response. Your hand fondled his balls while you moved your head in a steady pace up and down his length. He moaned quietly, trying to keep his composure but he knew it wouldn't remain composed for long if you kept going like this.
The tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat and he could hear the slightest of gags come from your mouth but you didn't cease your movements. If anything, you only got faster and more elaborate. You used your tongue to swirl around his tip every time you lifted your head and then you were forcing his cock back into your mouth as deep as it would go. He couldn't take it anymore, he threw the blanket off your body so he could get a better look at you. The blanket hit the ground with a gentle thud and he nearly came on the spot when he locked eyes with you.
“You're so beautiful like this.” He admired and when you groaned in response the vibrations almost sent him over the edge. He threw his head back and whined desperately as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. He didn't mean to but you took it like a champ, you always did.
He could feel his balls tighten already and he knew he was getting close. He felt something inside him ready to snap at any moment and you could sense it too. You moaned around him and he forced himself to look at you. What he saw was your fingers digging inside your panties as you rubbed your sensitive little clit. He watched you rocking your hips along your own fingers while you sucked the life out of him. The obscene wet sounds that filled the room mixed with the sounds of both of your moans is what sent him over the edge. His balls tightened and his legs twitched while thick ropes of cum shot into that glorious mouth of yours. As soon as he came you did too, he was mesmerized as he watched you grind against your own fingers while swallowing his entire load without wasting a single drop. You slid his cock from your mouth with a distinct pop before sliding your fingers out from your now drenched underwear.
“Happy birthday, Izuru.” You said softly-a drop of cum escaping your mouth and sliding down your chin. Izuru sat up and cupped your face with his hand. Every inch of his skin felt as if it was electrified in the best way possible as he looked deep into your eyes.
“That was the best birthday present, I love you.” He said softly
“Love you too” you said in response and Izuru smiled feeling as if he was the luckiest dead man in the world.
what started off as shy kissing turned into slow sex, the channel on the tv long forgotten while it plays softly in the background of your minds, busier taking in your breaths and sounds of limbs shifting around on the sheets.
his large hand smoothes over the soft skin of your ass, feeling over every curve or mark there is. you’re both shy, hiding your face halfway in the sheets while you peek your eye to look at him from behind as best as you can , while his gaze is shadowed by his hair. locked onto the motion of your body.
he moves you back and forward, carefully and slowly, letting himself slip out and get sucked back in, the sound of your soaked hole taking him back in leaving your face mildly hot as you flush.
You’re not embarrassed or shy about it as he is though, rather taking it in as it gets his cock somehow harder, glad the tv served as a luminous light to highlight your back, your curves and your sides in the dark room you two could barley see in.
Clothes were laid carelessly on the floor, not in a hurry, but from prioritizing the moment as you let them fall wherever they wanted to land, when the two of you started kissing.
Your shirt and undergarments were the first to go, his big hands making their way to your breasts as he massaged and caressed them in his hands, making you squirm in his lap before bringing his thumbs to circle around your nipple slowly.
The foreplay between you two is what made you so what in the first place, two teenagers being intimate for the first time away from the eyes of everybody, but you two.
It took a while for you to take, Chad needing to prep you while you were laid out on your back, his fingers scissoring inside you slowly, in and out, stretching you open so slightly so it didn’t cause too much pain when you got to the real thing.
And he took his time with you, anyway, being the first time with each other, and your hormones playing a part in tonight’s decision making. But he continued to keep the mood soft and intimate as he placed a hand on your hip, angling himself over so that he could bury himself and slide inside deeper, watching your face scrunch in pleasure as your brows arched and furrowed.
Your toes curled from the way he slid himself so deeply inside, trying your best not to shift as you liked this position, being motioned back and forth while the cotton of the sheets underneath you rubbed your nipples, adding to the sensation even further.
Chad didn’t slow down, or pick up his pace, keeping his thrusts slow and mild as he took his time to embrace you, take care of you and pleasure you, wanting this intimacy to last.
There were days his cock grew hard at the thought of you, his boxers leaking precum when he couldn’t stop those lewd thoughts of you. But he’s glad he waited, rather pleasuring himself with you than to the thought of. Times his mind raced with sexual thoughts of you on accident, or teenage hormones got the best of him and tempted him to please himself in his lonesome.
But he waited, rocking you back and forth to the rambling sounds of the tv and your soaking hole taking him in, as he came hard and deep to the sound of you crying out softly in pleasure.
This one's a gift for you @sweetang3lbby444 (although if you wanna draw Izuru for me in response I won't say no tehe)
Slowly getting back into writing again, hopefully this is a good warmup 💪🏼😈
NSFW under the cut CHAD IS IN HIS 20s HERE MDNI
Some slight fluff followed by smut
Cw: p in v, Chad is down bad, creampie, reader gets fucked dumb(sorry but I love writing this hehe)
Chad had admired you from a distance for what felt like forever. You both went to the same coffee shop, he had memorized your order the first day he saw you. He still remembered that cute outfit you wore paired with those tired eyes of yours. All puffy and pink-had you been crying? He thought about approaching you but he couldn't do it.
This went on for months, every morning after his work out he would slink into the coffee shop. Occasionally you'd be there already-sitting in the corner with your air pods in. He studied the way your face softened when you took a sip out of your coffee cup.
Other times you'd arrive after him and he'd watch you place your order. Always so polite when you'd order your drink. He noticed that two or three times a week you'd order a sweet treat to go along with your coffee. He took note of which ones were your favorite.
Chad felt like a creep-watching you like that from a distance but he didn't have the courage to approach you. Every time he thought about it he got butterflies in his stomach. What would he say? How would he say it? How would you respond? What if you got so freaked out by him that you never came back to the coffee shop again?
Chad sighed as he took his usual seat at the coffee shop. You hadn't arrived yet so once he collected his coffee and sat down he stared out onto the quiet street. Still early-the sun had only just begun to rise in the sky. The early mornings were his favorite time-the streets were always so calm and he could enjoy the silence. The coffee shop slowly filled with customers but he didn't hear your voice yet. He could always recognize the soft way you spoke the moment you opened your mouth.
"This seat taken?" A familiar voice asked which almost caused him to jump out of his skin. He turned his head to see you standing there. Two coffees in your hands. Chad couldn't believe his eyes-this was the first time you'd spoken to him officially and he could feel his heart thumping inside his chest.
"you can have it." He said in response. He expected you to pick the chair up and take it to another table because there was no way you actually wanted to share a table with him. But to his surprise you let a warm smile appear on your lips while you slid into the chair opposite him. You sat both coffees down on the table before sliding one over to him. Black coffee swished around in the white, porcelain cup but your steady hand kept it from spilling.
"that's for you. Black with no sugar, right?" You asked and he blinked at you.
"That's right..." Was all he could say as you beamed at him.
"I've seen you watching me for some time now. I thought for sure you'd approach me but..." You said with a twisted frown before taking a sip out of your coffee cup which looked way too sweet for him. Just like you-you were too sweet for him and here you were, sitting opposite him like it was a regular day to you.
"I...Um..." Chad stammered and then looked down at his coffee. The one you had bought him. He mentally discarded the one he'd bought himself earlier and instead chose to take a sip of the one you bought him. Somehow it tasted better than any other coffee he'd ever tasted before.
"What's your name?" You asked while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Yasutora Sado but...My friends call me Chad." He replied with a slight smile.
"Oh? What about people who want to be...More than friends? What do they call you?" You asked with a few innocent blinks before taking a sip of your coffee. Chad almost choked on nothing as you spoke. His cheeks felt warm as he watched you swallow the coffee.
"what's uh...Your name?" He asked before taking another sip of his drink. The warmth of the coffee going down his throat did nothing to ease his racing heart.
You told him your name and he nodded because he realized in all this time he'd observed you-he never got your name.
The two of you spoke for what felt like five minutes but ended up being over two hours. He opened up more and more as time went by and when you eventually stood up to leave he couldn't believe his luck when you tucked a small piece of paper into his jacket pocket. He pinched it between his thumb and index finger and lifted it out to find your phone number-followed by a crudely drawn winky face. His mouth dried up but when he lifted his head to speak, you were already gone.
That night Chad wasted no time in sending you a text message. The message he got back from you almost caused his heart to burst from his chest the moment he read it
'come over ;)'
And he was at your place as quickly as his car would allow him to go. He didn't even check the clock, didn't care what the time was. He just knew that once he arrived at your place you'd be waiting there for him.
Once he was inside your house you wasted no time dragging him into your bedroom. He was painfully erect at this point and when you locked your soft lips onto his he thought he could cum just from kissing you. You helped each other undress-hungrily peeling each other's clothes off and despite the fact that he wanted to take his time with you-he couldn't. Not when you were grinding against him like you were in heat.
You pushed him onto your bed and climbed over him. Your breasts hung over his face-so tempting and easy for him. He wasted no time in latching his mouth onto one of your perky nipples and the little whine you let out caused his cock to twitch underneath you. He swirled his tongue along the perky bud and sucked-you arched into his touch and let out a shaky breath.
"You been...fuck... Fantasizing about this for months, huh, baby?" You asked with a groan as you slid your slick folds against his pelvis. Chad removed his mouth with a pop before attaching his mouth to the other nipple. He gave this one the same treatment-licking and sucking while you rocked your hips against his pelvis. The arousal from your eager pussy leaked from out and Chad could feel the warmth on his skin.
"Condom?" Chad asked in his lust filled state
"don't need one baby, I'm on the pill. You can cum inside if you want." You suggested and Chad grinned as you spoke. He dug his hands into your hips before rolling you over and pinning you down underneath him.
"Is that what you want? Want me to cum inside?" Chad asked and he could feel his cheeks warm up at his own words.
"Yes, I want that. Need you inside me now." You whined as you arched your back and wrapped your legs around his hips. Chad kissed your neck but to your dismay he shook his head.
"Let me make sure you're ready first.' Chad muttered in your ear before sliding one of his thick hands in between your bodies. His skilled hand found your needy clit and he wasted no time in rubbing lazy circles onto it. You were already dripping and your clit was so swollen that his finger rubbing that needy little bundle of nerves was driving you insane.
"Need you..." You begged but he shook his head once more.
"Let me make sure you can take me. I'll take care of you, don't worry." He reassured you before sneaking one of his thick fingers against your entrance. You pussy clenched in anticipation while Chad eased it inside of you. You arched into him as his finger dragged inside your cunt like he'd already mapped out all the places that would be you squirm.
"Oh my...Fuck." You gasped when he found your g-spot almost immediately. Once he found it he curled his finger and pressed his thumb to your clit. Your walls clenched around him as you threw your head back and gripped the sheets underneath you.
"That the spot?" Chad asked but he knew the answer by the way your juicy cunt gripped onto his finger. You could feel a familiar tingling pressure building up deep inside you as he worked you with his fingers. His eyes were locked onto your face as he watched the way your face contorted and twisted with pleasure.
Chad picked up the pace with his finger before inserting a second finger. The knuckles on both of your hands turned white with how hard you were gripping the sheets. All the while-he continued to toy with your clit using his thumb. The combined sensations sent you hurdling over the edge as your cunt fluttered and clamped down on his fingers. You gushed all over his fingers as you arched your back and opened your mouth in a silent scream. He worked you through your orgasm-only stopping when you twitched from the overstimulation. His fingers slid from your pussy while he shifted the angle of his hips and aimed his cock towards your pussy. You gazed down and for the first time you took in the sheer size of that cock of his. To say he was big would be an understatement. He was long, girthy and veiny-no wonder he wanted to make sure you were ready for it.
He slid the tip against your entrance and bit his bottom lip while he slid his shaft further inside. You were still dazed from your earlier orgasm but the stretch was intense.
"Too much?" He asked when he saw the pained expression on your face. You shook your head rapidly
"It's a lot but don't stop." You admitted and he nodded in response. He pushed in further, your pussy swallowing his cock inch by glorious inch until he finally bottomed out. His breath fanned against the soft skin of your neck as he let out a long sigh.
When he moved you felt his cock twitch and you felt like he was kissing your cervix every time he thrust back into you. He pace was brutally slow and gentle as he dragged his veiny cock in and out of your gushing pussy. Thick arms caged you in as he pressed his lips to your neck. He was having a hard time remaining composed while he sensually fucked into you.
"Chad...Harder...I need it harder." You managed to say in your fucked out state. Chad hesitated but only for a moment before grabbing a handful of your thigh and throwing it over his shoulder. The new angle forced a loud gasp out of you as he responded to your request by thrusting into you harder. The sound of skin on skin mixed with the wet sounds from your pussy filled the room as he pounded into you hard. Each time he pushed past your folds-your pussy clutched him tighter and tighter. Drool dripped from your mouth as you writhed and moaned underneath him. The glide of his cock pressed against your g-spot and you threw your head back violently.
"Rub your pussy for me, I want to feel you cum." Chad requested and you whined in response but like the good girl you were you allowed your hand to find your needy little clit. You rubbed circles in time with his thrusting and felt your climax approaching once more. It felt deeper this time and you knew it was going to be even more intense than the last one.
"Fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." You begged and you could feel that coil tightening inside you. You were babbling nonsense, rubbing your clit with one hand and clawing at the sheets with the other.
"I'm close too, cum with me." Chad moaned in your ear and you nodded desperately.
"Feels so good, I'm...fuck." You groaned deeply as his hips continued to slap against you. The coil snapped and you let out an almost pornographic moan as your cunt clenched around his veiny cock. He let out a low growl before emptying a load into you. You felt the twitch of his cock followed by the warmth of his seed filling you. The grip on the sheets loosened as you let out a long sigh. Chad kissed your neck while he rode out both of your orgasms. Inside you could feel his cock soften before he pulled out and flipped down beside you. You both lay there-bodies glistening with sweat and that glow that you only get after good sex. His hair was stuck to his swear drenched forehead as he stared up at the ceiling-his chest heaving and his eyes fluttering. His seed leaked out onto your bed but you didn't care, you were just lying there feeling so unbelievably fucked out but overwhelmingly satisfied.
After a long silence the mattress shifted as Chad sat up
"Let me clean you up." He said
"Oh, my towels are-"
"I don't need a towel..." He cut you off before lowering himself down, down, down until he was in between your legs. He forced your thighs open and gave you a hungry look before diving into your cum filled pussy.
As Chad ate your pussy like a man starved you had to ask yourself what exactly had you gotten yourself into? However-you certainly weren't complaining. Not when his tongue felt so good slurping up your combined juices.
This one's a gift for you @sweetang3lbby444 (although if you wanna draw Izuru for me in response I won't say no tehe)
Slowly getting back into writing again, hopefully this is a good warmup 💪🏼😈
NSFW under the cut CHAD IS IN HIS 20s HERE MDNI
Some slight fluff followed by smut
Cw: p in v, Chad is down bad, creampie, reader gets fucked dumb(sorry but I love writing this hehe)
Chad had admired you from a distance for what felt like forever. You both went to the same coffee shop, he had memorized your order the first day he saw you. He still remembered that cute outfit you wore paired with those tired eyes of yours. All puffy and pink-had you been crying? He thought about approaching you but he couldn't do it.
This went on for months, every morning after his work out he would slink into the coffee shop. Occasionally you'd be there already-sitting in the corner with your air pods in. He studied the way your face softened when you took a sip out of your coffee cup.
Other times you'd arrive after him and he'd watch you place your order. Always so polite when you'd order your drink. He noticed that two or three times a week you'd order a sweet treat to go along with your coffee. He took note of which ones were your favorite.
Chad felt like a creep-watching you like that from a distance but he didn't have the courage to approach you. Every time he thought about it he got butterflies in his stomach. What would he say? How would he say it? How would you respond? What if you got so freaked out by him that you never came back to the coffee shop again?
Chad sighed as he took his usual seat at the coffee shop. You hadn't arrived yet so once he collected his coffee and sat down he stared out onto the quiet street. Still early-the sun had only just begun to rise in the sky. The early mornings were his favorite time-the streets were always so calm and he could enjoy the silence. The coffee shop slowly filled with customers but he didn't hear your voice yet. He could always recognize the soft way you spoke the moment you opened your mouth.
"This seat taken?" A familiar voice asked which almost caused him to jump out of his skin. He turned his head to see you standing there. Two coffees in your hands. Chad couldn't believe his eyes-this was the first time you'd spoken to him officially and he could feel his heart thumping inside his chest.
"you can have it." He said in response. He expected you to pick the chair up and take it to another table because there was no way you actually wanted to share a table with him. But to his surprise you let a warm smile appear on your lips while you slid into the chair opposite him. You sat both coffees down on the table before sliding one over to him. Black coffee swished around in the white, porcelain cup but your steady hand kept it from spilling.
"that's for you. Black with no sugar, right?" You asked and he blinked at you.
"That's right..." Was all he could say as you beamed at him.
"I've seen you watching me for some time now. I thought for sure you'd approach me but..." You said with a twisted frown before taking a sip out of your coffee cup which looked way too sweet for him. Just like you-you were too sweet for him and here you were, sitting opposite him like it was a regular day to you.
"I...Um..." Chad stammered and then looked down at his coffee. The one you had bought him. He mentally discarded the one he'd bought himself earlier and instead chose to take a sip of the one you bought him. Somehow it tasted better than any other coffee he'd ever tasted before.
"What's your name?" You asked while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Yasutora Sado but...My friends call me Chad." He replied with a slight smile.
"Oh? What about people who want to be...More than friends? What do they call you?" You asked with a few innocent blinks before taking a sip of your coffee. Chad almost choked on nothing as you spoke. His cheeks felt warm as he watched you swallow the coffee.
"what's uh...Your name?" He asked before taking another sip of his drink. The warmth of the coffee going down his throat did nothing to ease his racing heart.
You told him your name and he nodded because he realized in all this time he'd observed you-he never got your name.
The two of you spoke for what felt like five minutes but ended up being over two hours. He opened up more and more as time went by and when you eventually stood up to leave he couldn't believe his luck when you tucked a small piece of paper into his jacket pocket. He pinched it between his thumb and index finger and lifted it out to find your phone number-followed by a crudely drawn winky face. His mouth dried up but when he lifted his head to speak, you were already gone.
That night Chad wasted no time in sending you a text message. The message he got back from you almost caused his heart to burst from his chest the moment he read it
'come over ;)'
And he was at your place as quickly as his car would allow him to go. He didn't even check the clock, didn't care what the time was. He just knew that once he arrived at your place you'd be waiting there for him.
Once he was inside your house you wasted no time dragging him into your bedroom. He was painfully erect at this point and when you locked your soft lips onto his he thought he could cum just from kissing you. You helped each other undress-hungrily peeling each other's clothes off and despite the fact that he wanted to take his time with you-he couldn't. Not when you were grinding against him like you were in heat.
You pushed him onto your bed and climbed over him. Your breasts hung over his face-so tempting and easy for him. He wasted no time in latching his mouth onto one of your perky nipples and the little whine you let out caused his cock to twitch underneath you. He swirled his tongue along the perky bud and sucked-you arched into his touch and let out a shaky breath.
"You been...fuck... Fantasizing about this for months, huh, baby?" You asked with a groan as you slid your slick folds against his pelvis. Chad removed his mouth with a pop before attaching his mouth to the other nipple. He gave this one the same treatment-licking and sucking while you rocked your hips against his pelvis. The arousal from your eager pussy leaked from out and Chad could feel the warmth on his skin.
"Condom?" Chad asked in his lust filled state
"don't need one baby, I'm on the pill. You can cum inside if you want." You suggested and Chad grinned as you spoke. He dug his hands into your hips before rolling you over and pinning you down underneath him.
"Is that what you want? Want me to cum inside?" Chad asked and he could feel his cheeks warm up at his own words.
"Yes, I want that. Need you inside me now." You whined as you arched your back and wrapped your legs around his hips. Chad kissed your neck but to your dismay he shook his head.
"Let me make sure you're ready first.' Chad muttered in your ear before sliding one of his thick hands in between your bodies. His skilled hand found your needy clit and he wasted no time in rubbing lazy circles onto it. You were already dripping and your clit was so swollen that his finger rubbing that needy little bundle of nerves was driving you insane.
"Need you..." You begged but he shook his head once more.
"Let me make sure you can take me. I'll take care of you, don't worry." He reassured you before sneaking one of his thick fingers against your entrance. You pussy clenched in anticipation while Chad eased it inside of you. You arched into him as his finger dragged inside your cunt like he'd already mapped out all the places that would be you squirm.
"Oh my...Fuck." You gasped when he found your g-spot almost immediately. Once he found it he curled his finger and pressed his thumb to your clit. Your walls clenched around him as you threw your head back and gripped the sheets underneath you.
"That the spot?" Chad asked but he knew the answer by the way your juicy cunt gripped onto his finger. You could feel a familiar tingling pressure building up deep inside you as he worked you with his fingers. His eyes were locked onto your face as he watched the way your face contorted and twisted with pleasure.
Chad picked up the pace with his finger before inserting a second finger. The knuckles on both of your hands turned white with how hard you were gripping the sheets. All the while-he continued to toy with your clit using his thumb. The combined sensations sent you hurdling over the edge as your cunt fluttered and clamped down on his fingers. You gushed all over his fingers as you arched your back and opened your mouth in a silent scream. He worked you through your orgasm-only stopping when you twitched from the overstimulation. His fingers slid from your pussy while he shifted the angle of his hips and aimed his cock towards your pussy. You gazed down and for the first time you took in the sheer size of that cock of his. To say he was big would be an understatement. He was long, girthy and veiny-no wonder he wanted to make sure you were ready for it.
He slid the tip against your entrance and bit his bottom lip while he slid his shaft further inside. You were still dazed from your earlier orgasm but the stretch was intense.
"Too much?" He asked when he saw the pained expression on your face. You shook your head rapidly
"It's a lot but don't stop." You admitted and he nodded in response. He pushed in further, your pussy swallowing his cock inch by glorious inch until he finally bottomed out. His breath fanned against the soft skin of your neck as he let out a long sigh.
When he moved you felt his cock twitch and you felt like he was kissing your cervix every time he thrust back into you. He pace was brutally slow and gentle as he dragged his veiny cock in and out of your gushing pussy. Thick arms caged you in as he pressed his lips to your neck. He was having a hard time remaining composed while he sensually fucked into you.
"Chad...Harder...I need it harder." You managed to say in your fucked out state. Chad hesitated but only for a moment before grabbing a handful of your thigh and throwing it over his shoulder. The new angle forced a loud gasp out of you as he responded to your request by thrusting into you harder. The sound of skin on skin mixed with the wet sounds from your pussy filled the room as he pounded into you hard. Each time he pushed past your folds-your pussy clutched him tighter and tighter. Drool dripped from your mouth as you writhed and moaned underneath him. The glide of his cock pressed against your g-spot and you threw your head back violently.
"Rub your pussy for me, I want to feel you cum." Chad requested and you whined in response but like the good girl you were you allowed your hand to find your needy little clit. You rubbed circles in time with his thrusting and felt your climax approaching once more. It felt deeper this time and you knew it was going to be even more intense than the last one.
"Fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." You begged and you could feel that coil tightening inside you. You were babbling nonsense, rubbing your clit with one hand and clawing at the sheets with the other.
"I'm close too, cum with me." Chad moaned in your ear and you nodded desperately.
"Feels so good, I'm...fuck." You groaned deeply as his hips continued to slap against you. The coil snapped and you let out an almost pornographic moan as your cunt clenched around his veiny cock. He let out a low growl before emptying a load into you. You felt the twitch of his cock followed by the warmth of his seed filling you. The grip on the sheets loosened as you let out a long sigh. Chad kissed your neck while he rode out both of your orgasms. Inside you could feel his cock soften before he pulled out and flipped down beside you. You both lay there-bodies glistening with sweat and that glow that you only get after good sex. His hair was stuck to his swear drenched forehead as he stared up at the ceiling-his chest heaving and his eyes fluttering. His seed leaked out onto your bed but you didn't care, you were just lying there feeling so unbelievably fucked out but overwhelmingly satisfied.
After a long silence the mattress shifted as Chad sat up
"Let me clean you up." He said
"Oh, my towels are-"
"I don't need a towel..." He cut you off before lowering himself down, down, down until he was in between your legs. He forced your thighs open and gave you a hungry look before diving into your cum filled pussy.
As Chad ate your pussy like a man starved you had to ask yourself what exactly had you gotten yourself into? However-you certainly weren't complaining. Not when his tongue felt so good slurping up your combined juices.
𑣲⋆｡˚ in which... satoru gojo gets a pie to the face after being particularly annoying
pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader (fluff)
i was pissed off at him and @riathevamp gave me this idea <3 (@izuruswife69 this is for you too)
this is probably one of the dumbest things i've written but i'm giggling so whatever
honestly, you couldn't remember how you and satoru gojo had become an item. he was a mildly irritating instructor at jujutsu high. despite his near neverending jokes and taunts, somehow, in between all of that, you'd gotten to know him. behind his arrogant attitude he really was quite sweet. he had lent you his strength on numerous occasions at this point, his immense strength able to save your ass from multiple special grades.
...
he came up behind you in complete silence, grabbing onto your shoulders, "i'm going to bring you to pay a visit to a friend of mine today!" he announced, his voice loud and cheerful. satoru didn't have many friends, at least none that you knew about. he spent most of his time with his students or you. you turned around, giving him a nod, "okay! special occasion?" he shook his head, "not really, just thought it would be beneficial if you meet." his voice came out low, in the way it does when he's disguising his true motives. you couldn't think to much about it before he pressed a kiss to the side of your face.
you arrived in the office of kento nanami and exchanged brief pleasantries with him. nanami was a man of very few words. his face remained straight, seeming completely unbothered by gojo's antics. twenty minutes of silence had gone by before gojo broke it by exclaiming, "let's play a game!" nanami looked up at him, clearly agitated now. gojo did not stop, "name all the things you like about satoru gojo! see who names the most! my turn! everything!" he looked to you to say something, but you gave him a short smile instead. he looked offended at your silence.
you stood up and walked over to him. leaning down, gojo disengaged his limitless ability, and you kissed the side of his head. "do you ever stop talking, gojo?" you joked, giggling at yourself while reaching behind your back for something you stashed in your bag. you'd been waiting for a moment like this for weeks. the perfect moment to strike. you think to yourself, "six eyes and none of them will have seen this coming..."
before anyone could realize what you were doing, it was already happening. *splat,* remnants of pie and whipped cream spread onto gojo's face and hair. the whipped cream blending in with the white of his hair. he removed the glasses from his head and turned around, his bright blue eyes gazing into you with an intensity you'd never seen. you glanced over at nanami, who was slightly smiling. maybe the only time you'd ever see him smile. he covered his face with his paper to stifle a laugh.
"i guess that means you don't like anything about satoru gojo? or my game? you wound me, my love." a dramatically false pout took over his face. you laughed and shook your head, "hey! i didn't say that! i just think you could be a little more humble, gojo." he sighed, "alright, if you insist."
Me and @zoroara have made a fun little event for artists and writers. This can be for canon characters or for ocs!
The main days of the event are the ones first listed, the bonus days are for those who want to do more or if you don’t want to do any of the main prompts. :3
Synopsis: putting a sex ban on your husband? Lol let’s see how long that lasts
Feat: gris, bro, enjin, tamsy, corvus, zodyl x afab!wife!reader (individual)
Content: bit of humor (wife is mad over something dumb), unprotected sex, size kink, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pússydrunk men, use of blindfold (bro), mating press, doggy style/pronebone, choking, manhandling, mean dom!zodyl, lots of teasing, I hope I didn’t forget anything but I apologize if I did!
master list - here w/c - 6k (average 1k each)
♥︎ —Gris Rubion - 3 days
Your husband, as sweet as he is, doesn’t always know how to control his strength.
He’s a big guy, and fairly strong, so manhandling is something you’re accustomed to when you’re having sex. Usually you don’t mind it—love it even. But this last time you were left unable to walk properly for several days and it prevented you from effectively assisting the Supporters on your latest job.
So, you told him he was banned from sex for a week.
Not even cause you were really that mad at him (after all you were partially to blame for egging him on for another round or three) but you just needed a break from the insatiable beast that was your husband.
Initially, Gris was truly apologetic. The last thing he wanted was to cause you any discomfort. And the first day, he respected your wishes.
The second day, his composure started waning. Little things like you usually did like kissing his cheek or getting dressed in front of him admittedly got him a bit hot under the collar. Even actions that weren’t remotely sexual like you putting on lipstick had him squirming in his seat. Especially knowing that he was prohibited from taking things further, it just made him want you even more.
He really tried. He truly did. But if it’s one thing Gris could never do was ignore you.
And only three days into the ban, Gris was unable to resist you no matter how much he tried.
“G-Gris?!” You gasp when you’re suddenly pushed against the wall. Your husband’s hands creep up your shirt, his touch eliciting electricity across your nerves. He gropes your breast, and you try not to moan as they make their way lower. “H-hey, wait!”
“I’m sorry,” Gris mumbled. He dips his head into the crook of your neck. “I really tried. Tried to hold back, but—fuck—I can never stay away from you for too long. Can’t stop thinking about you or this sweet pussy.”
Gris presses himself flush against you, his hands dipping beneath the waistband of your panties. When he finds that you’re already wet for him, he groans. You can feel the strain of his erection, thick and hard against his thigh, as he ruts against your ass.
“P-please? Fuck. Let me feel you?” Gris stammers. “I need you. I-I’ll be gentle this time.”
Perhaps it’s the way he sounds so needy—desperate—pathetically trying to grind against you the get himself off that you relent in a moment of weakness. After all, the ball is currently in your court. Your husband is putty in your hand, all too willing to comply to your demands as long as it ends with you taking his cock.
“O-ok,” you shakily exhale, trying not to whimper at the way his fingers prodded at your entrance. “B-but only on one condition.”
“Fuck. Anything.”
“Put your mouth on me first. I want you to eat me out.”
Gris is all too eager to comply.
When you gave him the green light, he was immediately undressing you. He sunk to his knees to throw your leg over his shoulder before devouring you right then and there.
“S-shit! Gris!” You gasp, curling your fingers into his blond hair. He lets out a groan as you tug harshly. But his mouth stays firmly pressed against your cunt, his hands gripping your thighs and waist as he greedily tries to taste you more. His tongue is wicked, delving through your folds with tantalizing strokes that have your legs feeling weak.
“God. You’re so addicting,” Gris slurs. He don’t think he’d ever get tired of the sounds of your pretty moans. And the last couple days has been torture knowing he’d been deprived of being able to indulge himself in your sweet saccharine taste. “Fuck, please don’t be mad at me anymore. Don’t like it when my pretty wife ignores me.”
You shudder out a whine as his tongue fucks into you, rough and relentless. Anything but the gentle he promised. Though you couldn’t say you were mad. Not when he electrified all the nerves in your body, having your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.
And oh how sloppy he sounded.
Gris is messy, sucking and sucking, not caring about the drool or slick that coats his face and chin. Just tasting you has him so hard that he could cum in his boxers alone if he wasn’t so desperate to have you finish first.
“Can’t stand not being able to taste you either,” Gris drawls. You shiver when he places a sloppy kiss against your cunt. “Not being able to taste her. And just look at how much she’s dripping for me. Like she missed me too.”
“T-that’s not…o-oh shit…”
You cry out as he eases his fingers in alongside his tongue. The erotic squelch from when he curls them inward, searching for that sweet spot of yours, has his cock throbbing.
“I-it was only three days,” you whimper. “Y-you act like it’s been a week.
“Don’t care if it was twenty four hours. My point is, it was too long.”
Your clit tingles as he teases his teeth across the sensitive bundle of nerves. His lips glisten, coated messily with your arousal. He grips handfuls of your ass, holding you steady to try to drink up more of your addictive release as he grows rougher. And rougher.
“F-fuck, Gris, don’t stop,” you gasp.
You feel your head spin as the overwhelming pleasure overloads your senses. Tears brim your lashes. Your back arches up, pressing yourself firmly against his face as you tug on his hair, making him groan.
Dots spot your vision as your orgasm rolls through you. If it weren’t for Gris holding you up, your buckling knee would’ve given out. But when you look to your husband with that disheveled expression—an unspoken plea for more—his remaining restrain snaps.
Gris lifts you with ease and tosses you on to the bed. Before you could find the words to speak, his mouth is on yours hungrily while he finally frees his twitching cock from his boxers.
“Sorry, my love,” Gris grunts. You yelp as he suddenly and roughly manhandled you into the position he wanted, pulling you toward him and wrapping your legs around his waist. He rubs the swollen head of his cock against your clit, smearing precum across your folds like he was marking you as his.
Gris shudders at the thought.
“I know I promised this time to be gentle, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.”
♥︎ —Bro Santa - 14 days
When you told Bro about wanting a break from sex, because work stress was killing your libido, he is completely respectful of your wishes. It honestly has you feeling a tad guilty since he doesn’t even fight you on it or complain.
The first five or so days were fine. Bro continued to let you wake up in his arms each morning and would kiss you goodbye before heading off to work. The evening consisted of intimate cuddles and conversations, but it never progressed further than that.
You spent the time also working on your health, even meeting with Alice to discuss ways to balance your stress and what you could do to regulate your hormones. Honestly, with a few simple lifestyle changes, a week or so into the ban, you wanted your husband. Bad.
But strangely, Bro wouldn’t engage.
You tried everything. Being extra flirty and touchy. Walking around the bedroom in just a towel after showering. Intentionality bending over so he could get a view of your lacy panties.
Nothing.
And by the 14th day, two weeks after you implemented the ban, you’re convinced that your husband was mad at you.
“Are you not attracted to me anymore?” You blurt out when you and Bro are finally alone in your room. To his credit, Bro looks genuinely surprised.
“Whatever gave you that impression?”
“It’s just…this last week, I’ve tried everything to get you to have sex with me and you’ve shut down or ignored all my advances. So I’m convinced it’s cause you’re either mad at me for the ban, or you’re no longer attracted to me..”
You hadn’t realized you started crying until Bro cupped your cheek to wipe the tears away. “Believe me when I say I always want you. Not being able to touch you was truly torture on my end.”
“T-then why didn’t you say anything sooner? I only said no sex for a week.”
“Because I wanted to respect your boundaries,” Bro answered honestly. “Your comfort was more important than my desires. And until you verbally gave me the okay, I was going to continue to wait patiently.”
Your heart swoons and you think you’ve fallen in love with the man all over again.
“Please, Bro…” you whisper, pulling him to you by the front of his shirt. “I want you.”
Bro swallows thickly as you press closer, a dark look in his eye as he watches your movements intently. “Yeah? And how do you want me?” He asks.
“Hmm?” You stand on the tips of your toes to kiss his jaw. “B-behind, please.”
“S-shit.” Your husband shudders. “Take your clothes off then get on the bed. Hands and knees. Wait for further instruction.”
You try not to appear too eager as you all but skip over to the bed, pulling your shirt over your head and shimmying out of your underwear. Following Bro’s directions, you climb on to the mattress, resting on your hands and knees while you wait for him.
A nervous thrum of excitement courses through you, pooling in between your legs as you hear movement behind you, but you don’t dare look back. Unspoken orders just as well applied and you didn’t want to risk Bro deciding to punish you for misbehaving (though you’ll gladly push those buttons another time).
The bed dips.
You sense him before you feel him against your back. The warmth radiating off his chest has you trembling when all of a sudden, you can’t see.
“B-Bro—!?”
“Shh, relax. I’m here.”
He had covered your eyes with his beloved cloth.
Without your sight, all the other senses heightened, leaving you straining to make out where Bro was and what he was doing by touch and sound alone. And it left you feeling all the more sensitive—vulnerable.
“This okay?” Bro’s breath tickles your ear, making you shiver. He kisses your shoulder blade tenderly, his hands gently skimming up and down your waist. You shakily sigh, arms buckling slightly.
“Y-yeah. Hurry up,” you whimper.
Bro chuckles. “Patience, sweetheart. I haven’t had my fun with you yet.” He presses a kiss against the back of your neck. One of his hands found yours, his much larger palm comforting as your fingers intertwined. “You know I got you. Just let yourself go for me.”
He aligns his cock at your slick entrance, his other hand gripping you hips as he eases himself in slowly. Bro bites his lip to stifle his groans, trying not to move too fast to let you adjust to his size. You arm buckles, but he holds you steady as he continues to inch his cock forward.
“T-there you go.” Bro groans. “Taking me so well.”
Your tears dampen the cloth around your eyes. The stretch of him felt so much bigger from behind. And without your sight, your body reacted even stronger to the way his length nudged against your quivering walls, massaging the points where you’re most sensitive.
“A-ah…B-bro—“ your body slackens, but his arm wraps firm around your midsection. “Fuck—I-can’t…”
“You can,” Bro grunts. His breath his shaky, labored from holding himself back. “And you will.”
You cry out as his hips drive forward. The fat tip of his cock stretches your pussy to the brim. Your fluttering walls struggle to mold around the shape of his length, messy as your arousal drools onto the sheets. You feel the throbbing veins on the side of his length, and your stomach feels so full.
His breathy chuckle fills your ears. He cups your chin, turning you to face him. Bro kisses the tears streaking your cheeks. “See. Y’fit so perfectly around me,” he mumbles, tracing a hand over your hips and abdomen. “Can you feel me right here?”
You moan when he presses down ever so slightly. “P-please. I-i need—“
“Don’t worry,” Bro reassures. “I’ll give you what you need. We have fourteen days of lost time to make up after all.”
♥︎ —Enjin - Barely 48 hours
Enjin thought you were bullshitting when you said you were implementing a week long sex ban.
But you were 100% (well like 85ish percent) serious. You were more annoyed than anything with your husband’s seemingly inability to ever pull out. It wasn’t like you could easily find contraceptives like condoms or other birth control on the Ground. And you both usually tried hard to be careful, especially when you knew you’d be ovulating.
That never really quite stopped Enjin though. But how could you blame him?
True, he could stand to be a little more careful and at least attempt to pull out, cause quite honestly he doesn’t even try. It wasn’t his fault that whenever he felt you around his cock he lost all sense of reason. Blame your pussy for being so addicting in the first place.
And he’s not happy about the so-called ban. Especially when you turn on your side and go to sleep on the far edge of the bed makes him realize you were in fact not bullshitting.
Still, Enjin’s not going to accept this quietly. In fact, not only is he gonna complain about it the entire next day, but he’s going to drive you mad with your teasing until you ultimately break.
"Babeee, come on," Enjin drawls. He drapes himself across your back, his tattooed hands fluttering across your waist that honestly makes butterflies coil within your stomach. "How can I apologize and make it up to you if you keep ignoring me?"
"I-I'm not ignoring you," you hate the way your voice cracks, cause you know someone as attentive as Enjin has picked up on it. A momentary lapse in weakness. A sign that you're beginning to cave. "I'm talking to you right now."
"You know that's not what I mean."
One of his hands skirts up your shirt. You bite back a moan as he gropes your beast, pinching your sensitive nipple since you weren't wearing a bra to prepare for bed. Enjin presses his lips to the back of your neck, continuing to work his hands up. He grins as you lean back into his chest. Your body trembles ever so slightly from his touch.
"E-Enjin...I-I said yesterday..."
"I know, I know," Enjin surprisingly laughs. "Look, if you want me to stop, just say the word, and I'll back away. But--" you whimper when he pulls away, the loss of touch making you ache for it all the more. "I'm also not continuing until you tell me what you want."
"I--"
Fuck. Who were you kidding but yourself? You could lie about your desires all you wanted, but it didn't change the fact how bad you wanted him. But, you weren't going to make it easy for Enjin. You too, knew how to manipulate the situation in your favor.
You turn to face your husband and muster up the most serious expression you could. "I want you to apologize."
"Hmm? And how can I apologize to my pretty wife?"
"Make me cum, and then I'll consider forgiving you," you instruct.
Enjin's smirk widens. "Say less."
His mouth is on yours--hot and desperate--while his hands cup under your thighs to carry you to the bed. He kisses you with fervor, trying to swallow up your moans and savor the taste of your lips against his. Enjin drops you on to the bed, leaving you panting while pulling his shirt over his head. You trace a hand across his chest along the intricate designs of his tattoos.
Your touch makes him shiver.
"Careful," Enjin warns. "I won't be as gentle if you feel me up like that."
"Is that a promise?" You ask sweetly, continuing to feel down his firm abdomen over his crotch. He groans when you squeeze him, the swell of his cock already beginning to strain uncomfortably against the fabric of his boxers.
In one swift movement, Enjin has you flipped on to your stomach, your face shoved into the pillows. He adjusts your hips to the height he wants, squeezing your ass playfully.
""Yer such a brat, you know?" Enjin exhales shakily. He fumbles to free his length from his boxers. Beads of pre pearl from the tip when his cock slaps against his lower abdomen, streaking across his abdomen. "Was this all part of your plan with that silly little ban to begin with?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," you babble. Your hands tighten across the sheets as you feel him ease in to your eager cunt from behind. The further he presses his hips forward, the more his length drags against your gummy walls. You groan into the pillow, your hips snapping back to meet his.
The thick girth of his shaft causes the most delicious stretch that has you gasping. The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb without Enjin having to move much. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he ruts against your ass, trying to fill you completely and imprint your cunt with the shape of his cock.
"No?" Enjin asks. He slowly pulls his cock out of the clamp of your weeping hole making you whine as you feel every inch of him. Your puffy lips fluttered around his length, your slick release allowing him to slide back in with ease "I take it your pussy being this damn messy wasn't part of your plan either?"
"N-No!" You gasp when Enjin suddenly pins you to the mattress with his weight, rutting into you rough and fast. The swollen head of his cock bullies against your cervix with each deep stroke, working in tandem to have you seeing stars as he stretched you out in all the best ways, stringing you further and further along until the winding pressure of your release snaps. "A-Ah--y-yes!"
"Yes? No? Which is it?" he chuckles. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. It will end with you creaming around my cock either way."
♥︎ —Tamsy Caines - 21 days
Tamsy found your little ban amusing. You were cute when you were mad at him, so he was going to play your little game. How long would you truly last until you break? Surely not the whole entire month like you so claim.
He's not going to let you off easily either. He's going to torture the hell out of you for the next month until you're begging for him.
The first week of the ban, Tamsy carries on like nothing is out of the ordinary. Good morning kisses. Gentle intimacy of cuddling. Nothing out of the ordinary to lead you to suspect that he's affected by the ban in any way. In fact, it's as if you never even implemented, because not once has he complained.
The second week is when the toying starts. His touch becomes more intentional. His hands linger a little too long on your waist. Or he's absentmindedly tracing your skin, knowing where you tend to be more sensitive and squirmy. He's making sure to tempt you, but he never quite touches right where you want him to, leaving you frustrated and wanting more.
Of course, Tamsy plays innocent through it all. "Something the matter?" He asks.
"No," you huff, too prideful to admit that he's starting to get to you. "Nothing is wrong.
By the third week, Tamsy can see that you're starting to break.
You're clearly antsy. Tamsy notices the way you would subtly shift in your seat, pressing your thighs together or the way you were eyeing him as if you're undressing him. But he pays no mind, carrying on with his usual gentle affections that ultimately have you spiraling.
"Okay! Fuck you win!"
Feigning confusion, Tamsy looks up from his spot on the bed, when you storm into your shared room in a huff. "I don't think I follow?"
"The stupid ban? Forget it. You win."
Closing the book he was reading, Tamsy bites back his amusement when he faces you. Oh how he loved the look of frustration on your face, clearly so needy and depraved, but of course, this was and still is a game to him.
"I don't recall this being a competition. You were the one that said no sex for a month, and if I recall, it's only week three."
"I don't care about that anymore! I change my mind!" To Tamsy's utter shock, you throw yourself on to his lap, sinking to your knees on the floor. His composure breaks for a split second when he stiffens, but he schools his expression into a smug grin. "Please, Tamsy? I can't take it anymore."
"Well, you are asking so nicely." He grips your chin, turning your head to look at him. You whimper as he's by no means gentle. "I would feel almost bad saying no. Especially since you look so pitiful."
"Please?" You beg. "I-I need you. I-I...I need your cock."
A flush covers Tamsy's cheeks, and he's unable to hide his look of surprise and consequently, how your words affect him. He swears under his breath, before pulling you to him and his lips are on yours.
He kisses you hungrily, surprised by his own desperation to feel you and keep you close. Though he'd never truly admit it out loud, the last three weeks have been torture for him, trying to keep his desires in check all while he toyed with you. All it would've taken was one wrong move, a lapse in judgement to escalate things, and he would've been the one caving first instead of you.
Clearly, Tamsy has you spoiled. All you do is bat those pretty eyelashes of yours and it has him bending to your every whim.
"Just look at you~" Tamsy muses. Your folds are already slick and glistening when he pulls off your underwear. Dragging his fingers down your slit, he grins at the way you squirm. "You're this wet already?"
"I-its cause of all your damn teasing," you try to sound mad, but can't stop the moan that escapes your lips when two of his fingers prod through your entrance.
"It's my fault? You're blaming your poor husband an awful lot for your actions."
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Tamsy sucks your juices off them, groaning at way you taste. He could feel his dick throb in response, and he was briefly torn between wanting to drink you up more or having you take his cock now.
"T-Tamsy, please, m'sorry. Jus' need you inside already," you plea.
Your cunt was practically aching with the need of him filling you up. And you were nearly feed up with his antics. You just needed the slightest bit of relief, something to settle the budding pressure between your legs, so you bring your fingers down to circle your clit.
Suddenly, Tamsy grips your wrist tightly, pinning them above your head.
His rough handling leaves you gasping, and you're barely able to gather your bearings when he folds your legs over his shoulders, fucking into you deep in one hard thrust.
"Ack--Tamsy!" Tears dot your lashes, and you can hardly breathe with your knees pressed to your chest. Still, the position has pleasure coiling within your stomach, because he feels so impossibly deep this way.
"You're such an impatient brat," he sighs, though it sounded more like a groan. "Shit...I almost forgot how heavenly you feel."
Tamsy shifts his hips, gripping your thighs as he presses you further into the meanest mating press. The thick length of his cock drags across your gummy walls when he moves. Your cunt seems to convulse in response, squeezing around him tightly as your arousal drools down his shaft.
"F-fuck, you're too deep~" You whimper. At that, your husband chuckles, dipping his head down slightly to kiss you.
"I'm going to have my way with you however I want," Tamsy whispers. "So I don't want to hear any whining, because you're not leaving this bed until I've had my fill."
♥︎ —Arkha Corvus - 10 days
Corvus was entertained by the little bet you proposed.
No sex for a month? Whoever lasts the longest without caving gets bragging rights and any favor from the loser? Sure. He’ll pay your little game.
The rules were simple.
Any teasing was fair game as long as it wasn’t physical.
Normal forms of physical affection such as kissing, hugs and cuddling were allowed, but one was not allowed to utilize it for teasing that could result in the other person cumming.
The first person to yield before the month ends admits defeat and the other person is deemed the victor.
Sounds easy enough.
Little did you know, Corvus knew from the start that he would lose.
Sure, he was happy to play along with your little games, especially given how competitive you were. But he already knew that he could never truly resist you.
So rather a competition with you, it was more so a test to himself of how long he could hold back. How long could he pretend that your kisses don’t affect him? That he wasn’t turned on by the sight of your lacy panties that barely covered your ass? Or that he wanted nothing more than to rip that towel off of you when you walk around the bedroom in just that.
Short answer: 10 days.
“I’m afraid, I admit defeat, darling,” Crovus says. His lips press against the shell of your ear, making you shiver. He readjusts you in his lap, a seemingly innocent gesture if it weren’t for that you’re currently trying to seat yourself on his cock.
And fuck was he so pent up.
You could barely sit comfortably with how seemingly engorged his length was, the swollen tip nudging against your most inner walls with every slight shift. And you were trying your best to take him all the way, pushing and pushing, inching him further.
Your trembling thighs were slick with your arousal dripping in between the two of you. And you already felt winded though he wasn’t even halfway in.
"A-Arkha, I-I--"
Was his cock always this thick?
Your husband's kiss is gentle against the back of your neck before he whispers an apology. His hands grip your hips before he slams you down on his cock until your pelvis hits his. Corvus breathes heavily as he waits for you to adjust to his size. You squeeze around him so tightly and your walls seem to keep fluttering as you struggle to accommodate him.
“So, based on the terms of the competition, it would seem that you win," Corvus chuckles, his voice heavy with lust. Warmth radiates from his firm chest as you keen against him. He gropes your breasts, squeezing the sensitive mound in his palm while his other hand skims across your thigh, inching closer and closer to your puffy and swollen folds.
"Which means," he continues, "you have a prize to claim. What shall it be, my love?"
Corvus pinches your nipple between his fingers making you gasp. Your hips jerk. "I-I want..." you blink back tears. "I want you to fill me up and make me cum."
"If that is that is what you wish."
He hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls your legs back against your chest in one swift motion. You gasp out as his cock kisses your cervix followed by subsequently rougher and faster thrusts that have you seeing stars.
Corvus drives into you with precision, intent on drawing out your release that was quickly coiling tighter and tighter as his length fills you up again. And again. And again. As your cunt squeezes around him, seemingly trying to suck him deeper, he lets out a low groan, hips stuttering in their pace.
"Your pussy is one day going to be the death of me" Corvus laughs lightly. "I knew from the start there was no way I'd win this competition. I can never--ngh--t-truly resist you."
"T-Then why did you agree?" You whimper as he pulls your legs further back, deepening the feel of him in your womb.
"Hm, perhaps simply for my own ego. Was trying to prove to myself more than anything." Corvus pauses just briefly enough to lift and turn you around. For the first time, your husband truly looks disheveled, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. His gaze darkened, shrouded in pure need, but also, the barest hint of the usual adoration he regards you with.
"And how foolish I was."
He slams you back on his cock and claims your lips in a kiss before you could scream. He sucks the air out of your lungs, relishing the way you taste. You grind down against him, the friction stimulating your clit, which has you cumming seconds later with Corvus's name a meek plea on your tongue.
"S-Shit..." Corvus fucks you through your overstimulation. He feels his balls constrict and his abdomen tightened. One, two, three more thrusts and he’s gripping you close to him when his orgasm hits hard. He pulls you into his chest, holding you close as he pumps his cum deeper all while gripping your hips with bruising strength.
Your body trembles and all your energy disappears as you succumb to the euphoria induced lightheadedness. You feel your stomach warm as your husband paints your insides white with his release. He cums so much that sticky globs ooze out your poor cunt, dripping down your thighs when he slides his cock out slowly.
"This won't do~" Corvus tuts. "I won't fulfill my end of the deal at this rate."
"W-What?" You stammer. You tense, before letting out a shaky moan when he presses his fingers into you, pushing his cum back in.
"Ten days," Corvus drawls, teasingly tracing his thumb around your clit to make you squirm. "Ten days I've neglected this pretty pussy. Failed to satisfy my wife. It truly won't be fair unless I give you an orgasm for every day, no?"
♥︎ —Zodyl Typhon - 7 days
Zodyl doesn’t understand what you’re mad for.
He was too rough? You couldn't feel your legs? Your hips were aching?
Was that not the point?
Well, apparently not to you, and as punishment, you implemented a two week ban on sex.
The first couple days, he acts like nothing is happening. It honestly doesn’t even phase him until about day three when you go to bed without so much as even acknowledging him. That’s when Zodyl realizes you were truly serious about the ban.
What’s even worse is that you will barely talk to him, only giving him short answers, still clearly irritated. It has Zodyl genuinely at first starting to feel bad, but he starts to begin to suspect that you’re in fact doing this little stunt for attention. After all, you talk so casually and freely with the other Raiders but give only him the cold shoulder? Not to mention, you won’t hear him out to apologize?
And he wasn’t wrong. You were intentionally being a brat. Intentionality trying to rile him up, which was definitely working.
By the fifth day Zodyl was annoyed.
By the sixth day, his patience was waning.
By the seventh day, he finally snaps.
“Hm, where’d that attitude of yours go?” Zodyl muses, clearly entertained by the sound of your whines and halfhearted pleas. His hands are firm around your waist for leverage as he drives his length in and out of your weepy cunt. You've already cum once--or maybe twice-- you weren't even sure anymore, completely delirious from the way the thick, bulbous tip continued to kiss that sweet spot of yours again and again.
And Zodyl by no means cares how overstimulated you are. Your pussy continues to gush around his length, coating the base of his shaft in a messy ring of white. Each time his hips snaps against yours, the resounding sticky pap, pap, pap, of your arousal only in fact seems to continue to spur him forward.
"Z-Zodyl, wait! Fuck! I’m gonna cum again-n-no no!” Your bite down on to the pillow, muffling your cries, but Zodyl neither stops nor slows down. His veiny cock drags across your gummy walls, claiming every inch of you, reminding you who you belong to.
"Funny how all it takes is giving you my cock and that little facade of yours begins to crumble," Zodyl chuckles. "You're dripping, love. Tell me, did you miss it that much?"
"T-That's not--ack!" The air is sucked out of your lungs when Zodyl grips your throat, pressing just hard enough for you to be breathless. "A-ah, please..." you whimper.
"I’ve put up with your little tantrum for week now. Feel free to be mad at me all you want, but I don’t take kindly to you ignoring me."
"M-m'sorry."
"I somehow doubt that you are." Zodyl presses his hips forward, making you gasp as he pins you to the mattress. "Maybe if you give me another orgasm, then I'll consider forgiving you."
"B-but I can't cum anymore~" You whine.
"I’m sure you can.”
When his arm wraps around your throat, trapping you in a near headlock, your eyes roll back. Despite how lightheaded you feel, electricity explodes throughout your body, tingling throughout your sensitive body. Zodyl hisses through his teeth feeling your cunt throb around him.
"Fuck, you like me being rough with you?"
"Y-yes!" You could hardly breathe, tears clinging to your eyelashes, but Zodyl didn't budge when you push back against him. "A-ah, you're so deep--P-Please, I-I need--"
"Don't worry," Zodyl pants. He squeezes just slightly, leaving you winded enough to want more. "I fully intend to satisfy your every need."
He begins to fuck back into you with that same relentless pace, the stretch of him seeming suddenly bigger than a moment ago. And everything about him is so much larger, keeping you helplessly trapped against him. But the thick curve of his cock continues to press forward inch by excruciatingly delicious inch while he fills you to the brim over and over just the way you like.
And Zodyl would be lying if watching you struggle didn't turn him on more.
He could feel his self control slowly slipping away, becoming rougher and harder, making the bed creak. He could feel himself throb, his already sensitive cock aching for relief as you squeeze around him.
"S-shit...Zodyl...gonna-" You choke on your words as your release hits you so hard, you lose your breath. Your clit tingles, the overstimulation nearly making you sob.
Your husband swears under his breath. He drives himself as deep as he could. All the pent up frustration from the week has him cumming thick ropes into your womb. The intensity rocks his body. His hips stutter forward, Zodyl grabbing the headboard to steady his balance and catch his breath. You take the momentary reprieve to gasp, the dizzying euphoria finally beginning to subside.
"A-ah," you groan, your hips aching when Zodyl shifts you into his lap. To his credit, he takes the next couple minutes fussing over you. Despite his roughness, Zodyl hadn't left any marks, which he never wanted to do. "I can't feel my fucking legs. I don't think I can walk."
At that, Zodyl chuckles. "Why ever would you be concerned with that?"
You give him a confused look. "Excuse me?" Suddenly, your world blurs and you're flipped on your backside. You gape up at your husband, who merely runs a hand through his hair to smooth down the wild, lose, strands. His other hand holds his cock that's still slick with your arousal.
He's already hard again.
"You needn't concern yourself with such frivolous ideas," Zodyl says matter of factly. "I have no plans of letting you leave this bed for the next week."
synopsis: random mini shorts for a day in the life of the Santa family
content: Bro Santa x wife!mother!reader x Dear Santa, reader is black coded though not explicitly stated
a/n: in honor of day 7, a full week complete, a little special with the Santa family. Thank you for all the love you’ve continued to show this series. This chapter is heavily inspired by my own trip to Japan! <3
Master list — here w/c—3.8k
Day 1 — Day 2 — Day 3 — Day 4 — Day 5 — Day 6
Family Vacation
“I need a vacation,” you sigh exasperatedly.
You were exhausted.
It seemed like as of late, work was never ending with more and more trash beasts making an appearance. You were practically working overtime with treating injuries, providing care, and having to frequently visit Alice to restock supplies. One night, it was well after midnight before you made it back to HQ, and you promptly fell asleep on the couch in the lounge, leaving Bro to carry you to bed when he was worried you hadn’t returned yet.
You could also tell that Bro and Dear were equally tired. Your husband tries to wear his usual cheerful smile but you can see the exhaustion lingering in his eyes. And Dear straight up passed out at the kitchen table during dinner the other night.
Arguably, you all were deserving of a much needed break.
Semiu doesn’t look up from her magazine, even when you throw yourself across the wooden desk dramatically. “Then why don’t you and the family take one?” She simply asked, turning to the next page. “I can pull you off of assignment for a while and let the boss know.”
You huff. “That’s great in theory, but this is the Ground. Last time I checked, there’s no beach paradise here. And even if there was a beach, it sure as hell wouldn’t be safe.”
“No, but there is a ryōkan in the Southern Ward not too far from the Kamutari District where Zanka’s from,” Semiu said. She slides a brochure to you which surprisingly markets a hot spring. “Mildretta of the South Branch said the onsen there is pretty relaxing, and I don’t think it’s too expen—“
You hadn’t even let her finish before you’re eagerly running off to find your husband and son with the brochure in hand.
Sightseeing
When you proposed the idea of a vacation to your husband, he was a bit hesitant at first. Especially as the leader of Team Child, he was technically the responsible adult and couldn’t just up and leave on a whim. But you pointed out that as the leader, he could also mandate that the team take a break. Not to mention, Semiu already said she’d approve the time off.
It honestly didn’t take much convincing after that. You all packed your bags and first thing the next morning, the Santa Family had headed out for their first ever family trip.
Hanakiri, located in the Southern Ward, is a two day drive from the main branch of Cleaner’s HQ, but you’re all so excited by the notion of an actual break, you’re pretty sure you'll make it there sooner with the way Bro was borderline speeding.
“It says here in the brochure, that Hanakiri was built on top of a volcano,” you read from the brochure. “The heat generated by the activity is what causes the hot springs it’s so famous for.”
“Ooh! Do you think the volcano will erupt while we’re there?” Guita asks, poking her head up from the back seat. Of course, she was tagging along as she was just as deserving as a vacation and she was practically family to begin with.
“The volcano is mostly dormant, so I doubt it will be what you’re expecting.” You laugh at her disappointed expression. “They do have a cave system in the mountains that’s open for exploration. We could check it out when we’re there.”
“I thought you said, and I quote “I want to sit on my ass and do nothing once we’re there,” Bro teases.
“Well.” You give him a cheeky smile. “This is our first major trip together that’s not work related. We can’t not sightsee. We have a bunch of memories to make over the next week. I even brought my camera!”
Once there, you all would be staying at a small inn called Tsukimori. The place was quaint yet traditional, offering each of you a fresh pair of pajamas and slippers after checking in. Guita and Dear took in the room with collective awe.
Mats covered most of the floor instead of wooden flooring or carpet. The main sitting area had a small, low sitting table with low cushions surrounding it with a small television seated on the stand imbedded into the wall. It was simple yet cozy.
“Woah! Check it out! The doors slide!” Guita exclaimed, pulling the shoji door back and forth.
“Guita, stop playing with the door,” you sigh. You hand Dear his bag. “The two of you will be sharing a room if you don’t mind. At the desk, they said there should be an extra futon in the closet.”
“Okay! Come on Dear! Let’s explore the next room.”
You shake your head as the two children eagerly run off. “I hope they don’t break anything.”
“This will be good for them,” Bro says, entering the room with the last few bags. “The trip that is. It’ll give them a chance to be kids for once and experience new things.”
“I guess you’re right. They were both so excited, they hardly slept on the drive here.”
At that Bro smiles. “Well, let’s put our things down and see if we can tire them out with the sightseeing.”
Tire they did not.
After getting settled in your rooms, you all start off by having lunch at a local spot that sold the best noodles you’d ever had in your entire life. Even Dear, who had been somewhat of a picky eater, slurped them down in minutes. He even wanted a second bowl until Guita excitedly pointed out a store selling some sort of sweet that you all ended up moving on after Bro paid.
"Woah, the cone is all crumbly!" Guita's eyes sparkled as she stared at the frozen, ice cream-like dessert. You couldn't help but take a picture of them as Dear wore an equally elated expression as he held his chocolate cone, almost like it were too precious to eat.
"Be careful with them," the shop owner, a sweet older woman, advised. "Hawks like to circle this area, and they're known to try and swoop down and take your stuff."
On the roof of a nearby stall sat a small group of birds. Dear shot them a dirty glare before holding his cone closer.
"Let's move on, shall we?" Bro laughed. You all thank the shop keeper and continue your way through the markets.
Many of the shops were small stands or carts, yet they sold an array of interesting items from small trinkets, journals, clothes, and of course, food. Your family spent a decent hour shopping, picking up a few souvenirs for people back at home, before going to sightsee some of the local attractions. The main one being the Glittering Caves.
"So cool!" Guita's voice echoes through the caves, making you and Bro sheepishly apologize for disturbing the other patrons nearby.
"Guita, inside voice please," you say. You follow after the eager child, Dear's hand in yours so that he doesn't slip on the slick cavern ground. Water drips from the stalactites, but the murky color seems to coat the rocks in a crystalline sparkle, hence the name, the Glittering Caves. "They say that these caves house resting spirits, and its impolite to disturb them."
"Wait, really?!"
You shrug, offering a teasing grin. "Who knows."
“Uwah! Y/n! Don’t scare me like that!” Guita huffs making you laugh.
"You know, it's pretty warm down here," Bro comments, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Beads of sweat gather on his brow. “I’m kinda surprised. Usually when you’re deep underground like this, it’s the opposite.”
“Perhaps it’s because it’s over a volcano?” You suggest. “Heat does tend to rise.” Suddenly, you feel a tug on your shirt sleeve. Dear looks up at you, a rather tired look on his face, the barest flush on his cheeks due to the warm atmosphere. “You getting tired, sweetheart?”
Dear nods.
“We’ve done a lot in a few hours. Why don’t we go back to the inn for a bit until dinner?” Bro suggests. “We don’t have to do everything within the first day.”
“Sounds like a plan. Come on, Guita.” You turn and the child is not where you just saw her point five seconds ago. Instead, she’s nearly dangling off one of the blocked off ledges, trying to peer into the abyss below.
“GUITA!”
Hot Springs
Hanakiri was most known for the natural hot springs.
The indoor baths were said to have rejuvenating properties, able to refresh and restore even the most tired of individuals. But you’re pretty sure that was a bit of a stretch for marketing purposes. Nonetheless, you were still excited to relax in the onsen.
You and Guita separate from Bro and Dear, heading to the women’s bath. In the bathroom, you undress and fold your clothes into one of the cubbies, before taking your catty of toiletries to the shower stalls. Before entering the actual baths, all patrons were required to rinse off first, which honestly made sense when you thought about it. Didn’t want to bring any outside grime into the water.
You’re thoroughly surprised though by the soft pressure of the shower. The water was gentle on your skin and the soap that the inn gave you had a faint fruity scent. You were definitely stealing it. No one would miss the small sample size anyway. Probably.
“Y/n, could you help me wash my hair?” You hear Guita call. “I got soap in my eyes!”
Shaking your head, you let out a small laugh before heading to her stall. She’s sitting on a little stool, furiously rubbing suds out of her eyes. She’s used so much soap that she’s quite literally wearing a suit of bubbles.
“Hold still.” You use the shower head to gently rinse out the suds. You then generously lather her hair with the conditioner, working it through her teal locs, before rinsing one last time. “There. Now, shall we go soak in the bath?”
You try to stop Guita from canon balling into the water, but she still jumps right in, stirring up the water much to the annoyance of a couple patrons and to the amusement of a few others. You ease yourself into the water and immediately shudder. It was warmer than you expected but not scalding. And you almost groan in delight from how soothing it felt.
“I’m definitely making a case for why we need one of these back at HQ,” you sigh contently.
You sunk deeper into the water, letting the warmth embrace you.
Guita swims around the small pool, though she wasn’t supposed to, but you couldn’t bring yourself to scold her at the moment. For just a few minutes, you wanted to turn your brain off and truly relax.
Nearly an hour later, when your skin’s starting to prune up do you finally leave, dragging Guita along with you. “Man, that quite literally was the best bath I’ve ever had in my life,” you exhale, stretching your arms until the joints in your shoulder pops. After drying off, you got dressed in the simple flower-patterned yukata provided by the inn before the two of you left to meet up with Dear and Bro for dinner.
“How much do you wanna bet that Dear fell asleep on the men’s side?” The mental image of your husband trying to keep the young boy from drowning made you chuckle.
“Nee, do you think we can come back tomorrow night too?” Guita asked, a literal bounce to her step. The yukata was a little big on her, the sleeves literally drowning her which was honestly pretty cute.
“I don’t see why not. We might as well enjoy all the amenities while we’re here.”
You meet up with the guys in the lounge room. The room was fairly reminiscent of the one back at HQ with a few couches, a television and even a couple ping pong tables. At one of the dining tables, you spot your boys dressed in similar yukatas and nearly laugh when you see that Dear’s asleep face down on the table.
“Take it the bath knocked him out?” You press a kiss to your husband’s cheek before taking a seat next to him.
“Almost instantly,” Bro chuckles. “I had to keep him from keeling over and falling into the water, so we didn’t stay too long. I did order dinner with the staff while we waited for you two.”
And the timing couldn’t have been more perfect, because two waiters arrive carrying trays with an assortment of foods you haven’t seen before. But all of it is not only looked amazing, and the mouthwatering aroma made your stomach growl.
After gently shaking Dear awake, who looks immensely irritated at being woken up until he sees the food, you and Bro dish out servings to the kids first before fixing your own. There’s soups. Veggie dishes. And even an omelette-style appetizer along side some sort of fish entree. The sauces and seasonings that marinate everything was probably better than the actual food itself.
Quickly scarfing down her portion of the food, Guita stands, skirting the chair across the wooden floor. “Done! Come on! I wanna play a round of ping pong with someone.”
“Guita, we barely—“
“I’ll play,” Bro cuts you off. “Go get us the table and I’ll be there in a minute.”
“YES! You’re going down, Bro!”
You shake your head as the girl runs off to get the paddles. “You’re not gonna tell her that you’re actually kick ass at ping pong? I don’t think Enjin’s actually managed to cheat his way into beating you.”
Bro shrugs then places his folded napkin on top of his clean plate. “She’ll learn the hard way.”
“Bro! Hurry up!” Guita yells impatiently.
“Yes. Yes. I’m coming.” He kisses your cheek before heading toward the ping pong table. You stand to clean up the remaining mess, stacking all the dirty dishes on the table for the staff to take easily. One look at Dear and he seems about ready to fall over, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
“I think it’s time we get you to bed, shall we?”
Dear nods then extends his arms for you to carry him, making you suppress a smile. Any other time, he throws a fit about you babying him, but the moment he’s a little tired, it’s as if his legs no longer work and acts more cuddly than normal with you.
Heaving him into your arms, he instantly relaxes, tucking his head into your shoulder. You call to your husband to let him know that you’re going back to the room, but he and Guita are so locked in their match, that he gives you a dismissive wave before quickly returning the ball.
You shake your head, trying not to laugh. Bro was just as big as a kid as the actual children. But you were glad that thus far, your family was enjoying the trip together.
Festival Festivities
The next few days of the vacation went by faster than you would’ve liked. Before you knew it, you were down to the last night.
Hanakiri was not that big of a town, so there wasn’t a lot to see anymore after the third day, but just being able to spend much needed down time with your family was a trip well spent either way. And even though the vacation unfortunately draws to a close, you eagerly anticipate the final event of the week: a festival.
“There, all done,” you say, pinning the last floral accessory into Guita’s hair. You adjust the collar of the kimono before backing away to admire your work.
“Woah! Thank you!” Guita spins, around, trying to examine the entire outfit. She wore a two-toned blue kimono with a dark navy sash. You pinned some of her hair back with a flower hair piece that matched the Obi. “How do you know how to tie these?”
“My grandmother,” you answer, a small, somewhat sad smile spreading across your face, but you quickly shake it off. Your late grandmother would hate for you to be moping around on her behalf, and you wouldn’t let any sad memories prevent you from enjoying the present. After all, she would be rolling over in her grave if she knew that you started crying about her.
No, you’d remember all the good times with her and share what you learned with Dear and Guita to keep her memory alive.
Speaking of Dear, he pokes his head into the room, albeit it shyly, before you motion him in. He hands you his obi belt, turning for you to tie it.
“Do you want me to do your hair too?” You laugh when he huffs bitterly. The kimono sleeves are long, swallowing his hands up like his usual baggy clothing, but you think your son looks adorable nonetheless. “Come on, you know I have to be that annoying parent and take pictures.”
Dear rolls his eyes but complies when you usher him and Guita to stand close together so you can take your pictures. He’s learned that it’s just easier to comply with your demands than to fight it.
“Hey, Y/n, I don’t think I have this on correctly,” you hear Bro yell from your room.
“I’m coming.” You laugh as you find your husband struggling to figure out which way to cross the kimono. “Here. You lay it this way so that when someone looks at you, the collar forms a “y.” If you do it the other way, it actually means that the person is deceased.”
Bro watches with keen interest as you wrap the kimono and the many, many tires before securing the obi around him. He notes the way his robes compliment yours in color, a mere darker version of the beautiful one you wore. And he couldn’t help but admire the way you styled the accessories, enhancing the natural beauty of yours he loved.
“There! It’s not too tight, is it?” You ask. You realize Bro is just staring at you, making you flush. “I-is something wrong?”
“No.” Bro says before smiling. “You look beautiful.”
The heat burning your cheeks grows hotter. “Y-you look quite handsome yourself…”
Bro grabs your purse off the dresser, handing it to you before taking your hand into his. “Let’s go, shall we?”
For the festival, the market seemingly transformed, decorated by hanging lanterns and vibrant flowers. The crowd increased tremendously compared to the other day, so you kept a tight hand on Dear while trying unsuccessfully to keep Guita from wandering off in excitement.
In addition to all the food stalls, which sold things from yakisoba and yakiniku to shaved ice, there were a multitude of games with the opportunity to win various prizes.
"UGH I almost had it!" Guita groaned as her paper net broke again under the weight of the water, causing the small gold fish to swim free. Beside her, Dear frowned holding his broken net too. The stall keeper laughed.
"It's harder than it looks. The key is not to move too fast. The sudden shift in weight will make it break quicker."
"I got it this time for sure. Y/n! Bro! Can I try one more time?"
You sigh. "Guita, this is the fourth time you've attempted. Don't you want to try something else?"
"But the fishie looks so cute! I have to win it!"
Begrudgingly, you give the shop keeper enough coins for both of them to try one more time. Unfortunately, this attempt still proved unsuccessful, though Dear had managed to fair slightly better than Guita.
"NO! Okay, one more time. This time I mean it!"
"Let's move along.” Bro nervously laughed, pulling the young girl away despite her protests. “We won’t see all the festival has to offer if we stay here all night.”
You all continue through the stalls, trying some of the food while playing other games. Guita actually manages to win a plush kaiju from a small fishing game, and lucky Dear managed to win the grand prize from a game called Duck Pond. He happened to pick the rubber duck with the winning star on the bottom and won an oversized plush that was nearly as big as he was.
One game allowed you to win a stuffed animal by shooting it down with a toy cork gun, which you failed spectacularly at, not even coming close to hitting anything with how bad your aim was. Bro managed to knock over one of the smaller bears, and he gave it to you without hesitation.
"I tried my best, but this was the only one that would even move," Bro said, a bit bashfully as you take the toy with a smile.
"We've been married for nearly ten years now, and you still act so shy when giving me things," you tease. Your husband's expression softens into a fond smile.
"It's cause ten years later you still make me feel the same butterflies as the day I first met you."
Firework Finale
Streaks of gold race across the night sky, leaving glimmers in their wake.
Sparkling silvers and hues of purple paint scenes of roses, dragons, and other designs.
A pop of fiery red crackles like flames followed by bursts of blue and green.
The noise of the fireworks is deafening, yet both Guita and Dear don't so much as even stir.
"I'm not surprised by Dear, but the fact that we've successfully managed to tire Guita has to be some record achievement," you laugh at the sight of the young girl sprawled across the picnic blanket, her chest rising and falling in steady breaths. Still, she looked content, a goofy smile on her face even as she slept.
Dear of course had curled up against your chest, immediately climbing into your lap the moment you guys had sat down to watch the firework show that was the grand finale of the festival. Within minutes, he was out like a light.
"We did a lot this week without actually resting much like this trip was originally intended," Bro says.
"True, but I had fun and I'm glad we were able to come here together. I'm dreading having to go back to work though."
Bro laughs. "You think they'll say anything if we take a couple extra days off? You know, we never did actually get to take a honeymoon after we got married."
"I'm a hundred percent sure if we don't show up when we said we'd be back, they'll come looking for us." You lean against your husband's shoulders, watching the next bursts of fireworks streak across the sky. He takes your hand into his, tracing his thumb absentmindedly across your palm. "I do like the idea of a honeymoon though. Maybe something without the kids. But there's not really anywhere I would consider an ideal 'romantic getaway' down here on the Ground though, but--"
Bro leans in, cutting you off as he kisses you gently, catching you by surprise. Your face warms. "As long as I'm with you," he says, "anywhere would be ideal."
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