#younme

It wasn’t anything fancy—just a simple meal, a quiet corner, and time to breathe. But in that short span, I felt lighter. I felt seen. I felt like us again. In those moments, I realized how important these little pauses are. They may be short, but they mean so much more than the hours we spend apart. They remind me that while we’re both busy being “mom” and “dad,” we are also still partners who chose each other first.

Parenthood has stretched us in so many ways. The days are longer, the responsibilities heavier, and the chaos louder. But love—our love—remains, even in small ways: in his hand reaching for mine, in a shared laugh over dinner, in the quiet comfort of knowing I don’t walk this path alone.

These dates are not about the place or the food—it’s about us choosing to make time, even in the busiest season of our lives. And for me, that’s more than enough.

A Letter to My Husband 💌

Honey, thank you for making time for me, even when you’re tired from work and the kids need us both. Thank you for reminding me that we are still “us,” not just mom and dad. Thank you for the effort, no matter how small it seems, because it means so much to me.

I know our days are busier now, but your presence and little gestures give me strength. You make me feel loved, supported, and never alone in this journey.

Of course, there are also days when things aren’t clear between us. Times when we argue, misunderstand each other, or let exhaustion get the better of us—like any other married couple does. But in the end, it’s the apologies, the patience, and the willingness to bow our pride that bring us back together. And that’s what matters most: that we always choose each other, again and again.

Grateful for you, always. 💗

The bar was alive with Halloween energy—dim lights, fake cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, and costumed patrons laughing over spooky-themed cocktails. You're settled in a seat far from the center of the bar, back where the music is quieter, in a simple witch outfit that didn't take too much time or effort. The cozy atmosphere of a fall festive bar surrounded you. You smiled, feeling right at home in the cozy chaos. It’s the perfect night for a little solo time with yourself, but as you sipped your drink, that feeling of being watched creeps up your spine.

You glance around, and that’s when you see him. Among the various costumes and painted faces, a guy leaning against the bar completely at ease, as if he owns the place, caught your attention. He looked like he belonged here. His patchwork body paint fitting in seamlessly with the ghoulish crowd. But something about him stood out. His lazy grin was too sharp, his mismatched eyes locked directly on you, unwavering and intense.

And yet, no one else seemed to notice him. Not the waitstaff, not the patrons... just you. Must be caught up in their Halloween fun.

He’s attractive in an odd, dangerous way. The kind of guy you’d try not to be seen staring at—but you can’t help yourself. He looked like trouble, but the fun kind, especially on a night like this. A nervous flutter stirred in your chest. You took another sip of your drink, keeping him in your peripheral vision, wondering why he’s looking at you so intently. Your mind played through a dozen possibilities, but none of them prepare you for what happened next.

Before you could process it, he’s walking over, cutting through the crowd with an easy confidence.

"Mind if I join you?" His voice was smooth, laced with amusement, and without waiting for your answer, he pulled out the chair and sat down. His eyes roamed over your body—lingering in a way that made your breath hitch.

You raised an eyebrow, a little flustered but trying to play it cool. “Uh, sure, I suppose,” you said with a slight grin. “Nice costume.”

Mahito chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You like it? Fits the occasion, don’t you think?”

You nodded,his lingering gaze made your skin tingle. There’s something about the way he looked at you that makes you feel warm, especially the way his eyes seem to appreciate every part of you. Something... alluring. It felt like he’s savoring every inch of you, especially the extra curves in your full figure. You’re used to the occasional look, but this—this is different.

“You’re quite a sight yourself,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as his gaze settled on your soft thighs, the way your dress hugged your curves. He spoke with a hint of something that makes your breath catch. His fingers trailed the edge of your arm, light and teasing, sending shivers down your spine.

A blush crept up your cheeks. “Thanks, I guess.” You laughed softly, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch. Normally, you’d be wary, but there’s something about the way he touches you that makes your pulse race for all the right reasons.

His hand moved, slow but deliberate, tracing the edge of your arm. The touch sent a ripple of warmth through your body, and instead of shying away, you found yourself leaning into it.

He smirked, eyes flicking to your full thighs as they press together under the table. His gaze is appreciative, far from judging—it feels like he’s savoring. "Such a pretty thing," he murmured, his fingers brushing your shoulder, and for some reason, the way he says it makes you feel something. Like he’s appreciating every curve, every bit of softness. “You should wear this more often.”

Your heart skipped a beat. His words, paired with his bold attention, make you feel... seen, and not just in a superficial way. There’s something intoxicating about how he looks at you, like he’s genuinely enjoying every inch of your body.

But as your pulse quickens under his attention, you realize no one else was reacting. Not one head turns. Not one eye glances your way. No one’s reacting to him being so close, so bold with his touches. It's almost as if—

A nervous laugh bubbled up from your throat. “I normally see some weird looks when people get too touchy in public.”

Mahito tilted his head, his grin widening. He leaned in, close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. “You’re the only one who can see me, darling.”

"Ahaha, it seems like it," you laughed, thinking nothing of that revelation. Mahito looked up at a server as they pass by. He took a drink off of their tray and dropped it, watching as they whipped around looking utterly confused. You just stared with your eyes wide as the server, looking directly at Mahito, chalked it up to an accident and walked off to their table, extremely apologetic.

"You're kidding me. Are you... Are you a ghost??"

He chuckled softly, his hand sliding down your arm to rest on your thigh. The touch was firm, grounding, sending heat through your body. “Something like that.”

Your heart raced, but not in the way it should. He’s not cold like you’d expect from a ghost. No, the way he touched you felt very real, very solid and warm, and suddenly, your body responds in a way that surprises even you.

A ghost? That's one thing. But a flirty ghost? Even better.

And now that you know no one else can see him, something in you loosened. The tension you felt earlier melted away, replaced by a growing curiosity. You shifted slightly, your thighs pressing together, and his eyes track every movement.

A shiver ran down your spine. You took a moment to process what he’s just said.

“Ooh,” you hummed softly, a coy smile tugging at your lips. “So, you’re telling me no one else in this room knows you’re touching me right now?”

His smirk deepened, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” His thumb brushed against the soft skin of your thigh, squeezing lightly. “It’s just you and me. I can do whatever I want, and no one would even notice.”

You bit your lip, a small heat pooling in your stomach. This is... different. It’s thrilling, in a way. Knowing he’s there, touching you, and no one else has a clue? It sends a rush of excitement through you. “I guess that means you can do whatever you want, huh?”

Mahito’s fingers trailed up and down your thigh, resting there for just a moment before he picked at the hem of your skirt. “Whatever I want,” he purred. His thumb brushed the inside of your leg, making your breath hitch. “And no one will ever know...” His grin widened, eyes darkening with something more primal. His hand squeezing your thigh a little tighter. “And now that you know... I can be a little bolder.”

Your breath caught as his fingers traced slow circles on your thigh, moving higher with each pass. Your body reacted instinctively, leaning into his touch, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The way his hand caressed your softness, the way he’s treating your curves like something to be worshiped, it sent a thrill through you. It made you feel wanted in a way that sent your mind spinning. His hand moved higher, fingers grazing the soft inner flesh of your thigh where your plush thighs met, and you let out a soft gasp, your body responding to the warmth and pressure of his touch. Inching ever closer.

Your heart raced, the heat between your legs growing as his hand slips higher, fingers grazing under the edge of your dress.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice is low, teasing, as his hand reached up under your skirt, the touch no longer hesitant. His eyes drinking in the way your body moves under his touch. “I knew you would.”

“Ooh,” you murmured, voice a little breathy. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but the way he’s touching you, the way he’s looking at you, it’s making it hard to think straight. “Maybe... a little,” you admited, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “You’re really not holding back, are you?”

“Why should I?” he purred, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver through your body. “I’m already invisible to everyone else. I might as well enjoy myself... and so should you.”

Mahito’s grin turned wicked, his hand slipping even higher, fingers brushing dangerously close to your sensitivity, making your heart race. “Just a little, huh? I think I can do better than that.” His eyes darken with hunger, but there’s a tenderness there, a strange mix of teasing and adoration as his gaze drinks you in. He lifted your skirt revealing your themed panties hidden under a thin layer of pantyhose. He split your legs beneath the table and quickly tore a hole in the crotch of the fabric.

Your mind was spinning, but in the best way. His attention feels intoxicating, like a game you didn’t even know you wanted to play, and now that you’re playing, you can’t get enough.

His eyes trailed over your body again, and the way he looks at you—it’s like he can’t get enough. His opposite hand explores the soft curve of your stomach, squeezing appreciatively. “You’ve got a body worth loving,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Every curve, every soft inch of you... it’s perfect.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, a mix of pride and desire swirling in your chest. Hearing him speak about your body like that made you feel so sexy. And the way he’s touching you... it’s sending every nerve in your body into overdrive.

“You’re bold, aren’t you?” you teased, but the playful edge in your voice betrayed just how much you’re enjoying this.

He leaned in, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “I wonder just how much more I could make you enjoy this.” His voice sent a pleasant chill down your spine.

Your breath hitched, your thighs pressing together under the table as his hand lingers between your thighs. “Go ahead then,” you murmured, your voice a little breathless but filled with curiosity. “Show me.”

Mahito chuckled, the sound low and sultry. “Oh, I intend to.”

And with that, his fingers slid higher, his touch growing bolder as he explores every inch of your softness. The way his hand moved over your curves, the way his voice hummed with approval at every squeeze, every caress—it’s enough to make you melt into the seat. You shivered in anticipation, heat coiling low in your stomach. You’re not sure how this night turned into something out of your wildest fantasies, but you’re far from complaining. His touch is addicting, and now that you know no one else can see him, it feels like you’re sharing a secret—a thrilling, dangerous secret.

No one else can see. No one else knows. But you? You’re loving every second of it.

You tucked yourself into the corner of your table to minimize being noticed, though that might be hard. As much as you stifled your sounds, Mahito's incessant prodding made it hard to keep quiet. While you bit your lip and flattened your hands at your sides, Mahito's fingers began to pull your panties aside and slide up along your moistening slit. You knew that making too much noise would draw attention and getting kicked out was not what you wanted. His fingers pressed into you, stirring up your wetness. You whimpered, laying your head back against the booth seat.

Mahito's lips played on your neck, his body hunched over yours other hand trailing along your soft sides with gentle squeezing.

"You really like doing that, huh?" You said softly, scanning the bar for any suspicion.

He continued his pecking along your shoulders and jaw, pausing only for a moment to respond. "Why wouldn't I? You feel so wonderful already, I can only imagine how it feels inside you," he purred.

"Isn't that a little risky? I already c-" you stiffened as his fingers pressed into your sweet spot, your jaw tightening before you can finish your sentence. "C-can barely keep quiet."

"Then why don't we stick to fingers?" Mahito offered. Though, as he said it, you felt something shifting and thickening inside you. It felt as if he had produced a dildo of some kind, using that on you after sneakily replacing his fingers, but when you glanced down, it was his hand. It had transformed the three digits that was teasing you into a twisting piece that he used on you relentlessly, thrusting up into your depths and stretching your walls. Ghosts can do that?

You covered your mouth, the thickness pushing in and out of you while his lips danced on you. Your hands dug into the seat, eyes shutting tight as you fought the moans in your throat. His thrusting piece moved at a stuttered, deep pace that rattled the warmth in your stomach. Heating up more and more, steadily higher. You couldn't stop the way your breath began to come in heavy pants.

"You feel so good. I wish I could just fuck you right," Mahito groaned softly against your ear, his hand over your stomach pushed up to your breasts and started to squeeze and fondle them.

You fought against the growing sounds, "if we get out of here, you could."

Mahito shook his head, nipping at you and pulling you closer to him, his piece hastening it's pace. The way he ran it into you was making that pool of heat start to boil over. "I want to watch you cum here first. Maybe I can break you," he laughed, his hold tight, trapping you against him and the back of the booth.

That wouldn't take too long. All the attention, the whispers, the struggle to keep it under wraps, it was too much for you. You clung to him, sure it looked so odd to whoever might be glancing over, burying your face into his shoulder and shuddering as you clenched on his hand. It was a strong wave of pleasure that crashed into you, threatening to escape your throat as you bit onto his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.

Mahito gave a low groan at your teeth in his flesh, his hand stuttering inside you and his head lowering onto your own shoulder.

Shuddering, stuttering, you both sat in a stiff and forced silence for a moment before he finally pulled his hand away and returned the shape to normal. Your faces were both flushed, a heavy panting shared.

A simple hike, that’s all it was supposed to be. A peaceful, solitary escape into nature.

But, of course, it couldn’t stay that simple. Nothing ever did. It had started well enough, at least. You had set out with the sun cresting over the horizon, a soft warmth blanketing the world as you leisurely walked along the trail. The air was fresh, crisp, the scent of pine and earth filling your lungs with every breath. You let your gaze wander, taking in the sights of the mountain’s quiet beauty—birds flitting between branches, their songs a delicate melody, the occasional squirrel darting through the underbrush.

Everything was peaceful. Almost serene. The path was clearly marked, a safe guide through the untamed wilderness. You knew, as long as you followed it, you’d steer clear of any monster dens or territorial wildlife. That was the whole point of sticking to the path—no surprises, no wrong turns, no getting lost.

You had followed it. At least, you thought you had.

But as the day wore on, something changed. You hadn’t noticed it at first, you were too distracted by the views, by the quiet. Suddenly, the familiar markers were gone. You frowned, scanning the surroundings, searching for a signpost or stone trail marker, but there was nothing. Somehow, you had strayed off course. The beaten trail under your feet had slowly been replaced by rough patches of wild grass, untended and uneven, and the canopy above felt darker, more oppressive.

Had you taken a wrong turn? Or had the path simply faded beneath you?

You tried to shake off the rising unease and kept moving, convincing yourself you could backtrack and find your way soon enough. But the deeper you went, the more unsettling the silence became. The birds no longer sang, and the trees seemed to loom closer together, the shadows beneath them darker than they should have been.

Then you heard it.

A rustle in the bushes. Quiet at first, so soft it might have been the wind. The sound grew, just enough to put your nerves on edge. You stiffened, heart quickening, and slowly turned your head over your shoulder, muscles tensing as you did.

The bushes trembled, shaking just slightly, but it was enough. You could feel eyes on you, lurking just beyond the cover of leaves. As your pulse pounded in your ears, a shape began to rise from the foliage, a silhouette emerging like a shadow out of the earth itself.

A bear.

Its hulking form towered over the bushes, a massive black shape with muscles rippling beneath its fur. Its small, dark eyes locked onto yours—sharp, assessing, and dangerous. You froze, instinct kicking in, every muscle in your body tightening. A deep growl rumbled from its chest, low and menacing, the kind of sound that sent a chill down your spine, primal and raw.

Your breath hitched, barely contained as you realized just how close it was. The bear’s paws were enormous, claws curved and thick like deadly hooks, and they crushed the grass beneath it with every step. It had seen you. It was aware of you. And you were close.

Too close.

You took a slow, shaky step back, praying it would lose interest, but that hope died quickly as the bear’s growl deepened, its eyes narrowing. You could feel the ground tremble beneath you as it lurched forward, a low rumble shaking the earth. Time seemed to slow, and before you could even think, the bear bared its teeth—yellow and jagged—and moved.

Panic surged through your veins, and you turned, heart pounding in your throat as you bolted into the trees. The underbrush snapped and cracked beneath your feet as you sprinted, legs burning as they tried to carry you faster than you’d ever run in your life. Behind you, the bear roared—a thunderous, bone-rattling sound that spurred you into motion even harder.

The forest blurred around you as you ran, branches whipping against your skin and sharp twigs cutting into your arms, but you couldn’t stop. The bear’s heavy footfalls were too close, crushing the ground behind you, its labored breathing filling the air like a predator closing in on its prey.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All that mattered was running, keeping distance between you and the creature that seemed so much faster than it had any right to be. Your lungs screamed, your legs ached, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to look back.

The bear was right there—closer than you’d thought. Too close.

Before you could react, your foot caught on a gnarled root sticking out from the dirt. You pitched forward with a gasp, hitting the ground hard as the world spun around you. Pain exploded in your palms as you scraped against the rough earth, but there was no time to think. No time to recover. The bear was on you.

Its massive form cast a shadow over you as you scrambled to push yourself up, heart hammering wildly. You could feel the earth tremble beneath its weight, hear the terrifying growl as it raised a massive paw, ready to smash down and crush you in one powerful strike.

Just as the blow was about to land, something struck the bear—hard. A blur of movement cut through the air, knocking the beast off balance. You gasped, rolling to your side just as a long, sinuous shape coiled between you and the bear, swift and silent like a whip of lightning.

He moved with terrifying precision, a lithe figure with his lower half winding into the form of a powerful snake coiling effortlessly in the dirt. His human torso was bare, muscles flexing with every motion as his long tail lashed out, slamming the bear aside with a force that seemed impossible. His expression had twisted into something primal, his gaze searing with the intent to protect.

The bear roared, shaking off the blow, but the naga was faster. In an instant, he coiled tighter, his long tail whipping around with blinding speed, wrapping around the bear’s torso and pinning its limbs. The bear struggled, thrashing against the powerful grip, but his tail constricted, tighter and tighter, until the creature’s growls turned to pitiful whimpers.

“Stay still,” he commanded, voice low but firm, and the bear finally stilled, trapped beneath his hold.

You sat up, breathless, staring at the scene in disbelief as your heart raced. The naga's body relaxed slightly, but he didn’t release the bear, his serpentine tail still keeping the beast immobilized as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Are you alright?” His voice was calm now, as if he hadn’t just subdued a bear with his bare—well, snake—body.

You nodded weakly, too winded to speak, still processing the fact that you were alive—and that this monster had saved you in the most unexpected way.

The tension between you and the forest broke as he slowly unwound his tail from the bear, giving it space to retreat. The creature, disoriented and shaken, scrambled back into the trees, not daring to test his strength a second time.

He finally turned his full attention to you, extending a hand. “You should be more careful,” he said, with a hint of reprimand in his tone. “This mountain isn’t as tame as you think.”

But beneath the sharp words, you could feel the undercurrent of concern.

You took his hand, feeling the solid grip of his palm, and let him pull you up. His tail flicked in the dirt as he helped you steady yourself, the cool air wrapping around the both of you.

“I thought the path was safe,” you managed to breathe out.

His honeyed brown eyes softened, and for a moment, you could almost see a hint of warmth there, something beneath his composed exterior. “Not all paths are,” he said quietly, his voice steady and grounding.

"Uhm... thank you," you muttered, still catching your breath, trailing off slightly as the adrenaline began to fade. He looked aside for a moment, his expression unreadable, the silence between you both thick with unspoken things. His body relaxed, though the coil of his tail still moved subtly against the earth, a quiet reminder of his power.

Then, his gaze returned to you, those rounded pupils locking on you with an intent that made your heart stutter. “Nanami,” he said, almost as if deciding on the spot to give you something more personal, something real.

You couldn’t help but grin, relief bubbling up as a soft giggle escaped you. "Nanami. I... I feel like that's not enough. I want to do something to thank you," you said, a little nervous, but there was sincerity in your voice. After all, he had just saved your life in a way you could have never imagined.

His lips pressed together for a brief moment before he spoke. “No. There's no need. You should just head home before you get into more trouble.” His words were calm, but there was an undertone—something unreadable in his expression, as if he was weighing something in his mind.

You hesitated. It felt too soon to leave, too sudden after what had just happened. The air between you held a strange tension, not uncomfortable, but... charged. You swallowed, glancing around the dense trees and untamed wilderness, then back to him. "Are you sure? I mean... I could buy you a drink? Or maybe—"

"No," Nanami interrupted, his voice a touch firmer, though not unkind. "Out here, that isn’t necessary." His eyes shifted, just for a second, a flicker of something that told you he wasn’t as unmoved as he seemed.

Before you could respond, he sighed, his posture softening slightly. His gaze drifted down the mountain path behind you before he spoke again, a little quieter this time. “It’s dangerous to wander alone. If you don't know your way back..." His voice trailed off, and for a split second, you thought he might just leave it at that.

But then, his golden eyes found yours again, and you felt something shift in the air between you. “If you’d like,” he began, his voice slower, more deliberate now, “I can take you somewhere safer. Somewhere nearby.”

The suggestion hung in the air, almost cautious, like an invitation that could easily be taken back if you hesitated too long. Your heart skipped, curiosity piqued by both the offer and the quiet sense of care in his tone.

“Nearby?” you repeated, your breath catching slightly.

Nanami nodded, his tail shifting in the grass again, coiling slightly before relaxing. “I have a den close to here,” he said, his eyes not leaving yours. “It’s secluded—safe. You could rest there for a while. Then I’ll make sure you find your way back home.”

You blinked, surprised by the offer. It was practical, yes, but there was a gentle undertone in his voice that made it feel like more. You hesitated only for a moment, weighing your options. As if there was really a need. You didn't want to leave him so soon and this was a perfect excuse to stay close.

“I—yes. That would be... really helpful,” you admitted, your voice a little softer now. The tension in your body finally began to unwind, trusting in the unexpected calm that Nanami brought with him. “Thank you.”

Nanami gave a slow nod, his expression steady with something else beneath it. “Stay close,” he instructed, turning with a fluid grace as his tail wound itself beneath him, leading the way.

You followed, heart still racing but now with a different rhythm. You couldn’t help but watch the way his form moved, the contrast between his human upper half and the long, powerful tail that seemed so at ease in the wild. His presence, both intimidating and oddly protective, made you feel... safe.

He led you deeper into the forest, down a narrow path that you hadn’t even noticed before. The trees grew denser, the shadows deeper, and yet you felt no fear, only a growing curiosity as to where Nanami was taking you.

After a few minutes, the landscape shifted. You noticed the sound of running water—a small stream, clear and cold, winding between rocks. Just beyond it, you saw an opening in the side of a large rock formation, half-hidden by overgrown vines and moss. The entrance was wide enough for him to slip through with ease, his long body winding gracefully as he moved toward it.

“This way,” Nanami murmured, pausing at the entrance, waiting for you.

You stepped forward, cautiously peering inside. The den was surprisingly spacious, lit with the soft glow of bioluminescent plants hanging from the ceiling. The walls were smooth stone, cool and clean, with a pile of thick furs in one corner that looked comfortable enough to sleep on. It was far more inviting than you expected for a naga’s den.

Nanami moved inside effortlessly, his movements still fluid and calm, before he gestured toward the furs. “You can rest here if you'd like. Nap if you need. It’s warm, and no harm will come to you.”

Everything he said had an air of protection. You nodded, stepping inside with him, the strange tension from earlier melting into something more like quiet understanding.

“Thank you... again,” you murmured, glancing at him as you settled onto the furs. They were warm, surprisingly soft against your skin. Nanami didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel his presence lingering, the quiet hum of something unspoken in the air.

He finally nodded, his expression softening just enough to show he had no intention of leaving you unguarded for as long as you were with him. His form was solid and fluid, a mixture of two states fused together. Everything about him was so interesting. The kind eyes, the stoic expression, his sturdy form. Your eyes trailed all up and down his torso to his tail tip.

You thought a moment and hummed to yourself.

"Nanami... I think I know how I'd like to thank you," you started. He raised a brow at you, about to tell you once more it wasn't necessary when you gestured for him to join you on the furs. He hesitated, but eventually approached, his form towering over you easily. You reached up, taking his hand and pulling him down beside you. Even lying down, his torso was a tad large.

"So. Are you going to tell me?" He asked, looking you over curiously. You trailed your fingers on his stomach, feeling how soft his flesh was despite the firmness of his abdomen and the scales littering along his waist.

"For saving me, I want to give you a little... uhm. Oral~?" You suggested with a heat quickly rising to your cheeks. Nanami was taken aback, ready to protest.

But he was surprisingly easy to convince.

A couple prods and some more trailing fingers and he was already beginning to peek from his slit.

Now he had little reason to refuse. You already started, why not finish?

Nanami's face was dusted in pink, his eyes averted. "Hn... alright. If you insist..."

You smirked, pulling yourself up to straddle on his thick, powerful tail and dragging your hands down his stomach. His breath was steady, adjusting to sit upright and putting his hands on your thighs to keep you stable. Slowly, with each caress and touch his member slid out of the hidden slit where his tail and torso met. A pair of thick, serpentine pieces that welcomed your touch, reacting with small twitches.

Rubbing one, you leaned down and flicked your tongue against the other's tip. Planting kisses on each tip before taking one slowly into your mouth. He brushed his thumbs over your thighs, touch gentle, his pointed nails lightly pressing your skin.

You teased his serpent cocks. Listening as he gradually warmed, his stoicism breaking so you could hear how nicely he felt. The signs started small. A soft groan, his hands gripping you a little firmer now. After some time he began to squirm and hiss his breath through his teeth.

Your tongue swirled, sucking and bobbing your head, your hand working the other piece until it started to throb and spill clear precum.

"You're very eager," Nanami muttered, unable to resist his head rolling back.

A small snicker interrupted you, making you pull away to laugh. "I just want you to know how much I appreciated what you did."

He was still of the mind that a simple thank you would have been enough. Not that he was complaining. It just seemed like a bit of a jump.

You went back to it, swapping which sides you were rubbing and sucking. You could feel your saliva cooling on his cock. Both were throbbing, his writhing told you how much it was beginning to ache. He clawed the pelts beneath him to refrain from clawing you, breathing heavily. You pulled away, saliva stringing from your lips to his cock.

The sight alone was enough to make him melt. Nanami wanted you so badly, biting his lip with his pointed teeth. His eyes half lidded, looking at you lustfully.

Nanami bit back another sound, taking a shaky breath. "I-I'm so close..." he muttered, as if warning you.

You pulled away, rubbing both of his cocks as you leaned in to him, slightly grinding on his tail. "Cum then. I'm waiting," you purred.

He bucked into your hands, desperate to feel release by your touch. You kissed up his chest, letting him buck and writhe, tightening your grip just a bit. A low moan escaping him as his hips stuttered, his cocks pulsing and splattering shot after shot of cum all over your shirt and hands. Ah, maybe you should have removed that... oh well.

His hands went for your thighs, caressing and prodding them, needing a moment to catch his breath. You sat back, wiping your hands off on your already ruined shirt. His chest heaved, his head back and his eyes closed.

"Ngh... Y-you didn't have to do that," Nanami said finally.

"No worries. I wanted to," you smiled, sliding off of his tail and sitting beside him in the bed of pelts. Nanami looked you over, furrowing his brow in concern at the mess he made.

"I could do something for you in return?"

You shook your head. "Hm? No, you don't have to do anything. You saved me, I pleased you. We're even." His offer was sweet, but you really didn't want anything like that. Watching him unravel was enough for you. Though, you'd love to see him fall apart again sometime~ You leaned against him, noticing how much softer he seemed after he was relaxed and spent. "Uhm... let me know whenever you're, uh, collected. If you still don't mind walking me home."

We’re not perfect. We’ve had our share of fights, our moments of immaturity, and our struggles. Yet here we are—he’s carrying the responsibility of providing for us, even when it wasn’t something he expected. And somehow, through it all, he still chooses to show up for me in the quietest, simplest ways.

I realized again how much his support means to me. I’ve always been independent, but now, I can’t imagine life without him by my side. Maddy and I love him deeply. And last night, because of that simple hug, I was finally able to sleep peacefully.

You had heard enough. 

From behind the door, you could hear his voice, dripping with charm and sweet-talking Ms. All Sunday. He called her soft things that you had foolishly thought were meant for you alone. You heard him pause suddenly when you stomped away. Perhaps he heard you or saw you, but whichever it was, you weren’t going to stick around.

Climbing the many stairs, you left for the office on the highest floor of Rain Dinners, going to the balcony to be alone in the fresh air. The desert was dry and cold, of course, but being out under the stars was exactly what you needed right now. 

The moon was hidden above the chin of the massive golden bananawani that sat on the very top of Rain Dinners, bathing you in a chilly shadow. Despite the discomfort you were beginning to feel, you refused to turn around. You needed to be away. If you had anywhere else to go, you would have left. There just… wasn’t anywhere else to be.

Perhaps that’s where some of the hurt was coming from. He used the pet names and the honeyed language so flippantly. You just couldn’t help feeling jealous - for lack of a better word. Maybe the better word is gullible. That was it. You felt stupid for believing his lies, for thinking those pet names meant something else when turned on you.

The glass door clicked shut behind you, making you tense and your thoughts pause. You refused to turn around.

Heavy footsteps approached, a very tall figure taking the space beside you. A massive, golden hook entered your view, cloaked immediately by a black overcoat hanging on his shoulders. You turned away from him, propping your cheek up on your arm. He was silent, the only indicator of his annoyance were the eyes burning into the back of your skull. Crocodile dug into his coat pocket for a cigar, holding it between his teeth as he used his lighter.

“Out with it,” he huffed, a cloud of smoke following his words.

You bit your lip, trying to muster the courage to speak. The words were stuck in your throat, a bitter mix of anger and hurt. Finally, you sighed, your shoulders dropping, unable to keep it bottled up any longer.

"You don't have to pretend with me, you know," you said quietly, staring out at the desert. "I heard you with Ms. All Sunday. The pet names, the sweet talk... It made me realize how easy it is for you to say those things without meaning them."

His eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that what's bothering you? You think I’m just playing games?"

"I don't know what to think," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "I just... I just don’t want to be another pawn in whatever scheme you're running."

Crocodile took a long drag of his cigar, exhaling slowly. "You give yourself too much credit," he said, his tone harsh. "I don’t waste my time on things that don't matter."

You flinched at his words, but you couldn’t let it go. "Then what am I to you? Just another tool? Another means to an end?"

He turned to face you fully, his gaze intense. "You're more than that, but if you want to keep questioning everything, you’ll never see it."

Silence hung between you both, thick and suffocating. You felt a tear slip down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, not wanting to show any more weakness.

"I don’t know if I can believe you," you whispered.

Crocodile sighed, flicking the ash from his cigar. His next words were softer, almost begrudging. "The truth is, it has always been you. From the beginning. If I didn’t care, you wouldn't be here.”

Your breath hitched, heart pounding in your chest. You turned to look at him, seeing a rare vulnerability in his eyes.

He continued, keeping your gaze. "And you should know by now that I don’t let people I don’t care about stay. The fact you can call this place home should tell you everything.”

You let the words linger, watching his face for something that would betray him. But there was nothing. His eyes softened towards you, his demeanor less rigid than you had ever seen before. He placed his hand on your hip and pulled you away from the railing, pressing your waist into his.

“Understand now?” he asked, blowing a cloud of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, away from you.

“I do,” you nodded, your hands resting on his chest. His presence was wonderfully warm compared to the cold outside. You stepped closer to him, looking up at him with your glistening eyes still wet from your previous tears. Crocodile wrapped his coat around you, bringing you back inside to his office.

“Good…” he hummed, pausing by his desk and directing you to the door. “Lock that.”

You furrowed your brow, doing as he directed and closing the door, locking it and returning to find him snuffing his cigar in the ashtray, his coat resting on the back of the chair.

“You’ve caused a lot of stress, you know,” he sighed heavily, shaking his head.

“I know… I’m sorry,” you said, lowering your head. Crocodile’s hook entered your view, the point threatening your flesh as he lifted your chin to look at him. You met his mischievous gaze and his sinister grin.

“Show me you mean it.”

That glint in his eyes wasn’t new, you could tell what he was insinuating. As the warmth rushed to your face, you trailed your gaze down his broad chest to his belt, keeping your chin lifted to avoid his hook. 

“Get to it. I can see you salivating,” he said, releasing your chin.

Crocodile was a mountain of a man. You barely had to kneel to reach his pants, unbuckling his belt and opening his fly to access his hefty, flaccid cock. You gripped it firmly, rubbing it until it stiffened. As you did so, Crocodile undressed himself, leaving his vest, ascot, and shirt on the desk beside him.

You stroked Crocodile until he stood at attention. His cock was thick and heavy, standing tall from his pelvis. You tentatively licked the tip, kissing it softly from there to the base then back to the top. Once there, you wrapped your lips on the head and bobbed slowly onto it, taking more and more into your mouth with each pass. This wasn’t the first time Crocodile had you down on your knees. Metaphorically.

“That’s it. Cock hungry little slut,” Crocodile chuckled, watching you with darkened eyes.

You stroked him as you sucked, rubbing your saliva into every crease. You licked all along the shaft, looking up to catch his gaze with your half lidded eyes. You gripped his hip and bobbed on his cock, allowing it to slip into your throat. Hot and wet, you had to shut your eyes tight to focus.

Crocodile groaned softly, a curse hissing past his teeth. His noises made your heart flutter. You loved to hear him enjoying your throat. His hand settled on your head, following you as you bobbed and licked and sucked. His cock was coated until it glistened. It was as stiff as it could be, veins beginning to pulse along the length.

You reached under yourself. You grazed a hand up and along your sensitivity, moaning as you slathered your tongue all over Crocodile’s piece. You wanted to feel good with him. Desperate for friction on your own body.

“That’s enough,” he said suddenly. You halted and pulled away. “Undress. Get on the desk.”

You followed his direction, setting your clothes aside and climbing onto the desk, awaiting your next direction on all fours.

“You’re a greedy, impatient little thing. Keep going. I’ll take care of you,” he said, gesturing to his lap. You leaned down, stroking him once more. With your focus on his cock, you didn’t notice him wetting his fingers. He wrapped his arm around you and teased his thick fingers against your tight hole, making you squeak.

His dark chuckle made you shudder. You kissed his tip and stroked him quickly. Taking in his cock stuck your behind in the air, giving Crocodile the perfect opportunity to tease your hole. He pushed a finger in and you groaned, the sound vibrating your throat. His finger worked its way into your tightness, prodding around inside you. His thrusting was slow.

Your focus was split. The pleasure only increased as you felt your hole getting stretched by another finger. Both taking their time to explore and prod inside of you. You wanted to keep your pace, but you faltered and stuttered your work with every press deeper into you.

Watching you unwind made Crocodile’s cock throb. The strain in your brows as you tried to focus. The lecherous sounds you made as you slobbered all over him and moaned at the pleasure. A trickle of pre cum began to leak from his tip.

“Listen to you. You love the taste of my dick, don’t you? You’re so needy,” he panted softly, thrusting his fingers faster. “I love when you make that sound.”

His cock throbbed again and you tighten your grasp slightly. You did love his taste, nodding to tell him so. You couldn’t wait for him to burst so you could finally drink every drop he had.

“As much as I love your hunger, I want something a little more.”

You hesitated, looking up at him. He pulled his fingers out of your ass and gripped your meaty behind. You didn’t respond, burning hot but staying quiet. Crocodile’s smile fell.

“Are you still too nervous?” he asked.

“I… I want to try, I do,”

Crocodile slicked his hair back and took your hand, guiding you close to him. Leaning down, he pecked your lips. The smell of smoke was still on his breath. You sat up to feather kisses on the scar crossing the bridge of his nose. 

“If you ask me to be gentle, I might consider it,” Crocodile hummed close to your lips. “I want to see how tight you are.” You thought about it, idly pecking as you mulled it over. This step had to be taken eventually, right? And you loved him. How he felt and tasted and sounded. He would feel incredible inside you. You were sure of it.

You took a breath as you slid closer, feeling his warmth build your own into a raging fire of desire. 

You had come this far… and you wanted to try. At least once you wanted to try and show him why he was right to keep you around. Why you're the one who deserves all those beautiful little words.

“Crocodile, please,” you moaned, the sound low and desperate as you arch your back further into his grip. “Please, I need you inside me. Please, I want to feel you stretch me so deep inside,” you begged. “Please, be gentle with me. I want to see if you fit in my tight little ass,” you turned your half lidded eyes on his amused expression. 

“Such a cute little slut. You really know how to beg, don't you?” He asked, his hook resting just under your chin again as he made you tilt your head back even more. He loved the way you moved even in these tense moments. Your sweat dewed flesh bared and flushed for him. Only him. 

“Well then. If you put it that way, who am I to say no?” He smiled faintly, his brow cocked above the other. “Lay back,” he nudged you to lay flat on your back with your legs pinned up and apart. It was a demeaning position, but when his hot breath caressed your thighs you found you didn't really mind. 

“Try and relax for me, sweetheart,” he warned as he took a bottle of something slick and cold from the desk drawer and let it run between your ass cheeks and along your throbbing hole. You shuddered at the feeling, closing your eyes as you took a breath to steel yourself. 

The shudder turned to a jump as you felt his massive manhood settle between your cheeks, the tip visible to you between your own legs. If you didn't know better you would have thought there was an arm grinding against you at that moment from the pure length and girth of Crocodile’s cock. The heat of it reminded you otherwise though.

He took a moment to get himself and your ass thoroughly lubricated, holding your legs up as he rocked his hips back and forth. The veins of his equipment pulsed and were rubbing so deliciously against your hungry hole. It was building up into a grazing pleasure in the pit of your stomach, each second bringing more. 

Before you knew it you felt his hips shift and the tip of his thick cock kiss your hole. You knew dread wasn't going to help, so you turned all of your focus to maintaining your breathing. You just needed to stay calm and it might fit. Right? 

Your worry is written all over your face as you look down at the monster taking aim at your delicate hole.

You almost missed Crocodile's words until he stopped and grabbed your hand. “Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!” He snapped. His tone is sharp but his eyes show concern. That softness from earlier under the stars. “If you can't take it just tap out now.” He growled. “I'll try again when you're--”

“I can do it!” You reply, your eyes screwed shut as your hand tightens around his. “Just-” you suck in a breath to calm your frantic heart. “Just- oh fuck it-!” 

You lurched forward and caught his mouth in a deep kiss, pushing him inside of yourself without his help. You tensed up for a second at the intrusion. The heat was so much more intense than you imagined. Your chest froze for only a moment before you feel a careful hand scoop you up and support your weight.

“Breathe for me, sugar,” his honeyed voice whispered in your ear, his lips laying kisses on your neck. “Breathe. You're doing great" he soothed, rubbing circles on your back as you relax and find yourself slipping slowly further down his length with every breath.

Each moment brought another wave of unstoppable sensation. Incredible pleasure mixed with an indescribable feeling of fullness. You blindly searched and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gasping and shuddering against his chest as you're overwhelmed with the feeling of being opened so wide and so deep.

“C-Croc-” you started to messily moan, trying to move your hips on your own. “Please~ it's so big-” you cried against his skin. You looked up and saw an unusual expression on his face. His eyes are wide in surprise, but he's biting his lip as he watches you move. He's never seen anything quite this sexy before. 

“You've done enough doll. I've got it from here.” 

You felt as he laid you back down on the desk. His hook dug into the wood as he braced himself and started to slowly thrust into you. You see stars with every press, the top of his length crushing something inside of you that felt so unbelievably new. What was that? You didn't have the time nor capacity to understand, only left to bask in the feeling of this new place getting claimed by Crocodile.

“You're so tight- I'm gonna cum already, baby.” He warned. You couldn't even respond in words, only crying out ecstatic moans while your hands clawed at the desk below you. 

It happened like an explosion. As Crocodile moaned lowly, you felt his cock twitch harder, then begin shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. Your insides flooded with his seed and the feeling sent you toppling over your own edge. You curled around him while your hole twitched and seized around him, locking you two together for the duration of your mutual climax. 

You didn't even realize it was over until you felt him sit up. He slicks his hair back from his face, and slowly pulls his softened length from your hole. The motion causes the remainder of his lust to dribble out onto the now ruined surface of his desk. 

“Damn. Gonna need to get a new one now,” he muttered, stepping away to get something. You laid with your head in a daze, spent and winded from the event. You almost felt too empty without him inside you. Already, you were hoping he’d do it again.

You were suddenly picked up and wrapped in his cloak. You hadn't noticed him getting dressed beside you. Before you know it he's taken you to his room, laying you on his large bed. “What are you-”