#slight drabble

[meowsgirldrawing]

AUNTIE LAE'ZEL IDEA I CAN'T GET OUT OF MY HEAD-

For sure I'm going to write this when I can but I need to say it before I loose my mind! GODS-

SO this is mainly pertaining to Astarion romance, mainly cause he's the only one I'm familiar with personality wise so far. And he's the only one who's kids I've made.

But imagine Auntie Laze'zel-

Post! Game, Tav and Astarion have two little dhampires.

While everyone else was welcoming to the little bat-pups in their own ways, Lae'zel was..standoff-ish at first.

Don't get her wrong, she's happy for her friends comrades, she's just unsure how to proceed with these little blood suckers.

If her relationship with both Tav and Astarion are in the high, she's seemingly more nervous than unwelcoming. Confused possibly.

She knows how to treat children, somewhat, but babies??

Little toddlers that can't do anything for themselves?

Yeah, no, she's going to wait until they can at least understand the difference between a cat and a dog- And Tav why are you pushing the non-hatchling into her arms??

She's frozen as she holds their daughter. Her white curls, the only thing she shares with her twin brother, soft and tangled in her hand that supports the head. Tav helps her adjust as Astarion chuckles teases on the side. She'd snap at him another time, she's too busy staring at the defenseless, weak creature in her arms.

Eyes blink open, tiny nose unlike hers scrunches and she's staring into wide, red eyes tinged with orange.

She braces, having seen enough of other's childen waking up and immediately screaming their dislike of whatever they see. Not that she values a child's opinion of her looks. She'd could care less, but her ears care alot.

It doesn't happen. Happy and curious cooes start, eyes crickling as the girl reaches up. Grasping at her braids. Gently tugging and feeling the warriors hair.

"She's your unfortunate copy, Tav." Theres weight on her arm and a tight hold accompanying it. Her tail. Just like how Tav always wraps their's around Astarion or people she's closest too, the baby wraps as much as her tiny tail will allow around....

No, she is not turning soft, hush your ridiculous lies, Astarion!

She continues with that sentence for years, even when found playing 'teecups and crowns' with Amarylis and watching over Axel's non-serious training. Who she even gets pulled into playing with the dog with or finding weird stones along the stream, nothing but trying to find gold that could only be burried in the earth. But she doesn't say a word to the young halfing about that, just grabs the collar of his shirt if he wanders too far off, a soft hissable warning falling from her lips.

She's not used to kids, it's clear to the parents. But she tries, because they show a side she's not used to. They won't have to fight for their freedom, or lives or anything of that sort. They'll be able to choose to fight. And if having a toy crown on her head that has the girl with an affectionate tail giggling and finally finding a stone that has the boy, his outrageous curls doxed in his first half shave, grinning and spouting praises you'd only hear from young ones, is the biggest proof of that, she's alright with it...mostly.

And if you think the protection stops there...HAHAHAHA- No.

One time Lae'zel was in charge of the kids who wanted to go to a nearby carnival. Astarion and Tav allowed it, seeing it as a nice opportunity for some alone time and bonding time for Lae'zel and her little warriors in tow.

And if you call Lae'zel nearly breaking a man's arm off as bonding time...sure.

An older man, possibly a hunter by the looks of how his eyes shifted and how he posed in his following of the three, dared reach for Axel who was too busy staring wide eyed at the golden clocks on one stand to notice his creeping.

Lucky for him, Auntie Lae'zel came in, hissing and glaring, hand on the always sharp dagger she has at her hip.

To others and the guards, it looked like an attempted kidnapping so the man was taken away as soon as Lae'zel got a few good hits in, possibly a few cuts.

'Great.' She grumbled in her mind as she watch the man be dragged off, spouts of vampire children going unheard by the guards who merely rolled their eyes and gritted out words of justice.

She turns, half expecting to see eyes wide in fear at her, only to find a small body slamming into her front. Axel, at the age of 9, goes sniffling into her tunic, clutching at her back with tight fists.

"Auntie Lae!" His sister's teary eyes meet her unsure ones, "Are you okay??" She frets, coming in close aswell.

She ignores the murmurs, the looks as the crowd around them disperses. Her thoughts still trying to come together.

She tsks, patting the girls head instead of answering and pulls Axel away form her, only to kneel infront of him. "Next time, watch your surroundings. Understand, pup?" A common nickname from her companions. It calms the boy down, his red eyes getting wiped as he nods and sniffs, "Y-Yes, ma'am..."

After wiping his face and giving him a somewhat awkward hug, one that has Ama giggling and Axel blinking, they continue on, enjoying the carnival to the best of their ability.

And it seems to work out well. As soon as Astarion and Tav arrive home, the twins running up to their open armed father as Tav approches a tired Lae'zel. They chuckle and -

"What?!" Astarion bawks.

They look over, seeing the twins glance at each other then back at Astarion.

"Can you teach us how to fight like Auntie Lae'zel?" Ama smiles like she's asking for a delicate flower, while Axel gives a wicked grin in comparison. "YEAH! She beat up a bad man at the carnival today!" He giggles, "I think his arm broke cause I heard a loud crack!"

Tav blinks. Lae'zel stares. Then smirks, "I take back my first statement, they are like him."

[2-dsimp]

A bit of TMI but the other night, my bf and i made a few sex tapes. He loved it but I can't get over the fact how plumpy I look 💀 he assured me that he loves how I look despite how chubby I am. Funny enough, he's kinda built like Nokka except more lean. I can imagine Nokka and wife making a sex tape, and after reviewing it, wife feels insecure how her body looks 😭

Tw: suggestive! Chubby fem wife

Well that’s okay chubby! Wife will get all the positive reinforcement from her doting husband. That’ll force you to watch the sex tapes you’ve made making you look at the close ups of your plump body jiggle. Underneath the rough palm of his hands greedily groping every inch like it was elastic play dough.

Talking you through it, groaning about how soft, thick, and pliant you are for him. Nokka would praise you especially for being such a good chubby bunny taking all he has to give you. He won’t stop, nor will he ever stop drilling into your pretty empty head that you’re gorgeous by design. And all that fatty goodness is his for the taking to mark, bite, and caress as he pleases.

[spidersoulss]

His Girl

Pairing: Dbf!Joel Miller x F!Reader, no out-break, Joel is in his 30’s and reader is in her late 20’s

Summary: You and Joel have been a thing in private, not wanting people, or more specifically your dad, to find out. Things have been going great…until a new neighbor rolls into town. 

Warnings: Angst, insecure reader, jealous reader, oblivious joel, eventual fluff

Word Count: 2,187

A/N: My first time writing some angst seriously, I hope I did justice. Thank you to Anon for requesting this! @disabilitymissunderstood hope you all enjoy!!

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You were cooling off in the backyard of your fathers house, dipping your feet in the inground pool with a drink in your hand. It was the middle of summer and your father wanted to throw a little get together cookout type thing. He invited half the neighborhood; your dad was quite popular in your little town. 

You recognized mostly everyone, mostly Joel. he nonchalantly walked over to where you were lounging, trying to hide the smirk on his face. You peered up at him through your sunglasses, “hey stranger” you smirked, earning a chuckle from him. “Hey yourself” he said. 

-Joel and you have been dating for about five months now. Your only rule was to keep it under wraps, due to the fact that you were scared of people being weirded out by the age gap between you two. It wasn't even that big of a deal, you were a grown adult in her late 20s, and Joel was 36. He had been more than willing to agree when you brought up your father. God forbid he finds out his best friend is dating his little girl, who's not so little anymore.-

You huff a laugh and grin up at him in all his glory. He sits down beside you, with some given space. “You enjoyin’ the cookout?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink. He nods, “yeah it's good, real good” he puts some emphasis on the last two words as his eyes rake over your body and you scoff, throwing him a look. He laughs and nudges you. “This texas heat is gettin to you aint it” you joke and he shrugs, “it's not just the heat” he pushes, a cheesy smile plastered on his handsome face.

You roll your eyes and bite back a grin. “Watch yourself Miller” you warn half heartedly. He throws his hands up in feigned surrender. Your father calls him over to join in on his conversation, Joel gives you a wink and wanders over to them. You sigh as you watch the ripples in the pool water.

This would be so much easier if you two went public, but it's sort of fun to keep it on the low. Even if you hate keeping things from your father. He's been so good to you, he deserves to know. But you just can't bring yourself to tell him. Lord knows what it would do to him. 

You absentmindedly stare at Joel as he converses with the neighbors. You see a woman, maybe a bit older than him, walk over. You haven't seen her before, she must have just rolled into town. She's pretty, albeit. Definitely looking good for her age, long shiny hair and a killer smile. You watch as she walks over to where Joel is, a strange unwelcoming feeling starts bubbling up in your chest. You push it down with another sip of your drink.

Joel is of course being his usual friendly self, and the woman is leaning into it a bit too much to your liking. Laughing at all his jokes, being touchy and flirty. He doesn't seem to notice her motive. You get up with a frustrated huff and walk inside the house. Joel takes notice of this and excuses himself from the conversation.

You shouldn't feel this way, of course women are going to flirt with him, he's Joel. And you two aren't public, no one knows about the relationship you share behind closed doors. It still doesn't feel good. He's yours, and you're his. He promised you that day one. 

Everyone is outside enjoying the cookout. You're standing in your fathers kitchen, filling yourself a glass of ice water. You hear the back door open and close, you know it's Joel. You sigh to yourself and take a swig of the water. “You all good in here sweetheart?” he asks, you fake a smile and nod. “Yeah everything is great” you say. He nods and steps closer to you. 

“Who was that lady, I don't think I recognize her” you ask calmly, Joel of course thinks nothing of it. “Hm? Oh yeah, she just moved down the street, said her name was Caroline” he informs you, you nod and cross your arms, leaning against the counter. “That's cool, she seems nice” you say, silently pinching yourself to push down the jealousy boiling within. 

“Yeah she's sweet, I offered to help her finish moving in tomorrow” your eye twitches and you sip your drink, chewing on an ice cube. Sweet? Is he serious? “That's nice of you” your tone is short, he catches onto this and raises a brow “You sound upset baby” he asks with some concern. “No! No i'm not upset, it's great that you offered to help, i'm sure Caroline feels so good about that” you huff. Joel squints his eyes in suspicion but raises no further questions. He does not want to argue with you in your fathers kitchen. 

“Yeah, you wanna come along?” he offers, “no i'm okay, i've got..yardwork to do tomorrow” you come up with an excuse. You do not want to be around Joel and another girl who is potentially interested in him. That would not go over well with you. You'd rather sit angry in your bedroom. 

“Ah okay, sure” he smiles softly before turning on his heel and walking out back into the crowd in the backyard. You slump as soon as he leaves, huffing to yourself and running a hand over your face. You catch a glimpse of him back in conversation with Caroline. You decide you don't want to be here any longer. 

You at least say bye to your father, grabbing your stuff and doing a half assed irish goodbye. The drive home is filled with too many thoughts running through your head. You're an overthinker at heart, it never comes in handy. It's a short drive to your house, you live just down the block, Joel's house is a few more down. You step out of the car and notice the U-Haul van in the driveway next to Joel's house. Great, so great, she's his next door neighbor. This is perfect.

Your eye twitches again and you storm inside, flopping down on the couch and turning the tv on to distract yourself. It doesn't work, all you can think about is how this woman is for sure plotting to take Joel away from you. 

You think Joel would favor this woman, Caroline, more than you. I mean why wouldn't he, she's his age, pretty, friendly and sparks up great conversation. He obviously likes her too, leaning into her small arm touches and smiling at her for a second too long. God why do you have to do this to yourself, he obviously loves you, plus youre dating in secret, you could at least be understanding. You wouldn't want people suspecting Joel was dating. 

On the other hand you want people to suspect, you don't want anyone taking him away from you. A part of you thinks you're not mature enough for Joel, he's told you before that you have your whole life ahead of you, why spend it with him? You didn't care, you wanted to be with him. He made you feel so special, like you're the only girl in a room full of people. 

But then you saw him with that woman, making her feel how he makes you feel. Maybe it's a Joel thing, he's always friendly with everyone, why is this any different? You fall asleep, angry on the couch, stirring in your thoughts that you wish would just shut the fuck up. 

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The next day you wake up from the worst sleep of your life. Looking outside you actually do think you should do some yard work. You throw on some clothes you don't care to get dirty and head outside into the Texas heat. 

While tending to your front garden, your attention is turned to down the street. You see Joel helping Caroline finish moving. Lips are moving but you have no idea what they're talking about. She lets out a hearty laugh and Joel seems proud of himself. You grunt to yourself and throw your garden tools down, one of them hits your foot and cuts it. You yelp in pain and grab your foot.

Who the hell does yardwork barefoot? You apparently…stupid. (i don't mean that 😔). You walk awkwardly back inside, cursing at yourself, and at Caroline…and Joel. angry tears well up in your eyes, you are so full of emotions right now and the only reasonable way to deal with it is to just cry. It works wonders…most of the time. 

The cut is deeper than you think and you groan loudly. You do not want to deal with anything today. 

The doorbell rings and you jump slightly. You're not expecting any company right now. You haphazardly wrap your bloody foot and go to open the door.

“Joel?” you're honestly surprised he showed up. “Hey darlin’, mind if I-” he notices your badly wrapped foot and frowns, “what happened to your foot?” he asks concern etched in his tone. You laugh awkwardly, “ah its uh..its nothing, why are you here?” you ask, not meaning to sound as cold as you did. “What, am I not allowed to visit my favorite girl?” he grins. 

How can you be mad at him when he talks to you like that. You let him in and plop on the couch, he joins you. “Great job at bandaging that, you should go into the medical field” he jokes and you scoff, biting back a smirk. “Shut up, it's temporary” you excuse. He chuckles to himself and gets up, wandering to your bathroom, coming back with proper aid for your wounded foot. 

He kneels down in front of you, taking your foot gently. He unwraps the bandage and frowns when he sees the cut. “You gonna tell me how this happened sweetheart?” he asks, wetting a pad with alcohol. You sigh and press your lips into a thin line. “Yardwork” you admit, “yard work?” he repeats and you nod. “You were doing yard work barefoot?” he asks, a worried smirk on his face. “Yep, I know it's stupid” you shake your head and he grunts, dabbing the wound with the alcohol soaked cotton pad. 

You wince slightly at the sting, “i'm sorry baby” your heart clenches in your chest. “I threw the garden tools on the ground…and one of them hit my foot” you admit, looking down at your wound. Joel frowns, “why'd you do that?” he asks. 

You furrow your brows and fidget with your hands. You've always been one for communication, it would be stupid to keep this from him and let the jealousy and anger fester into something more. 

You sigh before looking at him with a hint of shame in your eyes, “I saw you helping Caroline move into her house, and you looked so happy with her and I got upset…” you finally tell him, he looks confused and you continue speaking before he can say anything. “The way she was acting at the cookout yesterday, all flirty, and you- you didn't do anything about it you just- i don't know, you were so nice to her and-” you groan softly as you frown, “and i thought you were starting to like her because she's, yknow, your age” 

Joel goes to speak but you keep going. “I thought that she wanted you, and I'm younger than you and not as mature? I don't know, I sound stupid.” You cover your face with your hands and he sighs heavily. “Oh sweetheart” he rubs comforting circles on your calf. “Baby I had no idea, I'm so sorry I made it seem that way” he apologizes. 

“I just wanted to be a friendly neighbor, I had no other intentions, and I truly thought she was just being friendly, not flirty- I'm sorry sweetheart, I should've noticed,” he goes on. You smile softly at him and he smiles back, quickly finishing your bandage. 

He returns to his spot next to you on the couch. He pulls you close and you wrap your arms around him, breathing in his scent. He smells like wood and whiskey. Your favorite smell on him. Joel rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. 

“Hey, look at me” he gently grabs your chin, you look at him with glossy eyes. “You are the only one for me, okay? I don't care that you're younger than me, and I don't care about her. I love you and you only sweetheart” he reassures you and you hug him tightly, pressing your face into his chest. “I love you too” you say softly. 

He presses kisses to the top of your head, to your cheeks and finally your lips. All your worries melt away when his lips meet yours. 

You know he loves only you, you know he wants only you. You are more than content with that because you feel the same way about him.

[malikaihii]

“Me and y/n are not in a relationship.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi and you have been close for years. You grew up together. Though recently, the Dynamic had started to shift. You’ve started hanging out more, holding hands, even cuddling. You spend your nights watching him practice, and after you both go back to your dorm to watch movies. Even without ever saying anything, everyone knows you both are off limits.

You’ve never offically spoken about your feelings for one another, but the amount of time you’ve spent holding hands, staring at each other, and to be honest, just talking to him, shows that there’s something there. Ushijima isn’t known for being talkative, and while he never tells people to go away if they try, he rarely engages in conversations. He’s just not known for being a social person. But with you? He listens to everything. You may not notice how intently he’s listening, until suddenly, a week later, he brings it up again. You guys often go on dates, calling them just that. You spend almost all of the time that he’s not in volleyball or class, together. So it’s no shock that you just assumed you were dating.

Yet, here you are, standing outside his classroom door with his volleyball jacket in hand. He had left it in your dorm the night before and had asked if you’d bring it to him. You were just about to walk into the classroom when you heard Satori Tendou.

“So,” he drags, “did you hear Yoshida talking about how he has a thing for l/n?”

Wakatoshi frowns slightly, likely unconsciously.

“I see.”

Tendou groans, “That’s it? You’re not like jealous or upset at all?”

He knows that Wakatoshi doesn’t typically show emotion, but Tendou had thought he’d say something more interesting.

Ushijima ponders for a second before answering, “No, I don’t think so. Why would I be? Should I be?”

“Well, I mean, yeah? Some guy is into your partner? Doesn’t that bother you?”

Wakatoshi frowns deeper, “Me and y/n are not in a relationship.”

You knew you shouldn’t have been listening. It’s not nice to eavesdrop. But you just couldn’t help it. Honestly though, after hearing this you don’t know if you’d rather have just walked into the classroom or not.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the classroom.

“Hey, ‘Toshi! Here you go.” You say, trying your hardest to give a genuine-looking smile.

Wakatoshi nods and mutters a ‘thanks’. You say a quick goodbye to him and Tendou and walk away.

“Do you think they heard?” Tendou asks.

Wakatoshi had noticed your smile didn’t quite meet your eyes. It made him uncomfortable as he answered, “I don’t know.”

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You knew you shouldn’t be this upset. There’s no reason to be. Honestly, you shouldn’t have just assumed you were together anyway. Everyone knows Wakatoshi is a very serious and literal guy. Hell, you know that better than everyone. Though it does little to ease the sadness that seeps through as you’re sitting in class.

Despite trying to rationalize that he just hadn’t asked you yet, He hadn’t asked, so obviously you weren’t dating in his eyes, and you should have known that, you couldn’t help the sinking disappointment. Honestly, why would he want to date you? There’s not much special about you. You don’t have any major interesting part of you. I mean he’s literally a star volleyball player, he could have anyone. He just tolerates you for knowing you for so long.

As the class periods go by, all you can do is think about him. Next thing you know, lunch is suddenly here, and you’re dreading it. As you exit the classroom, walking as slow as possible, Wakatoshi catches up to you. He grabs your bag from your should as you walks beside you.

“You really don’t have to carry my bag, you know? I can carry it, it’s no big deal.” You tell him, trying your best to give him a small smile.

Wakatoshi frowns, he always holds your bag, why is it bothering you now?

“I always hold your bag, it is no trouble. Besides, I’m already holding it, no reason to give it back.”

You nod, walking the rest of the way to the cafeteria in silence.

Wakatoshi, however, is questioning everything in his mind. Why do you seem so upset? Did he do something? Why aren’t you rambling on about some random topic? He loves listening to you speak, so why aren’t you? He can tell you seem upset, it’s obvious. Well, maybe not to everyone, but he’s not just anyone. He knows you better than anyone. He’s been in love with you for years now. Of course he’d notice you’re upset.

As you enter the cafeteria and get your food, you still don’t speak outside of thanking the cafeteria workers. You even go as far as to throw in your earbuds as you eat.

This action causes Wakatoshi’s heart to hurt. You always talk to him during lunch, you most certainly never go out of your way to not have to talk to him.

Tendou and the over volleyball members at the table also notice something’s off. Usually you and Wakatoshi are off in your own little world, as you talk about anything and everything. Yet now, you’re completely closed off and Wakatoshi is frowning deeply.

“Did the lovers fight or something?” Semi asks Tendou.

“I don’t know.” Tendou answers, though he has a suspicion of what caused this.

After realizing that you both had finished eating, Wakatoshi has had enough. He grabs your tray, throwing both of your guys’ food away, then comes back to the table. Without words, he just grabs your hand and pulls you up.

“Uh, ‘Toshi? What are you doing?” You ask, rushing to put your earbuds away and grab your stuff as you follow him.

He stays silent, leading you to an empty hallway before turning to you.

“What’s wrong?”

He’s never been one to beat around the bush.

“Nothing.” You say.

His frown deepens, “That’s not true. You barely spoke to me after giving me my jacket earlier. You slightly argued over me holding your bag, despite me doing that everyday. And you’ve barely spoken a word to me, you even put your earbuds in. You never do that unless something’s bothering you, typically the cause is me upsetting you. So, what’s wrong?”

Your heart flutters at how much he noticed, but you still don’t answer. You opt to avoiding his eyes instead.

“Is this about what I said to Tendou? Did you hear? I don’t quite understand why that would upset you, but Tendou suggested it might.”

You sigh, knowing you needed to answer now, you didn’t really have a choice.

“I…I don’t know, I know we’ve never spoken about it. I guess just some part of me kind of just assumed we were dating already. I mean, we literally go on dates. It’s stupid, sorry I’m just being dramatic. I mean why would you like me?” You explain, laughing slightly to try and ease the awkwardness.

“It’s not stupid if it upsets you. I do like you. Why wouldn’t I? You’re nice, attractive, caring, and so much more. We aren’t dating. Not because I don’t want to, but because I haven’t asked you yet.”

You look up at his eyes.

“I’ve been trying to plan a nice way to ask you, I apologize for taking so long. I wish it was a better scenario, but I can’t wait any longer. Y/n, will you allow me to be your boyfriend?”

Your eyes widen, you really weren’t expecting this, “Of course, ‘Toshi. I mean I already thought we were together.”

You laugh lightly as he smiles.

“Tomorrow, 8pm, let’s go on a date, to celebrate.”

“ok, ‘Toshi.”

You both head back to lunch, only this time it’s with bright smiles and hands holding eachother.

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A/N: i finally got around to editing it sorry for the errors, i was babysitting while writing. 😭😭

[eraserbread]

who else is up thinkin about older married!satosugu? because i am. part 2 part 3 part 4

older married!satosugu have been together for yearssss, heading toward 15 with half of those in marriage.

when suguru and satoru signed their wedding papers all those years ago, they were totally fine with the thought of never sleeping with a woman again. after all, they get everything they need from each other -- including an active and very satisfying sex life.

living abroad, it's easier to exist as a same-sex couple. especially financially. it's one of the reasons they married as a real estate broker and university professor.

only one issue: satoru lectures at your university, but its not where he meets you. it's at a bar that his husband helped sell, that they also own half of -- hear me outttt

the second you offically become theirs, it's like your shoulders became weightless. you stopped paying for rent, could work enough just to pay down your car note, and had endless tutoring access thanks to your boyfriend, satoru . suguru works from home most of the time, which makes it a little too accessible to be around them. they owned a beautiful home in the city, a five minute walk from campus. suguru's kitchen is magnificent and always stocked. they just can't keep you away.

the best part is, undoubtedly, the sex. i mean -- they know how to be and talk to each other so well, but their sacred, mutual mission was always you in the bedroom.

sometimes suguru would hold you back as satoru fucks you so deep and passionately. he'd kiss over your ear and speak in a tone so sweet you'd dream about it, but is talking to satoru the entire time.

"-fuck, you see the way she's swallowing you up?" suguru's voice trembles out of his throat, fanning gojo like oxygen on flames.

"'s molded exactly to our shapes, baby." satoru hisses, lean muscles in his stomach working as he drags every single inch out of you. it leaves you open and empty, pulling a broken moan from your throat.

satoru looks you directly in the eyes, sliding the side of his hand through your sensitive, puffy folds. in the excessive moisture, you can hear it, and it drives him crazy.

"clenchin' every time we talk." he chuckles so cruelly. "whining to us from both lips, how fucking needy."

[satoruxx]

stubble toji but u squeal when he eats u out

had to take a minute to breath nonnie bc oh my god

stubble toji is insufferable with it too, because he knows how you normally react when he's pressing the rough texture of his jaw against your skin. god knows he'll take advantage of it in every possible situation.

taunts like crazy, saying things like "what's wrong, doll? still hate the feelin'?” even as his hands grip your thighs and spread them apart. you scoff, cheeks practically on fire as you look down at his smug grin.

"quit teasing, toji."

he just chuckles throatily, chin brushing over the skin of your inner thigh just barely, and he mentally notes the way you shiver at the feeling.

toji already drives himself crazy when he eats you out, mostly because the choked moans and whines that he can pull from you with a skillful flick of his tongue has his pride singing.

but when you squeal in between your gasps, caught off guard by the rough sensation in between his licks—that is a different high all together.

he groans against your skin when you do, stubble pressing deep against it as he suckles at your clit eagerly.

the sound, quite literally, goes straight to your core.

“ah fuck baby, that’s it,” he grunts, fingers tightening around your thighs in a way you know will leave marks. he deliberately presses his jaw into you when he can, eyes hooded as he hears the sound it pulls from you. “feel good, huh?”

“uh huh—” you nod eagerly, unable to stop your hips from bucking into his tongue as he teases your clit and laps up your juices. “so good.”

an evil smirk as he pulls back, chin glistening and eyes satisfied. “thought you always whine about how my stubble is too scratchy.”

“it is,” you huff—adamant. “you’re always tormenting me with it.”

“don’t hear you complaining now,” he murmurs—smug. his lips find your clit again, sucking and licking until your vision goes hazy. “still want me to shave?”

you’ve never said no quicker in your life.

[manicmanuscription]

Different Acotar Character's x Current Partner Trend

Featured Characters: Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Lucien, Eris, Feyre, Nesta, and Elain. (all x f!reader)

A/N: Y'all Reader DOES hit Cassian but he knew she was going to and wanted her too? It was inspired by this one tiktok I saw in this trend very much giving Cass energy where the man said current wife, wife hit him and he immediately defended her because he knew she was going to so very much inspired by that. I also only said current wife/husband for most of these because in Acotar mates are like higher than that and I think if reader said boyfriend/girlfriend we'd actually see some major crashouts. Also in my head for this, Acotar is the same but just with phones, your free to imagine a completely different AU, go crazy fr,

Warnings/Tags: Reader hits Cassian, illusions to smut, very suggestive, lots of making out, big possessive energy throughout all of this. Beginning of BDSM scene because you know Azriel is FREAKYYY. Slight Dom/Sub dynamics. Fluff, slight angst, mostly just steamy. NOT proofread because I ain't doing all that. Minors DNI

Rhysand

I couldn’t help but giggle at the TikTok Mor sent me, girlfriends, wives and mates calling their partners ‘current’ just to provoke a reaction and I slipped my phone in my pocket with a plan in my head, smiling to myself. 

A few hours later Rhysand had returned from Hewn City with a gift and it was the perfect opportunity. We both sat out on the balcony watching the sun set and he slid a hand on my thigh in exasperation as I adjusted my phone standup upright against the wine bottle. “Can you please just open your present now baby?”

“Hold on a minute I want to make a video and show it to everyone.” You reminded him gently. “Your generation and phones.” My mate muttered under his breath, eyeing the little black box warily and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Technology had evolved so fast in the last few years and it was funny to see him still be so suspicious of it. 

“Grumpy old man.” I whispered as I opened up the camera app. “What’d you just say?” Rhys warned, squeezing my thigh. “Nothing!” I smiled, giving him a quick kiss. That’s what I thought. His voice slid into my mind and I sent him a quick bolt of love down the bond before pressing the record button. 

“Hey guys! I’m here with my current” the second the word current left my mouth the hand on my thigh slid up to the back of my neck. “husband-”

I didn’t notice his other hand until he stopped and then deleted the video. “No. Try again.” 

“Sorry baby I was just joking.” “Mhmm Hmm.” I started recording another video and I purposefully didn’t make eye contact with him but it was inevitable with the small screen reflecting ourselves back and the storm in his eyes could level cities. 

His hand squeezed my neck in warning and I did my best to ignore the heat pooling low in my stomach even though I knew I was playing a dangerous game. “Hello! I’m here with my current husba-”

“Absolutely not.” My mate said, grabbing my phone and winnowing us back inside the bedroom, tossing me on the bed. He set the phone up on the nightstand and pointed it towards my form on the mattress. “Wh-What are you doing?” I asked nervously, moving myself up towards the headboard and doing my best to stay out of view of the still recording camera.

Rhys walked to the end of the bed undoing his cuffs while he did so and I let out a barely audible whimper at the sight. He looked dangerous and absolutely furious. “Since you're obsessed with that little phone so much…”His voice trailed off as he eyed me hungrily, grabbing my ankles and yanking me back into view of the camera and further down the mattress. Rhysand crawled up my body, pressing tantalizing slow kisses to my skin as he did so. 

“We’re not leaving this bed until you correct your mistakes.” He said darkly, his mouth finally connecting with mine, barely giving me a chance to catch my breath as he dominated my tongue with his own. Purposefully claiming every inch of my mouth and I could practically taste that furious dark power simmering underneath his skin. 

Well it looks like I am never posting this video and Rhys chased away any other thoughts as he swallowed a strangled moan from me, somehow deepening the kiss. 

Lucien

“Hey baby?” I called out from my vanity chair. Lucien opened the adjoining bathroom door, a towel slung low on his hips and steam curling into the bedroom. “Yeah?” He asked as he walked over to me, patting his wet hair with a separate hand towel. 

My eyes ran appreciatively up and down his body and he gave me a wink. He paused walking behind me. “Do you remember what you need or you get distracted sugar?” 

“Oh shut up.” I rolled my eyes, finally twisting myself towards the mirror and pulling my gaze away from his muscled body. “I'm making a bedtime routine video. Do you want to be in it?” 

“Hopefully not all of your bedtime routine because I play a pretty active role in it-”

“Lucien!” 

“Ok ok!” He said putting his hands up in surrender even as I stifled a laugh. “Yes I want to be in it baby.” He stepped closer, still pretty tall from behind my chair so he lowered himself slightly and wrapped his arms around my torso. I smiled, melting into his touch before setting up the phone and hitting record. “Hey! So I’m going to be filming a nighttime routine with my current husband-”

“What did you just say?” Lucien interrupted me, standing to his full height and putting his hands on his hips, that towel almost slipping. I turned in my seat to face him. “I said we’re going to be doing a nighttime routine like I told you-”

“No no no after that?” 

“What’s your problem? Can we please just make the video?” I asked, doing my best to put my innocent face on even as I fought a smile at his furious expression. 

“Did you forget who I am, baby? Your mate. M A T E. Mate.” He looked at the camera with furrowed brows and for a second I thought I saw hurt flashing across his face before it turned into something darker, something more feral. He snatched my phone and stopped recording. Tossing it in the bathroom. “Hey, that's my phone!”

Lucien didn’t seem to listen to my protests; he just scooped me up with a small squeak. My nightgown rode up my thighs as he threw me on the bed. “It’s ok baby I’ll help you remember and make sure you won’t ever forget it.” 

Azriel

I hadn’t really been listening when the girls were telling the stories about their ‘current boyfriend’ mishaps or successes. It had been a silly trend going around but I had no interest in it, not really wanting to hurt my mate’s feelings. 

Until he started pissing me off. Working long nights. Leaving early in the morning without so much as a goodbye kiss and all this after his long mission? I felt neglected and well truly I hadn’t been bratty in a long time. 

I made a plan to get him to pay attention to me by forcing him to make a video together tomorrow in his office but he had spent this whole dinner party practically ignoring me again. Even though we were technically holding hands he was chatting it up with his brother’s like they weren’t all in Illyria for a few weeks and I was starting to get really annoyed. So he could touch me but not actually talk to me? 

No. I’m done. With a plan in mind I pulled away from Azriel’s side not seeing the confused look he gave me as I walked over to Mor and Feyre plopping down onto the ottoman next to them. “Hey girll!!” The females both slurred at the same time, very obviously drunk or at least tipsy. I smiled at them, warmth filling my chest in their presence. “Are you guys having fun?”

“Yes! Our High Lady can pa-a-rtyyyyy.” Mor cheered. “Yeah cause you infected her Mor..” Cassian chuckled from across the room. Feyre glared at the male, a clock somewhere in the house striking one in the morning. 

“What’sss that supposed to even mean? Am I not allowed to have fun? This is a celebration you have all been going for so soooo long.” She pouted, giving Rhys puppy eyes and I practically watched the High Lord melt underneath her gaze. He stepped away from his brothers, tucking a piece of hair behind her hair and sat beside her giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Of course you can darling ignore him, he’s a no good busybody.” 

“Hey!” Cassian protested and Feyre ignored him, melting into her mate’s chest with a small humph. This conversation wasn’t going in the direction I needed to piss my mate off so I steered it, turning towards Mor. “I heard you're going shopping with the girls this weekend?”

“Yes, do you want to come?”

“Maybe, since my current husband is probably busy.” I said with a small sigh. 

Azriel whirled his head around to face me and before Mor could voice whatever surprised thoughts clearly written on her face Azriel spoke first. Walking towards me and lifting my chin up to face him. “What did you just say?” His voice was lethal, dark and it had every fae in the room tensing up prepared to fight at the pure threat in his low tone. All conversation’s stopped completely, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. 

I opened my mouth to repeat it but my very drunk High Lady and friend beat me to it. “She said her current boyfriend is too busy to hangout with her so she’s going out on the town.” 

I knew everyone was watching us but I couldn’t find myself to care. Azriel’s firm grip on my chin and that deadly look in his eye had captured my full attention. “Is that so?” Azriel enunciated each word slowly. His deep voice only serves to add to his dangerous tone. 

“Mhmm Hmm.” Feyre said, nodding her head. 

I opened my mouth to respond but Azriel was already firmly guiding me up and out of my chair. Staring directly into my eyes with an intensity that had me shifting nervously on my feet. The look on his face was void of any emotion and if I hadn’t known him so long. I would’ve missed the absolute feral look in his eye. He masked it well but I knew him and I knew how deeply and utterly fucked I was. I think I fucked up. 

“Apologies Rhysand and Feyre but my mate and I have to go now. Thank you for the lovely night.” 

“You’re welcome. Have a…good night you guys.” Rhysand said and I could practically hear the smirk in his tone. Bastard. 

The shadows swirled around me in lazy circles but I had seen the occasional twitches, the tightening around my limbs and I knew they were just as anxious as Azriel was to get us away from prying eyes. 

Feyre had said something else I’d missed and as soon as she was done speaking they enveloped me completely and Mor’s voice echoed before the darkness transported us somewhere else. “Oooo girl she is in troubleeee. She not gon’ to walk tomor-” 

When the shadows dissipated I expected to find us in the bedroom, but as I slowly registered the dim lighting I quickly realized it was the playroom. Azriel was standing in front of me. The gentleness gone from his expression and he reached behind me and grabbed my hair in a ponytail pulling me close to him with a harsh tug and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Where’s my good girl? She would’ve never acted that way tonight.” He hummed softly a clear warning and I opened my mouth to respond to defend myself, or say anything to lessen the punishment I was sure to receive but all I could do was plead. “Azriel…” 

“Shush shush I know. You just need a firm hand to bring her back to me hmm?” 

Gods I had fucked up. 

Eris 

It took a lot of convincing to get Eris sat in front of the camera, the High Lord tapping his fingers impatiently against the wood table as if he had something better to do than spend time with his mate. 

In fact I had told him just that in my plea to make a Tiktok and instead he responded with an annoyingly flirty quip about how there’s a thousand other ways we could spend time together and I had spent the night wrapped up in his arms but finally here we are. 

I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and he softened slightly before I pressed the record button. “Hi everyone!” I chirped, shoving away the regret starting to form. I could participate in any other trend but had chosen this one, my one golden ticket to finally get him to film with me. Oh well this was payback for taking the hounds on a walk without me. 

“So I’m here with my current husband and-”

Eris’ head snapped to mine instantly, those amber eyes blazing impossibly brighter. The hand that had been impatiently tapping the table had stilled along with the rest of his form. A stillness only a predator could maintain and I shifted in my seat slightly, that heated gaze still on mine and I looked down at my hands just to avoid its burn. 

“What just came out of your mouth love?” He asked. Tone as smooth as butter and I recognized the courtier in him, the one who stole secrets with honeyed promises and poisoned touches. He lifted my chin so we made eye contact and I had forgotten how deadly my mate could be, how he’d survived years of living under Beron with a mask of calm and I had willingly opened the snake’s cage.

I opened my mouth to apologize when my phone suddenly turned to ash, the table next to go. “Eris…you’re being cruel.” I whispered carefully so many photos on that damned box and it was just gone. He gave me a cold smile and I instantly knew I was fucked. “No you haven’t seen cruel yet sweetheart.” He responded, still making direct eye contact with me in hopes to get me to squirm. Brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear, a kind gesture but I knew what it really was. A mockery, a reminder of the gentleness I could have if I hadn’t been a brat. 

The touch sent sparks down my spine and I finally hardened my gaze. His eyes only sparked with hunger at my unspoken challenge. What was that old saying? Don’t poke the bear? But there was a reason we were mates and I could handle his heat. “You know what, I'm not sorry.” I snapped, just like he wasn’t sorry for going on our morning walk without me. 

That cold smirk only grew wider, a hand lacing around my throat and one tightly wrapping around my thigh as he leaned in. “You will be.” 

Cassian

I stood next to my mate as he set up his phone, a grin plastered all over his face and I instantly knew he was up to some type of buffoonery. I just rolled my eyes and continued cutting the vegetables, chopping up the carrots with a practiced ease. “What are you doing love?” I finally asked. 

“Just making a video.” He hummed and hit the record button, coming to stand next to me so we were both in the frame.

“Hey Rhys I hope you’re doing good I’m making dinner with my current mate-”

He didn’t even get a chance to finish recording as I reached my free hand and punched him in the throat, a laugh bubbling out of my mate’s throat when I did so even as he wheezed for air.

“What did I say?” I asked him as he doubled over gasping, I dropped the knife and put my hands on my hips just watching him. “What did I say?”

“You said-” He wheezed out, letting out another choked laugh and a deep inhale for air as he struggled to regain control of his breathing and guilt tugged at me slightly. Even if I had warned him what I would do if he did this stupid fucking trend. “You…said.”

“-said you were -gonna hit me if i..” 

“Yeah, yeah and what did you do?” I asked harshly, trying to ignore the mixture of feelings rolling through me: guilt was the most present and slight pride at my form. But the bond was recoiling at my actions.

Cassian pulled on it gently. Letting me know he wasn’t mad and he even sent down his love and amusement, he knew what he was getting into to. Cassian continued laughing as he finally could breathe again which only made me angrier.

“I’m sorry. Please love, I'm so sorry.” He murmured, taking steady inhales and cautiously wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Watch your fucking mouth or you won’t be currently living on this earth anymore.” I snapped as I picked the knife up again and started cutting the carrots, with a little more force than necessary. 

Cassian pressed his face to the side of my neck and breathed in deeply. The video is still recording but neither of us really cared. He then peppered kisses down my neck and I hummed softly, melting into his touch.

“I’m so sorry baby, I lost a bet to my brothers. it’ll never happen again. Let me make it up to you please?” He begged, a whine entering his tone, his hands obsessively grabbing my waist and holding me tight to his growing length. 

I flushed and quickly grabbed the phone and stopped recording, passing it Cassian. “Later.”  He continued to touch me as we made dinner, helping me reach the dishes on the high shelves and cutting the vegetables so I could focus on other tasks. One hand was constantly touching me as we worked side by side and brushing against me as he moved about the kitchen. 

“You know I’m proud of that punch by the way.” Cassian finally spoke, I looked up and expected to find a goofy grin on his face but all I could find was pride and I ignored the way my entire being lit up at it. “Thanks, my current mate taught it to me.” 

Cassian’s eyes sparked with a challenge, mirth dancing in them even as something darker hid behind it, pulling on the bond. He was right it was fun to mess with his instincts, he couldn’t hide the way his hands tightened around his chair. 

Before the night progressed any further a text popped up on my phone. A message from Venmo from both Rhys and Azriel with different amounts on the notification as they paid me what was due. The comment from Rhys reading: 'he should be more careful when you have a knife in hand.’

“Those bastards fucking set me up.” Cassian scoffed leaning in his chair and huffing like a small child. “Yup.” I popped the p reaching for my phone but Cassian was quicker, years of honed reflexes had him picking me up and carrying us to our bedroom in just a few quick seconds. 

“Alright enough of this damned nonsense.” He growled and I laughed, pressing myself closer to him as the night finally began.

Feyre

Feyre was seated on the breakfast nook, the morning sun reflecting off her skin and making her even more radiant. I skipped into the kitchen and pressed a kiss to her lips, my mate’s mouth chasing me as I pulled away before sitting next to her. 

“Oohh what are we eating?” I asked, eyeing the spread before me excitedly. 

“Well there’s some bacon, pancakes, fruit…” Feyre’s voice trailed off as she noticed I was already reaching for my phone to snap a picture, an amused chuckle escaping her before taking another sip of her tea. I opened the camera app looking at the picture button before deciding on a video as an idea formed. I’d just been watching those current partner videos earlier…and I selfishly wanted to see her reaction. 

I set the phone up on the vase of my favorite flowers sitting in the middle of the table hitting the record button before my mate could ask what I was doing and I ignored her silent question as she arched her brow. 

“So I’m here eating breakfast with my current wife-”

“What did you just say?” Feyre asked, choking on her tea, looking at the camera then back to me a few times. “I’m not sure if I heard you right?” 

“No, your hearing is fine love. We’re eating breakfast and you’re my curr-”

“Finish that sentence and see what happens.” Feyre said darkly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, eyes narrowing in on me. Fuck she was so pretty. When I remembered what we were talking about I continued the conversation for the sake of a video long sense paused unbeknownst to me.. “I’m just saying-”

“No.” She demanded, placing a hand on my thigh and squeezing in warning. “My current mate and I are eating breakfast-”

“No.” She snapped, squeezing my thigh with just a little more force and I couldn’t help but squirm, heat licking down my spine. I could tell she was close to snapping just a little more… “Fine guys. My current girlf-”

“Alright.” Feyre growled, reaching over and breaking my phone in half with a surprising strength, her power surging and tainting the air briefly. “Feyre!” I gasped standing up in shock. “It seems my pretty little mate wants to play games with me.” Was all she said before throwing me over her shoulder and carrying me upstairs. Fucking Finally. 

Nesta

Nesta and I were all wrapped up in our bed, leaning against the headboard hair wet from our earlier bath together and I curled into her shoulder even more so I could be closer to her and also so I could see her phone more clearly as she scrolled through Tiktok. 

A voice played from the speakers. The female on the screen doing another one of those current boyfriend videos with the male right next to her throwing a fit. I giggled a little bit and Nesta looked down at me with a serious expression taking over her face. “I will kill you if you do that to me. I’m serious, don't even think about it.” 

I knew her struggles and the things she’d overcome, it would be disrespectful to poke fun at old wounds just for the sake of a few likes. I nodded and moved so I was straddling her thighs. “Didn’t even cross my mind baby you’re stuck with me for life I’m afraid.” 

She smiled, a genuine one and my heart sang at the fact I was able to pull it from her. 

Elain

I finally found Elain in the kitchen and I walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her torso and pressing a kiss to the juncture of her throat. “Missed you.” I murmured. She hummed happily, leaning against me and rubbing those callused hands along my arms as she turned to give me a proper kiss. One in which I greedily indulged her.

Finally when we pulled away she mumbled a breathless “Missed you too.” When I noticed the camera that was recording. I gave Elain a questioning look. “I’m making a tutorial on how to make my famous lavender cookies!”

“You’re going to share the recipe with the entire world and not me?” I grumbled unhappily and she chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to my nose to get me to calm down. “That’s because I’m supposed to cook them for you, not the other way around. You know the rules in my house.” 

I rolled my eyes and washed my hands before coming back to Elain’s side to help her. She arched an accusing brow at me. “What?! I can cook. I'm great in the kitchen.”

“Sure you are.” She said, not so subtly rolling her eyes. “Just introduce me to your little viewers.” 

“Alright guys this is…” She paused and I could practically see the wheels turning in her head, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. “My current wife and she’s going to help me finish up.”

I paused what I was doing, putting the measuring cup down so I could look at my mate, who was intentionally avoiding eye contact. “Baby you said current wife.”

She just hummed and I put a hand on my hip, snatching her phone up, and deleting the video. “Hey!” 

“Nuh uh, cause I am not the one Elain Acheron. Your cookies are for me and me only, your mate. Not your current wife, or wife, or girlfriend or one of those little side-”

“You mean my friends?”

“I am definitely not one of your friends.” I grabbed her by the hips and set her on the counter, pressing myself between her legs. “Fix it. Now.” 

“You’re my mate. My beautiful, lovely, very possessive mate.”

“And....”

“And I love you very much and I’m yours.”

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” I grumbled, pressing my mouth to hers and invading her with my tongue, trying to etch my lovely mate into my very soul and being even further than she already was.

[maehemthemisfit]

LYNEY definitely does that thing where he leans in to kiss you, but just as your lips are about to touch, he slips a card in between so you feel the coolness of the plastic instead and you instantly open your eyes. You swear to the archons above you could feel him smirk against the card as his purple eyes peek over the edge, a charming yet teasing glint in them watching as you pull away unamused.

But who is he to leave you without a kiss? That's surely a crime punishable up to the highest degree! (and quite frankly, he's not looking forward to being charged again). So of course, he pulls you back in, slipping an arm around your waist and hugging you to his chest.

Your eyes flutter shut, and only when you reciporcate does he bring a hand to cup your face, slowly brushing his lips against yours as he deepens the already passionate kiss. The way his thumb traces the skin of your cheek makes you dizzy, and he sighs in content before smiling against your lips, unable to hold back his bubbling joy.

"my, my, and here I thought my favorite thing was to steal the audience's attention... but now, I think I rather capture your lips instead."

[pinkboaclub]

More Than Enough

Summary: You and Harry are best friends, when he's too involved in his school work, you offer to help him take a break.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: smut, nerdrry, college Harry and reader, virgin Harry, nervous Harry, slight sub? if you squint hard enough

Harry sat hunched over his desk, surrounded by piles of textbooks and notes. His glasses sat on the tip of his nose, the glow from his laptop reflecting off the lenses as he typed away furiously.

Suddenly, interrupting the tapping of his computer keyboard, there was a knock at the door. Harry glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight. Who could it be at this hour? He cautiously approached the door and peered through the peephole, his breath catching in his throat when he saw Y/N's tear-stained face. He quickly unlocked the door, allowing her to stumble in, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

"Hey, are you okay?" Harry asked with genuine concern, taking in her disheveled appearance. Her normally bubbly demeanor was nowhere to be found.

Y/N sniffled, her voice trembling. "Jake...he was such a jerk again," she said, her words heavy with emotion.

"What happened?" Harry questioned, his heart sinking as he led her to his bed, where she immediately hugged him.

"It's nothing. I just need to get away," she murmured into his chest, her breath hot and shaky. The weight of her body against his was comforting, and Harry wrapped his arms around her instinctively. They sat in silence for a few moments, her trembling gradually subsiding as she took deep breaths. The room was quiet except for the occasional sniffle from Y/N. Harry felt her warmth and the softness of her hair under his chin.

"You can talk to me, you know," he offered gently.

Y/N pulled away and looked at him, her eyes glistening. "We had sex last night," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "And he was just...an asshole afterward."

The words hit Harry like a ton of bricks, a pang of jealousy shooting through his chest. He had known for a while that she and Jake were intimate, but hearing it from her lips was something else entirely. He had had a crush on her since they were children, and the thought of her being with someone else was like a knife twisting in his heart. He had always been too shy to tell her how he truly felt, afraid of losing their friendship or making things awkward.

Y/N noticed the sudden tension in Harry's body and paused. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come here so late," she said, her voice thick with apology. "It's just that he didn't care about me at all. He didn't even give me any aftercare. When I brought it up he started screaming at me...and I didn't want to be alone."

"You can always come to me," Harry replied, his voice tight. He didn't know what to say next. He had never been in a relationship, or had sex with anyone, so his knowledge on advice to give was limited.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "Could I...spend the night here?" she asked tentatively. "I just want to hang out and forget about everything for a while."

"Of course," Harry responded without hesitation, his heart racing at the thought of her being so close to him all night. He knew he had a big project due at the end of the week, but he'd manage, for her. "I just have to work on a project, but I'll be really quiet. You can sleep if you want."

Y/N managed a small smile, wiping away the last of her tears. "Thanks, Harry," she whispered, sliding into one of his oversized t-shirts that she found in his drawer. It smelled faintly of him, and she liked it. She slipped under the covers, leaving a space for him.

A couple hours went by and Harry had gotten to a point where he felt too tired to continue working.

He walked to the bathroom to prepare for bed. When he returned, Y/N was curled up, fast asleep. He set the water on his nightstand and took a moment to admire her. Her hair spilled across the pillow, and her bare legs were tangled in the sheets. Her face was serene in slumber, all traces of the pain from earlier gone. He felt a surge of protectiveness towards her.

He gently took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand, and slid into bed next to her. Her eyes remained closed, but she snuggled closer, as if she knew he was there.

For a while, Harry simply watched her sleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the gentle way she breathed, it was mesmerizing. He had seen her in various states of dress before, but there was something so vulnerable about her now that made his chest ache. Her beauty was not just in her looks, but in the way she made him feel. The way she looked at him with those big eyes, the way she laughed at his nerdy jokes, the way she sought comfort in his arms. He knew he loved her, and the realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

For the next couple days, she stayed in his dorm, rambling to him as he worked on his project. He didn't mind at all, he loved hearing her voice as he worked.

Y/N pouted, sitting up on the bed. She leaned back on her elbows, the t-shirt she was wearing riding up to expose her smooth stomach. Harry's eyes followed the movement, and he felt his cheeks grow hot.

"You're no fun when you're working," she said with a teasing smile. "How about a little break?"

Harry sighed, glancing over at her. "I really need to finish this," he replied, his eyes lingering on her.

Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. "Come on, Harry," she said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and walking over to him. "Just a couple minutes, please? You need a little break."

When she climbed off the bed, Harry couldn't help but steal glances at her as she approached. She leaned over his chair, her chest brushing against his shoulder, her perfume filling his nostrils.

"Come on, Harry," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "just five minutes."

Her hand slid onto his shoulder, gently massaging the tension out of his muscles. Harry's eyes darted to the screen, then back to her. She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his arm as she traced her fingers along his neck. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on his work.

"You're so tense," she murmured, her voice like a siren's song. "Let me help."

Her fingers moved down his neck, tracing the line of his collarbone before sliding down to his chest, her touch light and teasing. Harry's heart thumped in his chest, his eyes darting from the screen to her face. She looked down at him, her gaze filled with mischief and something more...something that made his stomach do flips.

"You're always so worried about school," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "You need to relax, Harry."

He chuckled nervously, his cheeks flushing deeper. "I'm fine, really."

Y/N leaned closer, her eyes twinkling. "No, Harry, you're not fine. You're stressed to the max," she said, her voice a silky caress. "You know what you need?"

"What?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/N's smile grew more playful. "Some mind blowing sex" she whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief. "It's time you had some fun, let off some steam."

Harry's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he stuttered, trying to form a coherent response. "I-I've got it under control," he said, his voice barely audible.

Y/N's hand didn't stop its gentle exploration of his chest, her touch sending electrifying sparks through his body. She leaned closer, her lips dangerously near his ear. "I'm sure I could find someone who'd love to take care of you," she whispered, a teasing lilt to her voice.

Panic shot through Harry like a lightning bolt. He had always feared this moment, the moment when Y/N realized his feelings and set him up with one of her friends. It would be humiliating, a clear sign that she didn't return his feelings. His heart raced as he tried to think of a way to divert her attention back to his work, anything to keep her from setting him up with someone else.

Before he could form a coherent thought, she took the matter into her own hands. She straddled his lap, her legs curling around his waist as she sat down, her eyes never leaving his. "Or, I could help you relax," she murmured, her voice softer than a whisper. "I find it hard to believe you're not roaming around campus, being a ladies man."

Her warmth engulfed him, and Harry's breath hitched in his throat. He could feel the heat from her body, the softness of her thighs pressed against his own. His body seemed to have a mind of its own.

"You know I'm not..." Harry stuttered, shelled her eyes, her hands moving to his chest.

"I know girls are throwing themselves at you...I think you just don't see it," Y/N whispered, gently bringing a hand up to his cheek.

Her touchsent a spark through his body. He closed his eyes, his breathing ragged as he felt her lean in closer, her soft curves pressing against him. His heart hammered in his chest, the reality of the moment slowly setting in.

"Is this okay?" she whispered, her breath warm against his mouth. Y/N's eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of protest.

"Yes…but–," Harry replied, his voice trembling with a mix of desire and fear. "I've never...you know."

"I know, Harry," Y/N said with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with understanding. "You're perfect, Harry," she assured him, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. "You're kind, you're smart, you're..." she trailed off, her voice filled with emotion.

He took a deep breath and nodded, his eyes meeting hers. He leaned in and rested his forehead on hers "Okay, 'm just nervous I won't be good enough for you." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N chuckled gently, her thumb brushing against his cheek. "You're already more than enough, Harry," she assured him, her voice filled with sincerity. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and gentle. It was a kiss filled with warmth and comfort, the kind of kiss that told him she didn't care about his lack of experience, that she was here for him, with him.

Without another word, she stood up, taking Harry's hand in hers and leading him over to the bed. She sat him down on the edge, her eyes never leaving his as she knelt between his legs. The anticipation was palpable in the air, a delicious tension that made his heart race even faster. He watched as she reached for the hem of his t-shirt, her eyes never leaving his as she lifted it over his head. She gave him a seductive, cheeky smile.

Y/N leaned in and kissed Harry's chest, her lips warm and soft against his skin. He gasped, his hands reflexively reaching out to grasp her shoulders. She giggled against his skin before moving lower, her breath hot against his abs. Harry's stomach tightened, his body responding to her every touch. When her kisses reached the waistband of his sweatpants, she looked up at him again. "Can I?" she asked, her eyes gleaming.

He nodded, his throat dry with anticipation. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled them down, revealing his erection. Harry couldn't believe this was happening, his best friend, the girl he had loved for so long, was about to give him his first blowjob.

Y/N took him in her hand, stroking him gently as she licked her lips. She leaned in, her breath hot on his skin as she kissed the tip, and then took him into her mouth. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, his body trembling with pleasure. She was surprisingly adept, her movements smooth and confident as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around him. He had read about this, watched it in porn, but the reality was so much more intense, so much more overwhelming than he could have ever imagined.

Her eyes locked onto his, watching his reaction, her own excitement clear in the way her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. He was lost in the sensation, his mind a haze of pleasure as she worked her magic on him. He didn't know how long it lasted, but it was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him.

As Harry's breath grew more ragged, Y/N sensed he was close and she picked up the pace, her mouth moving faster and faster. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he tried to hold back, not wanting this moment to end. But it was too much, too intense. He came with a gasp, his body arching off the bed as she swallowed every drop, not breaking eye contact.

For a moment, there was silence, just the sound of their breathing in the quiet room. Then Harry looked down at her, his face flaming red. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice thick with embarrassment. "That was...quick."

Y/N looked up at him with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's okay," she said, her voice low and throaty. "It's your first time. Plus, it tells me that I did a good job." She cheekily chuckled

Her words made him blush even deeper, but she didn't let him dwell on it. She stood up, her own shirt sliding off her shoulders with a smooth grace that left Harry's mouth watering. Her bra followed, revealing breasts that were full and perfect, with perfect nipples that were already hard with arousal. He had seen her in a bikini before, but this was different. This was intimate, this was real, and it was just for him.

"Let's not worry about that," she said, her voice a soft purr as she stepped closer to him. "Let's just enjoy each other, okay?"

Her words washed over Harry like a warm wave, and he nodded, unable to speak. Y/N leaned in and kissed him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting of him. Her breasts were soft and warm against his chest, and he couldn't help but cup them, she moaned into his mouth.

"I can...eat you out," Harry murmured, his voice filled with a need that surprised even himself. "of course, if you want...I want to make you feel good...only if you want me to."

She chuckled as he stumbled over his words and simply placed a finger on his lips to quiet him.

"Shh, Harry, it's okay," she murmured, her eyes full of affection. "I want you to eat me out," she replied, Harry's heart stopped, hoping that he could be good enough."But not tonight, I need to ride you." Her voice thick with desire.

Her words sent a fresh wave of excitement through him. Harry nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he helped her out of her panties. He took a moment to admire her, her legs spread before him, the smooth skin of her inner thighs begging for his touch. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

Y/N straddled him, her knees on the bed on either side of his hips. She took his face in her hands, looking into his eyes with a fierce determination. "You're going to love this," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

With that, she positioned him at her entrance, the tip of him nudging against her slick folds. Harry's heart was racing, his entire body tense with anticipation. He could feel the warmth of her, and it was all he could do not to thrust upwards and take her in one go. Y/N moaned loudly at just the feeling of his tip at her hole.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, inch by agonizing inch, her eyes never leaving his. Harry's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt her tightness enveloping him, her wetness coating him as she slid down. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. She was so warm, so wet, and so tight around him. It was almost painful in its perfection.

Y/N began to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Harry's eyes widened, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as she took control. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way they filled with lust, it was like watching a wild animal.

Her breasts bounced with every movement, and Harry couldn't help but reach out to cup them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped then smiled at his now boldness. Her hips buckled slightly at the contact. He watched as she threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders.

He watched her, her body moving in a rhythm that was both mesmerizing and overwhelming. He had never felt anything so intense before. The way she took him in, the way she moved, it was like nothing he had ever imagined.

Y/N leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "You like that, Harry?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seductive sweetness. "You like feeling me tight around you?"

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and Harry could only nod, unable to form coherent sentences. He had never heard anyone talk to him like that, especially not her. It was like something straight out of a porno, and he was living it.

"Tell me," she whispered, her eyes staying on his, "Tell me what you want to do to me."

Harry couldn't resist. "I want to fuck you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I want to make you scream."

Y/N stopped her movements, his words stopping in her tracks, but turned her on incredibly. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and she found herself even more turned on by his unexpected assertiveness.

"I want you to fuck me too."

He sat up, lifting her with him so that she was straddling him as he leaned back against the headboard. His hands found her hips, and he began to guide her movements, his thrusts growing more forceful. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their gasps and moans.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her movements growing more erratic as she approached her climax. Harry watched her face, the pleasure etched into every line and curve, and knew he was giving her what she needed. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came, her body spasming around him.

"God, Harry...your'e so fucking good."

Y/N's eyes snapped open, her cheeks flaming red as she looked down at him. The words had slipped out, unbidden, and she felt a thrill of excitement at his raw desire for her. She had never seen this side of Harry before, and she liked it. A lot.

With a sudden shift, she pulled away from him. Harry's cock slipped out of her, glistening with her juices, and she stared at it for a moment, feeling a sudden rush of power. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and hope.

"Did...did I do something wrong?" he asked, his voice thick with arousal and a hint of vulnerability.

"No," Y/N breathed, her voice laced with wonder. "No, Harry, you didn't." She took a moment to compose herself, then leaned in and kissed him hard, her tongue delving into his mouth, tasting him deeply. When she pulled away, her eyes searched his, looking for any signs of doubt.

Her hand slid down to his cock, stroking it gently. "You just made me feel so good," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I thought maybe you'd want to get a better angle."

With a naughty smile, she climbed off his lap and turned to face the end of the bed, getting on her knees in front of him. Harry's eyes widened as she leaned forward, her round ass in the air, presenting herself to him. He had never seen her like this before, so open and willing, and the sight was almost too much to handle.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting him with a sultry. "I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

Her question was all the invitation Harry needed. He moved behind her, his hands on her hips as he aligned his cock with her wet entrance. She gasped as he pushed in, filling her completely. The new position was intense, and Harry took a moment to adjust, his hands tightening on her waist as he found his rhythm.

Y/N looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark with need. "Yes, Harry, just like that," she encouraged him, her voice a breathless whisper. "Fuck me hard, baby."

Her words encouraged something primal in Harry. He gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more powerful. Her encouragement was like a drug, pushing him to give her what she wanted, what they both needed. Her moans grew louder, filling the room, and Harry knew he was giving her exactly what she craved.

"Yes," she hissed, her voice low and needy. "Just like that, Harry." He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles contracting as she approached another orgasm.

The feeling was too much for Harry, the way she responded to him, the way she begged for more. His own climax was building, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm him. He watched her in the mirror, her breasts swinging as he fucked her, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

As she came again, her muscles tightening around him, it was like a trigger for Harry. He thrust into her one last time, feeling the warmth of her cum around his cock. He couldn't hold back anymore. He exploded, his orgasm ripping through him like a wildfire, his vision blurring as he filled her with his seed. Y/N's cries of pleasure only served to heighten his own release, her body milking him for every drop.

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, they both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Y/N rolled onto her side, her body a warm, sweaty mess against his. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming. "That was...amazing," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.

For a moment, Harry just stared at her, his heart racing. Then, it dawned on him. He had just had sex with his best friend, and she had liked it. No, she loved it. The realization washed over him like a warm, comforting blanket. He leaned down to kiss her, his hands stroking her hair gently.

"Thank you," he murmured against her lips.

Y/N giggled, the sound light and airy. "Feeling less stressed?"

"Much," Harry managed to breathe out, his chest still heaving. He couldn't believe what had just happened. It was like a dream, a fantasy come to life. He looked at her, her hair a mess around her flushed face, her body glistening with sweat, and his heart ached.

Y/N propped herself up on one elbow, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "You okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.

For a moment, they just laid there, their breathing heavy and ragged. Then, she leaned in and kissed him again, a soft, gentle kiss that spoke of affection and care. She pulled back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You know, Harry," she said, her voice teasing, "that was your first time. You're supposed to get all the aftercare."

Her words brought him back to reality, and he remembered the conversation from earlier. Jake had been cruel and had denied her what she needed after they'd had sex. Harry felt a surge of protectiveness. He sat up, his eyes searching hers. "Did Jake never...you know, take care of you after?"

Y/N's smile was sad, a little wistful. "Not really," she said, her voice a soft sigh. "But that's not what tonight is about. Tonight is about you."

"No, no, I want to care for you."

Y/N's eyes lit up at Harry's insistence, and she couldn't help but smile. Despite his inexperience, he was eager to learn, eager to ensure she felt loved and satisfied. She laid back, allowing him to hover over her, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, his soft touches leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He slid off the bed and walked over to the sink, his body still shaking with the aftermath of their passion. He grabbed a wet washcloth, his movements a little awkward, his cheeks reddening at the thought of what he was about to do. He returned to her side, his eyes meeting hers with a tentative look.

"Let me," he murmured, his voice soft and gentle. He reached out with the washcloth, touching her gently, carefully cleaning her up. His touch was featherlight, almost as if he was afraid she'd break. Y/N watched him, her heart swelling with affection. He was so sweet, so considerate, and it was clear that he was trying his best to take care of her.

As he wiped her thighs and her inner thighs, his eyes met hers again, filled with uncertainty. She reached up, taking the washcloth from his hand, her fingers lingering for a moment before she placed it on the nightstand. "You don't have to," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "You've already done so much."

But Harry was insistent, his eyes determined. "I want to," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to take care of you." He took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he gently parted her folds, using the cloth to clean her up. He was clumsy at first, but she didn't care. The way he looked at her, like she was the only person in the world that mattered, made her feel cherished.

She leaned forward, grabbing his forearm and kissed him. "I love you, Harry," She pulled away and stared deep into his eyes. "Thank you." They had said it a million times before, I love you, but the way she looked at him made him feel like this time was different, like she meant it more than ever before.

Harry felt his heart swell with emotion, "I love you too, Y/N." He whispered, his voice hoarse. He kissed her again, this time more tenderly, savoring the taste of her on his lips.

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[noorpersona]

Unrequited Love: Oikawa (Bonus)

The team was loud, as always.

Oikawa, now freshly showered and looking somewhat like himself again, was in the middle of being teased by Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

“So, Captain, let’s talk about your tragic love life,” Matsukawa said, slinging an arm around Oikawa’s shoulders.

Hanamaki took a dramatic sip of his drink. “Yeah, we all knew she was gonna break up with you before you did. What does that say about you, huh?”

“Shut up,” Oikawa groaned, smacking Matsukawa’s arm off him, though there was no real heat behind it. You could see his mood rising with every passing moment.

“Hey, at least you still have volleyball,” Matsukawa said, raising his glass like he was making a toast.

“Right, the one true love of your life,” Hanamaki added with a smirk.

Oikawa sighed dramatically. “You guys are the worst.”

You watched from the side, letting their banter wash over you. The ache from earlier was still there, a dull weight in your chest, but at least Oikawa wasn’t sulking anymore. That was the important thing.

A presence appeared beside you, and you didn’t even have to look to know it was Hajime.

“I’m impressed,” he admitted, crossing his arms as he watched Oikawa shove Hanamaki. “I tried to get him out of bed earlier, but he wouldn’t budge.”

You smirked, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “That’s because you don’t know how to sweet-talk him, Hajime.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. If I tried sweet-talking Oikawa, I’d never hear the end of it.”

You snickered. “Yeah, he’d probably take that as an invitation to propose.”

Hajime shook his head, amused, before glancing at you, his expression shifting into something more knowing. “So,” he said casually, “are you going to make a move, or are we just going to keep going in circles?”

You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. “Please, you should’ve seen what he told me earlier.”

Hajime raised an eyebrow.

You turned to him, pressing a hand to your chest mockingly, and sighed dramatically. “He looked me in the eye, Hajime. And do you know what he said?”

Hajime waited.

“You’re a good friend,” you deadpanned, voice dripping with bitterness.

Hajime winced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah.” You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. “So, no, I’m not making a move. Not when he clearly doesn’t see me that way.”

Hajime was quiet for a moment before shrugging. “You never know. He’s an idiot. You might have to spell it out for him.”

You huffed, watching as Oikawa dramatically whined about something to the others. “Yeah, well… I think I’ve done enough for one night.” Then you hear a whine of your name. You look over to Oikawa's pleading face along with Matsun's and Makki's devious ones.

“You promised me they would give me a break!” Oikawa suddenly called out, his voice carrying over the chatter of the team. His eyes locked onto yours, pleading dramatically, though the glint of betrayal was exaggerated.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smirk. “C’mon, guys, give him some slack,” you called, raising your hands in surrender.

Hanamaki gasped in mock offense. “Oh, so now you’re defending him?”

“She’s going soft,” Matsukawa said, shaking his head.

“I am not going soft,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

Hajime, beside you, smirked before stepping forward. “Actually, now that I think about it… didn’t Oikawa almost cry in first-year when he lost his favorite knee pads?”

Oikawa whipped around. “Iwa-chan.”

“Oh, right!” Hanamaki’s eyes lit up. “The ones with the little stars on them?”

“You guys swore to take that to the grave!” Oikawa cried, scandalized.

“I don’t know, man,” Matsukawa said, leaning back with a grin. “Kind of sounds like a moment that deserves to be remembered.”

As the teasing escalated, Oikawa slumped in his seat, arms crossed, pouting like a child. “I hate all of you.”

You laughed at the whole exchange, and when you glanced back at Oikawa, expecting him to still be sulking, you caught something different—something small, almost imperceptible.

He was smiling.

It was barely there, just a slight tug at the corners of his lips, but it was real. And for a brief moment, as his gaze lifted, he met your eyes.

The world around you blurred, and warmth spread through your chest. You swore you felt your heart stutter, just for a second.

And then, as quickly as the moment had happened, you cursed yourself for it.

Get a grip, you scolded yourself, tearing your gaze away.

Oikawa was still laughing with the others, completely unaware of the effect he had on you.

You exhaled, shaking your head, willing the butterflies away.

Hajime, still standing beside you, didn’t say anything, but when you glanced at him, he was looking at you with a knowing expression.

“Not a word,” you muttered.

He smirked. “Didn’t say anything.”

You groaned, shoving his shoulder, but he only chuckled in response.

[enoe-of-noen]

New Form

Part 2

Mc looked in the mirror, baring their newly acquired fangs. “Yo, I look sick.” They grinned, making Solomon laugh.

“It’ll be easier to get around if you have a demon form.” Mc spun around and fluttered their scaly wings. “Ooh, that’s cool.” They continued to admire their new limbs, spinning around enough to make one dizzy. “Why go with these specific wings, if I may ask?” They tilted their head over to Solomon.

“You could’ve done fluffy ones like Lucifer?” Solomon quirked a brow. “Ah, right, fallen angel. Oh, but Beel’s are pretty cool, they’re bug-like!” Solomon raised his brow more. “Oh, sensitive and fragile. Er, hm. Welp, guess I shouldn’t be complaining. Least it’s better than no wings like Belphie, Satan, and Barbie.”

Solomon snorted, “Barbie?” “Yes, Barbie. Barb when I’m in his presence.” Solomon chuckled. “These horns are pretty rad too, sharp.” They poked at the tip. “This kind of feels like gender euphoria, not gonna lie,” they posed again. Solomon rolled his eyes playfully, approaching Mc from behind and began stroking their wings softly.

“As much as I enjoy seeing you so happy, please do not forget that you are human.”

“…” The room fell silent, the two sharing an intense stare. “…I said what I said.” “..but…with them, they’re high ranking celestial beings. I’m nothing compared to that. I’m nothing..compared to you.”

Solomon sighed. “Mc…” “No..it’s fine.” They quickly fluttered their wings, Solomon taking his hand off of them. “Thank you, for this, Solomon.” They muttered as they left the room. Solomon sighed as he reached out for Mc but retracted his arm.

He scratched the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have…” he sighed as frustration plastered his face. “Even all these years, I never know what to say.”

Something quick I put together

[zevrra]

[trans!viktor x gn!reader / mdni / nsfw]

being one of herald viktor’s favorite meant a lot of things; like helping him tend to the flowers he’s grown inside the commune or helping him put his hair into a pretty braid when he asks of you…but what you enjoyed the most though, selfish as it is; was being called into his little home in the middle of the night, just to please him. because only you got to see him like this.

thanks to his hexcore transformation, viktor’s body has turned into twisted metal; beautiful purple, gold, and silver covering his “skin”. and yet, even with his newfound body, the most striking difference in change is….anatomy. what used to be has now shifted inwards, morphing into a new set of genitals. he had briefly mentioned once, when all of this started, being different from before his transformation, but some things can never really change in a person. which is what leads to him calling for your attention most nights, trembling in newfound pleasure. he’d sit, tucked away in the secluded area of his makeshift home inside the commune he’s created, clutching the blanket he carries himself in most days. his nose buried into the fabric as he reveals himself to you.

you grip his thighs ever so gently, dawned upon your knees as your herald instructed, nuzzled between his beauty of metal as your tongue runs up along his newfound core. your tongue slides up against his pussy, feeling his thighs tighten with the pleasure that overwhelms him. a high pitched whine slips between his lips as you target over his clit. sucking roughly against the exposed bundle of nerves and savoring the way viktor’s breath hitches in his throat.

you run your fingers over the intricate of metal flesh, body thrumming with unforeseen magic. fingers bumping and scratching down along his ‘flesh’. your touch somehow makes him twice as sensitive to your tongue. feeling up his body while his clit throbs against your tongue. his wetness and your tongue mashing against his cunt echoes loud inside your head but the way he whines and moans was far louder. tears danced in his pretty amber eyes, threatening to spill over the edge with every harsh suck on his pussy.

his slick coats your tongue and lips; drips down your chin to confirm how truly good he’s feeling. all thanks to you. and after the build up comes the storm as his orgasm crashes down on him. it’s wet and sloppy— his cries echo inside his hollow home as he cums across your tongue, toes curling, hips jerking as he rides your face for his own pleasure. you watch as he bites his bottom lip hard enough to break the skin. tears finally tumbling over the edge as he experiences a soul crushing orgasm that jerks over his sensitive body.

but you wanted more.

so your tongue doesn’t stop, continuing to curl right up against his twitching, drooling cunt. fleshing down along the curve of his pussy before slipping your tongue inside. he hiccups at the overstimulation, grips your hair a little tighter, arches his back further off his makeshift bed. broken sobs mixed with incoherent words of pleasure fall from his lips as you push his body towards a second orgasm with your skillful tongue.

not only could you feel vik’s desire building up but hearing him whimper and moan while it rushed to every inch of his new body was something other worldly feeling…even if in his ecstasy he never said your name. he’d moan, beg you for more, push his fingers through your hair and pull you closer; but he never said your name. not any name, just not yours. you didn’t know who ‘jayce’ was but— he must be very important to the herald. and while you’d always be his second favorite, jealousy nestled in your ribcage, you didn’t mind as long as you got to be the one to please him.

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something good – gojo satoru x reader

contents: gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru mention, ieri shoko mention, light angst with LOTS OF FLUFF, mentally strugging softboy!satoru gojo, lots of yearning, 2 pages of making out, slightly suggestive summary: gojo uncovers hidden memories and realises that all he needs is you wc: 3.6k a/n: thank you to the anon who sent this sweet request!

spring time, second year.  “.. it looks like me and you haven’t really changed that much, hey?” he says softly, the fondness for you showing in his younger face all those years before.   even when he didn’t ask, he knew that you would always be there. you were his constant. he didn’t know when he started seeing you in everything he did, if you could see his thoughts, you’d be able to see your smile reflecting back at you.

“satoru?” still concentrating on his nintendo DS, he sighs. he recognizes suguru’s tone, it either going to be a deep question or a fucking stupid one. he rolls over with a groan on suguru’s bed to face his best friend, his book that he was reading lay forgotten on his desk. “yeah?” satoru asks lazily, eyes darting back to his flashing screen. “who do you see yourself as in the future?” oh, here we go. satoru fights the need to roll his eyes. “what do you want for your life?”  “pff, I want to just fucking beat this level.” he says aggravatingly, groaning dramatically as his character dies again. suguru laughs seeing his flashing screen, previous annoyance disappearing instantly, satoru can’t help but grin back – he always liked suguru’s laugh. 

“...don’t you ever think about it though? the future?” the future?

he blinks. blessed with great strength and power, he knew from a young age that that choice wasn’t something that he was lucky enough to have. satoru never had to worry about the future, he had his whole life planned out for him. the thought never saddened him, and why should it? he wasn’t a fool and believed that all things were equal in this world. he was the chosen one, the future of jujutsu society – that was just how life was –  another consequence of being the honoured he supposed. but glancing at suguru’s thoughtful expression, the flicker of hope and despair in his violet eyes, his rough hands winding through his dark hair, it was clear to see that this obviously mattered to suguru. satoru didn’t understand where suguru was going with this but it was just like him to worry about things that didn’t matter. satoru sighs, attention back to his game,  “i dunno, it’s hard to say when we’re already the strongest. what else could you want?” suguru scoffs, shaking his head “you won’t be a teenager forever – you’d better wake up sooner or later, satoru.” satoru jolts awake, moving his blindfold up to rub his eyes irritatedly. 

shit, for once he didnt mean to fall asleep.

still feeling slightly disoriented, he hastily slides off of the couch, moving quickly to his room down the hall. groaning as he glances at the clock in the hall, he sighs hoping to ignore his slightly teary eyes. he was going to be late – you were going to kill him. 

satoru hasn’t been sleeping well lately – not that it was from a lack of effort. he’s tried melatonin pills, exercising before bed, even those sleepy girlie time party mocktails – or whatever you called them – but nothing helped. it definitely wasn’t the endless missions that the irritating higher ups were making him go on, he was used to the workload. maybe he was worried about something. walking quickly through his room, satoru wondered if you were getting enough sleep. did you have dreams too? sleep never seemed to be there when he wanted it. rubbing his face, to fully pull himself into reality, satoru could still feel the remnants of the quiet comfort produced by his unexpected dream. he felt shame at the feeling. guilt in the comfort. 

satoru didnt get a lot of sleep to begin with, but there were times where the extra hours awake weren’t all bad. he might as well be useful, which is how satoru started learning how to cook in the early hours of the morning, proudly surprising tsumiki and megumi with cute bento boxes. he would binge watch a whole tv series at once, determined to tell nanami all about it at jujutsu tech. but he thinks the best use of his time awake was when he was simply seated on the couch with you, listening to you talk about your day until the drowsiness would overtake you and he could just hold you for a little bit. he liked when you came over, tsumiki and megumi liked it too. just last week, when he saw your expression melt when tsumiki begged you to stay for dinner, giving into her like you always have. satoru remembers your grin as you sat next to silently pleased megumi, picking out the tender pieces of chicken from your plate to give him more of his favourite. when you were around satoru noticed that fushiguros were more at ease, and he couldn’t help but think that maybe it would be better if you moved in. but this was uncharted territory – a necessary boundary– protecting you from the rise and fall of his storm. his greed would have to lay dormant in his dreams. 

but the lines were getting blurrier throughout the years. satoru couldnt deny how his face would light up when you’d call him while he was on a lengthy overnight mission. concern smothering the delight in your voice that he was still awake (“satoru! what the fuck, did you even sleep today?”), he’d easy dodge your concerns, covering the fatigue in his voice with teasing remarks and crude jokes to your obvious frown.  “tell me something good, satoru” you’d say, seeing right through him like you always did, voice still laced with sweetness, wanting nothing more than to listen to him talk. 

taking wide strides across his room to throw something on, satoru rustles quickly into his closet grabbing whatever looked clean and appropriate. if he showed up in his crinkled pajamas again to a meeting again, you’d surely cuss him out. his eyebrows crease at the thought of disappointing you, he was supposed to make you smile not stress you out – he made a promise to himself to always look out for you and there you go again worrying about him. 

hastily grabbing the folded dark blue sweater at the back of his closet, blue eyes widen at a box toppling to the floor. its contents dramatically spilling across the cold hardwood floors. 

great. he didn’t have time for this. groaning, he quickly kneels down to right the box, his breathing hitches. 

strewn across his floor, he sees scenes of his missing dreams. photographs of his time at jujutsu tech as a student, his eyes taking in the many photographs that shoko had taken, moments of a simpler past. gathering the pile of photos, he slowly rifles through them – a photo of shoko and him with matching peace signs, a photo of you doing shoko’s hair, blurry photos of suguru chasing after you when you’d steal his cigarettes, snickering photos of him trying to climb suguru like a tree, a photo of you and kento sharing sandwiches. 

another lifetime ago. he picks up the slightly faded photo of himself and you, a reminder of a well loved memory. satoru shakes his head softly at the way you sat on his back while he was sprawled out on the gym mats, his glasses perched at the top of your head acting as a crown on your shit eating face.  satoru cant help but grin at his own small pout in the grainy photo. shoko always had the best timing. you had a bet with suguru that if you could get gojo’s glasses, he would treat you to unlimited free ramen from that nice place in shibuya with the fresh noodles for two months. 

satoru remembered how you’d excitedly roll off him ignoring his grumbling, “toru, you know i had to win! it’s suguru! have you seen how much sugu eats? that fucker would run me dry! but don’t worry, i’ll get him to pay for you too.” 

he never told you that he had let you win of course, not putting up much of a fight, distracted by the smile on your face – so bright that he couldn’t bear to diminish it. you must have had some sort of curse in your smile, even convincing a begrudging suguru into paying for satoru everytime, “sugu, you have to! he’s going to whine and cry, do you really want to deal with that?” 

after that month, satoru never went to back that ramen place again– too sick of it to go back. he could hear the creaking floors when the three of you would arrive,  the smell of the rich broth and the sound of suguru’s laughter when he teased you.   satoru knows you havent had shio ramen since then – you insisted on have ramen for every meal for a month to suguru’s annoyance. perhaps he’d invite you to go eat there again if it was still there. 

somewhere in his mind he thinks he hears the warm sound of your arrival, the jingling of the key that he gave you when the fushiguros first moved in. your usual light steps, heavy now with annoyance. 

“really, satoru?” you yell, annoyance dripping from your sharp tongue. “i’ve been calling you a billion times, this is an important meeting – we can’t be late again. you fucking said you’d be ready by the time i –” you see his still figure hunched at his closet. your eyes narrow in confusion, your tightened fist unclenching at the sight of his still broad back. 

“... satoru?” you call, voice softening as you notice the tension in his shoulders and the unnatural stillness of his too tall body. curiously you creep up behind him, your  slow hands feel his shoulders, the tension cold and heavy in his muscles, your hesitant hands leaving a trail of fire behind them. arms weaving their way around his slender neck, a place that you’ve been before. your eyes take in the photos strewn on the floor, visions of a past life swirling in his cluttered mind. your eyes widen. 

“..’toru?” you try again – more gently – calling him from the abyss, a light in a rough storm. eventually, you feel his large cold hand reach up to gently hold your right hand in response, his blue eyes tear away from the photographs, tousled white hair leaning against your abdomen, his tired eyes looking up at your concerned face. 

“hey.” he greets you, trying to mask his fallen expression with a hollow smile, a carefully practiced defense, something that he developed in childhood but perfected in suguru’s absence. but you knew him well. you knew how his eyebrows would crease or how his lip twitched when he was on the verge of crying.  

the dark rings around his eyes echoes you concern – were they darker than usual? you sigh as you take into account his far away stare, his icy watery eyes. crouching down, all anger forgotten, you look over his shoulder to take a closer look at the photo he’s holding. apologetically you let go of his hand in exchange for the photograph, sitting down beside him instead. you miss his eyebrows furrow slightly missing the comforting squeeze of your hand. a bittersweet smile dancing on your face, you stare at the photo, all words dying on your suddenly too heavy tongue. a photo of a past life, a happier time:  suguru’s exasperated expression contrasting his bright amethyst eyes, face fashioned in a pout as he was sandwiched obnoxiously in between you and satoru. a wild grin decorating your face, mischievous eyes closed in mid laughter at suguru’s grumbling, while satoru pulled bunny ears behind suguru.

“oh god, look at him.” you whisper pointing out suguru’s dark shorter hair when he first arrived at jujutsu tech. you almost forgot what he looked like before he – 

your eyes blink, you didn’t want to think about it. 

satoru scoffs, “i know, doesn’t he look like an idiot?” 

“remember how you’d make fun of him all the time? you were such a bully to him – he really hated you when we started.” you laugh sadly.  

“that’s not my fault, he was fucking asking for it! he kept calling me q-tip! or nepobaby!” he counters, betraying tenderness in his tone. “shut up, i know you liked it when he called you anything close to baby!” you quip back, face denouncing you in a soft grin. a heavy silence invades the intimate space between you two, his absence sitting in between you, his rightful spot now vacant.  suguru. you lean your head on satoru’s shoulder, his arm moving around you to settle at your waist instinctively. you look into his eyes reading him easily: i miss him too. 

suguru’s defection was still a sore spot in your mind. satoru still hasnt been able to say his name out loud, suguru’s name carrying too much weight. you suspected that satoru wanted to carry his best friend with him despite the heaviness, a sense of masochistic comfort. you hoped that he knew that you were always there for him when the time came, you still felt the hurt too. 

but there was a strange sort of solace that still lingered in his name. suguru’s memory was still soft if you focused but the pain caused by his name was still sharp and rough around the edges. when was the last time you and satoru spoke this openly about him?

the memory still hurt. a wound that would reopen at any given movement, unable to heal, cutting deeper as time went by. 

mercifully sensing the pounding of your heavy heart, satoru clears his throat and fishes out another photo in the messy pile. a photo of shoko and himself, a cigarette dancing on shoko’s lips, gojo looking at her in mid conversation. 

“ewww – look at you here.” you point out, wrinkling your nose, “this really wasnt your best haircut...” 

he scoffs, the twinkle in his eyes showing you his amusement.  “you’re the one who did it – ”

“oh fuck, right!” you laugh, thinking about the very first time satoru begged you to cut his hair – shoko was away on a rare mission–  yelping at you when you closed your eyes in nervousness, resulting in an uneven cut. you both remembered how shoko laughed so hard she cried when she saw him. you definitely didn’t cut his hair this time, admiring his soft locks and even trim. you move your generous hands to comb through his soft hair gently, enjoying the feeling of his undercut under your slow hands. he closes his eyes, a please sigh escaping his lips, tension immediately easing from his body.

“it’s better now though, hey? makes me even more handsome,” he teases, his eyes still closed. 

“nah, still ugly. brings out your buggy eyes. ‘m so glad you started wearing the blind fold.” you mutter, still playing with his hair absentmindedly. 

ignoring his whine, you laugh, “wow, shoko still looks amazing though.. look at her cute little cheeks! I forgot how she used to put pins in her hair like that.” previous annoyance disappearing instantly, satoru can’t help but grin back – he always liked your laugh. 

he watches while a strange far away expression infiltrates your face, picking up a photo, edges creased contrasting the vividness of his memory. shoko and suguru smiling at the camera, while you and satoru were in mid conversation smiling at each other. spring time, second year. 

“.. it looks like me and you haven’t really changed that much, hey?” he says softly, the fondness for you showing in his younger face all those years before.  

even when he didn’t ask, he knew that you would always be there. you were his constant. he didn’t know when he started seeing you in everything he did, if you could see his thoughts, you’d be able to see your smile reflecting back at you. your presence somehow simultaneously exciting him and putting him at ease. maybe it started when you stole his glasses in first year, or the countless detentions you both got in. surely, it must have been the night that suguru left. in the darkness he wasn’t sure who was holding who, your tears mixing with his as you clung to him in your sleep.

maybe it was when you showed up at megumi’s school when he first got into a fight even though you were in the middle of a mission last month, a fire in your eyes. or maybe it was when you comforted tsumiki when she came home upset over a fight with one of her friends. maybe it was in the way you talked her through it, rubbing her back gently while you listened to her through her teary words. or when you ate all his mochi yesterday, cheekily claiming “you said you’d share, satoru!” whenever it started, he knew that something different was blossoming into maturity in the past few months – something that he never knew could be a possibility –  let alone for someone like him. 

“we should take an updated photo, we never have photos of just us,” you decide, turning to face him fully. “my phone or yours?” he asks, eyes still the photo, breathing in the way you smiled at him all those years ago. unchanged. 

“mhm, yours.” you say as he digs his phone out of his back pocket. “i want a good one, ‘kay toru?? i dont need any more photos of you sticking your tongue out..” you mutter, scooching closer to him. “oy, come closer – you’re so far,” you whine, grabbing his forearm urging him to get closer for a better photo. 

“c’mere then..” he mutters, gently shuffling you so that you’re sitting in his lap, as you hum in content at the warmth of his skin against yours. he easily drowned you, this familiar place, his familiar embrace. yet this time you felt the tide shift, something softer, vulnerable – the calm waters after a storm.  you lean your head to his as you both smile for the camera as the shutter echoes through the room. 

moving impossibly closer to you, he turns his head towards you, his phone lay forgotten on the floor. sensing his stare you turn your head to his, eyes questioning his soft gaze. as the air grows thicker bursting with the weight of years of fondness and poorly hidden desires, your eyes flicker to the curve of his lips. breathing the same air as him, you feel light headed, drunk off the very presence of him.   

inching closer he feels his soft lips meet yours, a fluttering feeling, hesitant and foreign but firm and sure. you easily wind your arms around his neck, sighing as you pull him closer, jumping into the deep end when you’ve been wading in the shallows for years. he effortlessly maneuvers you to straddle his lap, large hands pressing against your back, pulling you closer to meld his heart to yours, his hands begging to memorize the feeling of you. 

too preoccupied drowning in him, you hesitantly break away from him to breathe, only to rest your forehead on his. grounding yourself in the feeling of his warm breath on your cheek, uneven and heavy, your erratic heartbeat threatens to break the fragile silence. the air grew hot and heavy, buzzing with anticipation and nerves.  satoru bumps his slender nose with your playfully, causing you to grin. a relieved smile dancing on his face in reply, a silent conversation dancing in his eyes, a celebration of his love, a proclamation of his devotion to you, an apology for waiting this long, an admission of forever. 

needing to feel more of him, you move your hand to cup his flushed cheek, the sweetness in his skin grounds you once more – satoru was always the question and the solution wound tightly into one. confessions of the past and future swirling in his blue, you meet the weight of his tender gaze like you were carrying the strongest’s life in your very hands. his skin burning with your touch, you greedily move to kiss him to soothe the ache, swallowing his smile in your greed. 

melting with the reassurance of his lips to yours like a signature on a previously forgotten love letter, you wonder how you lasted this long without his lips on yours. you bite back a pleased smile as he reciprocates eagerly, deepening the kiss, tongues dancing, his soft lips moving in tandem with a bruising promise to always be yours if you let him. when your hands weave through his hair, a dark purr escaping his throat, reverberating through your core. his arm grips you tightly as his other hand moves to settle at the nape of your neck, feeling your heart beat in sync through his flushed skin. 

breathlessly, with great effort two magnets part, your hands loosening your grip on his soft t shirt. breaths tangling together, drinking in each other. 

still intoxicated by the feeling of you, satoru can’t help but nuzzle into your warmth, his forehead finding yours once more. his eyes still on your swollen lips, evidence of his want, his mind already on the thought of kissing you again, like he would die without the feeling. “y’okay?” you mumble, heaving chest enjoying his touch. 

he chuckles at the absurdity of your question, you should know by now that he was always okay as long as you were with him – the only time that he feels he would get better is when you were there. 

“hey – don’t laugh…” you mutter suddenly embarrassed by his stare, a deeper blush finding a way onto your cheeks emphasizing your growing pout. laughing fully now, his strong arms bring you closer as they wind around your waist sweetly.

unable to resist, you lightly kiss his jawline as his wandering hands brush some hair out of your face. “hmph, you’re such a dick and after everything i do for you too…” you playfully whisper without malice, leaning into his broad chest, rolling your eyes.

“mm.. how should i make it up to you?” he mumbles, slender hand tilting your chin up to force your gaze to look at him. as you bravely meet his tender gaze, you notice that something different was in his eyes.

“damn, i gotta help you with that one too?” you tease, giggle blooming in your throat as he kisses your nose gently. “well… i have a few ideas.” he hums, moving to kiss you fully, slow and sweet savouring you. “you always do…” you mutter, eyes on his grinning lips. 

perhaps now he could answer suguru’s question he thought as you move to rest your head on his shoulder. satoru knew he wanted you. holding you in his arms now, feeling your shy smile on his neck –  he knew that you were something good.

requests are open a/n: they did not make it to the meeting lol ngl this request was tough, but i loved the challenge of writing my first smoochie smoochie scene. reposting this as a stand alone piece for maintenance.

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[misandrnesst]

Concept (because I can’t write for shit): You, Kaiser and Ness as a friend group.

You and Kaiser are childhood friends. One day he invites you out, and he brings one of his friends along. Timeskip to a year later and Ness absolutely hates you. He couldn’t stand the sight of you and Kaiser being so close. His thoughts were always lingering on you. The way you and Kaiser laughed at years old inside jokes. The way you seem to know Kaiser as if he was the back of your hand. The way that whenever the two of you were alone you always talked about Kaiser. Always poking fun at him, teasing him behind his back. He couldn’t help but notice the way you two start talking oh so naturally. He couldn’t believe you took up so much of Kaiser’s time, attention, and energy. Yet something always lingered in the back of his mind. Ness always noticed the way your eyes lit up with excitement whenever Kaiser and entered a room. The way you would laugh at his every joke. Your laugh it was loud, unrelenting and made his stomach twist in a way he refused to acknowledge. The way he would feel something… disappointment when he saw your muscles seemingly to relax whenever Kaiser would enter the room. The way you would never look him in the eye the same way you looked at Kaiser. Alexis Ness didn’t know it at the time but let’s just say… he’s wasn’t as jealous of you as he thought.

Little did Ness know…

Yes, you and Kaiser were childhood best friends. Yes, you two were practically connected by the hip. However no, you are not in love with Kaiser. The day you met Ness you were instantly smitten. His fluffy hair framing his face to make him look even more inviting than he already did. He had such a beautiful kind, purple eyes. his emotions were seemingly controlled, always bearing a calm, jovial expression. The way his eyes lit up whenever the topic of magic came into the conversation. You felt like a teenage girl with a silly little crush once again. While doing menial tasks you would pretend that he was there in the room watching you. You would wake up from dreams of him, whispering sweet, nothings in your ear. You even started to learn stupid card tricks just to see if he would like them (but you were too nervous to show them to him). Whenever you were hanging out, you could barely even look at Ness without your entire body heating up. You were simply so nervous, so hopelessly in love and he didn’t even know.

( Kaiser of course knows that you both have a crush on eachother and refuses to do anything about it. It’s more entertaining this way)

Feel free to use this concept in your own fics. I do not care as long as you credit me in someway :)

[meowsgirldrawing]

Soft is a Need too (Spite x Rook Drabble I could NOT get out of my head)

Obviously Lucanis x Rook too, but I like to explore Spite and his constant need for Rook just as much as Lucanis does too.

Not proofread so apologies for any mistakes, I am but a wee human in this wee world.

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Soft, subtle hands play into ‘his’ hair, twirling a strand around a finger so gently before letting it fall to the rest before carding through once more.

Spite couldn’t tell what need rang better- the need to close ‘his’ eyes or keep them on Rook as they read their novel peacefully from their other hand. 

He only gets so much time with them, and yes- while that time has for sure grown since Lucanis finally did something worthwhile and said how he felt towards Rook after their long-awaited return, he still itches for the times Lucanis finally lets himself rest and him take over. 

He’s been what Rook calls ‘Good’ and laid with them instead of trying to leave. But why would he leave now? Before, he was just bored. Now, he’s not bored anymore! Rook is! With him! Him!! Spite!

And with the way they giggle after a particular hair caress has him sighing in content and nuzzling into their stomach, he can tell they like it too. Not think like Lucanis does, Knows!

“You’re not falling asleep either, are you?” They tease lightly.

Spite glares up at them with fiery purple hues marking their face, “No. Can’t now.”

Their brow raises and a light smirk has him smirking fully back. “Oh?” Their tone has him tightening his arms around them better. Better for them not to leave. “And why’s that, hm?”

Spite nudges into the palm cupping his face, lightly nipping at it that has Rook booping his nose in response for his assault. 

It takes him another moment to realize the look set on him is one of expectation, not just playfulness with tender touches added in. 

It’s simple. “Can’t loose. Our Rook. Again.”

Rook’s hand holding his face pauses as does the one clasped with a book freezes, turning more stiff. 

They blink, then an odd look comes about their face. Spite doesn’t like it. 

They look worried and runs a more concerned felt hand through his hair. He practically purrs like those creatures he sees them constantly petting in Lucanis’s home town. 

“Spite…you know I’m not going anywhere again, right?”

“Yes. Because we kill. Whoever changes that.” His eyes flash momentarily, and he brings a hand to their face instead. Soft skin meets his hand followed by a sweet flutter of eyelashes as he cups around the side of their face. Gentle as Lucanis told him. Like he would ever hurt Rook. They are theirs! Theirs to protect! To fight with, to have fun with!

And finally feel soft with after so long of pain and hurt. 

All Spite knew since getting forced to share a body with the most stubborn human alive was pain. 

From being ripped from the fade and into the already tormented body itself, to the harsh experiments and trial and errors the mages did on him and Lucanis-just to see how ‘they’ reacted as host and demon, to sitting to the side as Lucanis curled into a sopping broken ball for months every night, frozen cold and having to listen to the irritating drip drip drip of the cell door. 

Spite felt the hunger, the aches, the burning anger and nagging sadness, and above all- the undeniable fear. 

Lucanis inadvertently made Spite feel it all, thus leading to his own want to leave, to go back to this ‘home’ Lucanis kept thinking about night and day. 

It all stopped the day Rook and her little team of misfits came into their life. With Rook leading the charge, they managed to get out and end up entirely into a new contract in return for helping them escape. 

It all stopped when Rook smiled and offered their assistance with anything the two needed. 

It all stopped when Lucanis got a flutter in his chest that grew and grew until the very sight of Rook had him blushing and Spite grinning. 

That was until that bastard mage, Solas as they called him, decided the brightest idea was to take their Rook. 

No more. 

Spite eyes them as they mark their book for later reading time and he starts sitting up further with glee when their arms stretch out to him. 

He’s a bit fast in globing them up in a hug only to have them laying across their large couch. He buries his face into their neck, smirking and chuckling as hands run up and down his back. It tickles. 

They settle into his favorite position at that point. Him laying on their chest, face nosing into their collarbone, and them holding them like how his wings hold them when keeping them safe. Away from the painful world. Away from mages and Solas. 

“Mine.” He presses a kiss into the bone underneath him. "Mine." They murmur it back just as easily. He smiles. 

He feels..safe..soft here. Lucanis thought it first but Spite couldn’t help but agree more the first time their hands touched them. 

The same hands that card his hair from his face to press light, fast kisses on his forehead. His nose. And he tilts up to meet their lips. They pinch him and they yelp as he does it back with a chuckle. Others would be scared of such a noise, but their hands are still on him, still giving him soft touches and loving caresses. 

He won’t sleep, he doesn’t need it nor wants it right now. He has his and Lucanis’s Rook and that's all he needs. 

That and their soft touch as always.

[2-dsimp]

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