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[justharmie]

Satoru...

"S-Satoru?!"

"Are you lost, baby girl?"

"...Wh-What?"

"I said, are you- "

"I knew this was too good to be true..."

"What?"

"What?"

"...😏"

"S-Satoru, wait- where's your hand going?!"

"Hm? Is this not okay?"

"I-It is, but..."

"But...?"

"Just... give me a heads-up next time, okay?"

"Okay~ 😚"

"Sigh😒... You never change, do you?😌"

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Geto turned to the front counter, peering down at the name on the coffee cup order. "Satoru...?" He hummed. "Ah, that's a nice name."

The white-haired customer stared back at him, like he just saw a ghost. His fingers tensed on the bill in his wallet.

Geto gave him a concerned look. "Satoru...?" He glanced back at the cup. Yes, that's the correct name...

Satoru blinked and chuckled. "Ah, sorry. Here." He placed the bill on the counter before snatching his coffee and bun. He turned away quickly, head down as he hurried for the café doors.

Geto snickered to himself. Just another socially-awkward customer. However, as the name "Satoru" settled in his mind, he stopped, brows pinched together in thought.

Satoru...

His eyes widened and he spun back around. "S-Satoru?!"

But the customer was already gone.

THEY HIT THE PENTAGON 😭😭

Artist: narutoss.ramen on twt

[justharmie]

Some more Sukuna x Toji because... why not?

Toji grunted as he finished his last pull-up. At the same time, he heard the gym door open. He ignored it, knowing who it was, and proceeded to grab his water bottle off the floor for a drink.

“Doing a late night work-out?” asked Sukuna, his adversary from the other sports team, who somehow managed to infiltrate their private gym, yet again. It was late, almost 9:00pm, but that was no excuse for the poor security of this university.

Toji squeezed his water bottle, but refused to let his anger show. “Yeah, and I wasn’t hoping for an audience.”

Sukuna snickered. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

Toji turned around. Sukuna was leaning against the wall with his hands buried in his pockets. He was donned in a casual white T-shirt and jeans, showing off his muscular, tattooed arms. There was a smug look on his face, like he had no intention of leaving.

Toji’s teeth gritted together. For the past month, Sukuna had been making it a habit to bother Toji whenever he could. When he wasn’t mocking him on the lacrosse field for being unable to make it past him, he was following him into their private gym to mock him for his lousy work-out routines. Toji didn’t understand what his weird obsession was with him, but he was nearing his wit’s end at this point.

“Your form is a bit off though,” Sukuna said, lifting himself off the wall to stride over to him. “Shall I give you a suggestion?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Toji turned away, trying to forget Sukuna was here.

Sukuna hummed. “Really? I think you’d benefit from a few helpful tips.”

“I’m good, thanks.” His tone was sharp. He wanted Sukuna to leave, but he knew he wouldn’t. 

He turned and stiffened when he realized how close Sukuna was, practically standing in front of him. Toji quickly steeled himself so the other wouldn’t notice his discomposure.

“You’d be a lot better player if you weren’t so stubborn,” Sukuna said, voice low like a purr. 

“You’d have a lot more friends if you weren’t such an asshole.” The reply sounded childish, but Toji was feeling himself growing anxious with Sukuna’s proximity. The man stood a few inches taller than Toji, but that wasn’t the part that made him nervous; it was Sukuna himself, with his dark eyes and smooth, low voice. There was something about him that made you flutter with anticipation, Toji himself included, as much as he hated to admit it.

Sukuna took a step closer to Toji, who reactively took a step back. Sukuna didn’t say anything — he merely stared down at Toji with an unreadable expression. Toji was getting irritated.

“What’s your problem, man?” Toji demanded, the frustration from these past few months coming out all at once.

To his chagrin, Sukuna merely shrugged. “I don’t have a problem. Do you?”

“Yes. You.”

“Oh?” Sukuna leaned towards him, causing Toji to flinch back. “Tell me.”

Toji’s fists clenched.

Sukuna noticed. “If you want to hit me, go for it.” He grinned. “If you can, that is.”

Oh, Toji wanted to. He truly did. But he knew what the result would be: Sukuna grabbing his arm and twisting it around till he had him pinned down to the ground. He’d proved many times over, not only in lacrosse but also in wrestling last season, that he was the superior one physically.

And Toji hated him for it.

Sukuna’s grin spread across his cheeks. “Go on. Try it.”

Toji released the tension from his jaw and breathed out. He wasn’t doing this. He reached down to grab his gym bag off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder.

Sukuna made a pouty face. “That’s a shame. I was hoping for a bit of excitement tonight.”

“Go to the arcade then.” Toji tried to walk past him, but Sukuna grabbed his elbow. Toji tried to wrestle himself free. “Hey- !”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sukuna said, grip strong on Toji’s arm.

Toji snarled as he attempted to yank himself free again, but to no avail. He sighed, allowing Sukuna to pull him closer till their chests were inches apart.

There was a glint of curiosity in Sukuna’s eyes as he stared down at Toji. Toji knew that look — all men knew that look. But for some reason, he wasn’t surprised by it. Perhaps they both suspected for a while now the sexual tension between them, but refuse to admit it.

“If you want to kiss me, then just do it,” Toji said, trying to make himself sound more irritated than he actually was. It was merely a mask for how he was truly feeling.

In truth, his belly was rolling with excitement, something he only felt when he was about to kiss an attractive woman. But this… this almost felt… different. More intense, more thrilling, like kissing your enemy for the first time. There was desire mixed with frustration. A passion that was desperate to free itself.

Sukuna grinned wolfishly before taking Toji’s chin and tilting it up to meet his lips. At first, it was gentle. Sukuna’s lips were plump and not as soft as a woman’s, but nonetheless intoxicating. Toji had seen Sukuna flirt with cheerleaders in-between games, saw how he toyed with them and made them giddy with his suggestive looks and sultry tilt of his mouth. He also saw how he kissed them, slow and open-mouthed. He definitely had practise and Toji felt it now.

Sukuna eased his mouth open to lick inside. A part of Toji wanted to pull back, to stop this before it got out of hand, but his curiosity kept him rooted to the spot. He almost didn’t want it to stop.

He felt Sukuna’s hands on his waist and there was a flicker of indignation. He felt almost like a woman. Toji seized his hand and felt Sukuna smirk against his mouth.

“No?” Sukuna asked.

Toji shifted his jaw. “Yes.” His finger tightened around Sukuna’s wrist. “But not like this. I’m a man; treat me like one.”

Sukuna sneered and dug his fingers into Toji’s side. “As you wish.”

~ Idk, this was random. Hope you enjoyed :P

[justharmie]

Sukuna x Toji because... why not? Warning: dubcon

“Not yet.”

Toji grunted. His cock was squeezed by a merciless hand, the thumb pressing down on his head, sending waves of pleasure and pain throughout his body. It was torture. Toji snarled as he tried to, once again, wrestle his arms free, but the grip of his wrists was too strong. Same with the grip on his knees, holding his legs apart, forcing him to endure the torment he was facing.

The broad figure loomed over him, a grin splitting across his cheeks. “So feisty.”

Toji grunted again as another wave of pleasure (and pain) rushed through his body. His legs tensed as he tried to close them, to shield himself from to those prying eyes, but to no avail. He was just too weak, which was inconceivable therein itself. He was an assassin, revered for his inhumane strength with the Heavenly Principle and yet he couldn't even pull a single limb free. He was completely and utterly subdued.

His face heated with humiliation and anger. No, he would not be subdued. Not to this… curse, or whatever it was. It appeared out of nowhere as Toji walked into his apartment and even managed to get the jump on him, emerging from the shadows and grabbing him before Toji's instincts even kicked. Such a thing couldn't exist, surely.

Toji's elbows lifted with the effort of trying to free himself again, but the hands tightened on his wrists, pushing him down.

“Now now,” came that deep, honeyed voice from above him. “Your prowess is to be commended, human, but make no mistake: only one of us is in charge here.”

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Waking up

Wriothesley awoke, feeling woozy, yet comfortable. He breathed in, stretching his legs under the covers, accidentally bumping it against someone's else. He opened his eyes to see a sleeping Neuvillette beside him. Memories from last night flooded back into his mind. The sophisticated Neuvillette, choosing to lie with someone like Wriothesley, an ex-convict, now an administrator of the prison, though not much better. He spent his days with rowdy inmates, tirelessly managing their conflicts and cleaning shit off the rusty floors of Meropide, whilst Neuvillette sat in his office, organizing case-after-case, all with such ease. His long white hair always so immaculate, his body smooth and unblemished, meanwhile Wriothesley's was scarred and roughened from years of fighting. He regretted none of it, but it was almost inconceivable when he felt Neuvillette's lips press against his last night. They were soft, so fucking soft, and Wriothesley had stiffened in surprise before melting into it. Eventually, they found themselves on Neuvillette's bed, the tea in the living room forgotten. Wriothesley remembered the feeling of clothes falling from their bodies, the warmth of their skin and flex of their muscles. He remembered how Neuvillette's thigh pressed against his side and heels dug into his low back, urging him inside. Wriothesley had been hesitant, but so eager at the same time. His name blew from Neuvillette's lips, something he'd never forget till the day he dies. Sunlight poured through the gaps in the curtains of the bedroom. Wriothesley shifted closer to Neuvillette and rested his head on his shoulder, sighing contently. Neuvillette's chest lifted with a soft groan. "Mmm… good morning, love." Wriothesley smiled. "Morning."

Artist: crescent

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No one:

Wriothesley: Tea? 🍵

[justharmie]

Neuvillette: "I hope you understand what sort of trouble you're in."

Tartaglia: "Oh I know 😏"

[justharmie]

Honestly

childe waking up in the fortress of meropide after neuvillette knocked him out and his first thought is “fuck that was hot”

[justharmie]

neuvillette follows up with the prisoner...

Neuvillette: "You mind telling me what you've done to the prisoner?"

Wriothesley: "What? He's completely fine."

Neuvillette raises his eyebrow and looks over to the prisoner, Tartaglia, slumped in his cell, looking like an absolute mess. His head lolls over and he grins up at Neuvillette.

Tartaglia: "What, are you here for a rematch? I'll take you both, you know."

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after tartaglia got arrested...

Wriothesley: "So, you're that punk from Snezhnaya, huh?"

Tartaglia: "Fuck you!"

Wriothesley: "Oh that is certainly the idea." Loosens his collar whilst glaring down at him.

Tartaglia's expression changes and he swallows thickly.

Wriothesley: "What'd you say, Fatui?"

Tartaglia: Smirks. "I say you got your work cut out for you."

[justharmie]

❤️💕

Kaveh you’re supposed to take care of him not have silly thoughts 🌱🏛️

[justharmie]

Also, sorry for delay on ao3. I have exams this coming week so I've been busy studying. Stay tuned to my Tumblr for upcoming updates.

Thanks 🙂

[justharmie]

Kaveh: "I love you..."

Alhaitham: "What?"

Kaveh: "Nothing."

Alhaitham: "..."

Alhaitham: "I love you too..."

Kaveh: "What?"

Alhaitham: "Nothing."

[justharmie]

intrusive thoughts

Alhaitham's thoughts: Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.

Alhaitham:

Artist: でぃの

[justharmie]

roommates's (lover's) quarrel

Alhaitham: "No more alcohol."

Kaveh: "Hey, give that back, you asshole!"

Alhaitham pushes Kaveh up against the wall and leans close to him.

Alhaitham: "You need to watch your mouth."

Kaveh: lifts chin "Make me."

[justharmie]

so, okay, listen...

alhaitham and kaveh are those roommates who're always yelling at each other, but both secretly like each other, but are too stubborn to admit it, so they keep yelling at each other till the other admits it first

click on pic to be taken to artist (@Suuuya_) page on twitter

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Alhaitham: Why're you the way you are?

Kaveh: gasp That is such an obnoxious comment to make-- !

Alhaitham: ...Being so pretty like that.

Kaveh: ...

Alhaitham: So pretty and red.