#but he was pecs of the day on twit so

[shadow0-1]

For twit

[girlwithsharpt33th]

ANGELIC - 𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓾𝓷𝓪

art cred: @innaillus (also on twit)

content: AFAB!reader, softkuna, brief mention of cannibalism, flashbacks, heian era sukuna, bittersweet love

a/n: second part of my angelic series! I tried a lil something new, adding some poetic elements

Being inexplicably connected to the King of Curses means your life can only consist of one of two things: calmness or chaos. You never know what to expect with such a temperamental partner. This particular night, however, you are quite certain it is the former.

He looks completely content, cerebral. not a drop of blood stains his lips, putrid metallic smell seeping from every pore of his body. Nor even a hint of something vile lurking beneath the surface. He smells clean, like soap. It’s almost like the abyss of sleep has baptized him, cleansing him of all of his twisted complexities.

he looks beautiful, your guardian angel incarnate. As if the memory of him consuming a woman’s breast not even an hour earlier was an illusion, gore encrusted lips grinning at you lustfully.

“Sit on my lap and watch me.”

communicating with his piercing gaze as he swirls his tongue over the stiff nipple.

shoving his fingers into your mouth, covered in the woman’s blood.

“Suck.”

Voice low and deep.

You shake your head. No good to dwell on things that happen every day. Right now he’s calm.

Bathe in his tranquility.

Your troubled thoughts dissipate and you’re brought back to reality as a finger darts out, poking you hard on the forehead. The force of this seemingly minuscule touch knocks your head back a little. His bottom left eye is partially open, peering at you. The curvature of it makes it appear as if it’s grinning at you. A soft smile plays on his lips.

“Sleep.” he says simply, pressing his fingers to your eyelids, shutting them. You can tell he likes the attention of your admiring gaze, though. He loves how you love him.

You hold the massive hand closest to you with your much smaller one and kiss it, smiling mischievously at him. “No, you.” you murmur. He lays on his back with his upper hands behind his head, closing his eyes and smiling broader. He’s listening to you. The thought makes your heart swell.

❀ ･゜ﾟ･*

You wake, having apparently snuggled up against your King’s side in your sleep. Warm sunlight spreads across his face, highlighting his features; warped mask, black tattoos, broad nose. Statuesque. Heat rises to your cheeks.

Your fingers dance along his bare pecs. He feels so warm. His belly mouth appears and you stick a finger inside of it, the large, flat tongue engulfing the digit. The muscle moves so slowly, sensually. One of his hands gently guides your chin to look at his crotch, propping one of his legs up, exposing his hardening cocks.

You quickly look up at him, curious to see if his eyes are open. They’re not, face expressionless. You look back at his cocks and wrap a hand around the bottom one automatically, his silent invitation not so much an invitation but an order. You struggle to wrap your whole hand around it.

He begins to react now, letting out a pleased hum. You smile and wrap your lips around his unoccupied cock, bobbing your head up and down lazily as he takes a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

He doesn’t press your head down like he usually would, instead letting you choose your own pace. So gentle. What did you do to deserve this? He’s peeking at you now, his eyes trained on you in rapt attention, hazy with lust and admiration.

Suddenly, he extracts you from his cocks, grabbing your waist and lowering your pussy onto his face. “How generous.” you say and shakily laugh as his dexterous tongue explores your folds. His nose nudges your clit sending shockwaves of pleasure down your spine. You grab a fistful of his hair, riding his tongue. He groans in approval, pressing a thumb to your clit.

He peers up at you, his amber eyes half closed. He’s making you feel like heaven and the sun illuminating the room enhances the feeling tenfold. You clench your thighs as you feel that familiar drop in your belly. He speeds up his movements, fucking your needy hole with his tongue and pressing down hard on your clit.

You swivel your trembling thighs as you cum with a gasp, groaning hoarsely as his tongue collects every last drop of your release. His cocks lay neglected against his stomach and you move to get up to relieve him, but he grips your thighs tight, holding you in place.

He shifts your hips slightly, just enough to speak.

“This morning is for you, little dove.”

Your mind barely registers his sweet words before his tongue dips back into your sex, eyes so full of an emotion you can’t even put words to.

Your mind blank, save for 3 words, a mantra, echoes in your brain

My Love, My Lord, My Savior.

[saturnsorbits]

hi!! congratulations on one year of your blog that is so so exciting :)

I would love to participate in your milestone event if possible! let’s say osamu and I are very happy to be celebrating our first anniversary in the italian countryside doing a little exploring, wine tasting, etc. (so romantic!) (fluff and/or smut, whatever you would like!)

Hi, Hi, Hi! 💕

Thank you! It's been a fun year...

I'm starting to realize that I haven't really written for a lot of these characters, so I hope you like this little scene!

House Wine

-> Osamu; Italian Wine Tasting; 0.9k.

TW: Fluff! A touch of crack too, purely at Osamu's pec's expense.

It takes only a second of watching you before a smile cracks Osamu's features. Your face lights up as you laugh, the Italian sun having already made you glow gently, but the way your eyes shine when another spluttering giggle forces you to breathe deep takes his breath away. Biting the tip of his tongue between his front teeth, he has to manually swallow down the 'I love you' that threatens to announce itself loudly and without pretense, right there at the table.

''Samu?' Leaning over the table, to cover the back of his hand with a palm and brush your thumb across his skin. 'You okay?'

When he looks up, your eyebrows are furrowed with concern creasing your face.

He shakes his head, feeling his heart flutter soft behind his ribs. Twisting his hand, he takes yours and laces together your fingers. 'Just zoned out for a second. I'm fine.'

'You promise?'

'I promise.'

You relax then, a smile coming up to curl your mouth once more as your squeeze his hand and gesture the, now empty, wine glasses that had been brought along on your quest to find a cooler spot to unwind. 'Which one was your favourite?'

He hums, trying to remember what the sommelier had said about body and taste and grape ripeness and ageing, but when he recalls the tasting itself all he can see is how adorable you had looked pinching the wine glass between your fingers and inhaling deep from its edge. The sun had been blazing, casting a soft halo around your head that made you look more angelic than his dreams ever could and now he's thinking about it, he's not sure he could have made it out of this trip without the words 'I love you' repeating on him like a catchy advert. 'Maybe the pinot?'

Humming you recall the taste on your tongue briefly, before the question is fired back at you.

'Which was your favourite?'

'The third one...' You beam.

Osamu tilts his head. 'The house wine?'

'It tasted like the wine we had at Atsumu's when I was first introduced to everyone... The one he -.'

'Thought was really expensive, but wasn't.' Chuckling at the memory, Osamu realises that he's probably been in love with you for a lot longer than he even realised. Even back then, he'd felt this... Something. Something that made him feel light and heavy all at once, that made him float while making sure his feet stayed firmly planted on the ground. Smiling, he chews at the inside of his mouth. 'That was a good night.'

Your snort. 'I was just glad your parent's liked me.'

'They love you...' Lifting your hand, he places a soft kiss against your knuckles while keeping your eye. '...It's hard not to.'

For a moment you think you've misheard him, or that you're reading into an innocent sentence, but almost as soon as the words leave his lips he's slipping from his stool and wiping his sweaty palms on the material of his shorts.

'Do you want to head out?'

Nodding, you let him take back your hand after he's done wiping them and follow along as he leads you back out of the small basement and up a corridor of old stone stairs.

Outside, the sun has begun to sink, painting the sky with reds and burnt oranges. It makes the vineyard look like it's on fire, bathed in the soft embers of the days end. Somehow, the vines look greener amidst the inferno, standing out stark and bright and stretching on as if forever. The rest of your party has remained in the courtyard, allowing for the soft twittering of chatter and the gentle hum of music to float, gently on the growing breeze. Around this side of the building, you're completely alone, locked inside of a moment that was specially built just for two.

A gasp leaves your lips when you reach the final stair and step out into this little slice of wonder. 'Oh, 'Samu, it's beautiful...'

'Yeah.' He breathes.

Glancing to the side, you pause for a moment and tilt your head when you notice that he's barely taken a peek at the landscape baring itself to you in the distance. Instead, his eyes are sparking, bright and bold as he looks at you like he might cry and laugh all at once. ''Samu?'

'You're so beautiful...' He turns, keeping your hands locked together. There's a drummer in his chest, beating heavy against his ribs as watches his future play out in your eyes. You're biting back a smile and it makes him want to kiss it from your face, but he won't because there are words threatening to spill from him again and this time... This time, he thinks he just might let them.

Giggling, you step forward and wrestle your hand from his to place both of your palms on his chest. Instantly, his arms come to wrap your waist, holding you close as you blink up at him. 'You're pretty beautiful too.'

Shaking his head, he lets you encourage him down for a kiss and falls, quickly into the spell of your mouth. You move against each other lazily, like you have the rest of your lives to do just this... Pulling back after a moment, he brushes his knuckles against your cheek and smiles, feeling fuller than he ever has. 'I love you.'

Shock makes your eyes widen, but the flurry of warmth that infests your insides has a grin pinching your cheeks in seconds.

'You don't have to say it back, or -.'

You press a finger to his lips before he can continue and shake your head. 'I love you too.'

Kissing your finger, he delights in he giggle it earns from your throat. 'You know I'm going to order a hideous amount of that house wine to remember this now though, right?'