canine teeth (in the side of my neck)
rated e for explicit
philza/missa
Missa couldn’t remember a time where Philza had been so clingy before. He was typically relatively stoic, hands clasped by his middle and kept to himself. Now, though, it seemed as though he was taking every opportunity to slip his clawed hands up Missa’s arms, hold him close, ruffle his hair. Not that he was complaining – Missa would take whatever he could get before Philza eventually decided it was crossing the boundary of ‘platonic’.
Now, it was language class, and Missa was seriously starting to wonder if Philza knew what ‘platonic’ even meant.
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After Bagi unknowingly suggests that Missa goes on a date with Antoine, Philza is a lot clingier than usual. Missa wonders whether 'platonic' is an entirely accurate description of their relationship.
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Pissa body swap!!
You know how they adore each other so much that they can't do without a mirror. It's so strange to see your own face contort with pleasure but it's not very uncomfortable after all the face we know and explore the most in our lives is our own.
They can do it but they cannot get off without the mirror being in front of them allowing to see each other in themselves.
Missa wants to cry because of how embarrassing it is to see himself without his mask, but its phil, is still phil even without his blue eyes there is the intensity that only his husband has when he is about to devour Missa. So when he hears his own voice ordering him to remove his hands from him (his husband's) face, he does it.
He doesn't notice how Philza's cock is smaller than his but Philza does.
It's like a hot, vague thought but now he's doing it and he's wondering if size has anything to do with sensitivity because Missa bends as if he's reached ecstasy and his wings (wich are Philza’s) inflate and contract nervously, Phil’s bird brain knows that those are his body's instincts begging to be breed by his mate
The reaper instincts of Missa's body recognize the wings of his angel, the angel he must adore, and Phil's (simp) mind is partially clouded by adoring Missa so much, having longed to be with him for so long that he quickly succumbs to adoring him in his own body no matter how narcissistic that may feel.
Has Missa always been so arhm… big? because he feels ugh big against his (Phil’s) thigh, he almost wants to apologize to his husband for hard times taking him inside.
but he shuts up when a huge thing goes into his mouth, god, and oh my god it's his tongue. His tongue with which he eats and sings and speaks moves almost gracefully within Phil's vocal space (this is confusing) but for the difference in size between them it's almost like choking on a cock (not that Phil or Missa did it before, i mean)
Missa cries and let me be lenient here because Phil looks so pretty with drool running down his mouth his lips look like they are going to explode from how red and swollen hid, his face is red and his glassy eyes are crying tears in despair
Phil smiles from Missa's body in that sly way that makes Missa look so different and intimidating.
The image from the outside is funny without knowing that they are in each other's bodies it is funny
Phil's (now Missa’s) wings are spread against the mattress
Missa has never had a cloaca before and when he starts to self-wet like this, it would usually makes a little mess and wet spots on his feathers.
He is lying there; the big angel of death crying pathetically for his husband's cock, so good, he has been so good, please
This is a power trip for Phil, his brain is too clouded in a river of not own instincts that ask for the same thing, and fuck he laughs breathlessly because fuck this is a whole thing
They could spend hours like this before they really come, just exploring their own bodies from each other's shoes it's so weird
When Missa stops at the skeleton marks that are everywhere he wonders how Phil could want something so daunting in his bed.
Only for Phil to growl (now he can't chirp now but growl) into his very own neck and Missa pulls more of his vulnerable throat out of him as a show of near-universal submission, don't you dare to talk about my husband like that! (he says it with his voice and Missa knows that he would say something like that perfectly)
If it were Missa he would be very angry still! But having those attacks at his husband coming from someone who is not his Missa (technically it is but with his voice) his favorite person on the island; only makes him more aggressive (repent while you suck my husband's cock, isnt him Great? Put it deeper, I know you like it)
Phil's wings are a disaster on Missa, he moves them uncontrollably releasing feathers which could be serious when they return to normal so Missa suggests restricting them and oh no...
It's like a fucking shibari but all the ropes are tied in the right homogeneous areas, mmh, of course Phil would know where it is in HIS body, maybe the crow can even admit that he looks good crying and limping out of breath
Now Phil's wings are safe which would make Missa breathe a sigh of relief if it weren't for the fact that he has his own cock down his throat, shit, his husband sorta ate himself so normally the I self-sucked (?)
Anyway he can't help but choke a little with his dick.
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Would love a pissa fic where missa comes home during Phil’s mating season and hes super desperate/territorial
yessss omg i really love mating cycle heat/rut fics so i'd love to write something like this. i was also pondering this but with starhalo too tbh
the idea of missa getting home and just being immediately grabbed and used wherever phil can get him is <3 yeah
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