#words of affirmation is both a blessing and a curse

[cultivating-wildflowers]

I am an uncomplicated woman: tell me you need me and I'll be there.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 14!

if you're reading these, please help us find this fic and this one!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some contain spoilers for season 8.

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circle the drain | hyruling/@hyruling | 2.6k | T

“What if I wasn’t?” Eddie says at last. His voice wavers a bit on the last syllable. we live in a beautiful beautiful world where buck's biggest reason for not being in love with eddie is that eddie is straight. we live in an even more beautiful world because of fics like this that go cool so if eddie isn't straight then that might change some things. i love it so much <3

drive me, crazy | markofalover/@markofalover | 5.3k | T

everyone in El Paso has lost their minds. this captures the diaz siblings so well!! and i love eddie's interactions with el paso citizens so much <3

freddie fakeman 2.0 | carpediaz/@sofa-king-lame | 3.1k | T

The one where Freddie Fakeman strikes again and confessions are made. freddie fakeman, you will always be famous <3 and cilantro soap gene!! this fic has such perfectly in-character buddie dialogue, i love it!!

good as gold | pairofraggedclaws/@pairofraggedclaws | 6.8k | E

Eddie's gonna be okay. He just needs some words of affirmation. this series is one of my absolute favourite things on ao3 right now and i need everyone to read it, like, yesterday. such a lovely, lovely fic <3

i touch myself, i dream | Excalipurr | 28k | E

Eddie accidentally takes Buck's LAFD t-shirt to El Paso. the best thing to come out of eddie in el paso is that it's inspired so many fics to use texting throughout and as a text fic lover, i am so well fed <3 i love how this incorporates voice notes too and eddie throughout this is just a mood!!

let's make the same mistake twice | cloudydaisies | 28.8k | T

buck needs a loophole. eddie needs to know buck needs a loophole. this absolute gem of a fic!! i love the buckley siblings and buck's shitty apartment and the crochet and the juice boxes and the pasta and just absolutely everything <3

might as well be drunk in love | lecornergirl/@clusterbuck | 1.4k | T

buck comes home drunk, and tells eddie something he didn't quite mean to. not spooky i adore you!! this is so good and fun and soft and just a delight <3

over/under | teaspoonmoon/@young-waverer | 11.6k | E

In which incredibly poor communication leads Eddie to suggest phone sex to help Buck get over his apparently unrequited feelings for Tommy, which Buck accepts because he thinks Eddie has realized he's in love with him and feels bad he can't reciprocate so he's offering this as a consolation prize. idiot4idiot, my favourite tag <3 i don't know what it is about buck and eddie but for some reason i find all of their miscommunication and silly behaviour to be the most endearing thing ever. pair that with the phone sex and this fic is just !!!!!

pinky promise | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 1.5k | GA

In which there was only one tent. they go camping and i love it so much <3 thunderstorms when you're camping can be so scary and honestly considering everything these two have been through, i'd be terrified too, and i love how they come together in this <3 it's just so soft!!

sweet child, you are a blessing (poor child, you have been cursed) | dumbdpaus/@ayotofu | 62.5k | M

Every Blessing comes hand-in-hand with a Curse. If someone wants to be Blessed with money, or love, or life, someone else must be Cursed. When Daniel Buckley's cancer doesn't seem to be going away, despite the transplant from his little brother, Evan, his parents make a terrible, terrible choice. the worldbuilding and ocs in this one just blew me away. it's so rich, so brilliantly done, and just so good!! and i love the firefam dynamics too <3 such a gem!!

the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 2.3k | T

Eddie calls Buck on the way to El Paso. Buck confesses. i just adore the writing in this one <3 it's just so stunning and the perspective used works brilliantly and it's so emotional and just so, so good. i might be overusing the word gem in this rec list but i have decided that i don't care so guess what, this is also a gem of a fic <3

there is motion at your front door | OrYouCouldHaveMine | 8.6k | E

Eddie moves to El Paso, but in the frenzy of the move, he forgets to disable his Ring camera. When he starts getting alerts every time Buck brings someone home, he starts an increasingly unhinged process of cockblocking his best friend. the gasp i let out when i read this fic summary!! unhinged eddie, i love you so much. this was just delightful to read!!

too close to the stars | jessieswrld | 17.4k | E

Buck helps Eddie experiment. The rest unfolds from there. i love how this one captures eddie and i love the basketball scene!! such a lovely fic <3

you told them i'm straight (but what if you're wrong?) | eightpackdiaz | 2.3k | T

Buck calls Eddie after telling Maddie and Tommy that Eddie's straight. Eddie's not so sure. this is fantastic!! i love the funny moments ("no math" hehe) and eddie's realisation is so lovely!!

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Finding Peace Pt.15: Problem (Spike x y/n)

Requested: Nah. Just part 15. Finally

Summary: There's always something over the horizon.

TW: None.

Word count: 1k

Previous | Next TBD

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Spike’s thoughts have been a tumultuous storm of fear and love. He could not forget how you did not repeat back how much you loved him. He knew that you did, but for you to not affirm it, to put it out in the universe, it really did a number on him. He didn’t know why it was so important for him. Unless, that is, he admits that no one -no other lover- has ever said I love you to him.

He milled around the house, went hunting with you, and slept by your side, all the while cold inside. The only time he came alive was when you shared a kiss or made love. Oh, to make love with you. What a dream. What a blessing. It was the only time that he truly felt like you belonged to him.

He didn’t dare bring up the matter up again. He worried that you might perceive it as nagging or pressure from him. He wanted things to fall into place in their due time. However, he felt like he was gasping for air every time he held back from saying ‘I love you.’ He felt it so strongly. In his bones, his muscles, his soul. He wanted to whisper it, sing it, shout it. He wanted you to always know that his love was all yours. He promised to himself to stay present and alert. He didn’t want you to feel that he was pulling away.

You on the other hand noticed that he had gone somewhat cold, distant. He was present in the intimate moments but far when everything else was at play. You couldn’t blame him. You did this. You were too afraid to seal the deal. To give it a name. Your scars from your previous loves, your past soulmate, were still fresh even after 1,000 years. You wanted to give yourself up completely to Spike, to be his without reservation but for how long? Would he leave you too? Will the curse rip him away too? You didn’t know how to feel, how to cope, so you marched on. Two zombie lovers carrying on like there was no trouble in paradise.

You get ready to go on patrol. Spike follows you with his eyes as you gear up while you walk back and forth between the living room and your room.

“Anxious, are we?”

You look at him startled, forgetting that he was there.

“Big big bad on the loose.”

He gets up and walks towards you. He embraces you to make you stop pacing. You lean into his touch. Like this, you wanted things to always be like this.

“We’ll figure it out together.” Spike says into your hair.

Your grumble in agreement. Spike smiles at your antics.

The sun sets and you’re both off into the cemetery searching for the evil that lurks in the darkness. You both searched and searched and found nothing. Until you hear rustling from behind a set of bushes. You’re both alert. A shape appears, it’s Buffy. She instantly goes still. The bane of her existence, you two. She acts like nothing has happened and starts walking away.

You sigh in contempt, “We need your help. There’s something big lurking around and we need to band together.”

Buffy stops. She doesn’t turn around. “I work alone. If you’re incapable of pulling your weight then let the real slayer take care of it.”

You’re miffed and ready to fight. Spike holds you back. You say nothing and Buffy walks away. You look back at Spike in frustration.

“So much for being amicable.” You say.

“She got a stick up her bum. Remember, this was a fight she didn’t win.” He smiles and caresses your face.

You smile in return. To build love out of woes seemed fitting for your story, your life, your curse.

“Let’s go back home. Sun is Abou’ to rise.” Spike urges you.

You resign yourself and start walking back. Suddenly your target appears, blocking your path.

“Of course.” Spike grumbles.

Your quick to launch at him going for the head. Spike trails quickly behind you, punching him in the stomach. The demon flails and throws you off. You land with a hard thud. Spike is still going at it until the demon punches him, launching him into a tree. You both recuperate quickly. You pull out your sword in the hopes of doing more manage. Spike goes in first distracting the demon. You run up behind him and stab him in the back. The demon screeches in pain and turns around to attack you. You’re quick on your feet and move with the demon. You stab him some more. The demon is bleeding profusely. The demon retreats. You both run after it, but it disappears into the night.

“We should split up.” You suggest.

“No can do, bird. The sun is rising. I won’ make it.”

You hesitate but you agree. You both make it back quickly to the house just as the sun is on the horizon.

“At least we found it.” Spike sighs.

“But we didn’t kill it.”

“Maybe he’ll bleed out and die.”

“One can only hope.”

You both share a knowing look, a shared fear. Time together, alone, has been difficult. It has been a secret war since Spike admitted his love for you. It’s as if the air was heavy and the tension could be cut with a knife. What was the point of being together if you didn’t share the same love? Spike, as if reading your thoughts caves and faces the situation.

“Love, it’s okay if you didn’t say it. It’s always been like this. I feel big. I feel quick.”

You shake your head, “No, it shouldn’t be like this. I swear it’s there. I just… I… it’s hard, okay? I need time. I need space.”

Silence fell.

“You need space?” Spike was confused.

“No, not like that. I don’t want you to go. I just need to figure things out… by myself.”

“I didn’t know I was in your way.”

“No! not like that! My words aren’t coming out right –“

“Love, I get what you’re saying. It’s loud and clear to me. I’ll go. And give you all the space you need.” Spike was snide about his response.

Spike starts for the door, and you hold him back.

“Please, give me more time to explain.”

Spike pulls away without another word. He grabs his blanket and runs out the door in broad daylight towards his crypt.

You close the door and bang your head against it. Smooth. Maybe it wasn’t the curse that was the problem. Maybe you have been using it as an excuse to push people away out of fear of them leaving you. Maybe you were the problem.

Spike barely makes it to his crypt. The blanket partially on fire. He throws it in a corner and stomps into his home. He is enraged and sad. He kicks his furniture, the tombs, the walls. Why does every romantic endeavor end this way? He feels too fast, and they run away. Maybe he’s the problem. Maybe he’s the one pushing things too far too quickly. He didn’t know the answer for sure. All he knew was that he was back at square one, drowning. He wanted to feel, to love, to be wanted and taken care of. Maybe this soulmate thing wasn’t all it was cut out to be. He sat down in his chair, angry and sad. Tears fall down his cheeks, he sobs quietly.  

[strawberrystepmom]

gojo x f!reader. cw: food mentions and suggestive theming. he refers to reader as sunshine.

this is a bit of a love language exploration. reader’s giving love language is acts of service (😔 never beating those allegations) and gojo’s is giving physical touch with a dose of words of affirmation. wc 1.3k

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune

There are times when the simple daily acts of taking care of Satoru feel like the sole thing you were put on earth to do.

Not in the fashion of the maids he was raised by, tutting over his wrinkled yukatas and forcing him to eat the slimy natto he’d swallow through a pout with eyes as watery as the oceans that color them, but as if you’re the well from which his energy springs. He wouldn’t think about little things like slowing down to eat, rest, drink, and enjoy without someone there to remind him to do it. The curse and blessing of being as close to otherworldly as one can be without entering the uncanny valley.

This realization came to you long before you admitted to anyone that you were enamored with him. Back when you were a pair of bratty teenagers and you’d only ever seen him munch on konpeito with a hand wrapped around a bottle of melon soda to wash the scratchy sugar crystals down. You were appalled at how little he cared about himself (you didn’t take excellent care of yourself either in those days, judgmental one…) but you took it upon yourself to start taking better care of yourself and him by proxy in the process. A small act of compassion for a friend would never hurt, you reasoned easily at 17.

At that point, your role was merely sharing bentos or onigiri you made for yourself with him, trading a bite of your tuna filled rice for a sip of his soda - the indirect kiss aspect of this ritual made him giddy for more years than he’d like to admit aloud - or some of the star shaped sugar crystals in his palm that he’d toss between your lips and teeth when you’d open your mouth wide enough to catch them.

(You’d stick your tongue out far enough to allow him to watch the sugar melt away and turn into a colorful splotch. His big eyes, animated as ever, widened further with each bright green and orange spot that appeared and washed away in a flash. This little ritual is also how both of you learned to French kiss but that’s a memory to reminisce upon another morning.)

The two of you experienced some terrible things your first year and his second year of high school. A certain part of you felt bad for how unapproachable and closed off he seemed after Suguru’s departure and you know now that the acts of kindness had a larger impact than intended. A stray cat that gets fed always returns, after all.

He keeps returning. You thank the stars above morning, noon, and night.

Now, caring for him is as steady and effortless as the click, click, click of the knob thay controls the flow of gas on your stove as a flame ignites beneath your rectangle shaped tamagoyaki pan. Oil sizzles and the sound of it mingles with the shower running across the apartment and Gojo’s singing that is somehow louder than both of these happenings.

No wonder the neighbors hate you.

Whatever off key song he has come up with at least makes you giggle while pouring enough egg into the pan to start the process of making breakfast. Some days you are both too busy to sit down and share these moments but you still make sure he eats, a bento always tucked into his bag that matches the one in yours. Thankfully you are both off today so you get to enjoy the process rather than rush through it.

“It smells amazing.”

You didn’t hear him shut off the shower, too busy pouring and positioning egg to notice wet footsteps across the floor and heading directly toward you. A towel is slung carelessly over his hips and you giggle when he drapes himself over your shoulder, his hands dangling down the front of you. Shifting your face, you meet his with a smile and pretend to frown when water droplets fall out of his hair and onto your shirt.

“Whatever happened to good morning?”

He looks up at you from the corner of his eye and then feigns a bright idea coming into his head, shaking it and making more droplets fall on you at the same time. Giggling, you try to simultaneously monitor your eggs and him at the same time.

“You’re so right, how could I forget!” He clears his throat dramatically and stands up, hands wrapping around your waist. He bends to whisper in your ear. “Good morning, sunshine.”

You glance up at him with a too fond smile. When did you become so soft? You’re no better than the sugar that used to melt on your tongue, more than charmed by his sweet words and tender touches. It may be written all over your face but you do your best to hide it, raising your brows and sighing dramatically.

“That’s better.”

Clicking off the heat and shooing him as much as you possibly can, you pull the hot pan off of the stove and deposit your eggs onto a cutting board. Even a few seconds of time apart makes Satoru antsy so he’s by your side long before you can miss him, an arm draped around your shoulder and a hand on his hip.

“Thank you for doing this. I know the sun makes you hiss before 10 so it means a lot.”

Rolling your eyes, you slice the tamagoyaki and he hums his approval immediately. Steam wafts through the air and you have to admit that it’s making your mouth water, too.

“You’re the only person I’d do it for,” you mutter under your breath and he laughs, leaning to kiss your cheek. “You’re a liar. You’d do this for anyone who needed it.”

You continue slicing and he removes his hand from his hip, reaching to grab one of the already cooling slices off of the cutting board and stuffing it into his mouth. It’s still too hot and whatever he was going to say next is lost completely when he burns his tongue. He breathes through his mouth for a second to cool the eggs down the rest of the way and you groan.

“Mouth closed. You’re an adult, I shouldn’t have to tell you this.”

Now that it has been sufficiently cooled down, he chews the mouthful and swallows. He knows you’re joking so there’s no hurt feelings, just a cheeky grin and a dramatic eye roll.

“I was going to say, before your breakfast tried to murder me, that I’m grateful you do it for me and not just because we live together.”

The way he beams down at you is all the thanks you need, his smile as big as he is, but the words make you squirm. You’ve never been good at accepting praise or compliments no matter the amount of them you’ve been given.

“Yeah, yeah. I did it willingly when I was just your late night call too, I know.” He scoffs and shakes his head, reaching for another piece of egg. You slap his hand away playfully. “You’ve never been just a late night call to me, you know that.”

This is true and you lean into his side, aware again that he’s naked except for that damn towel. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you tickle his side and he whines.

“Go get dressed. I’m feeding you natto this morning.”

Satoru Gojo, alleged grown man, whines again. Loudly, childishly, pathetically. You giggle at his dramatics and slump when he puts most of his weight on your shoulder, drooping.

“Really?” He asks and you shake your head. “No, we’re having salmon. Go get dressed.”

He shakes his hips and the towel wrapped around them threatens to fall right in the kitchen and you tap his side with a coy smile.

“Goooooo,” you urge. “The sooner you do the sooner we can eat and then our day can really begin.”

Raising your eyebrows suggestively, he picks up on your meaning immediately and holds the knot of the towel against him while he hurries to your room to pull on some sweatpants. They’re his favorite for easy access and he’s more than prepared to give you his thanks in the form of as many orgasms as you want as soon as you’ve both fueled up.

[zerofushiguro]

Hi!!! Can I request a one shot for Satoru with little sister reader? His little sister is a sorcerer too but she's not gifted with six eyes and limitless curse technique like him. Because of that she always gets compared to Satoru. However, Satoru always reassures her that she can get stronger and always be her number one supporter. They train together and if anyone ever tries to make her little sister down he'll always be there to defend her and comfort her afterwards.

Gojo's Little Sister | Gojo x SIster!Reader :)

Being Satoru Gojo's little sister was not easy. He was blessed, or cursed one would say, with both the six eyes and the limitless technique while I was only able to use simple techniques, similar to Maki Zenin, but at least I had some cursed energy to begin with as she had none at all.

My specific skill set was that I was able to use electricity to my advantage to take down opponents, however, I was nowhere near as strong as Satoru.

"What's wrong, y/n?" Gojo asked as he ruffled my hair. We had been training all afternoon and I felt like I was getting nowhere. Even though the strongest sorcerer alive was training me, I couldn't help but to be seen as anything less than his baby sister.

"I just feel overwhelmed, Satoru." I answered, trying to make it out as if I was just tired and not insecure about my abilities. The Gojo clan was notorious for being judgmental and being overbearing. I didn't want my inability to be as strong as my older brother to get in his way.

"You've been training hard all afternoon, however, it seems like you just want to give up." He said, looking down at me as I was sitting on the training room floor. He could always read me like a book.

"To be honest, I just don't feel up to par with you, Satoru. I just… want to be just like you." I confessed, feeling ashamed at my lack of accomplishments.

I was ten years younger than Satoru. He was twenty-eight while I was eighteen. He had accomplished so much, being the world's strongest sorcerer and also being one of the most sought out teachers of this generation. Most people didn't like him or his childish antics, but I looked up to him.

"Does it bother you? Being my little sister? I don't want you to ever feel as if you live in my shadow, y/n." He would say as he reached his hand out and pulled me up off the floor. As I stood up, I lost my balance and fell down. He reached his hand back out before telling me to get up and try again.

"Satoru, people talk about me." I told him out of confidence before trying to hit the target. "They say I'm nothing like you and that I don't belong within the Gojo bloodline in general and I'm starting to believe them."

The look on Gojo's face was unbelievable as he heard the news of his little sister's sad, but true, feelings.

"We're done training for the day. Let's go get something sweet to eat and we can spend some time together instead." He smiled, holding out his hand. I smiled back at him, allowing him to take my hand and lead me outside.

Once we reached the cafe where we were getting Mocchi, he looked at me randomly and said something I will never forget.

"Y/n, you are perfect the way you are. Don't you dare let anybody else tell you otherwise. All you have to do is work harder and you'll get there. I'm here to help you no matter what." He said with a smile.

My heart felt warm and fuzzy as my older brother spoke these words of affirmation. I knew he loved and cared deeply about me and would do anything for me. That was the day I decided to do whatever it takes to make him proud of me. I was happy to have him as my big brother.

[recklessramos]

Blissful

Will Ramos x plus size fem reader

18+!!

So the other day I had a thought about Will that just wouldn’t shift from my mind so I decided to take it to my blessed notes app, which made the thought turn into a writing idea. Suddenly I have almost 10,000 words and if I don’t post this I think I’ll go crazy. I’ve put my whole pussy into this (lmao) and it’s ma cursed baby however this is the first smut I’ve written since 2021 so be kind:))))

Warnings-

9,692 words of absolutely feral smut I am disgraceful!!, mentions of negative body image and reader being on a healing journey, sickening fluff, mentions usage of weed, PIV sex, unprotected sex (all together now ‘wrap it before you tap it!’) oral (male and female rec), Will is PACKING, soft dom(?) Will, use of ‘slut’, lots of dirty talk, flirting, hair pulling, cum play, clit spanking, light choking, spanking, spit, edging (fem rec), overstimulation, pet names, use of ‘y/n’ I think that’s everything but let me know if I’ve forgot anything!

This is completely self fulfilling lmao😭😭 Also the whole writing process of this felt so blissful(ly frustrating😭😭) so ofc I had to call it blissful. Also because it’s Will duh.

Even though this was written with a curvy reader in mind, this is for everyone!!! We all deserve love and appreciation (and earth shattering pleasure)!!!!

Also please excuse the low quality collage I made, I tried my best💀 Anyway I’m going straight to hell and I’m going there happy and horny🤍

GIF credits: julien-mayfair and all the pics in the collage are from Pinterest so dm me for removal!

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You’d been struggling with your body image recently and even though you persevered with your affirmations, vigorous self-care and weekly therapy the thoughts still clouded your mind throughout the day. Will was aware of the fact you were on a healing journey and you couldn’t ask for more from him.

He was there with you on the easier days when you flaunt all your curves and see no issue on having your stretch marks peeking through your crop tops, or how your back rolls are hugged by your shirt. He loved seeing how your outfit hugged your curves, how you smile at yourself while repeating your affirmations in the mirror. He would even repeat them back to you, ‘you are so worthy, so loveable and so fucking beautiful’ he’ll say to you as his hands sneak from your waist to cup your stomach with soft fingers and his adoring grin that never failed to make your stomach flutter.

On the days like today when the thought of standing in front of a mirror causes your stomach to spin with anxiety, eyes brimming with tears, he’d wrap his arms around you so you could hide your face in his chest as he spoke your affirmations to you. It may take five or ten minutes of staying with your back to the mirror and your face in his chest before you can turn to face your reflection but when you do the bright, warm smile Will showcases is enough to make your chest swell in love and appreciation.

He whispers gentle words of unconditional love in your ear as your eyes scan over your body, you breathe through the discomfort and focus on staying calm and centred. At first the affirmations you repeat feel ridiculous, but after five minutes your shoulders have released their tension and you're beginning to ease into your body.

There’s gentle music playing in the background of your conversation with Will, which only consists of sweet words and soft laughter as he tickles over the sides of your torso. You move from standing in front of the mirror to sitting on the floor, crossed legged with Will behind you. His legs are out on either side of you giving you easy access to lean back into his body, his clothed chest pressing into your back. You can sit comfortably like this for hours, just you and him and the reflection of you you're learning to become acquaintances with. Luckily for you this was both your day off from work, so it can be spent with just you two in your home, smoking weed, cooking your favourite meals while singing along to some of your favourite songs together.

With a full belly and a blissfully cloudy mind from the joint you shared after the time spent in front of your mirror, you end up on the couch cuddled under a blanket watching one of Will’s favourite movies. Your bodies are intertwined, your mind at ease from any negativity. When you’re together like this, nothing else matters.

After a couple hours you start to fidget through boredom, tapping your foot to the sound of nothing and letting out exaggerated sighs every now and again. It’s not that the movie that Will chose for you to watch was boring, it was just that you couldn’t stop thinking about all the other things you could be doing together. You saw yourself on your knees, arms pulled back and pinned to your back by Will, face pushed into the sofa while Will rammed into you at a torturously slow and hard pace. You picture how your ass will slap into the ending dip of his v lines, how deep the tip of his cock will land in your throbbing pussy.

‘What- why can’t you keep still?’ you freeze in reaction to Will’s question, not even realising you’d been shifting your hips around in an unknowing effort for some relief from the ache on your clit. ‘Uh- I’m not even moving!’ you try to argue back but he drops his eyebrows, slightly squinting his eyes suspiciously. ‘I’m just trying to get comfy.’ You try in hopes that he doesn’t figure out that the movie he’d chose just wasn’t keeping you distracted from the lustful thoughts that burned into your mind, but to no avail as a smirk pulled at his lips. Will could read you like an open book, there was no hiding when you were sad or feeling insecure or so horny you were about to start grinding the couch cushions.

‘Hmm is that true?’ his tone dropped, he knew you were lying and that you were really aching for him to touch you, but it’s Will- of course he’s not going to give you what you want right away. You only replied by slightly nodding, you could either give in and tell him what you want, or you could be the stubborn brat you often chose to be in these situations just to find out what could happen on the other end of things; the grass is greener on the other side after all.

Right?

‘Yeah, we might have to think about getting some new cushions for the couch. These ones are awfully uncomfortable.’ you mutter back, jutting your hips around at the end of your sentence just to back up your case. Also so you can try and ease the throbbing that was making your stomach ache and pussy clench around nothing. You needed to be filled up by his cock right now.

For a long moment you both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something. The air was becoming heavy, your body was curving into him as a reaction to the thought of having his cock in you. He noticed this change in your body, chuckling slightly and shaking his head.

‘We could always go to bed if it’s that much of an issue that you can’t focus on the movie.’ He nodded his head towards the stairs, you manage to hide the raise in your eyebrows as the idea makes you press your thighs together.

‘It’s only eight.’ You glance down at his lips as you continue your exploration on how far you can take it till you give in. Will could never give in, he’d happily tease you for the rest of the night if you choose to go along with it, he had before and he’d do it again, so it all came down to how long you could hold out for.

‘I can think of a few things that’ll keep us busy for the next couple hours.’ His fingers trace your jawline ever so slightly, your lips parted and he took the opportunity to slip the tip of his thumb between them. By automatic reaction, you sucked it gently as your tongue skimmed against the pad of his thumb and as quick as it was there, it was gone with a pop of your lips. Any chance of you holding out was thrown right out the window when his lips part in a shit eating grin and you take in a hurried breath as you act on pure impulse and slam your lips against his, catching him off guard for a mere second before he gains composure again. His lips move against yours, matching your rhythm and your tongues are quickly passing over one another.

He grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him, your lips never disconnecting. You don’t waste a moment as you begin to grind against his crotch furiously, letting your soft whimpers get lost in the kiss that had your chest burning and your panties soaked.

With one of your hands on the side of his head and the other threaded into his curls, your chests pushed together so he could feel your hardening nipples through the thin layers that separate you from him, you thought you couldn’t be closer to him. You were proven wrong when he grips your body closer to his, easily flipping you over so you were laid on the couch with him above you. The kiss broke for a moment so you could both take a breath, and you took the opportunity to wrap your legs around his hips, his crotch meeting your centre as his lips meet yours again.

Your hands gripped his shirt, pulling at it desperate to lose the fabric from his body. He noticed immediately and leant back onto his knees, pulling his shirt from his tatted body. He tries to lean back down but you place a hand on his chest to stop him, his eyebrows twitch in confusion. You take your time as you scan your eyes from his neck, down his chest and toned torso, his deep v lines (oh my god don’t get me started on the v lines) to where his waistband sits lowly. You try to squeeze your legs shut because of how his Godly body makes your pussy ache desperately for attention, only pulling him closer to you in the process and finding no relief. When you meet his eyes again, they’re darkened, so much so that his dilated pupils blend with his usually brown eyes and that same shit eating grin is plastered on his face.

Although Will could be shy at times that didn’t change the fact he was aware of how hot he was, how the sharpness of his jaw line, the movement of his Adams apple when he swallows, the toned exterior of his abs all make you weak in the knees and immediately desperate to feel every inch of him deep in your guts.

One of his hands move from your hips to cup your jaw, your gaze faltering under your eyelashes. Your breaths both pick up when your soft, pleading gaze meets his dark, lustful one. His thumb softly pets over your bottom lip, you wait impatiently for it to pass into your warm mouth. When he doesn’t give you what he knows you want, you wrap your lips of the pad of it and begin to suck down onto his thumb wishing it was his cock. Your eyes plead and he knows exactly what for.

His mouth is agape and his hair is slightly dishevelled from your tugs at it, all you can think about is the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, his hands in your hair as he fucks your mouth mercilessly. ‘Just like that angel, suck it like you would my cock.’ you let out a whimper from his dirty words, words that make you lift your hips up to him in hopes he’ll listen and give you what you want. When instead he chuckles, you begin to whimper again but he cuts you off.

‘As pretty as those noises are, they aren’t gonna get you what you want.’ your eyes look up at him with pleading and desperation, your hips trying to shift closer to his. Just as you graze his crotch with your clothed centre, he pulls his thumb from your mouth and pushes your hips down to meet the couch. ‘Look at how desperate you are, I bet your panties are soaked aren’t they?’

‘Will-’ you begin but are cut off by your own gasp as he places the ball of his palm over your clit, pushing with barely any pressure but it’s enough to earn an ‘oh my’ from you. ‘I bet you could cum in seconds just like this, when I'm barely even touching you.’ he mumbles lowly, eyes locked between your legs as you begin to grind your hips into his touch.

Soft moans tumble from your lips, your head rocks back making your chest pop up slightly, welcoming Will in when he twists your nipples between his fingers over your shirt.

‘How about we see if you really are that desperate? Hmm?’ his tone is slightly cruel and completely unhinged, but you’re so focused on how you’re finally getting some relief after what feels like hours of yearning that you don’t even acknowledge his words.

His hand begins to grind against you in circles and your hips match his rhythm in all directions against his palm. Up, down, side to side, in circles and random jolts. You don’t care how desperate it is, the fact Will is letting you get off this soon is enough of a shock for you to grab it before it may be taken from you. You flick your eyes open to see Will readjusting his crotch just as your orgasm begins to threaten to take over. ‘Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me, baby.’ His nearly breathless words are enough to knock you over the edge, but just as your eyes become cloudy and your clit is throbbing so hard it feels like your pussy is going to explode his touch is lost and you literally cry out in frustration.

‘Fuck Will! Why’d you-’

‘Shhhh, don’t worry angel imma give you what you want you’ve just gotta wait a minute, okay?’ his tone is soothing and genuine, but you’re raging from the lost orgasm and your pussy is throbbing harder than ever.

‘No Will it’s never just a minute, it’s hours and I'm fucking desperate. Please I need to cum so bad.’ you’re begging for anything and Will feels the tension in your body, so he leans down to kiss you in an effort to calm you down. At first, you’re stiff and pulsing with anger, but you can’t stay too angry at him when his lips are so soft against your mouth, and his warm tongue gets you thinking about its wetness soaking your clit in languid strokes. Your body softness and you ease into the kiss before pulling back to speak.

‘Please, Will, I need it so bad.’ you beg again, hoping your soft tone and puppy eyes will get you what you want.

‘I know and I'm gonna give you what you want, just not yet okay? When have I ever left you hanging?’ at first you pout at his words, but you know he’s right. Even on nights where he’s edged you for what feels like hours, he always gives you back every orgasm he denies and sometimes more if you ask him to.

He begins to kiss down your neck, his hands tracing the hem of your shirt. His lips are soft and gentle, his tongue kitten licking over the warm skin he litters with soft pecks. His hands find their way under your shirt passing over your tummy and to the curve of your breast.

‘Can I take this off?’ he questions while tugging the fabric of your shirt, you nod in response and lean up to help him and the cool air hits your chest immediately making your nipples become harder than they already were. You return to your prior positions, his kisses finding their way down your collar bones to your chest. His eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of your soft flesh against his lips which have begun to follow over the top of your breasts.

He begins to suck on your breast and create light hickies on the skin, you feel his hand move from your hip up to your other breast and his fingers begin to twist and pull your nipple. He begins gently tugging on the tight bud causing you to gasp from the sensation. Your nipples are sensitive from the cold air and his tugs become sharper, creating goosebumps over your skin. One of your hands thread into his hair to keep it from falling into his face and the other rests on his shoulder, tracing small circles over his tattoos.

Suddenly his mouth is on your nipple, sucking and flicking his warm tongue over the cold, tight bud and your back curves, making him suck harder. Your other nipple is beginning to burn blissfully from the tugs and pinches that never end, your thighs squeeze around his waist. He hums on your nipple, releasing it with a pop but not giving you a moment to breath when he moves over to your other nipple. His fingers are now tugging at the wet, puffy nipple that’s covered in his spit, he mimics the same pinching, tugging and swiping that once accompanied the nipple that his soft tongue is working on to ease its soreness.

His name falls angelically from your lips, you begin to think you could cum just from this. Almost as if he knew your thoughts, all of his touch retreats and you whimper as the cold air hits your bare skin. His lips continue down your stomach, kissing over your stretch marks with so much love and care. He stops when he reaches your waistband, and you cut him off as he begins to speak.

‘Yes Will,’ he smirks at your impatience, knowing just how desperate you are for his mouth to devour the pool that's been created between your legs. You lift your hips as his warm hands pull off your shorts, leaving your panties on.

You feel like crying through relief when instead of teasing you anymore, he finds his place lying on his front with his head between your legs and arms wrapped around your thighs.

He kisses up the inside of your thighs, getting further away from where you need him most. One of your hands rests on the back of his head, your other squeezes one of your breasts. Will doesn’t notice this until you tug on your nipple, causing you to gasp and his eyes shoot open.

‘There you go baby; you keep making yourself feel good, okay?’ his dark eyes burn into you, making your cheeks flush but you nod in response and continue to play with your swollen bud. ‘Fuck you’re so hot, y/n.’ now it’s his turn to blush just from the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head from an especially hard tug on your puffy nipple.

His fingers hook under your panties to pull them to the side and the anticipation is killing you as, finally, he licks a small stripe along each of your folds- still avoiding your swollen clit that is burning for attention.

As you open your mouth to begin to beg for him to give you what you want, a heavy heave leaves your chest as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your back curves, head digging into the couch. Both of your hands hold his head in place as his mouth begins to work on the swollen, pulsing bud in small, soft sucks and kitten licks barely on the tip of it. Moans escape your mouth endlessly, his eyes open to see yours already on him.

Will is very aware of the fact that eye contact while he eats you out drives you insane, and he uses this to his own advantage. Just a slight darkening to his eyes can push you right over the edge and with how dark his eyes already are you don’t see how they could get darker. You close your eyes, not wanting the feeling to end just yet.

He begins to move his head to meet the movement from his tongue that have become longer and harder, this sends a spark down your legs making them jolt shut on his head. He pry's your legs open and releases your clit from his mouth so he can speak with his face still stuffed between your legs.

‘Wanna hear your beautiful moans, angel.’ his words are muffled but you try your best to keep your legs open as he begins to flatten his tongue against your clit, adding a new sensation into the mix.

You moan his name over and over again with a mix of curses and ‘oh mys’, his arms now having to hold your legs open because you couldn’t stop your body as your legs begin to kick out and attempt to close on his head.

His tongue slips down between your folds to meet your pussy with a soft stroke before slipping it into your hole, collecting your sopping wetness onto his tongue and carrying it up onto your clit.

‘Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me.’ his mouth doesn’t leave your skin, so his words vibrate against your clit, you gasp out at the feeling and your orgasm begins to build in your stomach.

‘Fuck, Will I’m so close. Please don’t stop’ your words get lost through the never-ending chant of his name and the gasps you can’t hold back when he slips his tongue into your pussy again and begins to fuck you with his tongue.

His thumb finds its place on your clit in small, tight circles as his tongue begins to fuck you faster, curving up and swirling around in your dripping pussy. His eyes open to meet yours, looking up at you with complete focus on making you feel as good as you possibly can and he flashes you a slightly playful, completely smug wink. The coil in your stomach broke and with a scream of his name you come all over his tongue, mouth and chin, your legs shaking and thrashing as your nails dig into his hair. Your head is thrown so far back it aches your neck, your eyes screwed shut as flashes of white and an array of colours fill your mind. Your moans are strained and sound almost pained, the way his tongue slips in and out of you makes you come so hard it feels like you’ll never come back down.

But alas, your vision unblurs and your legs flop onto the couch, your hands unclutching his hair. His thumb moves from your clit and his hand slips up to stroke over your tummy lovingly. His tongue finally slips out of your pussy after pulling you down from your orgasm and it begins to ever so slightly lick your clit.

Your chest heaves up and down when he finally pulls his mouth from your pussy, kissing up your body until you’re face to face while his hands work to pull your underwear down your legs. You finally open your eyes to meet his heavy gaze, his beautiful (and rather fucking magical) lips are pulled up in a smile that makes your stomach flip again.

‘I love you so much.’ you manage to force your words out between your heavy breaths, your lips connect for a small kiss. ‘I was beginning to think you may hate me after the look you gave me when I didn’t let you come.’ he laughs slightly as you begin to kiss down his neck, you feel his chest rise sharply when you suck on his pulse point. ‘I could never hate you.’ your words mumble against his neck.

‘I know. I’m not done making it up to you yet, though.’ his words are daring, if you were smart you’d take the opportunity to get out while you still can. You’re too fucked to consider that though, especially when Will begins to palm himself through his jeans that he must’ve unbuttoned without you realising. He grins down at you from his knees when your eyebrows raise at the change in tone.

‘On your knees.’ his sharp words go straight to your core and you know you’re making a mess of the couch; you immediately find your place on the floor where his head nodded toward. The hardwood is cold against your skin, making you hiss through your teeth. Will notices this and directs you up so he can place a pillow below your knees. You appreciate his kindness, especially knowing what’s coming next.

‘Listen closely babe,’ you nod attentively and he continues ‘tap my leg twice and I’ll slow down, three times for me to stop completely. Okay?’ his hand cups your face, softly stroking your cheek.

‘Twice to slow down and three times to stop.’ you nod along with your words; he smiles down at you while tucking your hair behind your ears. ‘I’m ready.’ you eagerly flutter your eyes at him, the anticipation eating away at you.

‘You’re such a good girl, you want me to fuck your mouth that much?’ his tone is slightly teasing, but you’re not embarrassed. You love having his cock in your mouth, you love it even more when he cums on your tongue and directs you to stick it out so he can see the mess he made before you swallow every drop down. Maybe if you’re good enough he’ll give you exactly what he knows you want.

You nod in response to his question, your hands pulling at his jeans. He pushes them away while talking ‘Keep them behind your back, only patient girls get what they want.’ you huff in response which makes him shake his head and smirk to himself. ‘You never have been very patient, have you? Maybe I should teach you a lesson, make you wait all night just to have my cock in your mouth. Maybe make you wait all week to have it stuffed in your pussy. Make you so cock starved that you never get greedy again, you just appreciate anything that I give you.’ The idea terrifies you, literally. The thought of having none of him for one night, let alone a week makes you want to cry. It also ignites a fire in you that you didn’t know existed.

‘Or maybe I’ll be nice, give you what you want.’ he pulls his jeans and boxers down, letting his cock fling up and nearly hit his stomach while he kicks his clothes to the side. Your mouth immediately begins to water from the sight of it, your thighs squeezing together as tight as possible. His cock is long and thick and heavy, so thick that the sight of it already makes your jaw ache. It used to scare you, how big it is, but now you love the fact that you’re left with a sore jaw for days after he’s fucked your mouth; a constant reminder of the feeling of his length slipping down your throat.

‘Please Will.’ your eyelashes flutter as you plead, desperate to have his beautifully shaped cock slip into your mouth and down your throat. You want to feel the veins that line his length slip against your tongue with every thrust he delivers deep in your mouth. ‘Such a good girl begging for my cock in your mouth.’ his words send a rush to your core as his hand cups your jaw, tapping your bottom lip and you quickly open your mouth.

Your jaw loosens as the swollen, leaking tip of his cock slips between your lips. You both hum in satisfaction, his salty precum lathers your tongue deliciously. Slowly, torturously so, he begins to slowly fill your mouth. The heaviness of his cock weighs down on your tongue, your lips stretching to fit around the thickness of it. Your hands are balled in fists behind your back, your thighs squeezed together as your knees dig into the pillow below them.

‘Good girl,’ he speaks in a low raspy tone as a deep grunt escapes his mouth. His hips shift and tense, sharpening his gorgeous v lines even more. You’re completely mesmerised, even through blurry and teary eyes as you feel the tip of him hit the back of your throat. ‘Now I need you to open up for me, angel.’ he taps your throat and your blink a tear away as your throat opens for him, giving him complete access to do as he pleases to you.

His chest is tight as he pulls out of your mouth till just the tip is left between your lips before slowly pushing back in, only this time he slips down into your throat. His hands hold onto the back of your head to steady himself as he begins to gently fuck your mouth. You're grateful that he eases you into it, but so eager for more. His strokes are so slow and soft, your stomach flips with butterflies.

After a few strokes in your warm mouth his breathing is heavy and his hands clutch onto your head.

‘God, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.’ you hum as your cheeks blush from his sweet words about such a dirty thing. ‘Blushing with my cock in your mouth? You really are an angel, aren’t you?’ he chuckles at the irony and the obscenity of his words causes your cheeks to flush harder, you manage to stop the laugh that was about to escape his chest again and it's replaced with an animalistic moan when you take initiative and push his cock further down your throat. It tickles deep in your throat, your eyes burn and you gag painfully, but it’s enough to make him begin his sharp thrusts down your throat.

You try your best to keep your hands behind your back, but you end up with them gripped onto your thighs to keep yourself stable as his thrusts become faster. His cock is heavy and warm down your throat; the stretch burns and aches, but blissfully so.

Your name falls from his lips through a mix of grunts, curses, moans and gasps as your tongue pushes up against his shaft and your cheeks hollow. You finally take a breath when he pulls out of your mouth completely, both of your chest rising rapidly.

‘Come on baby, gonna fill you up now. You've earnt it.’ he grips your hands and pulls you to your feet, pressing a kiss on your forehead before guiding you over to the couch. He directs you to sit on your knees facing the arm of the couch before finding his way behind you.

‘You did so well for me, angel.’ his hands begin to stroke over your back, round to cup your breasts and gently upward to ease over your neck. ‘You took me so well.’ His praises earn a soft whimper from you, his hands now pinching your nipples again in the same torturous way as earlier. You clutch the arm rest in front of you, making your back curve and your ass pop out. You gasp as you feel his hard shaft slide against the inside of your thighs, head tilting back as the thought of having him stretching you out sends a hotness across your body.

His hands move back around to stroke up and down the length of your back lovingly, even massaging your shoulders for a moment or two. You feel his hand meet the centre of your back applying enough pressure to guide you down, so you are now leaning with your fore arms holding you up and your ass is perched up- giving Will a delicious view.

‘Fuck you’re so gorgeous.’ his words are accentuated as his fingertips graze up your curved back gently, passing over all your dips and curves. Rose tinted stretch marks litter your skin and as his slightly coarse fingertips pass over them you let out a deep breath that you’d held in, curving your back and sticking your ass out even more in the process. This slight action earns you a satisfied groan from Will and you feel his length slip between your folds teasingly, as you try to push onto the feeling his length is gone and you feel it tap against the inside of your thigh.

As his fingertips continue their passing over your flesh, back and forth over the middle of your back, dipping down onto your hips where your curves accentuate, he hums to himself while his fingers spread over the soft flesh and squeeze slightly. Your head rocks down, a warm breath slipping past your lips, the soft squeeze on your flesh is filled with so much love and affection. You can feel the passion pass from his fingertips into your body- sending another warm, wet rush to your core.

Every touch from Will causes a shudder in your stomach that sends your head nearly spinning, your pussy dripping with a mix of your wetness and his saliva. Just his fingers gently digging into your hip is making you desperate for more of him.

All of him.

‘Please, Will.’ slips past your lips in a near whisper, a light shudder spreads over your body as your core clenches on nothing again. You feel the loss of one of his hands, only for it to return to your flesh in a sharp, quick spank on your cheek. You gasp slightly, letting out a breathy moan as his hand grips the now reddened flesh, soothing the skin with his gentle caress.

‘You like that, Angel?’

His voice is quieter than usual as if he was lost in the sight of you, lust spewing from his raspy tone. You hum in response but gasp again when his hand returns in a harsher spank to the same spot that only just began to cool after the last hit. ‘You know you need to use your words, angel. Try again.’

‘Yes Will, I like it.’ Your chest is heavy, you feel your wetness slick against your inner thighs, especially after the last spank.

‘Hmm, good girl.’ He mumbles, almost to himself as he works his thumb over the sore flesh of your cheek, admiring his work.

Finally, you feel his tip slip through your folds, collecting your wetness onto his shaft and swirling his hot tip around your clit. You hold your breath tight in your chest as his tip finds your aching pussy gently, teasing your entrance cruelly.

Just when you thought he’d fill you up, another spank arrives harshly against your flesh. This time you can’t hold back the deep, guttural moan that escapes you.

You gasp out in a mix of shock and pleasure when his tip pushes into you and he eagerly fills you up, giving you no time to prepare for the stretch. It burns you deep, aching when his tip finds the deepest spot in you. ‘God, Will. Fuck, it’s so tight.’ You cry out as your eyes fill with tears from the pressure of the stretch.

‘So fucking perfect.’ you mumble, mostly to yourself as he adjusts his position so you feel his thighs against your own. ‘Jesus christ,’ he grunts breathlessly as you try to squeeze around him but fail from how much he’s already stretching you out.

The first stroke is painful, his hips slowly drawing back only halfway before filling you up again just as slowly, and you feel like you could cum already from how blissful it is. Both of your moans intertwine as he repeats the action, this time pushing into you harder. Your hands grip the couch cushion so hard your knuckles ache, his hands still digging into the flesh of your hips.

He circles his hips, the swollen tip of his cock pushing against you deeply while one of his hands retreats from your hip to slide up into your hair roughly. You feel him adjust his position again and you grip the cushion as hard as you can, preparing for what comes next.

‘Please Will, I want it. I need it.’ Your words are faint; he’d have to listen closely to hear them. Luckily for you, there’s not a day that goes by where Will never fails to listen to you as attentively as possible.

‘Angel always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?’

With one last soft stroke, his hand grips your hair roughly, his fingernails nearly piercing your skin and his cock retreats almost fully before slamming back into you. Your gasps get caught in your throat as he creates a rapid, rough pace that makes your ass slap against his v lines sharply. The sting of his cock as he pulls out, the pressure as he rips back into you- his hand gripping the roots of your hair so tight it feels as if your hair might rip out, his nails digging into your hip as his grip bruises your flesh.

All of it sends your head spinning, eyes pinched shut as his thrusts become harsher with every one that passes by, his deep groans get caught between your own gasps for air and the lewd noises of your flesh slapping together.

You can’t think of anything else as the feeling of his cock ripping into you overwhelms all your senses, your mind zoned in on how his length drags so perfectly against the deepest parts of you. You feel it in your gut when his hips meet your ass, hitting the reddened flesh creating obscene noises that make your pussy gush around him.

‘Fuck you’re taking me so well, angel- so fucking well.’ his words blur together with the sensation that builds throughout your whole body as you mutter out incoherent words and pornographic noises that you have no control over.

The earth-shattering pleasure Will is giving you makes your body burn all over, your thighs shake every time his tip meets a space deeper than your g spot, past your cervix into what feels like is in your guts.

‘Imma make you cum over and over again, baby, give my girl what she deserves. How's that sound to you?’ you moan in response, nodding your head as best as you can. He pulls at your hair harshly making your head tilt upwards.

‘I can’t give you what you want if you don’t use your words, angel. You should know this by now.’ his tone is arrogant and it makes you whimper as he leans over your body to grab your arms from under your head. He drags them behind you, pinning them against your back with the hand that was just in your hair, his other hand leaving your hip to grip the sofa to steady himself.

His thrusts transition from fast and long to short and sharp, drilling into the part of you that he knows you love the most. Your thighs tremor, it’s becoming harder to hold yourself up from how the aching in your pussy spreads over your whole body, leaving it weak. A thin layer of sweat coats both your bodies, beads slipping down the back of your thighs from where your bodies connect.

You feel your orgasm begin to approach, crying out from the sensation that tightens in your stomach.

‘Let it happen, baby. I've got you.’ Will’s words almost get lost in the feeling of your stomach bursting, but the reassurance lets you slip over the edge completely. You gasp as your head spins and your thighs shake ruthlessly as they try to hold you up through the intensity. Your ears ring, your vision blurs, your moans come to a momentary halt before a cross between a wail and cry breaks in your throat. Will fucks you through the whole thing, his grip on your wrists that he pins against your back grounding you back to the moment as you come down from your high.

You're left a breathless, teary mess as he pulls out slowly to ease any discomfort.

Your minds still so blurry that you don’t realise Will has laid you onto your back until a couple minutes later, which is also when you finally take a deep breath that cleanses your lungs from the restriction your gasping created.

When you open your eyes, Will is kissing down your neck, face flush and a bead of sweat is rolling down his forehead.

‘You okay my love?’ his words are tender, a contradictory from the orgasm that just crashed down on you. You mumble a reply, smiling to him as a gentle wave of joy rushes over you. ‘You okay to keep going?’ he asks, you mumble another yes as you connect your lips with his.

The kiss is sweet and as tender as his concern, but when you slip your hand down to wrap around his pulsing cock he bites down onto your bottom lip with a groan. You feel your release slick around his cock, collecting it on the pads of your fingertips with a mix of his own juices, breaking the kiss to slip your fingers into your mouth while still holding eye contact with Will.

His eyes are wide, lips swollen and parted in shock at your dirty action. You suck your fingers clean of both of your juices before connecting your lips again, Will’s tongue pressing against your own to get a taste of your sweetness. Your hand returns to stroke his cock painfully slow, flicking your thumb over the tip that furiously leaks his juices.

‘You sure you can handle it again, babe?’ his tone is slightly smug but filled with so much sincerity, not wanting to push you past your limits. ‘Wanna feel you in me again, Will. I miss it.’ your words merge into the kiss and you feel his fingers trace gently over your swollen clit. You part from his lips to release a soft, airy moan when he circles the bud in tightly and his forehead meets yours.

‘You sound so beautiful, y/n. So fucking beautiful.’ your eyes flutter shut when his fingers push harder, the same airy moans slipping past your lips softly and his compliment sends your cheeks pink. He kisses along your exposed jawline, sucking gently on the skin.

‘Is it all for me, baby?’ his words vibrate against your throat, his fingers exploring down through your folds to collect your wetness and swipe it over your pulsing clit again. You feel another orgasm approaching, the floodgates already open from your last orgasm, and you struggle to form a reply from the pressure that’s building.

‘Fu- yes, Will- it's- ah- it's all for you.’ you force the words out between moans, your eyes fluttering open to meet his that swallow you completely in admiration. He kisses down your chest and sucks your nipple into his mouth, your hand finds its way into his hair as to ground yourself in the feeling that’s threatening to push you over the edge again.

He hums against your nipple causing you to gasp, his teeth grazing the bud deliciously as you finally muster up the strength to talk.

‘I’m gonna cum, fuck I'm gonna cum.’ your words are rushed as you grip his hair, pulling his mouth harder against your nipple as your orgasm washes over you, your head rocking back into the pillow beneath you. Your back arches up, pushing your nipple against his teeth daringly and he bites down causing another shudder to travel down your legs.

This orgasm isn’t as intense as your last but it’s just as beautiful, hitting you in multiple waves, each earning a louder gasp and a toothy smile to appear on your face. Your eyes are rolled into the back of your head, your legs tremoring on either side of his hips as you begin to come down with a heavy gasp and a whimper that pulls Will’s lips away from you with a smile.

It dawns on you that he hasn’t came yet and you begin to feel guilty, not being able to hide the worry from your face.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asks concerned and you ease his worry with a smile and shake of your head, still catching your breath as your play with his curls that hang messily from his head. ‘You haven’t came yet, babe.’ you try to hide your guilt but he catches on immediately.

‘I’m waiting, baby, wanna give you as much as possible before I come. Don’t worry about it my love.’ you may have over thought it any other day, but his genuine smile and tone makes you nod and let go of that stress.

His lips are on yours again before they trail across your jaw, under your ear to suck the sensitive skin between his lips. His tongue laps over the skin, his teeth grazing so gently it sends a shudder up your spine. He moves across to find your pulse point, humming against the skin to send a wave of vibration through your body. He mimics the same sucking as before, only this time his teeth dig into your skin to send your head rocking back into the couch.

All your senses are heightened. Suddenly you can smell traces of weed in the air from earlier, coconut in his locks and his musky cologne along his collar bones. Goosebumps cover your arms, your nipples peaking and poking into his warm chest. The TV glows, a low lamp keeping the rest of the room lit. A mix of your and his juices tingle on your tongue, your thighs clench at the taste; a reminder of the orgasms that leave your body flushed and aching perfectly.

You don't realise one of his hands had moved until you feel a finger slip into your cunt, a pool of warmth coating his finger and palm slick. Your breaths flow mindlessly through your soft, plump lips when he curves his finger into your g spot, your chest becomes tight from the repetitive action.

His finger leaves you, his mouth disconnects from your neck and he positions himself between your legs. He holds his soaked palm up between you both, grinning proudly to himself.

‘Making such a beautiful mess, angel.’ his raspy tone alone makes you desperate, burning with anticipation when you feel is swollen tip poking at your entrance teasingly, and when he slips his finger into his mouth, your juices pushing up to his knuckles in a ring before collecting on his lips you genuinely think you’re going to hyperventilate from the sight alone.

He finger slips from his mouth and before you can react his lips are pushed against yours, lathering them in your own juices. He pulls back, your tongue pokes out to collect the mess from your lips but his hand quickly catches you before you can, his fingers on either side of your face pushing your lips open and out in a pouting motion. His tongue licks your lips clean of your juices, not letting one drop go to waste.

Your chest is so tight it aches your ribs, you don’t think you’ll ever let your breath go until you feel his tip slowly slip into you. Will groans and even though you’re dripping wet, it still stings slightly from the stretch; but you wouldn’t have it any other way, the feeling of just the tip of him alone makes you suck another long breath in.

His hips continue forward, his cock slipping halfway in all at once making Will let out another deep groan and you wince. Not only is his size already a stretch, but you’re also still sore from being filled by him and fucked into the couch.

‘I know it’s so much angel,’ his hand rests on your throat without applying any pressure yet, your eyes flutter open to meet his. You must force your eyes to stay open, you’d be stupid not to watch how his face contorts as his tip finally rests against the deepest part of you. His girth stretches and fills you up sublimely, you moan deeply at the feeling that you can never get enough of.

Before moving his hips, he hooks an arm under your leg closest to the back of the couch and directs it to hang over the top of the couch. This sends your hips upwards, giving him perfect access to fill your guts.

‘Keep your leg up here for me, okay?’ you nod at his request, still so zoned in on how he fills you up. His body is inches away from yours again, his cock slipping against your sweet spot just from his readjusting.

He plants a small kiss on your forehead before pulling his hips away slowly, your chest rises with his stroke when he guides himself back into you. Both of you moan out together, your hand latching onto the back of his neck. Curses slip from both of you as he creates a slow, deep pace; drawing his hips back almost completely before pushing back into you at an agonising speed. When he fucks you like this, slow and deep, you can feel the veins on his cock as he pulls out, the slit on his tip grazing your upper wall as he pushes back into you. Both of you are already a panting mess, his hand beginning to add the slightest bit of pressure on your neck that makes your mind soft and cloudy.

‘Fuck, you’re taking me so well, y/n.’ his words nearly get caught in his chest when you squeeze around him, his tip edging against your cervix gorgeously. ‘Shit baby, you wrap around my cock perfectly. It's like your pussy was made for me.’ Your cheeks flush at his words, also because he adds more restriction to your throat, the tips of his fingers digging into the skin softly.

His thrusts start to become harder, dragging along your tight walls in languid strokes that send your head tilting back into the pillow beneath you and your other leg to hike up at the side of his hip.

He leans up onto his knees, pushing your leg that is folded up against your side out and gripping your knee that rests on the top of the couch, watching his cock as it stretches your cunt that squeezes its thickness every time he hits your sweet spot.

‘Jesus- fuck-’ he can’t form a coherent sentence, his eyes still shamelessly gawking at the sight of him fucking you as he mumbles something to himself that you can’t make out. His hand leaves your knee and begins to stroke over your folds, staring intently as his fingers slip across your swollen clit and his fingertips graze over your folds intently. Your breathing is becoming heavy, feeling another orgasm approaching you at a rapid rate.

Will notices this and pushes against your clit, only flicking his eyes up from between your legs for a moment to glance at your face as a you whimper; the pleasure nearly becoming too much.

He knows that if you don’t cum soon, you’ll become a whimpering, crying mess and that thought makes his cock twitch in you. His finger strums your clit slowly before switching up completely, flicking over the pulsing bud with his thumb frantically making you shout his name in shock. Your orgasm begins to shake your legs and just like that his thumb is gone and you cry out, sounding pained and awfully hot; Will lets out an animalistic moan as he leans down and uses his arms to cage you in and keep you in place.

If he didn’t do that you’d be thrashing around, which your body still tries to do when he begins to fuck your harder, picking his pace up ever so slightly but it’s enough to make you cry out again.

‘Take it, angel,’ his words drill into your ears, his hips rocking into you harder with every word ‘take it like the good girl you are.’ Your moans become high pitched and strained, having no control of the curses and chants of his name that leave your chapped lips. You gave up trying to keep your eyes open, letting them pinch shut as the pleasure sends your mind spinning.

‘Eyes open.’ he demands, to which you quickly comply and open them as much as you can. You take in the sight of him; his dishevelled hair that brushes against your forehead with his thrusts, his agape mouth, those fucking lips that can make you crumble in moments. You can’t stop yourself when your eyes find his defined jawline, leaning up to peck it before grazing your teeth across it, earning you a low groan from Will. His dark, deep eyes bore into you and you squeeze tightly on his cock again, this time mainly so you can see how his eyes roll into the back of his head.

When his eyes open again, your hand finds its way onto his back, your nails digging into his skin and dragging across his flesh. Just as you do this, you squeeze on his cock again, wanting to push him to the edge; hoping you’ll get a raise out of him. His eyes roll to the back of his head again, he groans deeply- sounding slightly pissed off.

‘I know what you’re doing, y/n.’ his tone is sharp, making your heart jump for a moment and your pussy drip along his cock. His eyes pierce into yours, you bite your lip nervously. ‘If you want me to fuck you, you should’ve just asked instead of being a slut about it.’ His words make you smirk through excitement, he chuckles to himself and shakes his head while speaking.

‘You really are a dirty slut, aren’t you?’ his words send another wave of pleasure through you and before you can stop it you let out an ear-splitting pornographic moan, maybe you should be ashamed of how this turns you on- but you couldn’t care less about shame when his cock hits you in the place that makes you giddy with satisfaction.

‘Eyes open, y/n’ his words are sharp, scolding you with a light spank to your clit making your eyes shoot open and the same shameless moan erupts from you- this time somehow louder. Your legs begin to tremor slightly, this warning both of you that you’re going to cum soon.

‘You just want to be treated like the dirty girl you are, don’t you?’ his words make your stomach twist, his hips now beginning to pick up their speed- giving you exactly what you need to take you over the edge again. ‘Say it.’ his demand makes your eyebrows twist in shock, feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

‘Come on baby, if you can say it, I’ll give you exactly what you want- what you need.’ he teases you, knowing that you’ll do anything to cum all over his cock will he fills you up and fucks your juices together.

‘I- fuck, Will!’ you begin but cut yourself off when his speed picks up rapidly, still drilling into you at a torturously hard rate. ‘I just-’ your words are cut off again, this time by a whimper you can’t stop. Your tits bounce against Will’s chest every time he fills you up to the brim, it’s becoming a ridiculously hard task to keep your eyes open too. His moans make you clench on him over and over again, desperate for him to take you past the edge.

‘If you wanna cum I’m gonna need to hear the words come from your mouth, angel, so get to talking.’ he torments, his hips drilling into you. Just when you think he couldn’t get any obscener, he leans back to spit onto your tits, his hips never stopping their beautiful torture; he’s doing this not only because it drives him crazy, but because it’s always the last straw before your pussy explodes around his cock.

You know if you don’t get the words out ASAP he’ll deny you of your orgasm again and you wouldn’t be able to take it, so you hurry and manage to force the words out.

‘I just wanna be treated like the dirty slut I am! Will- please- I can’t-’ a tear rolls down your face, the pleasure overwhelming you. His fingers find your clit in slow, smooth strokes in contrast to his cock and finally he lets you crash over the edge.

‘There we go angel, let it all out. Cum all over my cock, doll.’ is the last thing you hear, his pleased grin being the last thing you see before ringing fills your ears, your eyes pierce shut and your head digs into the pillow below you. Your legs shake rapidly, your pussy convulsing on Will’s cock as you squirt on him, not hearing the obscene strangled moans that never stop leaving you or the noises of your juices that fill the room as he fucks you through the whole thing.

Will can’t hold back anymore and with a deep, guttural moan he slams his hips into you, his forehead resting against your own as his orgasm crashes through him in reckless, violent waves- just as yours did to you. Your pussy pulses on his cock, milking every drop of cum from him as you’re still encapsulated by your orgasm, practically screaming through the whole thing.

You both come down, thrown from the heights of your orgasms back to reality. Your breathing is rapid, trying to catch up with the lost breaths due to how much you were moaning, you’re unable to force your eyes open just yet. Will is in the same state as you, wrapped up in the blissful after math of such an intense orgasm.

You stay with his cock in you for a minute or two, coming back to your mind and opening your eyes tiredly. Will lifts his head from your neck to meet your loving gaze, both of you staring in complete awe and love for each other.

Slowly you both begin to untangle your limbs, him pulling out from you gently. Still lying on your back, so fucked out you don’t think you’ll be able to move for another hour, he kneels between your legs and watches as his cum drips out of your puffy pussy. He collects the fallen juices and gently, as to not hurt your sore entrance, fingers it back into your pussy; not letting a drop escape you.

Finally, you catch your breath, pulling Will down into a soft, slow kiss.

After a while of cuddling on the couch, talking about the events that just took place, Will convinces you to make your way upstairs so you can share a bath. When he helps you up to your feet, you gasp at the puddle of your juices that has sunk into the couch, Will widening his eyes with a devilish glint and proud grin.

‘Look at all the mess we made.’

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Thanks for reading💋💋💋

[siilverkey]

KhronEz hcs because it's currently midnight for me and my brain refuses to make me fall asleep until I consume more content of those two... @kokii-omii bless you for creating this wonderful ship and curse my autism for making this a hyperfixation that won't even let me sleep

- When they were kids they had sleepovers almost everyday because of how close they were - until Khron's mom died, they started to have less sleepovers but their friendship never ceased one bit

- Holding hands. Always. There's not a moment where they're together and not holding hands otherwise they'd both combust, especially Khron.

- Khron WILL praise Ezmond literally every day. Every second. It's always shit like "you're gorgeous" "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me" "I love you" "My pretty boy" etc etc and all that. He knows Ezmond's language is words of affirmation - because he's probably very stressed by the expectations of being the young prince's advisor and wants only the absolute best for him

- Also I feel like after finding out he had to abandon the dream he worked so hard for, Ezmond became depressed and it got to a point once where he wouldn't leave his room unless it was necessary and would ONLY let Khron in. Because he knows Khron is one of the only people who understand him (as well as his grandpa but this ain't about him)

- Khron has an easy life - he's always happy, despite a slightly strained relationship with his dad he's never not smiling and a ball of sunshine. But he feels guilty, wishing Ezmond could live like that too - of course, still being himself, but also being just as happy as he is with himself.

- Khron has also started to hate the person who decided Ezmond would have to give up on his dreams, and that's the only person he ACTUALLY resents and wants the worst for them.

- The type of kids to make aggressive Barbie roleplays with the JUICIEST drama ever it got to a point once where the father was doing it w the dead grandma (they DID NOT know any better probably, also that's just me projecting because it's exactly how I used to play 😭)

Also as I finished writing this I fell asleep and now it's morning 🙃

- Khron DEFINITELY sleeps every night w a plushie that Ezmond gave him when they were kids and he refuses to sleep without it

- Probably canon but Khron will carry Ezmond bridal style out of nowhere when he's bored (sometimes even when he thinks Ezmond looks tired) and refuses to let go ever

- (this one is entirely sfw cuz I'm afraid sum ppl will think it's not based on real life experiences 😭) Khron's chest is probably very soft, and I like to think that it IS. Every time they're sleeping together Ezmond uses his chest as a pillow and doesn't think twice abt it like it's part of his routine (Khron likes when he does it, he just gets REALLY flustered each time)

- They literally almost never have arguments - only Ezmond yelling a bit but it's mostly not that serious. However they once had a big argument back when Ezmond was still depressed (like 15 before they got into NRC) - he started shutting out EVERYONE including Khron and his grandpa; snapping, yelling, irregular anger and much more and that led to a big argument with tons of insults (they both still feel horrible about it)

- (TW FOR THIS ONE) That phase in Ezmond's life got so bad, he was one snap away from overblotting so he decided he would just end his life but Khron was lucky enough to Walk in on Ezmond moments before he was about to hang himself and basically ripped the rope off of the ceiling with his bare hands. They ended up hugging each other and crying and Khron still feels like the worst boyfriend in the world, because he knows that argument was Ezmond's last straw.

But that's all for now!! I'll make more guys

Also I'm at my stepsisters' house and forgot my charger my phone is at 7% SAVE ME 😭

[s0dium]

Hii, I'd like to participate in the matchup event if it's still alright ^^

Name: Gale

Specification of fandom and preferred matchup gender (would you like to be paired with a boy or girl or either): Kny ; boy

Likes/Hobbies: Music, Sweets, Salty Food, Meat, Food, Anime, Books, Knick knacks, trinkets, Drawing, Singing, Comfy things, Researching, Stationery

Dislikes: Tea, Bitter Things, Carrots, messiness,

Relationship Turn offs: Getting jealous to the point it affects the relationship but won't properly communicate it. Not willing to compromise during discussions. Being pushy and not respecting boundaries. Treats nothing seriously. Super secretive to the extent that they won't tell me if something is bothering them or they're in trouble.

Ideal Traits in a partner: Detail-Oriented, Smart, independent, Caring, Willing to spend time with me, Patient, Supportive, Isn't afraid to tell me off if I go off the rails or go into a downward spiral and don't listen to advice.

Love language: My love language is Gift Giving and Physical Touch. I have trouble communicating through words so I tend to compensate it with splurging and spoiling my loved ones with gifts. I am also clingy in the sense that I hug and lean onto people I'm comfortable with a lot. I don't really have a preference in how my partner show's their affection, though maybe words of affirmation would help me in more ways than one. One of us needs to know how to speak I guess haha.

Description of Personality: I'm usually timid and quiet, but when I'm comfortable it depends on my mood. Sometimes I'm loud and energetic, child like even. Sometimes I get sarcastic and sassy, but mostly as a silly or joking bit. I get easily annoyed or ticked off when triggered, but, if isnt one of my triggers, I'm very chill I think. I'm also a bit air headed, like I do things without thinking or easily spacing off or forgetting things. I'm also a bit stubborn. I like to take things easy and frankly a bit lazy. But when I have something to do and I'm not being lazy, I'm anxious to get it done and done in a certain way. If I get serious, I'm very detail-oriented and specific in how I want things but struggle to communicate how I want it. This ends with me doing most projects and tasks alone. Even in activities that require group effort, I don't like not knowing what everyone is supposed to do and the possible quality of their outputs. I prefer knowing who knows how to do what and giving them appropriate jobs. But, this tiring and I burnout easily because of this. I also have the bad habit of, when things don't go the way I plan, as a way to remedy any panic or frustration, I often downplay how I feel about the situation with phrases like "It doesnt matter" and laugh it off, which is both a blessing and curse for me.

What makes you laugh: I have a weird sense of humor so I'm not sure at this point. I do have slight dark humor and I like puns if that helps. Sometimes there are situations where a joke pops in my mind and I have to stop myself from laughing or saying it outloud because it's not the appropriate time. I also laugh at weirdly simple jokes.

What makes me cry: I cry when feelings are involved, when watching sad movies, when I get frustrated, or I get invested in a sad story. I made the mistake of reading ErHa at 2am and did not stop crying abour Chu Wanning for 3 hours. I also played Love Signal D-Mate and chose P:ure's route once and never played another route because I didnt have the heart after his ending. I cried the whole night after my first playthrough :'DDDDD

Ideal Date: I prefer indoor dates like movies, cooking together, playing board games or video games or even reading books together in a cozy and comfortable silence. But if we had to go out a cafe, some movies or mall hopping sounds nice but a bit tiring.

This got really long, I'm sorry qwq Thank you for taking your time to read this though. And congrats on the milestone!!

Giyu Tomioka

"Its strange." Giyuu murmurs. "I always feel at ease around you." "Really?" You let out a slight laugh. "I feel the same way its like everything just....clicks Giyuu leans in, the proximity making your skin hot. "I'm glad. I've never felt this warmth before."

I think you and Giyuu really even each other and compliment each other well

(This is a modern AU)

Giyuu appreciates the peace of staying indoors, which perfectly matches your love for cozy dates. Most evenings, you're likely found curled up together, each with a book in hand, or you drawing while he watches, appreciating your focus and dedication.

He can stare at you sometimes which looks a little weird but he just loves you

Despite his reserved nature, Giyuu finds comfort in performing tasks together, like cooking. He's patient and meticulous, qualities that help when you're trying new recipes.

He does stupid things that make you laugh. He doesn't even know what he is doing sometimes he will say something really blunt that is just hilarious. He loves your laugh

Ngl I think that Giyuu would love manga. You and Giyuu would spend many nights binging series or watching movies. He's usually quiet, but you notice he's more expressive during these times, showing small smiles or furrowing his brows at intense scenes, which you find endearing.

Knowing your love language is gift-giving, Giyuu makes an effort to find thoughtful trinkets and books he knows you'll love.

: Giyuu isn't naturally very expressive, but he understands your need for physical touch and gradually becomes more comfortable with holding hands, hugs, and gentle touches that reassure you of his presence and affection.

Giyuu is a man of few words, which suits your occasional need for silent companionship. When you're working through your thoughts or simply need to be quiet, he's there beside you, a stable and comforting presence.

Both of you have your own strengths and weaknesses, but what makes your relationship special is your willingness to grow together. Giyuu learns to open up more about his feelings, while you help him with organizing tasks and making plans, making each other's lives easier and more fulfilling.

When you do go out, Giyuu enjoys taking you to quiet cafés where you can both enjoy some sweet treats. He will lowkey spend like 200 dollars on sweets that you like

Giyuu is protective, especially when it comes to the people he cares about. While he respects your independence, he's always ready to stand by your side if you feel overwhelmed or frustrated, helping you navigate through tough times with his calm and steady presence.

Hope you enjoyed!

MATCHUP RULES AND INFO

[imthejudge]

cruel intentions

Astarion x F!Tav

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags/Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, blood, all the fun stuff

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He supposes he shouldn’t have been surprised, looking back on it now.

The way her golden eyes flickered fleetingly to the exposed skin of his neck that dipped ever so slightly above where he’d rested the collar of his shirt the first time they’d met. Her gaze that felt like the forbidden rays of the sun upon his pale complexion scorning him even before he knew. 

Oh, the smirk that played and twisted her lips when she’d caught him in the early nights of their acquaintance and his thirst had ruled his better judgment. Much like the curve of her blade she’d sink deep in her foes drawing that same crimson reflecting in his own eyes. 

She craved blood, too. Only in a different way. 

How long did you know? He’d said

She simply smiled, full and never restrained or calculated as his. There wasn’t a time when I didn’t. 

He thinks that was the most genuine he’s ever seen her. He still wonders how he was ever blessed enough to have convinced her to offer herself up that night. A night so full of ecstasy at sinking his teeth into her flesh and sating more than his hunger. But a deep need. Coursing through his body like never before, so full of a pleasure he had not encountered nor anticipated. And not knowing if he would have been able to stop were it not for her forceful hand that felt like fire against his icy skin. 

They both continued like this, a routine between them saved for the darkest of nights in the most secluded of places. Far from any prying eyes, lest their companions catch on. It made the act all the more sweeter, all the more secretive, and it left him craving it all the more. To him it had become an oath. 

Part of him was sickened by such sentimentality at seeing it so, but he could not help how he reveled at the thought of how she might see it the same.

Not that she gave any indication outside of their shared salacious meetings. Did not give any hint at the fact that they’d grown so physically close while on the road or when caught in a fight. Her voice commanding as she spoke his name in giving an order. Whether to hang back to cling to shadows and wait for an opportune time to strike, or remain at her right side. Always her right, as she knew he worked best that way, as he’s grown to understand she covered him most effectively positioned there. 

Astarion, to my right. Eyes only lingering on him for a moment, brow creased in concentration and braced for combat. He tried not to seek out the validation he’d feel at her call, to acknowledge how his blood would heat when the fight had ceased and their enemies fallen. To take it as praise when she’d allow words of affirmation at their success occasionally pointed at him in specific. 

It meant little to the others if not for encouragement towards what they have yet to face. But for Astarion, it roused a deep part of himself he felt was long dead. Cursing himself at the stolen glances of her as she wiped the soot and ash from her face, sweat dripping down the side of her dark hair that stuck to her forehead. Along her temple to run all the way down to her neck past the collar of her armour and where he wished to follow it further. 

All that remained — all he looked forward to were those nights. Nights that chipped away at her hard and ruthless nature. There he could take her neck in his hands and hold onto the fickle intimacy that was always over too soon. How she’d lean into his touch as if melting in his hands, a stark contrast to that of who he knew her to be.

Asha. He longed to whisper her name against her own skin. And yet somehow he couldn’t. Something holding him back, for all the overly saturated and honeyed words he’d use on her in their passing conversations, to say her name would be to go too far. 

When I’m with you, I feel practically alive, yet crave only to die again with you.

Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation – it’s as if the Gods made you just to ruin me.

He could even say everyone’s favorite little words, I love you, and he has. With enough conviction to fool most. But not all.

Him and his scandalous mouth. His obvious overdramatic and flirtatious behavior always did evoke a person's true perception of him. Take Shadowheart, whose immediate reaction never failed to cause a blush to creep along her complexion followed by a scowl and her attention to go askance. 

Or Lae’zel, who’s disgust becomes too prominent as if radiating off of her, a most welcoming and inspiring reception to his words. And Wyll, who took it in stride yet also gave the faintest of interest, a feat most surprising. 

Asha, though, never let up. There was never any indication as to how she took any of his words that remained dripping with sweetness. How they did stir her, he could never tell. And it drove him all the more curious and desperate to know when faced only with that exterior made of stone, or that smile of hers that she’d press her stained lips into as if to humiliate him, as if to show him she knew how to keep a secret, and keep it well. 

Further into madness it drove him, much to his own confinement. As no one else knew but her, and he hoped she could not pick up on the restlessness that grew within him. How the need would crawl across his skin in an itch that he could never be fully rid of. To crave to have more of her. 

It came almost as a dream, then, the night the moon hung low and emitted a pale glow as if to mock him. The hours that passed into the night unbeknownst to him as he idly flickered through pages of a well-loved tome. The embers of the fire dying and a hush that fell over their companions as they slowly retreated to sleep. 

Not a particularly interesting evening for him to make note of, as he had no intention of seeking to quench his thirst tonight. A disappointing revelation due to it being too soon to the last time, and yet he could not help the piqued attention of his ears that drew him to the eased footsteps coming towards him. 

Only to look up and witness her before him. Her pronounced silhouette accentuated by the brightness of the moon and her lack of armour. Jagged edges and steel replaced by casual attire. He straightens from where he lounges, instinctively closing shut his book to give her all of his attention. Muscles already tensing for him to stand and follow her anywhere. Anywhere. 

But all his plans are ruined in a blink of an eye when she places her fingers against his shoulder to keep him from moving. “Don’t get up.” 

He doesn’t think he could move even if he wanted to, a paralysis consisting of shock that keeps him seated and looking up at her both in expectation and slight question. His brow furrowing, his lips parting as if to ask. 

With quick wit and fast hands, actions he’d once considered his own, she trails her slender finger from his shoulder to his mouth. “Shhh... you wish to wake the others?” 

It was not so much a question as it was a threat, and all he could do was shake his head and swallow a lump that had begun to form in his throat. Suddenly wanting for nothing but her touch, however slight it may be. 

“Mmm, that’s what I thought.” 

Her knee slides between his legs, easily parting them at the same time as she takes hold of the book that’s gone slack in his grasp. He’s left to stare in continued awe as she lowers to set it upon the ground, eyes never breaking from his even as they become heavy lidded. 

She turns, without saying a word, with a fluid movement to sit atop his lap, his hands instantly on either side of her waist as her back presses lightly into his chest. His mind goes blank, if not only aware of his quickened breaths. If he still had a heartbeat, he’d know it would’ve quickened, too. 

His mouth turns dry, tongue darting out to lick his lips with hunger, no longer in control when his hips twitch in urgency under her weight. 

She meets his gaze again with a look over her shoulder that shows a hunger as equal as his, a delicate hand coming up to pull back her raven hair to expose her slender neck. 

He pulls her back against him, sinking his pointed teeth deep within the crook that has become all too familiar. She lets out a sharp gasp, and combined with how she presses down atop his thighs in a movement he knows is intentional, he cannot help the involuntary thrust from his hips. The rhythmic act overcomes him. 

Soon he is gripping her sides, his nails digging into the exposed skin there as her shirt rides up, grinding into her hips with a desperation as his need for release steadily climbs. 

How hard he is beneath her, using what little strength he retains in his arms to press her down right as she arches her back in a way that has him begging to moan her name. 

The fangs sunk deep into her neck release as he gasps greedily for air causing a sharp inhale that sounds from her at its sting. It’s motivation for her to grind down harder against him and bring a palm to his cheek, “Keep going, sweet prince.” 

His pace stutters at her words. Words dipped in a sweetness he’s wielded for countless lifetimes now used against him to cause him to teeter on the edge of release. All he can do is obey, allow his body to keep going as he lets his tongue follow the trail of blood that’s trickled down to her collarbone and sink his teeth back in to suck harder, one hand climbing up to wrap around her throat, head tilting back, his other hand reaching the warmth of her abdomen. 

It’s all too much, holding on, his body melded together with hers as he reaches the precipice of both agony and pleasure like he’s never known before. Anticipating to break with a hitch of his breath. Unraveling in the next instant, making him yearn for but a second more. A second longer that could have felt like another century passed fused to one another.

He trails a lazy kiss down her neck, heavy breathing mixed with hers and limbs that have become lead, leaving him to wonder how she was able to affect him like this without removing their clothes. She’s turned in his lap, cradled there to sit heavy against him as if she’s lost the ability to move, too. They stay molded like this for a while, bodies one in the same. 

Until all too soon she’s leaning away. He thinks she’ll disappear into the night, leaving behind only the cold air to stick to the sweat on his skin. Taking all her warmth with her and robbing him of the small yet indisputable flame that’s started up deep in his chest. The feeling of long-known solitude that he’d been acquainted with squandered if only for a moment in her presence. 

But she leans back only to bring a hand to his forehead where his hair curls, running her fingertips to push them aside with a gentleness he’d never have guessed of her. And then she’s smiling down at him, lips stretched out reflecting that same genuine mirth like the first time she’d allowed him to taste her.  

Her golden gaze like sunlight on him, reminiscent of the first time they’d met. But now, instead of bursting into flame like he’d feared the first time he stepped out of the shadows, he basked in it. That warm sensation growing past physical like when he learnt it could no longer hurt him anymore. The sensation like a warm embrace upon his skin. 

And when finally she stands, she bends down with the cruelest intentions to place a single kiss on his head. He thinks he could melt, perhaps even die. How could the simplest, if not most innocent of gestures be his complete and utter undoing? 

He does not know. But he does not ponder over this when she straightens, holding out a hand towards him. An invitation, to spend the remainder of the night with her. Not in further physical intimacy, he knows. But intimate all the same, terrifying. And yet he does not hesitate in accepting her offer and raising his palm to meet with hers. 

He knows in that instant that perhaps his clever words wielded like weapons were not such pretty lies like he’d imagined they were. That maybe, here in this moment, he’s become aware of the truth behind them after all this time. Not realizing their truth when first spoken, but how they have unfolded that way, always indented for her. Beautiful lies made true in her wake.

[gilverrwrites]

Matchup for Anon 🤫🐭

I ship you with: Harvey Dent/Two-Face

2 for 1: The gentleman and the hot-head. Two-Face might tease you for your shyness, but Harv will treat you like a lady, whether you need him too or not. Neither can keep their hands off of you, Two-Face in particular is very touchy, and Harv will show your with words of affirmation.

Not to mention, wherever you go, they will always be the centre of attention, so you won’t have to worry about being in the spotlight, you get to watch comfortably from the sidelines.

They both love the comfort of having someone soft to come home too. INFP are often intuitive and open-minded which is exactly the kind of person Two-Face needs.

Tropes:

Harvey: I— Two-Face: There is no 'i' in this relationship. There's just 'we'. Harvey: Alright, we have a crush on Anon 🤫🐭. Two-Face: You're damn right we do.

-♥-

You: How do I look? Harvey: Beautiful, as alwa- Two-Face: hot damn. You: Thanks

Headcanons:

Harvey loves your dress sense, and loves to take you shopping. You’ll be spoiled rotten, although Two-Face will try to encourage you to introduce more patterns into your wardrobe.

Equally they love taking home and having you try on all your new clothes, a little fashion show in the privacy of your own home.

They’re like a foot taller than you, and they just love the way they tower over you. Ask them to help you get stuff from high places, it’ll really get them going.

They will also tease you about it though, they’ll call you things like ‘short-stuff’.

No receptionist or whatever is gonna tell them they can’t make official phone calls for you if you need them too.

While locked up in Arkham you’ll get a million letters details how much they miss you.

They’re not big media consumers, but when they have the free time Harv will make the effort to read your fave books.

Playlist:

Take Me as I Am Jekyll & Hyde (Musical)

You’re My Love Prince

Rule #20 – Blessed by a Curse Fish in a Birdcage

Always Forever Cults

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: IX

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

Chapter Synopsis: You set out to stop Kashimo from killing the members of the Big Three Sorcerer Families.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.0k

Content Warnings: swearing, enemies/rivals to lovers, character death, canon-typical violence, angst, gore, original characters included

A/N: we have finally entered the main storyline and it is a blast from the past!!

Three days and three nights, you had travelled in search of the god of lightning. Finally, you found him sitting cross-legged in the middle of a clearing, leagues away from any sort of civilization. The earth around him was scorched, and his head was tilted towards the sun, his eyes closed. For anyone else, it would be lazy and arrogant to lounge around in such a way, but he was not anyone else. He was the one whose name made people lock their doors tighter; no one would dare attack him, and even if they did, they would not last very long.

“Hello, dear Y/N,” he said without opening his eyes. You crossed your arms across your chest, not bothering to unsheathe your sword.

“Kashimo,” you said. “Hisashi says you plan to fight the Big Three Sorcerer Families next.”

He blinked languidly, finally deigning to peer up at you with eyes that were a fraught shade of blue. You raised your eyebrows at the way he smiled slightly.

“It’s true,” he said.

“Why?” you said. He yawned.

“That’s such a typical question. Does there need to be a reason?” he said.

“Yes?” you said. “If you are fighting someone, then there needs to be a reason. Such actions cannot be taken lightly.”

“Alright. Then it’s because I’m bored,” he said.

“Bored!” you repeated. He frowned, real turmoil brewing on his face.

“In fact, that is the case,” he said. “There is no one that has managed to challenge me in years. Naturally, I am turning to the ones that are meant to be the pinnacle of jujutsu society in order to satisfy my need for excitement.”

“You and I both know that Kichiro, Naoki, and Hisashi would never last against you,” you said.

“Hm, that’s certainly possible, but if they cannot, then who can? Besides you, of course. Do you mean to offer yourself?” he said. You pursed your lips.

“Yes,” you said.

“Yes?” he said. “You’ll do it? You’ll finally fight me?”

“I will fight you,” you affirmed. “However, not today.”

“Is this some kind of method of stalling? You’ll run away to safety while I wait for you?” he said. You shook your head immediately.

“I can make a Binding Vow, if you’d like,” you said. Kashimo snickered.

“It’s alright. I will trust you for the moment, but in exchange, you must tell me: if not now, then when?” he said, propping up his elbow against his knee and resting his chin in his hand.

“After I defeat Ten,” you said. “Find me then, and we can fight.”

“You’re still chasing after that useless dream? Give up, Y/N, everyone knows Ten isn’t real,” he said, flopping backwards onto the ground with a heavy exhale.

“He killed my parents!” you said, bending down and ripping up a handful of grass, throwing it at Kashimo, who did not even react. “He is the reason I have my cursed technique, so he’s surely real.”

“Even if he is, do you really think that you could do anything against the lord of the sky?” he said, pointing up at the clouds floating past for emphasis. “Just fight me instead, I’m sure whatever deity you claim blessed you will be satisfied by that.”

“Not likely,” you said. “You have my terms. If you leave the clans alone, I will fight you once I’ve defeated Ten.”

“What if you never find him?” Kashimo said.

“That won’t happen,” you said. “I will find him, and I will kill him. That’s the reason for my existence, after all.”

Kashimo had closed his eyes again, which meant he was bored of the conversation. His hands were folded across his stomach, and he would’ve appeared to be peaceful if not for the small sparks dancing around his body, subtle warnings to anyone who dared to get close enough to see them.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll leave your precious clans alone, and I’ll kill you instead.”

“Only once I’ve beaten Ten,” you reminded him. That same half-smile bloomed on his face again.

“If that’s what you want,” he said.

“Do you swear?” you said. “You have to swear, or I won’t do it.”

“I swear,” he said. “I won’t purposefully go out of my way to harm them, as long as you swear to do battle with me one day.”

“I swear I will,” you said. “Then we are in agreement?”

“I believe we are,” he said.

“Good!” you said.

“Good,” he said, yawning again. “Now, if you don’t mean to amuse me for the moment, could you go? It’s a nice day out, and I was planning on taking a nap.”

You made a face at his motionless form, weighing the merits of taking out your sword and stabbing him now. It was a foolish idea, of course — he’d wake up before you could do anything meaningful — but it was a satisfying one.

“I’ll leave,” you said. He lifted his hand in a wave.

“Goodbye,” he called out as you stomped away.

Hajime Kashimo was one of those sorcerers that operated outside of jujutsu society and consequently did not fear reproach from the Big Three Sorcerer Families. He was singularly obsessed with the thrill of battle and the difficulty of victory, and for as long as you could remember, there had been only one person he had longed to fight: you.

You were the only one who could hope to stand against him, which was why your future husband had sent you to dissuade him from attacking the Big Three Sorcerer Families. However, it was because of this, because of the fact that you were the only sorcerer he could possibly lose to, that you were the one he really wanted to face. He craved it above all else, for your sword to clash against his staff, for your blessings to face his lightning until one of you died and the other emerged the victor.

His frustration came from the fact that until now, you had refused to fight him. He battled entire armies and wiped out contingents of sorcerers, massacred every opponent that crossed his path, and was so widely revered that he could kill whoever he pleased — except for the singular being he actually desired to.

Of course, he definitely could’ve killed you by now if your death was all he cared about. It wouldn’t have been difficult for him to take you by surprise and send his lightning into your heart, but he was not that kind of person. Murdering you in cold blood would prove nothing, satisfy nothing, and so you could live in relative peace, knowing that unless you agreed to it, Kashimo would never actually hurt you.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t force your hand, as he was now doing. By threatening the Gojo, Kamo, and Zenin clans, he had all but assured that you would face him. You were set to marry Hisashi Gojo, after all, so any insult to the clan was also an insult to your own self. Furthermore, if the Gojos were to ignore the plight of the Kamos and the Zenins, there would be consequences, a political storm of the sort that neither Hisashi nor you had the time or patience to deal with.

This was why you had agreed to fight him, albeit with a caveat. Your defeat of Ten: the battle with Kashimo would only happen after that, and indeed that eventual fight was the reason you had not taken up arms against Kashimo yet.

Ten was a figure shrouded in myth and legend, but at the end of the day, he really did exist. You knew he did, because he was the one who had killed your parents. You knew he did, because that man, the one with the scars on his forehead, told you that you had been chosen just to defeat him.

Known as the lord of the sky, Ten was a merciless being that cared little for mortals except when taking delight in their deaths, similar to how crueler children would laugh as they stomped on insects. Nobody could say for certain what he looked like; there was an entire litany of animals that people claimed were his true body, while others said he was a person walking amongst you, and still others said he had no form at all.

You did not care what form he took. For your parents, for the hummingbird, you would slay him regardless.

“He’ll leave us alone,” you said as you walked into the meeting room where Kichiro Kamo, Naoki Zenin, and Hisashi Gojo were sitting, waiting with bated breath. The dark circles under Hisashi’s dull violet eyes and the shaggy appearance of Kichiro’s neat ponytail meant that they had barely slept the entire time you were gone. Even the ever-put-together Naoki’s clothes were rumpled, further attesting to the impact that Kashimo had on them.

“Thank goodness,” Kichiro said, shoulders slumping. His wife had just given birth to their firstborn. A son. You were sure he was grateful that he did not have to worry about a wayward sorcerer attacking and killing his only child.

“What did you have to give up?” Naoki said. He was the sharpest of the three; while Kichiro preferred to remain uninvolved and Hisashi had a guileless kindness about him, Naoki was always hyper-aware of his surroundings, refusing to look at the positives of a situation before carefully considering the negatives.

“I promised him I would fight him,” you said.

“What?” Hisashi said. “No. I forbid it.”

“My lord Hisashi, while I certainly respect your opinions very much, I am afraid that this is not something you can forbid me from doing. It is the only way he will leave the clans alone,” you said.

“Stupid bastard,” Hisashi said. “Why doesn’t he just die?”

“He will, once I fight him. I will kill him,” you said.

“And when will that be?” Naoki said.

“After I beat Ten,” you said. The three of them exchanged looks before Hisashi’s expression relaxed.

“Good idea. By attaching such an impossible condition, you can ensure you’ll never have to fight him,” he said.

“It was quick thinking,” Kichiro agreed. It was derision disguised as praise; they, too, did not believe Ten was real. At least Kashimo was upfront about his beliefs — the three heads of the clans were far too political to do anything of the sort, to tell you to your face that what you dreamt of was impossible.

“I do intend to fight him,” you said. “I even offered to make a Binding Vow with him.”

“What?” Hisashi said. You hid the small smile of satisfaction that threatened to overtake your face.

“He said no, of course,” you said. Hisashi gave you a dark look.

“Y/N, you know that Binding Vows are only made between husband and wife, or with oneself, to boost power,” he said. There was a poorly suppressed snort from one of the other two. You assumed it was Naoki, as it seemed the sort of thing he’d do.

“Would you rather I have doomed all of you to death? Kichiro’s baby? Naoki’s wife? Your mother?” you said. “There were special circumstances. We all know that even the combined might of the clans would not be enough to take him down; a Binding Vow that did not even come to fruition is the least of your worries.”

“We cannot fault her,” Naoki said, oddly pale at the mention of his wife. He did not love her, but she was something like a prize for him, a treasured piece of artwork that he did not let anyone touch for fear of anything spoiling her perfection. The thought of Kashimo, wild, ferocious Kashimo, even looking at her was probably too much for him to bear.

“It’s not that I fault her,” Hisashi said. “It’s that she might’ve ended up in a situation where that man could’ve taken advantage of the Binding Vow.”

“He’s not that kind of person,” you said. “Kashimo is many things, but dishonesty and lying are not in his nature. He wants to kill me more than anything, but it will mean nothing if he does it when I am not at my full strength.”

“You trust such a creature far too much,” Naoki said. “He cannot be relied upon, and it does not suit you to believe that he can be.”

“As you say, Naoki,” you said. “At any rate, it is meaningless. We did not make a Binding Vow, and I doubted he would take me up on the offer anyways. It was a bluff, to show my sincerity; one he fell for, as he promised he would not purposefully cause the clans harm.”

“Can his word be counted on?” Kichiro said. “Especially when it is contingent on assurances of a battle that may never happen?”

“For now, at least, he has been allayed,” you said. “I will begin to search for Ten in earnest, so that he does not think I am needlessly delaying our fight.”

“Y/N,” Hisashi said. “You know…even the greatest sorcerers have failed to find Ten.”

“What do you have that the ancient heads of the Big Three Sorcerer Clans do not?” Naoki said. “Ten does not exist. You should give up and hope that someone else kills Kashimo before he gets suspicious.”

“Curses are real,” you said. “Why can this one not be?”

They did not have an answer, but you knew that that did not mean they believed you. After all, if Ten really was real, then why weren’t there more casualties? A Disaster Curse of such magnitude would definitely come with a radius of humans wiped out around him. But there were no reports of the sort, no large areas of total destruction bar those caused by Kashimo and other such sorcerers that did not abide by jujutsu society regulations.

By the candlelight, once you were very certain that Hisashi was asleep, you pulled out the familiar leather-bound book you had been given by the man with the stitch-scarred forehead. Tracing the gold lettering emblazoned on the front cover with your finger, you sounded out the foreign letters in an attempt to burn them in your mind.

“Tales — of — the — Hummingbird,” you said. That was the title of the book, which was written in an entirely different language and was the basis of your cursed technique. You had figured it out some time ago that as long as there was a story about it in this book, you could do anything.

Your technique related to a little bird from across the world, according to the stitch-scarred man. He said that this bird had been locked in an eternal conflict with the lord of the sky, but it had never managed to defeat such a mighty being with its tiny body. So, he had explained, the bird decided to give its powers to a larger being, one that was capable of the strength needed to exorcise him.

That being was you, and the powers were your cursed technique, the Hummingbird’s Blessing. Your entire purpose, your reason for living, was to defeat Ten. That was why you knew he was real, and that was why you knew you would be the one to kill him. You had to. There was no other explanation for your existence if you did not.

It was slow-going, translating the book. Even now, you had only made it a fraction of the way through, had only unlocked a few of the powers that you actually possessed. Certainly, they were enough, at least when combined with your swordsmanship, but you knew that you needed more if you really wanted to fight Ten.

You slept fitfully as you always did, the same nightmare invading your mind and warding away any thoughts of rest. It was a vision of the moment your parents died, one that you relived despite not having been there.

“Listen,” your father said. “We are not the ones meant to destroy him. You know that.”

“Then why did we heed the call?” your mother said. Your father stared out at the horizon. The sky was a dark gray, a dry wind blowing through the grassy field and making the stalks sway. Only a few dreary rays of sunlight managed to fight through and light the scene, though instead of comforting, it actually added to the eeriness.

“She is the one who must do it,” he said, neatly avoiding the question.

“She is a little girl!” your mother said.

“I know,” he said.

“We cannot give such a burden to our daughter. She is a child. Our child. We are meant to protect her!” she said, clinging to the sleeve of his flowing robe. It was frayed and flecked with mud; your mother’s face was the same, a smear of something dark across her face.

“This is greater than us,” your father said.

“We were called here,” your mother said. “It’s true, I understand that we were not blessed like she was, but we were the ones called here. Not her.”

“That’s because Ten doesn’t know about her yet. He only knows that the Hummingbird’s Blessing has settled upon our home. He believes that either you or I have garnered his enemy’s favor, and so he means to defeat us as a show of force, stomping out the threat before it develops into something actually dangerous,” your father said. Your mother’s eyes widened.

“So Y/N is still safe?” she said.

“She must be allowed to live and train in peace. By giving ourselves up, Ten will be lulled into a false sense of security. I have promised Kamin Gojo that she will marry his son — the Gojos longs for power so greatly, they have since the Six Eyes disappeared — so she should be alright under his care,” he said.

“But what about her technique? How will she learn about it?” she said.

“I made a deal with someone. He’ll tell her what she needs to know,” your father said.

“What did you offer him?” your mother said, taking a single step backwards at the grave expression on your father’s face.

“That is a concern for a later date,” he said. “Rest assured that it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, so he’s not likely to harm her.”

“So this is it, then?” she said. “Will Y/N be able to —?”

“She will avenge us,” your father said. “She definitely will.”

The wind began to pick up in earnest, whipping your mother’s hair around, your father’s robes flowing out behind him. Your mother cried out in fear, and wordlessly, your father wrapped his arms around her, shielding her with his body as best as he could.

The storm howled in protest, surrounding them as they clung to one another, ripping their flesh from their bones and not subsiding until all that was left was a pair of pristine skeletons, still locked in an embrace, forever intertwined until such a day that someone came to bury them.

It always ended there, but today, you forced yourself to stay asleep, purposefully staying in the swirling eddies of darkness, standing beside your parents’ skeletons, ignoring the storm.

‘There is a story,’ you thought to yourself, ‘where the hummingbird is sent to see what is above the blue sky. Let me also see. Show me where Ten is.’

You have been given the Vision of the Hummingbird!

You could see everything; consequently, you could see nothing. There was a soaring expanse of ultramarine in front of you, teeming with life and overwhelming your senses. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

‘Ten,’ you thought. ‘I do not need to see everything. Only him.’

A dizzying sensation like vertigo rushed through you, and you dared to crack open your eyes. You were in that same field, only this time there was a definite presence there, someone else glaring at you.

You dare intrude upon my Domain?

It had to be Ten. There was no one else it could be, but even the simple sentence was enough. The reason why all of the other sorcerers had not yet found him was because he lived in his own Domain, hidden away from humanity in its relative safety.

Wait. You are —!

Of course he would recognize you, the one who bore the blessings of his natural enemy. To your surprise, there was no anger in his voice when he spoke next.

Hello again, little hummingbird. I should’ve known you would not have fallen as easily as those two fools did. Ah, well, it was my mistake for growing complacent, wouldn’t you say? Anyways. You mean to fight me, I am sure. So predictable, little hummingbird, though I guess you always have been.

It felt less like he was talking to you and more like he was conversing with the being that had blessed you, for which you were just a conduit. In Ten’s presence, though you could not so much as see him, you were frozen. This was the strength of a Disaster Curse, which made even a sorcerer like you unable to do anything.

You know the typical procedures for it. Do you really want to challenge me? Last time, you were defeated before even reaching my Domain. Is this new body really strong enough to do it?

You did not respond, but Ten must’ve sensed your intent, for he chuckled.

I expected nothing less from you. Very well, then. It will be done. You may try again. I will find it just as amusing to kill you this time as I did the last. After all, no new body can change the fact that at the end of the day, you are just a tiny bird facing off against the lord of the sky himself.

You woke up with a startled gasp, throwing your blankets off of you in a cold sweat. The story of the hummingbird seeing above the blue sky was one you had only just translated the night before, and you had immediately put it into practice without much thought. Part of you had believed it would not work, and you were shaken by the fact that it had, by the fact that you had actually managed to reach Ten.

It was only when you stood to ready yourself for the day that you realized there was a chain hanging around your neck which had not been there before. It was a fine, delicate thing, with a pendant on it. Holding it up to the light, you realized it was a miniature wheel, reflecting the morning into your eyes.

You let it drop, and it thudded against the hollow of your collarbone. Frowning, you wondered when it had appeared. There was only one logical explanation: this was some mark of Ten’s, affirming that your dream had been real, that you had finally challenged the Disaster Curse who so many did not believe to exist.

What was the typical procedure? How were you supposed to find his Domain? The hummingbird must’ve known, but it offered no solutions nor aid. This was not a surprise — unless you could come up with a story or myth surrounding the hummingbird to justify it, you could not use its powers or knowledge.

“Where did you get that necklace?” Hisashi said as the two of you sat together, eating breakfast. You wished he was not so observant, but it seemed that even without the Six Eyes, keenness was an inherited trait of the Gojo clan.

“I woke up with it on,” you said. Hisashi frowned.

“Y/N…I am not so sure I like this,” he said. “First, you offer to make a Binding Vow with another man, and now, you are wearing a strange necklace? I don’t mean to control you, you know that I would never want to do that, but please understand that I am a little confused.”

“You are well within your rights to be confused, though I maintain that my offer of a Binding Vow with Kashimo really was to protect you, so you shouldn’t hold that against me,” you said.

“Even if I put that behind us, the necklace…?” he said mournfully.

Hisashi was a pretty man. There was no doubt about this; his hair was a brilliant white, and no amount of careful combing and precise parting could ever make it appear truly neat. His eyes were a deep shade of purple — not the diamond hue of the Six Eyes, which no one in his clan had inherited in years, but still a notable and lovely color. There were worse people you could’ve been engaged to; he was kind, and he was beautiful, and he treated you well. But you were not born to marry Hisashi Gojo.

“It is from Ten,” you said.

“Pardon?” he said.

“I’m not lying to you, Hisashi. Really, I’m not. Last night, I was translating Tales of the Hummingbird, and I came across a story of the hummingbird flying above the sky to see what lay beyond it. I used that to get the Vision of the Hummingbird, and with that, I met Ten,” you said.

“You met Ten,” he said, and despite his best efforts, he could not help but sound dubious.

“He resides in a Domain,” you said. Hisashi’s lips parted in shock, but you pressed forward. “That’s why no one’s been able to find him yet, and why he hasn’t messed with humans on a large scale. He lives in his Domain!”

“Where is the Domain?” he said.

“Well, ah…I don’t know,” you admitted, your shoulders slumping.

“Huh? You don’t know?” he said. You shook your head.

“I challenged him in my dream, or the hummingbird did; I don’t know, it was all very confusing. He mentioned that last time it was defeated before even reaching the Domain, which implies the fight begins outside of it,” you said.

Hisashi still thought you were delusional, but he was kind and loyal and he would not say that to your face, so he only nodded.

“The necklace is proof of the challenge, then?” he said gently.

“Yes,” you said. “I will be quick about it, Hisashi, I promise. I will be quick enough that Kashimo does not grow restless and slaughter all of you in my absence.”

“I doubt he will,” Hisashi said. It was rare to hear him speak of Kashimo in any way but negatively, so you cocked your head at him, hoping he would explain. Thankfully, he took the hint and elaborated. “Though I do not like giving him any credit, it’s true that he respects you. You are his only equal; he treats you differently for that fact. Maybe he wouldn’t honor a promise with any of the rest of us, but you — he would definitely honor one with you, I think.”

“I’m glad you see that now,” you said. Hisashi gave you a sad look.

“If I were born in another body, one with the Six Eyes and Limitless, we, too, would be equals,” he said.

“That’s not true. You’d be far stronger than me if that was the case,” you said. He chuckled.

“Yet here we are. You are the strong one,” he said. “And in no way could I be considered your equal.”

“Do you resent me for it?” you said. You would not be angry if he did. It would make sense, so how could you blame him?

“No,” he said. “Maybe I resent him.”

“Resent Kashimo?” you said. Hisashi pursed his lips.

“You and he are the ones who will be remembered,” he said. “I — even Kichiro and Naoki — will fade into obscurity as just another one of the heads of the Gojo clan. Nothing I can do matters. But…but I am definitely sure that your fight with him will never be forgotten. He will go down in history as the god of lightning, and you will go down as the one who killed him.”

There was that inferiority that the three clan heads had. By position, they were the most powerful men in all of jujutsu society. But when it came down to it, if one asked an entirely random sorcerer who they believed to be the strongest, it would not be Hisashi’s name they would say, nor would it be Kichiro’s or Naoki’s. Men with their prized inherited techniques, even they could not hold a candle to the two of you.

Hajime Kashimo. Y/N L/N. Those were the names they’d say. Even back then, even from the beginning when you did not know each other, you and he had been two sides of the same coin. The blessed and the divine.

It had been a short meeting, that first one. You and Hisashi had gone to save some village from a curse, and upon exorcising it, you had met him. He must have been wandering about, he was prone to doing that, and upon seeing you wielding your sword and the Hummingbird’s Blessing, he had realized that you were she, the one everyone hailed as the single other strongest sorcerer of the age.

I want to kill you, he had said to you, ignoring Hisashi completely, and to that you had replied no. No, you cannot kill me. Naturally, he had asked why? So you had told him this: my life is not mine to give but someone else’s. A deity’s. I am sworn to fulfill that deity’s mission. You cannot kill me because only that deity’s enemy can.

They call me the god of lightning, he had said. Am I not then also a deity? You had laughed at him. Of course you are not. Well, who am I to judge? Maybe you are. But if that is the case, then you are the wrong one. You will have to wait to fight me, I am afraid.

He had smiled, and then, to everyone’s surprise, he had taken a step back and nodded. Very well, he had told you, rolling his eyes at Hisashi’s protective stance and the villagers cowering behind you. Y/N L/N? If that is what I must do, then I will do it. I will wait for you.

[elysian-flame]

"Oh, to see without my eyes The first time that you kissed me"

The song opens with a yearning to see “without my eyes,” which may reflect a desire to experience love in a way beyond physical senses almost as if the connection was transcendent or spiritual. The kiss mentioned here could represent the first moment of intimacy and that's how I wanna remember my first kiss with my love , a life-changing experience that’s difficult to fully understand with ordinary senses or words. The "first kiss" can also symbolize innocence, purity, or the beginning of an intense emotional journey (journey to the love ❤️) My first kiss would be something like this ❤️

"Boundless by the time I cried / I built your walls around me"

This line shows how the love was intense and immersive "boundless" by the depth of emotions. The speaker seems to have cried or been moved deeply by this love and then "built your walls around me," suggesting that they allowed this love to define them. Psychologically, it speaks to the human tendency to shape our identity around our closest relationships. Spiritually, it hints at surrendering one’s boundaries, opening to love in a way that feels safe but can lead to dependency or self-enclosure.

> "White noise, what an awful sound / Fumbling by Rogue River / Feel my feet above the ground / Hand of God, deliver me"

The “white noise” could symbolize the overwhelming thoughts, fears, and anxieties, clear thoughts yet scary that often accompany love. "Fumbling by Rogue River" might signify the difficulty of navigating love’s complexities, feeling lost or carried away by its currents. The line "Hand of God, deliver me" conveys a plea for salvation from love’s consuming nature. In psychology, this could signify the loss of self in the intensity of love, leading to feelings of entrapment or helplessness.❤️

"Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me / The first time that you touched me / Oh, will wonders ever cease? / Blessed be the mystery of love"

The refrain “woe is me” reveals a sense of sorrow intertwined with the ecstasy of being touched for the first time. It sounds romantic❤️those first first touches. The line “will wonders ever cease?” suggests awe at the beauty and pain that love brings, encapsulating the song’s theme: that love is both a gift and a burden. This paradox can be seen as the "mystery of love" something beyond logic, something to be cherished even with its potential for sorrow.

"Lord, I no longer believe / Drowned in living waters / Cursed by the love that I received / From my brother’s daughter"

This verse grapples with spiritual disillusionment. "Living waters" typically symbolize renewal or life-giving love, but here, the speaker feels drowned or overwhelmed by it. This can hint at disillusionment with a love that was once life-affirming but has now become a source of pain. "Cursed by the love that I received / From my brother's daughter" could imply a complicated, perhaps forbidden or unfulfilled love, as if the connection was destined to bring both joy and sorrow. Steve what is the meaning of this line 😫 explain

"Like Hephaestion, who died / Alexander's lover / Now my riverbed has dried / Shall I find no other?"

Here, the reference to Hephaestion and Alexander the Great symbolizes an ancient, historical bond—one that was deep, possibly soul-bonded, but ultimately marked by loss. Comparing his own love to this epic relationship underscores the intensity of the emotions he feels. The phrase "riverbed has dried" symbolizes the end of the emotional “flow” or vitality, as if love has left him barren and wondering if he’ll ever find love again. Psychologically, this can represent the grief and despair one feels after a profound loss. Well there's no loss in love even if u gain only sorrow and pain ❤️ that's also ❤️

"Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me / I'm running like a plover / Now I'm prone to misery / The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me"

The plover is a type of bird, which could symbolize a sense of wandering or searching (google it), as if the speaker is moving aimlessly after experiencing heartbreak. He mentions a "birthmark on your shoulder," (i have one but I hate it) possibly referencing a physical reminder of his lover, one that evokes memories and holds sentimental meaning. This imagery suggests how deeply he’s been impacted and how small reminders of his love bring back the pain of separation. His pain doesn't sound like it comes from attachment...it's unknown yet his heart deeply accepted it ❤️

"How much sorrow can I take? / Blackbird on my shoulder / And what difference does it make / When this love is over?"

These lines reflect profound existential questioning. "How much sorrow can I take?" expresses the overwhelming weight of grief and loss. The blackbird, often seen as an omen or symbol of death, might represent a sense of doom or acceptance that love and sorrow are intertwined.( Again this is from Google: blackbird) Psychologically, this could symbolize reaching a threshold in coping with heartbreak. He questions the value of it all: if love ultimately ends, what is left behind? It suggests a struggle with meaning and purpose in the wake of a profound loss. Again this line is confusing to me but that's all I feel about these two lines

"Shall I sleep within your bed? / River of unhappiness / Hold your hands upon my head / 'Til I breathe my last breath"

Here, there’s a sense of surrendering to the “river of unhappiness” or pain that love has brought. By asking to “sleep within your bed,” the speaker might be seeking comfort in the very source of their sorrow. Spiritually, this could signify an acceptance of suffering as part of the journey of 💕. The line "Hold your hands upon my head" feels like a final benediction, as if he’s asking to be held or comforted until his last breath, suggesting that love, despite its sorrow, is worth embracing fully.❤️ worth it all ❤️

The song as a whole reflects the psychological journey of love: the ecstasy of new affection, the pain of attachment, and the inevitable sorrow of loss. Psychologically, it portrays love as a transformative experience that changes one's identity, often leading to a painful realization that what once felt boundless can dry up and leave a person feeling lost or shattered.

From a spiritual lens, this song could be seen as an exploration of love as a mystical, almost divine force that connects us to something larger than ourselves. The references to “Hand of God” and “living waters” imply a search for salvation, as if love’s power transcends earthly experience. Talking about the power of surrender Yet, the song also reflects that true love is a mystery, holding both joy and sorrow, life and death. Sufjan seems to suggest that to love is to accept both sides—the beauty and the pain—as an inextricable, almost sacred part of life.

contemplate the paradox of love: it is both salvation and suffering, boundless yet impermanent. The “mystery of love” lies in its power to break us and heal us simultaneously, leaving us with a sense of awe at the depth of our capacity to feel so deeply.

[lemontsumu]

For someone who basks and thrives in attention—yearns for it; and yes, a part of is purely rewarding his ego—Atsumu dislikes meeting other people’s gazes. It makes him jittery; it makes him feel seen. Butterflies in his stomach, not the pleasant kind that has him reeling in excitement when the crowd goes wild after a moment of thundering silence following another service ace, his third in a row.

They say eyes are the window to the soul, and Atsumu truly believes it for one mere stare can capture his pique.

He falls in love with his eyes first, as superficial as it may seem. Yet he does so with the intent of mapping every twist and turn of his beloved’s features, charting each freckle, mark, and mole as if his own. He observes admiringly and feels deeply—truly, madly.

It’s happened too many times before and he knows he’ll do so over and over, perhaps a thousand times more. Knows it’s an inevitable outcome—both a blessing and a curse—one he cannot simply ignore. What transpires after a chance encounter is hardly within his control, so he relents to the whirlwind of emotions making his stomach churn, hoping it doesn’t lead him to another heartbreak as he continues to bravely wear his heart on his sleeve.

Next, he falls in love with his nose (despite how comical that sounds). He finds comfort in another’s scent and associates it to a sense of familiarity, recognizing it as home. Breathing in, he relishes how it mingles with his own, pops it into one of the mini mental bottles in his memories as if something to add to his personal collection of perfumes.

Then he falls in love with his ears, and contrary to popular belief, he is, in fact, better at listening than running his mouth. For in the lull, he hears actions beyond words and silent hopes hinted in a split second of hesitation; all that lie unsaid in each pause, lingering tense in the air, praying to become known. He hears them because he listens intently, with purpose and meaning to discern.

Much later, he falls in love with his mouth, spilling precious secrets that bear his affection with a tireless smile etched on his face—loud, true and bright. His fondness seeps from silly nicknames, monickers of endearment reserved for those he holds dear.

And he seals his confession with a kiss—because actions speak louder than words, indeed, but words affirm promises and clear dregs of misinterpretation—a shy press of lips upon lips at the beginning, until the space between two bodies no longer exists; pushing and pulling in a slow and steady rhythm, a sheer contrast to that of Atsumu’s racing heatbeat betraying his act of playing it cool.

Finally, he falls in love with his touch, and when he does, he knows he’d hold on tightly with both hands—all ten fingers—in an almost reverent stance. For just as he pours himself into the sport he’s played more than half of his life, he bears his devotion with every muscle, every fiber of his being.

And although it’s unfathomable how one person can fit into his life like a puzzle piece he’s been missing while making him realize he was already whole, he learns that trust entails both selflessness and pride simultaneously—such as the faith in his spiker delivering a finishing blow from the ball he had hoisted up to a beautifully high arch, an unequivocal ‘thud!’ resounding from the other side of the court.

A wordless declaration affirming he’s loved back, this he recognizes with certainty.

Like clockwork, two pairs of eyes wander and easily find each other and Atsumu’s senses buzz in ecstasy.

There’s something about scoring a match point that seems sweeter than victory. He grins and joins in the cheers, “Nice kill, Omi-Omi!”

[cryopathiic-a]

‘you can’t trust anything they say. all they do is deceive and manipulate. they will say anything to trick you. to break you.’

Being within the hivemind leaves a constant buzzing at the back of the mind; a seamless choir of whispers from the demonic collective. Thoughts, feelings, sights, words. Most try to tune it out. There have been instances, he hears, where demons went mad from it. But Dōma? Well, over the course of this last century he has become a master at eavesdropping.

Although he hardly has a reason to, right? It's not like anyone would be slandering Upper Two behind his back — when he, of all the Uppermoons, is by far the most kindhearted?

A cold palm comes to affirm that, landing firmly atop the junction of a taut neck; the claw on his pinky finger barely scrapes a stripe with the motion. And when Dōma leans over the third moon's shoulder, his pungent smell is as oppressive as his blood art; and it speaks of power he needn't lift a finger to demonstrate.

❝ Oh, my! Who could that person you speak of be? ❞ The point has been made; with a sickly sweet tone. The underling present, he hardly cares for. All of their attention lands on Upper Three and, although he would claim it a blessing, between the both of them they know that this is naught but a curse. The grin baring fangs attests to that.

❝ They sound like an awful character. ❞

[bernardo1969]

The prophet Moses, after giving the ten commandments to the Israelites, summarized the entire law in the most important commandment of all, the commandment of the spiritual love, and in the Book of Deuteronomy this commandment appears affirmed several times, as is explained with these words: "Love the LORD your God and keep his requirements, his decrees, his laws and his commands always" Deuteronomy 11:1. But with this, the question arises of whether men can love something that is not seen, and the answer is that the love for God is the love projected towards the whole creation, in other words, the love for god is the love towards science, the love towards all living beings, the love towards the very gifts of God. This is why the love of God is also the source of the true wisdom for man. And this commandment is also, according to the book of Deuteronomy, a source of both blessings and curses for men. And this commandment given by the prophet is fundamentally an expression of desire about what the human will should be, because love cannot be an imperative, an order, love is not found in the area of the will but in the area of the desire. The commandment of love can be understood from another perspective, because this commandment is derived from another: "The LORD commanded us to obey all these decrees and to fear the LORD our God, so that we might always prosper and be kept alive, as is the case today" Deuteronomy 6:24. Love for God arises as the perfection of the fear of God in the heart of man. The spiritual gift of fear of God is defined as constancy, firmness, devotion, equanimity, and stability. The love of God and the fear of God are basically different concepts but very similar, the difference is that the fear of God is in the area of will, unlike love. With the teaching of all this, Moses sought to explain that the obedience to God is the starting point of man's spiritual life and all the blessings that all this entails.

[blarefordaglare]

I first would like to apologize that this has been happening. The fact that you took time out of your day to write something that has enjoyed you only to be met with the unkindness of people who I bet couldn’t even write half as good as you is just downright cruel. Writing is something that should be enjoyed, acknowledged, and respected by both the author and the readers. It’s one thing to not enjoy a certain story, but it’s another thing to discredit (hope I’m using that word correctly) the work. A topic of what one is writing about doesn’t make the work good or bad, but how it is written shows the voice of the author and what they would want to get across. Each sentence is typed with reason that affirms something, yet also gives a sense of interpretation, if people can’t understand that then why read in the first place?

It’s because people are taking work for granted, and it’s heartbreaking. Just because a work may be inspired from a series, a fan work of it, doesn’t make the writing any easier. Sure, there’s the big plot, but all the small details, the character development, the entire plotline is all up to the author. The internet in reality I feel is a blessing and a curse, allowing us to read such beauty yet hundreds uploading at once lets us think it’s a right-it should be given-when in reality it’s not.

We were born to read to learn, to empathize, to develop. It’s in the human blood, whether cave paintings to scribes from ancient Egypt, it has been with us since the beginning of humanity, to feel. And that is what I have achieved with reading your work, and I am forever Grateful for that opportunity. Sending great wishes and I wish you the best for the future :)

PSA

Some of you have seen the note that I’ve stopped writing. Fanfiction is a labor of love and it’s also free. I don’t write to have people tear it down.

If you don’t like it, you can keep it to yourself. If you go around berating and insulting authors, they will stop posting.

I've been posting weekly or bi-weekly updates for one story or another for a little over two years. I’ve written 900,000 words, or the equivalent of 18 novels. It’s high time to stop.

Most of my motivation came from your comments and art and questions. Thank you to everyone who's supported me up to this point and I hope to see some of you in the future.