#✒️ — writing

[synqiri]

YOU HAVE A LOVER?!

or, how the traveller and paimon find out about his relationship with you.

PAIRING: wanderer x gn!reader

WARNINGS: chocolate

WORDCOUNT: 1.1K || CONTENT: you're kinda a menace, slight crack, fluff, relationship reveal

NOTES: tell me why he's so fun to tease pls

“hey, isn’t that hat guy?” paimon says, pointing further down the street. 

it is indeed. he stands outside lambad’s tavern, near the benches, and with him is a group of akademiya scholars. 

her eyes sparkle with curiosity at the sight. “traveller, let’s go say hi!���

snatches of conversation is all the pair hear at first. 

“just spit it out,” wanderer says, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. “i haven’t got all day to listen to your babbling.”

the girl right in front of him has a small gift-wrapped box clutched tight in her hands, her three friends behind her all murmuring encouragements. paimon glances at aether, eyes wide. are you seeing what i’m seeing?

the traveller nods. he lingers by the waypoint, motioning for paimon to do the same. they shouldn’t interrupt just yet.

“uhm — i really like you!” the girl rushes out nervously, presenting the gift out to the wanderer hastily. “please accept this!”

aether hears his companion gasp.

wanderer says nothing, picking the little box up for inspection. he gives it a soft shake. “what’s in this?”

“chocolate! i didn’t know which you liked, but — but when we were at the store, someone overheard us talking and recommended a brand… i think their name was [name]...? everyone knows you’re friends, so…”

at that, the wanderer lets out a disbelieving scoff, expression an odd mix of amused and incredulous. aether is curious himself. he wonders what kind of person wanderer would consider a friend.

“not bad,” wanderer tells the girl, pocketing the box as he does, “i guess you have no one but that fool to thank.”

her group of friends cheer, and the girl can’t help but laugh too. with their goal achieved, they scuttle away, chattering. at this, paimon finally rushes up to the guy, aether following suit. she’s stumbling over all her words, completely and utterly flabbergasted. 

“you — i — what was that?!” she exclaims. “since when do you get love confessions?”

aether can’t tell if that was the right or wrong thing to say. wanderer smirks, almost puffing up with pride. “what, like it’s hard?”

paimon stomps her feet. “but you’re —! ugh, whatever. paimon feels bad for all the hearts you break.”

“why should i have to care about that? they should be prepared to face rejection if they are prepared to bare their heart out for all to see.” wanderer shrugs, tone lofty. 

“it’s not as if you can relate,” she quips. “what are you doing here, anyway?”

at this, he huffs, rolling his eyes. “do you think i want to be here, standing around like a buffoon? and yet here i am, waiting for someone with zero respect for my time.” 

aether doesn’t point out the fact that if wanderer really hadn’t wanted to wait, he would have left ages ago. paimon tilts her head curiously. “who are you waiting for? is it that [name] person?”

wanderer stiffens at that. his eyes narrow. “where did you learn that name?”

“we overheard that girl say it just now. why? Is it someone important?”

“of course i’m important!” 

paimon screams. wanderer sighs. aether turns behind to look at the source of the voice.

the traveller assumes you’re [name], and is proven right when you introduce yourself cheerily. shaking both his and paimon’s hands, you say, “it’s so nice to meet the people who knocked sense into this guy over here.”

glaring, wanderer grumbles, almost petulantly. he threatens, “keep up with that and i won’t give you your chocolate.”

“nononono, i was only joking, darling, forgive me?” 

your demeanour flips in an instant, and you whirl around to face him with a puppy-eyed pout. faintly, a baffled paimon echoes a soft, darling? 

wanderer sighs, producing the gift out for you, and you accept it eagerly. 

“you got chocolates for me?” you say, playfully swooning. unwrapping the box, you pop a piece into your mouth. “my favourite kind too! you're the best.”

the irony is neither lost on aether. paimon gleefully accepts a piece from you when you offer. 

“you should have one too,” you tell wanderer, who has been looking at you with an odd look aether has yet to decipher. holding out a chocolate in your fingers, you prompt, “say ‘ah’.”

begrudgingly, he opens up. still, he doesn't fail to make a fuss off it, proclaiming about how sweets were beneath him, and how he preferred the bitterness of coffee. you wave it all off with an eyeroll, and aether is struck with the similarity it had to wanderer's own.

“how long have you been friends?” paimon asks for him. “you two seem really close.”

you burst into laughter, and wanderer glances away. your eyes glitter with amusement. “friends? did he tell you that? ‘cuz personally, i don't know any friends who go on dates —”

“a ‘date’ that you are late to,” wanderer cuts in.

you erupt into another fit of giggles at that. “sorry, sorry. i've been here the whole time, actually — but i was hiding over there when that group of girls approached you.”

wanderer could not look any more unimpressed. though just as he's about to retort, paimon finally stops short-circuiting. 

“YOU'RE DATING?!”

“announce it to the entire world, why don't you?” wanderer snarks, though there is a noticeable flush on the tips of his ears, creeping onto his cheeks. it is then aether realises the expression he hadn't deciphered had been fondness.

you only grin, looping an arm around his. then, before anyone can react, you smack the fattest kiss on his cheek. “that's right! you don't know just how much effort it took wooing this guy.”

“i can imagine…” paimon says, dumbstruck.

wanderer shoots them the most murderous of glares, hissing, “tell a soul about this, and i swear neither of you will live to see the new dawn.”

“he's shy,” you add with a conspiratorial whisper. “but really, we'd prefer if word doesn't get out.”

“our lips are sealed,” paimon vows solemnly.

then, aether taps her on the shoulder, jerking his head in the direction of the adventurer's guild post. thankfully, she takes the hint.

“actually we're really really busy so we'll leave the two of you to it now,” paimon says quickly. “enjoy your date!”

at that, you bid the both of them farewell happily after telling them to visit sometime, and aether leaves with a much different impression he had of wanderer.

though, when he steals a glance back, he sees the both of you entering the tavern, wanderer's grip on your hand tight. and while he cannot see the look on your faces, he can make out the softness in his stance, and the joy in yours.

aether can't help but feel happy for him. it seems that the ‘wanderer’ had finally found a ‘home’.

[maenjiro]

gojo? gojo.

sitting on gojo’s lap with just a skirt and no panties underneath and watching him have an aneurysm as he realizes that. gojo trying to keep his composure as he’s getting hard, the bulge in his pants hitting your naked cunt, “baby, where are your panties?” when you shrug with the most innocent face his grip on your hips tighten and his fingertips clutch you so tightly as if he needs it to keep himself sane and not fall down the abyss, but the only thing that will do is leave bruise on your skin. gojo just can't help pulling his cock out and make you ride him right here, heavy breaths and all escaping his mouth as you bounce on his cock leaking all over him.

[stellar-skyy]

FAMILY (OF SORTS) — Platonic Fatui Harbingers & reader.

i. SUMMARY: The Fatui Harbingers have a soft spot for Arlecchino's child. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: STRICTLY PLATONIC, headcanons, fluff, parent!arlecchino, house of the hearth!reader, all of the harbingers are reader's weird aunts and uncles, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 1.6k words. iv. A/N: the fatui are just a dysfunctional found family and i will die on this hill. shoutout to @romaritimeharbor for listening to my rambles about this idea 🫶🫶 also pierro and pulcinella aren't here because i could not think of anything to write for them :')

All of the harbingers knew about Arlecchino’s child; the one that appeared in Fatui Headquarters stuck to her side, eyes cast to the floor. They all saw the way that Arlecchino had held a soft grip on their shoulder, guiding them through the halls with the gentle touch of a parent from the gentle hands of a monster.

The Knave always swore she didn’t play favourites, but from an outside view it was clear that they held a special place separate from the rest. Anyone could see the way they appeared so much more frequently by her side. They were permitted to sit in on meetings, following her like a shadow. Some of the Harbingers guessed that she had picked them to be her successor; that their frequent shadowing was training them to take over once she was gone. Others joked about Arlecchino’s apparent soft side taking over. Whatever the reason, time went on, and the Fatui saw more and more of them.

All of them varied in their opinions of them—some indifferent, some fond—but the Harbingers all cared for them in their own ways.

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Columbina simply adores them. They’re just so small and cute, so tiny and fragile! Admittedly, her idea of ‘tiny’ is rather skewed—applying to anyone she deems weaker than her (notably, this label also gets given to Capitano and Tartaglia, despite their larger size and physical strength. The Damselette is truly an enigma.)

Whenever Arlecchino allows her to watch over them, she is delighted. She has a penchant for pet names, so ‘angel’, ‘my sweet’, and ‘lovely’ are all more commonly used than their name. Sometimes there’s a ‘baby’ or ‘bub’ if she’s feeling particularly affectionate, but no matter the name, it is always dripping with sweetness. She’ll sing to them too, to calm them down or get them to sleep. Her voice is gentle, laced with as much love as she would show her own child.

Some Fatui believe Columbina is a woman formed from hollow sweetness; that behind the lazy smile and soft voice, lies a callous and unfeeling heart, but her insistence on singing them to sleep comes from a place of genuine affection.

When they have to return home, she’ll kiss their cheeks and sweep them into a hug, making them promise to visit her soon.

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The fact that Arlecchino would tear out his throat with her bare hands if he dared to look at them the wrong way is the only thing stopping Dottore from roping [Name] into one of his experiments. Even then, he can’t help but investigate them a bit. Nothing extreme—please put the knife down, Knave—just some simple trials to see how they work. A quick strength assessment, a test of their reflexes, enough to judge the effectiveness of the House of the Hearth’s training.

The segments all had different opinions of them, varying from Prime’s general indifference to some of the younger segments fondness towards them. The latter were less likely to try to trick them into the lab—not that Arlecchino would allow them anywhere near it without strict supervision—and instead focused their efforts on convincing them to help mess with the rest of the Dottores. They proved to be an excellent partner in crime to thoroughly ruin the older segment’s day.

Despite his assertion that he won’t harm them, Dottore tends to be the one Arlecchino trusts least around her child. His unwillingness to get on her bad side doesn’t stop her from insisting Columbina or herself accompany them whenever they visit his lab.

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Tartaglia loves them. The days he gets to see his siblings are few and far between, so he’s always eager to play the older brother for them, and for any other House of the Heath kids that stop by. In fact, whenever any of the children visit, he makes sure to buy them plenty of sugary treats and candies before quickly sending them back to their Father.

(Arlecchino was not happy the first time this happened. It didn’t stop him from doing it every time, though.)

He was the first to convince them to call him Uncle, a feat that he bragged about to the rest of the Harbingers. This small incident would inadvertently lead to a petty competition to see who their favourite is, an event that would quickly spiral out of control with bribery and promises coming from all sides.

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Sandrone is very particular with who she allows in her workshop. When the rare guest was allowed inside, they had to follow three simple rules: do not touch anything, do not move unless I tell you to, and do not talk to me while I work. When [Name] first stumbled into the room, she was prepared to discourteously shoo them out the way she did whenever Tartaglia poked his head in to see what she was working on. But after some extensive begging, she relented and sat them down in a corner to watch her work. 

Even if she is far less fond of them as some of the other Harbingers, she still audibly squeaked the first time she was called Aunt Sandrone. This was covered up with a cough, but nothing could stop the warmth blooming in her chest. It was the first time a living creature had addressed her with such a familial title; some of her synthetic creations had a habit of calling her Mother, but this was a living, breathing person.

After they started calling her that, she quietly told them they were free to visit when she was working—provided they did not interfere with anything. 

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As much as he denies it, Scaramouche has a big soft spot for kids. He’ll swear up and down that he doesn’t care for them at all, but he treats them noticeably gentler than he treats any other member of the Fatui. Arlecchino once caught them huddled against him, using his wide-brimmed hat to shelter from the rain. She never let him forget that moment—the fearsome Balladeer, who notoriously never let anyone close enough to touch him, allowing her child to use him as an umbrella.

They remind him a little too much of the young boy he once considered his family. Whenever he spends time with them, there is something inside that both urges him to protect them in the way he couldn’t protect that child, and warns keep them at arm’s length before they betray him too. But his endearment towards them prevailed, and he begrudgingly allowed them a place in his heart.

Unlike Columbina’s affectionate pet names, the only nicknames Scaramouche gives them are ‘kid’ and ‘brat’, depending on his mood. On good days, they might even get called by their name, though it is a rarity. He cares for them, truly. In his own, strange way.

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Capitano is the best at giving advice out of all the harbingers. He is much more down to earth than Columbina and Dottore, and far less cynical than Scaramouche and Sandrone. He’ll let them ramble about their frustrations freely before offering gentle suggestions on what they should do to help. Even if they aren’t looking for a solution, he’s patient enough to hear out their thoughts, however jumbled and incoherent they may be.

He also likes teaching them skills he deems important for a young person to know. These include cooking—Tartaglia is not allowed to join them in these lessons after he almost burnt down the kitchen trying to ‘help’—as well as sewing and mending clothes.  

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Pantalone never would describe himself as parental. He never cared too much for kids; he hadn’t enough patience to deal with constantly crying babies or needy toddlers. Arlecchino’s child was thankfully far above that age, so they were less unbearable to deal with.

He was quite happy to spoil them with extravagant gifts and treats to win their favour, but the most effective way he does so is simply spending time with them. Trips to luxurious restaurants for lunch, allowing them to shadow him while he works. He also likes to give them advice—completely unasked for—about life, and relationships. Unlike Capitano however, his advice is of a much less helpful; he has a habit of advocating for blackmail for solving problems.

In exchange for a box of the most expensive pastries in Teyvat, he got them to call him their favourite uncle in front of Tartaglia. The miniscule dent in his funds was worth the look of betrayal on the younger Harbinger’s face.

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Signora easily took the longest to warm up to them. When she first met them, it was easy enough to label them as Arlecchino’s brat and move them from her mind. But they kept appearing, in and around the headquarters. At first they were always glued to the Knave’s side, but eventually Signora began to see them wandering alone through the halls. She took note of them—not out of any attachment to them, only out of self-preservation knowing that if Arlecchino found out her child landed themself into trouble while she was close by, it would be her funeral soon.

The sense of obligation faltered when she started to grow fond of them. They were irritatingly innocent, a rarity within the Fatui. Something about the spark in their eyes reminded her of when she was young—when she still had warmth in her heart and blood in her veins. For the first time in centuries, her frozen heart began to thaw with care towards another person, and begrudgingly, she began to accept that they were not as unpleasant as she once believed.

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[nishik1]

니키 : 𝐛𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 (𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮) 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫

★ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥!𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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★ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬; 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢’𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞yre 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

★ 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: MY STORAGE IS ALMOST FULL OMG 😭 kinda scared to post ngl…

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[sonder-paradise]

Hello, my dear friend. I was thinking… what if Chuuya, Akutagawa, Dazai, Atsushi are having a nightmare and their s/o comforts them?… btw, I really like your posts🖤 thank you for doing them, I really like them a lot💙💛

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ characters. chuuya nakahara, osamu dazai, ryunosuke akutagawa, atsushi nakajima, gn!reader

◊ genre. slight angst, comfort

◊ note. thank you for the req i had fun :)

— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍����𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

for a man that does not dream, the closest he gets is the vague feeling that he is not safe. when he awakes, his palms stick to the sheets. his chest pounds and he swears he doesn't know what's going on.

he remembers nothing but a vague memory that something is wrong. he blinks, breathing slowly. once, twice, and then finally turning his head to look down at your sleeping form.

you are safe. he is safe. but as you shift in your sleep, mumbling something softly to yourself before finally looking up at him with hazy eyes, he feels a horrid, painful ache in his chest.

"chuuya? what are you doing up?" you whisper. your voice soothes something inside him and he swallows thickly.

"nothing. just thinking," he says quickly.

your lips tug down for a moment before letting out a sigh. your hand wraps around his waist, pulling him back down to the bed to lay down. he lays in your embrace quietly, soaking in your whispered words and soothing touch.

"you know you can tell me if something's the matter."

"i know."

unspoken words drift into the silence and chuuya releases his grip on the sheets to hold you a little tigher.

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

dazai says nothing. pulling himself out of bed and towards the kitchen. he's not sure what to do. his mind races and for a second he's scared. everything feels so unfamiliar, so unnatural.

'it was just a dream.'

that's what he tells himself as he paces the kitchen debating on heading down to the Lupin. then you appear in the doorway. he stills himself, eyes wide as his lips fall open in an attempt to explain himself.

but then, he doesn't have to.

"osamu... if you had a nightmare, it's okay to talk to me."

he pauses once more. for a brief second, he looks close to tearing up. but dazai knows better. it would be silly to find relief in you just because of some silly dream.

but when you stand a little straighter and open your arms like that... he can't help but find his way back into your embrace. you stroke his hair as he sinks into your touch.

"wanna talk about it?" you whisper, slowly but surely leading him back towards the bed.

"no," he murmurs, letting himself succumb to the way you just... take care of him. no extra narrative involved except your love.

— 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

panic. that's the first thing atsushi feels upon waking back up. he's alert and scanning the room for potential areas of danger. but as he soaks in the atmosphere, he spots his familiar room, the scent of you and him intermingled comfortingly and most important, you.

he stills himself, trying to pull it together slowly. questions race through his mind. is it okay to wake you for this? would you be mad if he got closer? his anxiety warps his already panicked state of mind.

then you roll over, rubbing your eyes before realizing the sort of state your lover's currently in.

"atsushi..." you murmur, carefully holding your arms open. "what's wrong?"

he immediately latches on with no intention of letting go anytime soon. silence replaces his answer but eventually he mumbles the details of his dream to you.

you’re quiet, taking in the way be trembles under your touch and stiffens when he thinks you’re about to pull away.

“i’m here. i’m not going anywhere,” you whisper and he nods and accepts those words.

the silence becomes a little less terrifying.

— 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

he wouldn’t admit he’s been startled awake by something haunting his mind. akutagawa turns away from you, unable to look at your peaceful form.

he traces back his memory; where he is, who he is, and his safety. he’s not wearing his coat…

akutagawa grabs the dark coat that sits patiently on a chair nearby. he wraps it around himself and questions if sleep is still a viable option for him.

then your voice hurries from the bed and he returns to your side.

“ryuu, are you going somewhere?” you ponder aloud, noticing the way he grips his coat a little tighter.

“no,” he grumbles.

you stare at him quizzically. he looks so frail and tired standing there so awkwardly. you soften your tone as you reach out to cup his cheek.

“you can keep the coat on. just lay down with me, is that okay?”

he thinks for a moment, then nods and sits back down. the coat is still wrapped around his frail shoulders. you pull your arms around him too.

akutagawa isn’t sure whether or not to love this affection or shun away from it. but it feels so warm, so unfamiliar yet right that he accepts it.

it’s a better alternative than the nightmarish comforts that await him when he shuts his eyes.

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[waifishsniper]

[dmitriene]

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘮𝘢𝘴�� 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘦

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

you've always had mixed feelings about simon's balaclava, the black fabric adorned with a white skull that usually served to hide his identity, but ended up being the thing that sent cold shivers down the spines of numerous people.

it strained, made look closely and think, but not you, you were visited by completely different feelings — tickling, spreading warmth in the very bottom of your stomach, but simon doesn’t need to know about this innocent prank of your mind, does he?

it was stupid to believe so, to hope that his intuition was not developed so strongly as to notice small details, as soon as he put on this mask in front of you — a slight blush, darting eyes and twitching fingertips, hell, he even noticed how your legs fidgeted, like there was already a whole pool in the gusset of your cotton panties, and he fucking loved the thought of it.

he liked to know that you had no idea that he had long ago guessed about your innocent little secret, and even if from time to time you asked a nervous — «wha.. why are staring like that?» the answer was only a little amused — «just looking at my girl, why, is that bad?» for the go ahead, turning your attention from his studying brown gaze to his words, sweet as honey, leaving a light layer of blush on your ears.

oh, stupid, stupid you, even rabbits going into the mouth of a predator are more perceptive, no?

you, in turn, found yourself right under him to be devoured, eyes reminiscent of roasted almonds were lost in dilated pupils and the shadow of a balaclava, a sharp chin and a thin line of bitten, swollen lips displayed the results of long, burning from the inside kisses.

he waited carefully to catch you, surprise you when you returned home from a nearby bar where you been meet friends, chat, share news, informing simon that you would be gone for a while, and receiving more than approving — «course, have fun, lovie, gonna wait you at home»

having returned very late in the evening, you were confused by the absence of the usual figure on the sofa, out of habit, he often spent his time in soft pillows, watching some unremarkable show, but this time you were greeted only by darkness, his shoes were in the shoe tand, and this is the only a mark of his presence, maybe he has already gone to bed?

taking off your shoes and outerwear, you slowly put on warm slippers and walked deeper into the apartment, passing the sitting area opposite the TV and the kitchenette, shuffling along the floor, following to your shared bedroom, allowing him to grin under the dark fabric, — «what a smart girl» was spinning in his head when the handle clicked under the pressure of your fingers and the door swung open, revealing a dimly lit bedroom and a dark figure, simon.

oh, but no, this time in front of you was not your boyfriend, but the one whose name and face are a mystery, and one look makes you shiver, ghost, for some a lieutenant, and for you today’s guide into the darkness, your lips part in an attempt to understand why is he sitting in his signature balaclava, in plain black clothes, does he know? but you fall silent at the first quiet, grumbling tone — «shh, no questions and no word's, wanna only hear you moan, alright? think you can do this f'ghost?» and you just nod, fuck it, he definitely knows.

you understand this by the fact that the fabric does not leave his rough face for a minute, it only lifts up to his nose to press his lips to the warm flesh and leave a hot trail of kisses, greedy bites — a little hastily, rudely, not habitually and not typical of his usual behavior, but so damn tempting.

he prepared everything down to the smallest detail, was firmly convinced that his second identity caused flashes of new sensations in you, and had no problems revealing to you what he was like when he played his role, but he needed to make sure that you would not be scared or feel discomfort , so the rule was extremely simple — «you gonna tap me or call me by my second name if something feels off, okay?»

a languid baritone pulls you out of your thoughts and you nod, seeing his relaxed gaze directed into yours as rough fingertips stroke the skin of your hip, to your waist and back, laying a layer of goosebumps and slowly moving the fabric of clothing out of its way, frowning as if worried, and you rush to calm him down, purring contentedly, expectantly — «i'll let you know, si, promise..»

this is enough to give him permission to press the pedal, speed up his movements and direct his thoughts to the central channel in his head, changing in a split second, and now the gaze looking at you was nothing more than wild, hungry and unusually ardent, here it is, that tickling feeling, slowly migrating through the body and down until it reaches and makes your wet pussy pulsate with intensity, distributing slick throughout the fabric of the already transparent panties.

ghost pounds into you in a fast and powerful rhythm, his muscular body pins you to the sheets and the creaking mattress, you don't have a chance to move as he takes control, placing your knees on either side of your head, exposing your vulnerability in this position, squeezing your legs and holding them the way he needs.

he drives his thick, meaty cock into your tight, slick pussy, feeling how his girth stretching you out and filling you completely, with every thrust his pelvis rubs against your throbbing clit, sending powerful waves of burning waves coursing through your body and all the way down, making your pussy more and more slick.

your mind becomes foggy, your words turn into meaningless babble as the pleasure overwhelms you, drool drips from your lips as you mewl and moan, completely lost in the sensations that ghost inflicts on you, managing your pleasure with professionalism and precision, enjoying your periodic squeaks in moments when the limp tongue in your mouth still connects a couple of words — «a-angh! s'.. so good, si, please!»

listening to your babbles, his own moans of pleasure escape from under his mask — «knew you'll — nnrgh! like it! ghost fucking you good, pretty girl?» as he moves further, his veiled, veiny tip hits your cervix and slides along your gummy walls, relentlessly stimulating your sensitive g spot.

your body is covered with his marks, hickeys and bites that mark your skin as evidence of his possession, your nipples are wet and swollen from his kisses and sucks, aching from the sensitivity and the way the air of the room touches them with each thrust he makes inside you, rocking your body, while you lie there, completely fucked out, your back arches and your eyes roll back in obvious ecstasy at what is happening.

continuing to ravish you with unyielding intensity, the force of his thrusts causes the headboard loudly hit the wall, the sound of the impacts causing a soft knock on the wall from the other side, but neither of you pay attention to it, too engrossed in your carnal desires.

the density of his potent seed filled balls slamming against the bulge of your ass only intensifies the pleasure coursing through your body, his veined tip curling and hitting your sensitive g spot, causing intense sensations that make your body squirm and your walls spasm around you his girthy dick.

his masked face rubs against your neck, his lips slowly move closer to yours, and with a careful touch he kisses you very gently, making you mewl and obediently open your mouth for him in response to a smooth kiss, tongues flying together and muffling any sounds you make, and the excess of all feelings collects light moisture on your lashline.

simon notices the way your salty tears gather on your lash line and a flash of worry goes through his head, but you haven't said a safe word, haven't touched him, so he assumes you want to continue, but still gently kissing your tears away, his warm lips press against your eyelids, a stark contrast to the strong movements of his hips.

they keep snapping forward, the incessant pounding makes your ass red from the sharp slaps of his tight balls and thighs, your tightness squeezing him tighter and tighter, your slick dripping down his cock as he mercilessly abuses your cervix with all his strength, fat tip hits a sensitive spot with pinpoint accuracy, and you can only whimper and sob — «ca.. caann't — uumh! s-sii, gonna c-cum.. cumming!»

barely noticing your sobs as you announce your approaching orgasm, the tight coil in your stomach finally bursts and you're gush hard, your slick and cum covering his cock and the sheets, your thighs wet, the thin fabric soaking as your arousal continues to drip.

he groans heavily — «fuckin' hell, there you go, jus — little bit, love!» feeling the tension of your warm walls suffocating his heavy cock, and continues to move, although now slower, he touches your throbbing clit, adding the final touch of stimulation, and covers your hole with white ropes of his cum, enjoying the feeling of release, stuffing further, filling you with his potent release until it stops leaking, before noticing how your cunt becomes looser, allowing him to slowly slide out, strings of your wetness mixed with his cum stretching from your hole to his cock, leaving a white ring on.

he watches his cum ooze out of you in fat globes, feeling the urge to spread your twitching folds and tease you even more, but he notices the state you're in — exhausted and sensitive, whimpering and sniffling, and his demeanor softens, he turns his attention to comforting you, realizing that at this moment you need care, you need simon.

simon carefully kisses and licks every part of you, enjoying the taste and aroma of your wasted pleasure, while your body goes limp, completely exhausted from the intense encounter, but there is enough strenght for you to reach out tiredly to touch him.

your limp hands shake as you raise them and reach out to touch his face, and he allows you to remove his balaclava, revealing a stern but familiar face underneath, simon nuzzles your cheek fast enough afterwards, leaving soft kisses on your face, gently rubbing your thighs while his eyes dart around, looking for a dry spot on the bed that isn't covered in fluids, and finally settles down at the very edge of the bed.

he gently scoops you up into his arms and gently holds you against his chest, rubbing your back soothingly, feeling your breathing begin to soften as he coos and kisses your forehead tenderly, leaving the image as quickly as he entered, whispering the last couple of words which you hear before passing out, snuggling into his tender embrace — «that's it, you're fine, lovie, your simon is here.. you're fine, pretty girl» ‹𝟹

[orchid3a]

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎, 𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉

―୨୧⋆ ˚ or itadori yuuji proving to be the best boyfriend ever

―୨୧⋆ ˚ content: fem!reader, yuuji and sukuna are twins, yn and sukuna have a beef, mentions of vengeance (yn is going to kill sukuna lol), mentions of flu, yuuji being the greenest green flag ever, nobamaki as hachinana, sukuna's foul language, choso being the older brother, beta-reading (?) ―୨୧⋆ ˚ word count: 1.6k words ―୨୧⋆ ˚ author’s note: woah… it has been a year since i posted a fic of mine lol. well, i just want to start this year popping out my love for itadori yuuji <3, hope you all like this fic, please reblog and comment <3 i have to thank t*kt*k for this idea ―୨୧⋆ ˚ tagging: @blueparadis

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

The only sounds in your room were your sneezes and soft imprecations towards whoever cursed you to stay bedridden on the most important weekend of your nerd life.

The anime convention of the month. You spent so many energies to craft your cosplay, and even managed to make one for your boyfriend, Yuji, so you two could make a couple cosplay. However, here you were, bedridden with a fever of 39°C, while your friends were having fun at the convention.

And you knew who he was, and you would make him pay for his ruining it. You could gamble your allowance that someone was a certain cute pink-haired boy’s twin, a certain mean and annoying twin who hated seeing you and his kind twin happy together.

Your thoughts of vengeance were interrupted, once again, by your nth sneeze, as you sighed loudly, before falling in the soft warmth of the bed. Grumbling, you turn on your side, your hand tasting the night table near your bed. Your fingers met something cold, your phone, as you took it. The screen brightness almost blinded you, you closed your eyes for a few seconds, to make them adjust to the brightness. Once again, you opened it and noticed a few texts from your friends, it seemed that they were having fun at the convention.

Nobara sent you a photo of her and Maki, dressed up as Hachi and Nana from NANA. You almost fawned on how pretty and cool they were, you typed a long message declaring how much you adored and loved their cosplays. You coughed a little, as you saw other messages from your other friends who were there. Honestly, you wanted to cry, it wasn’t fair that they managed to enjoy the convention, while you were in your room coughing and sneezing. You spent days, no weeks, to prepare the perfect cosplay, managing to not spend too much money and sew almost the entirety of the costume, create some of the accessories, and the only thing you had to buy was the wig. You were proud of yourself and your work. Frustrated, you put the phone on the night table once again, before rolling on your side, trying to gain sleep, at least you could do that without coughing or sneezing.

“(-me).”

“(-me).”

You grunted as you rolled in your fuzzy sheets, trying to ignore the voice, however your attempt was a failure as someone stripped them off. Before you could curse him, your eyes met with the brown ones of your boyfriend, Yuji. You blinked a few times, surprised, you didn’t expect to see him, especially after going to the convention for who knew how long. Coughing, you tried to stand up, however, Yuji immediately helped you sit straight and even put a pillow behind your back, so you could stay comfortable. He was such a househusband material, you thought as you coughed one last time.

“Thank you, Yuji.” You thanked him as he gave you the water bottle that was on the nightstand. “Why are you here? Aren’t you tired from the convention?”

The pink-haired boy just grinned at your words, as he proudly showed you three bags, as he put them delicately on your lap. They were quite heavy, and you wondered what it was inside, as you opened one of them and you gasped loudly.

“I was right about you liking my surprise, and now Kusigaki has to give me ten bucks.” He chuckled as he grinned, thinking about the bet he just won, then he pointed to one bag before he added. “I bought you some presents, go on, babe, open them.” He reassured you with the biggest smile ever.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his smile, he sure was able to make you feel better even with just his precious smile. How you wanted to kiss him, but you didn’t want to pass him your flu. You cursed your flu once again for taking away from you the possibility to smooch your pretty boyfriend.

Trusting Yuuji’s words, you opened the first bag and a loud gasp, followed by a cough, left your lips, as your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, your head automatically shifted to your boyfriend, as he was grinning at your reaction.

“Then? I bought the right merch~ Yay! And the others didn’t believe me! Ah, serves them right!” The pink-haired boy just smiled as he waited patiently for you to open all your presents.

Your eyes scanned the content of the bag, noticing all the pins, badges, figures, and acrylics of your favourite characters of various animes and video games you mentioned to him. He didn’t forget one character, never in your previous relationship your exes remembered all this information, you were dumbfounded. Your eyes met Yuuji’s brownish ones, and you swore you could read all the excitement he had because of your surprised expression.

“Yuu… How could you remember all my favourite characters? I mean, it’s inhumanly impossible. Are you an alien?” You asked, blinking twice, as you saw his grin becoming ever bigger.

He scratched his neck as he just mumbled. “Well, you showed me so many times their faces that I just remembered them more than my favourite ones. I was sure that you would like them, knowing that you’re stuck to bed because of your flu and not at the convention.”

Your vision started to blur, as tears threatened to run over your cheeks, you couldn’t believe how could you date someone so amazing and loving as Yuuji. He was truly the best boyfriend ever.

The pink-haired man panicked when he saw your tears as he tried to cheer you up the best as he could, while he dried your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

It took you a few minutes to calm down, and now you were still in the bed, Yuuji with you, as his arms were wrapped around your waist, cheek pressed on top of your head. You tried to stop him, fearing he would get sick, but Yuuji didn’t listen, saying that he couldn’t get sick. After a few more protests, you gave in. How could you say no to him?

While cuddling, you opened the other bags, gasping and thanking profusely Yuuji for the plushes, gadgets and mangas he bought. And of course, you scolded him for spending so much money just for you! You didn’t like that he focused only on you, he should have enjoyed the convention for himself too!

“But I knew that you wanted to go there more than me, of course I had to buy you those things, I didn’t want to see your sad face because you missed out this opportunity.”

You swore your heart was shot by Cupid’s arrow once again, how could Yuuji be so romantic and caring towards you? He was truly a treasure.

A box peeked up from the last bag, your curiosity was picked, as you grabbed the box to discover that it was a Nendoroid. You didn’t recognize the character, nor did you remember ever talking about such anime. Maybe Yuuji watched it, and he just bought it, maybe you could suggest watching it together, so you could understand why he bought that specific character.

Yuuji’s eyes landed on the box in your hands, a sheepish smile blossomed as his cheeks went warm. An embarrassed chuckle left his lips before he took from your hands, before looking fondly at you, then at the character in the box.

“Yuu, why did you buy this character? Do you like her design? I mean, it’s adorable, she looks like a magical girl. “You asked as you looked closely at the character. Only now, you noticed that she had your same hair colour and the same was for her eyes. It was a curious coincidence; however, it wasn’t strange that you shared physical traits with a character, it could happen sometimes.

Yuuji’s smile softened when he saw you looking at the figure, before ruffling sweetly your hair.

“I don’t know her or the anime she is from… I just bought it because she reminds me of you. I thought that if I bought her, I could always have my lovely (Name) always with me, even if you aren’t with me physically.” He concluded, as his cheeks were reddish.

Your heart was once again hit by a Cupid’s arrow as you stared at Yuuji and his red cheeks, and you swore to yourself that sooner or later you would put a damned ring on his finger and marry him.

Suddenly you pulled him in your arms, now your flu the last of your problems, as he was laying on your chest, while you peppered his face with kisses and sweet praises. Yuuji melt in your embrace as he just let you smoother him with affection and physical touches.

And today too, Yuuji proved how much he loved you.

Bonus

A sneeze followed by a cough were enough to anger the fragile temper of a certain pink-haired twin, especially if the disturbance of his pace was his idiotic twin. Sukuna glared at his sick twin, who was laying on the couch, being babied by their older brother, Choso.

Sukuna wondered how stupid Yuuji could be sometimes, as he asked himself how he could be the twin of such an idiot, he was clearly the better one. (Choso may say otherwise, but Sukuna didn’t care)

Another loud sneeze irked Sukuna, as he turned his head towards his twin.“You fucking brat! If you fuck-”

“Sukuna! Language!” Choso screamed.

And another lovely day at the Itadori household began like that.

[anonboyhalo]

HAWKS / KEIGO DRABBLE

pairing: Hawks & Reader (platonic)

summary: Hawks left his house without informing the agency, now that you've got caught, you're being driven to your respective homes when you fall asleep.

warnings: none!

wc: 203

a/n: I wish there was more Hawks & reader instead of x reader… so I did Gods work and made my own lololol. I want this guy to be my big brother;; This is in Keigo’s pov!

It was a silent night as the rumble of the engine soothed the high schooler beside him to sleep. The air was chilly and smelt of the takeout that was sitting in the front passenger seat, the agent who was in the driver's seat was bringing them home. As light posts zoomed past, their beams illuminated Keigo’s face. He raised a limp wrist to shield his eyes, a frown forming on his face.

He didn't think they'd get caught, it was his fault, wasn't it? That kid was just happy to hang out with him, he knew they didn't mean to be so loud, they were just excited. He's probably in hot water with the agency now. What a way to go, Keigo.

He feels rustling next to him. He turns his head to see his intern’s head has fallen onto his shoulder, a smile spreads across his face followed by a soft huff.

His eyes scan over their sleeping face before noticing their Nintendo Switch is still on. Ah, they were playing Undertale weren't they? He gently slips the console from their hands and stares at the death screen.

“Birdie!

Stay determined…”

Keigo lets out a quiet chuckle.

He clicks continue.

[synqiri]

WHO GOT YOU SMILING LIKE THAT?

or, who else is his smile directed at but you ?

PAIRING: sunday, dan heng x gn!reader

WARNINGS: none

WORDCOUNT: 1K || CONTENT: fluff, reader is from the express, sunday's wings, danheng's vidyadhara form

NOTES: THEMMM!!!!

“brother,” robin asks, “has something good happened recently?”

SUNDAY chuckles, shaking his head. “nothing in particular, dear sister. why do you ask?”

she knows it is a lie, yet she does not wish to press, for she has never seen her brother this happy in years. his gaze softer too, his smile more at ease. even now, his eyes dart about the golden hour occasionally, almost hopefully, searching for something — or someone. 

“no reason,” she replies instead. “you simply seem well. i'm glad.”

before he can say much else, robin watches as his attention is drawn away from her, to somewhere behind her back. swiftly, he adjusts his suit and tie (though she knows he despises having to do so in public), and straightens his already impeccable posture.

terribly curious, she turns to look, and finds that it is you.

you are of the astral express, and though she may not know much, she knows you are cherished.

“sunday! robin!” you greet them, a grin on your face, cheerful and bright. “i didn't expect to see you two. must be my lucky day!”

nearly imperceptibly, sunday's wings flutter, and robin can tell he is delighted. she wonders if he himself has noticed — that the moment he had laid his eyes on you, he simply melted.

her brother has always carried himself with a tense, elegant formality, his words and actions as dignified as the head of the oak family should be. but the sight before her eyes is a side of him she has never seen; soft eyes and a fond smile, barely there yet present all the same. 

you chatter, and he lets you, as if he were soaking in your every word, tension alleviating with your mere attention. 

“let's catch up another time, brother,” she tells him, smiling just a tad apologetically. still, it is obvious her presence is no longer needed. “i have another appointment i must attend to.”

he nods, bidding her a farewell, and you huff softly, slightly put out. 

“aw,” you say. “i was hoping we’d have longer to talk. you're almost harder to reach than sunday.”

she laughs. “i was just thinking the same. how about another day?”

excitedly, you agree, offering her your pinky to swear. she accepts easily. she is certain that even if the express has left, if everything happens as it should, it wouldn't be the last she’d see of you.

sunday would make sure of that.

just before she leaves, she catches how her brother draws your attention back onto him, with a childish sort of pettiness she thought he had rid of long ago. 

“i wasn't aware you were such a big fan of my sister's,” he says. “if you wish, i can provide you front row tickets to her next concert.”

you shake your head, giggling, but by then, she is too far away to hear your response. still, whatever you had said to sunday flusters him. his wings flutter once more, positively elated.

he smiles.

recently, DAN HENG has changed.

march has noticed it long ago, and she's sure caelus has too. not only that, she's positive it has something to do with you.

you’re the newest addition to the astral express crew, and she likes you lots. everyone does, really. you're wonderful and brilliant and bright, even if you don't see it yourself. she watches as you make your way into the archives, though she doesn't do the same. she peeks into the tiny window by the door instead.

there it is. she almost squeals. it's utterly adorable, that's what.

dan heng hates company when he's working, a fact march knows all too well. aeons know how many times she got herself kicked out. except, he doesn't seem to hate company all that much when it's you.

“it's me,” you announce as you enter, and he barely spares you a second glance, as if it was there you were always meant to be.

he shifts aside, letting you grab a chair and taking a seat next to him, even allowing you as close as shoulder to shoulder. he's in his true form today. his tail curls around the base of your feet — it doesn't touch you, but it's a damn near thing.

she wonders how exactly you managed such a feat. dan heng is reserved and guarded and whilst he considers the crew his family, she knows there is no one he fully trusts with all his secrets. she can't blame him, but it is the truth. 

yet within months, you have quickly become his closest confidante.

“what are you working on today?” you ask, flipping through the scattered books and documents on his desk. 

he glances over to you, and even from where she stands, march can tell his gaze is impossibly warm.

“penacony,” he says. “there is much i have to cover.”

you nod, though when your attention strays and you meet his eye, you wince. 

“aeons,” you murmur, brows drawn slightly. “did you even sleep last night?”

march watches with a dawning sense of awe when you bring your hands to cradle his face, and he doesn't flinch away. no, on the contrary, his eyes flutter shut, and he leans into the touch subtly. his tail has curled itself around your leg now, snaking all the way up to your waist.

“i… i may have lost track of time last night,” he admits softly.

you huff, squishing his cheeks. “you can't do that. you'll ruin your pretty face.”

for a brief moment, march contemplates snapping a picture of the scene. she decides against it. even she knows this is something much too private to be watching. still, she's a busybody through and through.

he doesn't retort, nor does he do any of the things he usually does.

instead, dan heng chuckles, soft and contented and everything good in the world. he's so utterly smitten it's almost sickening.

march slips away, her next destination caelus's room. that loser owes her a thousand credits.

[maenjiro]

ft. original form sukuna x gn!reader

cw: oral, dumbification if you squint, free use (i'm gonna leave this planet)

sucking off original form sukuna would mostly involve you choking and drooling on one of his cocks while he use the other one to slap your face. sukuna looking down at you with a vicious grin pondering if he should fuck that little cunty mouth of yours or if he should just spare you and enjoy the strangled noise you're making. spit and precum pooling at the base of his cock and your chin. your eyes glassy and rolling back every time he delivers a shallow thrust. he loves reducing you to just his dumb whore, to a mere fucktoy, that he can use to satisfy himself.

but your mouth is not enough to fulfill sukuna's needs completely, you should at least use your hands to jerk him off. his cock resting against your face is throbbing and leaking precum, so he would order you to use his hands on him and there's no room to disobey him. sukuna loves the sound of his balls slapping against you when he is about to cum and moves your head up and down, his hands planted in your hairs… while his other hands guide your hands up and down his other cock waiting to spill all over your face as you swallow the load he's emptying in your throat.

[stellar-skyy]

♡ - LOST & FOUND - Platonic Arlecchino & reader

i. SUMMARY: Hell hath no fury like a parent whose child has been taken from them. ii. CWS & NOTES: description of blood and injury (mildly graphic but not gory), violence, mentions of kidnapping, swearing (like once), implied murder. PLATONIC arlecchino & gn!reader. house of the hearth!reader. angst & slight hurt/comfort. 2.5k words. iv. A/N: i am... so normal about parental arlecchino... so normal... i hope you enjoy because i loved writing this!! i have a little written for an epilogue featuring the lyntwins + freminet reuniting, so stay tuned for that ♡

It had been fifty-eight hours, and twenty-seven minutes since [Name] had vanished.

Freminet sat curled up in a velvet armchair that dwarfed his small frame, with Pers on his lap and his brother and sister flanking each side. They had both refused Father’s offer of a seat, which showed the severity of the situation more than words ever could.

No one ever refused Father. Even she had raised an eyebrow at their sudden rebellion.

“Lyney, Lynette. Defiance will not make [Name] come home faster. Take a seat.” Father sipped her tea, poised as ever. Even with that impassive mask, Freminet still noticed the tension in her shoulders.

He always noticed.

“There’s no need,” Lyney said shortly, adding on a respectful “Father.” as an afterthought.

“What my brother means—” Lynette cut in smoothly. “—Is that we do not want to draw this conversation out any longer than necessary. We only came to get permission to postpone our current assignment and search for [Name]. I’m sure you can see the circumstances are dire enough to warrant such action.”

“I’m afraid I do not, Lynette.” Father placed her cup down and folded her hands over her lap. “They are a very skilled agent, and this mission was hardly out of their ability. No need to compromise your current—and very important, I might add—mission, for trivial matters.”

“It isn’t trivial, it’s our sibling!” Lyney burst out, causing Freminet to flinch. He reached out a hand blindly to settle on Freminet’s shoulder, squeezing it quickly in both a comfort and apology for startling him.

“I would be mindful of your place within this household, Lyney.” Father said mildly, the warning clear. “I have given you a direct order, and you will follow it. Do not stray from your assigned mission. [Name] will be fine.” She paused for a beat. “You are dismissed.”

“That’s it?” Lyney hissed. “So, you’re going to just leave them to die?”

It sounded like less of a question and more of an accusation. Freminet winced, feeling Lynette stiffen beside him as well as they waited for the consequences of Lyney’s bluntness.

Arlecchino rose from her seat, the tension in the air thick enough to choke all three of the siblings.

“I never said that. [Name] will be home in due time.” Her gaze shifted from the left to the right side of the armchair. “Lynette, you will have tea with me later, won’t you?” Father asked, causing the girl to freeze.

She bit her lip, answering carefully. “I may. Maybe if [Name] returns, we can all have tea together.”

“A good plan,” Father agreed, ignoring the quiet angry undertone of her words. “When I see them, I shall invite them.”

“It had better be soon; it’s getting late.” Lynette countered. Freminet’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. Lynette was always better at matching Father’s games. Freminet crumbled under the weight of her gaze, and Lyney wasn’t any better at handling the pressure without his emotions causing him to crack and splinter.

“Lynette, Freminet. Let’s go.” Lyney said sharply.

Throughout the entire exchange, Lyney’s hand had not moved from where it was planted firmly on Freminet’s shoulder, as if he was refusing to let another of his siblings out of his grasp. Freminet might have remarked that Lynette was handling her worry better, but he noticed how her tail kept curling around his leg when they walked into Father’s office. Neither of the three was willing to part with the others for even a second; not when one of their own had gone missing by doing just that.

As he drew back his hand and moved away, Freminet caught his arm.  

“Just… a moment, please. Wait outside, I’ll join you soon.” Freminet murmured, letting go. Lyney pursed his lips.

“Be quick.”

The twins vanished through the doorway, leaving Freminet alone with his Father.

“Freminet dear. You’re hesitating.” Father raised an eyebrow. “Are you waiting for something? Do you want me to give Pers a kiss on the head before I leave?”

Freminet flushed at the memories of holding the toy up to Father when he was young, insisting the penguin deserved a proper goodbye too. “Ahem. I’m not a child anymore… Father.”

“No? Then why are you still here?”

He swallowed awkwardly, forcing himself to look her in the eyes. He met her stare

“I know you’re just as worried as I am.” He said bluntly.

Father’s expression was almost impossible to read, but Freminet managed to catch a hint of surprise at his words. “I see. How did you come to that conclusion?”

It wasn’t denial, nor was it defensiveness. That was a good sign. Freminet continued, “There is a pinch between your eyebrows that you keep trying to smooth over. You’re gripping your teacup much tighter than usual. Your shoulders are tense. And you were far too quick to dismiss the twins’ concerns. You of all people would know that the situation is severe enough to allow a brief pause to their investigation, but you were swift in making sure they were kept as far away from the situation as possible.”

Arlecchino stared back at Freminet silently. She always had that unsettling way of watching him, as if she was picking apart the cogs and wheels spinning in his mind to know exactly what he was thinking.

“Observant as always, Freminet.” Freminet stood up straighter, pink touching his cheeks. “So, tell me this: what am I to do next?”

“You’re… going to find them yourself?” He asked slowly.

“That is correct. I will be.” Father agreed, and something inside him swelled. If only Lyney was still in the room, he would have collapsed with relief. “And what will you be doing?”

“Helping.” Freminet said without a thought.

“Incorrect. You are going to return to your room, go to sleep, and not say a word to your siblings.”

“But—”

“No. You are not involved here.” Arlecchino turned her back on him, looking out the window with her arms folded behind her.

“Father—”

“Do not forget that if you or your sibling’s interference costs me my mission, [Name]’s blood will be on your hands.”

Freminet recoiled sharply, as if she had struck him across the face. Arlecchino refused to lay a hand on any of them, but her words were more than enough to wound them.

“I—”

“I’m not looking for an argument, Freminet.”

Freminet shut his mouth with a click, lowering his head. He forced back the wave of emotions sweeping across him, sinking them so far into the depths of his mind that not even a champion diver like himself would be able to reach them.

“I am looking for an answer.” Father raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Father.” He said quietly.

“Good child,” She murmured, laying a gentle hand on the top of his head. “You are dismissed.”

-----

Arlecchino made her move at the stroke of sundown.

It was disgustingly easy to track them down, and the sheer incompetence only fuelled her rage until it burned brighter than the flames that curled beneath her skin. The assailants were sloppy, leaving plenty of traces for her to find, as if they were waiting for her to find them.

One of her agents had returned with a slip of paper that evening—a ransom note, crudely explaining that they had captured a House of the Hearth agent, and demanding a hefty sum in exchange for their safe return. She had chuckled at that last part. They would be lucky for her to leave them with their lives after what they have done, let alone a reward.

Their hideout was located in a quiet cave near the ocean, with an entrance half-hidden behind a curtain of vines. It was a quaint spot, a cosy place to sit back and watch the sun set over the water. She was sure the view behind her was breathtaking, but she made no move to take a glance for herself.

The vines made way for a long, narrow tunnel, ending with a wooden door. Arlecchino quietly turned the handle, scoffing under her breath when it turned without a key being inserted, and slipped through without making a single sound.

Six were scattered around the dingy room; one woman, five men. Seeming to be aged between their mid-twenties at the youngest, and early-forties at the oldest.

“Have we got a response yet?” The woman muttered impatiently, tapping her foot against the floor.

“How should I know?” One of the men grunted. “We left the note. Eventually it’s gotta make it’s way to the boss herself, and we’ll get the reward.”

“Just gotta be patient,” Another murmured. “Gotta be patient.”

Slightly past them was a wooden cage, secured with a metal lock.

They were in a heap on the floor of the cage, breathing weakly—Arlecchino quietly thanked the Tsaritsa that they were breathing at all—and looked to be passed out.

The fire inside her sang, and she could hardly breathe under the heat of it all.

“How long is this woman gonna take?” The woman rolled her eyes. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Arlecchino chuckled, causing all of the six to jump. “Oh, then allow me to assure you that you won’t have to wait much longer at all.”

Instantly they were on their feet, grabbing whatever weapon was closest. Their expressions ranged from outright fear, to an egregious amount of confidence for how weak they were in comparison to her.

“Knave,” the closest man grinned crookedly. “How kind of you to join us. I’m assuming you’re here for—” he jerked his head towards the figure still unmoving. “—that one?”

“‘That one’?” Arlecchino repeated slowly, drawing her scythe to her side. “I am here for my child.”

Two of the men—the ones closest to the cage—looked at each other nervously. Arlecchino smiled. It was a pity the rest of the group didn’t share the sense to fear her, but they would learn soon enough.

“Well you see, we’ll be happy to hand them over—” the man’s grin widened. “For a price, of course.”

“A price, you say?” She mused. “How about this. You step aside, I retrieve my child, and offer you a quick death. I would say that is more than fair, considering what you have cost me.”

The smile dropped off the man’s face. “That ain’t an option, lady.”

“Then I think you misunderstand.” She took a step towards him, then another, eyes glinting dangerously in the low light. “I wasn’t asking.”

“Boss—” one of the men tried to say.

“Shut it.” the first man hissed, bringing his shovel up in a defensive position. It was almost laughable, how he thought that would protect him.

“You made four mistakes tonight,” Arlecchino said smoothly. The tip of her scythe brushed the floor, sending a loud scraping sound across the walls. All of the people inside the room winced at the sound, but Arlecchino was unfazed as she continued prowling towards them.

“One… you failed to cover your tracks, making it remarkably easy to track you down.” In one swift motion, she lunged. The group barely had time to blink, before her scythe sliced across the chest of the closest one.

There was silence, before the man made a low gasp, bright crimson blood spilling down his shirt. He collapsed forward onto the ground with a thud, and the room erupted into chaos. A scream tore from the throat of the woman, and she dropped to her knees at his side, desperately clutching his shoulders. Arlecchino aimed a quick strike at her back, and she fell against the man heavily.

“Two, you left the door unlocked.” A pair charged towards her, hammers and shovels swinging. She knocked the weapons from their hands with one hit, and knocked them down with a second.

“Three—” One snuck up from behind, quickly tossing a string of rope over her head and around her neck, pulling harshly to cut off her breathing. An elbow in his ribs winded him enough to loosen his grip, and a knock to the head with the hilt of her scythe sent him to the floor. “You brought far too few people to last in a fight against me.”

The final man stumbled backwards until he hit the wall, shrinking against the bricks. Arlecchino walked with slow steps, stalking towards him like an animal cornering their pray. He shielded his face with his hands, in a desperate attempt to protect himself. Once she was about a foot away, she stopped, leaning in close.

“And four.” Arlecchino grasped the man by the throat, digging her nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. “You hurt my fucking child.”

She tossed his body to the side, watching him hit the wall with a thud and collapse to the ground like a ragdoll.

“Pathetic.” She scoffed under her breath, stepping over his limp body. Her anger wasn’t nearly quelled—an inferno is not easily cooled, after all—but seeing them all lying lifelessly across the floor of their own base at least brought some vindication. She turned her back to the man, looking over at her child.

They were curled up in the cage like a trapped animal, rattling breaths ringing through the bars. Arlecchino gritted her teeth at the sight, making sure to step on the nearest captor’s fingers as she walked over. She swung her scythe against the lock, shattering it into bits of metal.

Her hands were gentle in reaching into the cage, hooking a hand under their knees and cradling their back with the other. They made a pained cry, and Arlecchino hurried to pull them out. She held them close to her chest, letting their cheek rest where her heartbeat pounded against her chest. Her face didn’t falter from that stony expression, but inside she was burning with fury.

“My child,” She murmured, more to herself than the shivering form in her arms. There was something dangerous in her tone, a note of warning to the assailants still conscious enough to hear her voice. She kissed their forehead, a tender gesture out of place among the bloodshed. “Didn’t I promise you that while you’re with me, no one can hurt you?”

“F-Father…?” A broken whisper slipped through their lips, followed by a sob, first sinking Arlecchino’s heart then shattering it into two.

“Shh… it’s okay. It’s okay, darling, I’m here.” She crooned, carrying them out of the room and through the tunnel. All throughout the journey through the tunnel and back onto the beach, she didn’t stop murmuring comforts and pressing kisses to their head in the most maternal way she’d ever remembered acting.

“I’m sorry, Father…” they mumbled, cheek pressed against her chest.

“Darling…” Arlecchino hummed, even as the smouldering ashes in her chest began to spark and flicker. “You have nothing to apologise for.”

The night was cold, but her child was a warm weight in her arms. She revelled in the warmth, a gentle reminder that they were still alive.

“We’ll be home soon,” Arlecchino promised, even though they were barely conscious enough to hear her. “Soon.”

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[nishik1]

니키: ౨ৎ 𝐔𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

(𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚? 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄!)

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭! 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐔𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥! 𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

౨ৎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬: 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬>𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬>𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐮

౨ৎ 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨’𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩.

౨ৎ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @seunghancore @gweoriz @nishiriks

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𝟎𝟑.

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[sonder-paradise]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ characters. osamu dazai, doppo kunikida, chuuya nakahara, atsushi nakajima, gn!reader

◊ genre. smau(?), just random crack messages that reminded me of these losers

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

— 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚

— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

— 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

[weird-dere-writes]

Imagine having the most toe curling, eye rolling, back breaking, drool inducing sex. Your mind is hazy, your body is buzzing, the bed is rocking, and the air you breathe smells so heavily of them. You feel as if you are losing all grip of reality as your fav strokes your walls just right, hands caressing you where your nerves are most alight, lips searing as they traverse your skin and murmur huskily into the shell of your ear. Pleasure bleeds into pressure as you feel your form slowly but surely begin to lock up, wound tighter and tighter on the heels of an impending release. Your fav continues to absolutely work you out with each thrust, to bring you closer and closer to nirvana as you let out a shaky breath at the harsh shudder than runs through you.

Just as the knot in you snaps, you see white, and your eyes flutter closed. You tighten around them as your back bows off the bed, opening your hips to them for more as the world crashes down around you. You don’t remember what happens in the next few moments, but your tummy is warm, and there is a pleasant weight on top of you. Now that you lay still and are slowly coming to, you can begin to feel how cool the surrounding air is on the heat that swarms your face. It was crazy, what they could do to you.

You wanted to wrap your arms around your lover, but found you couldn’t. You were boneless at the moment, so that made things kinda hard. With all that oxytocin flooding your body, you found it a challenge to even open your eyes. Not that they seemed to mind. They were very much the same as they laid on top of you, unmoving but still so filled with this sensual energy you couldn't explain. There are no intentions to move any further on either party's side. You are both perfectly sated, at least for now. It's just, very intimate feeling. It's filling.

When you do manage to open those pretty eyes of yours, you find yourself... confused.

Your fav was nowhere to be found. The only image filling your sight was the turning of the ceiling fan above you. Your brows furrow as your brain tries fruitlessly to put things together. Had you been passed out for that long? Was it really that good?

Slowly, you gather the strength to move your hand. To try to slither it across the sheets in search of your personal pussy(gn) destroyer. And upon this attempt, you become even more confused.

Because you realize as you try to move, that their weight is still on top of you. Envelops you. But you don't see their face? Just how are they laying?

You weakly crane your head to look down and see...

Only cloth.

It doesn't look very thick to be this heavy. And then it hits you. Weighted blanket.

You're really starting to wonder how it is you got here. Because you still had a sheen of fresh sweat covering your skin from your passionate session just before. It was almost dizzying.

When you lay back down fully is when you begin to register that cool, wet rag on your forehead.

All the pieces come slamming together when your fav makes their way into the room with a bowl of soup in hand.

You groan, partially frustrated, partially disappointed.

That glorious fuck was a fucking fever dream.

Now all you wanted was the real thing, sickness be damned. You knew it wasn’t happening though.

“I hate it here.”

They sit nearby with a caring look in their eye that you hate to admit dampens those flames of ire within you; completely unaware of the true reason you are a little angy.

“I know, baby. But you’ll get better soon.”

[dmitriene]

ɴᴇᴡ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴.

❝𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦❞ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘰.. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵)

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft, silvery light through the windows of the cozy bedroom you shared with Leon.

Years had passed since the day you first met him and your love had only grown stronger over time, but despite getting engaged, life always stopped the two of you from taking the next step.

Leon's life as a government agent was full of danger and chaos — his missions took him to the darkest corners of the world, and it often seemed as if he was married not to you, but to his job.

You understood his desire to help humanity, but there were times when you wanted something more, something that would strengthen your bond beyond mere words and promises.

That night, Leon returned home from another mission, tattered and tired, he slid into bed next to you, his warmth enveloping you as he pulled you closer.

His hand, heavy and soothing, slid under the fabric of your nightgown, caressing your skin and stomach with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine as his slightly calloused fingers traced patterns across your flesh.

You turned to him, your lips finding his chin to kiss him tenderly — «Hey» you whispered, and your voice was filled with anxiety — «Are you alright?»

Leon's lips touched your neck, kissing and biting your skin, his stubble tickling you deliciously — «I'm more than okay» he muttered into your skin — «I missed you, baby»

His words made you tremble, but before you could respond, he continued in a hoarse, laced with desire voice — «You know, i was thinking about something while i was on this mission»

Your heart quickened, curiosity took over — «What were you thinking?»

Leon raised his head and looked at you intently, his blue eyes shining with something dark, primal, even — «I was thinking about how good you'd look with our baby»

The words hung in the air and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Was he serious? Did he mean what he said?

It was always a distant dream that you both talked about in quiet moments, but reality never seemed closer.

Your surprise must have shown on your face and Leon remained silent in response, instead he silenced your questions with a hungry, possessive kiss.

His lips captured yours and you responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, while he was running his tongue over your lip as he shifted his body, encouraging you to roll onto your back.

There was tension in the air, Leon's hands roamed over your body, awakening your senses, tracing every curve and contour, and his fingers left a trail of fire, so you couldn't help but arch under his touch.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked down at you — «I'm serious, i want to start a family with you, i want to wake up every day and see you and our baby»

Clear tears welled up in your eyes and you reached out your hand to touch his cheek — «Leon, i've always wanted this too» you whispered — «But i didn't want to push you to do something you weren't ready for»

He kissed your forehead tenderly — «I've been ready for a long time, i just had to come to terms with it, realize that there's more to life than just missions and dangers, i want a future with you, a future with our family»

You nodded, and this time your words slipped from your lips in a hoarse whine — «Yes, Leon, please»

Leon looked down at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before a small smile touched the corner of his lips and he leaned down again, gently kissing your forehead.

A wave of warmth spread through your body, relief and happiness mixed in your chest, you couldn’t help but smile widely and reach out to capture his lips with yours in a passionate kiss.

The desire and love between you intensified, your bodies pressed against each other, the kiss became deeper, and Leon’s lips continued their burning trail, moving from your mouth to your collarbone, leaving a trail wet, needy kisses.

His breath danced across your skin, making your body shiver in anticipation and you moaned softly, running your fingers through his hair, urging him on.

Leon's hands roamed over your body, strong and possessive, leaving a trail of warm tingling in their wake, and you felt the heat building between your legs, craving his touch.

With a low growl, he pulled back slightly, his voice hoarse with desire — «I want you, right here, right now»

His words took your breath away, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, unable to formulate coherent words as you were overcome with excitement.

Leons's hands skillfully removed your clothes, the thin fabric of the nightie was thrown to the side, exposing your aroused body to his hungry gaze.

His lips moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and possessive marks, marking you as his, nipping and licking each new mark on your flesh.

As he moved down, his tongue trailed across your collarbone, his hands gripping your hips possessively, his touch, firm but gentle, sending waves of pleasure through your body and arching your back, you silently begged for more, yearning to feel him inside you.

His lips touch yours again, but this time in a more fierce, hungry kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth with insatiable need, intertwining with yours with wet vulgarity.

The kiss deepens, his hand sliding down to the top of your thighs, his fingers finding your wet cunt and he moans into your lips, the feeling of your wetness driving him even further into the rut.

Without hesitation, he thrusts two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them to touch the sensitive spot deep inside, stroking your walls and making you arch into a silent moan.

— «Mhhmgh, pleaseplease, Leon»

The room fills with the sounds of your moans and wet, lewd slurps as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, and Leon's own cock strains in his sweatpants, aching to be released, to release the full weight of his arousal deep into your hole, painting your walls pearly white.

With a sudden, excited moan from his lips, Leon removes his fingers from your throbbing cunt and lifts you up, helping you position your legs on either side of his hips.

The fabric of his sweatpants rubs teasingly against your wet, puffy cunt, teasing and tormenting you as his hands grip your hips tightly, his gaze locked on yours as he releases his leaky cock, positioning his throbbing shaft at your entrance.

His shaft pressed against your smooth, wet folds, running his tip up and down along them, noticing how your little bud was throbbing, and whimpering mewls escaped your lips.

— «Pleasepleaseplease, need you inside s'much»

Your whimpers are interrupted when he enters you in one smooth motion, filling you completely, his throbbing cock bumping with it's tip against your cervix, withdrawing delicious moans from your lips.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and painful need, his thrusts were strong and deep, set to slam against your cervix to fill you, each thrust bringing you inexorably closer to the edge.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts of pleasure, Leon's hands found their way to your wrists, pinning them above your head as he continued to mercilessly thrust into your wet warmth, his voice hoarse with possesive need.

— «Gonna fill you up nice and full sweetheart, make you carry our sweet child»

The unusually rough intensity of his actions and words only fueled the fire inside you, bringing you closer to the edge with each thrust, causing your walls to clamp around him like a vice, sucking him deeper, like your womb itself begged for his cum.

The room was filled with the smells of sweat and sex, the sounds of your bodies merged into a symphony of desire, you felt a cnot of intense pleasure contracting inside you, ready to unravel at any moment, every time his tip bumped deliciously against your cervix.

With a quiet groan, Leon picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more insistent and faster, slamming his balls into the already reddened flesh of your ass as his cock throbbed, hinting to the two of you of his approaching orgasm, while your stuffed cunt squeezed around his shaft.

He plunged deep inside you, burying himself in exactly that delicious spot when his body trembled with relief when he spilled his seed, stuffing your pussy deep inside with ropes after rope of his hot cum, marking you as his, making sure that you'll definitely take it all, lazily thrusting with rolling hips the last few times.

The feeling of his climax sent you over the edge, and your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, consuming your senses, making you mewl desperately and arch your back with shooking legs.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Leon collapsed next to you, both of you panting, bodies still intertwined as the remnants of his cum dripped down your thighs.

He pulled you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you as one of them found its way to your stomach, stroking it and the slight bulge, his voice full of love and satisfaction — «I love you and can't wait to start a family with you»

You smiled, nuzzling your nose into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace, giggling quietly from the unexpected feeling of satisfaction — «I love you too, Leon, our future is going to be amazing»

And with that, you both fell asleep, curled up in each other's arms, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, no matter how difficult.

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