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"come on, i’ll bandage you up." courier six -> mars

SPONTANEOUS INTERACTION (OR A POTENTIAL PROMPT; I CAN'T SEARCH ON MOBILE ^^;)

There was a deep wound both within the Legionnaire's body and her pride. The sense that she be stranded, unable to help herself to her feet, only to be found by the Courier. The one who had earned the privilege of whispers amongst the ranks. The privilege—or perhaps curse—of Vulpes and Caesar's eyes upon them.

That sense of shame only deepened at the realization of her entire life's work being put at risk with the tending of her wounds. The only one who had known Mars was a woman was the spymaster himself.

He had found out, humorously, through similar circumstances. An all too revealing wound that, even when within the privacy of the abandoned bathroom, could not escape the cold gaze of Caesar's right hand.

Still, it was not like a defense could be made. Breaths grew raspy with each attempt to reach the abandoned weapon just beside her. Light eyes narrowed, brows knitting closely together as the mask upon her nose began to fall. Her questions could wait, she supposed.

"... Very well. If you—" a pained noise. The clenching of her jaw. "—If you truly must."

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Suffer Pt. 6 | Lucifer x Reader

(This series is complete! All parts are listed on my master list and are linked below!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

A single anon request and a 56-page Google doc later, this is the last part, my friends. Thanks to everyone who's been so invested in this, this turned into a bigger project than I thought it would lol But! I'm so glad everyone's been enjoying it, and I hope y'all like the ending! I'm sorry for all the cliffhangers along the way haha (not really)

An extra thank you to the anon who requested a simple babysitter fic and ended up inspiring this whole deal!

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It’s almost been a year since you arrived to the hotel. You arrived when the building was in less than pristine condition, and just a few new guests had arrived. It was a few days after you saw Charlie’s interview on the news, that being what brought you in, despite it’s failure. You were just happy to see her face after all that time. Yet, above the cluttered space and the holes in the walls, there was a more malevolent scheme being hatched.

Any soul who might pass the princess’s room would be bombarded by curses, screams, and growls that sounded less than human. So, most the hotel residents decide it best to avoid that corridor. But not our trusty hotelier. His hand reached for the handle, after deciding that making a bold entrance might not be the best idea. His motion was put to a quick halt by a flurry of curses coming from the other side of the door. Alastor didn’t realize Charlie held such a..colorful vocabulary. Despite that, he went on.

He was greeted with a sight that, unfortunately, wasn’t new to him. An intricate web of red thread connected to pins, all scattered across a once pristine wall. It all connects a collage of images, some that he recognized, some that looked like nonsensical scribbles. The view is obstructed by a furiously pacing princess of Hell. Mumbling completely incoherent complaints, she doesn't notice the opening and closing of her bedroom door.

Alastor, being the sadist he is, props his stance with his microphone, his forced smile unmoving. He enjoys the view for a moment before finally clearing his throat to bring her attention to him. She nearly stumbles over her own feet, ready to scold him for materializing into her room, despite the fact that she was just too out of it to see him walk straight in.

“Al! Good! I need another pair of eyes, come here, come here, look!” She approaches him faster than he expects, and he’s ready to reel away, but is unfortunately hooked around the neck with Charlie’s disturbing strength. With an arm around his shoulders, she drags him forward to examine the wall, as if it made sense to anyone other than her. She starts talking nonsense, again. Something about friendship and Heaven, things he never really cared about. Things he usually tuned out whenever they came up. He only seems to partake in the conversation once he heard your name.

“Alastor.. She’s one of our first guests. I honestly can’t believe anyone showed up after that terrible interview I had earlier, I’m worried i’ll mess things up, again! I mean, all of Hell already thinks i’m a joke.. I just- really need this to go well.” Her mood seems to calm, but to a state of despair. Alastor let’s out a symphahetic awe, patting the top of her head.

“Aw, our poor princess. I understand your concern, my dear, this hotel must mean quite a lot to you.” He faines a sympathy that only convinces Charlie because of her state of disarray.

“Of course it does! And she’s already so kind, I’m sure she’s close to redemption! Maybe this will be a quick one! A-and we don’t even know it, right? That has to be it!” She seems to be reassuring herself, only to be met with an unresponsive radio demon. She groans. Dragging her feet as she walks to the edge of bed, She sits down and lets her head fall into her hands. 

“I really need this to work. I’ll do anything for this to work..” It was a quiet mumble, muffled into her palms, but Alastor heard exactly what he wanted to hear. His grin twisted, something Charlie didn’t see, as he sits at her side. He gives her a quick pat to her back, in some form of comfort.

“Charlie, dear, I understand how much this little project means to you.. I do. And I want nothing more than to witness you trying as hard as you can to keep it up.” Even if it fails. Charlie looks up to him, the bags under her eyes suddenly very apparent. “How would you feel about a little deal? Just a small one, no souls on the line, I guarantee.” 

She’s been warned by Vaggie in the past. Actually, his entire reputation is enough to make her uneasy by the idea. but… 

“I-I don’t know. What did you have in mind..?” She asks reluctantly. He let’s out a chuckle that almost sounds sinister.

“Believe it or not, our little guest and I have a bit of a history.” You can barely call it a history. You served him and Rosie on occasion when you were working in cannibal town. “I’d be delighted to oversee her safety and process to redemption! It’s just as you said, she’s already a gem, Heaven is waiting for her, I can feel it. This will be a breeze for the both of us.” His offer comes off as sincere and touching to Charlie. It wasn’t like him to openly mention his relationships with other demons yet, the idea of you having a close friend throughout this process might just be what you’re missing.

“That’s so sweet of you, Alastor, but.. What do you want from me?” She has to ponder a moment before even considering letting this go on any further.

“Well, you’ve given me a roof over my head and.. A tower for my broadcasts.. Hmm..” He taps his chin, as if he’s in thought. “I’m not quite sure I’ll need from you at the moment, since you’ve just been so hospitable already.” He places a hand to her shoulder, the kind words causing her eyes to well with tears a bit in her weakened state.

“There has to be something.. Well, maybe we can both think this over, once I have a clear head.” She sighs her words, standing from the bedside. Alastor takes her hand and brings her to a halt.

“Oh, but I’d love to get to work as soon as possible, if I may be so bold.. I’m not quite sure what you could offer me in this moment… How about we work out the details, later?” He speaks as if he’s coming up with these words on the spot. He’s had this planned since day one, though. Any chance to get a favor from the princess, he’ll take. Charlie turns to him and sees the strange green glow surrounding their hands. She attempts to pull away, but his grasp is tight.

“Well.. I mean…” She’s still hesitant. He watches her rub her eyes. The still relevant exhaustion gives him a bit of hope.

“It’s simple. I’ll do everything in my power to keep our little guest comfortable and on the path to redemption, no acception. In return, I’ll ask of you one single favor when the time comes.” The glow only continues to swell with his words, and it's clearly making her reconsider. “It’s not as serious as you may think, Charlie. Just a favor between friends, really.” Friendship seemed to strike the right tone.

“I guess.. If it’s for the hotel… Okay, Alastor. It’s a deal.”

-

Back to the dreaded fight just a few months later. You're seeing red.

“Charlie! You made a deal with Alastor?? What were you thinking?” You’re scolding her at this point. The situation barely had time to cool down before your worries began to kick in. Her horns and ruby eyes are still present, she hasn’t even had time to calm herself from the previous display. Lucifer is essentially holding you back, a hand across your front as you try to approach her. It hurts you a bit. Does he think you’re some kind of danger to her?

..Are you putting her in danger?

Alastor is still propped on the ground. He holds a hand around his neck, in hopes of soothing the aggressive collar that had materialized around it just moments ago. You’re all keeping your distance from eachother.

“I-I wasn’t! I wasn’t thinking! It was after the interview! You saw it, you know didn’t go well! I-I had all of Hell laughing at me, laughing at the hotel- He was offering help, I have no idea why he’s acting this way, I swear..! I.. I-” Charlie’s demonic features start to recede when she feels a hand on her back. With heavy breaths, she looks over to Lucifer, who was standing by her side now, ready to comfort her. With a small hiccup, she falls into his arms, gripping his shirt tightly as she did. Her head fell to his shoulder, thoroughly staining his vest with her tears.

The room is uncomfortably filled with her silent sobs. Your heart aches too much looking at the touching display between father and daughter, and your guilt from snapping at her is making you fidget. That’s when you got to thinking.

The deal was for Alastor watch over you until you got to Heaven. For him to do anything in his power to keep you on the path to redemption. To prevent any behavior that might stunt that process..

“Oh.. oh, my god. You’ve been buttering me up this whole time.” You turn to face a still recovering Alastor. The realization grabs the attention of both Morningstars, they raise their heads to look towards the commotion. “The gifts, all the time we spent together.. Was because of this deal? Did.. did you ever actually care about me?” You grip at your heart, ready to rip it straight from your chest. He stands, brushing debris from his entirety.

“I doubt you’ll believe me after such a display of violence, but.. Yes. I did enjoy our time together, despite the requisite of being under my protection. It was quite entertaining before it was… tainted.” His hisses out his final words, contrasting the sweetness of it all. Tainted?

He was kind to you as soon as you arrived in the hotel. Despite the drama, you’ve been inseparable since. Things only got convoluted after.. 

“Under your protection..? Is that why you’ve been turning me away from Lucifer?! Fuck- it is! You’ve been playing games with me for months! Getting in my head..! H-How could you..” He hasn’t just been physically keeping the two of you apart. From day one, your mind was manipulated into thinking Lucifer never wanted you.

“Well.. not to defend myself, dear, but I was merely considering your redemption. I believe there’s some sort of sin in worshipping the Devil.” Oh, now he’s just trying to make more trouble.

“Oh, fuck you Al, I don’t worship him, I love him!” Your comical response seems to drive a shocked expression or two towards you. But you’re too upset to elaborate. You want to tear him apart. You want to see him experience as much pain as you’re feeling now. Luckily, you weren’t the only one. In a blur of a movement, Alastor was brought back to the ground with a thud.

A foot to his chest, Charlie has him pinned to the ground. Her fists are clenched, the aura surrounding her creates a suffocating heat.

“You took advantage of me, Alastor. You betrayed my friends, my family.. My trust.” Despite the demonic tones underlying her voice, it still sounds pained. You didn’t know she could do this, but her clenched fists become encased in fire. Just like her fathers’.

You’re surprised to see him lurking behind, but not attacking. After all you’ve seen, you were sure he’d have ripped Alastor’s head off at this point. His eyes widen, a display of fear you werent expecting. You follow his gaze to see Charlie holding a familiar angelic spear to his neck.

You hear an unearthly growl come from her chest, and before you can think, your arm is wrapped around hers. You can feel the resistance, realizing you had stopped her right as she was about to put an end to it all. Put an end to him.

“Charlie! Stop!” You yell out. You have to do it once or twice more, your words not quite reaching her yet. Once she turns to you, her eyes are still dripping with tears. “Charlie, don’t. This isn’t you. You’ll regret it, I know you will.. I know you.” You’re begging her to stop. As you feel the muscles in her arm start to relax, you reach for the spear and pull it gently from her hands. She releases her grasp without a fight.

You usher her off, glancing back to Alastor for a moment to see his wound had reopened from that. He had an obvious slash across his neck. You gulped, realizing how close she was to actually killing him. She places her hand over yours, where your arms are still linked.

Charlie let’s out a sigh, looking to her shaking hands, then clenching her fists. She looks to you, then back to Alastor.

“But.. everything he’s done to you… It’s not right, I’m not sure I can forgive him..” She’s speaking quietly to you.

“Well.. You don’t have to forgive him. But he doesn't deserve to die, Charlie.” You state the obvious and it makes her flinch. “And.. you should let him stay.” You hear a collective What? from the room.

“I know I know.. but… this whole place is about second chances. I.. think he can change. And even though, he is being such a dick right now-” Your voice is cracking, as if you can hardly believe your own words. “-I still believe it. You taught me that.” You smile up to Charlie. After a moment you turn your head to Lucifer, meeting his eyes. He looks more in shock than anyone, almost hurt by your act of mercy. You’re surprised by his expression, not realizing Charlie had slipped from your side to approach Alastor.

“She’s right, you know. I can’t forgive you, Alastor. Not yet, at least.. But you’re welcome to stay here, considering all the help you’ve done for the hotel.” She sounds stern, still not entirely convinced this is the right call.

“Yeah, some help you’ve been, you prick..” Those are the first words Lucifer has muttered in awhile. You approach his side to jab him with your elbow and shush him. Despite your scolding action, your presence only reminds him of your previous confession. He crosses his arms and continues to curse quietly, despite his flushed cheeks. Charlie steps closer to Alastor.

“You’re still here, because of her.” Charlie’s voice goes dark as she gestures to you. “That favor I owe you? Is letting you live. This deal is done, Alastor.” She hisses her words out. The intensity and anger radiating from two of the most powerful creatures in Hell is enough to leave even Alastor a bit weary. He nods, still gripping his wound that has been repeatedly opened these past few days. Other than that, he slinks away with barely a scratch. Lucky him. 

Once he’s out of sight, Charlie let’s out a groan and falls to her knees. With a unison call of her name both you and Lucifer rush to her side. You place a hand on her back, attempting to keep any displaced hair from her face. She leans into Lucifer’s chest, a heartaching sight of sniffles and apologies.

Before long, she seemed to exhaust herself. Curled up to his chest, Lucifer smiles, despite the circumstances of their closeness. He lifts his eyes just slightly to see yours. You look embarrassed. Before he has a chance to question you, you rise from the ground.

“You should take her to bed.” You say in a hushed tone, gripping your arms and making some distance. “She needs some rest after.. all that.”

“Sure, but.. are you-” He speaks just as softly, opening a portal behind him silently.

“I’m fine. I’m-” You let out a sigh, beginning to move towards the stairs. “She needs to rest, Lucifer.” You remind him.

“Oh- Oh.. Right, yeah.” He rises to his feet, effortlessly lifting Charlie into his arms and stepping through the portal. You try to keep moving. You try to not meet his eyes as the portal shuts, but you find yourself unable to go on. Once they’re gone, you cover your mouth, only making your labored breaths worse, but you’re desperate to muffle any cries. You feel yourself wobble in place, before seeing a portal open to your side. It leads to your room.

After stepping through, you silently approach your bed. Your legs suddenly turn led, and you're hitting your bed with a gasp. Your exhaustion is enough to keep your sobs to a minimum at least.

-

The feeling you have when you wake up is worse than any hangover you’ve had. With alcohol you can at least forget your troubles. But on this morning, you can vividly remember the previous night. You sit up, your body aching. You only wonder why for a moment, before realizing you had fallen asleep sideways across your bed, your legs still dangling off the side. You still need sleep.

You remove any uncomfortable clothing or accessories that had pressed marks into your body and return to bed. The right way, this time. Your pillows feel like heaven after all that’s happened. Heaven..

You try your best to sleep, you really do. Your body is essentially begging you to empty your thoughts just for a few more minutes. But your mind is sending you tossing and turning, any times you close your eyes, all you can imagine is everything you've done wrong. Your eyes drift open after trying to force them shut, and your eyes spot the radio on your nightstand. You sit silently for a moment, maybe try to close your eyes again..

Nope.

Before you have a chance to process every movement, you’re opening your door and thoughtlessly throwing the radio outside. You don’t care where it ends up, clearly. You were waiting to hear it break, into multiple pieces hopefully, before shutting your door. You’re met with a startled groan instead. Taking a moment to process that you had thrown an old-timey radio at someone, you stand at your door with a yawn.

The panic hits you. It could’ve been Alastor, assuming he stayed. It could’ve been Charlie, who doesn’t need any more conflict. You could’ve taken out Niffty as far as you know. Swinging the door open, your eyes see the radio first. They’re wrapped in your victim’s arms.

“Good catch.” You let out hoarsly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to clearly see Lucifer.. It could've been worse. He let’s out a breathless thanks, clearly having the air knocked out of him. You definitely didn’t hold back with that throw. And it wasn’t exactly a lightweight radio.

“Er.. Sorry. I meant to say sorry.” You try to recover, your words are followed by another yawn. You watch him drop the radio into a small portal he conjured below his grip.

“Good morning to you, too. I was, uh.. about to check on charlie, but-” He’s ready for a conversation that you aren’t. You quickly shake your head, pulling your door in.

“Nono, I need some time.. To wake up. I’ll see you around, though.” You didn’t expect him to perk up from his words, but he does. His smile is infectious. You watch him give you a little wave before shutting your door. You lean against it, your smile that you had been presenting to him, leaves you almost immediately.

There’s so much on your mind. You scan your room, memories of Alastor popping up no matter where you looked. Every chat you’ve had in here, every moment you’d call him in for advice for clothes or accessories, all the nights you’d fall asleep listening to his voice. Your eyes stopped at your vanity seat. Draped across the back is a bittersweet sight, your gifted red sweater. You finally rise to your feet, quickly reaching for it and holding it tightly in your hands. You hesitate before bringing it to your nose. You’re not sure why. Why would you want to remind yourself of anything involving him? Did you think that same scent that’s brought you comfort so many times would have the same affect? You give it a shot.

Hesitantly breathing in, you’re immediately reeling back, throwing the sweater down to your ground. Your hand covers your nose, that sickenlingly sweet honey scent now smells like rotten flesh. Like road kill. You need some air. Digging out a different sweater, one you haven’t had to use in months, you decide you just need to walk around for a bit. The hotel was big enough that you could safely avoid any unwanted attention. Plus, you were sure Alastor’s pride was too wounded to freely roam the hotel. And his other wound.. You hope he’s okay.

You groan out loud, mentally cursing yourself for your sympathetic thoughts. You make your way down to the lobby, and are met with a surprisingly clean lounge. You scan the walls that were previously cracked, the carpets that should be stained with blood, then wonder where Vaggie’s suddenly conjured spear might have gone. What would have possessed Charlie to choose such a weapon.. an angelic spear? She didnt really want him dead, did she? She's emotional. And extreme. Like her father. You decide not to question it any further. It’s not like you were upset by the erasure of the previous night's events.

-

A day or two passed. Your mind seemed unwilling to accept the reality you're currently in. You're anxious, and paranoid to any sentence thrown your way. You're constantly looking around corners, checking all parts if your room before locking it for the night. Yet, if someone were to ask what was making you so nervous, you wouldn’t have an answer.

You found yourself taking those little strolls often, though. Keeping your body in motion, with only the sounds of your breathing keeping you company, seemed to clear your mind. It never helped come to terms with any seething pain you felt, but it cleared your mind at the least.

You'd pieced together a few things in the meantime. After passing the bar, where Angel and Husk were chatting, they would smile and wave, ask you join them form a drink, but you’d decline. Neither of them seemed to know about anything. Maybe Niffty cleaned the mess. Maybe Alastor asked her to. Before anyone could see the outcome of his mistakes.

You passed Vaggie in a hall, and she immediately looked concerned. She opened her mouth, an Are you okay? sits on the tip of her tongue. But then she looked at you. Your body only mirrored the fog of your mind, baggy eyed and wrapped in some blanket as you roamed the halls like a damned ghost.

“Hey, um- it's.. it's gonna be-" you held your hand up to her.

“I know. Thank you.” You smile, the action stiff, considering you hadn't used those muscles in awhile. Vaggie knew. That was fair, though. You were glad Charlie had someone to confide with. You walked on after she gave a hesitant goodbye wave.

One night, when your body had taken over and you were wandering aimlessly, you realized where you ended up. Not only were you standing in front of Lucifer's workshop, he had already spotted you through the window on the door. He opened it before you could fully take in your surroundings.

“Hey..” You let out softly. What else are you supposed to say? You didn’t come prepared. You feel embarrassed standing in front of him, realizing how much of a mess you must look. You're not even sure what part of your mind made you end up here.

He doesn't respond at first, another speechless moment letting your mind wander. He opens the door more, offering his space to you. You look at him and he smiles before you shuffle inside. You take in the sight. You haven't actually seen it, considering your circumstances after the hotel was renovated.

“It looks nice in here.” You say quietly, your voice cracking just a bit. You walk through, tracing your fingers along desks and tables, stopping and looking at family photos on occasion. You looked to Lucifer’s smiling face in a picture where he was lovingly holding his wife and daughter. How did you end up like this?

“Oh- um.. thank you, it's more than enough space for me, but, uh.. it's nice.” His voice sounds unfamiliar as it snaps you from your mindset. He moves to his main bench, which is slightly elevated by a platform that connects to the windowed wall. You eventually make your way around, standing near him.

“Are.. you… How are you..?” You listen to him struggle to form such a simple question, and yet you have an equally hard time trying to respond. Obviously, you were crushed. devastated by the betrayal and overwhelmed by everything else.

“I'm okay.” You reply thoughtlessly. It was your go-to answer. You hear a muffled chuckle and look over to him. He's blocking the laughter with his fist in front of his lips. Is he laughing at you?

“Sorry sorry, I just.. know that you're lying. You've done this before, don't forget how much time I've actually spent with you.” You want to scold him for acting so bold, for saying he knows you better than yourself, but..

You're leaning against the table in one moment, and before you know it, you're hoisted to sit on its top. You felt like a relief you didn't realize. Your feet were aching. How long were you walking the in the halls today? The sensation of his hands planted on your waist. to steadily bring you to the counter, lingered after he had removed them.

“I used to see you wandering around back home- at the mansion, I mean. usually after a tough day. But it's been a few days, so I just thought you might be-”

“Why are you so calm?” Your sudden question made him visibly finch. "You were tricked, too, you know. He tore us apart. How can you be handling this so well?” Your voice starts to turn agitated. You weren't sure why you were taking it out on himm, but you both knew in the moment that this was the first time you’ve let any emotion out since the fight.

“It's like some.. malevolent force is constantly tearing us apart. One moment I'm happy, I'm in love, I'm smiling- then the next, you're just gone. and everything else that keeps me sane goes with it.” You feel a flood of tears beginning to well. Tears that you should've been letting out days ago. “Is this some kind of fucking curse? Why can’t things just be easy..? A-Are we just doomed?” You're wiping your face clear, your words becoming sloppy and hoarse.

“Maybe.” Your head lifts to see him, still calm as before, but with a solemn look on his face. “But, we keep finding eachother, right? And all the good times.. they'll stay good, won’t they?” You nod your head reluctantly.

He approaches you, with a hand on your shoulder, he's wiping away tears with the other.

“Honestly? I'm not handling this well at all. You're right, the universe has done nothing but tear us apart and hurt both of us. And I’m just about ready to tear Alastor limb by limb. I want Charlie to be okay.. I want to keep you by my side and never let you out of my sight this time.” You see his emotions range throughout his words, his eyes flashing red for a moment. He calms himself down, running his hand down your arm to hold your hand. You don't resist.

“But, you made some good points back there. And I just thought.. if you're strong enough to let that prick live, after everything, then.. Maybe I-I.. I'm trying to be strong.” He sounds almost embarrassed to admit it, and the comment on your strength leaves you a bit red in the cheeks. “You've always been so strong, darling. I just wish you'd tell me how you're really feeling.. I miss talking to you. Not this.. empty shell.” His words stung and he knew it as soon as they slipped from his lips.

“W-wait, no, I mean..”

“It’s fine, you're not wrong.. Jerk.” You share a little laugh with him, the mood lightening for just a moment. “Lucifer, I'm.. I'm so tired.” You let out weakly. That barely scratches the surface of everything. It's as if your mind was boiling over, with all the thoughts of Alastor turning sour, and the thoughts of redemption suddenly in question, not to mention all those feelings of Lucifer that were repressed until just recently. You want Charlie to be okay. You want things to be normal, but.. you're not quite sure what normal looks like. You wish you could say all this to him.. it’s hard to put it to words. But you're trying. He makes you want to try harder.

You feel a gentle hand holding your cheek, bringing your blurred thoughts to clarity and meeting eyes that left you breathless. When was the last time you've looked in his eyes? A blush forms across his cheeks, your gaze seems to fluster him. He clears his throat, getting his mind back.

“You're not okay. But.. You will be. I promise.” With a wry smile, you let the weight of your head fall into his palm.

Your eyes meet. He leans in and you feel his arms snake around yout waist. Looking back, you're almost embarrassed by the way you leaned towards him, eyes shut, head tilted, your lips just slightly parted. You were startled by the feeling of his head resting on your shoulder. He only pulls you closer after he feels your breath start to deepen, his hands gentle across your back. You finally return his touch, digging your nose into the crook of his neck and gripping tightly at his shirt.

It used to feel like, if you let go, you'll never hold him again. God, how the possibility scares you. But.. it feels a little different this time. You weren’t worried about him disappearing, this time.

You’re so comforted by his presence, you let yourself fully relax to him. You open your eyes just slightly, blinking out some tears that still remained, thoroughly ruining his top. You pull away, meeting his eyes again.

You feel as if you were close to forgetting this side of him, but you recognize this face. You saw it the night you first kissed him. You saw it after seeing him at the hotel for the first time, then when he decided to sweep you off your feet for a little date. You saw it after every little date that followed. You realize he's never stopped looking at you this way.

“I love you, too.”

-

I had to put that worship the devil in there it just made me laugh so sorry if that seemed out of place lol

And not to fear my friends,

I plan on making a little epilogue about how everyone's recovering, and some sweet, yummy, fluffy goodness to top it off.

Again, Thank you all so much for your support! :)

I'll be working on some requests next, and some more vamp Luci! Kind of in love with that guy ngl

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do you think Rocket could've used more "tech genius" moments in the movies? For someone supposedly smarter than Stark, it's not actually really shown..

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and i'm turning this into

headcanon 18 ˚₊‧✶

a standard disclaimer: i am highly biased in the fact that i am like “every scene should have 100% more rocket, even scenes that are already rocket”

but i think two things are going on here

the first is that i think as a general audience, we read tony’s genius more easily than rocket’s (and yes this is a cultural indictment). tony spends a long time making a pretty iron suit with his bruce-wayne-money and some cool weird holographic touchscreens in a shiny lab, and people pick up on that more easily than rocket scavenging parts from the milano to make a bunch of bombs and a moon-killing firearm in five minutes (tantamount to less than a second of actual screen time) because it’s quick and grimy and he just keeps them in a dirty box. audiences are classist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and im making this assertion because we do it all the time with real-life geniuses too

this relates to my second point which is that i think that “tech genius moments” probably don’t play well with a general audience when there are “too many” of them, and that in the main trilogy the writers relied on a lot of narrative cues that the audience was meant to pick up (but didn’t, or didn’t in quite the same way that they did with tony because again — pretty shiny lab vs dirty box) & we’re supposed to use those to attribute intuitive technological, strategic, and piloting genius to rocket

let’s break it down! (because im up early && work doesn’t start for another hour)

in volume one, when rocket breaks everyone out of the Kyln im pretty sure we’re meant to read that as a sequence establishing him as the tech & strategic mastermind of the group. i think that is meant to be confirmed in the sequence where in like five minutes he’s salvaged a ton of parts from the milano to make his box-o-bombs & the hadron enforcer, which is the weapon that makes the end of volume one possible, having been used to knock out ronan initially and to break the stone from the cosmi-rod or universal weapon or whatever. (keep in mind he repaired the hadron enforcer within moments of crashing the warbird into the dark aster, crashing the aster into a planet, losing his best friend, getting tossed around by the cosmi-rod, AND having only the resources available to him on a crash-site/battlefield. i do wish we’d gotten more of THIS sequence but like i guess we had to make time to watch chris pratt dance. whatever; i guess i get it from a cinematic standpoint — a classic “it was your story all along but the studio wanted us to focus on starlord” situation)

in volume two, every tech advancement the team has is directly or indirectly credited to rocket. the aero rigs being the main one, i think? but there’s also the mines in the berhert forests with the yondu clan, a conflict where one lil guy almost beat a hoarde of ravagers all by his lonesome due to his strategic genius (and i suspect still would have if not for the unexpected addition of nebula). we also have the dialogue with quill where he asserts that he’s a piloting genius. and rocket’s genius is once again the main reason they win the fight — his ability to create the battery-bomb in like twenty seconds or less.

in volume three, we see him invent gravity boots, we’re meant to attribute the creation of the bowie and presumably the entire speaker system threading knowhere to him (im not sure but possibly also the ocular cannon and some other other knowhere shit??). he’s responsible for all nebula’s upgrades (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) which are FANCY. and even though he’s just a babby, we see him solving complex equations, resolving problems the high evolutionary struggled with, crafting a key out of stolen odds-and-ends, and piloting a spacecraft he’s probably never even seen before.. additionally the gravity boots circle back around and are key in his overcoming the high evolutionary (through a combo of tech skill & strategic genius)

i think, narratively speaking, this is a solid amount of “genius establishment” with the time we had, imo. if we made the movies longer to add in more genius moments, i would not complain, though!

THAT SAID. look infinity war and endgame treated our boy so badly. SO badly. i feel certain that given five minutes in Nidavellir he could’ve figured out another way to get that forge up and running. I think we see rocket with the science bros working on the gauntlet (a dynamic i would quite have enjoyed more if) and working on… maybe he’s prepping the benatar for the time heist? I can’t remember, but it’s when he gives stark the classic “you’re only a genius on earth” line. but iw/endgame didn’t give a fuck about the guardians (i get it, i get it, it was the send-off for the og avengers, whatever) so it’s a lot of weak shit and i do wish we had more things establishing him as the true brains of that outfit lol

ANYWAY that’s all my thoughts!! thanks for this really fun ask!!!

[cilil]

"I want to feel," Míriel said, "and to let go without worry." 

As soon as those words left her mouth, she could see that her lady understood what desires she had hidden in her heart. Vairë let out a small hum and pulled on a thread she had been spinning with two fingers, holding it in front of her. 

"I can give that to you, if you wish."

"How so?" Míriel fearlessly held her gaze when the Valië's eyes lit up with something akin to excitement. 

"I could turn you into my next masterpiece."

✦ ⁺ ‧ Day 7 ⁺ Vairë x Míriel ✦ ⁺ ‧ Synopsis: Vairë offers to comfort Míriel and takes care of her in more ways than one. ✦ ⁺ ‧ Featuring/prompts: Femslash, friends with benefits, emotional/therapy sex, bondage/shibari, oral (female receiving) ✦ ⁺ ‧ Warnings: Smut ✦ ⁺ ‧ Writer challenges fulfilled: 5, 6 Also available on AO3

AN: And for the final day of @silmsmutweek I present to you some beautiful femslash. I'm so glad this pairing got first place on my poll. Enjoy!

It was with one final stitch and a crimson thread that Míriel finished yet another masterpiece for her lady, and she took a step back to admire the tapestry. She could hear the gentle, soothing sounds of weaving and spinning behind her as Vairë worked, her many hands always busy and ever moving, but she felt her gaze resting on her, her interest piqued by the completion of her work. 

In front of Míriel, woven into the eternal webs of the Valië through their shared efforts, was the image of her great-grandson lying in a pool of blood, the same vivid crimson that she had just held in her own hands. She glanced down at her palms, almost expecting them to be stained, yet all she found was the thread she had been working with. 

It was just another piece.

Still, her heart ached. The image in front of her held a certain finality, another fate of a descendant of hers ending in tragedy. Míriel had never known her great-grandson, the man whose likeness she and her lady had captured in this tapestry, but she couldn't help feeling a sense of kinship. 

"You are in pain," Vairë observed. 

"I am." Míriel turned around to face her, not wishing to gaze upon her lost kinsman any longer. At the Valië's silent command, two Maiar arrived to collect the tapestry and put it in its proper place, then left the two women alone again. 

"I believe you need to rest."

"I had ages to rest in your husband's halls, my lady." 

Vairë let out a small laugh, a sound reminiscent of the soft tinkling of falling needles. "Well then. If you say so, I shall take your word for it. Still, I think you could use a small break. A distraction, perhaps?" 

Her mien softened when she saw Míriel's hesitation. "Please, dear, let me ease your burden for a while, if that would please you." 

"I..." Míriel's eyes followed the soothing, rhythmic motions of Vairë's many hands, and it awakened a strange longing inside her. It suddenly seemed to her as if the Valië's graceful, ethereal form held a wellspring of comfort and inner strength that she wished to drink from and to be embraced by. 

"I would like that, yes." 

Vairë's luminous gaze rested on her, calm in spite of the incessant movement of her many hands, and she appeared to be pleased by her response. 

"Very well. Tell me then, my dear, what is it that you crave?" 

Míriel pondered her question in silence for a few moments. Many thoughts flitted through her mind, yet with every passing second she felt as though the longing inside her grew, awakened by her lady's presence. She had come back to life years ago, but she hadn't returned to the world of living; at times she almost forgot she had a hröa again, her feelings and sensations dulled by the tranquillity and otherworldliness of Mandos. There were needs she had been ignoring and denying herself for too long, chief among them the warmth and touch of another. Perhaps it was improper of her to ask, but she felt emboldened by the Valië's offer and years of companionship the two of them had shared. 

"I want to feel," Míriel said, "and to let go without worry." 

As soon as those words left her mouth, she could see that her lady understood what desires she had hidden in her heart. Vairë let out a small hum and pulled on a thread she had been spinning with two fingers, holding it in front of her. 

"I can give that to you, if you wish."

"How so?" Míriel fearlessly held her gaze when the Valië's eyes lit up with something akin to excitement. 

"I could turn you into my next masterpiece."

Vairë held out one of her hands, and when Míriel moved to take it, her thread wound itself around her arm like a silvery snake. Perhaps she should be afraid, yet all she felt was intrigue. The light pressure of the thread against her skin brought a strange sense of comfort and security, and she wondered how it would feel to be bound completely. 

"And once I have done so," Vairë continued, "I could make you feel even more, be it pleasure or pain, whatever you desire. Would you like that, dearest?" 

Míriel's response came without hesitation. "Yes." 

"Wonderful." Vairë smiled. "Now undress for me, my lovely." 

She discarded everything she had been holding, safe for the silver thread her third pair of hands continued to spin, and rose to her feet to approach the former queen of the Noldor who swiftly obeyed her command. Míriel noticed then that she felt neither shame nor discomfort while exposing herself. There was something soothing in the Valië's aura, even as she eyed her naked form with unconcealed desire; it felt good to be regarded in such a way after ages of passionless abiding in the halls of the dead. 

Vairë examined her like a piece of prized fabric, gently running her fingertips down her chest, spine and arms, while her second pair of hands cupped her cheeks to marvel at her face. 

"You are so beautiful, dearest," she whispered, her voice vibrating with delight. "You will be a masterpiece indeed." 

"You flatter me, my lady," Míriel breathed. The touch of a Valarin queen was beyond anything she had experienced in her old life and it caused her entire body to shiver and tingle. 

"I have thought that for a long time. It delights me that you would give yourself to me, even for just one night." 

Vairë appeared to complete whatever measurements and calculations she had made in her mind and moved to stand behind her. Her fingers gingerly grasped Míriel's wrists to position her hands behind her back before she began humming a few notes to summon her thread like she had done earlier, commanding it to wrap around the trembling Elf's lower arms.

Míriel flexed her muscles experimentally, only to find that she was firmly bound and now unable to move her hands, and a small moan escaped her. Soon she would be at her lady's mercy completely. 

"Does it feel good? Or am I hurting you?" Vairë asked. She held the end of her thread between two fingers, waiting for her response before she continued. 

"I can take it," Míriel insisted, a hint of stubbornness in her tone. "It feels good like this."

"As you wish, dearest." 

She closed her eyes to savour the exciting new sensation. Vairë's thread wound itself around her chest and upper arms a couple of times to fully immobilise them, then around the base of her neck and down her torso, forming intricate knots and a diamond-like pattern and looping around her torso a couple of times. It felt like a tight embrace, like she was a precious flower held in place by unyielding vines. Míriel's breath quickened, and arousal caused her entire body to heat up and wetness to pool between her legs, threatening to drip down her thighs. 

Mercilessly, the thread wrapped itself around her breasts, tight enough to hold but not squeeze the soft flesh. Delighted by her own work, Vairë cupped them with a pair of her hands, another one resting on her shoulders. 

"Open your eyes," she whispered, "you should see how gorgeous you look like this." 

Míriel obeyed just in time to see her lady beginning to toy with her nipples, eliciting another moan from her. "Please, I need -" 

She couldn't think of words to describe what she was feeling, but the Valië needed none. Instead of moving on to her legs, Vairë gently lifted her and carried her over to a nearby divan that she liked to rest on every once in a while. She placed her Elven friend and lover on top of it with a tender reverence that made Míriel feel protected, cared for, *loved*, an emotion that caused tears of joy to well up in her eyes - another that she had so sorely missed. For as lovingly as Irmo, Estë, Námo and Nienna had taken care of her when she was dying and afterwards, none of them had quite managed to make her feel like Vairë could. 

The Valië's warm hands were on her once more as soon as she came to rest on the divan, one trailing down her torso. 

"Do you want me to go on, my lovely?" 

"Yes. Please." 

Two hands spread Míriel's legs, then folded them gently so the silver thread could tie her thighs and lower legs together. Bound and exposed, there was nothing she could do except watch as her lady admired her work for a moment, then lowered herself to her knees in front of her. She felt soft lips kissing her folds before Vairë began to lap up her arousal and push her tongue inside. 

Míriel felt like she was in heaven; finally her desires were being fulfilled. She had longed to have someone making love to her again, being inside her and pleasuring her until she forgot all the woes that plagued her, and Vairë was giving it to her in a tender, attentive and so very careful manner, not overwhelming her with fast, hard penetration like another lover might have. Bit by bit, she was reintroduced to the mind-numbing bliss her living body could experience, and the sensation was intensified by her inability to move. She was trapped in the most delightful manner, forced to endure the pleasure bestowed upon her.

The Valië was taking her time, using only her tongue to both devour her like a delicious treat and tease her swollen pearl to bring her ever closer to climax. Her hands remained where they were, merely holding her in place; she wasn't going to use them today, and Míriel was grateful for it. She would be ready to receive more of her lady another time, yet for now this was all she wanted, and it almost seemed as though Vairë had read her thoughts - and perhaps she had indeed. Míriel was at a point where she could no longer shield her mind nor worry about her ability to do so. 

When she finally came, she let out a soft cry of bliss, tearing through the silence that had previously engulfed them, save only for the occasional moan and muted noises of wet flesh meeting one another. Vairë's tongue gave her a few final, indulgent licks, then she raised her head to look up at her exhausted companion. 

"Do you want me to remove your bindings, or would you like to stay like this for a while longer?" 

"Stay," Míriel decided breathlessly and was rewarded with a pleased smile.

"Good. I would like to keep admiring you."

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[arayamahidol]

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i hadn't rped since 2017 and during the pandemic around dec 2020/jan 2021 i was sooooo bored since all my work turned remote so i went through the "royal rp" tag and hshq was the only rp other than like one other in the tag at the time. i don't remember any specific plotlines, i just remember being thrown into the nye event on the yacht or something? and that's when hijacking was first introduced iirc. and now i'm trying to buy a house and that makes me want to vomit!

which characters have you written over the years ?

haera, san, io, araya, meixu, okeyo and inna

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

i think meixu's life in general. i thought she would have found someone and gotten the family she wanted and the happy ending ( w a few struggles ofc ) but she ended up alone and more jaded about life! something more comedic would probably be when araya and ireti got tattoos during the monaco event and she thought her tattoo said ja rule instead of jaurel. and def lawnchair gate.

what about other people's plotlines ?

when matilde pushed arnauld into the pool. the english plotline was supes fun to watch unfold.

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

meixu because she's the most different from me personally. she deserved the most and the best, but always ate shit asjfhsadkf araya was the easiest to write. she had some good one liners. going to miss my flat assed baddie ♡

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

lawn chair or the lunch thread with the solets. evy, kit and i were in shambles about it. we still bring it up every now and then and idk why it's still just as funny to us as it was back then.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

i don't think so

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

probably meixu, she feels the most incomplete. i wish i could have wrote more on how jianguo's death affected her and how that changed her relationships. the other one would be auraya since i honestly did not think they'd last, but here they are, still sharing a single brain cell ♡ if the africa plot actually took off, that would have been fun.

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

when e and i were writing lawnchair gate, giggling nonstop beside each other. we tasked ourselves to a challenge where if i wrote a two word reply, she'd have to write a three word reply, and then my next reply would have to be four words ( you get the idea ). we would count how many words the other person wrote because we'd lose track and then mess up and have to count again. whenever there would be a red carpet event like the oscars or during fashion week, j and i would always play this game of who in hshq would wear it. it was fun. when kit and i spent an entire night trying to pronounce all the characters names and we'd attempt it at first and play the actual pronunciation after and die about how inaccurate we were. and ofc, throwing tomatoes at jo in the disc chat ♡

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

discord, but i'll probably not be that responsive sdfhsdf i'm not that great with keeping in touch with people 😭

what else would you like to say ?

i know i joined a bit later and haven't made as big of an impact as others, but i honestly thought i would last two weeks and end up becoming inactive because established groups are intimidating! i'm glad i gave it a chance, i met some really good friends on here that are beyond just "rp friends"! this feels like a high school graduation since this will be the last time we all see each other on the dash like this and it's very bittersweet! hshq was a great distraction for me during the pandemic and i feel honoured to have wrote alongside you all and i'm happy i was able to make so many gifs of so many different faceclaims. loved seeing you all use them.

[osaumu]

knowing your partner well can potentially make writing together a lot easier. repost, do not reblog.

name. sage

pronouns. they/them

preference of communication. discord! always available for mutuals!

name of muse(s). most prominent at the moment are dazai + geto!

best experience. hmm, i've made a lot of friends through writing! starting off on twitter in like, 2012 i met my best friend of 8 years, moving onto this hellscape (affectionate) i've met similarly lifelong friends and my partner ♡ ! writing has always been something i enjoy and i majored (that's not really a thing in the uk but it was a focus of the degree i never finished lmao, but i did get a diploma!) in screenwriting, so the aspects of rp are similar to that in a way, i think of it less like writing a novel and more like writing a screenplay. in my writing i'm huuuge on scene-setting and meanings behind things and always have a huge focus on what characters are doing that i often forget they need to speak and not gaze at each other ...

rp community pet peeves/dealbreakers. someone said negative comparisons where duplicate muses are concerned and i agree, as someone who has always been duplicate friendly it's so sad when people pit themselves against others for the sake of a few harsh words. this has become slightly less common though! and as such i'm glad my little community that i've built here doesn't have anyone like that hanging around! i also don't like pressure, drama ... the usual stuff that tends to be annoying where any rpc community is concerned.

muse preferences. yikes uhhh ... the ones that are typically seen as one - sided? morally ambiguous or grey? typically seen to have that "all for one" attitude but really it's "one for all"? i tend to take on characters that represent melancholy more often than not and i'm not sure what that says about me as a person but ... mhhhm. biggest muse focuses for me are when i can really dig emotional wells within them and pick them and their stories apart. i like nuance, but i don't tend to write many villainous characters, at least not those that are evil to their cores. i commonly write those that have something to fight for i guess?

plots or prompts. both! i utilise prompts to turn them into threads unless i just want the opportunity to go offfff on some character introspection using the prompt as the basis.

long or short replies. i tend to match whatever anyone throws at me, but i also don't know when to stfu. sorry for who i am as a person.

best time to write. uhhhh ... all the time? that's maybe a lie considering i'm always posting about not writing but honestly whenever the inspiration hits BUUUUUTTT i'm always always always available to talk people's ears off.

are you like your muses? considering i pick the melancholy boy/girl failures, yeah?? but my moral compass points towards good so :p

[meownotgood]

♡ size difference / gojo satoru ♡

♡ kinktober 2022 ♡

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

content: soft dom gojo, praise, stomach bulge, blowjob, gojo loves how small his favorite fan is compared to him

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

There's a lot of things Gojo adores about you. You're sweet as hell, enough to satisfy his sweet-tooth. You're a fan of his too, and your flattery is something he's never been able to resist. 

When you met him for the first time, running up to him and eagerly asking for an autograph — You're the world's strongest sorcerer! I'm a huge fan! — Gojo knew he was bound to become obsessed. Honestly, you're just so damn adorable, and one thing he noticed immediately, one thing that drew him to you from the very start was how small you are compared to him. 

He had to lean down in order to take the pen and paper from you. When he did, he took note of how his hands were at least twice the size of yours, how you had to tilt your head all the way up just to look at him. 

Of course, sweetheart. Glad to know you're a fan of mine, He replied with a smirk, scribbling his name onto the page and adding a heart at the end. He placed the pen and paper back into your hands carefully, hunching over again to speak into your ear, Y'know, for special fans like you, I'm willing to give a lot more than autographs.

Gojo was hooked on you from the moment he got a taste. His frame completely dwarfs yours when he wraps his large arms around you. His jacket is enormous on your body; it practically goes down to your knees and the sleeves fully cover your hands. 

You're addicting, to say the least. Even back then, he was sure he was going to make you his, in one way or another. And even now that he has, he's still so damn obsessed with you it almost scares him. 

He grabs your hand, and the way his thick fingers fold over your much smaller ones never fails to make his cock twitch in his pants. It's easy for him to effortlessly lift you and pin you under him. He's at least a hundred times stronger than you, so he could really do whatever he wants to you. The best part is that he knows you'd let him. 

Anything he asks for, you'll do. Whatever he desires from you, you'll give. Fuck, just the sight of you, so pretty and demure — It makes him need you so desperately he can hardly stand it. 

You look even better when he's got you pushed to your knees in front of him, your fingers wrapped around the hem of his boxers as you hesitantly pull them down. He can tell the way nervousness lingers in your gaze, so he threads his long fingers through your hair and holds the back of your head securely. He mumbles, "You can do it baby, c'mon. You're gonna make me feel sooooo good, I already know it." 

He tenderly pushes you forwards, pressing his cockhead to your mouth. It's flushed and wet, and you can feel it promptly pulse on your lips. You open wide, and with a sigh, Gojo rolls his hips forwards, encouraging you to take more of his cock down your throat. 

"Shit," Gojo's voice breaks a little as he tries to maintain his composure, "That's it, you're doing so well. Can't believe I've got a girl as pretty as you, I'm lucky. You can take all of it, can't you?" 

Of course, for him, you can do it. With how thick and fucking huge he is, it's near impossible, but the praises and downright sinful moans you draw out of his mouth make it worth it. Gojo doesn't seem to pay any mind to your struggle. Truthfully, the tears streaming down your cheeks and the sound of you gagging on his dick just turn him on even more. 

God, he has to fuck you, he just has to. 

On the first night he had with you, you weren't sure if he was even going to fit, but Gojo always seems to make it work. He's gentle with you, holding your thighs with a tender grip while he fucks into you slowly. It's a stark contrast to how strong you know he is, to how much he could overpower you and fuck you as hard as he pleased, if he really wanted to. It makes you understand just how precious you really are to him. 

Gojo meets your eyes and asks, "You alright?" When you hastily nod, he continues, "Tell me if you need a break, kay? You feel really damn good, doin' so well for me babydoll…" 

His pace quickens a little, and he folds your knees to your chest to bury himself in deeper. It's too much to take, but it feels so fucking good, hitting your sweet spot every time he thrusts in. All you can do is whine for him to give you more. 

"Hahh, baby," Gojo reaches into his hair, brushing loose strands away from his face, before his eyes catch on something. He's grinning then, unable to hold back a sly chuckle. You're a bit confused, but he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand to your stomach. He shoves himself all the way in. You can feel the shape of his cock there, feel how deep he is inside with your palm. 

Gojo snickers. "You can feel that, yeah?" 

"Y-Yeah, Satoru please," You beg, and the neediness in your voice sounds like music to his ears. You're so desperate for him, even when you're overwhelmed. Even when you can hardly take what he's already giving you, you're asking him for more. You're so perfect. 

So, when he starts moving again, he's fucking you harder, more feverishly. It's difficult for him to hold back now. He holds your waist with a white-knuckled grip and presses his forehead to yours. 

You whine, "'Toru, kiss me," And Gojo quickly obliges, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It's sloppy and clumsy, his tongue pressed far into your mouth, his lips impossibly soft and plush on yours. 

"Gonna cum, really close," You babble against his lips, and Gojo pulls back to cup your cheek. He caresses your skin with his thumb, rubbing in rhythmic circles. He admires how small your face is, how perfectly it fits into his hand, and your fucked-out expression, pupils blown and eyelashes fluttering. 

"You're gorgeous," He coos, "Want you to cum for me, cum on my cock, angel." 

His sweet tone and the way he fucks into you is enough to make your pleasure boil over. Gojo feels you pulse around his dick, and he fucks you messily through your high, his own peak growing closer. And when you wrap your legs around his back and plead for him to fill you up, he's quickly finding himself letting go. 

His thrusts become unsteady, and with a groan, he reaches his peak. "Love you so much baby, I love you, love you," He cries as he cums, cock twitching inside you, pressing himself in deeper to plug you with all of it. 

"Pretty baby, did so good… I really love you." His voice is a little hoarse and tired-sounding. Gojo collapses on top of you with a dramatic sigh. 

"Ah, 'Toru…" You wheeze, his weight pinning you down, "Too heavy…" 

Gojo laughs. Yeah, he knows. He admits he flopped on you on purpose, just to see your reaction. 

He pulls himself off of you, slots himself next to your body and holds you close. When the two of you fall asleep together, the last thing he's thinking of is how fortunate he is to have you, and how in every aspect, he really does adore you.