#I'm sure he was a bit of a pain to be around

[hitomisuzuya]

fatui!scaramouche x fem!reader. no smut. scara on the warpath. also soft scara. some descriptions of blood, gore, and death.

i don't have much confidence, so i am going to humbly leave this here. i haven't written something like this before.

scaramouche could taste the fear seeing his squad returning to him. he'd seen them frightened before, but this was different. a different level of fear from them he had never felt before.

there was something off as he took a head count. almost immediately, he saw what was off. you didn't return with them.

what the actual fuck? it was simple recon mission.

"where. is. she?" his biting tone in his words sends a whole new shiver of fear up his squad's spines. it took a moment before someone was brave enough to speak up. and he has a feeling he isn't going to like what he was about to hear.

"look, sir, everything happened so fast," someone finally spoke up, "there was an ambush waiting for us. we were heavily out numbered, and-"

"talk faster," he spat, crossing his arms. he has little patience for overly long explanations and excuses today.

"they were going to take us all hostage. she exchanged herself for our safety. we begged her not to, but," the words came tumbling out of the frightened underling.

scaramouche grit his teeth. "i give you imbeciles one simple recon mission to gather intel. that's all you had to do. i expressly told you to always make sure she is safe," he immediately starts to walk past them, not even giving them the time of day in sparing even a glare at them.

he is furious.

you are his precious treasure. the one flicker of light in this dark, dark world. you are his, and now the world had the audacity to try and take you away from him.

all because you are too fucking nice for your own good.

"sir, let us at least come with you. we owe it to her, and we know the area already-" the same brave underling tried to help the situation, visibly shaking.

"no," scaramouche spat, looking over his shoulder. "and i swear, if anything has happened to her, i will delete you all. do you understand me?" and with that, he set off. with a deadly purpose.

as for you, you are hanging in there. but barely. you are lying in a crumbled heap on the floor of a wooden cell in the kairagi camp. pain weighs heavy on your body, so much so that hurt to even breathe. it didn't matter how much they hurt you, you refused to say one word. about anything.

nothing about the fatui. nothing about where your camp is. and certainly nothing about scaramouche. and you'd more than paid the price for your willing decision.

you felt scaramouche coming before he'd even arrived. the air charged with so much electricity that it made the hair on your arms stand upright. however, you fell unconscious a few moments later.

"you fools have something that belongs to me," scaramouche says in a low, dangerous tone.

"what? that little tart?" the leader of the kairagi said bravely, although his knees couldn't help but shake a little. it felt like the end of the world was walking right towards him. "she's a tough one, i'll admit. i'm sure you can understand that we deployed some rather harsh methods to get information from her. but she never said one word."

the rage inside scaramouche only over boiled further. "how dare you flap your filthy tongue like that. i'll be taking back what's mine now," if they all could've dropped dead right then, they would've, "you won't live long enough to see me leave with her. nobody takes what's mine. nobody."

he moved so fast no one saw him move before it was over. scaramouche wrapped his hand around the head of the leader, and promptly smashed his head into the wall. he died instantly, bits of brain matter and skull flew everywhere from the impact.

"next?" he said, dropping the body in a careless heap to the ground. "you'll all die screaming, i promise."

the final echoing screams that he promised was what roused you. it even took effort to open your eyes hearing the cell door quietly creak open. "sc-scara..you came.." you began weakly, "i knew you would," you let out a soft cry of pain as you try to sit up. "you aren't hurt, are you?"

"don't move," scaramouche commands, his tone far gentler now. kneeling down next to you, his anger boils over again seeing the state you are in. you look exhausted, and he can see the pain you are in your eyes. you have multiple cuts and bruises all over you. and your breathing is very labored.

your utter trust and faith he would come for you makes something warm flare in his chest. how could he have let this happen?

"look at you. they really hurt you, didn't they? i'm going to pick you up now. bear with me," he said, gently picking you up bridal style in his arms. he felt your body tremble as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"i didn't say anything," you rest your head on his chest, "i didn't even scream," you weakly nuzzle your head into his chest. "are you proud of me, scara?"

"sh, don't talk. just rest," you really are something else. you are hurt, broken, and bleeding a lot. and the only thing you are concerned about was him. putting a hand on your head, he cards his fingers soothingly through your hair before he making sure his hand was covering your field of vision. "and don't you dare look either."

blood and bits of flesh squelch under his sandals. various body parts lay scattered everywhere around him. no one was left alive. scaramouche slaughtered every single one of them, and to him, it still was a punishment too light for hurting you. he didn't want you to have to see all that.

"i'm glad you okay," you murmur, closing your heavy eyes as scaramouche obscured you vision. "i wanted to protect you. more than anything," it took everything you had to cling to him.

"why did you do that? the rest of the squad's lives are poultry compared to yours," for the first time in many, many centuries, scaramouche had been scared. scared he was going to lose everything. again. "don't you ever do something so..so stupid ever again, am i understood? that is an order."

you didn't answer him. you'd fallen asleep in his arms, and he is quite frankly relieved you had. that way, you wouldn't feel any of the pain you are in on the way back.

for a long while, chirps of crickets in the night accompanied his steps. if a long span of minutes went by, scaramouche would suddenly stop and put his hand on your chest, holding his breath until he felt your steady heartbeat.

"yes," his voice is barely above a whisper as he starts walking again, holding his entire world so carefully in his arms, "i am proud of you."

[requiem-for-a-raisin]

Jude Jazza - The Abstinent Beast Devours Love

*Fan translation for funsies! IP owned by Cybird, translations are my own and may be inaccurate. 18+ MDNI. See About page for more info.*

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The products we handled at Raven became very popular, and we were very busy traveling here and there.

When things finally settled down, I found myself on the bed with him holding me from behind.

But…

(This is no good, this is just not enough Jude for me...)

Maybe it's because I haven't had any contact with him in two weeks, but I can't control my desire and I fidget on the bed.

Jude

“What the hell are ya doing?”

Neema

"Um...”

(I'm sure I'll get teased if I say there isn’t enough Jude…)

I don't want to be teased, but I want to do it. I started thinking about how to set the mood.

Neema

"Jude-"

Jude

"Huh?...Hmm..."

She turned her body around and captured his lips, carrying out her plan to get him in the mood. Her kisses, pecking at him like a little bird, gradually deepened, and she clung to his neck as her tongue met his.

But Jude pulled his lips away.

Jude

"Go to sleep."

Neema

"Huh?"

He pulled the cushion closer and got into a sleeping position.

(…If it comes to this,)

I straddle him as he lies down and shower him with kisses. Then I grabbed his right hand and bit his long fingers sweetly. Jude's eyes widened as he exhaled in annoyance.

Jude

“Do ya really wanna?"

I kiss his fingers and reply.

Neema

“Yes, I do."

Jude

“…I’ve got yer word on that.”

Neema

“Hmm? Whoa!”

A moment later, my vision flips and I am pushed down by him.

Jude

“Ya’ve been sleeping like a baby every night.”

Jude

Just when I thought I had finally settled down, ya come up to me with a dirty look on yer face and ask me out. It really pisses me off.

He bit me on the neck, and my body trembled with a pain stronger than usual.　

I was staring into his feverish eyes, and I almost got scared even though I had invited him to do it.

(When Jude stares at me with those eyes, it is usually when he is going to do something terrible to me...)　

As I had expected, my clothes are torn off in an instant and he twisted the tips of my breasts before I had time to resist.

Neema

"Hiiah."

As I writhed in pain and pleasure, one of his hands reached between my legs, covering the area that was starting to get wet, and began to poke the area just above with his thumb.

Neema

"Ah, wait!”

Jude

"I ain’t gonna wait."

He rubbed hard, and his index finger was buried in the nectar that was overflowing from inside.

I was in a daze from the ecstasy I hadn't felt in a long time, but the attack that followed was much more intimidating than usual.

Neema

"Oh, Jude!”

I'm being stirred and crushed, and I feel like I'm going to explode with pleasure. But, his movements are stopped so many times just before I reach my peak, and I feel an unbearable ache.

Neema

"Why..."

Jude

"Why? Ain’t it obvious?”

As I unconsciously shook my hips and rubbed him against my sweet spot, Jude pulled out his finger and replaced it with something hot.

Jude

"Gonna make you cum right here!"

Neema

"Ahhh!"

In an instant, a shock like a bolt of lightning ran through me from my toes to the top of my head.

With just one thrust, everything went white before my eyes, and he moved his hips violently, not caring that I was already convulsing around him.

Neema

“Wait, wait, ahh!”

The sound of his thrusting was too rough, but my body was delighted for the first time so long that I accepted it.

(It wasn't supposed to be like this…)

I was just supposed to spend a sweet and happy evening with him, but this made me feel like an animal.

The moment he stopped moving and his heat was removed from inside me, I tried to escape to the top of the bed, but he quickly filled me again and I collapsed onto the sheets.

Neema

“Ahh!”

Jude

“Whatcha running away for? Ya asked me for this yerself."　

I turned around fearfully at the voice that came from above. Jude bit my shoulder with a twisted smile.

Jude

"Brace yerself, princess."

That day, I was pawed, teased, and tortured by a beast with amethyst eyes. I was devoured completely, body and soul.

[duskvsdawn]

Welcome home, mon amour

Zali is a devoted, hard-working husband. While you were out there saving the world, your lovely hubby stayed home, doing all sorts of chores so you don't have to when you eventually do come home, and he takes care of your wounds. And after he takes care of your wounds, you shower him in love.

≫ A/N: @briskunt gave me the marvelous idea of house husband Zali, so here we go! I might take on some of the other ideas you mentioned at some point later. I do wanna broaden out to more "out there topics", but since my mental health hasn't been great lately, I would love to write something that brings me comfort for now. I hope that's okay with you!

CW: female reader cause reversed "socially acceptable" gender roles, Zali gets a bit depressed because he's lonely 'cause you're away so much, when you come home, covered in blood from a hard battle, he cares for your wounds, and to thank him, you shower him in lots of love after the painkillers start working. Uh, yeah this gets smutty at the end after the fluff, Zali is a super sensitive baby and super responsive to all your touches and all the lewd stuff you do to him. Reader uses a strap-on to fuck Zali senseless cause he just looks so good like that, and, again, reversed gender roles, let's go. Also, Zali wears lingerie cause fuck it, we ball. Also also, reader puts Zali in mating press because I just had to.

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Zali heard the front door open, and a tired sigh followed soon after. He had been busy folding laundry at the dinner table when he heard a quiet "I'm home..." It didn't sound good, so he went to go check on you. There you stood, trying to compose yourself, covered in wounds from head to toe. Zali clasped his hands in front of his mouth, and he rushed over to you.

"Mon amour, you look terrible! What happened?" your husband asked as he gently held you. "Well, I do feel terrible... And, uh... A lot, actually," you said as you winced in pain as his arms wrapped around you. Zali noticed and instantly pulled back. "Why don't you go and take a shower? I will join you soon so I can help clean you up," your husband said with a soft, worried smile as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. You nodded, and after some struggles, you managed to get up the stairs. You just sat on the bathroom floor for a bit, not sure if you would be able to do any more on your own for now. Zali had kept his hearing focused on trying to detect anything suspicious. When he still didn't hear running water when he was done folding laundry, he hurried up the stairs to check on you.

There you sat, in the exact same spot you had sat down in 15 minutes ago. "Mon trésor, what are you doing on the floor?" Zali asked you as he moved to sit down next to you and comfortingly rubbed your back. "Hurts too much..." you brought out in between choked sobs. Your husband took your hand in his and gave it a loving kiss. "I will get the painkillers, mon amour," your husband said as he got up to get said painkillers. It was a mix made especially by him that both got rid of the pain, or at least managed to dull it somewhat, and it also had calming effects on the mind, which was useful if you were overly stressed. It also usually worked for a full day, which was nice, so you wouldn't have to get jabbed in the arm multiple times a day.

Zali came back to the bathroom a little while later, bottle and syringe in hand, and with some effort, you managed to roll up your sleeve so that he could administer the painkiller. After looking for a suitable vein to poke the syringe into after taking it out of the package, he did just that, and relief washed over you almost immediately. He sat next to you for a little while longer after getting rid of the syringe, waiting for it to kick in properly as he rubbed your back softly, trying his best to avoid the spots that gave you a pained expression. After a little while, you gave him a nod, and he helped you get up and get undressed. Zali undressed himself as well and guided you into the shower after the water felt like a mix between lukewarm and warm since he didn't want the hot water to hurt you.

While the two of you stood in the shower, you let the water wash off some of the dirt and blood first. Zali looked through the shower cabin glass walls, staring at the bloody and dirty suit. He shook his head, and he could only imagine what you had gone through today. He asked you what had happened, and you started reciting today's events about how much you, Vanta and Wilson struggled to take down the monsters roaming the next city over. You told Zali that you had gotten unlucky and the monster got some good hits in, but that Wilson and Vanta didn't look as hurt as you, so he didn't have to worry about them. Zali grabbed a soft sponge and started to gently wipe the dirt out of the wounds. After he did so, he washed your hair and lathered your body in soap to clean you up. After he had cleaned you, he did the same to himself as you just stood under the water for a little longer, kind of zoning out a bit.

"Mon chéri, how is the pain right now? does it feel better?" your husband asked you as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaving a kiss on your shoulder blade. "Yeah, it does feel a lot better now. Thank you," you said with a smile as you turned around in his arms to leave a loving kiss on his lips. Zali's hands found your hair, and he let it run through his fingers as he made out with you for a little while, getting hornier with each passing minute. You could feel his hard-on against your stomach, and when you pointed it out, he got embarrassed. You just chuckled in response as the two of you got ready to get out of the shower.

You were drying yourselves off, and after you were done, Zali told you to wait in the bathroom for a little bit and that he would tell you when you could come over. You had no idea what he had up his sleeves, but you patiently sat down on the toilet, waiting for his signal. After a little bit he called you over, and you walked over to the bedroom. Zali lay on the bed, in royal blue lingerie. A blush spread across your cheeks as you slowly walked over to him to lie down next to him.

"Is this new? I haven't seen this before..." you said as you let your hand run over the fabric covering his chest. It felt silky smooth, and it had beautiful pink lace attached to it. "Yes, mon chéri, it's new. Do you like it?" your husband said with a shaky breath as your finger flicked his nipple through the fabric. "Mmm, looks really good on you," you said as you let your hand wander lower, touching the fabric of the panties that was just as smooth. "How come you wanted to wear this tonight?" you asked as you left a few heated kisses on his neck as you pulled him closer. "You've barely been home lately. I know you've been hard at work, but it's been getting lonely. And seeing you in so much pain, I wanted to cheer you up a bit. I missed you so, so much... Je t'aime, reader, and I want to do anything to make you happy. Anything." Zali said as he was close to tears. The loneliness had really been eating away at him, and you really felt bad about it. "Je t'aime aussi, my lovely hubby. And I am sorry I have been away so much lately. Shall I make it up to you tonight?" you said with a suggestive smirk, and Zali's blush deepened because of that comment. "I would like that..." your husband whispered as he hid his face in your neck.

You left a kiss at the top of his head, and then you got up to walk to your favourite cabinet in the bedroom. It held lingerie and all sorts of toys. You took your preferred strap-on out of said cabinet and walked over to the nightstand to grab some lube out of the drawer. Your husband blushed one shade darker when he saw what you were planning on doing. You got back on the bed and put the strap-on on yourself after pushing the dildo attached on the inside into you, covering the one on the outside in lube. Zali licked his lips when he saw the pleasured expression on your face as you pushed the dildo into yourself, and he had gotten a little bit impatient. He wanted to feel that thing inside of him so badly. He wanted to be absolutely ruined by you and be showered in kisses and hickeys. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wait long.

"Time to fold you in half like a croissant," you said with a chuckle as you pushed his legs towards his chest. He felt so exposed like this, but it turned him on that much more. You moved the lingerie out of the way, not wanting to take it off because it looked too pretty on him. "Please, mon amour... I need you. I need to feel you," your husband whimpered as one of your fingers circled his rim, and then you slowly pushed it in. After you had moved it in and out for a bit, you added a second finger and then a third. You wanted to prep him properly because that dildo was big. You knew he loved having it inside of him, but you wanted to make it as painless as possible. His impatience showed once more when he let out a desperate whimper, and you decided to give him what he wanted.

You pushed in the tip, and as you slowly pushed in the rest of it you leaned over him, wrapping one arm around him as the other held his hand that was lying next to his head, essentially trapping him underneath you. When your husband left a kiss on your lips, you took it as a signal to start moving, so that's what you did. You started with some shallow thrusts at first until Zali moaned, "More... More... S'il vous plaît, give me more," as he left continuous hungry kisses on your lips. You moved your face towards his neck to start biting it and leaving lots of hickeys there as you picked up the pace, your hand still holding his tightly. Zali moaned louder at that, feeling like he was in heaven, enjoying everything you were giving him. He loved you so much, and having sex with you always managed to solidify those feelings even more for him. As Zali's mind wandered to the thoughts about how much he really loved you, tears started pricking at his eyes. You noticed, and gently licked a tear away that was rolling down his face. "Je t'aime... Je t'aime..." your husband just kept whispering as a mantra, getting lost in pleasure. Zali started trembling, and you could tell he was getting close because of it.

"Come for me, handsome. I know you want to. Let go, mon amour," you whispered into his ear after you licked it and nibbled on his earlobe. You started moaning louder yourself, when that pleasure the dildo inside of you was giving you, was getting too much for you, on top of seeing your husband so fucked out like this. His nails clawed at your back, pulling you ever closer as he hid his face into your neck. Your husband moaned your name like a whore as he released, and it was the most beautiful moan you've ever heard out of his mouth. His cum felt warm and sticky between the two of you, and it felt so delicious to you. Seeing Zali cum so hard, pushed you over the edge as well, soiling the dildo inside of you. You fell on top of your husband, catching your breath as he did the same.

But it seems you underestimated just how much your husband had missed you. His dick was still hard and he whispered into your ear: "Mon trésor... I need more. Please. I need more of you." your husband said as he left hungry kisses across your neck, and who were you to deny him? So you fucked him more, and more, and then some. You had fucked him for hours, your stamina never relenting since you were really fit thanks to your occupation after all. You fucked him so much that by the end of the night he was a trembling, crying mess. You were covered in his cum, your neck was covered in hickeys and bites, and so was his, and your back was covered in deep scratches from his nails. You had fucked him absolutely dumb and mute, since by the end his eyes just kept rolling back, and drool kept trickling out of his mouth as one more orgasm washed over him, and he pretty much passed out. You pulled out of him, taking off the strap-on and letting it thud on the ground next to the bed. Your husband had gone absolutely silent on you and you wondered if he was alright.

"Are you okay, darling? How are you feeling?" you asked Zali as you left a loving kiss on his temple after you wrapped your arms around him. In that moment, he looked like a mix between fucked out and in absolute bliss, but at the same time so vulnerable and exhausted to the core. He responded, barely above a whisper. "Incroyable... Thank you, mon amour."

Zali knew these sheets would need washing your sure, the blood from one of the wounds of your knee had gotten onto it and so had his release, and yours. But he couldn't possibly remove those sheets now, there was no way he could even get up now. That would have to be a worry for future him. A smile appeared on his face when you left a kiss on top of his nose, whispering to him, "sleep well, my handsome, perfect husband. Je t'aime."

[eliotwaughdeservesbetter]

Well it's hard not to add some to the angst what we all experience now. So here's the post 8×15 bucktommy snippet.

Through the haze of sleepiness Buck feels something wet landing on his cheek. It takes him a few seconds to come to awareness. He can feel arms around him pressing him to solid chest underneath. He can easily recognise whose body he uses as pillow right now, it had been his usual sleeping place for 5 months after all.

He can feel more wetness on his forehead. Looks like it tears but not his, Tommy's. Tommy is silently crying and it's breaking Buck's heart. He wants to let Tommy know he's awake and comfort him, take care of him like he's been taking care of Buck for the last days. But Tommy's whisper stops him

"I'm so sorry, Evan. I'm so sorry i can't be the one you can lean on. Oh, how i wish i could. How i wish to be the one who can help you through your grief. I'd give everything i have just for you to feel better. And i know, i know you don't feel anything for me, i know I'm just here because it's convenient. I saw you with Eddie today, he made you smile. All you do with me all these days is cry. I know i need to leave to protect myself but i can't. I can't be away from you when you're in so much pain. Even if i can't help you. I love you so much and it's gonna kill me when you tell me to leave but please let me stay a little bit more."

Buck doesn't think Tommy realised Buck is awake and it makes this more awful. Tommy's sure Buck doesn't feel anything for him because, of course, that's exactly what Buck told him that morning that feels like happened ages ago. Tommy doesn't think he's helping Buck. He thinks Eddie is the one who's helping Buck with grief. How fucking ridiculous and stupid. He won't let Tommy misunderstand things anymore. He can't let Tommy love him in silence thinking it's unrequited.

"You are an idiot, Tommy. How can you be so fucking stupid? You fly helicopters and planes you're supposed to be smart. So then why you can't see that's not Eddie who i need. That's not Eddie who's lying with me in this bed and holding me. That's you, you moron! I want you! I want you with me here. You are the only person with who i can cry now. Because i should be strong for others, they need me. And i need you. So please stop all this crap already and kiss me because i love you too so fucking much."

Yeah Buck's speech doesn't make a lot of sense and there's no ending but i wanted to write crying Tommy who feels so much pain thinking Buck doesn't want him there and who just can't leave even knowing it's gonna hurt so much worse in the end.

[vicolette]

Cold Bed !

– A/N : got another Hector draft lalala

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, angst, mentions of breaking up, not proofread

"He… Hector?"

Your voice sounded groggy, as expected, and a bit different than usual over the phone. The clock in his living room was ticking, showing that it was in the middle of the night, yet you still answered.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for calling." Hector ran a hand through his hair in frustration, having to calm himself down. He didn’t know why he was calling, didn’t know why he was wasting your time like this, but something told him that this was the right thing to do.

Now, he just needed the right things to say.

Hector stared at your ID, feeling his heart melt at the fact that you thankfully haven’t blocked him. He sighed before continuing. "Actually, I wanna apologize for… for everything."

"Ah, is this about-"

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." Confusion washed over you at first, but slowly yet surely, shame did too. He could tell how you went quiet, deep in thoughts as he wanted to just have you close and assure of everything.

Of the dating rumors that he had, of the fans that were sometimes a bit too clingy and affectionate, of his teammates that seem to never mind their own business and instead think whatever – of every single reason that made you break up with him.

"It’s not you, it’s me." You had said, all while avoiding eye contact with your past lover, even though both of you could feel your hearts pounding in your chests. "I hope you find someone better."

"I just- I wanna talk. One last time, please."

Tears started to form in his eyes as he heard your breath hitch on the other side of the phone, wanting to throw it against the wall and let himself cry, but he couldn’t. Tomorrow, he will have training and maybe even bump into fans and his family will see and-

And you were here. Not physically, but mentally. If Hector was delusional enough, he could see you sitting on his couch, leaning on a pillow with popcorn in your hands and waiting for him to join in your movie marathon.

"Hector, it's over. We're over." The emphasis on 'we' made him clench his jaw, biting his cheek as he tightened his hold on his phone. It was weird to hear you like this – sounding so mad and irritated, when he knew that you were masking all of it.

"Darling, you’re just saying that." Afterwards, it was eerily silent as Hector could feel his incredibly fast heartbeat, furrowing his eyebrows at how you didn’t respond to him.

"Y/n." No reply, which frankly concerned him more than it should have. He slowly lowered his hand, his gaze not moving to see the screen before he suddenly saw something change. "Y/n?"

You had hung up on him.

Of course you did. Hector almost dropped his phone at seeing this, stomping his feet as he groaned in pure annoyance. Women were sometimes so confusing, but he couldn’t blame you, could he now? You had your reasons, after all.

Even so, it pained Hector to turn around and return to his cold bed, where your side of the mattress wasn’t warm anymore and your pillow no longer had your scent. He cursed himself for washing it.

As Hector looked down and see that you were still online, still thinking about him just he was thinking about you, his fingers were faster than his mind. This was stupid, not logical, the worst – but he didn’t care. One more message wouldn’t hurt, right?

'I'm sorry baby, will call you in the morning<33'

'Don’t bother.'

– A/N : no more exams for a whole week😍🤞🤞

[beef-brisket]

Adam glanced around the large room. No one's eyes were on him. Somehow, he felt disappointed by that fact- but he didn't dwell on it for too long.

He just gripped Lucifer's throne as those rhythmic thrusts went deeper and deeper inside of him. It felt so good. All Adam wanted to do was moan and spread his legs. But he couldn't.

Lucifer: Mhm. Nicely put, Ozzie. I'm impressed.

The sin of Lust smiled: You know me, Luci baby~.

Lucifer chuckled and finished signing a few more pages.

Adam was brought out of the mind-numbing pleasure when Lucifer handed two bits of paper to him.

Lucifer: These go to Bee and Ozzue, Adam. Would you be a lamb and deliver them for me~?

Blushing, Adam took the papers and took a moment to get his balance before glancing at Lucifer. When the king only smiled and patted his ass, making him take a few steps.

Adam gasped and stopped, feeling Lucifer's cock still moving inside him: F-Fuck...

Looking back, he saw Lucifer writing again, paying him no mind. Little fucker. He tried to walk as normal as possible, but he felt so heavy with Lucifer's cock inside him. But as he got closer to the two sins he had to see, he quickly changed his posture and hoped the blush on his face wasn't noticeable.

Adam: H-Hey Oz.

Asmodeus glanced down at Adam and smirked at the new royal: Hey, lambie. Liking your first meeting~?

Adam: Oh, you know... it's a pain in the ass.

Asmodeus laughed but eyed Adam as he stumbled a little but gripped the table. He couldn't see Adam's face, but he swore he heard a moan.

Smirking, Ozzie grabbed both both papers and petted Adam on the shoulder: Get back up there, babe. I'm sure our king wants ya~.

Nodding, Adam walked off: No shit...

Adam Is Vanilla

@beef-brisket

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Adam played with the wedding ring on his finger as he waited for Lucifer to come home from a Sins meeting. This shouldn't be this big of a deal but it is, he knew that a key to a good relationship is a healthy sex life among other things.

His and Lucifer's relationship was great, perfect even!

But Adam...... He just wasn't super adventurous in the bedroom. He was satisfied with their current love making and missionary position was always a perfect go to of his. His idea of spicing things up was getting different colors of lube.

But he doesn't want Lucifer to get bored, just because he's okay with how things are doesn't mean Lu is. And he wouldn't pressure Adam into doing anything he wasn't comfortable with.

He wanted him to be happy too, he loved him so much he'd try most anything once.

Within reason.

The sound of a portal opening caught his attention and Adam perked up.

Lucifer walked through and smiled: Well hello dove ~

Adam: Hey Luci. How was the meeting?

Lucifer: Mammon was there Soooo not great.

Adam: Are you.... Up for talking about something?

Lucifer joined him on the couch: Sure.

He watched Adams face take on a shade of pink and he looked away for a moment. He was just so cute!

Adam: W-Well, I was thinking that maybe..... We could spice things up a bit. You know.... In the bedroom.

Lucifer: Oh? How so?~

Adam was so flustered, he didn't know where to start this was so far out of his depth.

Adam: I-I-I don't know....

Lucifer smiled gently and cupped his cheek: If this is something you would really like to do, we could always start somewhere easy. Like a different position?

That sounded simple enough.

Adam: O-okay, which one?

Lucifer: You could always ride me if you want.~

[circle--of--confusion]

In Dreams I'm Always There

Summary:

Sarah has come home from work absolutely exhausted. She along with the rest of the studio have been working around the clock to finish Copia's papal costumes for his ascension and feeling guilty, Copia decides to treat Sarah to a pleasant evening when she falls asleep. The POVs switch between what Copia is doing in reality and what Sarah is dreaming.

A/n: Saw a horny post on tumblr and it made my brain go brrr. So here you go!

Paring: Cardinal Copia [Dracopia] X OC [Sarah]

Words: 8.7k

Tags: EXPLICIT/MDNI; established relationship, smut, fluff, somnophilia, dual POV, dubcon, masturbation, blood/blood drinking, dreams, clit stimulation, edging, non penetrative sex, inappropriate use of a cane handle, squirting

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What would you like, amore mio? What do you need?

To relax.

Anything else?

Your fingers touching me. Your lips on my neck.

And?

And my blood flowing past your lips.

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Sarah comes home in the evening with a heavy sigh as she closes the door. Trudging through the living area back to their bedroom, she feels on the verge of a collapse. Her conveniently timed lover grabs her from behind with a secure pair of arms.

He clutches her body to his, swaying them side to side.

“You look exhausted, amore mio. Feel exhausted.”

He can sense her heart beating wearily. Can feel how Sarah's muscles are aching.

“Work's been busy,” she mumbles.

Copia knows. It’s his fault. He’s given new requests for the ghouls and his performance attire as the ministry gets ready to announce his ascension to the role of Papa. The chasuble he’s designed is very elaborate and requires a lot of meticulous hand stitching and beading.

The studio is close to completing the first set of costumes but it’s taken many, many grueling hours to get them done in time. Copia observes how his beloved comes home every night looking weary, massaging her hands. Everyone has been working hard to complete the project but seeing the tired look on Sarah’s face makes him hurt and he feels responsible for her pain.

“Come eat, Sarah. Then we can relax,” Copia responds softly. A small kiss is pressed to her temple before they part.

Their dinner is quiet, save for a few comments about the flavor. She eats slowly but he makes sure Sarah gets enough to nourish her. Copia sips his blood “wine” and takes a few bites of the meal in-between.

He decides it’s a quiet night for them and they retire to bed after going through their nightly rituals. Copia queues up a couple movies on the bedroom TV and they change into their sleeping clothes. He wears his softest sweats and a worn t-shirt he knows Sarah loves. She changes into her green chemise nightgown.

He notes the choice to himself for later.

Copia sits in bed, spreading his legs for her to sit in-between. Sarah rests with her back to his chest and there’s a small pillow for her lower back. She smells the detergent in his shirt and inhales deep, sighing when she breathes out and leans further into him.

His strong arms circle around her waist and Sarah rests her hands over his clasped ones. She leans to one side and feels a soft, feather light kiss from Copia’s lips to her neck while she lazily rubs her thumb on his hand. He’s takes off his gloves for her when they’re home and she revels in the feeling of his bare hand under her fingertips. His hands haven’t cooled off yet from being snug in the leather all day so they’re still a bit warm.

Sarah hums softly, “I’m so tired today, love. I think I went cross-eyed at one point with the beading.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Just relax into me, dolcezza.” He kisses further up her neck, his nose brushing along with his trim mustache along her skin. Copia rises his lips to her ear and says with a low voice, “Let me help you feel better.”

One of his hands leaves her stomach and makes its way under the covers to nudge the hem of the nightgown up. He moves his palm over her thigh slowly, changing his rhythm every little bit to squeeze and rub Sarah’s inner thigh. Copia can sense the change in her blood, the rush of it pumping through her veins along with the smell of a growing arousal. She shifts her hips and he lifts the nightgown further up.

“I love how you touch me,” Sarah sighs. A sleepy smile spreads on her face.

She can feel his fangs graze along her shoulder when he pulls the collar to the side to press a few kisses over more bare skin. As the movie plays, they whisper to each other occasionally. Copia is checking in every now and then to see if Sarah has drifted off into whatever gothic dreamland she can conjure.

She’s gone limp in his hold and is practically dead weight in his arms. Copia chuckles to himself at the idea. She’s the one he’s describing that way despite the fact that he is the one with a barely-there heartbeat. His hand strokes softly up her thigh as he hugs Sarah closer.

“Enjoy your sleep while you can, dolcezza,” Copia hums playfully, dragging a fingertip along the soft inner flesh. “When I turn you, that sleep will be no more."

They’re going to have to find things to do together through the night. He wonders if she likes puzzles. Sex and then a puzzle, that should do the trick.

His hand on her thigh squeezes once, an action to signal the beginning of his plans for the night. Copia pauses the movie he truly didn’t care about; it was more for Sarah to fall asleep to. The exhaustion must be heavier tonight because she drifted off before the first movie could finish. She breathes even, calm breaths. Her eyelids twitch as the REM cycle takes over.

Copia moves closer, up to the warmth nestled between her legs. He smiles, pressing his middle finger into the damp cotton.

“Was stroking on your thigh for a while all that did it?” he laughs low and rubs slowly. “What’s going on in your brilliant brain to get you so worked up for me?”

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Sarah’s vision goes black when she drifts to sleep and it then a few seconds later, it fades back in. She’s sitting in the sewing studio. It’s dark but she seems to be lit from above by an unseen source like a spotlight. Sarah sits at the sewing machine in front of her, working on a garment.

She’s in her nightgown.

A sharp taptaptap on the glass window of the door alerts her from her work. She stands and waits nervously for the person on the other side to either leave or open the door. Sarah’s breathing comes in and out quickly, nervous from the anticipation.

The door opens slowly to reveal a cardinal. Cardinal Copia!

“What are you doing up so late, Sorella?” he hums. He walks forward with slow, measured steps after closing the door. The handle of the cane he walks with manages to shine beautifully in the dark room. A squeak of his leather gloves tightening around it feels as loud as a scream. He’s wearing a leather version of his black suit and a black suede cape lined with red satin.

“I was sewing, Cardinal. I guess I lost track of time.” She’s quiet and barely heard herself but Copia picks up on it, still.

He walks closer to her, raising an eyebrow as if she said the wrong answer. Sarah starts to move to the side towards the break corner. His slow stalking towards her makes Copia look like a predator hunting for it’s next meal. His fangs poke out from his lips like an omen, like he intends to devour her. Sarah steps backwards slowly and he follows after.

Copia chuckles, “Sewing in your nightgown?”

Her eyes open wide in shock. “I, well, I like how it feels-“

“In your nightgown, Sorella, with nothing else?” He gifts her with a sinister grin when she has nowhere else to go, back pressed up against the wall.

“I-“

“In your nightgown, late at night when you know I typically work well into the evening in my office just down the hall.”

Sarah babbles out an attempt to answer him, too overwhelmed by his proximity. She stares ahead at the clasp of his cloak because she’s too scared to look into the piercing miss-matched white and green gaze. They always seem to be lifeless yet full of intensity towards her.

“I’m tired of this stupid fucking dance we have, Sorella.” He uses the handle of his cane to nudge her chin up, making Sarah look into his eyes. “I’ve grown annoyed now with your glances, your teasing.”

Her lower lip wobbles slightly and it captures his attention. “I’m sorry, Cardinal.”

Copia looks from her lips to her eyes. “I don’t think you are.” His hand rises to gently drag his fingertip along the neckline of the nightgown. He stops down in the middle of it and just barely touches the skin of her chest. Copia pokes at the top button.

“Cardinal,” Sarah breathes.

“I think you wanted me to find you here.” He pops the button open, looking down over her body. If it’s not the small tremble in her body, or her now hard nipples showing through the fabric, it’s the smell of her scent flooding with lust that confirms his suspicions.

She closes her eyes when he leans into her, his nose pressing to the inside of her neck. “Oh…”

The handle under her chin leaves its spot but she doesn’t dare move. His fangs press lightly into her skin, a small threat to what he can do if she makes the wrong move. Her nightgown is slowly unbuttoned and more of her warm skin is exposed to the cool air of the room. Goosebumps riddle her flesh and the small tremble in her body continues.

“Cardinal, I-“ Sarah tries to say something but her thoughts are broken when his gloved fingers roam the new expanse of skin with his soft leather gloves.

The nightgown is fully unbuttoned and Copia uses it to his advantage, caressing here, dragging his fingers there. He brushes a knuckle over her nipple a few times, delicately rubbing over the bud and she has to bite her lip to stifle the whimper she wishes to set free.

He can smell her arousal, can almost taste it on his tongue.

He rubs his palm over Sarah’s hip. Her blood rushes faster through her body the closer his hand gets to her core. When his middle finger slides through the slick lips of her labia, there’s practically no friction.

“I have a small correction, Sorella.” He smiles against her neck. “I know you wanted me to find you.”  

Sarah’s lips betray her and a small moan escapes while Copia strokes gently below.

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Copia takes his time rubbing over the fabric of her underwear, feeling over time how wet the gusset becomes where he could easily feel her, stroke her through it. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder before changing positions slightly. His legs bend so his feet can rest on the bed, caging her in a bit and her legs are spread open enough to give his hand more room.

“Shall we see what I’m working with?” Copia chuckles darkly.

His hand slips smoothly into her comfortable cotton underwear. He breathes a sharp breath in when his finger presses into her soaked core. An excited smile graces his face, fangs bared. There’s a giddy rush in his chest.

Copia kisses the bend in her neck and slowly pets over her. A gentle mewl comes out of Sarah and his thumb of the hand holding hers rubs over the skin, soothing a circle around and around.  

He toys with her exposed neck, pressing his teeth just enough not to draw blood. Sarah makes a high-pitched hum in the back of her throat. Her pussy feels wetter now and Copia almost thinks the squelch he hears is cute.

◇

Sarah feels hot. Her Cardinal spent as long as he wanted stroking her below. Her knees now feel wobbly.

Copia stops and she sighs at the relief. The now wet, shiny finger is brought to his lips and he hums, almost groaning at the taste.

“You taste better than I could’ve imagined, Sorella.” He smiles. “Nothing I’ve had in my life has been this good.”

His eyes flick to her neck then, making Sarah’s legs wobble.

“You,” she wets her lips, “you thought about me?”

Copia returns his eye contact to hers, putting every ounce of truth into his response. “Every time I indulged, I imagined it was with you, instead.”

That seems to have an effect on her neither could’ve predicted. Sarah slips down the wall a few inches as her legs start struggling to hold her up. He quickly positions his knee between her thighs to keep her from slipping down further. The extra pressure of her weight against the leather of his pants creates a smooth glide for her pussy to move over his sturdy thigh.

A pained mewl comes from Sarah and Copia tuts, “Now, now, Sorella. I can’t have you making a mess just yet.”

She whines, frowning while her body regains enough strength to keep herself up.

“If you want something to rub against, cara, here.” Copia presses the handle of his cane between her thighs and the cool metal touches the warm wetness of her pussy.

“Oh, Cardinal. Thank you,” Sarah sighs and it earns a satisfied humpf from Copia when her hips rock back and forth over the engraved metal.

The texture of the handle creates enough friction for her to move smoothly. She moans for him, her head hitting the wall to lean back and just feel.

Copia leans in and presses a kiss to her cheek. She gasps lightly at the touch and he smirks.

“Good, good. I want it soaked, Sorella. I want to be able to smell your essence for weeks after.”

He can’t wait anymore, not while she bites her lip and scrunches up her face in anticipation of intense pleasure. Copia leans in and kisses her, swallowing the moans and whines directly from her mouth. Sarah’s hips stutter briefly when she feels the touch of his lips on hers. It’s almost too nice, to sweet for how he’s treated her so far but she sighs all the same.

When he pulls away, Sarah tries to follow after him to no avail. Her eyes are closed and she can’t see the soft look in his as his free hand rises to drag his fingertip delicately over her face.

“Forgive me, Sorella. Not knowing the touch of your lips has haunted me,” he whispers.

Copia removes the cane handle right before she can fully crest over into her orgasm. Sarah whines, frowning before she opens her eyes to protest.

“If we are to continue, I’d like to do it, and you, properly.” Copia takes her hand into his with a gentle hold. She nods to him and he begins to lead the way.

Her vision goes black again as they exit the studio and walk down the hall. When she sees light again, Copia’s firm hand holds hers while a fully lit candelabra is in the other.

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Sarah shifts under his hold. Even fully asleep, he manages to make her flustered. There’s a warmth emanating from her skin and Copia can see a red hue spreading from her cheeks outward.

He angles her head to kiss the side of her jaw and starts to press a trail there, down her neck, to her shoulder. Copia never feels like he’s had enough of her. Everything about Sarah sets him alight; her attention, her touch, her body, the feeling of her skin on his, her come, and most of all her blood.

The idea of sinking his teeth into her in the beginning of all of this had him starting to fill out his bottoms against the pillow he placed. Occasionally he'd rut against it for relief as he touched Sarah and the smell of her slick core nearly had him finishing.

The small breaths from Sarah starts to grow faster and she huffs out. She’s close, so very close and right at the last second as he kisses her warm skin, Copia stops his ministration below. Sarah’s hips sleepily nudge once against his hand involuntarily and she pouts.

He pulls his hand out to clean his fingers and a satisfied hum comes from deep in his chest. Copia strokes his thumb across her jaw. “I have all night to play with you, amore mio. I intend to use it.”

◇

The candelabra is held high to illuminate the hall they walk through. Copia leads them confidently up a set of stairs to where she knows not. Sarah’s nightgown is buttoned up again and she’s not sure when that happened.

Finally, they stop at a large hardwood door. He unlocks the door with an ornate key and the room that reveals itself isn’t what she expected.

The room is lit with more candelabras and a roaring fire that burns at it’s hearth, ready for them. An entire wall is filled with bookshelves made of a black painted wood and a desk sits in front of one. There are a handful of stained-glass windows along the dark wall-papered walls with depictions of Lucifer’s fall from grace in Heaven. In one corner a red velvet couch and chair, and a few wooden tables make a small resting area.

The centerpiece of the room, however, is the massive and opulent bed. A four-poster bed, made of similar black hard wood, with ornately embellished red curtains pulled back at each corner pole. The bedding is full of a black plush comforter and pillows outlined with gold fringe and she suspects even the sheets are a fine satin she could slip into easily.

The space screams decadence and Sarah eyes the bed curiously before looking back up to Copia.

He almost looks hesitant, nervous now. His slightly furrowed brows and worried lips betray any air of control he might seem to possess now.

“Is it… too much?” he says, gesturing to the room.

Sarah tilts her head a few degrees and smiles sincerely. “I think it’s perfect.”

Copia nods and guides them over to the couch to sit. He offers her a drink from the cart to which she declines and he refrains himself from anything in return, moving to sit next to her then. He angles himself on the couch to face Sarah more and she mirrors him. Copia crosses one leg over the other and extends his arm along the back of the couch towards her. He taps the back of the couch a few times with his finger.

“I need to confess, I don’t normally have visitors.”

“Not even when you’re indulging?”

He fidgets in his seat. “Those are typically quick, fleeting rendezvous when I need something fast.”

Sarah scoots closer and points between them. “So, what’s this then, Cardinal.”

“A chat for now.” Copia holds her eye contact before dropping to glance at her mouth. “We can see where the night decides to take us.”

Neither one musters up the courage to speak first for a few minutes. Their eyes drift off to look around the room as they figure out how to get the ball rolling and few times, they catch the other one staring.

The first one to crack is Sarah and she sits up before saying, “I’ve seen you around the ministry grounds when I don’t have to be working in the studio. Mostly in the library.”

“How do I look?” Copia raises an eyebrow.

“Tired,” she chuckles softly and she catches a quirk of his lips. “And lonely.”

“Why didn’t you ever come give me company?”

Sarah breathes out a resigned breath. “I thought you might not want anyone bothering you because you were busy. Sometimes you’d catch me staring and I always assumed you thought it was unwanted.”

It wasn’t. It never was. He shakes his head and reaches out for her hand. Copia gently holds it between them.

“I’m sorry. I liked when you would look at me. It never felt like it came from disgust.”

She frowns and wonders how cruel members of the ministry could be towards him. “Why would anyone look at you poorly?”

“Probably my sermons when it’s my day for Black Mass.”

Ah, yes. His speeches tended to veer into the angry side. While the brothers Primo, Secondo, and Terzo’s themes were in chaos, defiance, and self expression, Copia’s would often read differently to the clergy.

Sarah always thought they didn’t get it like she did. His words rang with passion, with an emotion one could only tap into if they were fully in tune with themselves. While others saw anger, Sarah saw conviction. To not let anyone claim they know anything more about you than you, yourself. To ignore any naysayers.

“I give speeches like the Papas because I’m one of the highest-ranking members of the organization but I don’t feel like I could gain the trust of the clergy to be enough of the leader they need,” Copia admits.

He could be so much more, she thinks. He could even take the whole ministry to new heights.

“I believe you could. I believe you have the power to make history.” She cradles his jaw in her palm and rubs softly over his cheek. “I have complete faith in you.”

His head leans into her touch and closes his eyes with a soft smile.

“You know, I have the second most employee of the month awards?” Copia puffs a laugh through his nose.

“Second? Who has more?”

He sits up and they both quickly begin to miss the touch of the other’s skin. “I have no idea.” Copia looks off to the side in wonder.

Sarah uses the opportunity to admire his profile. Her eyes take in his beauty, admiring the sprinkling of freckles over his face, the enticing slope of his nose and now it points at the end. His fangs poke out casually from his teeth, pressing down on his lip on one side as he thinks of anyone in the ministry who could be better than him.

Copia comes up short.

When he turns back to Sarah, she’s caught staring again. Just like the other moments in the past when he felt her eyes over him, she doesn’t look scared or disgusted. He senses intrigue with a hint of attraction.

A knowing, coy smirk spreads his lips. “Got you.” Copia raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.

Sarah’s cheeks grow warm and a blush spreads from there down to her chest. Her lips twitch into an embarrassed smile and she looks down.

◇

He spends an hour without touching her. It was hard but he needed to know Sarah was calmed down enough before he went at it again. Copia grabs around her inner thigh and he already began to sense an uptick in her heartbeat. Its as if her body just knows when his touch is less than innocent even in her sleep.

The top buttons of the nightgown pop open with little force from him. A devilish grin spreads on Copia’s face and his fingers gently glide over Sarah’s breast. Her warm, soft skin under his along with her presence in his life feels as close to a blessing he can imagine. She always looks at him, holds him like he’s the most important thing in her world and he will forever work on returning the favor.

In the meantime, however, a little bit of teasing is fine, right?

Copia makes a trail around her chest, raising goosebumps in his wake. She huffs a breath once when he drags part of the path near her nipple, just outside the areola. The cool air hitting her flushed skin combined with his touch are a dangerous combination for Sarah’s resolve.

“Too much already?” he whispers. A light touch runs over her nipple and he kisses just under her ear as a shuddered whimper floats out of Sarah’s lips.

Time for another break.

◇

Copia tilts Sarah’s chin up with two fingers and he notes it’s the second time that night. He’s going to have to change that habit. Her eyes don’t waver when they make contact, though. She feels like she can sink into his green and white hold and live there.

He taps at her chin a few times. “Why do you always stare at me? Is your memory not good?”

Sarah moves closer and at this point, if she moved any more, she’d be in his lap. She shakes her head. “No, Cardinal. I think you’re enchanting. You’re… beautiful.”

A look of surprise washes over his features. Copia doesn’t want to believe her at first but she doesn’t appear to be joking. She’s sincere.

The playful grin on his lips confuses Sarah when he says, “Would you like a closer look?” He brushes his fingers in her hair to smooth it back.

“How?”

Copia moves his leg over his knee and puts both feet to the floor. “Come, sit.” He pats his lap.

She freezes for a few seconds as she takes in the request. He moves to squeeze her hand into his and she takes it, letting him help her settle over him. Sarah’s nightgown bunches up between them when she sits down, straddling his lap comfortably.

“I don’t bite, Sorella,” he says softly.

She might want him to do that, actually.

Copia keeps her in place with a firm hand held on her lower back. His fingers splay and press into her. He slides Sarah forward towards him and her now exposed and still wet and sensitive clit drags deliciously over the leather at his crotch.

“Oh!” she gasps lightly.  

“Are you ok, dolcezza?” He breathes in the scent of new slick spreading over his pants, fully aware of what’s happening.

She closes her eyes, biting her lip. “Mhm.”

Sarah regains her composure enough to look at him. She shakes slightly on him and Copia looks at her with furrowed brows.

“What’s happening, cara? Are you nervous? Cold?” He cups her jaw in his palm.

She’s not sure which it is so she nods either way. Copia shifts under her and brings his cloak off of his body to wrap over her shoulders. He fixes it around her, bringing it around her arms and she’s enveloped by the scent of his cologne on the fabric. “Thank you,” Sarah whispers.

“Anything for you, Sorella.”

He runs a finger down her cheek to her jaw and she settles her hands on his shoulders. Sitting closer to him now, Sarah can see more of his freckles. She smiles and brings a finger up to make constellations. His fingertips on her back tap against it a few times and it brings an end to her trance.

“Having fun?” Copia says.

“I like your freckles. They’re like stars in the sky.”

She would count them, kiss each one if she had the time. Especially the one on his lip. That one she’d kiss several times.

Copia follows her eyes and smirks when he connects the dots. “Find another thing you like?”

Sarah looks away then, overwhelmed by how he’s watching her. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

She furrows her brows briefly and he guides her back to him. “There’s a freckle on your lip.”

“What’s special about that one?”

Copia parts his lips. Sarah slowly brushes her pointer finger over them and it feels like they’re both holding their breaths. His lips open wider and a tantalizing thought forms in her head. Sarah slides her finger further into his mouth.

He closes his lips around her and hums. They both close their eyes when Sarah strokes softly over his tongue, getting her finger wet with his spit. He moans when Sarah’s ring ringer joins the other inside. Copia sucks around her nimble digits while she slowly pets his tongue.

She feels a small ounce of power course through her body as the vampire submits to her. His drool drips from his mouth while her fingers start to slowly move in and out. A steady throbbing begins deep in Sarah’s core and she slips free to descend upon herself. Her two fingers, wet with Copia’s spit, collect the globs of slick on her labia. She has barely any resistance while her fingers grant her some relief.

Sarah rubs over her clit, screaming to be touched, and she brings him out of his haze when she softly exclaims, “Ah!”

Copia watches her, mesmerized. Her eyes are closed tight in bliss. The hem of her nightgown is bunched up enough he can see the smooth glide of her fingers. His mouth waters again in anticipation of possibly getting another taste. Sarah rocks forward and it applies a small bit of pressure from the back of her hand over his lap where his hard cock lays too snug in his pants.

He groans at her touch and then again when she nudges at it again. “Cara, please.” Another nudge makes him sit up and stop her. “Sorella.”

She hums and slowly opens her eyes. “Cardinal…” Sarah’s body feels alight with a burning need.

“Did you get so frustrated just from my mouth around your fingers?”

“Mhm.” Sarah nods. She paws at his chest and leans in. “Take me to bed, Cardinal. Please.”

His lap quickly loses the weight of her body as she moves off of him to stand up, holding out her hand for him. It’s a short walk to his extravagant bed and they pause on one side. Copia raises the hand she had rubbing over herself to his lips to lick her essence from them. He moves his lips up to then press a kiss on her knuckles, his nose brushing against it.

Sarah’s face is cradled in his hold. He strokes a thumb over her cheek and before they can begin indulging in each other, he leans in for a kiss. It doesn’t lead to anything, its simply given to her as a gift for being there with him. Copia brushes the tip of his nose over hers and drags it along her cheek as he moves away.

Feeling bold, Sarah makes the move to begin undressing by fiddling with the top buttons of his shirt. Little by little, more of his chest is revealed for her as Copia lets her discover more. She slips off his shirt and jacket, raking her fingers through his soft, gray chest hair on the way down to his leather pants.

Copia’s chuckle fills the room when Sarah looks back up at him with shock.

“They’re too tight for underwear.” He shrugs.

Nonetheless, she continues and soon he’s kicking away the garment with his foot. He feels much better without the stifling leather around him. Sarah notices the way he’s breathing heavy, how his cock looks aching and hard against his stomach, flushed red and wet around the head from his precome dripping out through the night.

He stops her hand before she could touch him. “Not yet, dolcezza, hm?” Copia’s fingers run down his cloak around her. “Let me?”

Sarah nods. The comforting embrace of the fabric is lifted from her shoulders after he’s unclasped the front brooch. Copia rests it over the back of a nearby chair and then slides his fingers down her arm for the nightgown. Sarah, not wanting to wait for the buttons to be undone, pulls it over her head.

Copia brushes his gloved hands through her hair to have it back in order, for now. A delicate trail of his finger runs down from her cheek, down her throat and sternum, taking a small detour around the curve of her breast to stop and hold her waist. His other hand brings them together for another kiss, one he couldn’t help but want after witnessing her fully nude body for the first time. Sarah brushes her fingers up his stomach through his chest, remarking his swirled 666 tattoo. She squeezes her hand on his shoulder before they pull apart.

It feels as if there’s a charged energy between them. It feels like a pleasant static and it excites them. She runs her fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Lie back for me on the bed,” Copia whispers.

Sarah hates having to leave him if only for a minute. She sits on the covers and positions herself in the middle of the bed against the pillows. She reclines and the comforting plush under her feels lovely against her skin. Copia watches her get accustomed to the bedding feeling like she’s meant to be there. When she’s settled in, his knee presses into the mattress and he leans in to press a kiss to her forehead, her temple, then her cheek.

His leather-clad hand roams over Sarah’s warm skin while his kisses travel down her body. He presses into her breasts, pausing for a moment to take her nipple into his mouth and lick the hard bud. Sarah cries out in pleasure, a sound he wishes he could physically devour and live off of.

He wants to wrap himself up in her soft mewls. He’s quickly becoming addicted to the way she responds to his touch. Copia’s cock throbs and drips more precome as her small reactions overtake him already.

Copia settles between her spread legs when he lies down to his stomach. Love bites sprinkle her plush inner thighs, barely enough pressure applied to not draw any blood but enough to leave a mark. Copia doesn’t have to even try to smell how drenched Sarah is. Every time she fidgets her hips or spreads her legs open more, his eyes flick up towards Sarah and he licks his lips.

Copia sucks a red mark into her thigh, licking to soothe after when he lifts his mouth away. His mouth waters the closer he gets, his cool breath hitting over her wet folds. Sarah whines softly when she becomes keenly aware how much she’s affected by what Copia’s done.

“Dolcezza, I need to taste you.” He looks up to her, pleading with his eyes.

“Yes, oh please!” Sarah shouts.

He wastes no time and licks up her soaked core. The flood of her essence on his tongue makes Copia groan in delight and the vibrations shoot deep into her cunt. His mouth worships Sarah, building up the pressure in her, waiting to be released.

She stops him and Copia looks to her with a furrowed brow. “I need you up here, Cardinal. Please?”

As much as she would let him have her on his mouth, she needs Copia up by her. She needs his lips pressing and licking over hers, his hands caressing and grabbing at her body. Sarah wants the press of his weight fully over her.

She feels the drag of his body on hers as he inches his way up. She feels like a live wire already. The entire evening has done nothing but drive her mad with want. Copia kisses random spots of her skin while moving up, continuing his teasing with light nips.

When he’s slotted between her legs, chest to chest, Copia presses down with his weight over her and there’s a small drag of his cock to Sarah’s sensitive pussy. He nudges her clit and they moan into each other as their bodies react below.

An involuntary rock of her hips towards him has heat pooling in her stomach.

◇

Copia spends what feels like an eternity toying with Sarah with his fingers and mouth. He’s already come once in his pants, lost in a haze of her scent and the feeling of her breast in his palm. The delicious rub of fabric on his needy cock had him rutting his hips into the pillow between them. He spilled in his underwear and no-doubt soaked through both layers for the pillow to become defiled immediately.

He was only satisfied for so long until the thought of drinking his beloved’s blood entered his mind. Copia felt himself twitching to life once again.

They found a rhythm throughout the night and when Copia noticed a particular scrunch of her face or heard her sweet “uhn”s as she got closer and closer, he’d pull away. The gusset of Sarah’s panties are drenched as more and more slick pools; Copia forms a proud smile every time he checks to find more to collect on his fingers.

The morning grows closer and her alarm is set to go off soon. He already plans to make sure she stays home for a much-needed day off. Her boss Amelia got a text last night from him asking to grant Sarah a day to rest and recharge.

He wouldn’t have done any of this tonight otherwise.

He kisses the side of her neck for what feels like the millionth time and he’ll never grow tired of it. Instead of leaving the spot, he settles around it, bringing his fingers down to her incredibly sensitive core. Just the slightest touch from Copia’s fingers is enough to have her wiggling and huffing out a breath.

There’s a small twitch of her clit and he almost pets it, softly tapping once, twice, just enough to send tingles through her body. He holds up her jaw to keep Sarah’s neck and head steady for his bite and his other hand is poised below, ready to have them cresting over into ecstasy.

He bites as delicately as he can muster but she still winces in her sleep; it’s his least favorite part of an otherwise beautiful act between them. The blood flows onto Copia’s tongue and he groans into her. The taste is divine, overcome with hints of her arousal he’s stoked like a fire through the night. Her mouth makes an “O” while he drinks and Copia takes the opportunity to slide his middle and index fingers up to her mouth, slowly sliding them past her lips.

Sarah’s chin is cradled in his palm and she sucks away at his fingers, humming softly, content. A loud “mmm” is heard in the back of her throat when he finally applies enough pressure to her clit. Her hips roll forward and back and Copia barely has to move his hand while she subconsciously takes what she needs. His body follows her rhythm and he’s rutting into the pillow again.

It’s almost too much for him; the pressure to his lap, the frictionless slide over her pussy, the way she sucks on his fingers and makes them nice and sloppily wet. He removes them from her mouth and brings them down to her nipple, circling his fingertip to further build up her pleasure.

Everything happens so fast; he almost misses it.

Sarah cries out, scrunching up her face as an overwhelming force rolls through her body. She gasps, hips stuttering to a stop and Copia feels the flood of her come drench her panties. She twitches against his fingers and he makes a “V” shape around the sides to slowly rub around her labia with his fingers, soothing her enough to cause a long, bone-deep second orgasm when he gives attention back to her alarmingly sensitive clit. There’s a split second where Copia thinks she might wake up and it sends a chill down his spine.

He feels a gush following after, soaking through the fabric to drip into the bedsheets. The taste of her orgasms course through Sarah’s blood and Copia whimpers at her neck as his own hips stutter once again for his cock to spill into his pants. At this point he’s going to have to throw out the pillow entirely. It’s not salvageable.

His tongue licks over the puncture marks of her neck when he’s finished drinking from her. Next, he brings his wet fingers coated in her release up to his mouth to clean and savor the taste of her. Sarah breathes in and out steady and he places a hand over her heart to check when it’s gone back to her normal rhythm. Copia whispers “I love you, ti amo” repeatedly like a prayer while he keeps his hand pressed over her heart.

◇

Copia grinds into her as they kiss, humming their delight. Sarah brushes her fingers through his hair, tugging when she gasps, closer to her end. Both have their eyes closed as they savor everything they’re feeling.

She sighs against his lips, “Cardinal…”

He hums, slowing down over her and Sarah looks at him, confused.

“Cara, if you would like, please, call me Copia. No more Cardinal. I don’t think of you as anyone under me.” He looks down at her, laughing at the playful smile on her lips. “Well, metaphorically speaking.”

She giggles softly as his lips flatten to a nervous line. “Call me Sarah, then,” she pauses before smiling wider, “Copia.”

His name from her lips, in her voice, sounds like a birdsong. The soft, happy way she said it makes him awestruck and he’s leaning in to kiss her. Copia wants to hear her say it forever.

A need for more sparks between them when the kiss develops into something heavier. Sarah is panting, poking her lip over to his to lick into his mouth. The room fills with the wet smacks of their kisses in-between whimpers and throaty groans as they start rolling their hips into each other. Copia’s stiff cock slides perfectly through her warm wetness. Sarah opens her legs wider to feel him closer and the press to her clit makes her think she’s seeing stars.

Copia pulls away from her lips, missing them already. “Could I bite your neck, cara? I need, oh,” he moans, “your blood. It’s calling to me.”

She nods quickly and his lips latch onto her neck before she’s answering him with a “yes”. He licks at her neck, inhaling her scent and it makes him twitch. Precome leaks out from his tip to spread on her lower stomach. Sarah mewls at the soft nips to her sensitive skin and he warns her what’s to come next.

The bite sends a sharp sting to her neck and she cries out. Copia tries to soothe her as much as he can with his thumb rubbing softly over her cheek as she’s cradled in his palm to stay in place. Soon after, thankfully, the venom from the bite spreads through her body and she feels a soft buzz to all of her nerves.

“Copia…” she sighs, bringing a hand up through his hair to thread her fingers through his soft, silky strands.

Sarah comes first with a surprised gasp. The nudges of Copia’s cock to her clit as they grind their bodies together and the venom in her blood mix into a cocktail of pleasure. She’s slowing her hips to ride out the wave of warmth spreading through her body as she chants his name in praise, the only thing her mind can focus on. She smiles softly, closing her eyes to savor the moment.

Shortly after Sarah settles under him, Copia only has to roll his hips a few times to feel the coil in his stomach spring free, spilling onto her stomach. Her blood flowing past his lips is somehow sinfully delicious and heaven-sent at the same time. He’s drunk off her taste, his body too overcome to hold back as he humps quickly, desperate against Sarah’s dripping core. His come spreads on both of their stomachs.

“Oh, amore mio…” Copia breathes, licking and kissing her neck once the bleeding stops and his hips cease rolling into her. He’s making a bloody trail to her lips once again, mumbling against her mouth, “Stay with me.”

A soft, sleepy hum comes from Sarah. “Stay?”

“Ti prego, Sarah. Stay.” He watches her as she takes in his request. “Live by my side, forever…” Copia whispers the last word, leaning in to press their foreheads together and nuzzle the tip of his nose with hers

“Will you turn me? To be like you?” she asks quietly, almost not believing him.

He reveals a striking show of vulnerability to her. Copia reaches out for her hand, threading their fingers together in a soft hold.

“You are enchanting, Sarah. I feel pulled to you when I can feel the gentle touch of your eyes.” He smiles. “I’ve never felt this way. You have consumed my thoughts, amore.”

Sarah kisses him and its light, a blink-and-you-miss touch. “Yes.” She smiles wide and nods. “I’ll stay.”

Copia pulls back from her and he’s ecstatic. He drags his fingertip down her cheek and then moves to bite into his wrist.

“Drink, amore,” he whispers. He presses the bloody offering to Sarah’s lips and she obeys, latching on to accept his most unholy offering.

The gentle lapping of her tongue over his sensitive skin is almost too much for him to handle. She closes her eyes and smiles against his wrist.

There’s a smack of her lips as Copia removes his wrist and he finds her mouth delightfully bloody.

“You’re delicious,” Sarah gasps when his wrist is taken away.  

He grins, leaning in to peck her lips. “As are you, dolcezza.”

When he bites into her neck again, she barely feels anything. Copia’s blood in her system seems to have neutralized any pain he could’ve inflicted and she relaxes into the bed. He laps at Sarah’s blood, drinking all she has to give so he can gift her in return his eternal devotion.

She starts to feel lightheaded, hazy. Her eyelids feel heavy and her vision is spotty. Sarah tries to say something but Copia rushes to soothe her, keeping a reassuring hold on the other side of her neck. She takes desperate gasps for breath as her body attempts to cling onto the last remains of life he drains from her.

The world fades from her, the last words Sarah can remember hearing in his voice being a gentle “ti amo” over and over again as her vision goes black, everything turning silent and still.

◇

She wakes the following morning feeling floaty all over. Before she can open her eyes, her tongue runs over her teeth to check for any changes like newly grown fangs. Everything she dreamt felt too real, too tangible.

Her loving Copia spoons her, keeping a secure hold around her stomach and his face nuzzled into her neck from behind. Their legs are tangled together.

There are two thoughts Sarah comes to realize in that moment: she’s not a vampire and there’s an overwhelming wet stickiness down below in her underwear.

Copia’s gruff, sleepy voice surprises her. “Are you awake, amore mio?”

“Yeah.”

He somehow pulls her closer into him to whisper, “How are you feeling?”

For the first time in what feels like a long time, she can answer, “Relaxed. I’m completely at peace.”

The tension in her muscles that’d been a constant reminder to her for a month finally feels lifted away. Sarah turns around to face him, taking it slow. Copia brushes a lock of hair from her face to look at her without any obstruction. Her sleepy eyes look at him and she smiles.

“That’s everything I wanted to give you, dolcezza.”

They lean in, meeting in the middle for a kiss. A lingering copper taste on his lips has her smiling. If not for the carefully placed bandage on her neck, she wouldn’t have known he drank from her until this moment.

Copia falls to lie on his back and Sarah follows to rest over him. She’s quiet for a few minutes while she places her palm over his chest. He brought his hand down to rest over hers. Copia feels like he needs to be touching her in some way right now. He wants a soft morning for them, free from having to rush out of the door with only a kiss to last the whole day until they get another.  

“You’re staying home today, cara.” He rubs his thumb over her hand.

“But I have so much-“

“And you can get back to it tomorrow.” Copia raises a stern eyebrow towards her and brings her palm up to kiss it delicately.

“But Amelia-“

“She’s letting you take the day off. I texted her last night for the okay.”

Sarah rises to her elbow. She looks at him with a small awe in her eyes and he smiles back. His eyes are soft, tender. Copia brings Sarah back to press a kiss to her forehead before she lies back down.

Their hands stay together and he starts rubbing his thumb over it again. Now that she doesn’t have to go to work, Sarah relaxes next to him, humming.

“What happened last night? I think I fell asleep before the movie ended.”

Copia hums, laughing to himself. “Define what happened?”

“Like,” she looks up to him, “what’d you do to me when I passed out?”

“What you asked for, amore mio. Touching you. Drinking your blood and giving you sweet dreams.” He winks. “Your little sounds of pleasure were inspired. I played with you all night.” He considers himself to have played her a symphony of bliss.

“All night?” Sarah’s eyes open wide. “That explains parts of my dream…”

A coy eyebrow raise comes from Copia and he smirks as he switches their position in bed. Sarah lies on her back, blushing and refusing to look at him. He looks to the bandage and checks the progress when he peels back the gauze to remove it. A delicate press of his lips touches over the mostly healed puncture marks and Copia whispers affection to it.

When he looks back to Sarah, she’s looking at him with a soft smile. “So, this dream of yours. What did I do this time to captivate you?”

“Who said it was you I dreamt about?” She looks at him with a smug face.

“Very funny.” Copia frowns. “Tell me, cara.”

Sarah fidgets beneath him, scrunching up her face. Looking back, she thinks it might’ve been too indulgent.  

She shakes her head. “I plea the fifth! It’s too embarrassing.”

“The fifth?” Copia laughs, his hand sliding down to grab her hip so she stills. “Amore I’m going to be the Forth soon, remember? You’ll be pleading to the Forth every night.”  

He leans in to kiss her, nibbling briefly before pressing his lips to hers. Sarah hums, opening her legs so he can slot closer to her body. The wet smacks of their mouths together fill the room as the simple kiss evolves into something more heated. Something sparks between their bodies and she runs her fingers through his hair.

She feels like she’s back in her dream again except they’re wearing significantly more clothes and she can feel his bare hands. Copia like this over her is so much better than what she can make up in her head. He knows her, intimately, and she’s always surprised.  

“Something like this happened,” Sarah sighs. “You’d found me in the sewing studio late at night in my nightgown.”

“Odd thing to wear to work.”

She chuckles, “You thought so too… in a manner of words.”

Copia brushes a strand of hair from her face and slides his palm down to cup her jaw. “What else?”

Sarah blushes. “Things became heated. You might’ve had me grind on your cane handle.” She closes her eyes and winces. “And I wasn’t wearing underwear.”

“Oh. Oh! How naughty, amore.”

As if he hasn’t thought about something like it, too.

“Mhm.” Her eyes open and she sighs. “Some things are hard to remember. There was a part where you brought me to your room – it was very opulent, by the way – and we talked. I had my fingers in your mouth at one point?” Sarah fidgets at the reveal, looking away.

Copia raises his eyebrows at her. He wouldn’t exactly oppose the idea.  

“We ended up having sex but it really was just grinding into each other.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

She nods. “The last thing I remember was that you were asking me to stay with you forever. You… turned me into a vampire.”

They both smile knowing that’s in their future. Sarah doesn’t know when but she knows he wants it just as much as she does. Sometimes late at night with a movie on in the background, before she drifts off to sleep, they talk about ideas for the ceremony and what he’ll do to turn her. Ever since it became a sure thing for them, the idea can’t help but sneak into her fantasies.

Copia’s thumb rubs her cheek softly and he grins, fangs on display. “I think I can help some of these become a reality.”

Sarah pulls him down for kiss and mumbles against his lips, “I can’t wait.”

Thank you so much for reading!

[fafodill]

I like imagining Severus as a student, so utterly focused on his academics. His bad skin, the way other perceived him, his family... he couldn't control.

But potions he could. There was something comforting about having a recipe and being able to try and retry and redo and test and discover. Something so exciting. The first time he found a way - by himself - to make a potion more potent had been so exhilarating.

Finally he had something. His thing. Something that felt right, that belonged to him.

Sure making potion could be dangerous but it still felt safer than people. Ingredients were friends, whispering secrets to him if he listened close enough. -----

I worked on this drawing for a long time. The second one was my first attempt and even though I liked the colors I wasn't happy with it. I let it rest and finally decided to redraw him altogether.

[hancfubuki]

caleb has carefully built walls around his heart, however, the more time he spends with rafayel, the easier is for him to weave his way through them. for a moment, he says nothing, simply gazing at rafayel with an intensity that could also be a bit overwhelming, his purple eyes glimmering as a smile curls from the corner of his lips. "you have no idea how much that means to me." he murmurs, his hands still cupping the lemurian's face, not wanting to let go. "you say you'll protect me, and i believe you. but please, don't forget i'm not someone who will just stand by and the world hurt you. i'll also shield you from whaterver tries to take away that light in your eyes." in a more playful aura, he bops the tip of his nose with his fingertip. "if you believe i'm enough, i'lll make sure i'm worthy of that trust. so yes, i'll stay long enough, and together, we'll rewrite the ending we thought we were destined for." he feels the atmosphere between them lifting up a bit, no longer feeling tense nor regretting past decisions.

"oh?" he laughs amused, not even being able to hide it. "can you blame me? you were practically screaming for someone to hold you." he finds himself teasing again, comfortable enough to let this playful side of him. "you're right, though. i couldn't stay away even if i wanted to. perhaps you reminded me of something i'd lost, or your fire just called to me." his smiles softens as his fingers trace gentle patterns along the side of his face before leaning closer to press a kiss to his temple, lingering there for a moment before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, listening to everything he's already planning to do. as he's pulled into a hug, he instinctively reaches to the back of his head, petting him softly as he listens to him. his breath catching slightly as his words paint vivid pictures of distant lands and possibilities, truly of an eternity shared. his arm tighten around him, pulling him closer as well, while fingers tangle in his hair as he leans closer. "i'll show you everything." he whispers, a chuckle leaving his lips as he described so wonderfully some places in earth that might actually not be as appealing as he might think, but the idea of exploring the world together, suddenly made the thought comforting.

"sadly, my life is not as wonderful as you might think. i was not born on a beautiful land nor did i grew up in a pretty place. i was born within walls of stone, hidden deep underground. it was cold, with gas lamps that barely provided any light in that oppressive darkness, full of rusted pipes that dripped water that produced an ominous echo. it also had lot of shelves full with jars of organs suspended in blue liquids, malformed embryos, and monstrosities that blurred the line between human and something else, vials filled with glowing substances, labeled with codes and symbols incomprehensible to anyone but them. i can't take you there, raf. they would do indescribable things to you. it would be like leading you to a life of restraint and pain. i can take you anywhere you want, but that place is off limits." his lips press in a thin line, visible uncomfortable at the memories. and it's when realizes that rafayel already shared some part of his life with him, and he hasn't provide any details of his origin or childhood. "i don't know where i was born, but i grew up in a lab. never met my real parents either, i never had a family. the woman who took me in worked for them, she... also experimented on me. and i'm unsure about her real intentions, why she took me in. can't tell if it was pity or a need to have me close. i don't have a home either, my ship was my home, the sea itself. and there are countless of places on land that bring me pain, i can certainly take you there, were i have lost vital members of my crew. but not there. i know we are strong enough to take them down, but what if..." his brows furrow, getting angry just at the idea of them trapping rafayel and keeping him in a cage. "what if it goes wrong? it's too dangerous."

caleb watches him with a faint smile, looking how he suddenly picks up the pearl. the sudden worries vanish, eyes reflecting amusement once again laced with affection. he kneels slowly to join rafayel, his hand brushing against the other's as he gently takes the pearl to inspect it, holding it up between his fingers. "well, i can appreciate their beauty. i heard they are worth a lot of gold, used in jewelry. but if you asked me, their real worth lies in the story of how they’re made. they’re a reminder that even pain and pressure can make something worth treasuring." he rolls the pearl in his palm before holding it back out, letting it catch the faint glow of light between them. "maybe i should ask what they mean to you first, because i'd like anything, as long as it reminds me of you."

Rafayel hears the rustle of moss before he feels his eyes on the top of his head, and he hears the reassurance that only twists his emotions further into disarray. Rather than words coming from his mouth, it's the gentle touch that has him peek through his fingers, lower his hands, and show him shining eyes brimmed with tears, wavering gaze meeting his fear, guarded, expecting rejection, even when he continues to reassure. His thumb is warm and gentle as he clears his eyes of tears, anxiety bubbling under his skin, breath caught in his throat as he warily assesses the other with an unknown clarity. None of his actions are rushed, instead he feels like the gentle breeze against his skin, a warmth clinging to his skin and reassuring him of a coming day, eyelids lowered but staring down at the movements of his, his hand cupped his cheek and Rafayel slowly, cautiously, leans the weight of his head against it as his lips come close and press more reassurance against him.

I love you.

He says so gently as they part, and Rafayel had watched through hooded eyes the way his brows creased, the way his lips moved, his tall nose, and the way his lashes fluttered with every way their lips moulded together. Yet, rather than words he struggled to believe, he relied on the firm touches keeping him grounded, pulling him in towards the man with fingers in his hair, the warm breath brushing him filled with desire and affection, every fibre of his being thrumming when he isn't pushed but dragged further towards his self like gravity.

When the thought had first arisen, it was on a whim.

Empathy or pity, he didn't want to watch another soul endure more pain than necessary. After all, he believed everyone deserved to find peace and a reason to live. He didn't believe death was ultimately evil, but he also didn't think anyone should have to face death with loneliness or despair. Yet now, as he grew attached, started to care, he feels his emotions overflow. I found hope to live. That's all he wanted to hear, and he feels himself nod to his confession, humming softly in recognition as he takes a step forward, burying his face into the hands cupping his cheek, rubbing his nose against his palm, and looking up at him with adoration welling from deep in his chest. "I won't let you feel that pain anymore." As he finds his voice, he raises his own hands to cup over the ones on his face, keeping them still and letting him play with his cheeks if he so desires, enjoying the touch as it soothes the pain. For now, his worries are eased, only determination and love left in his touch. "From now on, I will break you free from the cycle of suffering if you ever fall back. I will protect you from anyone who dares to bring you harm. If you believe that I am enough," he sighs, squeezing his hand tight. "-You can stay with me for as long as you'd like."

Moving too fast. Rafayel lets out a wet chuckle as he lowers his gaze, a smile finally stretching his lips. "I remember someone's very first instinct was to drag me into their arms." Indeed, this was faster than he could have ever imagined himself falling. Yet it hadn't felt rushed when he had dragged Caleb under the raging ocean that fateful night, there had been indifference when he had first awoken, but everything had fit into place in a natural order from the moment he realized their souls resonated a familiarly, when Caleb fearlessly pulled him into his arms, facing his powers head on without fear but acceptance. He had seen the boy trapped behind responsibilities and a power he had been forced to control, scared of a mistake he once made, but also accepting the spoiled and playful boy, the part of him that wanted to experiment with love.  Rafayel isn't sure if he could call it love at first sight, not when he still doesn't quite understand the depth of his new feelings. But he is sure to nod when Caleb asks him to stay, tilting his head up to press his lips to his in return.

"An eternity is a long time."

The Lemurian opens his eyes slowly, hands now reaching up so he can cup the other's face, blue and pink eyes now clear as he tilts his chin and straightens his back to reach his height, noses brushing. "But that means we'll have plenty of time to travel the world, like you said." The weight on his shoulders feels lighter, his hands slipping into Caleb's hair, then down so his elbows can rest on his shoulders, pulling him in and hugging him close. He let his cheek rest on the span of his shoulder, squished and comfortable to share warmth in the gentle light and purple glow of weeds. "I read of land far from the coast closest to Whalefall City. Places where they paint with ground vermilion and sulphur. Some cities that smell like sweet and spicy spices with fragrant oil, flowers that bloom once every hundred years, and logs of a land where they play music from instruments vastly different from the ones I know of." He lifts his head, playing with the long ends of his hair as his eyes glow warmly. This was his answer; he would give an eternity and more. "I want to see the world you call home. Where you were born, where you grew up, and the places and people you liked most. But not just the places that make you nostalgic and happy, but also those that have melancholy and pain. All of it."

A sigh escapes his lips, tears dried and comforted by the sudden realization that he wasn't alone in his sudden affection. Like he said, they could slowly learn what they didn't yet know. But as he glances down at the pearls littered on the floor, not too many but enough to be visible at first glance, his ears turn red as heat reaches his face, pulling away only to crouch down and pick one up. Then, he holds it up to stare before looking at Caleb with a questioning tilt of his head, sheepish but curious. "Do you like pearls?"

Humans did, but he doesn't know much about Caleb.

[victorluvsalice]

-->Only for her and Smiler to decide they wanted to play ping-pong together, and for Alice to run off to the ping-pong table before I could stop the interaction. *sigh* Damn werewolf super-speed... I was like “fine, okay, you can play a game of –

“Hmm. Actually. Hang on. Why not play a round of juice pong instead? Be something DIFFERENT for me to watch, anyway.”

And so they did, tossing balls at each other’s cups of juice. As you do. XD And damn, Alice absolutely SMOKED Smiler, getting all four of their cups while they only got ONE. I think I see why Smiler only plays regular ping-pong with people these days. XD Sorry Smiler! Maybe this will make you a little less obsessed with the table!

-->Anyway – Victor finished the tending and the fertilizing while this was all going on (super vitality on the remaining oversized crops, and some pet poops on a few nearby flowers) – as he was busting for a pee and dirty, I had him transportalate up to the white-and-blue bathroom and hit the toilet and the shower while Alice went on a hunt and Smiler entered the greenhouse to get their plasma fruit and herbalism supplies (along with some pears and plantains) before super-selling the rest. Well, ALMOST all of the rest – the way they did it, the apple tree got missed in every super-sell batch, so they ended up harvesting that too. XD Well, they can use ‘em for nectar! While that was going on, Victor finished his shower and cleaned some more spoiled food out of the fridge –

-->And then I spotted Ian Moody standing on the porch for some reason, being pestered by a couple of specters. I decided to have Victor save the poor old guy and sent him out to give one of the ghost blobs a Potion Of Good Fortune – the gift was a hit, fortunately, and Victor got another lump of wraith wax, which he promptly sold to an oddity collector because we have ENOUGH of that stuff, thank you. XD Ian, thus freed, immediately headed back out into the world as Alice returned from her Hunt, mouth full of meat and Fury high. (I guess he saw all this and thought “NOPE.” Which, fair.) I looked at her devouring her steak while all aglow, looked at the in-game clock and saw it was noon –

And was like “you know what, I’m not going to the store today. They can just have a chill day at home for a change.” So I directed everyone to hang out on the porch together for a bit while Alice finished her meal, then Smiler went over to shape the bonsai into a freezer bunny shape (as they were feeling very playful) and had Victor get a REAL lunch of mushroom steak (as he was trying to eat ice cream – you have to eat REAL FOOD sometimes, Victor) –

[teaboot]

One time my mom took me to a hibachi grill with a bunch of her friends and if you've never been to a hibachi grill basically the draw is that theres a bunch of interactive performance stuff done by the cook who cooks for you at your table, and one of the tricks they did at this one was take a squeeze bottle full of liquor and shoot it into your mouth across the table (with permission)

And now at our table my mom explained this because it was my first time going, and she wanted to make sure to warn me it was liquor because she knows I don't drink- she just said "if he offers to shoot at your mouth, say no because it's alcohol".

And so the chef does his thing and it's all very impressive, but the time does come where he pulls out this squeeze bottle of booze and asks me if I wanna try

I of course say no, because I really don't do alcohol, so he moves on to someone else

And I watch, and slowly come to understand that this is some sort of game, because once someone is drinking from the continuous flow the chef starts counting "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

I realize that we're trying to see who can keep drinking the liquor from three feet away without choking or spilling, and its a bummer cause i kinda wanna try and I CAN'T

But he goes around the table with everyone there, and I think my mom makes it to three, one friend makes it to five, I think my brother got to three as well, and he comes back to me

And I'm REALLY bummed out now but I will not drink alcohol, so I sort of sadly repeat that I can't when he pulls out a SECOND BOTTLE and grins and goes "juice?"

And Im like FUCK YEAH LET'S GO and I'm a bit worried he's gonna spray it into my eye or something but he doesn't, it hits me right at the back of the throat, and I start drinking while the whole fucking table counts "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

And like

It just sorta

Kept going?

And Im looking at the chef and he starts freaking out by the time we get to six, and at around seven I kinda start looking around and my auntie is staring back in shock, my brother is laughing his ass off and my mom has her face in her hands

And then at like nine or ten it gets like. Super tense and quiet, and only the chef is still counting

And I guess it got too much for even him cause we're at eleven and I don't believe in quitting early and it is almost painful how awkward it's getting

So he cuts me off at twelve and raises his hands in the air and everyone else cheers and claps like a dumb movie

and I just sit back in my seat to look back at my mother staring at me surrounded by everyone she knows, bright fucking red in the face and choking with honest to god tears in her eyes and she puts her face back in her palms and starts chanting "I don't want to know. I don't want to know. I don't want to know"

So I give her the biggest, proudest grin and tell her, "I won."

So now every time something suggestive happens in a movie, or in conversation, or something shocking happens around us and she goes to jokingly cover my ears, I just ask her, "Remember when I won?" And she goes face-down and groans, because I know EXACTLY how she thinks I trained to develop that particular skill and she HATES knowing that about me

The truth is though, I'm a whole ass 28 year old virgin. I've never so much as kissed anyone in my life. I had no idea I could do that trick until that exact moment

But she doesn't know that, and I'm never gonna tell her

[eraserbread]

that first trimester was terrible... but, your husband, nanami, swears the second one is personal

"kento?" you whisper, shaking his wide frame in your arms. he worked all day, so he has every right to his sleep, but you couldn't calm the throbbing between your legs. it's come back with a vengeance after your time in the shower this morning with him, and now you couldn't settle. kento doesn't budge.

"please." you try again, whining in his ear and squeezing the flesh of his chest. "I love you so much... p-please." beads of cold sweat have began to form on your skin, reacting to the throbbing deep inside of you.

where you can't see, kento opens his eyes at once. remaining stoic in your arms. you're humping against his leg, whining sweetly into his back. he lets you, too tired to move.

"can we do it? please?" kissing over his rippling back, the skin blooms red in the darkness of the night bedroom.

if he were a bit more awake, kento would understand and be a bit sweeter, but he was exhausted. "this can't wait until the morning?" he grumbles, still so thoughtful and quiet in his daze.

you won't lie and say his tone didn't strike you, so instead of kissing him again, you press your forehead into his shoulder and pull away.

swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you take a second to catch your breath, whining softly in your throat as the change of position makes your core tremble and cry out for help. you're crushing your thighs together, head hanging between your shoulders as kento drifts back off.

overcome, horny and emotional, you start crying. sniffling and hiccuping in your fist. It felt like every vein in your body was screaming for release, and it's painful.

of course, kento can't truly fall back asleep when you're crying next to him, pitiful and whiny because you refuse to bother him further. he'd have to bother himself, he comes to terms when he sits up, peeling his eyes open again.

"don't cry, now i feel bad." he's muttering, closing his palm over his face to rub some sense back to his features.

"g-go back to sleep." you whimper, wiping at your tears just for more to fall. "I'm sorry, I hate bothering you."

"come here, it's fine. i know what you need." kento refuses to look at a clock -- he refuses to see how much sleep he's losing. it's a problem he'd face five hours from now, not when you're a sniffling mess at his bedside.

"really?" there's a tinge of hope there, excitement buried under your pitiful tone as you turn over your shoulder. he's shirtless, staring back at you through the dim moonlight. hair ruffled, eyes low, lips pressed together. grumpy and sleepy. but, as your eyes trail down his body, you can see the hardened lump in his underwear, peeking from the blankets.

you crawl to him.

straddling his lap is so familiar, kissing down his neck - letting your sweet skin drag across his shaved stubble feels right. he's genuinely letting you do all the work right now, yawning every few seconds as you attack another area of his skin in kisses.

you're starving -- grinding on his thick erection with a drunken fervor. he thinks your eagerness is cute, endearing in the right situations. not when he's so tired.

and you see that just enough to take advantage of it.

sure, he was dozing off, but the second he feels your teeth latch around his nipple, he's shooting them open.

"now, this is just pointless," he grunts, closing his hands over your hunched shoulders as you're sucking and biting at his reddening nipple. you're moving like you're trying to spout milk from him -- left hand massaging his left pec.

"nooo. i wanna."

kento's pulls a hand back to his face, bunching it in a fist as he lets you have your way. if you weren't five months pregnant, he'd throw you back down on the bed and press you so stupid with his cock that you had no choice but to cum, then fall right back asleep.

so, yes -- this was a sticky situation. he wouldn't manhandle his pregnant wife. not without a dangerously guilty conscience to deal with in the morning.

but once you had your fill, pulsating lips switching from nipple to swollen nipple, laced with a handful of his thick, delicious muscle, you pull away and kiss lower. that little dip in attention has kento wrapping his arms around your waist, digging his fingers into the skin as he grabs and pushes you off of him.

you squeak, not expecting such a drastic change. laying out on your side, arms splayed to catch some footing, he's kneeling over you. a hand shoves into the front of his briefs, swallowing a groan as his suffocated cock springs free.

"would you just behave?" that patience is dwindling now as he crawls in behind you. he's shivering slightly, teasing the bead of pre back against the flushed tip of his cock. you're flicking between the lewdness and the look on his face, heart pummeling when you see him bite over his bottom lip.

"y-yes... please put it in." your voice is wrecked, lips tingly and red. he mounts you, long legs splayed behind as he blindly makes that familiar descent between your thighs, trailing against your ass and dipping into your sopping, messy cunt.

he sighs, neck twitching as you slurp him up like you've never been fed before. pregnancy sex is just so different -- so lewd with you and your crying body. there's so much fluid, a mess of slick coating yours and his thighs.

so, it takes nothing -- i mean, nothing, for him to coax that first messy orgasm out of you, and you're squirting everywhere. screaming his name like you're on the verge of death, and he's the culprit.

his big hand clenches onto one of your thighs, fucking you into the wet sheets like a dog as he eases all that cum out of you.

when you're done and dumb with pliancy, you're rolling back over kento when he settles in his spot. your side of the bed is soaked, so you spend all night sleeping right on top of him, belly smushed into his and legs twisted together.

you would definitely hear about this uncomfortable situation tomorrow before he shrugs off to work. you'll also definitely jump his grumpy, tired bones as soon as he steps foot through the front door that evening. you're smiling at nothing anymore, finally satiated and sleepy enough to drift off to dreams about kento and your baby.

[succubusvalentine]

Hunter Simon Riley hunting Witch Reader. CW : Hate sex, biting, tit play, unprotected sex, slightly mean Simon, brief fight but nothing graphic.

He'd been tracking you for months, every time he thought he'd cornered you, you would slip out of his grasp at every turn.

Simon had tracked you down to a small town in Kansas, watching you stalk into the woods, presumably to perform one of your rituals.

He followed you silently, being careful not to tread on anything that would alert you to his presence.

As you knelt down and began pulling out the items for your ritual, you heard a twig snap directly behind you. Before you could even turn to face what was behind you, there was a thick arm around your waist and a blade against your throat.

"Riley" you muttered with an eye roll.

"Couldn't let you slip away this time, baby" Simon growled against your ear.

Immediately you threw your head back, grinning in satisfaction as you heard Simon hiss in pain from your head meeting his nose.

He stumbled back and you turned around, only for Simon to lunge at you.

The scuffle was intense. There were a few moments you believed you may lose, but you always managed to pull through.

You pant heavily as Simon pinned you to a tree with the blade against your throat once more. Simon also out of breath but refusing to seem vulnerable.

Your eyes met Simons. The same eyes that multiple supernatural beings saw before meeting their ends. And yet strangely, you didn't feel fear. You just felt desire.

You acted fast. Grabbing Simons hair and tugging him to meet your lips.

You were surprised that Simon didn't immediately try and push you away, or hurt you. But instead bit your bottom lip and kissed you deeply. Groaning into your mouth.

Simons hands went under your thighs, lifting you up against the tree, growling as he bit down on your neck.

You scrambled to pull at the string of your bust, the fabric falling away and Simon leaned down, lifting you slightly higher so he could latch his mouth to your left breast at a comfortable angle.

You moaned as Simons tongue flicked against your hardened nipple, gripping his hair tight when he bit down, soothing the pleasurable sting with his tongue.

Eventually, Simon got impatient. He shoved your skirt up and ripped your panties, pulling your legs slightly tighter around his hips so he could unbuckle his belt without the worry of you falling.

You whined as Simon ran the fat tip of his cock through your folds. Your head tipping back against the tree as a drawled out moan fell from your lips, Simon finally sliding into you.

He barely gave you time to adjust. His thrusts angry and hard. Each one making you moan louder than the last.

"Fucking shut up, witch. Don't need the town knowing I'm fucking you" Simon growled against your neck.

"Thought you'd want everyone to know that you fuck good" you pout mockingly between moans. Making Simon snap his hips at just the right angle.

Simons rough fingers came down to rub at your clit. The combined stimulation making you gasp and grab at his hair.

Your mouth fell into a silent scream as you came on his cock. Simon thrusting a few more times before spilling into you. A small groan of satisfaction coming from him.

Once you had recovered from your powerful orgasm, you assumed that Simon would just drop you and leave. But he didn't. He merely made sure you were decent before throwing you over his shoulder and stalking back to his truck.

"Not letting go of this pussy, now, swee'eart. Even if you're a witch"

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[alexiroflife]

jjk men when you aren't feeling well but try to hide it...

"hello! i was wondering if you could write an angst but w comfort fluff headcannon w the jjk men? i was thinking reader has an injury or is sick but she hides it, but they find out. it would be great if you can, but if not i totally understand. your writing is amazing!!!" -anon

gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

satoru gojo: (sprained ankle!)

you're fucked.

you know you are the moment you go to pick yourself up from your boyfriend's hardwood kitchen floors and wince in pain in reaction to the pressure in your left ankle.

you hiss, immediately stumbling back to a sitting position. You look over your outstretched foot to find that your ankle is rapidly swelling, and you curse under your breath.

this is so inconvenient. of all times to injure yourself, you of course had to a day before an important mission. you never handle injuries very well. you are always so quick to brush them off, or at least be in denial about them because you can't stand the thought of feeling helpless or incapable.

especially not when satoru gojo is your boyfriend, who unfortunately knows you far too well to overlook something like an injury to your ankle.

damn. what are you supposed to do? satoru will never let you out of his sight, let alone allow you to go on this mission if he finds out about your injury. as much as you love the way he looks after you, you're not in the mood to accept the fact that you may not be able to walk for a few days without his help.

you try to stand again, stubborn with determination. you grip onto the countertop and rise slowly on your able foot, then lean to press your injured foot down slowly. okay... not so bad! Maybe you can add just a little bit more pressure, and-

"fuck," you curse, sharp pain throbbing through your foot the moment you try to walk. You lift your leg immediately and whimper, leaning your body against the counter. "god dammit," you pout.

you should ice it, you think, but icing it will only make the injury more real. maybe it's not so bad, right? maybe if you just sit down for a bit and push it to the back of your head, it will go away?

you know it's not smart, but truthfully, you don't have the time to worry about a stupid ankle. you're sure you only irritated it. with some rest, you'll be fine.

you hop your way up the stairs with your hand gripping the railing tightly to your shared bedroom and ease yourself into bed. you decide you'll take a nap while you wait for satoru to come home, ignoring the simmering pain in your swollen ankle.

"babyyy!"

you wake suddenly to the sound of satoru's voice singing through the house. you jump and immediately hold in a whimper of pain when you accidentally shift your foot beneath the covers. you can tell solely by the lack of mobility in your ankle that it's, unsurprisingly, gotten worse.

you panic, moving quickly to prop your back up against the headboard. you fix yourself in the most normal possible position you can without agitating your foot, and you turn to the door with an innocent expression the second satoru bursts through with a beam.

"hey, pretty," he walks in and immediately crouches over the bed to wrap you up in a hug. you cringe as his lips meet every crook of your face, his body enveloping you in warmth. "missed you so much today," he sighs.

"missed you too, toru," you wrap your arms around his back. "how was your day?"

"same old same old. the higher-ups only get more annoying each day, if that's even possible," he grumbles into your ear, slumping against you. "what are you doing cooped up here all by yourself? you taking a nap?"

"yeah, I just woke up," you tell him with a hefty exhale, his lips meeting the crook of your neck lazily as he nuzzles into you. "you wanna take one with me, you big baby?" you giggle.

"god yes," satoru agrees. "but first, I'm starving. did you eat while I was gone?"

"nah, I waited for you, toru."

"well, you normally cook, baby, I was waiting for you."

you momentarily freeze and he pulls back reluctantly, not before dotting one more kiss to the crook of your jaw. you had completely forgotten about making dinner, but seeing how you couldn't even walk, those cards were off the table.

he looks down at you with his arms propped on either side of your figure on the bed. your ankle continues to throb, and while you try to hide the pain that you are currently in by shifting ever so subtly beneath him, his sapphire eyes catch the twitch in your brow and the motion of your body beneath his blindfold.

"not that I care if you cook or not. obviously you were tired..." he trails off. "you okay?"

fucking hell, damn those six eyes.

you nod despite yourself, keeping a soft smile as you brush your fingers over satoru's hair. "yeah, of course. just tired like you said. I'm sorry about dinner, it slipped my mind."

"don't you dare apologize," he ducks down to kiss your cheek loudly. "we can go out to eat. make it a date before your big mission tomorrow, yeah?"

you internally deflate. the idea sounds amazing, but going on a date would mean getting up, getting dressed, and walking out the door. you're unfortunately physically incapable of doing any of the above at the moment.

satoru watches the way your shoulders slump and your lips part as if to protest, and he tilts his head in slight confusion. "...or not..." he says slowly.

"sorry, toru, it's not that I don't wanna go, i just don't have the energy..." you excuse pathetically.

satoru's face tells you that he doesn't buy your words, but he complies nonetheless. "that's no problem, baby, we can order in instead."

you sigh and nod with a gentle smile. "that sounds great."

"someone's feeling real lazy today, huh?" he teases, hooking his finger into his blindfold to peel it from his face, revealing his bright irises gazing curiously down at you. "you sure you're just tired?"

"yeah... why?"

"i'm just askin," he says. his eyes dart over you one more time before he pushes himself up with an exhale and tugging at your arm. "come on, let's go to the living room to order."

why the hell does he want to move around so much?!

"um- why can't we just order here?"

a smile quirks on Satoru's lips as though you've made a joke. "cause, we'll be downstairs once the food gets here," he says.

you pucker your lips slightly and tilt your head. "can't we just eat it up here and you can go get it?"

gojo's eyes are now slim with suspicion as he pulls himself back over to you. "i mean, of course i can but you never eat takeout in bed, we always cuddle downstairs and eat."

"I'm tired, can't i change it up today?"

"you know i have no problem doing what you want and pampering you baby," satoru starts slowly. his eyes dash to your legs, and he suddenly notes that he has not seen you bend them in the few minutes he has been home. in fact, you had been rather stagnant instead of running up to clobber him when he entered the room, whether you were previously asleep or not. "but you're acting a little weird."

"no, I'm not," you deny adamantly. you have always been a poor liar, but in the face of Satoru Gojo, your lack of talent in the arena only proves to be more prominent. "you think too much, you know that?"

"you think so?" he raises a brow at you, a hint of playfulness remaining though it is steadily fleeting the longer he examines you. "you think i'm thinking too much if i feel like you're lying to me?"

you press your lips together tightly. "...yes."

"hm," he nods. "come here for a second, pretty," he requests, stepping back a bit to give you room to stand. "just real quick, then you can lay back down and I'll get us that food."

"why do you want me to stand?"

"i wanna give you a big hug," he opens his arms widely. "c'mon, give your loving boyfriend a hug. you'd never deny me that after such a long day."

"come hug me here, then," you roll your eyes, turning to look the other way as heat overtakes your body.

"i want to hold you and pick you up," he argues, knowingly. "just stand and walk to me for one second."

"no."

"no?!"

"no, i don't want to."

"don't want to or you can't?" he accuses, face falling along with his arms. he moves to sit at the edge of the bed beside your legs, resting a hand over your uninjured one. "why can't you get up?" he asks, this time a tad more serious.

"i don't feel like it, satoru, god," you murmur in annoyance, growing agitated with his swiftness to notice that something is wrong.

"don't 'satoru' me, baby, you're the one not telling the truth," he says. "what's wrong with your legs?"

"nothing."

"then stand up."

"no, satoru. stop telling me to stand."

"i will if you tell me what's wrong."

"nothing's wrong!" you shrug harshly, crossing your arms and suddenly taking interest in whatever is outside of the bedroom window. satoru stares at you intently for a moment then back down at your covered legs.

he gazes harshly between the two, pondering, before reaching over to rip the comforter upward to reveal your bare feet. you gasp slightly, jerking to stop him, when your swollen ankle is revealed.

his brows immediately angle and he leans to hastily look over it. "(y/n), what the hell?! what happened to your foot?"

you grow embarrassed suddenly, moving to brush his hands away. "it's not that bad, stop," you say, going to move your leg to the side when you hiss sharply.

"not that bad? baby, your ankle's the size of a golfball!"

"satoru, you're being dramatic."

"what happened?" he asks, concerned. "did this happen while I was gone?"

"it's fine, relax."

"(y/n)," satoru begins sternly. you can tell that you've pinched a nerve. "i'm about to lose it if you don't tell me how this happened and why you were trying to hide it from me."

you frown. "But-"

"Now."

you hug your arms around yourself with another meek shrug. "it's humiliating..." you murmur.

satoru softens slightly. "baby, humiliating? i'm worried about you getting hurt."

"yeah, but-" you sigh and close your eyes, your emotions suddenly getting the best of you. you hate feeling small and weak, as though you can't handle yourself, and you swear every time you injure yourself or get sick, it's the worst possible thing that could happen in the entire world. "i don't know. whatever."

"uh uh uh," your white-haired boyfriend tuts, leaning over the smooth his hand over your leg comfortingly. "it's not 'whatever.' i know exactly how you are. you can't fool me. is this about your mission tomorrow?"

"it's not just about the mission, toru, i just don't- i hate it when i can't do stuff on my own."

"you don't have to tell me something i'm already well aware of." you give him a look. "don't look at me like that. i know you like the back of my hand, and i especially know when you're uncomfortable."

"i get it, toru," you frown.

"why the attitude, hm?" he asks, leaning over to prop his elbow on the other side of you, his body resting against your lap as he peers up at you gently. "it's okay to get hurt- well, no, it's not okay for you to get hurt because it makes me wanna die, but you get what I mean."

your lips twitch in amusement momentarily, leading satoru to grin widely.

"there's that pretty smile."

"it's just-" you huff. "it was such a stupid thing... i rolled my ankle stepping down from closing the cabinets and when it started getting worse, i thought it was so dumb that something so small did that to me so i left it alone. now it's probably twisted, and i just feel really..."

"you're not weak," satoru interjects urgently. "if that's what you're saying, which i'm pretty sure you are. you're far from what i would call weak."

"still. it still made me feel weak. and i'm supposed to go on that mission tomorrow, and i don't know what the hell i'm gonna tell yaga-"

"forget the mission."

"...satoru, i can't just-"

"you can and you will. you have an injury, baby. you can't walk. it's okay, i'll talk to yaga and he'll get someone else on the assignment while I take care of you."

"but the fact that you even have to do that because i was clumsy!" you shake your head and look down. "it's so ridiculous. and i knew you were gonna worry..."

"of course i'm gonna worry, (y/n). no less than you'd worry for me."

"but you're you."

"so? do you worry for me any less because of that?"

"i mean... i know you're always gonna be fine, but... yeah, i guess."

"you guess?" satoru scoffs. "to think, my girlfriend doesn't care about me..."

"oh shut up," you nudge his head away. his grin remains, face turning back to you as he captures you in his soft gaze. "obviously I worry."

"then, there you go," satoru says. his free hand runs over your hip. "i know you can handle yourself just fine and that you're strong as hell, but whether you're going on a mission or stubbing your toe, I'm worrying 'cause i love you."

you pout slightly. "I love you too."

"i know," he beams, kissing your thigh. "so stop with that. as if you'd ever be weak for getting a little boo boo."

"yeah, but now you're not gonna let me do anything," you whine.

"is there really such a big problem with that?" satoru smirks. "try hiding an injury from me again, and you really won't be able to do anything. now let me see."

he pushes himself up to round the edge of the bed. he kneels down and cradles your foot in his hand delicately, fingers grazing the area of swelling. his brow angles. "can you move it?"

you shake your head slowly. "not without it hurting."

"in all seriousness, baby, you need to take better care of yourself. why didn't you ice it?"

"...i wanted it to go away."

"and you walked up the stairs after rolling your ankle?!"

"i wanted to get into bed!"

satoru lowers his head. "what am i gonna do with you? you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days."

"it's really not that serious. i just need to rest it a bit and then I'll be fine-"

"i'm gonna go cook you some dinner, okay? then we can eat in bed and cuddle, and then I'll run you a hot bath later."

"satoru, i just said it's not that serious! please don't go burning down the house because of my ankle. we can literally still order food," you try to convince him, but the blue-eyed man is already on his feet, by your side, and kissing your lips.

"not another word. you're practically dying, now, i have to look after you."

"toru-"

"i'll be right back, i'm gonna grab you some ice and a pillow for your foot."

"satoru!"

but when you call him, he's already zooming out of the room and down the stairs. you sigh and plop your head back against the headboard with a soft smile. as humiliating as you find it to be injured, you can never say that gojo doesn't do everything he can, if not excessively more, to look after you when you are.

suguru geto: (cold!)

shit.

you step into the bathroom for the umpteenth time today to blow your nose, clearing your searing throat as you do so with a groan.

something in you knew this morning that you were coming down with a cold when you woke up to that dreadful scratch in the back of your throat, but the idea of getting sick physically ails you more than actually being sick does.

you're far too busy today to be weighed down by some common cold. you're in between meetings at work as you toss another tissue into the women's trash. You have paperwork to finish filling out by midnight, and you have to pick up the girls later from daycare.

how can you be sick of all things?

you know it's likely because you run yourself ragged more often than you need to, and suguru always tells you to slow down and take a breath, but you rarely listen to him. your life moves at a quick pace, constantly on the run from one task to the next, and you truly do not feel that you have the leisure of giving yourself one second to rest.

you're on the verge of earning a new promotion, and you need the money. you need the opportunities, and the accomplishments to care for the family you've built with geto. just as suguru works tirelessly to manage his cult, you work tirelessly to keep a living for yourself.

you're proud of the work you have done, truly you are, but at times it feels as though you are amounting to nothing, chasing promises of a higher position that have yet to come. despite the haziness of the path ahead, you push harder and harder each day.

suguru hates it, how you drive yourself to the brink of insanity day in and day out, but you can't help but be an overachiever. you can't help but work hard for those who may not even deserve it.

and now, of course, you're sick. you can feel your temperature spiking, your nose is stuffy, and your head is pounding. you want to go home and curl into bed, but you have responsibilities to fulfill. just a few more hours... then you're home with geto, with the girls, safe in bed just to wake up and do it all over again tomorrow.

you jump when your phone suddenly rings in your pocket. you pull it out to see your boyfriend's contact, and you straighten yourself up as best as you can to make it sound as though you aren't struggling to breathe through your nostrils.

"hello?"

"hey, babe, how's work going?" suguru's soothing voice echoes through the phone and you sigh, clinging to the comfort his tone provides. you miss him. you want to go home already.

"it's good," you lie. "i have a few more meetings. then some paperwork to finish, but I'll be able to get mimi and nana on time."

"actually, i called to tell you not to worry about that. i got finished up here with the group pretty early, so i'll be able to get them later."

you're relieved that you won't have to expose the girls to your germs in the car. "okay, thanks for letting me know. you need me to pick up some food on the way home?"

"no, we're gonna make pizzas later. the girls have been dying to try it making it from scratch forever, so i'll take them to the store once i get them."

"...oh. okay..." you nod. "there's nothing else you need me to do then?"

"just to come home in one piece," suguru says. "i'm trying to take some stuff off your plate, (y/n). you've been exhausted, and you can't tell me otherwise."

"sugu, I'm fine," you dismiss him, only to turn your head into your elbow to muffle a cough. you forget to mute the call when you do so.

"what was that? are you okay?" the dark-haired man questions quickly. "you're not sick, are you?"

"no, no," you deny fast, voice slightly hoarse. you clear your throat quickly. "something was just- stuck in my throat. but I'm fine. i'm not sick."

suguru's quiet for a moment, and you chew on the inside of your lip while you wait for him to respond. you know it's impossible to fool suguru, especially when it comes to matters regarding you or the girls, but you can't handle him worrying over you right now. his concerns would only bring you back to reality, pulling you from this cycle of overworking you've fallen into. you need to keep going. You can't stop, and if suguru knows you're sick, he will make you stop.

"suguru? you there?" you finally say.

"oh yeah, i'm here," he responds rather quickly, and you internally curse yourself. "what time do you get off?"

"uhhh..." you think about it for a moment. it's 3:30 now, and technically you only have an hour and a half left, but since the girls will be picked up by Suguru, you realize you can finish your paperwork in the office. "today's kind of a long day... so I probably won't be home until... 7?"

"(Y/n)."

"i know, i know, but listen, i just have to finish up this paperwork. that's all."

"weren't you just gonna do it at home?"

"well, yeah, but since you're getting the girls, it's kinda easier for me to finish it here..." you start mumbling lowly, knowing that whatever explanation you give is not one that suguru will willingly accept.

"babe, please just come home at a normal time today. you can't keep doing this to yourself."

"i promise it won't be past 7. i swear. just let me get this done, and I'll be home."

suguru releases a hefty sigh, and you can picture him rubbing his thumb against his forehead in stress. "7 o'clock, (y/n). i mean it. if you're so much as five minutes late, i'm coming over there myself with rainbow dragon."

you chuckle softly. "i promise it won't get to that. i'll be fine, alright? i'll text you when I'm headed out."

"okay. I'll see you in a bit."

after your meetings had ended, your cold symptoms grew worse. your coughs were more frequent, a pile of tissues were stacked at your cubicle, and the glare of your computer screen felt as though it was burning a hole into your already aching head.

you feel miserable, and as luck would have it, your boss placed a new stack of papers onto your desk to finish filling out before you went home on his way out of the door.

you're alone in the office now, surrounded by excess assignments, and you can hardly breathe through your nose. you check the time, and its thirty to the time you told suguru you'd be home. you groan, rubbing your hands over your face.

you're tired. your bones are aching. you want to be with the girls, you want to be home, you don't want to do this anymore. you're so burned out, it hurts, and you want to cry and collapse face-first onto your desk at the same time.

just then, your phone lights up with a message from suguru. you open it eagerly to be greeted with an image of the girls beaming up at the camera in the kitchen, hands covered in tomato sauce as they display them to the phone. beneath the photo, suguru types.

we miss you :(

you break, placing your phone down and shielding your face in your hands as the tears flow. god, you miss spending time with them. you're hardly home anymore because you've been so busy with work, and you're yearning to be held by your boyfriend, to hear the girls laugh, to sink into the bed combined with your deteriorating physical state makes you feel worse.

you miss having a life.

you don't know how long you spend crying in your empty office before your body shuts down on you completely. the energy you exerted shedding tears in addition to your long days at work send you into a deep sleep. before you know it, you're knocked out with your cheek pressed against one of your unfinished papers.

the second you failed to answer Suguru's text, he knew something was wrong. he calls, and calls, and calls after twenty minutes, but you don't answer. He wastes absolutely no time in calling up manami to look after the girls before trekking out of the house to you with rainbow dragon, just as he promised.

he's prepared to break a window when he sees the janitor leaving the building. he takes the opportunity to swoop in through the doors after grumbling something about his girlfriend being inside, before making his way up to you.

when he reaches your office, he finds you lying in the only occupied cubicle. His eyes go wide as he studies your slumped figure, walking slowly to where you're seated. he notes the tissues and cough drop wrappers crowding your space, then the tears that coat your lashes when he kneels down.

"jesus, (y/n)," he murmurs, swiftly getting to work and clearing your desk of all your trash. when he's done, he crouches by you again and runs a hand over your back. "baby, wake up for me. come on," he coaxes softly.

you stir, face tightening in discomfort. suguru sees the bags under your eyes and his frown deepens. Eventually, you wake with furrowed brows, adjusting your blurry eyes to the sight of suguru gazing down at you worriedly.

"sugu...?" you mumble weakly, only to be interrupted by a few coughs that rack your chest. suguru's heart aches.

"i knew it," he sighs, eyes hardening as his hand strokes over your warm forehead. "why don't you listen?"

"what are you doing here?" you grumble, picking your head up slowly. you're greeted with a retched reminder of your headache, and you wince, pressing your hand to your head.

"we had an agreement, remember?" he reminds you, and you slowly recall. you move to grab your phone and the time reads 7:15. "i wasn't joking."

"suguru..."

"stop," he immediately cuts you off. "look at you, (y/n). you've made yourself sick."

"it's just a- a cough," you murmur, rubbing your irritated eyes harshly.

"that's bullshit, baby," he tells you rather firmly. "i don't know why you're trying to hide this from me when i knew something like this would happen. we're going home."

"no, wait, Suguru, i didn't finish my paperwork yet."

"do you think I give two shits about your paperwork?"

his tone comes off rather harshly, and both of you notice. he blinks his eyes tensely and readjusts himself, attempting to reel in his anger. his anger for you, over your lack of care for your wellbeing, at your fucking boss for letting you work yourself like this.

"you've been killing yourself for weeks, (y/n). i won't let you anymore. this is the last straw."

"hold on," you urge. suguru looks down at you, befuddled. "i really can't just up and leave my work behind like this. I'm sorry, I can't."

"what's more important to you, (y/n)? being healthy or working yourself to death?" he proposes, almost pained by the latter. "if you cared about your well-being, you would have asked for an extension or at least had a conversation with your dick of a boss about doing this another time. anyone can see that you aren't feeling well, and someone who cares will tell you that enough is enough."

"don't make me do this, suguru," you whimper. suguru's face relaxes when he sees your eyes glossing over. "don't make me stop. I can't stop."

"baby," he curls his brows, holding your cheek in his hand as he kneels before you. "why are you doing this to yourself?"

"b-because, I have to..."

"no, you don't. i've been telling you this for years, you don't have to do this."

"but I need to make something of myself. i have to keep going. i can't just quit, because if I do, then what will any of this have meant? why have i been doing this?"

"you're breaking my heart, baby," suguru exhales. "this job doesn't define you. i see how hardworking, smart, and strong you are. i see the effort you put into everything you do. i see the commitment in your heart. i see it everywhere, all the time, and that is one of many reasons why i love you so much."

your lips wobble as you look into his hazel eyes as his voice and words melt you into his palm. you've been moving so fast all this time, you've been trying to prevent yourself from falling into suguru's warmth, which has always had the power to make you do anything he says.

"but I can't stand to watch you make yourself sick because you think there's more you need to do. this isn't good for you. you know it isn't."

you nod, red nose flaring as you sniff. "i know," you admit.

"so please, please take a break. i'm literally begging you. you need to come home and rest. i'll take care of everything else, just come home. lay down. come back to us. to me."

your shoulders jerk as a few tears drop from your eyes. "sugu, i can't do this anymore," you finally give in. "i don't even feel like myself. i just want to go home."

"then let's go baby, come on," he stands and takes you with him in his arms, pressing your body to his as he holds you. you sink into him, your exhaustion and your sickness finally crashing down over you. "i'm gonna fucking kill your boss," he murmurs into your hair.

you laugh weakly against him, closing your eyes. "later. just take me home, now. please."

"yes ma'am," he nods, kneeling down to pick you up into his arms. you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest.

"m'gonna get you sick," you mutter.

"we can be sick together," he chuckles. "the girls and I can make you some soup. they've been obsessed with cooking lately," he says, leaning over to shut off your monitor before carrying you off to the elevators.

"that picture of them you sent earlier made me so sad. I miss you guys so much."

"i'm sorry baby, i didn't mean to upset you that much. i was only trying to guilt you a little into coming home early."

you slap his shoulder pathetically. "asshole."

"i know, i'm sorry," he kisses your head. "gonna get you all better in no time."

kento nanami: (low iron!)

you have always been a little anemic, and of course that never really posed as a terrible challenge for you until you ran out of iron supplements.

it is your responsibility undoubtedly to keep track of when you run out and when you need to restock, but recently, you've found yourself neglecting the habit.

you never did like taking iron pills, or any supplements for that matter. you feel as though they take too much out of your daily life, as though they're a burden to your existence, and the harder you think about it, the less inclined you are to keep track of it.

it's been about three weeks since you last took your iron, and while you would like to say that you have improved significantly, you would be lying.

perhaps the first few days of not taking your supplements was fine, but as time droned on, the symptoms kicked back in rather quickly. you are extremely tired all the time, you feel lighter on your feet as if you are going to pass out at any given moment, and your hands and feet are ridiculously cold though it is now the summertime, and the weather outside thoroughly contrasts your body temperature.

you're in denial about the changes, of course. you want to be able to feel fine without the crutch of your pills, but the reality of the situation is that you don't, and it's crushing you for some reason.

what's crushing you more is that you know how disappointed nanami will be to find out that you haven't been being responsible in stocking up on your supplements. he would normally keep track of when you run out in addition to you, but he's reeled it in a bit over the past few months because you wanted him to trust that you can handle taking care of something that you've managed all of your life, so he did.

and yet, here you are, trying to hide the symptoms of your iron deficiency that are only proving harder to veil. nanami has already asked you a few times if you are feeling okay over the past few weeks, therefore you know that he suspects exactly what is happening, but you brush him off each time.

"i'm good, honey," you'd tell him. "just had a long day. what about you? how are you feeling?"

you feel like shit lying to him, but you're afraid of being truthful for some reason. he would scold you, and you'd have to resort to the aid of your only weakness all over again.

god, why can't you just be normal?

you've even tried to ween off of the strict iron-sufficient diet that you've been on practically all your life because you feel like you have something to prove, especially in this world of jujutsu. how can you be a sorcerer with low iron? how can something so smell render you so weak? it's pathetic.

you don't want to think about it, in truth. you want it all to just go away. you want to be fine, to feel fine without eating certain things constantly or taking those damn pills, and you try to force yourself to, but it only grows worse the longer you hide it.

you stumble into your home after a long day of teaching and press your back to the door with a sigh. you know nanami won't be home for another forty or so minutes, so you kick your shoes off, go grab a water, and plop down on the couch.

you feel so tired. you pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes, leaning back. this is stupid, you think. you're being stupid. just reorder the damn pills.

but something stubborn within you refuses. something within you that must prove you can push past this.

you decide to watch some tv to distract you as you wait for nanami to return home. he suggested cooking for you tonight, so you rest until you hear him walking through the door.

"hi honey," he greets. you turn to smile gently at him as he rounds the corner. your cheeks pinch with happiness, your current turmoil momentarily forgotten when you see your husband approach. you go to stand and walk into his open arms, just like you normally do when he comes home.

you put the remote to the side and shoot up. your mind is occupied only by nanami as you move toward him, but you see his face drop and your vision turns upside down, and suddenly, you're falling.

kento is quick to react, ducking down impressively to catch you in his arms before you can hit the ground. you collapse into him, head dizzy and breath suddenly gone.

"sweetheart?! (y/n) are you alright? are you awake?"

you groan, shifting in his strong arms as they cradle you securely. when your vision regains focus, you're staring up at nanami's worried face, your body resting over his lap. you blink rapidly before realizing what just happened.

"oh shit," you whisper.

"(y/n)," nanami says your name again, caressing your cheek sweetly. "are you here with me now?"

"y-yeah," you nod, moving to sit up and press your hand to his chest. "i'm alright."

"absolutely not," he stops you immediately, pressing against you to lay you back down on his lip. you frown, looking up at him. "don't even try sitting up like that right now."

"kento," you start, growing worried by the tense look on his face. "i'm okay, really. i just sat up too fast."

"i know," he affirms, his thumb still smoothing over your skin. "and care to tell me why that alone is making you pass out?"

you can't find the words to respond as you stare at him, likely as guiltily as you feel. he hums knowingly.

"right," he sighs. "(y/n), how long has it been since you've taken your iron?"

and there it is. the very question you had been dreading.

"...i'm not sure what you're-"

"don't. really, don't," he interjects firmly and you shiver, rather unfamiliar with this side of your doting partner. "i'm still trying to adjust to the fact that you haven't been truthful with me. the least you can do is tell me how long it's been."

your heart drops. "kento..."

"i'm not in the mood for stalling, sweetheart. go on. out with it."

the sternness of his voice hardly matches the way he is holding you and stroking your cheek, but nevertheless, you feel awful. you avert your gaze and shrink into yourself. "three weeks."

"three?" he repeats incredulously, and you nod in shame. "i knew it had been over a week, but three, (y/n)?"

"i know," you mutter.

"why? after you told me not to check after you, to trust that you'd take care of yourself," nanami questions. "this is why i tried to help you. i know it can be a hassle sometimes, and forgetting is one thing, but to deliberately stop taking them when you know how much i worry about it... when you know how important it is for you?"

you bite hard on your lip and look away, brows curling. nanami notices immediately and softens himself, leaning down closer to you.

"my love," he starts. "i don't mean to upset you, but this is very upsetting to me."

"i know. i know, i'm sorry..." you whimper.

"but not because it's about me, (y/n), because it's about you. and you've been hiding this from me, of all things. i don't understand."

"i just didn't wanna take them anymore, ken," you say quietly.

the blonde furrows his brows. "you didn't want to take them? have you not been taking them for years?"

"i have but that's the problem. i'm a sorcerer now, and..." you exhale. "the point of being a sorcerer is to not have anything weighing you down, and this weighs me down."

"if anything, (y/n), not taking the supplements weighs you down more."

"no, i just mean- all of it, the whole iron deficiency, i hate it," you confess. "i'm tired of relying on something to be strong. i'm tired of being tied down to this. i wanted to see if i could overcome it, but i can't. i'll always have this problem, and it sucks, ken," you ramble. "if i could go without taking these pills and still do my job like i always have, then just maybe.... maybe i could be better. and i could prove that i... i don't need those stupid pills, or the extra greens, or the- whatever. just all of it."

nanami looks down at you rather sadly. "i had no idea you felt this way."

"i haven't always felt this way. it's just lately, i don't know, i feel pressured to go beyond."

"darling, your iron-deficiency doesn't make you any less talented than other sorcerers."

"i know. i mean, i should know, but i can't help but feel that way."

nanami presses his lips together, smoothing a knuckle over your cheekbone. "i'm sorry you feel like this."

"it's not your fault, ken. and i shouldn't have kept this from you, i know. i'm sorry. i just felt humiliated by it."

"there's nothing for you to be humiliated by," he reassures you. "your deficiency is no different from any of us having to feed ourselves or drink water in between missions to keep ourselves alive. it's a necessity, and though we are sorcerers, we live off of necessities to keep ourselves physically and mentally able to work. you have a responsibility to yourself. just like the rest of us. just because your iron's a little lower doesn't mean anything about who you are as a sorcerer."

"...i never thought of it like that. i've just been thinking of it as a burden."

"it's only a burden if you view it that way. you are a grade one sorcerer who i have watched climb the ranks effortlessly since we were in high school, all the while with an iron deficiency that you have always taken supplements for. that never stopped you," he says. "the problem comes in when you don't keep up with yourself and take care of those needs. just like how i'd be unable to work if i decided to skip my last few meals and drink less water."

"that makes sense," you mumble, capturing his soft brown eyes with yours.

"good," he nods. "(y/n) you can't neglect your needs like this."

"i know."

"i'm being serious. i'll start checking behind you again if i find out that you're not doing what you need to do to take care of your body."

"i know, ken, i'm sorry, i-" you stop yourself and shake your head. "i just let my insecurities get the best of me."

"then, let me handle taking care of your insecurities. you handle taking your supplements. do we have an agreement?"

you nod slowly. "yeah. we do. i'm sorry for lying again, ken."

"please don't do it again," he sighs, ducking to kiss your forehead. "but i know you wouldn't lie to me about anything else, and that you hiding this was solely out of fear."

you slowly move to sit up, and this time, kento helps you very gradually. he guides you back to sit on the couch and cups your face gently, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "i'll go order some more iron and then get started on dinner. alright?"

you hum with a soft smile. "alright. i love you, ken."

he returns your loving smile. "i love you more, sweetheart."

choso kamo: (broken finger!)

it had fully been an accident.

you should have been paying more attention to what you were doing and at the same time, so should have panda.

it really was an honest mistake. you were standing in the doorway as everyone left the classroom, your fingers clutched around the frame as everyone filed out. you were asking around if anyone had seen your boyfriend, and yuta mentioned that he saw him with yuji earlier that day.

you thanked him, and just as you were about to pull your hand away, panda, who was the last out of the room, slammed the door shut behind him thinking you had already moved out of the way.

but you hadn't.

the door flew into your index and middle fingers and you screamed bloody murder. the cursed corpse as well as his classmates whipped their heads around, and to panda's horror, you were knocking your forehead against the wall with tears in your eyes as your fingers trembled in the doorframe.

"(Y/N), HOLY SHIT I'M SO SORRY!"

you hadn't expected panda to actually break one of your fingers, but you give the freak credit for his unnatural strength. you later find out that yuji and choso had gone out to grab food for you when you see a text from your boyfriend pop up asking what flavor ramen you want the second you learn that shoko will not be available until late tonight.

for the time being, you're given a finger splint and pain medicine as though you aren't freaking surrounded by jujutsu sorcery.

and god, did it hurt! like, really, really hurt. your fingers are throbbing, and the one that isn't broken is bruised and stained with some blood. you wish you could be angrier at panda, but his groveling before your feet on his knees eases your frustration a bit. after all, it hadn't been on purpose.

you're sent home and you are given no choice but to wait until choso returns, and you're... nervous. choso never handles the ailment of his loved ones very well. his spiritual and physical connection to his brothers wellbeings' often causes him to lose his mind every time yuji gets accidentally punched in the face during training, and when it comes to you? well, choso is just the same if not somehow worse.

you remember one time you got a papercut and winced when your finger made contact with soap. choso was quick to your side, grasping your wrist and looking over your hand as though it had been severed off.

one thing you have come to know in your relationship with the brunette is that he would (and has) killed someone for the sake of the people closest to him. he does not mess around when it comes to his family, and he certainly doesn't mess around when it comes to you.

and while you think he can be a bit excessive with making sure you're alright when it's hardly necessary, it's first and foremost endearing, and it only makes you realize that he will go ballistic the second he finds out that someone broke your finger.

he doesn't naively think that you can never go unharmed, though he would be incredibly content with the notion if it were plausible. he's familiar with scars, wounds, fights, and battles, and he knows you're in the very center of it just as much as he and his brother are. but still, he hates it when you're hurt. he wants to protect you as best as he can, or to at least prevent you from suffering any more than a sorcerer already has to suffer. he only wants you to be safe.

so to prevent him from having a heart attack, you decide it's better if he doesn't know about the incident. when you answer his texts before heading home, you mention nothing about your poor finger in hopes of him not finding out at least until after you're healed.

that plan of yours, however, fails when choso comes barging through the door three hours earlier than you expected him to return. your eyes go wide from where you sit on the couch, and you have no time to even go to hide your fingers behind your back when choso marches up to you, agitated.

"uh-" you're cut off when he grabs your arm gently and lifts it into the air, your taped crooked finger showcasing itself to him. you press your lips together at how poorly the plan to conceal this from him has failed. "cho-"

"were you gonna tell me about this?" his violet eyes fly to yours in a fury, and you're almost stunned by how aggravated he looks. his voice is calm, low, but his face is wrecked with concern and almost betrayal.

"...i was, but i wanted to wait because i didn't want you to freak out..." you say slowly, watching him softly. "like you are now..?"

"that's not fair, (y/n)," he frowns and you furrow your brows. "that's not fair at all."

"woah, hold on... are you mad at me?"

"i don't know," he answers you honestly, looking between your face and your trembling hand. "i'm... upset."

"who told you about my fingers, love?"

"yuji got a text from yuta," he tells you, moving to sit down on the space beside you with your hand still cradled in his. "he said that panda was begging me not to kill him, and this was after i had talked to you."

"oh..." you sigh. "okay, yeah, i can see how that looks."

"why didn't you tell me you got hurt? and pretty badly too? where's ieiri?"

"she won't be back on campus for another hour," you explain. "i didn't want you to worry, cho, i figured i'd just tell you after it was better, but..."

"why would you try to hide something from me?" he asks you, suddenly sounding hurt. it's clear on his face that he doesn't understand why you would conceal something as important as your health from him, whether it was small or not. you tell each other everything, and that shouldn't have stopped now of all times because you don't want him to worry.

"i didn't know you'd get so upset, cho, honestly," you tell him. "i-" you stop when a sharp pain shoots through your fingers and you gasp. choso's face drops and he gently sets your hand down to his lap, panicked.

"i'm sorry," he apologizes. "shit, you must be in a lot of pain."

"it's nothing i haven't experienced before," you try to reassure him, giving him a tight smile.

"why does that matter?" choso drags his brows together. "pain is pain. i don't like when you feel any of it."

you melt. "i know. i know you don't, i don't like when you feel any of it either."

"so don't... keep stuff like this from me, (y/n)," he says sternly. "please, i need to know. i don't have the same connection to you that i have with my blood brothers, but i'm still connected to you all the same. when you hurt, i hurt."

"i get it cho, i'm sorry," you nod bashfully. "i wasn't trying to make you mad. i just don't like it when you're stressed out."

"i'm always stressed out," he says flatly, and you raise your brows with a halfhearted smile.

"yeah, i know. so why stress you even more?"

"i'd rather be stressed about you if i'm stressing about anything," he says, looking over your face as the hardness in his gaze washes away. "you know you're everything to me."

"i know, baby," you push out your bottom lip, pressing your free hand to the side of his cheek and leaning in to kiss him. his ears burn when you pull away, and he sighs heavily.

"don't offend me by trying to hide stuff like this. it won't work."

"i'm sorryyyy," you giggle and choso grumbles incoherently under his breath.

his gaze goes back to your fingers and his brows curl. "how the hell do you slam a door on someone's hand?" he hisses.

"it was an accident, cho, he didn't mean it."

"i know, and i shouldn't really be angry at him but i can't help but be irritated because you're hurt..." his fingers graze the tape. "how bad does it hurt?"

"cho, it'll be okay."

"that wasn't my question."

you roll your eyes at his attitude with a soft smile. "it hurts as much as a broken finger would."

"right. sorry," he murmurs.

"you're okay, love, you don't need to apologize."

"i still wish i- nevermind," he refrains himself from discussing how he wanted to be there to protect you from such an unpredictable occurence. "is there anything i can do to help you feel better while we wait? do you need anything?"

"ummm," you try to think. "actually, could you grab a new pack of ice from the freezer? and... the snacks you got me earlier."

the brunette's face brightens slightly with the thought that he can do something to help ease your pain as you wait for shoko to return to the school.

he nods in determination, carefully sliding your hand into your lap and kissing your cheek before hopping up to run to the kitchen. he returns with the items you requested, placing the snacks down beside him and lifting the bag of ice over your hand.

"like this?" he eases the bag down and you wince, nodding.

"mhm. yeah," you strain out. choso watches your face sadly, hating the fact that you're hurting.

"i'm sorry for getting upset," he mumbles. you turn to look at him curiously. "i just love you a lot."

"i love you more, cho," you smile gently, leaning your head against his shoulder. he sighs, resting his chin atop your head as he ices your hand. "and don't worry, i get it. i won't try to hide injuries from you anymore."

"i really hope so."

"now can you pass me those chips please?"

toji fushiguro: (knife cut!)

toji is going to absolutely kill you, and you are dreading the moment he does.

he has always told you not to touch his weapons. even if you see any of them lying around his place because he never bothers to clean up in between jobs. his one rule when you're over is to leave them alone and to let him handle them when he gets back. he doesn't care how much you protest, he doesn't care that you want to help him pick up after himself.

no touching. that is all he asks of you.

and of course... one afternoon when he's out sorting out some finances with shiu and one of his knives is glaring at you from where it lay on the kitchen table, you can't help yourself.

you don't really think anything is going to happen. after all, you're not a baby, nor are you an idiot. you know how to handle a freaking knife and you know where to put it, and yet, somehow, you allow your arrogance with the task to distract you. you're not handling it as carefully as you should be, and the second you hear the keys jingling outside the front door, you panic.

the blade, naturally, fumbles in your grasp, and swipes through the air, over your palm, and to the carpet. you jump, stepping away as quickly as it falls. you feel a sting in your hand and look down to see the fresh gash stretching over your skin. you gape as blood slowly simmers from the wound, befuddled as to how something like this even happened so quickly.

you have no time to clean it when you hear the key inside the lock. you hurriedly pick up the knife with your unwounded hand, place it back on the table where you first saw it, rip a napkin from said table to press to your bleeding palm, and clench it into a fist just as the door opens.

toji immediately greets you with a raised brow, jade eyes eying you oddly as he steps in. "the hell are you gettin' into?" he asks, confused by the way you are standing against the wall when he enters.

you're quick to move into his space to distract him from the vision of his knife and from looking any further downward from your face. you lean up on your tiptoes, normal hand on his forearm as you kiss his scarred lips. "what do you mean?"

"why were you just standing there like that?"

"can't I wait by the door for you to come back?" you bat your eyelashes, and toji grunts, gazing down at you with lidded eyes as his hand comes around the small of your back. "i'm just happy to see you."

"you take a pill or somethin', doll?"

you glare at him. "now why would you ask me that?"

"you're just acting a little too nice, that's all."

you scoff. "i don't know what you're talking about, i'm literally always happy to see you."

"yeah, but i was gone for thirty minutes and you never make a show of it like this."

"why are you making it sound like i don't show you love? you're the one who's mean all the time," you retort sassily.

a smirk captures toji's lips as he ducks down to kiss you again. "that's more like it," he murmurs against you. "still ain't answer my question though."

"i literally did. i told you i was waiting for you."

"sure," he says, unconvinced. his eyes drag down your body and momentarily go to your fist when you swiftly wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him down to crash your lips into him once more.

his brows narrow and as you kiss him, and you can feel the blood on your hand seeping through your napkin. you curse internally, lowering your hand back down behind him as he pulls away.

"not that i'm against this," toji starts, voice dangerously low against your mouth. "but it feels like you're tryin' to distract me from something."

"why would i be doing that?" you ask gently, looking up into his piercing eyes. he hums, dragging himself away from you. he grabs your chin softly and tilts your head left and right, looking over your face. "what are you doing?" you ask.

"lookin' for whatever you're hiding."

"i'm not hiding anything, toji."

"uh huh."

shit. it's never a good sign when toji doesn't even try to pretend to believe anything you're saying, and the way he's looking over your face let's you know that he at least suspects you've done something to yourself that he should know about.

you keep your fist to his back as he looks over the rest of your body with a rather relaxed expression, which only means that he doesn't suspect you touching any of his weapons. yet.

you have to keep his attention away from the knife on the table so that he doesn't figure it out.

"can you stop messing around already? i wanna go take a shower," you try to say, but toji doesn't listen.

"turn around f'me."

"huh?"

"huh?" he mimics you, looking at you unimpressed. "turn."

you suck your teeth. "i hate when you get like this."

"and i hate when you lie, now turn."

you grimance. you can't turn around with him looking down at your hand, and you're sure by now that the napkin you hold is coated red. your eye twitches in that moment when you feel a line of blood drip down your wrist.

god dammit. you're so dead.

nonetheless, you try to keep your palm facing inward as you slip it from his back and turn over your left shoulder, which connects to the uninjured hand. the second your back is to him, you bring your bloody hand in front of you.

"yeah, no," you hear toji gruffly say. your heart hammers in your throat and you know what's coming next. he moves around you to wrap his hand around your wrist and tug at it.

you cringe, allowing yourself to accept your fate when he pulls forward your balled up hand.

"open."

"can't we just-"

"open."

you sigh heavily, slowly peeling open your palm to reveal the red-stained napkin balled in it, the line of blood rushing down your inner arm, and the slice that stretches across your hand.

toji's eyes blow wide, and before he asks you anything, he throws his head over his shoulder to locate the knife that sits on the table. "are you fucking kidding me, (y/n)?" he growls, turning back to face you angrily.

"okay, let's not act like this is so crazy!" you immediately defend, throwing your other arm up. "you leave your shit lying around all the time!"

"and every single time, i tell you that i'll take care of it. what the fuck, do i have to go child-proofing the house now because of you?"

"if you would just be more mindful of how you leave your space, you wouldn't even have to worry about shit like this! you shouldn't even have knives lying around in the first place."

"i'm a grown man, (y/n), i know how to avoid cutting myself with the weapons i use daily."

"you're being a prick."

"oh baby, you must not know me because i'm about to be worse," he grunts, eyes heated with fury, and you frown.

"toji, come onnn, it was an accident."

"what do i always say about my weapons, (y/n)?"

"i just wanted to help you put it away, is that so crazy?"

"what. do i say. about my weapons."

you deflate slightly, uneased by the rate at which toji is growing angry with you. "...not to touch them."

"so why the fuck did you touch them?" he growls, picking up the napkin in your palm and tossing it over his shoulder. he looks over your wound and clenches his jaw. "fucking hell, (y/n)."

"look, i'm sorry."

"shut the hell up and come on."

despite his rage, he leads you to the bathoom with surprising care.

when you arrive, he flicks on the light with his free hand and swipes up a cloth from under the sink. he turns to you, pressing it down to your wound to stop the bleeding. once it seems like it's done, he puts the cloth down and turns on the faucet. "put your hand under," he orders, guiding it to the cool water nonetheless.

the water hits your open wound bitterly and you jump, watching the blood run through the drain as toji washes your arm as well.

"sit," he nods over to the bathtub, shutting off the faucet.

you oblige mutely, shuffling over and holding out your hand. you sit slowly on the ledge of the tub and watch as toji shuffles through his cupboards for a bottle of peroxide, some bandages, and ointment. you dread what is coming, for you know your hand is gonna sting like a bitch.

toji thuds over to sit hunched on the closed toilet lid, leaning over to grab your hand again. you stretch your fingers out and he sighs, shaking his head. "so fucking hard-headed," he murmurs.

you watch him screw open the bottle of liquid.

"go slowly," you plead.

"it's gonna hurt all the same, doll," he tells you, and you pout. "you should listen next time, then maybe you wouldn't have to go through this."

"shut the fuck up."

toji clicks his tongue, glancing at you momentarily before leaning down and holding the bottle over you, grasping your wrist loosely with your hand above his knee. "keep still."

the peroxide comes flooding out of the bottle and onto your hand, bubbling instantly over your gash. you whimper, tensing your body and scrunching your eyes at the sting.

"i know," toji mumbles, smoothing his thumb gently over your wrist. "you're alright."

your fingers dig into your thigh as it continues to burn. toji leans over to put down the bottle and continues to caress your arm, lowering your hand to his lap. he blows over your palm slightly as the peroxide dries, and you eventually open your eyes.

"not so bad," he tells you. he leans himself back to reach for a new cloth then pats it around the gash, drying your hand and your arm. he reaches back again for the tube of almost empty ointment he found and twists it open, squeezing it over your wound. "shit, hold on," he stops. he lets you lift your hand as he rushes to wash his own before coming to sit back down at hold yours on his leg again, now with bandages in hand.

you watch him gently as he works the bandage over you with such attentiveness, a dip in his brow proving his focus. you suddenly feel guilty for making him worry.

"i'm sorry," you finally say again, this time with more meaning.

toji's green eyes snap up at you amidst his wrapping. "yeah?"

"i really was just trying to help you. didn't mean to stress you out."

toji sighs, pausing his movements to look you in the eye. "you need to be more careful. i tell you not to touch my stuff because it's not your responsibility. obviously i know you can yourself, but some of my shit's really dangerous and i don't want you gettin' hurt," he gestures to your hand. "it could've been a lot worse, but still."

"if you don't want me touching your weapons, toji, you should probably clean them up more," you quirk a brow and he exhales loudly.

"i'm seeing that now, yeah," he says. "i'll be more careful if you are. don't need my doll getting a bunch of scars 'cause of me, now."

you smile softly. "yeah. i won't touch your stuff anymore, i promise."

"...how about instead i just... teach you how to handle 'em the right way?"

you perk up. "really?"

"i don't see why not. i'd rather you know how to use some of it than see you scrape yourself up because you don't know how to hold a knife."

"don't be a smartass."

toji smirks, continuing with his wrapping of your hand. "i mean it. i'll sit down with you sometime to show you."

"...how about after we're done here?"

"don't fucking push it."

ryomen sukuna: (fever!)

you wake up in a cold sweat, shivering.

you groan in displeasure, rolling over, slightly discombobulated. it can't be any later than 7 am, but you are boiling hot. you press your hand to your forehead and curse. you're sweating profusely and you feel incredibly lightheaded.

you don't even have the energy to get up, but you know that you need to take your temperature. you shudder, carefully shuffling out of bed and wincing as every brush against your skin feels like the stab of a thousand pins and needles.

you lethargically make your way to your bathroom, the cool air hitting your neck and sending you into a fit of shivers. you cling to yourself, teeth chattering, and reach into your cabinet for a thermometer. with half-open eyes, you pop it under your tongue and make your way back to your bed, bundling up in your blankets and curling into a ball.

it feels like hours before the beep resounds, and you slowly lift it from your mouth to read the little digital numbers.

102.4. perfect.

you shudder in pain, tossing the thermometer to the side and nestling your face in your pillows. you feel like absolute shit, but you can't bring yourself to do much else. you need medicine, water, a cool compress, but none of those things you have access to currently.

you close your eyes as your mind swarms, body throbbing and shuddering with chills though the last thing you need is to be cuddled under the covers. you think maybe it will go away if you get some rest. maybe you just need to relax, to take some time in bed. you'll let sukuna know when-

shit! sukuna.

there's no way in hell or on earth that sukuna will allow you to go untreated if you tell him, but god, you don't feel like letting him know. despite his likely haste to make sure you have everything you need, you can only imagine the snarky comments about your fragility, your strange body, your vulnerability that he''ll spout.

you don't want to hear it. you don't want to hear any of it, because you're sure that if you do, you'll start crying. you're already worn down, clearly, and the last thing you need on top of a fever is your boyfriend joking about your weak state.

you elect to stay in bed and tell sukuna you'll see him another time if he pesters you today.

which of course, he does.

a whirlwind of alarming dreams that you almost thought were hallucinations are disrupted by the persistent buzzing of your phone on your dress. you groan, reaching out a shaky hand to blindly grab the device and answer the call, pressing it to your ear with no knowledge of who you're speaking to.

"yes?" you croak.

"can't answer a telephone call the first time it rings?" sukuna's voice thunders through the mic, and you lift your brows.

"kuna?" you try to say his name normally, despite the constant chatter of your teeth.

"who the hell else would it be?"

"sorry... i was asleep."

"at this hour?"

"...what'dy'mean?"

"jesus, woman, it's 2 in the afternoon. why the hell are you still in bed?"

you reel momentarily at his words. 2 pm? it was just 7 in the morning! have you really been sleeping all this time?

"oh..." is all you can manage to say before a chill wracks your body again. you cringe, curling into yourself and holding the phone away from you.

"oh?" the king of curses repeats. "what is the matter with you?"

"n-nothing," you respond quickly. "i guess i was up late last night. i was c-completely knocked out..." you tremble.

"last night you told me you were going to sleep early because you were tired, you brat."

fuckkkk.

how could you have forgotten about that? you hadn't been feeling well last night, which is likely the reason why you feel so much worse today, so you turned in early. "i- couldn't fall asleep until later, though," you mumble.

"you are attempting to deceive me," sukuna grunts. "care to explain why?"

"m'not, kuna," you sigh halfheartedly.

"what exactly do you take me for?"

you're really not in the mood for this. you're aching at this point, and you can tell your body temperature has only risen. you're so weak. you can barely even process the fact that you're on the phone, and you can't handle sukuna's attitude. not if he's not going to help, which you automatically assume that he won't.

"i'm going back to bed," you say softly.

"what do you mean back to bed?!" sukuna fumes. "seriously, what the hell is the matter with you. you sound ill."

"i'm not i-ill."

"then why do you keep stumbling over your words, woman?" he questions, his voice mellowing out into a steady intensity. "what is it now? your monthly plague? whatever you people call allergies?"

this is exactly why you don't want him to know. he handles these things too crudely, as if it's a burden upon his existence. "y-you ask too many damn questions."

"i wouldn't have to if you answered them. now talk."

"i'm fine, sukuna. i'm just gonna go back to sleep."

"you hang up this phone, i'm at your door in two seconds."

"that's impossible."

"try me."

you know he's serious, but you don't have the energy. you can't stay on the phone with him any longer, trying to speak like nothing's wrong. it's cold. so cold, but you're so hot. you're probably drenched in a pool of your own sweat, but you can't feel it. you want to sleep. you just want him to let you sleep.

your vision grows dizzy as you stare ahead, brows arching in discomfort. you think you press the end call button, but you can still hear his voice picking up in urgency... is he shouting? are you even on the phone anymore? you aren't sure.

your vision suddenly drifts into inky blackness as the phone rests beside you on your pillow. the last thing you are aware of before you slip into unconsciousness again is banging at your front door.

sukuna bursts into your apartment mere minutes after you stopped answering him on the phone. he looks about ready to kill, crimson eyes wide and pupils shrunken as he breathes heavily, looking all over your apartment.

he's stomping to your room and throwing the door open when he sees you laying in the bed. "(y/n)!" he barks, searching for some response from you, but all he recieves or nonsensical murmurs.

he moves quickly to the side of your bed and grabs at your shoulder, turning you over to find your sheets drenched and your face tight with discomfort. he falters, heart jerking at the sight. "...the fuck?"

he presses a hand to your sweat-drenched face and furrows his brows in concern. you're hot. too hot for the temperature of a human being, and you're sweating like crazy, mumbling things under your breath in your sleep he can't even hear.

"the fuck did you do?" he grumbles, starting to internally panic. he scrambles to remember what this could be. he knows of plague, of pestilence, so maybe you're suffering some form of that?

hell, he can't tell. not from a glance. he's not even sure if he knows how to help you. you're entirely too hot for him to brush this off like it's nothing, and you passed out in the middle of speaking to him.

he looks over and sees the thermometer on your sheets and leans over to pick it up. the screen reads a high number, which he assumes is the temperature of your body. curious himself, he prods open your jaw and tucks it into your mouth, pressing the button the way you had shown him when you had the flu to reset the time.

"come the fuck on," he growls as seconds tick by before it beeps, and he pulls it from your lips to read 104.7.

he doesn't know how far it is from your usual temp, but he knows it's high. too high.

he's quick to dial uraume for some more information, and the second he hears that you need immediate medical help, he's picking you up and making a run for it without even thinking that uraume can likely help you.

when you wake, you're blinded by nauseating lights blaring down overhead. "ugh," you groan, feeling light and disoriented. you turn your head to the side and blink, to find sukuna's face staring directly at you rather harshly.

you jump slightly, startled. "what-?" you start, scrunching your eyes to adjust to the sight before you. "sukuna? what are you..." you trail off when you realize that you aren't in your house, nor are you at sukuna's estate. instead, you're in a hospital bed hooked up to a series of fluids.

your eyes go wide as you sit up suddenly, only to be hit with a sudden dizzy spell that sends you leaning back into the bed.

"don't move," he orders, and you turn to him in confusion. never would you have expected to see the day that sukuna sits in a chair beside you in a hospital.

"why are we... what happened?"

"apparently you had a high fever," he answers harshly, fist-propping his chin up over his leg. "too high for you to be seen in my care, and too high for you to be lying in bed as though nothing was wrong."

your heart sinks. "how high?"

"when we got here, tipping past 105."

"...are you serious?"

"i had to come bust down your door to make sure you were alive. i put you on an empty roller downstairs because these fucking dumbass doctors can't see me and i had to get their attention so they could notice you. yes, i am serious."

he sounds pissed. and you hardly want to think of what he means by ‘getting their attention.’

"what do you have to say for yourself? for daring to lie to me? for pretending like you weren't on the brink of a much worse fate?"

"...i..."

"you're so lucky you're unwell, girl, because you don't even want to imagine the things i would do to you as punishment for putting yourself in such a ridiculous situation," he growls. "all you had to do was tell me and i would have taken care of it before it got worse."

you blink, almost dumbfounded. you still aren't all there, but you can tell that your fever has gone down significantly. you're no longer sweating and fewer chills wrack your body. "...huh?"

"did that fucking fever scramble your brain or what?" he fumes, eyeing you sharply. "you should have told me."

you part your lips slightly as you look at him. "honestly, sukuna, i didn't think you'd really... i don't know-"

"care?"

"no, not care. i just didn't think you'd handle it well. i didn't even handle it well myself."

"you believe me to be incapable of tending to sickness?"

"no, i just thought you'd like... not take it seriously."

sukuna's eyes darken, and you realize that you may have said the wrong thing. "in what reality would i fail to take any threat to your health seriously, whether you are frail or not?"

"see, that's what i mean. you always have to slip in something about me being frail."

"because you are. as a member of your species. look at where you lay currently," sukuna grimaces. "that is not an insult to you, it's an observation. it's an insult, however, to everyone else who isn't you."

you relax slightly. "then you were actually worried?"

sukuna scoffs. "why the hell do you think i'm sitting in a human hospital with your sick ass right now? i thought we were past you believing i do not concern myself over you."

you suddenly feel foolish, having forced yourself to suffer in your isolation and simultaneously made sukuna, of all people, worry over you.

"hm. feeling foolish, are you?" he says, reading your mind.

"shut up,," you whine, only to clutch your stomach suddenly with a groan. sukuna sighs as he gently eases your head back onto the pillow.

"i told you not to exert yourself. you give me a headache."

"kuna," you mumble.

"what?"

"can you... take me home?"

sukuna raises a brow. "home?"

"to your place," you clarify. "i don't wanna be here. i just want to be with you. want you to hold me."

"you're such a needy thing," he exhales, toying with a strand of your hair as he leans over and gazes gently at you. "you have medications you need to take."

"then bring them with."

"and if you get sick again? you've only been here ten hours."

"ten?!" you exclaim.

"you were very ill, (y/n)."

you groan. "ten is long enough. i hate hospitals. take me home. i feel better anyway, and if i get worse, i’ll just go to uraume."

sukuna sighs, standing slowly. "after i get these tubes out of you without further damaging you, i will take you home," he says, looking over the IVs that you're hooked up to.

you close your eyes tiredly and nod in acceptance. "okay," you murmur.

he grunts. "let me find some damn instructions.”

"kuna," your hand weakly reaches out to catch his wrist and he stops, turning to look down at you.

"what is it?"

you open your eyes to look up at him fondly, exhaustion welling in your gaze. "thank you."

the king of curses clenches his jaw. he smoothes ahead over your now warm forehead and leans over you. "don't do some shit like this again."

[oreo-creampies]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: true form!sukuna, monster fucking with alpha!sukuna, A/B/O (meaning alpha, mega, and beta) no alpha and mega title used, daddy/mama, praise/teasing/mocking/praising degradation, biting, knotting, werewolf venom makes their mate go into heat to keep up like in the fic mine with werewolf toji, fucking on fur bedding, you said clan and for some reason my brain went wood bedframes and fur blankets no technology, we get candles for light, they have fangs venom and claws with sukuna have his true form extraness, double pentration, overstimulation, dacryphilia, biting, blood, pain kink, light size kink, toji is praising you while fucking you like he hates you, choking, full nelson, sukuna calls you pet twice, mind break, cream pie, fucking their cum into you. belly bulge from the amount of cum, forced orgasm, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Requesting for clan leader! Gojo 😔🙏 gotta have that breeding kink in their somewhere!! Mans whole clan is asking for an heir right after you get married. In my mind Geto is still alive and kicking and has his own family. Gojo gets a terrible case of FOMO and ends up wanting a whole litter of kids for himself. goin at it like rabbits for DAYS.

Oreo: not this being in the drafts since September! im sorry anon! This was also giving me werewolf vibes with the word clan so one think lead to another. it gave me the chance to write the reader belly bulging with sukuna's cum so im excited about that

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Slapping your sloppy cunt, stuffing his thick warm cum in with two fingers he bit the claws off on. Whining, twisting your hips away. Smirking down at you, crooning “Where ya going mama thought you wanted to make me a daddy?” Pulling you into place by your hips.

You want Satoru’s fingers, cock, tongue, and cum filling you up. “I do wanna make you a daddy but you're too much. Can't keep cumming, but I wanna at the same time." Hooking your leg around his waist pulling him in.

His eyes momentarily widen. Ordering in a needy plead, “Call me daddy again mama.” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulders, down his thick pecs and abs. Over countless thin and thick scars ranging from pink to white in color.

“Daddy please lemme feel you!” Sliding your hand down his hard abs, biting you lip when he purposefully flexes. Grabbing your thighs pinning you in a firm mating press. Following the short wispy whine happy trail down to his beautiful long cock.

Lining his pale cock head up with your soft lip. Stroking yourself with his cock, circling your soft clit. He's so warm, soft yet hard. His breathy moan gets you off. “But you are feeling me, what more can my mama need?” Dipping his head, sinking his sharp fangs into your tit.

Moaning, he's intoxicating, sweet, warm, and pleasurable like having him massaging your sweet spot with his fingers. Your body is getting hotter. Thick slick drips down, your cunt aching with an insatiable need for Satoru.

Flicking your soft nipple with his warm tongue. Sucking, sinking his fangs in deeper when you cry. Shifting your hips trying to slip him in, whining when Satoru pulls back. Whipping the blood from his lips with his thumb.

"What does my mama need?" Nudging your sensitive cunt with his cock, spreading his hand on your stomach pinning you still. Gliding his cock up your clit refusing to touch your clit.

Admiring how your cunt split to take his pale pink cock head. Pleading with him, "Please give me more than the tip! I need you to knot me, keep your cum deep inside my sensitive cunt, please!" Slowly giving you his head head, letting the soft ridge vanish before gliding out. Lightly tugging on your cunt.

"You sure you need more than just the tip?" Nudging in his head, leaving it there, pressing down harder when you squirm. "You said I'm too much mama, you sure ya need me to knot n’ cum in ya?"

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

"Fuckin finally I can stuff ya full of cum again." Bending you over on the soft pile of blankets. Pulling your ass in the air, squeezing when you wiggle, piercing your skin with his sharp claws. Blood trickles down trickles down your hip. Thick cum drips down your thighs.

The pain is sweet mixing with mind-numbing pleasure. It's impossible to think, you can barely process Toji grunting, “I've been wanting to breed your sweet tight cunt for months. Ya gonna be so beautiful with your tits and belly swelling mama." Gliding his softening knot out tugging on your tight cunt, his cock is harder than before.

Despite stuffing your cunt full of cum three times. Toji is getting hornier, fucking your limp body harder. Testing your limits seeing how much you can take before you break.

Stepping on your head, roughly fucking his thick cock into you. Trembling, your sensitive cunt is gushing on his cock. How can still cum after the fifth you couldn't think to count.

The thick blankets muffle your moans, “Such a messy lil cunt she’s a beautiful lil super soaker. Gonna make you cream on my cock till my knot won’t swell up anymore.” You would be convinced he hates you with the merciless way he's fucking his fat veiny cock into you. If not for Toji's words and the fresh bite on your neck.

Bent over, back arched, legs spread with your cunt stuff his heavy balls slap your clit. His swelling knot catching on your tight sensitive cunt. "Fuck mama squeeze my fat cock with your tight sloppy wet cunt. Nnn I've always thought about how hot of a milf you'd make."

Slapping your ass, squeezing your cheek. Fucking you harder, the fur blanket muffling your cries. "Your beautiful little cunt is always so tight when you're in heat." Moving his foot, your body lurches forward from the strength of thrusts. "Fuck you're so damn perfect mama takin' my cock like a slut." Grabbing your hair, yanking your back.

Your back hits his hard chest. Wrapping his hand around your neck, standing up, your legs dangle, held by your hair, neck, and his thick cock balls deep in you. "Please Daddy please daddy please!" Squeezing his thick veiny cock, he's filling you up perfectly, stroking your sweet spot.

"Since that's all my stupid little whore can moan, you don't need to breathe right? I can fuck your cunt into a gapping broken cum stuffed mess with my hands crushing your neck, right?" Grabbing your thighs, propping your calf over his thick forearm. Pinning you to his chest in a full nelson.

Squeezing your throat, groaning, "Ya gonna be a beautiful mama, gonna suck on your tits when they drip milk. Make sure they don't get too full like your pussy is 'bout to be." His swelling knot tugs on your soaking wet cunt.

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Gliding his thick, veiny tattooed cocks out. "It's starting to trickle out the sides." Pushing on your bulging stomach, thick cum gushing from your sore, gaping cunt. Sukuna croons, "Don't pass out on me yet pet I'm having fun playing with you." His stomach's tongue relentlessly stroking your sensitive clit. Keeping you in an intoxicating mind numb pleasurable high, boarding on almost painful.

Lining his cock up, rolling his hips, arching your back, twisting your hips away from his slow deep thrusts. "Please don't stop!" Tears roll down your cheek when he pulls your hips back into place. Lifting you off the bed, slamming you down on his thick cocks.

The tip of his sharp claws digging into your skin shouldn't feel so good.

Taunting you, "Poor little pet can't even handle me n' you're cryin' for more! Keep fighting to stay awake mama. I need ya to keep taking my cocks till they get soft." Using your hips to guide your hot tight, squelching cunt on his thick cocks. Your cunt clenches, it feels too good to be senselessly fucked into a mindless mess by Sukuna.

Biting your side and breast, your body jolts, and your cunt clenches. It's too much venom at once, forcing your sensitive cunt to squirt on his cocks. "Fuckin' messy slut soaking the whole damn bed." Gliding his hand up your side, cupping your breast biting down.

Giving that intense high of squirting, yet your cunt can only spasm, getting tighter. Your body shaking, toes curling eyes rolling back. "If you do pass out mama, I could fuck my cum into your soft beautiful cunt when you're sleeping." Smirking grabbing your neck lifting you up right.

Looking up from Sukuna's thick pecs into his beautiful face. Dark crimson eyes glowing from his rut. "It would be a pity if I couldn't see you I love seeing you cryin'. But I wonder if your sweet little cunt will grip my cocks the same." Grabbing his arm and digging your short sharp claws in.

Sukuna leans his head back groaning. "Ya feel so fuckin' good mama, seein’ ya fighting to keep going this long is makin' is exciting. I might not be able to stop until your body gives out." His massive body trembles, your soft, soakign wet tight hot cunt squeezing and squelching on his fat cocks getting him off.

Fucking you faster on his cock. Flexing his arms when you pierce his skin. Thin rivulets of blood tricking down his biceps. Sukuna hunches over to roughly kiss you slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You're utterly helpless to do anything but happily take Sukuna's thick cocks. It's perfect you don't need to think or move. Only get fucked till you can't handle anymore.

[viridescentelf]

Yandere elf x reader - Bath time :)

Character and Art belongs to @meo-eiru! Please check out her blog ✨ Another BIG thanks for creating him!

This is a follow-up to my last fic: if you want to read that one, click here. I'm not sure if I'll do another one, a bit out of ideas lol.

Warning: 18+ content, drugging, general nsfw, explicit

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The water stung your damaged knee. Silas was preparing something in a wooden pail, humming some tune, while you sunk deeper into the hot spring. The water brushed your chin, as you glared at the back of the stupid elf’s head, bobbing back and forth as he dunked colorful fluids from flasks into the bucket. His long, luscious hair was levitating on the water's clear surface, covering his butt.

You were so close to freedom. He told you he’s enchanted the area now, stopping you from leaving entirely. No idea how that worked, but he showed you by pushing you gently against an invisible barrier. Your cheek had squished against the unseen partition, like when a human tests their cat’s intelligence against walls in those videos. “To protect you”, he explained in his sing-song trill.

If you hadn’t been injured, you would’ve made it. Away from this maniac.

“Look what Mama made!”

Silas held the bucket under your nose, smiling serenely. The liquid was a mix of pinkish goop and specks of sparkles. Your eyes lingered on the strange soup, then turned up to meet his excited face.

“What the fuck is this”, you mumbled crossly.

“No swearing, darling!” He patted your head. He didn’t know what the word “fuck” meant, but he read that it is bad for children to use. “It’s my healing salt! Doesn’t it smell amazing?”

Silas kept holding it under your nose. It did smell good, damn it.

“It will heal your poor leg. Plus, it makes everything feel a bit tingly. Healthy for cleaning up down there.” He gestured to his crotch.

Fuck.

Without warning, he dunked the solution into the bath. The mixture oozed slowly into the clear spring. The effect of it was almost instantaneous. You felt the biting pain ebb from your limb and you sighed in relief. Elf magic was so fascinating. If only Silas wasn’t such a freaking psycho. You would love to learn more about it. And then go back home and sleep in a bed without tits in your face.

He was right about the prickly sensation. You felt a warmth pulsate down there, as you absentmindedly sunk deeper into the water. Your gaze blurred and you felt the comfort of the heat engulf you.

Silas pulled you to him and placed you in his lap. His towering upper body remained out of the pool, the breezy touch of his skin a great juxtaposition to the searing heat of the water. To be fully engulfed, he would have had to spread himself across the whole spring, leaving no room for you.

You felt him grow below you. The effects of the water seemed to work on his form as well. His cheeks blushed.

“Be good, darling.” He breathed into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Let’s heal you completely.”

Your leg was fine. You didn’t need any more healing.

Silas’ lips brushed yours, his tongue slinking quickly and entangling in yours. The potion and his saliva were making you go crazy, your lap roaring with want. It was impossible to bottle up.

The potion made movement slow. You were attempting to push away with the last of your wits, but it came across as you gently pressing his chest together. He misunderstood and held your face up to his breasts.

“Drink up…”, he trebled, leading your mouth to his hard teat. It was hopeless.

Your wet lips traced around it and you felt the elf jitter under you with excitement. His hands were softly trailing down your back and took hold of your bottom, squeezing the soft tissue. The water delayed his movement, but you felt him lift you slightly, hovering dangerously above his throbbing shaft.

You could feel him against your entrance, nudging slightly. The heat consumed you, thrumming in the area, wanting. You released your lips from his chest, gazing dozily into his red face. If he was blushing more, you could not tell. He looked so enthralled; the big, dumb eyes full of devotion to you.

Silas crashed into your lips again, kissing desperately, lapping up every part of your mouth. The more saliva you exchanged, the more you felt yourself pulsate. The waves within you crashed, begging for relief. You tried to use your arms to push him off of you, but they felt so limp.

You hated this effect he had on you. You couldn’t stop yourself. This surge and needing the release - it drove you insane.

Floating above him in the spring, you felt him twitch there in unfair expectation. He was far too massive for you.

Silas wrapped one arm around your waist, pushing you closer into his body. Your breasts compressed against his and he moaned shakily at the sensation.

“Mama will heal you, dear…”, he huffed after releasing himself from your lips, with bits of drivel escaping his mouth. “I lov-“

You couldn’t take it anymore. You sat down on him, letting the beginning of him enter you with a strong jerk. He filled you up, with just so little of him inside. Your entire body shook from the flash.

Silas head knocked back; his eyes crossed as he let out the loudest yelp you had ever heard from him. He had never felt you like this before. He only dared milking himself in your sweet mouth, for fear of tearing you apart. But this… the feeling of your tight, velvety walls, the little he could feel of it was enough to make his world spin.

He instinctively grabbed your hips with a jolt and lifted you up and down on him. He wanted more of that sensation, more. More. More!

You were bouncing on top of him and felt every sinew explode with electricity. He bucked his hips slightly when you bobbed back down, but not too much in fear of breaking you, slowly deepening each thrust.

Although you could hear his pitiful “Ah! Ah! Ah!”s, your entire environment seemed to muffle. All you could feel was the inconsolable penetration. The way every jab made your groin burst into flames. The water splashed vigorously around you, as he guided your body into his. He lifted you like you weighed nothing. His head was still jerked back with his eyes in the back of his head, it seemed he was unable to do anything other than plunge halfway into you.

You couldn’t help but release low moans yourself, the note of your bellows making him tense up more. His large hands were clasping your ass, the flesh spilling out between his long fingers. You whimpered and let him consume you, every thrust splitting your walls further. The loud clapping of your bodies and the vigorous splashing, you were intoxicated. The sounds. The sensation. It was diabolical.  

You let out a string of deep moans, as you came, the wetness around his shaft increasing as you tightened your grip around him. Silas couldn’t hold it any longer, either, as he erupted within you, squealing from the overwhelming pleasure.

He spilled out of you. A puddle of white foam bubbled around you. Silas heaved loudly, blinking excessively and tilted his head back forward, staring dumbfoundedly at you.

He looked like you beat him up. Tears were escaping his rippling eyes, as a tiny sob hiccupped out of him.

Fucking baby.

“D-Do you feel better now? Have I healed you?”, he squeaked, pulling you into his arm cages again.

You rolled your eyes and nodded out of sheer vanquish. There was no point explaining to him that this wasn’t how you heal humans. There was no point explaining to him that mothers don't do this.

Silas kissed your head and swirled his hand in the water, making his semen drift away from you. “Oh…all the precious milk. Gone…”

He grabbed a sponge from behind him and started cleaning you feebly, his hands still shaking from the massive release. You saw a tear fall from his cheek. Without thinking, you brushed another one off his cheek.

He gaped at you after the gesture, pausing his scrubbing.

“O-oh darling. You really love me, don’t you? That’s why it felt so good…”, he smiled widely, more tears splashing out of his googly eyes.

You didn’t answer. You didn't know why you just did that.

Silas hugged you so tightly, you let out a wheeze.

“I love you too, my sweet!!” he squeaked and squished you more. “It’s getting late. We still need to have dinner! And you need a proper portion of milk!”

You closed your eyes, sighing.

Another milking session...