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[sp1d3rzz]

Pervert!Midoriya

final / pt.3

pt.1 pt.2

WARNING !! : Virginity loss, mean!reader, blowjobs, PiV unprotected, slight dick desc, cum swallowing, cowgirl position, swearing. Lemme know if I missed anything!

Summary : When your grades drop extremely low and leave you with a bad reputation, you decide it's up to that stupid dork Izuku to tutor you. Oh, a maybe ruin his virginity too.

A/N : A long ass wait, I hope you'll forgive me! (＾ｰ^) Love you all, and happy late New Years!!!

Never in a million years would Midoriya ever think that this day would come.

The day when you came to him after class and shoved your paper in his face with a big fat 'F' in the corner, ranting on and on about how much your reputation is at risk when you are getting shitty scores on tests and practically failing every exam.

It seems to go on for about another 30 minutes until you look him in the eyes and tell him not ask, tell him, "You're gonna tutor me so all of my hard work doesn't go for nothing, loser."

He remembers how sharp your eyes were that day when you pressed your pointer finger against his chest and made him swear on how he wouldn't let you fail. Claiming you'd make his life even more of a shit show if he let you down.

So of course, he's frantically nodding as he swears he would never let that happen! Sure, you two have had your differences, but maybe this could fix the relationship you and him had. And if not, he's just glad you're willing to let him keep the already toxic bond you share and not make it any worse.

Ultimately, you both end up at his house, sitting on his strangely clean floor as he explains how each problem is somehow related the next in the most complicated way possible. It twists your brain just right in some inhumanly fashion that you haven't experienced since you actually cared for your education.

One stupid math problem leads to another, and you quickly find yourself getting bored. Your eyes linger on to his pretty pink lips as he blabbers on about some random subject you don't bother to listen to. Each word that leaves his mouth has you a little more fixated on him. It especially leaves you in a trance when he presses his lips together nervously, catching your obvious stare and wondering if he'd done something wrong.

"Is... everything okay?" he speaks up, the hesitation in his voice so obviously showing. You can't help but roll your eyes and snatch the sheet of paper out of his hands, already tired of supposed tutoring. "This is boring!" you slam the paper on the floor, which Midoriya pathetically flinches at. "You can barely get a sentence out without stuttering or avoiding eye contact! Have you even talked to women outside of me?"

He doesn't know why, but your words hit him harder than usual. Sure, he's never been the luckiest with women, let alone have a relationship above friends... but he could if he wanted to! He's doesn't know the lines of unattractive or attractive, but he knows he isn't ugly enough for girls to not even look at him.

It takes him a few seconds of silence to reply, debating on a good comeback. "I-I have... There's plenty of females who I talk to." Even with a lie as obvious as that, he doesn't expect you to burst out into laughter, hands clutching at your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.

Sweat beads form on his forehead, and his face goes red with embarrassment. He watches in humiliation as you try and settle yourself down, somehow becoming infatuated with the way yours crinkle with joy, and the way your teeth show brightly to light up your face. Suddenly, he feels his body temperature spiking up, warm from how flushed he is.

Once you finally calm down, your eyes flicker back up to him. He's watching you intently, fingers fidgeting with themselves as he waits for your next word. You find it amusing, really, with how patient he manages to remain with you even after all the tormenting things you do to him. Maybe— just this once... you can be a little more appreciative of his kindness.

Slowly, you pick yourself up from your sitting position and get on all fours to crawl to him. His eyes go wide and he bites his bottom lip, and you can tell he's anticipating what's about to happen. "Y'know.." you begin, "I'd be willing to show you what a woman does when she likes a man."

Midoriyas jaw drops open as you get closer to him. His brain goes mushy when he can feel your warm breath tickle his skin, reminding him just how close you are. His breathing gets heavier, and he swallows down his nervousness.

It suddenly feels like the worlds going to stop on him in any moment when your hand inches towards the layer of fabric above his leg. "What do you m-mean?" But you know he isn't dumb. It's clear he understands your intentions since you've seen the shit he writes and reads about. Who knows what he's watching behind closed doors.

"We're gonna fuck. Or do you not want to?" You state it so bluntly, Midoriya thinks you've gone crazy. Its always been you teasing or making fun him, putting him down and setting a clear boundary between you two. Now here you are, claiming you want to have sex with him!

His eyes shoot down to your hand and then back up to meet yours. Panicking, he decides on blurting out whatever he can think of. "I never said that! It's just that well you caught me off guard and I've never done this sort of thing so–"

"Shut up before I change my mind!" you cut his nervous rambling off irritably. Silencing, he nods his head slowly, afraid of screwing this up any further. He's only seen what happens in the stupid pornos he watches, so he hesitates on what to do. But when he catches a glimpse of your impatient face, he mutters a quiet "sorry" for the wait and quickly tackles his fingers with his waist band to push it off his hips.

And when he does, you eyes widen at the sight of his boner, not expecting him to be as big as he was. It twitches under the thin material of his boxers as you hungrily stare, begging to be freed from its confinement. You don't waste any time, reaching to pull down the front of the fabric. His meaty cock springs up and bounces with release, making you ogle at the sight.

Despite not being a mathematician, you estimate a total length of 5.7 inches and a girth a little below half of that. Long and angry veins lead up to his blushed red tip, which already leaks pre-cum. A small patch of green hair covers below the base, matching the messy patch he has on his head. Naturally, a pool of saliva pools in your mouth as you take in the sight before you.

Midoriya watches you keenly as you admire his length, blushing when you look back up at him. "So this is what you've been hiding from me, huh?" you tease, and he waves his hand in front of his face as he rapidly shakes his head, sputtering out whatever he can to deny or defend your accusation.

While he isn't paying attention to what's happening below him, you lean down to place the flat of your tongue on his tip. Almost instantly, he lets out an unexpected whine and bucks his hips forward, pushing more than just the tip past your lips. The heat of your mouth, overwhelming him, quickly sends him off the edge. Pathetically enough, he might not last as long as he thought he would.

You smirk to yourself at his reaction and press forward, placing your hands on his thighs as you swallow him whole. Your wet mouth coats his dick easily, making it easier to take him. A slutty moan echoes throughout the room, and he quickly slams his own hand against his mouth. His panting escalates through the muffles past his fingers as you bring your head up and down on his cock. Your tongue drags along his base from each bob of your head, memorizing the veins that decorate it.

His hand falls from his mouth and finds its place in the roots of your hair, tangling it between his fingers. "Shit— feels s-so– good!" he whimpers, grinding his hips to the rhythm of your bobbing. The gagging sounds you make when his tip hits the back of your throat makes warmth rush to his face. He swears he's never felt anything better than this.

The hand that's taken place in your hair tightens, and he lets his mouth fall open, only shaky moans and cries leaving him. He finds it incredible how you haven't come up for air yet, only breathing through your nose like a professional. And the way you take his whole cock like it's nothing proves his point.

It isn't long before he can feel himself about to cum, lengthy moans slipping out as he grinds lazily into your mouth. You take notice of this, sloppily finishing him off and picking up the pace in which you take him. "I'm gonna— fuck!" He pushes your head down to where your nose brushes his pubes, ramming his cock deep enough to knock past your uvula. His eyes close tightly as his warm cum washes into your mouth, clenching his teeth roughly together.

Once his fingers untangle from the crown of your head, you quickly swallow his cum and push yourself up to breath. As soon as you're able to sit up, you gasp and take in as much air through your lungs as you can. "How the hell do you–" cough "cum so much.." You complain, shooting him a glare. Midoriya is practically passed out, leaning back with his cock slapped against his abs as he pants tiredly.

" 'M sorry," He whines, peaking one eye open to look at you. Even with droplets of his cum on your face and now messed up hair, he still thinks you look breathtakingly gorgeous. "It just felt so good and I couldn't help myself. Are you... o-okay?"

Scoffing at his worries, you push a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rest your eyes for a moment. "Fine. At least you gave me somewhat of a warning." And he might be overly exhausted from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, but he swears he can see a small tint of blush form on your cheeks. The thought of you having somewhat of an attraction to him makes his stomach go weak. Can such a thing really happen?

When he goes to close his eyes again and take a breath, he hears you stand up and begin removing something from your body. His eyes open up out of curiosity and he's met with you removing your pants and underwear. "W-wait, I thought we were done—" he pauses when he catches sight of your pretty pussy, slowly being revealed as you strip free from your panties.

Heat rushes to his face again as you walk back over to him and sit yourself down with two knees outside of his legs. He doesn't even notice his cock spring back up to life as his eyes take you in. "I said I was going to fuck you, didn't I?" The tease in your voice has him growing in desperate need of you once again, and he can do nothing but nod and let you take the lead.

You scoff and shake your head, hand grabbing his dick below you and aligning it with your hole. Midoriya sucks in a breath and watches as you let your hips slowly fall down so his tip brushes your clit. "Shit–" you shakily breathe, grinding your hips back and forth to swipe your pussy along his cock.

He whimpers needingly as his hands find the fat of your hips, giving him something to hold onto. You do the same, resting your arms around his neck when you finally slip his leaking tip into your warmth. The both of you moan in sync from the pleasure, pressing your bodies closer together. "I'm not sure it'll... fit." You admit embarrassingly, biting the inside of your lip as you cautiously lower yourself.

He anxiously waits for you to fuck him, so he can finally feel the walls of your cunt. And when you bring your body down and let him stretch you out, he shamefully cries out your name, pleading for you to warm his cock. "Needa' feel you! Please, I need to feel more!". You grumble back a snarky comment, but decide to get it over with.

The weight of your ass hits his thighs and you let out a lewd moan, similar to one of the porn star Midoriya likes so much. His girthy length splits you open entirely, hitting your cervix harsh enough to leave bruising for at least the next few days. He impatiently rolls his hips into you, whimpering random nonsense to try and keep himself from finishing too quick.

As soon as you adjust to his size enough to keep going, you begin to drag yourself up and down on him. The heat of your pussy invites him in sensibly, gummy walls being stretched each time you bounce on him. It doesn't go unnoticed by how wet you are already, letting him glide in and out of you easily. "You're so— fuck.." His thick fingers squeeze your skin, bound to leave marks you'll see in the morning. "So so so so good." He whines, face flush with euphoria.

You don't hesitate to start riding him faster, tits bouncing against him under your shirt. The familiar feeling of his stomach tightening approaches him once more, making him groan. Your skin meets his as you push your ass up and down on him, feeling your own orgasm begin to rise in you.

Sweat forms one body, exhaust briefly catching up to you as you ride him like your life depends on it. His cocks plunges into you so sweetly, making you unable to hold back a single moan as it hits the spongey wall in you. It has you gasping with each puncture it deals on you.

The whole room is filled with slutty sounds and wet slapping, seemingly like a porn video. It feeds into the sex perfectly, only bringing him to finish sooner. "Im so close! Please— don't stop!" Midoriya gasps, shutting his eyes tightly to let the feeling of pleasure take over him.

You take notice of the way his cock twitches inside of you, begging to spill his cum into your walls. Digging your fingers into his shoulder, you let out a string of moans before letting your orgasm rush through you and make you cum riding him.

Pants leave your lips as you grind yourself on him, rocking out the pleasure on his body to ease yours before pushing your sore knees up slightly so his dick can be free from your pussy. It separates from you with a small pop! sound, leaving you empty once again. The sight of him jerking his hips into the air as his cum spurts from his slit and onto his chest with a somehow cutely fucked out face, leave you wishing for another round.

The atmosphere seems to settle down after awhile as the two of you rest against each other, calming yourselves down from your session. "You're a pathetic fucking pervert, you weirdo." You smack his shoulder with your remaining strength, mumbling curses on your breath.

But before he can say anything, or make some half ass witted reply, your soft snoring cuts him off. Midoriya can't help himself when he softly smiles, because truthfully, he knows deep down you care for him.

[marchsfreakshow]

Coincidences [Tangerine]

Fluff

You subtly followed The Twins to Japan, just for a holiday. And you just so happen to get on the same train as them to Kyoto.

Your honour I love him, and he owns my soul. <3

Lmao. Idk. Take it pls. It's a bit short but too long to be a normal imagine.

No one's perspective.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

You had subtly followed your fiancé and his twin to Japan and on the train. Obviously, you went for the general sights and exploring. Tangerine didn't even notice that you had followed, he called you occasionally when you were in your hotel, just to check on you. Thank god it was silent in the hotel. He couldn't hear the familiar hustle and bustle of Japan that he had gotten used to while on the job.

You got on the train at a random station, barely paying attention to the world and the seeming chaos around you. Music in your earphones, and watching the night sky go past you. There was chaos in the train cars to the front and the back of you. Loud noises waving past your ears.

Despite your train car being decently empty, someone sat next to you. Oh..god. You squirmed slightly. Yet you could feel the eyes on you. "Darling?" The voice asked muffled. That voice sounded familiar. Looking over, you stared at Tangerine for a moment, then smiled like you hadn't just been caught by your fiancé on the same train he was.

"Ha...hi.. hey sweetie.." You stuttered out, going a bit red at the man sitting next to you.

"well what's god's green earth are you doing here love? I thought you were still at home doing wedding research."

"I am." I chuckled, holding your phone out to show Tangerine a Pinterest board filled with wedding ideas in your favourite colour. He just chuckled and kissed your cheek, placing an arm around your shoulder to pull you close. "I dunno... might've sneaked on your plane with you..just to grab a holiday in Japan."

"You, little shit.." a bit of laughter shared between you as Tangerine lightly grabbed your face and kissed you with a smile. "Just, be fuckin careful okay? That's some shit going down and i'd rather my fiancé doesn't get killed by some rude asshole who doesn't care for you."

"well I'm getting off at Kyoto.."

"Good. Me too sweetheart. When you get off, yeah, just immediately head for the train station exit and wait for me my love."

You nodded and kissed Tangerine eagerly, tasting the drying blood on his lips. Your hands resting on his chest as he brought you as close as possible. Obviously, that was difficult in two small train seats, but you made it work. "I love you. And I am genuinely so fucking glad you're here." Tangerine whispered, staring at you like you were the only thing worth a shit to come out of England.

"I love you more Lucille."

"Alright, there you are, i-" Lemon cut himself off, seeing you cuddled close to Tangerine and quickly enjoying eachother's company with the looming threat of death over the Twins heads. He took a moment to stare at you before sitting in the train seat opposite his brother. "Cherry. Good to see you? What are you doing here?" They called you Cherry whenever they wanted to talk to you but were out on a job. It was sort of cute since you never were the assassin type. But you liked it, and Tangerine definitely did too.

"Um...suprise?"

"My beloved, right here Lemon, decided to subtly follow us onto the plane to Japan. Take a little trip without telling us."

Lemon just smirked and huffed out a chuckle. "I am surprised you didn't follow us into the assassination line Cherry y'know? Sneaking around us like that without us noticing. Very clever."

His comment made you roll your eyes with a smirk, and rest your head on Tangerine's shoulder. "I've been looking at wedding ideas... What do you think of this?" You showed Lemon your Pinterest board, an overwhelming majority of wedding cakes, dresses and suits in the colour you adored more than anything. He nodded approvingly.

"I think i'd suit a suit that colour."

"You definitely would."

The three of you continued to natter about plans, and your excitement made everything you said set in stone for Tangerine. He loved seeing you smile, loved seeing the excitement light up your eyes by the night sky fleeting by.

That was until Ladybug went by. Lemon immediately glanced up at him, and you noticed Tangerine hesitating to get up. Since he immediately melted into your touches, getting used to your happiness again. Lemon instead got up, and started to follow the guy. You had no clue what was going on, but you knew it was a dangerous job. "Everything okay?"

"Nothing you should worry about my darling. You're too precious."

As much as you wanted to pry your fiancé for information, you figured it was best if you stayed quiet. "...can you still atleast stay here with me for a bit?"

"Course I can sweetheart."

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Tag: @american-horror-whore @r4fe-cam3ron

Not my regular taglist since this is a new character.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 3 - No Strings to Bind Your Hands

You have a crucial conversation. You like to think you learn from your mistakes.

On AO3.

It takes you a long few seconds to parse out the fuck he just said. You end up squinting at him and saying, “The fuck?”

Astarion steps away from the pillar he’d draped himself against. Uncrosses his arms so his right can flit around as he talks.

“You and Wyll, darling,” he says. “You seemed awfully close just now. I only wondered if this wasn’t the end of our late night trysts? Or tryst, rather.”

Which makes even less sense.

Y’all been busy. That thought itself is a wild fucking understatement. He had his fingers all up your cooch, then left you cold, then flirted, then basically told you to go fuck yourself over them enslaved gnomes. Then he helped you kill the fuck outta that cultist sonuvabitch who killed that poor gnome girl once y’all dug his ass out.

You ain’t shared a tent since that beach in the cave.

“Lots’a stuff going on,” you say.

“But not now, and you seem more inclined to spend your newly freed time with our dear, despondent Blade.”

“Because he just got blackmailed by a goddamn devil.”

Astarion waves his hand. “He’s a warlock; it’s part of the territory. If that’s what you’d rather do, far be it from me to stop you. I only wondered.”

He’s making a real show outta checking his nails, his other hand now propped on his hip. The wikipedia picture of “unbothered.”

Except people don’t lurk around in the dark like a creeper if they’re actually unbothered.

“Astarion,” you say. Ain’t no real way to be subtle or delicate about this, and you got the social skills of an unbaked potato on your best day. Now? Flagging and half dead? “You are the only person I have ever kissed and I’d rather keep it that way.”

There. You said it. The weird eggshell-dance y’all have been doing, the both of you so carefully Not Talking about his fingers up your cooch, and you just cracked them shells with your full weight.

Fuck them eggs.

Astarion blinks. “What? Why?”

And there is something to that. A flash of the man behind all the smirking and the smarm. There is the man you caught glimpses of down there in them caves.

“I mean, I obviously understand,” he says, totally not trying to cover himself. Not at all. “We did have a lot of fun. It’s just…you don’t want something, well, more with Wyll?”

One: he used the man’s name.

Two: the fuck does “more” mean?

The rest of the group putters around. Most have disappeared into their respective tents, except for Shadowheart, who kneels in front of hers with her head bowed and eyes closed.

“I was only trying to make him feel better. Getting outta a devil contract? That shit’s gotta weird him the fuck out. It’s called social bonding, jackass. You know, like friends?”

“Friends,” he says, all flat.

“Yeah.”

“And, you don’t mean friends?”

Jesus lord, you dealt with the version of this double-speak “he looked at you” on the farmstead when you was fourteen.

“I ain’t gonna go sticking my tongue into his mouth, if that’s what you’re implying. That…that’s something I only done with you.”

Kill you dead. Rip the soul jar off your neck and smash that bitch with a hammer and let you go full ringwraith. Anything but this horror show.

The sultry slips back over him like an old coat. Fucking goblin man. “Oh darling, we’ve done more than that.”

Astarion is infuriating. You clocked that early on. Started to change your opinion down in the dark, him blinded, you clueless. You both would’a died (you definitely would’a died) without each other. And he’s still a massive, massive dick (what the fuck is his deal with gnomes, anyway) (at least he stopped the sniping after you started the fight with that cultist fuck) (fucking bare goddamn minimum).

You could handle his regular, everyday, mean girl bullshit. Or you thought you could. But now his fingers have been all up in your cooch, and that feels like it should change things. Only things have gotten worse and weirder with him ever since.

And you are drowning.

You ain’t gonna be able to swim along with this. Can’t even see land, much less aim for it.

Y’all have been drifting around, not touching (you are abusing these swimming metaphors) and you…are done. Not talking made things stupid last time. Hurt you in a way you ain’t been hurt before.

You like to think you learn pretty quick.

“What do you mean, ‘more?’” you say.

Fuck subtlety. Fuck whatever y’all have been doing or not doing.

Astarion’s mouth opens for a second before he can recover. “Beg pardon?”

He knows what you mean. Man can hear a pulse at five hundred feet.

“I could have more with Wyll. What does that mean?”

What are y’all.

He blinks all rapid. “I…you…you were fun. Are a lot of fun. I didn’t, ah, expect much more than that.”

You ain’t never hated being right so much in your whole life, as you do right now.

Casual sex ain’t a sin, cause sin ain’t real (Mother). People do that. He offered you that before. And okay, you might’a read something else into it after all the mutual ass-saving and his heated looks and the way he wrapped his arms around you on that lizard. The way he kissed your cheek with drow blood on his lips (gross).

But that wasn’t never discussed. Then you got all swept up in your head in that tent. You were so close. Ain’t used to being touched, and it felt so goddamn nice. Like gulping water after noonday chores in the summer heat (his fingers cradling your cheeks) and you hadn't realized how heat-stroked you been (the sweep of his lips and tongue over you) until you took that drink of cool water and gasped (into his mouth, legs splayed wide over his thighs as he held you).

Oh hey, you wasn’t actually ready for this conversation. Neat.

You’re attracted to the man, for some godforsaken reason. Even now, you look at him and your gaze catches on his goddamn lips. And that means you got feelings. Goddamnit.

But that don’t mean he do.

So now you gotta have this conversation. Because if he’s in this for the casual and you ain’t, you gotta figure that out. Before y’all go further. Before you let him any further in (that’s what she said) (god fucking damnit).

“What’s…” you try. Have to clear your throat. Glance over to Shadowheart who ain’t moved from her prayers or whatever. “What’s more, to you?”

Would he want that, you mean. Do you? Can you do this if he says no, can you have casual fooling around.

When you finally drag your gaze back to him, Astarion looks…adrift. Like you just asked him about the weather in Ancient Greek (except he’d be the sort to know Ancient Greek, wouldn’t he).

The disappointment curls sour and sharp in your gut. Squeezes your throat and prickles your eyes. You knew this was a possibility. Knew it, even if you didn’t want to admit it, when you lowered yourself over his lap.

You can’t force a relationship on somebody. That’s toxic as hell, and ain’t never gonna hold. Not without breaking stuff. But he ain’t the type, is he? Never pretended to be the type. Made it real clear he was, well, a vagabond. Either cause he’s a vampire, or that just his preference, some people ain’t into…whatever it is you’re looking for.

Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re looking for.

You try to smile. Cause you don’t blame him, and however much it feels like trying to carve your heart out by jamming a rusty spoon down your throat, it’s better to do this now. End it amicably. Like a goddamn adult.

“I, uh,” you say. Have to clear your bitch ass throat, who is a traitor. “I don’t know the rules here. About, um. Any of this.”

He watches you intently, gaze flitting back and forth between your eyes.

You take a breath. Like a goddamn adult. “Are we just…just fuck buddies? Is that what you’re interested in? Because, um. I.” A goddamn adult. Gonna tear these words outta you like ripping off whole fingernails, but by god, you’re going to do it. “I do. Uh. Want. You know. Tobewithyou.”

God help you. You did it. Put the whole thing out there. Your actual, beating heart held out in the open air, your chest a gaping, hollow wound, waiting to see what he’ll do as you lock every muscle in your body to keep from running the fuck away.

Man stands straight. His weight shifts to his back foot, and he did that the night he got exposed as a vampire, didn’t he? He wants to run. He always wants to run, you’re starting to realize.

You went and did it. You fucked this up. Wrapped your hands around this thing’s delicate neck and strangled the fuck outta it in its crib.

“It’s okay—” you start.

“We—” Astarion says.

The both of you shut the fuck up.

It’s Astarion who opens his mouth again. “If you want more with me. If…if that’s truly what you want?”

It ain’t fucking about what you want. It’s about not forcing him into it. Not leading him on, until he wises up that you’re weird and damaged and all messed up. Cold. Frigid. That’s what happened with Ryan fucking Meadows. You learn from your mistakes. You have to.

You should turn around and dive into your tent. Hide behind Sweetums. If you were home, you’d put your phone on airplane mode, shut all the curtains, and curl up under three blankets with a whole jar of forty-proof sippin cream (and ultimately stop drinking it like, three sips in, but it’s the thought that counts). Not stand here, all open and exposed and hideously vulnerable, longing for the sweet embrace of death.

“I. Do you?” you say.

Holy fuck, this shit is so nerve wracking. And fucking tenuous. He’s a vampire with a fuckface puppet master y’all gotta kill, and you’re a weirdo alien with no goddamn idea what you’re even doing here.

“We could try?” Astarion says. Soft. Cautious.

You stare.

A relationship. Of some kind. That involves fingerbanging.

On a quest to curb stomp a brainworm cult, and fuck knows what else. And you decide, for the first time in your life, to let yourself tumble into a relationship with someone you wouldn’t’ve trusted as far as you could throw him a month ago.

This is a bad, bad idea.

He looks all uncertain. Quivering around the edges, though his face has gone all stiff like he’s trying to hide it.

If this shit goes south, tentacles are gonna sprout outta your face as your skin sloughs off. So, y’know, why the fuck not.

“Trying sounds good?” you say. You don’t mean it to come out a question, but it does anyway.

Astarion cocks his head. His whole posture loosens and his eyes reshine with their usual gleam. “I suppose that means you’ll need to consider yourself well and truly taken.”

Oh huh. You still can blush in these trying times. What a mortifying discovery.

Then the man brings his fingers to his lips, cups his hand under his jaw. His eyes fucking glitter as he gives you a long, slow once-over. “You know, darling, this has been a surprisingly delightful conversation.”

It’s been nine layers of hell, each one peeling off a layer of skin leaving you emotionally flayed and naked. And in a goddamn relationship.

But maybe, possibly, you wasn’t sinking down through hell. Maybe, possibly, you was going the other way. Maybe there’s a shine up there, a glimmer of light and something that ain’t shit at the end of this. Whatever that end is. That you ain’t really been thinking about cause it’s easier to deal with bad things you assumed was coming, than trying to scoop shattered hope into a sad, crunching little pile.

Astarion makes a soft sound (that lifts the almost invisible hairs on your arms) and steps closer. “Does that mean I’ll be following you to your bed tonight?”

Oh.

Um.

“I…I think Sweetums beat you to that,” you say. And lift up the tent flap so he can peer in. The furry feather-baby is curled into a beach ball of snoring owlbear cub. His ear tufts twitch as he raises his head to blink them huge eyes at you. Gives a sleepy, trilly little chirp.

“Well,” Astarion says. “Shit.”

[lookingforuravity]

구원

word count: 2,297

ft. kageyama, tsukishima, akaashi, suna, kuroo, & iwaizumi

IN WHICH you experience your first kiss w/ haikyuu boys

small a/n: this is pretty old i posted this on my old account (that's now deleted) so i might re-upload some of my fics <3

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

▪︎ kageyama would be so awkward.

▪︎ i feel like he'd be the type of person to put so much thought into it to make sure it's absolutely perfect and make it somewhat unforgettable. he's a very determined person, on and off court, so i think he'd approach the first kiss in the same manner.

▪︎ but then again, he's awkward. the days he spent planning to get it right going to complete waste due to his nerves, and he's barely able to mutter out a complete sentence.

the sun set long ago, and the sound of cicadas and screeching of sneakers from inside the gym were the noises y/n heard. it was almost a daily routine for the freshly new couple to walk home together. y/n would wait outside with a couple of snacks for the both of them, he'd take his share and walk them home while occasionally rubbing his hand against their own, then they'd go their separate ways for the night.

usually they'd engage in a casual conversation discussing their day, but kageyama had been oddly silent throughout most of the walk. “are you okay?” they questioned after a long time of awkward silence. kageyama simply nodded while continuing to look at his feet as they walked. y/n thought maybe he was stressed about practice or an upcoming tournament, his face looked like he was going to hurl.

they finally arrived at y/n's residence and turned to face each other to say their final goodbyes for the night, but kageyama still couldn't keep eye contact. he fiddled with his hands as his eyes darted everywhere but them. “are you sure you're okay?” they questioned again, a look of pure concern now stitched onto their face. kageyama had spent days planning this, weeks even, but now that the moment has come every detail of his well-prepared plan slipped his mind.

all he could think of was just how beautiful y/n looked with the shine of the moonlight slightly glistening on them.

“i- uh..” he started, but anything he wanted to say couldn't leave his mouth. deciding not to waste anymore time, kageyama grabs onto their shoulders and pulls them in, pressing his lips on the soft plush of theirs. he didn't even give them a second to respond before pulling away and running his way back home, leaving y/n in a utter state of shock.

“.. i'll see you tomorrow?!” she yelled. but it didn't seem to reach the ears of the raven-haired boy who'd already turned the corner.

TSUKISHIMA KEI

▪︎ tsukishima would attempt, keyword: attempt, to be nonchalant about it… but the blush on his face says otherwise!

▪︎ tsukki is known for being relatively emotionally distant and tends to use sarcastic humor as a way to hide it. (?)

▪︎ i think that'd he would use this humor during the kiss to deter away from the fact that he's showing his more soft/vulnerable side.

“oi, pay attention,” tsukishima teased as he lightly tapped y/n's head with the pen he held in his hand. “the answer is practically right in front of you.” the two sat on the floor of tsukishima's bedroom, studying for an upcoming exam in the subject y/n struggled in the most: math.

y/n groaned and leaned all the way back until their back hit the floor, running their hands all over their face is agony. “i hate this! i don't wanna do it anymore!” they complained once more for what tsukishima felt was the hundredth time. he rolled his eyes at his partner's behavior, grabbing their hand and lifting them to make them sit back up.

“it's not that bad, you're just not trying.” he retorted. y/n pouted at their boyfriend's words and slouched as he continued to go on and on about the lesson in front of them. but as he kept talking, the sound of his words were completely drowned out and all they could think about was how pretty he looked right now.

he was wearing a hoodie (that y/n finally returned to him), sweatpants, and talking about whatever blah blah blah nonsense he was saying. they always did find intelligent men attractive. the thought was sudden, but now that they thought about kissing him, it wouldn't leave their mind.

tsukishima was still distracted from explaining the lesson to them to notice that they were crawling towards him until he felt a hand touch his cheek. he looked up with a raised brow, and before he could even react y/n was pressing their lips against his.

tsukishima stared at them almost wide-eyed after they pulled away. “tuh, what was that?” he muttered before looking down at the papers sprawled on the ground. it may have sounded like he didn't care, but the redness on his face and the tips of his ears gave it away.

AKAASHI KEIJI

▪︎ the calmest of them all honestly. (internally freaking out though)

▪︎ i don't think he'd pre-plan like kageyama, but he would choose the perfect setting and it'd turn out amazingly. i think he'd be the type of partner to read his s/o's body language perfectly.

▪︎ akaashi would make it a comfortable situation for both him and his partner while never being too brash nor too nervous.

the serene, dimly lit surrounding followed by the soft blue hue of the water provided for an instant relaxation upon y/n and akaashi. the two walked hand in hand as they explored the aquarium, looking at all the cute fishies and rest of the sea animals. y/n always had a keen interest in these type of exhibits. the ocean was always intriguing to them and they made this well known.

akaashi took this opportunity to bring them to a nice aquarium in tokyo. it was small, but that didn't matter. akaashi was okay with anything as long as they were there too. “are you having fun?” he asked them softly. their eyes were practically stars as they continued to observe every corner of the aquarium, and he couldn't fight the small smile that stretched onto his face.

his question goes unheard as y/n takes in the view of everything, running to the fish eye tank she spotted feets away. akaashi chuckled slightly as he followed closely behind them and eventually taking a seat beside them. “it's pretty, isn't it?” they murmured as they stared off into the tank, but akaashi's eyes never left their figure. “it's gorgeous.”

y/n turned to face him, and his cerulean eyes bore into theirs as he gazed at them lovingly. “what?” they asked. but akaashi said nothing and shook his head. he softly cupped their face and pulled them in as he leaned in to meet in a kiss. it was tender and slow but it was enough to show how much akaashi truly cared for them.

SUNA RINTARŌ

▪︎ another one that is extremely calm.

▪︎ similar to akaashi, i don't think he'd pre-plan. however, he'd do it more spontaneously. maybe his body reacts before his mind does while he presses his lips against yours.

▪︎ i think he'd also tease similarly to tsukishima, but a bit more dialed down.

suna crashed onto his bed as he kicked his shoes off and rested his forearm on his forehead, y/n also kicking off their shoes and crashing next to him. the pair had an extremely long and tiring day at school, and a nap was very much needed. they both turned on their sides to face each other, their eyes threatening to close.

“i'm so tired..” y/n mumbled. suna couldn't even utter a sentence, he simply nodded while his blinks slowly got longer and longer. he grabbed y/n by the waist and pulled them into his chest, tucking his face away in the crook of their neck. his hold on them tightens as he feels their small exhales on his neck. “so am i.” he finally spoke.

suna and y/n would always take naps together. but today was different. the stress suna had from volleyball practice and the one y/n had from studies, the two could go into hibernation right now and not wake up for months if they could. but it was impossible, so for now they just enjoyed the warm embrace of one another.

they both stretched and entangled their limbs together as they got ready to take a nap. y/n closed their eyes and was on the verge of slipping into slumber before they felt a small press against their lips. opening their eyes abruptly, they see suna staring back at them with a sly smirk on his face. “.. what was that?” they uttered with their eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

“a kiss silly,” suna teased. “you looked so cute i couldn't help myself.” the two just stared at each other, blinking slowly waiting for the other to say something. “why?” they asked confused. it was such a random place to have their first kiss. but suna simply shrugged. “i don't know.” he answered.

“..wanna do it again?”

“sure.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

▪︎ this man will be straight up and not hesitate.

▪︎ i think iwa would be more abrupt. like you guys would just be talking and all of a sudden he's smashing his lips onto yours. he wouldn't doing it harshly though. in a very firm but gentle way.

▪︎ he'd do it based on his gus instinct. if he felt that it was the right place and time to have your guys’ first kiss, then it's right.

(pretend they won to go to nationals lol)

the gymnasium boomed with thunderous cheers and claps as the final blow of the whistle sounded. aoba johsai had made it to nationals. as the team came to embrace each other on the court, iwaizumi scanned the crowd, looking for that one familiar face. as they made eye contact, he could see y/n standing there looking down at him with a bright smile on their face as they screamed joyously.

5 minutes later, the team exits through the doors of the gym to the hallway, and iwazumi is met with the sight of his partner standing right in front of him with open arms. he rushed over to them, grabbing them by their thighs and lifting them in the air as y/n squealed in surprise. “i'm so proud of you!” they praised.

iwaizumi put them down and hugged them tightly while breathing heavily, still out of breath from the intense match not long ago. his face was tucked securely into the crook of their neck as he swayed them both side to side. “thank you.” he murmured into the skin. y/n couldn't fight the tears welling up in their eyes as the amount of pride they held in their boyfriend was too much.

but before they could react, iwaizumi was pulling away and smashing his lips into theirs, y/n letting out a surprised squeal before melting away in the kiss. his calloused hands caressed their face as he poured all of his passion into it.

KUROO TETSURŌ

▪︎ he would be extremely confident during the first kiss.

▪︎ kuroo is calculated. this helps with his self-assurance and the way he initiates/reacts during the kiss. he would start off by lightly teasing his partner before initiating the kiss.

▪︎ he is also highly observant, and is able to read his s/o's body language in the same way akaashi does.

a first date at the science museum seemed like an odd pick. but for kuroo and y/n there couldn't be anything more perfect. as the two walk hand in hand, they both drag each other to different parts of the exhibit and list off random facts that weren't listed on the descriptions.

“it's fascinating, isn't it?” kuroo said. he was intrigued with the 3D model of kinetic energy that was presented in front of him. y/n couldn't help but admire how eager their boyfriend was. both of them had an interest in science, but kuroo's beat hers by a long shot.

they couldn't help but trail their eyes over his face, taking in the smaller details. like the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, the way his eyes sparkled when he was doing something he liked, everything was admirable. and his lips slightly glistened and they couldn't help but wonder what his lips would feel like on theirs.

kuroo noticed this, of course. how could he not? he couldn't ignore the feeling of their eyes on the side of his face and the way they'd fiddle with their fingers as they continued to observe every inch of his face except for the views in front of them. if it was anyone else, he would've been annoyed. but y/n? he found it endearing. kuroo turned to her and chuckled as they tensed when he caught them staring. “do you want to kiss me?” he asked abruptly, teasing them softly.

their eyes widen as their muscles tense up, stuttering out mutters explaining how they weren't staring but kuroo didn't buy it. he continued to tease them as he stepped closer, grabbing the back of their softly without them even noticing. kuroo connected their lips, blurring out their surroundings. in his mind, it was just him and his lover sharing their first of many more.

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[verpineshatterrifle]

sorry this is like, weeks after you asked, the holidays kicked my ass and then i got sick

so what repcomm does to address order 66 is establish throughout all four books leading up to it that the clones will follow orders, not because they don't have free will, not because they're mind controlled, but because following orders in a war is what makes you a soldier, it very often saves your life

they dont do any of the shit in tcw/tbb where roughly every other episode some character disobeys a direct lawful order likely meant to protect them, and the fact that they disobeyed is what saves the day (i am looking specifically at omega)

this reblog has a whole bunch of book quotes about how following orders is like. not optional. and actually good

repcomm also does some interesting stuff with the relationship of jedi and clones- the book series get a lot of hate for 'jedi bashing' but i really don't think that's fair. many of the primary characters are critical of the jedi order, but there isn't a single jedi character in the series that's actually treated as a full antagonist

basically, the series raises some very interesting questions about why exactly jedi, who are not trained as military officers, are in charge of an army suddenly. geonosis casualties are extremely high (1/3 of the entire army, 1/2 of the commando squads) specifically because the jedi had no idea what the hell they were doing with military tactics. the main character jedi spend the series trying their best to learn, acknowledging when their clone officers should be the ones calling the shots, being useful where they can. the series does a lot with subverting the command structure in interesting ways, how far you can really push that, when you can't. bardan jusik (a general) acts like an officer as little as he can possibly get away with while kal skirata (a sergeant) regularly pushes generals around. etain tur mukan (general) spends a lot of the series desperately trying to grow into that role. arligan zey (general, jedi master) is treated as a bit of a problem specifically because as head of the spec ops brigade he can't take that back seat role even if he wants to

so you have the clones who are to some extent aware that while the jedi have magic powers, their military qualifications are... somewhat lacking, and now we all just have to kind of deal with that as best we can

long story short, order 66 in repcomm is one of 150 contingency orders that every clone officer has memorized. it's not a sleeper agent activation phrase. there's stuff in there about killing/arresting the chancellor too, if necessary. in fact, here's all the known orders:

so in the books, when order 66 comes through, it's a lawful order directly from the supreme chancellor, communicating that the jedi are now acting against the republic, and must be stopped using lethal force. because what else are you going to do with extremely powerful magic space wizards with mind powers?? 'capture alive' isn't realistic if the jedi have turned on the republic

and then quite a few of the clones actually do disobey the order. i don't want to spoil anything directly in case you read the series, but omega squad is completely doing their own thing during order 66, a certain arc captain makes a certain choice of his own, delta squad is on kashyyyk, bardan is losing his mind trying to locate etain, it's absolute havoc

(the books also show you the battle of coruscant on the ground and just. damn. damn. it hits hard. really hard.)

idk it just makes me sad- that the version where men whose emotional journeys, relationships with their officers, militaristic mindset, intense battle fatigue, the hopes and dreams they manage to have and the doubts and questions they barely dare to voice even to each other... we see all that, and then they have to make a choice- obey a lawful order given by the supreme commander to perfect soldiers, or do the impossibly difficult, unthinkable thing, and as the man that the republic doesn't believe you are, disobey that order because some small doubtful part of you hopes that it's wrong?

also the extreme irony that the only real hope the jedi had of surviving order 66 was to either 1- refuse to play the game (bardan jusik took this option and was only capable of doing so because he was broken down to the point where he couldn't remain a general AND he had somewhere else to go and something useful to do, this is simply not possible for most jedi) or 2- consistently, for three years, despite what the republic and the war needs, despite what the men themselves want and are comfortable with, despite your own exhaustion and moral crisis, treat the clone soldiers whose lives are under your command, with nothing less than full respect and dignity and hope that when they're told you're a traitor and they need to kill you that they'll think twice

it makes me SO SAD that this was all trashed for mind control trope simply because a kid's show can't fit that much nuance and depth in it

here is my biggest complaint about the animated star wars shows (the clone wars and the bad batch, no comment on rebels)

before i even get started, i know these are kids shows told in 20 minute episodes, and that the reason for my beef is because the 2008 clone wars show was focusing primarily on the jedi, and didnt have the time/wasnt interested in treating the GAR as an actual military and needed to appeal to a young audience. i get that. i do. now with that out of the way im going to bitch and moan unapologetically about how X Thing Ruined Star Wars, because that's the fandom's national sport, ok?

the shows treat the GAR like a high school. everyone is somewhat childish (to appeal to the young audience). disobeying orders is something cool heroes do. (ANAKIN.) improvisation is treated as a fun and cool tactic that generally works out after a whacky adventure, not something you do as a last resort when your actual plan fails. main character's competency is primarily shown through their enemies (and sometimes their minor character allies) suddenly becoming inexplicably stupid.

'good soldiers follow orders' becomes a terrifying signal that a character has lost their agency. 'when have we ever followed orders?' becomes a rallying cry and heroic last words.

when youve written a military THAT badly, how are you supposed to force your beloved characters to follow Order 66? well, you're kind of stuck with mind control.

it didnt have to be this way 😭😭

[bekolxeram]

“10! 9! 8!”

The helicopter hovers in the clear, starry sky.

“7! 6! 5!”

The crowd on the ground joyously counts down, welcoming the arrival of a new year, a new beginning.

“4!”

Tommy turns to face the passenger sitting beside him, “are you ready, Evan?”

“3!”

Buck mirrors the pilots movement, “never been more ready.”

“2!”

They smile at each other, with a bright, hopeful glint in their eyes.

“1! Happy New Year!”

Their lips crash together as the crowd roars in celebration, their connection only broken by the deafening bang of a firework. Buck jolts around, but his expression soon softens up in awe.

The calm, dark night sky has been illuminated by bursts of shimmering gold, right in front of his eyes.

Here.

There.

Here again.

Pops of color are gradually thrown into the mix, turning the simple, elegant light show into a chromatic symphony.

Red.

Blue.

Purple.

“Wow… I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life,” Buck sighs, still awestruck by the aerial, front-row view to the fireworks.

“I love you, Evan. I can’t wait to start our future together,” Tommy cups Buck’s cheeks with both hands, pulling him in for another gentle kiss.

Something feels wrong to Buck.

“Um… Tommy, who’s flying the chopper?” he stares at the bare cyclic, free from the control of the pilot.

“No one,” Tommy says, a hint of sorrow appearing on his face.

Buck’s blood runs cold.

“What does that mean?”

“It means it’s not real, Evan,” the pilot smooths a thumb over Buck’s cheekbone, “you can’t fly too close to the fireworks in real life, or else you’ll crash and burn.”

“Am I… dreaming?”

“Yeah… it’s a nice one, isn’t it? Too bad you’ll have to wake up soon.”

“Wait, no! I’m staying here, I’m staying here with you,” Buck cries out. “Aw — My head,” a strong dull ache starts pounding his head.

“You can’t.”

“Just… 5 more minutes,” Buck pleads with all his might, fighting against the burn in his throat.

“I’ll see you on the other side.”

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Buck wakes up in a dimly lit room. There’s a hint of familiarity to this place, but he can’t pinpoint it exactly. He can’t even focus for more than 2 seconds due to the throbbing pain in his head.

Feeling his jeans still on, he pats around to find his phone in a pocket. The bright light from the screen stings his dry eyes, after a few seconds to adjust, he sees a column of unread texts from Eddie.

Eddie: What do you mean “where are you”? In El Paso? With Christopher? Eddie: I’m coming back on the 4th. I’ve told you that already, why are you still asking? Eddie: Are you drunk? Eddie: Wait, don’t tell me you’re in my house. Eddie: Why do you have to pick NYE of all days to drunkenly invade my home? Eddie: I’m doing you a favor, you owe me a big one.

Snippets of memories start flooding back all at once. He remembers leaving Maddie’s house shortly after midnight because it was Jee’s bed time, but he didn’t want to go home to an empty apartment, he decided to head to a bar for drinks instead. The more he drank, the lonelier he felt, so he took an Uber to his best friend’s house out of habit.

His memories begin blurring from that point on, but he vaguely recalls breaking down yelling and crying at someone…

“Easy, there’s a bucket next to the bed. You don’t need to get up if you’re feeling sick.”

“Tommy…”

“I brought you an isotonic drink and some painkillers, just in case, but your head should feel better once you get your hydration level back up,” Tommy hands him the bottle and kneels down on the floor, next to the bed.

“How…?” Buck asks after taking a big gulp of the liquid.

“Eddie texted me last night, telling me Christopher wanted to wish me a happy new year over the phone.”

“So… he tricked you?”

“No, he absolutely blasted me for leaving you heartbroken and alone. He said every person in Los Angeles, men and women, would line up just for a chance to kiss you on New Year’s, but you were on your own moping around because of me instead.”

“Eddie?”

“Chris. He told me if I ever believed you weren’t serious about… us, then I would be, and I quote, ‘a fucking idiot’.”

“Oh, he’s all grown up now,” Buck lets out a soft chuckle.

“Um… I was thinking, maybe we could talk? If you want to of course, I understand I have no right to ask you for anything after what I did to you.”

“Later, maybe?”

Tommy nods.

“Can you just stay with me for a while?” Buck lifts up bedspread as an invitation.

Tommy agrees silently by climbing into the bed, lying down on the empty side and wrapping his arms tightly around Buck from behind.

Buck melts into his touch, and slowly drifts off the sleep once again.

[norissisca]

“I wish to be with you in my final moments, my love”

Satoru x Suguru X Non-Sorc!Reader

DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT — FEMPOV

content warning : gore, thoughts of cannibalism, death, angst, miscarriage, alcohol, mention of rape, horror themes, psychosis, suicide

You’re currently on : PT I

long a/n : cw contains the overall warning of the fic, this chapter won’t have all of the warnings contained in it. also okok i get it, it’s a short chap but whatev. suguru isn’t introduced in this chapter yet heh. . . i js posted this cuz i am extremely delayed when posting this. this fic won’t be as good as well since i rushed it, i will edit it throughout trust me

August 10th, 2017, at around dawn,

Jane Doe has been found deceased.

Your eyes shot open, rapid breathing taking over what seems to be the left overs of your lungs as you laid on the grounds of the Tokyo alleyway. Cold. Empty. The pouring raining punching your lifeless body as you were alone as the only source of light was the billboards shimmering at night.

Your wish wasn’t able to be fulfilled.

Oh, poor you. Poor y/n. It was going to happen either way, you were destined to this fate even if they wanted to protect you and hide you away from it. It was already planned to happen.

Just barely conscious, you could still make out that outstretched curse made up of the body’s of a human flesh and fluid with its umbilical cord still drooping. It was just digging away into your stomach as if it was a starving, remorseless hyena scavenging at the remains of it’s prey; whilst paring its skin with it’s fingers. It’s shit eating grin invariably plastered on its prolonged face gave you deja vu, glistening its overwhelmingly amount of teeth. Too large to be humane but yet too small to be inhumane.

You wanted to move, to scream as you felt the agonising pain of your pancreas squelching against your intestines as if a child was playing with your guts like slime, except this was no child. . .

Its eyes wider than anything human just bore into your’s as it toyed around with your digestives. Squish. Squish. . Squish. . . The metal smell stinging your nose as you didn’t feel no anger, sadness, fear or anything. Except, desire to help it. Assist it grab your body parts and just gollop it down your dry throat.

Its disorientated voice squalled out, verbally struggling to word out the words it desired to say towards you.

. . .

“Maama. . .”

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4 months prior to the accident.

The room was dim as you lay sprawled out on your stomach on the king size bed, the white sheets covering partially of your bare skin. That night. . . That night kept replaying in your mind, his unwelcome hands touching you. The only thing you could recall that night was his sinful words with that revolting shit eating grin.

As your hands grasped onto the silky sheets, your breath hitched as you wanted to get him out of your head. Until you felt a pare of welcoming hand slithering across your arm towards your hands before interlocking with them which made you loosen grasp of the sheets. The feeling of a warm muscular skin flushed against your back as you felt some legs entangling with yours.

“You’re so tense. Is something on that pretty mind of yours sweets?. . .”

The raspy whisper spoke as you knew straight away it was Satoru. Only he had the spare keys to your penthouse — that he supposedly bought even knowing he only sleeps there with you when he doesn’t have to teach nor have any missions otherwise he’s in the jujutsu dormitories due to his tight schedule of only 3 hours of sleep. You would turn around to face your boyfriend making eye contact with his icy blue eyes, a soft hum slipping out of his lips as he leant in to kiss your lips that lingered quite sometime. Just his way of showing who’s his girl.

“Toru, it’s nothing. Just stretching my fingers.”

You tenderly spoke through the kiss as he pulled away. Silent. . . Than all of a sudden his lanky fingers started stretching your cheeks with a goofy smirk on his lips, he was pulling your skin like a granny teasing her granddaughter as a devious chuckle flowed out of his mouth

“Hehe.. Look you’re a pufferfish, glob glob glob!!”

You would shoot him a glare as now he started smacking your cheeks gently to make your lips pout out like a pufferfish before he slowly stopped with one last smack and a ‘glob’ before retracting his hands and a look of a child caught red handed grabbing cookies from a jar plastered all over his face. Sometimes even you have to treat your own damn boyfriend like a child for him to control his antiques, but yet again, it somehow made you get that thought from that man out of your head.

“Anyways, you staying for the night? I thought you normally stayed at that weird little Hogwarts place.”

Your fingers brushed his white bangs out of his face so you could clearly see his charming face. As a non-sorcerer you never really understood Satoru’s wizard of oz world of sorcerers, I mean after all you were born without a cursed technique. Satoru did try to explain cough cough I mean teach the whole thing to you even his uh— what was it called again? Seven eyes? Number eye? Whatever and how he’s like a ‘god’ amongst everyone, but at the end of the day you just saw him as an average person. Except for his white locks and striking eyes. Damn, you can never get tired of staring at him, maybe he is a god with that beauty. Who knows.

The ironic thing about this is that he dated you not just for your oh so cute little face but also the fact you viewed him differently and also your morals, which were somehow quite similar to Suguru’s except in a more of a less sorcery way. Even though he preferred to focus on his life and also desired somebody merely as strong as him; yet he still chose you and somehow you also chose him even knowing he wasn’t that all faithful.

“Mmmmm. . . Naaaaah. . I’m staying for the night. And it’s not called Hogwarts! It’s Jujutsu high! Thank you verrrryyy much.”

He even emphasised on the word ‘Jujutsu high’ to remind you the name of the school he worked at before quickly cutting himself off and looking down to your chest, his goofy grin reappearing again after trying to put on the tough guy act when correcting you. His fingers wiggling in a way he’s ready to fondle with them, your eyes darting from his hands to your chest than back to him, your brow raised with a small giggle escaping your lips.

“Zooweee mama! My little girls are looking just as beautiful as they usually are, come to daddy!!”

With excitement and exaggeration he would pull the sheets over him and snuggle up his face between your chest whilst wrapping his brawny arms around your waist like a belly chain, a highschool girl giggle vibrating against your skin and then with with a content sigh, he would’ve shut his eyelids in relaxation. Your hand would slither into his white locks, giving them a massage as you closed your eyes and kissed his head with your eyes fluttering shut as a heartwarming smile forms.

“Goodnight toru. ‘M love you.”

As y/n falls into a slumber, Satoru would halfway open his eyes with seriousness that he usually doesn’t show. His infinity warps around them both as his six eyes senses something or somebody watching afar from the glass walls in their large bedroom that looked down the Tokyo city, possessively pulling himself more into your body and his grip around you tightens.

“Tch. . .”

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May 11th, Thursday at 1200

Your mouth would widen as a teary yawn escaped, your hands would rub away the tear remnants. The heel of your shoes making contact to the concreted ground with taps whilst making your way to the shops. A soft hum slithered from your lips as you pulled out your phone to see any new messages, noticing you have 16 new ones from Satoru.

My Blue Eyed King of Big Backness 🩵💙

baby

Sweets

penis

oK soz

sweetie boo boo bear my little queen of grumpiness and sexiness

i heard ur going to the shops

plz buy sweets

i beg i have been such a good boy. . . heh

can u also go to the new bakery

wait nvm i will go muself and drag nanami with me

love

ove u

pove u

. . .

looooovvveeee yyuyy

bro the fuck

love you 😘

also the kids say hi (dw they don’t know who you are I didnt tell them who u were)

today, 9:30am

pls send nudes of yoy back bending 🙏

today, 11:00am

Jesus Christ. It’s ironic how all of your notifications were just Satoru trying to just even say he wants sweets. A heavy sigh left your lips as you put away your phone and walk into the store you just arrived at to buy groceries. . . And sweets.

As you exited the store with a whole bag and of food for restock and the other bag filled with sweets, you would make your way back towards the penthouse. The weight the of the bags being extremely heavy causing you to drag them across the ground slightly. Before you could even straighten your back you felt a shudder through your spine.

You couldn’t even move a muscle, you felt as vulnerable as a deer at headlights. Beads of sweat would drool down your forehead as you felt your breath hitch against your throat. The shopping bags fell to the ground as the beating of your heart started beating rapidly with a gut feeling inside of you lacerating you to look behind. . . But you couldn’t. The agitation you’re feeling right now is preventing you to do such movements.

“MY GOD Y/N!! You never told me the guys here in Japan were this cute!”

The loud shrill behind you of a voice that spoke English with a high pitch eventually made your body snap around to see a blonde girl dressed up in a revealing outfit with a massive gleeful smile printed on her face. You knew her. . . It was your old high-school friend : Addison.

You felt deja vu from the sight. Addison? What is she doing here?. . . Your eyes hastily scanned around the place, it was a large bathroom with the echo of loud music in the background and flashing lights flickering through the door of the room. Your head glanced towards the floor mirror. You were also dolled up.

But, you were just—

“Hey! Hey?!! Earth calling y/n? Don’t tell me you’re drunk already!! We just got here, ughhhh. . . I knew drinking all of those boozes wasnt a good idea.”

Her dramatic groan made you look back at her face, your features now softening as you felt comfort around her presence. Still trying to put a finger to what is happening you would sigh tenderly and loosen your shoulders, you were probably drunk as hell. It was said drunk people do hallucinate when intoxicated, maybe that’s what you were experiencing.

“Sorry, Addy. I think I might be a lil drunk. . .”

You spoke in a gentle tone but loud enough to be heard over the muffled up-beat music, your hand rubbing the back of your neck. You felt her hand interlock with yours and drag you out of the bathroom in a rush of adrenaline, a laugh erupting from her lips.

“A lil?? Your drunk boo!! Now let’s have fun and don’t be too drunk, I will need that translation for the Japanese we will be hearing!”

As she dragged you out of the bathroom the music got louder, the bright lights flaring would cause somebody with epilepsy have a seizure and the stench of heavy alcohol hits your nose without warnings. Everything felt so real. Until, you noticed around Addison’s neck was a black choker that almost resembles a rope, it almost seemed like a mockery the choker.

Shit. This wasn’t Addison, you remembered. . . She shot herself almost half a decade ago.

Coming into an abrupt stop, you teared your grip away from Addison’s grasp. Your breathing now coming to a fasten motion. Addison would also halt and tediously turn around towards you, her face now cold with dispassion. That same shudder from before came back crashing towards you as you took a step back, fumbling.

The glares. . . You felt eyes stabbing into you as Addison’s emotionless features continued looking, with hesitation you teared away from her eyes grasping contact with yours to only realise all those glares were from everybody in the club. . . Everybody was staring right at you, the exact same expression as Addison, same petrifying looks that could curse you.

Except for one. One in particular. A tall, almost same height as Satoru, maybe 10 centimetres shorter. He had long raven-like black hair that was lustrous and a disturbing but yet alluring features upon him. You felt the eyes subside the longer you look at the man, the feeling of betrayal and anger with a tint of mournfulness now took over your emotions as he began mouthing words. The only thing you could understand from the spoken words he tried to proverb were—

Everything was cut off as your eyes flutter open, peeping down you would notice Satoru wide awake and his icy eyes glowing, his seriousness dissipating as infatuation was now plastered on his face. As Satoru saw you awake, his eyes would soften whilst lifting his head up from your chest to give u a large goofy grin.

“Hey sweets, did I wake you up?”

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Thank you for reading — pt II will come. . .

Love,

Norissisca

[fitzfunnymoments]

Behold. Anthro designs for the dipshit brothers™️ (I've had the sudden urge to rewatch Catscratch because of nickelodeon scene it)

[soft-serve-soymilk]

More random head children musings (aside from the really sad one because that deserves better than a throwaway post):

Honestly I think it’s very fortunate that Dism’s team isn’t *entirely* comprised of lucid dreamers.

[widevibratobitch]

im so fucking mad at myself at my mother at her dead husband at god fucking knows what. "concentrate on yourself" well i cant can i. now more than anything i should and i cant. losing my fucking mind istg

[disdaidal]

I don't want to brag or sound too optimistic about it, but after three weeks of training at a private college, I think my lessons with this one particular immigrant student (who has serious motivational problems lemme tell ya) are finally starting to get through and there's been improvement.

Only slight improvement so far but I have spotted some, so maybe not all hope is lost yet.

Remains to be seen I guess.

[taegularities]

Is cmi going to continue?🥹

hi there!! i really want it to, but it depends a lot on you guys, too 🥺 so far it's not going too bad or super great, but i also don't wanna say or decide anything yet – i'll wait a lil, since it's a long chapter and it might take people some time to get through it!! will see how things are in a week or so. in any case, support it a lot, loves. i do mean it when i say you can absolutely spam me.. definitely don't wanna abandon them <3

[boomerang109]

one thing that sucks about theatre is that it literally is built around people coming to see it so no matter how good a production is, if there wasn’t good advertisement beforehand, it isn’t nearly as satisfying

[itsalwaysdark]

and also it doesnt even matter if i miraculously get a job tmrw bc we don't have a car . and im too out of shape to walk anywhere bc everything is far away . so i genuinely dont jnow what to do

[interiorlulus]

I've managed to avoid going to see my maternal grandparents in France but at what cost (deep, profound shame).

[pearlymel]

"Do i look like i can work right now?"

Summery : he's needy for you and he's not afraid to show it <3

wc : 2k

Warnings : NSFW, fem!reader, ōral (f! recieving), bit of dry humping, making out, protected sex. Petnames used (honey, love, sweetheart.) No plot.

He was so done for.

Zayne exhaled shakily against your neck, his hands squeezing firmly at the dip of your waist for stability. He sounded needy, he looked needy, it's taking everything in him to not rip your nightgown off.

"You should be resting, but you occupy my every thought." He uttered in a hushed tone, but made no real effort to take you off his lap, instead pulling you even closer using his knee and burying his face on your chest.

"You're practically latched on me, Zayne." The words just rolled off your tongue it was almost infuriating.

Zayne wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you firmly on his lap as the chair kept rocking back and forth with your combined weight. His other hand traveled up your back, up to your shoulder and neck, pulling you further down so he could nip at your collarbone with a sharp canine.

"You're one to talk, sweetheart. You're not being very cooperative with being treated properly, always gambling your life away—" he sounded frustrated, the last few words coming out in a low grumble.

You ignore his words, instead bringing your hand to playfully pinch at his earlobe before whispering, "is this how you usually treat your patients, doctor?"

"This is..." Unprofessional, he almost said, he knew well there wasn't anything professional about how he was acting with you at the moment. "...An exception."

He then continued to litter your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his hand trailing up to find your nape, tangling his fingers into your hair, playing with the textured strands.

"Is it because I'm that special someone?"

You really have no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Zayne's teeth grazed against your pulse point lightly, his tongue darting out for a brief taste of your skin. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't very affected by you.

"My special someone," he murmured, and can't help the low gasp that escapes his throat when you start rolling your hips against his, feeling himself going dizzy.

"M-my love," he protested weakly, a visible growing tent forming in his bathrobe, making it harder for him to stop himself from pulling you harder against his lap.

He grabbed you by the thighs and leaned back into the backrest, giving you less space to move but a better angle to straddle him instead. "Don't stop," you whisper next to his ear while you try to continue pushing yourself further into him that he had to suppress a moan.

Zayne was sensitive man, being pent up most of the time, so touch straved. "You're a terrible patient, you know that? Insatiable." He managed to get out.

"I'm a different kind of patient," you hum, trailing your fingertips along his visible bare skin of his chest.

He was going to combust if you didn't stop touching him like that.

"You're dangerous." he almost whimpered, his hands moving back to grip your hips, as if to steady them on his lap, but it took every ounce of his willpower not to grind them against his crotch.

God was he done, Zayne finally wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you back down for a crushing kiss. It was less of a kiss and more of a possessive mark, hungry and rough.

He wanted you, needed you, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue delved into your mouth with a greedy swipe, tasting you, as if he was drowning in you and the only thing keeping him alive was your kiss alone.

His breathing grew erratic as his hands slid down from your hips, grabbing the backs of your thighs and squeezing at the flesh, pressing you more firmly against his lap so his obvious hardened cock was rubbing between your legs.

Your sounds were unforgettable, Zayne could never forget them, the gasps and small whimpers of pleasure. He was already gone.

"Goddamn it..." he cursed hoarsely against your mouth, his hands clenching tighter under your thighs, guiding your motions on his lap before bucking up roughly, letting out a quiet groan of his own in the process.

"such a foul mouth, doctor,"

"Don't push it," he grumbled, lifting you up to his waist, "Push it?" You ask while wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you to his room, and upon the realization, tap on his shoulder, "wasn't i supposed to rest—"

"That doesn't mean you can't rest after, does it?" he responded, moving over to the edge of the bed before slowly lowering you down onto the sheets, his body caging you in between his arms and legs, his form hovering over you.

He wasted no time sliding his hand underneath your silky nightgown to feel your skin, pulling the fabric above your head, guiding your arms up.

Zayne was a weak, weak man. Weak for seeing you like this, glossy eyes, lips slightly swollen from his kiss and the way your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. Just being able to see you like this alone was a privilege.

He let his hands roam over the curve of your stomach, "so pretty," he muttered, his eyes raking over your form.

He leaned down to graze your neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses, his lips lingering and nipping the skin, he then slowly traveled down your collarbone and to the valley of your chest, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra the entire time.

"Lift your hips." he commanded quietly, sending a shiver down your spine and heat pooling down as you obliged to his words.

The last thing on you, and Zayne was pulling the fabric out from underneath you, throwing the bra somewhere on the floor, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over your soft mounds, "I'm never getting tired of this view." he whispered breathlessly, Upon holding your wrists down and claiming your lips again, it was impossible to not be sent into the next cardiac arrest.

Well good think your doctor is always here to tend to you.

"I've.. missed you,"

How was he supposed to hold back when you sounded like that? Your voice coming out in a low, needy whisper that drove him over the edge.

"You need me." he groaned, releasing your wrists so both his hands could run down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before giving the fabric a tug. He reached over, grabbing one of your legs and hooking your knee over his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, He continued to make a trail kisses up your thigh until he reached right infront of your wet folds.

Zayne looked up when your hand came in contact with his hair while letting out a shuddering breath and a whisper of his name, your gazes heated as he moved his head further down to your core, using one hand to keep your thigh pinned over his shoulder before his eyes fixated on your clit, leaning down to kiss it.

You gasp. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, before he began to suck on your clit, his fingers trailing up to play with your hardened nipples, rolling and pinching them gently with his thumb and forefinger. He hummed when you start squirming, his tongue skillfully flicking and rolling around the bundle of nerves, Zayne didn't stop at just your clit, though.

He trailed his tongue lower, teasing your entrance, and you couldn't help but tug at his hair, hips coming to slowly grind against his face. "Stay still, you're doing well," he praised, his voice low and soft, you best know he's trying so hard not to rut against the mattress from how achy he felt. His tongue sliding in and out, coating it with your arousal. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building up inside you.

And you think you might pass out when he starts sucking down. It was hard to stay still when you're so close to orgasm, that it was making your head blank, eyes half-lidded and heavy breaths coming out of your lips as you arch your back when you taste the sweet pleasure of your release.

Zayne lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips appreciatively and giving your stomach a few fluttering kisses. "You okay there, honey?" He asked in a low, hoarse voice as he watched how your eyes were still half lidded, and how your draped your arm over your face.

You only nod in return, letting out a low "Mhm,"

He couldn't wait until he was on his knees positioned between your legs, throwing his bathrobe off from his body before reaching down to his painfully hard cock, stroking once, twice, and he had to stop himself because he could most definitely jerk off just by looking at your face, especially when you're naked like this.

Zayne swallowed thickly, shaking his head to himself from any other thoughts before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom, tearing it between his teeth then rolling it on himself, making sure it was on securely before moving between your legs.

He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, staring into your eyes, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. You nodded, your eyes still heavy with need, and he slowly pushed into you, his cock filling you up inch by inch.

Your jaw hanged, your body adjusting to him, your walls gripping his shaft. He continued to thrust in slowly, "you're the only thing..." He panted breathlessly into your neck, "the only thing i need in my life—" and he continued to rock against you with his thrusts slow and deep.

Zayne was taking his time now, slowly and with intent, he wanted to show you how much this moment means to him, how much you mean to him, how everytime you both have sex, it would feel like the first time every single time.

He lifted his head so that he could look at your face more clearly, his hands running over your sides, tracing the curves and the softness of your body, his fingers touching your skin as if to burn the feel of you into his memory.

His hand then trailed to your left wrist, taking your hand into his to interlace your fingers together, while his thumb brushed over the empty spot on your ring finger.

He internally cursed at himself for not getting you that ring he saw when he was on the way to the hospital. The beautiful gem resting on the window display, calling for him even.

Why didn't he just get it so he could make sure no one would ever look your way when they get the hint of the shiny ring sitting at your left ring finger?

Zayne then picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, your voice growing louder, accompanied by his frustrated grunts.

He could feel himself getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, "Come on, my love," he urged you desperately, "a-ah, Zayne—!" With a loud moan, you came, your body shaking and your legs convulsing around his waist.

He followed right after, slamming deep into you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with his hot seed. He held you close, both of your breathings heavy, taking a moment to hold you both close before slowly pulling out to dispose of the condom.

"Still have enough energy for cuddles?"

"Mm, I'd want nothing more than cuddles right now."

A smile formed on his face at your words, gently shifting himself back on the bed so that he was beside you, pulling you into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around you, and he let out a content sigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, his head in the crook of your neck again, inhaling the scent of you, and he realized that he could stay like this forever. "Just a bit more before i clean both of us up.."