#but I needed it off my chest because I am just. listen I understand he'll never leave the anime

[ginevrapng]

Please ignore this if you don’t write from him! But can we get some Harry content, where’s he’s frustrated and only the reader can relax him. Or just any content with him! Your work is beautiful 🩷🩷

i'm glad you like my work and i hope you like this! <;33

"harry, are you in?" you unlock the door to harry's flat with your key and go to find your boyfriend. you had loose plans today where he'll meet you after you've finished work and you'll go food shopping but he never turned up. when you find him he's sitting on the sofa, his shoulders are tense and he's hunched over. it seems like he hasn't heard you too caught up in his own thoughts.

you repeat yourself, trying to get harry's attention. harry jumps at your voice, looks at you and forces a smile. "hey, are you okay? you didn't come with me shopping," you say softly and concerned.

harry's body tenses up even more, "i'm so sorry, i completely forgot," he says quietly and sighs, turning back to the front and looking down at the desk.

you nod your head even though he's not looking at you anymore. you walk over to him so you're standing at the back of the sofa and peering other his shoulder. "what'cha looking at?"

"work," you hear him mumble but you catch the angry undertones.

you frown and your eyebrows furrow, you kiss the back of his head and start rubbing his shoulders, massaging them. "are they overworking you again?" you say and this time it's harry who can detect the annoyance directed at his bosses in your tone.

he makes a sound of conformation and then says, "ron and hermione have all been talking to me today about it and it's honestly it's just pissed me off. they kept saying they understand because they get overworked too but they don't the bosses love them and they get special treatment. i just kept getting more annoyed. to top it all off ginny messaged me about an hour asking if i was okay and if i needed anything let me know, i don't need anything, i can handle all of this on my own, i don't need any help, especially from my ex." he rushes out quickly in one breath frustrated and putting his head in his hands.

"harry love, look at me." you say gently and play with his hair. he keeps looking down with his head in his hands. "please," you whisper and he swivels around to look at you. his body warms up as he looks at you and he sees your expression, one of concern but mainly sadness from the situation. he doesn't detect any pity like he thinks all of his friends had, even if they didn't have that expression, he thinks they did.

"please don't overwork yourself, it really worries me. especially with how annoyed you sound with ron, hermione and ginny, they had good intentions baby." harry stays quiet listening to you speak. "i love you so much and i want you to be happy-"

this is where harry interrupts you, "i am happy, i have you."

"i want you to be happy AND healthy. you can't do that if you don't look after yourself."

harry relaxes slightly in your hold and you kiss his cheek. after you kiss his cheek he seems to get more comfortable and doesn't seem as stressed.

"i'm going to cook dinner baby, your favourite, and then we can have an early night." you tell him squeezing his shoulders and going to leave.

harry grabs hold of hand from behind before you can leave his grasp, "i really need to work." he sounds defeated at this point.

"no you don't love, you need food and then you can do what you need to do tomorrow," you say delicately but sounding more firm than you have been previously. "come help me cook," you pull his hand signalling that you want him to follow you into the kitchen.

harry watches you cooking and smiles to himself, you're humming a tune and occasionally look over to him and smiles back. he thinks about how lucky he is to have someone who cares about him so much. "i love you."

you stop what you were doing and go over to harry. you hug him and rest your head on his chest before looking up at him, "i love you too harry, so much." harry grins and he wraps his arms around your waist, perfectly content to be spending the night with you not thinking about work at all.

[satoruhour]

🐇 hi t!!! i currently have this brainrot and i don't know who else but to share it and i thought HEYYYY what if i share this to one of my favorite satoru writers hdjfhdkdhdj don't mind me but omfg i've been listening to i know from travis scott's new album and i couldn't stop thinking about angsty(?) fucking with satoru, him cutting off the friends w benefits set up with you because he's scared of confronting his feelings with falling in love with you and he thinks he'll hurt you because he scared of the unfamiliarity of love to him,,,, but he's so into you, the way you momentarily stare into him after you pull away from a heated kiss, the way you wrap your fingers and hold his hands when you slowly grind on his cock, the way you look into his eyes with clouded lust when he's gripping your hips as he bullies his cock into you, the way you hold onto his wrists when he fucks his fingers and plays with your clit tenderly while he has your back on his pounding chest.........he just can't forget you and the chemistry so he pulls up at your residence, knocking at your door at 2 am intoxicated and high, and he's aware he isn't supposed to do this anymore but satoru always knows you'll be opening up the door for him and him only like his good girl with nothing under your velvet babydoll dress you'd always wear when he's around........he always finds a way to make you cry and begging in bed but this time it's different when it's you feigning hurt with the way he cut things off and left you, reminding him “you're just drunk right now,” or “it's just the drugs, satoru...” while he holds your leg onto his broad shoulders and his right hand rubbing your clit while he pumps his cock inside your warm pussy but he softly chuckles at your protests, his tongue licking your neck before he comes closer to your face, his thrusts slowing down as his eyes glances at your lips before settling his blue eyes on your low lidded eyes, telling you “i know baby, i know,” then kisses you momentarily just for him to bite your lower lip tenderly. he looks back at you, you practically have heart eyes all over, all dumbed down with the way he fucks you, a constant reminder that he has you wrapped around his fingers and he can't help but to bite his lip back,,,,,, he isn't yours, but he knows at the back of his mind that you're always his.

PROTECTED VULNERABILITY / STUBBORN HEART

a/n: anon ur MIND ! i need to tell u i had fwb gojo in my drafts 4 the longest time but i never continued. but also i cant tell if i like this or not, i hope i didnt disappoint u anon 😭 also i couldn’t handle the angst so i made reader also want gojo, but written not so obviously as him! cant put my baby thru all that and also ! i may have missed the angsty fucking part so it’s just gojo pining like an idiot

wc: 6.6k

warnings: fwb!gojo, gojo is crazy over u, dom!gojo but hints of whiny gojo, m! masturbation, oral (f and m receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, fingering, praise, pet names, reader and gojo are both high in the last scene, finger sucking, face-fucking, deepthroating, tongue-fucking, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie / breeding kink, multiple rounds, ambiguous ending, n*sfw under the cut

gojo never liked to feel vulnerable.

he understands it fully when he’s got you on top of him for the first time, staring down at him, unaware he’s one of the strongest people in his line of work. you’re unknowingly setting every part of him ablaze, caged in like your body’s a branding iron and he traces over the crescent marks and the lines you made later in the bathroom.

gojo doesn’t recover after that, pondering over this vulnerability which only you could make him feel — the lilt in your voice, the softness of your eyes — it felt almost like it was just for him. his delusions don’t escape him, and rather it only grows worse each time he meets you. 

vulnerability was a state of exposure, like the way his skin singes under the sun or the unfamiliar feeling of infinity being turned off. it was like standing bare like venus in her birth, eyes forcefully turned onto her while on her scallop shell. it was like sitting on the steps of jujutsu high and getting a ridiculous question of why he didn’t chase after his best friend.

it was like turning his head to meet your sleeping form, calm and undisturbed in the late morning while he wishes you’d turn into a curse, bare your teeth at him and give him a reason to just flee. gojo felt so vulnerable he wanted to do anything but be here. he knows it all too well when it claws at his throat and makes his head spin. it takes the breath out of him and sends tremors through his fingertips. they’re just some of the uncomfortable feelings satoru braces himself for before he’s interrupted by your fingers unzipping his pants, and he loses himself to your skillful hands.

“baby— c’mon,” gojo laughs, tugging lightly on your hair that you moan, and you’re making quick work of his uniform, tugging it off and coming face to face with his bulge. it’s been plaguing him since the mission earlier, but with a quick call to you, you’re quick to show up in a t-shirt and pants, crashing his lips onto yours right at the door.

“okay, i’ll stop teasin’.” your sly smile told gojo everything he needed to know, a shaky breath leaving him when his cock finally leaves the confines of his underwear. his eyes can’t look away from the way your manicured nails wrap around his length as you’re circling your tongue around his tip. you pull him in with just your stare, collecting his pre-cum before you spit on his dick, taking him slowly.

satoru’s head falls back against his sofa, but it’s not for long when he knows you taking his cock down your throat is the hottest thing he’s witnessed. sure, he’s gotten blowjobs before, and he’s moaning as he is but gojo never quite feels the rush of adrenaline throughout his whole body, never the shortness of breath that catches in his lungs.

“love your cock in my mouth, gojo— mhm…” he’s hoping you can pick up on the fact that he does not want you to say that, because it makes everything harder for him, a high-pitched yelp leaving him when you start to suck on his balls, hand still pumping his shaft and you love the way gojo’s hips buck into the air, juices pooling in your panties.

everything feels just right when you bring his hands to your head and get almost all of him into your mouth, nose buried in his pubes and taking in the musky scent of his body — gojo lets out a drawn out whine when he lets himself loose and your eyes are rolling back further and further into your head as the hours pass. his hands are so large on you it drives you crazy as well as it does to the other when you’re twining your fingers with his while you sink down on him, when he squeezes your hand when he’s about to cum. your giggles are muffled by the kisses you share in the late night, unknowingly giving into your questions about him.

the next day is blurry as gojo finds himself handing his card over, in a haze since the previous night, the only thing standing crystal clear was the cutest babydoll dress hanging on a rack.

so the next time you meet, he’s passing you the gift with a whisper in your ear that he expects you to wear it every time he’s around and you have half a mind to smack him on the arm. i’m not like you! reusing outfits and stinking them up! gojo only laughs hard before your snarky remarks are swallowed by the sorcerer, soft moans and pants weaselling out from your lips while you let him use you in a changing room; he doesn’t tell you how your sounds make him dizzy.

in between you’re accepting his calls with a cheery voice, sticking through to your babydoll dress promises. a culmination of feelings building up until gojo truly feels like he can’t breathe — he manages each time which makes even him impressed with himself. but then you’re meeting his kiss halfway when he’s rubbing at your clit gently from below you, drawing out the most lewd sounds from you, the buzzing feeling of your body against him — it’s too much for gojo sometimes.

and the last, before gojo satoru is finally stripped down to his core and that recurring impulse to push people away starts bubbling up again, and yet he tries to find an excuse each time to even catch a glance at you. he knows despite his inability to admit it to himself.

he knows this like he knows many things — the ins and outs of his technique, what food megumi liked, your favourite fruit — but not even the sweetness of an Amaou could convince him of the very feelings he’s swallowed and buried under the very soil he wishes to grow strawberries from. at least he knows he’s fucked.

but the knowing halts when it comes to when? was it when you’re no longer rushing to leave his place after hookups? was it when he sees traces of you in his home? was it when he’s handing over his card to pay for a dress he wasn’t even sure was in your size?

your whisper of his name brings him back, and his bright eyes seem to lighten just a little; in it you can see the crash of the oceans and the scent of it. gojo smells like that — saltiness tinged with caramel and sweetness, scent lingering in and around you whenever you’re not with him. you’ve been making new discoveries about him ever since, even more so today when your heart pounds with the way his hands are on you, feeling a little foreign from how long he hasn’t contacted you.

“are you alright?” you mumble, hips halting at the stupor gojo seemed to be in, until he silently nods, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth and lifting you off of him. it confuses you a little before he settles you on his chest and you shiver at the vibration of his chest.

“spread your legs, baby,” you sigh when his hands trace over your thighs, the coldness of his hands against the warmth of your thighs feeling so good, even more so when he coos in your ear at just how wet you are, drawing languid circles around your clit. “so wet, hm?” you hum whilst turning your head to face him, eyes flitting straight down to his lips when he licks them.

“just f’r you, pretty boy,” your giggles are consumed by gojo’s eager lips, meeting yours halfway in a rough kiss as he starts to rub at your bundle of nerves. even your moans are swallowed, muffled by gojo’s own needy ones before your hands fly up to clutch at his.

“g-gojo! f— fuckkk…” at this point, you’ve completely succumbed to the man behind you, body limp to his ministrations; they’re relentless even when your hands hold his wrist captive. 

“right there?” gojo chuckles into your ear, hot breath fanning across your ear. it trails into giggles when a drawn out yeahh… makes its way out of you, “my good lil girl.”

you preen at the praise you’ve heard multiple times before, but for some reason your heart only

jumps at gojo’s words no matter how you look at it. with his other hand, he’s positioning it at your entrance, slipping in his finger with a groan that reverberates through his toned chest. there’s moans and whines exchanged, the musky scent of sex flooding every corner.

before long, a second finger joins his first, eyes locked on the way your drooling cunt sucks him in easily while your juices coat his palm, a glistening, filthy sight as he sets a pace. gojo laughs again when your other wandering hand wraps around his wrist, too.

“s’too full,” you whimper, head thrown back across his shoulder, thinking your tightly clenched hands did any work, but if anything, it only spurs him on further. the abuse on your core is endless, feeling with a shiver down your back, the lazy circles on your cli  and the spread of his hand widening to fit more of his fingers in you.

“you’ve taken my cock before, darlin’, you can do it.” satoru coats your shoulders and neck with kisses, that lone sentence making it clear to him he wants you more than just this one time. he wants this over and over until you’re crying and the sheets are soaked, until he’s made so many cups of morning coffee for you that he can’t count them on one hand. there’s a brief falter in his movements when he realises this, an uncomfortable stifled gulp until you’re whining into his ears, hands beckoning him to continue and he brushes it away like he always does.

you’re cumming easily with the arch of your back, but gojo is still in a daze about your life together. maybe you’d gift him a box of kikufuku when he’s back from trips, maybe you’d patch him up after a difficult mission even if you didn’t know what his job entailed. there was too many maybe’s, something gojo wasn’t willing to bet on. for now, he’d focus on the way—

—the way moans lingered on your lips when you came as your body reacted so well to his fingers, clutching on his lanky frame while he pumped you full. he watches when your eyes roll back and your neck reveals itself and he laughs into it, telling you how he’s the only one to make you feel this good and you’re nodding frantically.

gojo’s heart warms at that while his throat dries and it’s like he loses confidence and he feels like a virgin all over again — so blessed to have you under him while he’s suddenly hyper aware of how your cunt feels around him. it’s divine, you’re divine; he stifles a small confession and masks it with a cry. a cry that was of pure desire which couldn’t be expressed, and he blinks away the tears before they could come because you feel too damn good; and if he looks at you one second more he would confess everything.

“you okay?” gojo brushes the sweaty hairs that stick to your forehead, getting a blissful smile from you afterwards while you merely pull him down for a kiss and satoru feels bile creep up in his throat at the tenderness which you connect your lips to him. you’re leading the kiss so slowly and sweetly he wonders if you ever prefer his lips over your Amaou strawberries.

“’m okay, gojo.” the last name is reminiscent of the stagnant distance between you, “are you?”

satoru sniffles just a bit and nods, “y-yeah. let me go get a rag, ’kay?”

you don’t answer after because of your fatigue, merely letting him slip away from your fingers while you calm your heartbeat, rather settling for his scent on the bedsheets and you ignore the redness of his eyes, letting him take care of you as the night falls into an uncharacteristic quiet.

words are difficult in this arrangement after the rules have been set. we’re here to fuck, not to solve each other’s problems, and you’re giving him a curt nod and a sultry smile before you taste gojo satoru for the first time. it has been like that since then, although gojo has been more silent than usual, but words—

words are difficult, and so you leave it be with a deep sigh and a dreamless slumber, not aware of the other.

it’s when the rush of water hits the pail, gojo realises he can’t carry on much longer, of the pull you have on him, on the chemistry, the words dying on his lips when he sees you already passed out. with a gentle hand he glides the rag over you, careful not to wake you, and it’s getting difficult separating love from lust when he’s wiping you down so gently like this.

gojo is gone when you awaken, his side of the bed cold that signals to you he’s been gone for a few hours now, and you’re hoping to get a greeting of him posing beside mochi, or a trinket from a neighbouring district. his work made him travel a lot, you heard, but the specifics are a hushed topic — he wasn’t yours to know intimately anyway.

you’re halfway changing into a babydoll dress he got you, the material sleek and comfortable enough to be worn at home, glancing at the phone with one arm in the arm hole. you frown.

[11:12, gojo satoru]: hey. i think we should stop this thing we have goin on

gojo’s fingers regret the very moment he’s sent it, because you do nothing but type and stop and linger online. he makes it worse with a second message, and multiple more.

[11:14, gojo satoru]: i have uh… a work thing that might interfere with this. 

i’m sorry y/n, you were.. great. i loved every second i spent…|

he let his feelings run and accidentally clicks ‘send’ and panics, unsending it almost instantly. he has to catch a breath before he types it out again.

[11:15, gojo satoru]: i’m sorry (y/n), you were.. great. thank you for the arrangement fr

had a lot of fun while it lasted, also sorry i used all ur face wash hehehe ~

gojo groans into his hands at the way he easily reverts back to his playful disposition, a coping mechanism he’s picked up since high school and he hates how he already misses how he was with you.

“what the fuck are you moaning about now?” shoko asks, obviously irritatedly as she dissects another transfigured human, and her private time on studying the oddness of the disfigured curse is undoubtedly ruined by her friend’s incessant groaning.

the sorcerer is spread out on one of the seats in the morgue, “nothin’.”

“is it that friends with benefits thing you have going on?” he rolls his eyes behind the blindfold. years of dissecting people probably granted shoko with the ability to see through people, both literally and figuratively. gojo simply waves a hand and takes his leave, phone already on do not disturb to avoid seeing your reply. that’s the first time shoko catches onto his inner turmoil, the tear between wanting to protect his heart and the desperation to let someone in.

[11:20, delivered]: oh

but you know when it’s started for him. you think it was the moment you’d seen the change in gojo’s eyes. there wasn’t just carnal need for you, not just lust. amongst little specks of darkened azure you can see the softer hues of baby and lapis; but what do you know, right?

those same eyes stare back at you in the profile picture he set after a drunken night together. you reply with the only thing you can manage as you try to convince yourself it’s what you want. 

[11:21, delivered]: oh okay

you feel like a schoolgirl throwing a tantrum again, the pounding in your heart reaching your ears like a droning drum and you feel like you cannot breathe. your pillows are the victim of your unfiltered scream, paired with multiple profanities until you’re left with no more fire in you. gojo satoru had taken all of the heat with him.

that was friday; on sunday there’s a notification at the end of the week that tells you your screen time went up by 9%.

nanami and shoko were never one to reject a drinking night on a monday, sharing an unsaid (and reluctant) conclusion that maybe they should bring gojo along even if he’s only going to be sipping on apple cider. but while usually gojo is boasting about his terrible alcohol tolerance, tonight he’s buried in an arm he wishes was your neck, the burn of the whiskey nanami begged him not to drink reminding him of your touch.

“thousand yen and a new dissection set for when gojo goes back to his friend with benefits within one week.”

“ah, when, not if? you seem pretty confident,” nanami comments from across the table in the fairly busy bar, leaning back with an unreadable expression upon his face.

shoko only shrugs, “something tells me he’s definitely moping in his—”

“can we please stop talking about me like i’m not in the middle?” his words are muffled by the dark blue uniform he dons, white hair looking strangely duller as he tries to get some shuteye in a damn bar; foolish enough to lose sleep over you that he’s been messing up on missions. even nanami was surprised to be assigned to harder missions upon learning about gojo’s mishaps.

his grumbles fall on deaf ears, the clink of their glasses only highlighting satoru’s torment, the mediocre performance of the band on stage only adding to the headache that was forming — and it’s not long before gojo loses all senses. he has to be lugged out of the bar by nanami as shoko just grins, still as fresh as she arrived as she shouts a good luck! and the stoic sorcerer is left to deal with his senior. by now, gojo has already talked his ear off while he decides what to do with the lanky man, a call to ijichi halted when the strongest sorcerer starts to mumble out incoherent words.

“she’sss… she’s so beautiful i— i don’t… nanaminnn i don’t know what to fuckin’ do,” gojo mumbles into the lapels of the other’s suit. “i feel like i might— i wanna die whenever i’m with her because…”

gojo sniffles. he’s driven to tears easily, the liquor in him intensifying anything and everything. his last confessions are slurred, albeit softly. “i can’t breathe around her.”

there’s a tense silence that circles them for a few minutes, nanami considering his next words carefully even with the soft whispers of your name leaving his lips, and then, there’s also the awkward hard-on nanami can feel on his thigh and he’s trying so hard not to wince — at least gojo’s pants were darker in colour. he can only muster sighs when people on the sidewalk give him looks.

“gojo. i’m not a stranger to your… tendencies,” nanami’s voice cuts through harshly, thinking that his senior may be napping, but he’s surprised to hear a hum leaving his throat, “but you’ve been lacking. in missions, in teaching. it’s never this bad.”

monday. it’s monday and it’s been three days since he broke it off. all it takes is some whiskey and nanami kento to break you down, but he doesn’t say anything after, standing in silence with him until the alcohol wears off just a little more and the sorcerer’s able to gather his cursed energy to teleport. but all gojo can sense in his home are the residuals of your cursed energy. it stings his nose like an odour, something he should be repulsed by, like the pungent smell of copper after visiting shoko or the strong tang of the fermented tofu you’ve tried making for him.

weirdly it only makes the ache in his pants worse when the cursed energy fills his head and messes with his; it reminds him of when you’d be too impatient to make it to the bedroom, letting gojo take you on the couch, to the ride of his shirt up your hips when you first wake up. plopping onto the sofa, he almost succumbs to sleep, alcohol breath and all, but manages to flip himself over, fingers stumbling over his zipper.

your name is the first thing that leaves his mouth as he palms his bulge, soft grunts sounded out in the quietness of his house. his head digs far into the couch as he focuses on you atop him working your magic, grinding onto his front like a tease with your hands on his chest. he removes his underwear with a sigh, hand immediately starting to stroke himself.

“oh— shit, y-yeah,” satoru has no restraint, no decorum, whines filling the room while the slick noises of his fist increase in volume. he thinks of every bit of your body moving against him, water against rock, icarus against the sun.

gojo squeezes his shaft and remembers all the times you’ve wrapped your own hand around him, nails newly done and paid from his pocket as the baby blues move up and down his dick. he rubs a thumb around his tip, and the way his tip leaks pre-cum is almost sinful.

“baby, oh fuckk—” his head pounds from the bright light and the alcohol, and the way his eyes are scrunched tight. “you feel so fuckin’ good.”

satoru’s hips are lifting off his sofa, humping into thin air while his hands speed up, and he’s close, getting some notification from nanami which draws his attention to the wallpaper he set of you: sheets dangerously low on your chest, eyes resting from the long night. it makes him sob out your name because you don’t know what you do to him, until.

until gojo reaches an unsatisfying peak, a cry on his lips and spurts of his cum staining his hand, but it feels nothing like you. the liquid’s spread across his hand like hot water, the guilt burning his body before he chucks his phone to the side and prays to any god that they would have mercy on him.

a gasp is heard. your figure shows itself through the babydoll dress, looking stunning as always with your doe eyes. he knew you’d always open the door.

“gojo.”

alcohol is prevalent on the man standing across from you, and you’re partially surprised to see him in front of you after just one week calling your whole arrangement off — somewhere, someone you don’t know is gifting another unknown person a new dissection set with a mere ¥1000 bill on it. something tugs at your heart at his flushed face and messy hair, maybe it was your feelings, maybe it was the wine you drank before this. you also take note of the unbuttoned dress shirt he’s got on, the wrinkles and dishevelled state of it driving you a little insane.

“baby…” gojo smiles like it was a late night drinking with the boys and it was you welcoming him home, but it’s different when you’ve fucked and received kisses like he loves you, all while he’s standing at the corridor of your apartment building. you’re hoping he’s only a figment of your imagination, because you’ve banished him from your mind since last week. oh well, you tried anyways.

“what. do you want?” there’s a slight buzz from the wine you drank, amplified when he slowly makes his way into the familiar space.

“you—” the other hiccups, and he has to keep a hand on the doorframe from collapsing. if he’s strong enough to do that, you think he’s probably one drink in, bordering on the line of being high and slowly descending into drunkenness. in his hand there’s a bottle of apple cider to quell the alcohol; you stifle a smile.

“i’m not the one who called it off.” you hold your ground, not even noticing the attachment you have with the velvet on your body, feeling satoru’s fingers play with the soft fabric of its hem.

“and yet you— you wear this dress like it’s your underwear, always opening the door f’r me a-and… fuck,” it comes out softly upon feeling up your thighs and settling on your ass cheeks, void of any panties. he gives it a good squeeze and a small whimper leaves you, forced to cosy up to his chest when you stumble forward.

“you’re just drunk right now, gojo, sayin’ shit like that…” you trail off, finding any excuse to not open up the scab on your heart again, pushing at his chest like you didn’t want to taste the rum on him, like you didn’t want his body on yours and taint him with sauvignon.

gojo proves you wrong over and over again at how he’s got your dress flipped up later, neck bent up to accommodate his tall stature while you’re supporting yourself on the flimsy shoe rack as he pulls your body flush against him and toes off his shoes — he’s skilled at multitasking like that.

“need to be inside you, baby,” he groans, fingers fumbling with the dress he bought and he almost cums just from feeling up your body, “but first.”

you’re swept off the floor and your hands are quick to wrap around his neck, following the route to your bedroom like he’s done many times before. this time, there’s a different kind of thrill, looking down at your hazy eyes as you’re both intoxicated on liquor. it’s different from the time he took the current picture of his contact in your phone (you hadn’t deleted his number), it’s different from every other day.

“gojo…” is all you can muster when he plops you down a little roughly on the bed, and you have the privilege of seeing him strip out of the button down shirt, forearms flexing against the shirt as he reveals his toned body bit by bit. you can’t help but refuse to lose, legs spreading just a little to show him all the wetness you’ve gotten just from kissing him.

“angel,” he looks a little starstruck by the sheen of your pussy, swallowing until he’s finally out of his shirt, “you look fuckin’ beautiful.”

your small smile tells him you already know that (“pretty girl, takin’ me so well like this.” a whisper into your ear in that changing room) like you know how you’re probably the only one to get him like this: panting, mouth parted, cock aching to be in you — you’re just better at hiding your own.

wordlessly, you swipe two fingers along your folds, collecting your slick before they come to rest upon his lips, taking it into his mouth willingly. they swirl around your digits and he hums at the taste, divine as always, teeth scraping your skin when you easily unbuckle his pants and peel the underwear off of him.

“can i call you satoru?”

you don’t even have to fucking ask, he wishes to say but all he answers with is a shaky “yes”, and he never wants anything to do with the gojo clan any more. if you asked him to quit being a sorcerer, he would, because all he wants to be associated with is satoru and the cadence of it falling from your lips.

even one week was too much for you, so you’re quick to get to your knees, going straight to putting his fat cock in your mouth. the moan gojo lets out is straight pornographic, and he’s missed this as much as you did, knowing nothing could compare to his hand when your mouth was second to your cunt. lovingly, his hand caresses one side of your cheek, filled to the brim with his length.

“so fuckin’ warm, holy fuck—” bobbing your head, you keep a steady hand on his thighs, because with one look to him, he’s whimpering out, hands loosely tangling in your hair. you moan as his hips start to buck into your mouth, and with a small nod from you, the hands on your head tightens before he starts to thrust into your cavern, bringing you down to his pelvis ever so slightly.

there’s guttural sounds coming from the back of your throat as you deepthroat him, eyes brimming with tears before he lets up. his thrusts don’t stop, though, and he fucks your mouth like an animal, lewd noises flooding the room as drool falls from your mouth. you’re moaning as you play with yourself, the vibrations causing the other’s hips to stutter.

“g’nna c—” it’s a shame how fast gojo cums, but it’s only fair because of the way your mouth feels on him, tongue flexing against the underside of his shaft every time his cock disappears into you and he’s shooting hot liquid down your throat after, unloading into your throat as you swallow easily. you’re used to the bitter taste by now.

“s’big,” you giggle, naturally taking over as your hands squeeze out the last bits of cum from his cock, and the way it drips onto your tongue is orgasmic, “love your cock s’much, satoru.”

gojo brings you up by your arms, and he has to taste himself on you first before he’s fully taking off his pants, smiling just a bit when your legs spread again and your pussy is practically begging for him. “enough of me, let’s focus on you.”

you raise an eyebrow while he’s inches away from your cunt, ignoring the rasp of his voice like it hadn’t made you shiver, “me?”

“yeah, you, my pretty lil thing.” you hardly digest what he says before his mouth engulfs your core, and you let out a deafening moan, hands closing around your bed sheets as he starts to suck on your clit. his tongue is ruthless, flicking at your nub and wrapping both arms around your thighs, tugging you into his face like he wasn’t close enough already.

“oh g-god— satoruuu…” his name falls from your lips countless times and gojo’s eyes can’t help but shift to your face at the pretty sounds that come from you, zoned in on eating you out until his chin is wet with your slick.

“look at me, princess,” gojo is taken aback from the blissed out expression on your face, but it doesn’t falter him, a resolve settling in his bones, “thaaat’s it, baby.” and you struggle to hold his stare when those familiar blues comes flooding back into his irises while his tongue doesn’t stop any of its movements, knowing your ins and outs. you can feel the fabric below you starting to soak, pussy dripping endlessly.

he gives you one last lasting look before he moves down to your entrance, tongue slipping inside while his nose nudges your clit and your hands fly to his hair. gojo hums into your cunt, affirmations of good girl mixed in with moans that send chills up your body.

“close, aren’t ya?” you roll your eyes at how he’s so confident now, sobriety coming to light a bit and rum leaving his system the moment he’s got your pussy in between his lips, but he’s not wrong because you can feel the coil in your stomach twisting and turning, hearing him groan out when he uses a free hand to stroke himself.

his tongue returns to your clit and gojo sucks hard until you’re pulling on his stark white hair, screaming out his name and profanities as you cum, leaking so much juices that it’s made a dark red spot on the inside of your dress. he laughs softly into your core before he’s back to slurping all of it up again and your legs close involuntarily; all he does is tut and spreads them again and he’s on a mission to make up to his mistake of ever thinking of leaving you.

your body is limp by your third orgasm, grasping at satoru to feel him and he takes your hand to plant kisses on them, and to tell you to wait. but that almost proves difficult for you when he’s got you all spread out like this and the quiet, dazed gojo is gone momentarily because he finally knows what he wants.

even if he had to fuck you silly and plant strawberries himself and make more coffees and open up old wounds again, gojo is going to do it all, because the call of his name is sounding more and more like heaven each time and he’s tired of burning at the side when he’s willing to fight fire with fire.

“satoru,” you whine out when gojo places your legs on his shoulder, and it gets him so much deeper in you, buried to the hilt. by now, you’re getting bent into half as he eases his cock into you with a groan, your soaking core laced with juices acting as lube.

“what is it, sweetness?” he asks breathlessly, pressing a soft kiss to your ankle and you’re mewling out again. god, he wanted you like this every minute of the day.

“f-feels s’good,” you moan out, fingers wrapped around his forearms as they grip onto your waist.

the other leans forward and you clench up at how your body folds even more, eyes hooded and soft pants leaving your lips.

“i know, baby, i know,” the glimpse to your lips is brief but you catch it as he coos, and you close the gap as satoru starts his pace, sinking into your warm pussy like it’s a drug. your lips intoxicate him more than rum ever will, slipping his tongue in you and he can’t help but nibble on your bottom lip, a grunt of how tight you are whispered against you.

as gojo continues to rut into you, your lips are continually captured by the other’s, small, sweet kisses leaving your heart beating as his eyes bore into yours before his hand reaches down to rub at your clit, sending sparks throughout your body.

the room is filled with the scent of sex paired with the squelching noises of your cunt, sucking him in so well that his hips falter and he loses his speed whilst admiring you; the you whose pupils look like they’ve morphed into hearts and your jaw remains slack from how good he rails into you.

a man whose feelings weren’t this strong wouldn’t fuck into you like this, wouldn’t make you cum thrice like you’re his baby and then fuck you nice after. a man like that won’t get up fifteen minutes earlier to boil water or swap out an old tube of face wash when it runs out.

but are you even ready? even with the undeniable pull satoru has on you, you cannot get the feeling of being thrown aside when you’ve done your part out of your chest, the weight crushing you worse than his body weight in the morning.

“s’toru! s-shit,” you whimper, legs tightening around his shoulder as your hands scramble to grab his hair, feeling already so fatigued and yet, you’re dizzy on the way gojo satoru makes you feel. satoru is no different, an immovable haze settling over his eyes when he stares and he’s so caught up in everything — your eyes, your hips, your hair splayed out below him that he’s blurting out the first thing in his mind. “i love y— this fuckin’ pussy, fuck.”

his heart is pounding, and he stops abruptly at the stifled slip-up, mouth dry when you shoot him a confused look and a small satoru? you okay?

“y— yeah.”

i couldn’t do it.

gojo gulps and he feels tears well up in his eyes. it’s weird, for all his confidence at the start begins to dwindle at such simple words that he can’t mutter out and he shakes his head, burying himself into the crook of your neck and you’re brought back into bliss when he continues, taking note of the slight turmoil he’s going through.

gojo feels like he cannot breathe when you pull him from your neck, albeit with difficulty; both your eyes flutter close as his forehead collides with yours, and he just savours this moment with (hopefully) no judgement from you. he breathes in your scent, takes in your moans in his ears as his pace slows and he angles his hips and his eyes open to meet yours again right as you both cum, pumping you full with mingling moans as you gush all over his cock.

and just like the first night, you’re drawing him in with everything — he falls harder when he sees you reluctantly ignore the tears in his eyes, knowing he didn’t want to talk about it, knowing you’d be asking about it later. with your gentle voice, your fiery touch.

gojo never liked to feel vulnerable, but at thirty he thinks it’s time for a change when you first embroiled him in this complicated arrangement of quiet, yet tumultuous feelings. he can feel the three words weigh his lips down when you’re brushing away the tears later with a sad smile, scooting yourself closer to the chest that’s doing a bad job of hiding his heartbeat.

“what’s gotten my satoru cryin’, hm?”

gojo sniffles at my, holding onto one of your hands, and he says nothing but only succumbs to your arms when you tuck him under your chin, feeling safe in your chest as you both fall into routine. silence befalls the night, a certain dread taking over him that you’d be gone by morning as his breaths even out.

but when birds sing in the morning, his heart sings louder at the sight of you reading a book beside him in an old shirt he was convinced was lost, the faint smell of toast waiting for you outside. he’s tucked into your side and his arms have naturally wrapped around your body, your own playing gently with his hair and gojo thinks not all is bad when you read between the lines of his feelings. because as much as he knew you, you knew him and his habits, his quirks, too, and there’s an unsaid rule about how—

satoru never liked to feel vulnerable.

vulnerability was a state of exposure, like the way he accidentally burns himself while cooking pancakes or feeling the heat of the coffee radiate off your cup. it was like standing bare in your shower, eyes locked onto yours while he cleans you up. it was like letting his heart be stripped away by you who peels away the layers like you do to his underwear and the hard-boiled egg on the stove and the orange in the grocery bag.

it was like loving you, even if it tears at his technique and mocks the very powers he’s perfected to be untouchable, but you’re able to permeate his barriers and neutralise his infinity with something as simple as a kiss to his forehead.

that, gojo satoru may never be able to understand, but like himself, he doesn’t need to know every single thing.

all he knows is that with the way you capture his heart, he knows freedom from your embrace is something unattainable, but he wouldn’t have it any other way — that in itself is enough for his stubborn heart.

[yanderemommabean]

Darling has a nightmare (With some JJK men as the BF <3 )

Suguru Geto- “Hey, you ok?” 

He’d be very gentle in waking you up more, rubbing his hands up and down your arms and across your shoulders as you even out your breathing. He’ll ask what the dream was about, sometimes talking about it makes it less scary, but ultimately he just wants your mind to calm down and for your heart rate to slow down. 

Will flick on the night light/led lights/ lamp and leave the light on for you to feel comfortable. 

You apologize for waking him up but he just kisses you softly and tells you to hush, that he is happy to be here to calm you down and make you feel safe. 

Very calm and understanding, isn't entirely sure how he can help but he's here for you, and will listen you every word you say to make you feel safe and less terrified.

Satoru Gojo-  “Breathe baby, it’s alright” 

He’d understand, he has his fair share of nightmares too. He’s the type to be a bit cheeky and tug you closer, stating “As your partner, it’s my job to comfort you and scare away anything that could harm you” He’d pepper kisses up and down your shoulder as he spoons you, giving you time to calm down and process everything, gently playing with your hair as he hums and listens to you talk about this and that to get your mind off of it. 

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but, I am here for you ok? For anything"

Very cuddly like a large cat, burying his face into your shoulder or chest, asking you this and that to make you smile or roll your eyes but ultimately forget what it was that scared you so badly.

Kento Nanami- “It’s alright, just listen to my voice” 

He’s the type to try and ground you, helping you to see what is real and that you were just experiencing a dream. He’ll hold you close to his chest so you can hear his heartbeat, all while he tells you that you’re safe, that he’s here for you, that he isn’t upset that you needed him for comfort because that’s his job, and he loves to know you trust him enough to turn to him. 

Asks if a stuffed animal or maybe an extra blanket would help, suggests not sleeping on your back as that for some reason makes sleep paralysis more likely, and wraps his arms around you tightly as he tries to soothe you back to sleep. 

Very practical in trying to lessen these events but don't let that make you think you bother him, he simply doesn't want you to have bad dreams, and he doesn't want you suffering. You don't bother him, and if you keep saying that he'll kiss you to shut you up !

(Hi! I hope you beans liked this! A bean requested this and it was kinda fun, I just have some writers block so it was hard to force out lol -Mommabean )

[panpanghost]

Part 4 of this (I'm sorry, idk what I'm doing but so many people are interested in this and I'm trying to give you a proper au.)

So the crown was made by dark magic and making the curse required the sacrifice of an entire... kingdom... Would taking it off also require a sacrifice?

There's also something off about the translation, how come it doesn't say how to do the spell or undo it? Where is the rest of this? Maybe I can find something in the celestial realm, but I can't leave Moonpie alone here. They might return to take him and he can't protect himself... Maybe I can get MK to watch over him-

_"Wukong! Showers!" Macaque called from the hot bath tub, it's like a little swimming pool or a jacuzzi, being king is great.

_"Coming!" Wukong loves this. He can't wait to have Macaque wash his hair and untangle all the knots.

After Macaque lost his memories they shower together almost everyday. Sure, when Macaque first walked in on him in the showers he almost had a heart attack, but now that he's gotten used to it like before, it's so great and relaxing. To most creatures it's considered rude or invasion of privacy, but not to monkeys, they do that to show their bonds and love to each other. No one understands that, only Macaque does.

_"Where have you been? Get in." Macaque said already sitting in the water.

_"Sorry about that, little ones were having a fight." Wukong says undressing,

_"Again? These guys create trouble when there's none."

_"I know, right?" Wukong said relaxing in the warm water,

_"Don't get too comfy, someone needs to groom my furr."

_"So demanding." Even though he said that, this is Wukong's favourite part about the showers, Macaque loves his furr, sure it's not as thick and silky as it used to be but Wukong will make sure it gets back to its previous glory.

_"Hey Sunny..." Macaque spoke after a while, picking at his tail,

_"Yeh Moony?" It's been so long since Macaque used that nickname for him, he can't get used to it, his heart will explode.

_"I was wondering... Would it be okay if you take me to see the kid and his friends."

_"Wh-Why?"

_"I want to ask them something."

_"You can ask me."

_"I know, but you won't answer."

_"What are you talking about? I always answer."

_"No, you never do. I don't even know the kid's name because you won't tell me and won't let me meet him to ask!"

_"It's MK. Just calm down, no need to be so angry about it."

_"I am angry, Wukong. Why won't you tell me anything?! Why does he have your staff? Why is he radiating your energy?! Why is he even allowed to come here?! Is he-" Macaque takes a deep breath, "Is he yours?"

_"What? NO! nonononono no, he's not, he was just born from the same rock as me, that's all."

_"What?"

_"Listen, I gave him the staff because I want him to be my successor."

_"A successor? You're immortal, why would you need that?"

_"Because... Because I'm tired." Wukong let down his glamour as he said that and Macaque could see all his scars, it was silent for a moment,

_"oh Wukong..." Macaque watched in horror, he approached slowly in case his sun wanted him to stop, "life hasn't been kind to you, has it?" Macaque held his face in his hands,

_"..." Wukong just melted in Macaque's warmth as he kissed his scars, gently, one by one,

_"Who did this?" Macaque asked, looking in his king's eyes.

Wukong saw it, the same murderous eyes his moon had when he first saw the monk use the fillet on him. Wukong doesn't blame him, he had the same look on his face when he saw his moon drenched in blood and those assholes trying to abduct him. He'll kill them when he finds them.

_"He's gone, been dead for years now."

_"Hm. Lucky." Macaque said, a bit of disappointment in his voice.

_"Heh, forget about him, just, stay with me okay?"

_"Where would I go without you?" Macaque hugged Wukong, bringing him closer to his chest.

But you did, you left, and I didn't know where you were, you only came when the world was ending then disappeared again. But it's ok now, You can't leave. I won't let you.

_"Hey, do you think we'll have matching scars?" Macaque asked jokingly,

_"Why? Does it hurt?" Wukong yanked himself out of the hugg and held Macaque's head, is the crown crushing his skull?!!!!

_"No, it doesn't," Macaque held his hands, "I can't feel it most of the time, only when I try to use my powers. I was just wondering if it'll leave a mark, and then we can have matching scars."

_"Not unless you can pluck my eye out."

_"No use, it'll just regenerate."

_"Yeh, that would happen." Wait-

_"Let's get out of this shower, it feels suffocating and I'm hungry." Macaque got out of the tub, "Let's go."

My eyes regenerate, can I give him one-

_"Wukong!"

_"A! You go first, I'll just wash a little more then fallow you."

_"Alright, but just wash up, I'll groom your furr inside." Macaque said putting a towel on,

_"Ok." he gave Macaque a little smile as he left.

edit: part 5

[echantedtoon]

What If: Douma Edition

DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.

Warnings: Douma IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.

The cold silence pursed from a smile once faked and forced but now oh so full of life he never thought he'd ever be able to feel before now. Before he met HER. Sure the navigation was still rocky and if he was being completely honest, there was still a long way for him to go before he does make any one Hundred percent clear sense of it all. 

"Let me get this straight. So you're upset that your fiance wants to call off the engagement but you say that because the engagement was made by her father that she can't call off the arrangements? But she says that because her father died it's not up to him or you anymore and she can break it off if she wants to?....Am I understanding this right?"

Emotions sure were tricky. Previously he could just sit down and listen to hundreds of rambles without being ....Annoyed? Yes. That was the new emotion he was now able to feel. Suddenly faking and mimicking everything became genuinely harder. Sigh. He really needed to schedule in more vacation days with Master Muzan and Kokushibo-...No. No. He'll ask Mistress Rei instead. She'll be more sympathetic to his requests.  Meanwhile he was staring at a young couple in their early twenties sitting in front of him from his compound demanding that he help settle this annoying matter. 

The man nodded firmly before pointing at him. "Yes. You even blessed this engagement yourself two years ago, Lord Douma."

"Oh riiiiight. I remember that." No he didn't. He blessed so many marriages and engagements and divorces that he literally lost count of them all at this point. He waved a hand and forcibly smiled wider. "Such a happy time."

"Not anymore. She wants to leave me to marry another man! Surely you can see that we're meant for one another! You blessed our marriage so surely the gods see that too right!?"

Oh gods it was one of these days. Sigh. The woman had remained mostly silent throughout this entire ten minute rambling and just stared surprised at his chest. Usually he'd be flattered but he was too annoyed with this to care. Instead his hand reached up to shift something further up on his chest. 

"And has your fiance tried talking about this to you already?," he asked tilting his head. Platinum blonde locks of hair shifting with him. "Maybe she didn't even want this. Surely she's given her reasons."

"She has! But they're all nonsense! If she didn't want this marriage then she should've said so at the very beginning!"

The woman finally looked away from the thing on his chest and glared at him. "I DID!! But my father wouldn't listen! I wouldn't be engaged to a man like YOU otherwise!"

All the yelling was starting to not only annoy him but make a fuss of another. He couldn't deal with this anymore. He had an appointment to keep and he wouldn't be late because of a petty lovers' quarrel. So he smiled widely at them.

"I have a perfect solution for the both of you." Both instantly stopped and looked as he pointed at the man. "You're a young healthy man. I'm ordering you to consult my compound's matchmaker to find you a new engagement." The man looked shocked as he then pointed at the woman. "And you go marry whoever you want to. Now that that's settled, this meeting is now over!" He quickly stood up from the large comfortable pillows and plucked up a big bag with him. "Excuse me. I have an appointment to keep somewhere else."

"But-...B-But Founder!," the man called after him but he ignored it in favor of walking over towards the side door leading out of the room and to his private courters.

With his brisk legs it didn't take too long to step outside of the room and close the door behind him. A sigh of relief escaped his cold lungs as soon as he heard the door slide shut behind him. A chuckle to his left gave him another but smaller twinge of annoyance. 

"Not easy to get through today's meetings, Sir?" Kaleidoscope rainbow irises turned to an older woman. Her wrinkled face smiled amused at the younger man. "You've been taking more breaks than usual."

For once in his life he frowned. "Your words wound me. I thought my top helper would know better than to criticize hard work." A hand reached up to pluck a hat from his head. "Cancel anything else for me this week. I'm leaving for the Infinity Castle for a bit."

"Another meeting with Master Muzan? Or .. perhaps something else more familial?" She chuckled waving a hand to the object on his chest making him frown (pout-) more.

"Neither! I'm simply on my way to see my wife!" He finally smiled lighting up more. "My Happy is surely expecting me as we arranged it in advance."

He was so happy to finally get out of there for a while and ask (pester-) Nakime into teleporting him to the Infinity Castle or more Specifically the Dwell. It felt like a breath of fresh air as he stood in front of the familiar giant home one sound of a biwa strum later. He was happy to practically skip up to the door that instantly opened and a servant greeted him. But he paused seeing the object he carried with him... Before turning away to hide a snort. He rose a brow..but didn't bother with him to just skip a long... However he did notice all the amused or awestruck faces he got as he walked along the fancy corridors. 

This had been going on for the entire month. Why wasn't anyone taking him seriously!?

He frowned(pouted-) and continued along with the bag in hand until he came across a familiar corridor and briskly walked faster Until he stopped in front of the door smiling wider then ever. A hand reached up and knocked loudly on the fancy oak wood door loud enough to echo throughout the hall. It did not take too long for him to get an answer.

"Come in," a woman's voice called from within.

He wasted no time sliding the door open fast enough to almost slam it open and practically jump into the room locking onto a woman inside. "Oh my darling, Lotus Bloom!~"

You lazily rose a brow and looked up at the tall demon in the doorway closing the book in your hands. "You're three hours late."

Douma ignored you dropping the bag in his hands and persisted in rushing in, dropping to his knees next to you, and affectionately grabbing your hand in his hands. "My Angel.~ My light.~ My colors.~ My Happy!~ Oh how I missed you so!"

"It's only been a month," you deadpanned. 

He ignored that in favor of pressing his head against yours. "I was so loooonly without you. I wanted my wife so baaaaaad. I missed you so much!" A pucker of his lips followed as he puckered up and leaned in for an obvious kiss but stopped when a hand pressed against his mouth and pushed him back.

"You're over dramatizing things again, Douma. What took you so long? We agreed on a time and you promised to show up then."

He pouted again. "It wasn't my fault! My meetings take up so much time! Oh Y/n! Everyone's been so mean to me all month! They all keep looking at me like something's funny and no one's taking me seriously! I don't know why!" He whined.

You rolled your eyes before holding up a hand. "Maybe THIS is why." Your finger wiggled and was instantly snatched up by a chubby little hand.

Douma blinked before looking down at the platinum blonde haired infant strapped to his chest. His son giggled again and stared at you both with eyes of different shades of blues and purples. ".....Oh. Why would they be amused by this?" He gestured to himself. "I'm a good daddy! I always make sure he's with me."

You finally snorted amused. "Well seeing someone intimidating like you just walking around with a cute chubby baby on your chest would make you look a bit funny."

He pouted harder. "I'm a good dad!" He retorted crossing his arms. "I take care of, Lotus. And spend time with him! I'm good at daddy-ing!"

You again snorted at his choice of words and finding it easy people would be amused by his attitude on top of being a new dad but you both were still getting used to the custody arrangement. Douma can't be here all the time because of his duties and you didn't want to live in his compound, and you weren't going to force Rui to live there with his dislike of Douma already and his old family there. So you two formed an arrangement. You'd both take turns taking on Lotus until he can decide where he'd rather live once he was old enough. Each of you taking him for an entire month until the last day where you switched. It'd been five months now and so far it seemed to work out fairly well for everyone aside from Douma's pouting. You two hadn't made a big deal of telling a lot of people about Lotus yet still getting used to it so it was a bit surprise for a lot of people to find out that Douma was suddenly a father. 

You patted his cheek peeking him back up instantly. "Yes you are. And people finding you cute being a dad isn't a bad thing. It just means they know you're doing the best you can."

He smiled leaning in closer as Lotus cooed mindlessly. "Yes...So where is the young one?"

"He's training with Akaza today. Although I think they'll be back soo-"

You didn't even get to finish talking before the door slid open again and you both looked up. Both of you met the eyes of Akaza and Rui. No doubt Akaza had come to bring Rui home. All four of you stared silently at one another awkwardly before Douma sat back up to wave a hand excitedly at the link haired demon with a big grin. Akaza's eyes bugged out of his skull seeing the cooing baby strapped to the blonde's chest. He stared before looking at you, then at the baby, then at Douma, and then at the baby again.

"Hi, Akaza-dono! Did you finally come to see your best friend's son!? I'm AMAZING at daddy-ing!"

Akaza looked utterly, clearly, absolutely, so matter of factly, terrifyingly so, so, so, so HORRIFIED. "Oh dear gods no. THEY'RE MULTIPLYING!!"

[thelikesofus]

the forest for the trees

6x15 Coda | Buck POV | 1k words | Confessions, Getting Together

"I see you." Is the first thing that Eddie says when Buck opens the door to his apartment to find his best friend standing in the hallway at eleven o'clock in the evening looking all kinds of distraught.

"I–, what?"

"I see you, Buck."

"Well, yes. You're standing right in front of me." Buck says, stepping back to let Eddie in the door. "Why are you here? Where's Chris?"

"At Pepa's for the night." Eddie shakes his head like he doesn't understand why Buck is asking, like it's irrelevant, and he leans against the kitchen bench. "But that's not–. Buck." 

The way Buck's name crosses his lips is almost like a wine, a plea. Eddie's shoulders are a tense line while he rings his fingers together and chews his lip. Buck's skin prickles with apprehension.

"Do you want a beer?" Buck asks slowly.

"No. No, no thank you. I just–." Eddie stumbles through his words like they're too big for his mouth. "No, I just need you to listen for a minute."

He takes a deep breath and shifts his feet like he's settling himself.

"I see you, Buck! You are kind, and you are thoughtful. You–, you hate mustard and love cooking shows and you screw your nose up every time you see one of those little scraggly dogs but you'll stop to pat it anyway.

"You are always doing things for everyone else. You are supportive and genuine and you love my son, Buck. And he loves you too and I will never be able to thank you for everything you have done for him, for both of us, and I will never be able to make it up to you. But Buck, I see you, every part of you. Even the parts you don't like and even more so the parts that you can't see."

Eddie is red in the face when he slams his jaw shut and stares off absently at Buck's sink, his eyes wide and glassy. 

Buck steps closer to him, slowly, like approaching a spooked horse. 

"Eddie, I–." Buck doesn't really know what to say, what can he say to follow a speech like that while his mind is still reeling and his heart is pounding in his chest? This feels like something big, something important. "I appreciate that, but what brought this on? Are you okay?"

Buck has to stop himself from reaching out a hand to test Eddie's temperature because the man looks three seconds away from passing out. 

"You said, yesterday, at the cemetery, that you thought that you felt like Natalia saw you. But how could she, Buck, how could she when she doesn't know you?" Eddie chews the inside of his cheek as his eyes flit between Buck's eyes and his chin, never resting anywhere for long. "Maybe the lightning strike did change you, I can see that change but you are still you. Still all of those things I just said just–. You're alive, Buck, and I think you feel that way now too and you don't have to pretend to be the 'same old Buck' for anyone because you are him. You are my best friend, and my partner, hell, even my co-parent in all the ways that matter."

"Eddie–?"

"No. No, if I don't say this now I don't think I'll be able to, so listen. You–, just listen." Eddie points a finger at Buck and then finally locks eyes with him. Buck feels as though Eddie's dark gaze is boring straight into his soul. "I see you. I see you but more than that I know you. I love you. I am so glad you are alive and I never want to know another minute without you in it."

Buck feels it, he feels seen. But he's always felt seen by Eddie. Eddie always understands exactly what Buck is trying to say even when he doesn't have the words, and knows exactly what he always needs to hear. Buck has never felt dismissed or overlooked by Eddie and by God it's been in front of him all along and he realizes now that his vision was so clouded by searching for the things he thought he needed that he didn't realize he already had everything he's ever wanted. 

"Eddie, I–." Buck kind of wants to cry but if he starts now he's not sure he'll stop. Every ounce of pent-up frustration and confusion and hope and terror that has been fighting within him since he woke up in the hospital is pressing at his seams and he suddenly feels too small to contain any of it.

"Do you understand me?" Eddie continues and Buck suddenly realizes that he's right in front of him, toe to toe with Eddie's hand hovering by Buck's waist like he wants to touch but is afraid Buck might break, so Buck steps into him and wraps his arms around Eddie's shoulders, both hands instantly cupping around the back of Eddie's head as he draws him in. 

"Yes," he whispers in Eddie's ear as the other man meets him seamlessly and gathers Buck up, holding him back just as tightly. "Yes, I do, I promise."

"Good." 

Eddie leans back after a few long, deep breaths and cups Buck's checks in his hands. "You okay?"

"I feel like I should be asking you that. You're the one that barged in here rambling like a madman. Are you okay?"

"Never been better." Eddie grins. "I'm going to kiss you now."

"You are?"

"I am." Eddie says firmly and Buck's stomach does a summersault. "Are you ready?"

Buck chuckles at the absurdity but also at how genuine the question is and how strongly the sense of right washes over him.

"I am now." He says and then Eddie does. Their lips meet in the middle in a careful press, each of them unsure, out of practice, and overwhelmed. But then Eddie smiles against Buck's lips and they're pressing together again, this time firmer, more sure of themselves and each other, and then all Buck can feel is Eddie, Eddie Eddie. 

His hands on his cheeks, Buck's on his shoulders, their chests pressed together and their arms squished between them. 

They pull away for a breath before Eddie dips back in to leave one last searing kiss against his lips and then they're breathing heavily into the tiny slither of space between them as they both grin manically. 

"I see you." Eddie whispers and it sounds like I love you, so Buck kisses him again. 

[major-floyd-and-lilia-simp]

Once Upon A Dream

Lilia x Male Reader

Notes: i am primarily going off of what my gf has told me about Malleus's overblot. (Which is a lot lmao) And changing a few things obviously. I play on the international server. So we literally just got like, the first part of it anyway. Plus, im still on Savanaclaw.

Description: after Malleus's overblot happens, those affected are working on recovery. Until Malleus tells Lilia that (Name)—you—still haven't woken up. Lilia can't come to terms with the fact he might've lost (Name).

TW: mentions of war, death and descriptions of hopelessness.

Lilia didn't make a noise when it happened. Hell, his face didn't even move much save for falling into a neutral expression.

If it was anyone but Malleus or Silver who told the elder fae what happened, then they would've thought the man didn't care. But Malleus knew. He's known Lilia the entirety of his short life. He and Silver were the only ones who knew the subtle changes in Lilia.

Malleus knew Lilia didn't blame him. Overblots, they're uncontrollable. At least it wasn't painful. And there was still the chance (Name) was still alive. Just in a very deep sleep. That didn't stop the dragon fae from blaming himself. If he had just been more diligent against his own self-

A small hand on his shoulder pushed through Malleus's quickly darkening thoughts. Lilia was looking up at him, expression unreadable but the careful touch was clear as day.

The elder fae was doing his best to hold himself together, and he needed Malleus to tell the others the news.

Lilia didn't understand why news of (Name) not waking hit him as it did. It wasn't like he was dead. And it wasn't like Lilia has lost people to harder things before. He was in a war for fucks sake.

Perhaps it was because this happened at the hand of someone he held dear. He didn't blame Malleus. It was unintentional after all. So he didn't think it was that. He couldn't say it was just because he cared for (Name), because although he did, he would've had a much more outward reaction had something happened to Sebek or, seven forbid, Silver instead.

So why did he feel so numb. As if his heart had been torn from his chest still beating. As if every nerve in his body was simultaneously electrified and dead. It felt like he had lost something he didn't have in the first place.

The only other explanation, was that he loved (Name), but to come to that conclusion, one he already knew but buried deep, would be to admit that he was too weak to admit it, and now he'll never get that chance.

He was a fool.

He wandered into his room. There was a semi-vacant look in his eyes. That meant that (Name) has been in this deep slumber for a week now. Lilia just figured he was still recuperating, too busy making sure his dormmates and family were okay to spare much thought to the Ramshackle human. And Silver took longer than Sebek or Malleus or himself to recover so he thought nothing of it.

He was such a fool.

He was wandering. There wasn't an aim to where he went, but he found himself pulled towards the infirmary. Perhaps...

He shook his head. It was a one time thing, breaking Silver's curse when he was a babe. He doubted it could work again. He didn't even know how he managed it either. But still his feel carried him to the infirmary and to (Name)'s bed. Grim was curled up on his chest, awake but silent for once, while Ace and Deuce sat at his bedside, fast asleep on each other. They must've been here all week.

Lilia took a seat, staring at the man on the bed. He wanted to reach out so badly. The feeling of hope bubbled in his chest as he thought that maybe he could wake the sleeping human. Maybe.

Seven, he was so much a fool.

He reached out, his hand covering the Ramshackle prefect's, praying to whatever would listen. For what, he didn't know but he chanted "please" like a mantra in his head, nothing passing his lips save for a few shallow breaths.

Nothing happened.

Lilia deflated, the hope dying in his chest as he leaned forward. Waterlogged pain made itself known as it pricked at his tearducts, threatening to break him. His forhead pressed to (Name)'s shoulder, and he released a shaky breath. Grim had fallen asleep. He must've been exhausted as he was silent. The only sound in the room was Ace and Deuces steady breaths and the old fae's own shaky ones.

He didn't notice the change in (Name)'s breathing.

He didn't notice the subtle twitch of his eyelids

He did notice when a cool hand turned under his, and lightly grasped his own.

Lilia's heart clenched in his chest as his head shot up, magenta meeting (eye color). "I had the strangest dream." (Name) whispered, his voice raspy from misuse. "I dreamt that we were dancing in the woods...and it was only us."

Lilia didn't notice when the tears finally fell as he dragged (Name) close into a tight hug, laughter bubbling on his lips.

[freuleinanna]

good night, spaceman

posting a random domestic doctordonna ficlet because my heart cannot contain it, honestly?? it's short and silly, something about settling in one of the first nights, but shhh mama need to let it out. read it as platonic or romantic, i don't really care. i know my preferences, but hey, if it works for you? coolio. also, if you drop a request in my asks, chances are, i'll write something else

"Whatcha doing?" he frowns from the doorframe.

Inside, fabric flies and his minds instantly sings parachutes! – no, nope. Why would there be parachutes? Pastel colours settle down quite mundanely. He stifles a disappointed sigh.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Donna retorts, bowing over it, arms at work. "Changing the bed!"

A beat of silence.

"Why?"

She stops. The Doctor tenses instinctively. Shouting Donna is the default setup. The TARDIS (shuddering to her timecore, he imagines) bangs the swearing filter back on the instant that woman steps inside again. Silence, though? Now, that's trouble.

"How do you sleep?"

He scratches his cheek, sincerely wondering.

"I don't, usually."

Another pause. A blatant I-am-so-done-with-your-Martian-things look, ominously familiar, sets over Donna's face. He tenses more, only for a quick nod to follow.

"Yeah, that checks out."

"Right, then... D'you need help?"

"That's bamboo linen," she points out.

Huh.

Is that something he should understand?

That's… new. Usually it's him baffling others with random words, not the other way around. At the risk of getting annihilated, albeit verbally, but actually he wouldn't bet that verbally only, the Doctor steps closer and reaches for the other end of the bedsheet.

"I'll just?.."

"Hands off, you!"

"Blimey!" he shakes his palm.

"That's actually fancy!" The Doctor's hand is still stinging with a slap. Donna half-grins at him, some secret laughter warming her eyes. "Spacemen who consistently ruin their ship aren't trusted around fancy stuff. And don't gimme that look, mate. I wasn't there the last few times, and neither was that coffee."

Well, moments like this, then. He'll be collecting them. That's gonna be a new habit, instead of collecting heartbreaks. Laughing again - and with Donna! Grinning back, hands in pockets, the Doctor decides to hold on to it. On the darkest nights, when thoughts run bitter and endless, he used to count the stars – the only light across the empty vastness of the space. Now he can count sparkles in his best friend's eyes. What a life! What a beautiful, beautiful life.

"I'll just stand there, then?"

"Yeah, try not to explode from doing nothing," she huffs, still smiling, "or else I'll disown you."

"Disown? When did you own me?"

He watches Donna roll her eyes and sigh with her whole chest while finishing the job.

"Day one."

Linens get smoothed over, and Donna's hands glide across the fabric, adding the last touch. She looks over. Neither of them can stop an idiotic little smile appear, and the Doctor welcomes it with both his hearts, for her and for himself. He nods in agreement, shining brighter than the sun. And he's been to the sun. Well, some of them, at least.

"Sounds about right."

"You bet, Spaceman."

She's going to leave for the night. Before doing so, however, Donna does walk over. Full of surprises, her. She tidies his collar, and frowns a little, and darts him a look that's simultaneously worried and caring.

"Listen, you. If anything happens. If your honestly severe sleep deprivation, I don't know, decides to burst into a horror show, or something…"

"Wait, what?"

"I mean, if you have nightmares–"

"Oh, come on! I'm not a five-year-old–"

"Yeah, you're worse!" she cuts him off, showing her You're So In Trouble face for a brief moment. Her every line softens. She's searching his eyes for something, clearly grappling for words, but cannot seem to find befitting ones. Then just sniffs her nose and finishes matter-of-factly. "Rose used to have them. Poor kid was dreaming your space nonsense… well, our space nonsense. All I'm saying is, I'm a light sleeper when I need to be. There."

She pushes a cushion in his chest, and the Doctor sways a little. Wihout missing a beat, his other hand is around Donna's shoulders. Brilliant, rude, kind-hearted Donna Noble. The one who brought him home.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"Good night, Spaceman."

And for the first time in literal ages, he's actually excited to have a boring, ordinary, good night.

[toasterdrake]

Doric x gn!Reader - First Watch

Doric cuddling up to you because it's cold, with a dash of unrequited (?) pining

"I'll take first watch," you say, "Keep an eye on the horses."

Edgin nods and lets you go. He has dinner to craft and plans to brew.

The horses are tethered just outside the copse of trees the party has made your campsite. Hills sprawl out around the overgrown crown, a blanket of navy green under the sapphire of an evening sky. Wind brushes the trees and long grass; the horses nicker softly to each other.

Making the rounds, you loosen each saddle's girth to ensure their comfort for the night. Yelps punctuate flashes of light behind you; Simon is practicing a new spell from the scroll you had recently been compensated with. Doric is laughing at his misfortune; oh, how charming he is.

You settle for your watch on a patch of soft grass skirting a proud birch tree. Silver bark is cool against your back, and the Northern wind is icy. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter around your shoulders. The sun's warmth has begun to seep from the earth, leaving the hillside cold.

Petrichor is in the air, haze of falling rain distant over the hills. It'll reach your campsite in the night. When your watch is over and a cold dinner in your belly, you'll warn the others. Not that much can be done in the face of nature.

The evening wanes, sky darkening into indigo. Firelight trickles through shadows of trees, quiet discussion whispers on the breeze.

"You know, usually when people volunteer for first watch it's because they want to be alone."

Gentle so as not the spill the contents of the bowl she's holding, Doric nudges you with her foot.

"Edgin said to bring you dinner before it goes cold."

"Oh. Alright. Thanks."

When you take the bowl from her -- it is warm in your hands; you cradle it as your only vestige of the far-off fire -- Doric settles next to you against the birch.

"Oh, are you going to stay?"

"Would you like me to go?"

You almost want her to leave, but more than anything you want her to stay. Moreover, she wants to stay, so who are you to deny her?

"No, I don't mind." A beat passes as you bring the spoon up to your mouth. "Can I ask why, though?"

Doric shuffles her feet, watching the toes of her boots shift grass. "It's just... Simon, he's... he's nice and all, but..."

"He's into you and that makes you uncomfortable?" You supply.

Relieved you've filled in the blanks, Doric nods. Finding her words is easier now. "He doesn't seem to get that... that he's fighting for a second chance when I've already told him no."

Listening to the world surround the two of you, Doric is silent for a while. She picks at grass, knotting blades together. You stay quiet as well, focused on eating, grateful to be trusted as a rare space to vent.

Eventually, "My reason last time was that he made me feel sad, but it wasn't really his fault. He made me sad because I was trapping myself, trying to feel something for him."

Doric begins tearing at the grass crown she'd built, before giving up and letting it scatter in the wind. "I never should've given him a first chance. How am I supposed to turn him down now?"

Setting your empty bowl on a mossy root of the tree, you give your full attention to the druid beside you. Though Doric's question is likely rhetorical, you need to answer it. For her sake.

"You don't have to give him an excuse. 'No' will always be enough. He'll understand that, even if it takes him some time."

The smile Doric gives you is tired, but undeniably grateful. You hate the way your heart seizes in your chest.

The birch's roots cradle the two of you too closely, and now your shoulders are pressed together with nowhere to go. Doric seems unfazed, perfectly comfortable against you. You bring your knees up just for the excuse of locking your arms around them, holding your own hand instead of hers.

The evening wanes further into night, yet Doric shows no indication of leaving, despite shivers chasing up her spine on occasion. Surely a seat by the fire would be warmer, so why is she here with you? Does she dread Simon that strongly?

Disillusioned by the bite of the wind, Doric leans further into you. She seems to take comfort in the warmth of your body, and you don't have the strength in your heart to push her away. Instead, you open up -- bringing your cloak around to encompass Doric as well.

Smiling against you, Doric sighs deeply, light and content. She tucks her head under yours, chin resting on your collarbone. Your throat bobs, your hand resting on her shoulder under the cloak. The impression of a horn presses against the underside of your jaw, and copper hair tickles your neck. Doric's tail curls around your leg in a comforting gesture.

Damn your heart.

[anime-simp-0]

Hi there! I am so sooooo happy to see other people with a Bakugo obsession - his character development is one of the better ones in my opinion.

If you are open to sharing some headcanons (but of course no pressure! Writing should be enjoyable!) - how do you think Bakugo would be with an antihero s/o with a personality like Deadpool? I imagine them having a really smart mouth that drives Bakugo up the wall lol but also being kickass enough to stand toe to toe with him. What do you think?

I'm so sorry this took me so long my courses kicked my ass and i had to put literally everything else on the backburner. But! I got it done lol

i can totally see this. to me, bakugo definitely seems like the type of guy to go after someone who can not only hold their own against him in a fight, but also in a conversation. i think it's very important to him to have an s/o who can put up with his bullshit and call him out at the same time. i also think that he secretly finds it really sexy that you can put him in his place so easily with your smart mouth. well, as long as your not using it to make him lose his mind ( even if that is your favorite pastime). regardless of his stereotype of just being a stubborn hothead, he is actually quite levelheaded. He knows he overreacts sometimes. he knows that he doesn't always think things through. so, he needs someone who can call him out. and that's why you're so perfect for him. you're just as stubborn as him, which none of his friends could believe so it was quite a shock when he proved it, and it keeps him on his toes. it keeps your relationship interesting.

i think that bakugo himself fits the definition of a hero rather well, but that doesn't mean that all of his actions do. yes, he himself aligns with heroic standards, but that's more for the sake of keeping his license then morals. i think the more experience he gets as a pro really changes him and his perspective on good and evil. this also gives him the ability to recognize that heroic ways don't always solve the problem.

for the record, when i think antihero, i think of an oliver queen/green arrow situation here. don't judge me 😓

having said that, i think that bakugo doesn't necessarily like your antihero decisions either. he understands them, yes. and he can see the good you do and your good intentions. and he'd be damned if he ever told anyone who you were in the shadows. hell, he'd rather take a bullet to the brain then risk you getting arrested for being a vigilante. and that's the problem. you would be. your methods are unorthodox. you get the job done, but at what cost? how much blood has to spill before you are the one that doesn't get back up? at least as a hero he has protection. backup. you go in blind and pray for the best. and it kills him to see your busted lip and bruised knuckles. yet you hide it well. everyone he works with just sees you as his kickass, badass partner. the only one he listens to and smiles for.

but he knows the truth.

he knows why you do what you do.

because again and again heroes let you and the people you cared about down. you got sick of waiting around to be saved. so you saved yourself. you got your hands dirty. but the farther you went in, the harder the dirt was to wash off your hands and now you can't. you can't stop. you can't turn away. not from all of those suffering people that the heroes won't help.

so, for now, he'll be quite. he'll clean your cuts while you sit on the bathroom counter with him between your thighs. he'll get you ice for bruises and learn how to do stitches. he'll even help you come up with a cover story. because as much as it pains him to see you in pain, he knows your happy. that it's worth it to you. and as long as he gets to hold you when everything is said and done and hear you whisper you love him as you fall asleep, as long as he can feel the way your chest expands as you breath against him and hear the soft sighs against his neck, he'll learn to love these moments enough to forget about how you got in this state in the first place. he'll learn to see that you don't just do it for them, but for him too.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

Returning to Meddling Mar for as long as the plot bunny hops around my head. Part One, Parts Two and Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Mar was asleep when the monks brought Jak up. He'd fought to stay awake for as long as possible, but the monks had mixed something into his water. Dirty cheaters.

Daxter lay on the pillow beside Mar, feigning sleep and listening for movement. The monks had already learned the hard way not to separate him from the kid if they wanted to keep their fingers, but Daxter didn't trust them not to try moving them around in their sleep.

His ears perked up with the sound of footsteps, and he raised his head slightly to squint at shadows against the curtain.

"Doctor," the monk with the nasty medicine greeted someone, "I am surprised this one still lives."

A man's voice answered, equally quiet.

"He's a fighter, this one. I think he'll fit right in, provided he doesn't set his recovery back. Is there a bed near the little one? It'll do him good to be near his brother."

That has to be Jak!

Hope shot through Daxter's body. There were no other "little ones" in the ward: he'd checked. That meant they had to mean Mar. 

Please, please be Jak!

"He's not going to notice," another monk remarked, sounding bored. "You've got him pretty well sedated there."

"Because he's on bed rest! He's going to wake up later, and I'd rather he didn't panic," the doctor retorted irritably. "Just find him somewhere near the brother, will you?"

Daxter watched shadows of people move past, carrying someone on a stretcher. They stopped on the right of their "room", just shy of a break in the curtains, preventing Daxter from getting a look at the patient. He cursed his luck and slithered down from Mar's bed to investigate.

"How is the little brother?" asked the doctor, "Did you get anything out of him yet? I was only able to get this one's name and the name of the orange animal."

Daxter knew without looking that the monks would all be wearing expressions of irritation. They'd questioned Mar again and again, never understanding why he was so skittish and suspicious of them. Mar knew better than to blindly trust people with his name. Jak had taught him well.

"He's so stubborn you'd think he was a native-born Spargan!" The younger monk complained, "Every time we've asked his name, he just glares at us, or hides under the sheet!"

"The only person he's responded to at all was Lord Damas," the older monk agreed. "And even then, he only says "it's a secret.""

"A secret?" The doctor was scratching his head when Daxter peeked between the curtains. "Why in the world would a child's name be a secret?"

Whatever the monks said in reply, Daxter didn't hear it. He could see the stretcher now. And he could see Jak.

Jak’s chest rose and fell steadily, and his face seemed relaxed, but there were bandages around his bare arms, and someone had cut off three inches of his hair. Why? Who had done that to him?

The monks and the skinny doctor man unstrapped Jak from the stretcher and carefully transferred him to the bed on the other side of the curtain. Then the doctor set a plant glimmering with green eco on the flimsy table beside the bed. 

"He needs to drink water with one leaf crushed up into it twice a day," he said briskly, "And there's to be no unnecessary exertion or excitement. Three days of bed rest before the king evaluates them, and no less than three."

The younger monk nodded gracefully. "We will see to it that he follows your prescription," she said.

That seemed to be a kind of dismissal. 

The doctor sternly repeated his instructions, then took his leave. Impatiently, Daxter waited at the break in the curtains. He silently urged the monks to hurry up and leave already. He needed to check on Jak!

It took an annoyingly long time for the monks to move on. Daxter didn't bother waiting for them to be fully out of sight before leaping up onto the sandstone frame. A memory gripped him, and for just a second he was seeing Jak, shackled to the Injection Chair in the baron's prison lab.

"Jak?"

Daxter scrambled up to the pillow, anxiously searching his friend's face for any sign of waking.

He was breathing steadily, not the painful rasp that Daxter remembered from the place with all the water. On closer inspection, Jak’s hair had been cut clumsily, a graceless hack job more than a trim. Frankly, it looked like Jak’s own handiwork, which Daxter supposed was better than the alternative. But someone else had shaved off the sad little patch of hair Jak always insisted was a beard; if he'd done it himself, there would have been many more scratches and cuts on his face.

Why? It had taken Jak a full two years to even get that much fuzz on his face! What was the point of shaving it all off and making him start over? 

Daxter shook his head disapprovingly. Now he was the only member of the trio with facial hair. And excess body hair. And everywhere-hair. At this rate, Jak would never catch up to Orange Lightning's manliness! No wonder the Precursors had let him get turned into an ottsel: they had to nerf him before he became unstoppable!

Or they were just petty, petty buzzkills.

Daxter settled on the pillow beside Jak, maneuvering his body so that he could still just barely see Mar through the curtain.

"I'm here, pal," he whispered. "You go ahead and sleep. I've got your back."

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Chapter 12

A/N: Warnings of abuse mentions (per usual), as well as bullying and racism- this is the Jabberwock chapter after all. Masterpost

"Are you really sure about that Jabberwock game?" You questioned softly, as you couldn't help but feel concern. "Of course I am. Why are you so worried love?" "Because their racist bullies! They're so tall and muscular, obviously, I am concerned about letting you play against them. Especially with the weight of the entirety of Japan's basketball players resting on your shoulders. They're already at NBA level, so doesn't it makes more sense to recruit the younger members of the Japanese national basketball team rather then some high schoolers with the potential for nationals?!" Your passionate, concerned rant made Akashi melt. 'She's so sweet and cute. When she looks like she's about to panic her eyes get so large I feel like I can see myself in them.' "Whilst I understand your concerns perfectly my love, this is a fight I cannot walk away from." Akashi kissed you on the top of your head as you sighed. There was no arguing in this, and you knew he wouldn't listen to you anyway. With a wry smile, you looked up at him. "Just don't let them hurt you okay. " "I won't. Don't worry, please." You let out another sigh, and watched as he went for the practise game with Vorpal Swords. All you could do was hope he'll be alright. You could just feel the presence of his father lurking in the shadows. He might not be really there, but you could feel his words and expectations pressuring Akashi to be glorious, victorious and above everyone. Urging him to go inside, and achieve victory on behalf of the entire nation. This might actually be a match big enough his father would compliment him for winning. With your own mother, you definitely knew what it was like to give it your all because you knew you'd be thrown a bone of affection if you did so, hope pounding in your chest because this might actually be enough to make them proud. You feared for the painful disappointment if his father didn't do anything, or worse, the consequences of Akashi failing everyone. You just wanted to keep him safe. Sometimes you thought of suggesting he'd drain some of his father's money and to just run away together. Both of you were turning 18 soon enough- you could elope together and never look back. It was an offer that tempted you ever so often, an offer you were still too afraid to make. Yet, every passing day, your fear seemed to melt bit by bit. This wasn't an okay situation, neither his homelife or yours. You needed to get out, and so did he. But that was a convesation for the future, right now, all you could do was show him the support he so very much needed.

You were in the stands with the Uncrowned Generals from Rakuzan, as the teams were introduced. 'They're all so really tall compared to Akashi… Are he and Kuroko really going to hold it out against a team that has such a height advantage in comparison?' You couldn't even sit down, it was as if every viber in your being was screaming at you to run into the court and break off the match. Overprotective girlfriend mode being fully activated. Reo put his hand on your shoulder and whispered in your ear, "It's okay y/n-chan. Relax, he won't be able to either when he sees you in this state." His words and gentle pulling, led you down on the seat next to him.

Akashi spotted you sitting down, and felt relieved. Of course, he could trust Reo to calm you down. 'Though I always pick the most dependable as my Vice Captain, after all,' was what he thought to himself as he turnt around to Midorima at his side. "We got this." Akashi muttered to his old friend, who pushed up his glasses. "Naturally." "You sure are talking cocky, for a bunch of monkeys!" Jason Silver's voice was a booming one, but the guy who was even taller then Murasakibara and at least as muscular as Nebuya could not intimidate Akashi. "Everyone always calls me cocky, but I am simply absolute." Akashi corrected, as the referee prepared for the tip-off. Zack huffed with distaste, and the rest of Jabberwock seemed as equally prepared to eat him and the Vorpal Swords alive. At least, that was their intention, but it did not reflect reality. Because no Jabberwock would go undefeated by the Vorpal Sword, not the Alice one, nor these ones. "Prepare your diapers, you little whiney babies! Call the hospital too, because you shorties aren't making it out of this match in one piece!" Jason continued to brag, and Nash Gold Jr at his side had a mocking smile playing on his face. As the ball was thrown into the air, he felt your eyes glued on him, and he smiled. Not with the cruelty of Nash Gold Jr, but genuinely and filled with warmth. He always played better when you were watching him. How he improved even beyond his already amazing skillset, was beyond everyone, but perhaps there was no better motivator then love. It made up for the lack of his father's presence, certainly. As he sprinted across the court, filled with your love and the memory of his mom's, this was all he needed right now. So as his 2nd persona disappeared and stitched itself together to his original one, he did not feel any worry for any potential effects it would have on his mental health. He had you now, and you were exactly what he had always needed. On the court and beyond. (Are Reader-Chan and Akashi ever going to run away? Who knows... But me, LMAO)

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 25b

*Warning Adult Content*

Mission - Part 2 - Koa

'Please. Please, if you're listening, Goddess, bring him back to me.'

My prayer halts when I see a large figure in the distance, walking down the lantern lit path.

I recognize that height, that frame, that gait.

I know it in my bones.

I rush to the door, not bothering to grab a coat or even change my slippers to my regular shoes.

None of that matters right now.

I lock the door behind me, quickly making my way down the hall to the stairwell.

'Am I hallucinating? It's him, right? It's him.'

I throw the front doors open, breathing hard as I spot my mate approaching, his shoulder hunched from exhaustion.

I can't see his face with it shadowed from the overhead lighting and I need to.

I need confirmation that it really is him and that he's okay.

So I run to him.

He stops walking and looks up when I draw near, eyes widening in shock but I don't think anymore, I just do.

When I reach him, I throw my arms around his neck, embracing him with all that I have.

He goes tense and stiff at my touch, which is understandable because this is a complete 180 from the last time I saw him.

"Koa, what the heck..?"

"I'm so sorry for what I said. I don't think you're disgusting. T-that was cruel of me and you didn't deserve it."

I press my head against his chest, squeezing him tight.

It's silent for a few moments and I almost think he'll reject my apology when I feel his arms close in around me, hugging me in return.

"So you don't... hate me?" he asks, voice raspy.

I shake my head.

"Of course not, dummy," I sniffle as I look up into his eyes.

And he's looking back at me with an intensity that's almost too much.

"What's the matter? What is it?"

He blinks, as if snapping out of it, before lifting his hand to cup my cheek.

But before it can make contact, he stops himself.

"I'm pretty dirty from the mission right now, my moon..."

Oh, for the Moon Goddess's sake.

I grab his face, crushing my lips against his.

He's frozen for a second, lips unmoving against my own and I almost pull away... but then it's like all reserve flies out the window.

He's kissing me back.

Kissing me with a desperate hunger that steals my breath away.

And it is everything.

His hands find my waist and he's pulling me flush against his muscled body, groaning when I turn my head, the angle deepening our kiss.

My hands travel from his face to his neck, nails raking through the hair up his nape, wanting as much of him as possible, so needy for it as I let him lift me off the ground.

How did I resist doing this for so long?

Why did I deprive myself of this... the feeling of his mouth moving on mine, devouring me until I'm a melting, trembling mess.

His lips are so soft, so perfect and he tastes like... I don't even know what but it's fucking heaven.

When I pull away to finally breath, his mouth chases mine, greedy for more as his pupils expand to the limit.

My rushed gasp to fill my deprived lungs snaps him out of his daze, though and he ceases.

He sets me down so my feet no longer dangle but does not remove his arms from around me.

We're both panting hard, staring into each other's eyes and the reality of what I just did settles in.

I kissed him.

And... he kissed me back.

He brushes a curl from my face, gaze darting from my eyes to my lips in temptation.

"You will be my ruin."

After I impulsively kissed him and he literally and figuratively swept me off my feet, I didn't really know how to act.

I let him lead me back inside, my hand encased in his.

He walked me to my door, both of us in tension-filled silence the whole way and now I'm before him again.

My heart is palpitating.

I can't look at him or I'll want to kiss him again.

Forever.

"My moon," his voice is quiet, husky and enough to bring me to my knees.

"You should get some rest."

I pat his shoulder, subconsciously biting my lip.

"I'd better sleep too."

He doesn't respond, so I make to turn, reaching for the door knob when suddenly I'm being spun back to  face him and pressed up against the wall by his huge frame.

His mouth finds mine with ravenous intent and I can barely think as his rough, labor worn hands cup my face, roughly pulling me in deeper to his kiss.

And I can't hold back.

I moan into it, my hands traveling to his hair and fisting lightly in it as I let my lips part for his tongue to grace my own.

He groans, eagerly exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue and I am completely at his mercy, whimpering at the wet, hot feeling of it.

I battle his tongue with my own, seeking to win but he dominates me in seconds, pinning me harder against the wall as our bodies meld together.

I need him.

Need him.

Want him more than I've ever wanted.

I nip at his lips, letting the delicious tingle that emanates from my core burn golden hot at the feel of him... his warmth, his strength, the sweetness of his tongue, the pine rain scent of him that I want to drown myself in.

I'm throbbing between my legs and he's not much different, pressing that hot length up against me and this time, it is anything but scary.

It's hot and I rub myself up on him, using my hands on his shoulder as leverage and he gets the message, hiking one of my legs up around his waist to grind into me.

So good.

So fucking good.

When we finally separate, lips wet with the taste of each other, he's rendered me speechless.

I look up at him through my lashes and the mere sight of the glow of his wolf in his eyes makes me clench my thighs.

My own wolf responds, howling at me to jump on him again as if we didn't just absolutely dine on him, wanting to to get as much of his touch as we can.

He's not much different.

He looks starved, despite what we just did.

And when his eyes fall to my lips, I understand that I'm the only thing that can satiate him.

[deejadabbles]

Deeja my love!! I am here with asks for

Jaylee x Tup 🥰🥰

2 .What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

11. Who causes the most arguments?

20. What are they like when sharing a bed?

I'm so happy you asked about em bc I'm so soft over these two! Thank you darling 🥰

OC relationship asks

Jaylee x Tup

2 .What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

Oh my gosh get ready for cuteness: So Tup of course doesn't have a lot of resources for dates and adventures, Jaylee knows this and insists that it fine, that she doesn't need anything and just spending time with him is enough. But Tup's inner romantic won't let it go, so, he plans out this whole night on Coruscant. It starts out with him making them some food at her apartment, something that isn't easy to mess up given his limited cooking experience but of course the effort alone is more than enough. Then he takes her out into the city, starting with this market in the mid level that's vibrant and full of life, perfect for window shopping if neither of them have much funds, so many new things to looks at which excites him but he also will make her smile because she loves seeing new things. The main draw of this area though is that, not far away there are always local bands playing their music outside with a whole area set aside for dancing. They can dance the night away together and take breaks to just listen to the bands. Then to top off the night, he'll surprise her by taking her up to this gorgeous view of the higher levels, a nice rooftop with enough privacy for them to just sit and talk, enjoying the view and each other's company. Course, they're probably too lost in each other's eyes to pay the view much mind after awhile

11. Who causes the most arguments?

Unfortunately this falls on Jaylee. She loves how open and affectionate Tup is, but, especially at first, it activates some of her insecurities. It's very hard for her to be affectionate and she doesn't know how to reciprocate, this causes her to get snippy and short tempered, which of course, understandably, upsets Tup. It's one of her issues she has to work on, but thankfully it does get better as their relationship progresses <3

20. What are they like when sharing a bed?

It takes forever for her to straight up ask for it, but, Jaylee loves to fall asleep snuggled against Tup's chest with his arm wrapped around her. Of course, spooning is also an option, so sometimes they'll fall asleep with Tup being the little spoon. Letting Tup be vulnerable when he gets back from rough campaigns is very important to her and she often insists that he be the little spoon even if he doesn't ask. If they fell asleep cuddled up then they'll often drift apart throughout the night. Tup barely moves cos of his training but Jaylee is a very restless sleeper and somehow ends up on Tup's other side at some point in the night. It would be fine if it wasn't for the fact that he sometimes wakes up from her kicking him in her sleep lmao

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Thank you so much for sending these in friend! I love talking about these two <3

Also, since Tup knows he has to put the "Our Wife" disclaimer on everything: @dystopicjumpsuit @sev-on-kamino come get your wive 🥰

[bricommissions]

Here I am to help your blog! Hehehe...hi, my name's Iris. I'm an adult, but I'm chirpy and weird. Despite being an adult, I act much like a child at times, finding ways to make work fun, making weird noises and other stuff to make myself or others laugh.

I have a hard time getting social cues: I usually miss it a lot but do my best to watch for those cues.

I don't like it when people yell at me (makes me close to crying) I also don't like it when we have a scheduled time of leaving or something and suddenly it changes.

I like to sleep and dream; listen to music, play games, draw, and many more.

Buuuut, I can easily get overwhelmed witj many people, and despite my chirpiness, I have a bit of a low social battery so I just shut down.

I suffer from depression and generalized anxiety disorder- I am also super picky about food textures and clothing textures. If something isn't right, I won't eat or wear it. But I do my best to if it's a gift or something-

I'm kind, sweet, a dork, and can get super excited easily, but can get shy like- hiding behind someone or just resting my head on one of my family's shoulders.

I get startled easily so I usually squeak or make noises like that- (I literally got picked to play the mouse in one of our videos because of my squeaking so much- lol xD)

And if you need more information, lemme know!

Also, genshun impact please.

Have a good day!

hello there, iris !! thank you for sending something in to help out & i hope you're having a good day/evening/night as well <3

DRUM ROLL, PLEASE . . .

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i'd ship you with : ARATAKI ITTO !!

who better to be silly with than arataki numero uno itto himself ?! you both have a tendency to act like kids, but that's not a bad thing; it just means you have more fun than others do. despite both of you being adults, you're able to have fun as if time is non-existent & you're both forever young together.

for sake of story, let's say you're living in inazuma city. whether you have temporary residence or you permanently live there is up to you. if you live in inazuma city, you're bound to run into the famed arataki itto at some point. he's pretty hard to miss when he's usually causing such a ruckus !! the first time you meet, he's running at you frantically. it's all because of the ambitious little onikabuto skittering your way. you squeak as you do when startled.

it halts at your feet & stays there since it seems to like you. itto has since skidded to a stop & calmly walked up to you since he's just... in shock. he's never seen one of his onikabuto run up to a complete stranger like this before.

a little sheepish, he introduces himself to you as the one & oni, doing his very best to impress you since you have energy that onikabutos seem to like. you two hit it off pretty quickly, actually. you have a lot in common & simply vibe together since you have similar mannerisms. as the night goes on, you both become a lovable duo of huge dorks. you don't really get why people are so wary of him; he's a sweetheart just like you.

you make an immediate friend in that goofy oni, so you hang out quite often. he understands that you have anxiety, so he'll always make sure to check on you when you seem to be feeling anxious. whenever you're in need of defending or feel shy. you can always stand behind him; he'll puff that muscular chest out & keep you safe !!

since you like games, itto introduces you to genius invocation tcg, onikabuto battles, & more. whenever you play these games with him or the gang, the night is full of endless fun. speaking of the arataki gang, he ends up inviting you to join it. he's blushing a little when he does. it isn't until the gang members themselves point out that itto likes you in a non-platonic way that it all clicks for him.

you continue to hang out with him as usual, but the moments feel more tender. there's shy glances from not just your end, but itto's as well. blushing cheeks, hands brushing together, flirtatious laughter. it isn't long before you both become something more than friends thanks to the gang being itto's wing-people. when they hear the news, they support you both fully & sigh with relief that you both FINALLY got together !!

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THANK YOU FOR READING !!

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if you'd like to receive one of these yourself, they are still open at the moment. please refer to THIS POST if you're interested. they just come out a bit slowly since they're lengthy.

if you liked my writing, please consider commissioning me !! it is my only source of income at the moment. i offering writing commissions such as custom character x reader fics, comfort character emails, ship fics, general fics, & more <3

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[heavenlyhoundoom]

Blood Brothers.(part 22)

(That morning, Moondrop falls asleep and dreams about getting married to Blossom, but that dream turned into a daymare as he watched Blossom grow old and eventually die.)

Moondrop: I miss you...

(Moondrop cries in silence.)

M.B: You know it doesn't have to end with her dying and spending the rest of eternity without her...

Moondrop: You're right, I can drive this stake into my heart after she dies.

(Moondrop was about to drive a stake through his chest when his bloodlust takes the stake from him.)

M.B: You know your mom and brother would be devastated if you ended your life.

Moondrop:(powerlessness) Then what am I supposed to do!?

M.B: Oh, don't play dumb, you know you can turn Blossom into a vampire!

(Moondrop stares at dream Blossoms grave and thinks about what his bloodlust is saying.)

Moondrop: You know what?

M.B: What?

Moondrop: I could...

M.B: You finally understand!

Moondrop: But, I'll only turn Blossom if she wants me to, I will not and I repeat not bite her with her permission!

M.B: Fine, but if Blossom says no and you end up outliving her, it's your fault for not taking your chance when you had the chance!

Moondrop: Fine!

(Moondrop wakes up.)

Moondrop in thought: How am I gonna ask her?

(Moondrop tries to figure how to ask her if she wants to become a vampire until he finally decided on how he'll ask.)

Moondrop in thought: (I got it, "Would you like to be together forever?")

Sundrop: What are thinking about, Moondrop?

Moondrop: Nothing, brother.

(Moondrop gets ready for his first date with Blossom.)

Sundrop in thought: (He's probably thinking about his date with Blossom.)

(Moondrop puts on a fancy, dark blue suit, and comptanplates on whether he should take off his nightcap.)

Moondrop in thought: (I should probably take off my night cap to be more formal, but I made an oath to never take it off unless I have to, I'll just keep it on.)

(Moondrop heads to the muesam, where there date is taking place, it cuts to Blossom waiting for him. Blossom is wearing a purple strapless dress.)

Blossom: I hope I look presentable.

(Blossom finishes her bag a grapes because the muesam doesn't allow food.)

Blossom: Maybe is should've eaten some carrots and walnuts to.

(It pans to Lilac and Hierophant hiding in a nearby bush, with Lilac losing her patience.)

Lilac: That's it, trying to separate Blossom and Moondrop from a distance clearly isn't working. We need to take direct action!

Hierophant: I was hoping you'd think that, now everyone!

(A vampire hunting alligator picks up Blossom.)

Blossom: Hey, what are you doing!?

Monty: We're saving you from the vampire you plan on dating.

Blossom: We're, as in there's more than one person stalking me and Moondrop!?

Hierophant: We weren't stalking you, we were trying to protect you by separating you from that monster.

Blossom: He is not a monster, put me down!

Giraffe security guard: What's going on here?

Hierophant: It's nothing, ma'am, we're just saving this opossum from becoming a vampire.

Giraffe security guard: In that case, go right ahead.

Hierophant: Thank you ma'am.

Blossom: Don't listen to them, not all vampires are blood sucking monsters!

Hierophant: She has clearly been brainwashed, we'll take her to our headquarters and fix her.

Giraffe security guard: How noble of you.

Hierophant: We're just doing our duty.

(The hunters head to their headquarters with Blossom trying to escape, they pass the Bush The Bloodmoon Elite was hiding in.)

Hierophant: (to Lilac) Now it's your turn to take action.

Lilac: Alright, Oswald.

Hierophant: (under breath) Even during our temporary alliance she still likes calling me Oswald to piss me off.

(The end of part 22)