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“Baby,” Iwaizumi sighs, attempting to use the pet name as a last ditch effort to focus, “please stop moving.”
“That’s not fair,” Oikawa whispers, “you can’t call me baby and expect me to behave.”
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says i'm his favourite, yeah, i fucking better be by raykive
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
14 Oct 2025
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"Sukuna?" he finally croaks out, eyes wide. "As in Ryomen Sukuna? He's back?"
Two heads nod like it's nothing, like Megumi isn't seconds away from exploding on the spot. His insides twist a little, and he has to put in real effort to not squeeze his legs together. Ryomen Sukuna on the track, when Megumi's the one announcing the race. His first race back in a month. He feels it before he can even begin to divert his thoughts elsewhere — a warmth between his thighs, unmistakably wet. Embarrassing. His cheeks flare pink.
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the world makes sense in your arms by accideadly
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022), Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice
14 Dec 2024
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"Any... Any position where I can see your perfect face," Lestat drawled, undeterred by Louis' subtle movements. "You must understand why I have mirrors in every room."
"You're ridiculous," Louis huffed, lovingly.
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Lestat's being annoying so Louis tries (and fails) to shut him up. (also lestat's a big baby who cries during sex and wants his hand held yippee!)
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The table is small enough, the distance between them minimal – he could do it.He should do it.
He’s going to. He touches – no, caresses Miya’s face, running his fingers over the lines of his forehead and then down to his cheek. Miya is so close that he can feel his breath on him. He watches Kiyoomi with a dreamy expression.
“Whatcha doin’, Omi?” Miya whispers. “Are we about to kiss?”
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“Crazy thought — I could fuck ya through your heat.”
“No.”
“Why not? Ya know I know how to take care of ya. I do it all the time. I know all your quirks and I’m sure as hell not clingy. I’m the perfect option.”
“Being considerate of my preferences on the court is different than ‘taking care of me’ during my heat,” Sakusa says. “You don’t know how to be a boyfriend. Not that I’d want you to be.”
"Ditto. You’re gross. But I’d still fuck ya, and it would be good. Maybe I don’t know how to be a boyfriend, but I know how to handle an omega in heat. Ain’t ever gotten any complaints, Omi.”
“Maybe not to your face.”
Atsumu is about to counter that, but he catches the shift in Sakusa’s expression — minuscule, but Atsumu knows him enough to be able to tell that he’s actually thinking about this. He thinks about it for a good twenty seconds before his tiny frown fades into a look of resignation. “I could try something different.”