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shiggyssillyworld · 2 months ago

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Hii! I'm not sure if you write gore but please can I request Sanemi and Uzui (if you only do one character per req then Uzui please) treating an injured Reader <3 Also idm if you are only comfortable with minor injuries but if you want to please could you do something pretty serious or life threatening (I love angst I'm sorry)

Alrighty I got you babes 💋‼️

TW! ⚠️

Gore and mention of life threatening situation.

A/N: I tried to make this as close to realistic or canon as possible. I also only did tengen because no matter how hard I tried to think of a good plot for the angry chihuahua I literally just couldn't 😭🙏

Summary: you were sent on a mission with them, and y'all ended up bonding quite well, but the demon y'all were after made a presence and you ended up getting injured severely. What will they do?

You stood outside of his estate, your crow had told you to come here and wait for him. This felt so strange, going on a mission with a hashira. You can't embarrass yourself you just can't. Mid thought and that's when a voice chimed in. "You know, ya don't look very flashy when you're standing there and haven't even introduced yourself..." He said his tone was teasing and filled with mockery. Although his face was boredly staring down at you.

'My my he is tall' You thought to yourself, giving him a bow out of respect "[Name] [L name], I am looking forward to this mission with you, sir!" Wow. You just made yourself look ever more stupid. "uh.. huh? Well let's make this quick shall we, We have tons of people to save and we have to do it in a flashy way!" He said like some narcissist on crack, he was flexing his muscles, and doing dramatic poses like if he didn't it'd kill him.

Now it was your turn to look at him like he was on something. "Yes of course! Flashy..." I said trying to sound just as enthusiastic but I looked normal standing next to this guy. "Now miss [L name], let's see just how well you are at keeping up, hm?" And just like that he was gone, and you felt so glad your crow already told you the direction, and that's when you yourself took off following behind him.

"You know, when I heard what a hashira was, I didn't expect them to act worse than children." I mumbled to myself as I pretty much played catch with someone the same age as me.

He laughed at what I said, and my heart froze but my body continued to move swiftly through the forest. 'Did he hear me?' I asked myself as I stared ahead of me as his much larger figure almost elegantly moved through the forest.

'I wanted to save up my stamina for the mission, but I think I'll be able to rest a little bit' I said before quickly catching up to the hashira before me. "So, I've told you my name, but you haven't told me yours." I said now completely behind the man. He turned around, he seemed a little surprised that I was now behind him but he didn't seem to say anything. "Uzui tengen! I'm the sound hashira and the flashiest!" He said continuing to even do dramatic poses in the air.

This time, it was funny and I couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness. He gave me a shocked and almost offended face. "Are you laughing at my flashiness!? You're just jealous because of how handsome I am!" He said flexing his muscles once more and I couldn't help but laugh again.

Me and tengen talked the entire time and got along very well, it was like he was my older brother. He stopped suddenly and so did I. "what's going on?.." I whispered to him, but he put his hand up as in telling me to not make a sound. He seemed to be listening intently to our surroundings.

After some time he grabbed the hilt of his sword prepared to attack and as I went to reach for mine as well, he quickly turned around and went to yell something, but I could hear was a ring in my ear, and my body go slump. I felt numb what was going on, and why couldn't I hear anything and I could barely breathe, and I was coughing out blood but from what...

Tengen with ease of course since he's hashira was able to slay the demon, he quickly ran back to your aid. But when he saw you his eyes went wide.

The demon had managed to punch into the left side of your rib, puncturing your left lung, you were struggling to breath and you were coughing blood like crazy, but you had no reaction. (Your wound is open and he can see your ribs and lung.)

He ran to your side and stared at where he had hit you. He looked around and found some sticks, and took his uniform off. He quickly slowly pulled some of your rib bones out and positioned them to normal then taking the sticks and placing them in to help support the bones before wrapping his uniform around her frame so she doesn't bleed to death. He immediately ran to the direction of the butterfly mansion, he knew it couldn't have been far he recognized these woods quite well.

After a few more minutes he had made it to shinobus estate, quickly barging in and looking for shinobu. "Shinobu!?.. where are you!!?" He called out in a panic, his eyes darting everywhere until she came into view.

"My my, what happened to her?"she asked her voice calm as usual, but she quickly turned around, her hand waving signalling him to follow, making her way to an empty room.

Uzui placed her on one of the beds, where shinobu took over and requested him to leave since she'd have to take the girl's uniform off. Uzui insisted he stay for a few minutes but finally gave in and walked out of the room.

Hours go by and uzui just couldn't stop pacing back and forth. He felt like this was his fault, he didn't even understand why he was so worked up about this, you were a regular demon slayer and it's normal for people to die through this line of work. So why..

Shinobu walked out and noticed uzuis pace, she herself was a little curious as to why he was acting so strange. "Tengen?" She called over to him. He reacted immediately and ran over there. "Is she okay!?" He said his voice filled with worry and panic.

"She's fine, make take her some time to heal but other then that she's all good!" She said reassuringly. "May I go in?" He asked his voice less strained and more relaxed. Shinobu nodded her head allowing him to enter the room.

He walked in and looked around a few times before finally entering the room and walking over to her bed. "How ya feeling, kid?" He asked sitting on a chair beside her bed.

I heard uzuis voice and perked up a little looking away from the ceiling and where he was sitting, I smiled. "Well other than the huge scar I'm gonna get, and being completely stuck in this room for a while... Better then being dead I guess!" She laughed extremely softly as to not hurt her lungs.

Uzui seemed to smile at that and nodded. "Yeah way better, you're a strong kid.. I wasn't able to see you go into battle but you survived a fatal blow and that.. is flamboyant.."

I seemed to smile a little brighter at his words. "Thank you, it's much appreciated. I'm truly sorry for not being able to help with the mission.." I apologized, my smile fading a little and my eyes darting way from his.

He placed his hand on mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze shaking his head no. "don't apologize, it wasn't your fault.. I, Myself, A hashira! Was even caught off guard with the surprise attack." He explained kinda dramatically like he was in some drama film.

"I wanna see your fighting skills one day, I want you to become my tsuguko! Don't feel pressured, think it over and when you've made your decision I'll be waiting for you at my estate! You're a damn fine slayer and you'll be a damn fine hashira too, kid!"

I couldn't contain the big smile that crossed my features and the way I looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "I'd love to!" I said immediately, I went to lift myself up, but stopped myself a little when A rush of pain shot through my chest.

"Don't move, you need to heal.." He said worriedly as he slowly helped me to lay back down, I could only admire him and his gentleness. He was different when he wasn't so up his ass..

"So when I heal, just go to your estate?" I asked him my eyes slowly closing, A small smile plastered on my face. He could only smile in return and nod. "Yep, and if I'm on a mission just inform my wives and they'll welcome you with warm hearts, they're the finest women in the world!" He said happily, I could tell he loved bragging about his wives.

I nodded and finally succumbed to sleep, my body finally relaxing....

The ending is up to y'all, whether she's just sleeping, going into a coma, OR she dies right there. Either way it's your imagination, and if someone would request one of the three endings I'd be more than happy to write about them (separately)

Anyways tootles hope you enjoyed <3

Lemme know if you'd like to be tagged in future stories!!

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lemonluvgirl · 2 years ago

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Memories

Takes place in a Canon divergent AU where Katniss was captured and hijacked instead of Peeta. Smut warning ⚠️ I've had this one on the back burner for a while and I don't think I'll ever use it. I've kinda scrapped the idea but I still love the scene so I thought I'd post it for fun anyways. Please enjoy 😉

Katniss

I kick open the door with a frustrated and completely fed up motion. I charge in, ready to lecture Johanna about taking the plunge and facing her fears and all that stupid shit she tried to sell me earlier.

“Just get in the damn tub you chicken sh--” I start to say as I clear the door and turn towards the shower/tub.

But instead of a terrified, naked, and filthy Joanna hesitating near the tub, I find something completely different. I choke out a strangled gasp, I am not prepared for the sight that greets me.

Naked.

It's the only thought that my mind can process as I blink in disbelief.

He must have been taking a bath. What had Johanna said about letting Deen take a shower in the morning since the water wasn’t working in his sector? If Deen had showered in the morning...then I guess his roommate had come to bathe in the afternoon.

Peeta.

I caught him in the middle of lifting himself out of the tub. His blond hair looks darker when it's wet, and I can’t believe for a second I never thought of that. In all the times I tried to reconstruct my memories of him, it never occurred to me. It's plastered over his forehead in damp waves. His face is in a state of total shock, eyes wide, mouth agape, cheeks flushed and rosey. He’s quite a sight.

And it's so beautiful it hurts. Something in the back of my mind starts to flicker and burn.

I want to look away, I want to run out, to save myself from the inevitable episode, but I can’t tear my eyes away. I can’t look at his face anymore though. Instead of doing the smart thing and getting the hell out, I do the opposite. My eyes snap back in his direction. I look at him again. All of him.

Thick muscular arms poised on the edge of the tub, lifting his large strong body, and holding it suspended like my mind, caught in this moment that seems to stretch on and on.

I look. I stare. I gawk.

I ogle him.

My eyes follow the path the drops of water are taking as they slide down his firm chest and stomach. His skin is pale, much lighter than my own. There is blond hair, very light and almost invisible that changes the path of the water as it trails down his skin. I can’t stop my eyes following that descent, down and down over his chest, his torso, his stomach and hips…

Down to the place where my ravenous eyes meet what I've been wondering about ever since he told me some of the memories were real. His flesh twitches under the weight of my survey of his body. Dark blond curls with an almost copper tint make my hands tremble in response. I can’t remember if the hair felt soft or not under my fingertips.

What had it been like? To touch him? Surely it couldn’t have been all bad, based on the frequency he once told me about. Why do something that much unless there was some good in it? I feel like an idiot for wanting to find out. My head feels like it's splitting open, yet I can’t tear my eyes away.

He begins to harden under my gaze, and it should shock me, or even disgust me. I’m not even sure what about this scenario he finds erotic. I’m still fully clothed. I admit to myself that I’m surprised at his reaction, but I’m not afraid. There's this feeling in the air I can't quite describe, but it isn't the usual animosity that crackles about me when he’s near, or anything close to it. Neither of us has said a word or moved an inch. He’s staring at me, waiting for me to do something, say something. But my eyes catch on his left leg. The one that ends in a stump of amputated flesh just above the knee. There is something about that...something…. I know I’m not afraid or repulsed. It's the opposite? Maybe? I feel my heart beat haphazardly and a deep low throbbing pulse starts in my lower abdomen. I wonder incredulously for a moment why the sight of this part of him affects me more than all the muscles and thickening...

But all I can think about is….

They never twisted the image of his fully naked body in my mind. They had never found a body double to fool me with. His eyes and shoulders, hands, and lips, yes. They had taken everything I’d confessed that I found attractive about him on tape and turned it against me. They had focused on the surface images, the things most noticeable. But not the rest of his naked body. After all, how does one describe every inch and dip and curve of a former lover? I could probably sit and stare at his naked form all day and still not find the right words to sum him up. And right now I’m looking at the trademark blonde hair on his head. I’m not caught up in his riptide blue gaze. I’m drinking in the rest of him with my eyes.

I hadn’t counted on it liking this much.

That was the problem. My brain was short firing off against the images, and the words associated with them.

Fuck, and screw, and rut, and all the other words that they had drilled into my brain. Their words. Making my memories feel cheap and disgusting. I can still recall their insults, ringing in my ears as I tried to get a grasp on this moment. Those words felt like they didn’t fit when I looked at him. The thing they told me he and I had done when we were together, that we fucked, it felt…inadequate to describe what was simmering in the back of my mind. I didn’t know if it was because the truth was much better or much worse than what they had tried to brainwash me into believing. I couldn't picture it even though he was here in the flesh, naked and hard for me, and getting harder by the second.

My mouth felt suddenly dry. That feeling between my legs had grown quickly from a throbbing pulse to an achy insistent drumbeat pounding away inside of me with the rhythm of my own heart. I felt a little dazed.

My eyes refocused, I opened my mouth to say something, and his hand slipped on the edge of the tub. I lunged forward before he could faceplant on the hard tile.

I took the brunt of his weight when we fell, even though he tried to put his arms out to catch himself.

I got the wind knocked out of me. He seemed to be in shock. His blue eyes boring into mine incredulously. I looked away as I tried to breathe. Finally, I gasped and took in a lungful of air. He noticed he was crushing me, and scrambled to get up.

But my hands wrapped around him of their own accord, stopping his escape. I deliberately trapped him on top of me.

The delicious heat of his body, and the weight of him over me, it felt of all things in that one moment….familiar.

I held him to me, pressed him back down onto my chest, as I wrapped my hands around him, caging him to me in a way that made my mind and body shiver. The tile felt cool and cold against my back through the gray jumpsuit. But the front half of my body felt like it was on fire. But it was a good kind of heat, an intoxicating kind, like white liquor scorching through my veins. And I was only too happy to burn at that moment.

Familiar…

So familiar…

What a wondrous word. What a feeling. After weeks of searching and failing and seizing and fighting and drinking and failing some more, finally...this.

I abandoned all caution, said not a word in explanation as I let my hands run free over the expanse of his back, his sides, his ass, down and down, until I was brushing my hands over the back of his thighs.

When I felt the end of his left leg under my fingertips, he flinched. But it did something to me. It changed things. And suddenly I knew. They had never faked this. The other one, NotPeeta, hadn't been so committed to his role that he had let them cut off his leg.

This was real.

My mind and my body both felt it. The war that had been raging inside me stilled, like a moment of peace when the eye of the storm passed overhead.

And suddenly I didn’t want to lose it, this feeling. I want to keep it and turn it over and look at it and figure it out. I wanted to swim in it for hours and days. I wanted more.

And want changed from desire to need.

So I gently caressed the end of the leg he had lost because of me. And with my other hand I pressed his hips down into mine. And with my mouth I started trailing sloppy, wet, hungry kisses across his chest.

“Wha???” Was his only startled reply. But I proactively cut off his questions as I lifted my hips and bucked into him. Eliciting a deep strangled groan from his throat. I liked the way it sounded. So I started kissing that too, his neck, his jaw, his collarbone.

And it was like being in two places at once, or in my case in the moment that it was happening and also reliving things in my mind. There were memories that were not linear or sequential or even intact. No, these were like tattered pieces of old maps, knit together with images and words to try and form a coherent picture. In my mind I had a bird’s eye view of an image that was too large, too monumental, and too haphazardly pieced together to take in at once. It confounded me….

But the feelings, they shot up and unfurled before my mind like fireworks, bursting into a million pieces and raining down over me.

I felt him, breathed him in, tasted him...

I remembered.

I knew him again.

The texture of the skin of his back underneath my hands. The lines of his body as he pressed into mine. The way he smelled right after a shower. Clean and fresh but still masculine and a bit earthy like the species he used to use when baking.

Oh...baking….I remembered that too.

Cinnamon and dill and lemon zest and anise and so many others, on his clothes, on the collars of his shirts because he’d always wipe his hands on the back of his neck when he finished putting the finishing touches on a recipe.

Not Peeta had never smelled as good as the real thing I realized.

I licked the hollow of the real Peeta’s neck as he moaned against my hair, and it felt like triumph. His breaths were short and ragged against my ear. He was so hard now, I could feel him all steel and hot heaviness against the top of my thigh.

I didn’t want him against my thigh.

I wanted him...I wanted to know, to remember what it felt like….I parted my legs to allow him to settle between them. He seemed startled by my shifting positions to allow him access to the space in my center. I countered his trepidation with a well placed roll of my hips. He hissed as if in pain and screwed his eyes shut for a second, as he panted.

I was wet, sopping actually, after that. It would be humiliating if he weren’t so hard.

He was ready, so was I.

It was a quick decision, but a sure one. I reached down between us and shoved my pants and underwear down my body, as far as my arms could reach without unseating him.

But he broke the unspoken rule and said something then.

“Katniss? What are we doing? What is this?” He asked in an incredulous voice. I searched my mind for an answer, anything really that would make sense. How could I tell him I was actually trying to make sense of things I didn’t understand and this was part of that?

“It's….whatever we want it to be... I...I remembered something. I remembered...more than just one something. I remembered it felt good to have you. That….that feeling. I want to have it again.” I finally managed to get the words out, but they were so stilted, so vague, I wasn’t sure they had any effect or gave any real answers.

“It's too dangerous. You could have an attack-” He began to say, his brow crinkled in worry as he tried to lean away, and I bit my bottom lip. I wrapped my leg around his complete one to stop him from leaving. I didn’t want to stop because of fear. Fear owns everything in me these days. And I didn’t want this moment, this feeling to be one of them.

“My head feels calm. Peaceful for the first time in weeks. It's my body that’s on fire now…” I tell him and he inhales a sharp breath.

“Shit, don’t say things like that…” He replies, his fortitude waning. His eyes locked on my mouth.

“Why not? It's true. That’s what you wanted isn't it? For me to be able to be calm around you again? To be able to touch you….” I ask as I run my hands up and down his naked skin. It makes him shiver.

“I didn’t want...not like this, not out of nowhere. You can barely stand to look me in the eye sometimes!” He exhales loudly, but doesn’t pull away. If anything he leans into my touch.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. It helped me, seeing...everything else, the rest of you. It helped me remember…” I say as I massage the end of his severed leg gently. There is scar tissue there, I can feel it underneath the surface of the skin. That is familiar too. And it makes me want him all the more.

“What do you remember?” He asks cautiously. His eyes are full of trepidation but also a longing so fierce I can feel my body respond readily to that look as more wetness seeps out of me. I exhale shakily and grin, because if he was hoping to be dissuaded he should have asked a different question.

“How it felt to have you on top of me, your body over mine.” The words made him dig reflexively into me, and I arched against him. He looked slightly embarrassed at his overtly sexual response to my words but I wasn’t. This was good, I decided. And I kept going.

“The smell of your skin. The taste of it. The way we fit together. The way your eyes used to close shut so tight when I was on top….” I trailed off as he slammed his eyes closed, as if he was trying to ward off the memory. He groaned when I pressed my palm flat along his spine to keep him flush against me.

“How warm I was when we were together. The feeling of your hips moving with mine. The way you tasted in my mouth….all of you…” I whispered the last part in his ear and I felt him jerk above me, I responded by digging my nails into his shoulder blades to hold him to me.

“Holy fuck...Katniss…” He murmured against my lips, desperate and pleading. For me to keep going or to stop, I didn’t know. I didn’t think he knew either. Then his eyes flew open, and he sucked in a breath.

“I can’t! What if you get hurt? Just because I couldn’t keep it in my pants-” He began angrily chastising himself before we’d even done anything. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He pulled back slightly, supporting more of his weight with his forearms on either side of me, readying to lift himself off me.

I decided I’d had enough of the arguing. While he had been trying to talk himself out of it, I‘d been working my underwear and pants further down my body until I had enough leeway to widen my leg’s position.

He was hard enough and I was wet enough, I knew this instinctively. Even if I didn’t exactly remember everything about the sex we used to have clearly, I knew enough of the basics. So when I raised my hips up in a spectacular display of accurate positioning and wanton recklessness, he realized a little too late what my goal was. I took him half inside me with one thrust of my hips against his. He gasped deliciously at the same time I did.

Then, he cursed long and hard, as he struggled to keep still. I lay panting underneath him, trying to get accustomed to the feeling of being filled again. He was stretching me, and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. It almost made me want to laugh at all the times Johanna called me a quasi-virgin since my experiences and partners were so limited. Maybe she had been right in a way. I certainly felt tight and tense from underuse or maybe anxiousness.

I really didn’t know how long it had been since the last time I’d had sex. Probably a good while. At least since before I got captured. I could probably ask him, and maybe he’d actually tell me, when this was over.

But then again, maybe it didn’t really matter. All I really cared about in this exact moment was the feeling of him filling me.

I rocked against him a little and he gasped. Then, as if sensing the battle was pretty much lost, he relented and finally pushed himself all the way in, with a half pleased, half frustrated groan. Then it was my turn to gasp again as he hit home deep within me. He swallowed the noise as his lips crashed over mine. I was only afraid of kissing him for half a second, because the sensation when he began to move his hips took over completely. I felt him, in me so deep. I lifted up to meet his thrusts, once and I began to see stars, twice and I moaned like an exquisitely wounded creature, thrice and I shattered completely.

The feeling was wonderfully annihilating.

“Fuck, you’re coming! Oh...shit...it's been too damn long-'' He managed to choke the words out as I gripped him relentlessly, my internal muscles spasming hard and fast. He sputtered on his words, even his groans came out broken, they died out in his throat as I moaned and gasped under him. It was intense, so intense, my orgasm seemed almost aggressive, even to me. I was thoroughly surprised when he managed to hang no and not finish. But I could tell by the way his body was shaking that he had just barely held back.

He stopped moving entirely, even held my hips still so I couldn’t move. I whimpered under him and I hated the horribly weak sound as soon as it escaped. But he just hushed me and hugged me to his chest with one arm while he was still propped up and keeping most of his weight off me with the other.

“I don’t want this to be over in five minutes.” He tells me in a soft voice as he bends to rest his forehead on mine.

I breathe against him deeply, trying to find a way to tell him that’s actually what I need. I don’t want to give my mind time to override my body and trigger a flash. I don’t want time to over think. I just want to feel him, because right now feeling him is unlocking things I thought I’d lost forever.

“Peeta,” I say with a shaky breath, and he tenses, even his name on my lips causes him to shudder inside of me, “don’t stop. I want to remember. I don’t want to give it time for the shiny memories to catch up. I need….please.” I beg, and close my eyes to try and rid myself of the embarrassment from having to ask.

“Darling,” He breathes against my lips and I gasp quietly, I hadn’t remembered that endearment. But it too sounded familiar. I reveled in the sweet knowledge of it. Tucking it away, this thing that was both old and new to me.

“Whatever you need. Always.” He tells me before capturing my mouth again and stroking me with his tongue, as he simultaneously started stroking inside of me in deep, slow motions. I sucked the kisses from his lips, wondering if this might be the only way I’d be able to kiss him now. Only during sex? When I was distracted and my brain overridden by endorphins, probably.

He was a good kisser. I thought absentmindedly, as his tongue coaxed mine into dancing with his for a few moments before his building rhythm had me panting and shuddering underneath him. He groaned, and adjusted his angle, so that his pelvic bone hit me just right.

I moan, louder than before and he curses as he sucks on a tender spot near the pulse point on my neck. I smile, as hazy memories of him cursing surge up, and crash over me as he drives me on. It's strange, the way I automatically lent myself to his lead. But I didn’t think I have ever felt so safe. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt secure like this.

And that was the thought that pushed me over. I fell, swiftly and completely unraveled around him. I was further undone by the ease and familiarity he displayed with my body as he moved in time with my climax, drawing out my pleasure and multiplying it. It shook off the ever present shadows of doubt and hopelessness in that moment until I was weightless and unburdened. I sucked in a deep shuddering breath, like I usually did after they resuscitated me during a waterboarding session. But this time my lungs didn’t ache, I didn’t vomit up a liter of water, and the only slightly alarming moisture on my face came from a few tiny drops that fell from his blond bangs as he rocketed between my thighs, shouting his own release above me.

I sheltered him in my arms as he finished, relishing the way his lashes fluttered delicately against his cheeks which was at odds with the way he had gritted his teeth while in his throes. Finally he calmed, and we lay quietly, the only sounds being our ragged breathing and our thundering heartbeats.

He opened his eyes, very close to my own. And I felt like someone shot me through the heart.

His eyes were so incredibly blue. They were like nothing I’d ever seen before. And without a speck of green in sight.

I leaned up and kissed him softly. This amazingly, caused him to choke out a quiet sob that he immediately tried to muffle and tramp down. But his face was so close to mine I could see the moisture welling up around the rim, and spilling over his bottom lashes. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, soothingly, unsure what to do or say. I didn’t really understand why I had brought on these tears. I for one felt incredible.

But maybe I had been different? Maybe it wasn’t like before? Maybe it wasn’t any good…

The ugly dark claws of the doubt and guilt I had had a moment’s respite from, slammed back into me.

“I’m sorry...if it wasn’t….I don’t know...maybe I’ve changed-” I began in a slightly humiliated whisper that bordered on anger.

“What? Katniss, no. Don’t think that for a second! You’re perfect, so perfect. I’m...I’m just happy. Sorry for acting like an idiot and a-a-”

I leaned up and kissed him again, not wanting to know what insult he’d use on himself. I was just relieved I hadn’t monumentally screwed up the first time I had sex since my brain got scrambled. He kissed me back softly, and discreetly withdrew from my body. But he didn’t break the kiss or try to leave. He just kept kissing me like he never wanted to stop even though we were both more than satisfied.

The kiss was more than gratification, more than hunger, it was like sealing something profound.

Which was ironic considering I’d pretty much just jumped him without warning and we’d ended up screwing on the bathroom floor.

Which uhhhh now that I thought about it… wow. How did that even happen? And what the heck was wrong with me? I’d been spending way too much time with Joanna.

“You must be cold. We should get off this floor.” He said with a slightly concerned smile when he finally broke away. He reached out with his hand tentatively and stroked down the side of my cheek with the back of his knuckle. I closed my eyes. He had done this before too.

There was another memory wrapped up in that motion. It was peaceful and content and heartbreakingly sweet….

I could almost feel the silk of the sheets beneath me, almost recall the lingering scent of our sex hanging in the air...

Then again, we’d just had sex in this room. So maybe my sense of smell wasn’t harkening back to old remnants of memories. The tile was a little hard on my back, and cold. I blinked away the foggy reminiscence and smiled back up at him. It was like his heart was in his eyes at that moment. He was so beautiful. But he had just enough masculine features to also be handsome. It was strange. Actually being able to look at him up close after not being able to look at him for so long. I wondered when my mind would switch back into hijacked mode. If the chemicals my body produced because of our sex was currently keeping the shiny memories at bay, like the morphling did when they showed me tapes of our past, how long did I have before it all caught up with me? I reached up my own hand to caress his cheek.

And the action felt bizarrely more intimate than what we’d just done minutes before. Our gazes locked, and he seemed to be searching for something again. I didn’t know what he was looking for. Maybe he had his own blue sky that always seemed just out of reach. We both started to say something at exactly the same moment, when the door banged open.

“Brainless, I forgot to mention Loverboy’s gonna come by later-” She starts to yell loudly as she turns toward the tub.

Her eyes catch on us wrapped up together on the floor. He’s naked and I’ve got my pants around my ankles. But at least he’s still covering my naked half with his own body, and Johanna’s eyes light up with a wild manic glee.

“Well I guess he already came.” She says with an evil smirk. Peeta makes a kind of odd croaking sound, but doesn’t seem to be able to speak. Johanna, seeing our obvious discomfort, begins to laugh her head off.

“Jo, get the hell out of here!” I scream at her when she doesn’t budge from the spot after laughing for a full 10 seconds.

“I knew this would happen! I called it!” She yells in triumph when I’m about 5 seconds away from getting up and kicking her ass not caring about being half naked. But then she just winks over at Peeta, and with a very pointed last glance at his bare ass, she turns around and leaves.

“That couldn’t have gone worse.” He says with a groan as he finally rolls away and lifts himself up on shaky arms to sit by the tub. I hurriedly pull up my underwear and pants with mild embarrassment. He rubs his right arm a little, and I realize then that his arms are probably sore, since he had to put most of his weight on them during our entire encounter. I flush at my own thoughtlessness. Without his prosthetic it must have been hell on his good knee. And yet I hadn’t even noticed anything amiss with his rhythm during the whole encounter.

“Here,” I say as I reach over and grab his prosthetic and hand it to him.

“Thanks,” He says gratefully. I watch in fascination as he fits it to his leg.

I go to the counter to grab his neatly folded up clean jumpsuit and towel and when I turn around to hand it to him he’s already standing and staring at me.

Well...now things are just awkward. And he’s still naked. I blush like an idiot even though we just had sex. I quickly handed him his clothes and towel without meeting his eyes.

“I need to change too,” I say looking down at my jumpsuit, which is now wet all along the front where he was pressed against me.

“Oh, yesh sorry about-” He says in a slightly awkward, slightly amused tone.

“Not your fault,” I interrupt before I bolt out of the bathroom.

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Treachery

Kakashi x reader

After a night together, Kakashi is appointed to watch over the woman he wants while she fucks the feudal lord’s cousin. How does one handle his own desires?

Summary: Jealous Kakashi?? Lots of things happen i don’t even know

⚠️WARNINGS: ANGST. SMUT. NonCon. Rape is the actual word Guys this got dark... I don’t know how I got here but this can be triggering, I mean it. so please don’t read if you feel it might you know trigger you.

AN: I listened to Roxanne Tango while writing this so that’s the mood.

WC: 2000+

You stared at the water running down the sink as you let the sound calm your guilt. The shadow of Kakashi's bodyheat on your skin still felt good, the tingle of his dick between your legs still felt good, the moans you let out last night echoed like a blessing. You didn't remember ever feeling that way. Maybe it wasn't all a mistake. You washed your face with the cold water hoping it would erase last night's tears.

"I do think you're the most beautiful woman on the planet" he had said. You smirked, but a feeling of longing and nostalgia took over you again. If you could, you'd stay in that moment forever. You'd stay in Kakashi's arms forever. You'd promise yourself to him forever. To be protected and cherished and-

Someone knocked on your door.

"Akihiko-sama is calling for you YN-san"

Right. There was work to be done. No time for romantic fantasies. The servants dressed you up and got you ready.

Kakashi woke up to the sound of the dress sliding on your skin. He couldn't fall asleep after saying goodnight, after hearing you cry. What had he done wrong? He didn't realize he had hurt you, he thought he didn't. Not with the way you moaned his name. But then again he had asked you to say his name. Maybe he had pushed you into having sex with him.

"You all see me as some sort of candy..."

He didn't. He genuinely didn't see you as candy. You were smart and funny, and sexy and kind and-...

OH FUCK!

A smile had grown on his face as he thought of you; of the softness of your skin. But you didn't know how he felt about you, you didn't know he wasn't some other jerk that wanted to eat you out. Well, he wanted to eat you out. And he had. More than once, actually. But that WASN'T the point. You were awesome and Kakashi wanted you to know that, and yesterday he probably failed because you were crying, when you finished you were crying, and he didn't want you to feel like an object or something, he wasn't Akihiko.

He watched you get ready from afar. You looked so lovely. You were so beautiful. He wanted to touch you. To run his fingers through your hair again. But the distance between you reminded him that you were about to walk into someone else's arms. His heart broke a little or a lot but he would never admit it.

"YN..." you heard Kakashi's voice as you walked down the hall, "I just want you to know that I've never seen you as a... slut."

You smiled trying to contain a tear. You longed for him. You longed for him so bad...

"Kakashi," you whispered, smiling tenderly, "you're not helping."

His stomach twitched, that was not what he intended, so maybe a change of strategy.

"Sorry YN-san... what would Genma-san say in this situation?" his voice went playfully formal.

"Mmmh... probably something like 'don't let him eat you out and save something for later or something."

You heard Kakashi laugh over the comm "Oh Genma..." he sighed, "Very well then. Make sure you save something for me, YN," Kakashi's voice softened as he whispered those words.

I wish I could save all for you.

You shook off the thought and laughed at Kakashi's response instead. "I'll do my best."

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"You send for me, Akihiko-sama?" you said to the lord as you bowed.

"What's with the formality, YN-chan? I've told you you don't have to use the honorific." he kissed you and grabbed your chin to make you look at him, "I was thinking... Yn-chan... I feel like I can really trust you. I want to take our relationship to another level" Akihiko grabbed your hands gently, he seemed excited, "I have something for you," the daimyo's cousin turned around to get it.

"I hope it's not a ring," Kakashi joked over the com, trying to ease himself.

Akihiko turned with a jeweled 'thing' in his hands.

"A knife," you whimpered, smiling. Your eyes widened. This was taking you completely by surprise.

Kakashi stood still. His heart started beating faster. His body instinctively went on alert.

Have we been discovered?

"It-... seems sharp," you giggled nervously trying to keep it cool.

"It is. I prepared it for you," The daimyo's seductive voice frightened you. He passed the knife over your skin and pressed the tip gently. You whimpered. Your heartbeat raced. This time you were not pretending to be scared.

Have we been discovered? Is he going to kill me? Should I fight back? Play it cool play it cool. You don't know... He can't know... Don't risk it...

"Yes," the daimyo said with his slithering voice, almost a moan. "I love the way you whimper. Do it again for me," he pressed the tip into your skin hard. You whimpered louder.

"YN are you ok?" you heard Kakashi's worried voice over the com.

"You know YN-chan, red is my favorite color," and he pressed the tip of the knife deeper into your skin until you started bleeding. A light cry escaped your lips.

"YN, should I get you out of there?" Kakashi was resisting the impulse to rescue you with all that was left of his will.

You were in SHOCK. You couldn't understand what was happening. You didn't know if you were in danger or if he was just playing. You tried to search for your options but your brain couldn't think. In any case, it was better if Kakashi didn't show his face, "Ground..." you hesitated for a moment, "Ground me," you said adamantly.

Kakashi froze. She's gonna go through with this. "YN are you crazy?!"

You closed your eyes and repeated, "Ground me." Those were the code words for 'Stand your ground. Do not intervene.'

Akihiko heard your words and went crazy. He slowly undressed you contemplating your body and all the spots that would look sexy scared. "Whimper for me," He ran the knife down your back making tiny cuts all over. Getting harder with each of your cries.

He got to the bottom of your ass, the point where the leg starts. "Bend over."

Kakashi bit his tongue so hard it started bleeding.

You did as instructed and placed yourself at the corner of the bed, your chest on the soft silk sheets and your knees on the floor.

The blade was cold and wet with your blood, he ran it down your back to your ass and spanked you with it but you didn't make a sound. This was not pleasing or enjoyable, it was rather humiliating and you'd had enough pretending you enjoyed it, swallowing the shame of knowing Kakashi was hearing everything.

"Wasn't it strong enough YN-chan?" he laughed "oh you get me so well, I like you so much" and he hit you harder. "Come on, let me hear those pretty moans of yours" so with your jaw clenched you did as instructed, again. "That's better, honeypot, you make me so hard. You look so beautiful".

You felt the tip of the blade running down your butt, he got to its inner corner almost where it turns into the leg and he pressed hard with a swift movement.

A choked scream. That cut was deep. You knew you wouldn't be able to sit if you didn't take care of the wound as soon as possible. Blood started running down your leg.

You felt his humid tongue licking it.

Come on, girl, come on!! MOVE!!

A voice inside you screamed. But your body wasn't responding.

"You're so beautiful YN-chan," he said as he pressed gentle kisses on your butt. "You, bleeding for me... it's like I'm taking your virginity away," and he ran the tip of his fingers smoothly over your cuts. "Red suits you,"

Kakashi stood his ground with a lump in his throat. Why did you have to put yourself through this??!! All of this!!?? There were other ways to carry on missions.

His guts were boiling. He leaned on the tree and started punching it impulsively, trying to release the rage... and the pain... and the impotence. He could do nothing for you but wait. Again. He felt so fucking powerless.

You pressed your face to the bed, resisting the need to cry. A tear escaped your eye. You felt Akihiko's hand petting your head. You didn't want to look at him. You could barely move, "I love it when we meet like this... vulnerable," he said. You turned to see him. He was looking at you tenderly. He wiped your tear.

You are a fucking twisted man. Kakashi thought. You were thinking it too.

Akihiko ran his fingers down your butt and to your folds to start touching you.

"Will you get wet for me, honeypot?"

A few tears slowly ran down your cheeks without you being able to stop them. You softly and unwillingly nodded. He inserted his fingers in you pulling in and out and once you were a little wet he placed himself over you.

"Ground me," you said one last time, and turned the com off. It was humiliating enough as it was.

Kakashi went mad. His usual cold attitude fled him. He was alone with no one to watch him. His jaw clenched, his fist clenched. He punched the tree again and again and again.

NO, NO NO NO. DAMN IT!!! DAMN YOOOUUU!!!

He fell down on the grass and tossed his now bloody hands through his hair, pulling it firmly, resisting the urge to run to you. This whole mission had been about resisting. Resisting touching you, resisting kissing you, resisting hearing you with someone else, and now he was resisting the need to save you. He had failed at resisting all the other things, the things he actually should've. He wasn't sure he could go through with it. He wanted to keep you safe so fucking bad...

She's a jonin, she can handle herself.

A voice inside him tried to calm him down.

We should've left... we should've left...

He sobbed, defeated.

Akihiko came inside you. He was stained with your blood all over his body.

The friction of each thrust opened your cuts more and your entire skin felt burning. You were losing enough blood to make you dizzy.

He laid beside you and looked you in the eyes. "You're beautiful, YN-chan. You please me like no other. I finally feel I'm naked..." he started sobbing and kissed your forehead, holding you close.

You couldn't stop the tears running down your cheeks. How could you pretend you didn't care about the abuses you had to go through to fulfill each mission? All the things you had to say yes to even when you didn't want to. How did this happen? all of this? this life, this job, this fear of loving and being loved back? when did your own worth start depending on being lusted over? when did you turn into a whore? Why?

You felt you were nothing but a piece of meat having to fulfill other people's desires. You realized that from all the things you had done, you didn't know what you liked and didn't like. You never questioned... anything really. You just did what had to be done. But this was crossing the line. Even without your "Kakashi mistake" this was way more than you could handle. It had been more than you could handle. Why didn't you stop him? Why didn't you do anything? You're a jonin for Kami's sake!!!

Akihiko's warm breathing was on your neck. You could hardly contain your nausea.

You went back to your room to treat your wounds as soon as he fell asleep.

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"Kakashi what the fuck are you doing here!!!???"

Kakashi stood up quickly and ran towards you, his face was pale and worried. "Are you ok? You turned your com off and I needed to check-" his hands were about to reach your face.

"-Get out of here!! If anyone finds us we'll be dead!!" you said as you pushed his hands away from you.

"I needed to see if you were ok..." he stared at you concerned.

"Well, I am," you stated dryly, "Now get out before you get us killed," and turned your back on him to get a pot with water.

"Did he find out we...- YN, you're bleeding," he gasped.

"I know."

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'll be fine." Your hands tried to carry the water but it was too heavy for you and everything looked blurry. The dizziness you had from losing so much blood got worse and you almost fell to your side.

"Let me help you." Kakashi helped you stand.

You needed to be alone. Never feeling that ashamed and vulnerable, you didn't want anyone seeing you like this, especially Kakashi, but you didn't find it in you to go against him. He helped you undress and you couldn't control the lump in your throat. It was too tight, too big to swallow. And you couldn't hold it any longer.

Kakashi sat on the corner of the bed and cleaned your wounds tenderly feeling broken as he listened to you cry. This wasn't over and seeing you like this only made it worse. The rage and the impotence still dominated him. If he killed Akihiko you could finish the mission and calmly go back to Konoha. Problem solved. But of course, it had to be the Daimyo's cousin and not some random jerk he could kill without consequences.

What does someone have to have in his head to do something so perverse?

Where was the line between protecting you and helping you accomplish the mission?

He heard you weep. He didn't know what to say or how to make you feel better so he just took his glove off and grabbed your hand, caressing its back with his thumb.

"I... I need to... treat this," you felt the blood running down your thigh.

You focused your chakra on the wound and started healing it from inside.

"Yn... I... am so sorry," he hadn't let go of your hand, "I'm so sorry..." he said holding his own tears. How could he be such a bad comrade? Obito would be so disappointed. He was so disappointed.

You sat on the bed next to Kakashi once the wound on your leg stopped bleeding. Your legs felt weak, your arms felt weak, your heart felt weak, your head was numb.

"He didn't find out," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Kakashi put his arms around you to hold you tight.

So he's just a PERVERT FUCKING PSYCHO.

He pressed a gentle kiss on your head and tried to figure out what to do. He wanted to take you out of there, but doing so would mean not completing the mission and if Akihiko ended up betraying the daimyo and started a revolt it would be on your shoulders. If he hadn't discovered you two, that meant you could still save the mission but he didn't think he could stand one more night of...- NO. He had ONE mission: protecting you. He was clearly failing.

His brain kept going over the possibilities for hours, he didn't notice falling asleep.

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"Yn-chan? I woke up and you were -" Akihiko peeked through your door only to find Kakashi's arms around your naked body...

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Well here it is. I didn’t know I had this level of fucked up ideas in my head but well... I’m sorry Kakashi, I’m sorry YN. This clearly got out of hand.

If you got this far. Thankyou for reading. I love you.

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