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ayyy-pee · 10 months ago

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Pairing: Outlaw!Suguru Geto x Female Reader Genre: Western AU WC: 8.7k Summary:

“Gettin’ train tickets ain’t easy. Where ya headed?” “Just a few towns over. Goin’ to visit family,” you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud. It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If you’ll let him. “What about you?” His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? “Me?” You nod quickly. “I know you’re…” You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, “...an outlaw.”

Story Warning: Train robbery, hostage situation, lying and scheming, profanity bc bitch it's me??, dub-con, Suguru has a corruption kink, needy downbad Suguru, "virgin" reader, guns, smut, blowjob, riding, fingering, spit, thinking about spitting, i love spit, dirty fantasies, titty sucking probably, using ropes, hair pulling (lmfaooooo), threats of violence, dirty talk, inexperienced reader, spit!, overstimulation, humiliation kink, Suguru is kinda pathetic, actually real pathetic, don't get your hopes up idk

Artist Credit: @/tsumusbeloved (on twitter)

A/N: FINALLYYYYY. This has been sitting in my drafts for like 3 months!!! I hope yall enjoy!!!

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It’s the shrill screech of the metal meeting metal on the train tracks that Suguru enjoys most about his work. How this massive tank of metal carrying so many people can just fly across the country, providing beautiful views of miles and miles of desert sands and mountains. The wildlife roams free on the frontier without a care in the world. And the train just keeps going, filling the sky with thick curls of black smoke.

Yeah, this train has many people on it.

Which means, this train has plenty of goods that will soon be his.

“Ah, you dropped your hat, boss.” A smooth voice speaks behind Suguru, holding open the train door as one other clambers in. Suguru kindly grabs his hat from the man, placing it atop his head as he watches his partner take the last person’s hand, lifting them inside.

It’s a woman, small and with strawberry blonde hair. She grabs onto the man before her. The disgust is clear on her face as her eyes roam along his body.

“Couldn’t pick another day to wear no shirt, Larue?” She complains, spreading a small cloud of dust as she brushes her clothes off.

Larue shrugs, chuckling lightly while he closes the train door. The rushing roar of the winds finally subsides. “It’s hot as all hell outside, Manami. Why not be shirtless? Besides, it gives everyone something spectacular to gawk at.” He motions towards his chest where his new set of ink lies – two hearts, one where each of his nipples are.

“A drunken bet gone right, if you ask me,” Larue had said the night after. “They’re gonna love these at the whorehouse.”

“If you two’re finished…” Suguru begins. Both Larue and Manami straighten up. “I wanna get in ‘n outta here. No funny business. Larue, take the back of the train. Better for you to be there in case the conductor gets any ideas. Grab what ‘ya can get your hands on – jewels, shoes, money. Don’t matter.” Suguru taps his chin in thought, running through his mental list to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. “Oh! And don’t forget to check the bars for any spoons or forks. Y’know what that silver’s worth. Me ‘n Manami will take the front of the train.”

Larue nods, no further instruction needed and Manami smiles next to him excitedly. She quickly shuffles over to Suguru’s side, looping her arm through his and Suguru rolls his eyes before slipping his arm out of her hold. Manami shoots him a pouty look before she quickly recovers, folding her arms over her chest.

“Alright, Boss. I’m ready.” She says with a hushed tone. Larue gives one more nod before he turns around and heads the opposite way. He slides the door slightly ajar, peering inside and just after he enters and the door has been shut and locked, Suguru and Manami hear the muffled shrieks of the passengers in the car.

“Hands in the fucking air! This is a stick up!”

Suguru peers down at Manami who is already staring up at him with eager eyes. And it takes everything in Suguru to not roll his eyes in response. She really gets on his last nerve.

‘I gotta get rid of her after this one,’ he thinks as he moves past the woman and into the opposite end of the train.

He slips through the door, closing it quietly behind Manami once she’s in. No one bothers to look up when they come in and Suguru counts his lucky stars that this will be easier than he anticipated. They make their way along the aisle, offering soft smiles to the passengers that happen to look up as they pass. Suguru thinks there’s nothing but a bunch of carefree monkeys too relaxed and stupid as all hell on this train. They don’t even know what’s coming and if they know what’s good for them, they won’t bother to fight back when they find out.

He lets Manami do the work of maintaining a mental checklist of every item worth its salt in this train car. This is where he’ll leave Manami to do her part. Then Suguru will take the final car where the stragglers usually reside. Larue is already taking care of everything in the back. When he’s done, he’ll pile up all the goods in an empty car and then make his rounds to grab what Manami and Suguru collect.

When they reach the end of the current car, Suguru turns to Manami who is already reaching into her blouse. She beams, eyes locked on Suguru as she slowly pulls out a pretty little Colt’s revolver. Her lips pull up at the corners, a sly grin on her face. If it’s meant to be alluring to Suguru, it’s not working. In fact it’s having the opposite effect. It’s so annoying, the way her pupils dilate when she looks at him. It’s only been a few months since Manami joined their group, but it’s only getting worse for Suguru. She spends half her time trying to seduce him and failing. And it’s not that Manami is unattractive. She’s a very beautiful woman, but she’s not exactly Suguru’s type.

He’s looking for someone a bit more…inexperienced when it comes to this life of crime. Someone he can mold into his ideal woman, untouched by the roughness that west has to offer. Manami has been doing this for far too long, and already has habits that consistently get under Suguru’s skin. She’d never interest him that way.

The pink haired woman flashes Suguru her gun, pointing her chin towards the last car as a signal for him to go on. Suguru nods, spinning on his heel and heading towards his destination. And just in time too, because he hears the door on the other end of the train car close and he knows Larue has finished and has come to assist Manami.

The train car slides shut behind Suguru right as he hears the passengers scream in the car behind him. It’s louder than the first instance and catches the attention of the passengers in his car who now stare at him with wide eyes, mouths agape like a sea of fish.

Suguru rubs the nape of his neck, frowning. Then, offering a goofy grin, he mutters, “Ah well…” He reaches behind him, wrapping his nimble fingers around the cool, wooden handle tucked into his waistband. He whips out his revolver, the sun glaring off of the fancy gold weapon as Suguru aims it at the passengers who all shriek in terror. The women clutch their jewels. The men hold onto their women. And Suguru? He laughs raucously before he barks out, “Put ‘em up!”

- - - - - -

It’s a little surprising how easily the heist goes, but Suguru tries not to give it too much thought. You start thinking something’s gonna go wrong and it damn sure will. While Manami is guiding passengers into the back cars, Larue has the conductor held hostage, locked away with threats of a bullet to his skull unless he continues driving. He’d only shown his face and quickly hid away in his cabin when Suguru told him to use his fucking brain unless he wanted it splattered across the window.

Now, Suguru finds himself roaming the cabin to see if there are any stragglers. And there is one. A very beautiful woman, at that. There you sit, in the last seat of the train car. He slowly makes his way over to you. Suguru thinks you must be some type of saloon girl. Your pretty little dress and waist neatly cinched in a leather corset is the giveaway. He glances over his shoulder, just to be sure this cabin is empty, only to find that it truly is only himself and you left. He hates having to wrangle the stragglers. That’s Manami and Larue’s job. And Suguru hates it even more when they’re not doing it.

He tightens the grip on his gun, turning to give you an earful until his eyes meet yours. They’re so wide and glistening, like you’re on the verge of tears. Your lips are quivering, your bottom lip protruding in a pout. It reminds him of the look Manami gave him just before the heist started. Except when coming from you, for some reason, it’s bringing out a different reaction.

His heart rate quickens, and Suguru’s hands suddenly feel clammy and not from the heat in this train car. He can feel sweat beginning to bead on his forehead and he has to swallow to quell the dryness that’s forming in his throat. Then he’s tucking his weapon away into his holster and moving towards you.

“I beg your pardon, ma’am,” Suguru speaks calmly as he takes the seat in front of you. You peer up at him, with apparent fear in your eyes and he wants nothing more than to see that look disappear. Usually, he’d use force to get you out and rounded up with the rest of the passengers. He’s not sure why, but there’s something about you that makes Suguru want to take care of you. “Why didn’t you leave with the rest of the crowd?” He questions.

You’re fidgeting with the fabric of your dress in your lap, visibly shaken even as Suguru removes his hat and sets it on the seat in front of you before he sits down.

“I–” you clear your throat and bite down on your lip, seemingly to calm your nerves.

“I’m not gonna hurt ya, ma’am,” he tells you softly, reassuring you. “Just wonderin’.” Suguru takes this time to drink in your features – how soft you look, the way your body so beautifully fills that dress of yours, how you’ve got a face that will be burned into his memory long after this encounter.

And for some reason, it also feels as if it was burned into his memory long before this encounter. There’s a familiarity about you that Suguru can’t quite place. He’s certain he’s seen your face somewhere. He had been through many saloons and brothels in his time traveling the frontier. Perhaps he had run into you in one of the many establishments he frequented?

No. No, Suguru would remember if he saw a woman who looked like you in any of those places. You would have easily stood out in the crowd. He would have called you up to his room on any of those nights.

You bite down on your lip as you stare at Suguru. As afraid as you look, you don’t break eye contact. To see you so stricken with fear, and yet you steadily look him in the eye without blinking. You show courage even when faced with danger, and it does something to him.

The look on your face has him picturing all sorts of things about you and he doesn’t even know your name.

“I was afraid,” you mutter quietly.

Thankfully so, because Suguru was just about to begin imagining a life outside of crime with you. Which is shocking in and of itself. Three minutes of simply staring at you had him visualizing a future on the prairie hanging laundry on the line while you fed the cattle.

‘Keep it together.’

“Don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt nobody,” Suguru reassures you again. He tries to calm your nerves with a smile which seems to work because he sees you visibly exhale. You return his gesture with a small smile of your own, and his imagination runs wild once more.

“Promise?” You ask, Suguru’s smile widens.

‘Cute,’ he thinks. He wants to see more of those. “I promise, sweetheart.”

He can hear the way you huff, something between a laugh and a sigh of relief. And Suguru finds himself becoming more and more infatuated with you as he keeps the conversation going.

“Gettin’ train tickets ain’t easy. Where ya headed?”

“Just a few towns over. Goin’ to visit family,” you explain, now more relaxed with him. Something about the way he was able to soothe your nerves makes Suguru feel proud.

It also is making him clearly insane, because some sick part of Suguru begins to think he could be your family. If you’ll let him.

“What about you?”

His brows shoot up in surprise. Why would you want to know about him? “Me?”

You nod quickly. “I know you’re…” You lean forward and Suguru mirrors the action as shivers race up his spine when you whisper scandalously, “...an outlaw.”

He leans back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while he purses his lips together. His gaze is locked onto you because he wonders if you’re up to something. If you’re not as sweet and innocent as you look. But when you lean back and flutter your lashes at him, he begins to doubt it. That sweet face of yours is a rare one to see on this side of the wild west; beautiful and unscarred. You don’t look like you’ve been exposed to anything more dangerous than a thunderstorm. And it’s arousing. The air of innocence that you carry has Suguru shifting in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling tighter.

This is exactly what he’s been wanting. Someone opposite of Manami, someone who is interested in his life, but not involved with crime in the least. As far as he can tell, you’re clean as a whistle. And Suguru likes to think he’s good at reading people.

“Never seen a outlaw before?” He drawls. You shake your head, back to messing around nervously with your dress.

“Never,” you answer softly, batting those pretty, long lashes at him. “Only seen ‘em on signs. Wanted…dead, or alive.”

Oh, you really are sheltered.

“Well, now you’ve seen one in person.” Suguru combs his fingers through his dark tresses, grinning like his criminal status is one to be proud of. To him, he supposes it is. “What d’ya think?”

You do that lip biting thing that Suguru is beginning to realize he finds cute. Maybe it’s a nervous tick, but this time it seems it’s to be you holding back a smile. Everything you do is cute to him. Everything you do is sweet, innocent, arousing.

“I…” You lean forward in your seat again, and whether you realize it or not, it gives Suguru a perfect view of the swell of your breasts. It’s a struggle to keep his focus on your face when your skin looks so smooth, and unmarred, perfect. Those plush lips of yours whisper, “...I think it’s exciting.”

He can only think one thought in this moment.

He wants to ruin you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s excitin’ about it?” He asks, though he has an idea what it is. The travel, not being tied down to anyone or anything, the freedom this life provides. It’s what they all say when they try to make small talk. “Pretty girl like you can’t possibly know nothin’ about this life.”

You inhale deeply, leaning back in your seat and Suguru watches closely, the way your chest rises and falls with the breath. “Well, I never seen a outlaw in person. Surely never spoke to one. And…” You purse your lips together, like you’re contemplating if you should say the next thing. But you do anyway. “I just never thought a outlaw could be so pretty.”

His eyes widen, the corners of his lips rising with a goofy grin. “Pretty?” He chuckles, combing his fingers through his hair again. “You really think so?”

He’s been called a lot of things, but pretty is not one of them.

“Yep. Look at ya.” You stand, moving quickly to cross the small gap between you both and take a seat next to him. You reach for his arm, then hesitate, pulling back for a second. You peer up at Suguru, silently asking permission and he nods. Your fingers ghost along his forearm, over his bicep, along his neck where his Adam's apple bobs with a gulp, and then your hand is cupping his cheek. Your trail leaves behind a trail of goosebumps.

And Suguru’s pants grow tighter.

Suguru has had his fair share of women and men alike during his time as a felon. But you’re particularly tempting. He’s not sure he’s ever wanted someone as badly as he wants you right now and it’s been all of ten minutes in this train car together. But any minute now, his crew is going to come through those doors and tell him they’re ready to go. And then Suguru will have to leave and the chances of him seeing you ever again are slim to none.

But on the bright side, the chances of him seeing you again are slim to none. It’s a little sudden, but you seem like you want him with the way you’re feeling him up right about now. Maybe you'd let him bury his cock as deep as he can go, fuck you until you’re screaming his name, begging and crying on his cock. Then he’ll fill you with his seed, maybe leave a baby in you to remember him by if you’re lucky and then he’ll grab his spoils with Larue and the rest and go. Then he'll never see you again.

This desert is far and wide. He’d have you today, then never have to face you again for the rest of his life. A woman like you? You'll be just fine. A pretty face and an even prettier smile. Though he thinks you're a bit naive. Have to be to be sitting here chatting with him like he’s some gentleman you met on a leisurely trip to see your relatives. Regardless, there will be some poor fool out there that'll be happy to have you after he's had his way with you.

‘Weren’t you just daydreaming about settling down with this woman?’

“Pretty eyes,” you hum, pulling Suguru from his filthy fantasies. “Nice skin, pretty lips. Just…very pretty.” Your thumb caresses his skin and his eyes can't help but notice the way your gaze is locked to his lips. He pokes his tongue out, watching your eyes widen just slightly at the motion, as he runs the wet muscle along his lips. And he’s right back in his head, thinking of all the ways he could have you.

There’s no mistaking the thick tension filling the room at this moment. Like a lightning bolt hitting the same spot repeatedly. Each stroke of your fingers along his cheek only intensifies the mood. Suguru’s lips curl into a teasing smirk, and yours into one that matches. “Why do I feel like you're trouble?” He says.

Your smile widens, and like a magnet, Suguru finds himself slowly being drawn closer and closer to you. Even as a soft laugh falls from your lips, his mind is wiped clean of all thoughts that don't consist of you.

“Me? That’s funny comin’ from a outlaw like yourself,” you mutter just as you close the distance between you, pressing your lips teasingly to Suguru's. They barely touch, truly a ghost of a touch but Suguru still has to swallow down the moan that damn near bursts from his chest the second your mouth was close enough to his.

You pull away suddenly, covering your lips as you lean away, your eyes wide with worry. “‘m sorry.”

“What are you apologizin’ for?” Suguru asks, scooting closer.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me…I just…” You’re back to fidgeting with your dress again, and Suguru places a large hand over yours to stop the movement. “You’re a criminal, and I’m just me. I shouldn’t even be talkin’ to you.” You stare up at him with wide eyes, and fuck he wants you.

You look so sweet, so pure looking at him like that. And he feels a little like a piece of shit because while you’re looking at him with probably innocent thoughts floating around in your head, he’s thinking about how he’d love nothing more than to cover your face in his seed.

“I’m not a bad guy,” Suguru lies easily. “Have I done bad things?” He shrugs, because he’s done way too many terrible things to count. Better not to give a real answer to that one. “But I’m enjoyin’ our conversation. The kiss was just a perk. Wouldn’t mind it if it happened again. I’d gladly accept it.”

“But…I don’t even know you…”

‘All the better,’ is what he wants to say, but instead, he tells you, “And that’s fine. Listen–” he squeezes your hand gently. “Best part of bein’ a criminal is that I just do what I want. Don’t gotta ask permission for nothin’.”

Your eyes swim with curiosity. “It’s that easy?”

“Yep. Do what makes ya feel good, sweetheart.”

You still don’t look convinced, and if this next question doesn’t work, Suguru will have no choice but to tie you up and dump you in the other train car with the rest of the hostages. He doesn’t have much time to waste trying to get you just to kiss him.

“Lemme ask ya…did you like kissin’ me?”

He knows he should be worrying about the heist, not some pretty face distracting him from the job. But when you speak again, he tells himself the job can go to hell.

“Yes…but…I got scared. I– I’ve only done some things with a man…” you admit quietly. “And I’m not too good at it.”

Fuck. He has to have you.

“That’s not a problem, sweetheart,” he reassures you, and you beam.

Your hand grasps onto Suguru’s, squeezing tightly. “Really?”

He nods. “I don’t got much time before I gotta leave, but I can show ya some things real quick.”

“You’ll show me? How to do things?” Your voice is eager, so ready. Suguru is finding it hard to contain how much you’re turning him on right now. “Like kissin’ and…y’know other stuff?”

“What kinda stuff?” He asks, because he wants you to say it. Wants to know how far you’re willing to go if you’ve never done a damn thing before. You pinch your lips together, turning your head away shyly. But Suguru gently cups your chin, turning you to look at him again.

“What kinda stuff?” He repeats. “Tell me.”

“Stuff…that makes a man…y’know…”

He grins, tauntingly. “Enlighten me,” he whispers.

“Stuff to make a man…” you worry your lip between your teeth. “...feel good.”

Oh hell.

What type of good deeds has Suguru done to find himself here? With someone as virtuous as you, who is asking him of all people to show you how to please him? He has half a mind to tell you no. He’s got shit to do and his partners are bound to come looking for him any minute. But his cock is screaming within the confines of his pants to get into those undergarments of yours. And there’s no argument to be had here.

He’s listening to his dick.

Suguru crashes his lips to yours, swallowing up the yelp that escapes you from the sudden kiss. “I’ll teach ya whatever ya want, pretty girl.” He groans into your mouth.

He kisses you hard, but slowly, giving you time to catch up. You’re a little slow to pick up, but you get there. Your lips slot against his, fingers slipping into his hair and holding on tight, making Suguru groan into the kiss once more.

“We don’t got a lotta time,” he breathes against you.

You nod, pulling away to look up at him. “What d’ya want?”

You.

He needs you – bent over the passenger seat and holding onto the bar sitting atop it while he fucks you from behind. He needs you sitting on his face, needs your hand around his length. But he’s looking at your face again, so desperate for instruction. Looks at your lips, swollen from the little bit of kissing you’ve been doing. And he knows exactly what he needs in this moment.

“Ever had a cock in your mouth?” He shifts, sitting back against the seat.

You shake your head.

“Ever touched one?”

Another shake of your head.

“What have you done?”

You hum, thinking only for a short time before you answer. “Kissed.”

What fucking luck.

Doesn’t matter what they score off the train today. This is the biggest reward of all.

“Good,” Suguru says, tugging your hand until you stand. With a grin, he guides you to the floor until you’re sitting up on your knees. “There won’t be another man who’s had ya then. I’ll show ya how to please me, make me feel good.”

You nod, and Suguru can’t believe how easy this was as he fumbles with his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. He yanks his pants down, along with his underwear. Only to his knees. He wants to be able to get up quickly if needed. Suguru’s dick sits against his stomach, fat and long, with a harsh red tip that leaks with precum. He peers down at you, your eyes honed in on his length.

“Touch it,” he whispers encouragingly.

Your eyes meet as you move, your hands wrapping around Suguru tenderly, pulling a hiss from him. You hold his length like it’s a foreign object, and he supposes it is to you since it’s the first time you’ve done. Suguru grits his teeth, bringing a hand up to your fist. You’re simply touching him and his dick is throbbing in your grip.

“Move your hand…up ‘n down,” he tells you. “Like this.” He guides you, helping to move your hand in slow and light pumps until you’ve found a rhythm that works. His head falls back as the pleasure takes over. “Ahhh–shit, just like that, pretty girl.”

“It’s so big…” you sigh, licking your lips as you stroke his cock slowly.

From here, Suguru is certain he has a perfect view of you. Eyes wide and curious while you observe every ridge and vein running along his length. It turns him on beyond measure, his hips jerking upward in your grasp.

“Damn,” he moans, fucking himself into your hands. For someone with no experience, you hold his dick just right. He never knew a woman’s touch could feel this good, but you’re a natural talent. You stroke him so good, his mouth falls slack as he lets himself enjoy the feeling of your hands around him. But you surprise him, just as you’ve been doing all this time, his eyes snapping open just in time to watch you lick from the base of his length all the way to the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue and lapping up the bead of precum that sits there.

“It’s salty,” you giggle before you kiss down his shaft, bringing your attention to his balls, kissing and licking the two orbs teasingly. Suguru inhales sharply, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the sensation makes his head swim with pleasure. Especially when your hand wraps around Suguru’s length again, pumping him up and down, slowly as you continue to lap at his balls.

“You’re already so good at this,” Suguru pants heavily.

“I am?”

He can hear the excitement in your voice, so eager to please him. It turns him on knowing that you’re trying so hard to make him feel good. He wonders if you can feel his cock throb in your hands.

“So fucking good,” he praises you, loving the way you hum against him.

“Can I put it in my mouth?” You ask sweetly, squeezing your hands around his cock.

“God, please.”

When you take Suguru into the warmth of your mouth, you hum around him, and the vibrations make him shiver, back arching off of the seat. His palm finds the back of your head, his hips rolling up so he can shove his cock as far as possible without hurting you. He’s gentle at first. You’ve never done this before, after all. He wants to give you the time you need to adjust, though he can’t afford to give you too much. Which seems to be just fine, because just like before, you catch on quickly. You take his cock damn near to the base, and you take it so well, relaxing your throat for him so it’s easy.

“Could fuck this pretty little mouth all day,” Suguru grunts, pumping into you. “So goddamn good.” The sound of his balls slapping against your chin as he fucks your face has his legs trembling, pleasure shooting straight up his spine. He wants to grab your head and push you down further, make you swallow all of him until he blows his load down your throat, then make you swallow that, too. But he doesn’t want to cum just yet.

He craves more from you. He needs more from you.

You hum again, sending another vibration through him as your fingers come up, caressing his balls. And Suguru squeezes his eyes shut, trying so hard not to cum. “Ah– shit, shit!” He pushes at your shoulders, forcing you off of him with a loud and wet pop. You look rather pleased with yourself, smiling when you see his red cheeks and the way he rapidly tries to catch his breath.

Like he noted before. You’re trouble.

“Fuck, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he gasps, staring at your chin dripping with saliva and his juices. Suguru watches through hooded eyes as you swipe it away. He could watch you on your knees all day, taking his cock down your throat time and time again. But unfortunately, time is not on his side today. He needs to hurry it up.

“C’mere, pretty,” he calls for you, taking your hand. You stand, waiting for your next instruction as Suguru leans forward in his seat. His hands find your waist, pulling you close enough that he can press a kiss to your stomach before he leans back again. “Pull up your skirt for me.”

“Okay…” you agree, shakily. You reach for the hem of your skirt, pulling the layers of fabric as high as it’ll go. Suguru always hated these damn dresses. It’s like digging for gold trying to get through every damn piece of clothing. But eventually, you get to the end, revealing your bare thighs to him. Soft, plush, beautiful. But what he’s truly interested in remains concealed by your underwear.

Suguru swallows hard before he drags his finger along your clothed pussy, grinning when your thighs tremble just barely. His gaze glides back up your form until they rest on your face, watching as your mouth falls open with a silent moan.

Hard to believe you’ve never been touched here. Also, so very arousing to think you’ve never been touched here. He thanks his lucky stars that you’re allowing him to be the first.

He slips his finger into the fabric, his slender fingers quickly finding your slit and sliding along your folds. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how soaked you are. He briefly brushes a finger against your entrance, pausing when he feels you tense up.

“Might hurt a little,” he warns as softly as he can manage right now. But you whisper, “go ahead”, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he dips his finger into your pussy, biting back a moan when he feels your soft walls clench down on his hand. It’s tight, as expected but he moves slowly, pulling back every so often to work his way further.

You whimper above him, squeezing his shoulders as your breaths come rapidly while Suguru pumps his finger in and out of your hole. Your bottom lip sits between your teeth, and your brows are knitted together.

You’re enjoying this.

And he’s enjoying watching you.

Suguru presses his thumb to your clit, slowly circling the sensitive nub. Dark eyes lock with yours as his other hand finds the top of your dress where he hooks his fingers into the cups and pulls it down. Your breasts spill out of the fabric and your breath hitches when the air caresses your nipples. Suguru kneads the soft flesh, his thumb swiping across one of the hardened buds.

“Ahhh, yes,” you moan, your voice barely above a whisper. Your head falls back with a loud gasp as Suguru slips another finger into you.

“Bein’ real good for me,” he coos. His dick grows painfully harder as he slowly thrusts his fingers inside of you, while his thumb stimulates your clit. He’s panting trying to hold himself together while he preps you for what he wants next. Your hips move on their own, riding Suguru’s hand, chasing your high.

“Feel good?” He grunts, fingers slipping into you over and over, curling inside, and hitting your sweet spot and you can’t help but to gasp quietly each time Suguru touches it.

“Y-yes, feels incredible,” you whine.

Suguru’s eyes are locked on your center where he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over, your slick coating his hand more with each thrust. It only adds to Suguru’s struggle to keep it together as he ignores the pulsing need of his cock. Your pleasured moans and the squelching sound of your dripping pussy fill the space of the train car.

“I’m–” you breathe harshly against him and he feels your walls squeeze down on his digits. You’re close already.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” Suguru’s fingers dip into you faster. His eyes linger on your face as his thumb rubs tight circles on the sensitive bud between your legs. Your eyes flutter closed, mouth hanging open as a delicious moan rushes past your lips, your grip on Suguru’s shoulders tightening so much it stings. But he loves it, loves feeling your pussy squeezing down on his fingers, sucking them deeper as your release crashes over you until he can feel your cum dripping down his fingers and into his palm as he keeps pumping into you.

Suguru sighs as he stares at his fingers, slowly pulling them from you. He licks his lips, admiring his slick covered hand.

He’s never taken the time to just enjoy the moment with anyone. Never cared much to please a woman. It’s easier for him to just get himself off and high tail it out of there. No attachment to these ladies, no reason to stick around. But what is it about you that makes him want to see all the ways your body is capable of falling apart? Because it’s a beautiful sight to behold.

“Outlaw…” you murmur, slipping your undergarments down your legs until you’re able to kick them off. You push Suguru back by the shoulders, lifting your skirt so that you can easily maneuver into his lap. His hands find your hips beneath your dress as you straddle him, and his thumbs caress the soft skin gently.

“Yeah, beautiful?”

So beautiful. He can’t stop staring at you and your eyes, glazed over with desire. You lean forward, the heat from between your legs making Suguru’s length twitch. It lightly taps your core and you gasp. Your hands clutch onto the bar that runs along the top of the train seat, one on each side of his head. Suguru’s palms glide around to your backside, squeezing the flesh of your ass. You brush your nose against his, soft breaths mingling with his as you whisper, “make love to me, outlaw…” just before your lips touch.

And Suguru’s groaning into your mouth, because this kiss is different. It’s hungry, hot, full of want and need. It’s sloppy and rushed, because you’re both aware of the time crunch you’re in. It’s intoxicating, addicting, the way he never wants to stop kissing you. To hell with the heist.

“Ready for me, pretty girl?” Suguru pants, a hand gripping his cock. He can feel the heat of your pussy radiating off of you and it makes him all the more eager to have you.

Your eyes are wide, filled with something Suguru thinks may be excitement. He’s not sure he sees any hesitation or fear behind your eyes. You want him badly, it’s clear as day. He wants you just as badly, if not more. So he positions himself at your entrance, nudging your hole gently with his tip.

A small whimper slips past your lips, and Suguru kisses you sweetly. “It’s only gonna hurt for a second,” he coos. “Promise…”

He kisses you again, muttering, “I’m pushin’ in…” against your lips.

You close your eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip as Suguru rolls his hips forward, slowly sinking his tip into your pussy, only stopping when you let out a harsh breath.

“‘S a tight fit,” he murmurs through gritted teeth. An understatement. Your pussy is gripping him with so much force, he’s struggling to breathe. You’re holding him hostage within your walls and the feeling has him tightening his hold on your ass. “You alright?”

Because he wants to make sure it feels good for you, too. Your pleasure is his. Which is a whole new feeling for him in and of itself. He’s aware of how the tables have turned. What started as him wanting to show you ways to please him, turned into him desperate to please you. But he likes it that way.

You nod, moaning quietly when Suguru keeps moving forward. “Ohhh…”

“God, this pussy is so fuckin’ –” he can’t even finish his sentence. He needs to focus all his attention on not cumming already.

You take him all the way to the base, moaning loudly when you fully sink onto him. Your grip tightens around the bar, steadying yourself as Suguru lifts you by your ass before pulling you back down on him, so slowly. “Fuuuck–” he groans. He thrusts into you at a leisurely pace, slow and controlled, giving you time to adjust to his size.

But his kisses…they’re rough. Such a contrast to the way he’s fucking you right now. The pleasure is overwhelming to Suguru, and when your tongue slips into his mouth, it’s him that’s whimpering now, thrusting just a little faster, a little harder.

“Damn, you take my cock so good, pretty girl–” he growls into your mouth. “Love the way you ride me.” He smacks your ass hard, eyes falling to your breast, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts. He takes one into his mouth, greedily lapping at your nipple, nipping and sucking and loving the way your cries get louder.

“Oh my god, fuck!”

“Ride my cock, pretty. You already do it so good. Wanna see you ride me.” Suguru groans. He releases his hold on you, hands coming up to play with your breasts while you bounce wildly on his dick. He lifts your dress, relishing the view of his length, glistening with your slick, vanishes into your tight cunt over and over. “Shiiiitttt…”

You slip a hand into his tresses, pulling hard and forcing him away from your nipples. You pull so hard Suguru has to close his eyes because the sensation sends goosebumps igniting across his body. That, combined with the way you keep taking him to the tip before slamming down on his cock repeatedly. Fuck, you’re a quick learner.

Your pussy is what it feels like every single time he pulls off a heist successfully. Like fucking heaven. And he never wants to leave it.

His eyes flutter open, just enough to see your breasts bouncing with every rise and fall of your hips. Your velvety walls hug him tight, so fucking good, Suguru thinks he'd like to be able to have you all the time. Hell, he has half a mind to take you with him once they’re off this damned train. Being able to have you like this any time he wants, watch your body come undone under him, on top of him, in any position you’ll let him have you. He’d even give up this outlaw life if you wanted him to. Settle down, start a family if that’s what you wanted. The thought of it makes Suguru more excited than he’ll ever admit.

Each time your pussy sucks him back in, begging for him to cum, he can suddenly picture a life outside of this. Each time those sexy little noises fall from your sweet lips, he can suddenly envision raising a family with you, building himself a life where he's able to hear those sounds any time he desires.

He lets his mind drift to these fantasies while he can, enjoying the feeling of you and the sounds you gift him with.

There's a fire pooling in his belly, growing hotter each time his balls meet your ass. He's gonna blow his load here any second. And he can't wait. He wants to cum inside your walls, wants to thrust himself so deep into you that there's no way you're not carrying his child when he's done. Least you'll have something to remember him by if you tell him you don’t want shit to do with him after this. A sweet woman like you with a wanted felon? Of course you’d prefer to get your rocks off while you can and move on. Which is fine.

Because Suguru is gonna remember you, anyway. He’ll remember the way you squeeze around him, the way you moan the little nickname you’ve given him, the way your cunt feels fucking unlike any other woman’s. You’ve got him mesmerized.

So much so, that he doesn't even notice the cool press of steel against the center of his forehead.

“Ohhh,” you moan, whimpering, “Please…please…will you put a baby inside me, outlaw?”

It’s like you read his mind, and Suguru’s eyes snap open, balls tightening as his release threatens to come at any moment. But then his eyes see the stiffness in your arm, see the glimmer of metal as the sunlight reflects off it through the windows, and he finally realizes you've got his gun to his head, and maybe that’s actually why his balls are tightening. You’ve got this wicked grin on your flushed face as you keep riding him. Hard, fast, walls squeezing him in a vice grip. And he can't do shit but let his eyes roll to the back of his head, let his pleasure race straight down his spine and into his balls as his release shoots from his cock before he has a chance to get ahold of himself.

But you don’t let him get a drop inside, lifting yourself smoothly off his lap just as fat, hot streams of cum land messily in his lap and on his stomach. Suguru’s gasping for air, still struggling to figure out what the fuck is going on. And you don’t give him a second to catch his breath, to let his mind catch up before you’re wrapping your hand around his cock again, squeezing and stroking his length until he’s so overstimulated his jaw is cramping up from how hard he’s gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.

“What the fuck are you ahhh–” you run your thumb over his leaking tip, your eyes alight with joy when his hips buck up automatically, legs trembling as you keep pumping him, though his balls are beyond empty.

You tsk, shaking your head as you press the barrel of the gun harder against his skin. “Where’s that sweet outlaw from before?” You drawl.

Your voice has changed. No longer soft spoken, shy and sweet. The hardness of your tone tells Suguru all he needs to know. The memories come flooding back. And now he realizes why you looked so familiar when he first laid eyes on you.

Your face has been plastered on wanted posters in damn near every town he and his partners have stopped in. Murder, robbery, drunkenness, prison escape, cheating at cards. All the crimes that should have you in the town square hanging, you’re wanted for. Somehow, you’ve managed to never get caught.

How could he have let his guard down? How could he have fucked up this badly?

‘Thinking with your dick. That’s how.’

“Guess it takes an outlaw to know one,” He grits out, nostrils flared with fury. He can only hope his crew comes through those doors soon, though it’ll be fucking humiliating to be caught in this position.

A giggle spills from your lips and the sound makes Suguru sick to his stomach. You don’t even sound like the same person from before. “Y’all are pretty easy to spot. ‘Specially when all y’all think with your cocks–” You echo his thoughts, emphasizing the word by squeezing Suguru’s slowly softening length in your hand. You frown, releasing your hold on him. “Huh, thought you’d be able to gimme another one.”

He inhales deeply, shakily, narrowing his eyes at the woman – the stranger – that stands before him. “Everything you said was a lie, then.”

It’s not a question. He knows. Because you’re just like him. Maybe even worse.

Laughter bursts from deep within, like what he said was the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. “It really is easy to fool y’all men. Just gotta make our pussies feel reallllll tight and wet and y’all don’t question nothin’.”

You climb off of the seat, taking the gun off his head while you fix your undergarments, unbothered and careless. And Suguru decides to act fast, takes this moment to lunge for you. But he doesn’t make it far, because his head is yanked back roughly the moment he jumps forward. His scalp burns, and he reaches back, feeling a thick knot tied around the metal bar that sits atop the train seats. The same metal bar you were just holding onto moments ago.

“You fuckin’ tied my hair to the seat?!” He growls.

And you chuckle, shifting your dress around until you’re decent again. The gun is pointed back at Suguru’s face, and he puts his hands back down, not daring to try and free himself when you’ve got a revolver ready to blow his brains out.

“And your hands are next,” you promise in a sing-song voice. You keep your word, spinning around briefly to reach between the wall and your original seat, where you’d apparently hidden a small rope. You make quick work of tying Suguru’s hands behind his back, leaning a little too close to him as you finish the knot.

He can feel your breaths against his neck, and right now, if he’s being honest with himself – which he may as well be since he could very well be dead soon – it’s confusing him. Because he feels like he fucking hates you, is repulsed by you, could spit in your face right now. Oh, he really fucking wants to. But something tells him you’d like that anyway. And the thought of your face, depraved and covered in his saliva is making his still exposed length hard again. Even when you tug harshly on the rope for good measure, chuckling low in Suguru’s ear when you hear him hiss in pain, his cock stiffens further.

And of course you notice, your eyes glancing down to his lap, where the sticky mess you left him with lies. “Sure you don’t wanna go again?” You tease, laughing when Suguru scowls.

You like him upset, and probably a little pathetic, because you press your lips to his pout, kissing him hungrily. And apparently, Suguru is as pathetic as he looks, because – and it’s a surprise to him, too – he kisses you back! Your tongues tangle during this brief meeting of your lips, fighting for dominance, though it’s apparent who’s the one in control here.

The filthy moans between you are interrupted when Suguru feels that damned gun under his chin now, applying enough pressure to push him back. Only a line of your mixed saliva connects you two as you stare down at him in amusement.

“Like I said…” you peer down quickly at Suguru’s lap before whispering. “Aaaalways thinkin’ with your cock.” You step back, pointing the gun at him once again.

“What do ya want?” He asks, pulling at his restraints to no avail. He’d love nothing more than to wipe that cocky smile off your face and flip the tables on you, but it’s not looking good for him.

“What I want…” You wiggle the gun in his face, tauntingly. “...is already mine, outlaw.” There’s humor in your tone, and your body language is relaxed. You couldn’t see Suguru as less of a threat if you tried.

You piss him off.

And make him so fucking hard.

He’s confused!

The noise of the doors to the train cabin opening can be heard and Suguru grins. You’re fucked now. Larue is going to put a bullet between your eyes and sure, Suguru’ll be sad about it. But better you than him. You were a great fuck, he’ll admit. And yes, he entertained the idea of giving you a kid or two, maybe getting a little cabin out in the prairie. But that fantasy’s as dead as you’re about to be. Sad that he won’t be–

“The guy with the nipples and the girl have been taken care of, boss!” A chipper voice sings.

That…is not Larue.

Suguru couldn’t turn his head if he tried, courtesy of this goddamn knot, but he can see the smirk on your face as you nod. “Great work, Hime. And the goods?”

“Already on the move with the others. Just gotta get on the horses when you’re ready.”

You turn your head, staring out the window and nodding again. Out of his peripheral, Suguru can just barely make out the form of two horses, racing alongside the train and he knows he’s screwed.

You sigh, shrugging while feigning sadness as you pout. “Well, outlaw…looks like this is the end of the line.”

Suguru tugs at his ropes again, struggling against the holds. “You gonna leave me here like this?” He gestures with his chin at his…situation. You must be forgetting his entire dick is out for the world to see. And that you’ve tied his hands up. Not to mention his fucking hair! If he has to cut his hair because of this…

You hum, like you’re actually giving deep thought to his question. You’re not.

“Yeah, actually. Think I am.” You lift your dress, not even pretending to be as innocent as you presented yourself to be when Suguru first laid eyes on you. You tuck his gun into the waistband of your undergarments, patting it affectionately. “Thanks for a grand ol’ time, outlaw. If you manage to survive this, we can do it again.”

You shoot him a wink before you lean over him, leaving him with one final kiss on the lips. It’s gentle this time, soft, save for a light nip to his bottom lip that embarrassingly enough, manages to arouse Suguru yet again.

“At least tell me your name,” Suguru grits out through heavy breaths. “So I can be sure to repay the favor.”

It’s a threat, but you don’t take it as one. You simply smile. It’s warm, almost reminiscent of the woman he met just earlier. The woman he thought you were. But that look is gone as soon as it appeared. You pat his face gently, reaching across the seat to grab his hat that he had set aside when he’d first sat down. You sit it atop your head, wearing it like some sort of crown, and without another word, you leave.

The train cars open, the roaring rush of the wind filling the space for just a moment before they’re shut again, and Suguru is left with nothing but his thoughts and his dick literally out. He leans his head back against the seat, closing his eyes to calm his racing heart and honestly to stifle the pain of his untouched erection.

This has been the wildest ride of his life. Definitely the worst heist he’s ever done. And if he does survive this, does manage to somehow talk his way out of charges and prison time, he’s going to find you. Fuck the robberies. Fuck the brothels. Fuck gambling and drinking all day. Yeah, if he manages to survive this, he will make it his life’s mission to find you again.

Because even after all is said and done, Suguru thinks he might fucking love you.

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little moon // suguru x fem!reader

a/n: hey hey hey! i know it's been forever and a day since i've uploaded, but i revamped my theme and got excited :3 plus my baby is my absolute inspiration and i felt she needed thanking for it. @suguru-getos //

warnings: yandere suguru, monkey reader, so light toxicity, kidnapping, yes you read that right shut up, complex suguru, pining, smut!! daddy kink because who am i without it, oral f!receiving, fingering, rough but loving, uhhhh i think that's it!

the sun was setting. it was his favorite time of day. or maybe least favorite. he couldn’t quite decide. despite it all, he still feels such a longing that he can’t describe. the window is open, the sky beyond melting into oranges and pinks too beautiful for a man like him to behold. the air is cold, a contrasting bitterness to the sight before him. the kotatsu keeps him warm enough to lounge in front of the window until the moon replaces the pastels he’s come to loathe. it’s how he most regularly spends his nights at this point, a peaceful moment of reflection on his day, if you could call it peaceful.

the wind rustles the trees, his hair, his very soul it seems. he drums his fingers along his cheekbone, supporting the weight of his head in his palm. before he can contemplate the complexities of life and how he ended up staring out of a window alone, manami knocks and promptly enters.

“sorry to disturb your peace, geto-sama.” she bows, a stack of papers under her arm, no doubt meeting notes from earlier in the day.

“i assume it’s important.” he sighs, the orange glow casting across his skin. he looks angelic, despite his clear annoyance and displeasure.

“nanako and mimiko found a woman that’s…afflicted.” she searches for the right word, shifting her weight from foot to foot under suguru’s intimidating gaze.

“and? we had our purge earlier this week.” he sighs, turning his head back to the sky. it’s melding into a purple now, a deep shade that makes him feel calmer just by looking at it.

“yes, you’re right geto-sama. the girls have brought this woman home already though, and they request your help.” she bows again, knowing that she is towing a careful line. suguru rarely denies the children, and they’ve grown old enough to abuse this weakness.

“bring them.” he sighs dramatically, jutting his chin in motion. he secretly welcomes the distraction, even if the girls were having him work after hours. it certainly beats another night replaying all of his life events to the tune of the moon.

manami bows her head, stepping back out into the hallway. a minute or two passes, and suguru watches the door now instead of the window. manami opens the door, allowing the adopted twins and this afflicted cursed woman into the room. the energy is suffocating, a grade two curse leeching from your neck, entire body wrapped around your frame. you don’t seem so concerned however, more so confused gauging from the look on your face.

the girls look panicked though, sensing how much of your own life force that the curse has absorbed. it’s an ugly thing, like most of them are. a disgustingly warped lizard of sorts made up of a million eyes and slimy appendages. it really doesn’t have much value in terms of developing his arsenal, moreso an annoyance to be avoided. as ugly as the creature is, it doesn’t detract from your beauty. you have a gentleness to your features, divinely feminine, some would say. your eyes are soft even as you try to harden your gaze against him. that’s cute, he thinks to himself. head still leaned against his head. you’re small, though most people are to a man of his stature and build. it’s a miracle the weight of the curse hasn’t broken your spine. you must be stronger than you look.

“geto-sama, you have to help her!” nanako, the more vocal of his daughters says, eyes wide and pleading. there is emotion involved, which intrigues him. “she’s our friend–and i know how you feel about us being friends with monkeys but–”

“monkey?” you squawk, brow setting forward. you look at nanako with a hint of betrayal, and that makes suguru chuckle.

“yes, monkey.” he replies. “a nickname of sorts. don’t think about it too hard.” he sighs, pushing himself to his feet. “i see you’ve befriended my children.”

“more of an acquaintance.” you purse your lips. it is interesting. he’s never seen someone act so…boldly in front of him. correcting him, even. his nostrils flare in mild annoyance.

“semantics. i am unconcerned with those. what are your symptoms?” he waves his hand, dismissing the girls with a nod, assuring them that he would help you and leave you unharmed. the girls back away, giving you reassuring smiles of their own.

“i don’t want to be alone with you.” you scoff, folding your arms with a great effort, given that the curse was likely at least as heavy as your own body weight.

“too bad. answer, or keep the curse.” he folds his own arms, examining your features more closely. a rare beauty indeed. and he must say he’s never experienced such stubbornness, even in his children. though that can be expected of someone that has no clue what’s going on, he imagines.

“i’ll keep whatever it is if you want to be an ass about it.” you huff. suguru rolls his eyes, sighing.

“let me make something clear for you. i take curses. this isn’t about my caring heart, like it is for those girls. so i can help you, or you can walk away.” he gestures to the ottoman for you to sit on.

he’s weird, you think. it’s hard to get a read on him. these phrases–monkey, curses, none of it makes sense to you. why is he in a market to take whatever these curses are? and how did you end up with one? “curses? are those like. ghosts or something?” you ask, arms still folded as you sit. irregardless of his behavior, this feeling you’ve been going through for months is wearing down your body, mind, and soul. everything hurts, all of the time. your head, neck, spine, stomach, hips—if it’s there, it hurts. your emotions have been so out of whack, so depressed and unable to eat, calling out of work and never meeting up with your friends. you need that to end. you’ve dealt with creeps before, certainly this one would be manageable too.

“is that what you think you’ve been dealing with?” he asks, watching you go through a myriad of thoughts all at once. the question seems genuine, the earlier lilt of arrogance dialed back to a tolerable level.

you’re still suspicious, he can see as much. “monkeys don’t see curses like we do. i would imagine you told yourself that these strange things have a perfectly reasonable explanation.” he explains, almost empathetic if it weren’t for that damned ‘nickname’ that you have a feeling is more a slur than an endearment.

“i suppose, yeah. just thought i was getting sick, but it didn’t fade. my doctor said i have migraines, that’s it…” you hum, still well guarded as you converse with him.

“i am sure you do. curses vary in function, the one attached to you is slowly corrupting your brain, which affects everything else. think…parasite, less ghost.” he waves his hand over your face, moving over your shoulder. he’s not actually touching you, but the threat lingers close enough to set you on edge. “you’ll feel it release from you slowly.”

he watches the black cloudy essence crush the curse into nothing but a black orb for him to consume. his gaze bounces back to your face, the surprise and relief melting into your features like the sun dipping below the trees changes the palette of the sky.

you can feel it, the physical weight coming off of your shoulders, but the lightness is ultimately in your head and soul—so much negativity and evil sucked from your consciousness so drastically you lose yours, body going limp and tipping off the small ottoman you were sitting on before suguru can even toss the orb aside.

he can’t explain it exactly, add it to the list of things he struggles to understand, but he reaches out, strong arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from toppling into the floor. he’s seen many monkeys have an abject reaction to being unburdened. he hypothesizes that the excess cursed energy seeping into their own causes a chemical issue in the brain, too much to process at once. however many monkeys he’s seen pass out or vomit, he’s never felt…obligated to do anything to aid them. he did his part, curing them of their ailments. his work is done, and he can be hailed as a savior by people that really have no idea how much he hates them. he’s never even touched one–a monkey–spraying perfume even after a close encounter lest he taint his superior being.

but now he has, and it doesn’t burn his skin like he’s convinced himself it might. he doesn’t recoil as you slump against his abdomen, and it pisses him off. this is so entirely unlike him he can hardly stand it–as he knows he will have a lengthy conversation with the moon about it this evening–yet you have such a peaceful face as you sleep. long lashes, soft lips parted just to breathe, completely softened. it’s like his heart hiccups as he drapes you over his shoulders, walking into a well furnished guest bedroom in the geto estate.

the girls trail him as he walks with you, equally confused. suguru lays you across the bed, looking over you with another little hum. you’re big trouble for him, and he can feel that seep into his head. he’s never found a monkey girl beautiful. he’s never found any monkey tolerable at all since the start of his cult. but there is this sneaking feeling that he will be lonely again when you leave, likely tomorrow as soon as you realized you were still here. the girls nearly feel like they’re interrupting something as they watch their geto-sama peer over you much like the prince longs after sleeping beauty before he wakes her.

he turns to them abruptly, collecting his mess of thoughts, “put her in sleeping clothes,” he walks passed them, “and don’t bring any more women to my house.” he purses his lips, leaving them with you.

beyond himself, he instructs the rest of his family and staff to treat you well. he doesn’t…want them to run you off. for whatever reason. they each give him puzzled looks, but no one dares forget their place by asking him questions about these things. he feels…bothered on his walk back to his room. the night has set in well now, the sky just a black expanse–sparkles of life along the stars leading into the only beacon of light now; the moon.

suguru has always felt a sort of connection to the moon, he read a poem once, when he was still in high school, and it left its mark, he supposes. the poem comes back to him now, as he crosses his legs over the tatami mat by the window, a divine sense of aloneness surrounds him.

thou silver deity of secret night,

direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;

thou conscious witness of unknown delight,

the lover’s guardian, and the muse’s aid!

by the pale beams i solitary rove,

to thee my tender grief confide;

serenely sweet you glid the silent grove

my friend, my goddess, and my guide…

he knows he isn’t physically alone, but his own mind feels like a monster he’d like to leave–a place he can’t possibly make sense of. a battlefield of hypocrisy and guilt and the growing feeling that no one will ever possibly understand him. satoru was as close as he had gotten–and suguru left him behind. he thinks that’s the worst part, that this is all of his own doing. the moon…the moon understands the loneliness, the complexities he can’t bare to anyone else. the moon could forgive his transgressions, his crimes, his feelings. she has heard them all before, no doubt, but he has something new to bring to the table. this burning in his veins, the heavy weight of sin. he was presented with the most beautiful girl that has ever been, surely ever would be, and by his own laws he cannot have her. he cannot indulge in this…silly crush. yes. silly little crush–and that’s all it will be.

the next morning, you wake to the smell of coffee and some sort of meat being cooked. you can hear the girls laughing, the sounds of others in soft communication–the voice of the last person you remember.

oh no.

there’s a dull ache in the back of your head as you recount the events of last night, sitting up with an ease you haven’t experienced in months. you could sob in relief if it weren’t for the unknowns of your situation—if you were free to leave or now some monkey hostage to the man that took gentle care of you last night. you’re not wearing your clothes–and that sends a jolt of panic through you instantly. did he undress me? is that…all he did? you wonder, examining yourself.

the girls knock–there’s two sets of knocks, anyway. they don’t wait for a reply, letting themselves in. “good morning! i hope the pajamas we picked are comfortable enough.” nanako smiles brightly, treating this as a slumber party instead of a curse intervention.

that soothes you little, at least the strangely beautiful creep didn’t change your clothes himself. “come to breakfast!” mimiko adds, a bit shyer than her sister but just as big of a fan. they met you at a coffee shop one day, and since then you have made it a point to sit with them. they’re sweet girls, and even under these weird circumstances you don’t find yourself questioning that.

“i don’t think i’m hungry.” you reply, stretching a bit, looking around the room. it was a big one, and you didn’t sleep on a futon like this geto-sama did. if he expects a warm thank you, he’s severely mistaken. “what was he talking about, monkey?”

“oh, that’s what he calls non-sorcerers.” nanako replies, sitting at the edge of your bed. and instead of that answering your question, it just gives you a million more.

“you said sorcerer? like harry potter?” you laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the statement. how come this is your first time hearing of such a thing?

“not quite,” mimiko giggles softly.

“some people are born with techniques. a certain set of powers that they can use to exorcise curses. everyone has cursed energy, even monke–i mean non-sorcerers, but their ce is usually what makes curses, born from the negative emotions that non-sorcerers experience.” nanako explains the gist.

“so…monkey is a slur.” you raise a brow, really just confirming something you already knew. it made…enough sense. you felt the curse first hand, and felt the weight of its removal.

“mm…yeah. geto-sama has fostered a..hatred for them, i suppose.”

that sends a chill through you. hatred. what a strong word.

“but don’t worry, geto-sama won’t hurt you. you’re making him weird. which is kinda a good thing?” mimiko offers, her smile gentle and calming.

“just come get breakfast and coffee, you’ll have a good time.” nanako picks up your hand, pulling lightly. “you’re not kidnapped, we just wanna make sure you’re healthy! geto-sama said you passed out after he removed the curse.”

you purse your lips in annoyance. you don’t exactly want to test the limits of this geto guy’s hospitality, especially on the heels of the revelation that he hates you—your kind–simply because you are different. you let the girls bring you to the dining room, where you see a…nice scene of people gathered around a table sharing a meal.

“you’ve outdone yourself once again, boss!” a blond haired man says, fondly clapping the aforementioned boss on the back. he smiles at the expression of affection, chuckling his thanks. despite what you know of him, you can’t find him ugly. he is a beautiful man, soft features used sharply, long sleek hair and kind eyes, even as he looks up at you.

“ah, our guest. please, sit.” he hums, nodding to you. he pulls out a chair, settling your spot between the women of the house. he hopes that will make you feel a bit more comfortable. you hesitantly sit, still staring at him like he was the ghost you thought haunted you.

suguru is nothing if not intuitive and observant. you’re weary of him, and he cannot fault you for it.

he makes your plate, and asks you how you take your coffee. you notice there’s no difference in how he treats you as opposed to the other people at the table. like you had been here the entire time and would continue to be, like he was familiar with you. he asks your name, and calls you by it—information he could have gotten from the girls. it’s a weird juxtaposition from everything you just heard. he hates you–why did he help you? he hates you–why did he make sure you slept comfortably in a bed and have your coffee just the way you want it? you aren’t able to eat much, head too preoccupied and yet hyperfocused on your surroundings. you can play nice to get out, and then this would be no issue at all. you smile at him sweetly and give him small nods of thanks, but are otherwise silent and avoidant of anything more.

even your small smiles make his heart clench and relax like it’s spasming, and he almost wants to keep you here in his house until he can figure out why.

but no, this is a silly crush. he needs to get you away from him, and then he will return to normal. that’s all it is. but as the girls ask when you’ll meet up next, and you respond with such warmth—such forgiveness for them even if you don’t trust him, you remind him of the moon.

and he can’t let you go.

you don’t take this well. you’re a fierce woman, that he knew, but also quite petty. you refuse to come out of your room or speak to him, and after one day of him bringing meals to your room, you’ve decided to keep it locked.

you feel numb. completely at will of this man you don’t know—outside of the fact that he loathes you. maybe this is his game, his sick fun derived from jailing up ‘monkeys’ and keeping them here until he grows tired of them. some days, you hear screams from a distant hall, and you find yourself tearing up wondering if you would be next.

he knocks on your door at the same time he always does, not even bothering to check the handle after a couple days of this same routine. he calls your name, sighing softly against the wood that separates you two. he knows it’s another flaw on a long list of them, his selfish desire to keep you. but he won’t punish you for your reactions no matter what you do or say. he’s willing to accept them if he has a chance with the moon.

“go away.” you say, exhaustion clear in your tone.

“i know you’re upset with me. but you haven’t eaten in two days. i want to give you space, but i will break the door down if you don’t willingly open it.” he says, the threat not thinly veiled in the slightest.

you decide that letting him in temporarily is better than having no door at all, so you get up to unlock it. he waits a moment, understanding your anger for him. then he lets himself in, coming to sit at the end of your bed. he places the tray of food on your table—enough to last you for a few days if you decide not to allow him in again.

“have you slept?” he asks futilely, licking his teeth when you don’t answer. the answer is clear enough, yet he waits for one, looking over you. you’re still beautiful, even if sleep deprived. “i wouldn’t hurt you. surely you understand that by now.”

“uh, you’ve locked me in your house–i don’t trust you for shit.” you hiss, eyebrows furrowed in an adorable pout he might appreciate if the situation weren’t so grisly.

“you aren’t locked in here, i have acres of land that you could explore. you choose not to.” he replies, tilting his head to one side so he can still see your pouting face as you turn it away from him.

“yeah bet you’d like it if i did, sack of shit.” you grumble, shaking your head, “just so you can hunt me down and put me in your torture chamber?”

he widens his eyes, surprised by the accusation. “hardly, that seems too high effort for my interests.”

you roll your eyes. this is not the time for jokes. “i’m glad you think this is funny.”

“i don’t, it’s quite troubling.” he admits, folding his arms as he thinks a bit. “i tend to get myself in a bit over my head.”

“tch, clearly.” you fold your arms too, a pouting standoff. “thought you hate monkeys? what’s the point of keeping me here if this isn’t fun for you?”

“you remind me of the moon.” he replies with full earnest, eyes glossed over with a certain…truth to them that you couldn’t deny, despite every bone in your body telling you to.

“what does that even mean?” you groan, trying to stave off a little bit of blushing. god, now i’m developing stockholm syndrome, you think as you roll your eyes yet again, dismissing the possibility.

he smiles, like he did that day at breakfast what feels like forever ago. it’s almost childlike. “it means you bring me a comfort. for some reason. i have hated non-sorcerers for nearly seven years now—it’s a story i will tell another time. but you…you’ve made me acknowledge some things that deep down i already knew. hating non-sorcerers was the easiest way to deflect on the bigger issues.”

you want to quip something witty and mean, but he looks out of the window passed you, his mind and deep brown eyes somewhat distant. “i can’t explain why, for i do not really understand it myself. that’s…why i have kept you here. i was hoping to figure out what it is about you that…challenges every thought i have.”

you chew your lip, some part of you seemingly understanding the emotion he shows you, but the other parts of you still don’t trust it.

“then who was screaming? i heard screaming.” you fold your arms, raising a brow.

“oh, that was a sparring session with the girls. they’re just very very dramatic–and my curses are scary.” he hums, “my technique isn’t like theirs. it’s not a set power, more like the capacity for a lot of power. that’s what i meant when i said that i take curses, the day i met you. i consume them, and can redeploy them at will. they function under my orders, but not all of them are scary.”

“i can’t see them anyway, it doesn’t matter.” you narrow your eyes, debating on trusting that answer.

“i haven’t held a meeting since you’ve been here. you keep my hands full even if i wished to hunt down monkeys, as you so gracefully put it.” he adds, seeing the distrust in your gaze. it was more the the fact that suguru simply hadn’t wanted to harvest more curses, only accepting donations from his rich sorcerer boosters to take care of missions that couldn’t be trusted in normal society. the idea of harming someone has become unsavory almost overnight–your very presence proving that non-sorcerers had plenty of potential and use in this world. you are lovely, smart, and warm. funny even if you’re upset, and indescribably beautiful.

“is that supposed to make me feel better?” you assert, reaching for one of the snacks he brought in. he fights a smile. it seems you are feeling better, if you’ll eat.

“not necessarily. i realize simple words can only go so far.” he says wisely, he’s felt that way before himself. i'm sorry and oh i feel so bad, it doesn’t mean anything if nothing changes.

so he will change.

that night he talks with the moon again, hoping to her that you will permit him in again tomorrow, and the day after that if he is lucky. he wants so badly to absolved of his sins, to be free of the guilt heavier than the curse he found you with. but the moon in all her glory, she truly can’t speak. she cannot do that for him, his little moon would.

the days flow a bit easier after that. you keep your door unlocked, though you still don’t venture out like he had hoped. you’re still angry—you’ve been kidnapped–but you are slowly becoming accustomed to the day to day. suguru brings you a rotation of books, since you won’t go out to the library yourself. you told him you like poems, and he almost felt his heart soar like the pathetic love interest in a rom-com meant for idiot teenagers.

so he brings you a book of poems, and invites you to the gazebo on the lake to read them. you don’t know why, but you accept the offer.

“i just think poetry reads so well against a beautiful backdrop.” he smiles, an expression you’ve come to recognize as genuine. “i won’t bother, don’t worry.” he adds, tucking the well-worn book into your hands. it must be a favorite of his. his hands are big, so big his fingers touch yours in the exchange. it was incidental, but both hearts are fluttering from the contact.

“i’ll give it a read, yeah.” you nod slightly, giving him a genuine smile of your own. he has learned the difference between them. so suguru is pleased enough to hear your answer, and he retreats to his room as promised. the window he loves to stare from has a good look of the gazebo, and as the sun sets upon it, he finds himself watching you instead of the backdrop for once.

the gazebo is a beautiful spot. you have to walk along a small bridge across the lake to get to it, patterned benches with cozy pillows and an arrangement of candles on side tables, flames flickering slightly in the breeze. the lake is starting to ice over as winter creeps near, but you’re dressed for the occasion. best you can tell, geto is rich. he took your clothes with him to the mall to get your sizes, and now you’re the owner of multiple luxury handbags and fur coats, too expensive jumpsuits and whatever else your mind could drum up. needless to say, you’re prepared for the cold. he had wanted you to go outside and explore, after all.

you situate yourself on the couch, adjusting a blanket over your lap. the book opens with a slight creak to the wooden bindings, but the pages are beautifully cared for. it’s a collection of poems from different authors, and you’re captured by each one of them for different reasons. some about loss, love, sense of self. the beauty of poetry is truly that it is in the eye of the beholder, a personal interpretation as powerful as the poem itself. you flip to a dog eared page, the only one in the entire book. hymn to the moon, it’s called, and you feel a tingling in your gut–you know you must read it.

thou silver deity of secret night,

direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;

thou conscious witness of unknown delight,

the lover’s guardian, and the muse’s aid!

by the pale beams i solitary rove,

to thee my tender grief confide;

serenely sweet you glid the silent grove

my friend, my goddess, and my guide…

you’re…captured by it. it’s beautiful, your fingers gliding upon the page as if to feel what geto feels when he reads the same words. the moon, his confidant and guardian and aid, friend, goddess and guide. and you..you remind him of such an uncapturable essence, ethereal beauty. you almost forget everything he’s done from this act of romance alone—truly no one has ever been so..poetic.

suguru watches you from his window, legs dangling over the side. you look even smaller than usual, buried under a blanket and a thick coat, but it only brings a smile to his face. the golden rays of the sun kiss his little moon on the the path behind the trees, casting a golden glow around you that genuinely makes you look like an angel. he observes you like this until you catch him—your gaze drifting up to the window. he smiles at you softly, getting up to go make dinner.

you come back inside when you cannot stand the cold any longer, taking off your coat by the door. suguru is setting the table, you wouldn’t think he was the head of the household based off of these actions alone, the rest of the family sitting and chatting happily.

“oh! geto’s pet monkey, welcome!” miguel says, chuckling as if that was the funniest thing in the world. your face falls, it feels like everything that you had learned about geto had become untrue. if his family would speak to you like that–how are you being spoken of when you’re not close enough to hear? you’ve been a fool to think that you alone can shift a man’s entire worldview in just a few short weeks.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of a loud smack, and a grunt that follows. you realize that miguel is rubbing his cheek, an absolutely shocked expression on his features. suguru is leaned in to his face—and if he had ever looked menacing to you, he puts that to shame now. his eyes are glowering with anger, cheeks red just from emotion alone.

“i have no pets, but if you keep it up i will make you one.” a low growl sound to his voice that puts everyone in the room on edge. he stands straighter, looking to larue and manami. “any shared expressions of doubt?”

“well, geto-sama, she is a non-sorcerer girl and we don’t understand why you are so taken with her–” manami starts, clearly not understanding that the question was extremely sardonic.

“excellent, get out.” he remarks simply, beckoning you closer by pulling your seat out from the table. “both of you. i don’t want to see such pathetic people. i thought my family gathered for me, and trusted my leadership. ideals change—people seldom do. if you’re not willing to accept her as someone i cherish, then i would not share space with you.” he hums, plating up food for you, and then the girls, and then larue. as miguel and manami sit there, confused—he looks around in amazement. “must i repeat myself?”

“we’re sorry, geto-sama, we didn’t mean to offend–” miguel starts, eyes shifting side to side.

“no, that’s exactly what you meant. you two are jealous, and i have no room for that in my home.” he says, jaw clenching. “so remove yourselves. before i do it for you.”

you are bewildered. in the days that you’ve spent with suguru, you’ve learned that this found family of his is of the utmost importance, all people that have sworn their loyalty to him. to see him dismantle them in front of you—for you—is something that never crossed your mind.

to question him is a disgrace to the trust that they have built, the way he sees it. to belittle someone he clearly cares about right in front of him–he couldn’t trust that they wouldn’t do it again when he wasn’t around. and without trust, there is nothing. that’s what makes him work tirelessly for yours. it is the cornerstone of love, and the pinnacle of a bond.

the two of them leave, and their absence is not dwelled upon. suguru will not miss people who disrespect you–and by definition, him. the girls are excited to have more time to talk about themselves anyhow. you eat, listening to them talk and every so often throwing in your own comments and opinions–which suguru admires–and you find yourself a lot more comfortable in his presence as time passes.

as the weeks tick by, suguru grows on you more and more. he’s already captivating—a beautiful and strong man, one with questionable sanity, clearly, but one that cares for you. that much is clear. he starts spending more time in your room, as you force him to endure your k-dramas—he just simply won’t admit that he likes them, but he certainly does ask a lot of questions for someone who couldn’t be bothered—and even letting him lounge with you as you play videogames or read in silence. it is comfortable. you notice how good he smells, the body heat that seems to radiate from him always. you notice crinkles by the corner of his eyes that weren’t there a few months ago. you find yourself falling asleep against him, his hand finding your hip as you lay together and talk. you have such a wealth of knowledge, a perspective on life he has come to adore. you think differently, and it challenges his way of thinking too, for the better. he eventually tells you the tale of how he became a monkey hater, and never presents it as if you should feel sorry for him or even really empathize with the situation.

but you do. and you have such a way about you, a way of understanding without condoning his mistakes. you don’t react with disgust or fear, like you really should, because the months that you’ve spent with him have shown you the person he is inside, and now who he’s becoming outside. you trust that growth. there have been no cult meetings—the only screams those of joy as he spars and chases the girls around with various curses. he has stood up for you and honored every boundary you have made, even though he really doesn’t have to. he knows he can’t possibly compensate for the damage he has done, but he hopes to atone. to be lighter, after telling you this.

you reach your hand out for his face, your touch so light and gentle he knows he doesn’t deserve it. and you look at him as if he didn’t just admit all of the terrible crimes he’s committed for selfish reasons, for his own tortured soul. you look at him with forgiveness.

“and this is why you are my little moon.” he remarks, resting his hand on yours.

do not be remiss, you are not suguru’s keeper. when your grandmother fell ill, suguru traveled with you to see her, investigating to ensure she had the best care there was to be had and paying nurses under the table to get the matriarch better food. he sits there, day and night with you, urging your parents to go home and get some rest. urging you to sleep on the cot and he would stay up and make sure that the nurses do their job, he’s very bossy like that. he’s very intuitive as always, so on days you feel like nothing—he makes sure he turns it into something. even if it is something as small as dinner in your room with him so you don’t have to sit with everyone else, letting you be as distant or as close to him as you need to be. he always knows just what to say, just how much pressure to hold you with, always offering a night out or a bath and massage at the perfect times.

he knows you. very well. and he loves you. very much.

then, he finally kisses you. when he feels the moment come, as you name stars for him under the gazebo, the need to hold your face and press his lips against yours it too much to resist. so he doesn’t. his long fingers cup your chin, but reach all the way to your jaw. he turns your face, and he’s already so close you can barely process your heartbeat jumping up into your throat as his lips crash onto yours, the passion of which you’ve never experienced before. spring has warmed the evening air, but you still lean into his warmth–hands pulling him closer until his hair tickles your shoulders. you feel the rumble in his chest as he hums, tilting his head to deepen the connection, his warm tongue sliding over your bottom lip to ask permission for more.

you let him, feeling a bubbling spark in your stomach that cannot be ignored. his scent wafts into all your senses, his hands sliding down to your thighs to pull you into his lap. he breaks the kiss to let you breathe, and with all the intention of stopping there—but the needy look in your eyes quickly snaps any resolve he has left. oh this is a look he will remember even with dementia in his old, bedridden days. “tell me that i can have you.” he whispers, his mouth pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw and neck, the desperation clear in the way his hands tremble on your waist. you nod, mouth parting as his saliva on your skin sets your nerves ablaze, but he just nips sharply. “with words…”

“you…you can have me, suguru...” you reply, breathless from the casual dominance he exerts, his semi tucked against your ass. he smiles with your gleeful agreement, sliding you back onto the bench, pressing against you until he’s over you completely, giving you another series of lengthy kisses, suckling your bottom lip in between forcing his own tongue into your mouth for you to suckle back. his hands make quick work of his own robes–his physique bared to you. he’s so big—so strong, every muscle ripples as he tosses the clothes over his shoulder, his lips swollen and glossy and eyes lust-blown black. when his fingers curl under your shirt—you remember you’re on the gazebo in the middle of the lake, has he no shame?

as if on cue, he shakes his head, tilting your chin down to look at him. “this is my lake, no wandering eyes.” he promises, kissing up your exposed stomach in a path to your breasts, removing your shirt entirely. he smirks excitedly. “no bra? has my little moon been so eager without my noticing?”

you feel your breath hitch with every press of his lips, the open air kissing you just as gently as he does. his hand slides down, cupping your waiting heat over your shorts, a little growl of excitement slipping past his lips as he leans over for a nipple, swallowing up your pert bud with fast flicks of his tongue, eyes aimed upward to get your reactions.

you gasp shakily, shoulders writhing from his knowledgeable touches, the sensation on your nipples alone has you clenching around nothing. he swaps to the other side, letting his fingers toy with the slickened tissue, grinning mischievously up at you. “i know i certainly have been. you’re so tempting…” his chest heaves, the rough edge to his usual gentle tone only making your pussy pang harder.

then his fingers are hooking in your shorts and underwear, pulling them off in one graceful motion. “oh goddamn..” he sighs, his fat thumb sliding over your clit and down the lips, truly just admiring his sweet pussy.

“stop that~” you blush, embarrassed from his words, the adoration is clear enough in his face for you to know he isn’t teasing, but so is the sternness that you’re used to.

“shhh, don’t tell me how to worship my little moon.” he smirks, dragging his slickened thumb across his tongue slowly, keeping your eyes on him. he groans audibly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “we’re going to have a problem.” he slides back, leaning his head between your legs. his long hair tickles the insides, a needy warm breath fanning over your slick heat. he latches onto your clit, purring like a cat.

heat flushes through your cheeks, your stomach does flips from the feeling, the tip of his tongue pushing back the hood so he gets full access to your raw nerves underneath, the sensation nearly making you drool. he spells his name against you, two fat fingers poking at your hole.

“ah-hah–” you gasp, the stretch of just his fingers is enough to earn filthy moans, and he can’t wait to cram his cock into this wet, welcoming cavern. it makes him twitch before he’s even freed himself, mouth hard at work as he slowly slides his digits in and out. you’re clenching around them, grabbing the cushions close to your body to ground you. he takes that as a good sign, flattening his tongue into kitten licks on your clit, watching it swell from his eager attention with a smirk. those noises, your gasps and moans and your tugging on his hair—it’s just going to ensure he fucks you within an inch of your life.

his fingers speed up, curling into the spot that makes you see stars as if he’s done this a million times before, like he has the map to your pleasure. your eyes roll back, and you choke out a cry of his name, chased with, “daddy daddy please—oh–” before you’re completely done for, pussy shuddering around his fingers that sends you muttering pleas for him to stop, fingers pumping you through the earth shattering feeling he gives you. his cock has its own heartbeat, and he has to free him–suckling remnants off his fingers like it’s his life’s water. he’s pulling his pants down, breathing heavy as he stares at you so perfectly splayed out and pre-ruined for him.

you can hardly catch your own breath, his gaze pinning you still. he’s so intense, such a puzzle of emotions swirling in his dark eyes; love, excitement—something a little darker. the all consuming need to feel you wrapped around him. his cock springs free, slapping his toned abs, leaving a dribble of precum sliding down them. he’s so big, yet again–so girthy and perfectly angled to hit every single spot inside you, angry veins running along the shaft leading into a leaky red tip. it steals whatever breath you have left, but he won’t give you much time to doubt yourself. his hands scoop under your thighs, pulling you down the couch—legs draped over his arms as he bottoms out inside you, all in under a second. your vision blacks out, white sparkles flaring like a staticky television. you’re so so full, you can feel him in your throat, you think. he waits, the mercy a small reprieve at the end of his grace. he’s been far too patient, waiting for you to love him back all of this time. “god, you’re so perfect.” he shakes his head in disbelief, thumb again dragging around your clit to help you acclimate to him easier.

“so beautiful, so warm, my little moon. so mine.” the last bit comes out in his signature low rasp, his hands wrapping to the top of your thighs as he starts to move. your vision hadn’t fully returned to you, your head so light you wonder if there’s still a brain up there. you thought this would be the pinnacle of your pleasure, until you feel the veins of his cock stroking against your walls like he was designed to fit in there, his eyes closing in a moment of bliss. you’re perfect. he’s never told a lie, and he wouldn’t start now. his hips roll slowly, leaning back a bit so he could watch how you swallow him up so well. he knows it’s a tall task, but you were built for him specifically—of course you’re taking him brilliantly. “fuck—feel the way you’re squeezing me?”

“nghhh, daddy—so big!” you manage, tongue lolling out a bit as you struggle to speak at all. “feels–s’good–!”

he chuckles fondly, reaching for your hands to hold, intertwining fingers. that provides him new leverage, fucking into you at the same time as he pulls you into it, brushing against your cervix in a way that makes himself moan nearly as loud as you do, squeezing your hands every time he reaches the hilt. “but you’re taking daddy so well, little moon. you feel so good..”

you’re wrapped around him like a vice, and his cock jumps inside you as he leans in closer, needing to swallow up those delicious moans, kissing at your open mouth as your breaths mingle together, a soft chorus of skin meeting skin and needy pants. you feel split open and sewed back together for him, the pleasure far outweighing any pain from taking someone so huge. his sweet kisses to your mouth and face remind you that he’s got you, that he will take care of you–and your pussy is sent to fluttering spells again—the thread stretching dangerously thin.

“mm, i feel it too, darling. i feel it too—cum for me. show daddy how much you love it.” his hair drapes around your face, like a curtain of darkness, building a world between just the two of you. looking up into his wildly proud eyes snaps that thread, and your head is shaking—powerful screams of his name reigning supreme. his head falls back to drown in that, to drown in you entirely. the way you sound, the way you feel, the way you smell—he’s addicted to it all. he erupts inside, cock jumping against your tight walls, still fluttering from aftershocks. he rolls his hips slowly, letting you feel the hot ropes of his seed decorating your insides, only stopping when he’s afraid you may have passed out, your mewls and whimpers so soft. “that’s it…that’s my good girl~”

you clench around your connection just from the praise, nodding eagerly. he smiles, leaning over with more kisses and gentle touches, your old shirt recycled into your cleaning cloth, catching the mess as he slides out of you with an audible loss of suction around him. he kisses along your collarbones, pecking the bends of your knees, ankles—he’s everywhere and it feels so good you could fall asleep right here, wiped of any energy and most likely the ability to walk on your own. “my little moon, you are perfection..i love you endlessly.” he hums, tucking his robes around you, letting you lay against him under the cooling night sky. he’s in no rush to go inside, the moment so perfect. he can hear your breaths slow, feel you nestle as close to him as you physically can be, your little groans and whines music to his ears. he pets down your back, drawing shapes against the light sheen of sweat coating you with a content heart and smile.

he looks up to the moon, “i can wear a genuine smile now.” he says aloud, pressing more kisses to your face until he takes you to his bedroom for an expertly timed bath and massage, as always.

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scary-grace · 6 months ago

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omg Hana lives au where you’re in her group for a project and keep suggesting studying at her house. You say it’s because she has a library but actually you just think her brother’s cute.

You sent this ask and my brain started clicking, so here is a Hana (and Mon) lives ficlet, ft. a reader who’s lying about her quirk.

“Again?” Hana asks. She heaves a dramatic sigh and flops down over her desk. “We always study at my house.”

“Your house is nicer,” Yue says.

“You have a library and a bunch of pretty windows,” Manami says. “And your backyard is so nice! If the weather’s good we can study outside.”

All of what your friends are saying is true. Hana has the nicest house by far, and the most books you can borrow, but you’re not going to join in the guilt-trip. Hana picks her head up and glances your way. “You’re not going to say anything?”

You can’t. It’ll look suspicious. “I’m fine with wherever,” you say.

“No you’re not,” Yue says, and elbows you. Her elbows are really pointy. “You want to go over to Hana’s too. Say it.”

“Okay, okay,” you say. Maybe not going along with it looks more suspicious than going along with it would. “We have to go over to yours, Hana. Mon loves me, and I promised to go back see him soon.”

“Mon does really like you,” Hana admits. “Better than me. The only person he likes more is Tenko.”

“Is he going to be around?” you ask as casually as possible. “Tenko?”

“Yeah. Why?”

That settles it. You’re going to Hana’s to study if you have to climb over the back fence and study in the grass. “Just figuring out how many snacks to bring. If you’re hosting, I’m bringing food.”

Manami and Yue renew their attack on Hana. “She has a cooking quirk. People pay for her stuff and we get it for free. Come on, Hana —“

Hana heaves an even more dramatic sigh than before, but you can see her smiling slightly. “Fine. My house tomorrow at noon.”

Manami and Yue are grinning, pleased, but you feel a knot of anticipation pulling tight in your chest. You like going to Hana’s, sure, and you love seeing Mon. But you’d rather fail every class between now and graduation than admit to Hana that the reason you always want to study at her place is that you have a crush on her little brother.

You’re not that much older than Tenko is — just a year or so, since you’re a grade ahead in the classes you share with Hana and Yue — and if you told anybody about your crush, the age difference would be the last thing they’d comment on. Tenko can be a little intense, a little earnest, a lot awkward. When you first became friends with Hana, nobody was making him pay for it yet, but then he got to middle school, and you know he got picked on. Hana stood up for him as best she could, and so did you, if someone was mean when you were in earshot. You stood up for him before you had a crush on him. That’s not why you did it.

You’re not sure when you went from the kind of distant fondness you have for your friends’ siblings to this, but it happened, and now you’ll take any chance you get to hang out at Hana’s house. Even if it means you’ll be up all night baking, trying to make the quirk you lied about look real.

You’re at Hana’s house two minutes after noon, with your backpack and two covered trays, one with cupcakes and one with taiyaki. Hana beams. “Sorry I was weird yesterday,” she says as she ushers you inside. “I was worried my dad might try to visit.”

“Oh.” You know Hana’s parents are divorced — messily divorced, and Hana has really mixed feelings about her dad, who lives in a luxury apartment on the other side of town. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s good. I told him he couldn’t visit because I had friends coming over to study, so it all worked out.”

Hana lifts the trays out of your hands while you take off your shoes and goes to set them on the table. As you straighten up, you hear the sound of paws pattering across the floor. “Mon?”

Mon pounces on you, much more spry than his white-flecked muzzle would suggest, and you crouch down to greet him. You don’t have a dog of your own, but you’ve always been a dog person, and Mon’s your favorite by a mile. You tell him so. “Who’s the most handsome man? I missed you so much —“ He bounces up on his hind legs to lick your nose, and you laugh. “I promised I’d come back. You don’t have to give me that many kisses.”

“He wants you to pet him.”

That’s Tenko’s voice, and just like that, you’re nervous. You look up to find him watching you from around the corner, dark-haired and grey-eyed, halfway in the shadows. “You never pet him,” he continues. He got cuter since the last time you saw him. How is that possible? “Why not?”

“Do I have to pet him to love him?” you ask awkwardly. “He likes me anyway.”

“Yeah. A lot. But it’s weird that you don’t pet him.” Tenko scratches lightly at the side of his neck with a gloved hand. “If you’re allergic, you shouldn’t let him lick your face.”

“I’m not allergic.” You nudge Mon away, and thankfully, he defaults to sniffing your backpack, giving you an excuse to look at him instead of Tenko. “I promised I’d bring treats for you next time. Give me a second.”

“He can’t eat treats from the store. They’re bad for him.”

“I made these at home,” you say. “There are two kinds — salmon and quinoa, and carrot and cheese.“

Tenko’s quiet. You glance up at him and see a surprised look on his face. “You made him two kinds of treats?”

“I wasn’t sure what he liked best,” you admit. You take the package out of your backpack, and Mon starts slobbering all over your hands as he tries to get you to open it. “Can I give him one?”

Tenko nods, and you open the plastic bag, selecting a carrot and cheese biscuit. “Sorry I was mean,” he says quietly. “I heard Hana tell you. About our dad —“

“It’s okay,” you say. He’s so earnest about stuff. You can’t remember the last time you heard a boy apologize and really mean it. “Um, should I ask Mon to do a trick or something?”

“If you hold it up and say ‘up’ he’ll stand on his hind legs,” Tenko says, and you laugh. “Don’t make him do it for too long. He’s getting old.”

Tenko’s voice catches a little bit on the last words, and breaks your heart a little bit more. “Can he roll over?”

“Yeah. Mon, roll,” Tenko orders, and Mon flops down and log-rolls twice. “Good boy. Now he can have a treat.”

You feed Mon the carrot and cheese biscuit, which he snaps up in two bites. He must like it, because he immediately comes hunting for more. Tenko fishes around in the bag and comes up with one of the salmon biscuits, which he gives to Mon without asking for a trick first. He pets Mon with gloved hands and Mon immediately pops up, licking his cheek and snuffling his ears. Tenko laughs, a quiet, rusty sound that makes your cheeks heat up. “Don’t be dumb. There aren’t any treats in there. She has the treats.”

Watching the two of them interact, you’re amazed that more of Hana’s friends don’t have crushes on Tenko. There’s something sweet about him, something that renders any weirdness or awkwardness or itchiness irrelevant. You know he’s smart, and you think he’s cute, and the fact that he’s a year younger than you and your friend’s brother shouldn’t matter at all.

But it does matter, because when Hana calls your name, you jump out of your skin like you’ve been caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Where did you go?” she complains, then rounds the corner. “You don’t have to win Mon’s heart with treats. He already likes you second-best out of everybody.”

“He does,” Tenko agrees. He glances sideways at you, somehow managing to look up at you through his eyelashes even though you’re both the same height crouching down. “I can tell.”

You try not to blush and mostly fail, because it’s not Mon’s heart you’re trying to win. And even though you know you shouldn’t, even though you know it’s a bad idea, you reach out to pet Mon’s ears, stealing a little bit of life from yourself and passing it along to him.

part 2 ->

#asks #man door hand hook car door #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #Tomura Shigaraki x reader #Tomura Shigaraki x you #Shigaraki x reader #Shigaraki x you #Shimura Tenko x reader #Shimura Tenko x you #Tenko Shimura x reader #Tenko Shimura x you #x reader #reader insert #ficlet

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lxmelle · 1 year ago

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The man surrounded by the theme of love…

Geto.

Gege has made several writing choices to depict Geto as someone who was handsome and loved - arguably more than any other character in the series. Maybe Gege loves him the most - not complaining at all.

More under the cut - just a few visuals I’ve collected to demonstrate this. I’m certainly not alone in noticing it and there may be others who show this much better, lol. Tag me in if you want to share!!

My post does end with a not-so brief analysis which you can skip if you wish.

Geto, despite being cursed at birth with the technique to absorb the ills of the world, the very skill that led him to fight alongside Gojo as part of the Strongest Duo - by design, each others’ counterpart in so many ways - a twist of fate led them onto opposite paths, leading to complete imbalance, one that drove him into madness.

If Geto in some ways represented Love, it is truly the most twisted curse of all which played a part in his death.

Geto witnessed the most love confessions in the whole series - I found (and stole) it off twitter/now X:

The Japanese originals seem more compelling to me:

Riko says “daisuki” whereas Yuta uses a more traditional “Aishiteru” which, is quite embarrassing of a confession, and therefore almost hints at what could be Gojo’s last words to Geto, if it directly parallels Yuta & Rika’s relationship. And that expression Geto wears when he sees Riko and Kuroi struggle with separating?

That does not look like a person who cannot sympathise and empathise with people. Geto was a person who cared too much, and in search for a way to protect those he cared for, needed an outlet and something (in this case, lesser being, the humans) to blame. He descended into a mania and much like shinobu sensui from yu yu hakusho, seemed to develop some kind of mental disorder due to being unable to carry the conflicting ideals together. The dissonance the world presented to him was just too cruel, and he himself became a weapon to defend his ideals.

Before his defection, Geto was liked by his peers:

Haibara

Mei Mei

Loved by his family for and despite his ideals:

Mimiko and Nanako

Shibuya crew liked/loved him and carried his will/beliefs even after his death, in their own ways, as family:

Miguel and Larue in the most recent chapter to date:

Translations (rough):

Larue: You and me alike, we just wanted Suguru-chan to be King.

Miguel: Yea, I followed just because it was Geto. After shibuya, I trained Okkotsu and I don’t want anything to do with the country anymore. (Something along these lines; a little too complicated for my rudimentary Japanese)

Larue: You , me, Mimiko, Nanako, Manami, Toshihisa, everyone just really liked/loved Suguru-chan.

Canonically, he was known to be handsome and popular:

Takaba

Gege’s character book:

JJK popularity poll:

I do not have screengrabs of how Manami and Larue joined, but it was said to be due to how handsome they thought he was.

Maybe he was like Rika, who did realise how she came across in her life, and manipulated people, lol. But that’s a bit of a stretch to bring that parallel/similarity in. Geto was just quite a magnetic person, according to Gege.

And in the most roundabout way:

Gojo:

“my one and only”

“Love is the most twisted curse...” “curse me a little at the end.”

“I don’t need love to satisfy me” ... “if you were there I might’ve have been satisfied”

While love surrounds Geto, the theme that follows Gojo appears to be “the strongest” cursed; he was admired, revered, feared, and disliked by many. It truly breaks my heart, to think of what he had to give up to carry the weight of this for his whole life, until the very end.

This looks like the most dizzyingly lonely picture of Gojo. It was indeed ironic to have it all but to embody what it means to have an unlimited void by being totally different.

He suffered so much for his power and to have carried this strength. The sorcerer world was practically on his shoulders. The balance was up to him; everyone relied on him. Every time he tried to protect his love (geto) it seemed to fail. It worsened each time, ending with his own demise. But of course that’s just a dramatic interpretation - I don’t really mean/believe that, but it is one way to see the tragedy between Gojo and Geto. Strength at the expense of love; it plays out with the strongest this far as those identifying with this title are plagued by loneliness and do not know love.

They met before things got twisted within themselves, between them. Even after Geto left, Gojo seemed to be looking and waiting for him - to prove his trust for him almost as if he saw through his illusions and lies. Geto was the shadow (Yin) and Gojo was the light (Yang). Only the light can see through the dark. I’ll leave the gojo characterisation for another time / to other better writers.

For now, I’ll just say that I felt that he had planned for the possibility of losing to Sukuna (with the various things we see him do between scheduling the 24th and the actual day) and if he won, he’d just carry on the plan to cremate Geto on top of saving everyone and being a good example as the strongest. Worst case scenario, he would weaken Sukuna and I guess just die on the same day as Geto - idk, maybe as a form of redemption for one of his most painful experiences in life. Who knows?

I headcanon he was relieved to pass on, doing his part to defend the world that relied on him so much, with a big bang - a really fun fight.

And I’m glad they found each other at the end - the loved and the lost.

Back to Geto:

We don’t get much insight into what Geto wanted or felt aside from a world that was better for sorcerers, those he cared about. Even at the afterlife scene, or in subsequent chapters, we only hear from others rather than Geto.

Call me biased and delusional; I believe he didn’t kill the innocent despite saying he hated them all. He loved and hurt so strongly that he hated with almost equal force. He did want to force evolution and eventually extinguish all human kind, to him: the ignorant source of suffering, but I’m glad he didn’t manage to get Rika. I headcanon that he was aware he was losing himself by defying his own principles (to kill sorcerers) for his own gain. That, and Rika with a binding vow for a life, no less, was just too powerful.

In the official character book, Geto was described as someone who told himself that he hated humans a lot, like a reminder. He didn’t kill people indiscriminately. I’m sure he was well aware of how evil he had become but he had chosen, hadn’t he? He expressed to Yuta, that self-affirmation was incredibly important in his view. And the more he interacted with the students, I think the more his humanity fought back - I mean, he was standing there crying from being so moved by what he saw. He also let Yuta heal his friends. How villainous? Or how incredibly loving in spite of himself?

Geto has been shown to lie to others too: jjk 0: described having lied to the school about the conditions for obtaining a cursed spirit, and after defecting: upon taking stage for the first time, stating that the looking the part (wearing gojokesa) was important (ie lying). At his death’s door, he also prefaces with, no matter what anyone says - why would there be a need for that if he wasn’t telling a half-truth? He sought to avenge Riko (first person at the cult he killed after calling him onto the stage + cue mic throw) and the village represented a bunch of people who he slaughtered out of rage and ignorance. I’m definitely not defending him here - his actions are reprehensible. My headcanon view is that he didn’t know how to live with himself after snapping and that was the only path laid before him, which he ardently committed to.

I just think that he held onto a form of love/humanity still- Gojo and Geto both did. Without it, Geto would’ve become the Queen of curses due to Rika (uncaring about his family, or killing young sorcerors despite witnessing the students’ bond and yuta’s selfless power of love in jjk0) and Gojo may have focused on training at all cost without embracing Geto’s principles and becoming a teacher to change the jujutsu world - he could’ve become the next Sukuna and take the title of the King of curses instead - crowning them both King and Queen - instead of both the King and Queen contributing to their deaths. Anyway, I digress...

Geto appears very mother-coded in his protective and defensive relations to the girls, but also to Riko, Kuroi, and Gojo - especially after Toji had killed them. He was so fiercely trying to avenge and defend them, but failing that had a huge effect on him. Moreover, Haibara - innocent, glowingly positive - suffered an undeserved death. It weighed so heavily on Geto, that he didn’t defend Gojo when Nanami vented about leaving things to Gojo who seemed to take it all in his stride, almost insinuating that Geto, too, had little autonomy but to carry on that cycle of curse consumption he began to loathe.

Yuki also underlined the meaninglessness of the death / sacrifice / relationship rupture / suffering. And like the novel implies: Geto was too sincere for this world. He just loved too deeply and wounds cut him too painfully. At just 17... what inner resources were they forced to develop?

He was disillusioned by the system, but respected that Gojo had a place there. This is also SatoSugu indulgent: He never once attempted to talk Gojo into joining him, despite it being the most logical choice, but Geto was the emotional and loving kind - he prioritised Gojo over his ideals / himself. This man was willing to die trying to pursue his ideals, but didn’t want to try convincing his friend even if he know it might fail. What does that say about him? I think it says he loved Gojo. And Gojo loved him.

He masked like Gojo did : the infamous “yeah I’d win” and Geto’s “I’ve made my choice” and his face fell as he had his back turned, stating that he just needed to do it to the best of his ability. This may be headcanon but it does seem plausible to me. He was under no illusions about what he had done. To love was to turn away too. To love was to let the other go. Sigh.

Backtracking a bit: When Geto encountered the twin girls, who knows what entered his mind, but there was something that emerged from being horrified, enraged, and it gave birth to new meaning. He would take control and save them - from humans and the institution that made child sorcerors die. According to Gege, he became Papa Geto. (Kenjaku is also mum-coded but the antithesis of motherly love, with the womb protrusion domain and actually bearing children.)

This is of course not limited to feminine energy, as parents, both male and female, have protective instincts. But I’m not here to go into that discourse. Just stereotypically, and loosely speaking, Geto is very Yin energy. He is a big Mama Bear. With extreme maternal aggression. We see female counterparts do this in the wild more than males. And yes, of course both male and female are protective. Both geto and gojo were protective in their own unique ways. That’s for another post. Geto would rather die than have anyone come save him. In fact, the scripture behind him in the temple goes somewhere along the lines of “death to the weak”. If he had failed, he deserved to die. His family should live.

Gojo cares for others differently. And yes we know he died whilst defending others too. He is inherently more individualistic due to what he is with his gifts and noble heritage. He is less emotional and more cerebral, the only time we saw him lose his composure was due to Geto.

He allows his students to take risks and would allow them to fight in his stead, like in jjk 0 where Toge and panda were sent to be defeated by Geto. Tough love, as Gojo admits. This is also very Dad-like in the modern sense of the word.

In my subjective experiencing of the world, it’s almost like a husband who is only really emotionally vulnerable with his wife, and is otherwise the successful businessman, dad, and whatever else he is. Geto is much like a mum that he would walk away from her husband (lol, Gojo in this case) in order to protect them in a way she deems is best. Maybe I’m a little nuts, I don’t know. (Actually I am a little eccentric, but that’s by the by).

Now this is totally just satosugu indulgent: I headcanon that Gojo also “protected” / was possessive of Geto by making a deal with Miguel since the latter said he would curse Geto if he died, lol. Especially in light of the latest chapter where Miguel said he was spared by Gojo. (And i reckon Gojo was respectful of Miguel being Geto’s family, so he spared him for that reason too). I mean, Gojo had to kill his best friend, but this was his burden to bear, you know? It’s almost sickeningly intimate to allow someone to end your suffering, and be entrusted with that too. Ugh, ouch, my heart…..

Edit: I’m reminded of that scene where Shoko reflects on loving neither of them, like Gojo, Geto didn’t want anyone to be alone anymore either. Geto said he didn’t feel happy from the bottom of his heart. Gojo felt lonely (although he said it got better at the airport scene). They weren’t alone, but probably felt it… because of the absence of their true/first love? Larue stating in the panels above that Geto wouldn’t wish for them to fight seems like a nod to what Geto believed happened between him and Gojo. Gojo raised allies - be strong, don’t be left behind. Geto a family - get along, don’t fight. Just pointing out what my take is on the parallels I’ve observed.

That ends the brief analysis portion of what I wished to convey about what appears to surround Geto. He may not have been depicted much in the series, but his presence has been felt through the eyes of many. It made me wonder why did Gege do this?

This author deliberately wrote multiple people in the verse to love and follow him (and spare him a death sentence for 10 years) despite not agreeing to his ideals.

Perhaps it isn’t Gege’s focus, understandably, to give us a lot more insight from Geto’s pov, but there is certainly some kind of narrative he is pushing to depict how this man, cruel yet kind, is somehow one of the few he seems to portray in this way more than others within the sorcerer world at the very least. That his life was somehow a tragedy that he might not have really known the love at all? I wonder what Gojo’s last words were to incite such a heartfelt reaction - well done? Welcome home? You did well? I love you? My one and only best friend? Sigh, I guess it’s a secret between them.

There are others who have written metas on Gojo and maternal energy. If I find it I’ll link it! Otherwise, search through my reblogs! So many fantastic writers and thinkers out there!

Thanks for reading if you made it this far!

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evakinnie · 3 months ago

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hehe tetro ghost au (contains spoilers for well... almost everything so far)

TW: BLOOD!! take care of yo self!! taking care of yourself is badass!!

VICTIM #1: ISONO MIKI isono isn't filled with much anger, she doesn't torment anyone and just looms around tsuno and wada (well until tsuno died then they both watched wada), wada stays quiet but he sometimes see's her ghost in the reflection of the microwave and in the kitchen, once hiroaki ran out because he SWORE he saw isono on the reflection of a frying pan.

VICTIM #2: CHIBA AIRI chiba isnt vengeful or angery either, she walks in a odd way due to her neck injury and the fact that her sight is slanted, shes more of a sound ghost then isono, often leaving husky dry whispers in her wake, she followed hama until he passed away. then she would follow anyone along with hama. shes often heard in the auditorium or the A/V room. she started crying when she heard ojima mumble about her story during the investigation

VICTIM #3: KAMIMURA KAZUTOSHI where do we begin, hes spiteful and angry, he often bumps into stuff due to his... well lack of a head. he often randomly knocks on hasegawas door and when hasegawa opens it he smells bleach and blood. he's has this kind of aura that makes everyone feel off when he's around the area. like a sense of dreed. he stays by Hasegawa's side, often cursing out hiroaki... but no one will hear him, never again.

VICTIM #4: TSUNO MANAMI she always follows wada, not much to report, she however always makes the fridge make weird noises when wada's around, the rare times shes not around wada shes in the med-bay watching yanagi.

VICTIM #5: WATARI ISHINO shes burnt beyond recognition, she holds resent agents everyone for voting hama out. she never follows anyone. she is angry.

#tetro danganronpa spoilers #tetro danganronpa pink #kamimura kazutoshi #tetro danganronpa #tetro pink #watari nishino #tsuno manami #chiba airi #isono miki #i hope thats the right tag for him #digital art #art #ghost au #hehehehe im making them suffer #kazutoshi kamimura

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pixelscutz · 9 months ago

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kento nanami,, food play kink - kinktober ! ★

“mhm..” you say giggling, as manami’s dick twitches, watching you spray some whipping cream into your mouth. “hurry up.” he mutters under his breath as you squirt the fluffy cream onto his chest. before he can complain how cold it is, you lick it off slowly training from his chest down to his lower abdomen, making sure to leave small hickeys along the way. his body shivers towards your touch, soon until reach towards your touch, clearly looking pained as you giggle looking up to him.

“such a pretty cock..” giggling, you squirt on another heavy load of whip cream onto his tip, making it trickle down to his balls.

“hurry up and put it in your mouth then.” nanami mutters under his breath. as soon as that statement leaves his mouth, your tongue starts to lick the thick substance off of his tip, pushing your mouth down further. his body shivers through your touch, making you excited about this new way to dominate him. Bringing your head up and down through a stable motion nanami lets out a loud moan making you full of adrenaline, and push down even harder than before, making you leave a mess mixed with precum, spit and whipped cream. a part of you think it’s disgusting while another part things it absolutely amazing. bobbling up and down, nanami warns you, “i’m about to cum- oh fuck baby..” he yells as he spills his hot seed into your mouth, leaving you as satisfied as ever.

warnings : food play, oral sex ( m! reciving), MA,, i got this kink inspo from icebreaker by hannah grace so creds to her !

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mullermilkshake · 25 days ago

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An evaluation

Part 1 <- Part 2 -> Part 3

Suguru goes to work.

Summary - You are just an author wanting to put your writing out there and carry on with your life, but when two people end up murdered, things you write about seem to be more real than just pure fiction.

Pairing - Yandere!Suguru Geto x F!Reader

Tags - DDDNE, Domestic sort of fluff, Yandere!thoughts, Obsession, sex addict, lewd and dark thoughts, mentions of infidelity, Murder

<<< Master list >>>

Credit to - @404UND_ Twitter ☆ (Geto) - @maronjapan9a (Satoru)

Hello Love,

I adore you. Your work is everything to me.

I loved the part about how the bodies were found, the dolls were a creepy touch.

Keep up the good work.

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Suguru’s alarm tore through the bedroom.

One more day.

Another day at the office and he’d be off on vacation for almost a week. A week, undisturbed at the cabin with you. Perfect . Suguru couldn’t wait to leave work later, leaving behind all of the tiresome groaning and complaints of infidelity or odd patterns in behaviour that indicated acute behavioural issues at the door.

Suguru loved his job, but he loved you more. Any time away with you was time incredibly well spent.

Except you weren’t in the bed when he rolled over. Your side was empty, cold. Suguru rubbed the sleep from his eyes and braced himself to sit up, he didn’t bother to slide into his robe and wandered off to the bathroom.

His hair was loose, falling past his shoulders in a rut, you had put him in a rut, looking the way you did in that dress last night. Lavender was always your colour, it did something to make your complexion glow and made all those little freckles stand out. Suguru would have kissed every one of them if there was enough time in the day, well, he almost did not eight hours ago.

Turning the shower on, the glass still steamy from where you had previously used it, Suguru climbed in, a little disappointed he wasn’t bestowed with the chance of joining you. Though, he’d still have an entire week to make up the lost time.

Today, he had a whole slew of clients, last minute appointments and referrals to make before Manami would take over from her usual secretarial work, manage his calendar and more confidential records while he was away.

The shower warmed his muscles through to their core, adding a pleasant sting to a remarkable night. You were far too easy to please, and it pleased him . Suguru could have thought about you every second of every day and it still wasn’t enough to put into words. He adored you, every breathless gasp and subtle touch of his shoulder or sudden pull of his hair, he treasured it.

And you were just an amazing person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Soon enough, you were going to be his wife. Mrs Geto.

Suguru washed himself and dressed ready for the office. He neatened his hair and tied it professionally so that it was kept out of his face and slipped his glasses on to the bridge of his nose, tucking the spectacle cord over his neck.

One more day. Another day of seeing you potter about downstairs just wearing Suguru’s shirt from the night before while the radio played along in the background. He loved the way it rode up each time you reached to open a cupboard or bent down momentarily to pull something out of a low drawer, he hadn’t realised he’d been staring.

“Morning.” You smiled, resuming your activities.

Were you making pancakes, or breakfast muffins? “You’re proactive this morning.”

Yeah, they were definitely muffins. “I thought I’d use up some of the stuff in the kitchen before we leave tonight. Take some stuff with us.” You sucked some of the batter that stuck off of your finger.

Were you purposefully trying to stop Suguru leaving for work? He thought so. Maybe something quick would tire him over, make you squirm all bent over the kitchen counter. “Perfect, as soon as I’m home we’ll leave. I’ll try to get out early.”

Should he? He could realistically turn up to work at any time. He owned the place after all.

“Sounds good, I’ll get our things packed. Call me when you’re on your way home.”

What if he pulled out that remote controlled toy and used it on you periodically while he was away, you seemed to really enjoy it last time. Getting multiple messages from you was not a common occurrence, especially when you were writing. But that day… he enjoyed the control.

In the end, seeing you pleasured was what got Suguru off.

But, he pushed against his better judgement and decided to leave for work before you ended up keeping him all day. Again, his week off would make up for it. He would make sure you were entirely looked after.

“Alright then.” He picked up his briefcase from the hall and you were already by the door waiting for him.

He took one brief glance at his watch. Last chance to initiate something before I go.

Before he could, you did. And abruptly too. Pulling him down to your level, you wrapped your arms around his neck and rubbed your nose on his. Suguru naturally held you flush against him and inhaled everything.

“One more day of work, and then we’re all alone.”

“Don’t tempt me to leave for work late, I may not even make it in.” Yep, against his better judgement. Now all he wanted to do was stay here with you.

“You’ll have me all to yourself when we get there… undisturbed.” You weren’t usually this forward.

Suguru tried to suppress a growl from his throat, thinking of all the ways to stop himself from getting hard, because then he would definitely be late. And you would be a messy heap on the bed for at least an hour.

“You’re treading dangerously if you want to make it to the cabin before it gets late. I may not have a choice but to show you how serious I am in the car.” Hot and sweaty car sex to watch your knees buckle. One of his favourites.

You bit your lip. God, you bit your lip. “Maybe you should do that later anyway.”

Maybe he would.

One sweet peck to his lips and you were off back towards the kitchen, grabbing a bag from the counter. “Here, make sure you eat today.”

You’d packed him lunch. “I’d rather have you for dinner, sweetie.”

Suguru loved that smirk of yours. “You’re already running late. Go now before the traffic hits. I’ll be waiting right here.”

“Don’t work too hard.” How Suguru had the willpower was beyond his comprehension.

He blew you a kiss and left, making his way to his old mint vintage car and slapped his briefcase down in the passenger seat.

It was going to be a long day.

He knew as much when he arrived, Manami already nipping at his heels the moment he stepped in. “Geto, you have an extra client needing to see you, it’s an emergency.”

Great. “Who is it?”

She said a name but Suguru but it didn’t particularly translate well because his mind the whole way over was still thinking of you. Thinking of you more would only drag the day out, so he grabbed some coffee and cleared his head at his desk.

“Right, who was it?” The coffee steamed in the mug on the table, almost audibly while Manami searched through her notes.

“Mr Simmons?”

“Ah yes.” The sex addict. “Did he give any particular reason to why he needs my services today? He has a session next week.”

“He didn’t. He was just panicking.”

“Very well then. Make him my last, will you?- Oh and can you get a dozen roses ordered for me to take home when I leave?”

“Sure thing.”

Mr Simmons was a handful at the best of times. It was better to have his session last and run home afterwards, otherwise the day really would drag on.

It still didn’t stop Suguru from dreading whatever the man wanted to speak about, right up until he knocked on his office door that evening and even after that.

“Thanks for seeing me, Doctor Geto. I-I don’t know what to do.” The man was a sex addict with a thousand crude thoughts a day when he wasn’t using his dick to either fuck or masturbate.

“Take a seat Mr Simmons. Make yourself comfortable and tell me what’s on your mind.” Suguru took up his usual seat as soon as Mr Simmons laid himself down on the chaise lounge.

He crossed one leg over the other, staring gormlessly at the ceiling while resting his arm on his forehead. “I’m panicking because this is all new and I need to know what I’m feeling is right. It doesn’t feel right.”

Oh dear. Suguru was in for a long one. “Go right ahead.”

“So… I started a new hobby, like you suggested.” He paused hesitantly and eyed Suguru for a moment before continuing. “I-I took up reading and I’m enjoying it.”

A good start for someone who needed to masturbate at least 3 times a day just to get by. “That’s great. But I feel there’s a ‘but’ coming on?”

“I picked up this book. ‘A fate sealed’.” The title made Suguru finally pay proper attention to him.

That was your book. Mr Simmoms even said your name.

“Alright.” Not exactly the best book for a sex addict, but a better start than fucking everything that moves. It was your book too, so he wouldn’t complain in the slightest.

“I like the dark stuff, and what the main character did with those bodies, making them look like dolls. And then it got me thinking of dolls in general… sex dolls… then I was thinking about sex again and tried really hard to finish the book and not touch myself.”

“Self control is the first step to conquering an addiction. It takes practice. Full control is a daily battle Mr Simmons, you won’t get on the right track straight away and it’s alright to question your ideals. But what I’m unsure of is what you think is so wrong? What do you assume isn't right?”

Mr Simmons shuffled on the chaise lounge and turned his back to Suguru. “It’s the horrid thoughts. The more I think about them, the further I read and I just can’t put the book down.”

“How so?”

“The author.”

“Right…” It was a book not suitable for young audiences, maybe he wanted to thank you for writing it perhaps?

“All the things in that book, after seeing her author picture. I wanted to do those things to her- I still do. Sex. Rough and hateful. I want to pour hot wax all over her tits and lube them up so I can fuck them, but not just anyone, just her. Her picture is to die for and I can't stop thinking about it and it’s so wrong; god it’s getting me hard just thinking about it. I don't know what to do!” He shot up from his prone position and began to pace the office.

Candle wax? That wasn’t something you were into, even Suguru hadn’t experienced that with you. He enjoyed taking control and being dominating, but he’d never harm a hair on your head. And this asshole wanted to do some harsh things to your body.

Suguru had read your book. He knew the type of depraved stuff that was in there. No boundaries and non consensual stuff the fan base loved, but it didn’t represent you at all. But this man. He had thought about hurting you, desecrating you in the worst way and Suguru had to be professional about it.

Mr Simmons paid a lot of money to visit Suguru twice a week for an hour and speak of all his insecurities and perverted fantasies he was trying to curb for good. Of course that wouldn’t work. He was incredibly weak willed. Especially if he was getting aroused by a dark romance thriller and using your picture as a tipping point.

Had he masturbated to your picture? Suguru dreaded to think.

Despite Suguru’s fortunate position to have the real person at home, he couldn't deny that there was a small pang of annoyance in his heart. To think men were imagining you like this. A perfect, talented woman who had your own struggles in your field of work, just to have men touching themselves and objectifying you.

Suguru allowed Mr Simmons a moment. “I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’m trying to stop the sex and it’s only leading to more sex. Please help me, Doctor Geto. I-I don’t know what to do.”

“First of all, maybe you should stop reading the rest of that book.”

“I finished it last night.”

Great. “And were you able to refrain from touching yourself?”

“No… But I only jerked off twice. That’s better than nothing right?” He really was a pathetic man.

Suguru knew he should keep his emotions and feelings to himself and out of the workplace, though this was the first time anyone from the outside brought you into his office. “Give the book to someone else and practise the self help techniques we discussed last week.”

“They never work! Sometimes I just want to go to a bathhouse and stick my cock in every glory hole in the place and come everywhere. But it’s not who I want to be, it’s not what I wanna do, I have a fucking wife, man.”

“I think, just for now, try those techniques, and maybe try taking up a new hobby with your wife. Every time you feel the urge outside of the bedroom, with your wife, go for a walk and take in the scenery with her. I’m sure dedicating some time with her could change your perspective, at least until the urge begins to fade.”

“I guess so.” That seemed to calm him. “I guess I jumped the gun, huh?”

“Not at all.” Suguru put his best foot forward with a smile and stood up to mirror him. “Sometimes we just need that floatie to hold on to when the water gets a little too high.”

Ask your wife.

“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice… I’ll try that walking thing with my wife and see how it goes.”

“Yes. Let’s meet next week and see how you got on.” Another smile and he was practically herding Mr Simmons out of his office.

“Thanks again, Doctor Geto.”

As soon as Mr Simmons left and the door closed, Suguru’s smile dropped and slow deep breaths were not working. A man fantasized about touching you, fucking you. But more so, hurting you.

He knew there were plenty of ingrates out there willing to hurt someone, but when it came to you, it made him anxious, short of breath. What if Mr Simmons found out that you were Suguru’s partner and decided to follow him home?

It was a stretch, but still a possibility. Once that made him sick to his stomach.

Mr Simmons posed a danger to other people. But mostly you.

“That bastard!” He cleared his desk in one swipe, no prisoners.

There was one thing you had never seen from Suguru. You hadn’t ever seen his temper. And he had a fucking temper.

Manami didn’t know and slipped right on through the door with a bouquet of roses in her arms. “What the hell is going on in here?” She laid them down on the table.

She hadn’t seen his temper flare either. He curbed it in an instant. “I fell. I guess I’m more exhausted from the week than I realised. Don’t mind me, I’ll clear this mess up.”

There wasn’t much to clear besides papers. No mess, just an outlet for his anger.

Manami scoffed and knelt down to scoop up the paper dashed about the place. “Yeah, of course. Go home, Geto. I’ll get this sorted.”

He chuckled softly and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He made a pretty big ass of himself. “I owe you one, Manami.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just buy me a drink when we all meet up for drinks at christmas and that’ll square us off.” She spoke your name with sincerity. “Go home to her and enjoy your time off, you clearly need it.”

He did. He was counting down the hours until he could go back to you and here he was throwing a tantrum over some guy who never had a chance with you to begin with. How foolish.

“Thanks, I’ll let her know. See you next week.” With that, he shuffled around the mess, took the roses and left the office, trudging out of the lobby and back down to his car.

Thicker fog started to settle in the air, lingering past the car's front window. Just then Suguru’s phone vibrated. He carefully placed the roses down on the passenger seat alongside his briefcase.

You - It’s foggy, be safe, see you soon x

He was far too lucky. You really were an angel.

Suguru decided before coming home, he would pick up some sweets from the store. There he would let you know he was on his way home and surprise you coming home early, and bearing gifts.

Setting off slow, the fog loosened up a little by the time he’d gotten past the long lane road. His office was a way away from the main town to which he enjoyed, it was closer to the cabin too, being in the same direction, it wasn’t far should he be called in for an emergency.

Turning left, it was far longer than any other road he had to drive down. This time of night, there was hardly anyone driving the other way, especially in this fog.

But someone was there. Not driving. But walking.

Suguru narrowed his eyes as he drove by and recognised Mr Simmons trudging back down the lane. What a stupid place to be heading home, along with traffic too. Had he never heard of road safety?

He was in two minds in offering Mr Simmonds a ride, but he drove past him, thinking back on his conversation, the man didn’t deserve the courtesy.

In fact, the little intrusive thoughts made their way and burrowed in his brain that the man deserved to be run over for the vile things he wanted to do to you. So many fucked up things.

If he did those, the beautiful and pure breaths and gasps that left your lips when he made you feel good would cease to be and disappear. The man would ruin you if he ever managed to get his grubby claws in you.

Suguru promised himself he would remain professional and open minded.

But it was gnawing away at him, far too corrosive for him to ignore.

“Motherfucker.” Suguru applied the brakes and spun the wheel, turning the car around and speeding back the way he came.

Mr Simmons remained on his side of the road, traipsing in the dark with a hunch in his shoulders. He didn’t even see the car coming and bounced off of the side of the hood upon impact.

“Whoops.” Suguru slammed the brakes and trained his eyes on the rear view mirror, watching the body in the middle of the road unblinking to make sure he didn’t get back up.

Of course the bastard did.

“Really?” Suguru yanked the steering wheel to the side and turned the car back around.

It was as though Mr Simmons was drunk, he got up and stumbled away with no sense of urgency or panic. So Suguru hit him again. His poor vintage car.

The damage wasn’t as bad as he initially thought. The beautiful thing about vintage cars, as they were truly built to last. That’s why he always tuned it up when he went away to the cabin. TIme away and space to work on his baby.

But, he did promise himself that he would stop doing this. Hitting people with his car messed with the grill on the front and he could only say he ‘hit an animal’ so much. Two times was the charm and he hoped he wouldn’t make it a third time, but here he was.

Oh hell, now he needed to hide the body too and clean the car before going back to you.

Suguru looked down at the smushed pile of meat on the floor. “All you had to do was stop tugging at yourself and maybe you would have gone home to your wife tonight… You have yours, so leave mine alone.”

It was a pain to clean up impromptu. Still, Suguru got to work.

“Hey, Doctor Geto! I haven’t seen you in a while.” The shop clerk waved to him with a smile as he entered after leaving the lanes.

“It’s good to see you, how have you been?” Suguru wiped the back of his pants with his hands and walked up to the register to pick up the sweets to take home.

“Ah, same old. How’s that special lady of yours?” He bent down and fished out a special box, Suguru was somewhat of a regular after work.

“She’s doing great thanks. Uh, any chance I can use the hose? This fog is crazy and I clipped a deer out on the lane.”

The clerk scratched his head. “Damn, again? Of course you can… That lane sure is dangerous, huh? I hear that bends pretty bad on a good day, I never go down it myself in case I see something I shouldn’t. I’d hate to hit a poor animal.”

“Yeah, it’s not pretty.” He pulled his wallet from his pocket and laid some notes down. “Thanks, I’ll be quick, I’ve got to get home soon enough. I’ll take my usual too. Keep the change.”

“Any time, say hello to your girl for me!” He waved Suguru off as he made his way out of the store and bought the car around the side.

That’s when he called you.

“Hey hon, it’s late, are you alright?” Your concern came through obvious enough.

“Sorry Sweetie, I had a bit of a hiccup, but I’m fine, just got the car dirty. I’m getting her cleaned now so you don’t see all the animal yuck all over it.”

There was a pause on your end. “Did you… Did you hit something? I knew this fog was bad but-”

“I’m fine, don’t you worry. I’ll be twenty minutes, tops.” He really had to sell it. So he sang it a little. “I have sweets, I hope that makes up for my lateness? We still have time to drive out to the cabin tonight.”

You sighed audibly. “I guess we do have time.”

“I still have to show you just how dangerously you were living, don’t I? Can’t do that if we don’t have a car to do it in. Be ready when I get home sweetheart, I’ll make it up to you.”

Your silence was everything to him. You were contemplating it, he knew it. You’d take it, because you took everything Suguru gave you.

“I guess we could come to some sort of arrangement… But don't take too long. I miss you.” That was your own code and words for ‘don’t make me wait, I want your cock’. You were just that easy to read.

“Of course. Anything for you, Dearest.”

That made you chuckle. “Well, get home safely. Everything’s packed. I love you.”

“I love you too, see you soon.” Suguru clicked the phone off and threw it into the centre console.

The next week was a break well worth it. All that stood between him and his time with you was washing Mr Simmons' guts off of the car and a few scattered teeth.

Then Suguru could finally rest from his impulses.

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I Think He Knows: (Chapter Six)

Summary: When your novel takes off and becomes a best seller, doors of opportunities open for you. You can work on the series you have dreamed about all your life. And you’re also given the chance to stay in a tiny cottage in Europe for two years to help with inspiration! Your best friend, Geto Suguru, shatters at the news. How could he tell you how he feels when you leave him? His opportunity appears right before him when you confess that your editor thinks a change of scenery will help with your not-so-steamy romance scenes. They’re lacking a particular spice because you’re a virgin. So, Suguru does what any best friend would do. He offers to teach you how things work. Will you cross that line as friends? Or will you both say goodbye?

Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,964

Warning: Language, suggestiveness, rql sex (male receiving) grinding, neck kisses, dry humping, mentions of character death,night terror, blood, mentions of PTSD, anxiety

A/N: Man oh man what a silly fluffy slice of life spicy series we got! It would be a shame if something happened 😀—😈

*MDNI*

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

Think that you were an easy-going person who got along well with everyone. Generally, you were easy-going unless someone fucked you over, then you were a bit salty. Manami Suda Was the only exception. You could not stand her guts. She would be the only person he would gladly hit with your car.

“Manami,” you spit back, crossing your arms over your chest. “Suguru is expecting me.”

“Mm, he didn’t mention anything to me. You would assume he would make his schedule.”

“Ha, funny, let me in.”

“Huh,” she purses her red-painted lips together. “Let me check with my client and see if he’s available. We’re both swamped.”

You roll your eyes, pushing open the door, poking your head. “Suguru, call your Hellhound off.” Manami presses herself to the side, trying to block you from getting further inside the apartment.

“Geto is busy at the moment, but he’ll call you later.”

“Busy my ass Suguru!!”

Upon hearing you call his name again, Suguru headed out of his makeshift studio. He was covered in different blue paint hues, smeared on his forearm and cheek. His eyes darted between you, trying to force your way inside before back at his agent, who was fighting against your attempts. Dark ice glitter with the amusement at how you were putting all your effort into trying to squeeze past her

“Manami, let her in.” He finally said with a chuckle. “Before she starts gnawing at the door frame.”

“Ha!” Manami sidestepped again just as you tried pushing yourself inside, resulting in you falling face forward with the yelp dropping the groceries.“Geto called you a termite.”

Wincing, you sat up, rubbing your chin. Suguru had better put an ad online for a new agent because his current one was about to disappear without a trace. “But she’s the cutest termite in the whole world.” The bluntness and flirty tone of his voice had both you and Manami glancing at him as he headed into the kitchen.

Since when did he start calling you cute around other people? That was usually something someone said about their partner, right? Not their best friend. More importantly, why the hell did you love it?

Manami was too stunned to speak as she gaped at her client before looking back at you. You felt her eyes on you, so you didn't know what any mature adult your age would do. You glanced back up at her and smiled as wide as you could before sticking your tongue out at her. She glared, nose pinching up in annoyance as she flipped you off with her sharp, manicured nails. To which you shot back, flipping her off with both hands as you sat up on your knees.

“Girls.” hearing Suguru call you both out stopped the childish faces and the middle fingers, but no amount of tone, yelling, or godly power could prevent the glaring daggers you gave each other.

“We’re fine, Geto.”

“Yeah, Suguru!”

“You shouldn't use his name so freely!”

“Oooh~ last time I checked, I’ve been his best friend for over a decade!”

Manami clenched her fists together. “Yes, I am aware of that. You make it a point to remind me of that every time I see you.” You stood up, putting the groceries in the kitchen before flopping onto the couch.

“Because you act like I should be courteous and cold to him! I've known him longer than you. So kiss my ass.”

“Geto!” Manami barked, her hair flowing as she looked into the kitchen. “Do you hear the way she's talking to me?”

Your eyes focused on the way Suguru washed paint off his arms. His hands brushed back stray dark strands of hair behind his gauged ears. “Manami, if you just let her in, she wouldn’t be in such a mood.” A certain pleasure settled in your stomach. “She’s always welcome in my apartment whether I’m working or not, you know that.” For some reason, your stomach twisted, and heat pooled between your legs as he told her pretty much to fuck off.

Suguru heard the faintest whimper from the direction of the living room. Looking through his lashes, he smirked, seeing your flushed face. God, you were so easy to rile up. For once in his career, he wanted to shove his agent out and pin you against the sofa. He wanted to pry open your thighs that were pressed together open. Desperate to see if you were as wet as you were a few days ago at breakfast. God Suguru wanted to taste you again, to make you cry on his tongue.

His cock twitched, and he realized now might not be the best time to be sporting a boner in the presence of professional company. So he turned the water in the sink to cold and threw it on his face. There would be a time to get a bit more intimate later. He needed to keep his composure and not eat you out with his agent in the room.

“Fine, but we aren’t done discussing business.”

“I know.”

You watched from the couch, noticing the annoyed look in Suguru’s eyes, and Manami stepped forward. “The aquarium called again; they want to know if you—”

“No.”

“Geto—”

“I said no.”

The aquarium? You blinked, sitting up and tilting your head. Did it have to do with his most recent painting of Riko?

Manami sighed, pulling her phone out. “They increased their offer for you to do the commission.”

Suguru was exceptionally talented. His paintings of dragons, creatures, and sceneries had gone viral in high school, earning him a full ride to art school. He was selling paintings, being commissioned, thriving, and getting paid to do what he loved. He, of course, had rules for commissions he took on from strangers and whatnot, but to deny an aquarium wasn’t like him.

“No,” Suguru repeated more firmly.

“You’d only be—”

A loud crash causes you and Manami to jump as Suguru throws his cup of paintbrushes into the sink. “Manami, no. That’s my final answer.” It was rare for Suguru to get pissed; he was usually well-tempered. So, for him to snap like that was out of character and meant he didn’t want to do whatever she had set up for him.

Manami sighed, grabbing her phone off the kitchen counter and shoving her cell phone inside. “I know it’s a reminder of the past, but it’s good money.” She slid expensive name-brand sunglasses on before turning on her heels with a strut in her step. “Think about it; I’m not sending the denial letter yet.” Without another word, she left the apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Well,” you started, pouting as you hummed, “she is a peach.”

“Yeah.” Suguru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before focusing his undivided attention on you. “So, uhm, what’s on the menus for dinner? I can help?” He grabbed the brown paper bags, beginning to unload them without another word.

You didn’t mean to pry about what was going on in his life. You knew him better than you knew himself at times. So, he would tell you if he wanted to talk about what was happening. The only time you got involved with what was happening during his work, you were utterly concerned about him and his well-being. So instead of saying anything, you just not at your head as the two of you made dinner together.

But the entire time we both stood in the kitchen silently in tune with each other, your mind kept drifting off to what exactly he was asked to paint. It seemed a little strange that he was asked to paint something at the aquarium, and his current canvas depicted Riko at the aquarium in Okinawa before the accident. That might be triggering his current nightmares, along with the fact that he has never truly forgiven himself for the accident that wasn’t his fault at all.

You knew he blamed himself for what happened. He wasn’t fast enough to push Riko out of the way when the car approached them. He saw her like a little sister. Watching the life fade from her eyes while he was fighting for his own life would traumatize anyone.

That sort of trauma never leaves. It lingers forever, which it had for your best friend. After the accident in her death, he started seeing a therapist every week. He’s on severe anxiety and depression medication, and for a while, his artwork took a very dark turn. He wouldn’t see anyone. He lost a ton of weight but always insisted that he was fine, just tired.

It wasn’t until he snapped when his nieces Nanako and Mimiko were in a car accident themselves that he lost all of his composure. he broke down having a mental episode. He nearly beat the ever-loving shit out of the man that caused the accident. The man had been remorseful, paying for everything from the car to the medical bills for the girls, but that wasn’t good enough for Suguru. He wanted to make him pay for what he had done. In a way, he saw it as the driver that caused Riko’s accident to pay for the pain the two of them went through.

Suguru was lucky enough to have you and your mutual friends by his side. All of you helped him get the help that he needed. You were there when he needed to talk or was having a rough day. That was one of the many reasons you both lived in the same apartment complex. He felt safe around you. Suguru knew he was with you. He was seen for who he was and for not being the man who couldn’t save his friend's life.

Despite it not being his fault at all.

And well, he had healed over the years,

Like anyone else living with that kind of trauma, he had his good days and his bad days from his sleeping over, insomnia, and how he reacted to Manami pushing him to do the mural at the aquarium. He was having a rough week.

After eating a delicious home-cooked meal and cleaning the kitchen, you sat on the couch, staring blankly at the television as Suguru gently ran his hand up and down your thigh. Some thriller played in the background; at this point, it was mindless background noise as your mind reeled, trying to think of what to say.

Your silence and uptight demeanor had Suguru’s dark eyes darting towards you every few seconds. There was something on your mind, something he knew you were contemplating saying. But much like you, he wasn’t one to pry. He knew in the last decade that you were upfront with him whenever you wanted to talk about an issue. But from the shyness in your touch to how you kept looking at him, he figured that maybe you wanted to make a move or ask him to teach you something new.

God, you were just so cute and shy. He wanted you to feel comfortable, to tell him what you wanted. But at the same time, he knew you. There was no way you would be upfront and ask home to do stuff with you or ask him to teach you more things. Until you were ready, he would have to continue making suggestions or ask how you felt and what you wanted to do.

Giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, your eyes dart in his direction. “Did you get all your rewrites done for Utahime? How did the meeting with her go?” Your face lit up.

“Oh, it went well; she loved what I had! She said my writing has improved.”

“That’s great! Do you get any time off? Like to relax that big brain of yours?”

With a pout, you collapsed into his side with a huff. “No, she wants the next chapter in two weeks. So I have to write it, have Nanami read it, edit it, and then I can send it to her.” The feeling of Suguru’s hand leaving your thigh left a trail of goosebumps in its wake as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Oh, well—do you need help with the next chapter? Or are there fewer spicy scenes in this one?”

You scoff, resting your chin on his upper arm. “That’s what you bookworms call sex scenes in books, right; spicy scenes?”

“Awee~ you do listen.”

“I listen when it’s you.”

You resist the urge to kiss him, opting for blushing instead. “Uhm, right! Yeah, so—“ you clear your throat, “it’s more plot than spice, but I’m not opposed to—ya’ know, adding spice.”

This was your way of telling him you wanted more without outwardly saying it. This was keeping your friendship safe. Besides, just because you didn’t use it in this chapter didn’t mean you wouldn’t use it in the future!

Suguru was slightly disappointed when you first said there were no spicy scenes in this current chapter. He felt like you did, not wanting to ruin your friendship. But to hear you say that you weren’t opposed to adding spice to your current chapter and all the worries and disappointment vanished. Suguru hummed, putting his hand behind his head and slowly licking his lips as he watched you sit up.

“Oh really now?”

“Mhmm~ I just don’t know what to add~ maybe you—” You slid your fingers down his ab’s, gently sliding them underneath the hem of his shirt. Your manicured nails gently ran over his happy chill, making Suguru twitch in anticipation. “Do you have a suggestion for what I could add to this chapter?”

“Mmm, well, you could always have Oaklynn go down on Ilsan, or you could have them dry hump or grind.”

You toyed with the waistband of his sweat, biting your lip as you felt his cock twitch, growing harder the more you rubbed the band. Your eyes were so focused on his pants that Suguru could hear the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears, his stomach filled as you looked up, meeting his gaze. He swallowed hard at the lustful need burning in your eyes. It’s hard to believe you had never been kissed a week ago, and now you were playing with his waistband to his sweats so suggestively?

What the fuck was this life?

“Sugu—can I touch you?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

With his consent, you tugged his sweats down to rest over the top of his thighs, finding a tent in his boxers. There was something oddly satisfying about seeing the way your touch affected him. You knew his body was probably reacting naturally to an intimate touch. Part of you wish this might be more than a physical reaction deep down inside. But that was ludicrous because he was helping you out.

But maybe it could turn into something more you wouldn’t oppose.

“You’re already hard.” You said with a blush, your hand gently brushing over the hardening shaft in his boxers.

“What can I say? I have my beautiful best friend touching me.”

“Can this beautiful friend return the favor from the other day?”

Subaru chokes on his spit as you gently talk the band of his boxers down. If you want to, that shouldn’t be an issue. But you don’t have to return the favor! The cutest pout graces your lips as you reach out gently, grabbing his shaft and squeezing it. “Ooooh, fuck—”

“Oh! Sorry, did that hurt? I was trying to be a bit more confident!”

“N-No, it felt really good.”

“Oh! Okay, uhm—” You bite your lip in concentration, trying to mimic the moves. He had done when he first jerked off in front of you. “I want you to feel good.”

Subaru could not believe you were saying this. The same girl that hadn’t had an orgasm in her entire life less than a week ago. Was now stroking his cock with confidence in your eyes! There was no way he would ever extinguish that burning lust in your eyes. He would encourage you to do what you wanted if you were comfortable doing this because he would be lying to himself if he said that he hadn’t dreamed about something like this happening for as long as he could remember.

“The, by all means, feel free to keep going; it feels fucking great. Unless you need me to help tell you what to do?”

“No, I think I got this.” You pulled your hair back before situating yourself in between his legs, holding his shaft close to your mouth. “Just sit back and relax, okay?”

“Okay.”

Suguru watched with bated breath as you slowly leaned down. Your eyes were focused on his before your tongue darted out, kitten licking his tip. The man lost his shit right there. Suguru threw his head back, grunting as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Fuck, it felt good mentally and physically. Finally, have you been doing the things he had imagined doing since he was a teenager? It was better than he could’ve imagined. God, he wasn’t going to last long.

His tip's salty yet sweet taste made you more eager to take him in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around relishing in the sounds that escaped your best friends mouth. One of his hands gripped the back of his sofa while the other grabbed his shirt, tugging it tight. He looked so hot when drowning in pleasure; seeing him like that gave you a confidence boost. You had never done this before, but you had read plenty of erotic novels, and you knew how to eat a popsicle. Putting both of them together gave you an idea of what to do.

While his chest heaved up and down, eyes shut tight, you took the whole head of his cock into your mouth you hummed. That action alone made Suguru’s hips buck up with a whine. His thrusting, pushing his cock against the back of your throat, made your eyes water as you gagged around him. Almost instantly, Suguru pulled back out, sitting up on his elbows to look down at you with concern etched into his features.

“Fuck Princes, I’m sorry! Are you sorry?”

“Mhmm!” You hummed around him, making his jaw clench at the vibrations around him.

“F-Fuck—haaah—fuuuuck.” His hand slowly slid down, tangling in your hair, not forcing you down his shaft further. He just held onto you. “Fuck—”

You can’t help but stare up at him. The way his jaw drops, his eyes narrowing as they darken with lust. Watching him slowly lose himself to the pleasure had you squirming. You could feel yourself getting wet as the heat began to pool between your legs, urging you to keep going, to take him further into his mouth. So you did; inhaling through your nose, you took more of your best friend into your mouth, gagging slightly as he slid further down into your throat.

Suguru was utterly losing himself in the sensation of being buried in your mouth. I was so wet and tight, and you knew what you were doing. Despite being a virgin and never having a boyfriend, Suguru was thoroughly impressed with how well you were taking him. Your lips around his thick fat cock, taking him down your throat, had him teetering on the edge of his release like he was a virgin.

He dropped his arm off the back of his couch, covering his eyes. What the hell was happening to him? Why was it he could barely compose himself when he was around you?

You always had that effect on him. “Fuuuck—shit—” His fingers gently scratched your scalp as you took him deeper, bobbing your head up and down, making his cock wet with your saliva and his pre-cum. “Fuck~ you’re doing such a good job, pretty girl~ so good.” A rosy blush dusted Suguru’s cheeks as his chest heaved faster, the muscles in his abdomen twitching from the pleasure.

Pulling off his cock, you slowly lick the underside of it right against the vein. He had grazed when he would touch himself. The most sensitive part of his cock. A hiss passed through his lips while his hands remained tangled in your hair. You grinned, pressing gentle kisses over him, nibbling on the soft skin before your kitten looked at the leaking slit.

“Could you maybe— fuck my throat?”

If you hadn’t been squeezing his bass when you were, Suguru was afraid that he might cum all over your hand at your request. “W-What seriously?” Your request was not entirely out of left field. It still left him in stunned silence.

“Yeah, Ilsan is a bit rough, so I wanted to see what it was like?” When in reality, you just wanted to see him lose all of the control he was barely grasping.

“I can do that, but if it gets too intense, just tap my thigh, okay?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to have Suguru grab onto your hair with both his hands and force his cock into your mouth. “M-Mmmphm!” as he slid his shaft over your tongue and down the back of your throat with a gentle thrust.

“Fuck yeah, Princess~ god, you must feel so fucking good~” he pulled his shaft out of your mouth, just about to hit the back of your teeth before he slammed back into you, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. “Nngh! Shit~ ooooh fuckin’ hell, that’s so good.”

“Mmm! Mmmhpm! Mmm!” You cried out each time his cock slid in and out of your mouth, making a mixture of drool and pre-cum leak out the sides of your mouth, dribbling down your chin and onto the couch beneath you.

“Oooh god—oooh fuck—haaaah!” A low moan sounds deep in your best friends chest. He lifted his head, watching his tears weld in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks, a trail of mascara left on your pretty, beautiful cheeks. “Fuck—Princess, I’m going to—I’m gonna cum. Wh-Where do you—nngh!”

Upon hearing his orgasm was approaching him, you grabbed both of his thick thighs, squeezing them as you moved in tandem with his hand. Your head up and down as fast as you could without making yourself gag more. Your eyes were transfixed solely on him as tears blurred your vision. Suguru knew where you wanted him to cum—and it was down your throat.

“F-Fuck—I-I’m cu-cumming! Cumming!”

Spurts of his hot cum that had covered your hand days before now filled your willing mouth. It was salty but also strangely sweet. That might be because Suguru was always eating healthy and making sure to eat plenty of vegetables and fruit. You’d have to thank him for that later; right now, all you could focus on was how good he tasted all over your tongue.

You swallow every drop, only pulling away when Suguru’s grip on your hair loosens and rests on your head, gently stroking your hair back. He was grinning drunkenly as he watched you lick your lips, smiling down at him as you fixed his sweats. Once you were done, he yanked you down to rest on his chest as he continued to caress you with his hands gently.

“Are you sure you’ve never done that?” The tone of his voice was stern. “Because holy shit, you sucked the soul out of my dick.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, snuggling into his chest as you rested your chin on his sternum, watching him closely. “Yep, I’ve never done that.” He shook his head, taking a deep breath as he did. “Did I do a good job?”

“I just said you sucked my soul out of my cock; yes, you did a phenomenal job, Princess.”

You smiled sweetly, losing yourself in his stare as he leaned down to kiss you softly. For the briefest moments, you stiffened, but you found yourself melting into his kiss with a happy hum. This was the perfect way to research for your book.

That was the sort of way things went about for two weeks. Grinding, making out, oral sex, and nothing between you changed, aside from the constant need to be around each other. You both had been close before, but now you were practically inseparable.

Weekends were spent together, meals were shared as you worked together, or Suguru sketched in your apartments while you wrote at his place. Not only did your work improve during this change, but you could also see a change in Suguru. He looked less tired, wasn’t having any more nightmares, and just seemed genuinely happy.

God, what a time to be together.

A time where you were closer and happier. Things felt so good, and the more time you spent together, the more you began to worry less about your book and focus more on your relationship. You created different scenarios for your characters to spice things up for your ‘research.’ And you knew deep down that Suguru knew it was a bullshit excuse to hook up. You could see it in the way his dark eyes would twinkle with mischief before he agreed to do whatever you requested with no questions asked.

“Fuck!” You gasped out as Suguru ground him against your clothed sex. His hands were hooked under your knees, spreading them as he sensually ground to the low R&B playing through the speakers. “Fuuuck~ that feels good.”

“Heh—yeah, it does.” His lips attached to your neck sucking and kissing on the sensitive skin. “You always feel good~ so good~.”

You ran your hands through his dark hair, holding his mouth against your neck. “Please don’t stop.” He grunted, eyebrows knitting together as you whimpered his name.

Suguru’s fingers dug into your thighs, bucking faster, not intending to stop at all. Instead, he moved faster, making you cry out, tugging on the dark strands as she sucked on, leaving several hickies against your skin. God, he could get used to this. Domestic shit, making dinner, but losing yourselves in grazing touches and kisses on cheeks. Leaving the bell peppers on the cutting board uncut and the steak sitting in the fridge. The corkscrew was still embedded in the unopened bottle of wine as you ground against each other, inching closer and closer to sweet release.

“Suguru~ hah—“ your hands grip his shoulders, holding them tight as he grinds hard, faster, “c-close!”

Somehow, Suguru pulled his lips off your neck, allowing him to press his forehead against yours. “Yeah~ gonna cum, Princess~? Gonna cream your panties~?” You lean in, bringing down his bottom lip as you rock against him, matching his movements and speed.

“Yes~ I-I’m so close!”

“Then do it~ cum for me~” he kisses you deeply as he grinds faster and faster until you both are crying out against moving lips, eyes shut tight as waves of your orgasm wash over you. “Oooh fuck~!”

“Fuuuck~ fuck!” You cry out, feeling your panties grow wetter and wetter. “Oh my god, Sugu~” you pant against his kiss-swollen lips while he lazily nods.

“Yeah, shit.” He grumbles with a moan.

“I need to borrow some boxers or sweats.”

“Yeah? You make a mess?”

He teases you with a peck to your cheek as he gently releases his hold on your legs, helping you off his counter. “Yeah, no thanks to you.”

“Oh please, you’re as much to blame for this as me.”

Suguru presses another kiss against your cheek. “I’ll take the blame, but I’ll start on dinner if you want to go raid my closet for sweats.” The glimmer in your eyes had your best friend gently flicking your forehead. “Just sweats, none of my hoodies, dork.” That statement had you pouting as Suguru gently slapped your ass, pushing you forward.

“No fair.”

“Life ain’t fair; your notebook is on the dresser if you need to write notes.”

You give him a thumbs up as you head into his room, ignoring the glittery notebook and heading straight for the closet instead. The more often nights like this occurred, the more you didn’t care about taking notes or jotting down ideas. Instead, you find yourself wanting to spend every waking moment with Suguru.

Notebook aside, you stripped out of your clothes, folding them up, before grabbing a pair of his baggy gray sweats as his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Glancing down at the screen, you resisted the urge to gag as you saw Manami’s name appear.

“Eeew, Sugu, the troll you call an agent, is texting you!” You grab his phone, unlocking it as you return to the kitchen. The sound of chopped vegetables echoed off the walls as Suguru looked up at you. “Want me to read you what she said?”

“Yeah, it’s probably about this client she found.”

Opening the chat, you pull out the barstools at his breakfast bar before him and clear your throat. “Geto, the new client, loved the sketch you submitted, and he would like to proceed with the next steps for the painting to be done. He has paid in advance.” Suguru did a little fist bump before he slid the peppers into a sizzling pan. “I also wanted to discuss the offer from the Amanai Foundation. They will pay for our room and board for the four months we’ll be in Okinawa finishing the aquarium piece.”

The spatula falls from his hand as he turns to you, staring into your wide eyes and pale complexion staring at the phone. You blankly stare at the message as big tears form in your eyes. Suguru watchI in horror as tears stream down your cheeks.

“What does she mean you two are going to Okinawa for four months together?”

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ywpd-translations · 8 months ago

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Ride 794: The culmination race

Pag 1

1: “There are people who you don't meet often, but when you do meet them you get along really well”

2: I heard that from a classmate a long time ago

And I thought “there's no way that there are people like that”

4: There's some strange people

5: It's funny, if they asked me now

Pag 2

1: I'd answer “of course there are”!!

Pag 3

1: “One of them lives in Chiba”, I'd say!!

2: One day, that guy was collapsed on Hakone and I helped him

3: Unexpectedly, he also rode a bike

4: We met again at CSP

5: Like me

6: he's a climber

Pag 4

1: We rarely meet

but when we do meet

2: We laugh

Pag 5

1: at the same silly things

2: Sakamichi-kun!! It's you!!

Pag 6

1: They passed the 1km left point!!

Manami and Mountain King!

Just a few minutes until they reach the mountain line!!

Soon!

Goo Hakogaku!!

Take it, Chiba!!

Pag 7

1: They're still neck and neck!!

Amazing, neither of them is yielding!!

It's a race of willpower!!

2: Until the mountain line

3: 800m left!!

4: My hands

5: are becoming numb

6: But I'll keep doing my best!!

Pag 8

2: Wh-wh-what do I do

My heart is pounding in my chest....

3: They're arriving!!

Huh!? They're arriving!? Wait, my heart isn't ready

Not yet

Not yet!? Not yet!!

4: Why am I so nervous....

Even though I'm not the one running

Pag 9

1: Even though the one who's running and having a hard time is Sangaku...

2: I'll drink this lemon tea the old lady at the ryokan gave me, and I'll calm down

3: Ohh, you're going to cheer at the Inter High?

Oh, and you come from Kanagawa!?

Yes, well

That's amazing

4: It's delicious

5: But

6: I'm stuck on one thing

7: Was it really a good thing that I came here to cheer?

Pag 10

1: One month ago

2: Kanagawa Prefecture, Hakone Academy

3: Ah

4: Class rep

5: Huh? From above!?

Huh, where is this voice coming from!?

The boys' toilets

Ah!?

Pag 11

1: Wait a moment, there's something I wanna ask you

Toi... ah!?

2: Huh!? Wait!? What!? Directly!?

Use the inside stairs... be caref....

2: Hop

Okay I get it, I get it, I'll come there

4: You know the other day... while I was running... a butterfly was flying,. And then I thought “oh, it's gone?”

And then when I went home and took off my jersey, it came out of it fluttering

What- you just came down the second floor so smoothly and started making conversation!!

Pag 12

1: Am I not amazing like a magician!?

Boys are strong...

Ah, yes yes, that's true

2: Is that all you wanted to tell me? I've been asked to go to the audiovisual room to bring these documents

3: Are you coming to the Inter High?

5: Huh

6: “Something he wanted to ask”

This year

7: “Inter High”

Pag 13

1: You came to the Inter High every year

I didn't know you liked road racing so much, Class rep

I...

2: I always thought

You even passed me a drink on the mountain last year

I thought

3: After last year's Inter High ended

4: I kept thinking about it even on the train home

5: that it was because I went to see him that Sangaku...

6: lost

Pag 14

1: I know it's unrelated... but, at the same place, screaming the same words

This year it'll be in Kyushu thought, so it's far...

2: It's small, it's a small thing, but if it gets in Sangaku's way

Hakogaku is going by plane, so it's easy

3: If he was even just a little distracted because of me and that made a small difference

(Win, Sangaku!!

Win, Sangaku!!)

4: Then I think it's better if I don't go this year

6: Because I want him to win

Pag 15

1: Ah, as expected Kyushu is too over-budget

That's not... ah... uhm

2: …. yeah, sorry

3: Well, I'll tell you the highlights

There'll be a camera, so you can watch videos

4: Watch it

The first day's mountain

“The first day's... mountain”

5: I think Sakamichi-kun will probably there too

“Sakamichi-kun”... the guy with the round glasses

6: We'll probably fight there

I think

Pag 16

1: It will be the culmination race of these three years

2: “Culmination”!!

3: “Of these three years”...!!

4: Such heavy words... this is Sangaku being serious

Culmination....!?

Pag 17

1: We have to fulfill our promise, so I'm sure Sakamichi-kun will come

2: “Sakamichi-kun”... they must be... close friends....

3: I think it'll probably end up being our best race

4: A... are you close friends!? You.. you and that Sakamichi-kun!?

5: Hahaha

Well, I guess

6: Even though we only contact each other two or three times a year

And that's being close friends!?

7: I lost against him during our first year... Hakogaku ended up losing, so I resented him

But I was blaming the wrong thing, because after all it was because of my lack of ability, wasn't it?

8: Now we often talk after races

Is... that so

9: But why don't you send more texts to each other? Is- is he really a close friend!?

Of course!!

Pag 18

1: After all we both “like hills”

Pag 19

2: Come see me if you can save money

Ye... yeah

3: Sangaku's smiling face that day was incredibly persuasive

I really wanted to see you race

4: So I came

to Kyushu!!

5: But

7: I really don't want to move forward, after all

It's enough if I can just see him a little... from behind here

Pag 20

1: What are you doing

2: Hyaa I'm sorry!!

I'm sorry for not paying attention to who was behind me! I'll just lean down a little!

Why don't you move forward?

3: Huh

4: Isn't he

5: a close friend of yours, and you used to always listen to his nonsense?

To... Toudou-san!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 794 #please manami if youre so in love with onoda then just contact him more than a couple of times a year????#he looks so fond and happy when talking about him ;A; theyre so freaking cute #also class rep is so adorable :')#baby girl why would you think that!!! she really loves sangaku so much i love theeeem #really she deserves an award for having been able to stay his friend for so long #its really not easy dealing with him especially when there arent bikes involved lol #but she did that!! they're besties!! And they love each other so much!!#Oh i loved this chapteeeer

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funarisjournal · 3 months ago

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It's a Manami Miracle~

So, not only did Emi have a concert recently, but she also hosted her first-ever art exhibition the three days after! "PRAY MY DOODLE" was a showcase of various paintings she's done over the years that she decided to share with the world.

When she first announced it, Manami eagerly replied she was going to go, exciting Emi. However, as Manami started getting closer to her new agency announcement day, she began to get some new work and part of it involved traveling to the Middle East for a travelogue program. She was already out of the country the day of Emi's concert and was there for the weekend...

But April 1st (no joke) was the last day of Emi's exhibition, and it was open the least amount of time compared to the other two days (closed at 5 pm JST). Guess who showed up "just in time"...

"I made it on time~"

"Sparkling Emi ✨️ always trying different things. I will continue to support you 😘 "

Manami made it, after all~

This was her favorite piece, by the way - one of Emi's earliest pieces, "PRAY," which she painted back when she was 19. Back when Emi was 18, she was in LA and had some mishaps, between a dental incident and being robbed. Noticing g her distress, a homeless man approached her with his guitar and told her she should sing with him. Well, what else was she going to do? She played some music with him....and he ended up gifting her all the tip money. From there, Emi has been inspired by both the kindness of people's hearts, as well as music.

Anyway, Manami says she likes it the most because it shows off Emi's personality and inner self, and, after reading the little info plate with the story, yeah! I see it, too!

Despite her schedule...she made time. There's just something so amazing about two adult women supporting and cheering each other on. We need this energy. So wholesome~ 💖

[UPDATE] Emi replied to Manami's message:

"Manami, thank you for always watching over me even though you're busy ❤️‍🔥 I was happy that you came to see me~!!!"

Look at them, both not using honorifics and just so happy to be together~

We got confirmation via a post from her agency's IG that Manami was busy doing some quick work earlier today, but she still made time to visit. Of course, that meant she was a bit tired - Emi could tell as well - but she clearly had fun and really wanted to support Emi.

It really felt like Manami got to see the show after it closed, or close to it, so she probably got a personal, 1-on-1 tour of the exhibit with its creator. How wonderful is that~?

#celebrities #manami higa #emi nishino #ManaEmi #video #the smile on Emi's face in the video though!#also fun fact - manami is wearing a cardigan that both she and emi once bought together along with another friend #so to manaemi followers it's like an extra layer of adorableness #singinprincess

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sailormew4 · 14 days ago

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A birthday present for @anqelbean (I guess this is also a graduation present lowkey) and HAPPY PRIDE!

Chapter Synopsis: After Suguru experiences his Christmas Carol last year he now is living on his path of atonement. This includes Satoru and Suguru being in a relationship, Mentor Suguru for Itadori, and the Strongest Duo stopping plans of the person that ruined the last timeline.

Snippet:

Suguru sipped his matcha tea in his new home for lunch, eating his meal in peace and reading a book. After confessing to Satoru on Christmas Eve, they’ve been together all these months. But Satoru being Satoru decided to gift him something insane - but so him - for Valentine’s Day.

A house.

That’s right, a house .

Suguru has long given up what Satoru called “his old life”, while Megumi called“his cult days”, where he killed non-sorcerers for simply existing. He now works directly with Satoru to help with some… less than legal sorcerer assignments. His old members are doing their own thing with Miguel training Okkotsu (who nearly killed him on sight the first time he saw him after Christmas), Manami taking in Negi to lead whatever life they wanted, and Larue, after realizing he was serious about giving up his curse user life, decided to just leave a sorcerer life entirely. And because Nanako and Mimiko hadn’t killed anyone, they had no reason not to be students under Satoru; they, now second-years, had a bit of a time adjusting but were enjoying the new year. They weren’t close with the other students, but they always found time to bother their new pseudo-brother, Megumi.

After officially meeting Tsumiki and Megumi, Suguru immediately sensed a curse mark on her soul. He told Satoru and Megumi of this, purely for selfish reasons to save her, and gave a curse that would protect her and eat at the malevolent cursed energy around her. He insisted on every curse in his inventory, but the universe still loved laughing at him and Satoru, because the only one that could get the job done and that Tsumiki felt comfortable with having around her was Toji’s Inventory Curse.

She even named it Zaiko-kun, despite not being able to see him.

But Zaiko-kun did his job and ate at any curse flare-up around Tsumiki to protect her from entering that damn coma until they could find the monster behind her curse. Tsumiki was so adored by Nanako and Mimiko, to the point that they tried to make Satoru enroll her in the school (“If Maki-san can be a sorcerer without cursed energy, so can Miki-chan if you give her cursed tools too!”). But Tsumiki much preferred her life as a normal student, and she always found time to visit home.

Ah, that’s where he started with this, didn’t he?

Satoru, as a Valentine’s Day gift, bought him a house as a way for their makeshift family to live safely — he was still a criminal — but still be together as a family . That gift brought Suguru to tears, especially how, in a short time, their small family became bigger and closer.

Tsumiki adored having sisters now. They got along great and she always kept the twins in check when they got, in her words, “that dangerous glint” in their eyes when someone dared speak ill of their family. Tsumiki’s sweet and gentle soul matched Nanako’s chaotic energy and Mimiko’s indifferent thinking of the world. The twins helped her stand up more herself. However, all three were dangerous together when they ganged up on Megumi to come out of his shell.

Speaking of his girls…

Nanako was immediately spoiled by Satoru as an unstoppable force of Nanako’s spending habits met the immovable object that was Satoru’s wallet. She loves him and made it a personal mission to make a dent in his bank account as “compensation for not going after Suguru sooner”. Satoru even found her more outright energy “refreshing” in a house of “sensible” people. There were plenty of times when Suguru almost regretted letting them meet, but seeing their smiles made that thought disappear instantly.

In contrast, Mimiko was more hesitant about moving in, but Satoru helped reassure her he would do anything to protect Suguru, with emphasis on anything as he went into heavy detail on if anyone tried to kill Suguru without his permission, they would meet an early grave. Mimiko worried about her cursed doll, as it was a terrible curse to be forced upon anyone, but Satoru reassured her every time and bought plenty of sewing supplies to keep her doll as “pretty as her”, understanding it was a comfort item to her. Mimiko enjoyed the house and even helped Suguru make Satoru rest when he came home.

Then there was Megumi. Now, Megumi did not like Suguru because of his past. After meeting him, the second Satoru was out of the house, he point-blank stated he didn’t think Suguru was good enough for Satoru. Suguru happily accepted the reason; it was great someone would keep him in check, and the day he won over Megumi’s approval meant he was halfway on his path of repentance. Despite his comments about not liking Suguru, he always came to him when Satoru pushed too much or for more of an “objective” opinion on an issue.

Now, it was July, and all his children (yes, his children) were busy. Tsumiki was on her summer vacation, so she was home more often, but she got an internship to work at a hospital under a Dr Mizuno. Nanako and Mimiko should be training for the Goodwill Exchange Event with the other second-years, along with Megumi, if Satoru could convince Yaga to let the first years join in to make up for the expelled third years.

His moment of peace in his home was broken when the front door slammed open and promptly locked. Peeking around the corner, he saw Satoru pushing—

Itadori Yuuji.

#mewie posts #mewie writes #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #fushiguro megumi #nanako hasaba #mimiko hasaba #mimiko and nanako #itadori yuuji #mewie fics

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scary-grace · 23 days ago

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 28) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27

Chapter 28

When you wake up, you’re on a gurney, being moved through the halls of UA. Your hands aren’t cuffed or tied to the bed, but when you try to sit up, someone’s hand descends on your shoulder and pushes you firmly down. “You went into minor cardiac arrest,” an unfamiliar voice says, and when you glance in its direction, you find UA’s Recovery Girl motoring along at your side. “Since we don’t know the origin of your heart condition, we have to proceed under the assumption that exertion is a factor.”

You had a heart attack? Whatever happened to Tenko, it must have been bad – and he must be really far away from you right now, because even lying still, your body’s under strain. “Where are we going?”

“A strategy meeting.” Recovery Girl doesn’t look at you. She keeps walking, staring straight ahead. “That’s all I know.”

The rest of the journey passes in silence. You don’t recognize the part of UA you’re moving through, or the door that opens to admit you, but once you’re inside, you recognize nearly every person who’s already in the room. Mitsuko and Ryuhei. Manami. A boy you recognize as Endeavor’s youngest son. Uraraka Ochako, hero name Uravity. Kurogiri, or Shirakumo, whichever of them is in charge of the body at this point. All Might and Midoriya. Some guy you don’t recognize with a nine o’clock shadow and a police badge pinned to his shirt. And in a chair next to Kurogiri, arms crossed over his chest with an eyepatch over one eye and a bandaged stum for a right hand, sits Eraserhead.

You really don’t know what you’re looking at. “Um –”

“Saintess, as requested,” Recovery Girl says to All Might. She adjusts your bed to sit you up, then steps through the door after you and shuts it behind her. “I’ll remain here, in case she crashes again.”

“Crashes?” Mitsuko repeats. “What the hell have you people been doing to her?”

“Keeping her alive,” Recovery Girl says, not a little frostily. “Between her last medical checkup and when she was taken into custody, Saintess developed a heart condition.”

“Really?” Manami’s staring hard at you, and you stare back, willing her to keep quiet. You never told Mitsuko or Ryuhei about your quirk, which means that Manami’s the only one here who could spill the beans. “Is she going to be okay?”

“Once we figure out what’s causing it, yes.” Recovery Girl glances briefly at you, then back to All Might. “Perhaps you’d finally like to tell me what this is about.”

“Yes,” All Might says at once. “As you know, the Hero Public Safety Commission was one of the first organizations to be targeted by the Paranormal Liberation Front.”

After what the HPSC did to Kazuo, you’re not shedding any tears over whatever Re-Destro and the others did to them. But Midoriya and All Might are looking at you like it means something, and you don’t have a clue. “Why does that matter?”

“It matters, because it means nobody’s officially in charge of the heroes right now,” Midoriya says. “We’re all trying to work together when we can, but Shigaraki has a quirk that messes with communications equipment –”

“Radio Waves.”

“Yeah, that one. So it’s hard,” Midoriya says. “There’s not really a strategy right now. We’re all just kind of –”

“Midoriya, do you think before you talk?” Eraserhead interrupts sharply. “That’s not the kind of information you should share with your enemy.”

“No offense, but they kind of already know,” Ryuhei says, and Eraserhead turns to glare at him. Ryuhei stares back, unfazed, and you spend a ridiculous second wondering what would happen if Eraserhead tried to use his quirk on someone whose quirk automatically bounces things back. “Anybody who watches you guys knows you’re not operating as a group. Not like her boyfriend’s gang of crazies is.”

“That is true,” All Might agrees hastily. “The point young Midoriya and I were trying to make is that the lack of centralized authority allows us to take actions that might be – er, frowned upon by a governing body like the HPSC.”

“That’s why I’m here,” the police officer says. He looks like he’s about to fall asleep on his feet. “I’ve talked over the plan, and in my capacity as law enforcement, I’m sanctioning it.”

“It’s insane,” Eraserhead says flatly.

“It’s harm reduction,” the officer retorts. “There are too many lives at stake. Let’s start with what we know.”

It’s quiet for a second. Then Uraraka speaks up. “So, um – I talked to Toga –”

“Is she okay?” you demand at once. Uraraka startles. “I’m sorry. I just – is she okay?”

“Um, it kind of depends. On what counts as okay,” Uraraka says. Her eyes are haunted. “According to her, she dropped off the radar on Shigaraki’s orders.”

“Are you sure it was Shigaraki and not All For One?”

“Yeah. She said she can tell,” Uraraka says miserably. “She argued with All For One about something while he was in charge, and the next time Shigaraki got control, he told her to run. He gave her an extra quirk, too – Warp. That’s how she’s been staying ahead of everyone.”

Tomura gave Warp away? Why? “She says it’s not good with them,” Uraraka continues. “All For One hurts Tomura’s body on purpose. Bad, sometimes. She doesn’t know why. And when people try to stop All For One – us, Liberation warriors, anybody – he does awful things to them. And he always takes their quirks, even if he says they’re useless.”

You wait for her to say more, but she looks away, her mouth turning down at the corners. Endeavor’s son speaks up. “My sister and brother – and my mom – they found a way to get to my oldest brother,” he says. “Touya said that people inside the PLF are giving advanced warnings of the attacks to whichever heroes they can get ahold of. When the warnings are inaccurate, it’s because All For One changes the target at the last minute.”

“Why did your brother leave?” the police officer asks Endeavor’s son. “Was he also ordered to do so by Shigaraki?”

Endeavor’s son shakes his head. “He left on his own. That’s why he didn’t get an extra quirk.”

You wonder who his brother is, but only for a split second. Once it occurs to you, you’re both floored and completely unsurprised. “Your brother’s Dabi?”

Endeavor’s son nods. No wonder Dabi told you to stay away from Endeavor with the quirk-canceling bullets. His mission this whole time was just to screw over his family? You thought it was actually something important, and hysterical laughter begins to bubble up in your throat. All Might is questioning Endeavor’s son. “Did Dabi leave before or after Toga departed?”

“After,” Endeavor’s son says. “Toga didn’t leave until after what happened with Twice.”

Your stomach drops. You knew he was missing, but Uraraka hadn’t talked to Toga yet. What if something worse happened? “What happened to Twice?”

“He lost his quirk,” Kurogiri says. “We don’t know how.”

“All For One – or Tomura –”

“If they had it, they’d have been using it,” Eraserhead says shortly. “Twice’s quirk is gone, and Twice himself has vanished. He hasn’t been seen in weeks.”

He hasn’t been seen. Toga hadn’t been seen, either, and Uraraka found her. Dabi’s siblings were able to track him down. Twice could still be out there, still be alive – and quirkless? That’s the part you can’t wrap your head around. “Whatever the reason, it has become unsafe for the original members of the League to remain at Shigaraki’s side,” Kurogiri says. “Although their departures may not have been at All For One’s behest, they certainly serve his purposes.”

“Kurogiri thinks – and we agree – that All For One is trying to take away the people Shigaraki is fighting for,” Midoriya says. “So Shigaraki won’t have a reason to fight him any longer.”

“Then you guys really fucked up,” Mitsuko says, which lands about how you’d expect it to with this crowd. “Taking away his friends is what’s making him insane? How about murdering his goddamn girlfriend? You got us all killed the second you decided to pretend she was dead!”

“She’s been good for Tomura ever since he found her,” Kurogiri says, except he sounds like Shirakumo now. “It’s – I mean, you guys wouldn’t get it, but it’s kind of sweet. She’s been around longer than the League has. It always seemed like she calmed him down.”

Uraraka nods. “That’s what Toga said, too.”

“And it aligns with the other reports we’ve collected,” All Might says. “Which is why we are going to give her back.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath from at least a few people. It sounds like Eraserhead is choking on his own spit. “You’re going to – what?”

“We’ll leak information that a high-value prisoner is being transferred,” the police officer says, like Eraserhead didn’t speak up at all. “That information needs to get to Re-Destro or to Spinner without reaching All For One. Do you think Toga would pass this information?”

He’s looking at Uraraka, who nods warily. “I think she would,” she says, “but I don’t want her to get hurt trying. I’ll ask. I’ll try.”

“Thank you,” All Might says. “If that fails, we’ll come up with another plan. Once the leak has occurred, we will attempt to move Saintess from UA to the stronghold at Shiketsu High. That will put her well within the PLF’s reach –”

“And put those responsible for the transfer at considerable risk,” Recovery Girl says, a sharp edge in her voice. “Just who are you planning to send? Haven’t we lost enough heroes already?”

“Um –” Manami actually puts her hand up, and All Might calls on her. “Maybe the PLF shouldn’t rescue her. Maybe we should do it?”

“We?”

“Me,” Manami says. “Gentle would help, too – he loves me, and she’s my cousin. And you –”

She’s looking at Ryuhei. “Yeah, I’m in,” Ryuhei says grimly. “Shigaraki knows me and Mitsuko. It wouldn’t be hard to believe that we’d try to save her from you all.”

“And if you’re the ones rescuing her, we can stage it, and nobody will have to get hurt!” Midoriya looks relieved. “You three – uh, four – you’ll really bring her to Shigaraki?”

“Yeah, we will. She didn’t have a heart condition when she was with him.” Mitsuko has a good poker face when she wants one, but she’s been death-glaring every single hero who’s opened their mouth. “She’s our friend. We’ll get it done.”

“It will be dangerous,” Eraserhead says flatly. “Shigaraki may be familiar with the three of you, but All For One is unpredictable. You’re civilians, without training in the use of your quirks for combat. Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”

“Somebody has to take some risks. Things are going to shit out there,” Ryuhei says. He shrugs. “If this works, I want my record wiped.”

“Mine, too,” Manami chimes in. “And Gentle’s. We want to open a tea shop.”

All Might nods. “I believe we can arrange that,” he says. The police officer looks like he’s half-asleep, but when All Might asks him directly, he confirms it. “Now, Miss Inada – are there any requests you’d like to make?”

“I don’t have a record,” Mitsuko says. She points at you. “What about hers?”

“She hasn’t been charged.”

“Yeah, but she’s gonna be. If you all win, you’re going to hit her with –” Mitsuko glances at Eraserhead, then rattles them off. “Treason, conspiracy to commit treason, assault with a deadly weapon, unlawful possession of a deadly weapon, voluntary manslaughter, and whatever else you cook up for taking someone’s quirk. If she goes back there to help you out, All For One might kill her. What are you going to do for her?”

“Er –” All Might and Midoriya both glance at the police officer. “I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Work it out right now.” Mitsuko crosses her arms over her chest. “We’ll wait.”

You wouldn’t have thought to hedge your bets in case the heroes win. Mitsuko’s looking out for you, like she did way back when the two of you first met in middle school. All Might and the officer leave the room to talk, and the room falls into quiet, tense discussions. Kurogiri is talking to Eraserhead, and you pick up just enough from the conversation to realize that the people named Hizashi and Shouta are in fact Present Mic and Eraserhead, both of whom he’s known since high school. It’s beyond strange to think about Kurogiri befriending the two of them.

The conversation doesn’t sound too friendly, though. Kurogiri wants to go along with the students to hand you off, and Eraserhead is saying no. “You’re too great of a threat,” Eraserhead says shortly. “If All For One recaptured and reprogrammed you, our position would worsen dramatically. There’s considerably less risk in sending the villain.”

“I’m a villain,” Shirakumo says. “Is that the only reason?”

“No.” Eraser’s voice softens. “Yamada and I lost you once. We won’t let it happen twice.”

You want to keep eavesdropping on that, but Mitsuko and Ryuhei are on their way over, and you want to talk to them, too. “Since when do you have heart problems?” Ryuhei asks, keeping his voice low. “You look like shit.”

Manami’s come over, too. She has a notebook and she’s writing fast. It’s her quirk. It’s like mine but it costs her instead of him.

“You’re powering him up?” Mitsuko hisses at you. You shake your head. “Then what?”

Manami passes the notebook to you, and you write with a shaky hand. His healing factor. Ryuhei swears under his breath; Manami seizes your free hand in both of hers. The closer together we are, the less it costs me. If I’m far away –

“Then you have fucking heart attacks.” Mitsuko takes the notebook away from you midsentence. “Every time a hero blasts him. The sooner we get you out of here, the better.”

You couldn’t agree more, but not for the same reason. It doesn’t matter what happens to you, but you have to get back to Tenko. You have to help him shake off All For One again. In the silence that falls, a hand sneaks between Manami and Ryuhei to tap your shoulder. “Can I talk to you?” Uraraka asks. “Alone?”

You nod. Ryuhei and Manami duck out together. Mitsuko gives Uraraka a long stare, than glances at you and nods once before following them. Uraraka looks weirded out. “Does she hate me?”

“Her quirk lets her read people’s intentions,” you say. “She was checking to see what you had in mind.”

“Um –” Uraraka looks nervous. The hand that didn’t tap your shoulder is clenched into a fist at your side. “We met before, didn’t we? I helped you carry your boxes.”

“That was really nice of you.”

“I would never have thought you were a villain,” she mumbles. “You don’t look like one.”

“We don’t wear big signs that say “I’m evil” on them,” you say. Wherever Ryuhei and Mitsuko are, they’re close enough to eavesdrop, because you hear a familiar snicker. “I didn’t lie to you. I wanted to know if Eri was okay.”

Uraraka nods distractedly. “Himiko says you aren’t like the rest of them,” she says. She calls Toga by her surname when she’s talking to the others, but her given name talking to you. Maybe Toga’s chances are a little better than you thought. “She gave me this.”

She opens her hand, and you see your locket resting in her palm. Your throat goes tight. “She says he gave it to her when she left. To keep it safe,” Uraraka continues. “When she found out you were alive, she made me take it. Since it’s yours.”

You lift it carefully out of her hand. It looks kind of beaten up, but when you open it, it swings forward on the hinges just like it’s supposed to. There’s the photo of Tenko that’s been in there for more than a decade, one of the only pieces left of your best friend. And on the other side, which was empty before, there’s a photo of Tomura.

You don’t know who took it, or how Toga got ahold of it, but you know when it’s from – the joint birthday party, because Tomura’s hair is still wet from the fluid in the stasis capsule and because he looks healthy. And happy. He looks truly, honestly happy, just like he does in the photo from when he was Tenko and no one else.

You’re not going to cry. You’re done crying for possibly the rest of your life. “Thank you,” you say to Uraraka, and mean it. “Toga – is she really okay? Did anything happen to her before she left?”

“I don’t know,” Uraraka says. You fasten the locket back around her neck. “She says you guys are her family, and All For One is hurting her family. But she doesn’t know how to – cut him – without hurting Shigaraki, too.”

It’s so easy to imagine Toga saying it. You can hear her voice, exactly as it would sound, except she wouldn’t call him Shigaraki – she’d call him Tomura-kun, like she always has. The League is her family, and All For One’s taking her family away. It’s not just Tomura he’s hurting. It’s all of you. And if you can get back to him – if you can help him resist – the PLF still has the upper hand against the heroes. If Tomura can come back to himself, he’s going to win the war.

For the first time it dawns on you the kind of risk these few heroes are taking. They’re willing to face Tomura at his full powers, Tomura who as far as they know wants nothing but total destruction, rather than let All For One continue to control him. Does Midoriya think that taking away All For One’s influence will save Tomura? What does saving Tomura even mean to him? You should probably figure that out, sometime before they let you go.

The door opens, and All Might steps back through, followed by the police officer. “Since you’re aiding what’s left of the government, we’ll drop the treason charges,” the officer says. “The manslaughter charge is hearsay at this point – we haven’t had any chance to investigate, and the evidence is gone. There are too many witnesses to drop the weapons charges.”

The charges they’re dropping are the most serious ones. You’ll take the hit on the weapons. You did shoot people with quirk-canceling bullets, and you did it unprovoked. And you’re not sorry. “However,” the officer continues, “should you decide to help restore the quirks you destroyed, we’ll consider dropping those charges, too. Do we have a deal?”

You’d say you need time to think it over, but there’s not much to think over, and you need to get back to Tomura fast. Still, there’s one person you refuse to leave behind in this. One person who gave up everything helping you. “Kiyohara Kazuo,” you say. “He gets the same stuff as we do.”

“Agreed.”

It won’t matter much. Once Tomura wins, Kazuo will be free, just like Manami and your friends. “Everyone rest up tonight,” All Might instructs. “Regain as much of your strength as possible. We’ll begin the operation in –”

The officer’s phone buzzes, along with what sounds like every hero’s phone in the room. He yanks it out of his pocket, and as he reads the message, his face goes dead white. “Seikan is under attack.”

Eraserhead swears. “We’re out of time,” he says. “Todoroki, Uraraka – take the civilians and the criminal and plan the ambush. Midoriya, help Recovery Girl prep the villain for transport. All Might, find whoever’s in charge of comms and order them to leak the transfer. Hurry.”

You’re surprised to see Eraserhead bossing All Might around, but All Might hops to it. So does everyone else, flooding out the door. Even Kurogiri gets swept up in the rush. It’s just you and Recovery Girl and Midoriya left, and Recovery Girl speaks quickly, tersely. “I hope at least one of you knows CPR. If she arrests again, you’ll need to keep her blood circulating until the defibrillator is charged. I’ll hook her up to a portable heart monitor as well as a pulse oximeter. Both of those should tell you if trouble’s on the way.”

“She’s a nurse, right? She can warn us, too.”

“Assuming she’s awake. So far, the course of events includes her falling unconscious before the trouble starts.”

They’re talking about you like you’re not there, and like it’s urgent. What could make things more urgent than usual in a war they’ve been losing since it started? You force yourself to sit up, right in the middle of their conversation. “What’s in Seikan?”

Midoriya and Recovery Girl trade a glance. “We can’t tell you that,” Midoriya states. “It’s –”

“No longer a secret,” Eraserhead says from the doorway. His face is grim. “It’s a black-site prison. Currently home to All For One.”

Everything is black and quiet inside the Maiden, and it would be a decent place for a nap if the space wasn’t so tight. You’re being moved horizontally, but you can’t turn over, or even move your arms from your sides. If you try to sit up, you hit your head instantly. You aren’t claustrophobic. You’ve never been claustrophobic. You were the kind of kid who’d wedge yourself into ridiculously tight spaces just to make sure you’d never lose at hide and seek. But after what’s already starting to feel like forever inside the Maiden, you’re well on your way to losing your mind.

“Hey, um – are you okay?” Uraraka’s voice is soft in your ear. They’ve got you on an earpiece, just like they’ve got you on a heart monitor. “Your heart rate is picking up. I don’t know what that means, but –”

“I’m good.” You force yourself to take deep breaths. “It’s just kind of small in here.”

“You know, there was a study done a few years ago arguing that transport in a Maiden qualifies as a form of torture,” Midoriya chips in from somewhere. “Tight spaces, low oxygen circulation –”

He keeps talking, but you tune him out, reminding yourself that he’s not some goofy kid. You might be allies right now in trying to break All For One’s control over Tenko, and he might have saved you after Hawks let you fall, but he still hates you for destroying his classmate’s quirk and putting his teacher in the position of choosing between his quirk and his right hand. They aren’t your friends. You’re going back to your friends. Your friends are going to save you from the heroes in a staged fight, and then you’re going straight back to the PLF, to Tenko. You have to get there before All For One does.

You’re surprised at how the heroes handled All For One. Given how completely they botched other parts of the war, you wouldn’t have guessed that they’d nail it, but they synced their attack on the PLF headquarters with a transfer out of Tartarus for All For One, taking him to a smaller, less well known prison with even higher levels of security. Tartarus was always going to be a PLF target. Apparently it was the first place they hit, and they’ve kept looking, destroying prison after prison, burning resources and burning time. You have a feeling that the split in the PLF’s objectives and forces is what’s kept the heroes going this long.

But that’s over now. They’ve found the prison where All For One’s being kept, and although the heroes are probably putting up a serious fight, the Seikan prison’s fall is inevitable. Tomura’s not the one leading the attack – it’s Gigantomachia, who’s been ordered to smash through everything in his path until he reaches All For One. The heroes think that reuniting Tomura and All For One in the flesh will cement All For One’s control over Tomura’s body, and you’re scared they might be right. Unless you can get there first. Unless you and Spinner can help Tomura fight back.

The only piece of reassurance you have is that there’s no extra strain on your body, which means Tomura isn’t being hurt right now. Wherever he is, he’s safe enough. You keep taking deep breaths, trying to clear your mind. There’s a plan to get you back to his side. It’s the heroes’ plan, and it’s insane and desperate, but after everything you’ve seen in the past two years, you’re well aware that an insane and desperate plan can work a lot better than anyone would expect.

The heroes keep the channel open, and you hear the first warnings of the staged attack. La Brava and Gentle Criminal, assisted by two civilians with unspecified quirks, attempting to retrieve the prisoner. Nobody around here has a quirk that lets them pry things open, so they’ll need a key or passcode to get you out of the Maiden, and they’ll have to get it off of whoever has it. That’s the part you’re most worried about, the one that’s going to be hardest to explain if someone questions what’s happening here. Hero students are famously fanatical. There’s no way one of them would just give up the code.

Something thuds against the outer shell of the Maiden, and you startle, as much as it’s possible to startle in such a tight space. Then the door slides open, letting in hazy light that’s still too bright for you. You blink up through it and the face that swims into view is Manami’s. “I hacked the keypad,” she says. “Come on.”

You climb out of the Maiden unsteadily and find yourself in the middle of a wasteland. If it’s a city, you have no idea which one – you could be on the moon for all you know. You glance around and find the hero students, all restrained under what look like bubbles. “Gentle did that,” Manami says, more than a little proudly. “This way.”

“Hey,” Midoriya calls out from beneath one of the bubbles, his voice muffled. “If you’re going to take her away, take her medicine, too. She’s sick. Do you want her to die?”

Midoriya sounds pretty stilted, but you’ll give him credit for trying. Mitsuko snatches the box of medications, along with a file folder that probably has your medical records in it. “There. Happy now?”

“Hey. Do you think you can run?” Ryuhei asks you. “There’s a PLF scout nearby. If we get to them –”

Word will get back to Tomura, and he’ll know you’re on your way. “Yeah. I can run.”

“Oh, but why run when you can fly?” Gentle Criminal sweeps up along side you. Your first impression of your cousin’s boyfriend is “old”. Then again. her first impression of your boyfriend is probably going to be “crazy”. “Follow along, everyone! Step where I step!”

He’s creating elastic spots in the air, things for you all to jump on and bounce forward, but you’re all really bad at it. You especially. Gentle Criminal finally just grabs you out of the air. “Change of plans. We’ll clear this wreckage first, and then we’ll run.”

It’s a high jump over the wreckage, wreckage you realize isn’t a tipped-over skyscraper or a collapsed bridge – it’s a beached aircraft carrier. Is it even beached? What if this is a harbor or something? Or was a harbor before? You believed everyone when they said Japan was in ruins. Could Tomura really do something like this?

As soon as your feet are under you, you break into a run, your friends fanning out alongside you. “Up ahead,” Ryuhei says. You can see a figure moving quickly, scurrying from rock to rock in what you’re now really sure used to be a harbor. “Hey! You! we’ve got something for you!”

“What is it?” The voice sounds familiar to you, but you can’t quite place it. “I know you nabbed something off those little heroes, but – holy fuck, you’re alive!”

The scout disappears, then reappears suddenly, directly in front of you. If the quirk wasn’t enough to jog your memory, her face is – she’s Tesseract, a member of the PLF, with a quirk known as Seven Leagues that lets her travel short distances instantaneously. She’s grinning at you, a grin that you remember as sort of insane but looks more than a little relieved right now. “Oh man, the Grand Commander’s going to lose it when he sees you. ¥500 says he cries like a girl!”

“I’ll take that bet,” Ryuhei says, and Tesseract gives him a sly once-over. “Look, our containment on those heroes won’t hold forever. Are you going to get her out of here or what?”

“I can take you all with me if you want.” Tesseract’s chewing gum, and she blows an enormous bubble that somehow doesn’t pop in her face. “He’s gonna want to thank you personally for bringing back his boo!”

Ryuhei glances at you, and you shake your head. “I’ll make sure he knows who helped me. The others draw up alongside you, Mitsuko included, at which point you realize that she’s pulled off this whole operation in three-inch heels. “It’s not safe for you to go, unless you want to.”

“Works for me.” Ryuhei hugs you around the shoulders, and you manage an awkward one-armed hug in response. “Good luck out there.”

Mitsuko kisses you on the lips, just like last time. This time she hugs you too, and whispers a piece of advice before she pulls away. “I know you love him. If he hurts you, get the hell out of there.”

You nod, and she forces the file folder and medicine case into your hand. Gentle Criminal is kissing your other hand like the gentleman thief he supposedly is, and Manami’s up on her tiptoes to hug you. “Be careful,” she whispers.

“You too.” You hug her back, then turn to Tesseract. “I’m ready.”

“Good call on them clearing out,” Tesseract says. “I’ll tell you straight, Saintess. Where we’re headed might just be the most dangerous place in Japan. And these days that’s really saying something.”

You believe it. “Where are we right now?”

“Now?” Tesseract glances around as she ties your wrist to hers, using what you’re pretty sure is a shibari rope. “Yokohama Bay, baby. When this place went down, it went down hard.”

Your heart plummets. When Present Mic said that the PLF obliterated Yokohama, he wasn’t exaggerating. It’s not just the city that’s gone – it’s the bay too, and suddenly you understand why the heroes are taking this kind of risk. The country’s not just destabilized, not just at war. The ground beneath your feet is being altered for good. No wonder they’re desperate for this to end. Seeing what’s happening, you are too.

“All right, let’s go.” Tesseract spits out her gum on what used to be the seafloor and cracks her knuckles. “Breathe out –”

You breath out, and the world compresses sharply, crushing you even worse than the Maiden did. Then you’re free again – crushed – free – then crushed a third time. Tesseract’s quirk might be even more uncomfortable than the warp sludge. You use track of the number of jumps almost instantly, and all you’re conscious of is intense discomfort and the emptiness of your lungs.

“And breathe in,” Tesseract says, and suddenly you’re upright again, free again. She pulls the rope free from around your wrist. “Nice work, Saintess. Usually people puke when I do that.”

Growing up alongside the twins, you learned how to stop yourself in self-defense. You clench your jaw and breathe through your nose until the nausea fades. Then you take a look around, and the longer you look, the more confused you get. You’re inside a building, an enormous one – and a really fancy one. The floor under your feet is marble, and you see gilded edges flickering out at you from the shadows. “Where are we?”

“New HQ. Kind of a ghost town.” Tesseract marches up to a set of double doors – solid wood, beautifully carved – and bangs on them. “Hey, Spin-It-To-Win-It! I got something for you. Well, not for you. For the Grand Commander. But you’re the one who’s had to deal with him the most, so it’s kind of for you, too!”

She glances at you. “It’s been total sadboy hours while you’ve been gone. The only reason we haven’t all shot ourselves yet is because the other guy is worse.”

You don’t remember Tesseract being this off-the-wall, but you’ve been gone a little while. After a few seconds of banging, the door opens. “What?” Spinner hisses from inside. “He’s trying to focus! If they get back and he’s not ready –”

“I got you something that’s gonna make that a lot easier,” Tesseract interrupts. She shoves the door open at the same time as she beckons you forward. “Feast your eyes on –”

“Saintess?” Spinner’s eyes light up. He steps through the doors and comes straight to you for a hug. You hug him back, noticing as you do that he’s a lot bulkier than he was the last time you saw him. “I knew you were alive. I saw Midoriya catch you – where have you been? What happened?”

“I was in custody. We need to talk.” You glance sideways at Tesseract, too tired to be subtle. “Not here.”

“Nah, it’s chill! I’ve got a patrol to finish, anyway. Make sure you tell the Grand Commander who brought him back his girl!”

Tesseract vanishes with a pop. You look at Spinner. “Is it just me, or is she kind of –”

“Yeah. Not everybody takes the new quirks well.” Spinner’s face is grim. “Let’s go. We don’t have much time.”

He leads you through the double doors, then stops just outside a smaller set. “This is, like, the best day and the worst day for you to come back,” he says. “All For One knows what you did.”

You knew it was likely, but you were still hoping it wasn’t true. Your stomach drops, worse than it did when you saw what happened to Yokohama Bay. “He has Shigaraki convinced that you’re dead,” Spinner continues, “but he knows you’re not, because he’s been using you to keep Shigaraki in line.”

“How?” you ask, puzzled. “If he thinks I’m dead –”

“It’s this sick what-if thing,” Spinner says. “If he makes Shigaraki hurt himself bad enough, it’ll kill you if you somehow made it out alive. He does it as a warning, if he’s in control and Shigaraki’s trying to break out.”

You tried to keep that part of your quirk from Tomura, from everyone, but at least one other person knew. The doctor wouldn’t have hesitated to tell All For One everything. All those times your heart’s started to fail, it hasn’t been heroes attacking – it’s been All For One, forcing Tomura to damage his own body. You didn’t need more reasons to hate All For One, but this makes it worse. And at the same time, it makes you sick to think about – even with a quirk that heals him, you’re still Tomura’s greatest weakness.

You and the rest of the League. You turn to Spinner. “What about the others?”

“Dabi booked it after Kyoto. When All For One killed Endeavor he blew a fuse,” Spinner says, while you reel from the fact that the Number One hero is dead, has been dead for weeks. “He went after All For One, but Shigaraki’s body is basically unkillable, and when it didn’t work he ran. Smartest thing to do.”

“I know Toga left,” you say. “What happened to Twice? Is he alive?”

“He’s alive. Hiding,” Spinner says. “Smartest thing to do, after we destroyed his quirk.”

“What?”

“He wouldn’t use it how All For One wanted him to, so All For One was going to take it. Twice stabbed himself with one of your deleter rounds, and Shigaraki got control back over his body long enough for Twice to run,” Spinner says. You feel hollow. “He’s alive. And Toga’s okay?”

“I think so,” you say. “That’s what Uraraka said.”

“The heroes?” Spinner looks surprised. “Your turn to talk. How did you get out of there?”

You have an explanation, but you don’t want to go through it multiple times. And you want to see Tomura, need to see him. You glance towards the smaller set of doors, and Spinner startles, nods. “Right. Yeah. You can explain in there.”

You were worried you’d never see Tomura again, and now you’re within seconds of being close enough to touch. Your heart stutters in your chest in a way that’s got nothing to do with your quirk at the thought. You’re going to see him again, but you’ve let him down – you thought you protected him from All For One by destroying the original quirk, but you were wrong, and he let All For One in because of what you let happened when Hawks captured you. It's not hard to imagine that he’ll be angry with you. That he’ll blame you. He’d be right to.

There’s only one way to find out, and if he’s angry at you, at least you’ll be looking at him, seeing him one more time. You take a deep breath that catches almost painfully, and you push open the doors.

<- Chapter 27

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