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Whoops, you got hit by a bus, and now you're in the world of One Piece. But not everything is quite as you remember it...

General Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, isekai, monsterfucker reader, vampire!kid, werewolf!killer, wyrm!heat, minotaur!wire, everyone has a human form, smut heavy, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, serious violence, spoilers for Wano arc, starts pre-timeskip. There will be a lot of more intense kinks, please check AO3 for all current tags.

Chapter 3 - Snake

Step 2: Get free of your cell.

WC: 5.5k

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Heat did in fact bring you a warm blanket and clothes, in fact he brought you several of his own blankets, which smelt of weed and musk, as well as a pillow, a long sleeved shirt that was practically a dress on you, and sweatpants you had to tie as tight as they would go to get them to stay up. He even brought you a set of fuzzy socks and a stuffed animal that looked something like a snake but with horns. You were far more comfortable in the brig now, even if there were very questionable stains on your mattress, you were at least able to stack the two mattresses in your cell and use one of the blankets as somewhat of a sheet. Heat didn't make any further sexual advances on you, you got the sense he was nervous about getting caught, though he did give you soft kisses through the bars whenever he came to visit, which you happily accepted.

You didn't see much of other top dogs, usually your food was brought down once a day by a random crewmate, seemingly whoever drew the short straw that day. It wasn't a lot of food, but Heat would sneak you more when he could. It was clear that you had him on your side, always checking if you were okay, even if he seemed highly anxious about being caught talking to you. Unbeknownst to you, someone had in fact noticed his visits, and you now found yourself face to face with Wire, who sat against the edge of the desk across from your cell, spinning his trident on its base idly.

“You need to stop taking advantage of Heat,” he told you plainly.

“I'm not taking advantage of him,” you huffed, hugging the stuffed animal he'd given you to your chest. Wire raised an eyebrow at the toy, it was obvious to him where you got it. The room stunk of Heat, his scent was on your clothes, your blankets, your skin. “I genuinely like Heat, sue me. It's not my fault he's the only one who sees I'm no danger to anyone.”

Wire made a tsk sound and stood, only needing a few strides of his long legs to come to a stop in front of your cell. “Show me your wrists,” he ordered with a bored expression.

You raised a brow at the sudden request but obediently put down your stuffed animal, walking in front of Wire and holding up your arms through the bars for him. He took your wrist in his large hand and turned it too and fro, like he was looking for something, furrowing his brows as he apparently didn't find it. He let your arms drop again and you stood patiently, waiting for him to say something.

“What are you, and how did you get here?” he asked, “You're not getting out of here until Kid gets answers, and he's getting impatient”

“I already told you, I don't know how I got here,” you huffed, “I was in my own world, where all this shit was fiction, I got hit by a bus, I hit your mast. That's the entire truth of it. What do you want from me, a three thousand word essay about the world I'm from?”

“Hmm,” Wire squinted at you discerningly, taking a few steps back and returning to spinning his trident idly.

“I'm telling you the truth, I swear,” you pleaded, “I can prove it when we get to Sabaody, I can tell you what'll happen there, without any devil fruit helping me know. I don't have any sort of foresight, I just read it in the work of fiction in my own world. I have other proof too, I know about Victoria, and the four gangs on your home island in the South Blue, why Kid and Killer don't like curry udon. I swear on my life, I'm telling the truth. There's no reason for me to lie, I have nowhere else to go and no reason to harm anyone on this ship.”

“Kil? What do you think?” Wire said without turning away from you. You let out a surprised squeak as Killer emerged from the door, seemingly having been standing there quietly for who knows how long.

“She stinks of fear, but I don't think she's lying,” he replied, standing next to Wire with crossed arms.

“Kil, I'm sorry about the lipstick thing, I-” you started, before he raised a hand and cut you off.

“Save it, it's whatever,” he tutted, “but tell anyone else and you'll be begging for death.”

“I'd never tell anyone, I swear,” you replied, holding the bars as best you could with your bound hands. “I swear I'd never betray anyone on this crew. I want to be here, I do, I promise. Just let me out of here, I'll prove you can trust me.”

“Mm,” Killer hummed, before turning and leaving without another word, an equally silent Wire in tow, leaving you confused and fearful of your future on this ship. You curled back up in bed, hugging your stuffie close to your chest, trying your best not to cry.

“Wanna explain why you've been scenting her, Heat?” Killer accused, sitting at the round table in the navigation room with the other three commanders.

“You did what?” Kid growled, “what, she suck your dick or something? Why are you making a claim on her?”

“No… yes…” Heat admitted, “she's nice okay? She seemed so genuine, and she asked for a blanket that smelt like me, ask her yourself. She wanted me to scent her”

“So she did suck your dick?” Kid laughed, “you're as weak to a woman as ever, Heat. Don't think she's gonna let you claim her just because she smells like you.”

“It's not like that,” Heat huffed, “besides, she practically extended an invitation for any of us to fuck her. God forbid I do something as innocent as scent her.”

“You know full well it's not innocent,” Wire jeered, “but I do agree that she seems to be genuine.”

“So what, we're believing this other world bullshit?” Kid asked.

“The iron isn't burning her wrists, and she had no problem sticking her arm outside of the cage barrier,” Wire noted, “I don't think she's a witch or a demon. We know she doesn't have a devil fruit. I don't think there's any other good explanations for how she got here or how she knows so much about us”

“At the very least, she seems to believe it's the truth,” Killer added, “and she hasn't shown any aggression towards the crew. I don't know if we have any reason to keep her locked up. If what she's saying is true, then she has insider information on our future that could prove useful. At the very least she's more useful to us alive.”

“I don't trust her,” Kid grumbled, “I'll probably still fuck her, but I don't trust her.”

“So let me take on the responsibility,” Heat suggested, “I'll keep an eye on her”

“You just wanna get her in your bed so you can get more scent on her,” Wire rolled his eyes, “I saw the stuffed animal, already bringing her courting gifts, I know you're just itching to get her in your hoard”

“Shut up!” Heat huffed, a vibrant red flushing on his face, “you're just jealous she didn't say she dreams about you a lot! It's not my fault she likes me better!”

“Snake,” Wire spat.

“Bull-headed cunt!” Heat shouted back.

“Will you knuckleheads shut the fuck up and let me think?” Kid growled. Wire and Heat quickly quietened down, a slight blush still evident on Heat's cheeks as he considered adding you to his treasure collection. “Heat, you can have your whore, but if she puts one foot out of place I'll crush her fucking skull. And if I catch you acting all possessive I'm taking your toy away, she ain't yours, don't let her get in your head. She has till Sabody to prove herself, if she turns out to be full of shit we'll sell her to an auction house while we're there. At least then we'll get back what we spent feeding the bitch”

“Aye aye captain,” Heat stood excitedly, eager to get you out of the cell.

“Oi, Heat,” Killer barked before Heat had a chance to leave, “I know you know what I'm about to say; don't fucking try it, understand? Like Kid said, she's not yours to claim, so don't fucking try it.”

Heat knew exactly what Killer was referring to and grumbled in annoyance. “I wasn't gonna…” he mumbled like a scolded child.

“Oh come off it, like you haven't had a clutch ready to go since she came on board,” Killer huffed, “I can smell it from here, don't fucking try it.”

“Fine! Whatever!” Heat yelled.

“And take her to House tomorrow,” he continued, “if you're gonna make her your fucktoy you better not get her knocked up the old fashioned way either. And have her tested, if she's so desperate to be the ship whore she better be fuckin’ clean.”

“Roger that,” Heat grumbled, almost slamming the door behind him as he hurried out of the navigation room.

“He's gonna try it,” Wire noted.

“Hundred berri he tries it in less than two weeks,” Kid added.

“One week,” Wire replied.

“One month,” Killer bet, having at least a tiny bit more confidence in Heat's ability to hold off.

You heard Heat's hurried footsteps before you saw him, the creaking of the ladder-stairs as he descended them and practically skipped into the room. “Someone's got a pep in their step today,” you noted, “come for another taste or what?”

“Even better!” Heat smiled as he fumbled with the keys on his belt, “Kid said you can come out, just gotta stay by my side so I can keep an eye on ya”

“Oh, okay!” You stood up quickly, gathering up your blankets and stuffie, but not yet picking them up since you still had cuffs on, “oh, does that mean I'll be staying with you?”

“Yup!” Heat replied a little too eagerly, opening the cell door and fiddling with the keys again to find the one for your restraints. You held up your wrists for him and he removed the cuffs, letting you properly stretch your arms for the first time in several days. Heat grabbed the blankets and bundled them up in his arms, leaving you to grab the pillow and stuffed snake thing. “Come on, I'll show you my room!” He said excitedly.

You followed him obediently as he led you back up to the main deck, unsurprisingly followed by multiple sets of curious eyes, though this time a few of them were noticeably scrunching their noses, like they'd caught a bad smell. You chalked it up to having had no shower in what must have been a week, and made a mental note to ask Heat for a chance to bathe. He led you up two flights of external stairs, one that led to the covered area that held the cannons, the second up to the stern castle, which looked a lot like an actual castle. Strangely, despite being on a mostly wooden ship, the stern castle was made of light grey brickwork, with green, torn fabric draped over the slightly sloped roof section, and arched, ornate windows scattered around the main floor. The entire stern castle was surrounded in a thin deck, with a single arched door at the front leading inside. You followed Heat in, finding yourself in a small hall with a single door and staircase to your left, and more doors to the right as the hall bent around a central section in a U shape, presumably circling the base of the mizzenmast that protruded from the stern castle. There was also an exceptionally tall ladder directly in line with the entry door that disappeared into the ceiling, which Heat explained cut through the next floor and went all the way to the deck on top of the stern castle.

Heat opened the first door on the right, that same familiar scent of weed and musk you'd grown accustomed to hitting you like a truck. The room was a little dark, with fabric pinned over the windows like permanently shut curtains, blocking out any daylight from entering. He made no move to turn on an overhead light, but there was a string of fairy lights hung around the entire circumference of the room, towards the top of the walls, that gave the room a soft, romantic lighting. The room was messy, with a large bed that seemed like a king size but longer, presumably to account for his height, pushed against the wall the door was on. Opposite it was a small indoor greenhouse setup, with several shelves holding what you assumed to be weed plants behind frosted plastic, condensation making the plastic wet on the inside. There was a short set of drawers to your left, and a side table with a bong on it next to the bed, but other than that, what surprised you the most about the room was the sheer amount of stuffed animals.

They were everywhere, littering every corner and every surface in tall stacks, stuffies of every size and shape, lining the long side of his bed along the wall and stacked in a tall pile in the corner of it. It was frankly fucking adorable, and you couldn't help but let a little giggle out. You threw yourself on the bed, letting the mountain of stuffies all fall on you and cover you in a great avalanche, a riot of giggles coming from under the pile as you kicked your feet gleefully. If you'd been able to see Heat's face, you would have known you'd made a mistake in being so enthusiastic. You'd unknowingly just made something possessive click in his brain, compounding yourself into his prized hoard, making yourself one of his treasures.

His form shifted before he could stop himself, legs changing to a long tail, covered in dark dusty pink scales, wrapped with deep red-brown thorn line markings, much like his tattoos. His canines grew to fangs, his nails to sharp black claws, and from his hair emerged two large horns that curled slightly inwards at the ends, black at the base then transitioning to dusty pink and bright fushia at the tips. The end of this tail flicked and shut the door, the sound prompting you to finally emerge from the mountain of stuffed animals with a final laugh that was cut short as you took sight of him.

Raised up on his tail, he very nearly hit the tall ceiling, looming over you as he slithered closer. Your first instinct was to scream, but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to do it, too enamoured with the way his scales were almost iridescent where the light caught them. Your back was forced flat to the bed as he moved to tower over you, the base of his tail pressed between your legs as his arms supported himself on either side of your torso, your chest heaving with half fearful, half aroused breaths.

“You okay?” He asked curiously, raising a brow as he smelt your fear scenting the air, his senses elevated in this form. “You're acting like you've never seen a Wyrm. Do you not have my kind where you come from?”

“No, we most certainly do not,” you breathed heavily, “a …wyrm, you said? Like a dragon?”

“I'm surprised, most people would say ‘like a snake?’, which is frankly highly offensive,” he joked, “did the manga in your world not say I was a wyrm?”

“No but… it also never explained how you breathed fire,” you admitted, your eyes travelling down now to the base of his tail, noticing the slit between the scales where his dick would usually be. It made sense, Heat was not a character a lot was known about, and the world of One Piece held all sorts of strange species. It explained why he could breathe fire, though there was the chance still that this was a zoan type devil fruit. The way he talked about it made it sound like a somewhat common thing here, so perhaps it was just a species not really shown in the manga. Your eyes travelled again and noticed his fangs and his pretty horns, and you couldn't help but reach up and touch the pink tips, wondering if they were as sharp as they looked. Not sharp enough to draw blood, you discovered, but they would certainly hurt if he headbutted someone. “So pretty,” you mused. You understood now what the stuffie he'd lent you was, and it was all the more adorable that he'd given you one that looked like him.

“You're not afraid of me like this?” He asked hesitantly. Even those familiar with his kind tended to be anxious around him like this, he was large and dangerous looking, it was a natural response.

“Should I be?” You replied plainly, fiddling with the strings on his corset style top. He lifted himself to remove it, and you could see now that his nipples were pierced, which didn't surprise you in the least. You openly ogled his bare torso, so very well sculpted, running your hand down the center of his chest.

“You're part of my hoard now, I'm only ever gonna protect you,” he said softly, leaning down and brushing his nose against the crook of your neck. You didn't mean to but a quiet whimper escaped you as his fangs brushed against your pulse point, the threat of his bite making you a little horny. He could smell it, your growing arousal, and made a deep rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest, entirely pleased at the sweet smell that now overwhelmed the previous scent of fear. He looked and sounded dangerous, but it only added to his allure, and you couldn't help but roll your hips towards him, dragging your core against his tail with a needy whine. You knew what you were, you knew you had secret desires to fuck monsters, you'd seen parts of the internet your parents would disown you for. This strange new form catered so well to those primal desires, arousal building quickly as you watched the light catch against his fangs. The growling sounded again, this time accompanied by movement between your legs. You pushed him off you slightly to look, eyes widening as you watched two vibrantly pink appendages, tapered to dull points and lined along the undersides with bumps, emerge from the slit on his tail. You realised with a gasp what you were looking at. Two of them, oh fuck there were two of them. This world was the fucking best, you should have gotten hit by a bus years ago.

“Is this okay?” He asked, watching you stare at his two cocks, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. He didn't often show this form, let alone to women he hoped to bed.

“Heat, I mean this in the most genuine way possible,” you replied, fire pooling at your core, “fuck me, please”

“Are.. are you sure?” He asked, sitting back on his tail, feeling a little unsure of himself. Once again his low self-esteem told him this was a trick, he'd always had trouble accepting compliments at face value, especially since receiving his Glasgow smile.

“Why would I not be?” You asked him, cupping his face and running a thumb over his scarred cheek, he looked as though he might cry any moment. Sweet soft boy, this was why you loved Heat so much. You couldn't understand his unease though; he was massive, ripped with muscles, incredibly cool and scary in a way that made you hot with those fangs and horns. His tail was beautiful, you wanted to touch it, not to mention his two cocks that looked even thicker and longer than his human dick. Why would you not want him? “Heat, are you okay? You seem nervous. Am I being too forward?”

“It's just… I don't usually… show this side of myself to women,” he admitted, “unless I'm paying them… I'm scary enough as it is in my human form”

“Oh Heat,” you cooed, understanding now his anxiety, “you're beautiful, and incredibly sexy. Can I touch you?”

“Y-yes,” he stuttered, laying back against the mattress next to you as you guided him to relax with gentle motions. You sat up to reach more of him, running your finger down his well sculpted abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind on his skin until your hand met the spot where his scales began. The scales were smoother than you expected, even if you moved against the grain you didn't catch the edges of the tightly knit scales, though there was a pleasant bumpiness to them. You wondered how it would feel to slide against them, feeling yourself grow wetter at the thought.

He whimpered a little as your hand ran down his tail, feeling the smooth scales under your palm, considerably hotter to the touch than you expected. You wondered if he'd ever been touched like this; if he'd only ever been with women in this form when they were paid, perhaps nobody had ever taken the time to truly explore this form. You moved slowly, running your hands over his entire tail, hearing his small whines as you played with the tapered tip that flicked a little as you touched it. Curiously you brought it to your mouth, and he groaned as you ran your tongue over it, draping an arm over his face as he flushed bright pink.

“Ah- ah- sensitive-” he whined, the tip of his tail almost vibrating in your hand. You took it in your mouth and he gasped, his chest heaving as you sucked on the tip of his tail. He was breathing heavily as you let him go, and you stripped off your clothes before straddling his tail, pressing your wet core against his scales. “You can- you can ride me if you want,” he said shyly through heavy breaths.

“Do you want me to ride you, Heat?” You asked mischievously, “Do you want me to use your tail however I like?”

“Yes, yes,” he whined, “use me however you want princess, please”

You shuffled to get a little more comfortable before you pressed down hard and began to grind against him, the strange new texture feeling surprisingly good against your cunt, slick transfering to his tail and lubricating your movements and you rolled your hips against him. You immediately struggled to hold back your moans, having been throbbing with need at the mere sight of those two proud cocks that sat in front of you and the way he whimpered at every delicate touch you gave him, immensely relieved at finally getting some much needed friction. He sat up a little, supporting himself with one hand while the other held your hip, helping you find more pressure as you grinded on him. Heat's eyes were wide as he watched you enjoy his tail, never in his life had anyone used him in this way, your juices glistening against his iridescent scales as the wet patch grew larger with every roll. His cocks were twitching as he watched you, his eyes almost black from how blown out his pupils were. Precum leaked from his cocks just watching you pleasure yourself with his body. Heat thought you looked unbearably beautiful like that, lost in your pleasure on top of his tail, a shining jewel worthy of his collection. Never had he thought a woman would accept him like this, and yet somehow you seemed turned on by it, a fact he couldn't wrap his head around but certainly wasn't complaining about.

“Hnng, feels good~” you mewled, grinding faster as you felt that coil in your abdomen begin to tighten. Just having the opportunity to play with a beast like Heat was making you hotter, his tail slapping excitedly against the mattress behind you as your orgasm drew close. You looked down at his two cocks, twitching with need in front of you, noticing now the way the piercings on his human form seemed split between them, with two ladders in the higher shaft, and the remaining ladder and tip on the lower, though being that he no longer had defined heads to his cocks, the tip piercing was considerably lower down his shaft. There were swollen bumps along the underside of each that you had no doubt would feel incredible inside you, the bases of each shaft incredibly thick and tapering to the pointed tips, comparable to tentacles. Precum beaded at the tips and rolled down the undersides, your eyes following the beads as they travelled, making you unconsciously lick your lips. They were not unlike the dildo you had back home, and your moans grew harsh just looking at them and considering what one would feel like inside you, knowing you surely couldn't take both, and suddenly your coil was snapping violently, gushing your release over his tail and shaking on top of him as you struggled to stay upright.

You gave him a crooked, fucked out smile as his tail supported your back, still twitching a little in the afterglow of your orgasm. You slid yourself backwards, leaving a wet trail along his tail as you shuffled down it, until you were far back enough to lean down and run a tongue against his lower cock, taking the other in your hand. They were almost scaldingly hot to the touch, but it didn't deter you from running your tongue up one then the other, playing with them with your tongue, like a greedy child with two icecreams.

“They're so big,” you purred, “how am I gonna fit them inside me?”

“I can warm you up,” he offered, “with.. um.. with my tail. If you want.” He'd always wanted to penetrate someone with his tail, but given how scared people usually were he hadn't ever dared to suggest it. He had a feeling though, given your enthusiasm for this form, that perhaps you would be willing.

You looked up at him wide eyed, was he really offering to fuck you with his tail? “Oh fuck yes,” you replied eagerly, arching your back so your pussy was more exposed behind you. You felt the movement underneath you as his tail curled and shifted, until the tip was brushing against your bare cunt. “Hnng, yes, fuck. Fuck me with your tail Heat~”

You both whined as his tail rubbed against your pussy, searching for the entrance, successfully finding it and sliding in. Heat was slow and careful, he'd never tried this before but he knew his tail was sensitive, so he'd wanted to try this for a while. It didn't feel as good as getting his dick wet, but it was pleasant and sent shivers through him as he felt your gummy walls squeezing around him. You licked at the tips of his cocks, holding them together to take both ends into your mouth at once, moaning around them as his tail pressed in further and began to stretch your cunt, thrusting in and out slowly. You switched your focus to one cock, still servicing the other with your hand, bobbing your head at the same pace as his tail was pumping into you. You couldn't hope to take all of him in this form, his girth far too much at the base for your lips, but you could get a good two thirds in before the corners of your mouth stung too much from the stretch.

He pushed his tail into you further, getting it close to the girth of his cock, getting you used to the stretch. He didn't want to get you entirely stretched out, he wanted to feel your tight cunt struggling to take him when you finally sunk down on him. His tail curled inside you, focusing on your sweet spots, making you vibrate his dick with your sweet moans until you let his cock go with a pop. “Ahh, gonna cum, fuck,” you whined, your hands pumping his two cocks in a messy unfocused pattern as he fucked you faster and a second orgasm ripped through you, juices dripping down Heat's tail.

“Want- want your cock,” you whimpered, practically collapsing on him. You had hoped to ride him while you held those pretty horns but you simply didn't have it in you anymore, your legs turned to jelly and shaking.

Heat rolled you gently until your back was against the mattress, your thighs wrapping around him as he laid on top of you, hooking your ankles together behind where his ass would be. You felt his cocks heavy against your abdomen as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen, his delicate human treasure. “Please,” you whined, feeling unbearably empty without his tail in you.

“Shh, I'm gonna give you what you want, my jewel,” he cooed, reaching between your bodies to position his lower cock, the thin tip easily sliding inside as the higher one laid against your clit. You took most of him with ease, his tail having prepared you well, until he began to reach the thickest part of his cock and your cunt began to strain against the stretch. Heat groaned as he bullied himself into you, whispering praises as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix and making you wince. He withdrew a little, not wanting to hurt you, until the pain melted from your face.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he groaned, sliding back out slowly and pushing back in fast, making you practically scream. He made harsh thrusts, unable to restrain himself now that he was buried in your heat, grunting with each deep slide of his cock, the additional stimulation of his higher cock grinding against your clit with every thrust making you moan loud enough for the whole ship to hear. “Good girl, fuck, good girl,” Heat grunted, the wet squelch of his cock in your soaked cunt filling the small room. “Sweet little treasure, all mine, all fucking mine,” he growled, his speed picking up as his fingers left bruises on your hips, claws sinking in and pricking your skin. “So pretty, my jewel.”

“Ah, Heat, so good, so good,” you whined, making your own marks on him as your fingernails dug into his back. The way the base of his cock pressed hard against your g-spot with every deep thrust was making your coil pull tight again, a fucked out smile spread on your face and your mind entirely lost to the pleasure Heat was giving you. He felt your pussy flutter around him, incredibly aroused as he saw that grin on your face and the way your eyes were rolling, your tits bouncing with each thrust.

“Ahh fuck, gonna cum,” Heat whined, his pace turning desperate and erratic as he got lost watching your breasts bouncing, “so pretty, so fucking pretty, gonna cum”

“I wanna- I wanna be covered in it,” you moaned, reaching down to jerk off the cock that wasn't inside you. He made a sharp whine as you pumped him fast, your walls clamping down around him giving him the final push he needed to finish, doing his best to work you through your orgasm before he pulled out and held his cocks together, jerking himself off till impossibly hot cum shot out in ropes across your abdomen and breasts, your thighs squeezing tight around him as your body shook.

Heat collapsed next to you, his cocks slowly retreating back into his slit as you both panted hard. Your stomach was coated in his seed and you couldn't help but run your fingers through it, playing with it while your clit throbbed from overstimulation. “So hot,” you sighed between heavy breaths, “that felt so fucking good.”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, my treasure,” Heat purred, rolling to his side and intertwining his tail with your legs. Heat felt unbelievably accepted and vulnerable in this moment, having never experienced such pleasures with a woman in his true form. He felt wholly accepted, the anxiety and fear of rejection he felt at the start entirely wiped away. “We should get you cleaned up though”

“Mmm, I could do with a shower,” you mused, making circles in the hot cum on your stomach with your index finger. Heat near purred at the way you willingly rubbed his scent into you by playing with his cum, only further adding to his possessiveness.

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soupangel · 5 months ago

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Gojo and reader go grocery shopping and come back home to cook their favorite dinner tgthr idk I just need some gojo fluff I miss him 😭

I hope you like it!

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You've had this date night planned for weeks, with Satoru being sent on so many missions and you being so busy with the second years it was difficult to make time for each other. You'd go to the store and pick up all the ingredients for dinner. Go home and make it together and watch a movie, a classic date night.

Shopping with Gojo was always either fun or frustrating depending on what mood you’re in. No matter what you come in for he's always trying to put sweets in the basket. You missed that while he was away so this time shopping was fun.

“y/n this flavor is new we have to get it!” Gojo says as he beams at you holding up the newest flavor of mochi he has yet to try, which you think is surprising given how much he loves the food.

You chuckle at how excited he is before saying “We can have it for dessert so hurry and put it in the cart I'm starving!”

He puts the mochi in the cart with the other ingredients and kisses your cheek as a thank you. You decided to make udon soup,and since it was a bit cold today it seemed perfect. Usually cooking with Satoru in the kitchen is a bit difficult since he can never stay on his own assignment, always coming over to try to help you out. So in order to make cooking smoother you decide to turn it into a game. Usually the person to finish their assigned task first wins an extra piece of mochi, But Satoru has a different idea.

“You will be in charge of the broth and I'll be in charge of the noodles because we all know I'm better at making noodles than you.” Satoru says as he unpacks the grocery bags.

Your mouth drops open to let out a shocked laugh.

“That's not fair at all, I have to make the broth and you just have to boil some noodles? Nuh uh not happening.”

“Well then what are we supposed to do?” He pouts.

“You can do all the prep work and I'll cook the soup. How ‘bout that?”

He pretends to think for a second before agreeing to your plan. He can never say no to you.

While he preps all the ingredients you'll need, you talk to him about what he missed while he was away, what mischief Yuji, Megumi and Nobara got up to while their teacher was out of the classroom.

While you cook he tells you about how his missions went, venting about how the higher ups need to start sending other sorcerers out because he can't keep doing all their work for them. It's getting exhausting. When dinner is done you both head over to the couch to watch Gojo’s favorite movie while you eat. You won't admit it to him but you actually kind of missed the shitty movies he'd put on.

You ended the night in each others arms feeding each other mochi, Gojo thinks this must be heaven.

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kingtomura · 7 months ago

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Deja Vu | 2 | The Girl Who Cried Wolf

summary: Your best friend died years ago. He went up in flames until there was nothing left... so why does it feel like you can still see him sometimes? content: touya todoroki x female reader, childhood friends au, reader has a quirk, childhood memories, flashbacks, fluff, heavy angst, soft touya, hurt/comfort, tragedy, virginity loss, vaginal fingering, piv, smut with feelings, mdni wc: 9.2k | Prev | Chapter 3 | m. list | read on ao3

You’ve never been good at hide-and-seek.

“Touya,” you yell into the crisp air of the forest, “this isn’t funny!” You’ve been at this for what feels like forever and it’s just not working.

You can’t find him.

The wind was chilling you to the bone and it was almost dinner time. This was becoming more and more pointless as the minutes ticked by. You just wanted to find him so you both could go eat.

“Okay, well if you’re not gonna come out then I don’t wanna play anymore!” You shout, fully ready to turn tail and get out of there.

You hear a groan from the bushes and Touya emerges, his hair now white on one side and red on the other.

“You’re no fun.” He chides. “What are you gonna do when you have to find a villain?”

“I’ll find them, of course! But not on an empty stomach.” You huff, just glad that he’s stopped messing around and you can both head back now.

You are both six years old and Touya’s passion for becoming the number one hero burns brighter each passing day. You can only imagine what the coming years will be like.

Touya stood up fully, brushing the residual snow from his pants, forever unbothered by the cold. “Right… whatever you say.”

In that moment your stomach growls and Touya raises a brow.

Frustration makes itself known again as you stomp your foot in the white snow, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “We were at this for so long! I’m tired. And cold.”

“You’re always cold.” He muses, walking towards you and taking your hand.

You shrug, ducking your nose into your scarf to avoid being called Rudolph again, as Touya loves to do. Instead, you try to focus on the warmth of his hand in yours. “And you’re always warm.”

Touya hums, leading you both back to his home that was nearby. His mother promised to make Udon tonight and it was all you could think about.

“You know, you haven't said much about your new baby brother.” You start, tilting your head to get a better look at him, he always seemed more tense when going towards the home.

His tense features smooth out at the mention of his new sibling, brows softening and a smile sliding onto his face. “Oh, yeah. Well he doesn’t do much yet. He can’t talk or anything. He’s trying, but he’s kind of a potato.”

The comment makes you laugh, and you watch as fresh, new snowflakes make their way down from the sky, landing in Touya’s hair and your jacket. It’s at this moment you decide that winter is your favorite season.

The way Touya squeezes your hand brings you back to the present, the warmth making your heart dance. “But, I can't wait until he does talk. I bet he’ll be pretty cool.”

“Yeah, I think so, too.” You agree, “But you have to make sure you set a good example for him. Or else he’ll be the cool brother, you know.”

Touya scoffs, brows furrowing in irritation that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “I know that! I’m always cool…”

You mutter a soft sure as your best friend’s home comes into view.

Udon was so close, you could almost taste it.

“Race you there!” Touya shouts, dropping your hand and taking off, effectively leaving you in the dust.

“Hey!” You try to catch up, but the headstart he had over you was too great, and you end up last — much to your dismay. Touya was already inside and kicking his shoes off by the time you made it in. “You cheated!”

The boy only shrugs, removing his coat and putting it away, “If you wanna be a hero you have to always be alert, that’s what dad says anyway.”

You follow suit, kicking off your shoes and jacket, and running to greet his mother. It was perfect timing, you noted, as Rei had only just begun placing piping hot bowls of Udon down at the table for all of you.

“Hi, Fuyumi!” You greet watching her emerge from further into the home. She returns with a wave, taking her place at the table.

There was no time to waste as you dig into the soup, enjoying the way it warmed your insides from the cool air outside.

“And where have you two been all day?” Rei questions, tone neutral and patient. It’s at this moment you notice the overheated head of the household was not present for dinner. It's something you cannot say that you mind, given how tense the air is when the man does come around.

“We were out playing hide and seek.” Touya supplied through a mouthful of noodles.

Rei looks skeptical, resting her chin on her hand as she watched her son. “Just playing hide and seek, Touya? No extra training?”

The boy stops, watching his mother before taking a sip of his water, “Maybe a little bit of training…”

“Touya.”

“What?” He asks, growing aggravated at the woman's pestering. You could only watch as the interaction went on, trying to enjoy your Udon as best you could.

“I told you not to push yourself today. It’s already hard enough to get your father to give you an off day, at least enjoy it by not overdoing it.”

“I wasn’t overdoing it! It’s fine, okay?” His frustration is growing and you begin to shift in your seat, unsettled by the conversation. It wasn’t the first time Rei had scolded Touya about quirk training, but it always ended the same — no progress on the topic being made.

Rei sighs, the stresses of her day to day beginning to catch up with her. “I just don’t want you to overdo it. I want you to enjoy being a child too, Touya. Just have fun sometimes.”

“But I do have fun — all the time!”

She’s tired, you can tell by the bags lining her eyes and the unkept status of her hair. Your mom looks like this too, on the days her job runs over and she has to come home late. Maybe all moms look this way, you ponder as you down the rest of your soup.

“Listen, I know you want to get stronger, but you’ve been turning up hurt more often than not. At least hold off until the doctor's appointment.”

You watch as Touyas brows scrunch and his lips turn down in a frown. You know that look very well. He's upset. “What? That’s dumb! I won’t be the best if I let a few burns stop me.”

“Touya…” Rei looks like Touya, you realize in this moment, a near carbon copy of her son the way her features mirror his own. “It’s just for a little while, okay? Not forever.”

He scoffs, done with the conversation and Rei only looks on. “Whatever.”

That’s the end of the conversation, sending dinner into a deep silence with tension crowding the air.

By the end of dinner, you are more than ready to head to bed, quick to finish your nightly duties and prepare for bed.

You try to bite back a yawn as you slide the door to the bedroom open, it is futile and you feel the tears pull at the corners of your eyes — signaling that it was time for bed.

Touya was already clad in his pajamas and currently rolling out the extra futon for you to sleep on. It was a soft white and blue and you wasted no time getting under the blankets.

“Hey, don’t go to sleep yet.” Your best friend whined, arms crossed and judging stare watching you make yourself comfortable.

You sit up, meeting his eyes with a raised brow. “‘M not. Just getting comfy.”

“Yeah, sure.” He stops, dropping his eyes to his lap, lost in thought. “Do you think she was right?”

“Hm? Who?”

Touya sucks his teeth, eye roll not directed at you, but his frustration. “My mom. When she said that I train too much.”

“Oh,” you didn’t think so. You were sure how much Touya trained with his father, but you knew it was never anything extensive when it was only you two together. There was no way that was considered too much. “No, I don't think you do.”

He smiles, and you feel like you’ve made the right call. “Good! I just want to be strong. I don’t see why she doesn’t get that. She says I'll end up hurting myself. But when I get burned it’s only a little bit.”

“Yeah, when I use my quirk too much my head will start to hurt really bad and my nose bleeds a little, but it goes away after a while.” You bring a hand to your nose, thankful there was no metallic smell lingering from the last time you used your quirk.

“The burns go away too! I knew you would understand.” He smiles, and then focuses on you, tone serious. “Hey, let's make a promise, then.”

This piques your interest. “What kind of promise?”

“That we’ll both keep trying to get strong. We can look after each other so we won't push too hard. Promise?” He holds out his fist with his pinky extended. His eyes are vivid within the dark room, the cerulean blue filled with a boyish determination that makes your mind rush and your heart flutter.

It's so quiet, the hushed whispers between you two make this feel more like a secret than a promise, and maybe in some ways it is. A secret that binds you both to each other, one that is in its own a safety net and a comfort when you need it most.

You reach back, interlocking his pinky with yours. “I promise.”

He brings it forward, pulling you towards him just a little. Touya kisses the exposed part of your pinky, and you bring his closer to do the same.

The deal was sealed. Promise made.

The sound of footsteps pulled you both from your steely gaze and towards the door. Touya's eyes widened, knowing you both were not supposed to be awake at this hour. You lock eyes and both duck down, covering yourselves with the blankets and feigning sleep.

It was just in time as the door to the room slid open, a wandering Rei glancing around the now still room. She stood there for a moment — muttering about how she could have sworn she heard voices — before turning to leave, door sliding shut and footsteps trailing back to her side of the home.

Both you and Touya tried as best you could to keep your snickers and laughs down, even going as far as slapping a hand over his mouth and yours to silence the noises. Only once there were no more sounds of footsteps did you release your hold on him, bringing an index finger to your mouth to shush him further.

“Okay,” Touya whispered into the quiet of the room, his voice carrying despite the honest effort to be silent, “we have to go to bed, for real this time.”

“Yeah.” You nod, trying your best to bite back a smile. You were sure the both of you were the only two people awake in the world right now. No one else but you, him in the pale moonlight — with the stars tagging along, sneaking into the space and lighting up the dim room, eavesdropping on your hushed laughs and promises.

“Goodnight,” he breathes, no more than a whisper.

“Goodnight, Touya.”

—--------------------

You wake with a start, body sitting straight up in bed as your chest heaved. Your eyes darted left and right but all you could see was the familiar posters along the walls of your bedroom.

Your bedroom?

“Oh, I see you’re awake.”

Your head snaps to the voice, honey sweet and always familiar. Your mother stood at your door, leaning against the dark wood of the doorframe and giving you a look that made a pit form in your stomach. You clench the cotton of your bed's comforter, the fabric anchoring you to the room.

“You’ve been out for a while.” She continues when she realizes you won’t speak. And what could you say? That you chased your dead best friend in the forest and overused your quirk to catch him? It sounds ridiculous.

So, you bring the words to your mouth and try to give her a response. Even if it’s a small, insignificant one.

“Have I?” The words feel dry and heavy on your tongue, like you haven’t spoken in days. Maybe you haven’t.

Your mother nods, taking your response as consent to come further into your room. Her steps are soft, as if any loud noise would scare you off or make you shut down. It’s hard to look away from her worried gaze, so you don’t.

You watch as she makes her way over, sitting down on your bed and the look she gives you makes your chest ache.

The somber aura in her eyes brings you no comfort.

“What were you doing out there?” She skips to the point, not wasting another minute. It’s like the question has been running through her head for a while now.

Your eyes fall to your fists clutching the bedsheets.

What could you say?

“I…” You swallow, the worst she could do was not believe you. “I saw something in the forest.”

Your mother shifts on the bed, turning to look at you head on. “What did you see?”

There was no way she wouldn’t think you were crazy, but you had to try.

“Touya. I swear I saw him.” Your eyes meet hers and you wished they hadn’t. The look of sorrow is now replaced with something much worse. Pity.

“Sweetie…”

You inhale, tears blurring your vision and you knew this would happen. “Don’t! It was him — I know it was.”

“I'm not saying it wasn’t.” She defends, bringing a hand up in surrender. “I’m just worried about you. You know what the doctors told you about your quirk.”

The quirk. You didn’t even think about that.

Too caught up in the possibility of seeing Touya again.

Your mother sighs, “You’ve been out for three days. Three. You can’t blame me for being worried about you — or upset.”

And you don’t.

Three days is a long time. You reach a hand up, taking note of the bandages wrapped around your head. You’re not even sure how you ended up back in your room.

“Just… Remember what the doctors said.” And you do remember! But it was an emergency. One that you couldn’t risk letting pass you by. She speaks again, her voice stern. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You sit there in silence, taking her words in. The heavy tears on your lower lids fall, dampening the blanket in droplets.

“It’s around that time of year again, I know. I’m so sorry you’re going through this. As a mother I wish I could protect you from this kind of hurt.” She stops, voice wavering as her own eyes grew glossy. “But it’s also why I can’t risk losing you either.”

You want to say something, anything to make her stop. It’s not the same.

“I don’t doubt that you saw something, but I want you to understand that it was late at night, and you’re still grieving.”

Your jaw is starting to ache from how hard you’re clenching your teeth — fury below the surface of your frustration.

Of course she doesn’t believe you.

Why would you be foolish enough to think she would?

She sighs, the lecture coming to an end. “Don’t destroy yourself for this, okay?” Your mother reaches out and covers your exposed hand with her own. It takes everything in you not to snatch it away.

“Promise me, please.”

You meet her eyes, the sorrow swimming in them makes you feel like you’re drowning, so you do the only thing you can think of — you nod, and agree.

“I promise.”

And you do. It won’t destroy you to find out the truth. You’ll be okay and intact. No promises will be broken, not again.

You go out to the forest that night. Even though your head is still wrapped in bandages and you get dizzy if you turn your head a little too fast — you still go. You have to.

It’s eating you up and you have to be sure you weren't hallucinating.

Your mother has been keeping a close eye on you. She’s so worried, not only about your physical health but your mental health as well. And you don’t blame her. To have her only daughter fall out in the forest and wake up claiming to see her dead best friend? It’s worrisome, but you know better.

You wave the flashlight in your hand, backtracking your steps in the forest.

It's fruitless, due to the fresh fallen snow and lack of footprints. But that doesn’t deter you. You know he was here, he had to be.

After what felt like an hour of a search, you decide to turn back, knowing there would be no point as the snowfall increased. It would eventually make things harder to see and you would rather not get stuck in a snowstorm.

Fuyumi won’t say it out loud but she is worried about you.

She’s worried you have finally gone off the deep end and you are too far gone to be brought back to shore.

“Fuyumi, I know what I saw. It was him — I swear!” You pleaded, knowing how you must sound.

She knows how much you love Touya, and how devastated you were, but what she doesn’t understand is what you mean when you say you saw him.

Her eyes were filled with sadness and …pity. The same pity that’s been haunting you for days now. “I believe you saw something. I don’t want to shut you down, it’s just… I know how your quirk is. I know what happens if you overuse it. It could have been in your mind right before you went out.”

You scoff in shock, eyes wide and disbelieving of what you’re hearing. Of all people you thought Fuyumi would understand, or at least hear you out.

She doesn't understand. She wouldn’t understand.

You shake your head, eyes downcast as you fight the familiar burn of tears in your eyes, muttering under your breath, “I know what I saw.”

Those were his eyes. It was his nose and his hair. It was Touya.

This doesn’t stop her from trying to comfort you, bringing that familiar hand to your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. What would usually feel like a comfort is now a vice, suffocating you as you drown is the reality around you.

No one will believe a word you say.

“Maybe,” she starts, words careful and gentle, knowing you were as fragile as glass, ready to shatter at any sudden movement. “Maybe Touya is watching over you in some way. Like a guardian angel.”

The warm tears fall now, unable to be held back by your crumbling will.

“I know how hard it is, really, I do. But I want you to know that you’re not alone, okay?” You can feel Fuyumi’s gaze on you, silently pleading for you to look up, look at her, but you won't. You can’t. You know what you saw and it doesn’t matter if anyone believes you.

You would never stop looking for Touya.

Fuyumi lets you go and it feels like you can breathe again. She has become such a good friend over the years, second best to Touya, but it’s not the same.

You go to stand, having had enough of crying for one week and she stops you.

“Wait, I don’t want you to go! At least stay for dinner with us. Does your mom work late tonight?”

You nod, she usually does on Fridays.

“Then it’s settled. Stay over, let's watch movies or something.” She falters, eyes to the floor as she bites her bottom lip, “I don’t want to be alone, either.”

Something in your heart tugs and you agree, moving to join her once more in the living room.

Fuyumi may not understand, but she was still your close friend. “Okay, but I get to choose the movie, though.”

And she smiles.

For now, you would be okay.

—----------------------

“It’s so stupid!”

There’s a flash of fire and a tree goes up in flames. Touya is upset.

“It’s just not fair.”

“I know…” You drag, hating when he got this way. “But it’s what they told me.”

“That means we can’t be heroes together anymore!”

The wave of sadness you feel makes your head hurt and eyes water. “I know… I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, they told me I had to stop training, too. Dad said he wouldn’t do it anymore because I hurt myself. You know what I say to that? Who cares! We can be strong if we want to. It's not fair.”

You know it’s not fair.

You are seven years old when the doctors tell you that you cannot continue to use your quirk.

Telekinesis is not only rare, but it is dangerous. Not just to you, but to others around you. The doctors were very clear about what would happen if you lost control or if you overexerted yourself.

The consequences could be devastating.

But quirks are such an important part of one’s life and for them to tell you to just not use them? It’s unheard of.

It also doesn’t help that Touya has another sibling on the way. One that his father is eerily excited about.

“Do you remember our promise?” He asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

You nod, knowing the promise is something you could never forget.

“Well, I think it's more important than ever now. If they dont want us to do it, then we just shouldn’t tell them.” There is a determined purpose in his voice as he turns to face you, committed eyes meeting yours.

“I don’t know, Touya. That sounds like lying.”

“It’s not if you don’t say anything.” He insists, tone even.

Your gaze falls to the ground, watching as the wind blows the leaves along the snow. It’s like their own secret dance. Your promise is beginning to feel more like a secret dance as well.

“Look,” Touya starts, walking towards you and capturing your attention once more, “I swear, if anything happens, I’ll just say I did it.”

You shake your head, brows furrowed in confusion and fists clenched, “No! Then you would get in trouble, and what if we can’t hang out anymore? We can be in this together, Touya.”

He smiles, soft and sweet. Your dedication relaxes him more than he thought it would.

His warm hands are on your face again, warming your cheeks and the butterflies that have been living in your stomach go wild again. You absently wonder if you should tell your mother about it.

“Your nose is all red again, Rudolph.” He says before bringing you closer and brushing his nose against yours.

You were sure if your face got any warmer you would probably explode.

Touya carries on, walking away from you and further into the forest. You trail behind, even though you knew this part of it well, you still didn’t want to run the risk of getting lost.

“Where are we going?” Your voice carries in this part of the woods, and it sounds more like a shout.

“I found this cool spot the other day! Let me show you.”

Confident as always, Touya trails through and you speed up to chase him.

Now you're sure your face is red, but he doesn't mention it again.

“It’s down here.” Touya points and there’s a drop to get to the area.

It only takes a jump and he lands on his feet — he makes it look so easy, but you know he’s probably gotten a lot of practice and put himself in positions more dangerous than this.

There’s that doubt in the forefront of your mind again, the fear that makes you hesitate. “I don’t like heights, Touya.”

“It’s okay! C’mon, I’ll catch you. It’s just a little further.” He’s reassuring as he holds out his arms.

Always fearless Touya.

You trust him, and it’s all you can think as you close your eyes and give yourself a little running start and then jump.

There’s a ringing in your ears again and you don’t feel his arms right away, instead you feel light. As light as a feather as you drift down to the ground.

The lack of impact makes the fear ebb away as you open your eyes. There’s Touya, arms out and waiting as he watches you with widened eyes filled with wonder.

You’ve somehow activated your quirk and slowed your own fall. You absently think that it almost feels kind of fun, the way you softly land in Touya’s waiting arms.

“Whoa,” he starts, eyes never leaving yours. “You looked like an angel or something.”

You don’t know why, but the comparison makes your cheeks flush as you fight for a way to respond.

Nothing comes to mind and you only bite down a smile. You’ve never tried something like that before with your quirk and the excitement makes your fear fade away.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Me either,” you shrug. It’s new to you too, and you weren’t against trying it again.

“Well, c'mon, let’s go before it gets dark.” And he’s taking off, pulling you along with him by the hand. The wind is chilly but it doesn’t completely cool you. Touya keeps you warm, from the outside by his hand and from the inside with his words. Maybe there was more to his fire quirk than you thought.

“Don’t run so fast, Touya!”

He laughs, but slows down for you, looking back and flashing a smile, “Whatever you say, angel.”

—-------------

It’s the end of March and spring is on the way.

The snow melting, the rain clouds are rolling their way in, readying to greet April and bring life to the incoming May flowers, and your mother—

“We need them by tonight!” She yells through the phone and it’s enough to make you hold the device far away from your ear.

“I heard you the first time, mom.” You sigh, looking around again for the small shop and making your way towards it. “I’ll have all the stuff by then. The party will be fine, I promise.”

Tonight is your father’s big homecoming day from overseas. He’s been working away from home for eight months now and your mother has decided to throw him a welcome home party at the last minute. He will be here by tonight and so will the guests — if you finish in time everything will go according to plan.

“I just want everything to be perfect.” Her voice presses and you hum in response. You know how she wants things to be, but your father isn’t picky. He’s the most easy going man you know and if there’s a hiccup here and there, well, you’re sure he won't mind.

“Okay, mom.” You start, grabbing your items and making your way to the checkout line. “I’m about to check out now, so I’ll let you know when I'm on the way home.”

She sighs on the other end, but lets you go, not before fully explaining why she needs the banners and streamers in a certain color and you cut her off, hanging up and checking out.

It's been a few months since the incident in the forest and you’ve given up trying to make anyone see your point of view. They all thought you were hallucinating, but you knew better. You saw Touya. There was nothing they could say or do to make you think otherwise.

You heave a sigh and continue your walk through the town thinking of the countless decorations you will undoubtedly have to help your mother hang for the night. It gives you something to do, but god, last minute events were not your favorite.

There aren’t as many people out and about this time of day and you're thankful. It’s almost peaceful, the way you can weave through the sparse crowd and get lost in your own thoughts.

Until you see it.

It makes you stop in your tracks, heart beating so loud in your chest you could feel it pulsing in your ears.

White hair and blue eyes.

You take a few hurried steps to the alley you know you saw the figure go into.

He was wearing an oversized black hoodie with the hood pulled up, but you knew the moment he turned and his eyes met yours. Touya.

Without a second thought you dropped the bags you were holding and ran after him. He was halfway through the window of an abandoned building when you made down the alley, but was swift as he jumped through it. There was no doubt Touya was fast, but you wouldn’t let him get away. Not this time.

You follow him, jumping through the same window and chasing as he maneuvers through the dusty dilapidated building. It’s hard to catch your breath and you are sure you’re running on pure adrenaline now, but none of that matters.

All that matters now is that you aren’t crazy. It was broad daylight when you locked eyes. You know Touya is alive.

“Touya, wait!” You barely register the tears running down your face as you run, but you dont care to wipe them away. Why would he run from you? Why would he hide from you? There are so many questions that you need answered. “Stop!”

He takes a left turn and you follow, before seeing him dip right and it’s getting harder and harder to keep up. After the last incident you refuse to use your quirk. Not unless you wanted to ruin your chances and pass out again.

At one point you lose him completely, but there is no outlet in the dusty room you’ve cornered him in. He has to be hiding somewhere.

“Touya, please! If that’s you,” you yell out, voice hoarse from emotion, “please, come back. Talk to me.” You’re looking around the dark room, walking further in and searching for something, anything that shows his presence.

You make the mistake of having your back to the door, the only exit in the room and Touya darts out, passing you and making it back into the main part of the building.

You curse before hurrying behind him, but it was too late. All you could see was him hopping the window and landing on his feet below. It was too high for you to follow so you only grip the window pane, tears of frustration running down your cheeks as you watched him run.

“What about our promise?” You yell, wondering if your words could reach him.

There’s a sick feeling forming in your gut and you try to pull yourself together — wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt and the sobs shook your body. You had a party to prepare for and you couldn’t keep playing this game of back and forth.

Your mother gives you an earful when you arrive home much later than you were supposed to, but she was so focused on getting your father’s welcome home party together that she let you off the hook easily.

As long as you helped her hang the decorations.

There is a tense air around the both of you and you know your mother is hesitating asking. You aren't sure if it’s to save you the trouble of a pointless conversation or if she is just tired of hearing about it.

You decide not to tell her of your latest meeting. Brushing off any odd stares and worried glances with excuses of being tired. It was not wise to tell anyone what you saw. They would only think of you as the girl who cried wolf.

When your father made it home you knew he could tell something was off with you by just one look alone.

He participated in the socializing and games until the crowd died down and people began to leave. You had called it a night long ago and made your way to your room, headphones on and catching up on homework.

There was a knock loud enough to hear through the headphones, making you remove one and causing you to turn and see your father standing at the door.

“Yes?” You ask, unsure what he could want at this hour.

He gives you a small smile, one as gentle and kind as you've always known him to be, and asks to come in — taking a seat on your bed while you close the book at your desk.

“I wanted to talk.” He started, watching as you removed the headphones from your head completely and gave him your undivided attention, sure that this would be about what’s been going on lately.

“Have you started looking for colleges?”

The question surprises you, and you shake your head. You should start looking soon, since you turn seventeen soon and only have one year left, but it hasn’t been your main priority. “No, I haven’t.”

He only smiles, eyes crinkling shut as he waves off your worried expression, “It’s fine! I actually had an alternative for you. It’s something I've been looking into during the business trip.”

Your interest is officially piqued as you urge him to continue.

“Well, I’m sure you know this, but you have a pretty rare quirk.” He starts, tone leveled, “I’ve been working on research studies and there’s somewhere I found that would love to have you intern and learn more about it.”

You tilt your head. “You want me to be a guinea pig?”

“No!” Your father laughs, already knowing how it would sound. “No, not that at all. I want to understand your quirk better, and for you to understand it better. I think it would be good for you. A chance to grow.”

To grow. You narrow your eyes at the words, starting to understand what he was getting at. “So you’ve heard.”

“I did. And before you get upset — I believe you. I will always believe you, and that's why I want you to do this." His words make your eyes widen and he continues. “It’s in a small town a little further away, but the internship comes with your own apartment and a stipend for food. Your mother and I will still support you, of course...”

You hold a hand up to stop him, “wait, how far away is the town?”

Your father rubs the back of his neck, an anxious habit he’s had as long as you could remember. “About four hours from here.”

“Four hours?” Your voice is louder than you meant for it to be but you can't help it, standing to your feet in disbelief.

“It’s such a good opportunity for you, honey. This town… has too many memories. It’ll help you grow. At least tell me you’ll consider it?”

It feels like hours before you speak again, the stunned feeling hijacking your body. But you do respond, you owe him that much.

“Alright, I’ll think about it.” You give, taking your seat at your desk again. It feels like your mind is swimming, but you had to at least mull it over.

“Thank you,” your father stands and hugs you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before exiting your room. “I promise it won't be so bad. Goodnight, honey, I love you.”

You only nod in response. Maybe getting away would be good for you.

The first day you find a gift it is raining outside.

You stumble up to your front doorstep, closing your umbrella and shaking off the excess water.

“What the…” You reach down to pick up the little box, and turn it over to examine it. Maybe your mother got something delivered.

The thought follows you into the home as you pull off your raincoat and rainboots, making your way to the kitchen where your mother had started on dinner.

“Oh, welcome home.” She greets, stirring the pot of soup and eyeing the box in your hand. “What do you have there?”

Your brows furrow as you take a seat at the table. “I thought you would know. It’s not for you?”

“Nope.”

The response only makes your brows furrow more as you search for maybe a name or any indication that it was delivered to the wrong place.

“You should open it.” Your mother pipes up and you shrug, ripping the paper and opening the box.

You drop the box the moment you see the item.

There was no way.

“What? What's the matter?” Your mother questions, her eyes filled with worry as she reaches for the box.

You snatch it away from her and dart off to your room, supplying her with an excuse about how you don’t feel well before locking yourself in your bedroom.

The box held a golden locket inside of it. It was in the shape of a heart and you were terrified to open it and see what lay inside of it. You decide that the suspense would be too much and open it anyway — the photo makes your breath hitch.

It was you and Touya.

You, with your bright eyes and happy smile and Touya, half white and half red hair looking at you as you hug him, cheeks pressed together.

There was no denying it now. Touya was alive and he was hiding from you.

Maybe he’s watching over you — like a guardian angel. Fuyumi’s voice rang in your head as you fought the tears blurring your vision.

Why would he send you this and not talk to you?

All of it made your head spin as you thought of the countless reasons and possibilities. You didn't bother to wipe the tears from your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks. Only opting to lay down in your bed, holding the locket close to your chest as you stared at the ceiling above.

It made no sense. Touya could trust you, so why would he hide from you?

Unless he didn’t want to be found.

The next gifts come in different forms and sizes, ranging from your favorite snack to cute cards.

Always something small but never with a note or handwriting. It was almost like he truly didn’t want to be found.

And maybe he didn’t.

It’s scary at first, receiving random gifts and items from someone who might as well be a ghost, but as the months went on you grew used to it and even began to expect it at some point.

Now you knew you could rest easy knowing that Touya was alive and maybe, just maybe he was waiting on the right moment to come out. You would trust him.

It also doesn’t take long for you to come to a decision with your fathers offer.

It’s an amazing opportunity and you should take advantage of that while you can. You tell him as much and you could feel his excitement through the phone call. He was away on business again, but he would handle most of the heavy lifting, all you had to do was apply and wait on your offer once you graduate.

There was just one thing you had to do before you left.

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You are eighteen years old when you leave Musutafu.

By this time you couldn’t take it anymore. Either Touya had gotten better at hiding or he knew you would be leaving soon, but there was nothing else from him — and there hadn’t been for months. At this point it felt like glimpses of the past haunting you. Every part of the city reminded you of him and of your childhood together.

Fuyumi was upset to see you go, but she understood.

You still believed, deep down, she thought you were losing your mind.

You needed this though – needed a getaway. The ghost of Touya was holding you down, holding you back.

Even though the gifts stopped coming months ago.

She is kind as she hugs you and waves you off, knowing that one main reason for your company in her home was to visit Touya’s shrine. She does not stop you, does not ask questions — not after the time she mentioned how you didn’t bring him up as often.

There was no need to. You only told her that you’ve moved past that and you knew Touya was watching over you, a small smile on your face as you touched the locket dangling from your neck. Fuyumi didn’t bring the topic up again.

Today is the day you leave. You had waited and waited for any sign of Touya again, but there was nothing. So you took matters into your own hands, making a little bag of gifts and a card that held the new updates to your life and address.

It was a long shot, but it was a chance you had to take.

Once you finished, it didn't take long to make your way back home, gathering your things as your parents insisted on driving you to the train stop. With your mother buzzing around you like a bee, making sure everything was perfect before you went off on your own.

The idea of new beginnings had begun to feel a little more welcomed.

Your new apartment is small.

It is small and cozy and just enough for you. It’s a comfortable one bedroom place and you can only imagine all the ways you will decorate the space.

The town is also cozy and quaint – one that is reminiscent of old fairy tales, but a lot less magical. You can't help but sigh at the mundane routine you’ve fallen into since you’ve arrived. A nice walk from your apartment to the research lab, and from the research lab to your home. Since it’s summer there aren't many researchers on campus, so you have more than enough time to explore the parks and stores.

One week turns into two and then two weeks turn into a month. You’ve gotten used to the small town and the people that live there. It's become relaxing and the new routine has eased your nerves. Maybe your father was right about needing a change.

But no matter what you do, you cannot stop thinking about Touya.

The thought of leaving him is heavy, but when you touch your locket, you know it is for the best.

Everything changes on a Thursday night.

It’s a normal night, one where there is no need to go to the lab, so you hang around in the apartment — setting up cozy lights and posters from home. It’s beginning to come together more and more everyday, and you decided to end it all with a simple and easy meal. One that you could mindlessly eat while watching a movie.

It's a foolproof plan, really.

You’re stirring the pot of noodles, humming a tune when you hear the knocks at your door. It is dark outside, and you haven’t made enough friends to warrant visitors, so the idea of a guest at this hour sends alarms ringing in your mind.

You grip the wooden spoon tight as you take cautious steps to your door, knowing that if it came down to it you would be more than ready to whack whoever trespassed.

“Who is it?” You call out, loud enough for the intruder to hear, but get no response.

At this point you are sure it was just your imagination and you turn, ready to get back to your noodles, when the knocks sound throughout the apartment again.

Frustrating is the only thought on your mind as you stomp towards your front door, ready to give whoever was on the other side of it a piece of your mind for interrupting your peaceful night with this bullshit—

The door swings open and your words die on your tongue.

Cerulean blue looks down at you and you were right — he has gotten taller.

“Hey, angel.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. You wouldn’t believe your eyes because if you did you would see Touya, your childhood best friend Touya on your doorstep. Real and in the flesh, hair white as snow and eyes worn with fatigue.

“Can I come in?” He asks and you are shellshocked, only stepping to the side as your eyes follow his every move.

This was a moment you thought of for years after your first encounter in the forest, and for him to be here, with you. It didn’t feel real.

“Touya,” you gasp, voice low as if being any louder would wake you from this dream you must be having.

“I know.” His eyes are downcast with a sorrow you’ve never seen in him before, “I.. have a lot I want to tell you.”

It’s at that moment that the timer for your ramen goes off, startling you both and sending you rushing to the kitchen. You offer him a seat and insist that you’ve made enough for the both of you.

There was so much you needed to discuss, so much to catch up on. You didn’t know where to start.

The little table you use to eat on is small, but perfect for the two of you, you realize as you set both bowls down and hand him a set of metal chopsticks.

Your heart was in overdrive as you ran through thousands of things to ask, millions of unspoken words to say. You’ve imagined this moment in your head for years. Time and time again you’ve thought of what you would say to him, what you would do if you ever saw him again.

Now the opportunity has presented itself and all you can manage is a wide eyed look as you both quietly eat your ramen.

Surreal.

This moment feels surreal and you’re sure that if you make any sudden movements or ask any loud questions, that it would be gone. Touya would be gone, disappearing in an instant and leaving you alone in your apartment.

He speaks first, saving you the trouble of searching for words. “The food was good.”

His voice sounds scratchy, like it hasn’t been used in years and you can't help but wonder why.

“Thank you.” It’s all you can manage to get out, stunned to your core and desperately searching for words.

You go to stand, taking the empty bowls with you to the kitchen and Touya follows suit, trailing behind in the small space of the apartment and you are hyper aware of his presence.

You can feel the warmth of his body even when he is steps away from you. It radiates and blankets you in feelings you haven’t felt in years.

As you place the bowls in the sink you can’t help but wonder where should you go from here. It’s a thought that plagues you as you grip the edge of the sink, fists tight and head hung low while you brace yourself to turn around, to face the reality of the truth standing right behind you—

You do it. You turn and it’s not a dream. It’s not your imagination, you conclude as you look into Touya's eyes, blue and familiar. Eyes you would know anywhere.

His hair is snow white, the last color you saw it as before he—

“You kept it.” His eyes drop to the golden locket around your neck, a small smile pulling at his features.

“Of course I did.” You’re firm, bringing two fingers up to brush against it, the cool feeling bringing you comfort over the last few years.

His gaze seems far away as he zeros in on your locket, “I was worried you wouldn’t, after the last time we—“

“Don’t.” You cut him off, words sharp. “Don’t talk about it. Not tonight.”

You don’t know what you’re doing or where your mind is going as you take a step forward. He’s so different, yet so familiar and you can’t help but reach your hand up to brush over the newly faded scars along his cheek.

Touya leans into the touch, closing his eyes and allowing you to feel.

When he opens them again you get that feeling in your chest that always pulls at you and for the first time, you can finally place a word to the feeling.

“I’m sorry,” you stammer, vision blurring with tears as you fight for your words, “I’m sorry I didn’t—“

Touya stops you, crashing his lips into yours and effectively silencing your racing thoughts. It’s warm and he’s so close, you wish you could pull him closer but you settle for this, allowing the tears to freely roll down your cheeks.

When he pulls away there is only the smallest distance between you two. Noses so close they are almost touching.

“I don’t care about any of that,” his eyes are so focused on yours, it feels like he’s put you in a trance. “I’m the one who should be apologizing, anyway.”

Before you could even shake your head, tell him no it’s the other way around, he’s pulling you back into a kiss, one so soft and so gentle you feel as though his lips were made for yours.

It presses on, your hands finding his hair, soft and fluffy as you’ve always known it, while his hands hold your waist, pulling you in and keeping you close.

This is not your first kiss, and it’s not Touya's either. You both decided at around eleven years old that you would try to emulate your parents and see what the fuss was about. Surely enough, you didn’t think you did it right because there was nothing. No sparks, no fireworks — just lips pressed together.

You were both too young at the time, you now realize as you wrap your arms around Touya's neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss. Way too young to realize that love is not fairytales and fireworks.

Love is slow, it is steady and it is this — right here, right now, kissing your best friend in your tiny apartment kitchen.

It’s perfect, you think as you both make your way to the bedroom, Touya trailing behind you for once as you lead him through the space. Hushed laughs and soft smiles dance together as you fall onto the bed.

He is above you, and you wonder how you could have ever lived without his presence. The thought makes you sick.

“I love you.” And it’s not your lips that moved, not your voice. It’s Touya, as he looks down at you, cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. “I never stopped loving you.”

“Touya…” Your heart swells and it’s then you feel it. The droplets of tears, falling from his eyes and onto your cheeks. They were as warm as he had always been and you waste no time pulling him down into another kiss — pulling away only enough to press your foreheads together. “I’ve always loved you.”

And you have. Even in death you loved him, nothing could take that love away from you.

The next kiss is hungry, teeth and tongues clashing in a rush as you both fought to remove your clothes. You have regretted all the things that went unsaid, the actions that went undone and you were both not going to waste any of this new time you had been given.

You feel one of Touya's fingers prod your entrance and the hesitation reminds you that you’re both inexperienced. New to the world of sex, but forever patient. You could guide each other, you decide as you gasp when he slowly slips a finger inside, slick coating the digit and making the press easier.

Touya watches you with heavy lidded eyes as he pumps the digit, causing you to whine at the pressure. He pulls out soon after, searching for your sensitive bundle of nerves and giving a sly smirk when you moan at the touch. He’s found it and wastes no time rubbing circles, slow at first to get a feel of what makes you tick, but gaining more confidence as he goes on.

There was a pressure beginning to build in your lower abdomen and it made you pull him close, thighs tensing as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Close?” His voice is a whisper beside your ear.

You only nod, unable to give him a verbal answer as your pleasure builds.

You can feel his smile as he turns his head, cheeks brushing against yours. “Let go for me, I’ve got you.”

And you do.

You let go of the tension and allow your body to fall into the pleasure of your climax— gasping as it washed over you in waves, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through your body.

“Fuck,” Touya moans above you as he works you through it, only moving to line up with your entrance once you’ve come down from your high.

The press of it makes your breath hitch, but when you look up into Touya’s eyes you feel safe.

“Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” And you nod, trusting him to be soft and slow.

He’s nervous, too, and you can tell by the way his brows furrowed in focus. He doesn’t want to mess up your first time, but nothing could ruin this moment. Not even the twinge of pain you feel as the head of Touya’s cock pushes past your entrance, the tight muscles constricting against the intrusion.

You reach out, hands finding balance against his back as he pressed on, muttering words of comfort to you and ebbing away the pain.

It doesn’t take long before the pain has been washed away and replaced with the blossoming buzz of pleasure, Touya's hips having a steady pace as he begins to gain more momentum.

The pleasure is quickly building again and you tell him as much, crying out when he snaps his hips at a particular angle and sends a flash of bliss up your spine.

“Fuck, Touya, there! Right there,” you cry and he catches on instantly. He’s always been a fast learner.

The angle he has is perfect as he brushes against the soft spot inside you over and over again, making your thighs shake and toes curl in pleasure as you meet your end once again. The feeling settles deep in your bones as the warmth of it spreads throughout your body like a warm blanket.

Touya isn’t far behind, if his erratic pace was anything to go by. You could only watch in awe as he chased his high, with his brows furrowed and eyes tightly shut. You fall more in love as you feel his hips stutter and then stall, his white hot seed filling you from the inside and making you shudder.

It was a new feeling that you believed you could get addicted to if you weren’t careful.

But none of that mattered right now, because Touya was leaning down, pressing a kiss to your lips and you knew that right here, right now was the most important.

Everything else would have to wait until tomorrow.

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #touya x reader #dabi smut #mha x reader #my works #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi x you #touya todoroki x you

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kingofthe-egirls · 1 year ago

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EXHIBITIONISM: LUFFY x Y/N

original idea by @thevirtualvalentine 💕 thank you so much for letting me play with this scenario! it sparked something sexy in me and i dont think im the same after ☠️

(cw: exhibitionism, sex, dirty talk, slut/whore/bitch, dom!luffy, handcuffs/chains)

(a/n: hhhnnngggg im sooo normal so normal)

Songs: "Sexy Villain" by Remi Wolf

words: 1.5k

“There she fucking is,” Luffy pants, marveling at the sounds you’re making, his hand around your throat. “Thought ya’d never speak up.”

You whimper, moaning against the bars of your cell. Your hands are cuffed in front of you, like Luffy’s, but he’s using the chain of his to pull your hips back against him as he fucks you. The iron digs into your stomach, your torso left bare for all of Udon to see. Jeers come from the neighboring cells.

“No fair! Why don’t we get to see her!?”

“Yeah, make some noise! We wanna hear ya cum!”

“Scream for us, girlie!”

And other profanities are shouted your way. Even the guards are palming themselves at their posts. Your blood boils, anger fighting with lust as the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy fucks you like a toy.

“Ah, fuckin’ listen to them,” Luffy moves from choking you to playing with your tits, pinching harshly at your sensitive nipples. You cry out, and immediately bite your lip. A roar of encouragement comes from your fellow prisoner audience.

“S’hot, isn’t it baby?” He leans forward to lick the shell of your ear. His tongue is hot and strong, just like the rest of him. He sucks at your neck possessively. “‘M takin’ ya home with me,” he murmurs, palming your tits before sliding his hands down to grip your waist. His pace quickens. “Every pirate needs a whore, hah? And the king deserves the best, dontcha think?”

His pace is rapid, now, approaching the first of many climaxes for the night. This has become a sort of routine, with you two. It had started as just flirting, both of you skipping hands over knees, pressing elbows into sides, as you passed each other doing “chores” for the guards.

Then kissing started, snuggled together as much as you could be on the cell floor. And then fucking.

When Luffy fucks, he fucks loud.

It wasn’t a secret for very long, before the surrounding cellmates heard you two going at it like hungry wolves.

And then the cheering started.

It’s a nightly show, almost, kept under wraps by the guards who are too horny to get the two of you to stop. If anyone gets near the cell bars anyway, Luffy fends them off with a wave of conqueror’s haki. And he never lets them touch you during the day. Devil fruit or no, there’s no way he’s letting them get their disgusting hands on you.

Oh, they can jerk off and jeer, for all Luffy cares, but they’re not allowed to touch you. You’re his whore, he decided the first moment you brushed your knuckles along the back of his hand, passing by him in the dusty path. He had felt an electric jolt of want course through him, and one touch of his haki told him you felt the same. It wasn’t long before the two of you started fucking every night.

Now, he slaps your ass with the flat of his hand. Somehow still flexible in his cuffs, he lands another slap, and then another. He lets the dogs outside watching call out a count: all the way to ten. Your ass cheek is tingling. Luffy leans forward again, caressing the spot that now bares his handprint. “Ready for the other side? Hm?” He grins, biting at your ear. “How ‘bout ten more this time?”

You whimper, wiggling your hips back against his pelvis. He slows his pace, just for a bit, letting you fuck yourself back onto his cock. You’re so desperate, for this.

“Yes, sir~!” You moan out, already drunk on the attention. He grunts.

“Hear that?” He asks the crowd, raising his voice enough to be heard, “She wants the other side, now!”

And Luffy spanks your ass twenty times for them. He’s not cruel: he doesn’t hit the same exact spot twice in a row, but god you’re gonna be sore tomorrow. “And it’s captain, bitch,” he murmurs in your ear.

“Yes, captain!” You moan almost immediately, closer to cumming than you’ve ever felt in your life. Your blood is running hot—hotter than fire—and Luffy’s chaotic thrusts are only bringing you closer and closer toward your delightful, little death.

“‘M cumming! ‘M cumming!” You manage out, gripping onto the sweaty bars in front of you. “Thank you Luffyyy!” He cackles behind you, speeding up just enough to tip you over the edge. Your eyes roll back, rocked to your core by a violent, sucker punch of an orgasm.

“Good girl,” he soothes, slowing down for you, “Such a good job for me, pretty,” he turns you around, cupping your face softly in both hands. He presses your back against the bars, cold metal stinging your exposed skin. You’re flushed, panting, and Luffy is grinning like the sun. His smile stretches halfway across his face, and you have no choice but to meet him with a soft smile of your own. (He’s too handsome for his own good).

It doesn’t take you long to figure out Luffy knocked out the surrounding voyeurs. There’s nothing but snoring, now. He laughs, running a hand through his hair as he backs up away from you. You lean back against the bars, yourself. Your legs feel like jelly. You meet his eyes from across the room, hazy and dark like glinting jewels. You cock an eyebrow.

“So, when are we getting out of here, captain?”

He grins.

****

It turns out to be tomorrow afternoon, in fact.

He scales the sheer cliff face with ease, having knocked out any potential threats with a sophisticated blow to their energetic awareness. Several guards slump over beneath you, spears still loosely grasped in their clumsy fists.

Luffy starts snickering almost immediately, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you like a backpack. “Was just waitin’ for the right time,” he tells you, cheeks flushed with exertion. You hop up another few feet, bouncing on his back a bit as he scales the cliff.

Your chest is pushed up against his back, with your legs wrapped around his thick torso. His build is sturdy, his strength immeasurable, and you feel almost at peace—like a baby koala.

You tell him as much, and he laughs.

“S’cute,” he huffs, reaching up to grab another jutting handhold in the rock face. “Ya like being my baby?”

You grin, tucked between his shoulder blades. Your lips move against his skin: yes. Your ratty t-shirt presses into him, absorbing his heat and warming you through. The night air sends chills down your spine, but only just. Luffy’s like a radiator, climbing with you on his back. He hums.

“Like having ya as my baby,” he continues, jumping upward several feet. You gasp, but he lands with both feet firmly planted against the rock face. His hands scrabble for a landing, loosely grasping at stone, before you start to tip backwards.

You shoot out your hand before you can think: gravity pulling at your stomach and twisting harshly. “No,” you hiss, gripping the stone in front of you so hard your fingers bruise. You grit your teeth against the sharpness of the stone, holding your weight long enough for Luffy to get a hold on the cliff face himself. Three quarters of the way there.

He pants. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you mutter, and hide your face between his shoulder blades.

He climbs the rest of the way, and neither of you have another problem scaling the sheer wall surrounding Udon’s base. Luffy sighs, landing on his stomach once he pulls both of you up onto the ledge. You unwrap your limbs from his sweaty, shaking body before crawling off to collapse on your own.

“Cmon,” he croaks, grabbing your hand, “Can’t stop now.”

So you get up, and start walking.

All the way back to his ship.

****

After the war (which you sorta help with, in your injured, post-prison state) he takes you back to his ship for good.

“Here she is!” Luffy laughs, collapsing on the deck of his warship. “Our new crewmate!”

Usopp eyes you warily, slingshot clutched in his fist. “Wh-what’s her job?”

Luffy sits up, smiling. “She’s my girlfriend!”

You stare at him, blankly. He’s never mentioned that to you, nor has he ever used something so sweet to refer to you. "Whore" is usually more like it.

He stretches out a rubber arm to wrap around your waist. He brings you over onto his lap, grinning like a monkey. “She’s got the best—“

“Okay,” you slap his arm, cutting him off, “They don’t need to know the specifics.”

He stops, but only just.

His eyes are glimmering with mischief.

****

It’s not long before he’s pounding you into the mattress of his sweaty bed.

You’re crooning out sounds you never thought possible, with his monstrous speed and elongated rubber cock. He’s better than a vibrator, you think.

Luffy slaps your ass. “Atta girl,” he preens, “Let em hear ya.”

He’s an exhibitionist outside of prison, as well.

So are you.

So you scream and cry on his dick, letting Captain Luffy know just how much you need it.

#dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #fav #luffy fanfic #kitty speaks #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy smut #one piece fic #luffy fic #luffy x you

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cegantheayugipi · 2 years ago

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The Idiot Internship (Itto x Reader)

An Arataki Itto x Reader oneshot

Word Count: 9.2k

WARNINGS: BIG SMUT AHEAD, MINORS DNI!!

Tags include: heats/ruts, omegaverse themes (Itto is an Oni after all), breeding, marathon sex, reader is AFAB

Summary: You’re a Liyuean law student looking for a summer work study. When an alumna from your school offers you one all the way in the beautiful islands of Inazuma, who are you to decline? However, it comes with a caveat – your boss knows nothing (and cares nothing) about the law.

OR: Itto was never taught about the birds and the bees. Heck, he wasn't even taught what masturbation was, and he was a little too dumb to figure out on his own. However, when your continuous presence around him during your internship sends him straight into an Oni rut, he's going to need a lot of teaching – fast.

~~~ When Kuki Shinobu gave you this job and told you that your boss would be dumb, you had no idea she meant this dumb.

And here you sat, at the back of the dilapidated office room where the Arataki Gang held meetings, listening to Arataki Itto’s ‘great and glorious’ idea.

“And then, at the end of the drumalong festival, we set off a bunch of fireworks! It’ll be great!”

“Uh, Boss.” Shinobu spoke up, raising her hand in protest. “We need to apply for a formal permit to have any sort of public demonstration, and the process will take weeks.”

Your white-haired boss shrugged dramatically, scoffing at his subordinate’s suggestion.

“Psh, who needs a permit, we can do everything first and ask for forgiveness later!” Itto brushed off Shinobu’s very important statement of fact.

When Kuki Shinobu gave you this job and told you that your boss would be dumb, you had no idea she meant this dumb.

And here you sat, at the back of the dilapidated office room where the Arataki Gang held meetings, listening to Arataki Itto’s ‘great and glorious’ idea.

“And then, at the end of the drumalong festival, we set off a bunch of fireworks! It’ll be great!”

“Uh, Boss.” Shinobu spoke up, raising her hand in protest. “We need to apply for a formal permit to have any sort of public demonstration, and the process will take weeks.”

Your white-haired boss shrugged dramatically, scoffing at his subordinate’s suggestion.

“Psh, who needs a permit, we can do everything first and ask for forgiveness later!” Itto brushed off Shinobu’s very important statement of fact.

You tried your best not to scoff, or make any noise for that matter. As a law student who had traveled all the way from Liyue for this work study, every single word that left the gang leader’s mouth in regards to rules and regulations made you wonder if he even had two brain cells to put together. While the Oni may be hot, what he had in body he lacked in brains.

“Boss, if it’s alright, I’ll talk to the Yashiro Commission about it anyways.” Shinobu spoke up, her arms crossed over her chest as she faced her boss nonchalantly. It seemed like she typically had to do things like this for him. She was sitting next to Itto, as per usual.

“Alright, alright. It’s still a couple months away, so that’s enough talking for now. Let’s go have some udon!” Itto announced cheerfully.

You sighed loudly, not bothering to hide your exasperation. The gang members began to chatter loudly as they shuffled out of the run-down meeting room, excited for a good meal of Inazuman noodles, led by Itto who was the most excited out of the bunch. You wondered why on earth Kuki enjoyed managing an organization like the Arataki Gang when it seemed more like babysitting several adult children.

~~~

You followed the gang through the streets of Inazuma City, your stomach full from the large meal you all shared at the local noodle shop. Although you tended to miss your home country of Liyue, the food in Inazuma was so good that it always eased your homesickness.

Kuki Shinobu trailed at the back of the group, falling in step in front of you. She footed the bill for everyone, because somehow the Arataki Gang was always broke. You wondered how on earth Shinobu managed to pay your wages for the work-study, let alone the gang’s daily activities. However, according to your professor Yanfei, Kuki Shinobu was a woman of many miracles. You couldn’t deny she was incredibly intelligent – she single handedly made up for the gang’s collective lack of brain cells.

You were in the middle of thinking about how lucky you were to be offered a work study from Shinobu when you spotted your boss’s red and white hair in the corner of your eye. He was at a Taiyaki stand, chatting loudly to its owner. As you changed direction and walked closer to him you began to pick up their conversation.

“Just one left?!” Itto exclaimed dramatically. “I’ll take it!” The Oni dug through his pockets, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper, some lint, and a handful of mora.

The woman who ran the stand reluctantly picked the mora from his hand, offering up the last Taiyaki in exchange. You admired the beautifully decorated Taiyaki stand, glancing over the intricate sign displaying the menu.

Taiyaki flavors:

Chocolate SOLD OUT

Matcha SOLD OUT

Red Bean

Pumpkin SOLD OUT

Custard SOLD OUT

Wait… the last one was red bean?

Itto was allergic to beans.

As he raised the Taiyaki to his mouth, you realized you needed to stop him.

“Don’t eat it!” You shouted, lunging for your dumbass Oni of a boss. You snatched the food from his grip with a surprising amount of ease, considering how much muscle Itto had. All he did was stare – meanwhile, you did the best thing you could think of.

Opening your mouth wide, you shoved the entire Taiyaki in your mouth. You couldn’t deny it was delicious, but your face burned bright red with embarrassment as you chewed on the dessert.

“Wh-” Itto gawked. “Who are you?!” His voice cracked with surprise as he shouted.

“I’m your intern.” Your voice was muffled by the absurd volume of dessert that filled your mouth.

“Oh, I see… Did you really want the last Taiyaki that bad?” Itto asked, his voice sounding disappointed that he didn’t get to taste the dessert.

“Beans.” You spoke, pointing to your mouth. You finally swallowed the last of the Taiyaki with one large gulp, continuing to talk now that your mouth was finally free. “The Taiyaki has red bean paste inside.”

Itto let out an overly-dramatic gasp, one hand flying up to cover his chest.

“You saved my life!” He exclaimed. “I’m allergic to beans!”

“I know.” You responded, giving your boss an awkward smile.

“You’re awesome! Who hired you?”

“Kuki Shinobu.”

“Of course it’s my right hand man who hired someone as great as you!”

You nodded, knowing that you were, in fact, great and that you had most certainly saved Itto’s day – or possibly week, considering how bad his allergy was.

“What’s all this ruckus?” Shinobu spoke as she approached the two of you.

“The intern you hired saved me, Shinobu!” Itto pointed at you. “I was about to die!”

“Don’t be overly dramatic.” You responded flatly. “I just prevented you from eating beans.”

“Ah,” Shinobu nodded, “Thanks for staying sharp, boss doesn’t read menus well enough for someone with a severe food allergy.”

“Thank you, thank you so much!” Itto scooped you up in a huge hug, inadvertently squishing your face into his ginormous chest as he spun you around.

You were extremely annoyed at Itto’s irresponsible, reckless, and stupid behavior. However, you couldn’t deny it was strangely pleasant to be squished into such a soft chest.

You felt a little dizzy as Itto finally set you down, thinking perhaps the spinning had thrown your balance off.

“Oh, what’s your name, by the way?” Itto asked casually.

“Boss, I think they’re a little overwhelmed.” Shinobu spoke up. She noticed how red your face had gotten, and was worried that Itto had manhandled you a little too much.

“Uhhhh…” you mumbled, staring at Itto’s chest, too dazed to respond.

~~~

Ever since you ate Itto’s dessert to prevent him from having an allergic reaction, Kuki began to assign you to more and more tasks related to your boss. First it was running simple errands for him, like helping Granny Oni with her groceries, making tea for the meetings, or helping Itto find Onikabuto for his ridiculous beetle fighting tournaments.

You did everything begrudgingly – you accepted this work study thinking you’d be shadowing Kuki, not running around as her idiot boss’s assistant. You felt almost like you were a glorified and well-paid babysitter for the seven-foot tall Oni.

Eventually, Shinobu even gave you keys to Itto’s house to wake him up, since he tended to sleep in and risk missing his morning meetings.

“Wait, what do you mean, make sure he attends today’s meeting?” You questioned, turning over the metal key in your hand.

“If Boss isn’t up, can you make sure he is?” Shinobu explained. “The key is yours to keep, just make sure he doesn’t miss any more meetings.”

“Uhm…” You looked down at the key for another minute before responding to Shinobu. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Great.” She responded, immediately switching her focus to another task as she poured over papers on her desk.

You immediately walked over to Itto’s house, nervous about the huge level of trust Kuki Shinobu must have in you to be giving you Itto’s house key.

‘Just make sure he doesn’t miss any more meetings.’

Shinobu’s words echoed in your head as you reached his front door. Afraid of invading your Boss’s privacy, you thought it would be best to knock first. You gave three loud raps on the door, and almost immediately a voice called from inside.

“Come in, the door’s open!” Itto’s voice came from inside. You turned the doorknob, thankful that you didn’t need to use the key that still sat in your back pocket. “I usually leave it unlocked in case anyone wants to stop by!”

“Uhm, is that safe, Mr. Arataki?” You asked, following the sound of his voice and clattering pots and pans to his kitchen. There he was, cooking up a storm. His jacket hung on the back of a chair at his dining table, an apron tied around his waist instead.

“Mr. Arataki? Are you calling me a Mister?” Itto asked, looking up from the stovetop where he seemed to be cooking something. He paused for a moment, then the realization dawned that you were referring to him. “Oh, of course! It must be because I'm the best.”

You laughed, now completely acclimated to Itto’s unusual personality.

“Yes, uhm, Miss Kuki sent me here because you have an important meeting soon,”

“Oh yeah, yeah! Of course, I totally do have a meeting!” Itto waved the cooking spoon he held in his hand. “Uhm, I’m sure they won’t mind if I’m a little late. I made breakfast, after all!”

You glanced over at the mess of pots and pans, only to see two beautifully decorated dishes of Yakisoba bread.

“Here, sit down and have a plate, I’m sure you’ll love it!” Itto untied his apron, showing off his toned back as he reached for the two plates and carried them over to the table. “I call it ‘way of the strong’, it’s the perfect breakfast for champions!”

“You made two servings?” You questioned, staring at the beautiful dish he set down in front of you.

“Uhh, I had extra ingredients, so I thought I should make it all!” Itto responded awkwardly as he settled into the chair beside you. He didn’t want to tell you that he normally ate both servings whenever he cooked himself breakfast.

Without even realizing it, your mouth began to water as you smelled the delicious meal.

“Go ahead, dig in!” Itto encouraged you, waiting eagerly for you to taste his cooking.

As soon as you took your first bite, you began to scarf down the meal as if you hadn’t eaten for a week. The food was delicious. Given Itto’s stupidity he had demonstrated over and over throughout your time working for him, he was somehow an amazing cook, and this fact blew you away.

“Mmmm!” You smiled, your eyes lighting up as you devoured his food.

A smile grew across Itto’s face, despite still chewing on a mouthful of food.

“See, it’s definitely worth being late!” Itto spoke before he swallowed his food, making his words come out muffled.

“Mhm.” You nodded enthusiastically, your mouth also full of food.

~~~

For the next several weeks, you began to form a habit of visiting Itto in the mornings. He was almost always cooking something, and somehow always had extras he insisted you should try. Over time you began to realize being Itto’s assistant wasn’t actually that bad… his strange personality finally began to grow on you.

However, today, you walked into Itto’s house to find it completely silent. There was no cheerful voice welcoming you inside, and no loud sounds coming from the kitchen. This was actually the case for the past couple of days… You would have to find your way up to the bedroom and bang on the door until you heard Itto shout from inside that he was awake.

“Mr. Arataki, you have a meeting soon, please wake up!” You called.

Almost immediately, you heard a loud groan come from the other side of the door.

“I’m up!” Itto’s voice was gravelly, thick with sleep.

This morning routine was far less fun than before. Not to mention, you would have to wait for several minutes before Itto finally emerged from his bedroom, disheveled, hair messy and eyes tired.

“Didn’t sleep well again?” You asked as your gaze scanned down Itto’s body, eyes lingering on the dark circles that grew beneath the Oni’s eyes.

“Y-yeah, I think I didn’t get much sleep.” Itto responded groggily, rubbing his eyes as he followed you out of his house and down the path towards the gang’s meeting room.

“I’ll bring you some Chamomile tea, it normally helps me a lot!” You responded cheerfully.

“Oh, thank you!” Itto gave you a slight smile, but began to pick his pace up. “We’re not too late, are we?”

“I’m sure we’re fine, don’t worry Mr. Arataki.”

~~~

The meeting seemed to begin just fine, although Itto definitely looked more tired and dazed than before. As Shinobu talked through the important details for the week ahead, you raised your arm to ask a question.

“Ms Kuki, will Mr. Arataki be helping-” an abrupt bang interrupted your sentence. You nearly fell out of your seat as you jumped from the noise, but looked over to see that it was Itto who had slammed his hands onto the table all of a sudden. He shot up from his chair then bolted for the door, something seeming to be on his mind.

“Boss?” Shinobu spoke, but Itto was long gone. She sighed as she turned towards you. “Can you go after him and make sure he’s fine?”

“Is it normal for him to act like this?” You questioned. You had noticed that his personality had begun to change recently, but today was completely different than before.

“Actually, we’ve never seen him like this before…” Shinobu responded. “Would you be able to find out what’s going on?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” you stood from the table and bowed before leaving the meeting room and searching for Itto.

You ran down the dirt path, scanning for Itto’s head of messy white hair. You managed to spot him on the path that led to his house, so you picked up the pace and called out to him.

“Mr. Arataki, are you okay?”

Itto seemed to bristle at the sound of your voice, immediately picking up the pace. You began to speed up as well, running after him since you didn’t know what was wrong.

“We just want to know if everything is alright!” You exclaimed, chasing after the Oni who only seemed to pick up his pace even more. Since Itto towered above most people at a shocking seven feet tall, his strides were far longer than yours which made it extremely difficult to keep up. You were a fast runner, but you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up for.

Before you knew it, you were following Itto up his front steps and into his house. You raced up the stairs after him and watched him run into his bedroom.

Before you had the chance to reach his bedroom door, Itto slammed it shut, the hinges rattling violently against the doorframe.

“Sorry, door!” Itto shouted from inside.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Arataki?” You became more worried as you heard a pained groan from his bedroom.

“Uhhh, I’m fine, I just uhm… forgot to feed my Onikabuto that’s all!” Itto shouted awkwardly, as you heard shuffling and rattling coming from inside his bedroom. You heard the fluttering of bedsheets and the creaking of his bed, and wondered what on Teyvat Itto could be up to in there.

“Oh… Okay, if you’re alright, I’ll just head back then.” You spoke through the closed door, somehow feeling a little unsettled despite Itto’s insistence that he was alright.

The walk back felt strange. As soon as you walked back into the meeting room, everyone’s eyes were on you. Several people accosted you with questions too quickly for you to answer them.

“Is boss okay?”

“I’ve never seen him run out of a meeting like that before!”

“He looked upset!”

“Calm down, everyone, let Y/N speak.” Shinobu interrupted the group. Everyone fell silent as they looked at you, eagerly awaiting your explanation.

“I think Mr. Arataki hasn’t had enough sleep, so he forgot to feed his Onikabuto.” You explained.

“Oh, of course!”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“No, not his prized Onikabuto!”

“I’m glad he’s alright!”

Chatter began to fill the room as the tension instantly dissolved at your explanation. The gang members returned to their own conversations, but Shinobu seemed skeptical of your explanation.

“Boss normally sleeps like a baby.” She told you, “There’s probably a reason why he’s not sleeping well. Can you make sure he’s alright? I’ll treat the both of you to Ramen tonight.”

“O-okay, I’ll check on him later.” You responded, a little unsure about how you’d manage to get Itto to leave his room again.

~~~

Now that the sun was sinking lower in the sky, you approached the front door to Itto’s house once again. You needed to get your boss out of the house and make sure he was alright, and you were certain the prospect of Ramen would coerce Itto out of his bedroom easily.

However, as you turned the doorknob to his house, you realized it was actually locked.

In all your weeks of coming over to Itto’s house, his door was always unlocked. He never seemed to care about his own safety, but you figured it was since pretty much no petty criminal or monster had a chance of beating the 7-foot tall Oni stacked with muscle. Not to mention, your boss had very few material possessions – and the ones he actually cared about were his Onikabuto and trading cards.

For the first time, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the house key Shinobu had given you. You unlocked the front door, quietly swinging it open as you stepped inside.

You wondered why the door was locked… peering into the house, everything seemed to be in the same position as always. You crept through the hallway and back up the stairs, noticing Itto’s bedroom door was also closed, meaning he must be inside since Itto never closed doors behind him whenever he would leave.

You knocked on the door gently, calling out to your boss.

“Shinobu says she’ll treat us both to ramen, but only if you get out of bed!” You spoke loudly, reaching over to open the door. You stepped into Itto’s room, only to find that the place was far messier than you had ever seen before. There were feathers and torn pieces of fabric on the floor, evidently the remnants of what was once a pillow. Itto’s jacket was thrown haphazardly on the floor, alongside his gloves and bracelets. His purple shirt had also been thrown across the room, hanging over the windowsill that showed the setting sun outside. But what was likely the most striking difference was the rather large hole in the far wall, that looked like someone had simply punched through the wooden boards of the Inazuman home.

You disregarded this, instead striding over to the mountain of blankets on top of Itto’s bed. You could tell he was in there – one of his horns had poked a hole through the blanket.

“Come on, Mr. Arataki, get out of bed!” You reached towards the blankets, hearing him whine from under the covers.

“I don’t wanna…” He complained, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it tighter around him.

You sighed, fed up with his unusual behavior.

“Fine, then. I’ll just drag you out of bed myself.” You grabbed onto Itto’s wrist, yanking him away from the bed with all your might. You weren’t weak, but Itto was a huge Oni, and it took all your strength just to slide him off the bed.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Itto shouted as he slipped off of the bed, arms flailing and knocking you off balance. “Stop, Y/N!”

You stumbled backwards, caught off balance by Itto’s sudden movements. You fell backwards onto the floor, followed by the Oni who landed on top of you with a loud crash.

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to be crushed by Itto’s heavy body, but he somehow managed to land with his hands and knees on either side of your body, catching his torso before it could fall on top of yours.

“Hey!” You blurted out, looking up at Itto’s face that burned bright red. He seemed to be out of breath, his chest heaving as he stared back down at you.

“A-ah I- I’m sorry!” Itto stuttered, his face reddening further. “I- I- don’t know what’s going on-”

That’s when you could feel it.

Something inside his pants was pressing against your thigh, and it was definitely not his leg. It twitched slightly, and Itto let out a whimper at the same time. Your eyes went wide as you realized you were feeling his dick.

Itto saw the look on your face, and his gaze immediately shifted to the floor.

“I- I’m sorry, normally this just happens when I need to pee in the mornings but now it’s happening all the time and for some reason I can’t pee it’s so bad it hurts and I can’t get it to go down I don’t know what to do or how to stop it from hurting it’s making me go crazy and sometimes I can’t even think at all it hurts so bad-”

Your jaw dropped open as you realized what Itto was saying through his nervous mumbling.

“A Rut…” You murmured, glancing around his room. It all made sense now.

“A what?” Itto questioned, his voice cracking.

“I think you’re in a rut.” You stated matter-of-factly. “Have you ever had this before? How long have you been feeling like this?”

“N-no, never! It’s been like this for almost a week… but it’s getting worse and worse I don’t know what to do-”

“A week?! And you… don’t know what to do?” You raised an eyebrow at Itto’s explanation. Firstly, from what little you knew about the subject, you understood that only a few unsatiated days would drive anyone in a state like his insane. But secondly, Itto sounded like he had no idea what was even going on with his body. “Like, you don’t know what to do when your dick is hard?”

“What do you mean? You’re supposed to wait until it goes away.” Itto spoke bluntly, and you stared up at him in disbelief.

“Mr. Arataki, do you really think it’s gonna go away this time if you just wait?” You felt his member pulse against your leg.

“N-not when you say my name like that,” Itto whined, “I don’t know why it keeps making it worse.”

You began to blush fiercely at his statement. Itto hung his head, groaning from the pain he was subjecting himself to. Did he really enjoy the way you said his name like that… all this time?

And… Why were you happy he liked it that much?

You opened your mouth to speak, but you suddenly became flustered as you thought about what you were going to say.

“Boss…” you called, and Itto’s ruby gaze lifted to meet yours. “Do you want me to help you? I can show you how to uhm…” Your gaze traveled to his dick that was straining against his pants. “Help it.”

“Yes, please, anything to help me!” Itto nearly cried with desperation as he begged.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your tone serious. “You have to be sure.”

“I’m sure, please Y/N, I’m completely sure!”

At his confirmation, you rubbed your leg against Itto’s painfully hard member. A pleasure-filled whine escaped his lips, surprising the both of you and sending heat straight to your core.

“W-why does it feel so good,” Itto groaned, gasping as you began to rub your leg back and forth.

“You’re telling me that you’ve never jerked yourself off before?” You asked bluntly.

“N-no, touching it is inappropriate!” Itto cried, realizing that what you were doing to him was dirty. “B-but why does it feel so good?”

“If you want me to stop, tell me.” You stated frankly, your thigh continuing to stroke him through his pants.

“N-no…” Itto murmured, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head. “Keep going…”

“Okay.” You hooked your fingers around his collar, dragging his head down so your lips could meet his.

“Mmh!” Itto groaned, his dick twitching against your thigh as his lips mashed against yours. Your lips caught on one of his sharp canines, eliciting a moan from yourself.

Itto had no clue what he was doing. He knew that people kissed, but he didn’t know it was anything more than putting your lips on top of someone else’s. So when your tongue slipped past his lips and began to roam his mouth, his arms began to shake.

Itto tried his best not to fall over as he moved his arms to rest his elbows on either side of your head. He was glad he did it when you began to slide one hand down his stomach until it reached his waistband. He felt like he was going to fall over as he felt you fumble with his belt. Somehow you managed to undo it while also exploring his mouth with your tongue.

Itto let out a low-pitched moan as he felt your hand slip into his pants, your cold fingers sliding down and wrapping around his cock. Itto seemed to malfunction as you stroked up and down his length. He broke from the kiss, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he moaned.

“Haah… o-oh my…shit Y/N, it’s so go~od…”

“Too good?” You asked, loosening your grip and slowing your movements.

“N-no!!” Itto snapped his head up to look at you, his eyes filled with fear of the possibility of you stopping whatever magic you were doing to him. “Keep- keep going…please…” Itto trailed off into a whisper, but was swiftly cut off with a loud gasp as you touched him again, beginning to push his hips into your hand almost instinctively.

“Okay, follow my lead.” You began to sit up, pushing Itto until he was sitting upright on the floor with his back against his bed frame. You began to loosen his belt, unzipping his pants and carefully freeing his member. No matter how careful you were, once it escaped his pants it slapped against his stomach, eliciting yet another hitched breath from the poor Oni’s mouth.

You stared at what you had just released – you could feel its large size from when you held it inside his pants, but only now were you able to see the red markings that wove its way from his lower stomach down to the tip of his angry, hard, and already leaking cock. You had never seen an Oni’s manhood before… despite the intimidating size, it was beautiful.

“Ngh…” Itto groaned as you closed your hand around him, stroking up and down his length. “...Feels so good…”

You trailed your gaze up to Itto’s face, where he was struggling between eagerly watching your movements with his eyes, and shutting them to fall fully into the incredible sensation. Itto’s half-lidded crimson eyes met with yours as you continued, your hand gripping tighter and pumping faster. You could feel his dick twitch as he panted from the pleasure.

“So, this is what you do when it gets this way.” You spoke calmly, ignoring the wetness that grew in your own underwear.

“Aahh…” Itto gasped, “Why did nobody tell me this?”

“It’s something you should really figure out on your own, dumbass.” You smirked as you shifted in your seat. You pressed your thighs together, trying not to reveal that you were also getting turned on.

Itto groaned louder, leaning his head backwards to rest on top of his bed. You could feel his dick pulsating harder… The Oni squeezed his eyes shut, panting harder, confused about this new feeling that seemed to send stars into his vision.

“S-something’s happening, w-wait- FUCK!” Itto exclaimed, his chest shuddering as he felt something build up in his lower abdomen. It was good – almost too good. He dug his fingernails into the wooden floor, leaving deep scratches with his sharp nails.

“It’s okay, let it happen.” You spoke soothingly, giving a couple fast pumps before Itto climaxed into your hand.

Thick and hot ropes of white burst from Itto’s swollen cock, the member twitching and throbbing like nothing the poor Oni had ever experienced before. He moaned, his voice quivering, tears pricking at his eyes from the intense pleasure.

It took him several seconds to regain his senses; you tried not to touch his overly-sensitive member as cum continued to spill from it in short spurts. It was a surprisingly large amount; but then again, Itto wasn’t exactly human.

“A-ah, I’m sorry…” Itto whimpered as he picked his head up to meet your eyes. “I don’t know what that was…”

“It’s called an orgasm, and this is cum.” You spoke, holding up your hand covered in white. “It’s a normal thing for… adults to do.”

“An orgasm?” Itto spoke in disbelief. “It felt like I died and went to heaven.”

You laughed. “That’s what orgasms feel like, dummy.”

“I wanna do it again.” Itto spoke, and that’s when you noticed his ruby eyes still half-lidded with desire. “Holy shit… You smell so good… how did I not notice it before..?”

Your thighs squeezed together at Itto’s statement.

“Wh- I smell good?” You stuttered, your eyes drifting down to his cock that was still standing completely erect. He began to push himself away from the bed to lean closer to you, dipping his head down to your neck to take a deep breath in.

“I don’t know what it is…” Itto murmured, “you smell like, really good.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down at your lap. You realized he could smell your arousal.

“Please, can you keep going?” Itto’s voice was barely more than a whisper, but his pleas sent heat straight to your core.

“I suppose…” You trailed off, staring down at his still-swollen manhood. “I could show you something more.”

“More?” Itto asked, bringing his head back to look you in the eyes. “There’s more?”

You laughed, still in shock that Itto, one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen, could be this clueless when it came to sex.

“Yes, of course there’s more. There’s endless things you can do when it comes to sex.”

“Sex? Like the bad word?” Itto questioned.

“Yes, this is what it means.” You responded, surprised by your ability to remain stoic. You wrapped your hand back around his cock, stroking Itto with his own climax.

“Ahh, it feels even better-” Itto whined, “Why does it feel even better-”

“Because now it’s wet.” You spoke plainly, listening to the squelching noises you made with your hand.

“Nghh…” Itto began to shift his hips, trying to buck into your hand.

“Tsk tsk,” you released your grip. “Stay still. Let me guide you.”

“O-okay,” Itto agreed, settling back onto the floor so you could continue stroking him. You used your free hand to fumble with the bottom half of your clothing, undoing your buttons and buckles. As you began to peel off your clothes one-handedly, the smell of your arousal hit him like a truck.

“W-what are you doing?” Itto whined, staring at the skin of your upper thighs that you had revealed.

“I think this might feel a lot better for you.” You spoke. “Do you want to try putting it inside me?”

“Wait, wait.” Itto’s eyes widened. “It’s not gonna hurt you, is it?”

“Not if we do it slowly.” You responded, taking your hand off of Itto’s member to slide your undergarments off of your legs.

Itto held back a whimper as you crawled closer to him – he could feel the heat radiating off of your skin and smell the salty-sweet scent of your arousal. You began to straddle his hips, lowering your core until your lips met the tip of his leaking cock.

“Now tell me if you want to stop.” You spoke, surprising yourself with how calm you were acting. Ever since you saw his manhood, you had wanted it inside of you. You craved it so badly, you didn’t know if you’d be able to hold back if he told you no.

Itto nodded, staring down at your bare legs, digging his nails into the wooden floor even more to avoid digging them into the plush of your thighs. He didn’t know where these aggressive, lewd, lustful thoughts were coming from – but he couldn’t stop them.

“Ah-!” Itto’s eyes went wide as you began to sink down onto his dick. You were so hot, so wet, and you squeezed him like nothing else as your pussy slowly began to stretch around his length.

You let out the faintest whimper at the stretching sensation, not used to anything near his size. It bordered on painful, but you were so turned on that you had to stop yourself from pushing too far too soon. Itto’s ears pricked at the sound, the sensation going straight to his erection.

“A- are you okay?” Itto groaned, trying his best to remain calm as you sank down onto him.

“Y-yeah, it feels good.” You blushed, sinking slightly further down. It already felt like he was filling you completely, but you knew you weren’t even halfway down his length.

Itto stared down at his dick, watching you swallow more and more of it as you sank down. It was so warm, so wet, he thought he might already orgasm again.

You felt like you couldn’t fit any more of him in despite only having half of his length inside you – you felt too full, and it was getting difficult to continue to slide down over the widest part in the middle of his shaft. You decided to stop there, shifting your legs to kneel comfortably on the floor. You began to move back up, until only the tip remained inside. Itto watched you, his ruby eyes fixed on your heat, staring at the strings of slick you left behind on him. What he didn’t expect, however, was for you to start moving up and down on him.

“Hnn, ahh,” Itto panted, pleasure building up all too fast from how you moved, making him enter you over and over again. It felt like he was being swallowed up by the heat radiating from your pussy.

You began to move faster, bouncing off of your heels to keep up your momentum. Itto’s pants turned into moans and whines as he gripped onto the bed frame behind him in an attempt to avoid bucking his hips up into you. You had told him to stay still, and he would do his best to stay still.

You could feel your own climax begin to build as you moved – it got harder and harder to keep up your pace, your head clouding with lust from the sensation of being stretched and filled over and over. Your legs began to shake as you tried to continue, your stamina running low, pleasure beginning to take over your body.

“Ah, it’s gonna happen again-” Itto whimpered, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he struggled to maintain his composure. Itto’s desperation made you smirk. You didn’t realize you could have such a huge and strong Oni quivering so helplessly below you. Trying your best to keep moving, you bounced over and over until you couldn’t suppress your own moans anymore.

With a cry, Itto’s hands flew up to your thighs, his nails biting into the fat of your thighs. He couldn’t help it anymore; he came hard, his cock pulsating as it unloaded inside of you.

You could feel the warmth spreading inside you. His load was huge; it made you shudder, pushing you further towards your own climax.

“Ahh- Mr. Arataki, not inside…” You whined, realizing that you probably should have told him to not finish inside of you. But for some reason, you found it pleasurable – you enjoyed the sensation of his hot release filling you.

“A-ah, I’m sorry!” Itto’s eyes grew wide as his face turned bright red, his grip loosening as he began to lift you up and off of him.

“I-it’s okay.” You spoke, whimpering at the empty sensation he left inside you, “It’s already done.” You moved your hands to cover Itto’s that were placed on your thighs.

“O-oh,” Itto murmured, “that’s good, because I don’t wanna stop just yet…” He lifted his hips slightly, pushing back inside of you.

“Aah, again?” You gasped at the sensation of being filled again.

“O-only if you want to!” Itto stopped moving, his gaze snapping to meet yours, worried that he was hurting or upsetting you. You began to chuckle. You haven’t orgasmed yet, but you were close, and Itto’s hesitation was beginning to drive you crazy.

“Of course I want to continue, dumbass.”

“Oh, o-okay!” Itto nodded, “C-can I move, this time?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed a little too loudly as you collapsed and rested all your weight onto Itto’s hips. With the load of cum inside you and the sex you just had, you were able to slide slightly lower down Itto’s length.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Itto asked, worried about the way you seemed to squirm on his dick.

“Yes, I’m fine…” You spoke, staring at him through half-lidded eyes. “It feels really good for me too.”

“O-okay. I’ll try to go slow…” Itto could feel himself twitch inside of you at the sound of your voice. The way you told him it felt good turned him on far too much. He wanted to move so desperately, to just go wild and pummel into you like you were a ragdoll. However, he knew he would only hurt you if he did that. And so, with as much restraint as he could muster, he slowly pushed his hips up into you and then back out.

“If you keep up a rhythm like I did, it feels goo-” You were caught off guard as Itto picked up his pace to match what you had done before. “-aah~”

You closed your eyes, the pleasure stealing away your vision. As Itto began to thrust deeper and deeper into you, he began to reach a part of you that you never thought existed. The pleasure built up in your core and made you feel like you could pass out. You had finally taken in all of him, the Oni bottoming out with each thrust, his inhuman size completely filling you.

You lost control of your speech – gasps and moans left your mouth that you would be humiliated of in any other situation. Yet somehow, Itto found the noises you made so enticing… he didn’t know why, but it felt like you were urging him on to go faster and faster.

“Hng! A-ahn, hahh~” You couldn’t focus on anything as Itto continued his rhythm. He squeezed your thighs harder, his hips slapping against the plush of your ass with each thrust. He looked down, watching himself enter you over and over, eyeing the strings of cum that slipped out of you and began to make a mess on his pants and the floor.

“F-fuck, Y/N-” Itto gasped, “You’re so…”

You could feel your own climax encroaching, and you began to lose control over your balance. You didn’t know why… but your hands flew up to grab onto the horns on his head.

“-Aah, fuck!” Itto cried, not knowing why his horns were so sensitive – or why they felt so good when you held onto them. He tried his best to continue at the pace he started but everything you did seemed to push him to just let loose.

The pressure in your core, the snap of Itto’s hips against your ass, and the iron grip of his hands on your thighs sent you over the edge. You wailed as you came hard, your walls convulsing around his cock like nothing you felt before.

“Fuckfuckfuck Y/N you’re squeezing me too hard-” Itto cried, gasping at the sudden tightness around him. He couldn’t move anymore; your orgasm was constricting him too much. He fell still, resting your hips on top of his own. In the throes of your orgasm, you had finally been able to take all of him, now settling down at the bottom of his shaft. You felt like all your energy was gone as you slumped forwards against Itto’s chest.

“Ahn, Itto… so good…” You hummed, resting your head against his soft chest, almost forgetting that you were still inside him and that he was still very turned on. Your grip around the Oni’s horns loosened, your arms falling down to your sides.

“W-wait what happened, are you alright?” Itto asked, his voice reverberating through his chest as he spoke, his ruby eyes scanning over your body to see if anything was wrong.

“No, ‘m fine…” You murmured. “Just had an orgasm too…”

“Oh-” Itto’s mouth formed an o-shape, his eyes widening as he realized what had just happened. “D-does it feel good for you too?”

“So good…” You hummed, your head resting on his chest.

Itto released his grip on your thighs, wrapping his arms around your torso and carefully standing up while still inside you. He turned carefully and set you down on the bed, trying his best not to hurt you in the process.

“Can I… continue?” Itto asked, and you gazed up at the Oni who stood above you. You nodded, and he slowly began to pull out of you.

An empty feeling began to take over you as you watched him pull his entire length out of you. It was coated in a thick and white mixture of his cum and yours, but you realized something that shocked you – he seemed to be even bigger than before, despite cumming twice already. On top of that, he seemed to be all too eager to continue, making you wonder just what kind of libido an Oni might have while in his rut.

“You smell… so good…” Itto began to bend down, his head dipping between your legs as he smelled your leaking cunt.

“A-ah, Itto, not there-” Your sentence was cut off by a moan as you felt his wet tongue slide across your entrance. Itto licked a strip up your lips, gathering the mixture of climaxes in his mouth, the taste and smell going straight to his head.

“H-hey!” You grabbed both of his horns, pulling his head away from your pussy. When you saw the slick running down his chin and the lust in his eyes you realized the smell of sex must be some sort of aphrodisiac for him.

“I want more…” The white-haired Oni whined, sending a fierce blush across your face and turning you on again.

“Me too…” you responded, beginning to get up from where you laid on the bed. You rolled over and got onto all fours, showing Itto a new view of your entrance. You reached one hand back, fingers probing gently at your entrance, putting yourself on display for him. “Here, you can put it-”

Itto didn’t seem to need instruction. He pressed his engorged cock into you again, the sensation of being speared open by something so huge cutting off your sentence with a gasp. He wasted no time pressing further, fully sheathing himself inside of you within seconds.

“Ahn, Itto~” You moaned, shocked that you could take something his size just like that. “S-so big…”

As Itto began to move, attempting to replicate the same pace as before, you felt fuller and fuller. He hadn’t been moving for long when you realized your arms and legs were already shaking. His hands subconsciously went to your hips, and you were thankful for the support as you leaned into his grip.

Itto’s hips began to make noise as they snapped against your ass, the skin-on-skin slapping growing wetter and wetter. Somehow, despite being completely inexperienced, Itto was excellent at holding his pace – so excellent that you couldn’t maintain your composure. As he fucked into you, your arms failed. You fell face-first onto his bed, your shoulders and chest resting on the soft mattress. Your back was now arched as Itto continued to hold your hips in the same place before.

You let out a garbled moan as Itto lifted your hips and pulled you backwards, your legs now dangling off the side of the bed so he could enter you more easily. Your ass was now facing the ceiling; this angle made your eyes roll back in your head.

Your head was so clouded with lust that you couldn’t spare a thought to wonder how Itto could do this with no experience whatsoever; neither of you knew just how much his Oni instincts were taking over. He relentlessly pounded into you again and again, losing all restraint. It felt so good. The sounds of skin slapping on skin, the wet sounds of his cock bullying into your pussy, and your moans mixed together into a lewd symphony inside his head that made him want to keep going and going.

Itto panted as he neared another climax, completely unaware that he was pushing you towards yours as well. You wailed, the sensation of being filled to the brim over and over sending stars into your vision. He had begun to thrust harder; the impact of his hips against your ass would send you flying if it wasn’t for his iron grip on your upper thighs.

As Itto reached the precipice of orgasm, you could feel him swell. The Oni moved his hands, using one arm to hook under your hips as he planted his other palm on the mattress beside your head. His movements fell still as he bent down and placed his lips against the nape of your neck. You felt a sharp pinch – Itto had bitten into your delicate skin, his fangs drawing blood. At the same time, however, you felt his cock swell and twitch as something warm spread inside you; he had bitten you at the same time that he came.

His lips remained planted firmly on your neck, eliciting a moan of both pain and pleasure from you. After a few moments, Itto began to move again, stirring the cum inside of you. You whimpered at the feeling, surprised at how animalistic he was acting.

Itto released you, leaning back and slowly removing his length from you. You could feel a thick liquid leaking out of your entrance and hear it dripping onto the mattress, as Itto finally set you down on the bed and rolled you over onto your back.

You stared up at the Oni, noticing the red tinge to his lips that you could only guess was your own blood. His hair was even more unruly than normal, and his expression was glazed over with desire. He didn’t utter a single word as he grabbed your thighs once again, the sharp edges of his nails digging painfully into your flesh.

He pushed your thighs up and against your chest, exposing your abused entrance yet again. You glanced down at Itto’s member – it was even bigger than before, particularly towards the middle.

“Hahhh- Itto, will that even fi-” You were cut off again as he bullied his way into your cunt, filling you completely, hitting a very different spot inside of you. “Ahn, Itto!”

You didn’t have any time to adjust to the new, better feeling. His thrusts were fast, needy, hard. He pummeled into you relentlessly, pressing your knees into your chest harder, his nails digging into the fat of your thighs. Your moans began to turn into screams of pleasure. You’ve never felt this way before – and never expected to feel this way from someone who was a complete virgin. Your body shook as his hips snapped against your ass, the movements needy and hungry.

“Itto~ Aah!” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation. You came hard, almost too hard for you to handle, the avalanche of pleasure combined with Itto’s unrelenting movements forcing fat tears to roll down your face as you wailed. Your walls clenched around him, but he continued pummeling into you without any indication of stopping.

There was something feral about the way Itto moved, his grunts as he thrusted, the wild look in his eyes. You had never seen someone with this kind of stamina, with this kind of animalistic desire. You gasped as you felt him grow even larger, a bulge beginning to grow at the base of his length, stretching you further as it popped in and out of you wetly. It grew bigger until it became stuck inside you, Itto no longer being able to pull his engorged cock out of your abused pussy. You were stretched so tightly around it that nothing escaped, even his final release.

Itto groaned as he came and his movements finally fell still. He collapsed on top of you, his arms landing on either side of your body to prevent his weight from crushing you. He unloaded a final time inside of you, his member twitching as hot ropes of cum painted your insides, this time trapped inside of you by the huge knot at the base.

“Hahhh… ‘m so tired…” Itto sighed, his hot breath blowing across your neck. He buried his face into the nape of your neck where he had bitten you, pressing his lips gently against the bleeding bite mark.

“W-what was that,” You murmured, staring up at the ceiling as you finally came down from your high..

“Dunno…” Itto mumbled, “but now I can’t pull it out… ‘n I’m sleepy…”

The Oni relaxed and you felt more of his weight shift on top of you. His breathing became more even, and it sounded to you like he had just fallen asleep.

“I-Itto?” You whispered, looking to the side to see his eyes peacefully closed.

It was weirdly characteristic of your boss to pass out on top of you after fucking you silly.

You smiled to yourself, finally closing your eyes as well.

‘I suppose I’ll have to apologize to Miss Kuki tomorrow…’ You thought to yourself as you drifted off.

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The next morning, you woke up in a different position. You were underneath heaps of blankets, wrapped in something very soft and warm. You opened your eyes to see that you were inside Itto’s (pretty much destroyed) bedroom. The clothes you were wearing – if you could call it that – were hanging off of you like rags. You didn’t realize the sex you had the previous evening was that crazy. There were bite marks and scratches that littered what skin was visible above the blankets, and you dreaded seeing how you felt once you started walking.

You shifted in place, and heard a loud creak. you looked down to see the bed was sloped at an unusual angle, evidence that the entire bed frame had been broken. You looked around to see scraps of yours and Itto’s clothes littered across the floor. You tried sitting up to get a better look, but felt something slightly tighten around you as you moved. That was when you realized Itto was sleeping behind you, his arms wrapped around your torso, hugging you close to his chest. You turned your head to see his serene face, feeling his messy yet soft hair tickle your face and neck.

You smiled. Arataki Itto really was a good guy, no matter how dumb. You decided it was likely a good idea to slip out before he woke up, since there’d be no doubt he would feel bad for what he did to you last night if he was awake to see the state of your body. Besides, you had to somehow get home and shower before you needed to turn up for work.

You began to shift slightly, figuring out a good angle to slip out of his grasp and inch out of bed.

“Don’t go…” Itto murmured, his voice raspy and deep from sleep. It was as if he could sense you were trying to leave, even though he wasn’t fully awake – he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet.

“H-huh?” you stuttered, confused. You believed you were only there to help him with his… unique problem. So when Itto held you close the next morning, you didn’t understand why.

“I like you a lot… I've liked you since I first laid eyes on you.” Itto finally opened his eyes, giving you a soft smile. Your gaze traveled up to meet his sleepy ruby eyes.

“You mean when I stopped you from eating beans?” You scoffed, but you couldn’t stop the smile that grew across your face.

“Yeah, you saved my life! How could I not fall head over heels for you?”

“You do realize that I’d already been working for you for like… three weeks when that happened.” You quipped.

“Hey, that was the first time I noticed you!” Itto whined, and you never expected to say the words that came out of your mouth next.

“Well, I’m glad you finally noticed me.” You moved one hand up to run your fingers through his unruly hair. “And I like you too.”

You laid a sweet peck on his forehead then retreated back under the covers, nuzzling your face into Itto’s chest and closing your eyes again. Work could wait.

~~~

Bonus: The Previous Night

Kuki Shinobu hadn’t heard from you in a couple hours. It was beginning to get dark, and she wondered if you had given up on trying to get Itto to leave his room. She decided to turn up at his house and check to see if he was still there.

As she approached the house, she could hear strange sounds coming from the upstairs window that happened to be completely open. Itto’s purple undershirt was hanging out of the window, and a dim light came from inside… Shinobu knew that meant Itto must be at home. However, as she got closer, she could hear someone else inside.

“Ahn, Itto~”

That sounded like your voice… she wondered why you would still be at his house, when you told her you would go fetch Itto hours ago. However, your voice sounded a little unusual.

“S-so big…” Your voice sounded more like a moan, and Shinobu’s eyes went round with shock as she heard Itto speak next.

“A-ah, Y/N you feel so good!”

Shinobu had to slap a hand over her mouth to stop her from making a noise of death. She spun on her heels and ran away, completely scarred by what she just heard her boss exclaim.

‘Well, at least I know Boss is alright now…’ She thought to herself, nauseated at the thought of what he and you were likely doing right now.

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peachdues · 7 months ago

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THE GREAT WAR — PART II TEASER

Giyuu’s Flashback • Secret Pregnancy AU

A/N: don’t think I’ve forgotten about these two!

Enjoy a small teaser featuring a key flashback for Giyuu from Part II of TGW. As I said in the notes for Part I, this is a non-linear story, and this flashback in particular is something referenced in Part I, while Reader is patching Giyuu’s wound up (a hint: Giyuu’s particular questioning about Reader’s choice of perfume oils).

Enjoy a little humor and a very, very flustered Water Pillar.

CW: accidental spying while Reader is bathing • Giyuu gets horny but doesn’t realize why • Giyuu is an idiot

READ PART I HERE

The shop vendor continued to gape after the woman long after she disappeared into the bustling crowd. Mildly, Giyuu noted that he’d polished the same dish two times over, unable to break free from his trance.

“Was that not the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen?”

“I did not notice.” He replied, chewing thickly on his mouthful of udon. The vendor raised a single, skeptical eyebrow at his dismissiveness but said nothing more, and for that Giyuu was grateful.

He hated small talk, especially when he was trying to enjoy his meal. If anything, it only took away from the experience, ensuring that half his food ended up everywhere — his lap, the counter — but his mouth.

Besides, the Merchant’s attempt to engage him on this particular subject was rather pointless. In truth, Giyuu never really found anyone beautiful — not really. Though, he supposed as he shoved down another mouthful of his soup, perhaps that was because he’d never truly bothered to pay attention to anyone to definitively say one way or another. Paying attention to something as trivial as one’s physical appearance meant he wasn’t focusing on that which truly mattered — like signs of demons, of things going bump in the night.

And Giyuu Tomioka did not tolerate distractions.

With a grimace, he drained the last of the broth from his bowl and tossed a handful of change on the counter for payment. He only nodded curtly at the cook in farewell before he set off, ready to do one final patrol through the forest leading to his home before he would return and await his next orders.

The sleepy forest absorbed the sound of his footsteps as Giyuu made his way through the unmarked path he’d established as the final length of his patrol through the small, mountainous region in which he was assigned. Judging by the faint chirps of the earliest birds beginning to sound from the canopy of trees above, he knew dawn was close, and thus, his vigil was coming to an end.

The night had been relatively quiet, and so Giyuu allowed his thoughts to roam to the Shrine at the other end of the forest. He wondered whether its grounds were already abuzz with trainee priestesses and groundskeepers, as they flurried around to take care of their morning duties before breakfast was served.

Truthfully, his mind was only interested in the activities of one particular trainee, but the Water Pillar had no reason to drop by the once-reverent shrine, and so, he decided to stick to his current route, and then he’d make his way back for a few hours’ rest. If anything were amiss at the shrine, one of the crows he’d stationed there would alert him.

As Giyuu began to make the loop that would lead him back to his barren estate, a shift in the wind brought a change in scent from that of the usual dirt-pine-molded earth odor he’d always associated with the woods, to something softer; sweeter.

The Water Pillar frowned as the early morning breeze wafted more of the peculiar scent towards him. The herbal-floral fragrance was out of place amidst the familiar, damp rot of the forest, and it made him uneasy. Giyuu had long since learned that things that were out place usually spelled trouble, and where there was trouble, there was usually demon activity afoot.

That was all it took for him to change his course of action. With a fluid deftness that came only from years of having to tread lightly to avoid being ripped apart, Giyuu moved through the forest towards the source of the scent, it’s pull growing thicker as he drew nearer.

A cursory glance toward the canopy of the forest above him revealed a lightening sky; the stars had long since winked out, and the Water Pillar knew that the sun was well on its way to breaking over the horizon. But until that time arrived, the threat of demon activity persisted, and this unknown scent was far too close to not investigate.

Besides, if there was a demon in this forest, that meant it could stumble upon the Shrine at any moment, and that was a risk Giyuu would not take.

He took off in a silent run, eyes peeled to track any movement in the dark, his ears pricked for the slightest signal of something misplaced — an odd crack of a branch, or the sudden silence of the rising, tittering birds.

As the trail of strange floral perfume grew stronger, so too, did the distinct aquatic scent of nearby water. His eyes narrowed; only a few feet ahead, the trees thinned into a line before giving way to a large gap.

A clearing. One that housed a sizeable waterfall, judging by the telltale sound of roaring water as it smashed into a cluster of rocks below. He eased into a stealthy prowl toward the opening, his body alert and poised to respond to any threat that awaited him beyond the darker of the forest.

But all was quiet; yet, years spent within the Corps had ingrained within him a deep mistrust of silence. And so, Giyuu lingered in the shadows of the trees surrounding the small waterfall as he watched, waiting.

The raven-haired slayer’s attention snapped to a small disturbance over by the bank of the waterfall. The sky had lightened enough that he could make out a figure, clad in white, knelt down in the shallow of the river basin.

Giyuu’s hand drifted to the hilt of his sword, but as his eyes further adjusted, he felt his mouth go dry.

Silhouetted against the faint glow emitting from the waterfall and the rapidly lightening sky, Y/N sharpened into focus as she waded deeper into the pool, a small bucket cradled in her arms.

She was not dressed in her usual, traditional Miko attire; rather, she was clad only in a thin white kimono that clung wetly to her hips as she moved towards the waterfall. She paused at the base of the gentle flow of river from the cliff above, and she pulled a small vial from her bucket that she uncorked with one hand.

The shrine maiden poured the contents of the glass over her head, the liquid too viscous to be water. Giyuu closed his eyes and sniffed the air, and he noted that the scent of herbs and flowers now hung in the air like a thick perfume.

The Water Pillar’s gaze snapped back down to the vexatious Miko just as she filled her bucket with water from the fall. With a grace that he hadn’t realized the young woman possessed, Y/N lifted the pail over her head and tipped its contents over, allowing the water to pour down her frame, drenching her.

A cleansing ritual, Giyuu realized as he watched her repeat the process once more. And a very old one at that; he wasn’t sure many shrine maidens still partook in the rite.

Though, Giyuu supposed, it would make sense that Y/N would not only know of the outdated ceremony, but that she would practice it, given that she’d been raised by a grandmother who insisted on abiding by tradition at all cost.

He hadn’t realized that the mere observation of a cleansing rite meant that its participant would look the way Y/N did, standing in the cool spring, clad in nothing but a thin white gown that the water had nearly turned transparent. The Water Pillar’s worked to swallow around the lump that had formed in his throat as Y/N’s water-soaked kimono clung to her skin, revealing the soft, rounded curve of her backside and the delicate length of her legs that Giyuu hadn’t realized she possessed under the loose layers of her shrine outfit.

Giyuu shifted his weight in the tree, inexplicably enraptured by the Miko’s morning ritual to realize he’d startled a small bird into flight.

Y/N whipped around at the disturbance and the ravenette shrank further back into the shadows, his cheeks feeling bizarrely warm at the sight of the young woman now facing his direction.

Giyuu chanced a glance back at the Miko just as the sun broke over the horizon, its pale golden light reflecting off the calm surface of the spring, casting Y/N in the hoary glow of the cascading waterfall.

She looked…like she did not belong in this world. Her hair hung around her shoulders and down to her waist, and the spray of the waterfall clung to the strands like thousands of glittering stars. Her eyes were sharp and bright as they scanned the tree line for the source, her soft, reddened lips twisted down into an uncharacteristic frown.

Giyuu kept his assessment of her form, so stripped back and vulnerable, confined strictly to her face. It was bad enough that the sight of Y/N, standing in the luminescent water, had sent his pulse skyrocketing; he did not trust what would happen if he allowed his gaze to drop lower, to where that diaphanous kimono covered her chest.

Perhaps there was a perfectly logical explanation for his strange reaction to the image of Y/N, standing in the pool, that had nothing to do with her at all. He wondered whether some of the herbs she’d used in her cleansing oil could impart a physical effect on those exposed to their concentrated fragrance; Giyuu made a mental note to find a casual way to ask her, the next time he saw her.

Y/N turned away from him once more as she began to wade back over to the bank of the spring. Now that the sun had risen, Giyuu could spy the familiar white and red cloth of her kosode and hakama pants, folded in a neat bundle atop a small boulder.

Before the sun could chase away the shadows of the forest and reveal his presence, Giyuu turned away and retreated, willing himself not to ponder on the fact that she’d changed clothes, in the middle of a dark forest, just prior to his arrival.

Though, his commitment to not thinking about how the shrine maiden may have looked as she discarded her usual attire in favor of the flimsy bathing kimono she’d been wearing meant that Giyuu’s traitorous thoughts wandered instead to the memory of her standing hip-deep in the spring. His mind struggled to categorize the mental image of her — she was the same Y/N he’d come to know, and yet, something about her was different, though he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what it was.

The word he’d been searching for came to him not long after the sun had fully risen in the early summer sky, just as the sloped roof of his manor came into view.

Beautiful, Giyuu decided. Y/N was beautiful.

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gardenialver · 5 months ago

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Fragrance

synopsis - your boyfriend suddenly comes home and he smells like... you?

pairings - Koutaro Bokuto, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Asahi Azumane

content - fem reader, fluffy, some non-canon ships, cheating allegations (not serious)

Koutaro Bokuto

You felt a small tingle in your ear and you smiled knowingly. Crouching to place down slippers, a strong force knocked you over. A giggle emerged from your lips as you held onto your boyfriend's shoulders.

That giggle however was soon interrupted as you dug your face into Kotaro's neck. "Babe.." You stared up at him with furrowed brows, "Why do you smell like me?"

He let out a hearty laugh and you were soon being spun up in the air, your squeals echoing in the entrance, "KOU-CHAN I'M STARTING TO GET DIZZY," You patted his shoulder to signal your weakening digestion.

He kept you up as your hands laid themselves on his chest. "So today while doing interviews there was this lady who was I think talking to Omi-kun about a sponsorship but she had something in her pocket and looked like your perfume bottle,"

While he rambled you slowly placed your feet on the ground and walked down to the kitchen, your boyfriend following in tow, "And I asked her, 'by any chance does that smell like peach, jasmine, and sparkling juice and she said yeah so then I asked her to hit me with a spritz,"

You nodded while pouring broth into two bowls, the aroma bringing your boyfriend over and his arms wrapped around you from behind, leaning side to side. "So then, I started twirling and she sprayed me like 8 times and I smelled so good for the rest of the day."

You placed fried tofu atop the thick udon noodles, garnished with green onions and passed your boyfriend his bowl, the two of you making your way back to the table together. "And like honey you smell so good, Shoyo said I smelled good, Kuroo said I smelled good, this little girl walking home from school said I smelled good, this grandma and her grandson said I smelled good."

You pressed a kiss to Kotaro's cheek, "Thank you honey, but don't do this too often, I miss your scent," Those few words seemed to fill with pride and a vibrant blush and wide smile made their way to his face, "Of course sweetie, THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD,"

Tadashi Yamaguchi

"I'm home sweetie," Hearing your boyfriend's voice, you and Hachiko ran out to greet him, the latter barking and jumping all over the place. Sliding down the hallway you jumped into his arms and his laugh just made you grip onto his hood tighter.

"Eh?" He stared at you confused as your hands were still wrapped around his, "Ehhh?" Noises of confusion continued to emit from you, similar ones coming from the pup at your feet who's nose was going back and forth, "You and Hachi are making the same face." He pointed out while pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I thought you went out with Hitoka and Kiyoko?" "Hm? I did, I sent you pictures." "Then why do you smell like you went with me instead?" The smell of matcha catching you off guard.

"Ohhh," He laughed and sat you down while placing a few bags on the floor. Off course you weren't against your boyfriend going out with Hitoka and Kiyoko, he still calls the two by their last name but as he had told you the seniors had sorta all chosen a first year favourite.

While Shouyo and Kageyama were Sugawara, Azumane, Tanaka, and Nishinoya's favourites, and Kei may have been Ennoshita, Daichi's, and still Nishinoya's favourites, Tadashi ended up being taken in by the two girls.

It made sense with how he acted, his personality resembled one of someone who had only been raised by women. "While shopping Shimizu found a perfume store and we found the one you used and we may or may not have went a little crazy,"

You quirked an eyebrow at him, "Huh" He draped his arm over your shoulder's and you ended up laying on his chest, "We found your matcha perfume and started spraying each other." "Oooh, so did you have a good day?"

"Of course, Shimizu and Amanai-san will be celebrating their first wedding anniversary soon and Yachi adopted a kitten," "She showed me, has she chosen a name yet though?" He nodded, bringing a bag up onto his lap.

"She named her Diana like from Sailor Moon, on another note," He brought out two cutely wrapped pouches, "This one's from Shimizu and this one's from Yachi, they're early birthday gifts."

With wide eyes, your carefully placed your fingers on the inner part of the fabric, pushing out to see a hair ornament. Holding it between your index and thumb you looked at it in amazement, before placing it back in the pouch.

Taking the gift from Kiyoko, you repeated your steps with Yachi's gift and looked at a small simple ring, with blue stones embedded into it. "I should send thank you letters soon," You lean into Tadashi's chest while slipping it onto your pinky.

"Hm, I should get you a real one soon," "HUH?" In surprise your body flew off the sofa and you fell, looking at him incredibly flustered. He helped you back up, a blush of his own mixing with his freckles.

"Sorry babe I didn't think you'd turn into Hinata," The two of you laugh and he takes out a large box from the bag that was previously on his lap, "TADA YOUR EARLY BIRTHDAY GIFT,"

In his hands was a very very large box, a gift set in fact, a gift set of that exact matcha line you were previously talking about. "Now you can always smell matcha, maybe even I'll smell like matcha,"

You laugh, slightly embarrassed, tip toeing, you press a kiss to his lips, "Thank you Tadashi, but you do know my favourite scent and flavour's matcha cause of your hair right?" And soon it was his turn to lay on the ground flustered.

Asahi Azumane

"Are you cheating on me? With me?" "Huh?" You stared at your boyfriend with narrowed eyes. "Who is it [Name] 0.1? [Name] 0.2? [Name] 0.3? [Name] 0.4? [Name] 0.5? [Name] Hatsune Miku version? [Name] Christmas Special? [Name] Sanrio Collab? [Name] Beach Edition? [Name] Popstar Edition? [Name] Festival Version? [Name] Halloween Edition?"

Asahi placed his hands on your shoulder attempting to calm you down, "It's no one, although beach edition and festival version [Name] sound cute,"

You peered at him from the side of your eyes, "well you're going to have to wait for summer for those limited editions to come out, so who is it?"

He laughed awkwardly at you, as if he was trying to try and lighten the mood after being threatened, "Baby I just got here why am I getting hit with cheating allegations already,"

Your eye twitches at him, "Because you smell like me, a lady, and usually you don't smell like me, a lady, I mean I'm not against you trying to smell a little more feminine but this is unusual for you and if you were to delve into more feminine scents you'd probably go for flowers, not my scent,"

Soon you were chasing your poor boyfriend around the house with a banana in one hand and a pen in the other, "SWEETIE I PROMISE IT'S NO ONE, LET ME EXPLAIN" "I NEVER TOLD YOU THE PRODUCTS I USE"

After going up and down a few times you were cornered, both of you panting and you lamely threw the banana at Asahi's cheek, "I-I w-would oh my gosh like to thank God for-for giving me-oh my, why do you have so-so much energy, an archery an-and street racing girl, give me a moment to breathe, girlfriend."

And then he collapsed on you making you fall over, your head hitting your mattress, Asahi falling atop of you, "GET OFF OF ME FREAKISHLY TALL CHEATING BOYFRIEND," Placing a kiss on your cheek he got up lightly while holding your limbs down.

"Do you actually think I'm cheating?" "No, I just wanted to be mean to you, I mean maybe but I guess I trust you enough," Looking at you unamused, a wet feeling hit your cheek and you grimaced, "EWW"

"After practice, Suga and Daichi wanted to look at body stuff because some volleyball players," cough "That one tall guy from Nekoma" cough "Nishinoya and Tanaka" cough "So we went to look at body products and whenever I ask what products you use you fall asleep or start telling me about how you're fighting the cap of your soda bottle."

You looked away from him flustered, "M-maybe but still," He placed a light kiss to your cheek and you wiggled in protest, "But Suga tested something and it smelled really familiar so then I smelled one of the lotions but it was kinda empty so it was hard to get so then I was looking at the mist but the nozzle was weird and it kept shooting at me instead of the testers."

That was when you started to giggle at his endeavors, "R-really?" "YEAH IT WAS LIKE THE HOSE WE WERE FIGHTING LAST WEEK WHEN IT KEPT GOING FROM JET TO MIST TO FLAT TO SHOWER IT WAS SO SCARY, an employee ended up just getting a new bottle,"

This time it was your turn to offer him some affection, you placed a soft kiss to his jaw, "Oh my poor baby must've been so scared," You cooed mockingly, although there was care in your tone, "It was slightly scary," He muttered.

"But now I've figured out the scent I couldn't put my finger on, freesias, freesias, pears, and tangerine," "Look at you being so smart," He raised an eyebrow at your baby talk which you reciprocated with a stuck out tongue.

You gave him a quick kiss, "Babe, I'm sorry about before but can I be unpinned from my bed," "Oh yeah, sorry I forgot, but you know maybe you could give me a preview of those [Name] editions," Rolling your eyes you ran to your closet.

"By the way Asahi, don't use other perfumes like that again, then the clothes I steal from you won't smell like you and that's like half of the reason I take them," He nodded with a laugh, "Anything for you dear, now let me see [Name] Barbie and the Three Musketeer's edition"

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi x reader #asahi azumane #asahi x reader

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itstimetojellyfish · 5 months ago

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Tea party!( Wait it’s water.) Neuvillette x reader

Based off a conversation I had with @its-astrotea-love

When you were born , you had a special condition that affected your taste buds , resulting in you having a more refined preference of food .

When you were young, you wouldn’t eat store made food or pre-made items , everything had to be homemade because you couldn’t stand the artificial taste .

This resulted in you becoming a world wide food critic , tasting bamboo shoot soup from Liyue , Miso Udon soup from Inazuma , Fontaine’s famous macarons from Lady Navia too .

Soon , you returned to your home land , Sumeru , but just as you got there and rested for a while , the Chief Justice of Fontaine requested for your audience for some sort of special liquid?

When you arrived at Fontaine , you never thought that the place you were supposed to be at , was actually set up like a tea party .

Tea cups there, pastries and different flavors of cake over there, teapots over there , wineglasses(ish) over there….

Wait

Teapots?

You whipped your head around to confirm to yourself that you weren’t hallucinating, and sure enough , there were 7 teapots on the elegantly decorated table.

Before you could ponder the purpose of the teapots , the door opens and you turn around to see the Chief justice of Fontaine looking right back you .

He stares at you for a few seconds and then tells you in a deep voice ,” Please , have a seat”

He gestures to the chairs and then pulls out a chair for you and then sits down across from you .

You look at his lavender eyes , and then ask in a firm voice ( you surprisingly didn’t stutter) “ If I may ask , why is the chief justice requesting my services?”

He takes one of the teapots and while you were expecting tea , perhaps green tea , all that came out was pure water .

He sets down the teapot and then notices your confused expression,” Oh , right , I have asked you to come here today to have a water-tasting session.”

You stare at him dumbfounded for a few seconds before smiling and say” Is it because I’m known for my refined tastes ?”

He nods and then proceeds to say “ Quite so , I hope you can taste the flavors in the waters , I have samples from Mondstadt, Inazuma , Sumeru , Natlan , Snezhnaya, Liyue , and The Sea of Bygone Eras .”

You stare at him before smirking ,” You picked water from the Sea of Bygone Eras? Isn’t that the water from Fontaine still?” He looks at you and then tells you ,”Technically yes and no , The Sea of Bygone Eras is apart of Fontaine , but it’s a different land entirely still .”

You nod your head in understanding, and proceed to bring the teacup placed in front of you to your lips and drink it , surprisingly , it was fresh and crisp , almost like the wind against your face .

Neuvillette notices how your face brightens up when you take a sip of the water and asks “ Do you like it ? This water is taken from Mondstadt , I find that it has a fresh and crisp feeling to it .”

You nod vigorously and start to ramble on how the flavors blend perfectly together and how the freshness of the water represents the land of freedom really well .

Soon enough you begin to eagerly sip every sample given to you and share your opinion about every one of them , while you do , you don’t notice the soft look Neuvillette has on his face and a smile appearing .

You also don’t realize what he says .

“ What a wonderful gift you are…”

#neuvillete x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #genshin impact #Neuvillette now has a soft spot for reader #reader had a distinguished tatse #Reader can taste water #Neuvillette has a new bestie!#Fluff

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lucrezianoin · 2 months ago

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List of Year 24 complete manga work in English or Italian

I made this list mainly to myself, but you can easily use it too. I am on a mission to read every Year 24 group manga available, so here I collected:

licensed manga (in English and Italian)

online scans

Every licensed manga has a the name of the publisher too, and you might find the Italian translation easier than the Japanese.

I added an "online" to the ones you can definitely find scanned online. Every title is linked to where to read the story nearby, keep in mind these websites come and go and might have ads.

If you see a licensed title in italics it means that the manga cannot be found anywhere online and scanned (and translated). Or that some short stories in the collection (if it is a collection) cannot be found anywhere online and scanned.

Let's start!

The authors are (in order): Moto Hagio, Keiko Takemiya, Riyoko Ikeda, Ryoko Yamagishi, Yasuko Aoike, Yumiko Ooshima, Minori Kimura, Kihara Toshie.

MOTO HAGIO

Licensed in English

They Were 11! (JP Oversized and Viz)

The Complete Poe Clan (Fantagraphics, coming out November 2024)

Heart of Thomas (Fantagraphics)

A Drunken dream and other stories (Fantagraphics)

Neo Parasyte m (Kodansha Comics; first chapter is by Moto Hagio)

Lil' Leo (Denpa books)

Otherworld Barbara volume 1 and 2 (Fantagraphics)

A,A' (Viz), impossible to find it seems

Licensed in Italian

Il cuore di Thomas - The heart of Thomas (J-POP)

A Cruel God Reigns, 9 volumes (J-POP)

Star Red (J-POP)

Hanshin, la dea dimezzata, collection of stories (J-POP) (anilist)

Il Clan dei Poe volume 1 and 2 (J-POP)

Barbara, vol1, 2 and 3 (J-POP)

Marginal vol1, 2 and 3 (J-POP)

Online (English only) (chronological order)

-> Full series

The Heart of Thomas (manganelo)

They were 11 (mangadex)

They were 11: Higashi no Chihei, Nishi no Towa (mangadex)

U wa Uchuusen no U (collection of stories) (mangadex)

Silver Triangle (mangadex)

A, A' (mangadex)

Marginal (mangadex)

A cruel god reigns (mangadex)

-> One shots

Bianca (mangadex)

Girl on the porch with puppy (internet archive)

Poor mama (mangadex)

Autumn Journey (internet archive)

11-gatsu no Gymnasium (mangadex)

Unicorn no Yume (mangadex)

Onshitsu (mangadex)

Marie, ten years later (internet archive)

Cabagge Hata no Isansouzokunin (mangadex)

Houmonsha, prequel of Heart of Thomas (mangadex)

Shiro - The Castle (mangadex)

A Drunken Dream (internet archive)

Ragini (mangadex)

Kinyou no Yoru no Shuukai (mangadex)

Kimi Wa Utsukushii Hitomi (mangadex)

Hanshin: Half-God (mangadex)

Egg stand (mangadex)

Angel Mimic (internet archive)

The child who comes home (internet archive)

Slow Down (mangadex)

The false king (mangadex)

Iguana girl (mangadex)

Afternoon sunshine (mangadex)

Yuujin K (mangadex)

Yama e Iku - Going to the mountains (mangadex)

The Willow Tree (mangadex)

Moments of lonliness (mangadex)

With Love to "From Eroica with love" (mangadex)

Neo Parasyte m's short story "Yura no Mon wo" (mangaplaza, first story, which is the free one)

KEIKO TAKEMIYA

Licensed in English

To Terra, 3 volumes (Vertical Inc)

Andromeda stories, 3 volumes (Vertical Inc)

Licensed in Italian

Il poema del vento e degli alberi - Kaze to Ki no Uta, 10 volumes (J-POP)

Verso la Terra - To terra, 3 volumes (J-POP)

Il suo nome era Gilbert, autobiographical novel (J-POP)

Online (English only) (chronological order)

-> Full series

Kaze to Ki no Uta (mangadex)

To Terra (mangadex)

Andromeda Stories (mangadex)

Rintarou Panic! (mangadex)

-> One shots

Sunroom Nite (mangadex)

Hohoemu Shounen (mangadex)

On a snowy day (mangadex)

Star (mangadex)

20 no Hiru to Yoru (mangadex)

Mister no kokori (mangadex)

Natsu e no Tobira (mangadex)

Manatsu no Yoru no Yume (mangadex)

Koufuku no Hato (mangadex)

Toki wo Yuku Uma (mangadex)

RIYOKO IKEDA

Licensed in English

Claudine (Seven Seas)

The Rose of Versailles, 5 volumes (Udon Entertainment)

Licensed in Italian

Le rose di Versailles, 5 volumes (Edizioni BD)

La finestra di Orfeo - Orpheus no Mado, 9 volumes (J-POP)

Anello dei Nibelunghi - Nibelungen no Yubiwa, 4 volumes (Goen)

Claudine (Goen)

Ayako, 2 volumes (Goen)

Caro Fratello - Dearest Brother, 2 volumes (Goen)

Elisabetta - Elizabeth (Yamato)

Eroica la Gloria di Napoleone - Héroïque The Glory of Napoleon, 12 volumes (Magic Press)

Online (English only)

Bara Yashiki no Shoujo (mangadex)

Early Spring Trembling (mangadex)

Porando Hishi Ten no Hate Made (mangadex)

Dearest Brother (mangadex)

Nibelungen no Yubiwa (only 3 volumes, 1 missing, mangadex)

Claudine (mangadex)

Versailles no Bara (up till volume 12, mangadex)

Summer in Cantenbury (mangadex)

RYOKO YAMAGISHI

Online (English only)

Shiroi Heya no Furari (mangadex)

Yasha Gozen (mangadex)

Harpy, collection of stories (mangadex)

Hatshepsut (mangadex)

Hiruko (mangadex)

Medusa (mangadex)

Hemi no Hire (mangadex)

YASUKO AOIKE

Licensed in English

From Eroica with Love (Cmx, unfinished)

Online (English only)

From Eroica with Love (still being translated, currently at chapter 21 (mangadex)

Vampire (mangadex)

The free shooter (mangadex)

Tasogare ni Kaere (mangadex)

Z (mangadex)

YUMIKO OOSHIMA

Online (English only) (chronological order)

No longer male (mangadex)

To Joker (mangadex)

Banana Bread no Pudding (mangadex)

Grass Crown Princess (mangadex)

He His Him (mangadex)

Across a golden prarie (mangadex)

Summertime (mangadex)

Long long cafe (mangadex)

MINORI KIMURA

Online (English only) (chronological order)

Ame (short stories) (mangadex)

Warped mirror (mandagex)

KIHARA TOSHIE

Online (English only) (chronological order)

I'm fine with dying (mangadex)

Diamond Gojiran, 3 one shots (mangadex)

With love to "From Eroica with love" (mangadex)

NANAE SASAYA

none

MINEKO YAMADA

none

#year 24 group #moto hagio #keiko takemiya #riyoko ikeda #kaze to ki no uta #kihara toshie #minori kimura #yumiko ooshima #yasuko aoike #ryoko yamagishi #love #mine #manga #shojo manga #takemiya keiko

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gojos-espresso · 2 years ago

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Heated

A/N:Sorry for being horny on main but man Aki can get it.

Aki Hayakawa x AFAB!Gn!reader

Warnings: rough sex, fingering, oral fixation,sex by the wall, slight voyeurism, dom Aki, sub reader mention of cigarettes MINORS BELOW 16 MDNI

Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

You waited in the hallway of the public safety division for your boyfriend Aki, who had a meeting with Makima. It had been a long time since you walked home with him. It was already 6 pm, a little late for you since you were used to leaving your office by 5 pm max. The sun was already starting to set. You glanced at your watch when you heard footsteps coming your way. You turned to your side to Aki walking towards you as he lit a new cigarette. "Aki-Kun!" You called out as you waved at him. "(Name) you didn't go home?" He asked as soon as he saw you. "I thought I'd wait for you! It's been so long since we went home together!" You replied earning a small smile from him. "Let's go" he says whilst grabbing your hand.

Your house wasn't that far off, just a 15 minute walk from the office. For the time being Aki was living with you because Denji burned down the Kitchen, which ended up almost burning down the building. "Ramen or Udon?" You chirp breaking the silence between the both of you. "Ramen sounds good," He replies almost nonchalantly. It had been a year since he kissed you on the bridge which ensued into a romantic relationship between the two of you. Both of you had had partners before each other but those were strictly sexual, nothing romantic.

You guys spent almost two hours at the Ramen shop, eating your full and listening to all the tea the both of you had to offer. You told Aki about Kishibe Senpai's secret crush on a devil hunter almost 30 years younger than him. While Aki told you about how Himeno barfed into Denji's mouth.

"Aah, that was a great date, Aki-Kun. I still can't wrap my head around Makima-san's plans but we'll just have to wait and see." You chimed as you both left the Ramen shop. "(Name) I need to stop by at the convenience store, can you wait for a few minutes?" Aki interrupted as he scratched the back of his neck. All the sinful images came to you. Oh how you missed his touches, his voice, and lastly his dick. You patiently waited for what was to come.

He was onto you as soon as you entered your apartment. Kicking off your shoes, he pinned you to the wall growling in your mouth as he groped your sides. The tension was there since the Ramen shop, his sultry stares, and the teasing beneath the table and that just heightened the mood. You locked your leg around his waist and ground on his crotch causing him to moan in your mouth. He ripped apart your shirt and yanked off the sports bra you wore. "These are just perfect," Aki whispered as massaged your mounds whilst kissing your collar bones as your free hand slid into his pants, stroking his dick. He sucked your nipples switching between them till he was satisfied.

The rip of the condom packet gave you butterflies in your stomach. Currently on your knees after you sucked him off, your mascara flowing down your cheeks. He didn't cum in you saying he wanted to do so inside you. Your panties were soaked to the point you could feel your arousal on your thighs. "Look at me, love," Aki called out softly as he grabbed your chin placing the condom in your mouth. You proceeded to take him in and wrapped the condom around him.

The decision to go to the bedroom was long gone, pinned right beside the door, Aki was pounding into you like a feral animal. With his fingers in your mouth and the other toying with your clit you were beyond gone at this point. "Aki aki" you chanted out his name in muffled moans as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. The sound of the clinking of keys made him slow down, the sound of the crowd was coming right from the other side of the door. Panic almost engulfed you when Aki slammed into you hard his pace not faltering even a little. "Moan for me love" he demanded. "Let them hear the voice only I can get you to make" mind far too gone to think you complied. The thought of someone hearing you made your cunt tighten around him. You came with a scream with that his pace became sloppy as he came into you.

When Aki pulled out he left the condom inside you, the sight before him making him hard again. Covering you with his coat he led you to your room whispering how well you did. "Aki I want more" you whined. "Why don't we continue in the shower?" He replied a smug grin plastered on his face.

Masterlist

#anime #chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #anime smut #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki smut #aki hayakawa smut #denji #power #makima #kishibe

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thatsdemko · 2 years ago

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sushi date - y.tsunoda

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requested: n

pairing: yuki tsunoda x gasly!reader

warnings: fluff + cultural differences

a/n: I am Japanese American(and proud!) I feel like there’s not a lot of yuki stuff on here plus I figured I’d take what I know about my shared culture with yuki and share it with all of you! my family is from Okinawa so we do have different traditions compared to the mainland so please keep that in mind. feedback is always appreciated xx

“you’re holding them wrong.” he says now for the tenth time throughout the dinner. it was your first time since graduating from cheater chopstick, to regular ones. yuki believed you were ready after many mornings, lunches, and dinners of repeated practice of the motion and feelings of the chopstick against your fingers.

he finds you struggling throughout the course, and instead of his usual outbursts he has on the track, he just calmly reminds you of the proper handling. he’s so gentle with you, it’s totally a different side.

“well then reteach me.” you huff out a sigh in frustration. he chuckles at your visibly disappointed appearance. he thinks it’s cute how much effort you’re putting into learning his culture.

he gets up from his seat and moves around the table to your chair, his hands take the sticks from your grip restarting. he spreads your fingers, “take this one here,” he rests the first chopstick against the outer of your index finger, “and this one like so.” he moves the bottom chopstick against your middle finger watching you imitate the motions of using them properly.

“and then I get to do this.” he leans in pressing a kiss to your lips happily humming against yours. pulling away now, he watches you carefully take the sushi into your mouth with the correct placement and motion.

“I think the kiss really helped.” you feel heat spread across your cheeks and the faint footsteps of your brother entering his kitchen.

ever since Pierre’s, your brother, departure from alpha tauri, yuki has yet to leave his side. you’ve spent how many years getting to know the Japanese driver, it was almost destined you two were to fall in love. Pierre couldn’t have thought of a perfect replacement for himself than you. someone who actually reciprocated the feelings for yuki.

“how is my yuki-san?” Pierre ruffles the boys black hair sitting along beside you both at the table, he picks up the chopsticks with ease beginning to sort through the containers of food.

you shoot yuki a glare, upset that your own brother had it mastered before you. he simply shrugs, pointing to the bowl of noodles in front of you, “this is tonkatsu, they say if you eat this before an important event you will do well.”

“so you’re saying we should have Pierre eat it all?” you push the steaming hot bowl in front of your brother, yuki is trying his best to not let his laugh show. he’s always loved your playful banter, it’s awfully similar to how Pierre treats him.

“ha ha very funny, but I think alpha tauri drivers will need it without my presence.” he says proudly pushing the bowl towards yuki, who gladly accepts and begins to swirl the noodles against the chopsticks while scooping some broth into his spoon.

“come taste.” he motions for you, blowing on the hot content for you before you slurp the noodles and broth into your mouth. the broth is rather sweet with a hint of vinegar, it’s nothing like you’ve had before you practically melt into the flavors.

“remind me to book my plane ticket to Japan for the Grand Prix.” you pull up a chair beside your boyfriend allowing him to feed you the udon. every so often, he feeds himself while you take sushi from the shared platter.

he loves dinners like this. just you, him, and Pierre enjoying whatever takeout you want. he’s happy it’s Japanese food, although it never compares to his mothers, he’s happy to get the taste of home whenever he can and share it with you.

yuki chuckles readjusting the chopsticks against your fingers, he helps you twirl the noodles while scooping up broth for yourself. you take both into your mouth allowing the semi-hot liquids to burn your mouth, “how do you say delicious in Japanese again?”

“Oishī.”

“this is Oishī, just like you.” you lean in pecking your lips against his, hearing Pierre gag at you both, but yuki doesn’t mind of all the times he’s made fun of Pierre for being whipped he finally gets it.

“I hope I don’t have to stay with you guys in Japan.”

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system-to-the-madness · 9 months ago

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I had to tell you that I love you - Gojō Satoru x Reader

Pairing: Gojō Satoru x nonSorcerer!Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 8 078 Warnings: so many. MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 236 – set after chapter 236, death, blood, break-up, coma, canon-typical violence Summary: Satoru broke up with you the day before Christmas and returns a day later with an impossible sounding story

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He’s been acting so different, ever since he came back in November, you think to yourself, sitting opposite Satoru in an Udon shop on the day before Christmas Eve. It was uncharacteristically enough for him to just up and disappear for such long stretches of time, almost three weeks, no message, no call, nothing. He’d been gone for three days before, four, sometimes even a whole week, but never three. And when he came back, as if nothing had happened, slipping into bed beside you at night, only letting you know he was home with a feather light, lingering kiss against your nape, you didn’t think too much of it at first. This was Satoru after all. He was peculiar like that sometimes.

But over the next days, things had begun changing, the way he looked at you, touched you, was different. He had always been rather playful with you, but now if felt as if every interaction with you carried a weight. As if he was trying to memorise your face every time that he looked at you, trying to imprint the feeling of your body into his every time he hugged you. You liked it, the way he suddenly treated you as if this was something more than a mere flirt, more than a relationship he was in only to have someone to come home to at night. You had never been sure if you were more to him than that, even when words of love rolled off his lips like sticky sweet sirup.

But his sudden seriousness also worried you. Had something happened while he had been gone? Had someone close to him died? Had he seen, or heard something that had shaken him up so badly that he treated each and every interaction with you as if it were the last? Even now, with the way he was looking at you over the chopsticks he held in his hand… he studied you as if the way you were eating your noodles was the secret cypher to a riddle he tried to solve.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You had asked this question a hundred times before. Satoru was hard to read sometimes, his jokes occasionally hiding a sadness you didn’t quite comprehend, a sadness he didn’t want you to comprehend. How much did you even know about his life, other than that he was from an ancient clan? Nothing. There were scars littering his body, the most prominent being a long, pale scar reaching almost all the way down from the middle of his throat to his right hip. You had asked what had happened once, sheets tangled around your bodies, your finger running along what once must have been an awfully deep wound. Foolishly you had hoped Satoru would reveal more about himself, would allow himself to be vulnerable with you, just this once, but he had laughed it off, pretending like the wound this scar had originated from had been anything but serious, and you had gotten the message loud and clear: I don’t want to talk about it so don’t ask again.

Now, ocean blue eyes looked at you from over his chopsticks, his tongue darting out from between his lips to collect the taste of broth, that was still lingering on them. He blinked at you, as if returning from his thoughts into the moment, seated on a cushion in the small Udon shop, watching you eat.

Satoru inhaled deeply, placed his chopsticks down, shortly tearing his gaze away from your face, before looking up at you again.

“Why do you ask?” Something in his voice had changed to a tone you did not like, one of annoyance. Usually, he either answered your question truthfully, something along the lines of “Thinking about whether to get chocolate or strawberry cake later.” Or he fooled around, which was your signal not to poke further. Satoru was a man of many secrets, and he kept all of them well.

You shrugged at his question, placing down your own chopsticks. “Just… I’m a bit worried about you, you know? You- you seem like something’s been bothering you for a while now.” Since he came back in November.

“Nothing serious,” he answered, running his hands through his hair, “Just a bit of trouble at work. And Megumi’s giving me a headache.”

A smile pulled at your lips. Megumi. Satoru’s adopted son. You had known Satoru had taken responsibility for a young boy, when he had still been almost a teenager himself, and you had only met the boy through coincidence, when he had turned up at your flat one day, claiming to be looking for Satoru. You had a feeling though that he had been looking less for his guardian and teacher than to find out about this new partner Satoru seemed to have mentioned, because he knew your name even without you having to introduce yourself. You had liked Megumi from the first moment on, and even though he was not very expressive, you felt like he at least tolerated you, maybe he even liked you a bit. From the little you knew about him, it did not seem like the boy to give Satoru any grief. Then again, he was a teenager, and it was normal for teenagers to get into disagreements with their guardians – and adults generally – all the time.

“What’s Megumi giving you a headache about? Is he beating up bullies again?” Yes, you had learnt about Megumi’s rebellious phase in middle school.

Satoru shook his head, his gaze drifting off again, staring into the distance. White strands of hair feel into his eyes, and following an impulse, your reached over and brushed them aside with the tips of your fingers.

“Nah, just some… identity crises, if you will,” Satoru informed you.

“You should ask him to come over for New Years. We should all celebrate together,” you suggested, and Satoru nodded thoughtfully, while you drew your hand back from his face.

“Hey,” he suddenly spoke up, his blue eyes filled with a strange, and rather unsettling intensity as he looked back to you. “Let’s break up.”

There was no humour in his voice at all as he spoke, and you knew that this was not one of his “if you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll break up with you and find someone who actually loves me”-jokes. This was serious.

“What?” You felt your entire body going weak, but Satoru was already getting up from where he had sat, his soup unfinished, his eyes no longer on your face, and adverted instead, as if in shame.

“I’m doing this for you, to keep you safe. Megumi will explain everything on New Year’s.”

Now your confusion was complete. What was he talking about, breaking up with you to keep you safe, but Megumi would still come around for New Year’s?

“Satoru!” Your voice was loud enough to draw the other patrons’ attention to you, but you did not care, as you scrambled to your feet, running after him, who had already made it to the door. “Wait! What do you mean-”

In an attempt to stop him from leaving without a proper explanation, you reached out, trying to take hold of his wrist, and instead collided with an invisible wall. Now even more confused, you stopped, looking at your hand and reaching out again, pressing your palm against the invisible barrier that kept you from reaching Satoru. He had stopped too, just two feet away from you, but he did not turn around. Instead, he spoke over his shoulder, his eyes not meeting yours as he did.

“Go back to the table and finish your meal. The soup will turn cold.”

And then he left.

It had been a little more than 24 hours since then. You had come home that evening, irrationally expecting to find Satoru lounging on the sofa, watching some stupid tv show, but the flat had been empty and dark. It was only after having turned on the light, that you had realized that there was nothing left of him in your life. You hadn’t noticed it until then, but over the past month, he had slowly removed any items he had brought into your shared life, the few books he had moved into your flat after getting together with you, that stupid towel with cats printed on it, clothes… in short: everything. It had never been much to begin with, so you had not noticed the little absences, but now that he was gone too, it all screamed in your face. This had been something he had planned for a whole month, maybe even longer. And he had waited until the day before Christmas Eve to break up with you, making himself the last piece to remove from your life.

Anger and pain had washed over you all at once, and the feeling of your heart tearing in two had set in with a time delay of however long it had taken you to get home after he had left you at the restaurant. It had been in the living room, just in front of the couch, where you had crumbled to the floor, clutching your chest in hopes to somehow hold together the pieces of your broken heart, to somehow keep yourself from falling apart. You had stayed there for the rest of the night, crying.

From pain, at having been left by the man who you had fallen harder for than you knew was good for yourself. From anger at him for leaving you like that. But also anger at yourself, that you had allowed your feelings to grow so deep. Because you had always known that eventually he would leave you. In the beginning you had tried to keep your emotions in check, telling yourself you were nothing but the ticket to a hot meal and a warm bed for Satoru, but emotions didn’t like following rational thought. All this pain you were in now was your own fault for not staying in control of your feelings for him.

And you had cried because you missed him, missed his annoyingly pretty face with these piercing blue eyes and snow-white strands of hair, missed those stupid sunglasses he sometimes wore, the clothes he left laying around, his half serious complaints when you ended up wearing one of his shirts or jackets after he had left them laying on a kitchen chair for three days straight. You missed the strength of his arms, that always engulfed you, when you were feeling tired or stressed, missed the softness of his lips against your skin, his playful wrangling with you, whenever you tried to pay for something you wanted to get for yourself, missed his warmth, both physically and emotionally. You missed him. And you’d miss Megumi too, even though you were not very close to him, it had started feeling a little like you were his big sister and had to look out for him. Not anymore though. Satoru had taken Megumi away from you, too.

After a night of barely sleeping, you had gotten up from the cold spot on the living room the next morning. Your eyes were burning, puffy and red from crying, but on the inside you only felt numb. Mechanically you had showered, dressed, and gone to work. Whenever a colleague asked about your plans for the night you waved them off, their stories about what they had planned with their partners dripping off of you. You knew that if you actually listened, your mind would go to all the scenarios you had imagined with Satoru for the evening, and you’d break out into tears again. Which would be highly unprofessional, so you just nodded to your colleagues’ plans without listening properly.

On your way home you had stopped by the convenience store to grab dinner. After all you had not expected having to take care of food by yourself today and instead been looking forward to going out with Satoru, leaving your fridge empty.

Habitually you stopped in front of the shelf with sushi. Satoru always turned whiny when you did not bring back sushi from the convenience store, so it always was your first stop when entering the small store.

No. It had been your first stop.

There was no Satoru to come home to anymore, you reminded yourself, feeling the weight you had ignored over the day, settle heavy in your chest. So instead of sushi you grabbed a yakisoba bun, no dessert, and had the clerk warm up your food for you, before you headed home to the cold, dark apartment.

After having eaten, you had tried to go to bed, but everything still smelled of Satoru. A wave of sadness threatened to wash over and drown you, but instead you suddenly got angry. How dare him? How did he think it was okay to just suddenly leave you like this? On the day before Christmas Eve of all days? Was he out of his mind? If he really valued you and your feelings so little, you would be better off without him anyway.

In a burst of rage, you begun tearing the sheets of your bed, throwing everything into the laundry machine. Your heart was hammering hard and angry in your chest as you marched back to the bedroom, pulling out a new set of bed sheets, and started to pull them on your mattress and blanket. It was only until you had to work more slowly to get the buttons of the sheets closed, that the anger that had powered you begun subsiding significantly. Your hands begun shaking, less with anger this time than with sobs you desperately tried to hold in. To no avail.

For the second time within a day you crumbled, sitting down, on the half-made bed this time, and buried your face in your hands. He didn’t deserve your tears, you reminded yourself. He probably had never really cared for you more than for how convenient it was to stay around. He did not deserve your love, the way your heart ached for his presence, his touch, his teasing voice, his stupid, childish, immature jokes.

But it hurt.

It hurt so much.

No matter whether Satoru deserved your tears or not, your heart felt like it had been torn to pieces, making breathing hard and catching a rational thought impossible. You didn’t care that the sheets for the blanket were not buttoned yet, or that the curtains were not drawn so that the people in the house opposite yours could’ve easily looked into your brightly illuminated bedroom. You just sat on the bed and cried, allowing yourself to feel everything all at once.

The stupid heartbreak that Satoru had caused by breaking up with you, the insecurity about what he truly felt or didn’t feel for you during your relationship. Anger at yourself, because you should have seen it coming, should have known that the last month, in which he had been so quiet, meant the end for what you had had.

Eventually you were out of tears. Your eyes were burning, your face hot, your hands tearstained and the bed still unmade. You knew you should finish with the bed and go to sleep; after all tomorrow was just another completely ordinary day, going to the office and having to listen to all the stories your co-workers would share about how amazing their Christmas Eve had been.

What would you answer if they asked about yours? You could hardly tell them that you had spent it crying your eyes out on your bed because your boyfriend had broken up with you. But then again, some of your senpais would probably immediately start making plans on how to hunt Satoru down and punish him for hurting you. The idea amused you slightly, the image of these elderly woman challenging Satoru to explain himself. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be honest with them.

Tiredly you lifted your head and glanced at the clock. Quarter to one. It had gotten terribly late. Feeling exhausted from all the emotions and the crying, you slowly got up from your bed, when suddenly you heard a knock on your front door.

You paused.

Had you cried so loudly that one of the neighbours had decided you needed to be checked up on?

Not daring to throw a look in the mirror by the bedroom door, you quickly tucked your clothes into place, still dressed in your formal uniform from work, and made your way through the dark apartment to the door.

Unlocking it, you already prepared a few words on how to quickly get rid of your neighbours. “Sorry, I know I was pretty loud, I promise I’ll be quiet now. Actually, I was just on my way to bed.” Yeah, that should do.

Opening the door, you began talking before you had even taken a look at who was outside. “Sorry, I-“

You were interrupted by someone tall pushing past you into the flat. Someone tall and terribly familiar.

“I brought some of that chocolate crème pudding,” Satoru greeted, as he leant against the shelf in the genkan, a grin bright enough to be visible even in little slither of light that fell in from the stairwell through the slowly closing door.

The floor felt like it had given way underneath your feet, as you stared at the man who until a little over a day ago you had called your boyfriend. Until he had so casually said “Let’s break up” and strolled out of your life as if he had never been part of it. And now he stood in your genkan, holding up a bag from 7Eleven and grinned as if nothing had ever happened. As if it were completely normal to just turn up in the middle of the night with chocolate crème pudding and expect to be invited in. Well, he had not expected to be invited in, he had invited himself in.

In the last orange beam of light that peeked through the door before it fell closed, you could see how tired Satoru looked. Dark shadows strangely drew over his face, but before you could see what it was that coated his skin, darkness enveloped you both, only a faint, blue light from an electrical appliance giving you a faint idea of where he stood.

Silence spread between you, uncomfortable silence like you had never known it with him before. But what were you supposed to do? He had ended things, so what was he doing here now?

“Don’t I get a welcome-home-kiss,” he teased, and in the darkness you heard him put down the plastic bag.

“Get out,” you whispered.

You wanted to sound strong, dominant, and pissed off. But you only sounded sad and weak. He had no business coming back here, playing with your feelings like that. Absolutely no business. You deserved better, you deserved more. You deserved someone who didn’t just play with your feelings for the fun of it and then turned up a day later in the middle of the night, with fucking chocolate pudding. Even if it was your favourite treat.

The silence that fell this time, was different. It was heavy. The faint blue light bounced off of Satoru’s smooth uniform trousers, shimmering mysteriously. And when he moved, you almost hoped it was to leave.

But you should have known him better than that. Instead of turning towards the door, he stepped forward in the dark, right in front of where you stood with your back pressed against the wall.

“There is nothing I can tell you to make up for how I hurt you,” he spoke quietly and seriously. It was strange hearing him like that, when usually his voice was tinted in playfulness.

Damn right, you though to yourself, but stayed quiet, punishing him with your silence instead.

“And there is no excuse that I never told you who I was, never let you into my life. I want to change that. I want you to know that from today on everything is different. The power balance of the earth has shifted, and I can finally be… me, the person you deserve me to be, be honest, just… free. I want to tell you everything. Will you let me?”

He stood so close to you that you could feel his breath on your face as he talked.

“You were the one who broke up with me,” you reminded him, trying to summon the same anger with which you had ripped the sheets off your bed earlier. “Why would I care about what you want any longer?"

You heard Satoru take a shuddering breath before he answered: “Because I brought chocolate pudding?”

“Get out,” you repeated, but of course Satoru didn’t listen. Instead, he turned and moved towards the living room, flicking on the light there.

Reluctantly you followed him, finally being able to take in his appearance completely. As you had guessed, he wore his uniform trousers, the dark material smooth and clean. Much unlike his black cotton t-shirt. It had rips and holes all over it, the fabric discoloured by blood, but his pale skin underneath seemed to be unharmed. As your eyes wandered to his face, they widened in quiet shock and surprise. His usually pristine white hair was streaked red, with blood coating the strands together, more blood being smeared over his face. But there were no wounds you could spot on him. Was it even his own blood? If not, whose was it?

“Oh, it’s mine,” Satoru shrugged as if he had read your thoughts, and flopped down on the sofa, leaning his head back and glancing up at you with these stupid blue eyes of his. “I got into a bit of a brawl.”

You blinked. He had gotten into “a bit of a brawl”? Since when was Satoru the type to pick fights?

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to fix things. Or at least try to fix things. The rest is up to you, really.” He sounded disgustingly sincere, but the hint of nervousness in his voice did not escape you.

“And how do you think you can do that? Satoru, you broke up with me! You left me standing there as if I had never meant anything to you at all! What makes you think I’m ready to waste my time on someone who doesn’t give two damns about me!”

“I figured it would be easier for you to think I didn’t love you anymore, than for you to find out I had died.”

“I wasn’t sure you ever loved me to begin with,” you shouted at him, and the hurt that suddenly flickered over his face was worryingly satisfying. But then the second part of his sentence registered, and you stopped. “Wait- died? What are you even talking about?”

Satoru stood back up from the sofa, facing you, and closed his eyes for a moment as if he was preparing for his next words. When he opened them again, they were swimming with a vulnerability you had never seen in him before. It almost scared you, and alarmed you took a step backwards. Satoru was never vulnerable with you, maybe not even with anyone. He was always playful and a little childish, and when you tried to find out more about him, he shut you out with his immature jokes. So now that he seemed like he was carrying his heart on his sleeve, you were not sure how to take it.

“My name is Gojō Satoru,” he began, speaking so seriously that you took another step back. Who was the man in front of you? “I’m the leader of the Gojō Clan, one of the three big Jujutsu Clans in Japan. I inherited both the Limitless and the Six Eyes, making me the first jujutsu sorcerer to do so in hundreds of years. My birth altered the balance of the world.”

Confused you stared at him. Jujutsu? As in magic? Seeing your irritation, Satoru sighed slightly before explaining: “The world is not just inhabited by the beings you can see. But also by curses. They are created from the pain and fear of humans, and normal people like you can’t see them. But you can still get hurt or even get killed by them. So, people who can see them, fight against them. I’m one of them. And I teach others how to do it. I taught Megumi-” he choked up then, and all of a sudden the confident man before you disappeared, leaving behind someone who seemed to have lost all hope. Satoru’s face had turned pale, paler than usual. His blue eyes grew brighter as tears began rising in them and he looked so lost. Trying to get rid of the tears, he blinked and shook his head, but then he dropped his shoulders, his lower lips quivering, and he quickly bit it to suppress the motion. “I don’t think he’ll make it-”

It felt like your heart stopped in your chest. Forget everything he had told you about Jujutsu. What did he mean by saying he thought Megumi might not make it?

“What happened to Megumi,” you asked, keeping your eyes on your ex-boyfriend. “Satoru! What happened to him?” Desperately you stepped forward, grabbing him on the torn, black shirt he wore. You didn’t know Megumi very well, and while you had liked him from the start, initially you had only cared for him because Satoru did. But over time you had grown attached to the quiet, sarcastic boy with the unruly black hair and those disturbingly dark-blue eyes. You felt responsible for him, just like you knew Satoru did. If something had happened to him- gods, you didn’t want to imagine what Satoru went through. “What happened to Megumi,” you asked once more.

“I think I killed him.”

You froze, staring at the way Satoru swayed where he was standing before you before he dropped forward against you, his arms coming around you, holding you close.

You staggered under the tall man’s weight but kept him upright.

“What do you mean, you think you killed him?” Your voice was louder and shriller than you intended it to be. Had Satoru just confessed to having killed his protégé?

“He got possessed by an ancient sorcerer, Ryōmen Sukuna. Back in November already,” Satoru whispered, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Stiffly you held him up, not moving even though normally you would have circled your arms around his middle and massaged little, comforting patterns into his back. But he had broken up with you, he had no right to ask for comfort from you. And he had killed a boy. Did you expect him to comfort him for murdering someone?

“It was agreed that since I’m the only one who would stand a chance against him, we would meet in battle today. That’s why-” his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to him. You only stiffened further. “That’s why I broke up with you. I thought it would be better to break your heart by making you believe I didn’t love you anymore than for you to find out I had died. Because that’s what I was expecting from today. I didn’t expect to win; there was no way I would win.”

“But you did. And you didn’t die.”

“I did. I did die. I- Sukuna killed me.”

“You’re very alive for a dead man.” Alive, warm, his heart beating against your chest, his breath fanning over your neck. He was very alive. Unlike Megumi.

“Fate wasn’t done with me yet. I wasn’t done with fate yet. That’s Jujutsu for you.”

He pulled away then, taking a step backwards, and lifting his shirt up a little. A fresh scar, long and ragged, looped around his waist like a belt.

You furrowed your brows. This one was new. You had seen Satoru shirtless just a few days ago, and then there had been no scar. The one that adorned his skin now looked at least three weeks old, still red and rigid. It must have been a terribly deep wound.

“Hey Principal! Thought ya said no Jujutsu Sorcerer dies without regrets!”

At Yaga’s annoyed gesture, as if he was shooing away Satoru’s words like flies, laughter bubbled past Suguru’s lips, making Satoru laugh as well, soon joined by all the others in the room.

“Now I’m hoping this isn’t a dream,” Satoru mumbled, crossing his arms behind his neck, and leaning back against the back rest of the bench he was sitting on.

Orange afternoon light flitted through the dusty windows, lighting up the planes in the distance. It was a beautiful day to die, he thought to himself. He just hoped Yūji and his other students wouldn’t take his death all too heavy. They must have known there was no way he’d ever really make it.

The smile on his lips slowly faltered, as another face appeared in his memory. He just couldn’t shake the image of your expression when he had left you in that Udon shop less than a day ago. You had looked so hurt. Of course, he had known you wouldn’t exactly be happy about getting broken up with. But he had never believed that you’d actually be this hurt. All this time he had told himself that you merely tolerated him. He knew he was annoying, and he had done his best to always keep his feelings hidden behind a mask of playfulness. He couldn’t risk showing you the true depth of his love for you in order to protect you from your own feelings.

He had always, ever since he had first taken you on a date, known that one day there would be the risk of him being taken away from you. Letting you fall for him completely would have been irresponsible. This was also why he had broken up with you. So you were at least mad at him if you found out he had died. But the way you had looked at him when he had left the Udon shop that evening- it had been then that he knew he had failed in his stupid attempt to keep you from falling for him. He had left anyway, had faced Sukuna anyway. Had died.

And now?

As orange light warmed Satoru’s cheeks, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing now. What time was it? Half past four? You probably were still at work. Had you cried last night? He had only ever seen you cry over movies. What would you look like if you cried for real? Drumming his fingers against his black uniform trousers, he felt an unfamiliar itch in his chest grow stronger and stronger. He didn’t want you to cry because of an idiot like him. You deserved better than that. You deserved to be held and be told just how much he loved you.

Satoru stood up, drawing Suguru’s attention to him, but his best friend stayed quiet, just watching as he paced up and down.

How could he have allowed himself to hurt you like that? And now he was dead? How much more would you cry if you found out he had died? You would not even get to hear the whole truth, because you were no sorcerer. He had made sure to shield you from this world, had made sure to keep you innocent and safe from the horrors of Jujutsu. And while it was true that he had only tried to protect you, you didn’t deserve to be treated like a child. You deserved to know everything. About who he was, about the responsibility he carried, the responsibility you would carry if you decided to stay with him. About the Jujutsu World, about his imprisonment, about Megumi’s possession- you deserved to know everything. But most of all you deserved to know just how much he loved you.

“I didn’t think you’d stay for as long as you do.”

It was Suguru’s chuckle, that made Satoru look up from where he had stared at the floor while pacing up and down. Questioningly looking at his best friend, Satoru came to a stop.

“Go on,” Suguru encouraged. “You’ve already made your decision, haven’t you?”

“But I’ve only just got you back…” Satoru couldn’t help the way his throat closed up at the thought of losing his best friend all over again.

“I’m dead, Satoru,” Suguru smiled. “You aren’t, not yet. And (y/n) isn’t either. You should go. Take care of Sukuna, and then go home and make things right.”

Satoru stared at Suguru for a long moment, tried to memorise those brown eyes, the messily bound back hair.

“You got a life to live, you know?”

Satoru chuckled at these words, finally averting his gaze, looking out of the wide windows towards the sunset.

“You’ve always been my best friend, you know,” he smiled, looking back to Suguru, “and nothing will ever change that.”

“Just don’t mourn us too much, alright,” Suguru laughed, stretching in his seat.

“Who said I ever did,” Satoru pouted in return, and then sighed, thinking about what was going to happen next, the pain, the exhaustion. He was not looking forward to that. All just for the slim chance that you might forgive him. But he’d do anything for a chance to feel your lips against his again, even just to see your eyes again. “I won’t mourn you,” he promised with a last glance at Suguru, “but I can’t promise that I won’t miss you.”

Satoru blinked, and suddenly the airport was gone, and he was looking up into the evening sky instead. Pain radiated from his waist, so awful that it felt like his whole body was set aflame. Blood wet his clothes, trickled from his lips and down his chin and cheeks. What a mess. In the distance, Sukuna’s voice kept drowning on.

“Your infinity meant nothing. As long as it existed within that space – that world – it would all be torn apart.” Oh god, was Sukuna really talking to him? Even after he had sliced him in two and killed him? How arrogant could that guy be? “It was a near impossible technique to pull of. But that model proved to be quite effective.” If anyone had ever been full of themselves, it had to be Sukuna, keeping boasting over Satoru’s dead body. Well, not dead anymore. “You did well, Gojō Satoru. I won’t forget you for as long as I live.”

“Not so long then,” Satoru mumbled, more to himself than Sukuna or anyone else, while pushing back to his feet. His legs tingled the same way they did when he sat formally for too long. That’s what he got for being sliced in two. Tingly legs. Definitely an experience that didn’t need repetition then. “Let’s finish this right now.”

Sukuna turned back to him, his red eyes widening in surprise. Or shock. Gojō wasn’t sure. What he was sure of was that he was sick of Sukuna. He had done enough damage. It was time Yūji and Megumi were left alone. It was time they all went home, got a nice shower, some proper food into their stomachs (preferably followed by a huge dessert), and a good night’s sleep. And in Satoru’s case a long, deep kiss by those pretty, pretty lips he loved so much. Oh dear, after he was done with Sukuna, he’d still have to face you and put things right on that front. Well, one after the other.

“I wanna get this over with. I got a special someone to go home to.”

“I died. And all I could think was that I had made you believe I didn’t love you. If I had to decide between living just one more second with you or a long life without you, I would choose you every single time, over and over again. I love you like I never believed I could love anyone. And I never told you in a way that would actually make you believe me. Because I was scared that if you did, and then something happened to me, you’d get hurt so much more badly than if you thought I didn’t really care. But I had to tell you. That was all I could think about, that was why I had to keep fighting. I had to tell you that I love you, in a way that you wouldn’t doubt me. That’s why I came back. That’s why I killed Sukuna. That’s why maybe Megumi will never wake up.”

All these information was too much for you. Talks of battles and magic, of ancient evil sorcerers, scars, death… where were you to start? So you started with the one thing you could understand: Megumi was hurt. For the fourth time you asked: “What happened to Megumi?”

Satoru shook his head, as if he was trying to shake his thoughts into place.

“When Sukuna took over his body, his soul was suppressed, like in a dream state or… more like a coma. This way Sukuna was able to control his body without Megumi’s mind having any influence over it. When Itadori, one of my students, and I killed Sukuna, we thought Megumi’s soul would wake back up, that his mind would take back over but… it didn’t. He isn’t dead, he’s comatose, and nobody can tell if he will ever wake up again.”

His voice had grown lower over the last sentences, making it almost hard to understand him. Weakly he took a few steps back, sitting down on the arm rest of the sofa. He looked tired. Satoru was never tired, never once in the almost two years of dating him had he been tired. And now he looked like he had not slept for a month straight. Dark circles ran under his eyes, his posture was deflated, his eyes heavy-lidded. And then there was the sadness that seemed to be oozing out of every single one of his pores. It made the air heavy with grief, and it was only when he spoke up again, that your heart finally began taking pity on him.

“I lost the one person I swore myself to protect from harm, and I think I lost the only person I could ever truly love.” He looked up at you then, despair in his eyes. “I don’t blame you. It’s my own fault. I made sure to hurt you so badly that you’d never want me back. I should leave.”

He got up from where he had been sitting on the armrest, but you were quicker, stepping in front of him, and keeping him from leaving.

“Step through that door, and you will lose me,” you warned him.

Surprised he looked at you, the exact moment he realized you were giving him a second chance clearly recognizable. His breathing quickened, and he plopped back down on the armrest. His eyes followed your hands, as you brough them up to the hem of his shirt, and slipped one hand underneath, fingertips ghosting over the fresh scar.

“How did it heal so fast,” you asked, looking back up at Satoru.

“Cursed Technique Reversal,” he answered almost absentmindedly, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss at the feeling of your skin against his.

“Cursed what?”

“It’s when a you use cursed technique and-”

“Forget I asked.”

Satoru shut up, a small sound of protest leaving his lips as you removed your hand from under his shirt again.

“What happened to Megumi-” you started, and immediately Satoru dropped his chin to his chest. “I think I barely understood any of the things you just told me, but from what I can tell, it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t mean to hurt him. And I know you care for him; I know you would never hurt him intentionally. And you said it yourself. Nobody can tell if he will wake up. So maybe he will. Maybe even tomorrow.”

Satoru chuckled, a sad smile on his lips. “I thought, between the two of us, I was the irrationally optimistic one.”

“You don’t look irrationally optimistic to me right now, and the balance must be kept,” you replied, gently nudging your foot against his, making him look at you. “Besides, it’s called comforting someone.”

Satoru observed your face for a while, taking in the way you were watching him in return. How had he ever been able to hurt you? But he had done it in the conviction that it would save you pain. Maybe he should have anticipated that you would suffer either way.

“Kiss me?”

His voice was very small as he asked, not entirely sure if you had already forgiven him enough to follow his request, but much to his relief, you brought your hand up to his neck and pulled him against your lips.

The kiss was short, but proof enough to Satoru that he hadn’t lost you. No matter how much he might deserve it, he had not lost you. You were still right here in front of him, standing so close to him, that his hand settled perfectly on your waist, as he exhaled shakily into the kiss.

“Will you explain the whole Jujutsu stuff to me, or will you only start hiding behind jokes again if I ask,” you wondered, pulling away just enough to be able to look into his eyes.

“I’ll explain,” Satoru decided. “Because you deserve to know everything there is to know about me. And if by the end of it, you don’t think you can stay with me, I’ll leave, and you’ll never have to see me again.” The way your hand suddenly tightened its grip into his shirt made him smile a little. “But if it were up to me, I’d stay by your side until we’re old and grey.”

“You’re already white haired. I don’t think you’ll turn much greyer.”

“Oh, how mean,” he whined, bringing his second hand also to your waist and wrapping his arms around you so you were standing between his knees, and pressed to his chest. Leaning backwards, he let himself fall onto the sofa with you on top of him, delighted by the squeal that left you at the unexpected action. With some effort he managed to shimmy up his way until his head was resting on the other arm rest, but his legs were so long they simply reached over the edge of the sofa.

Fumbling his phone out of his back pocket, he threw it onto the table and wrapped his arms around you.

“Can we stay like that forever,” he asked, sounding sleepy all of a sudden.

You propped yourself up over him, and brushed strands of white hair out of his forehead.

“Only for tonight,” you answered. “Tomorrow we’ll go and visit Megumi.”

“I don’t think I can stand to see him like that,” Satoru whispered.

“You’ll have to. You took responsibility for him. You need to see him. And I want to be there for him, too.”

Satoru nodded, his eyes fluttering shut. “But only tomorrow. Not tonight. I need you to be there for me tonight.”

“You’re so needy,” you chuckled, and he nodded again in agreement.

“You like it.”

“I just don’t know why.”

“Because I’m so cool?”

“Hardly.”

Satoru laughed sleepily. “Keep telling yourself that.”

But you hadn’t lied. You didn’t like – didn’t love – Satoru because he was cool. You loved him because even though he behaved like an overgrown child most of the time, he took responsibility (albeit begrudgedly). He was caring and sweet and protective. You knew he had lost people close to him, even though he had never talked about it. He didn’t have to, for you to guess. You hoped you’d get to tell him one day that you loved him just the way he was, and not even the things in that Jujutsu world of his, that he was worried would chase you away, would change that.

His breathing evened out quickly, and you wondered if you had ever seen him actually asleep. In the evenings it had always been you, who had fallen asleep first and in the mornings he had always already been up by the time you woke up. Now his white lashes were resting against his still blood smeared cheeks, his hair was a dishevelled mess of white streaked with red, but his features were completely relaxed. You smiled a little as you watched him, until suddenly, from the corner of your eyes, you saw the screen of his phone, which he had thrown on the living room table, lighting up with an incoming call.

Turning your head, you were able to make out the name Itadori, and recognized it as one of his students’. Quickly you reached over and answered the call.

“This is (y/n), Satoru’s-” Satoru’s what? Were you back together? Still separated? How would you explain that to his student?

“Huh? (y/n)-san? I always thought your voice would sound different,” a young man at the other side of the phone wondered. He knew who you were? Had Satoru told him about you? “Oh, this is Itadori Yūji, nice to meet you. Is Gojō -sensei there? I need to tell him something.”

“Uhm…” your eyes wandered to the sleeping man who had pulled you on top of himself, his arms still wound around your middle, his head lulled to the side. “He’s asleep. I can give him your message when he wakes up?”

“Ah, yeah. I’m not surprised he’s tired. Not every day you get sliced in two, not even for the strongest, hm?”

“Excuse me, what? Sliced in-”

“Anyway, when he wakes up,” Itadori continued, ignoring your gasp. “Tell him Fushiguro’s up. Woke up a few minutes ago.”

“Megumi-kun’s awake? Is he okay?” You could feel your hands beginning to shake.

“Yeah, he’s awake. And super pissed that he’s missing like almost 2 months of his memories. As you can see, all is well.”

“I don’t think that having forgotten about two months of your life can be classified as ‘all is well’,” you protested.

“It’s a matter of perspective really,” Itadori answered indifferently. “Oh, I think I have to go, Fushiguro’s shouting for me.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “And hey, Itadori-kun! Tell Megumi Satoru and I are happy he’s okay. Satoru was very worried.”

There was silence on the other side of the phone, before Itadori answered. “He didn’t say anything but… you had a fight, didn’t you? You and Gojō -sensei. Did you make up?”

You glanced at the man sleeping underneath you. He looked peaceful like you had rarely seen him before.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, brushing a hand through his white strands. “Yeah, we made up.”

“That’s good. I’ll let Fushiguro know you’re sending your regards!”

You were about to thank him, when there was a faint voice through the speaker, which you recognized as Megumi’s immediately.

“Tell her, they don’t have to come and visit. Gojō ’s just gonna cause trouble for the hospital staff!”

You almost laughed out loud. Megumi probably wasn’t wrong. Quickly your eyes flickered to check if your stifled laugh had woken Satoru, but he didn’t stir.

“Fushiguro wants you to know, that he’s really looking forward to you visiting with Gojō -sensei tomorrow,” Itadori giggled into the phone, making you snort again.

Again you looked down to Satoru, but he kept sleeping peacefully.

“Idiot! I said to not-”

“Okay, gotta go now, good night!”

And with that, Itadori hung up.

Turning the screen off, you placed the phone down on the table and adjusted to lay more comfortably on Satoru’s chest. You had the distinct feeling, that you didn’t understand what you had almost lost that day.

Maybe that was for the best.

Maybe you would understand one day, when you felt secure in your relationship with Satoru. But for now, you did your best to push the thoughts of Megumi in a coma, that scar around Satoru’s waist and his strange tales of sorcerers, curses and magic out of your head. For now, all you had to do was to rest your head on Satoru’s chest and fall asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

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Chimera

Chapter One of De Novo! All content warnings and anything to do with the series can be found here.

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The rain poured relentlessly, turning the streets of Tokyo into glistening rivers of asphalt and reflections. Dim neon lights from the signs above the small restaurant flickered in the distance, casting a faint glow through the raindrops. The scent of steaming broth and sizzling meat lingered in the air, cozy and familiar to Toji as he sat in the corner of the modest establishment.

It was a place tucked away from the bustling chaos of the city—far from prying eyes and familiar faces. He’d found it by accident, driven here by a need to not go directly home but also needing to keep his head low after his last job. He picked at the steaming bowl of Goto udon in front of him, the rich broth sending a tendril of warmth through him, though his sharp gaze never lost its edge.

Right now, he was simply a man with nowhere to be. The scent of fresh rain mingled with the food, and for a moment, the noise of his thoughts quieted. Then you walked in.

The door slid open with a soft chime, and a gust of cold air swept in with you. Toji's eyes lifted from his bowl. The downpour framed your silhouette, the muted light from outside casting you in a soft, ethereal glow. You wore a pair of rain boots, completely soaked from head to toe as your sweater stuck to you with water dripping from the tips of your fingers onto the wooden floor. Drenched clothes clung to you, highlighting your form, but it was your joyous, unbothered demeanor that caught his attention. The way you moved—deliberate, relaxed—made you stand out.

“Shit. It’s really coming down out there.” You began to pull the sweater over your head and Toji’s eyes immediately went to the soaked camisole tank that you wore underneath. Pulling it away from your skin before throwing the sweater over the shoulder, he watched as you brushed a few strands of wet hair out of your face, your fingers delicate but not fragile, before you greeted the older couple working behind the counter with a small, knowing smile. They exchanged words in quiet tones, clearly familiar with your presence. The older man who served Toji his food wagged his finger at you before steering you toward the closed-off back room.

After a few minutes, you came back out and moved with ease as you tied a simple apron around your waist as if this had been your routine for years.

Toji’s eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. You weren’t antsy, fidgety, or overly polite. You were fluid. Moving with ease.

“Goto is best enjoyed hot, just in case you were thinking about letting it become a cold soup.” The sound of the elder woman’s downbeat but calm voice brought him out of his mind. “Want it to go?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.” Toji watched the woman grab a container then let his eyes go back to you leaning against the counter expertly measuring flour, letting it cascade into the bowl before cracking an egg with one hand into the same bowl. You didn’t seem to notice his unwavering gaze on you as you used your hands to mix whatever concoction you had. But Ayame did.

The older woman cleared her throat before sitting the carryout bowl down with just enough force to make Toji’s shoulders jump. “I’ll pour this up for you.”

He sat like a schoolboy who had been scolded for being a perv watching Ayame transfer the lukewarm soup over to a clear bowl with a lid. “Thank you.”

“Uh-huh. Enjoy your night and be careful in this weather. Suppose to get worse through the night.”

Toji stood up, slipping his hood over his head and throwing his bag over his shoulder as he steadied the soup in his free hand. The bell dinged as he walked out of the doors.

You looked over at her as she cleaned the table Toji sat out. “Was he a bother Ayame-san?” Sucking her teeth, Ayame shrugged her shoulders as she gave the table another wipe with a damp cloth.

“He sat and ate. Can’t be a bother if you’re a paying customer.” The graying temples of your maternal figure lifted as she looked at you. “Too bad about that wedding band on his finger. You would make cute little babies with him.”

Shaking your head as if you’d been hit with the most baffling words you’d heard all day, you let out a dry chuckle and continued to knead your dough. “Ah well. Maybe the next man who orders Goto will be the one, Aya. Gotta deal with me til then.”

Days passed and Toji found himself returning to the restaurant every other night and ordering enough food for at least a family of three to eat at what Ayame called the “big bulls table”. Every time he came in, there you were—sometimes serving customers, sometimes preparing food in the back or a small fresh station in front—but always with that same air of mystery. And each time, he found himself studying you, watching your calm movements, your gentle interactions with others as they always commented how much they loved the homely eatery and your hospitality. But despite the intrigue you stirred within him, it remained just that—observations from a distance. His was built from silence and secrets, and Toji didn’t let himself get too close to anyone.

Until the day you spoke to him.

It was late, the dinner rush had long since ended. Toji sat in his usual corner, his bowl of udon half-empty when he noticed you approaching his table. Your expression, as always, was neutral but with an underlying hint of curiosity. You carried a fresh cup of tea as its steam rose, and without asking, you placed it in front of him.

“You’re always here, but you never say a word,” you spoke up, voice as calm as the rest of you. There was no accusation in it, no suspicion—just a simple observation, delivered with a smile that barely reached your eyes. “Are you always this quiet, or is it just the rain that makes you mute and introspective? If so, I understand.”

Toji met your gaze, cold but not unfriendly. His lips twitched, almost amused by your straightforwardness. He didn’t respond immediately, taking a long sip from the tea you offered, feeling the heat travel down his throat. Finally, he set the cup down, the sound of ceramic against wood breaking the silence between you.

“You talk too much for someone who hasn’t introduced themselves yet.”

Your smile widened slightly as if his bluntness only fueled your curiosity. “And you’re too quiet for someone who’s been coming here for weeks.” You raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused at his deflection as you gave your name then sat a napkin down beside his tea. “My folks run this place. Now, what’s yours?”

Toji raised a brow, looking to find the older woman he now knows as Ayame and looking back to you, obvious that there was no blood relation but keeping mute on the subject. “You sure you want to know my name?”

“Unless it's something hideous. Which in that case, don’t bother.”

“You can call me Fushiguro.”

Your lips quirked as you wiped down the table beside him. ‘” To bow, hide or conceal. Black.”

“Hm?’

“Your last name. That’s what it means. Loosely, at least.”

He wasn’t sure if you were bluffing or what. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. He only watched you as you turned away, boots squeaking softly against the floor as you moved back toward the kitchen, leaving him with a name and a sense of unease he couldn’t quite place.

He finished his soup and then left, leaving the half-sipped tea on the table.

It was late afternoon, the light rain now reduced to a gentle drizzle outside the fogged-up windows. Toji decided to break his four day absence and sat in his usual corner of the restaurant, the air thick with the smell of simmering broth and freshly grilled skewers. His eyes followed you as you moved around the dining floor, movements so fluid and practiced that they seemed almost effortless.

He didn't know why he kept coming back here. It wasn’t the food, although it was more than excellent enough to warrant return visits. It was something else. It was wearing a well-loved baseball shirt and those rain boots again.

Every time he watched you, that unsettling, uneasy feeling crept in—the way you hummed to yourself, the way you wiped your hands on the back of her apron without a second thought, how you barely seemed to notice the world outside the restaurant walls. You existed within your own bubble of stillness, seemingly detached from the city’s chaos.

Your existence was familiar. Too familiar.

She’s not her.

The thought hit him hard, but it wasn’t enough to shake the feeling. You worked your way through the restaurant, greeting customers with that quiet smile and something tugged at the back of his mind. The way your eyes glimmered with subtle amusement when a regular and his daughter came in showing you her perfect grade on a test or the quick moment you caught him watching you. The casual way you leaned against the counter to talk to the other staff—it all echoed memories of a woman long gone.

She’d been the same—aloof, unbothered, and yet, there had been something wild and untamable beneath the surface, something that only he had seen. He remembered how she used to cook, standing at the stove with the same absent smile you wore now. He remembered the warmth of her hands, the sound of her voice humming songs he never learned the words to...

His grip tightened around the teacup, fingers curling as the past bled into the present. His jaw clenched, a flash of anger bubbling beneath his skin. How could he let his mind go there? How could he let you—this stranger—remind him of something he had buried long ago?

You stirred up ghost he had no right to revisit.

His late wife’s face flickered in his mind as he envisioned her eyes, her smile—and guilt hit him like a brick. What was he doing, coming back here again and again? Was it nostalgia, or was it something else? He had never been the sentimental type, but now, watching you from across the room, he felt the uncomfortable sting of guilt gnaw at his insides as he looked at you with ire.

Before he could sink deeper into those unwelcome thoughts, his phone buzzed in his jacket pocket, dragging him violently back to reality. The sound was sharp, and intrusive. Toji blinked, exhaling sharply as he let the tension bleed from his knuckles. He reached for his phone, flipping it over to see the name on the screen.

Shiu Kong.

Of course. It was a call he couldn’t ignore.

He brought the phone to his ear, his voice low and controlled as always. “What?”

“Where the hell are you?” Shiu’s voice cut through the static, the irritation clear in his tone. “I’ve been trying to reach you. We need to talk—there’s been a change in plans for the job.”

Toji’s eyes flicked back to your form, which was now cleaning up a table a few feet away, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside his head. He felt a tightness in his chest, a mix of frustration and something else—something he didn’t want to name.

“I’m busy,” Toji muttered, though his voice lacked the sharpness it usually held.

Shiu sighed on the other end of the line, his impatience clear. “Busy? You can’t be fucking busy, Fushiguro. If you’re calling sitting at one of those fuck ass dives betting and drinking being busy, you really are falling off. This isn’t the time to slack off. We need to wrap this contract up cleanly. You can’t afford distractions.”

Distractions.

Toji’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the back of your head. Was that what this was? A distraction? He had spent too many years knowing exactly what he wanted, what needed to be done, and dealing with it swiftly. But now, this place—you —were pulling at threads he didn’t want unraveled.

“I’ll handle it,” he finally said, his voice flat, his mind snapping back into place. “Send me the arrangements and I’ll be on my way in 20. And don’t call again unless it’s important.”

“Don’t screw this up, Fushiguro,” Shiu warned, though the line was already dead. Toji slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable.

As you turned around and caught his gaze, offering him that usual calm smile, Toji felt the wrath brewing in his chest again, conflict pulling deep inside. He didn’t smile back. Instead, he gave you a curt nod and stood up, making his way out the door.

The rain had picked up again, the sky a dark, relentless gray. Toji stepped outside, feeling the cold drops immediately hitting his head as he walked down the sidewalk, but he didn’t mind. He needed the clarity. The chill grounded him.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked to his apartment, the thoughts of his late wife still lingering in the back of his mind, mingling with the image of your calm, smiling face. Serving him his tea then recalling your plush hips swinging around the corners of the tables as you graced every patron with your service.

Putting a bullet through someone’s chest would probably absolve this little issue he was having. He was sure of it.

Phone buzzing in bursts, Toji quickly took it out and read the text.

14:45

IST, ICA

Ticket information incoming:

This is just another job, he reminded himself. That’s all it ever is.

Toji sat in the dim light of his temporary apartment, the faint hum of Istanbul nightlife filtering through the closed windows. The city had welcomed him back like an old friend—an old, dangerous friend. He’d settled in quickly, taking care of what needed to be done, and now, as he leaned back in his chair, fingers toying with his phone, his mind wandered until he went into his contacts.

Megumi.

It had been months since he’d seen his son in person. Megumi had been living with Gojo Satoru for a while now, far removed from Toji’s world. He wasn’t blind to the fact that Megumi was growing up to be different from him, under Gojo’s care, and it was for the best. Still, something gnawed at him tonight. He wasn’t the type to call to check in without it being planned, as requested by Megumi himself, but Toji took it as a sign that he should call to check in.

His thumb hovered over the contact list on his phone. A deep breath, then a quick press of the button.

The phone rang once. Twice. Then, a familiar, flat voice answered.

“Hello? What do you want.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Toji’s lips. Straight to the point, as usual.

“Good to hear your voice, too, kid.”

There was a pause on the other end, filled only by the faint rustling of fabric like Megumi had shifted and moved to a quieter spot. Toji could almost imagine the slight furrow of his son's brows, the ever-present look of exasperation in his eyes. It made Toji chuckle under his breath.

“Are you calling for a reason, or is this another one of those rare, cryptic check-ins?”

“You’re getting mouthy,” Toji shot back, but there was no bite in his tone. “I’m out of town on a job and wanted to see how you were doing.”

There was another brief silence, followed by a half-hearted sigh. “I’m fine.”

Typical. Megumi’s responses were always short, rarely offering more than he had to. But Toji wasn’t expecting anything different. He knew his son well enough to understand that ‘I’m fine’ covered everything from mundane boredom to potential life-or-death scenarios. That was the curse of their bloodline—always withholding, always distant.

“Yeah? How’s training been with Gojo? Still going?”

“Unfortunately.” The dryness in Megumi’s voice wasn’t lost on Toji. “He’s still... Gojo.”

Toji chuckled softly. “Sounds like him.”

“Yeah.”

The conversation hit a lull, but Toji didn’t rush it. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as he tried to gather his thoughts. He wasn’t great at this—fatherly concern, casual conversation. Megumi had been out of his life for a long time, and part of him knew he had no right to ask for more than what his son was willing to give. Toji was appreciative he was even allowed a chance to talk to him. And he knew to be thankful to even Gojo who supported the rekindling.

But tonight, something felt different. Maybe it was the rain, the quiet, or the subtle reminder that life moved on regardless of what he was doing in the shadows.

“You’ve got that baseball game coming up, right?” Toji asked after a beat.

Megumi’s tone shifted, not in excitement—never that—but in slight surprise. “Yeah. I told you about that last month.”

Toji nodded, even though Megumi couldn’t see him. He had remembered, and that alone had been on his mind for days now. “I’ll be back in town by then,” he said, his voice lower. “I’ll come watch.”

The silence on the other end of the line grew a little heavier, as though Megumi hadn’t expected that. When he finally spoke, his words were clipped, almost dismissive. “You don’t have to. It’s just a game.”

Toji felt the weight of those words, the subtle layers beneath them. Megumi didn’t ask for much—never had—and maybe part of him didn’t want to expect anything from Toji. But this was something Toji had decided on. He’d be there, even if it was just standing in the shadows, watching his kid on the field.

“I’m coming,” Toji said firmly, cutting off any further objections. “It’ll be the first home game, can’t miss that.”

There was a beat of silence, and then the slightest shift in Megumi’s tone. “Okay.” Not enthusiastic, but it was as close to acceptance as Toji would get.

Toji exhaled, letting the tension in his shoulders relax. It wasn’t much, but it was something. “You practicing enough?” he asked, falling back into the rhythm of conversation, knowing Megumi wouldn’t dive into the details unless prompted.

“Yeah,” Megumi replied. “Gojo keeps bugging me about it, but it’s fine. My swing’s better than his, anyway.”

“Of course it is.” There was the faintest trace of pride in Toji’s voice. Not because baseball meant much to him, but because Megumi always seemed to excel at what he put his mind to. And in some twisted, distant way, that stubborn determination reminded Toji of himself.

“And thanks for the bat. Got it the other day. Just hadn’t had time to call and give a proper thanks.”

“It's cool, kid. I’m glad you got it. Hope it's working for you.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the faint sounds of Megumi moving about in the background. Toji wondered what kind of teenage nonsense his boy was up to. Surrounded by decent people who put him first always, cared for by people like Gojo. His world had become something Toji couldn’t touch unless he was given explicit approval, a place far removed from the blood and shadows of his own past.

“...You good, kid?” Toji asked, his voice rougher now, as if he was trying to dig past the surface. “With everything?”

Another pause, longer this time, and when Megumi spoke, his words were as controlled and measured as ever. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Toji knew better than to push for more. Hard to read, guarded like a stone wall. He’d learned it from Toji himself, whether consciously or not. That was the legacy Toji left him: a life of distance and silence. But despite that, Megumi was surviving. He was finding his way.

“Alright.” Toji cleared his throat, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest of his chair. “Thanks for taking my call. I’ll see you at the game.”

“Yeah. I guess.” There was a slight hesitation like Megumi wasn’t entirely sure how to end this call either. “...Just don’t stand out.”

Toji smirked. “Don’t worry, kid. You won’t even know I’m there.”

“Good.” Megumi’s voice softened ever so slightly, though his words were still layered with his usual indifference. “I’ll see you, then.”

“Yeah. Take care, Megumi. Call if you need anything.”

The line clicked, and the quiet hum of the city returned, filling the space around Toji. He sat there for a moment, the weight of the conversation settling on him like the lingering rain outside.

Toji stood, stretching his arms before walking over to the window, staring out into the dark, rain-slicked streets. A part of him was still trapped in the life he’d left behind, but Megumi... Megumi was his connection to something real, something outside of the killing, the blood, and the shadows.

The city’s reflection stared back at him as he embraced the stillness of the room as a text came through, Gojo’s name popped up:

“He’s glad you called. Told him to at least say more than “I’m fine” but he’s part Zenin so what more can you expect? 🤷🏼 See you at the game.”

Toji lied down on top of the duvet, sprawling out on the king-size monstrosity as his mind flickered between his late wife, his son, and the new plague that encroached on his mind like a parasite:

You.

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