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I WANT TO KISS YOU / キスしたい

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

you and Satoru falling in love despite a language barrier.

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Summary : you've come to visit Japan to meet these two boys you met online. Though Satoru can't speak English and you can't speak Japanese, the two of you still fall in love. Very cute. Very cheesy. Oh no... wait is there a tension between you and his best friend, too? Oh boy...

Warnings : romantic tension with Suguru / potential love triangle, cat scratch

Note : i think of this fic a lot and i found the continuation hiding out in my drafts sooo here 👍

🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works

Satoru blinks awake to see your face. His heart beats harder.

結局昨日は夢ではなかったのか？ Yesterday was not a dream after all?

He's not an early bird at all, but from the first day of your visit he magically woke up early as if his soul was too excited to sleep when it knew you were right there, in the flesh. No screen. Just you.

When the first day starts, it feels like you've always been together. Was there ever a screen separating the two of you? And were you really going to disappear behind one again in just a month?

今のところ、彼女はここに留まるように感じています。彼女が訪問を終えて出発するとき、私は空港で赤ん坊のように泣くことになると思います。 For now, she feels like she's here to stay. I think I'm going to cry like a baby at the airport when she leaves after her visit.

Morning routines are carried out. The sky is cloudy at first, threatening rain, and by the time you three cluster into the kitchen to make breakfast together, it starts raining.

You and Satoru banter like two cats. Suguru's morning rasp is very strong.

"Satoru... uh... sugar?" you ask, preparing to make yourself a second one and automatically making Satoru another one, since he looks still very bleary-eyed even after spending an hour freshening up in the bathroom.

"...? Yes?" he tilts his head, then you raise the sugar cube jar. "Yes. Uh... four. Thank you."

Suguru's blushing because of the cute tension between you and his best friend. It fills the whole kitchen, which already felt full with their two bodies and a third one now. Everyone keeps bumping elbows and yet not complaining about it, in fact it's enjoyable to be squished together. Maybe because you three waited so long to be together in person, you don't mind it. There's a silent, ever-present comedy in the air about the tight proximity.

You hum happily, tossing in one, two, three... four? That's a lot of sugar. "Suguru, tell Satoru he mustn't have so much sugar all the time. It's not good for his health."

Suguru laughs. "I try to tell him that every day. But his sweet tooth is incurable."

"His dentist must hate him." you smirk at Satoru, who's been looking at you blushingly after hearing his name mentioned.

彼女の声が今では一番好きな音だと思います。 I think her voice is my favorite sound now.

もう一度私の名前を言ってください。 Please say my name again.

"Satoru? Coffee?" you interrupt his lovey-dovey thoughts and he suddenly reanimates himself, because for a moment there he zoned out and just stared at you with those pretty eyes.

"Mmm... thanks." he takes the coffee from you with a noticeable timidness that you can't quite explain. There's a lot about him that's indescribable, you're having a small internal crisis; aren't you supposed to be fluent in English? And yet you can't even begin to describe just how sweet and gentle Satoru behaves. The most you can do is use metaphors that barely justify him.

"Suguru, tell her... her voice is nice, and also sorry for cuddling you in my sleep (and that she can definitely kick me away at night if it bothers her.) Also!" (the three of you head into the living room, and Suguru habitually trips over the cat who stalks under his feet too quietly to notice) "Also tell her... if it rains today, does she still want to go out? Because if we go out in the rain, she might get sick. And I don't want her to get sick on her trip. Not that I'd mind taking care of you, Y/n, of course."

Suguru lets out a long sigh and pulls a funny face. You smile amusedly.

"...It's too early to be a translator..." he grumbles in English after Satoru overloads him.

"What? C'mon tell her everything I said!"

"Let me have my coffee first. How about the two of you write to each other?" he suggests, putting the rim of the cup to his lips and sipping languidly.

"Eh, fine." Satoru pouts, and stalks off into his bedroom to get his phone.

Then, when he's in his bedroom, his chest flutters for some reason when he sees your suitcase standing there opened and emptied into the free cupboard space. He takes his phone, smiles at the homely feeling of seeing your belongings in his room, and leaves.

"Oh..." he has a sudden idea, and remembers the magnetic drawing board that's hanging in the kitchen. He and Suguru usually use it for writing reminders to each other, like get milk or you're an idiot or sometimes it has doodles of Mint the cat with sunglasses on.

So he returns to you with this magnetic drawing board, and points at it meaningfully, then holds one finger up and bows his head as he begins writing very slowly.

Suguru's checking the weather forecast and muttering sour complaints under his breath to you. "Of course it would rain for three days just when you arrive... at least by the weekend it will be clear and sunny..."

"Mmm... it's alright. A little rain never hurt nobody." you respond.

"I like your optimism." Suguru compliments flippantly at first, but then continues; "It's really uplifting. I think Satoru said something about you being a joy once, he said it really poetically but I can't recall it now."

"Aw..." you dip your head beneath your coffee cup, hiding the bashful expression on your face, which Suguru chuckles at.

And then, for a long moment, you just stare and watch Satoru writing on the board. You're completely captured in this moment, completely captivated in his enveloping presence as he sits next to you. He has slow, meticulous wrist movements. His knees press together, like he's worried that he'll invade your personal space if he sits too comfortably close to you. Funny, considering he cuddled you all night and you had no complaints about it.

He's writing very simply and neatly, just like how he texts you. You're a bit baffled by the characters he's using, though he's trying his best to avoid using any kanji knowing that you don't know a lot of it. He's sure you can figure things out by slowly pronouncing each hiragana character, or at least he hopes.

"Here." he hands you the magnetic drawing board, and then raises from the couch to go feed the cat.

"Minto-Minto... " he calls after the cat and makes a small cute sound to lure her out.

You're trying to read each hiragana character, eyes squinting a bit.

Suguru leans in close to you. He just takes a look, but the proximity for some reason gives both of you butterflies.

"Ooh... that's cute." Suguru comments after reading what Satoru wrote. His voice reaches deep in your tummy.

"Hm... I'll spell it out and... figure it out... anyways, why did you name your cat Mint?"

"Oh... well. There's two reasons. So the first..." he sets down his coffee, like he's about to tell you a great story, "Is because Satoru watched this show called Tokyo Mew Mew growing up, and he liked the character Minto. So he calls her Minto. And then I agreed on calling her that, but I call her Mint, because I hate mint the herb."

"You — haha, wait what? You call her Mint because you hate mint?"

"Yes. I hate mint, both the herb and the cat. She hates me too, clearly." Suguru raises his hand to remind you of how the cat scratched him the night before.

"Such a cute Hello Kitty sticker..." you tease.

"Thank you. Only the manliest men wear Hello Kitty Bandaids."

"How did she scratch you anyways...?"

"Oh, she likes to hang out in the washing machine if Satoru accidentally leaves it open. And when I try take her out of her comfy spot, she scratches me."

You sympathize, "Poor thing."

"What, the cat or me?" Suguru laughs.

"The cat." you lie teasingly.

"Wow! And here I thought you were being sympathetic!" he raises his brows.

You giggle and look at him, eyes finally making contact — ooh no that's bad bad bad, better break it immediately. So the two of you look away like you've both just indulged in a taboo intimacy. His stomach flips.

"Minto has been fed. She gave me cuddles." Satoru comes back into the room, and you admire the feeling he brings with him.

"No scratches?" Suguru asks.

"No, obviously, she loves me more than you." Satoru cheeks.

"Fuck you, haha."

Satoru makes his voice lower and leans to Suguru, "(Did she figure out what I wrote yet?)"

"Y/n did you figure out what he wrote?" Suguru asks.

"I'm trying so hard. What does this part mean...?"

Suguru shakes his head and puts his hands up. "Like I said, I'm not Mr Translator in the mornings."

"But you've had your coffee! Please, just this part..." you beg, and he can't deny that sweet begging. He easily folds for it, just like when Satoru begs for anything.

"Okay, where — this? Uh... Satoru your handwriting isn't usually this neat, is it...? That part means... 'voice'."

"Oh... ohhh!" you suddenly realize, and then the boys swoon over you when you pronounce the characters out loud to yourself.

"Uh... I think I know what it means..." you feel your cheeks warm up from the crown to your jawline.

あなたのこえがすき。 a-na-ta-no-ko-e-ga-su-ki.

"I like your voice, too." you respond to Satoru, and he half-gets it and gives you a thumbs up.

"Thanks."

You look at each other and then promptly look away with shy smiles.

"You two are cute." Suguru comments.

"Ahah... ahah shut up... hey, the sky has cleared up." you point out.

"Ooh... it cleared up 'cuz Satoru walked back into the room."

You awe at what he said.

"?"

"Nothing."

"Hey, Translator — (stop talking about me behind my back!)"

Suguru chuckles, "I wasn't! I was just — never mind. Let's get ready to head out."

And so you head into Satoru's bedroom to get ready, and Suguru heads into his bedroom, and Satoru himself goes into the cramped bathroom. Poor boy. He's really too tall for that archway, he bumped his head again.

彼女に花を買ってあげるべきでしょうか？それともちょっと多すぎますか？ Should I buy her flowers? Or is it a bit too much?

（なんてことだ）、なぜこのシャツには穴が開いているのでしょう？ (Oh my god), why does this shirt have holes?

The door slides open, he steps out of the bathroom half-dressed, and intends to quickly slip into Suguru's bedroom to borrow a shirt instead of awkwardly knocking on his bedroom door and disturbing you.

But oh, you know what? The cheesiest possible thing happens instead. The universe likes making Satoru's life a little more fun in odd times. So the two of you encounter each other in the hallway; you're fully clothed and he's got just pants and socks on.

He stutters once, swallows awkwardly, and even more awkwardly places his hand on your head as if to say sorry for this inconvenience.

But you laugh in response to the funny situation.

ああ、またあの美しい笑い声。 Ah, that beautiful laugh again.

"Sorry." he mutters, and disappears to go get a shirt from Suguru.

"It's okay." you reply.

The image of your pretty smile is burned in his head.

You can hear him telling Suguru something in the other room, and then you hear Suguru's muffled laugh as a response.

"(Don't laugh! I'm embarrassed! She's seen me shirtless now! No one's seen me shirtless except you!)"

"(You're such a virgin.)"

"(Say that again, I dare you.)"

"(Sorry, I don't understand you. I don't speak virgin, only English and Japanese.)"

You're wondering why Satoru sounds so embarrassed and annoyed, and then he groans down the hallway. It feels like you're their roommate, it's funny.

"Hi."

The two of you encounter each other in the hall again. This time he has a shirt, yes. And this time Suguru is there, too, and he's holding back an amused smile. He fluffs Satoru's hair as a way of embarrassing him more.

So Satoru leaves, and he leaves in such a way that it's super comedic, making you and Suguru laugh. Ooh, what a laugh that boy has; his Addam's apple shifts up and down deliciously.

"Ah... Suguru? I need help with the washing machine..."

"Yes...?"

"...this kid on the plane who sat next to me, he spilled strawberry juice all over my shirt and now it's sticky."

"But at least it smells like strawberries, right?" he jokes. "You can put it in the washing machine, I'll be doing the laundry in a second anyways..." there is a small moment of eye contact shared, then Suguru looks down, and frowns at something he sees, "(SATORU YOU LEFT YOUR SOCK ON THE FLOOR AGAIN!)"

"(Haha, sorry.)" you hear Satoru half-heartedly apologize from the other room.

So Suguru picks up the sock like an annoyed mother and goes to lecture Satoru.

"(You're embarrassing me in front of our guest. For the love of god, don't leave your goofy ass socks on the floor. What if she slips on them?)"

"(You're such a mother, Suguru.)"

You're calmly and casually going to put your juice-stained shirt in the washing machine like Suguru said, but then...

(the boys are talking and there's just this hilariously dramatic scream from the laundry room)

"DID THE CAT SCRATCH YOU?"

"(Did the cat scratch her?)"

"Ow, y-yeah!" you whine.

Suguru's the first one at the crime scene, and he picks up the cat and proceeds to lecture the cat as if it understands Japanese. It licks its lips and nubby nose and has an evil stare. You giggle.

"I'm so sorry... come, uh — (Suguru, we still have Hello Kitty adhesives somewhere, right?)" Satoru instinctually holds your hand that got scratched.

And he holds it so tenderly and caringly that it makes your whole chest quake for him.

彼女の手の傷はとても小さなものですが、それでも私は心臓がチクチクするのを感じました。 Although the wound on her hand was very small, I still felt my heart tingle.

He leads you to his bedroom, picking up some adhesives and antiseptic on the way, and sits with you on the unmade beds. You watch his fingers nimbly peeling the plastic off the adhesive, admiring how swiftly and perfectly he does even the littlest things. He has such a great attention to detail, it makes you self-conscious; is he thinking of you with the same attention to detail as everything else? Yes... he is.

He dabs some antiseptic on your small scratch, and then gently wraps and pats the Hello Kitty adhesive around it. You're pretty sure he's the one who bought them. Oh, if only you could ask him, but where even is your phone? Lost in a void somewhere, probably.

"Thank you, Satoru."

His eyes light up. His heart thumps. Why did those small, simple words have such a great effect on him?

"Mhm." he hums in acknowledgement. "You're welcome."

あなたの傷がもっと良くなるようにキスしたいです。 I want to kiss your wounds to make them better.

A second after thinking this and looking at your hand, he brings it to his lips and presses a very delicate kiss to the edge of your wrist, where the small cut spanned up to the base of your palm. Can you even call it a kiss? It's more like his lips graze your skin, hovering timidly.

And for some reason... the atmosphere becomes very intimate. Is it because of the place where he kissed you? The inner wrist has never occurred to you to be an intimate spot, and yet you're feeling as if he just kissed you on the lips.

You hear him audibly swallow, like he's conscious of this, too. The both of you become very aware of the tension in the atmosphere.

And then he looks apologetic, as if he overstepped a boundary. So you mutter a small, whispery "thanks..." which lifts his heart up into his throat and reassures him that you don't mind the intimacy.

"Mmm..." he blinks at you, pursing his lips.

His eyes linger on your lips for a moment, and it feels like he's about to... well you know his body just wants to... he sort of...

"Hey, how's the wounded patient?" Suguru interrupts, and you and Satoru spring apart like you're elastic bands that just got released after being stretched.

"Ahah, I'm okay. It's not a bad scratch." you lift your hand, "I'll cherish this Hello Kitty Bandaid forever, thank you."

"Yeah, Satoru bought 'em so you can thank him."

"I knewww he bought them, haha! So expected... cutiepie." you admire Satoru, and he's pretty sure that the last thing you said is some cute nickname, so he smirks.

"Okay, well... anyways, let's head out before the sun rises too high and it gets too hot to walk."

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dcxdpdabbles · 8 months

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All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

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Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 02/10/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 2. If there are many parts from Master Post 1, they will remain on that one.

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

Child Support

Alfred's Boy

The Adoptive Son

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Passion for Fashion

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

Demon and Angel Brat

Single Dad

Jason's Doll

Alley Boyfriends

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

Misplace Baby:

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Cass the Halfa

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

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Multi-Parts

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

Freelance Inventor

The Audit

Why Ten?

Mr. Flavor

Cluster of Cores

Demon Head Slightly to the left

Danny Fenton's Ex

New Management

One-Shots

Red Yummy

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

One hell of a good bellhop

Mr. Flavor

Danny Fenton's Ex

Corporate Rivals

Rude Kryptonian

The Summoned Demon

New Management

Ecto-Specialist

Side Hustle

Love at first (club) meeting

Catnip for heroes

Old Friends

Danny the Nanny

Lights and Camera

Hot Wings

Marriage trap the Office Supplier!

Requests

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Super Robin

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Nightowl Appartement

The one with Sunset Hair

Phone a friend

Billy's Parents

The Cinnamon Roll's son

The ost In-Laws

Cassandra's Curse in Gotham

The Lady and The Dad

Big Brother does not approve

Gotham's star and Shadow

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peeweekey · 5 months

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cliff talk | sebastian x reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: sebastian brings you on a ride.

tags: emotional hurt/comfort, slight angst, dialogue heavy, sebastian and reader have a heart to heart

a/n: i never thought i'd be writing for the emo boy but here i am. hope you guys liked this as much as i liked writing this! :D

Like the green rain phenomenon or the cute little junimo creatures that live in the community center, there’s always something new to experience in the valley. As odd as it might be.

Hunched over, tending to your crops—is like living in wait, the calm before the storm, the thrum of anticipation as you await the next exciting thing.

Like today—now.

“Ah, there you are.”

The garden shears in your hands are dropped into the thick down crawl of growing fruit. You look up, squinting your eyes due to the warm beat of dying sunlight.

“Sebastian?” you pause, looking up at him from your spot amongst growing melon vines. Your overalls smeared with dirt and damp with sweat—this is the last state you’d want to be seen in.

“Hey farmer,” The keys dangling from his index finger jingle as he gives you a close-lipped smile. “Wanna go for a ride?”

—

The place Sebastian stops at is quiet.

But not in the way most people think—the valley is never quiet, birds chirping, the breeze singing through tall grass and the rustle of branches swaying slowly. You’re aware of the sounds in the recesses of your mind.

The view is breath-taking.

The sun set long before you arrived on Sebastian’s cliff side spot. It’s cool and grassy, ticking your ankles as you walk through the field. The air, no longer warm but a cool breeze that you greedily inhale.

You stop right before the edge, there’s a big drop that you'd rather not slip and fall into. Zuzu city lay just under the horizon, a smatter of light in the otherwise now-dark forest. A cluster of flashing lights that remind you of stars—that have fallen and gathered from the night sky.

“Amazing, I know.” Sebastian says, a few steps behind you. He’s leaning against his bike, staring at the same view as you. “Zuzu city is miles from here, but there’s so much light—you can see it even from high up.”

You fold your arms, turning your back at the view—facing him. “Well, it is nicer from afar.”

Sebastian gives you a look, then nods his head to the grassy patch behind him. “Mhm. Let’s sit?”

You settle down together, side by side. You, him, and his motorbike beside him—there’s barely any space between your legs. You feel the warmth of proximity—so close. What you’d give to bridge that gap once and for all.

“Want a drink?” he asks, pulling out a beer bottle from his hoodie pocket—your brow raises, a miracle it didn’t break on the way. “Only got one though.”

You shrug, taking the bottle. It’s warm—warmed by his body heat. “S’okay with me. We’ll just have’ta share.”

He looks at you, eyes momentarily flickering to your lips as you use your teeth to pop the bottle cap off. “I guess we do.”

—

The beer is settling warmly low in your stomach, loosening every tightly wound muscle in your body. You feel weightless, the edges of your mind made fuzzy.

“I’ve been savin’ up a lot,” he suddenly says, picking absentmindedly at the blades of grass underneath him. “Almost have enough too. Once I do, I’m skipping outta this town on my bike.”

You nod your head. “It is a pretty cool bike.”

“Mhm,” he drawls, patting the side of his motorcycle—almost lovingly. “It’s gonna take me all the way to Zuzu city.”

“Zuzu city,” you repeat slowly, feeling the sound of the words in your mouth. It’s unpleasant, Zuzu city is a place you’d rather leave behind. You look down at the view of it, squinting. “Why go there?”

He pauses, inhaling the cool night air deeply. His fingers itch—like they’re searching for the comforting hold of cigarettes he so enjoys.

A part of you wishes you didn’t ask. Difficult conversations and cliff sides don’t mesh well together, you think. You don’t dare move a muscle as you wait for him, your eyes drifting back to the glittering light-filled view of Zuzu city.

“It’s suffocating here—everything about the valley,” he replies mirthlessly. “I live in the basement of my mom’s house for fuck’s sake. I know how she looks at me, like she could’ve done so much more to make me less of a shitbag. Maybe she could’ve, I don’t care. It’s way too late now.”

A low whistle escapes past your lips. You swirl the beer bottle loosely in your grip. “I see…”

Sebastian narrows his eyes at you, scoffing. “You’re pretty shit at comforting words, y’know that?”

“Harsh,” you look at him quizzically, shoving the beer bottle into his hands. He accepts it immediately. “What do you want me to say, Seb?”

“Nothing,” he smirks, downing a generous gulp of beer, the bottle is a little less than half full now. “‘m just teasing. Don’t gimme that look. I didn’t want comfort anyway, I’ve had enough of that. I want you to tell me the stone cold truth.”

“Promise not to get pissed off?”

Sebastian clicks his tongue against his teeth, then smiles. “Depends on what you say.”

“Wow, guess I’ll have to lie.” you joke.

“Hey—”

“Kidding.” You laugh softly at his pinched expression. His eyes narrowed—lacking any real aggression—at you as you poke harmless fun.

You grin, slowly turning back to the view. “You won’t find yourself there,” you say simply, taking a slow sip of beer, the smoothness of it running smoothly down your throat. “Believe me, I’d know.”

Sebastian turns to face you, irritation spelled out in every feature of his face.

“Smartass…”

“Hey, you asked for the stone cold truth,” you lift your fingers into air quotations to emphasize your point.

“Tch. Tell me this then. If I can’t find myself there, or here in the valley. Where the hell do I go?”

You pause, clicking the bottle with your nails idly. He’s irritated obviously. But you think more frustrated and confused than anything.

You sigh, then smile. The valley hasn’t been the kindest to its resident shut-in.

“Mid-life crisis at 24,” you tease gently, poking at his side. Sebastian shoots you a heatless glare. “Don’t worry too much Seb, your hair is gonna turn gray.”

“Ha-ha,” he replies sourly. “You talk as if that isn’t the same reason you moved to the valley.”

“Hey, I gave a generous amount of my life to Joja,” you snort, shifting your feet into a better resting position. “I paid my dues over there before I found some semblance of peace here.”

“I can’t just sit around and wait my whole life.”

“Then don’t,” you reply simply. “God knows I wish I followed my dear old gramps’ footsteps sooner.”

“It isn’t that simple.”

“Yep. It isn’t. It does get easier though.”

“You say it so easily.”

“Sometimes, it just is.” you reply. “Only sometimes, though.”

For all you remember, your grandfather absolutely adored the valley, though he couldn’t convince you in the height of your angsty teenage phase to do the same. You’re long past that now, life didn’t go as planned and you ended up right where your grandfather said you would be.

Funny, how fate works so mysteriously, so weirdly.

You shake that thought away, turning to Sebastian—who has the same contemplative expression as you.

He’s silent, thinking. His fingers grasping and twirling the drawstrings of his hoodie. “You never told me the story.”

“Well,” you purse your lips, handing him the bottle. He drops the drawstrings to grab it. A wordless agreement between the two of you to share what remains of the liquid. “You n’ver asked.”

“I wanna hear it,” he says, looking at you at the corner of his glittering obsidian eyes. “please?”

“How polite,” you laugh, he lightly hits you on the back of your head with his palm. “Ouch. No need to be rough w’me, I’ll tell you.”

You clear your throat with an obnoxious ahem. “Once upon a time…”

“—C’mon farmer, stop messing around. I wanna know your story,” he interjects, and it almost sounds like a plea. “No theatrics.”

Your lips flatten into a grim line. He’s being unusually insistent on the topic. But now that you think about it, you haven’t told anyone why you moved into the farm. Not your mother, not your father, and definitely not anyone else in Pelican Town.

Sebastian may be your first, you think to yourself—innuendo unintended.

You hug your arms closer to your chest, the cool draft sliding over your skin—making you shiver. No better way to battle the uncomfortable situation with an even more uncomfortable conversation. You take a deep breath.

“I was a fresh graduate when I started working at Joja—worked my way up from customer service to marketing. Crazy, right?” you chuckle, though it sounds hollow even to you. “All the pretentious proposals I would write and those useless meetings that’d take forever. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t hate my 20 year old self for starting at Joja. 5 years down the fucking drain when I quit. Let me tell you, it’s the best decision I made in my stupid corporate slave life.”

Sebastian says nothing, he hands the bottle back to you, which you take a generous swig of. You grip the bottle tightly around its neck, the warm feeling of alcohol loosening your tongue.

You exhale deeply through your nose. “I was in my cubicle when I just ‘bout had enough—by the way, I hate that they’re called cubicles, I felt like a number in some executive’s spreadsheets instead of a living breathing person.” all that talking and your throat itches for more of the sweet burn of alcohol—you oblige it with another weighty gulp. “Grandpa left me this letter, told lil’ old me not to open it until I really, really needed to. Now that I think of it, he knew.”

Your voice cracks by the end of it. Your tongue feels way too thick for your mouth. And your eyes blur—there seems to be twice as many stars as usual.

Sebastian stays quiet, reflective even. Though his hands have stilled, and he feels closer than he was earlier. It’s warmer, you think.

If he asks, you’ve decided you’ll blame it on the alcohol.

—

You and Sebastian talk for hours after, the bottle of beer being passed between the both of you too often. You feel a tad tipsy—having drank the lion’s share of beer. Your head lolls onto your arms as you talk about everything then nothing.

There’s a fair moment of silence that blankets the two of you after—certainly not uncomfortable. You feel Sebastain knows the fact more than anyone. He seems to thrive in the quiet moments.

“I don’t think I’m leaving the valley any time soon, though,” he says softly, breaking the tranquil silence.

So he’s been thinking. “Why so?”

He shrugs his shoulders, taking the final sip of beer that finishes the bottle. “Something’s makin’ it worth staying a little longer.” His eyes meet yours, albeit for a second—before he refocuses on the cliff side view.

Ah, you understand.

Suddenly, alcohol isn’t the only thing making you feel so warm. You thank the stars for the dark, for hiding any warm pinkness in your expression. You smile, more to yourself than anything. Taking the bottle from him, brushing your fingers over his perpetually cold ones.

The bottle is lighter than it was at the beginning of the night—your shoulders too, less achy, less stiff. With all that weight off of them, you can afford to be less wound up.

You tip the bottle over the grass, nothing but a single drop comes out. You watch it fall and drop into the grass. “Good. This something thinks you’ll come to like it even.”

Sebastian tilts his head, a tentative smile playing on his lips. “That’s presumptive.”

You shrug, smirking. “I have a sense for this type of stuff.”

“Really now?”

“Mhm. I don’t just lie for no reason. And my senses are telling me you’ll be alright.”

You hear the silent hitch of his breath, the momental widening of his eyes and the tremble in his jaw. It saddens you slightly, no one has probably reassured him of it before.

God knows you needed some while working at Joja, you’re just returning your dues to the universe—and to him.

He laughs softly, and bitterly. His fingers twitch again—for that darn cigarette. “God, I sure hope so.”

Sebastian will be just fine, you know that. And it’s about time he knew it too.

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🌺 Orchids Tech 🌺

Medical Flora

X Female Reader

word count: 1.2k

🌸 💐 Flower Fic Event 💐 🌸

My second fic for the clone flower event 🌸 read my Commander Fox one here 🌺 Check the tag #cloneflowerficevent to see more! 💐

warnings: None, fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers 🌸💜

Other writers for this event include (will add links to each ficlet once writer has posted):

🌸 Myself - Tech | Fox

🌸 @jedi-hawkins - Kix | Echo | Crosshair

🌸 @moonstrider9904 - Howzer

🌸 @photogirl894 - Hunter | Wrecker | Fives

🌸 @eyecandyeoz - Waxer

🌸 @arctrooper69 🎂- Tup | Rex | Gregor

🌸 @l-lend - Wolffe

🌸 @dragonrider9905 - Hardcase

🌸 @totallyunidentified - 99 | Cody

“I appreciate you coming with me, by the way, Tech. Herbalism isn’t for everyone.” You chuckle as you bend down to inspect some nearby plants, using a scanner to check their properties.

After some members of your group had fallen ill, you asked Tech, quite reluctantly, to accompany you in finding a remedy. With credits scarce, medicine wasn't readily available to any of you.

“I do believe our best choice is to go to Felucia and seek out some Nysillin,” he says, looking around as he follows you. “But you are welcome.”

“We don’t have the time to go all the way to Felucia,” you sigh. While you partly agreed with him, it would take at least three rotations to get there from your current location, and none of you knew if the illness would spread or worsen in the meantime.

You stand up, and the two of you continue walking through the dense foliage, the air humid and slightly sticky. “If you see any flowers, point them out to me.”

Tech adjusts his goggles, scanning the area meticulously. “Understood. Though I must point out that identifying medicinal plants without a proper botanical reference could be inefficient.”

“I know, but we have to try something,” you reply, keeping an eye out for any potential remedies.

Your reluctance to Tech coming with you was simply from a place of feeling, precisely, your feelings for him. He made you both nervous and giddy but you knew nothing would ever come from it. So, instead you just relished in the time alone with him.

A few minutes later, Tech halts, his attention fixed on a cluster of vibrant orchids nestled among the greenery. “There,” he points, “those orchids might have some medicinal properties.”

You walk over to the orchids, marveling at their beauty. “Good eye, Tech. These could be promising.” You carefully gather a few specimens, making sure not to damage the stems and petals. Tech goes ahead and takes your scanner, beginning to analyse their chemical composition.

You crouch down beside him, looking at the scanner, curiosity piqued. “Can you tell me anything about them?”

“It states here that orchids have been known to possess a variety of medicinal compounds. With any luck, these might help mitigate the symptoms the others are experiencing,” he explains. Truthfully, some of his words go in one ear and out the other because you can't help but quietly admire him.

He turns his gaze to you, his eyes curious. “Do you believe these orchids will suffice?”

You snap out of your reverie, clearing your throat and looking down at the pile of scattered petals. “O-Oh, of course,” you say swiftly, helping Tech gather some into his backpack carefully.

You look back at the orchids, the soft mix of pink and purple flowers filling your senses. “These are so beautiful. Seems a shame to pick them.”

Tech looks at the flower and thinks for a moment. “I suppose they are nice on the eyes, yes.”

The next few moments feel like a dream as you watch Tech pluck a small strand from the bush. Your skin grows warm as he takes a hold of your chin with his thumb and index finger, turning your head towards him. Breath catching in your throat, you watch as he brushes your hair behind your ear and tucks an orchid into it. “I hope this will suffice,” he says softly.

You blink at him, taken aback. Where had that come from? Had he hit his head? Your silence lingers, and Tech suddenly realises his gesture was nothing short of flirtatious. “We,” his voice squeaks adorably, and he quickly clears his throat, “we should head back to the ship.”

You nod, still processing what just happened. “Yes, of course.”

As you walk back to the ship, the orchid in your hair has you recalling back to Tech did. His gentle words, his lingering touch on your skin… it was lovely. Tech walks beside you this time rather than behind, his usual composed demeanor slightly rattled, and you can’t help but smile at the thought of the brilliant, logical man having a tender, spontaneous side. Just for you.

You steal a glance at Tech, and your eyes lock. He looks slightly flustered, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red. As the Marauder comes into sight, you decide to take a gamble and stop. “Tech?”

He stops too, looking at you with curiosity. “Yes?”

“Thank you for coming with me. I know I already said that before, but I really appreciate your help.” Your voice is soft, and your fingers fidget nervously behind your back. “And for the flower in my hair… it was sweet of you.”

Tech smiles, taking a step closer. “You asked for my help, and I gave it. There is nothing to thank me for,” he says. His eyes flicker to the orchid in your hair and then back to you. “I apologize if this is forward, but I have always secretly favoured orchids. Both for their medicinal properties and, as you said before, they are beautiful and…” He trails off, his fingers flexing as he takes a deep breath, “and so are you.”

Your heart feels like it might burst from your chest, and your eyes glisten with unshed tears at his sweet words. Does this mean he likes you back? The possibility makes your heart race. But it could just be Tech being straightforward, yet you had never seen or heard him act this way with anyone else.

“Really?” you ask, the question sounding silly instead of just thanking him.

“Yes.”

You realize that you both have stepped closer to each other, your chests almost touching as he gazes down at you with gentle eyes. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips, but he’s nervous, and truthfully, so are you. Tech isn’t easy to read sometimes, making it hard to decide if he wants to kiss you or not.

You can feel his ragged breath on your face, his posture straight and stiff. So, you take the lead, standing on your toes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You let it linger, smirking as you feel him take a sharp inhale of breath.

When you pull back, you gauge his reaction. He’s bewildered and quite in awe. Eventually, he breaks out into a grin, and reading the situation correctly, he places a hand on your cheek and slowly leans in. His nose brushes against yours, and his lips are about to meet yours until…

“Are you two back?” A voice calls from the ship, and you both jolt back, alarmed. You look to see Wrecker coming into view, rubbing his tired eyes. “Any luck?”

A wave of relief washes over you both, thankful that the intimate moment wasn’t fully interrupted, but both a little disappointed it didn’t happen. Tech gives you an apologetic look before following Wrecker, who retreats back inside.

That afternoon, you make a remedy with the orchids and hand cups to each of the batch, making sure they drink it all and monitoring their progress through the rest of the day. By the fourth hour, they are looking better than before, and you feel immense relief.

You and Tech don’t have time to speak about what happened that day, but when he is asleep in his bunk, you notice you still have some leftover petals. So, with a small thought, you retrieve his helmet and begin placing the flowers along the edges of the visor, scattering them along the top.

The next morning, your heart swells and you realise you’re completely smitten with him as you see Tech wearing his helmet, the cute still flowers adorning it. He doesn’t seem to mind them at all.

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how-serene · 3 months

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Really wish I could send from my sideblog but could I request Brahms Heelshire with the prompt 'are you here to kill me?' please?

You can take that in any direction you want, I love him so much, he's my dirty wall-lurking ratboy and I love it when he's cute but also unhinged lmao when I saw him in the tags of your requests post my eyes lit up like the 4th of July and I knew I had to give this a shot~

Hold On Tight, Love

Pairing - Brahms Heelshire x Neutral!Reader

Summary - Tired of waiting, Brahms finally makes contact with you.

Word Count - 1k+

Warnings - no use of y/n, brahms being a creep, non-con touching, he technically holds reader hostage

A/N - AGHH thank you for requesting him dear anon! I've been wanting to write for him for a while but wasn't sure on an idea. It's such a shame the actual actor had such little screentime. I hope I did your idea justice, enjoy <3.

Brahms balled his fists, steeling his nerves as he quietly approached your sleeping form. Even in the dark, he could still make out the faint outline of the comforter hugging your body. The floorboards were cold beneath his bare feet, as he continued to shuffle forwards. Outside, the wind howled, harshly blowing through the towering pine trees that surrounded the house. Their long branches clustered around the bedroom window, shielding a view of the stars splattered against a jet black sky.

The wooden floorboards creaked beneath his weight, yet they did not disturb you. Brahms' could feel his heart rattling within his ribcage, as he carefully kneeled beside the bed. Soft snores fell from your plush lips, as a heavy arm was slung over the porcelain doll. His viridescent eyes raked over your dozing form, watching as your chest slowly rose and fell.

Somehow, over the length of your short stay, this had become a nightly ritual for him. Watching as dreams danced through your head, masked behind your resting eyelids. You were at peace, the day’s tension temporarily falling away for the night

He sighed, leaning his cheek against the edge of the mattress.

You nuzzled further into the pillow, hand sliding forward to hang over the edge of the mattress. His breath hitched from the movement, wide eyes wandering over your outstretched arm. Your flesh was so tantalizing close to him now, almost as if your body had subconsciously reached out to him. His hand trembled, as his fingers creeped over the covers to hover over your curled fist. The urge to reach out and grasp onto your hand was nauseating. He had painfully waited, stayed hidden and out of sight for so long. Peering at you through cracks in the walls, and keyholes. Watching glimpses of your presence float through the house, unaware of his looming existence. If it weren’t for the echoes of your footfalls walking through the halls, he would have believed you to be a ghost. A fragment of imagination the house (and him) had conjured up out of loneliness. What if touching you revealed your existence to be nothing more than a dream, a phantasm he so desperately wanted to believe in?

A faint whisper left your lips, ineligible and gone before he could begin to decipher it. The longer he stared at you, he could feel the simmering ache, buried beneath years of solitude, bubble up to the surface.

‘What if…’ he pondered, hand timidly creeping over the cover. The pad of his index finger grazed over the skin, trailing up the bridge of your pinky. He shuddered, a wistful sigh escaping through his teeth. The edge of his nail dragged over the bumps of your knuckles, memorizing the interwoven lines embedded in the skin. He hummed quietly to himself, warmth pooling in his stomach from the sensation of your soft skin against his. Brahms absentmindedly watched as his fingertips danced and drifted over your hand, tracing faint shapes. His heart threatened to leap out of his throat, and present its pulsing, grotesque body onto the bed for you.

Brahms palm gently swept up your bare forearm, like a sculptor tracing the curves of its creation. Although, he never could have created you. You were radiance itself, something bright and warm in the otherwise desolate house. The stain of your shadow now forever resided in the halls and corridors. How could you expect him to keep his distance?

He must have been so caught up in his head, for the next thing he knew his hand was flung back.

“Who the fuck are you?” You demanded, distancing yourself from him. Brahms slowly rose from his position on the floor, watching your movements behind strands of disheveled brown curls that hung over his eyes. You leapt to the other side of the bed, arming yourself with a lamp that sat on your bedside table.

“It’s alright.” He assured, cautiously stepping around the bed. His voice cracked, the high pitched tone he dawned nearly slipping. “Please, everything’s alright.”

You pointed the lamp at him, a pathetic attempt to guard yourself. He cooed, false words of reassurance dripping from his lips like honey. Brahms sounded like a lover, uttering words of comfort to his lover after waking from a nightmare.

Even through your haze filled head, the adrenaline pumping through your veins was enough to alert you that you were far from safe.

“Put that down.” He ordered, voice dropping a few octaves. The veil was thinning, and becoming harder to wear the more you shied away from him.

You swung the lamp, throwing the shade off in the process. “Stay away from me.”

Brahms frantically shook his head. “Please, don’t ask me to do that.”

The lamp was hastily thrown at him, as you dodged his arms trying to swing around your frame. You climbed onto the bed, feet coming tangled with the disordered sheets in the dark room. He groaned, kicking the now broken object to the side.

Brahms wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You thrashed around in his secured hold, digging your elbow into his ribs. He groaned in discomfort, the pain only encouraging him to hold onto you tighter.

“Let me go!”

He maneuvered to sit on the bed, bringing you down with him to sit on his lap. His burly arms entrapped you, cradling your struggling figure against his chest.

“Dammit, who are you?” You asked again, eyes glancing up to meet his gaze. Your eyes swept over the porcelain like mask he wore, now being able to see it more properly up close. All movement ceased from you, as recognition flickered in your pupils. You peeked over at the undisturbed doll, peacefully resting against your pillow. The smooth, pale ceramic face eerily resembled the mask belonging to the strange man.

He swallowed, the sweet fruity scent of your shampoo blurring his surroundings. The tip of his nose bumped against your cheek, cool porcelain causing goosebumps to form on your skin. He inhaled, letting out a deep guttural groan as the citrusy aroma of oranges wafted into his nose. You grimaced, and pulled back from him.

“Are you…” You licked your lips, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the answer. “Are you Brahms?”

He nodded, cheek rubbing against the back of your hair. A beat of silence passed between you two.

“Are you here to kill me?” You quietly asked, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. He could feel you trembling, despite being pressed up against his warm, sweaty skin.

“No, no.” He soothed, beginning to rock you in his arms. “I could never do that.”

His fingertips dug into your skin, trying to comfort you.

The rest of the night was spent in Brahms iron steel hold, waiting anxiously for dawn to break through the line of branches covering the bedroom window. The doll, quiet and still as ever, watched as the night dragged on and on.

Endlessly.

#the boy 2016 #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #slashers #slasher x reader #oneshot

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thedbahub · 5 months

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Rethinking the 5 Non-Clustered Indexes Rule for Wide Data Warehouse Tables

Introduction Hey there, SQL Server enthusiasts! You’ve probably heard the age-old advice that having 5 non-clustered indexes per table is a good rule of thumb. But what happens when you’re dealing with those extra-wide data warehouse tables that have more than five columns that users frequently search on? Is this rule still applicable, or should we rethink our approach? In this article, we’ll…

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 25 days

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Overtime 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss, Mr. Hansen, runs you ragged but you find solace in an unexpected friend.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Jake Jensen.

Author’s Note: This one is dedicated to my dearest @thezombieprostitute

Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

The sudden gust and subsequent chaos across your desk has you reeling. You wheel back as you raise your hands defenslessly and watch everything scatter. Mr. Hansen’s jacket knocks over your fresh cup of coffee and your favourite ornament of a little ballerina kitten.

“My office now, critter.”

You wince again, this time because of the cruel name. You hate when he calls you that. You stand and pick up your boss’ jacket before it can get wet in the spilled coffee. You hang it on the rack in the corner beside your own and go back to sop up the mess with a wad of kleenex.

You have more down your tights and on your chair but it doesn’t matter. At least time, it wasn’t scalding tea. You gather up the rest of your things but leave them in an unsorted cluster. You know better than to keep him waiting.

As you flit around the desk, you notice a pair of watching eyes. You almost forgot about Jensen. He was so quiet messing with the printer that you didn’t even notice him. He frowns as he sits up and shuts the drawer.

“You alright?” He asks.

“Ahem, yea, thanks,” you try to smile but these days, it just isn’t easy.

He gives you a look. Sympathetic and something more. You’re too embarrassed to worry about that. More so, you’re too afraid to make Mr. Hansen even angrier. Clearly something is wrong and the days only just begun.

You approach his open office door. That’s a clear signal that he’s been waiting. You enter as one of your flats slips off your heel and claps loudly. You cringe as he stands at the window, glowering at the courtyard below. You like the green square. You go there to eat your lunches. When you get one.

“Tell me why my ex-wife insists on making me miserable?” He snarls.

He doesn’t want an answer. When he asks you things, he never does. It’s rhetorical. He often only speaks to hear himself and anyone else joining the conversation only gives him a target.

“I will get you your brown sugar espresso and croissant at once--”

“Fuck off!” He chops his hand in the air and faces you. “I didn’t just call you in here for you to feed my like some pet. Come here.”

He snaps his fingers and points to the chair across from his. You always hate the setup. The one behind his desk is tall and cushy and makes him look like a tyrannical king, whereas the one facing him is too low and made of the most uncomfortable acrylic. It doesn’t even have armrests.

“Take notes.”

You open up the notes app on your phone without hesitation. The smell of coffee wafter up from your stockings. You shift and focus on him.

“Melora, you ice cold cunt, it’s been two years since I left your dry ass. If you send your attorney to my house again, I will show up to yours with a crowbar. My dick feels good without frost bite, thank you very much. Your regretful ex-husband, Lloyd ‘Fuck You’ Hansen.” He snorts and shakes his head. “Fucking bitch.” You keep typing and he shakes his index at you, “not that part. Fuck. Oh, can you add the sick face emoji before you format that? Thanks, critter.”

You hit save and stand up, “would you like your coffee now?”

“Uh, sure, whatever. Make sure it’s hot. Oh, and you know what, I want that as a PDF before you forward it over to the former Mrs. Hansen. With letterhead.”

He shoos you and you gladly take the dismissal. You never were one for arguing and never dared to say a single spare word to your boss. You assume that’s why he keeps you around. You’re no extraordinary assistant, just obedient.

The tasks he gives you might not all be professional but as long as you get them done, you don’t get any trouble. You stride back out to your desk and stop short. Your things are all back where they belong and dry. Your cup is clean and rinsed out.

Who did that?

“Hey, uh, what kinda coffee do you take?” Jensen surprises you as he appears from around the corner.

“Jake, uh I mean, Mr. Jensen, did you do all this?”

“Ha, no one calls me mister but you,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry about it. Took like six seconds. I was just thinking, I’m going to make a run down to The Grind and maybe I could get you something fresh.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet. I... no, please don’t waste your time,” you wring your hands, your chewed up nails aching from your nervous habit. “I gotta go get Mr. Hansen’s breakfast.”

“Right,” he looks down and fixes his glasses, “well, I fixed that thing.” He nods to the printer, “shouldn’t eat anymore paper. I hope. You know, every tech bootcamp I’ve gone through and they never teach you about printers. I swear, they defy the laws of the universe.”

You show your teeth in a half-smile. That’s silly. He grins proudly.

“I didn’t mention, I... like that bow in your hair. It’s cute. Matches your little kitty.”

You peek down at the figurine of the calico doing a pirouette. You blush. You only wish you were that dainty. You feel gawkish with the way you seem to loom over everyone else, yet somehow feel tiny at the same time.

“Thanks. That’s... please don’t feel sorry for me. He’s not that bad and it’s my job,” you shrug.

“Feel sorry? No, I’m just... being nice. Well, maybe another time. For the coffee,” he says. “Unless, I could go with you on your run?”

“Uh, that’s-- you’re busy. Mr. Hansen only like Esther’s.”

“Esther’s?” He exclaims as his eyes bulge behind his frameless lenses, “that’s all the way across town.”

“I know some shortcuts,” you assure him as you bend to retrieve your purse from under your desk and drop your phone in. “Anyway, thanks for fixing the printer. I gotta go before he catches me dawdling.”

“Right. Guess I should get to accounting. Guess they had a server crash and some stuff got lost. See ya round.”

“Sure,” you agree. You don’t see too many people around. They avoid Hansen and more often, you’re running around at his beck and call.

#lloyd hansen #jake jensen #dark lloyd hansen #dark jake jensen #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #series #drabble #overtime #the gray man #the losers #au

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s1ater · 2 years

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butting heads.

pairings. lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

about. you’re jumped and refuse to tell lorenzo what happened.

warning. foul language, a lil violence

ricky is typing… louis is my current obsession. also tried to dye my hair brown and it turned ginger 💀💀💀💀 fml

“who hit you?”

oh, boy.

“doesn’t matter,” you push not only his hands away, but the entirety of his hovering body before this situation could escalate anymore than it had just by him seeing you.

“no,” he shakes his head, turning on the heal of his foot to follow you. “no, what the fuck happened?”

“lo, calm the fuck down.”

he clenched his jaw to the retaliation and sourness in your voice. he rolled his neck in a circle, his head tipped toward the ceiling, refraining himself from blowing up on you.

she’s just mad.

he grabs your arm before you can walk too much farther, pulling you till you were pressed against one of the walls of your room, “you got a bruise on your cheekbone,” he presses the side of his index finger against the dark coloration, almost making you wince. “one right here,” he presses lightly against your jaw, “and blood here,” and then his thumb against the corner of your mouth.

his voice was as quiet as it could get, till; “so don’t tell me to calm the fuck down when you look like you’ve gotten into a pub fight and someone tried to kill you.”

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from squirming in the tight spot lorenzo had you in.

he continues to look down on you with prying and hard eyes, waiting for you to speak while his fingers still lightly hovered over the tender-bruising flesh of your face.

“act like you’ve never been hit before,” you move from beneath his body somehow, making your way to your dresser.

“but i tell you,” his voice was only getting more aggravated as you protested from saying the truth.“so why don’t you stop being a prude and let out what happened.”

“why do you care?” you’re pulling on one of your sweaters over your head, pressing your lips together immediately in a hard fine line in your own regret to your question.

oh, he was about to pull his hair out of his head, “i’m beginning to ask myself the same thing,” he stares at you, waiting for you to look back at him and when you finally do, it’s so you can watch him walk out.

“well it’s nice to see your beautiful shining face this morning,” blaise is all smiles the moment you sit down across the table from him, his eyes profiling every bit of your still freshly beaten features.

he seems to be the only one not devastated.

“dear god,” theodore’s face scrunches in shock as he gets a look at you from the side. “what happened to you?”

“piss off.”

“well!” blaise grins harder, “face matches the attitude for once.”

they sound like hounds when suddenly laughing, making your mood decline even more.

“alright, what happened to ‘er?” draco’s lips are jerked into a smirk as he leans further against the table, trying to look at enzo through blaise. “you didn’t hit her, ole’ boy, did you?”

lorenzo is far from amused. this kills your own bad mood to the realization of him staring at you, almost angered looking.

“i don’t know,” he barely opens his mouth to say it. “why would i know?” his harsh stare is still directed on you. “no reason to care.”

the amusement is killed immediately by his ill-mannered tone and the only distinct sound is the clustered talking of your fellow classmates around the hall. the tension is a thick warmth that they can all suddenly feel with discomfort.

you bite your tongue till you could taste blood. the metallic relish almost overpowered the barging stares.

“alright,” theodore coughs awkwardly from beside you, shifting so he’s angled directly to you. “you got your face beaten in, who did it?”

oh lorenzo would be so mad if you said it now. if you would say it to theodore, but not him.

“face beaten? that bad, huh?” you wince hard at the sound of pansy’s voice calling out from behind you. “i fucking hate those ravenclaw girls. they hate when they can’t have what you have.”

she slides in nonchalantly on the other side of you, continuing to speak without a problem, “you sure know how to pick ‘em, enzo.”

“what?” he watches her begin to examine the bruises and cuts on your face with a calm stare before overlooking the the food laid out on the table.

his eyebrows were pulled high, caught off guard to her sour statement.

“every ravenclaw girl you have ever touched, jumped your girlfriend in the washroom because your dick was that good,” she’s pulling apart food now, lightly stuffing her face as she continues to answer. “held her down-“

you got up before you could hear another word from her mouth. it’d be like reliving it to hear it from her. lorenzo looks between the both of you agitatedly, not knowing if to follow or listen. pansy raises her brows to the fact he hadn't moved.

“y/n,” he follows.

he attempts to pace fast after you from the other side of the table, a feeling of despair in his chest in the thought that this was really his fault.

“y/n,” he’s on your tail, close to grabbing you but you kept treading as fast as you could. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“think about it, lorenzo, why would i?” your finger nails press hard in and out into the palm of your hand. “it’s bound to happen with the number of girls on your track record.”

“okay,” he bites his tongue at the foul tasting sentence. “y/n, can you just slow down and talk to me?”

“what do you want to talk about?” you didn’t slow.

“will you please-“ he finally grabs your arm, practically yanking you back to stop and face him. “i need you to look at me and i need you to tell me why you wouldn’t tell me what happened to you.”

“how am i supposed to tell you that?” you look at him dumbfounded. he could tell you were still angry, or frustrated, or whatever it was you were feeling.

“i’m supposed to protect you, y/n” his eyes thin out into a squint as if shocked you didn't assume this. “i can’t do that when you don’t talk to me.”

“protect me, lorenzo? i don’t need to be protected. they’re teenage girls for god sake; you pull their hair and they cry.”

he almost laughs at your sour tone, wondering if that was the case for you. he doubted it, you wouldn't be caught dead with tears.

“still, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

he was starting to sound like a broken record, his own words were becoming annoying to him.

“because it’s embarrassing, alright? i feel embarrassed.”

maybe you did cry. you looked stressed, like you could be knocked to your feet at any moment from how unbalanced you were in the head.

"are you gonna feel good about telling me you got jumped in the washroom and didn't get the chance to fight back?"

he looks annoyed at your trap question. he was trying so hard to be nice, to just listen and offer what he could. but his patience was running thin and you could tell by the tint in his eyes. he didn't even care for the distraught look in your eyes anymore.

"fine," he turned his head to the side, poking his tongue into the base of his cheek. "fine, baby. you wanna be like that, that's fine. i don't really care anymore. as long as your fine and you don't care, i don't care."

this was a lose-lose situation. it always was when the two of you would butt heads. you both were stubborn and easily annoyed.

lorenzo raised his hands like waving a white flag, giving up. he started to walk away now and all you could do was watch—again.

“lorenzo, it’s been awhile,” a girl with dark brown hair straddled the bench to the slytherin table, almost sitting in his lap with a glint in her eye that made all of his friends frown. “we haven’t talked like you said.”

there’s a visible tenseness in him the moment she started speaking. his chewing came to a hault as well as any visible breathing. he’s not sure what he should do, he can’t think, but he doesn’t dare look at her.

it had been two days since lorenzo gave up on trying to comfort you and it was dreadful, for everyone. tension had been higher than usual and they would barely see the two of you in the same room without their being some kind of tightness in the air.

“i uh, i met your girlfriend.”

blaise looks to theodore who’s closely speculated on lorenzo and what he’ll say, what he’ll do. he sees the furrow that forms in enzo’s brow, the annoyance and even anger that dilates his eyes to the sound of her sentence—he realizes.

blaise now looks draco now, who looks back. this could go so many ways.

“my girlfriend?” his brow arches. this is what got him to look at her.

“yeah,” she smiles, he took the bait. she now takes it as cue to reach out to him, to make contact by pressing her fingers against his green tie. he feels a slight pull as she pinches the sleek fabric between her finger tips, attempting to subtly bring him closer. “she’s so darling.”

taunt.

“she tell you that we spoke, lo?”

“i didn’t have to.”

suddenly she’s on her ass with your hand wrapped around her hair, yelping like a kicked dog, “now fuck off.”

“now you’re acting all tough,” she struggles to her feet. “that wasn’t the case the last time i saw you.”

“maybe because you don’t have five other girls sniffing your ass and commands.”

she smiles, “sure, or maybe you’re just-“

you punch her straight in the nose, making her cry out fast.

“oh, jesus,” lorenzo grabs you by your arm, pulling you close to him as he marched you straight out the dining hall. “i thought you didn’t care.”

“fuck you, jackass, i don’t appreciate it when other girls are practically on my boyfriend’s dick,” you’re still pressed hard into his side as he lets out a loud laugh.

you wrench yourself from his side once out of the dining hall. you’re now walking backwards as you grab onto his tie, yanking on it, “grabbing his clothes and calling him something she shouldn’t be calling him.”

he’s grinning cheek to cheek at your angry rambling.

“fuck you.”

“yeah baby, tell me how you really feel,” he presses his tongue against the base of his teeth, watching the way you look at him with everything but hate now.

“i think you know how i feel.”

“yeah,” his lips prick into a smirk as he now grabs you, pulling you back into him. “you’re pretty when you’re mad.”

“is that right?” you’re wiggling in his grasp, now turning so you’re facing him. “i like when you talk to me nice.”

he scoffs, “you’re a brat,” but he still looks highly amused. “next time one of those girls come near you, tell me-“

“what, you gonna save me?”

“always.”

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“Seasalt, Sun, and Someone You Love”

Dabi/Touya x Female Reader

word count: 5,000+

(You and Touya enjoy a little weekend getaway at the beach.)

tags: 18+ content! minors dni! Celebrating the 3 year anniversary of my “A Storm Pairs Well With A Cerulean Gaze” series, soft touya, reader is fed, slight finger sucking, size difference, smut at the end, showering together/shower sex, aftercare.

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The water lapped, slow and gentle, along the shore, clustered constellations of shells scattered across wet sand, gulls cawing as they soared over the horizon in search of their next opportunity to feast. It was the perfect day for the beach, an azure sky painted with fluffy white clouds far off in the distance to border the sea, the ocean’s breeze kissing your warm skin as you lay beneath the afternoon sun.

Touya was perched under the umbrella, choosing to bask in its shade while lounging back in one of the chairs you two had carried over from the quaint little Airbnb you’d rented for the weekend, the bungalow sitting just one block off the shore.

You’d tried to coax him into the sun a couple of times but he’d just tugged down his shades, looking at you with all that bright sapphire blue, and said something about how the UV index this time of year wasn’t good for his tattoos. You’d actually been surprised with how serious he’d been about applying sunscreen beforehand, though with all the pale skin that hosted the inky artistry, you figured he had a couple reasons to want to stay protected.

And, truthfully, Touya had never been an avid beach-goer. To him, big bodies of water were really only good for one thing, and he’d left that singular, dark purpose back in his old life— in Dabi’s life. The one he swore he’d walk away from for good once he’d gotten a chance to escape it with you.

You’d practically had to beg him to take you down to the shore, or to tag along at all, since him and the height of summer didn’t often mix very well for several reasons. But you’d promised to make sure you guys would have an umbrella, and sunscreen, and that you didn’t have to stay for the entire day like most of the visiting tourists tended to do.

“Plus…” you’d attempted to entice him, “I just bought a new bikini and I really wanna wear it before the summer’s over…” It was baby blue, and if you knew one thing about Touya, it was that seeing you wearing his favorite color undeniably did something for him.

You’d been laying out on your beach towel for a while, napping under the sun, turning over every so often and peeking your eyes open to catch Touya staring at you in that cute new bathing suit.

Sometimes he’d try and act like he hadn’t been looking, quickly flicking his gaze to the rolling waves and taking another sip of his beer, maybe turning the page of the beat up old paperback he’d brought along with him for good measure. Other times he’d hold your gaze as it peered over your heart-shaped shades, one corner of his lips quirking up into a smirk that told you he was wishing you two weren’t out in public right now for reasons you were far too familiar with.

“Babe, c’mon,” he eventually beckoned you. “You’ve been out there for like an hour now. Why don’t you come and get something to eat? Cool off a bit?” Slowly, and only slightly reluctantly, you obeyed, pushing up from your soft resting place among the sand to saunter under the umbrella and join him in the shade.

“Here—” He reached into the little pull-along cooler you’d carted down the block and grabbed a bottle of water for you, handing over the ice cold beverage before urging you to take a seat on the towel spread out on the sand in front of his chair. You got down two big gulps of the water, refreshed by its chill and the veil of shade you now sat under, before you heard the telltale popping of the cap on a tube of sunscreen.

“Sit still,” Touya muttered as you glanced over your shoulder at him, a dollop of the lotion already in his palm. He began to rub the sunscreen into your back, massaging it into your shoulders and spreading it down your arms, slipping his long, warm fingers beneath the dainty strings of your bathing suit to make sure not a single inch of your precious flesh was missed.

“I already put some on before we left this morning,” you reminded him through a bit of a whine, about halfway done with your water now and starting to feel your stomach rumble, needing something more substantial to make up for all the energy the sun had stolen from you.

“Yeah, but that was this morning,” he grumbled, his touch making you flinch slightly as he reached your lower back, one of his hands hosting cold fingers from where it had been gripping his drink. “Trust me, babe. You’ll thank me tomorrow when you don’t wake up feeling like your skin is sandpaper from the burn.”

You sat patiently until Touya finished applying your sunscreen, having also finished the last of your water bottle by the time he was done, and then returned to the beach chair next to him as you’d originally planned.

You unzipped the lunch pack and pulled out two sandwiches, passing one to Touya, the one doused in extra-spicy hot sauce (you didn’t even have to guess which one was which despite them being almost exactly the same as his was a vibrant orange color around the edges where the hot sauce had soaked into the crust of the bread), as well as a container with the honeyed peaches you’d prepared the night before. You both kept your meals close to your chests as you ate, already feeling the eager gaze of hungry seagulls locking in on your food as they began to circle overhead.

“Ah, man…” you eventually whined after digging through the additional contents of the lunch bag again. “I think I forgot the napkins…” Now, once you ate the peaches (because you’d also somehow forgotten the forks, too) your hands would end up all sticky and slippery, collecting grains of sand that felt impossible to get rid of no matter how many times you brushed your hands together or wiped them on one of the towels.

“Guess you could go rinse ‘em off in the ocean,” Touya suggested. But then, as you continued to pout, staring down at your share of the fruit as if wishing you could will it to float into your mouth on its own accord, Touya wiped his spicy fingers off on the cleanest-looking edge of one of the towels and plucked up the container of peaches from your lap. Your mouth was already halfway to asking what he was doing before he held a glistening amber sliver between his thumb and forefinger and urged you to open your mouth for him.

As you let him feed you, lowering your head a fraction to where his hand was offering the morsel as his elbow rested on the arm of the chair, you looked up at him through your lashes, savoring the way the salt of his skin mingled with the sweetness of the peaches as you took both into your mouth, even going so far as to shyly, teasingly, suck the sugary juices from his fingers on the last bite.

You didn’t miss the way he was clenching his jaw, clearing his throat to suppress a moan as the sight of you, at the way your tongue felt curling around his long, slender digits, making them even wetter and stickier than before.

You flashed him a coy little grin before leaning over to place a peck to his cheek, knowing full well how much you’d gotten him worked up from that little stunt alone. That was ok though. He’d get you back later tonight once you two found yourselves in the comfort of your private little bungalow.

Touya narrowed his eyes at you playfully and said under his breath, in a voice low enough to be a whisper, “You are so…” but didn’t seem intent on finishing that sentence when you slid your shades back onto your nose and grabbed his hand, clasping your fingers with his, and casting him a mischievous side glance as you leaned back in your chair and pretended you were in the mood for another catnap.

Touya flipped up the armrests on the chairs that were in between you two, leaving no barrier and allowing him to sling his arm around your shoulders and tug you closer to his side, your chairs so close together they practically became a bench.

Now you really could fall asleep again, lulled by a satisfyingly full stomach and all the warmth that enveloped you, the natural scent of Touya’s skin mixed with sunscreen and seasalt and spices left over from lunch all mixing in the air around you.

Another peaceful hour passed, you resting comfortably against Touya while he read a few more chapters of his book, just listening to the rolling ocean waves and the steady beating of his heart, soothed by the slow rise and fall of his chest.

But Touya knew it was only a matter of time until you wanted another change of pace. You had yet to go into the ocean and he knew there was no way he was letting you wade in alone, inevitably dragged in after you to make sure you didn’t wander too deep and get swept away by any strong current, as well as to make sure every set of eyes that landed on you and your cute little bathing suit knew that you were taken— you were his— so they better not get any ideas about approaching and attempting to make any flirtatious smalltalk.

When you began to stir and asked him with a tinge of sleepiness to your tone, “Wanna go for a walk?” Touya was just relieved he still had a little more time before he had to face the sea.

“You wanna go for a walk?” he asked you in return, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right, and once you gave him a cute little smile and a nod he marked his page, closed his book, and stood to help you to your feet where you stumbled a little as the sand shifted beneath your step.

Before you could fully lure him out into the sun, he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder at your various backpacks and bags and asked, “Is our stuff gonna be ok just left unattended like that?”

You told him it would be fine, that there were plenty of other people around to look out for it, and plus, you hadn’t brought anything too valuable along anyway. Even so, Touya hesitated. He’d lived so long in the worst parts of town, used to the fact that if anything even remotely worth stealing or selling was left just laying around it would be swiped within five minutes and gone for good. Sometimes he had to remind himself (or, more often than not, you had to remind him) that he didn’t live like that anymore.

Not only did you two now live in a safe, clean part of the city, but here, now, on this vacation, it wasn’t likely very many desperate criminals were skulking around looking for trouble. Not in the height of the season with crowds so dense it sometimes became hard to maneuver through them.

“C’mon,” you beckoned him, reaching for his hand and feeling a little lighter once he took it, allowing you to begin leading him away from his post of guarding your belongings. “We don’t have to go very far. There’s just a nice breeze right now and I wanna take a closer look at the water.”

As you strolled along you tried to tune out the excited screams of playing children and instead focus on the tranquil lull of the waves, pointing out sea shells that had washed ashore that you liked and gasping when you turned around one time only to see Touya holding up the abandoned, prehistoric husk of a horseshoe crab, every stretch of sand breaking way to a new bout of nature’s treasures.

Before he even had time to realize it, Dabi had found himself wading into the ocean up to his knees, you having lured him towards the water’s edge. You’d said you didn’t want to go in too far, the fear of possibly encountering a shark or any other sea creatures too scary to even consider, but against Touya’s initial feelings on the matter, he ended up scooping you up and running out further into the deep with you. Far enough away to grant the two of you a little bit of privacy from the other sea-going strangers, at least.

“Touya, no!” you shrieked once your body was nearly fully submerged, squeezing your eyes shut as if not seeing all that shimmering blue would make your fear less intense, you and him some of the few brave enough to venture this far out. Though, seeing as you’d been the one dragged out into the swaying, salty waves after all, you could hardly consider yourself brave in this instance…

“It’s ok, baby,” Touya said, and you could hear the way he was smirking in his tone, confidence and mischief colliding. Your grip around him tightened, hands clasped behind his neck as you tried to press yourself closer to his body as if allowing any room between the two of you would result in being whisked away by a rip current. “I got’cha.”

Finally, once you’d gained enough courage to open your eyes, Touya felt you relax a little. Glancing behind you at the shore, you could still see the amalgamation of people going about their business— children chasing each other and building sand castles while their parents tried to lounge under candy-striped umbrellas, a group of high schoolers playing volleyball further back on the sand, a man pulling along a cooler on wheels and shouting about ice cream, his enthusiastic calls just barely reaching your ears this far out.

“See?” he said, nudging his nose against your cheek. “Not so scary, is it?”

You shot him a look that you meant to be unamused, but he only took as adorable, letting out a light chuckle as he pressed a gentle kiss to your warm, damp forehead, readjusting his grip under your thighs to make sure he could still hold you securely as your feet likely wouldn’t reach the bottom if he let you go.

The two of you took a moment to stare out at the open water stretching on towards the glittering horizon for a bit, the chaos of the shore fading away in your soundscape until it felt like it was just you and Touya and the entire ocean to yourselves.

You could feel the vastness, like liquid infinity. You could feel the steady drumming of Touya’s heart as your sun-kissed skin turned cool under the water against his chest. But Touya’s hands, even beneath the salty waves, remained warm, or at least warmer than your skin felt where they touched you. Those hands were your own little piece of eternal summer.

After a while, the lifeguard with the glossy blonde waves blew his whistle, calling both of your attention and forcing you back to shore as he waved you towards the beach. When the water reached your waist Touya let you walk on your own, though kept his fingers intertwined with yours all the way back to where your towels and chairs awaited your return beneath the shifting shade of the umbrella.

Touya went to check your things, make sure everything was still there, and you resisted the urge to tell him you told him so once he’d confirmed that everything was, in fact, just as you’d left it.

Sunset was only a couple hours away now and, while you would’ve stayed there with him until dark, until the moonlight turned the waves from clear aquamarine to shining silver, the fact that dinner time was quickly approaching and you two were out of the food you’d packed, you figured it was probably time to call it a day and head back to the bungalow to shower off and get cozy before prepping the night’s meal together.

Touya did most of the heavy lifting when it came to carrying your things, but you tried your best to do your part too. Luckily the Airbnb wasn’t far, and as you two laughed about the flock of seagulls you’d seen swarm a group of teenagers on your way off the beach it helped pass the time it took to walk back even faster.

“If I were the kid with the freckles,” you said through a giggle, “I would’ve thrown that sandwich as far away from me as I could. The birds can have it!”

“Yeah, well, I think he tried that,” Touya recalled, also laughing a bit, “but it hit his friend with the spiky blonde hair in the face and then they all started swarming him instead.”

“Oh, yeah!” you said, bursting out in a fit of laughter again just by reimagining it. “Oh my god, he was so mad! He started screaming so loud at his friend we could practically hear him all the way down the block!”

You were laughing so hard you nearly dropped the backpack cooler you had slung over one shoulder, its weight pitching you forward a little and almost causing you to fall, but Touya quickly threw one of his lanky arms around your waist to help right your stance, readjusting the backpack over your shoulder before you continued on.

“Anyway,” you told him, wearing one of those bright smiles that filled him with more love and warmth than any summer day, “thanks for coming here with me. I had a lot of fun!”

Touya smiled, soft and genuine, and replied, “Of course, baby. I had fun, too.”

Once you two reached the bungalow you were relieved to unload all the supplies you were carrying, letting out a sigh of exhaustion now that you both felt significantly lighter.

“I call the shower first!” you declared, but Touya caught your wrist before you could take even another step closer to the bathroom. Confused, you looked up at him and started to say, “What’s wrong?” but only got about half of the first word out before his mouth found yours and his tongue was coaxing your lips apart for him to get a better taste of you, the dam that had been holding back all his desire for you today reaching its breaking point.

Melting into his kiss, you felt Touya’s grasp on your wrist loosen, though only long enough for him to tug you in closer by your hips.

Once he broke away, leaving you breathless, the glowing sapphire in his gaze had been reduced to thin rings encircling his dilated pupils, so much wanting flowing through them like a flood. Then he murmured, low and sultry, “What? You mean you don’t want me to join you?”

You felt that familiar jolt of warmth roll over inside of you, causing your next shallow breath to catch before you swallowed hard and agreed, “Ok… Yeah… Together then…”

Touya led you by the hand into the bathroom, testing the temperature of the water until it felt just right, then stepped into the shower so he could help you in after him. He let the water run over you both, drenching you from head to toe, chasing away the sand and the salt, before pressing your back against the cold tile running up the wall, causing you to gasp and flinch as he leaned in for another kiss, this one a little rougher than the last.

His hands began their careful, meticulous charting of your body, playing with the thin strings of your bikini bottoms before tugging the bows loose and letting the soggy spandex fall to the floor, kicking it towards the back of the shower as his fingers began their slow journey down the planes of your figure, gliding over the curve of your tummy, traveling lower, and beginning to tease at your slick folds, sliding two fingers between the petals of you and pulling a breathy moan from your lungs as the rough pads of them ghosted over your sensitive, needy little bundle of nerves.

Your hips tried to rock and buck into his hand, chasing the promise of pleasure you knew those fingers could give you with only a little more pressure, but Touya pulled away just enough to tease you as he gave a sinisterly playful little taunt of, “Ah-ah-ah. Patience, baby. Promise I’ll make it worth the wait.”

“Promise?” you pressed, the word coming out as a pathetic little whine.

“Of course…” he assured you, once again continuing his slow and steady ministrations, his lips now leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder. As he slipped one long, slender finger into your fluttering little hole, he murmured in your ear, “Don’t I always?”

Your answer to that question came out as a high, clipped moan, your silky walls attempting to pull his finger in even deeper, craving something bigger and longer to fill you up. One finger became two, Touya skillfully massaging your insides and curling against that spot deep inside of you that had your stomach clenching and your legs starting to shake, making you fear you’d soon be in need of assistance when it came to supporting your own weight.

“Touya—!” you gasped, clutching his shoulders. With just his fingers alone he could torture you in the most delicious, addicting ways. It was so easy to forget these were once the hands of a criminal, the hands of an arsonist, the hands of a killer. The way you bent and arched under his touch, the beautiful sounds he pulled from your pretty little mouth, every time he touched you like this it felt like Touya was proving to himself over and over again that he’d changed. That he’d been able to leave the past behind.

Because how long had it been now since he’d tasted bitter ash and the metallic tang of someone else’s blood on his tongue, smelled death wafting through the air as his silhouette was framed against the roaring flames he’d conjured with the strike of a match and the absence of remorse?

Long enough that it almost felt like a different lifetime.

Long enough that he didn’t miss that side of himself anymore.

Because why did he need to rely on Dabi to bring him some sense of sick satisfaction when he had you, his sweet, perfect little angel who’d pulled him from so much fear and hurt and darkness?

“Please, Touya—” you continued to beg as he watched you with that half-lidded gaze. Enraptured. Entranced. In complete control. “I need—” You bit your lip as you felt his hard length pressing up against your hip through the thin material of his swim trunks, Touya rutting up against you as some threads of that control frayed and began to unravel.

“Yeah?” he baited, voice low and even as his fingers continued their overstimulation of your slick sex. “You need what?” His breathing was starting to come out in uneven puffs, exhales stuttering as he grinded his clothed cock harder against you, a dull imitation of pleasure that could never even come close to what your cunt would grant him.

He loved to do this to you. Make you say it. Loved to hear the way your voice broke with humiliation and desperation as you told him just how badly you needed his cock inside of you like those were the only words you knew, the only words that mattered to you.

And it would only be after you spoke those words that he’d give you what he already knew you so desperately wanted.

You knew the rules of the game just as well as he did. Sometimes you’d try and cheat. You’d try and find some loophole or blindspot even though Touya almost always ended up three steps ahead of you. Today though…

Today you were only interested in doing whatever it took for you to win.

“I need your cock, Touya— I need—” But he was already acting before you’d even finished telling him exactly what he wanted to hear, grabbing the back of your thigh, hitching your leg up over his hip, you trying your best to hook your knee around him to gain any sense of purchase, but you needn’t have worried. Just like carrying your things back from the beach, Touya would lend you the extra strength that you lacked if you started to struggle.

Pulling down his swim trunks and tossing them towards the back of the shower to join your bathing suit bottoms, Touya slid his velvety cock between your silky folds, biting his bottom lip as he groaned out a clipped, “Oh, god, baby— Feels so good—” your sweet moans harmonizing with the rough edges of his voice.

You could already feel your legs shaking, your grip on him slipping a little as the warm water continued to wash over your bodies. Hitching your leg up a little higher, Touya lined himself up with your tight little entrance, nudging the tip in and feeling himself flood with that familiar euphoria that only you could give him. Your little nails were digging into his back, fighting the urge to writhe as he slid further in, inch by inch, his free hand lending support against your lower back as he helped keep you upright, able to move and position you in any which way he pleased.

Once he was fully inside he took a moment to let you adjust to the sweet sting of the stretch, his lips pressing tender kisses to your neck and the underside of your jaw, his body caging yours, radiating heat, a stark contrast against the cool tiles your back was pressed against. Right before he prepared to start moving, he reached the hand at your back upwards and tugged at the strings of your top, leaving you both vulnerable and bare to each other, all the different pieces tangled together in a pile of blue now.

His hips began to roll, slow and controlled, his grip on your thigh and back becoming harsher the quicker his pace grew, likely leaving bruises there in the shape of his fingertips, periwinkles and lilacs and navies, so many shades of blue, as if trying to brand the color into the very fiber of your being.

“Touya—” you gasped, feeling yourself getting close, fearing you’d soon lose the rest of your dwindling ability to stand. “‘M gonna—!”

But then you were coming undone, holding onto him for dear life, the anchor that made sure you wouldn’t drift too far out to sea, Touya’s hold on you a sure, steady thing as he gave the next few thrusts he needed to meet you at your peak, biting back his own whines and moans until he just couldn’t contain them any longer, throwing his head back as he filled you with more of his sticky, molten warmth.

Slowly, carefully, after he pulled out of you, he helped lower you down to the shower floor along with him, keeping you as close as he could, letting you lean back to rest against his chest as you both caught your breath, his fingers tracing light, abstract patterns on your hip as you felt the rhythm of his heart against your back, your head resting in the crook of his neck, feeling like you could close your eyes and just float away.

But once Touya was able to regain some of his senses he knew he still had to make sure you both got clean, so he helped you back to your feet once you felt like you could stand and washed your hair for you. He lightly scrubbed all the salt and sand from your body, his hands never more gentle than when his intention was to care for you, his most precious girl in the entire world. Your little hands helped work shampoo into his own inky locks as he bowed his head to you, the usually gravity defying spikes now sticking flat against his forehead and the back of his neck, a silent reminder that only you got to see him like this.

Once the two of you were clean and wrapped up in fluffy towels, Touya insisting on drying you off once you stepped out of the steamy room, helping you change into your comfy clothes, which consisted of your favorite cotton sleep shorts and one of his big t-shirts that was branded with a metal band he liked, the soft fabric smelling of him, the two of you headed back out into the kitchen to begin prepping dinner.

You’d been teaching Touya more recipes lately and it was fun to cook together. It was becoming a part of your normal daily routines. While you waited, you sat out on the back deck together, the mouth watering aromas drifting out through the crack you’d left open in the sliding glass doors, and you watched as the sun set on yet another day you’d been lucky enough to spend together.

“Oh, I almost forgot…” Touya suddenly said, reaching into the pocket of his pullover hoodie and holding something in the palm of his closed fist. You leaned closer to him, curious, and he opened his hand to show you what he had. “When I saw this on the beach earlier it made me think of you, so I grabbed it.”

Touya placed a piece of sea-glass, turquoise and vaguely heart-shaped, into your little palm, your fingers loosely closing around its water-smoothed edges.

“Thank you, Touya,” you cooed, leaning over to press another gentle peck to his cheek. “I love it.” But no matter how many little treasures or trinkets Touya could collect, the fact that you got to share moments like this was the thing you cherished most of all.

***

(Hello and thank you so much for reading! The three year anniversary of the original series in which this fic is set is today and just last week was three years since I began writing and sharing my fanfics, so I want to take this time to give everyone who’s read and supported my work a huge thank you!! Your nice comments really mean a lot to me and if you regularly like things on tumblr or leave comments on ao3 know I notice you in my notifications and it makes me very happy when I see your usernames <3

Anyway, this was just a short lil something but I have a couple more little date fic ideas for this AU that will be coming in the future. I’m actually going to be getting really busy this year with a lot of new life changes, so while the frequency at which I post fics might be a little bit less for a while, please be patient with me while I catch my bearings lol.

I love writing in the fanfic community. I love reading in the fanfic community. I love all the fic writers and fic readers and being a part of all of this has brought me joys that I can’t even begin to accurately articulate. So, again, I just wanted to give another big thank you for all the support over these last three years. Here’s to many more! <3)

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Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Y/n Itadori

Character Profile

note: the appearance is entirely up to you, while I do not rlly describe yn's appearance that much, this is what I usually imagine what she looks like when I write, again, she could look like however you want to, this is only for those who wants to see her more yuuji-like or see her as someone else

Name: Y/n Itadori

Age: 15

Appearance:

Eye Color: Yellow with multiple red rings within them

Hair Color: H/c

Height: 5’4”

Skin Color: a bit tan to tan

Uniform: Her usual Jujutsu Tech uniform consists of an asymmetrical white jacket with high collars and pins on the left side engraved with the school logo, paired with navy blue pants that had a loose, almost flowing quality to them and brown shoes.

(PHOTO JUST FOR REFERENCE)

Abilities:

Enhanced Smell: Y/n primarily differentiates others (humans, animals, and curses) through smell. She could also smell the residuals curses leave after using its cursed technique.

Control: Y/n holds the power to directly control her inferiors. This "brainwashing" ability works on any being — from humans to animals, to curses.

Victims subsequently lose their memory of anything that happened immediately before they were put under control, and of anything they did while being controlled.

Curses under her control would be kept “inside her” and could summon them anytime she wants. When summoning them, curses are seen to crawl out of her back no matter how large they are. Curses could crawl out of any part of her body but the back is much easier. Does this damage her clothes? (no, curses have ghostlike qualities before they are fully manifested)

Y/n can borrow the power of her victims under her control. Even deceased individuals she controlled in this manner. (drawbacks would be fatigue and in some cases blood lost, especially when that victim’s power involves weapons coming out of their body)

Y/n can control individuals outright as well as warp their personalities in subtle ways.

She borrows the hearing of rats, birds and other small animals she controls to hear conversations.

She uses these small animals to travel around. These small animals can then cluster together to form the shape of a human and thus allow for Y/n to be transported to that location almost instantly.

Force Manipulation: Y/n has been shown to offensively manipulate an invisible force in a variety of ways. This force can be used to damage her weak targets.

She has been shown to inflict damage by projecting an invisible force to targets she points at with her index finger. She usually says "Bang!" while using this ability.

Curse modification: Y/n could command other curses to consume curses in order to modify them at her will. This could strengthen it, increasing its cursed energy. She could also modify its appearance and ability as long as she has the specific curse.

Cursed Energy Suppressor: Y/n originally possesses low cursed energy, a trait that distinguishes her from most jujutsu sorcerers. Her abilities primarily stem from her devil powers carried over from her past life as Makima, though they do utilize both cursed techniques and cursed energy to function. However, the majority of her power is derived from her devil abilities rather than her cursed energy.

When Y/n uses her cursed technique on a being, she leaves behind a faint trace of cursed energy on her target. These traces are so subtle and weak that they are almost imperceptible, making it extremely difficult for anyone, even the most skilled sorcerers, to detect or track her through them. This makes her control abilities particularly dangerous, as her influence is nearly invisible.

Additionally, Y/n’s overall cursed energy levels are directly affected by the presence of the beings she controls. Without those beings residing within her, her cursed energy depletes significantly, rendering her more invisible.

Love Interests:

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Maki Zenin

Toge Inumaki

Yuuta Okkotsu

Todo Aoi

would def add more just request

NOW TIME FOR SOME HEAD CANNONS: (and spoilers ofc)

yn may or may not have already lost her memories as Makima, but remember things that feels familiar. After losing her memories as Makima, she does not know why she felt that way, she just does. She feels broken.

yn is constantly looking for someone that could protect her in a parental way but the walls she surrounded herself is way too thick for her to see people that care for her

yn does not know why she feels like she can't trust people, she just does

The orange curse, or now we know it as ‘Pochita’ is unhealthily attached to yn despite the constant abuse it receives from her, pochita sees it as ‘discipline’

yn misses suguru and NanaMimi, NanaMimi tries to contact and waits for her in the park

Giving up, NanaMimi left something for yn in the park from Suguru and them

Wait who is Sukuna to yn again? Why was she unaffected by his domain expansion?

“a gift to those who are loyal” are just silly little fillers... right?

yn is THE YANDERE in this series, or maybe I'll write some character that would have yandere tendencies depends

Yasu hates working with yn because of the paperworks piling up, does he complain tho? (ofc. not, he loves money after all)

yn is strong strong

yn still refuses to use a phone but Satoru got her and her brother one for ‘mission purposes’ and yes she struggles to use it.

The wallpaper would be her and her brother while the lockscreen is Sugar. It would've been Sugar and Pochita but cameras can't capture curses.

She still loves taking photos of Pochita and Sugar playing tho and yes, while Sugar couldn't see Pochita, it could perceive it. (doggy senses or maybe it's because of smthng else)

yn takes selfies like a 50 y.o. dad on facebook

Still refuses to download social media but was forced to have a messaging app because of Satoru

Suguru promised to buy yn her first dog but was unable to because he died lol. Guess how he fulfilled that promise.

yn hates close combats, but after training with Maki she's a bit confident with it now and started relying less on Pochita or her force manipulation. Sometimes, close combat is more efficient afterall.

With that being said, the main reason why yn always finish missions quickly was because of Pochita. She sits back and relax why our cute lil modified curse does the job.

Sometimes she helps too. But she's always too lazy.

yn is so lazy to the point she walks behind the group. When it comes to stairs or anything that goes up, when no one's looking, she demands Pochita to carry her.

After her brother's death, yn started taking missions from grade 1 to special grade tiers. While higher-ups usually disallow newbies to take missions alone, they made an exception because they fear yn and hopefully one of these missions would eradicate her.

Before modifying Pochita, yn had over a hundred of curses under her control that are mostly grade 4 to 2. Some are grade 1 while most special grades were given by Suguru. She lost tabs on them and asked Pochita to consume them. (It was a gamble since she isn't sure if the grade 4 curse could handle this much curses but hey, she's crazy alright)

Does yn have a Domain Expansion? nah. Does Pochita have a Domain Expansion? yea, but it was only used a few times

yn's biggest weakness: fast opponents

Ryo (character from ‘a gift to those who are loyal’) promised that in his next life, his sister would see him as someone she could rely on. He would protect her the way she protected him and does not mind being reincarnated as her ‘older brother’.

While this story would not entirely focus on romance, but surely there would be cute scenes.

While Yuuji was eager to eat vegetables as a child, yn outright REFUSES to eat it.

#reader insert #yandere themes #jjk #jjk anime #jujutsu kaisen x reader #platonic yandere #chainsaw man #makima #chainsaw man x reader #pochita

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