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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “Jealousy Jealousy” — Geto Suguru

Synopsis:- He dislikes you and you dislike him, rather simple an ordeal—except it’s not. Not when you’ve got one bed to share and your rival is Jealous for your attention—not when he can’t get enough of hearing your moans.

— word count:- 7.7k words ||Masterlist||

— A/n:- I wouldn’t consider myself a writer if I didn’t write a “rivals to lovers x one bed” trope so here it is. Poor jelly Suguru who’s also a little nasty but we like em like that. Au! Where Suguru doesn’t leave btw. Also smut starts after a long while💀

— Tw:- !Porn with Plot!MDNI!AFAB! Reader x Geto Suguru; perverted suguru!+perverted ex(?) hints at masturbation (both male and female); cursing (a lot of it); use of sex toys; geto is a thief (lmao); geto calls reader “doll”; spanking; dom! Geto to sub! Geto and then back to dom! Geto; oral (m and f receiving); pussy spanking; implied blackmailing

Kyoto and Tokyo.

Housing the two sister schools, they also housed three of the strongest sorcerers. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto and you—and irony lay bare that two of you did not like each other.

At all.

Insufferable he’d call you and exasperating you’d bounce back. And that was all their was to it—for the longest time and that’s what you two showed as well.

An eye roll here and a prodding middle finger there, you couldn’t even remember a time when you’d actually said “hi,” to him—considering your first meet was at the Goodwill event during a round.

So your annoyance was all too understandable when you walked into Principal Yaga’s room to find him lounging on the couch—ears stuffed with his earphones listening to shit you never liked.

“Yes sir?” You prompted, taking a seat across the man while Suguru didn’t even do so much as look at you.

Idiot.

“There’s a mission,” his eyes closed in on yours, “before you begin, don’t,” he was quick to add—“He’s already agreed to it and it has been decided that you two are the best suited for it. I will take no further questions.”

You find yourself raising a brow—no further questions? And he obliged?

“Why?” You asked regardless—“there are perhaps a hundred better pairs than us—why?”

“Your grade, your promotion and his to special grades depends on it,” the old man answered quietly, all too aware that his piercing gaze worked much better to shut you down than his words—“Now, any and every arrangement has been made. I just need you two to leave by tomorrow morning,”

Tomorrow morning? You could feel the gears in your brain turning fast—you would’ve asked more questions too, had the silly little Ijichi not dropped by, nervous and clammy, “Sir?” He’d called out—“You’re needed in the grounds…” voice timid, thoughts perhaps more so but nothing compared to your form left alone with Suguru Geto.

A silence.

Long silence.

“Why did you say yes?” You let out finally, frustrated to have that question knaw at your mind so long— only to be answered by another silence. Of course, he would play you just about now of all times.

You found yourself gritting your teeth— feet moved up close, his eyes staring at you all the same— “well?” You questioned again.

An eye roll passed, a sigh escaped, “Don’t go about getting ideas princess- I’m not keen of doing it with you but a promotion is promotion nonetheless. You should be glad you’ve got me helping you around,”

“Excuse you?” Your words very quick—sharp, “you’ll help me around?” You barked out a chuckle, “Don’t you go around being the princess with ideas Geto—much rather be helped by pigs than you,”

“Because pigs are the ones saving your ass every mission?” He quirked a brow—“Implication being you’re equable to pigs?” You smirked.

Your smirk only widened as he exhaled sharply, “Listen,” he began, “I want that promotion and so do you. The least we can do, for this one time is help each other. It’s a mutual goal, don’t fuck this up,”

You stared at him.

A brow raised, thoughts ran quick as you scanned his face—annoyance settling deep inside for his too stood sharp—“Fine,” you muttered, “For the mutual goal it is.” You heard him sigh—in relief? Mayhaps.

It was his turn to smirk now, “My my, she’s actually thinking this time—miraculous—”

“—Shut up,” you interrupted his words, “What exactly is the mission?”

He gazed at you quietly, “Hm, well, simple really. Someone like you—”

“—what is it?”

“Information extraction, and a side thing for this local deity who’s apparently a special grade. That’s theoretically all,” he paused, frowning, “it’ll take efforts,”

Your eyes narrowed up at him— “Don’t worry—I’ll figure it out.” He mumbled to nobody in particular.

You found yourself scrunching your face up at him, “Does it turn you on or something? To act like you’re the best?”

“I am,” he grinned,

“At being an idiot,” you added—“and it turns you on at least,” a wink he passed with that—your gag followed next.

What Suguru wanted, Suguru got.

Never a question about, never an objection either—you should’ve known.

“Let’s just call it a night Geto,” your voice bleak, tired—“So what if it’s shady? I know the owner,”

His eyes trained themselves upon you carefully, “It’s a fucking brothel y/n,” he paused, “and I know it’s well past 12 and you’re tired but pull yourself up a bit—”

“—I can even land us a discount,” whiny, your brows furrowed you pouted.

A grumble and a sharp exhale- Suguru didn’t do so much as grunt as he tossed you over he shoulder- silencing your yelp as he shushed you, “I’ll carry you- lead the way,” evident with his voice, he was tired and so were you.

You grinned and squealed internally, softly whispering directions in his ears as he lead the way through the foreign state.

You watched, and watched—eyes wandering onto his bun- the one he’d hurriedly made to help the heat, onto his fingers which held you close—grip tight to make sure you wouldn’t fall—it was embarrassing sincerely to be paraded around such but maybe, just maybe, with him, you liked it.

“Where the fuck is it?” A grunt- you smiled bashfully- “Think we walked past it some 5 blocks ago—” a giggle fell off your lips, his fingers pinched your sides- never playfully.

“The fuck are you-” an eye roll, an inhale, “you know what? Amazing,” and just with that he jogged back- the path retraced wher you came from, the shy pointing from the kids once again.

Five extra minutes you cause him, searching for the hotel- or brothel as Suguru deemed it—“Is this it?” Both your eyes watching the multi-story building in front of you.

It wasn’t half as bad as you’d thought it’d be—pretty decent, Suguru realised.

“You’ve called the owner?”

Before a ‘yeah’ could fall off your lips—clammy fingers gripped your waist—“Y/n!” A voice boomed, the owner- an old ex of yours.

Face flushed you faced him, “Oh hey,” you mumbled hesitantly, “Long time Hm?”

The man in front of you only smiled wide—a creep, Suguru muttered under his breath—sliding a firm handshake for the sake of formality.

Your ex chuckled- unsettling, “And this is your new man huh?” Your face flushed- Suguru’s did too— but he held his own—eyes narrowing at his words.

You however, chuckled nervously—and when you’d told Suguru you knew the owner, he thought, he never should’ve listened to you.

“Not uh…” you looked down, “not boy-friend—just uh, just—” you move to face him, a silent plea for help—“Colleagues,” he nodded.

“Just colleagues, yeah,” a nod you passed- relieved just a little.

The second guy only ever raised his brows, “Sure,” he smirked—“Come inside,” he ushered- hand, suguru noticed, too close on your back.

“Don’t tell me,” His face hidden behind his palm he spoke, “You said you knew him,”

“I do!” You prompted, helplessness evident in your voice—“He’s forcing you to fuck him,” Suguru’s expression a deadpan.

Your shoulders dropped-“He’s not…forcing me,” you bit your lip—“The only other option is us sleeping together geto,”

His eyes widened incredulously, “And that’s what you should choose—far more safe,”

You stared—of course you couldn’t sleep next to Suguru—not when—just no.

He sighed—“Really are an idiot,” you groaned internally- for the first time, agreeing with him, “Be glad I’m literally next door—call me at any moment that pervert-”

“-Geto!”

He shrugged—a fact was a fact nevertheless.

And now you lay awake, still, motionless in the cramped bed—so close.

So close the man’s body lay, the one you used to know all so well—the one which disgusted you now.

“Y/n,” he called for the nth time—your mind getting all too hazy to answer—fuck was that his hand on your thigh?

Mind a mess, eyes barely open and jaw slack- you got up, not a word—none at all as you pushed your way through the room.

A knock—and then two more.

He was fast to open the door, a glass of wine in hand, brows raised in amusement—“And I was correct?”

Rage all over you, a hand pushed him away—“Shut up,” his brows only ever raised higher.

“Bother me with a drink?” It didn’t sit as much of a question — a glass poured for you all too soon as you settled on his couch.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, grabbing it with both hands, fingers you found to be shivering a little too much.

Eyes narrowed, he watched you, taking a seat beside you, “Pray tell,” he began, “Did he say something? A fight between the lovers?”

A hint of jealousy did you catch? No- of course not.

You played with your silence, and his mind—just guilty eyes meeting his, as you sipped.

“Don’t tell me,” he whispered and you pin point a sudden anger inside—“Geto,” you mumbled, “it’s fine,” you but your lip.

Suguru’s brows furrowed, it most definitely wasn’t, surely you knew that—right?

A sigh left your lips—“Sit down please,” your fingers tapped the place beside you. He nodded simply- taking a seat beside you quietly, closer to how he usually would.

Another sip—“will you just sit here or…” his words were quiet, an initiative to not make you uncomfortable, more than you already were.

“This was the reason we uh,” you paused, eyes boring into the ply wood, “back when we broke up you know,”

Another nod- nothing to offer and when you didn’t say anything else, he tilted his head, “That’s it?” You snorted.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t a 3 hour documentary,”

“Thank everyone it isn’t, I was afraid I’d have to hug and comfort you and all,”

“Disgusting,” and you both chuckled—settling into your seats. Maybe someday you’d open up more onto your ex to Suguru, something in his eyes told you that you could. But as of now, just sipping on the off-brand wine seemed alright.

In a momentary silence you two sat in, nothing too comfortable but nothing otherwise either—until a moan was heard.

Your eyes snapped to him and his to you—a bewildered “What?” Spilling from both.

You’d have asked ‘did you just moan’ had the series of moans and grunts not continued and instantly, all too clear it was.

You see, the brothel had walls paper thin—pitiable were the customers of course—and this specific night, the both of you.

“Isn’t it your room?” Suguru questioned—a chuckle included, “What the hell,” you responded back- disgust prominent on your expressions.

Another chuckle, and another until the both of you sat there giggling all together- “If that’s how he fucked you, i am very sorry,” he grinned, “no wonder you used to be so frustrated all the damn time,”

Your jaw fell first, “Shut up?” You laughed, “Was not frustrated at all,”

“Nu uh doll, pent up sexual frustration is very real—I’ve seen it in Yaga and Gakuganji-”

“-Don’t you dare compare me to him,” your voice was shrill- now above the grunts in the room beside yours—shriller than the pathetic moans your ex was paying the girl to make.

And just so, two hours the two of you spent together- shy glances and touches shyer still- but enjoyable nonetheless.

It wasn’t the first night you’d drunk together, no, and such nights were always different—the grimaces that Suguru and you wore around each other during the day were always thrown away—smiles and grins, hidden glances and soft touches—nothing more, nothing less.

It was true that you guys barely ever talked when drunk—but it was all too obvious. But tragedy lay in the way you would simply forget, you would too and he would just the same. The nights were spent flamboyant, silly flirts and sillier jokes—all means to just adore each other As to what Satoru would call it.

Shoko on the other hand called it your idiocy, the sheer annoyance masked her expressions everytime she’d watch Suguru and you tumble around each other the next morning—as if the night before never happened.

Two hours spent laughing— every once a while Suguru would gaze at you, you’d do the same. It wasn’t ever weird, no.

If respectful could be the word to define any sort of staring, that would be how you did it.

Were curses and insults only thing to befall both your conscious mind and lips for each other? Yes. Would you two actually bare your life for each other? Satoru and Shoko had always guessed a definite yes.

And just so, flitting eyes captured between his, soon jumped to his clock—“It’s 12 already,” you mused, his eyes never leaving your face—“I should head back,”

“To that pervert?” He shot instantly, “Had he been good at sex I’d understand but he’s toxic, perverted and finished in 5 minutes—bet he didn’t even get the whore to cum,”

A drunk gasp escaped you as you smacked his thigh laughing—“You’re so drunk,” you mumbled, head lolling to the side, only to end up on his shoulder—it fit perfectly.

His eyes gazed down at you, “You’re drunk too- don’t go to him. Sleep here tonight,” and had you been conscious you’d certainly have fought the idea- ‘I can defend myself’ you’d have retaliated, which you of course could’ve but not like this. Not in your drunk state.

For the saying goes all too true, drunken words are sober thoughts.

So you nodded pliantly, head resting on his shoulder still, you nodded while he watched.

So close- just a mere inches and you could—just a little more booze and perhaps.

He noticed a lot in this position, your tinted lips—the warmness of your breath and body—your messy hair and insignificant attempts to not stare at his lips—he found you adorable.

“C’mere,” he called as he slowly got up- careful to not cause you discomfort, “you can sleep on the bed,”

“And you?”

A side-shrug he passed, “I’d be no better a pervert if I crept in beside you, you know,”

“It’s your bed,” subtle desperation- his drunk mind couldn’t catch —“I’ll be fine,” and just sometimes you had to curse the gentlemen to be all so gentle.

“Night,” you muttered as a yawn went past you- eyes following his form, tidying up his room to sleep on the couch you two just sat on—“G’night idiot,” he muttered back.

And in your sleep you wouldn’t realise of the little hurt he lay down with—choosing that scum over Suguru? Thoughts such replayed in his mind over and over; he was simply aching, for your touch and feel—drunk words were a sober man’s thoughts but what of the drunk thoughts never spoken aloud?

The morning came by fast- rays bright enough to break off your slumber, you let a yawn pass by.

Usually, a surprise would’ve caught you, to find yourself in his bed but somehow- just for once, last night didn’t lay forgotten — last night’s memory embedded in the corners of the room with empty bottles lying around—suguru’s short tossed on the couch as you heard the hum of a shower.

Unsure of the prospects, you lay just there- enveloped in the certain warmth of the duvet- until the water stopped.

The door opened swift, and to mock the gravity of situation, you close your eyes in the pretence of sleep—and you were partially glad you did for soon enough the soft thud of a towel falling entered your ears—naked Suguru stood, the view shielded only by your eyelids—embarrassment yours grew.

And in that moment, you fought hard to not open your eyes- the scent of his body wash all too inviting—citrus? You made a not to tease him on that later.

“You can stop pretending, I’m decent now,” your face grew warmer—you maintained your silence.

An annoyed exhale he let out—“When I call you dumb, instances like these are exactly what I’m referring to doll,”

You scoffed- “For someone who has the audacity to walk in like that, butt-naked, you shouldn’t talk at all,” your act let go just a second after his words.

You got up from the bed—yawning and stretching, Suguru’s eyes trailed up your form as your loose shirt lifted slightly along your hands—“The water’s warm right now- might as well go shower,”

You scrunched your face, “In your shower?” Before you could add further argument, “Your other option is simply that fucker,” and you knew he’d won the argument again.

“My clothes aren’t here,” a last resort you had and you grabbed on it desperately- he tossed you a clean towel, and one of his shirts—“You can wear these inside, I’ll just go grab your luggage right now,”

You rolled your eyes- he was relentless, stubborn entirely too much and you shook your head, having no option but to comply.

Suguru was quick—all too quiet as he slipped into the room beside, a musky scent heavy in the room.

In bleak darkness he reached out his hand, to pick up what he assumed to be your luggage—lips turning to gag instantly when his fingers felt something slimy on it. Each and every plan to annoy your ex left his mind quick as a disgusted suguru quickly picked up the bag beside the mess he’d touched already- rushing outside, back into his room.

A sigh left his lips—disgust painted over his face as he wiped his fingers with a napkin—the other hand settling down your bag—oddly heavy, and prodded out at certain angles, his interest was piqued.

Curiosity, he blamed it upon- focused fingers reaching out to zip open your bag- he knew it was wrong but then…something told him, deep down, you wouldn’t mind.

He heard the water falling come to a stop- he’d be quick anyways, hefty fingers reaching inside your bag—suguru felt so bad but a smile guilty adorned him all the same, especially when his fingers came in contact with the silky fabric of your panties—red? he grinned.

Fingers prodded deeper still, products of your daily use coming in his hand until finally he found it—aha! His grin widened, fingers slowly pulling out the little toy in hand.

And shame would befall you all too deep for in his hands was your pink little vibrator—he chuckled—how pathetic, and on a mission? All the more. Suguru’s thoughts raced, faster than ever—dirty, he felt in the best way possible until a sudden voice managed to creep to his ears.

A moan- again, different from last night—the source being all too different too.

From the bathroom he realised, face contorting to one of amusement as he thanked this time, the brother for having walls paper thin.

And as his fingers stuffed your items back in—pocketing the vibrator and leaving a single note in your bag, to be found hours later. Just so he was done—material worth stealing in his pocket and ears pressed against the door as he listened intently, finally the a moan of his name falling from your lips.

Thus he found, it truly was nothing more than that sweet little cry of his name from you that made him all so hard every argument, with your face so close to his- flushed red with annoyance—it was amusing really, of how you threatened to kick his ass while all he could think about in moments such was to pin you hard against the wall and pound yours.

Your fingers moved onto close the shower- assuming the thud of the door to be a sign of suguru leaving—a sigh escaped you as you propped yourself down into the bathtub.

Your fingers worked quick—you had to be, for Suguru could be back whenever and the last thing you wanted was for him to hear you such—and you let your head fall back- fingers quick to gather the slick around your slit.

It was simply desperate, you supposed, the way the thought of seeing him naked got you all so worked up—his scent and the prospect of wearing his shirt.

But a mind so restless could only be helped so much—the inkling of him leaving the room had your legs spreading instantly, lips bitten down to control the moans.

Pathetic, you called yourself—getting off of your rival—off him, of the way he carried you the day before, hiked over his shoulder—pathetic.

More pathetic were the moans and slight groans you found yourself unable to suppress, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace—your clit glistening with no attention as you imagined him teasing you.

A gasp escaped your lips—eyes widening at the moment as you imagined him between your thighs—he’d mark your inner thighs with kisses you knew, leave you begging for him too.

“Fu-uck,” you muttered, the pressure rising up—“m’close,” you mumbled to nobody in particular and amusing was the fact that you’d left your clit untouched as you knew Suguru would too.

Desperate sighs and moans you let go—trust in the assumption that he wasn’t back yet- he couldn’t be.

“Please,” you begged—perhaps to yourself for more stimulation—“pleasepleaseplease,” your voice a whisper as a finger you thrusted and pulled out sharp—finally a finger rolling slowly around your clit.

“Fuck,” you drew out, as your moans fought to become louder—“fuck m’lose su’” your eyes widened again, mouth turned o-shaped as the pleasure you chased finally arrived.

“Mm!!” You moaned and finally—“Fuck please Suguru!” Let out as you came on your fingers-not loud, just enough to tip him over as well as he sat listening outside your door.

Your fingers looked for it in a frenzy—you were sure you packed it—“Ready?” You head Suguru call out.

“Wait!” You shouted back—“I can’t find something,” Suguru grinned, “A brain is it?” Your door opened just as that, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Look for it later,” he mused—eyes watching your hands buried in your bag, total concentration tossed into it—sweet.

“The mission ain’t waiting for your pleasure-satisfaction, I mean,” he chuckled- your eyes narrowed.

“Whatever,” you grumbled under your breath—walking outside, basking in the warm afternoon warmth and your ex’s gaze.

“He’ll join us,” you whispered—“wouldn’t let me leave without well, threatening to kick us out,”

Suguru scratched his neck—nerves racking and a thought constant to as why he hadn’t punched your ex yet.

“Sure,” Suguru sighed—to your surprise, “we’ve to be in a club anyways, gonna maintain our distance from trash,” you chuckled beside him—a slight twinkle in the way you looked at him.

You walked ahead of the two boys—aware of the unmoving gaze on your form—a small black skirt—a smirk you held, hungry eyes—theirs.

“How far is it?” You made sure to question your Ex, not once did your body tilt towards Suguru on the slightest—cruel.

“Just about here,” he replied, providing no help, but you smiled nevertheless—“Thanks babe,” you giggled.

Suguru merely watched.

And he watched the entire evening—potently, as you did the exact opposite of his entire plan. He watched as you swayed your hips—with the target himself.

He watched as you grinned and giggled, letting your ex roam his hands onto your ass—he wanted to punch him right there, but he watched.

He watched as you watched him, ass grinding back into your ex, a grin on your face—and he watched as you downed three shots right after your bit of the mission was done and he watched as you draped yourself around your ex.

And as the fact lay, You weren’t really sure to what you were doing, or why.

Suguru Geto had never meant anything exactly, more than a rival of course- and a drinking buddy- and the person you admired- and a classmate you wouldn’t want to lose- and yes. Nothing more than all that, ever. So the sudden need to spite him? It was new- exhilarating, some may say.

So you wove the game- an open invitation shoved into his face; Never the watcher however, he finally moved, jaw tightened and annoyance all so present on his face.

And this time, you watched- you watched as he made sure to drug the target all too well, maintaining eye contact as he let the girls sway around him too—you watched as he slid his hands into the girl’s skirt, the one he danced with—planting a soft kiss on her neck. And you watched simply, wondering how that could’ve felt.

But a game only remained one so long until you stepped it up a notch- turning around to kiss your ex, placing deliberately, his hand on your ass- a tease.

“Get away,” he spoke through gritted teeth, a shove to your drunk boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Hey!” You yelped—“The hell?” Your eyes wide—as if innocent.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me right now,” he muttered dangerously—eyes boring into yours—“Let’s leave,” his hand reached up quick, grabbing onto yours to pull you away.

“Woah there pretty,” you called out, brows raised, “who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”

Silence—exactly.

“You can leave if you want Geto,” such condescension laced your voice, he was almost hurt.

“You’re drunk,”

“So are you,” you snapped back—he wasn’t—you knew he wasn’t.

He blinked once, then twice, gaze persistent—begging you to come; your hardened into denial.

He sighed one last time—“Get fucked bitch,” and before you could reply, he was gone.

Gone as that—leaving you in a mess of your own emotions and an idiot of an ex-boyfriend.

A three day mission, two days gone by, the larger partial of the mission dealt with—you crashed onto your ex’s bed the second night, no courage found to even meet Geto’s gaze after the scene at the club.

The smell of booze was intense, your mind slightly tipsy on its own accords. With a confused heart you scrolled through your Instagram, bored.

The snores of your ex—and the girl beside him provided little entertainment—the thought of Suguru Geto in the room beside did nothing to help, you wanted relief. But all to no avail for your vibrator was ‘lost’ too and the energy to chase your high was not your preferred option.

Your eyes found its way to the clock- 12:02 a.m. it was late—‘would he be asleep?’ You wondered, fingers adamantly rubbing slow circles around your nipples—again, desperate.

Eyes closed, you fought urges to call him—just to tease of course, you could pretend to be drunk after all.

And so your thoughts fought quick—to lay bare without him or with him, eyes staring at the screen if your phone—ring!

Your eyes widened- the caller id read ‘Bangs’, you mentally convulsed. You stared at the second for a decent ten seconds—11, 12, 13–you knew he cut it any second—14, 15–“Hello?” You mumbled quick, raspy.

“Awake?” He inquired- “No,” you replied.

You welcomed his silence on the line—“Come here,”

“No,” you echoed—“don’t wanna talk to you,” you mumbled- mind hazy to how you couldn’t help the fingers swirling around your hardened nipples.

“I’m not calling here to talk,” his voice was sharp—annoyed—a silence you offered him this time.

“You think I don’t notice doll?” You could hear the smirk, “You’re probably wet just by the sound of me,”—you were—“so needy,”

“You’re the one who’s calling me Geto,” you snapped, “Really needy of you,”

“Maybe I do need you—keep rubbing, slowly, touch yourself doll, just slightly,” your mouth ran dry—you obliged without a second thought, “and maybe I have something that you need too—tell me though, can your silly little ex even touch you as good as you imagine me to, even in his dreams?,” a grin—a shit-eating grin, on his face you imagined. Such a fucking thief.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you muttered through your side of the line, an airy breath leaving you as your fingers dipped beneath your shorts—as you did exactly what he told you to—“Sure thing,” his voice polite with just the best undertones of condescension, “Just a request then, doll, check if you’re wet please,”

You could practically moan at his voice and words—you were wet, nimble fingers prodding cautiously, “I’m not,” you lied- a moan bitten back, “Seems like your needy cunt really does need the pretty pink vibrator to get ya turned on Hm?” Husky, he sounded.

“Give it back Geto,” a whine, “Come take it,” a challenge.

And however could you deny a challenge from him?

A knock, and then two more—just like last time.

The door opened just as quick—brows raised, “Yes?” He questioned as if he hadn’t just teased you through the phone 5 minutes ago—you eyed him, “I believe you stole something,”

He grinned, your frown widened—“Come inside,” his hand gently found its way onto the small of your back—the gravity of the situation slowly befell you, you regretted nothing.

You walked slow, as you’d last night, “Where is it?” You questioned, brows furrowed, “Where’s what, pretty?”

Fingers clenched you stared at him, “Enough with your games Geto—hand it the fuck back,”

You watched as he slowly walked around you, a slow pace as he ended right behind you, bending slightly to grab the soda can—something easily possible without managing to glue his dick to the round of your ass—your face burnt.

“My my, such a dirty mouth you got there doll,” you needn’t turn back to imagine his expressions, “Maybe I should punish you- you’ve been bad all night anyways,” your blood boiled at the whisper of his words- “I wouldn’t have to, had you not been the idiot you are,”

His fingers were quick on your waist, spinning you to face him—even without a surface to be pinned against, you felt trapped under his gaze.

“So mean to me,” he mumbled—eyes bearing into yours, a subtle smirk, “There are other ways of getting into a guys’ pants you know,”

Eyes narrowed you scrunched your face, “Rather fuck a-”

“-a pig before me,” he rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, I know doll,” a sip of his soda he took, “But that’s not what you were doing this evening Hm?” His fingers were quick to grab your chin too, urging you to look no where but his eyes.

“Tell me doll,” he pressed, “What were you trying to do Hm? Grinding against those guys’ cocks? You’re that cock-hungry? A slut?”

Red- you saw red as his words registered in your head—a shake of the head was all to be offered, “Such a pity I had to deal with this way because you can’t control yourself,” your eyes widened, shushed by a shake of his head—perhaps, reassuring.

“So tell me, what were you trying?”

You stared, like a kid caught stealing- you could only stand there guiltily, answer on the tip of the tongue, but too ashamed to mumble it out.

Suguru simply hummed, “Too embarrassed to accept it doll? That’s fine—maybe me sending pictures of your little toy or the recording of you moaning today in the morning—”

Your ears rang- no way he heard that- your mouth hung open, “You sound like a pretty bitch in heat you know,” it was simply insulting, to have him say all this- but it was in the way it felt good—in the way it made you wetter.

“Don’t,” you managed, he grinned further, “Don’t what doll?”

You rolled your eyes, seemingly unable to get out of your predicament, “Geto please,” finally—you could see he’d mentally relented already, “Please give me back my…” you paused, swallowing, “please uh- my, my vibrator, give it back please,” your face flushed.

His gaze remained fixated, “Don’t think that’s what it is, c’mon dummy, you’re smarter than this right?”

Jaw tightened, you stared at him, “Geto please, can I have my- my uh, my pretty little pink vibrator back?” The way you bit your lip so hard, Suguru was sure it would bleed any second—adorable.

He clapped right then, like a proud teacher—walking closer to you, “such an obedient doll,” so close hope stood, his breath lingering upon your face, eyes observant to every breath and sigh—smiling when he noticed your relaxed fingers.

He knew you liked this.

“Nope,” he chuckled—“don’t wanna hand it back yet,” you wanted to scream at him—you couldn’t of course.

“And you haven’t told me yet,” he continued, “why were you acting like a brat Hm?”

And somehow accepting this was worse than accepting the fact above- “I wanted..” he stared hungrily, “I wanted your attention,” everything in that moment felt more interesting than his expressions—he found you all too cute such.

“Aha,” he smiled wide, “You wanted to suck my dick so bad pretty?”

“Not everything is about your dick,” you flared—“But this is, isn’t it?” He sneered—and you quietened down again for it was.

It escalated quickly here on, his hand moving to grope your breasts—“Can i kiss you?” He murmured against your skin and as much as you wanted to humble him- to not feed into his ego, you nodded.

With his lips latched onto the supple skin of your shoulder he pulled you closer still—so very close, a you let out a soft moan, having accepted it was a lost battle to fight him anymore.

“Eager,” he gripped your jaw- making you face him again, “Aren’t we?” A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest—fingers betraying his composure too, in the hasty way they unbuttoned your shirt.

“Eager, aren’t we?” You mirrored his expression- smirking all the same as you unbuttoned his.

“Shut up,” he muttered, a simple command—but you’d be fucked truly if you listened to him of course.

“Do it yourself,” you grin- already pushed underneath him—“Aren’t even gonna tell me to stop? Thought you came here to get something? Or maybe the slut really did just want attention,” smile, condescending—and he did shut you up.

And so there you were, pinned underneath him- hungry lips searching every inch of you, mapping your body in just a certain way.

“Had I known,” he grunted in midst the frenzied kisses, “that you tasted so sweet—I’d keep you like this all the damn time rather than fighting,” you groaned against him, feeling his hard dick propped against your thigh—separated by all but a think layer of clothing—“You talk a lot, shut up,”

He let your words fall blatantly, mouth never parting from your face as it smeared around wet kisses all over it, letting a deep moan as your hands found their way into the tangled mess of his black hair, pulling slightly with every grind of his hips. A breathy moan escaped you too—His teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your ears—“this is what you want right? What you want all the damn time?”

You couldn’t care less about his taunting—until a sudden slap ended upon your face, jaw gripped by fingers—“Tell me, could those men have given it to you like I do?” Heat surged through you—pooling all the way into your abdomen.

A grin you passed and and nod—another sharp slap, it felt euphoric.

Slowly, Suguru pulled away, enticing a low groan from you—“get up,” he murmured and you obliged, black eyes staring into yours, “get up and on all fours,”

“Really gonna fuck in a brothel?” A cheeky grin you adorned, body working nevertheless, as per his words—with hands and knees planted on the bed, you gave a soft arch to your back.

The clink of his belt entered your ears, the low shudder of his clothes thrown away—“Since you love acting like a prostitute, it would only make sense, right?” A hand reached to pull away your shorts too, save for the little black thong you wore—a smirk on his face as he admired the view. His fingers were soft in the way they explored—touching and prodding every inch of your back, resting just a little too long at the curve of your ass.

Suguru geto was simply cruel in the way he administered the pleasure on you- handing you a little and taking away a whole lot for the moment his fingers came close to your clothed cunt, the moment your sensitive core could feel the slightest touch, he was gone. All too aware of the wet patch on your panties, you dared not question a thing.

Body shifted to face you, he kneeled on the bed too—your eyes widened slightly, scrolling down to the length of his cock, it was pretty you had to admit. A decent length with a girth that you knew you would have you crying later—an angry pink-ish tip welcomed you, pre-cum leaking over it.

“Go on,” he commanded, “not gonna put your whorish mouth to use doll?” And normally you’d have reciprocated his words- but just the way his hands gripped your hair, bunching it up into a ponytail of sorts- you knew he was playing. You inched closer, hesitant eyes staring up at him as you shyly licked the tip, it was salty, nothing that you truly minded.

You gulp- uncertain lips as they wrap around the top, an experimental flick to his tip you passed- a hiss escaping his pretty lips, grip tightening on your hair.

“Come now doll,” he sneered, “don’t go all shy over me now—run your mouth the way you used to suck up for that ex of yours,” you pass him a glare- mouth pulling away from his upturned cock entirely—he chuckled.

“No lie right? After all, you were begging to sleep with him doll, cozied up beside him yeah?” All the while he kept pressuring your hair, a soft cry you let out.

“You act very smart yaknow,” he rubbed his chin—“Try that again,” and with no choice but to comply — you open your mouth and insert the tip of his cock, your jaw loosening to accommodate the familiar girth of his length protruding from your oral cavity to the walls of your throat. Geto hissed at the swirl of your tongue on the underside of his dick, his free hand now on the top of your head with tufts of your hair in his fingers. "...mmhmm, this is how you should use that mouth doll, not in all that chit-chat you do,"

And if you could, in the moment you only wanted to bite his dick off- it would’ve been hilarious, had he not been holding onto the pictures and recordings—and you suck as you could, the precum’s taste all over your tongue while his grasp on your hair tightened— fingers roughly pushing your head to bob up and down.

It simply felt disgusting to be treated this way, like his slut- like his toy and only worse was the wetness between your legs that couldn’t seem to stop growing.

“Shit,” he breathed out, “Ah— shit shit, jus’ like that doll,” it felt Dirty—but so good, to have him falling apart at your touch, even if he held the control, “s’good for me yeah?” Raspy, he sounded-hips bucking into your mouth and before you could register what was happening, his fingers pushed your face to his base, his cock prodding deep down your throat, tears were quick to pool around your eyes.

And just then, he pulled out, leaving your mouth feeling hollow—finger quick to pump his shaft, lubricated by all but your spit—a string of saliva joining it still to your mouth. And right before you, Suguru came with a sharp hiss, “A-ah, fuck,” he groaned, cumming all over your face and chest—paining you in his mess.

You watched him like that for a second, unspent, eyes huge as you instantly get to suck on his thumb he shoved right into your face.

“Good girl,” he murmured— “So good f’me,” he grinned, he wasn’t done yet- not until you’d be too exhausted to even move.

He eyed your form, on all fours for him like a true slut, his eyes only held adoration as he watched his cum stain your face—his eyes, however, we’re quick to take note of your drooling mess soon.

He stood behind you now, face level with your clothed pussy—“How pathetic,” he grinned, “You got so fucking wet by me using your mouth doll?” It was the way he said it—making the statement sound so innocent and yet, “Or was it the call? You got all so wet by just my voice? But then again, should’ve known—”

—smack!!

Your body lurched forward with the sudden force—a cry escaping your lips. You heard him chuckle, “such a tease, you have to be punished right?” A shake of your head he offered, nothing against his predefined course of actions.

Another spank he lay down—lips biting down onto suppress your moans—“I’m talking to you doll—fucking answer me,” another spank, you couldn’t help the pleasure the pain from his palm provided.

Quick enough, his belt was grabbed- grabbing your arms, he shoved your form into the ass-up-face-down position, classic.

“Sorry,” you mumbled helplessly—aware of your bare ass being exposed to him as he slowly pulled down your panties.

“Fuck doll,” he bore, “you’re fuckin glistenin’,” you knew it and the fact that you knew made it all the worse—just so another spank came crashing down, a rough squeeze he offered this time too, “think I should gag you with these eh?” The cockiness all too prevalent in his voice as he pocketed your soiled panties.

A whimper you let out at his words—needy.

His eyes stared at your core, “Spread your legs for me pretty,” and even that small murmur seemed sweet to you as you obliged quickly—he chuckled.

“So obedient for me, you’re far better when you’re like this you know,”

“Savour it while it lastssss- oh” your words interrupted by a dega of his fingers down your slit—filthy.

Quick to inhale the scent of you— he spanked you again, “only use your mouth to moan and scream for me or to tell me to stop ok?” You nodded, head pressed into the mattress, heart racy.

And in that moment—the power handle shifted just a bit as Suguru moaned wantonly, nuzzling up his nose between your folds—for just in that moment, he let you guide him. A tentative tongue swivelled through your folds—lapping onto it like he was hungry, and perhaps he was top, for your attention and praise.

“Fuck- right there yes,” you moaned hazily, the grip of his fingers tightening around your thighs—sure to leave bruises, he sucked reverently, as if worshipping you in this state and form.

He didn’t tease you anymore—he couldn’t, for as much as he wanted to see you cry for him, for his touch—he was starved. And he wanted to show you too, that even in your palm he treated you better than any guy ever could.

“Mmm su!” You cried softly, mouth hanging open to just let out out moans and cries-“jus’ like that—s’ perfect,” you arched your back more for him—letting him better access to your hole as he whimpered against your clit—“So so good for me Su,” you mumbled mindlessly as His moans against your slick cunt vibrate you to your core, as he greedily laps you up, tongue-fucking the precise spot that you praised him for finding until the coil in your stomach tightens, and you brace yourself against his shoulder.

“Like that?” He groaned against your cunt, pulling away slightly only to insert a finger suddenly, “feels good baby?” He questioned, spitting onto your pussy and rubbing it all over your core messily—another finger inserted, he stretched you out slowly.

“Could your boyfriend have done this Hm?” You took note of the green in his voice—“of course he couldn’t—nothing could right doll?” You nodded hastily, too focused on chasing your high until—smack! Another spank to pull you out of it—you whined.

“S’tight doll—not even your fucking vibrator yeah,” slowly—the slight buzz of it entered your ears—eyes widening.

The hum only ever got louder as he brought your toy closer to your core—chuckling as you clenched around still air—“so desperate—who do you belong to Hm?”

Silence you offered, not even a moan as he rubbed the vibrator around your core—he grinned devilishly, “Now is not the moment to play games doll—” you groaned at the touch of the vibrator.

“Oh?” He smiled, “don’t want it? Isn’t this what you came for in the first place?”

Another swift smack—this time on your pussy, you clenched and cried all together—“Ah!” His fingers curled up inside you—“I’m talking to you—Mm! Yeah- talking to you doll,” he grunted, watching you fall apart—another sharp spank on the same spot had tears building up in your eyes again.

“Who does this slutty pussy belong to? Who do you think about when you cum doll?” You never wanted to feed his ego but in the way, he cruelly pulsated his fingers inside you—teasing your clit slowly with the vibrator you couldn’t help it.

“You,” you breathed out- “Fuck s’you—all you,”

“Scream my name doll, let your ex know it too,” and just then he pulls his fingers away too, and the vibrator—latching onto your clit, his tongue again, swirling and swiping—until, it was there.

And all in a moment, it hits you like a wave—pleasure washing all over you as you cum all over his tongue—shuddering and shaking through it, riding his tongue out as you did so.

If you could look behind and spot him, you’d be all too pleased I assure you, with cheeks flushed he kneeled behind you, lips swollen and covered in your cum.

“Shit,” he groaned after a moment of silence, his and yours, “Pretty sure you woke the whole hotel up with your moans ya know,” and just like that, he was back at his usual self—“Shut up,” you mumbled, moving your arms to remind him to untie you.

He was quick to settle you back into a sitting position—propped against his chest you lay, head resting on his shoulder—“You want something? Water?” He inquired, concerned eyes boring into yours, you shook your head, he nodded.

You sat there a moment, “It’s 1:30 already,” you mumbled, just like last night—“I should go,” he grinned again, “I would, had your ex been a better fuck than me,” you giggled at his words—“Certainly more entertaining,” you gingerly spoke—“Liar,” he chuckled.

“And please,” his fingers teasing your nipples now—slow, steady circles, “I’m not letting you go until I’ve made you cum at least thrice more,”

“Suguru!”

“And now you say my name?” A deep laughed rumbled as he held you close—“uh- suguru,” you looked at him closely, “Can you delete those…the pictures and all?”

He chuckled again—already aware of your angry gaze the moment he replied, “my doll really is dumb yeah? You think I would care enough to film you when I could cum at the sound of you moaning?”

“What the fuck Geto?”

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distractions

summary -> qimir doesn't like how distracted you are

content warnings -> canon typical violence, manhandling, semi-nsfw, master-pupil relationship

a/n: i got a few requests with prompts that would fit well together and that's how i ended up here

her breath was ragged when she deflected his blows and punches. his crimson blade cut swiftly through the humid air of the island, leaving her on defense.

"focus."

qimir said sharply, changing his angle. her distraction was betrayed by her sloppy moves, and eyes darting around.

he was never easy on her, nor would he be this time.

she rose her blade, desperately aiming for his chest. but before she could do anything, he grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her. her lightsaber fell out of her hand.

she let out a scream, biting her lip to distract herself from the pain. her knees hit the rocky ground, and her master's lightsaber hoovered way too close to her neck.

qimir stood behind her, holding her in place. he clicked his tongue.

"you disappoint me, acolyte."

she swallowed. she wasn't used to how his voice sounded yet. it had been a few days since he finally revealed his face. he gave her a task then. she went alone and completed what he asked for, but paid a price- a fatal injury. if it wasn't for qimir that was waiting for her on the ship, she would've been dead. he healed her wounds. that's how she found out. but ever since he did so, all she could think about during training was how good he looked, the memory of his hands on her skid very vivid. she thought that of qimir before too, but now with his hair slicked back and arms on display... she tried, really tried to push away the ill thoughts of her master, but he wasn't making it easy for her either. as if he was doing it on purpose.

"forgive me, master, I-" he cut her off by pushing her hand further against her back. she bit back a whimper.

"oh, don't apologise to me." he pushed her arm harder against her back, and she bit back a whimper.

then, suddenly he let her go. she composed herself quickly, standing up and turning around to face him. she swallowed. the feeling of his hand gripping her wrist lingered for longer than it should've.

"will you tell me what's going with you? or do i have to find out myself?" he inquired.

she kept her mouth shut, trying to control every movement, every breath she took in. she fought not to back away when her master took a step closer, tilting his head. his eyes locked with hers.

qimir smirked seeing her flushed cheeks. he always pushed her to her limits, and this was no exception. he leaned down, close enough to feel her uneven breath on his skin.

she didn't even feel her sore muscles when his lips ghosted over hers, and for a split second a strange amount on hope buzzed in her stomach.

then he pulled away, and she unintentionally chased his lips. when she realised what she was doing, embarrassment weighted down on her, and she looked down, shifting nervously.

"i-i'm sorry, master i-"

qimir smirked. his hand came to lift her chin up.

"hmm, there it is. i was the reason for your distraction?"

she couldn't look or step away even if she wanted. qimir's gaze was keeping her in place. she wasn't sure how to even answer him.

"i'll do better."

he scoffed.

"i'm sure you will." he said calmly, letting go of her. immediately as he did so, her eyes dropped to the ground again. he raised his eyebrow.

"if you want something, then ask for it."

her throat went dry. what was he talking about...? she wanted him to do many things, ones that she'd never say out loud. but qimir didn't like to repeat himself. she knew that. if she stayed silent, he'd walk away. never mention the topic again. but if she didn't...

she exhaled shakily.

"i want you." the words came out of her mouth before she could realise what she was saying.

silence hung between them, interrupted by the wind hitting the tall rocks, and waves crashing on the shore.

"please...master." she added quietly, not being able to bear the silence.

qimir seemed pleased.

"since you asked so nicely..." he murmured. his eyes were dark, and his hands rested on her lower back as he pulled her close.

despite the cold breeze, she felt so warm when his lips finally pressed against hers. she imagined that many times before, what would he feel like, what would be the sensation of his skin under her palms. she parted her lips slightly, wanting to stay like that-

but he pulled away as quickly as he leaned in, an amused glint in his eyes.

"we should head back." he pointed out.

she could swear she never walked as fast in her entire life.

qimir followed close behind, his eyes looking her up and down.

as soon as she stepped inside the cave, she was back in his arms. the stone wall behind her was a contrast to the heat radiating from his body. hands on her hips kept her firmly in place, right where he wanted her.

qimir's lips detached from hers, traveling down her neck. he enjoyed how reactive she was. every kiss, every bite and squeeze was making her whimper.

"when was the last time someone fucked you, hm?" he questioned, right into her ear.

she shivered, and shook her head.

no one, since she became his apprentice. first of all, not having time nor space, and second, being qimir himself.

"don't worry." his raspy voice echoed in her head. "i'll make you feel good."

oh she didn't doubt that. her master was percise and deliberate in every task he took upon himself.

the force buzzed around them, and she gave herself in.

alarm bells rang in her head. this was wrong. qimir was her master. whatever that was about to happes would complicate things further. what would mae think if she found out that they-

"you're distracted again." he stated in a displeased tone. he wasn't having any of that. if she was with him, the only thing on her mind should be how good he makes her feel. he will make sure of that.

"i-i apologise, master- oh."

qimir cut her off with his hand sneaking under her tunic, traveling down her belly and past the waistband of her trousers. as much as he wanted to hide it, he was desperate as well. his breath was hot on her neck, making her shudder.

she gasped when he pushed her underwear to the side.

"master..."

a weak plea escaped her throat.

"just focus on me, acolyte. it seems like we could turn this into a lesson..."

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i-padfootblack-things · 7 months

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My Heart is Yours [Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal x reader]

Author's Note: Rosie Rosenthal has my whole heart, and I couldn't find any fics for him, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. This is based on the portrayal of actors in the Masters of the Air series on AppleTV+. I respect the referenced real life stories and people wholeheartedly. This is not meant to offend anyone.

Warnings: Reader is a nurse, Historical Inaccuracies, Injuries.

Hope you enjoy this little fic! My requests are open, so if you have any ideas, don't be shy!

Pilots are known to be cocky- I mean, I get it. They're pretty badass, if I can say so myself. But I have never in my life met such a down to earth pilot. Major Robert Rosenthal was, without exaggeration, perfect.

I was standing by the window, counting the planes that were appearing from the grey clouds, landing from their mission, silently praying Rosie was among them.

I exhaled in relief-- only one plane down from the fifteen that left. My heart was in my throat as I waited for the ambulances to bring in the injured men.

As if on cue, the doors flew open and several men on stretchers were placed on beds, in order of emergency. I went to the man in the worst shape, ensuring his airways were clear and then going over the burns that littered his whole body. It looked bad, and my heart ached for him-- he would never look the same as he did before.

"I can take over, you're needed elsewhere." I nodded as I gave another nurse my forceps. He was stable and I had to move on.

"Have you seen Rosi- Major Rosenthal?" She shook her head, a sad smile casting a shadow on her lips.

"He's not on the list." She said, referring to the list of injured men that had been brought in. I close my eyes, trying to calm myself. It didn't mean he was dead, although that's what it usually meant.

After going over every pilot and ensuring they got the right treatments, I allowed myself a break-- I needed some fresh air. I had no clue if Rosie's plane made it back, none of the pilots that flew with him had come in, and that is rare occurrence.

As I exited the building, leaving behind the pained screams of injured men, I made my way towards the bench Rosie and I always met at, still holding onto a sliver of hope that he was alright and he was going to come back to me. I was walking slower than usual, given how tired I was, taking the time to rub the back of my neck as a way of relieving the tension.

A deep voice called my name, making me freeze-- I could recognize it anytime. I raised my eyes to his face, and my knees couldn't take it anymore.

"Rosie," I whispered, as I fell to the ground. He was there in a second, grabbing me by my forearms and holding me to his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my own.

"Woah, woah... Are you alright?" I nodded, my eyes going over every inch of his face, making sure he was okay.

"I just--" I couldn't keep calm, my tears spilled out as a sob escaped. "I thought you were gone, I didn't know if your plane made it back..."

"I promised you I'll always come back to you, didn't I?" He had the nerve to smile, as he raised his hands to my cheeks, wiping my tears away. I was still silent, trying to catch my breath. I was still so focused on his perfect face, and how he had not even a cut anywhere, but what brought me back to the moment was the feeling of his finger caressing the spot between my eyebrows.

"Why are you frowning, my love?"

"You're fine." I said it quietly, as if I couldn't believe it, but he was in front of me, fine as if he didn't just drop some bombs over Berlin. "You're fine. You're fine!" I laughed, realizing he was actually standing in front of me. Perfectly fine!

I raised my hands to his face, caressing his jaw, then his cheeks, his nose, and then forehead. I brushed them through his hair, wrapping them around his neck. He was watching me with his beautiful smile lighting his whole face ul.

"I'm fine, my love. See?" He gestured towards his body in a 'ta-da' motion, making me laugh.

He then closed the small distance between us, kissing me on the corner of my mouth.

"I will always, always come back to you, my love. My heart is yours." He whispered, before kissing me deeply.

"And mine is yours, Rosie."

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joelswritingmistress · 7 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 50

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Will removed a gun from the back of his pants as he loosened his grip on me. Nonchalantly, he waved the gun in my direction. “Don’t go anywhere.” He smirked and began the short walk toward Dr. Miller.

“What are you doing?” I asked, visibly trembling now. I couldn’t get myself to stop.

“I told you,” Will said, “I want him awake for what happens next.”

“Don’t shoot him.”

He let out a loud laugh that echoed off the walls, “That’s just the back-up plan if Plan A fails.”

Plan A. What exactly did Plan A entail? Fuck! I need to do something but I don’t know what - or how.

Will squatted down beside Dr. Miller, reached into his pocket and stuck something beneath his nose. WIthin just a second or two, he coughed and breathed in a heap of air before letting his eyes flicker open.

“Hello.” Will waved a hand in front of his face, smiling. “Jooooel.” He gave his name an extra syllable and Dr. Miller finally acknowledged him with just his eyes. “There he is.”

“Joel!” I squeaked his first name out and immediately the reality of the situation registered and he attempted to get up, only to fall and stumble back down to the floor.

“He’s still a bit out of it,” WIll informed me, glancing in my direction briefly before returning his attention to Dr. Miller, flashing the gun as he did. “Come on. I’ll help you.” He reached a hand down and used all of his strength to drag Dr. Miller across the ground.

I went to run toward them but Will extended an arm, pointing the barrel of the gun right at me. I froze. Looking at that small, dark hold in the center was paralyzing. One flick of his finger and my life could be over.

“I’d rather this not get messy,” Will explained calmly. He nodded toward the water. “Go sit with your feet in the pool. Don’t take off your shoes.”

I stared back at him, half in shock and then I glanced at Dr. Miller and made eye contact.

“Don’t hurt her,” he managed to choke out quietly.

“I’m not going to hurt her,” Will said with a smile, “She might opt to hurt herself, but it’ll be her choice.” He used his gun to motion toward the water again. “Go sit,” he added politely, like a teacher would a student. “Please.”

I glanced at Dr. Miller again and then let out a loud exhale before tiptoeing toward the edge of the pool. I put just my feet in and glanced over my shoulder as Will relocated Dr. Miller so he was just a few feet away.

“Damn, Joel. You got more muscle on ya than I would’ve thought,” he grunted as he towed him the rest of the way so his head was near the edge. “Now, before I explain what’s going to happen next, I want you to tell her for yourself.” Will nodded toward me, “Tell her the whole story. The one we talked about on our walk down.”

“You already told me the damn story, Will,” I said sternly to him, despite the increase in my shaking.

“I want him to tell you. I want him to explain every,” he grabbed Dr. Miller by the hair, “Single, gruesome detail to you. I want him to look you in the eyes and tell you that he’s a killer.”

Will physically forced him to look in my direction so vigorously I shouted out loud.

“Stop it!”

“Tell her,” Will urged.

Dr. Miller’s eyes never left mine. “I.. killed Ace-”

“I don’t care,” I cut him off. “You killed a rapist..” I hissed the word and looked at Will, “And a murderer.”

“Say it all out loud, Joel,” WIll demanded, pressing the gun to the back of his head, “For the first time.” He raised his voice, “Admit it!”

“I killed him,” Dr. Miller spit out, “I killed him.”

“Say his name.”

“Ace Deerfield.” He swallowed hard and I lunged toward him, making Will point the gun back at me. I froze again and Dr. Miller completed the sentence in full, “I killed Ace Deerfield.”

“You killed Ace Deerfield,” Will went on, “My lifelong friend. The man who saved my life on the battlefield. I am doing this in his name.”

“Killing women in his name?” I shouted, “Do you hear how fucked up that sounds? Killing me and Joel in his name? Killing in someone’s name is not honoring them!”

Will stared at me, almost asking ‘how dare you?’ with his eyes. “I’m not killing to honor him,” he explained, “I was killing to frame the man who took his life. And then I’m going to kill him and I’m going to walk out of here, help his sister mourn her murderous brother, and live my happily ever after, like I said. All in the name of Ace. Joel took his life. I’m not only taking Joel’s life, I’m also taking his legacy. That is in the name of Ace Deerfield.”

“You’re sick,” I spoke quietly, “And there’s no way in hell Carol will believe any of it.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?” Will smiled and shrugged, “Well, I’ll have to wait and see. You’ll be dead.” Without warning, he grabbed Dr. Miller by the shirt and shoved his body over the edge of the pool and into the water.

“Dr. Miller!” I shrieked and instinctively dove in after him.

“I told you I was helping the drama club,” Will gloated with a laugh. He placed the gun down neatly behind him and sat down on the ground with one foot crossed in front of the other and his hands rested behind him, looking like a little kid watching television. “Now, I’m going to watch these dramatics unfold. Oh, and if you were wondering, watching you struggle to save him.. that‘s Plan A.”

Carol stared down at her phone, glancing at the small, blinking, green circle on the screen. She had only recently set up the tracking feature on her phone several nights earlier before leaving for Vermont. Carol had originally been against it. It was her friend’s suggestion. There was never a reason she’d had to not trust Will, but after a few drinks with the girls and a discussion about what men do at bachelor parties, Carol had set up the location device on Will’s phone as a ‘just in case’ scenario.

She didn’t think he was out cheating, or even at a strip club or something of that nature. That’s what her friends had implanted in her brain; but Carol wanted to be sure if her husband-to-be did decide to get drunk and roam around, or raise a little hell with the groomsmen, that she would be able to find him with one-hundred percent certainty.

I shouldn’t have done this. She still felt guilty. It was something dishonest. It was something a woman in a trusting relationship shouldn’t have done. But, now that the light was blinking green and her parents were on a search for Joel, Carol knew it could discreetly come in handy - and then she would use Will’s inebriated state to disarm the device on the feature and never do it again.

I’m a jerk, she thought to herself, but texted her father as she began the march down the hallway to the elevators. When they took too long, she hurried to the stairs and let her sneakers pepper down them until she got the ground floor where the hotel bar was.

“Hey,” Chas greeted her, waving his phone when she emerged around the corner into the lively establishment. “I just texted you back.”

“I saw,” Carol said with a nod, “Are they here?”

He shook his head, “I can’t find ‘em.”

Her eyes scanned the room and she began her trek around the oversized space. Like the night before, people were singing and laughing and gathered with friends. But there was no sign of Will or Joel.

Carol made a beeline for the bar and placed her hands flat down on top of it. She then whipped out her phone and found a picture of WIll. “Have you seen this man tonight?” She asked when the bartender approached.

The man squinted and took a long look. “Nah, I don’t.. I don’t think so.’

She swiped her finger over the screen. “How about this guy?” Carol flashed a picture of Joel.

“Maybe. I don’t know,” he said, “It's not ringing a bell. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t here though. I served a ton of people tonight.”

“They would have been here in the last half hour, forty-five minutes.”

Carol made a face. “Thank you.” She turned to her father, “They aren’t here.” Her eyes looked down at the blinking light on her phone, “We should be right near him. Maybe he left his phone.”

Chas peaked at the screen. “What is that?”

“It’s a tracker of Will’s phone.”

“Well, does it account for different levels?”

“What do you mean?”

“The hotel,” Chas went on, “It has different levels. Maybe Will’s up or down. Does the app thing work like that?”

Carol thought about it for a second, “I.. I actually don’t know. This is my first time using it.”

“Maybe he’s either up or down a level.”

“Up is rooms.” She shook her head.

“What’s down?”

Carol thought for a moment. “The spa.. saunas.. salt caves.. Pool.”

The two of them looked at one another. “Would they do a bachelor thing down there? I mean, it’s 2024. Guys don’t always do strippers and shots these days.”

“What, like you did in the eighties?” She asked with playful accusation.

“We went golfing for my bachelor partt,” Chas said with a shrug, “Got a bit drunk doing it, but just golf.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He crossed over his chest again like he did with Frankie, “Cross my heart.”

“Okay, I know you’re being truthful.” Carol laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “Well, why don’t we check out and see if they’re getting manicures and doing shots.. and then we can call mom and tell her everything’s alright.”

“And you can get your beauty rest,” Chas added.

“I’m already beautiful,” she teased.

He kissed her temple. “That you are.”

Carol linked her arm through her father’s. “Let’s go.”

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It Counts

Sicktember 2024 - Prompt #10 The Sniffles (TM)

Words: 1,642

Pairing: Nakajima Atsushi / Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

POV: First person (Atsushi)

Atsushi’s Perspective:

The single light fills the bathroom with a warm glow, colouring my reflection orange in the mirror. I take the temperature reading device out of my mouth before it can start to beep, so as not to wake Ryuu.

Sure enough, no fever. Perfectly normal. It’s just the weather change giving the tiger, an animal taht prefers warmer environments, a bit of trouble. I’m being dramatic.

‘Spoilt brat! Since when did you become such a hypochondriac? Such weakness will only bring everyone around you down.’

The thought startles me, it came from somewhere deep inside my mind, the part that never really left the orphanage, that sometimes I fear never really will.

As quietly as I can, I walk back to bed. The entire flat has heated floors, but it still feels a bit cold. I know it’s just me because Ryuu sleeps, unbothered.

Still, if there’s any chance I even could be sick, I should sleep on the sofa. Just to be safe.

‘You selfish person, why didn’t you move to the sofa when you felt tired earlier? You’ll get him sick and then he might die!’

My mind's scolding confuses me. Am I sick or not?

The sofa is comfortable . . . normally when I’m sitting or cuddled against Ryuu, but now the discomfort is familiar. I drift to sleep, scolding myself for worrying about the neck pain.

–

“Huh?”

I think Ryuu said something to me, but I don’t really wake up until he starts the coffee grinder. The sound grate sound my ears.

“I said: Good morning, Jinko.”

“Oh.”

“May I ask why you are on the sofa?”

Crap! I can’t tell him. I mean, it’s not like I’m even ill. I don’t need him freaking out.

“Uh, I got overheated last night, so I came out here.” My voice sounds way too deep, almost guttural.

He raises an eyebrow, pouring the ground coffee into the coffee maker without looking. “Mmm, interesting, seeing as you’re wearing a jumper.”

Oops.

“Well, the jumper and blanket were too much, but the jumper by itself was fine.” I know I’m only digging myself deeper, but what else can I do? I can’t have him fussing over me when I’m not actually ill.

“Nice try, Jinko. As much as I enjoy you’re morning voice, you are clearly congested.” He trunks his back to me before I can retort.

Ah, well, there goes that. I sigh, feeling the mucus shift unpleasantly in the back of my throat. I stand, crossing the living room to the kitchen, to make breakfast.

“Peppermint, or Lemon and Ginger tea, Jinko?” He trunks around, holding up two bags.

“Ryuu, stop. It’s barely the sniffles.”

“Tea is proven to help with symptoms like sore throats and congestion.” He explains.

“I know that, but I’m not-I don’t need all that. I’m fine, just- please don’t. Let me make my breakfast. I’ve got to pack my lunch too. I have to be at work at 7:00.”

“Nakajima Atsushi . . .”

My full name. That means he’s about to try and convince me (and it’s about to work). I cut him off.

“No, I don’t even have a fever. I’m not sick enough for this.”

“For what, Atsushi, a little tea? You drink tea all the time, what’s so special about it today?”

“I, uh- you don’t need to make tea for me.”

“Of course not, nothing I do for you is “necessary”, Jinko. I am the sick one. I am the one who requires care, Everything I do for you is because I want to. I know you are perfectly capable of making tea, so are you going to do it yourself?”

I won’t. He’s caught me.

“Well, Atsushi, will you?”

I can’t. It’s not right.

The way he’s looking at me . . . I have to give him so explanation.

“I-I don’t deserve it,” I whisper. It feels pathetic to say it even if the words are air-horn loud inside my head. “I’m sorry, sorry for troubling you.”

His eyes narrow, faint brows furrowing, and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. I did just what I didn’t want to do. I made trouble for him.

He exhales heavily, then speaks, “Don’t deserve it, hmm? Well, tell me then, Jinko, how sick do you have to be before you do? Why do I deserve all you do for me?”

What? What is he saying? Of course, he deserves it.

“Because you can’t help it, and I love you!” My voice breaks. It hurts a bit.

Weak.

He exhales again, “God, Atsushi, do you hear yourself? I can’t help it? Of course not. But neither can you. You didn’t decide to become ill. You-”

“But I’m not ill, not really. I don’t have a fever, it doesn’t count.”

His eyes widen. He stands frozen for a second, then he’s hugging me, hard, face pressed into my neck, nuzzling me.

“No, Ryuu, stop, you’ll catch-”

He ignores me, “Is that what you think?”

“Yes! Now please back up!”

“If it doesn’t count, then why shouldn’t I hug you?” He asks, “If it doesn’t count, why shouldn’t I do this?” He comes close again, lips nearly touching mine.

I shove him away, barely falling back as I do. I might now be very ill, but for Ryuu, even small things can turn bad.

“Just because you have no measurable symptoms doesn’t mean that you aren’t feeling poorly. Yes?”

I sniffle, I can’t help it anymore. “Y-yes.”

“Now, which tea would you like?”

“Um, Lemon and Ginger, please.”

“Alright, go back to bed. I’ll bring it in.”

“Ryuu, I have work.”

“Sleep would speed up the recovery process.” He argues.

“I want to go to work, I feel well enough. And work would distract me.” It’s true, I’m barely congested. I don’t even have a headache.

He looks at me with slightly narrowed eyes, scanning me up and down, then nods, “There’s no need to tell you that I trust you Jinko. If you say you’re fine, I believe it, but at least allow me to make you proper breakfast and pack your lunch. Try and get a few more minutes in while I do so. You’d be no help at work if you allowed yourself to get worse.”

I can’t argue with that, as harsh as he may seem, Ryuu always knows what will knock sense into me, it seems. I suppose that’s why we’re dating.

True to his word, I have plenty of time to dress for work when Ryuu wakes me.

“But, Atsushi, you are not wearing that ridiculous get-up, not today.”

He hands me a stack of clothes before returning to the kitchen to finish breakfast.

I unfold the stack. It contains my usual colours, with slightly different components. Instead of my usual capris, there’s a pair of soft, black joggers (the fashionable kind with the thin ankle elastics), an undershirt and a soft, white T-shirt (it’s long on me, so it must be his) Lastly, a black cable knit jumper to complete the outfit. There are throat lozenges in the pocket.

I leave it off for now, knowing my elevated body temperature I might overheat, but after a second of debate, I stuff it in my bag. Just in case I can’t take the office’s air con as well as usual.

Ryuu’s breakfast is delicious, and I eat almost all of it.

I blow him a kiss as I get up. He catches it, then hands one of his black lunch boxes. It feels heavier than it should. I give him a questioning look.

“Soup.” He explains, looking me over with a frown.

“Really, Ryuu, I’m alright.”

“Where’s the jacket?”

“I’ve got it right here, in my bag.” I open my satchel to show him, “See.”

“It’s windy out today, put it on.”

Chuckling at his antics, I do. “Happy?” And I hand him back the bills from his pocket. “I think you left these.”

“O, that’s for cab fare. It should cover your trip there and home.”

“Ryuu, you don’t have to, the train is perfectly fin-”

He places a finger over my lips, reaches behind me to the coat hooks for a scarf, and fastens it on my neck.

“The station is blocks and blocks away, you don’t need to walk today. I’m sure you’ll get your steps in adequately at work. There. Now you may go. And you had better tell Dazai-san that you can’t fight today. If I see you, I’ll drag you straight back home.”

“Yeah, yeah, Ryuu, I will.” I blow him one last kiss before putting on my mask and heading out the door.

–

Of course, I get funny looks for showing up in a cab, and my outfit, but it’s mostly forgotten when they see my mask. Thankfully, Dazai-san steps in to keep Yosano-sensei, and Kyouka from worrying too much, as much of a hypochondriac as he is, he seems to understand not wanting attention.

I’m glad for my jacket, the office feels colder than usual today.

By lunch, I feel better. Kunikida-san put me on desk duty, even when I instead he didn’t, but he said it hardly mattered since we had no field cases today. Judging by the amount of paperwork from our latest cases, that’s probably a good thing.

Despite only filing papers all day, my appetite has come back. The tiger heals wounds instantaneously, but she takes a bit longer for things like this, so I’m not surprised. I’m starving.

It looks like Ryuu anticipated that I would be feeling better, just like always, even when he chides me he has more faith than I have in myself sometimes.

The lunch box contains all the ingredients for chazuke, arranged carefully, minus the tea, which is in the thermos. That must be why it felt heavy. For some reason, seeing the lunch box makes my chest feel warm. It’s nice. Is this how Ryuu feels when I care for him? I can only hope so.

As I pour the tea, I can only think that maybe my burdens aren’t as big as I think they are. Maybe sharing my burdens isn’t always so terrible. Maybe sometimes sharing can make them smaller.

Either way, Ryuu’s double portion of Chazuke is wonderful.

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every single one of these wipes sound exciting, I'm having a hard time to choose which one to ask about! I think I'm gonna go with omegadrew, if you'd like

Andrew puts the lit cigarette to his lips and taps one of the scent blockers on Neil’s pretty neck. "Why do you wear these?" Neil shrugs, touching the clear plastic patch somewhat ruefully. "It's easier to stay under the radar this way. People remember how an alpha or an omega smelled. But a beta? Nobody even thinks to notice." Andrew inhales nicotine and exhales smoke. "I noticed." Neil snorts, plucking the cigarette from Andrew’s fingertips. He holds it close to his face, but doesn’t take a drag. "You were looking a lot closer than most people." Andrew concedes to that with a nod. He pulls out a fresh stick from his pack and lights up. Neil might be content with the smell, but Andrew still needs his fix. "You're not on the run anymore." “No,” Neil agrees, "I’m not. Old habits die hard, I guess." They pass a few moments in peaceful silence, the space between them filled by the sound of cicadas and rustling leaves. "What did you do about ruts?" Andrew asks, "While you were on the run, I mean. How did you deal with them?" "I didn't," Neil answers. His cigarette is gone, but he’s still holding the spent filter, staring at it thoughtfully, "Mum put me on suppressants the moment I turned thirteen and presented. I didn't even get through my pre-rut before she shoved the pills down my throat." Silently, Andrew adds another tally to the list of Mary Hatford’s sins. "Isn't it dangerous?" he asks, "Being on suppressants for that long?" Neil shrugs. "More dangerous to be sitting ducks in a hotel room for a week until the hormones fade." Andrew turns to look at him. Neil’s eyes are far away, his expression drawn and subdued. Andrew considers Neil’s frame, his height. He is unusually small and lithe for an alpha, as if the suppressants had stunted his growth. "You're still on them,” he asks after a minute, “Aren't you?" Neil doesn't look at him. "It's more convenient this way." Andrew dismisses that with a roll of his eyes. "That's not why." "No, it's not," Neil replies, a growing edge to his voice. He levels Andrew with a sharp look, his chin lifted in challenge. "Going to interrogate me about it?" Fuck it. Neil can raise his hackles all he likes, but Andrew doesn’t back down easily. "Just wondering why you'd risk your health when you no longer need to,” he drawls, “You said so yourself; you're done running. So stop hiding." "And why should I?" Neil bites out, "My dad was an alpha too, remember?" He curses, scrubbing a hand down his face. "It's bad enough I look like him. I don't want to smell like him, act like him… become him." Neil pauses. The look he flicks at Andrew is more fearful than angry, an animal cornered with no escape. "Besides,” he adds quietly, fixing his gaze on the ground, “You hate alphas." Anger tastes like ash in Andrew’s throat. He stubs out his cigarette and grabs Neil by the chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Listen to me," he commands, “I will only say this once. You are not your father. You think your piece of shit dad ever spent a second of his miserable life worrying about other people's comfort? Do you think he ever gave a shit about anyone but himself?" Neil stares at him in shock before shaking his head. “No, I-" “Exactly,” Andrew snaps, "You are not him because you are not capable of being him. Despite both of your parents' attempts to stamp out your desire for human connection, you love people. You care, in your own weird, fucked up kind of way. It's who you are." "I-" Neil starts to argue before seeming to think better of it, "Thank you." "Don't thank me,” Andrew says, releasing his chin, “Just stop being an idiot and get off those damn suppressants before they kill you." He pulls out another cigarette and pokes a harsh finger at Neil’s chest. "And don't you dare stay on them for my sake. Try to coddle me, and I'll kill you myself." Neil lets out a brittle laugh, and Andrew pretends not to notice when he wipes at his eyes. “I won’t,” he says finally, “I promise.”

#asks #ask crow #wip game

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a snippet from my Valjean/Javert post-Seine wip - you can read the whole chapter on ao3

Happy Javert Derailed day!

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Javert coughed and spat out water. The cobblestones were hard under his knees, but he barely felt them. He coughed and coughed, his body twisting, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. His chest hurt. He was alive. The chains rattled as Javert tried to move his arms—to support himself, to grab on something, to make it stop. He couldn’t.

He couldn’t.

Helpless.

Javert’s breath quickened. His chest heaved; he breathed through his mouth, and tears fell slowly down his wet face. Disgusting. Unbecoming.

Like an anchor, a strong hand gripped Javert’s shoulder. Javert gave a start, his heart beating in his temples. The hand pressed harder. Javert exhaled and bent his head, chin brushing his wet cravat. Why was this man here? Why had Javert ever crossed paths with him?

Valjean. Jean Valjean. He was like a weed Javert could not get rid of. It took root in his mind, and even when Javert yanked it out, even when he planted different plants, he could never obliterate Jean Valjean. And now, the weeds were sprouting, covering every inch and nook of Javert’s mind.

He could not see clearly. The paths, so clear, so light just two days ago, were obscured and unbeaten.

Javert was lost.

His shoulders slumped. Valjean guided him gently towards the ground, and Javert let him. He lay there, on his side, noting the small clusters of grass growing between the cobblestones. Yes, weeds never cared about order and their proper place. Never.

Valjean sat down with a heavy sigh, close enough for Javert to touch him with his knee. For years, Javert’s only desire was to catch Jean Valjean, to put him back to where he rightfully belonged, but now . . . Now, he was tired.

“Javert,” Valjean said and stopped. His fingers tugged at the grass close to his leg, curling the straw around his index finger. It snapped.

“You cannot get rid of weeds.” Javert’s voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat.

Valjean’s fingers stilled. They were dirty.

Javert wrinkled his nose. “You smell,” he said. “Why haven’t you changed your clothes?” Javert didn’t wait for an answer. Now, when he started to talk, he couldn’t stop. “Why are you here? Did you not understand I no longer want anything to do with you? Why would a prey search out its hunter?” Despite the words, Javert spoke quietly with no derision or scorn. “I wished, for years, that chance would bring us together. I knew it would. It did, just hours ago. But this is ridiculous. Why aren’t you at home? You should have killed me. You should have let me die. That would be justice.”

“Do you still believe me capable of murder?” Valjean asked in a strange tone.

Javert’s head hurt. “Why does it matter what I believe?” Javert could see it again. The flames in Toulon, and Valjean risking his life to save his fellow convict. Risking his disguise to save an old man from being crushed by a cart. Saving that prostitute. Saving her child. Saving that idiot boy Pontmercy.

Letting Javert go.

“I let you go,” Javert said.

“That isn’t like you, Javert.”

Javert sat up, swallowing a groan. The manacles clinked. His arms were in pain. “Don't talk as if you know me.”

“That never stopped you.” Valjean raised his head. He looked as exhausted as Javert felt.

Javert sighed. “Go home, monsieur.”

“Where’s the key, Javert?”

Javert must have looked confused because Valjean added, “You’re wearing handcuffs.”

“Ah . . . yes.”

“Where’s the key?”

“There’s no key.” Javert looked at the river. “A crime was committed. I’ve sentenced myself to death.”

Silence, then Valjean laughed. It was a short and mirthless sound. “A crime? You?”

Javert’s stomach tightened. Did Valjean still not understand? Javert pursed his lips and said nothing, locking eyes with Valjean.

Valjean’s face was unreadable. Or perhaps Javert lost the ability to read in it. Maybe he never could—only seeing what he expected, never listening, never understanding.

Valjean stood up with a groan. “Can you walk?” he asked.

“Why?” Then, with a sigh, “Yes.”

Valjean helped him to his feet. Javert burned with shame as he stumbled and collided with Valjean’s body. The last two days couldn’t have been any worse.

“About that key . . .” Valjean said.

“I left it on the parapet.”

Valjean hummed and started to walk away from the river, Javert’s arm firmly in his grasp.

Javert could do nothing but follow.

#valvert #javert #jean valjean #les miserables #why not post this when it's relevant 🙃#i'm currently distracted with toulon era fic but i will continue this one day #my writing

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FFXIV Write 2024 | Day 7 "Morsel"

Master Post | My AO3 | Challenge Info

~ 1.3k words | Teen | Gen | WoL & Menphina | CW: Angst, Endwalker Spoilers

“May I ask you something, my lady?” Ifan asked, gazing up towards Menphina in her majesty. The goddess smiled at Ifan, floating a few yalms above the marble paths of the Omphalos.

“But of course, my child,” she said, her tone a silver tinkling of icy bells. “I shall do my utmost to answer candidly.”

The Warrior of Light smiled back, but there was hesitation in it.

“You said you heard every prayer, right?” he asked. “No matter how small or distant?”

Menphina nodded gracefully in answer. “That is so. Though we are bound to nonintervention, our children ever have our ears.” she said.

Ifan paused as his lips pinched in a sheepish look.

“...You must have heard some pretty nasty things, huh?” he speculated, with an off-handed tone.

“Indeed. To varying levels of vulgarity.” she said, with a light laugh.

Though he chuckled along with her, Ifan’s face grew somewhat grave. His mouth twisted as he looked off to the side, and his right hand went to his left wrist to try and stop himself from fidgeting.

“Guess that means you’ve heard my prayers too, then?” he asked, quietly and after a short silence.

The sheen moons of her unpupiled irises remained affixed on him, and her face and voice took on a sad edge; an uneasy night after a bloody day. “...I have, my child.” she answered.

Ifan let out a soft breath, his gaze shifting to the ground. “Well…” He wet his lips, and nodded without looking up. “I asked you to judge me kindly, and here I am. So… judge away.”

Menphina gazed at Ifan carefully, her face still sad but carrying a firm resolve. Her eyes went to the faintly pained expression on his face, a reflex from the memory of having cried so much his eyes began to sting, as well as to his throat where he kept swallowing. Though he said nothing, his voice was still as clear to her as those dark moments by the homespun altar Ifan always set up in his inn rooms where he prayed every morning and each night.

Fairest goddess, wandering the night, in your name I bear my heart… Judge me kindly for my sins. I ask no forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. Just… take care of them, please. The men I love… the men I hurt… Give them happiness. Give them peace.

The goddess closed her eyes, and nodded slowly.

“I judge you to be human, Ifan.” Menphina stated, clearly. Then she opened her eyes, and smiled softly at the Warrior of Light again.

Ifan inhaled sharply, looking up at her. His eyebrows fell towards the ends, and his face became beseeching.

“What kind of human? The sort that-” The magician cut himself off, taking in a shaky breath before shaking his head as he gazed off towards the side again.

“...I sleep around too much,” he continued, “I fall in love too quickly, and it messes everything up. Things might feel better after Ultima Thule, but…” Ifan shook his head again, closing his eyes as he struggled to put thought to words.

Menphina tilted her head sympathetically, a quiet smile on her face as she let Ifan wade through the mess of feeling in his head and heart. “Take your time, dear.” she said.

Ifan paced himself; focusing on steadying his breathing first, then working up his courage to admit to one of the Twelve themselves the true feelings of his heart… which was easier than he expected, but not surprising as he’d done it all his life.

“...It frightens me that I have the capacity to do that sort of thing at all,” he said, quietly. “To treat people as badly as I did. It.. it feels like if I forgive myself for anything…” Ifan’s eyes were closed, and he took in a pained gasp as if afraid to finish what he wished to say. Menphina waited for a little while before assisting him.

“You may err again, yes?” she supplied, gently, “That is your fear?”

The magician exhaled. He nodded, then looked up at her again. “Aye.” he admitted.

Menphina gave a little hum as she considered what to say, her smile growing more thoughtful and sedate. Then it widened again, and she nodded down at Ifan gracefully once more.

“You have no need of my permission to forgive yourself, Ifan,” she said. “Yet if you need it, then it is yours. Wholeheartedly.”

Ifan’s lips parted, then he swallowed before smiling up at her with a faint wetness in his eyes. “...Thank you, my lady. I’m very grateful.” he said.

Her smile widened yet further as she canted her head down towards him, peering at him pointedly. “As am I, for having had the chance to speak with you.” Menphina said, with that same brightness she had used when greeting him. Then it took on a softer and more reassuring quality as she went on. “Be at ease, my child… Truly wicked people have no fear of wickedness, thus how can you be so?”

The Warrior of Light’s smile faded. His chin lowered and his lips pursed into a faintly fearful, disbelieving frown. “...Do you really mean that?” he asked.

Menphina nodded. “I judge you to be a kind man, my child,” she said. “And one in sore need of some company from his friends, and love, as well.” Her eyes glanced up in the direction of the center of the Omphalos for emphasis, followed by a knowing smile.

Ifan’s frown began to fade at the reminder that he wasn’t by himself. A small and amused breath escaped his nostrils as he smiled.

“Aye,” he agreed, standing upright again. “I think you’re right.”

He didn’t turn to leave, however. Instead, Ifan kept on looking up at her - and his smile faded again by half.

“...It can’t be easy. Listening to all that heartbreak.” he said, voice almost a whisper.

Menphina gave no answer, nor did her expression change. She was still smiling - but Ifan got the sense it wasn’t an expression of her choosing, but one of necessity for sanity.

Smiles better suited gods, as well, it seemed.

Ifan nodded up at her, taking a long breath and doing his best not to feel foolish trying to offer sympathy towards one of the Twelve. “I don’t have a right to speak for everyone on Etheirys, but… thank you. For all you’ve done for me, for us. Even if it’s just listening.” he said, with pure gratitude.

The goddess let out a small breath, blinking once before her smile took on a thankful lightness - and then she floated down towards the Warrior of Light, leaned forward, and pressed an oversized but gentle kiss to the right side of his face.

Ifan went totally still as if frozen in ice, but his face was burning ruddy bronze when her lips left his cheek. He swallowed, pouting up at her with an expression that elicited a silver laugh from her.

“You have my heartfelt gratitude in turn, my child,” she said. “Our faith in you, in all our children, has proven out. You exceeded expectations, and done what others only dreamed. That the star lives, and loves, is living proof of how our trust has been rewarded. Thus, do I have faith that you will continue to exceed your own.” ”

Menphina gestured with her armored hand, indicating their surroundings. Not just the Phantom Realm, nor even all Eorzea, but what she and those who came before the world was sundered called ‘oikoumene’ - the habitable world, a known world to its inhabitants, but unknowable in its totality. The place where love and stories live.

Her hand then gestured at the Warrior of Light; to his scarred chest, and to the heart which still beat strongly in it.

“Follow the moonlight, Ifan,” she said her face bearing a warmth which rivaled Azeyma’s. “Fear not what you find, and go with grace.”

#ffxiv #writing #fanfiction #ffxiv writing #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite 2024 #ffxiv oc #warrior of light #ifan kaleid #menphina #it's more of a metaphorical morsel lmao #endwalker spoilers

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luneariaa · 7 months

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ღ || cigarett. { 𝐈 }

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : lars alexandersson x reader.

✰ 𝐰. 𝐜. : 1k+

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : due to the last failed mission, you got stressed out and is back to do one of your old habits. but then, lars gets into your view.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : not much proof-read. gn! reader, but having a female reader in mind. mentions of reader smoking due to stress ( i'm not a smoker myself so i hope i did this right somehow ); reader having a pretty troubled mind. but other than that, nothing much.

✰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : this is supposed to be only a oneshot, but i got carried away, so i'm planning for this to have several more parts to come.

☁︎ : part 2.

. dividers by @/saradika !! 💫

Another failed mission. Just great. You already feel like you’ve messed it up– so much, lately. So often, in a way that causes you to consider leaving the rebel army for good.

Due to all of the mess, one of your bad habits just sticks with you, no matter how hard you try to fix yourself with it. It’s only been a few moments since you practically avoided the others; staying away completely from them as you tried to set your mind at ease, so you could at least manage to receive any proper scolding from the Commander that you knew yourself all too well. You deserve a good smack of words anyway.

But if he were to witness one of your bad habits right now– one that he has tried to nicely advise you back then– he might get upset.

Fingers finding its way around the newly ignited cigarette, you gradually released the puff of smoke with a sigh.

That’s the thing. You weren’t supposed to smoke. If he were to find you in this state, he probably would be so disappointed, especially when you had made a promise with him that you’ll try to quit smoking.

The option to avoid him at all costs is more desirable the longer you stay out here.

Your head tilts slightly to the side, avoiding the smoke to come in contact with your eyes. Even being highly unaware that a certain, sandy brown-haired male has now set his gaze upon you from afar, mind full of thoughts. Perhaps, you were so busy, distracted within your own little world.

A light pull of your cigarette causes a startled gasp to elicit from you, breaking you out from your current muddled state of mind.

“That’s not healthy for you.. I thought you said you’d quit.”

And instead of an annoyed look whatsoever, his face is covered with gentle concern towards your wellbeing. Which is a tad bit unfair, from your perspective. Huffing under your breath once you regain your composure, you try your best to grab the cigarette back from his hand. “Hey, I almost finished that one..”

“And that’s why I took it away. It doesn’t matter if you’re close to finishing it, it’s still bad for you, regardless.” Lars sighs almost quietly, tossing the remaining used cigarette away somewhere on the ground, before stomping on it. “You should know that by now.”

You eventually just pout with pure disappointment painted upon your features, as he grabs the rest of the box away from you; swiftly avoiding any attempts of you trying to get it back.

“Don’t. I’m going to throw all of this away, for the sake of your whole being.”

There’s a certain firmness in each of his words, yet there is also, in some way, a tone of care.

He means it well, you’re aware, so you have no choice but to accept his words and actions as it is.

Lars is so worried about you, and it makes you feel like a total ashamed failure yourself, even more when he sees you in this state. So, you mentally prepared yourself for anything that might happened next–

Only for him to have his strong arms encircling around your form in a delicate, tender manner.

You were stunned for a few more moments, trying to comprehend everything that’s been happening within the span of short seconds. Somehow, he’s able to sense the sudden shift of emotion raging within you, even the way you decided to stay silent.

A soft sigh exhales out from him. “I know that you’re probably stressed over the latest mission, or even something else entirely. But know that you’re not alone, okay?” His hand finds its way to the back of your head, giving it a reassuring type of caress.

“It’s not your fault, and people make mistakes. Me included.”

“No matter what anyone says, I’ll stay right here with you.”

The male didn’t expect you to give out any replies sometime soon, genuinely just wanted to offer you some comfort that you might have needed. He feels relieved once he feels that gradually, you return the gesture, keeping your face temporarily hidden on his chest.

“It’s kinda hard..” He hears you mumbling from his chest, holding onto him still.

“And that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with experiencing those types of feelings, at least, for once in a while. But I never wanted you to keep it all to yourself if it ever becomes too much.”

“I just.. Don’t want to see you in a state like this.”

Lars tightened the hug ever so slightly, yet still tries to not cause any possible discomfort for you within his reassuring hold. “No matter how hard things may get, know that I’ll always be here for you.”

“You’re really willing to help me through this..?”

When he gradually released you from the hug, his eyes remained still on you– nodding firmly and with certainty.

“Of course, I’m your friend, right? And it would hurt me whenever I see you like this.”

His fingers found its way to poke your forehead with an amused smirk, before you playfully swatted his hand away with a huff. “You’re lucky that I love you.” You mean it as a friend, cherishing each one of his given efforts and never getting tired of doing so.

“And I almost forgot–” the Commander digs into his pocket to presumably grab something. “-- here. Chew this whenever you feel the need to smoke again. It should try to satisfy the urge, since the two are quite minty and fresh. Well– cigarettes aren’t that fresh though.”

You lightly chuckled at his words, not bothering to question on why he has the seemingly new and unopened pack of gum. You appreciated him, nonetheless. But it did leave him with an almost unreadable expression when your attention is not on him.

He asks within his mind. Do you ever notice the way your eyes light up whenever you speak with him; every time he tells you, or at least, attempts to joke with you? Do you ever know the way you smile is quite infectious to it, even when you can sometimes be so self-conscious about it? It’s always, and always the small details itself, and he’s proud to call you his work partner. His friend.

“You know..” His hand now gently pushes your head up to face him once more. “Your eyes are so pretty to look at. So, it would be a shame if all that smoking might damage them.”

You take your time with letting his words sink in, and giving him the further opportunity to add more to his words.

“I don’t know, but for me, eyes are one of the most attractive features that one can have. It’s the window to the soul; at least that’s what I kept hearing back then.”

“I never wish to see it being tainted in a way, the same goes to your whole being.”

It made you think for a split second. Out of the blue, you feel the sudden embarrassment beginning to creep in due to all of the eye contact; moving your head away elsewhere, trying your best to hide the smile from forming even further.

“You always have your own way with words.”

He laughs humorously, ruffling your hair with a small, yet apparent smirk. And you couldn’t help yourself, but to reciprocate the gesture as well.

Do you know how much he adores the way you laugh? You may not know or not notice anything, but he knows for sure– always so certain with his way of words to you.

“Lars, thank you, truly I do.”

“I won’t mess up our next mission. I’ll try my best with it, for you.”

But the promises fell short when the mission caused an even bigger mess than intended.

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coleskingdom · 9 months

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Mine

Jay White x Reader

AU readers dad works for a promotion who wants to work with NJPW, and is asking his daughter to marry David Finlay. Bullet Club holds power however a last minute decision is made.

Warnings: Runaway Bride, panic attack, oral sex (fm receiving), p in v, male and female orgasms

Mentions of Adam Page, Matt Jackson and Adam Cole

Genre Smut

Standing in the dressing room of the church I wondered how could I go through with this. I knew that even though my father told me what I was doing was best for business, I cringed at the thought of walking down the aisle and seeing David Finlay at the altar backed by his band of strippers and thugs. His groomsmen were so gross that I couldn’t even have bridesmaids, instead I chose my four best male friends, and a calculated move against my future husband. A knock at the door and Matt stuck his head in “it’s time” he said looking like he was leading me to my own execution. I nodded and asked for another minute. I took a few more calming breaths but each breath seemed to get caught in my throat. My hands shaking, the next knock at the door was from the Adam’s, “ they’re getting impatient, do you want to call it off” Cole asked, Page pulled a flask from his jacket screwed off the cap handing it to me and I took a long pull off “ hey hey, save some for those of us who have to witness this” he teased trying to make me laugh. “ Where’s Jay?” I asked hesitantly “ He’s here but he said he can’t see you , he feels like he’s somehow responsible for this mess.” I blinked back tears, Page wiped my cheeks and kissed my forehead, “you have to make a decision. Whatever you decide we will support you ”. he said quietly “ I can’t let my father down, he’s counting on being able to work with Finlay and NJPW. Let’s go, before I run. “ I said reluctantly walking out of the room.The last word rattled in my brain , I could run, I could choose myself for once. I shook my head to refocus on what had to be done.

I heard the music as my bridesmen walked down the aisle an audible gasp at the realization of who I had chosen Matt Jackson, Adam Page, Adam Cole and Jay White all former members of the club and the current leader of Bullet Club Gold all work for the company that infuriates my father. I smiled my father couldn’t control everything. I walked with my chin up, David’s eyes full of rage, and his jaw set as he saw me walking towards him. I handed my bouquet to Matt, who took it reluctantly and tried to reassure me by rubbing the top of my hand . I heard David say I do, the priest then asked me and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. My brain screamed run that if I could just get out of here I could just breathe. “I can’t” I said and I turned and ran up the aisle I made it all the way outside . A black challenger, pulled up in front of me, the window rolled down and there was Jay “Get In” he said I opened the door and got in the gravel was flying before I could get the door closed.

How did you know? I asked still trying to quell the panic attack as the reality of what I had done set in. “ Breath, one two three four exhale” he said “ How did I know? It’s all my fault, when I lost to Eddie. I knew it was only a matter of time before your father and David would agree to this. I saw the sadness in your eyes and hoped you would make this choice. ” I took in his words I never realized he paid attention, when I asked him to stand at my sham of a wedding he agreed quicker than the other three. He declined being my man of honor, but that he’d stand for me.

“ Where are we going? I can’t go to the hotel, or home they’ll find me there. I know I ruined everything Jay” and began to cry again. “ I’ve got you.” as he turned down a dirt road leading through trees into a clearing into that sat a little cabin with a porch. “Whose place is this?” “It’s mine,it’s my getaway it’s my grounding point. Come on let’s get it in it’s starting to rain.” I got out and ran to the porch, laughing at the irony of it all. “Rain on your wedding day is supposed to be good luck.” The laughing turning into sobs, Jay unlocked the door and guided me inside.

“ I’ve got to get out of this dress, it’s suffocating me. Jay help.” With that he was on me he went to the back of the dress to try and undo the buttons. “They’re not unfastening, what did you do to this dress”. “Jay cut me out of it, please” “ My pleasure, sweet girl” with that he stood in front of me the switchblade in his hand as he cut the bodice of my dress and peeled it off of me he went to the back and loosened the corset straps. My breathing returned to normal, but my skin felt like it was on fire.

Jay’s breath on the back of my neck, his light touch in reassuring circles as he was trying to calm me. “ You’re a clever girl, wrapping yourself up in multiple layers knowing that David would be too drunk to figure this out. He never deserved you, he wouldn’t know what to do with this pretty little package so nicely wrapped in silk and lace.The question is how many layers are there. I however am a patient man who’s waited years hoping one day that you might see me the way I’ve always seen you” his words registering in my brain, I had been with Jay for years I followed him around the world, taking different jobs saying I was trying to learn the business to understand my father better at least that’s what I told myself. Though I found myself in rooms with Jay more often than not, when the other guys left for AEW, I stayed behind with Jay. I couldn’t leave him there alone we had been together so long. For all of his bravado he was a man with many layers. I had found my chosen family in these travels. I always shrugged off the feelings that I’d developed for Jay on and off through the years I thought he thought of me as one of the boys.

“Jay,” I said trying to quell the emotions, “ I shouldn’t have said all that, it’s not fair, you’ve been through enough these past…” I turned and captured his lips in a kiss catching him off guard for half a second, however he quickly took charge of the kiss, he deepened the kiss my tongue relenting as he slowed it down. He broke the kiss, moving along my jaw, down the side of neck. Taking his time like I might break or disappear. I giggled, he stopped kissing me and I giggled even harder. “ I’ve never gotten that reaction from a woman” a little dismayed. I reached for his hand brushing my thumb over his knuckles. “ Jay, I’m sorry, I’m standing here with my wedding dress cut down the middle on the floor in a corset petticoats a garter and heels and you are in a suit , in a romantic cabin, with you and I’ve never been happier in my whole life.“ I said smiling “ My sweet girl, I’m going to make tonight and every night happier than the last.” He turned me around working on the ribbons of the corset again and kissed my spine as he undid them one by one, taking his time never rushing. “You really had a plan didn’t you, but you’re the most beautiful gift I’ve ever unwrapped “ with the corset and petticoats removed I stood there in front of Jay my wedding night lingerie. “ I feel like I’m over dressed"he grinned, inches from me. He began to undress he took off is coat, each move was for my benefit he removed the cufflinks and placed them on the table, unbuttoned the white shirt his abs now on full display, he rolled up his sleeves like a man on a mission.

When our bodies meet it’s like time stands still there is nothing soft in this kiss. He kisses me like he’s trying to conquer me, to prove something to me and himself. His mouth tastes like whiskey, the same whiskey I drank before I walked down the aisle. Suddenly, he’s walking me backwards one hand in my hair the other on my waist, as we enter his bedroom never breaking the kiss. He sets me down on the edge of the bed and drops to his knees before me. My breath hitches. His eyes linger on my breasts for a few moments before he places a kiss on my stomach, then my hip bone, another to bow at the top of my white lace thong.

I shut my eyes in response to the sudden ache inside my chest.His palms land on my ribcage and move skyward until they're wrapped around my breasts. An appreciative breath escapes him.”Fuck, these feel good," he rasps against my skin, his lips still pressing kisses to my abdomen. Warm pleasure slips through my veins at what he's doing to me. How he's touching me. He drops one hand to my thigh, lifts my leg, and slings it over his shoulder. He lifts his gaze to meet mine.”You're not going anywhere unless I let you,my sweet girl.” I moan as his palm runs over my mound, “My girl is already so wet, and I’ve barely even begun “ he rips the fabric of my thong. My body shudders with anticipation, his mouth finds my pussy licking my slit, his tongue darting in out of my core, avoiding my clit, by just blowing softly on it. “Jay, please “ I beg, knowingly he takes his thumb and begins rubbing my clit. My body tenses as I feel my orgasm building, he replaces his mouth with his fingers. The sounds my body is making, as his mouth begins to lick and suck my clit. “Jay I’m going to come,” Not yet , be a good girl, I promise you’re almost there” he added a third finger making me feel impossibly full, stroking deep inside of me. My pussy squeezing his fingers, “okay now, sweet girl” with a final curl of his fingers. The pressure that had built inside me snapped and I came off the mattress as my back arched and my mind went blank and all I could remember was his name. He worked me through my pleasure “ Jay I need you”, my body and mind chasing that release that freedom again.

Jay stands he pulls his arms out of the sleeves, the muscles in his shoulders and chest flexing with the movement.The pants go next, together with the boxers. My gaze dips to his abs, the V-below, then lower. I swallow. Somehow, he looks even bigger than I imagined. He gets on the bed, settles his weight between my legs, wraps one palm around my thigh, hiking it up higher. I run my hands up his muscled chest. He's burning up. So am I.

His cock presses against my center, and he wraps his fist around it, guiding it where it belongs. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me, he fills me all the way and a moan pours out of him. “Fucking perfect, you’re taking me so good, sweet girl.” He kisses me before he pulls back and pushes into me even deeper this time. My other leg comes around to the back of his thigh my heel digging in to encourage him to keep going. “My greedy girl, wants more, tell me what you need .” Faster Jay, please” he speeds up lowering his head to suck on my neck. “ You’re squeezing me so tight, you feel so good, you’re fucking perfect.” He mutters. His words set me off. The pressure begins to build again increasing with every smooth stroke, He changes the angle of his hips and it’s even better and more intense. My eyes roll to the back of my head, as my orgasm takes over. "Mine," he growls as I flutter around him. His body grows taut, every muscle prominent and hard. I scrape my nails down his chest and watch his face morph into a grimace. His cock jerks, and he spills inside of me with a guttural groan. For a while, we stay tangled with each other. I press a kiss to his chest. He brushes his fingers through my hair.

A phone ringing on the night stand breaks the silence. I pout as he pulls out of my body, I wanted to keep us here in this moment for as long as possible. “Sweet girl, if I don’t answer this phone, we are going to have your other 3 bridesmen here, and that would ruin my plans.” he answers the phone. “ Hello, yes I’ve got her. She’s okay.” I begin to press kisses along his chest down his abs his breath hitches “ No, she’s going to stay here. Yes, it’s final” as I kiss lower. His hands playing in my hair. “ Fuck” he hisses “I will deal with Finlay and her father tomorrow, if they ask any further questions tell them she’s mine.” He slammed the phone down.

“No where were we” I said.

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justagamerandaweeb · 9 months

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A Massage - Kyojuro and Uzui x Reader

"God, I feel so sticky..." You thought as were walking into the Ryokan. You were done with training and your entire body was sweaty and you felt stiff.

Once you entered, you grabbed a towel and started to take your clothes off. You folded your uniform and folded them up and placed it on the wooden chair after you wrapped the towel on you.

You thought you would have the hot spring all to yourself for tonight, but you saw something in your peripheral. You saw Tengens and Kyojuros clothes folded and on a wooden table.

" Kyojuro and Uzui are here? Huh. I thought I would have the hot spring to myself tonight. Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe they're already asleep and I can take the other side."

As you were walking closer to the hot spring, you heard the faint sound of chattering behind the door.

You peek through the door to see Kyojuro and Uzui having a conversation with each other. "Crap. They aren't asleep. Maybe I should wait until they get tired and then I'll get it in."

You were about to quietly close the door back until you heard Uzui. "Hey, whoever's behind that door, show yourself. We won't hurt you unless you're a demon of course."

Kyojuro then looks at the door and back at Uzui. "I don't hear anything, Uzui. You sure somebody's here?"

He nods. "Give her a minute."

You exhaled through your nose. "Well, there goes my chance of waiting." You opened the door and asked him, "How'd you know I was here?"

"I have enhanced hearing, just like that yellow-haired idiot, I can anything and anyone from the slightest sound."

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's a pleasure seeing you here this evening, why are you here?" Kyojuro said as he turns his body around and rests his arms on the solid ground.

"I-I came here to relax. I trained all day today and my entire body feels sore and stiff."

"I see. As you should as well, training as a Demon Slayer is important, but trying to relax and rest your muscles is just as equally as important." Kyojuro said with a sincere smirk on his face.

Uzui gestures at you to get inside. "Cmon, drop that towel and get in, we won't bite."

You untucked your towel and it started to slowly fall off, giving you enough time to cover yourself.

Once the towel was fully off of you, and you were covering your parts, you slowly walked up to the hot spring and engulfed your foot in it.

Once the bottom half of your body was in the water, you covered your breast with both your arms. And once your entire body was covered in the warm water, you turned your body around and rested your head and arms, and exhaled in relief.

Uzui does the same and says, "How ya Feelin'?"

"Like my body just shut down on itself, in a good way, though."

"Do still feel tense, (Y/N)?" Kyojuro asked you as he postures himself up.

"A little bit but, I think it's nothing to worry about."

"Even though you said it's nothing to worry about, I still should help you relax more. So, will you let me massage your body for a minute?"

Uzui raises his eyebrow as he smirks and looks at Kyojuro. "What are you trying to go for, Kyojuro? Are you trying to get more intimate with her? Because if that's what you want, I can help you with that." He said that the last part with a hushed, seductive tone in his voice.

"No, I'm just gonna rub her body for a bit until she tells me she's perfectly comfortable." He said without stuttering but had a light blush on his face.

Uzui scoffs as he said, "Alright then, do whatever you have to do." And turns around as he closes his eyes and spread his arms at the edge of the hot spring.

Kyojuro then got behind you and started to massage your body. You quietly moaned as you felt Kyojuro's warm hands caressing your body.

"How do you feel, (Y/N)? Am I making you feel uncomfortable, or is this making you feel good?"

"It feels good Kyojuro..."

"Alright, you want me to keep going?"

You nodded and Kyojuro continued to rub your body. Your muscles felt all loose and you groaned.

Kyojuro blushed and felt his cock getting erect. "Calm down, Kyojuro. You're just massaging her body, that's all. There's no reason to get excited. Don't poke her with your... Thing." He saw a knot on your back and presses it with his elbow.

"(Y/N), you mind if you can breathe in for a second?"

You breathed in through your nose and heard a popping sound and breathed out through your mouth.

"There you go, much better." He moves to the left of you and rests his arms and head on the solid ground.

"Thanks, Kyojuro. I feel so much more comfortable now." You saw Kyojuro covering his face and saw faint pink on his face. "Why are you blushing?"

Kyojuro sighs for what he was about to say. "I won't lie to you, (Y/N), and I understand if you feel disgusted when I say this, but I'm getting turned on."

Your face blushed red when he heard him say that. "W-Why? How?"

"I was just touching your back, that's all. But the noises you were making made it feel more sensual so I couldn't control myself. I understand if you are disgusted with me and think I'm a pervert now that I confessed that to you."

You shook your hands in front of him and said, "No no no! I should be the one you call a pervert! Since I was making noises while you were touching me and I couldn't control myself." You said as you had a faint blush on your face.

"But I'm not the type of person to call a woman a pervert. My mother didn't raise me as a rude person. So please, take the blame on me."

"I'm not gonna blame you for something that wasn't your fault. My entire body felt stiff and you did a favor for me. But my body was so stressed out and when you were massaging me, I was in a trance and it felt good."

Kyojuro did nothing but look at you for the next couple of seconds. "Kyojuro?" You waved your hand in front of him and as soon you were about to drop it, he grabbed your hand.

"K-Kyojuro!?" His hand becomes entangled with yours and lowers back into the water. "(Y/N)..." He started to lean in towards you as his other hand was holding the back of your head. "K-Kyojuro, what are you-" His lips connected with yours.

Your eyes widen as you felt the Flame Hashira kiss your lips. His arm started to get down to your back as his tongue enters his mouth. You felt his tongue twirling on yours, and soon you caught on with him and started to dance with his tongue.

"M-Mmm..." You wrapped your arm around Kyojuro's neck as you leaned your head to the right to make the kiss closer.

As you were getting pulled to Kyojuro's body, you felt something poking your stomach as he was pulling you. Your eyes widened and you started to tap on his neck for him to stop.

He stops kissing you with a red blush on his face as he caresses your face with his hand. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? Did I not do it right?"

"No, it's not that. It's just..." You said as your eyes panned down his lower body. Kyojuro looks down as well and saw his cock touching you.

His eyes widen and he backed up away from you as he covered himself with his hands. "Forgive me, (Y/N). I didn't mean to touch you with my cock."

You were about to speak when suddenly you felt Uzui's hands fondle your breasts. "Well if you didn't mean to touch her with it, why did you go ham on kissing her?"

"U-Uzui!? I-I thought you were asleep. H-How much did you hear that?"

"The whole thing baby. And don't think I don't wanna hear more." He said as he leans down and kisses your neck.

Kyojuro was just watching as he felt his cock twitching. You being dominated by Uzui as he kissed your neck and touched your breast, it made him want to join in and fuck you until you couldn't walk. "Yo, Kyojuro." Kyojuro was pulled out of his trance when he heard Uzui call him.

"You want in on this?"

Kyojuro took no time and started to walk toward you. Uzui puts his hands on your hips and Kyojuro groped your breasts. You moaned as you felt his firm hands roughly fondling your breasts, but not so hard that he might hurt you.

"Damn, Kyojuro. You couldn't even respond to my question? Guess you really wanted this." He says with a smirk on his face.

Kyojuro then started to twirl your tongue around your nipple, making you make a soft half scream. "K-Kyojuro..."

Uzui got close to your ear and said, "Why are you holding back? No ones coming, we have the place to ourselves as of tonight."

"I-I don't wanna..."

'Really? Well, then I can fix that." His right hand started to go between your hips and started to rub his finger against your pussy.

"A-Ahh! U-Uzui..." You let out a half shout as you felt Uzui's finger brushing against your folds. "There you go, baby... Just like that."

As Uzui was rubbing your pussy, Kyojuro started to suck on your nipple as he was fondling the other one. "Kyojuro is sucking your boob like a newborn, while I brush my finger against your pussy. How does it feel?"

"I-It feels really good..."

He chuckles as he gets up to your ear, "That's the answer I was looking for, but we can do better. You want us to go further, and fuck you until you can't walk anymore?"

You felt shivers go down your spine when Uzui said that. You close your eyes and imagined Uzui and Kyojuro fucking your tight holes. Your legs shook a little when you imagined it. You open your eyes and said, "Yes."

Uzui chuckles again as he whispers, "Good. Don't worry we're gonna make you feel really fucking good." He looks down at Kyojuro and said, "Yo, Kyojuro, stop sucking her tits, we're going to the other room."

Kyojurk stops sucking your breast. "For what?"

"You know..." Uzui said as Kyojuros cock twitched again. "Lead the way, Uzui."

Uzui then holds you bridal style as he stood up, and exited the hot spring. Kyojuro follows Uzui to the bedroom.

As Uzui walks into the bedroom, he puts you down on the bed and lays down at the edge of the bed next to you. "C'mere, (Y/N), sit on my stomach."

You sat up and your eyes widened when you saw his cock. He looked so big, he looked around 11 in a half inches long and 6 in a half inches thick.

You were nervous but that didn't stop you from doing what he asked. You got on top of him and felt his hands grope your butt. "Your ass feels so soft, (Y/N). I just wanna take my cock, and grind it in between them."

Uzui wraps his arms around you and repositions himself and you felt something warm touching your entrance.

"But I'm gonna do more than that. We're gonna fuck you to the point where you tremble in ecstasy and stutter every time you talk."

He grabbed his cock and slowly pushed himself inside you. You groan in pain and pleasure as you felt his big tip enter inside you.

Kyojuro had some sort of lube and started to pour the lubricant into his hand and started to stroke his cock, making it more oily and will make it easier to enter your ass.

You started to whimper as you felt Uzui's cock going deeper inside you. "Uzui, it's too much..."

"Breathe, baby. Just breathe." He says as he strokes your hair. Kyojuro walks up behind you and grabs your ass as he prods your ass with his cock. Since his cock was all lubed up, it was easy for him to slip inside you.

You made a yelping noise as felt Kyojuros' warm and wet cock enter your ass. "K-Kyojuro!" You shouted as Kyojuro started to thrust his hips into your hole.

"Looks like Kyojuro is starting early, I guess I should too," Uzui said before he grabbed your hips and started to move his hips and felt his cock going in and out of your walls, making you release a scream of pleasure from your mouth.

"That's it, (Y/N). Scream like that, let your voice out." Uzui said as he kisses your lips while thrusting.

"She feels really good..." Kyojuro thought as he as he was fucking your ass. He started to moan as he started going faster thrusting into you.

"Uzui then cups your cheeks with his hand and says, " How does it feel to get fucked by two Hashira?"

"I-It feels good, Uzui..." You said as your voice started to tremble from the pleasure you were feeling.

"Good. Because I'm not gonna stop until I'm fully satisfied with you, understand?"

You nodded and Uzui kisses your lips before he starts making his hips thrust faster. As Uzui was thrusting inside you faster, Kyojuro felt his cock twitching, implicating that he was close to his climax.

His hips wouldn't stop moving as he tried to resist the urge to cum but couldn't as his cock spurted cum inside your ass and made him make a husky and quiet moan.

"K-Kyojuro, d-did you just cum in me?"

Kyojuro's entire face was red. His face was covered in sweat and his hair was stuck to his head. "I did, but I still wanna keep going. Even though I feel sensitive now that I came, I still wanna make you feel good." He grabs your ass and started to thrust his hips into your seed-coated asshole.

"A-Ahh! Kyojuro!" You screamed as you wrapped your arms around Uzui as you felt sensitive as well when Kyojuro was fucking you. Uzui chuckles and started to go deeper into fucking you, to the point that his cock was bulging out of your stomach.

You were screaming snd moaning for the last 10 minutes from getting fucked by two Hashira. All of you were sweating profusely while having the times of your lives.

You get fucked by Uzui and Kyojuro, Kyojuro fucking your cum filled hole, and Uzui separating your walls with his fat cock.

Kyojuro and Uzui felt their cocks twitching, Uzui wraps his arms around you and kisses your lips as he uses all his stamina to thrust his hips. Kyojuros' eyes were clenched closed as he too uses all his energy into fucking your ass.

"Hope you're ready for my fat fucking load, (Y/N). Because I'm gonna make you get pregnant with my seed." Uzui thought as his cock twitched and shoots his thick ropes of cum inside.

Kyojuros grunts as he felt himself cumming inside you again. He loudly moans as he gave extra thrusts.

You also came once you felt them both cum inside your walls, and sprayed all over Uzui's pelvis.

You were shaking so much from stimulation, the feeling of them fucking both your holes was still there, even though they stopped.

They started to take their shafts out of you, and cum started to drip out of your cunt and ass. Kyojuro got on the bed and cuddled with you and Uzui.

"This might sound cheesy when I say this, but how was your massage, my flame?"

"I-It felt good K-Kyojuro..."

Kyojuro smiled when he heard you respond to his question while Uzui laughs. "Damn, Kyojuro, when did you learn to be smooth?"

You both blushed when Uzui said that. "I wasn't trying to, Uzui." Uzui chuckled again. "Sure, okay."

Uzui pulls you and places the side of your head to his chest, hearing his heartbeat against your ear.

"I love you both." You said as you wrap your arm around Uzui. Kyojuro wraps his arm around your hip and spoons you as felt his flaccid cock touching your thigh, and Uzui wraps his other arm around both of you.

"We love you too, (Y/N). Maybe I'll make you my fourth wife, how does that sound, baby? My wives will train you how to be a Shinobi."

You blushed at the thought of being Uzui's fourth wife. But the thought of being a Ninja was cool on its own so you said, "Yeah, that sounds nice... But what about Kyojuro?"

He looks at Kyojuro and said, "I'll make him my first husband, and he too will be a Shinobi."

Uzui then casually kisses you. But then cups Kyojuros cheek and leans in and kisses his lips. Kyojuros eyes widened when Uzui kissed him, he's never kissed a man before until now, but for some reason he liked it. He cups Uzui's cheek and started to dance with his tongue. They stopped before they went further into kissing as a line of saliva stretched apart from them.

"Well, that was something..."

"Yes, it was." Uzui as he caresses Kyojuro's cheek with his thumb.

"Can we sleep now? I'm tired." You said as you yawned while still being against Uzui's chest. He chuckles and said, "Yeah, we can sleep now."

He wraps his arms around you and Kyojuro wrapped his arms around you as he kisses your neck. "Night, (Y/N)."

"Night Kyojuro..." You said as you drifted off to sleep and Kyojuro does the same. Uzui then kisses both Kyojuro and your head and whispers, "Night, my wife and husband." And closes his eyes.

Today was probably the most interesting night of your life, you had sex with two of the Hashira, and got married to one of them.

And you for sure will never forget this night for the rest of your life.

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sugolara · 1 year

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You belong in this world

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Day three since meeting each other begins as birds chirping could be heard from the trees near their cabin. From the only window that was placed by the door, the wind would sway the branches of the oak trees. Today would be a windy day, which was a relief as the cool air wouldn't cause their bodies to sweat profusely.

Already awake, F/n stood up and quietly placed her jacket on. She did so while looking at a sleeping Izuku, making sure that her actions wouldn't disturb him. Once her jacket was on, she stepped out to sit on the porch.

With the wind blowing her hair, she pushed it aside and took in a deep breath, letting her lungs fill with air until it no longer could. With fresh air in her system she exhaled and watched the bush that grew on the other side of the road rustle. Peeking out was a squirrel with a nut in its hand. It seemed to be coming her way, but it suddenly stopped on the road and instead stuck its nose in the air.

She used her ears to listen to her surroundings wondering if the squirrel was sensing something she couldn't. She couldn't smell anything either, but she wasn't going to go and look as she wanted to know whether the squirrel would continue her way.

However, she never got her answer as she turned behind her when she heard the door open, following a yawn. Izuku tiredly wiped his eyes as he stepped towards her, his eyes squinting once the sun hit them, "Did you just wake up? Or was I asleep for a while?"

She shook her head, her attention focused back on the road. The squirrel no longer was there, but its nuts rested on the empty road, "No, I've been up for a while."

He hummed, "You should have woken me up that way we'd get the day started early."

"Yeah," She shrugged and stood up, "but I need some time for myself. Besides, you were drooling so I thought to let you sleep."

A coat of blush dusted his cheeks. He moved to the side so she could step inside and when her back was turned to him, he wiped his mouth with sleeves embarrassingly. Drooling was normal, but to drool in front of a girl—who was attractive—was just embarrassing.

"You said you saw a creek, right?" F/n asked from the kitchen, grabbing cups and pots that were left behind. She placed the cups inside the pot to not carry much, "We can grab water and boil it and if we find fishes we'll grab those too."

"Fishes?" He confusingly said and grabbed the dishes from her hand, "We don't have any equipment for that? You don't actually think we'll be able to grab them with our hands, right?"

"You leave that to me." She placed her bag on before beheading out the doors. Izuku shortly followed with his rifle and bag on his shoulders. Though he was still perplexed he decided on not saying anything, afterall he barely knew her. Maybe she had a few skills up her sleeve that he could use.

Reaching the creek was a very short walk. The sound of the water running and splashing as it slammed against rocks were soothing to their ears. The creek was a beautiful sight as well. A few dragonflies flew around and water was clear as crystal, the ground covered in pebbles. There was also a bundle of flowers swaying with the grass as the bees and butterflies flew from one onto another to collect their nectar.

To Izuku's surprise there were indeed fishes, but he left that to F/n as he crouched down feeling the water against the pads of his finger. It was cold, just the right temperature if one wanted to swim.

With the dishes set to his side, he grabbed the cup and placed it underneath the water. When it filled he removed it and checked to see if the water was dirty, but upon seeing no piece of nature he set it down and grabbed the pot.

While he did so, F/n took a couple steps away from the male. She found a rock away from the water and placed her jacket on it. With the inside facing her, she found a net that had been sewed on and with her hands she carefully pulled on it so it would remove itself.

Once completely removed, she took off her boots along with her socks. She raised her jeans until it reached her knees and approached the water. With the extra pot she grabbed, she placed it behind her where it wouldn't get wet.

She hunched over, placing her hands inside the water holding the net and waited until a fish would swim to her. With her still movements a fish had begun to slowly swim to her. Its senses probably felt alerted as its movement looked conflicted, but once the fish swam above the net she quickly pulled her hands together to trap it.

She then brought the net to her eye level, feeling boastful as the fish flopped around. She then walked towards the pot and placed the fish inside, its movements slowing down. Hearing footsteps approaching her she looked up and pointed to her fish, "Check it out."

Izuku peered down, his eyes that were curious were filled in amazement, "You caught a fish!? That's amazing, F/n! How did you learn to do that?"

Her lips quivered, begging to be pulled into a smile, "I go camping."

"No way!" He was actually amazed she even managed to catch one. With no fishing equipment, he wondered if she was being sarcastic as it is hard to tell with her tone of voice. Not to mention, he's never once even seen her smile and she didn't exactly look like a people person "Can you teach me? If that's alright with you?"

"Sure." She ushered for him to come closer. With his shoes, socks, rifle gone and the ends of his jeans pulled to his knees he entered the water with her. He carefully stepped on the pebbles, afraid they he might step on the small fishes that swam away when he caused ripples.

She handed him the net and guided his hand underneath the water, both of them hunching over and staring at the water, "Just keep still and wait for a fish to come by. When it swims over the net, quickly pull your hands together so the net closes."

He hummed, his eyes intently staring at the water, "I thought it would be a lot more complicated."

"It kind of is." She shrugged and stood to her full height, "But you have steady hands whereas mine are shaky."

He glanced at her hands, "How long did it take for you to catch one?"

She thought while she glanced at her surroundings, "It took a few trips. I think I was able to catch one on my fourth or sixth camping trip. I don't remember, I was really young."

"Oh." He said. The only person who knew who liked to camp or be in nature was a dear childhood friend of his. His face reminded Izuku of their childhood and when they'd cross lakes multiple times, "But at least you got the hang of it, right? And at such a young age that's something to be proud of."

"I guess." She shrugged, looking across the river.

He smiled a little, his eyes back on the net. Even though his back had begun to get strain from his hunch form, he didn't have to wait long as a fish swam across the net. Just as she said, he pulled his hands together, the fish successfully caught and he stood his to his height.

His smile grew as he showed it to the girl, "Steady hands."

She was actually stunned he managed to catch one. The evidence was shown on her face as her eyes slightly widened, having Izuku feel giddy that he made a reaction come out of her, "I'm surprised. I thought you would at least caught a baby, but good job."

His cheeks hurt from smiling, but he didn't stop and instead made his way to the pot with the other fish, "Two will be enough, right? We can come back tomorrow morning and get more."

"Sounds fine." She left the river to place her boots on, "I know how to clean them, the only problem would be starting a fire."

"Actually I saw the chimney in the cabin had one of those small racks where you just place it over the fire." Izuku said as he also placed his shoes on, "With the lighter we found yesterday and spare paper from my notebook it should be no problem."

"Right." She stood once her boots were on and grabbed the pot of fish while Izuku went to grab the pot of water, "Ready?"

He nodded. After the short walk, Izuku headed inside while F/n left the fish on the porch to grab a kitchen knife before seating herself. With her outside, Izuku prepared the fire. He grabbed the lighter from F/'s bag which she didn't mind and with his notebook paper, he set it on fire and placed it underneath the rack that sat inside the chimney.

With the extra plank of wood, the fire grew strong and he placed the pot of water on it. The small plank cackled as it burned. In the meantime he grabbed a smaller kitchen knife and went to help F/n. The process was rather messy, but thanks to helping his mother cook he was able to get the job done. They mainly focused on cleaning the fish as they were hungry so their communication was gone.

Once the fishes were thoroughly cleaned, he headed back to check the pot of water while F/n took in the fishes. The water had been boiled and once it cooled down it would be safe to consume. With the fishes on the rack, they waited for the fish to cook and finally they would eat.

She used the knife to mess with the fire. It was beginning to get low so she used the extra sheets of paper Izuku had earlier left to let the fire grow. As she did so, Izuku sat next to her, his eyes focused on the flames, "Did you like to go camping?"

Her eyes flickered towards him for a brief second, "Not really."

"For someone who doesn't like to camp, you sure went a lot." He awkwardly chuckled, desperately trying to make conversation. He wanted to get to get to know her more, but she seemed reserved. Who knows if the two would continue to stick together.

She once again looked at him, letting out an internal sigh, "My father had me going. We grew up on a farm on the outskirts of Musutafu and there was a set of woods behind it. He'd make me go and learn new stuff."

He looked at her at the mention of her father, "Were you both close...?"

He didn't want to intrude, but he was curious to know her background. He knows that asking about a loved one would be overstepping, but if someone had asked him about his mother whom he dearly loved he would happily talk about her, but secretly hiding his sadness.

"Yeah." She said, memories coming up, "I was closer to him than my mother."

She then glanced at him, "What about you?"

"Oh, I've only gone once for a school trip." He smiled, cheeks dusting in blush, "I didn't like it. Camping's not really for me. Besides, I grew up in the city."

Her cousin also grew up in the city and he often went with her, but she didn't voice that. She moved pieces of burned planks to allow the flames higher, "I'm not a big fan of city life, but to each their own. Do you have siblings?"

"I'm an only child." He said, placing his knees to his chest, "And you?"

"A sister." Her mind then went back to yesterday when she saw the photo in his notebook, "Was the photo you and your mom?"

He perked up, his eyes glancing towards his bag where his notebook rested, "Yeah! That was her favorite picture of us, but it was a long time ago. I never understood why she liked it so much. I must've been seven when that was taken."

"You both look alike." She looked at him, examining his features, "Besides the freckles that is."

"I get that a lot." He placed a hand on his nape, cheeks coating in blush from her stare. He let his hand fall and then looked at her, "Who do you look more like?"

"My father." She turned back to the fire, "Just picture me taller with a lumberjack hairstyle and an unshaved beard and you're pretty much looking at my dad."

He chuckled at the thought, "Was he also a lumberjack?"

"Nah." She turned both of the fishes, "He was a veteran."

"Oh." Suddenly he understood her, "So is that why you have experience with taking care of yourself? From knowing how to make a net, catch, cook and not to mention getting close to a dead, it's almost like you're meant for this world."

After hearing what he had just said, he backtracked and waved his hands feeling like he had insulted her, "I don't mean it in a rude way! It's honestly impressive how you can handle yourself! Most people wouldn't dare be near a dead! I use my rifle to not get close to them so it really is impressive that you could even get close to one! Besides, I never knew how to make a net with my jacket! I only know how to clean water because I had a phase! I didn't mean to insult you or anything!"

"It's fine, really." This time it was her waving her hands around with eyes alarmed as she thought she had broken him, "I'm not mad."

His face was flushed in embarrassment and he felt sweaty and hot. The flames only added to it, "Sorry..I have a habit of...yeah."

She let out a quiet sigh when he returned back to normal, "Anyways, my father is the reason why I know so much. When I began to understand stuff, I got the feeling he was preparing us for an emergency like this. Even though he used to serve, he's got some pretty bad morals."

The smell of cooked fish swarmed them, "It's done. Can you grab the plates?"

He nodded and went to receive them, wondering what she had to go through if she considered her father to have concerning beliefs. However, he wasn't going to overstep that boundary and instead felt rather content that he managed to know her better.

Finally, with the fishes on their plates, they dug in, their taste buds satisfied. It tasted good even if it didn't have seasoning, but they couldn't be picky due to their situation. All that mattered now was they got their nourishment and with the water provided they'll feel refreshed and slowly get their energy back. Just one more day and they set foot out of Musutafu.

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kyojurosprettygirl · 1 year

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a/n: this was initially a request, but i had got it too late and i saw that it was already written out, so this is inspired by the request! all credit goes to the anon that requested the aizetsu x reader ! i wouldn't have created this hadn't they reqested it. Sorry to the WONDERFUL nonnie with a creative brain for not being able to write it out, but the fic that WAS written out is GREAT and i reccomend it. if you want to read the fic, its by @stxrmylxve (UvvvU)

Heres the link to the specific post!

the star that welcomed him with open arms.

Demon of your choice (Aizetsu coded.) x Fem! Demon Slayer! reader

. he notices the change in your demeanor before you even consciously act on it.

. the first time he saw the change, you had adorned traditional demon slayer attire, and he felt a chill run down his spine for a moment. He knew he could easily kill you, but he didn't want to, he felt an immense amount of love for you, and he felt he'd rather die, but if it ever came to it, he knew he could kill you in a second. he thinks he'll do it in a painless way, hit your brain or heart first. But when he saw you throw your blade down and your nose scrunch a bit, he knew he didn't need to worry. "i wanted to tell you sooner, but, i couldn't bring myself to do it.." you say, glancing down. he didn't care, but a bit of betrayal rushed to his feet. you were playing your part in your society, and he was playing his part in his, he couldn't be upset at that.

the cold night air gently wrapped itself around your body and you embraced it. your sweat made you glisten in the moonlight, and for a moment Tanjiro was entranced with your skill and stamina. you had just saved him and nezuko from a demon, and although he hadn't needed the help, he appreciated it regardless and bowed down to you, thanking you. it was the first time you killed a demon, ever, and he could smell the guilt off of you. "there is no need to thank me...i promise you that." he interprets the guilt as you feeling bad for the demon, and that was part of it, but not all of it. you give him his blade, and wince, "i hadn't meant to break it, I apologize." he forgives you immediately without thought, making you exhale a laugh, 'how sweet' you think. "you, aren't a demon slayer?" he asks, and you look at him and smile, "no, i'm not." you then pat nezukos head and she smiles, her fangs showing. turning your head at the sight of her bamboo on the ground, tanjiro speaks up. "ah! she's a demon, but not a bad one!," he rushes out. "there is no need to worry." you fondly smile at the girl and wipe the dirt off her cheek before moving to pick up her bamboo, "I understand" you say. you make sure tanjiro and nezuko make their way back to where they needed to be safely and you leave without a trace, except for your hair pin, which stayed secured on nezukos head. She never plans on taking it off. Tanjiros great story telling had made it's way to the master, and Tanjiro had promised the master to ask you to become a slayer if the chance ever came. The chance did eventually come, and after a few months of training and mastering water breathing, final selection was the hardest thing you had to endure. It was easy for you, but the empathy you had felt for demons had made it so that after every kill, tears would meet your neck.

. the second time he saw a change, was when one night you came back to his arms, thanks to Nakime ofcourse, and as he took your face in he noticed it was somber. he swears the essence of gray bled out the longer he looked at you. "What's wrong?" he asks, quietly, trying not to break whatever glass had formed around you. you shake your head and smile, embracing him tighter. "it was just a long day." it was the first time since your relationship began that you had slipped out of his arms at night. 'its hot' you said. demon's didn't have a need for sleep, but humans did, so he stayed in bed for nights he didn't need to be out just for you.

Tanjiro hugged his knees closer to himself as he looked at the moon, it was a new moon, so the night was awfully darker than he was used to. "sometimes, i even wonder what they'd be like. they'd be older now, they would have grown taller. Would Takeos favorite color still be yellow? Would Hanako still enjoy baking?" you let Tanjiro lean into you as he spilled his thoughts out. He was constantly lifting the others baggages of their shoulders, thanks to his inviting and kind aura, so after getting closer to you, he allowed himself to tell you his thoughts. You were strong, and he and nezuko began to see you as an older sister figure, you were someone he could rely on and he was thankful. He smelled guilt almost immediately after the sentence came out, but the intense smell of care overpowered it. "i see." you say and put your head on his, "just remember that, they're always looking out for you, and one day-" you exhale, "one day, you will see them again, and they will tell you everything. but until that day comes," you look into his eyes and smile, tears filling up, "i can not wait, to see the wonderful person you grow up to be. and i can not wait to hear nezuko tell me her new favorite color next week." you both share a laugh, and you begin to cry. How could you be dating a demon, who took thousands of innocent lives for power, and allow tanjiro to spill his past to you, whos family was taken from him gruesomely by a demon. he hugs you tight and you hug back. "im sorry" you whisper, a double edged sword piercing from your heart into his.

. the third (and final) time he saw a change, was when you had taken a walk in the forest, like you usually do, but the atmosphere was different. It was the very same forest you had encountered tanjiro and nezuko for the first time. He had tried to kiss you, and it was when you smelled of a different man that he backed up, just before you were able to distance yourself.

"You no longer love me." he bluntly states. you stare at him, your eyes beginning to swell with tears. You choke a sob out, and he restrains himself from reaching out to you, although it pained him, you were no longer his to hold. you begin to cry hysterically and get down on your knees, eyes closing and having trouble breathing. He looks up to avoid looking at your figure, it physically paining him. "No." you breathe in, "I do. I love you, and it hurts." He looks down at you and kneels infront of you to see your face. "I can't do this." you choke before you say something again. "I just can't look at you the same. It was easy to love you when I was ignorant." You heave before you open your eyes and look at him. "Who has your heart, y/n" he frowns. "You. and it's why I can't do this." you state. He shakes his head no. "I no longer have your heart, and it's hurting me, so i'm asking you again, who has your heart." you stand up and he stands up with you. you point your finger into his chest and push him back. "You!" you scream. "I am a guilty woman. I can't love you. I don't want to, but I do. And it scares me. Because I'm going to spend my entire life loving you, a demon." you sneer the word 'demon' and he almost cracks. "i want to hate you," you walk into his chest and cry. he holds you, feeling confused. "but i know i never will, and i'm trying to get you to kill me before guilt consumes all of me." he sighs. "why would i kill you, why would guilt consume you." you huff. "you wouldn't kill me. but, i want you to. guilt consumes me, because, demons kill innocent people, many of them, you have done the same. It's unfair of me to know this and continue to bare my heart to one, to you, and allow others to tell me about their lost ones. it's unfair to you, because I am killing your kind. I'm split!" you choke again and your grip is tighter on him. He leans his face onto your head and kisses wherever he can. "Do you want us to stop this. One word, and i'll leave you alone. But, I don't want us to break up.." you laugh, a sad one. "No. I don't want us to break up. I want this. I just don't know what to do anymore. Because I can't play both sides." he holds your face in his hands and kisses you. It lingers even after he stops. you hold his wrists and lean into one of his palms. "Then i'll help you. let's go our separate ways. live different lives. and, when the day comes, i'll embrace you again." and he walks away. A weight is lifted off your shoulders, and you breathe out. You feel guily for feeling relieved, yet, you finally feel free. tears no longer spill out of your eyes. "oh." you say quietly.

. he spends a long time wandering alone in the forest, reminiscing of your lovely smell and voice. he knew the day would come when you would realize what exactly you were loving. he wasn't angry, but he was upset. he was alone again, but he figured it was for the best. you were human after all, and he'd outlive you, he wanted you to spend your days comfortable. if he ever had to kill you, he'd have an easier time doing so he thinks.

. you on the other hand, thrived afterward. your heart still belonged to him, and not once did another person take ahold of your affections. you no longer felt guilty, and tanjiro questioned no longer smelling it, but came to the conclusion you had gotten stronger, emotionally that is. you enjoyed your demon slayer days, fondly thinking back on the times you shared with the demon. some days were harder than others, but regardless, you held tight onto the demon.

funfacts! You had died years before your demon did. You died protecting the younger slayers against a very strong demon. Nezuko had Tanjiro recreating your hair on hers everyday and became even more protective of your hair pin afterwards while Sanemi would visit your grave just to thank you for keeping genya safe. Your demon died while fighting powerful slayers, by choice. You had greeted him in the afterlife and held his face as he kneeled infront of you. you waited all that time just to see him again. you stayed insistent on walking with him to hell, even though you belonged in heaven.

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mischiefmanaged71 · 2 years

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I read your fanfic about Tom and this is so awesome

Can you do Tom sneaking in the readers window at night then he sneak out in the morning

Request: above

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! reader

The bedroom door creaked shut as the family settled in for the night. Y/N sighed, dropping onto her bed as the quiet settled, lulling her into a daze. Although, a tinkering at her window brought her eyes open as she wandered to the sound. A crack hit her window, and she slid the frame up to look down at the intrusion. Said intrusion was a blonde lurking outside her bedroom window.

A smile grew on her face at the familiar face, "What're you doing here? And throwing rocks at my window?"

"Getting your attention." He smirked, tossing the rocks to the ground.

"Yes, but I think there are other ways to get my attention. Like using the door." She sighed.

“Yeah, sure-the boring way. If you want your whole family to know.” He shrugged, walking over to climb the brick wall up to the window. His arm gripped the sill, pulling himself up to her view as she allowed him into the room.

"Aren't you worried you're gonna be caught?"

"No." He wore his signature smirk, "I'll be gone before they can catch me."

She shook her head, scoffing at the remark despite the flutter in her stomach. Y/N took a seat on her bed, Tom's tall height looming over her. "What brings you here, anyway?"

"I can't come to see my best girl?"

“I wasn’t aware there were others." She trailed off as he dropped onto the bed.

"You know there aren’t."

"Right." She clicked her tongue. "Anything you wanted to talk about, in particular?"

"Nope."

She raised her eyebrows, flopping onto her pillow as he moved to sit beside her. "Can't we just sit?"

"Yes. But you need to be quiet, okay?" she reprimanded, despite the smile growing on her face.

"Okay." He laughed quietly, resting against the back of her headboard. No promises to behave as he gazed at her fondly with a smile on his lips.

***

The early morning sun warmed her face, and she hummed as the sensation slowly brought her from sleep. The weight of an arm over her waist brought her attention to the figure asleep next to her. Her eyes drew to Tom asleep on his stomach, his arm thrown across her waist in his sleep.

He had unconsciously drawn close to her in the bed. They must’ve fallen asleep after hours. The soft movements stirred him from sleep as his breathing picked up. He sighed, leaning off the bed before he peeled his eyes open and met her gaze.

“Morning.” she smiled softly.

His eyes opened completely as he recognised the placement of his arm, slowly pulling it off to sit up properly. “Mornin’.” he stretched, “I don’t remember falling asleep.”

“Not sure you planned it?” she hummed, breathing out a laugh.

“You caught me.” he confessed, shaking his head.

“What would my parents say if they saw us?”

“Probably something horrific for corrupting their completely innocent daughter.” he smirked.

She snorted, shaking her head. “Hardly innocent when I’m hanging around you, am I?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She wore an innocent smile, “I find myself in compromising situations when you’re around. That wasn’t exactly the norm before I met you.”

“Can’t put all the blame on me. You’re the one who always lets me in.” he retorted, raising his eyebrows pointedly.

He eyes followed her hand as she brushed her hair out of her face leaning against her pillow. “Point taken. Maybe I need to put bars on my window. To keep the stragglers out.”

“You wouldn’t. You’d miss me.” he leaned closer to her. Y/N’s heartrate picked u as she felt Tom’s eyes bare into her own. The space between them seeming to slowly dissipate.

“I would?” she whispered.

Tom exhaled, his warm breath brushing her face gently. He brushed the hair gently from her forehead. “I’d miss you.”

“Why did you come here last night? Truly?”

“I was thinking of you.” he confessed, “And I had to see you. That’s the truth.”

“I don’t suppose you climb through other girls windows?”

“Only yours.” Tom promised, his lips a breath away from her’s as she felt her eyes fluttering closed. A creak in the floorboards brought her back to reality as the pair stared at each other, breaths caught at the sound.

“I should probably go.”

“Yeah.” Y/N finally managed, getting up from the bed. Tom straightened his clothes, throwing his jacket back on from the day before. She pushed the window up, turning to greet him when his lips softly met her’s. His hands gently held her face as she melted under his touch, responding to the kiss. When he broke away, her eyes slowly peeled open, meeting his blue eyes.

“Bye.”

“B...” she gasped, her lips tingling still with the sensation of his lips. She watched dumbfounded as Tom left through the window.