#thank you all SO MUCH for sticking with me! I hope you’re alright/were fine with reading over 3k words… but it’s a fitting ending!

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Wyvern touched down just outside of Rose Tower.

Sarah checked her phone as the four dismounted, 7:30. They were right on time, then.

She patted the aerodactyl. “Rest up, buddy. We’re headed elsewhere after the party!” He trilled back, as if to say that the flight didn’t wear him out at all, before she returned Wyvern to his pokeball. She checked the clock again, for good measure. 7:31.

“Why’re we so early?” Silver glanced over her shoulder and scowled at the time. (At least, she assumed it was the time. He could be scowling at her super cute wallpaper of Sparkle.)

His boyfriend rolled his eyes. “Common wedding courtesy is arriving 15 minutes before the set time.”

Silver exchanged a look with Hugh.

“The elevator to go up also takes a while.” Sarah’s eyes trailed up the tower, the very same one where many things happened 4 years ago. Or was it 3…? She could never remember.

“Well then,” Hugh lightly shoved the two guys in the direction of the entrance, “We’ve stalled enough out here. Let’s get going.”

— 💎— 🎸—

She fidgeted, tapping her foot as the elevator slowly moved upwards. Sarah could remember going up with Hop like it was yesterday. She glanced at the other three, still thinking to herself. Would Hop be there? Would Bede and Marnie?

Sarah thought again, probably not. Galar’s hero or not, Leon probably wouldn’t want Hop going. And Piers, Marnie. Would Bede even want to go?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. She glanced at Gladion, who gestured to the standing display that signified they were near the top of the tower.

“Brace yourselves.” Hugh looked at the other three somewhat seriously, but Sarah could see the excited twinkle in his eyes. “We don’t know what we’re in for.”

— 💎— 🎸—

The first sight was a green haired man standing in front of an elegant door. Was that door there 4 years ago? She still couldn’t remember.

“So. We meet again.” The man smiled at Sarah and her boyfriend. “Hugh,” He nodded and handed him a large, crisp envelope, “And… Sarah, right?”

She nodded, and he handed her an envelope too. Her full name was inked out in a rose gold script on the front. Just above Team Rocket’s R and Marco Cosmos’ emblems.

“N!” The girl studied the man who had (inadvertently) saved them from Ghetsis. “It’s been a while!”

“Indeed it has.” 

“Is your outfit based on-?”

“Reshiram?” He smiled, “It is.” N glanced at the other two. “Names?”

Silver only stared. “If you know them, then what’re you doing working here?!”

N only smiled. “Well, officially? Chairman Rose pays well. But if you truly must know,” His expression shifted to a more serious one, “I’m keeping an eye on Ghetsis.”

“He’s here?!” Hugh’s eyes widened.

N deliberately looked away. “You two. Names.”

“Gladion.”

“Silver.”

He handed them the envelopes. “Please read through everything. The seating chart is also in there.” He gestured beyond the doors, “The ceremony will take place straight ahead, soon. Sign the guest book along the way, if you have time.”

“But-”

N ignored Hugh’s protest, opening the doors and gesturing them inside. “Please enjoy the experience!”

— 💎— 🎸—

Sarah glanced around the “chapel,” which was just a large portion of the tower’s top floor walled off. The view of Wyndon at night was beautiful. At least the two villains had taste.

She glanced at the chairs set out, not too many. She then spotted a few people she recognized, “Leon!”

Sarah noticed that he was wearing his battle tower suit instead of his champion outfit while running over to him. She glanced back at the other three, who took their assigned seats, before tackling the champion.

“Sarah!” Leon hugged her, then ruffled her hair. “What’re you doing here?”

“I was invited! As one of Galar’s heroes, of course!” She looked around for Hop.

Leon chuckled, like he could tell what she was thinking. “Oh, I wouldn’t let Hop go. Him and the other two.” Leon shook his head, “I feel like they’re up to no good, Rose and Giovanni, but I know you’ll be alright. You’re a brilliant battler, at least!”

Sarah shrugged, “Figures.” She then looked at the other man standing with him.

“Ah, so this is the protégée you’ve been speaking of, Leon?”

Sarah excitedly grinned at the Kan-Joh champion. (She noted that he chose a simple suit with darker versions of the signature dragon-type colors.) “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lance! My name’s Sarah!”

He extended his hand for a shake, which she eagerly returned, “You too, kiddo. Shame you fought the league while I was on vacation.”

“Oh yeah! I did.” Was that really 3 years ago? Or 2? “Karen’s pretty strong, though!”

“She is.”

— 💎— 🎸—

Sarah wandered back to her assigned seat, watching as guests arrived. A man, who looked like Rose, arrived with two girls- one she thought might be about her age. A man who had wild orange hair (was that the Lysandre guy from Kalos?) arrived with… Professor Sycamore? What was he doing here??

When Ghetsis arrived, she kept glancing at Hugh. He sent her a reassuring smile, as if to say, “Don’t worry, I won’t make a scene. But I still hate him.”

Giovanni’s executives arrived together. She couldn’t remember any of their names except Proton’s, who sent her a friendly wave which she returned.

She stopped really paying attention when a portal shimmered open from the floor, which Cyrus stepped out of. He took a seat, but the ghost of a chain on his ankle still shimmered in the air.

A few other people arrived, but she didn’t fully recognize them. Maybe they were from other universes, haha.

To the left of the altar, she and the others sat with Leon, Lance, and some of the people she didn’t know.

Everyone took their seats at 8:15, as the executives moved to the front. Proton stood with the blue haired guy on the left, the purple haired guy and the red haired woman on the right. (From her appearance, and the way Silver kept glaring at her, Sarah guessed that she was his mother.)

When the lights dimmed, she snapped out of her thoughts.

— 💎— 🎸—

Giovanni walked down the aisle (pre-decorated with rose petals) in a black suit and a red tie, done in Rose’s signature style.

He was soon followed by Oleana, who stood behind him. Was she really qualified to be the priest?

When Rose walked down the aisle, his suit a brilliant white and his tie matching his fiancée’s, she barely spared a glance at him. Neither did her friends. They stared at the woman walking him down the aisle. Her dress was a pale yellow with splotches of color shimmering at the bottom, and her blonde hair styled back elegantly. She walked him up to the altar, and sat down next to Cyrus.

Lusamine smiled at her niece and her son, turning back to the altar when Oleana cleared her throat.

— 💎— 🎸—

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Galar’s own Chairman Rose Azalea, and Kanto’s Giovanni Rocket.” People clapped politely, which Oleana silenced with a dramatic hand flourish.

“Gio.” Rose smiled, “We’ve known each other for quite some time…”

The chairman kept talking, but Sarah zoned out. She wondered what moments of her life led up to this moment. She really should have just not come.

Giovanni started speaking, but she didn’t listen to that either. Hugh could probably just tell her what they- oh wait, no. He was too busy glaring at Ghetsis behind her back.

When Oleana started talking again, she tuned back in.

— 💎— 🎸—

“-Rose, do you take Giovanni for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Giovanni, do you take Rose for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

Oleana nodded. “The rings?” Everyone turned as Giovanni’s persian confidently walked down the aisle, a pillow with the rings in his mouth, before sitting at Lusamine’s feet. (Because of course he did.)

The two each took one and placed them on each other’s hands.

Oleana smiled as she stepped to the side, “Now you may kiss the groom.”

— 💎— 🎸—

“Cocktail hour sucks.” Silver scowled at no one in particular, “We can’t even drink.”

“These hors d’oeuvres are good, at least.” Sarah plopped down her plate, which had a bunch of deviled eggs, cheese cubes, and a few sausages.

Hugh shook his head, “The limit was two per-”

“Pffft.” She popped a cheese into her mouth, “It’s the least Rose can do.”

Gladion chuckled, “Sarah-”

“Shhh, wait. This is the best part of Galarian weddings.”

They turned to the center of the room, where the center of the floor sunk in and revealed a battle court.

Giovanni and Rose walked towards the center, where they sent out their nidoking and copperajah respectively.

“What are they-”

“Part of the Galarian tradition is that the couple has their first battle at the reception!”

They kept watching as the two pokemon exchanged blows, but copperajah eventually fell.

Rose healed his pokemon as someone passed Giovanni a microphone.

Silver smirked. “Heh. Looks like it’s the Kantonian part of the wedding, then.”

“Huh-”

“My dear guests,” Giovanni grinned at everyone seated, “Let the battles commence. Whoever beats me and my husband the swiftest shall receive a… reward we’ll say.”

Sarah glanced at Hugh. “You wanna-?”

“You didn’t even have to ask.” They grinned and exchanged a fist bump.

Gladion grinned at his boyfriend, “Guess that means-”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Silver’s smile didn’t match his tone.

— 💎— 🎸—

Sarah grinned while watching the two girls fight. One had a tyrantrum and the other a sylveon. She couldn’t help but feel bad- based on type matchups alone, they were screwed. The thought must’ve jinxed something, because the second she turned back to the court, both pokemon were being returned.

“Ooh, that means it’s our turn!”

Hugh grinned in return, “We mop the floor with ‘em?”

“You know it!”

— 💎— 🎸—

“Sparkle!” Sarah then did a weird… gesture? Dance? Giovanni and Rose exchanged a look, eyes widening when energy shimmered around her. “Extreme Evoboost!”

Her eevee channeled the Z-Power, and a blue aura shimmered around her.

“Bouffalant, Psych Up!” The bovine copied Sparkle’s double omni boost.

“But that shouldn’t be possible-”

Sarah grinned proudly. “Cobalion taught him! My Cobalion!”

Giovani chuckled to himself. “Of course they did. Nidoking, Megahorn. Target the eevee.”

“Copperajah, Iron Head! Follow nidoking.”

“Sparkle, use Freezy Frost on nidoking!”

“Bouffalant, hit copperajah with your strongest Close Combat!”

— 💎— 🎸—

The two plopped back down at the table.

“That must’ve been record timing!”

The duo turned to Silver, who showed the timer on his phone- 5 minutes. “And most of that was just me dancing!”

“Speaking of time,” Silver turned to Gladion with a scowl. “Hurry up.”

“I’ve gotta pick the right disk.”

“They don’t share any weaknesses.”

“Ooh, water might be good. Resists steel.”

“Hah!” Gladion plucked the blue disk from his case, “Knew I could count on you, cuz.”

— 💎— 🎸—

“Think they’ll beat them?”

“I think they’ll take out nidoking, but I don’t know what they’ll do against Coppera-”

“Silvally, use Flamethrower!”

“Weavile, Brick Break!”

“…I stand corrected.”

— 💎— 🎸—

“Congratulations, Sarah. And your boyfriend too.” Rose handed her a 300P gift card for Smoliv Garden.

“…Thanks Rose.” She pocketed it.

“That’s Chairman Rose to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” She grinned, “Thanks Rose.”

She watched as Rose and Giovanni left the room. Likely for pictures. She checked her phone again, 10:25. Dinner was at 11. There was still a while to hang out…

— 💎— 🎸—

“Sarah.” A voice called out to her, and also patted her shoulder.

She looked up from her arms and very eloquently blinked at Hugh. “Huh.”

“Dinner.”

“It’s 11?”

“Yup. You fell asleep.”

She shook herself awake, still disoriented. “Did the others-”

“Yeah, they’re already in the dining hall.”

“Alrighty then, let’s go!”

— 💎— 🎸—

“…Serving Kantonian and Galarian food is a weird choice.”

“You’re telling me.”

Sarah and Hugh sat with the others, each picking up a menu. 

“Wow. They’re really going for legit stuff.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, “This is like, four separate caterers!”

“You gonna get ramen?” Gladion glanced at his cousin, who was going down the menu. 

“Probably.”

Gladion nodded, “Figures. I think I’ll do the same.”

“Might try the curry.” Hugh smiled at his girlfriend, “Won’t be as good as yours, though.”

She grinned proudly as Silver rolled his eyes.

“Think I’ll get seafood.”

Sarah skimmed the seafood menu. She then shook her head, she was never fond of fish and was allergic to shellfish. There was no point in even looking. About to flip back, the small logo in the corner caught her eye. She smiled slightly to herself as she realized that the caterer was the same resteraunt as the one he’d taken her and Sonia years ago.

They typed their orders into the screen on the table.

— 💎— 🎸—

When the lights dimmed and the couple strutted through the doors, sitting at the head table, Sarah knew they would start droning on again.

“My dear guests. I thank you all-”

She was close to putting her head down and falling asleep again, but decided to just zone out. She snapped back to reality when she saw Lance (who also seemed to be zoning out) peek up out of the corner of her eye.

“-and a thank you to our special guests: Champion Leon, Champion Lance, and Champion Sarah! Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to be here and celebrate with us!”

The three looked at each other from their respective tables, before all three grinned awkwardly at the polite applause.

“And to that, I toast you my friends!” He raised his glass of champagne and everyone followed suit. (The minors only had water in their glasses, but still obliged.)

“Cheers!”

— 💎— 🎸—

Sarah wolfed down her food when it was served.

“I didn’t starve you, did I, dear?” The other three turned to Lusamine, while Sarah kept slurping.

“She’s just like this, Mother.” Gladion frowned, “Now tell us what you’re doing here.”

She only laughed, “Rose has been a dear friend of mine for forever. Not attending his own wedding would be quite rude, especially after he attended mine.”

Before anyone could reply, Sarah dug into her bag, pulling out the envelope and two luxury balls.

“Since you’re going to the gift table, could you put these there for me?”

“I’m regretting the pokemon-as-a-gift decision,” Silver frowned. “How do we know they won’t mistreat them?”

Sarah shook her head emphatically. “They seem alright. And they’re definitely not those two.” She jerked a thumb in the direction of Cyrus and Ghetsis.

Lusamine nodded in agreement, took the three objects, and walked away.

Hugh shook his head, “What was even in that envelope anyways-”

“A check for like, a billion P, probably.” Gladion frowned as Sarah nodded.

Silver only shook his head. “Rich people.”

— 💎— 🎸—

The night commenced with dancing. A lot of dancing.

Sarah wasn’t big on dancing, but even she was dragged on the floor for one slow dance.

The finale of the event happened as the walls lowered into the floor, making the space open once again. The windowed part of the roof opened up and a corviknight taxi flew in. The couple boarded it, calling out “Arrivederci!” and “Bon voyage!” as they showered rose petals and flew off.

Sarah glanced up at the sight, “Is it finally over??”

— 💎— 🎸—

They stalled for a bit, but soon everyone cleared out. Sarah and Hugh also changed, handing their clothes back over to the Aethers. 

The quartet stood outside Rose Tower, “…Guess this is goodbye.” Hugh sadly looked at his two friends, as Sarah moved to the side slightly. They needed their own moment.

“Blueberry’s not gonna be the same without you.” Gladion smiled sadly, as Silver nodded.

“Now we might actually have to hang out with Drayton for company.” Silver mimed throwing up, as the other two chuckled.

Gladion and Silver glanced at each other, before each exchanged an arm. Hugh hugged them both tight.

Sarah smiled slightly when Hugh and Gladion extended arms to her too. The four hugged for a while, knowing that breaking apart would mean they were closer to separating.

When they separated, they stood awkwardly.

“…I’m gonna miss you, Gladdy.” She hugged him tight, which he quickly returned. 

“I’ll miss you too. I’m… I’m glad we got to spend time together this summer.”

“Me too, cuz. Me too.” If she blinked back tears, that was between her and her eyes.

“You sure you don’t need Wyvern?”

“No. We’re going back with Mother via the flying taxi.”

“And you have everything?” 

He nodded.

“Okay.” She turned to Silver, “It was nice meeting you.” She smiled genuinely at him, “You’re good for Gladdy. Thanks for keeping him company.”

He blushed and turned away, but still muttered a thank you. He awkwardly patted her on the back, too.

“Well, you guys should get going.” Hugh frowned slightly.

“Yeah… Aunt Lusamine’s waiting for you.”

They glanced back at the corviknight taxi, like they both forgot she was there.

“Right.”

“Well,” They both started jogging backwards. “Arrivederci. Or whatever.” Silver grinned.

“Well keep in touch. Promise.” Gladion and Silver fully turned and ran to the taxi.

Gladion, Silver, and Lusamine waved from the taxi as it disappeared into the night.

— 💎— 🎸—

“Sarah. Wait.” Hugh placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her from running off.

She turned to him, confused.

“I, uh.” He took out his love ball and released applin, also taking out the tart apple she’d given him months ago. “I- We talked it over.” He gestured between himself and applin, “He’s ready.”

Sarah let out an excited gasp, cupping both his hands with her own. “Really?”

He nodded, and applin trilled in agreement.

“Consider it a… a salud to new adventures, yeah?” She nodded excitedly.

Applin touched the apple and they were surrounded in a blue glow.

Flapple filed around their heads, as they each gave him a pet. Hugh returned him to his pokeball, and pocketed it.

Sarah tackled her boyfriend in a hug, “Dawww, you getting all romantic on me, Hugh?”

He laughed, “Are you tearing up again?”

“No,” She wiped her face, “I got, uh, apple. In my eye. Yeah.”

He laughed again, cupping her face. “C’mere, you dork.”

She pulled him close, kissing him.

They pulled apart, noses touching.

“You ready for whatever’s next?”

His smile was soft, “Anything.”

Prologue fin.

— 💎— 🎸—

Cameos:

Sean from @tallgrassghosts Meg and Kyo from @askthewhiterocket and finally, @kuixotic’s Cooper! (he didn’t have a blog specified lol)

Thank you for letting me grab your chars! Hope I didn’t butcher the back of their heads too bad hehe.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Sunday, Welt, Gallagher, Blade, and Dan Heng react to his shy gn s/o asking to kiss him on his forehead in hopes that it would bring him the same love & comfort they felt whenever they received it?

Sunday: his first reaction is; aww aren’t you just the most precious and adorable thing he’s ever seen.

He immeditly obeys your wish and presents you his forehead, where you planted a soft, tender kiss against.

He instantly relaxes beneath the featherlight touch of your lips against his forehead, smiling softly as he selfishly indulges himself in your presence and the way you managed to calm him without uttering a single word.

Your wish is his command in every sense of the word.

You’re probably the only person he’d gladly kneel before, but only in private though because he wasn’t fond of people staring at what was meant to be a special moment between two lovers.

And the fact that you weren’t fond of overcrowded places, regardless of whether they were staff members hired by The Family or just regular pedestrians who can’t go a single day without sticking their noses into things that don’t concern them.

So before anything happens Sunday makes sure to take you to your shared room for a much more private setting for the both of you.

After all this moment was meant for you two and you two alone.

So back to the moment you kissed his forehead, Sunday felt the weight of his responsibilities slip off his shoulders like water off a ducks back and he could even feel himself breath again now the weight was nonexistent; And you were to thank for making him feel that way.

You, sweet, kind, generous, you. Sunday’s own personal angel who makes him forget about his duty and make him feel alive again as you breathed new life into him with just a forehead kiss.

Welt: he would welcome the idea of you giving him a forehead kiss wholeheartedly.

He knows that it was nearly an impossible task for you to ask anything of him and he’s more then willing to let you go at your own pace, as he could clearly see that you didn’t expect to get this far.

‘You don’t have to do it if you don’t feel up to it just yet dearest.’ He says calmly as he places a comforting hand on yours. ‘There’s no time limit to do things under, so please take your time and remember to take deep breaths if needed.’ He adds.

He just wants you to feel comfortable and not feel pressured to do something that you weren’t comfortable with doing just yet. For it wasn’t fair on you in the slightest.

‘No. I want to do this, it’s just-‘ you then took a deep breath before refocusing yourself in the moment. ‘You know what I’m just going to kiss your forehead now. If that’s alright with you.’

Welt smiles. ‘It’s more than alright with me. Please continue.’

The moment your lips touched Welt’s forehead, he felt as though he were a young boy in love, everything he was feeling the longer your lips lingered were both indescribable and addicting.

He felt warm, he felt giddy, he felt excited but most of all he felt loved, cherished and really happy.

Nothing else existed in that moment but you two and that was fine by him because at the end of the day he would love nothing more than for it to be you whom he sees no matter what.

He often feels as though he wasn’t putting as much time in your relationship as he was with anything else but when you kissed his forehead, all of those worries he had yet to speak up upon faded away as he was reassured with the way you treated him as though he were priceless.

For he viewed you within the same point of view and was glad that feeling was reciprocated tenfold.

Gallagher; ‘Gallagher, can I-‘

‘Yes.’ He says with impeccable speed.

‘I-i haven’t even asked yet-‘

‘You don’t have to because my answer is yes little bird.’ He cuts you off once again with a wolfish smile before dragging you to sit on his lap as you rested your hands against his shoulders for stability when you kissed his forehead.

The feeling was incredibly fleeting for Gallagher as before he could fully enjoy the feeling of your lips against his skin, you pulled away, Gallagher was pouting like an overgrown child.

‘What?’ You said, thinking you’ve done something wrong.

‘It wasn’t long enough.’ He mutters and tugs you by the waist, causing you to be flushed against his chest. ‘What wasn’t?’ You asked, not understanding what he was getting at.

‘The forehead kiss.’ He clarified. ‘It wasn’t long enough for my liking so I want another.’ He adds, getting a lot of enjoyment from your wide eyed expression as he lifted your head to meet his eyes with a finger under your chin.

‘Don’t you have work to get back to? Won’t Sunday be mad?’ You questioned, knowing that the Halovian’s patience was wearing thin with Gallagher recently, and you didn’t want him getting into even more trouble just because he wanted more forehead kisses.

‘Who cares what that winged prick thinks little bird,’ Gallagher practically purrs, ‘I’m the one busting my ass. So I feel like I’m more than deserving of an extra five minutes to spend with a cutie like you in my lap, giving me a shit tone of forehead kisses.’ He adds.

And that’s exactly what you ended up doing for those extra five minutes.

Blade: ‘why?’ He asks bluntly.

You fiddled with your sleeve, a force of habit of yours that has stuck with you since as long as you could remember. ‘I just hope that it’ll bring you the same comfort and love I feel when you kiss my forehead.’ You admit sheepishly.

Blade knew the kind of guy he was and he wasn’t one that made people feel loved or comforted, if anything it was the complete opposite, but upon hearing you -sweet,shy and socially awkward you- admit that you feel love and comfort from a simple gesture he’s done once maybe twice.

Blade remained silent for a while before feeling himself begin to crumble under your patience gaze and muttered out a gruff. ‘Sure.’

The twinkle in your eyes and the tender smile across your lips melted his scarred heart, but the moment you gently held his face between your hands as though you were holding something worth admiring and pressed the sweetest kiss against his forehead, Blade felt himself practically become a puddle between your palms.

He hums in content as he closes his eyes and lets the love and comfort you claimed he gave you, spread throughout his body, from the bottom of his feet to the tips of his ears. He could feel your love for him encase him in a protective, warm embrace and Blade couldn’t help but selfishly wish to stay here in this position for the rest of your lives.

However you pulled away and Blade noticed how much colder he felt without your touch as he catches his breath, it almost as though he was plunged into an icy cold bath with the way his muscles became frigid and taut.

He had got a mere taste of your affection and now he craved it more than anything.

Dan Heng; knew how hard it was for you to ask for anything of him, despite him countlessly reminding you that he was more then willing to fulfil your wants and needs the best he could.

So when you managed to muster the strength and asked to kiss his forehead, he felt his cheeks become aflame but lets you do so anyways as he casts his gaze elsewhere, praying that you don’t hear how fast his heart was going.

He purrs. I repeat, he purrs the moment your lips touched his forehead as his inner dragon noodle was bursting with happiness upon receiving your affection. It wasn’t something that happened often but when it did, it was always something that never failed to make you smile and him slightly embarrassed at how easily you affected.

He’s just unsure how to voice his liking for your affection without it coming across as awkward or forced. He’s not a man of words when it comes to you as you often left him speechless and unable to think about anything that wasn’t the feeling of your plush, slightly cracked, lips pressed against his forehead.

In that moment all he could think about was you and how despite your differences, you two couldn’t have been a better match for one another.

It was during tender moments like these did Dan Heng want to cling onto forever for they reminded him that he has someone who was worth everything to him.

Someone who loved him regardless of who he was in the past. Your love knew no bounds and Dan Heng could feel every ounce of that within a simple thing as a forehead kiss.

[moonstruckme]

hi maeee!! would you ever write reader x doctor! remus where they dated but then had a nasty break up? maybe reader shows up at the hospital and remus has to treat her and is all concerned and shocked? if not it’s okayyy i hope you’re well!! 🫶🫶

Thank you for your request sweetheart, hope you're well too!

cw: stitches, mention of blood

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 780 words

Remus opens your door with an apology on his lips. 

“Sorry about the wait, I had—” He freezes. 

You grin at him. It’s half grimace. “Hi.” 

“What…” Remus stares at you while his hand finds the wall as if on autopilot, picking up your chart. “You…you…” He skims it, but it feels like only half of his brain is working. “You hit your head?” 

You shrug, sheepish. You look unnervingly casual with dried blood caked on half of your face. “Sort of.” 

“What do you mean, sort of?” His voice pitches before he can stop it, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to master himself. 

“I mean, it wasn’t on purpose,” you hedge. “I fainted first.” 

He pushes out a breath. Walks towards you. “Alright, let’s see.” 

The cut is above your eyebrow, and Remus places his hands carefully on your forehead and your jaw, lifting the gauze up to see it. Gentle, professional touches. 

“Are you experiencing any dizziness?” 

“They’ve already said I have a concussion, if that’s why you’re asking.” 

“Oh.” That was probably on the chart. He picks it up again, reading more thoroughly. “And you’ve already had anesthetic, too?” 

“That’s what they tell me.” 

Remus doesn’t mistake your buoyant tone for nonchalance. You’ve always shrouded your anxiety in smiles and good humor. To someone who knows you, it only gives you away. 

“Alright,” he says, making a conscious effort to banish his own worry from his voice. He pulls up a stool beside your bed and starts gathering his tools. “I’m just going to get set up, and then we can start. You shouldn’t feel anything at all.” He glances at you, seeing you bring your bottom lip between your teeth. “Do you know why you fainted?” 

You sigh, and it comes loose. “Yeah. Dehydration.” 

Remus looks at you sideways. “How did that happen?”

“Okay, you can put away your judgy tone,” you say, lips quirking up slightly. “I was helping a friend move into her new apartment. It’s hot out. It’s hard to tell dehydration from exhaustion when you’re carrying that much heavy stuff, you know?” 

He makes a noncommittal humming sound, but you roll your eyes like you can hear his critical thoughts anyway. “Why didn’t you take a break?” he asks. 

“I didn’t want to complain.” 

Remus huffs out a breath, amused despite himself. “You always were terrible at that.” 

“Hey.” You sound on the brink of laughter. “Terrible at what?�� 

“At asking for the things you need. You’re always so worried about inconveniencing anyone you forget about yourself.” 

He lifts the gauze from your wound, wiping the area clean before readying the suture needle. You tilt your head up at his touch, a cautious, sweet sort of smile playing on your lips. When your gaze finds his, it’s like the world softens. 

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he tells you. The endearment aches in his throat, tender and familiar and far too intimate for whatever you are now, but if you notice you don’t show it. You close your eyes obediently. 

Remus likes to think he gives his best effort to all his patients, but he knows as he works slowly on your stitches that he’s being extra careful with you. His eyes stay on his work with laser focus, one hand splayed across your hairline to steady him. 

“Alright?” he asks you softly. 

You loose a breath, somewhat shaky. “Yeah,” you say. “You’re right, I can’t really feel anything. It’s weird.” 

“It might leave a bit of a scar,” he apologizes. “I’m trying to be as neat as I can, though.” 

Your eyes open, seeking his, but you close them again when he tsks at you. 

“That’s fine,” you say in a quiet voice. “I don’t mind if it does.” 

Remus’ breath sticks in his lungs a bit, an old memory suddenly coming to him crystal clear. You in bed, lit by moonlight coming in through the open window, tracing his scars with your fingers and your mouth. Exceedingly gentle, not because you thought you’d break him but because you wanted to be, whispering sweet words that etched themselves into his heart and never left. 

“It wouldn’t look bad on you,” he agrees. 

“Right by my eyebrow, yeah?” Even with your eyes closed, your face is still expressive, your other eyebrow lifting with the corners of your mouth. “I think it’d look pretty badass.” 

Remus has the terrible, fervent urge to kiss the skin beside that forming scar. He doesn’t know what he’s allowed, but he might just be desperate enough not to care. Maybe he’ll indulge after the stitches are done. 

“Yeah,” he says, lovelorn. “It probably would.”

[minimomoe]

How to Train your Demon

Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.

Tags: MDNI!, red string of fate trope, true form sukuna, librarian reader, soul mates, reincarnation, accidental summoning, love at first sight (but it's one-sided (until it's not)), Sukuna is demon, but he's v much in love, smut and stuff eventually i guess....

Part: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

Revisit rule: "Don't Show Fear"?

Your whole day soured at the notion of you not being able to get the book as soon as you had hoped. Your mind raced at the possibilities that would happen if it was gone for good, but you had to think of happy thoughts as patrons began to ask you if you were feeling alright on the job. You hadn’t expected your emotions to show so openly on your face. 

Uraume did not interfere with your work at all. If you had made a wincing sound loud enough for them to hear, their head would dart to your attention, silently asking if you needed their assistance. You would shake your head to assure them you were doing just fine, and then Uraume would stick their nose back in their book. They seemed to be earnestly reading, absorbing the information from one non fiction novel to the next in astonishing speed. You think they must have finished at least two books by the third hour of your shift. 

The only time you lost sight of Uraume was when Kento made a surprise comeback to the front desk. 

“Mr. Nanami? Don’t tell me you finished all those books already?” 

He gave you a weary smile. Yuuji was no longer on his hip, but instead holding his hand with an apologetic frown. 

“I left my favorite jacket here. We had to come back to get it,” Yuuji mumbled. 

“Oh that’s not a problem. I’m sure it’s in the kid section right where you left it. There hasn’t been that many people today,” you assured them. To make the boy feel better, you led him to the last place you saw him, holding out your own hand for him to take. That’s when Nanami saw your foot and tried to make you stay back. 

“Trust me, I want to move around. I’ve been stuck up there pretty much all day,” you waved Nanami off. 

Just as you expected, Yuuji’s beloved jacket was crumbled up on one of the colorful beanbags in the reading zone. He dropped your hand to dash towards it. Once Yuuji collected his belongings he ran back to you with a running hug that almost knocked you off of your feet. 

“Thank you!” He gushed. 

“Yuuji, be careful!” He peeled the young boy with the strength of two men off of your body. “I’m sorry about that. Are you sure you’re alright?” 

“Kento, I’m fine. Now go have fun at the beach for me,” you smiled. 

You waved them off for the second time. On your trip back to your desk is when you noticed that Uraume was nowhere to be found. They weren’t sitting at the desk that they have been reading at, or skimming through the shelves when you did a quick look around. 

As you plopped back to the front desk, Jess popped up from the office space behind you. 

“You wanna work back here for now? I’ll take the front. You’re moving around too much for my liking.”

She practically wheeled you to the back before you could agree, but you knew it would be better for you. 

“Have you seen that one person with white hair?”

“Not in a while. Why, you think they're sketchy?”

“No no, I was just curious.” The last thing you needed was attention on Uraume, because more attention on them would lead to Sukuna. Since they found their way to the library, you had no doubt that they would get home safely. 

Now in the back, or the Book Nursery as your library liked to call it, you scanned the stack of new novels that you have not seen before. 

“When did this delivery come in?” 

“I just picked it up from the donation box,” Jess explained. Your shoulders dropped at her words and she gave you a concerned look. “Do you want to go home? You don’t live too far. I can drop you off and have somebody cover me for twenty minutes while I come back.”

“I can’t make you do that,” you shook your head. You got comfortable in your chair and picked the first book in the stack. It was a children’s book that had the plastic covering torn to shreds and a few loose pages. All it needed was a little TLC and it would be as good as new. “I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll be okay back here.” 

“If you say so,” she said, unconvinced. “Holla if you need me.” 

Being away from the needs of the public was exactly what you needed. With quiet music playing in your headphones, you were in the groove of putting books back together until your shift was over. You had gotten through half of the stack and most of them were salvageable. When Jess rapped on the door to tell you that it was time to leave, your mood was noticeably lifted. 

Right before Jess dropped you off at your house, she gently held your hand. 

“If your new man does anything— and I mean anything— that breaks your heart…”

“You’ll be the first to know,” you promised. 

“Good. Call me if you need anything!” 

Once inside, you were greeted to the sounds sourcing from the kitchen and the living room. Your TV was on with a show that you didn’t recognize at first until you saw the familiar opening sequence of none other than Hannibal. You smirked at the screen, passing it to see what Sukuna could possibly up to in the kitchen, especially when you had listed that place as off limits. 

“My lord, you can no longer use that knife. She doesn’t like meat or residue from meat in her meals. We will have to wash them or retrieve new utensils,” Uruame softly reminded.

“Some meat would do her good,” Sukuna grumbled. Still, he grabbed a new knife like Uraume said and began to chop the vegetables in front of him. He squinted at the cookbook propped up at the corner of the countertop before giving up and telling Uraume to read it outloud. 

You could barely hold in your laugh. Both heads popped up to see you standing in the corner. 

“What are you doing?” You giggled. 

“Preparing dinner, ma’am,” Uraume bowed. “Welcome home.” 

“I’m glad that you made it back safely,” you said. Sukuna washed off his hands before greeting you with a bear hug with all four of his arms. 

“You’ve reduced me to be the one at home waiting at home for you to return.” 

“I think being a housewife suits you,” you squeezed out. His hold was tight, genuinely missing your presence and now he didn’t want to let you go. 

“I’ll leave that to Uraume for the time being. There is something we need to do.” 

There is nothing more that Sukuna loves doing than picking you up so that he can move faster, and that’s exactly what he did to walk you to the living room and placed you on the couch. You looked at him bewilderedly as he unstrapped. When you swung your foot off the couch to stand up limply, he gave you an unimpressed glare. 

“Don’t look at me like that, you didn’t explain anything! What are you gonna do?”

“I am going to heal you if you can stop moving around,” Sukuna growled. He grabbed your wrist, attempting to have you fall into his lap but you stumbled back. 

“Heal me? How? Why?” The rapid fire questions thinned Sukuna’s patience. He held out one of his hands for you to take but you were stubborn in your stillness. 

“You and your questions. How? Why?” He repeated mockingly. He slowly rose from the bed, taking slow, predatory steps towards you until there was no more space for you. You bumped into a wall and couldn’t hide from his gaze. “Do you think I am incapable?”

“N-no.”

“Do you think I have ill intentions?”

“I don’t think so?” You squeaked.

“Then settle down. Concern yourself with matters you can control.” 

You were practically plastered on the wall when Sukuna sank down to one knee, taking it upon himself to remove your boot to look at your toe himself. He muttered something that you couldn’t make out, a language that you have yet to learn, and the dull pain in your toe you felt since you broke it disappeared. You gasped squatting down to look at your foot and saw that the bruising around it had faded away. You poked at your toe, expecting to wince at the touch but was greeted with… nothing. 

Sukuna watched you carefully as you inspected your body. You flexed your muscles, wiggled it, stomped on it with hawk eye attention. 

“It’s really healed,” you muttered to yourself. “How did you do that?” You demanded. 

“It’s a simple spell for a minor injury locked away in the book that I’m bound to. It was easy enough to learn,” Sukuna said. 

“You learned it just now? From the book? You never had to use it on yourself?” “The need was not there before. I never got hurt in battle.” 

You concluded that Uraume was at the library on multiple orders, one being to watch for you, but once they were sure you were alright, Uraume must have grabbed the journal when you were no longer watching. Sukuna scooped you up in his arms despite your new ability to walk on your own to take you to your room. Before he could sit you down on your bed, you tighten your arms around his neck, signaling that you didn’t want to be placed down just yet. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something. 

You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, taking him by surprise. 

“Thank you,” you muttered. “I’m sure I would’ve gotten better all on my own, but this was very kind of you.” 

While his face remained unchanged, Sukuna’s ears turned scarlet. You shifted uncomfortably in his arms, unsure if you had done the right thing. Usually Sukuna was pretty expressive even if he wasn’t saying anything. This time, all you got was a deep stare into your soul that left nothing to hide. 

“I told you that I wouldn’t have to beg for your kiss,” he smirked. 

Heat rushed to your face. “I’ll never give you another one!”

“Never? Why lie to yourself?” He crooned in your ear, making your embarrassment rise. You pushed away his face only to get your finger caught in his mouth. It sent a shock right down to the apex of your thighs, leading you to hiss loudly. Sukuna knew exactly the effect he had on you, and his teeth grazed across your finger length. 

“Eating me because of a kiss is a bit much, no?” You nervously laughed. 

You had no idea how Sukuna could devour you if you allowed him. You slowly took your hand out of his mouth, opting to tenderly cup the side of his face. You could hear your heart pounding, the blood rushing in your veins as your face drifted closer to his. Sukuna’s parted lips waited for yours, allowing you to take the lead. When you finally tasted his mouth you sighed in relief. The attraction between you and Sukuna has always been palatable, even if you willingly chose to ignore it, but now there was no denying it. He stirred something deep within your stomach that you could no longer ignore. You wanted to be dragged down deeper, to have his hands all over your body. 

Sukuna gently lowered you into your bedding, his mouth still locked on yours. His tongue pushed yours with assertion. Everything he did was meaningful, and all you felt was possession. There was barely enough space for him to fit between your legs but still you tried. You were clawing at his back to place his whole weight on your body when you heard soft rapping at the door. You barely had enough self control to actually check who it was. With one eye open you saw your poor cat trying to leave the room before you got freaky with a demon. 

“Sukuna– wait–” 

You had to deal with him biting and sucking your neck, almost dragging you back down in bed with him but you will was stronger. 

“I’m not going anywhere, give me a second!” 

Sukuna held himself over your body. Two hands planted at your head, the other two creeping up your shirt. 

“Cleo cannot be in here if we’re about to do anything. Let me take our child out.” You held his face in your hands and shook him gently. Your words finally reached his brain and he rolled over, petulantly crossing his arms over his chest while staring at the ceiling. 

You petted Cleo’s ears while apologizing to her. 

“Sorry honey. I almost let you see something R-rated,” you chuckled. At the front of your open door stood Uraume waiting patiently who made you jump back. They bowed as an apology, still speaking with their head down. 

“Your dinner is ready to be served.”

“Leave us, Uraume," Sukuna ordered from behind. 

“Yes, my L–”

“No, we’ll eat now,” you stepped in. Cleo ran down the hall for her own meal with loud meows after purring around Uraume’s feet. You could feel Sukuna’s growing scowls from behind boring into your head. 

“As you wish,” Uraume bowed again. 

You turned to a very annoyed demon who rolled his eyes when you pecked another kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t look so down. I gave you another kiss despite my words earlier. That’s gotta count for something.”

Sukuna narrowed his eyes on you. “Eat well. Once you are fed, I will not let you go.” 

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Change Of Heart

The End - Part Five

Note - thank you for all your feedback last week, I’m glad we’re all on team Mason but hopefully our girl has a chance to redeem herself this week 😭 feedback is appreciated like always and I hope you enjoy a bit of a lighter chapter 🤭

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 7.4k

Warnings - series contains angst & fluff

It seemed like no matter where you looked, Mason's name was in your face. His boyhood club dragging him through the mud and as much as you tried to keep in contact and let him know you were there for him, he was keeping his cards close to his chest.

Mason had been linked with a few different clubs over the last few months, but the name Manchester United was one that seemed to be sticking. You didn’t want to get your hopes up that maybe soon enough he’d be closer to you both but as soon as you saw the here we go you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.

Mason had messaged you ten minutes ago asking if he could call you but so far you hadn’t heard a thing. Gee was up in her room playing while you were making dinner but as soon as you felt your phone vibrating you turned everything off and answered as quickly as you could.

‘Hey Mase’

‘Hey love, you alright?’ He answered but you could tell straight away how emotional he was.

‘Yeah, fine. You?’ You asked carefully. Hoping he knew it would be okay to talk to you and after a beat of silence you heard him sigh.

‘Yeah, I um… I don’t know if you’ve seen’ he asked cautiously and you knew this was your time to step up and be the friend he’d always been to you. It was as clear as day he needed someone and you were ready to be exactly what he wanted.

‘I’ve seen, Mase’

‘Okay’ he gulped, his voice timid and it made your tummy ache at how sad he sounded.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘Dunno, a bit numb to it all I think’ he chuckled but you could tell there was no joy in it. ‘I could really do with a hug’

‘Next time I see you I’ve got the biggest hug ever for you, okay? Gee too, I promise’ you reassured him but you could feel yourself becoming emotional at how he sounded. He’d been through a lot lately but you’d never heard him so downbeat.

‘Thank you’ he laughed ‘I’ll be seeing you soon I guess. We’re leaving the trip early to travel up and I’ve got a hotel for the week but maybe I could pop by?’

‘Of course, you can stay with me the whole time Mase you know that right?’ You offered but you knew it made more sense for him to stay with his family.

‘It’s fine, the club are paying for the hotel and then I’ll be away on tour no doubt. And I’ll hopefully have a house sorted when I get back’

‘Well you know you can come over whenever’. You reiterated and after a beat of silence you could help but ask how he was again. ‘Are you sure you’re okay, Mase?’

‘I’ll be fine, sorry I would say more but we’re in the car’ he explained and you understood immediately that he didn’t want to say too much in front of his family.

‘No it’s fine, listen I need to make Gee’s dinner and sort her out for bed but why don’t you call me later? Like when you’re in your room and we can have a proper talk’ you offered. Not wanting him to bottle it all up and make himself sick.

‘Are you sure? It might be late’

‘I’m sure Mase. I told you I’m always here, yeah? Even if it’s 2am I’ll wait for you, okay?’

‘Thank you’ he whispered and you could hear the emotion in his voice. Trying to gulp it down as best he could before he let you go so you could sort Gee out.

It had just gone midnight when Mason messaged you to say he was ready. He knew it was late and said if you were too tired it could wait until tomorrow but you were high on adrenaline and knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep without speaking to him first.

‘Hey’ he breathed as he answered. A little more pep in his tone which made you feel better but you knew this was going to be a hard conversation.

‘Hey Mase, how’s the hotel?’

‘Yeah it’s nice. Feels weird being in Manchester and not staying with you though’

‘I’ll see you soon though, yeah? I’m so sorry it didn’t work out how you wanted it to Mase, they’re complete dicks I swear to god’ you started but you could tell from his laugh on the other end of the line he was feeling better than earlier.

‘Y/n honestly, it’s fine. Yeah it’s sad and it sucks but I’ve had some time to think about it in the car and I think this is for the best’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah, like don’t get me wrong It's gonna be weird and will take some getting used to but it’s a fresh start and is not like I’m completely on my own. I’ve got Luke, Harry, Rashy and Jadon there. I’m sure the other guys are nice too but it’ll help having them around’

‘You’ve got a couple of other people up here too’ you told him with a smile and it’s like you could feel his radiating down the line.

‘Oh yeah, who's that?’ he asked cheekily and it was the most normal you’d heard him sound all day.

‘Well there’s me for starters. And there’s a little girl who’s asleep next to me who thinks the absolute world of you and I know she’ll be so excited to have you close by now’ you told him. Usually she would have been asleep in her own bed but you thought she was coming down with something and wanted to check on her so she was currently snoozing away peacefully next to you.

‘Have you told her yet?’

‘No, I thought we could tell her together? You know whenever you’ve got time to come here and I can give you that hug I promised you’

‘How about tomorrow afternoon?’ He suggested and you nodded even though he couldn’t see. Happy that you were seeing him sooner than you thought you’d be able to. ‘I’ve got my medical tomorrow but I might need your help with something after’

‘Let me guess? Is it the fact you look like a highlighter right now?’ You laughed and even through the phone you could see his little embarrassed smile.

‘A little bit’ he giggled. ‘Do you think you could help me sort it out’

‘I’ll grab some dye tomorrow on my lunch break, okay?’

‘And that’s why you’re my best friend’

‘That’s me’ you gulped, the phrase rattling around in your brain a little bit and making you feel uncomfortable.

You weren’t sure if it was the fact you were feeling incredibly protective of him right now but the sound of best friend falling from his lips made you a little disappointed for some reason. You shook it off though and spoke to him for a little while longer until he sounded even more himself again before he had to go. You knew tomorrow would be a long day and he needed his sleep so with a quick goodnight you ended the call.

Mason came over at around 4pm the next day and you opened the door in a hurry. Excitedly pulling him into your arms and you didn’t miss the way he clung to you tighter than he ever had. A quiet sob falling from his lips but you heard it loud and clear and it made your heart break.

‘Oh Mase, come on let’s go and sit down’ you told him. Pulling him into the living room and popping him on the sofa but he was biting his lip to keep it all in and you didn’t want him to. ‘You don't have to put a brave face on for me okay?’

‘I know’ he sniffed, but you knew he didn’t want you to see him upset so you pulled him into your chest and let him hide his face. ‘Fuck I can’t believe it’s just over and done like that’

‘They don’t deserve your sadness. Just think of this as a new adventure okay? It’s not the one you’d planned but life works in mysterious ways’ you told him as you ran your fingers over his scalp

‘I know, thank you love’ he mumbled sleepily. Relaxing fully into your hold and you knew this was the first time he’d been able to be free with his emotions and not put on a front.

You both sat like that for about half an hour. Mason telling you all about his medical that took place and you were pleased to find out he’d passed. He hadn’t managed to see many people at the club yet though and he was hoping he could meet some of his team mates tomorrow but before long the inevitable question came from him.

‘Where’s Gee?’

‘She’s asleep’ you told him with a laugh. ‘I should wake her up soon, she was just being a right grump so I put her down for a nap. I think she’s getting a little cold’

‘Ah no, poor thing. Can I wake her up?’ He asked shyly and you were in no position to deny him. Thinking you’d probably do anything at this point to make him smile so you took his hand and squeezed it gently.

‘Go on then’ you smiled. Following him into her room where he carefully tried to wake her up and you had to hold on your giggles at the way he was being so careful not to make any noise. Laying his face next to hers whilst shaking her gently to try and wake her and you watched in delight as her face lit up at the sight of him.

‘Masey’ she mumbled sleepily. Wrapping her arms around his neck so he could lift her and you could see it as clear as day how much joy she gave him. Watching on from the doorway full of love at your two favourite people and from the way Mason was smiling at you, you knew he was feeling it too.

‘Surprise, pickle’ he laughed. ‘I thought you might not recognise me’

‘She’s been calling you candy floss head ever since I showed her the picture of you the other week’ you laughed, walking over to the pair of them so you could brush your fingers through his grown out locks and you didn’t miss the way his eyes fluttered shut at your touch.

‘Well I can’t be candy floss head anymore. Uncle masey is having his picture taken tomorrow so I need to sort the barnet out’ he told her as she joined you in touching Mason's hair. ‘You're working tomorrow aren’t you? Its okay I was just wondering if you wanted to come along with the rest of us’

‘Oh I would if I could Mase, but I’m down a few staff for holidays and if Gee is out of daycare for a day that I’ve paid for she might lose her place’ you pouted but he just nodded understandingly.

‘It’s okay, I’ll just send you updates’ he smiled. Looking back down at Gee who was smiling up at him happily. ‘Come on then, let’s sort this out’

You made him sit on the edge of the bath with the towel around his shoulders as you applied the dye. Gee watching on as you coated his hair and it was good to see she’d perked up a little bit with Mason around. Singing him the new song she’d learnt that day whilst trying to teach him the actions but he couldn’t quite get it and she would laugh hysterically each time he messed up.

Once it was all washed out and he was back to being your Mason, you made a start on dinner so you could all sit together and once it was over you could see Mason was itching to tell Gee his news.

‘Hey Gee, you know how much you love having uncle Masey around?’ You started, watching her little head nod up and down enthusiastically. ‘Well what if I told you we might be able to see him a lot more often now?’ You told her but the reality suddenly hit that you didn’t know for sure if he’d be able to see you guys anymore than he did. He just said he was moving closer and that was all. ‘Well I hope we will at least’

‘Of course you will, I’ll be bugging you everyday if I can’ he told you sincerely but you just giggled at him before he turned to Gee with a smile. ‘Uncle Masey is getting a new house not too far from here so I’ll be able to see you all the time. And we can have sleepovers and all sorts. Maybe I can come and get you from daycare sometimes? What do you think?’

She couldn’t speak much, her mouth full of pasta as Mason was still feeding her but from the way she clapped her hands and tried to laugh excitedly you could tell she was over the moon at the idea.

‘You don’t have to do that, Mase’

‘I want to though. You help me out all the time and it’s no biggie if it gives you a bit of a break. You’ve been on your own up here but you’ve got help now’ he told you sincerely and you felt your chest warm at how kind he was being. ‘Plus you guys know all the good places up here now. You need to teach me the ways’ he joked but you couldn’t wait to take him to all your favourite places properly.

Mason couldn’t stay too much longer, claiming he needed his beauty sleep so he didn’t look rough in his pictures so you let him go with the promise that he’d call you as soon as he could the next day.

You texted him that morning but didn't expect to hear from him until much later that evening though as you knew he’d had a long day but you just stepped through the door, your phone began to ring.

‘Hey, Mase. How did it go?’ You asked excitedly as soon as you answered the phone and you heard his little giggle straight away.

‘Yeah really good thanks, love. We’re just on the way back to the hotel now’ he told you and you could tell by his voice how much happier he seemed than yesterday. ‘Do you think you’d wanna join us for dinner tonight? We’re just eating there but I know Summer would love to see Gee and my mums asking after you’

‘If it gets me out of cooking then I’m all for it. Just let me know when and where and I’ll be there’ you told him and within the next half an hour you were on your way. Lewis meeting you out the front so he could take you to everyone and Gee was quick to run to Summer who gave her a big hug.

Seeing Mason's parents made you realise how much you missed your own. You saw them every so often when you made the trip home or they came to visit but being surrounded by so much love made you feel a little homesick. Gee’s birthday was coming up soon though and you knew you’d be seeing them soon which cheered you up slightly.

You sat and listened as they told you all about their day. Mason chiming in when he could but he was sitting in between Gee and Summer so he had his hands full but every so often he’d send you a warm smile that made your heart melt.

‘Gee, you wanna come up and see my room?’ He asked her as you were finishing up your dessert and you could see her nodding up at him. ‘I’ve got a little something for you up there too if you’re good’

‘What have you done? You laughed but he just looked at you with his usual cheeky smile and you couldn’t figure out what he was up to.

‘Me? Nothing’ he winked, shrugging his shoulders before leaning over the back of Gee’s chair so he could talk to you a little more privately. ‘What about you anyway, have you been good?’

‘I’m always good’ you chuckled. The question suddenly making your neck and cheeks feel hot and you didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed to your lips before he chuckled light heartedly.

‘I know you are, that’s why I’ve got something for you too’ he told you with a wink and you had to look down into your lap so no one could see how much you were blushing at his silly comment.

You bid his family farewell before he took you up to his room. Mason holding Gee’s hand as they walked in front of you down the corridor and your heart melted at the way she kept looking back and smiling at you like she was the happiest girl in the world to be with him.

Mason had that effect on people though.

Once in Mason's huge room, he sat Gee on his lap as you sat next to them as he did his best to explain to her that he was part of a new team now so he had a new kit before producing a little shirt for her. His name and new number proudly sitting on the back and after you’d helped her put it on over her dress she was straight over to the mirror to admire herself in it.

‘Number seven, yeah? Mason that’s huge’ you told him. Your voice emotional and you finally saw it in the flesh but he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently.

‘I know’ he chuckled. ‘Big responsibility but I’m up for it. They’ve been really good to me, you know? I wanna pay it back to them’

‘Come here’ you whispered. Opening your arms and pulling him into a hug that he gladly accepted and you couldn’t get over how much you needed him close right now. The feel and smell of him brought you comfort more than anything and it was like you needed the hug just as much as he did. Knowing you’d been worrying about him for weeks but now you knew things would finally be okay made your shoulders relax.

‘I got you one too’ he mumbled. The words almost getting lost in your neck but you pulled away with a quizzical look before he was reaching over to hand you another new shirt. ‘I know it might be weird, you’ve always supported me at Chelsea so I get if you don’t wanna wear it-‘

‘Hey, I’m a you fan, Mase. I’ll support you in whatever way you need’ you smiled. ‘Plus I think I prefer the red anyway, it matches my lipstick. The blue always clashed’

‘I mean I think you look good in whatever, but I’m glad you agree’ he shrugged and you felt heat rising up your neck at his compliment.

Mason stayed in the hotel for the next few weeks until he went on tour but you knew he wasn’t happy there. People had figured out where he was and would follow him home from training so when he got back from America and he told you his house wouldn’t be ready for another week or so, you practically forced him to move in with you.

It was nice having someone to come home to, someone to cook for who wasn’t almost two years old and someone you could have an adult conversation with.

Most of the time anyway.

Gee loved having him there too by all accounts, but ever her perceptive self she knew he was about to leave soon and her mood on his last full day with you took a plumet. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t staying with you forever and she spent most of the day in a mood on the sofa refusing to eat. The only time she came out of her shell a bit was when Mason laid down next to her and put his head in her lap and she couldn’t resist him. Giggling as she tried to hug his head and kiss it sweetly and the whole interaction made you feel softer than ever for them both.

‘You don’t need to be upset about me going, Gee. You know we’ll still see each other all the time. Even more so than we used to, okay? I’ll only be down the road’ he assured her. ‘I can’t stay away from my favourite girl for too long so I’ll be back all the time’ he explained and you felt your heart thudding in your chest during their little conversation.

Mason had always been good with kids, but to see him like this with your baby was something completely different and as much as Gee was moody that he was going, you couldn’t exactly blame her as you were feeling the same.

‘You’re so good with her’ you smiled, watching him blush slightly at your compliment as he came into the kitchen a few moments later. ‘Though I am a bit mad at you’ you huffed playfully but he took your words seriously. His face dropping as he looked at you carefully and you could see the confusion in his big brown eyes.

‘What did I do?’

‘I thought I was your favourite’ you pouted. ‘I know she’s just a baby but I’ve known you longer’ you teased. Trying your hardest to look upset but he saw right through it. Giggling as he grabbed your waist and when he pulled you into a hug you relaxed as he held you.

‘You know you’ll always be my number one girl’ he told you softly. The words getting lost in your hair but that didn’t mean they lost their effect. Your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you tried to stop the giant smile at the thought of still being his favourite person but before you could tell him he was your number one too, he carried on speaking. ‘But since you decided to clone yourself, unfortunately you’re gonna have to share me’

You didn’t know what it was, but the thought of sharing Mason with anyone but Gee made you feel uncomfortable. Your smile dropping instantly as you instinctively held him closer but he squeezed you back just as tight before dropping a kiss on your head and pulling away.

Mason was yours, no one else’s

You remember thinking years ago that you’d have to put up with the person chose as his his own one day, just like Mason had done for you with Jack but now the prospect filled you with dread.

You didn’t want to see him with anyone else. The thought of him touching anyone else, kissing someone else… you hated the idea of it to the point it made your skin feel hot and clammy.

You knew you were being selfish, Mason wasn’t yours and you’d told him you didn’t see him in a romantic way but the thought suddenly hit you that if no one else could have him then what did that mean?

Did that mean you had to have him?

You’d never given being with him much thought, yes you knew he still harboured some feelings for you, at least he’d admitted as much around a year ago now but Mason had always been your best friend and you never really had time to sit and think about how your relationship had grown.

But now?

He was your safe place. Your light in the dark when things were going wrong and you felt hopeless. The boy that made you laugh when you needed it and held you when you needed that too.

The boy who’d taken on your plus one like she was his own and did everything he could in his power to keep the both of you happy and safe.

He made you feel like a family

You loved Mason. Loved him more than you realised or could possibly explain to anyone else as it only made sense to you but the possibility of now being in love with him was smacking you in the face.

He was over by the stove and you turned to steal a glance of him. His brows pinched and lips pouty as he stirred the pot you’d abandoned and you were filled with that same warm feeling. Like he was human sunshine and all you wanted was to bask in his glow but clearly you’d gotten yourself wrapped up in your feelings a little too much until the sound of his voice was snapping you out of your trance.

‘Have I got something on my face?’ He asked, wiping his cheek softly but you just smiled shyly at him.

‘Oh, n-no you’re good’

‘Stop looking at me like that’ he laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders but you were thankful that you could hide your face and the blush that had taken over your cheeks. ‘When Gee’s gone to bed, do you fancy watching a movie? Just us’

‘Yes please’ you whispered. Excited about the prospect of some alone time with him and with a quick kiss to your head he walked back over to the stove.

You had a few veggies left to chop so you asked him to keep on stirring the sauce whilst you chatted lightly and clearly he got a bit too confident as he went a bit too quickly and slopped some sauce on the side which he quickly cleaned with the nearest cloth.

‘Oh Mase’ you huffed. ‘That's a clean tea towel’

‘Sorry love’ he gulped, looking more guilty than he should but you just took it from him with a smile.

‘It’s fine, between you a Jack I’ve gotten used to it over the years. Must be a bloody boy's thing to stain everything’ you told him as you chucked it by the washing machine. When you looked back at him though he was facing away from you however his neck was red and you could see his shoulders were tense. ‘Mase? You alright?’

‘Yeah fine, I’m gonna go set the table’ he told you and without another look he was gone.

In typical Mason fashion he fell asleep watching your movie that night so you coaxed him onto your chest so he could get comfortable but you also used it as a bit of an excuse just to look at him for a bit. His adorable cheek squished as he laid there with his lips slightly open and you had to stop yourself from leaning down and kissing him. Shaking yourself out of your trance as a wave of confusion rolled over you and you sat there blankly looking at the screen.

This new found need to comfort him and love on him was overwhelming but you hadn’t vocalised anything yet and you knew you needed a big gossip session with Ell before you took any next steps. The kissing part was new though and you couldn’t tell if you were thrilled or horrified by it.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. Flicking through all the pictures he’d sent your way lately when you were in bed every night but the more you thought about being with him and everything it would entail, the more you realised it might not work.

You didn’t even know if he still felt the same after all these years. Yes you’d overheard him talking to Gee over a year ago but that was then and this was now. It has been years and you’d never shown him any inkling of wanting anything more, at least you didn’t think you had, and you were pretty sure he’d told her that he was learning to move on. He must have done that by now surely?

You were snapped out of your thoughts soon enough as you heard your front door being opened. It was a Wednesday so that meant Mason was picking Gee up from daycare and they were back for their dinner.

‘Hello love!’ Gee called excitedly as soon as she saw you. Storming over as quickly as her little legs would carry her and you chuckled at Mason's bemused face as you picked her up for a cuddle.

‘Love? Have I missed something?’ He asked but little did he know he was at fault for it.

‘She’s been calling me that for the last few days. I think she’s picked it up from you’ you told him. Kissing her cheek softly as you placed her on the counter so you could carry cooking.

‘Oh Gee’ he laughed standing in front of her and she sent him a giddy smile as he trapped her in between his arms that were leaning on the side. ‘That's mummy, not love’ he explained but you weren’t sure she was even listening properly. ‘She’s my love, but your mummy’

My love.

You hoped he didn’t hear the little gasp that fell from your lips at his words or the way you almost dropped your spoon into the sauce you were stirring but thankfully when you finally looked up Mason was still talking away with Gee and seemed none the wiser.

‘Do you think you could help me out for Gee’s party?’ You asked, trying to change the subject so you didn’t fixate on what had just been said and even though he was playing it cool, you could tell he was happy you’d asked him.

‘Of course, what do you need me to do?’

‘Well I was hoping you could take her out for the morning? Ell said she’d come over and help me decorate and then you could bring her over when it’s all done? Like for the big surprise?’

‘Oh thank god, I thought you wanted me to blow balloons up and as much as I love her I don’t think I’ve got the lungs for it’ he chuckled. ‘Oh wait, I thought your parents were coming up, do you not want them to have her?’

‘No that's a surprise too’ you nodded. ‘If she knows they’re here then she’ll be suspicious. I want her to see everyone all together’

‘Okay, yeah’ he smiled, nodding enthusiastically before turning back to Gee so he could plan their day together.

When the morning of the party came Mason was over early to get Gee and once she was all packed up they were off and out. Mason promising he’d message you with updates as soon as he could but you weren’t expecting one half an hour later no matter how cute it was.

You and Ell were the dream team. Decorating your house in record time with giant animal balloons and bunting that looked like giant leaves. You were going for a jungle theme as you’d managed to pass down your love of the outdoors to her, and the most important decoration was the giant giraffe balloon that you had tied to the back of her chair.

Gem the giraffe was Gee’s favourite toy. Her little comfort animal she’d had from the day she was born and she was rarely seen without it much to Mason's delight. Telling you all the time it was a good job he’d found it in the gift shop and it was the best £15 he’d ever spent but clearly today he was out to spend even more.

That's how most of the morning went. You and Ell working away as Mason sent you lots of updates and you wondered if it was because he was feeling nervous about his first time looking after her properly. He had her once a week all on his own but this was for a lot longer and you could tell he was worried about doing something wrong.

Soon enough guests were arriving. Noah and Tommy were the first to arrive as they’d been to pick up the cake and after your parents arrived you couldn’t contain your emotions. It had only been two months since you’d seen them but you missed them terribly being so far away and you always felt whole when they were up here with you.

You didn’t invite too many people, just a few of Gee’s little friends from daycare with their parents and Mason asked if Luke and his kids could pop by so you were excited to have them there. Luke had always been a sweetheart to you and you were excited to meet Anouska and talk to her about the little one she was currently growing.

You’d packed Gee a dress in her bag and you asked Mason to put her in just before they got back. Hoping that the pair of them could avoid staining it if she didn’t have it on all day and as you watched them walk up the drive hand in hand, you couldn’t contain your laugh as he’d kept on her new trainers with it.

She looked adorable though and when Mason walked her into the living room her face was a picture. Not knowing where to look as there were so many of her favourite people in one room shouted surprise but she was straight to you so she could show you her new shoes.

‘Very nice, baby’ you giggled. Kissing her cheek and wrapping her up in a big hug before everyone else came over to say hello and hand her a present. You could have cried from the soft little fank yews she gave everyone and the big smile she kept sending your way. Knowing she wasn’t 100% sure what was going on but she was happy nonetheless.

Gee wasn’t exactly shy, but you could see how much she loved being the centre of attention. Eventually going to join her little friends from daycare along with Luke’s kids so you could start the party games and before you could even think Mason was by your side with the gift you’d wrapped for pass the parcel. His phone already synced to your speaker and you could see Luke laughing at the way he seemed so into everything out of the corner of your eye.

‘Go sit next to her, I’ll do this bit’ he smiled and you quickly kissed his cheek before joining her. Only noticing around halfway through that he had a massive kiss mark on his cheek from your red lipstick but when Lewis turned up he was quick to wipe it off whilst teasing him.

Throughout the afternoon he was the perfect host. Constantly clearing up any mess he saw and making sure all the snack bowls were full. Doing the rounds and making sure both him and Gee got to speak to everyone and you almost lost it when you walked into the kitchen to find him wearing your favourite pink washing up gloves. He was so in the zone as he scrubbed away he didn’t see you looking at him until you approached and you knew his cheeks were burning.

‘Mason? What are you doing?’ You giggled but he just looked at you shyly before going back to washing up.

‘Just getting some of this done so there’s not loads to do later’

‘I didn’t invite you here to wash up’ you laughed. ‘Come on, I know you love a bit of pin the tail on the elephant’

‘You’re not wrong’ he laughed, placing the final plate into the drying rack and peeling your gloves off. ‘Come on let’s 1v1, I bet I’ll beat you’

‘You haven't changed, have you?’

‘Never have, never well’ he told you proudly as he swung an arm around your shoulders and you felt your love for him consume you.

‘Good’ you whispered, the pair of you seemingly getting lost in each other's eyes a bit but Mason ruined the moment by flicking your nose playfully before roughing your hair up.

‘I really like the theme you’ve gone with’ he told you as you walked back to join the rest of the party. ‘Reminds me of the parties we had as kids’

‘I just wanted her to have good memories like we did growing up’ you told him and you hoped she would. She seemed happy enough running around with all her friends whilst your mum fed her snacks every so often and as you looked around the room you knew you were right where you both needed to be.

‘Well with you as her mummy I know she will’ Mason told you. Snapping you out of your thoughts quickly but your eyes welling up immediately at his words. ‘I’m serious y/n. She’s the sweetest, funniest little girl and you should be so proud of yourself. You’re doing such a good job I promise’

‘Oh Mase’ you blubbed. Not realising how much you needed to hear that from someone and you quickly covered your face with your hands so he couldn’t see you cry.

‘Well that wasn’t meant to happen’ Mason laughed. Pulling you into his body so he could hold you tightly to chest as he rubbed your back.

‘Sorry, it just means a lot you know’ you told him and he nodded. ‘In the interest of saying thank you, then I need to tell you the same. I didn’t realise how much I needed someone until you got here and I appreciate everything you do for the both of us. I love you so much, Mase. You know that, right?’

‘And I love you just as much’ he told you softly. Wondering if he still meant it in the way he used to but his eyes were blurry from his tears and you couldn’t tell.

Once the pair of you were presentable again you re joined the party. Mason beating you at pin the tail on the elephant which he was more than happy about and you knew when it came down to just the pair of you for musical chairs he let you win. You still took it though and lauded it over him for the next hour until you needed his help. Taking his wrist and pulling him into the kitchen where he was looking at you with a surprised smile.

‘I’m gonna do the cake now’ you told him. ‘Would you grab Gee and sit with her at the table so I can bring it over?’

‘Yeah? You sure’ he asked with a coy smile. This felt like a big deal to him, like he was the special person who got to share this moment with her but you knew there was no one else you wanted sat with her. ‘Do you not want to sit with her? Or your parents?’

‘No I want you to do it’ you nodded. ‘I’ll only be a few minutes so be quick’ you told him and he was off before you could say anything else.

Once the candles were lit, you quickly chanced a look around the corner to make sure everyone was ready but the sight in front of you made your heart flutter. Mason sat to the table with Gee in his lap but all the other kids were around him as they listened to him telling them all they had to sing really loud so the whole street could hear them and they were nodding excitedly as they got themselves ready.

You gave a quick nod to your mum. Letting her know it was okay to turn the light off before you came in with the cake. The whole room singing to your baby as she clapped along with pure joy written all over her face but when you caught eyes with Mason you were smiling even wider. Popping the cake down in front of her as Mason was trying to teach her how to blow the candles out but she didn’t quite have the lungs for it. Both you and Mason helping her out in the end but you made out it was her and she was pretty proud of herself.

You cut up the cake so there was enough to go around and by the time everyone had a bit Gee happily munching away at hers so you joined her at the table with Mason.

‘Mumma, you wanna come sit with Gee?’ Mason asked but there was no way you were interrupting the perfect scene in front of you.

‘No it’s okay, you carry on’ you smiled enjoying watching him feed her little spoonfuls of cake but as the pair of you began to chat a little more he slowed down and she began to huff. His multitasking skills clearly failing him at this moment and you covered your mouth as you smiled at them.

‘Quick Masey, more’ she told him. Tapping his wrist gently to get him to speed up but he just laughed and rested his head on top of hers.

‘Sorry baby’ he chucked. Rolling his eyes at you at her sassiness but he sped up. Smiling as she hummed in satisfaction and rubbed her tummy like it was the best thing she’d ever eaten but you could tell Mason was missing out so you loaded up a fork and held it up to him. His cheeks flaming as he caught onto what you were offering him but he gladly accepted. Eyes boring into yours as he wrapped his lips around your fork and the moment was more intense and intimate that you could have imagined.

‘I can see why you want me to be quick now, Gee. That's some good cake, huh?’ He asked her, looking away as you coughed awkwardly and began to tidy around you as not to arouse suspicion as you knew you were blushing a little bit. You could see his eyes following you as he smiled softly though and the next time you looked his way you shared a soft giggle.

It was around an hour later when the last guests started to leave. Only Mason, Lewis and your parents remaining as you tidied up the last few plates but Gee was eager to play with her presents so you all sat In the living room

‘Hey, Gee? You wanna come get the surprise with me?’ Mason asked quietly as he sat with her on the floor. She was currently dressed in the vet dressing up set one of her little friends had gotten her as she gave her Gem a check up but with an excited giggle, Mason led her to the back room where she emerged moments later with a bag almost as big as her.

‘What’s this?’ You laughed. Taking it from her before she fell but as soon as you spotted the red box you knew what was going on.

‘Fank you for birfday mumma’ she laughed, clapping her hands as you took the box out of the bag.

‘That’s okay baby’ you beamed. Kissing her cheek as she pulled you in for a hug but soon enough she sat next to you in anticipation. Your eyes flying up to Masons immediately who sent you a quick wink and you dived back in to pull out the green Nikes that matched Gee’s and Masons. ‘Really Mase?’ You laughed but he just shrugged.

‘What? Can’t have you feeling left out can we’ he joked. ‘Are they okay?’

‘They’re perfect, thank you’

‘Thats okay’ he beamed. ‘I got you a little something else actually, come with me?’ he asked as he held his hand out to help pull you up and you practically ignored everyone else as you followed him into your kitchen.

You spotted it straight away. Sitting in your windowsill proudly in a new pot and your heart was hammering in your ears at the sight of it.

‘Is that an orchid?’

‘Yeah, I don’t know what happened to yours but I saw it was missing the other day so I replaced it’ he told you proudly and you felt your eyes sting.

‘Oh Mase’ you pouted. ‘I accidentally killed the other one’

‘Oh’ he laughed. Wrapping an arm around you so he could pull you flush against him and once he had you hid yourself on his shoulder. Feeling his lips on to crown of your head as he peppered small kisses there and the action made you hold him even tighter. ‘Consider this a second chance then’

Thats all you were asking for, all you needed from him.

A second chance.

To tell him how you really felt now. That he was your one and that you were sorry you never saw it sooner and if he let you, you’d make him so so happy.

You were just praying that moment would come for you soon.

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heyy can you write something about megumi x fem reader who’s struggling with social anxiety and he’s the only who understands her and tries to help her even if he’s really introverted, something really fluff and a bit romantic. thank u so muchhh

ᨳ A SAFE HARBOR : MEG. FUSHIGURO!

megumi fushiguro . . . after the Goodwill Event, Satoru Gojo takes his students to a festival near Shibuya. Overwhelmed by social anxiety amidst the bustling crowd, lucky for you Megumi was there to help.

The vibrant lights of the festival cast a warm glow over the bustling streets, and the sounds of laughter, chatter, and music filled the air. Colorful stalls lined the paths, offering an array of delicious foods, games, and trinkets. Among the crowd were students from Jujutsu High, led by their ever-enthusiastic teacher, Satoru Gojo.

As you arrived at the festival with your classmates, your heart began to beat faster. The sheer number of people, the overwhelming noise, and the constant motion were almost too much to handle. You felt a lump form in your throat as you took in the scene, your anxiety rising with every step.

Gojo, noticing your hesitation, gave you a reassuring smile. “Alright, everyone! Let's stick together and have some fun!” he announced, his voice carrying over the noise. His enthusiasm was infectious, but it did little to quell the storm brewing inside you. “But remember, if anyone needs a break, just let me know.”

You clutched the strap of your bag tightly, trying to ground yourself. The vibrant colors and enticing aromas that should have been exciting only added to your sensory overload. Your breathing became shallow, and you fought to keep your composure.

Gojo's tall figure led the group through the crowd, his white hair and blindfold making him easy to spot. Around you, your classmates seemed to be enjoying themselves, their laughter and chatter blending into the chaotic symphony of the festival. You tried to stay close to them, hoping their presence would offer some comfort, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your anxiety at bay.

As you all made your way to the long path of stalls, the lively bickering among your friends provided a welcome distraction from your anxiety. Maki, Panda, Toge, Nobara, and Yuji were engaged in a spirited debate about the festival attractions. Maki, always direct, started. “All right, let’s be real. The games here are rigged. You'd have better luck getting a date with Gojo than winning one of those giant stuffed animals.”

Panda chuckled, “Come on, Maki. They're not all rigged. You just have to know the tricks. Right, Toge?” Its fluffy arm nudges the much shorter boy besides, almost knocking the boy over. Toge, always the man of few words, simply nodded and said, “Salmon.”

Yuji, ever the optimist, wasn't convinced. “I don't know, Maki. I think with enough tries, anyone can win. I’m definitely getting one of those giant bears tonight.” Nobara snorted hearing the optimism lingering in Yuji's voice. “Yuji, you couldn’t win a goldfish in a barrel. Let alone a giant stuffed bear. You’re just gonna waste all your money,” she laughed while rolling her eyes, clearly dismissing the Sukuna's vessel nonchalantly.

Yuji pouted. “That’s not fair! Besides, I'm not the only one who wants to try the games. Right, Toge?” Toge grinned and gave a thumbs-up, “Tuna mayo.” The poor boy is only doing something his friends want to hear, and can't be bothered by his friends' nonsense. Maki crossed her arms. “Fine, but when you all lose, don’t come crying to me. I’ll be over at the food stalls, getting something actually worth my time.”

Panda’s eyes lit up, “Speaking of food, did you guys hear about the teriyaki stall? They have a special filling tonight. We have to check it out.” Nobara perked up on the other hand. “Taiyaki?” She asked, sounding interested, “Now that sounds worth it. We can hit the food stalls and then laugh at Yuji trying to win something.” Yuji grumbled, his brown irises rolling in annoyed, “Hey, I’m standing right here, you know.” Maki glanced at the pink-haired boy, a smirk visible on his lips, “We know, Yuji. That’s what makes it so fun.”

Megumi listened to his classmates' spirited conversation about the rigged games and the allure of food. He remained silent, watching the back-and-forth banter between Yuji and Maki, Toge and Panda, and Nobara with mild amusement as the conversation turned to the festival attractions, he remained silent, taking in their different opinions and ideas.

But his mind wasn’t solely focused on their words. He was keenly aware of you standing nearby, the tension in your body language not going unnoticed by him. He noted your evident anxiety, your grip on your bag, and your shallow breathing. Despite his usual nonchalant demeanor, he couldn’t help but worry about you.

He continued to observe you from the corner of his eye as the group continued down the long path of stalls, not quite ready to speak up just yet. Megumi knew that you were likely struggling to keep it together. He felt a pang of concern and wanted to ask if you were alright, but he also knew that drawing attention to your anxiety might only make it worse.

Maki raised an eyebrow, her competitive spirit ignited by the challenge. “Oh, you think you've got me figured out, huh? Well, alright, I'm game. What's the wager, my dear friend?” Panda chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “How about this, Maki? If you manage to win one of those giant stuffed animals, we'll treat you to a whole day of pampering. Massages, facials, the works!”

Nobara chuckled, adding her own twist to the wager. “But, if you fail to conquer the games, you'll have to wear a ridiculous costume of our choosing for the rest of the festival. And trust me, Maki, we've got some seriously outrageous ideas up our sleeves, right, y/n?” You flinched slightly at the unexpected weight of Nobara's arm around yours, but you managed to keep your reaction minimal.

“Um... I guess so,” you mumbled, not really feeling up to the idea of making a wager yourself. As Nobara's arm looped around yours, you could feel your heart racing. You tried to maintain your composure, forcing a shaky smile in response to her question.

Megumi noticed your lack of enthusiasm and the way you shrank slightly under Nobara's arm. He remained quiet, still observing you with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Maki's competitive grin widened. “You're on, my friends! Prepare to witness greatness as I conquer those rigged games with style. And just remember, when I emerge victorious, your wallets will feel the sting of treating me like the queen that I am!”

Yuji, ever the peacemaker, interjected with a laugh. “Hold on, guys! How about we make it more interesting? If Maki wins, we'll also have to carry all her winnings for the rest of the festival. And if she loses, she'll treat us to a feast at the fanciest restaurant in town!” Toge, breaking his silence, gave a sly nod of agreement. “Octopus dumplings.”

Maki's eyes sparkled with determination. “Deal! Get ready to witness the triumph of the century. I'll show you all what it means to have luck and skill on your side!” And with that, the group set off towards the games, anticipation hanging in the air as they prepared for a friendly battle of wits, luck, and plenty of laughter along the way.

As the group made their way through the crowd towards the game stalls, the conversation continued. Yuji was excitedly discussing food, while Maki bragged about her gaming skills. Megumi remained largely silent, listening more than he spoke, his focus partly on you. He observed the way your shoulders tensed as the noise continued to grow louder. He noticed the way your eyes darted around the crowd, taking in the sights, sounds, and people all around you.

As the group made their way towards the games, you couldn't help but feel even more anxious. The thought of participating in the friendly competition did not appeal to you at all. You tried to maintain your composure, but the sight of the various game stalls and the increasing noise of the crowd were making it difficult to keep your anxiety at bay.

Megumi walked silently beside you, occasionally glancing at you, his expression still calm and neutral. He could sense your discomfort and unease, which was only heightened by the boisterous banter and challenges among your classmates.

“Fushiguro, lend me a hand in bringing Maki down! I can't let her waste my hard-earned cash on this ridiculous game!” Yuji called out to his spike-haired comrade. Megumi, however, politely declined. “I'll pass, I need to grab something from Gojo-sensei,” he said, turning his attention towards you. “Y/n, would you like to come with me? I don't think I can handle it on my own,” he asked, his expression calm and reassuring.

You tilted your head, a mix of confusion and concern evident on your face as you looked up at Megumi. His tranquil blue eyes conveyed a sense of reassurance, making you believe that everything would be alright. “Y-yeah,” you stammered, nodding in agreement. Without waiting for a response from his friends, Megumi took your hand in his and held it tightly, gently leading you away from the bustling crowd.

Megumi's grip on your hand was firm yet gentle as he led you through the maze of the festival. It was a subtle gesture of comfort and reassurance, something you desperately needed in the midst of the overwhelming noises and sights. He guided you away from the boisterous group, his presence seemed to create a small bubble of calm around you.

As you walked, your gaze remained fixed on the ground, consciously avoiding eye contact and occasionally bumping into people. Struggling to keep up with Megumi's pace, you desperately tried to match his stride. You walked, Megumi's eyes glanced repeatedly at you, noting your downcast gaze and the way you kept your distance from him. It was obvious to anyone that you were struggling to cope with the overstimulation around you. As you stumbled slightly, clearly straining to keep up with his pace, Megumi made a decision to pull you closer to himself.

“Come here,” Megumi murmured softly, his arm slipping around your waist and pulling you closer until your chest lightly brushed against his side. He looked down at you with a gentle gaze . . soft even, he could sense the anxiety welling up within you. concerned about your well-being. “Is this alright for you?” he asked, concern lacing his words.

You swallowed hard, attempting to contain your anxiety and nervousness, as they threatened to escape their confines. With a quiet nod, you whispered, “Yeah,” and mustered the courage to look up at him. “I'll stay close, okay?” Once again, you nodded, your hand clutching a handful of his uniform as he resumed his walk, enveloping you under his protective arm.

Megumi's protective arm and strong frame brought a sense of security to you. The contact felt unfamiliar yet simultaneously soothing, especially considering he was not one for physical displays of affection. He could see your anxiety and unease written all over your face, but he remained calm and composed.

As he walked, he instinctively adjusted his pace and gait, syncing them with yours to match your strides. He observed you from the corner of his eyes, making sure you weren't overwhelmed by the environment around you. Megumi observed you closely, noticing the way your eyes darted back and forth, avoiding direct contact. Your body seemed tense, almost as if it was prepared to flee at any moment. He could feel the tightness in your muscles through the sleeve of his uniform.

He walked slowly, making sure to match your pace and occasionally checking on you from the corner of his eyes. The further you moved away from the lively commotion, the more relaxed you seemed to feel, and the vice-like grip you had on his uniform softened slightly. “Are you... okay?” he asked again, his voice a low murmur meant for your ears only. His hand gently squeezed your waist, a subtle gesture of reassurance.

As Megumi's voice cut through the low hum of the festival, you looked up at him, your eyes slightly wider than usual. The subtle squeeze of your waist startled you, and you took a moment to let your mind register his question. You couldn't help but feel a pang of vulnerability. Your heart fluttered for a moment, but you quickly composed yourself and nodded. “Y-yeah,” you whispered, still holding onto his uniform.

Once you both escaped the clamor of the bustling festival, Megumi guided you to a bench nestled beside a majestic tree, offering a breathtaking view of the city below. His gentle gaze remained fixed on you as he asked, “Will you wait for me?” He made it clear that he wouldn't leave unless you wanted him to. However, you nodded in reassurance, prompting him to nod as well before he slowly departed, leaving you to enjoy a moment of solitude.

You released a sigh of relief, your eyes soaking in the sight of the cityscape, where soft flickering lights danced in the distance. The gentle breeze caressed your face and swayed your hair, creating a serene atmosphere. As you relished in the momentary solitude, your heart rate gradually eased, and the tightness in your chest slightly lifted. Before long, Megumi returned, clutching a bottle of water in one hand and a handful of candies in the other, your eyes darted to the sight of him. He settled next to you, his presence bringing a sense of comfort. “Here, have this,” he said, settling down beside you and offering the water first.

You accepted the water bottle, still trying to regain your composure. As you took a sip, the refreshing liquid helped to soothe your parched throat and clear your head. You glanced at Megumi, noticing the candy in his other hand. “What are the candies for?” you asked, your voice a bit raspy from the anxiety-induced dryness in your mouth.

Megumi's expression faltered, his face reflecting a mix of confusion and uncertainty. “I... I don't know,“ he murmured, shaking his head with a small chuckle as you joined in. “But here,” he continued, offering you the candy, “I think this might make you feel better.”

You couldn't help a small smile as you noticed the slight confusion on his face. It was out of character for him to do something without a clear reason, and the fact that he admitted he didn't know why he bought the candies struck you as endearing.

Taking the candy from his hand, you examined it for a moment before popping it into your mouth. The sweetness of the candy combined with the gesture of his thoughtfulness made you feel more relaxed than before. “Thanks, Megumi,” you said quietly, grateful for his thoughtfulness. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

Megumi's stoic facade softened at your words. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and a slight tinge of pink dusted his cheeks. “You don't need to thank me,” he replied, his voice gentle. “I just... I want you to feel better. It doesn't sit right with me when you're...” He hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “When you're not okay.”

“Beside..” he mumbled, a hint of teasing in his voice. “I can't have you being anxious the entire night. It wouldn't be much of a festival then, would it?” You chuckled softly, feeling some of the tension ease out of your body. His attempt at humor, subtle as it was, was appreciated. “You're right,” you said, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. “I suppose I wouldn't be the best company if I was constantly on edge the entire night.” His hand instinctively reached for yours, his fingers intertwining with yours unconsciously.

You looked at his hand intertwined with yours, the physical contact feeling comforting and reassuring. a small smile forming on your lips. “I promise I'll try not to let my anxiety ruin the night.” Megumi's voice softened as he gently protested, his hand reaching out to pull you closer by your shoulder until there was no distance left between you two. “Hey, don't say that,” he murmured, his touch warm and comforting. “You know it's not your fault. It's not something you can control.”

His large hands moved up and down your arm in a soothing gesture, offering reassurance and support. In his embrace, you could feel his genuine care and understanding, a sense of safety enveloping you. Megumi's presence was a comforting balm, reminding you that you were not alone in your struggles.

Your heart skipped a beat as he pulled you closer, bringing you flush against his side. The sudden closeness caught you off guard, but his soothing touch on your arm made you feel more at ease. His words, spoken with a firm yet soothing tone, assured you that he didn't blame you for your anxiety. You felt the heat rising in your cheeks, and you swallowed, trying to find your voice. “I know,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. “I know I can't help it, but I still can't help feeling frustrated, you know?“ His large hands continued to gently move up and down your arm, each stroke a silent reassurance.

You leaned closer into him, feeling his strength and warmth emanating through the contact. The gentle rhythm of his hand moving up and down on your arm was grounding, helping to ease your racing thoughts and quell the butterflies in your stomach.

Megumi's expression softened as he listened to your words. His hand gently moved from your arm to your waist, pulling you even closer to him. He gave you a small, encouraging squeeze, his gaze never leaving your face. “I know it's frustrating,” he said, his voice soothing and comforting. “But you don't have to carry the burden of feeling guilty. It's not your fault, and the fact that you're trying is more than enough.” His hand continued to move in slow, gentle circles on your waist, the contact providing a sense of grounding comfort.

As Megumi's words sank in, a wave of relief washed over you. His reassurance and understanding were like a soothing balm to your anxiety-stricken mind. You couldn't help but lean a little bit closer to him, seeking more of the comfort he was offering. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice softer than before. “For understanding. For being so . . accepting.” His hand on your waist resumed its gentle rubbing, a silent reassurance that he was there, present and supportive.

Megumi's grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly at your words, his gaze softening even further. The small action spoke volumes, conveying a silent message of reassurance and support. “You don't have to thank me for that,” he muttered, his voice gentle yet firm. “It's the least I can do.”

He shifted, bringing himself closer to you, closing any remaining distance between your bodies. The familiar scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body against yours were grounding, pulling you further from your anxious thoughts.

A peaceful silence settled between the two of you as you both admired the sprawling cityscape before you. Your eyes momentarily drifted down to your hands, intertwined and resting gently on Megumi's thigh. You could feel the comforting sensation of his thumb caressing your hand, creating a tender connection between you.

A playful smile danced across your lips as you glanced up at Megumi, teasingly remarking, “You seem awfully touchy tonight.” Your gaze met his, curiosity sparkling in your eyes, eager to hear his response.

Megumi's hand stilled on yours, paused mid-motion. For a brief moment, he was taken aback by your comment. His facial expression betrayed a hint of surprise, but it was quickly masked with a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Megumi's head tilted slightly to the head. His hand, still intertwined with yours, still on his thigh, gave a playful squeeze.

“Touchy, huh?” he retorted, his voice laced with a teasing tone. He shifted his position slightly, angling himself to face you more directly. “Is that a complaint?” His thumb continued to caress the back of your hand, the gentle touch simultaneously comforting and electrifying. You tilted your head, a sly grin forming on your lips. “A complaint? Hardly. If I wanted to complain, you'd know. Consider this a friendly reminder to keep up the good work.”

You gently squeezed his hand back, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “But hey, if you need reassurance, I can always provide some pointers.”

Megumi's smirk widened into a genuine smile at your playful response. The banter between you felt natural and comfortable, the ease of conversation a testament to the years of friendship and familiarity that lay between you. “Oh, is that so?” he replied, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. “And here I thought I was doing just fine on my own.” He shifted again, his grip on your hand tightening ever so lightly, his thumb still caressing your skin in slow, soothing circles. “But... I suppose I could always use some pointers from an expert like yourself.”

You arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. “An expert, huh? Well, it's good to see you finally recognizing talent when you see it.” You leaned in slightly, your voice taking on a playful tone. “But don't worry, Megumi. With my guidance, you'll be a pro in no time.” You gave his hand a playful squeeze. “Just try to keep up, alright?”

Megumi chuckled, his expression a mix of amusement and challenge. “Oh, I'll keep up, alright,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of determination. He matched your lean, bringing his face slightly closer to yours. His gaze dropped to your intertwined hands for a moment before returning to your eyes, a spark of playful rivalry lighting his gaze. “You better be prepared to put your money where your mouth is,” he teased, his grip on your hand tightening almost imperceptibly.

[vminizzle]

Stay quiet for me

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluffy tones?

warnings : pet names, swearing, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slapping (once)

words count : 0.9k

A/N : hi hi everyone, I hope y’all doing good. Here’s a little something to thank y’all for your support on my recent fics and for the 100 followers!! love y’all. My english still sucks but aye let’s go! (also I want to precise that I’m a new writer I’m not experienced, I’ll try to do better for the upcoming fics *sigh*)

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED ♡

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“fuck, go faster.” Jungkook said as he gripped your hips tighter. You could tell that you were going to have bruises later by the way his fingers were buried into the soft flesh. You were trying the best you could to make the both of you reach your high.

His hard-on was filling you up deliciously, so deep, it felt too good. You could feel every inch of him as you moved up and down on him. His hair was sticked on his forehead, sweat covering your bodies .

Your loud moans escaping from your lips as Jungkook gripped your neck connecting his beautiful lips on the abused skin. Sucking softly, tongue caressing the marks he left, making you whimper at the sensitive stimulation. You were so close to finishing when you heard Jungkook’s phone rang. He cursed before sighing, dropping his head on your shoulder. It was late at night who could it be, you wondered.

He grabbed his phone to check who it was making you stop curiously. Jungkook moved his hand to slap your ass lightly “don’t stop baby” he groaned. He bucked his hips suddenly making you lost your balance. “Jungkook” you moaned. Your thighs were so sore, it’s been more than 15 minutes since you started riding him. “it h-hurts babe” you sobbed softly.

"Yoongi is calling, stay quiet for me, you can do that for me love, huh?” he caressed your cheek making you close your eyes nodding at him softly “ that’s my girl” he pecked your lips. 

Before Jungkook picked up the call, he lifted your body laying you gently on the bed considered all the efforts you did. He looked into your eyes to make sure everything was alright for you.

He grabbed his phone, picking up Yoongi’s call, putting it on speaker “wassup dude! sorry I know it’s late but I was wondering if you’re ok if I modify my verse in our last demo. I want to exchange some parts with Jimin. So I could see which one is better” you listened to the deep voice echoing through the room. It was Taehyung…

Jungkook looked at you with an emotionless face, you were about to laugh when he hit your g-spot with a particular hard thrust. You bit your lip trying to block the noises threatening to escape as he smirked at your reaction.

"bro you here?” Taehyung asked “yea yea I’m here. Why do you have Yoongi’s phone ? And yea I think it c-can work. Make sure to not- shit-” He groaned louder than he would had think.

“man, you good?” Taehyung asked confused.

“yes! yes!” Jungkook replied.

“hmm, so yea. I’m with Yoongi that’s why I have his phone, mine’s dead. Don’t worry  I’ll be careful not to modify too much since we really liked how it sounded and all. Yoongi is with us so everything will be fine” Taehyung started blabbing while Jungkook tried his best to hit the places he knows that could make you scream his name.

His friend long forgotten when you gripped his long black locks, pulling him in a passionate kiss. He put his hand on your cheek as he kept devouring your lips.

“Kook? can you hear m-” 

“yea yea, I-I  trust you” Jungkook replied out of breath.

“sorry if i disturbed you this late, thank y-” Taehyung started apologizing.

“It’s o-ok, bye!” Jungkook ended the call, throwing his phone away. 

He grabbed your left thigh, lifting it up a little higher so he could hit deeper “f-fuck, you feel so good”. He was getting near, you knew it. You scrached his back as he left little kisses on your chest “Jungkook go faster please”.

He bit his lips as he gripped onto the headboard with one hand for support. You threw your head back into the pillow, the pleasure building in your stomach getting too much. You looked up at him, his hair practically wet, muscles contracting every time he made a move, his lips red from all the biting and kisses, his eyes rolling to the back of his head .

This view made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The bed kept on hitting the wall repeatedly “fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you sobbed.

Jungkook lowered himself to put his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath “me too!”.

You both moaned as your walls started tightening around him uncontrollably. You grabbed the sheet tightly as you came, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his bicep. He continued thrusting into you to help you ride your high as you pulled on his hair “please cum inside me baby please”. He could only moan at your words. He held your hips as he cummed inside you immediately your words exciting him more than you thought. 

The warm liquid filled you up to the brim, some flowing on the bed sheet. “damn” he cursed watching his cum dripping out of you “you’re so hot”.

You laughed pulling him down on you “let’s stay like this for a while please?” you asked shyly.

“you want me to stay inside?” he looked up at you curious as you nod caressing his cheek, your other hand running up and down his scratched back. He kissed you neck whispering an “I love you y/n” before cuddling you. “I love you Jungkook” you kissed the top of his head.

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“guys is it just me or he seemed weird? like sick?” Taehyung asked a bit lost. 

“nah. boy was getting laid” Yoongi said smirking making Jimin laugh loudly his head falling on Taehyung’s shoulder as he clap his hands. 

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A/N : sorry I had to make a little Vmin appearance hehe ,, ♡ I hope you guys liked it :) thank you for your support!

[moonselune]

My app crashed the first time I tried to ask this, so if you have 1/3 of an ask like this somewhere in your inbox Im sorry! I was hoping to request the lady companions reactions to realizing Tav is some sort of night creature after they repeatedly become agitated around large amounts of blood. Blown pupils, shallow breathing, restless hands and some grinding of the teeth. Tav confesses to being a Dhampir, born of a vampire and a human, they also confess that they havent drank blood since they were a child who knew no better. Please and as always, Thank you!!

yes i love this i love playing around with different dnd races

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Karlach:

The two of you were sparring as you always did, the rhythmic clashing of your weapons echoing through the camp. Karlach was laughing, her bright eyes lit with joy and her wild hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. You loved seeing her like this—free, vibrant, full of life. It was a stark contrast to the horrors you’d both endured, and it made every moment with her that much sweeter.

But in the heat of the moment, she misjudged a step, stumbling over an uneven patch of ground, and her axe slipped from her grasp. She tried to catch herself, but her momentum carried her forward, and she ended up scraping her arm against the rough stone. A hiss of pain escaped her lips, and you instantly dropped your weapon, moving to her side.

“Karlach, are you alright?” you asked, concern flooding your voice.

“It’s nothing, just a scratch,” she reassured you, but the scent of her blood was already hanging heavy in the air, coppery and warm. And something inside you twisted, pulled tight, then snapped.

You tried to swallow, but your throat was dry. Your breathing grew ragged, your pupils dilating, and a desperate hunger began clawing its way to the surface. You took a step back, your hand shaking as you reached up to cover your mouth, feeling your teeth grind together in an attempt to suppress the urge.

You wanted to turn away, to run, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the crimson trickling down Karlach’s arm. It was all you could focus on, the world narrowing to that single line of blood.

Karlach frowned, concern etched on her features as she took a step closer.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Why do you look so…?” Her voice trailed off as realization dawned, her eyes widening. “You’re… you’re shaking. Why?”

You closed your eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was slipping.

“Karlach, I… I need to tell you something,” you whispered, voice barely more than a rasp. “Something I should have told you a long time ago.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving your face. “I’m listening.”

You took a shuddering breath, feeling your heart hammering in your chest as you forced the words out.

“I’m a Dhampir. Born of a vampire and a human. It means I have their hunger… their craving for blood. And I—" You struggled to find the words, shame burning in your chest. “I haven’t fed since I was a child. Since I didn’t know any better.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, terrified of what you might see. Would she be disgusted? Afraid? You’d always feared this moment, the truth unraveling everything you’d built together.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Karlach’s voice was soft, gentle, not the angry or fearful tone you’d been expecting. You dared to glance up, and you were met with eyes that were filled not with judgment but with understanding.

“I… I didn’t want you to see me as a monster. I thought if I could just keep it hidden, I’d be fine. But your blood, Karlach… I’m sorry. It’s so hard to control sometimes.”

She took another step closer, and you flinched, expecting her to pull away. Instead, she cupped your face with her hand, her thumb brushing over your cheek.

“You’re not a monster. You’re my love,” she said firmly, her eyes never wavering from yours. “You’ve kept this part of yourself hidden for so long… You must have been so scared.”

“I was,” you admitted, voice cracking. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Least of all, you.”

Karlach let out a breathy laugh, the kind that made her shoulders shake just a little.

“Babe, you think a little blood is gonna scare me off?” She tilted your chin up so you’d look her in the eyes. “I’ve seen things, terrible things, things that would make most people turn tail and run. But I’m still here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You couldn’t hold back the tears that slipped down your cheeks, the relief so overwhelming it made your knees weak. “But… what if I can’t control it?”

She pulled you into her arms, her grip strong and steady, the warmth of her body grounding you in the moment.

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” she whispered into your hair. “If you need blood, you’ll have mine. I’m tougher than I look.”

You pulled back, searching her eyes, trying to find any hint of hesitation, but there was none. All you saw was love, fierce and unyielding, the kind of love that would go to war for you. “You mean that?”

“With all my heart,” she said, pressing her forehead to yours. “But let’s take it one step at a time, alright?”

You nodded, the weight of your confession lifting as Karlach held you close, her heartbeat steady and strong against your own. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“No, thank you,” she murmured back, her lips brushing against your temple. “For trusting me enough to let me see all of you. Even the parts you thought were unlovable.”

And as you stood there, wrapped in her warmth, the hunger still gnawing at the edges of your mind, you felt a little less alone, a little less monstrous.

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Minthara:

The night was quiet, save for the crackling fire that threw flickering shadows against the stone walls of your tent. You sat across from Minthara, your lover, your gaze lingering on her as she spoke of her recent skirmish. The way her lips moved, the subtle arch of her brow, the power in her voice—every detail captivated you, made your heart pound with a mix of desire and anxiety.

But tonight, it wasn't the usual flutter of longing. Tonight, something else simmered beneath the surface, something primal, something you'd suppressed for so many years. You tried to keep it hidden, tried to maintain control, but you could feel the way your breath hitched, the way your pupils dilated until your eyes were nearly black. Your fingers twitched, restless, aching to grab onto something—anything—to steady yourself. Your teeth ground together, an old habit you'd picked up long ago, back when you first realized the hunger inside you would never fully go away.

Minthara noticed, of course. She always did. Her sharp eyes narrowed as she took in your restless movements, the tension in your posture, and without hesitation, she closed the distance between you.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice soft but firm. "What has you so agitated?"

You swallowed hard, feeling the sharp edges of your fangs brushing against your lower lip. You had kept this secret for so long, terrified of what it might mean, of what she might think. But the need had grown too strong, the yearning too unbearable. It was time to tell her the truth, no matter the consequences.

"I'm a Dhampir," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it aloud would somehow make it more real. "Born from a union between a vampire and a human."

Her eyes widened, the golden light of the fire dancing in her gaze. She didn't say anything, didn't move, just stared at you with that intensity she always had, the one that made you feel like she was peeling back every layer of you, seeing every hidden part.

You took a shaky breath, pushing forward before you could lose your nerve.

"I haven't fed on blood since I was a child. I didn’t know any better then, and when I realized what I was, I swore I wouldn’t indulge that side of me." You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms. "But lately… it's getting harder to control. Especially around you."

The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy, until finally, Minthara moved. Her hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a vice-like grip, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.

"You haven't fed since you were a child?" she repeated, her voice low and dangerous, tinged with disbelief. "Why?"

You flinched, half-expecting her to recoil in disgust or horror, but she only tightened her grip, pulling you closer until you could feel her breath against your skin.

"Because I didn’t want to become like them," you whispered, the fear and shame you'd carried for so long spilling out with each word. "I didn’t want to be a monster."

Her other hand came up to your chin, tilting your head until you were forced to meet her gaze. There was no fear in her eyes, no revulsion—only a fierce protectiveness and a touch of sadness.

"You are not a monster," she said, her voice like velvet, rich and commanding. "You are my love, and you have been starving yourself out of some misguided sense of control."

You blinked, stunned, as she released your wrist and shifted closer, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, the curve of your lips.

"This hunger is a part of you," she murmured, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "It is not something to fear or suppress. It is simply… you."

You shuddered, your body trembling with a mix of relief and yearning as her words sank in.

"I don’t want to hurt you," you confessed, your voice breaking. "I don’t want to hurt anyone."

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, fierce and full of pride.

"You won’t," she assured you. "Because I will not allow it." She leaned in, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You say you haven’t fed since you were a child? Then it is high time you do so."

You pulled back, staring at her in disbelief. "Minthara, I can’t—"

"You can," she interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. She pulled out her dagger, her eyes never leaving yours, and cut down on her wrist, hard, until blood welled up around the wound. She held it out to you, the rich, coppery scent filling the air, making your mouth water. "Take it."

You stared at her, your resolve crumbling, the hunger gnawing at your insides, demanding you accept her offer.

"I don’t want to hurt you," you whispered again, but it was weaker this time, less convincing. Minthara rolled her eyes, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"You could never hurt me, my love. But if you won’t take from me," she continued, her voice growing serious, "I will go out and find someone else for you. Someone willing. You will not starve yourself any longer. Not while I’m here."

You swallowed hard, your throat dry as you watched the blood drip from her wrist, each drop like a drumbeat in your ears. Your eyes flicked up to meet hers, and you saw nothing but determination, nothing but love. Slowly, tentatively, you took her offered wrist in your hands, feeling the warmth of her skin, the steady pulse of her heartbeat beneath your fingers.

She watched you, her gaze steady and unyielding, and you knew this was her choice. That she wanted to do this for you, to share this with you. And that thought, more than anything else, gave you the courage to finally give in.

You brought her wrist to your lips, hesitating for only a moment before you let your fangs sink into her flesh, a soft gasp escaping her as you began to drink. The taste of her blood was rich and warm, flooding your senses, and you couldn’t help the low moan that escaped your throat, the hunger that had been clawing at you for so long finally, blissfully, sated.

Minthara’s free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer, her voice low and breathless.

"That’s it," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. "Take what you need."

You did. You drank deeply, your body trembling with the sheer intensity of the experience, with the feeling of being accepted, of being loved despite the darkness within you. When you finally pulled away, panting, blood smeared across your lips, Minthara leaned in, her forehead resting against yours, her own breath ragged.

"Never again," she whispered, her voice fierce and commanding. "You will never deny yourself again. Do you understand?"

You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close.

"I understand," you whispered back, the words a promise, a vow. "I understand."

And for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace.

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Lae'zel:

The two of you had been sparring in the training grounds, blades flashing in the late afternoon sun. It was a familiar dance, one that you and Lae'zel had perfected over the months spent together. You moved with precision, and she moved with ferocity—both of you pushing each other to the limits. Her strength always thrilled you, the way her muscles tensed and flexed, the way she seemed so utterly in control of herself and her surroundings.

But in one particularly fierce exchange, Lae'zel miscalculated her step. Your sword deflected hers with more force than either of you anticipated, and the tip nicked the exposed skin of her arm. It was just a shallow cut, nothing serious, but enough to draw blood. You saw it first—red against her pale green skin, slowly trickling down her forearm—and your breath hitched.

The scent hit you next, thick and coppery, more intoxicating than any wine. Your vision swam for a moment, and you blinked hard, trying to clear it. But it was no use. You could feel it, that terrible, gnawing hunger clawing its way up your throat, something deep within you that you had buried so long ago, now rising to the surface.

You staggered back, desperately trying to gain control, but your eyes wouldn’t leave the crimson stain on her arm.

“Lae’zel,” you rasped, your voice hoarse, “you’re bleeding.”

Lae’zel glanced down at her arm with a mild annoyance, lifting it to inspect the wound.

“Tch. It is nothing,” she said dismissively, but her eyes flicked to you, and her expression shifted. “You… you look unwell.”

You shook your head, but you couldn’t hide the way your pupils had blown wide, the way your hands trembled. You swallowed hard, fighting the urge to lick your lips. “Lae’zel, I… I need to tell you something.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head to the side. “Then speak, lover. This is no time for riddles.”

You drew in a shuddering breath. “I’m a Dhampir, Lae’zel. Born of a vampire and a human.” You hesitated, watching for her reaction, but she remained impassive, waiting for you to continue. “I haven’t fed on blood since I was a child, when I didn’t know any better. I’ve kept this part of myself hidden because I never wanted to… to hurt anyone.”

The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze, fearing what you might find there. You waited for the disgust, the anger, the rejection. Instead, you heard a snort—a familiar, almost amused sound that made you look up in surprise.

“You are a fool,” Lae’zel said, her tone bordering on exasperation. “This is what causes you such distress?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

She rolled her eyes, stepping forward as if this was the most mundane revelation she’d ever heard.

“You require blood to survive. You are not the first creature to do so. This is no great tragedy.” She gestured dismissively, as if brushing aside the very notion of your confession. “I shall find you blood. There are plenty who would willingly give it, or I will hunt down something suitable.”

“You’re… you’re not horrified?” you asked, still reeling from her reaction.

“Horrified?” Lae’zel barked out a short, harsh laugh. “If anything, I am irritated that you have denied yourself what you need. You are my mate, my partner. How do you expect to fight, to survive, if you are constantly battling against your own nature?” She shook her head, as if the answer were so painfully obvious. “This is no issue. It is simply another part of you. A part that I will care for, as I do all others.”

You stared at her, unable to process her nonchalance, the way she dismissed what you’d thought would be an insurmountable obstacle. “You… you really don’t mind?”

Lae’zel stepped closer, her fingers reaching out to tilt your chin up so you had no choice but to meet her eyes. There was no fear there, no revulsion. Just that fierce, unyielding strength that you had always admired. “I have chosen you, and I do not choose lightly. If blood is what you need, then blood is what you shall have. This changes nothing.”

You felt the tension drain out of you, the fear and the shame you’d carried for so long melting away in the face of her acceptance.

“Thank you,” you whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t… I didn’t know how you’d react.”

“You underestimate me,” she said, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “But do not do so again.” Her eyes flicked to the wound on her arm, and she held it up to you, the blood still fresh. “Take it,” she commanded.

You recoiled instinctively, shaking your head. “No, I can’t—”

“Take it,” Lae’zel repeated, more forcefully this time. “You have denied yourself long enough. Now, drink.”

Trembling, you reached out, your fingers brushing over her skin. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, she watched you with a steady gaze, as if daring you to defy her. And with a tentative breath, you leaned in, your lips pressing against the cut. The taste of her blood flooded your senses—rich, warm, and overwhelmingly powerful. It made your entire body shiver, a sensation so intense it left you breathless.

Lae’zel’s fingers tightened in your hair, holding you there as you drank, her voice a low, commanding growl. “Good. Now you will not suffer.”

You pulled back, licking your lips, feeling more alive, more whole than you had in years. “You’re… you’re not going to lecture me, are you?”

She snorted again, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “No. But the next time you feel this hunger, you will come to me. I will not have my mate weakened by foolish pride.”

You nodded, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “Thank you, Lae’zel. For everything.”

She cupped your face with both hands, her touch surprisingly gentle.

“Do not thank me,” she said, pressing her forehead against yours. “Simply remember this: you are mine, and I do not tolerate weakness. Together, we will ensure you remain strong. Always.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, leaning into her touch, feeling the warmth of her skin against your own.

“Always,” you whispered, and for the first time in a long while, you truly believed it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

The two of you had been exploring the outskirts of the forest, collecting herbs for potions and bandages. It was a simple, quiet day, one of those rare moments of peace that felt almost stolen amidst the chaos of the world. Shadowheart hummed softly to herself as she reached for a particularly stubborn plant, yanking it free with a bit too much force. The thorny stem nicked her finger, and a small bead of blood welled up, dark red against her pale skin.

You didn’t think much of it at first. It was a tiny cut, barely more than a scratch, but then the scent hit you—rich and metallic, filling the air in a way that made your head spin. You tried to turn away, to focus on anything else, but it was too late. The hunger that you had buried so deep, the hunger you had forced into submission for years, suddenly reared its head.

Your breathing quickened, your vision narrowed, and you felt your fangs ache in your mouth. The world seemed to blur around you, and all you could see was the crimson drop slowly sliding down Shadowheart’s finger. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms, desperate to regain control, but your body refused to listen.

Shadowheart looked up then, catching the way you trembled, the way your eyes were locked onto her bleeding finger.

“Are you alright?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

You tried to answer, but your throat felt dry, your mouth parched. You could only shake your head, forcing the words out one at a time. “Shadowheart, I… I need to tell you something.”

She stepped closer, the concern deepening. “What is it? You’re shaking.”

“I… I’m a Dhampir,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m half-vampire, half-human. Born from both. I haven’t… I haven’t tasted blood since I was a child. I swore I wouldn’t, that I’d never become what my bloodline demands.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. “You’re a…?” She trailed off, looking at you, then at her bleeding finger. “And my blood—”

“It’s setting me off,” you admitted, shame burning in your chest. “I’m sorry, I’ve tried so hard to keep it under control, but sometimes… sometimes it’s too much.” You clenched your fists tighter, nails cutting into your skin, trying to use the pain to ground yourself. “I didn’t want you to see this side of me.”

For a long moment, she said nothing, just staring at you. You braced yourself for her disgust, her rejection. But instead, a slow, wicked grin spread across her face, and she stepped even closer.

“You know,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry tone, “I’ve always found that sort of thing incredibly hot.”

You blinked, utterly taken aback. “What?”

Shadowheart shrugged, the grin still playing at her lips. “I mean, it’s not every day you find out your lover is a Dhampir, denying their primal instincts for your sake. It’s… well, it’s rather attractive, if I’m being honest.”

A laugh burst out of you before you could stop it, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. You, terrified of rejection, and here she was, turned on by it all.

“Are you serious?” you managed to say, still chuckling. “You’re actually… into this?”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, giving you a playful scowl. “Yes, I’m serious. Everyone is allowed their fantasies, you know. I happen to find this one quite intriguing.” She took your hand, lifting it to her lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “You should be glad I’m coming to you with it and not, say, Astarion. He’d never let you hear the end of it.”

You laughed again, the tension finally melting away. “You’re unbelievable,” you said, shaking your head. “Here I am, confessing the darkest part of myself, and you’re just… rolling with it.”

“Well, you did say you hadn’t fed since you were a child, didn’t you?” she pointed out, her tone teasing. “I’d say that makes you more disciplined than most. Besides, I trust you.”

“You trust me?” you echoed, the words sinking into your heart like a balm. “Even with this?”

“Especially with this,” she said, her expression softening. “I know you would never hurt me. Not like this.”

You felt a warmth spread through you, one that had nothing to do with bloodlust and everything to do with the woman standing before you.

“You’re something else, Shadowheart, my love,” you murmured, pulling her close, your forehead resting against hers. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” she whispered, her breath warm against your lips. “Just… next time, if you need it, if it gets to be too much… you come to me. I’ll be here.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you promised, and when she kissed you, it tasted sweeter than any blood ever could.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

The two of you had been on a routine mission, a simple patrol near the outskirts of your camp when Jaheira, your beloved, cut her arm on a jagged branch. It was a minor wound, barely a scratch by her standards, but as you watched the crimson streak of blood well up and slide down her tanned skin, something inside you stirred.

You fought against it, as you always did, tried to keep the hunger buried beneath layers of self-control. But your senses were sharper than they’d been in a long time, your body seemingly reacting on instinct. Your heart started to race, your breathing growing shallow, and your hands began to twitch with barely restrained need. Jaheira glanced up at you, arching an eyebrow.

"Are you alright, my love?" she asked, voice tinged with concern.

You struggled to respond, your mouth suddenly dry. "I… I need to tell you something, Jaheira," you finally managed, forcing the words out. “Something I’ve kept hidden for a long time.”

She looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of worry creeping into her features. “What is it?”

“I’m… a Dhampir,” you confessed, swallowing hard. “Half-vampire, half-human. Born of both.” You glanced down, unable to meet her gaze. “I haven’t fed on blood since I was a child. I’ve always fought against that part of myself.”

Jaheira stared at you for a long moment before she threw her head back and laughed—a loud, genuine sound that echoed through the forest.

“Oh, you’re good,” she said, still chuckling, “For a moment there, you almost had me believing you.”

You blinked, taken aback. “I’m serious, Jaheira.”

She snorted, shaking her head. “Sure you are. I’ve lived a long life, you know. I think I’d have noticed if my lover was a blood-sucking creature of the night.” She smirked, patting your cheek affectionately. “Next, you’ll tell me you’re secretly a dragon or that I’ve been harboring a Mindflayer in my bedroll.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. This was going to be more difficult than you’d thought.

“No, really,” you insisted, “I mean it. I can’t stand the sight of garlic. I’m immune to poisons, and I have to actively avoid looking into mirrors because my reflection is… well, less than reliable.”

Jaheira chuckled again, clearly still unconvinced.

“Oh, and do you also burst into flames in the sunlight? Should I be worried about you during the day, then?” she teased, nudging you with her elbow.

You groaned, feeling the frustration build. “For the love of… Jaheira, look!” You grabbed a nearby rock, sharp enough to prick your finger, and allowed a drop of your own blood to bead up. You held it up to her, watching as the crimson droplet shimmered faintly, not quite like a normal human’s.

She paused, eyes narrowing as she inspected it. “Alright, so your blood looks a little different. But that doesn’t prove—”

“Fine,” you muttered, exasperated. “I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.” You took a deep breath and bared your teeth. Slowly, carefully, you extended your fangs—small but unmistakably sharp—until they gleamed in the dim light.

Jaheira’s laughter died instantly, replaced by a look of wide-eyed surprise. She blinked, staring at your fangs for a few moments, and then looked back up at you, her expression shifting to one of dawning realization. “You’re… you’re not joking.”

You shook your head. “No, Jaheira, I’m not.”

She was silent for a beat longer, then burst into laughter again, though this time it was a softer, more affectionate sound.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she said, shaking her head. “All these years, and I never would’ve guessed.” She reached up, brushing her fingers against your cheek. “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

You felt your shoulders relax, the tension easing at her acceptance.

“You’re not… horrified?” you asked, still half-expecting her to pull away.

“Horrified? Hardly,” she said with a grin, tracing the tips of your fangs with a curious finger. “If anything, I’m more impressed. Here I thought I knew everything about you.” She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Besides, it makes sense why you’re so good at keeping secrets.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest, full of relief. “Well, at least I finally convinced you.”

“Oh, don’t get cocky,” she teased, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’ll admit, you had me fooled. But now that I know, I suppose I’ll have to keep an eye on you, won’t I?”

“Someone has to,” you replied, finally feeling the tightness in your chest ease.

Jaheira smirked. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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lucky 🍀 | AA23

alex debuts an... interesting... new hair for race weekend, and y/n is to blame after a little too much to drink

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none!

author's note: MY WRITER'S BLOCK IS CURED WOOHOO SO NOW TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT!!!! this season seems to be the anything can happen type, so i am crossing my fingers and toes to see alex on the podium at some point. anyway, this was literally so fun to write i hope you enjoy :))

“alright kids, you’re home.” george russell did not imagine this would be his friday night when he had left his home a long six hours earlier. if he’d known that he would be assigned the role of babysitter for his former teammate and his girlfriend, he maybe would’ve stayed home. or at least worn shoes that he liked a little less, as his favorite trainers were currently sporting a new, puce green stain. 

“thank youuuu, george,” y/n slurred, her eyes hazy and unfocused. her boyfriend didn’t look any better, practically putting all of his weight on poor y/n. she didn’t seem to mind though, one hand braced against the couch for balance, one hand wrapped around his waist to keep him upright. 

if only the world could see the wholesome “parents of the paddock” now, george thought. satisfied they were safe and taken care of, he shut the front door quietly behind him, grinning as he made his way to carmen who sat in the passenger seat of his car. now that y/n and alex were home, they’d likely sleep it off and stay out of trouble. right?

well… not quite. 

as george pulled out of the driveway, inside, alex and y/n had managed to remember that couches could be sat on, not just leaned up against. they collapsed onto the soft cushions, alex sighing contently as he pulled y/n to sit between his legs. she cuddled into his chest, craving warmth after what had been a very cold night out in a very tiny dress. 

just as y/n was starting to fall asleep, alex started to shift underneath her. she groaned and just wrapped her arms around him tighter. 

“love, i’m so thirsty.” 

y/n shook her head, trying to get back to the drowsy state she’d just left. “too comfy.” 

he poked her arm in response, and she ignored it best she could until it was unbearable. 

“stop it!”

“i need water,” he moaned dramatically, starting to unwrap his arms from around her.

“i’m thirsty too, but i’m being nice and not moving.” 

“you’re not being nice, you’re being lazyyy.” he drew out the last letter, and she turned her head only to stick out her tongue at him. 

“fine. i’ll take you with me.” y/n didn’t mind what he did, as long as she didn’t have to walk or do anything other than shut her eyes tight against the blurriness that came with a few (okay, a lot) too many shots of vodka. alex pushed himself off the couch, and y/n wrapped her limbs around him tightly until he safely deposited her to sit on the kitchen counter. 

there was the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing, and the gurgle of the tap broke through the otherwise silent apartment. 

“i can hear you gulping.” y/n said, eyes still squeezed shut. “share please.” 

the three glasses of water each they downed helped somewhat- y/n’s stomach had settled and her head was spinning less, but now she just had the lack of inhibition and craving for spontaneity that alcohol fostered. 

from her perch on the counter, she could sit with her legs wrapped around alex’s torso, his head relaxing back into her chest as he stood with his back to her. she ran her fingers gently through his hair, smiling as an idea formed. 

“when’s the last time you dyed your hair, love?”

“mmm. it’s been a while. last year, maybe?”

y/n felt a rush of excitement, but tread carefully to avoid spooking her poor unsuspecting boyfriend. 

“what if you let me dye it?” 

his posture became a little less relaxed, a little more alert. uh oh. say yes. she chanted silently in her head. say yes, say yes, say yes. 

“have you ever dyed hair before?” not a full yes, but this was good. it wasn’t a no. there was still a possibility. 

“i did rina’s hair just last month.” sure, your sister changed her hair so often that she had simply laughed at your botched dye job, rocking the streaky blue until she was able to get into a proper salon the next week. but experience was experience. he hadn’t asked about the outcome. 

“okay.”

“okay?” you squealed and planted a kiss on his cheek, wrapping your arms underneath his chin and resting your head on top of his. he just laughed, relaxing even more into your embrace if that was even possible. 

“alright, come on, i think i have dye under the sink.” 

“wait, now? i was thinking next week after the race, love.” but you didn’t want to wait that long, you wanted to do something fun now, while the world looked a little brighter than usual and you could practically feel the blood pumping through your veins. you decided to test your luck and hopped down from the counter, pulling him along towards the small hall bathroom, grinning when he just followed along. 

alex sat down on the toilet lid while you rummaged through the messy sink cabinet, finally finding what you’d desperately hoped was still there in the back corner- bleach, and the remnants of a dye kit you’d bought when your sister had encouraged you to try red hair (spoiler alert, it was a very bad idea). there definitely wouldn’t be enough red dye to do alex’s entire head though, and you frowned as you tried to work out a solution. 

suddenly, the perfect idea struck. after mixing the dyes, you happily got to work. alex was content to just relax into the pressure of your fingers in his hair, and before you knew it, your masterpiece was complete. after a quick rinse, and a change into comfier, cleaner clothes for both of you, you fell into bed. there was only time for a quick goodnight kiss, and by the time your head hit the pillow, you had practically already fallen into a deep sleep. 

which is why, when you woke up the next morning, cursing the bright sunlight of the gorgeous fall morning, the previous night wasn’t totally clear at first. you cringed at the memory of puking into the dirty club bathroom, but there was nothing hideously embarrassing up until george bringing you and alex home. however, at the thought of what your drunken brain had thought was a good idea once the two of you were left to your own devices, you shot up in bed, staring in horror at the sleeping boy next to you. 

alex’s hair. dear god. you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips, and then cursed yourself as all the movement and noise had alex stirring in bed. he smiled up at you with sleepy eyes, getting halfway through “good morning” before clocking your expression. 

“what?” he sat up in bed, sheets sliding down as his worry increased. “y/n, what’s wrong?” 

“alex, love, i’m so sorry.” it was all you could do but apologize, and alex looked confused until he spotted himself in the mirror hanging to the right of your bed. 

his jaw dropped as he turned his head left and right. you just winced, apologizing over and over. but you stopped mid sentence when his look of shock turned into a grin, and then a full blown, stomach-hurting laugh. he dropped his head into his hands, shoulders shaking. 

you couldn’t help it- that type of laugh was infectious. 

“i’m so sorry, love,” you groaned between giggles, leaning into alex’s shoulder. “i don’t know what i was thinking.” 

it took him a couple seconds to get back the breath to reply, but when he did it was clear that there was nothing but amusement in the situation. 

“don’t be sorry, y/n,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and squeezed tight. “i’m surprised we didn’t do worse with how plastered we were last night.” 

“remind me that shots are very, very bad the next time we go out, please.” the dull throb in her temples was her body’s way of agreeing with that statement. in a serious tone, she looked up at him, determined to fix the situation. “i’ll find you an appointment at a salon before the race, i promise.” 

“are you kidding?” he turned to look at himself again in the mirror, running a hand over his hair. “i’m definitely going to get bullied by the grid, but this can only be good luck.” 

and despite your protests and offers to fix it, he remains resolute in having the absolutely horrid dye job for the entirety of the race weekend. and when he manages to achieve the practically impossible- a podium in a williams- after crediting the team’s immense efforts, it isn’t his stellar driving that he wants to discuss in post-race interviews. no, he attributes his success to his new hair, which he makes sure to emphasize was done by his lovely girlfriend. 

even though your drunken mistake is now a very popular topic of conversation in the f1 world, you can’t help but feel any emotion besides all-consuming pride.

@alex_albon: best weekend ever. biggest thanks to the team, and my new barber @ y/n-l/n for the lucky hair

@y/n-l/n: HE DID IT!!!!!!!! endlessly proud of you AA23 <3

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All Things End 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss (death, miscarriage), and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Arvin Russell

Summary: Newly widowed, you take a job at the local grocer to make end’s meet.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shoulder only gets worse. When you tell your supervisor about it, he’s unfazed as he sends you to restock the cans of tuna. Those are small, he suggests. No matter, the repetitive motion only tweaks the knot firmly lodged beneath your shoulder blade. 

When you finish your shift, you’re almost in tears. You still need to haul your own groceries home as you spend twenty minutes collecting the bare essentials. Even the light load feels like pushing a boulder up a hill as you leave through the front doors. 

You wince as you cross the lot, searching out the beaten up Volkswagen. You stop as you see the bumper sticker, heart dropping at the reminder. You remember that road trip and how you rolled your eyes at Ben when he slapped the sticker onto the car. You tried but it wouldn’t peel off. 

You stop and lean the bag against the hatch. Ugh, just the thought of driving makes your muscles roar. It’s not far. 

You lift the bag again and a pang ripples up your neck. You cry out and drop your armful, the can clunking heavily as the brown paper splits and sends your groceries scattering. You slap a hand on the car and reach to shakily rub your neck. 

You quiver out a gasp as you look down at the mess. You slide your hand down the metal and groan as you reach for the can of mixed beans. It’s scooped up before you can get your fingers around the dented tin. 

“You alright?” Arvin asks as he gathers up the smattering of groceries. 

“Yeah, I… tripped.” 

“You know,” he stands, hugging the loose goods, “I told you to take it easy.” 

You look at him in exasperation, he means well. Still, good advice isn't always practical. You have to work. You need the paycheck. 

“I know, thanks,” you reach for his armful. 

“Let me,” he insists as he steps closer, “pop the trunk.” 

You groan and turn to shove the key into the slot, pulling up the hatch halfway until it opens all the way. You drag the empty box from the corner for him to put the groceries in. He puts them into the cardboard as you lean on the bumper and cradle your shoulder. 

“You think you can drive like that?” He asks. 

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist through gritted teeth. 

“Is that true or just something you say?”  

“Look, I appreciate it but you don’t need to worry that much. Enjoy not having to while you can,” you say. 

“I see someone who needs help and I help,” he shrugs, “it’s what my ma taught me to do. If she was still around, I hope she’d be proud of that.” 

You wince and look away. It can’t be easy losing a parent young. You regret being so defensive and over what? Your bum shoulder? If she were alive, his mother might be around your age. Maybe that’s why he’s so concerned. 

“Thanks, Arvin, that’s considerate, I’m sure she would be,” you force a smile. “I can drive, I got another arm--” 

“Isn’t safe like that,” he shakes his head, “please, I can give ya a lift. I’ll walk back into town--” 

You open your mouth but stop yourself from repeating that mantra ‘it’s fine’. Your mouth slants and you tilt your head one way then the other. You sigh through your nose. You really just want to lay down with some ice. 

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?” You ask. 

He grins and shakes his head, hair flopping, “’fraid I can’t.” 

You nod and hold out the keys, “shifter sticks, make sure you give it a wiggle.” 

🌲

Arvin drives confidently up the country roads. Everyone knows where everyone lives around here, even as the roads wind into the thicker brush. He slows as he comes onto the gravel road that leads to your marital homestead. Each time you see the arch of branches that crest the clearing, you’re reminded of the day you moved in. With Ben. 

There’s not much else left of him there. The pieces you did keep of your happiest years are all hidden away. More sore reminders of the lost. Aside from the stubborn rose bush. The petals are just as bright and pink as when Ben put it in. Your first year anniversary gift; it would be almost twenty if he was here. 

Your shoulder tweaks and the pain stokes the tears behind your eyes. You wiggle your nose and shake off the grief. It’s just this damn knot. It’s got you all twisted up. 

Arvin stops gently, the axle grinding loudly with the worn brakes, and he turns the engine off. You unbuckle your belt as he frees the keys and does the same. He’s quick but most people are quicker than you right now. 

He comes around to open your door before you can. You thank him as you get out, your purse dropping off your lap. He bends to pick it up first 

“Get yourself inside,” he hands you the keys, “I’ll get your things.” 

“You really don’t--” 

“I can hear it in your voice, just like those whiny brakes. I’ll have a look at those too,” he insists. 

“Arvin,” you utter, awash with embarrassment. 

“That shoulder won’t get any better if you keep being stubborn,” he grips the top of the car door. 

“What would you know? You got some years before you gotta worry about all this?” You kid as you slump your injured shoulder and touch it daintily. 

“I know pain when I see it and I know you’ve had enough of that,” he says, “go on. Let me get my good deed done for the day.” 

You nod and can’t help the tug in your lips. Right. He sees an old lady in need. You’re under no illusions. You know your age, you know what you’ve lost, you know what other people think. They pity you. Somehow, you hoped he wouldn’t share that. 

You sniff and step past him. You make your way up the front steps with tunnel vision. You try not to see the empty flowerboxes or the broken bench. The things Benny would have taken care of. 

You let yourself in but aren’t fast enough to keep the screen door from clattering into your shoulder. You cry out and stumble, catching yourself against the bigger inner door. You drop the keys. You don’t even need them. No one in Hammer Ford locks their doors. 

“Woah, hey,” Arvin’s footfalls rush up onto the porch, “everything okay? What happened?” 

You cling to the door hand and shakily look back at him, “nothing,” your voice is brittle, “the door... hit me.” 

“Ah gee,” he frowns, “come on,” he urges you in with his hand on your lower back, “you needa just relax, miss.” 

[softxsuki]

hi there! i hope you're doing well, congrats on your recent milestone! 💓 if it's alright, may i request a song drabble with the outsider by lyn lapid + hanemiya kazutora (from tokyo rev) + fem!reader + romantic? maybe the genre could be reverse comfort and/or fluff because he feels kinda left out after getting out of juvie. thank you in advance, han. 🫶

1.5k Follower Event Song Drabble "The Outsider" With Kazutora (TR)

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| Pairing: Kazutora x Fem!Reader| Genre: Angst to Fluff bit of Comfort | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 790 |

Warnings: insecurity (from Kazutora), feeling left out

Note: Once again apologizing for this being so late, I hope you're doing well and see this! I loved this concept of Kazutora feeling left out, and having Y/N comfort and reassure him! Enjoy <3

It had been weeks since he was finally released from juvie. Of course he had seen you on your frequent visits to see him when he was still locked up, but things felt different now that he was back in society. You were both older now, maybe you had changed your mind about him and were just sticking around out of obligation?

He felt completely out of place at the dinner you arranged with all his friends, wanting to give him the chance to catch up with everyone. It had been years since he sat at a table with all his friends, a lot of them looking much older than the last time he saw them.

He felt his heart sink when they all seemed so familiar with you as well; Mikey, Mitsuya, Draken, Chifuyu, and the other guys had taken care of you while Kazutora was locked away, making sure you were safe and happy.

You all were engaged in conversation, catching up and discussing events that had happened in the past few weeks when he wasn’t around. He couldn’t find an opportunity to jump in despite the many times you’d bring the conversation to him so he could speak, but he felt bad about joining in as the conversation among the group continued.

What really made him tick and lose his patience though was when Mikey reaches over the table to wipe the bit of ketchup off the side of your mouth with his thumb. Kazutora abruptly stands up and leaves the table, walking out of the restaurant completely.

That was his job…years ago when he wasn’t in prison, he’d even go as far as to kiss the mess off your face whenever you got some food on your nose or the side of your mouth. Has he been replaced? Were you only with him now because you felt bad? Hundreds of thoughts ran through his head as he paced outside the restaurant. Should he leave or go back in? What was he even doing out here?

Groaning, he mentally curses himself, until he feels a poke on his back, a familiar warm voice instantly calming him.

“You okay babe?” You ask slowly, getting his attention as he turns around to face you, sighing.

“I’m fine, I just…think I should leave. I’m clearly not needed here,” he grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he kicks imaginary rocks on the ground.

With a sigh, you take his hand, squeezing it softly.

“Is it because of what Mikey did?” You ask slowly, knowing the action must have bothered him. As soon as he stormed out, you had scolded Mikey for his actions, which he had only done to stir up trouble, as usual. He just needed to be devious, it was his way of trying to get Kazutora to go back to his usual self.

He grunts in response, hating the way Mikey had touched you so casually, what if he had been doing that the whole time he was locked up?

“Stop that,” you sigh, tugging on his hand to get him to look your way, “I pushed Mikey’s hand away as soon as I noticed what he was doing. You know you’re the only one for me.”

Still unsatisfied, Kazutora frowns, overthinking everything.

“Do you know how long I waited for this day? Anxiously awaiting your return so you could be with your friends again and so we could be together like this, like we used to, to hug you and kiss you whenever I want. You’re the one I want, the one I love, the only one I’ll ever be with so long as you still want that,”  you sigh, squeezing his hand reassuringly as you see a small smile appear on his lips.

“Really? You were waiting for me this whole time?” He finally asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze in return.

“Of course, what else would I be doing? Nothing was the same without you, so having you here just feels right…” you smile softly, swinging your hands together. “Now let's go back inside, I’ll make sure Mikey apologizes to you.”

Agreeing, he follows you inside the restaurant again, your fingers intertwined as he takes a seat beside you, wrapping an arm around your chair reminding everyone you were already taken by him.

The rest of the evening goes a lot smoother, as he slowly opens up more, the guys directing more questions at him and pulling him into their conversations as they talk about their past together. And after many years you see his smile again, the lightheartedness he used to carry; in that moment it was back, and it was beautiful. You’d make sure to protect it for as long as you were together. 

Posted: 9/16/2024

[moonstruckme]

I know we have emt mauraders (and I absolutely love them with all of my heart), but I can't get the image of fireman James out of my head. He's just so beefed up and just has that build about him. You know? 🫠

So true babe <3

cw: reader is trapped in elevator for a bit

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 753 words

It took you some time to work up the courage to press the HELP button. Your building’s elevator has always been a bit scary, shuddering and screeching ever since you’d moved in, so you’d hoped for a while that it would just fix itself, remember that it was supposed to be moving and deliver you safely to your floor. No such luck.

You’re endlessly glad that you’re going home and not running late to work when it takes the fire crew another twenty minutes to show up. You’re guessing elevator rescues aren’t at the top of their priority list. When someone finally bangs on a door somewhere below you, you scramble up from where you’ve been sitting on the floor. 

“Fire department,” a man’s voice says.

“Hi,” you call back, feeling immediately stupid for it. Were you supposed to say your job description back or something? 

“Is everyone okay? How many of you are there?” 

“It’s—it’s just me.” 

“Alright,” the voice says, “we’re gonna get you out of there, just give us a second.” 

You hum back though he probably can’t hear. There’s a lot of creaking metal and muffled voices, and then the door to your prison squeaks slowly open. Most of what you can see is clearly elevator shaft, but there’s a small opening at your feet. Once it’s a couple of feet wide, a curly head pops through. 

“Hi,” the voice from earlier says. It comes from a lovely face, all tan skin and warm eyes and a radiant smile, like this man finds everything about his day genuinely cheering. “You alright in here? Injured at all?” 

It takes you a second to find your voice, and even once you do it sounds pitchier than normal. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” 

“Perfect.” Somehow, his grin seems to widen, which is a bit much for you right now. Suddenly you’re kind of dizzy. “Okay, I’m just going to have you scooch on your bum over here and stick your legs out, yeah? I’ll pop out so I can lower you down.” 

He’s going…he’s going to grab your legs. Okay. Awesome. This is totally your everyday. 

Some of your hesitance must show on your face, because the man’s expression softens. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself,” he says. “I’m James. What’s your name?” 

You tell him, so quietly you’re not sure he can hear, but James nods anyway. “Y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve already been stuck for god knows how long, and I’m sure you’d like to get to where you’re going. This is the easy part, okay?” 

“Okay,” you echo. 

James gives you an encouraging smile, retreating from the opening. “Alright, just set your legs out here,” he calls up. 

You sit down on the elevator floor, slipping your feet through so your legs are dangling in open air. A second later, strong hands grip the undersides of your thighs. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” James says. “I’m gonna ease you out, and I just need you to lean back so you don’t bump your head on anything, yeah?” 

You hum in response. He starts pulling you out of the elevator, his grip moving up your thighs to your bottom once it emerges. Your heart thunders, both from the intimate contact and from trusting your weight wholly to someone else. Soon you’ve cleared the opening. Another set of hands cups the back of your head to ensure you don’t hit it on the elevator floor, and then you’re sitting up, your hands landing on James’ shoulders for balance. They’re really quite substantial, you can’t help but notice, wide and full of thick, corded muscle. He tilts his head back, grinning up at you. 

“See?” he says. “Easy.” 

A dizzy little laugh escapes you, and James’ grin takes on a whole new quality. Something curious about it. He hoists you up in his arms, grip transferring to your waist so he can lower you to the floor. 

“Thanks,” you manage, looking up at him. You look at the other handful of firefighters around too, the embarrassment of your situation finally sinking in. Your face heats. “I really appreciate the help.” 

“Anytime, sweetheart,” James says. As the others start packing up equipment, his attention stays on you. “You sure you’re alright? Where are you going from here?” 

You do your best to give him a smile of your own. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just going home. I live on the sixth floor.” 

He hums. “Best take the stairs this time.”

[stargirlrchive]

folklore drabble: i’m unglued, thanks to you ✩ jake sully

masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ folklore masterlist

summary: in which you realize you're in love

word count: 504

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“I need a break.”

Jake shook his head stubbornly, his hands lightly slapping yours back in place to position you where you needed to be. Your arms were shaking, fingertips sore from the constant pulling of your bow. “I much prefer using a knife, this hurts.”

Jake huffed in annoyance, you were making it so difficult. “I prefer to not have you so up close with someone when it comes to a fight.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, blinking dumbly as they warmed you from the inside out. You knew he didn’t mean it, at least not in the way your heart took it. Nerves bubbled in your chest as he gripped at your arms once again, your brain went blank as his entire body engulfed yours. “Come on, focus!”

With the little strength you had left, your fingers pulled back, eyes narrowing in on the low hanging fruit Jake deemed as the target. With a final tug your fingers let go, the arrow snapping forward with high velocity and it hit the target dead center. The fruit cracked in half, your arrow landing deep in the tree bark nearby.

Your tail swished excitedly, running towards your bow to try and tug it out. Jake whistled behind you, your arrow had landed so deep into the tree only half of it was sticking out. “Remind me to never anger you.”

A quiet laugh left your throat, your fingers tracing over the arrow. “You’re a natural.”

Your cheeks burned a dark shade, his words causing your heart to thump rapidly. “Thank you.”

The darkness began to settle all across the forest, and as you moved away from the arrow, your mind felt it hazy. Like the threads that made you, you, we’re beginning to unravel in the presence of the Olo’eyktan.

An uncomfortable feeling settled in your throat as you looked at Jake’s face. The small scars that littered like stars all over him. His once boyish charm now sharpened by the years at war, now a man who aged gracefully despite the cards that life dealt him.

Guilt gripped at your chest at how your heart swirled with hope. Hope that one day he’d see you how you were seeing him in this moment. “Are you alright?”

You were snapped out of your inner turmoil at his voice, he wasn’t even looking at you but you felt so open, exposed to him in the privacy of the forest. Scared he’d be able to read your mind. “Fine. Yes.”

If he noticed the way your voice wavered with fear he did not mention it. “Let us head back? I have not seen the kids all day.”

He only hummed to let you know he heard you, and with quick steps you made your way back to High camp. On your silent retreat back you prayed to the Great Mother to remove these thoughts from your mind. Vowing to yourself you’d never let Jake into your heart, not in the way it so desperately wanted.

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

i dont know if youre taking requests but if youd like to, would you write a comfort fic with nathan bateman where the reader has really severe anxiety and panic attacks? i really love your nathan fics and barely anyone writes him, especially not the way you do

I am and thank you so much for the request! (I have such a soft spot for this silly man.) And thank you so much for your kind words (I am so terrible at expressing how much comments mean to me.)

(Also I am assuming you suffer from panic attacks, as do I, I hope you're okay and are doing well💚)

Any Time

Nathan Bateman X GN!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? | request info

Warnings: Panic attacks, swearing, typos! Railroad sentences! Soft!Nathan being a big softie, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 683

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You weren’t sure what set it off. Whether it had been one thing, or a combination. At the very least, if you had been sure of the cause you could try to avoid it in the future. 

But here you were, in the middle of the kitchen, clutching the countertop so tightly that you probably could have ripped the marble in two. 

You knew what it was. Had had so many by now that they should have been routine. The fact that you knew it was a panic attack should have been enough to calm you, to settle your breathing and the crushing weight in your chest. 

Instead the air caught in your throat and somehow didn’t seem to make it to your lungs. The dread built and grew until your bones were shaking under the weight of it. 

This was going to last forever. This wasn’t going to end. This was-

“You okay?” Nathan’s voice cut through your internal dialogue like an air horn. It was too much. And only added to sickening compression around your throat. You didn’t want him here. Didn’t need him to see you like this.

Talking was practically impossible. 

You shook your head, and managed to release the counter just long enough to wave your left hand dismissively. I’m fine.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you didn’t hear him walk towards you, but you felt his hand on your clammy shoulder. Warm and cold at the same time, too heavy, too much.

You shrug him away, looking down, trying and failing to control your breathing. To get a hold of yourself. 

“Sorry, hey, sorry,” he held up his hands. “Look at me okay?” 

You shook your head. Little spots of swirling colours were starting to appear at the corners of your vision. You were going to be sick. You were going to fall down. You were going to be-

“Look. At. Me.” 

The firmness of his voice seemed to pull at your limbs, moving you before you even had the chance to register what he had said.

“You’re okay. It’s alright.” He nodded, keeping his voice calm and soft. “You’re gonna breathe with me alright,” he took in a breath through his nose. Over exaggerating the action and holding it for four seconds before he breathed out through his mouth. 

He repeated the process, composed and sure. Breathing in, breathing out, breathing in, breathing out. 

“You’re doing great, you’re okay,” he repeated between breaths. 

Breathe in, breathe out. 

“Doing so good, baby.”

You missed the pet name, didn’t see the flicker of self consciousness that flashed across his face at his slip of the tongue.

“You’re safe, nothings gonna happen.”

You tried to match him, at first failing miserably. But slowly both of your chests started to rise and fall in rhythm. 

He continued to talk while you started to calm, the shaking in your hands lessening. 

“You know how many panic attacks I’ve had?” He didn’t wait, or want a response. Just letting you focus on your breathing. 

“So many. Hundreds, thousands maybe.” Nathan continued. “One always sticks in my head, I’d messed up some really basic coding. I was tired and stressed and it was really fucked up. And I just… broke.” He shrugs. “Panicking all by myself at half four in the morning.” 

He smiles. “Thing is, the coding was just for a project I was working on. No deadline, no one else was gonna see it. I wasn’t letting anyone down, no one’s life was at risk and still… it was like my body was crumbling around me. Just,” he motions towards his chest. “Imploding. Suffocating me.” 

He smiles again, but this time it’s at you. One of those rare, soft Nathan smiles. 

Your breathing is a lot better, a lot closer to normal.

“Can I get you some water?” 

You nod and Nathan helps you to sit at the kitchen table before he brings over a glass. Ice cubes are floating at the top. 

He sits down next to you as you gulp half of the water down. 

“Thank you.” You whisper.

“Any time.” 

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[maravelrose]

A Toast to ___, Our New Hashira!

A/n: Finding this place has definitely made my entire lilfe. T_T So obsessed with Rengoku. Anyway! This one shot is a spinoff of an entire smut filled series I am currently writing for RK! It’s also my first time writing fanfiction in literal years. ^_^’’ I hope you enjoy, and if you’re interested in reading the whole series, let me know and I will post and link it!  Thanks!! **[There is a POV shift, it only happens once (technically) and only to add to the smuttiness]

It’s not often the hashira all get together for a night of drinking and bonding, but Mitsuri insisted on celebrating your recent promotion and you were all gathered anyway due to having just finished another (your first) hashira meeting. There would be laughs and shenanigans of course, but surely it couldn’t get too out of hand! Well, so long as Tengen keeps his damn mouth shut.. [First-Person Reader POV]

“A toast to our new hashira!” Mitsuri announces gleefully.

               My heart pounded with excitement, and I was grinning so hard my face felt like it would split right open. This was insane, I couldn’t believe I was really officially a hashira! There were days I trained until my legs felt like they’d fallen off hours before, times I stared down impossible situations and accepted the likelihood of death as I fought to secure my mission, and then there was the time I spent idolizing the very group of people toasting to me. This was a dream that felt so far away even during my time as a tsuguko and yet, here I was!

I stood. “Thank you so much everyone! I look forward to getting to fight alongside you all as an equal!” I gave a respectful bow and Tengen laughed.

“Alright alright, enough with the formalities now! We’re here to celebrate my flashy tsuguko becoming a flashy hashira.” He grinned, “The flashiest, second only to me of course!”

“Congratulations!” Rengoku boomed as he matched my grin. “You worked hard to get here, so please be sure to enjoy yourself tonight!”

               A slight blush crept onto my face, all the attention was making me feel shy, especially Rengoku’s. I sat and my eyes met Tengen’s. A cocky and knowing smirk settled onto his face and my cheeks went from pink to scarlet. During my time as a tsuguko, Tengen, Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio had become the family I never had. The three women were like big sisters, and Tengen an older brother. He was strict and didn’t let me cut corners in my training, but he was also prone to teasing me relentlessly and being my biggest supporter. Especially when it came to Rengoku. Tengen would definitely never let me live down that crush.

               Admittedly, I’d always made a point of carrying myself with dignity and projecting confidence even when I had none. Of course I was still a bit of a mess around crushes, but there was no time for such things after joining the corps.. until a loud, flame haired, wide eyed, optimist showed up. Suddenly I was stuttering and stumbling over my words before excusing myself to prevent further embarrassment (and proverbially slam my face against a desk). Tengen immediately picked up on my bashfulness and, being a man with three wives, it didn’t take him long to connect the dots. His precious little tsuguko had a crush on his best friend. And of course he switched from proud boasting teacher to mischievous older sibling; making comments that would go over Rengoku’s head but stick in mine.

Soon our meeting would go something like:

“Ah, can you help bring out dinner ___? …Thank you! Just set that down by Kyojuro. By the way, your face seems oftly red today. You aren’t feeling ill are you?” Tengen smiles with mock concern.

Quickly shaking my head and insisting I’m fine, I make sure to toss him a halfhearted glare. But Rengoku, ever the concerned gentleman—

“Ah, you do look a bit flushed. Please sit, if you are feeling unwell I would hate for you to push yourself just for me.” Rengoku smiled warmly and gestured for me to sit next to him. 

Ugh, stupid Tengen..                As the night went on laughs and stories were shared while drinks were passed.  “You should have seen the look on her face when Zenitsu asked her to marry him.  Better yet,  the look on HIS face when she told him who she was!” Tengen laughed clearly having a good buzz going.

I blushed and shook my head.  “It was.. very awkward.” I admitted laughing myself. “Poor kiddo.”

“Well I don't blame the lad, at least he has good taste. “ Kyojuro added laughing along. 

My face went redder,  and when I glanced at Tengen I could already see the gears turning. Before he could say anything, Mitsuri (thankfully!) chimed in.

“Absolutely! ____ is strong and smart and crazy beautiful!” She gushed.  

“Aww thanks Mitsuri! Though you're way cuter than me,  and I bet Obanai agrees!” I gushed back with a wink.

Mitsuri’s face sported an adorable pink at the compliment and Obanai grumbled while glaring in my direction, his own blush reaching just below his eyes. 

“Well that may be true for Obanai, but it sounds like Kyojuro believes you're quite the catch.” Tengen grinned suggestively as he took another sip of his drink.

Now eyes were on the blushing flame hashira as he realized how his comment was taken.  “I-I, uh, well, I mean.”

Laughter from around the table cut his fumbling short and he decided to just laugh it off with them. I of course felt my soul leave my body. Damn it Tengen!

Slowly but surely as the night went on, hashira began excusing themselves. As numbers dwindled Rengoku finally stood.

“Tonight was wonderful, I’m glad we were all able to get together to celebrate you ___. It’s time I retired however.” Rengoku announced.

“Thank you Rengoku!” I replied genuinely. “I’m glad you came.”

“Please, call me Kyojuro from now on! After all, you’re a fellow hashira now.” He smiled.

Tengen sat with an arm around Makio and Suma as he sent another grin of mischief our way. “Hey, speaking of retiring for the night, have you bought an estate yet or are you going to continue hauling up in my spare room?”

I shot him an are-you-kidding-me look and Suma lectured him, insisting I could stay as long as I wanted. Hinatsuru however immediately picked up on what Tengen was doing and played along. “Ah, you also have a mission in Tokyo next right? That’s Kyojuro’s district. Our estate is in the opposite direction, what a shame.”

“Oh, is that so?” Kyojuro said turning back to face us. “____, if you want you can travel with me. I am also heading back to Tokyo tomorrow morning we can go together.”

My entire body suddenly felt like it was on fire. Rengo- Kyojuro was clearly just trying to be nice, but..

Kyojuro seeing my hesitance quickly back pedaled. “Ah, of course you don’t have too! My apologies if that offer was too forward!”

“N-no! I’d love to be with you!” I froze the moment the words left my mouth and watched as Kyojuro’s face also took on a deep tint. “ON THE JOURNEY! I’D LOVE TO BE- argh! Sorry, I’m a little tongue tied from the nights events!”

Tengen let out a loud belly laugh. “You two really are something! About time you went home together!” Clearly the alcohol was influencing Tengen’s wording as well.. at least I hoped that was the case.

“Tengen!” Kyojuro scolded. “You couldn’t find a less improper phrasing for that?”

“Oh come on,” He continued with a wink. He stood up and gave the flame haired man a rough pat on the back. “Like you haven't been dying to take her home since you met! Now you won't have to travel all the way to my house to ask about her!”

“I-I was merely visiting a friend and earnestly asking about his student’s progress!” Kyojuro protested fervently. The young man seldom got so flustered, but the sound hashira seemed determined to embarrass him tonight. “It would be rude not to ask about her! You used to ask about my tsuguko’s progress!”

Tengen grinned like a Cheshire cat he learned closer and lowered his voice so only Kyojuro could hear. Unfortunately, like my master I also had incredible hearing (something God awful when residing with an, ahem, “active” married quartet). “I didn’t stare at Mitsuri’s ass the way I’ve seen you stare at ___’s while she trained.”

“I think we’d better be getting him home.” Suma said as she tried to stifle a giggle at our combined mortified and embarrassed expressions.

“Haha, but he’s right! You two are so adorable! YOU BETTER TAKE GOOD CARE OF OUR LITTLE _____ THOUGH!” Makio slurred as she glared protectively at Kyojuro. Hinatsuru gently pulled the other woman toward the door following Suma and their husband. “Makio could use some time to rest as well it seems.” She hummed.

[3rd person pov switch for convenience, last switch I swear]

It was late and the Rengoku estate was silent when they entered. Kyojuro had showed her to a guest room and excused himself to let her settle in.

____ stripped out of her haori and sat on the bed. The window was cracked open and the night air felt lovely on her legs. Like Mitsuri, she preferred to wear a shorter ensemble rather than a traditional yukata or the corps uniform pants. Her skirt ended mid thigh and her corps shirt was sleeveless like her teacher’s. The clothes were comfy, but she would have preferred to change into something else for bed.

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in?” She called out softly. The door slid open and Kyojuro stepped inside holding a folded change of clothes as if he’d read her mind.

“Sorry to intrude, I thought you might appreciate a-“ Kyojuro paused taking in the sight of his fellow hashira reclined on a bed; her hands angled behind her to prop up her leaning form, the angle making her breasts stand out in her tunic. Her skirt rode up slightly exposing more of her bare thigh and her hair, usually up in a messy bun, had been pulled down and left to cascade over her shoulders and down her back.  “-a change of clothes.” He finished getting a hold of himself.

“Thank you Re- uh, Kyojuro.” She scooted up to the edge of the bed. “Um, please come in.” she added noticing that he still lingered close to the door.

Once they stood face to face Kyojuro in the middle of the room, he held the clothes out. “Also, about earlier.” He started. “I hope Tengen’s jokes didn’t make you uncomfortable, I’m sure after all this time you’re used to him, but even I wasn’t expecting.. that.”

She giggled, it was embarrassing, but it was such a sibling thing to do. At least it felt like it, as someone who never had siblings, she couldn’t say for sure. Regardless, it was a very Tengen thing to do. “Yeah well, he’s kind of a butt sometimes. But it’s fine, I’m sorry he twisted your words though. I know you didn’t mean your comments like that.”

“Well.. I did.” Kyojuro admitted, his voice and eyes lowering. “About you being the kind of partner men should want at least.” Her eyes drifted up to his face, he was making a point to not meet her gaze. His blush was obvious and for a moment it made her just a *little* braver.

“For the record Kyojuro, I think you’re the kind of partner people should want too.” Saying the words out loud made her heart feel like it might explode from her chest.

Kyojuro’s eyes widened in shock as they finally met hers. “Me?” He asked and this time she couldn’t help but chuckle at his genuinely flabbergasted reaction. He was indeed a humble one.

               “Of course.” She insisted and forced herself to keep going. Thank Buddha for liquid courage! “You’re really sweet Kyojuro, and you’re always so optimistic! Plus you’re funny, especially when you and Tengen are joking around. You’re an amazing slayer and I’ve always thought you were extremely attract‐ uh.” Fuck, abort mission. “Um, y-you’re a great slayer!” Smooth, on second thought maybe she had a little too much liquid courage. She’d managed to stumble out of half rambling-half flirting right into what was basically a confession. Now would be a lovely time to fall into a hole!

               Kyojuro was silent for seconds that felt like eons. “Well, for the record ____,” He chuckled as he gently placed a hand under her chin and pulled her face up. He was closer now, their faces only a few inches away from each other. “I’ve always found you extremely attractive as well. From your breathing style to the way you seem to easily befriend everyone you meet; I think you’re truly amazing.”

               His eyes seemed to glow as they gazed into hers. So earnest, so warm. Before she knew it she was leaning forward on the tips of her toes to press her lips to his. He froze, breath hitching in sheer surprise. Realizing she may have crossed a line, she began pulling back but before she could the hand under her chin slid up to cup her cheek and his incredibly warm mouth pressed firmly back against hers.  The kiss lasted for several moments and she realized she didn't want to miss this chance. Shyness be damned, she wanted this, even if he ended up changing his mind tomorrow.

               She dropped the clothes she held and pressed her hands to his chest, grabbing two fist fulls of his haori. She leaned in to kiss him once more and his response was immediate this time. His free hand wrapped around her waist and pressed into her lower back until she was flush against him. As their mouths continued moving against each other the kiss started to feel more needy and less innocent. She pushed her body into his, loving the feeling of how close they were.  She released his haori in favor of wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her hands in his soft hair. He let out a small groan as her tummy rubbed along something hard while adjusting. Soon they were both pulling back, breathing heavily and looking more aroused than shy now.

“Kyo..” she panted, the words causing their lips brushed against each other due to proximity. She didn’t miss the small twitch in his pants at the new nickname either. “I might have a crush on you.”

She felt the chuckle rumble in his chest at the same time it passed his lips. “Is that so?” He asked, rhetorically.  

“Maybe.” She joked back giving him a quick peck for emphasis.

His hand slid from her lower back to cup her ass and hold her body tighter against him. She gasped in surprise. “I’m quite sure I have a crush on you, ____. Tengen was right about that too, I have wanted you since the moment we met.”

“It’s not just because I make sweet potatoes when you come over is it?” She giggled hoping the humor would ease her nerves.

“Well, that definitely was a plus! But..” Kyojuro’s eyes changed then, the warmth they always held seeming to get hotter, more lustful. “Tengen always said the whole time we were eating I looked more interested in tasting you than the food.” Damn Tengen.

               The sultry remark caught her so off guard she could only gape with wide eyes, earning another laugh from the flame haired man. “You seemed so brave just moments ago! Surely you don’t think I’d really devour you, my flame.” The constant shift between normal playful kyojuro and the flirty lustful kyojuro was doing nothing to calm her beating heart.

“I don’t think I’d stop you.” She finally confessed with a small laugh. “I just hope I’d be to your liking I guess!”

               “My dear,” Kyojuro said nuzzling against her neck and whispering in her ear. “I’m sure you’ll be absolutely delicious.” He gently licked her neck and she let out a loud half gasp half moan just from the sheer eroticism of the gesture. He pressed a rough kiss to the side of her neck and began leaving a trail of licks and bites downward, pausing when he reached a spot that made her jump and shudder, making sure to nip and suck that area. There had been times when Tengen caught his friend gazing almost longingly at his student as she trained across the grounds. Usually, he chose those moments to randomly mention what new sexual escapades he had tried out with his wives, insisting to his friend that he should try them himself once he had time. And no matter how much Kyojuro had insisted he wouldn’t have time let alone a female to do such things with, Tengen would always flash him a knowing grin and insist that he was certain Kyojuro would thank him for the advice later.   Damn Tengen, he was right yet again. Kyojuro likely would have been much less sure of himself without the (albeit initially unwanted) advice that was constantly stuffed into his mostly innocent head.                “Kyojuro.” She whimpered continuing to stroke his fluffy red and blonde hair. She’d always wanted to feel his hair, so wild and untamed and beautiful. Her tummy once again pressed and rubbed against the stiffness in his pants as she squirmed under his affections. A soft growl answered her and he pulled back from her neck, slamming his mouth back into hers. This kiss was all passionate and heat. She shyly licked his bottom lip and he immediately opened, tongue slipping out to play with hers. She felt it brush against every section of her mouth as he tilted his head to deepen it further. The feeling of his warm tongue leaving trails of saliva as it worked against hers was enough to build a needy sensation between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, this time purposely moving against his hardening length.

               She moaned into his mouth, wanting him to know how much she enjoyed this, enjoyed him. She wanted him to know he was doing an amazing job. Clearly motivated, Kyojuro’s hand slipped under her skirt without a second thought.  She felt his thumb drag over the hemline of her panties feeling down her ass until his fingertips got to a particularly wet spot. Gently he pushed his fingers against the soaked cotton and felt a heady rush spread through him. A strange thought started to cloud his mind: ‘Mine. She’s dripping wet for me. All this for me.” The hashira wasn’t used to feeling so possessive over a person, but he couldn’t deny that despite knowing better, the thoughts felt right. She was his.

               Again, the kiss broke with them both panting for breath. She took a step back and Kyojuro’s lustful eyes filled with worry. Did she not agree? Was she changing her mind?  Gently, ____ took his hands and led him further into the room toward the bed. His worry turned to curiosity, but he said nothing, waiting to see what happened next.                His eyes were so alluring, ____ hadn't even realized she'd made it to the bed until the back of her knees met the side and she tumbled backwards. Kyojuro chuckled at her clumsiness before leaning over her, his hands landing on either side of her head and caging her in. Not that she had any intention of escape. “Normally, I would insist on courting the woman I’m interested in first. But, it would be foolish to pass up the chance to finally taste you. Especially after learning you have no objections to it.” Kyojuro grinned. Damn if he could get any sexier, having the moon highlight his features as he bent over her telling her he wanted to taste her was definitely hard to beat.

“What if I’m gross.” She tried to joke but her voice came out a flustered squeak.

“As I said before my flame, I’m positive you taste delicious. Shall we test my theory?”

               “O-okay.”  She bit her bottom lip as he leaned forward, propping himself up on one arm as he let his weight settle against her. His free hand gently pulled her bottom lip from her teeth and dragged his tongue across it. His hands began carefully working open the buttons on her uniform as he continued kissing her. However, ____ was quite hot and bothered at this point and her yearning to have less clothes between them made her unable to wait any longer. She reached between them and began finishing the last few buttons herself.

He laughed at this. “You always were a bit impatient.”

She blushed. “Maybe you should work on yours instead!”

He tilted his head as though considering the suggestion before sitting up and carefully shrugging off his haori and undoing the buttons of his uniform. ____ pressed her thighs tighter together and resisted the urge to rub them against each other as her mind latched onto the fact that she was about to see Kyojuro shirtless. Maybe even pants less. Hell. He was about to see her-

               Her mind blanked as the shirt came off and she looked over his body. His tight abs and stomach, scars sprinkled across his frame telling stories of age-old battles, the window behind her letting moonlight highlight every ripple of every muscle as he moved to set his shirt aside. Damn he was gorgeous. Her eyes trailed all the way down until it landed on his uniform pants and the obvious bulge there. She hadn’t even realized she’d finished the last button on her own shirt until he gently reached over and pushed the remaining fabric aside, exposing her breasts. His intense gaze made her squirm, but before she could move to cover herself his hand cupped one soft mound. The roughness of his palm moving against her hard nipple caused her to whimper and arch her back further into his hand without thinking. His eyes were half lidded now as if hypnotized by such a reaction. He began gently kneeding the soft skin, slowly getting rougher to tease more sounds out of her. “You’re so beautiful ____.” He breathed. Then he pinched the nipple and gently rolled it between his fingers. “K-Kyojuro!” she moaned from beneath him. Her hand came up to cover his but rather than pull him away she pressed it closer, loving the feel of him touching her. That was all the encouragement he needed. Suddenly Kyojuro was leaning forward and pulling her other nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue tracing sticky warm circles around the bud as he sucked away. He braced himself on his knees so he could place his other hand on her waist, forcefully pinning her down to stop her desperate grinding against him. The gesture was dominating, and paired with the rough suckling he was doing she could feel a gush of liquid spill out from her sex. He finally released with an audible pop and panted as he glanced up at her.  Kyojuro was already attracted to ____, but seeing her with flushed cheeks and eyes full of pure lust made the slayer desire her all the more. He wanted to fill her with the burning need that he’d had to conceal every time he looked at her. He wanted her to need him, to know that she would spend the rest of her life wanting him to pleasure her. To know that any time her sweet and delicate fingers coaxed an orgasm from her during nights she didn’t have to be on missions, it was to thoughts only of him. Just like he’d been doing for almost as long as he’d known her.. With this goal in mind, Kyojuro leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips once more, then trailed them down her chest and to her other tit. The rough pad of his tongue rasped against the hard bud, the lines of saliva instantly cooling the second his tongue was off the spot. He gently nibbled and sucked, and ____ swore she felt the sensation in her core. She whimpered and moaned tugging the slayers hair, but he refused to stop until he was satisfied. Again, he released with an audible popping sound, a smile playing at his lips. “You make the most amazing noises, my flame.”

               Something about being praised for something so dirty had ____ ready to invite him to jump straight to fucking her. This must have shown on her face somehow, or perhaps Kyojuro was just extremely perceptive being a hashira and all. His smile turned from adoration to something more sultry.. “My dear..” He started in a teasing tone, eyes alight with mischief. “Do you enjoy being told what good a job you’re doing?”

“I..” She looked away unable to meet his eyes with such an embarrassing question.

He kissed her neck and slid a hand down her bare stomach to the base of her skirt and began tugging it upwards. “You’re so soft.” He said in a low sexy voice. “And you make such lovely sounds.” His hand cupped her dripping pussy and she gasped. He slowly said her name as he rubbed his hand back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her clit. “You’re so wet.” He murmured pressing his fingers against the material of her panties, right above the opening to her dripping sex. She moaned much louder than before and grinded into his hand. “Do you like that love? Do you enjoy when I touch you?” He asked repeating the action.

“Yes!” She whined, not caring how slutty she sounded. Kyojuro gently pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed in small circles. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for some time. Tell me, how badly do you want me to keep touching you? Just. Like. This.” Kyojuro slipped two fingers inside the thin fabric of her panties and rubbed them up and down the slit, coating them in her juices. “Kyo!” She squeaked as her legs reflexively closed around his hand.

               “Open.” The words left his mouth before he’d even realized he said them. They were commanding and he almost apologized for how forceful he sounded, that is until he watched her open up for him looking even more turned on. Realizing the power he had over you stirred something in him. It wasn’t in his nature to take advantage of anyone, but in this case he was more willing to make an exception, especially since you seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. “More.” He challenged. You spread your legs wider for him and he stared down at your soaked panties and his slick fingers, which were still pressed against your entrance. The intimate sight made him drunk with lust. Without hesitation he slipped both fingers into you. You cried out grabbing his forearm as your body jerked, your legs shook but you didn’t dare close them. “Good girl.” He murmured watching you twitch and spasm. He began working his fingers in and out of you as he slowly picked up speed. Your cries got louder and more desperate and he was torn between watching them plunge in and out of your messy pussy or staring into your gorgeous eyes as you lost yourself to pleasure. “You’re so beautiful.” He said softly. He meant it, you were amazing in every way.

               A noise on the other side of the house reminded Kyojuro that they weren’t alone. Quickly he moved his free hand to cover your mouth, at the same time he began curling his fingers inside you hitting a sensitive spot.  He loved the way your body writhed against him, and he found himself unconsciously grinding half against the bed and half against your leg. He leaned into you, feeling your walls constantly tightening and pulling him back in every time he started to pull out. So soft, so hot, so wet. And of course he told you as much. His mouth right by your ear as he told you how good you felt and how pleased he was that your body seemed to crave having him inside you. How he intended to ruin you. How even when he’d dreamed of you pinned underneath him, he’d never realized just how good it’d feel when it happened. You wanted to beg for him not to stop, to ruin you as he promised, to let you cum as you so desperately needed at that moment, but he kept his hand over your mouth as he whispered his sinful praise and fantasies into your ears; all you could do was moan and whine in response.                It all became too much, and you felt that building pressure release, coating his fingers in your juices. He pulled back and looked down, staring in reverence at the mess he’d caused and slowly bringing his fingers to his mouth. His tongue licked up all traces of your release and he gently sucked his fingers for good measure as he savored the flavor of you. “Tasty.” He said more to himself than you. His eyes flickered to your embarrassed ones briefly before pulling your panties all the way off. Before you could realize what he was planning his face was already buried between your legs. You felt the broad side of his tongue press against the mess of your slit and leave long stripes of saliva, occasionally swirling around and sucking your clit before delving into your core. His hands pinned your writhing hips to the bed determined not to let you rush what he craved for so long. “Kyojuro!” You cried in a mix of shock, embarrassment, and ecstasy.                Kyojuro moaned himself, the taste of you on his tongue enough to drive him insane. He moved onto plunging his tongue into your pussy, sucking and lapping at the juices that leaked out. Every now and then announcing “Tasty” as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

               He felt you clenching as he rolled his tongue inside you and got an idea. He slipped one hand off your hips and pushed two fingers back inside you, this time scissoring you open as he ate you out. The way you moaned and pleaded above him, your sweet taste, knowing you were in his house, in his bed (well, maybe not his but close enough) Kyojuro couldn’t help himself as he shamelessly grinded into the bed, the friction enough to start building his own release.

               Above him you continued to whine, plead, and chant his name like a prayer. He was barely listening, too busy chasing both your highs. Finally he felt you start spasming and knew you were about to give him yet another mouthful of your delicious cream. He couldn’t help but moan against your sex as he felt you start to tip, and that was enough to send you over the edge completely. He loudly slurped and licked his fill of you as you came hard against his lips.

               Panting he sat up and you had a full view of his glistening mouth. You licked your lips and gestured for him to come up to you. He did and you two shared another passionate kiss, his tongue dipping straight into your mouth eager to share his new favorite flavor. Then he felt your hands slip into his pants. He couldn’t stop the loud guttural moan that came from him as you carefully wrapped your hands around his thick cock and began to gently pump. Kyojuro’s hips immediately bucked into your hands letting loose another groan.

“Off.” Your desperate voice didn’t have to say much more than that, Kyojuro immediately sat up and started tugging his pants down, his cock springing free in full glory. You stared at it. Long, thick and slightly intimidating. Then you remembered the wonderful torture he’d just put you through and got an idea. “Can you lay down Kyo?” You asked without looking up.

“O-of course.” He said clearly flustered with the attention despite the actions he just committed. Once he was on his back, you kneeled next to him, you felt his eyes rake over your body and watched his cock bob as he became increasing aroused by whatever he was thinking.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were doing here, but you were willing to try. You leaned forward before Kyojuro could stop you and sucked on the tip of his cock. “A-a-ah.” A breathy moan passed his lips and he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Y-you don’t have too­­—”

You pushed your head down taking more of him into your mouth and sucking. The tip of your tongue glided up and down his shaft as you pulled him deeper. You could taste the precum that had begun leaking from his tip, and when his hips reflexively jerked upward, forcing more into your mouth you moaned carefully taking it in while your hands moved to hold him still. Meanwhile above you, Kyojuro’s words had devolved into a desperate symphony of grunts and groans. The hand on your shoulder tightened, though not painfully so, but you did have to apply more pressure to hold him down. The sounds of him panting your name above you spurred you on the same way your sounds had spurred him. You loved knowing how easily you could unravel him. “Love p-please .” Kyojuro groaned. You slowly pulled your mouth off him, a wet popping sound filling the air as suction broke and remaining saliva trickled from tip to base. You looked up at him and Kyojuro was ready to hold you down and stuff you full of his cock at the sight. Your full lips wet with spit and pre-cum as your big bright eyes stared up at him from behind his erection. An erection that had just been inside that innocent little mouth of yours.

“Does..does it feel okay?”

It took several seconds for Kyojuro to process what you were asking. “Of course love, you feel wonderful, but-“

That was all you needed to hear. Knowing you were on the right track, you decided to press on. Your hand wrapped snuggly around his base and you began jerking him off as you teased his tip with your tongue. Immediately Kyojuro was back to loudly moaning your name and writhing in your grasp. He tried not to force himself down your throat, he really did. But fuck if you weren’t wearing his resolve thin. The strangled whimper that escaped you as you sucked and licked up the precum oozing from his tip was the final straw for him. He sat up and roughly pulled you up to him.

“Hey! I wasn’t-” He slammed his mouth into yours as his hands continued to hook under your thighs and lift you until you were straddling him. Once he had you settles, he pulled back and stared into your eyes. “I need you ___.” He said against your lips. He reached down lining himself up with your entrance without ever looking away. “I can’t wait anymore, I want so badly to be inside you my flame.”

Just hearing those words were orgasmic enough, there wasn’t a chance in hell you would turn Kyojuro down. Even if he was rather large and you were pretty sure this wasn’t going to be an easy fit. Still, “I want you too Kyo.” You murmured against his lips. “I want you inside me.”

Kyojuro smiled. “I’ll try to be gentle, I promise.” You felt his tip rub up and down your opening, your juices flowing over his tip and helping to ease his entering. He carefully slid further into you and placed a hand on your waist to ease you down. At first you groaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to push yourself further. “Patience love,” He whispered in you ear as he leaned his head onto your shoulder. A moment later it hit a point where it was starting to be a little uncomfortable, and then it became somewhat painful as your body stretched further than it was used to accommodate him. The next whimper was pained and you tried to breathe through it as he continued easing you down before pausing to give you time to adjust. “You’re doing amazing my dear. Just relax, I promise it’ll feel good.” “H-how far..?” Your voice was shaking slightly as you asked.

“About half way.” He answered simply.

“Half?!” The shock in your voice made him laugh despite himself and he kissed your shoulder. “Yes, half.” He confirmed, a note of pride in his voice. Once you’d had time to relax again, he continued pulling you down until you were mostly seated in his lap. Kyojuro felt his tip brushing your cervix, something he thought was interesting as he still had another half an inch to go at least, but he could work with that. Perhaps you’d be able to take him more as your body got used to him. He wasn’t all that familiar with the female body. What he did know was that despite the guilty of knowing you were in pain, it still took everything in him not to slam you down on his cock as you wiggled and whimpered while your body gripped him full force. Clearly whether you were ready or not, your body was already inclined to milk every last drop from him, and who was he to deny it? Instead of giving into that temptation ,he gently stroked your hair and kissed your neck. It wasn’t too much longer before he felt your grip on him loosen slightly and you experimentally rock your hips into him. “____” He grunted against your ear. “You feel so fucking good.” You paused, the sound of Kyojuro cursing was surprising and unexpected enough to make you giggle a little. That giggle was cut off abruptly when you felt him gently lift you a couple of inches before slamming you down onto his cock. The force causing you to yelp in a mix of pained shock and arousal. Then he leaned back meeting your eyes and offering you an innocent smile. “You asshole.” You breathed not buying it for a second.

“What terrible language for a lady.” He chuckled kissing you briefly before immediately slamming you onto his cock a second time. Your hands tangled in his hair and your tongue dipped into his mouth as he continued pounding into you. You were practically drooling into his mouth as he bounced you on his dick faster and faster. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you were hitting your second orgasm of the night, and you began moving in time with him, allowing him to hit even deeper. You gasped as he hit a spot that had you seeing stars, and immediately he aimed to hit that perfect spot over and over again. He felt your walls desperately clenching around him and broke the kiss. “Go ahead love, cum for me.”

“Kyo..juro.” Your nails dug into his shoulders; your body torn between pulling away from the intense pleasure-pain of him slamming into you, or giving into it completely.

“I’m right here love,” He answered starting to feel himself reaching his own climax. “Come on, cum for me. I wanna hear that sweet voice of yours scream my name as I get you nice and full of my seed.”

And he got exactly that, you screamed his name as you came hard around his throbbing cock, but he didn’t stop there of course. Kyojuro continued thrusting into you, his words slurring and stuttering into curses and chants of your name as his body tensed moments before his own release came. Initially, he had planned to pull out, but with you in his lap and your arms still wrapped tightly around him, he’d completely forgotten that part of the plan. You felt spurts of hot semen pour into you, Kyojuro holding you the whole time. He might feel bad about not asking before cumming inside you later, but in the moment he felt almost exhilarated at the thought of you being so incredibly full of him. So much so that he didn’t want to pull out at all, he wanted to stay right where he was and make sure your body held every drop he’d given you. Besides, you were his and he was yours. Your body was basically made for this.

As he felt your muscles relax and your body slump however, he was reminded that you were very likely exhausted after the day’s events. Reluctantly, he carefully slid out of you and gently rolled you both until you were lying on the bed beneath him. Your face looked perfectly relaxed now, albeit very tired. You watched him with half lidded eyes, still feeling the afterglow of the sex. He smiled down at you, brushing your loose hair behind your ear. “You know,” He said as he lifted the blankets to cover your naked form. “I really had only come to bring you clothes earlier.”

You both laughed at this and soon enough you were both sound asleep. ----------------------------------- The next day you two were up and preparing to travel to Tokyo for your next mission. Preparations were going smoothly until a certain flashy crow met you both just outside the Rengoku estate. “A letter for Rengoku! A letter for Rengoku!” You immediately recognized Tengen’s crow and couldn’t help but be nosy when Rengoku opened the small parchment the bird had brought. Peeking at the letter, you saw it only had a single sentence on it:

“So, did she set your heart ablaze?” [A/n : Something about brotherly Tengen just makes my heart happy lmao.]

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Savanaclaw: Pocky Game

Alright, let’s freaking go! Savanaclaw next bby! I got like three friends who simp hardcore for Leona, so I made his part a bit more suggestive. Hope y’all like this addition though, because it was fun to write!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.  Content Warning: Leona’s part is a bit suggestive.

Savanaclaw: Pocky Game

Apparently, no matter what world you end up in, there will always be some delicious biscuit coated in chocolate that comes in a stick form. You discovered it one lovely day when shopping for some snacks at Sam’s, and the moment you noticed them, you grabbed several boxes. They were a delicious treat, but there was something else you wanted to do with them. You chuckled as you got home, putting the bag down and grabbing your phone, messaging a certain someone if they wanted to hang out and have snacks.

“Hey, henchman!” Grim said, crawling onto the counter and going through the bags of snacks and other miscellaneous groceries you two needed for the week, “Did you get my tuna?” he said before pulling out a box of pocky, “Oh, what's this?”

“They’re pocky, and you’re not allowed to eat them all. I bought plenty of boxes. You can have one, but the rest are mine.” You said, knowing that Grim would certainly steal more than one box. He opened it up and took a bite, humming at the taste before going to scarf the entire box down. You just sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. He went to snag another box, and you didn’t have the heart to stop him.

You felt your phone buzzing and checked it, seeing you got confirmation for snacks and chill. You chuckled, grabbing two boxes and stashing them in your coat pocket as you started to get ready to head out, “Grim, I’m heading out. Please unload the groceries…your tuna is in one of the bags.” You said, gesturing to the small pile. Grim perked up, deciding to just tear through them until he got what he wanted.

“Whatever you say, henchman!” Grim said, not bothering to ask where you’re going.

“Aaaaaaand?” You trailed off, wanting him to give you a proper answer.

“I’ll do the groceries…” Grim said, and you hummed another ‘and?’ at him. “Aaaaaand thank you for the tuna,” he finally said. With that, you grabbed your house keys and began making your way over to Savanaclaw.

Leona Kingscholar

You knew for a fact that Leona wasn’t going to greet you at the doors of the dorm, so you made your way through the halls of Savanaclaw until you came to his room. You didn't even bother knocking, knowing he might’ve fallen right back asleep after responding to your message. True to nature, you saw him being lazy on his bed.

“Leona!” You shouted, getting his attention. You watched his ears perk up in annoyance, as he let out a low growl. He moved his face to look at you, shooting you a glare. You laughed, walking over and sitting at the edge of the bed.

“What did you want, herbivore?” He growled out. You grabbed the snacks from your pockets and tossed them onto the bed. He looked over at them then back over at you, “Why’d you bring this?”

“Did you seriously forget about the text I sent you, like ten minutes ago asking to come over and share snacks?” You asked, crossing your legs as you looked down at the lion. You watched Leona getting into a sitting position as his eyes narrowed.

“I don’t have my phone on me.” he said and it clicked in your mind. He seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he sighed, “It was Ruggie…”

“Yup, probably…you still wanna have some snacks and play a game with me?” You asked, waving the pocky in front of him. He growled again before snatching the snacks out of your hand. You chuckled at his grumpy demeanor, knowing how much he hated to be interrupted during his naps. He looked it over before tossing it back at you.

“I don’t want any.” Leona said and you frowned.

“Fine, guess I’ll ask Ruggie to play the pocky game with me. He’d be more fun to kiss anyway.” You said, starting to get up from the bed. That’s when you felt Leona’s hand wrapped around your wrist and you knew you got the lion.

“The what game?” He asked, seemingly a bit more interested now. That was all you needed as you sat back down and opened the box and placed one of them at your mouth. You leaned closer to Leona, urging him to take the other end, “You came here to play a kissing game?” He asked and you nodded. Leona just sighed before attaching his lips to the other end.

The game was over in a flash as you felt Leona’s lips on your own. His hand came over to caress the back of your head, pulling you closer and not letting you leave as he nibbled on your bottom lip. You felt his tongue against your own as he pried cute little whimpers from you, the lewd smacking noises filling the otherwise quiet room.

Your hands came over and bunched up in his shirt, trying to steady yourself. Leona wasn’t having any of it as he pushed you down against the mattress. His lift left yours as he placed a kiss against your neck, “Screw the game, we don’t need it.”

Ruggie Bucchi

If you knew anything about Ruggie, it would be the fact that he never turned down an opportunity to get free snacks. So it wasn’t shocking when you came over to Savanaclaw and he was waiting for you in the common room. It was empty for the most part as he sat on one of the cushions. His tail swayed, lazily behind him as he waited; Ruggie perked up once he finally could see you.

“So, whatcha bring me?” He chuckled as you got yourself comfortable on the cushion next to him. Before you could dig through your pockets, you felt Ruggie placing his hands in them, pulling out what you brought. You laughed at his eagerness, but let him since you were pretty used to it. Ruggie also never passed up an opportunity to be close to you, so this just made sense in your relationship. Besides, he had definitely grabbed things from your pockets more than once.

He inspected the box in his hands, looking it over before opening it up and grabbing one of them out. He nibbled on the end before deciding he liked it, “This all you brought?” He asked, going back for another.

“Yup, I brought them since they used to be one of my favorite snacks back in my world. Wanted to share them with you…also ask if you wanted to play the pocky game with me.” You said as you opened another flavor.

“Pocky game? Does the winner get all the snacks?” he asked, pausing in his eating. You shook your head.

“I mean…they kinda get the better end of the snack.” You quickly explained the rules to the game and Ruggie seemed to like the idea. He grabbed one of the sticks and put it into his mouth. He then managed to wiggle his eyebrows at you, urging you to take the other end.

You did a quick once over of the room, noting that there was only one or two students, and they weren’t much caring about what you guys were doing. It was still a bit embarrassing, but you decided to just go for it. You put the other end in your mouth and began nibbling.

You didn’t even make it halfway before you could feel Ruggie’s lips on your own. It was short and sweet and when he pulled back, he couldn’t help but snicker.

“Looks like I won.” Ruggie said and you huffed.

“This round…we gonna go for another?” You asked and Ruggie hummed before leaning in and grabbing the edges of your jacket. He pulled you in for another quick kiss.

“Nah, I found something even sweeter.”

Jack Howl

Jack waited in the hall of mirrors when you entered, causing you to pause. You expected him to maybe wait at the dorms, but not the hall of mirrors. He looked over, giving you a sweet smile, “Ah, there you are. Thought I’d walk with you. I was just coming back from a workout.” Jack said; true to his words, he was still in his PE uniform. You had to stop yourself from looking at his arms and how the muscles were bulging out. It was truly unfair how he was able to get so muscular.

“Thanks Jack…did you want to go to your dorm or my own then?” You knew sometimes Jack got annoyed in his dorm, mainly by how rambunctious some of the students were. He didn’t dislike them, but sometimes he wanted some peace and quiet.

“We can go to yours…sorry I probably should’ve just told you through text.” Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Nah, it’s all good. Come on, I’m pretty sure Grim ate all his tuna and is a food coma by now. You said, walking back out into the world. You guys arrived at Ramshackle and Jack opened the gate for you. Once you two were inside, you quickly made sure the fireplace was burning and sat down on the couch. You pulled out the snacks and handed him a box.

“These are what I wanted to share.” You explained, opening one of the boxes up, “They were a popular snack back where I used to live.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had one of these before.” Jack said, opening his own box. He had grabbed the banana one, taking a bit and deciding the flavor wasn’t bad. He wasn’t about to eat an entire box himself, but it was an enjoyable treat.

“They were so popular back in my world that there was an entire day dedicated to them, especially the pocky game.” At that, you quickly explained the rules, “Sadly I never got to actually play it before.”

Jack paused and looked over the snack. You could see the start of a blush coating his cheeks as he debated before grabbing a stick out, “We could play?” he offered and you perked up. You got closer to Jack and took the stick from his hand. You put it against his lips and waited for him to take one end in his mouth.

You quickly grabbed the other one and began nibbling away. Jack was slower than you expected, probably from nerves, but you managed to get most of it down before you could feel his slightly chapped lips against your own. You hummed into the kiss, lingering there for a moment longer than you should’ve before pulling away.

“Just as fun as I had always hoped…can we play again?” You asked hopefully. Jack paused, his eyes wide and cheeks darker than they normally were. He then swallowed a lump in his throat and shot you a smile.

“We can play as much as you want.”

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