#togo shiba x reader

[simpsarcade]

this is my first fic in this blog, yay I guess. listen I think Shiba is very cool and very hot and I like it when cool and hot guys are pathetic, this is my excuse. btw this was supposed to be under 1k, I fucked up

summary. the danger of keeping a fling going is when your heart begins to yearn for more. and for one whose life was so full of chaos as Shiba's was, yearning feels even heavier.

pairing. Shiba Togo x reader

wordcount. 2.7K

warnings. nsfw (piv, unprotected sex, creampie), sorta angst too

rainy day.

There were days that were good, days that were bad, and days where the pressure of everything felt so heavy Shiba felt his body ache and yearn for a respite he knew he couldn't grant it. Awful shit. And the rain pouring over the windshield of his car helped nothing in that, only making the day feel more oppressive. Not even the beer in his hand was doing the trick today.

He knew he shouldn't drink when he was the only person he could count on to drive himself home. But he didn't have the energy to care today. It really was one of those days. And where he'd driven himself here to try to find some solace for his tired flesh, he wasn't really finding any.

No, he was actually finding the opposite.

Sitting in his parked car, windows closed, beer in hand, Shiba felt like a loser. His dark gaze glared at the rearview mirror, boring holes in the poor thing as he watched the reflection distorted by droplets of water. In the image he found you, laughing under an umbrella, an umbrella held by some man he'd never seen. Pathetic, now he was moping over a woman he didnt even have anything with - technically.

You were someone Shiba had known since before the war. Never close, but never that far. Always in the surroundings of his social circles, on the periphery of whatever had taken hold of his life at the moment. But recently, by whichever trick of fate, you'd gotten closer. Physically much closer.

Physically being the keyword. It was a casual sex sort of thing. You were hot, and you were tired of getting embroiled in romantic drama for middling sex. He didn't really find much of a way to build a relationship in his chaotic life, but he still needed the sweet relief for his tired body. It was good enough. Simple enough. Until it wasn't.

Truth be told when the war ended Shiba hoped at some point things could slow down and he could settle down a bit. Maybe find love for himself. Hell, even Kunishige managed to have a kid, why couldn't he? It's not like he was ugly or unlikeable. But it just never happened, he never managed to slow down enough for it to happen. First being in the Kamunabi, then not being in the Kamunabi, and the horrible fate that befell Kunishige, and the realistic kind Chihiro's whole thing.

His luck fucked him over and he never found respite, never settled down, never made a home in the arms of someone he loved. On most days this didn't really bother him, but there was always a bad day. Shiba knew he should have killed this romantic dream long ago, and he thought he did, but the damn thing refused to die. Like a cockroach, it clung to the shadowy corners and resurfaced when it was most inconvenient.

So now he was here, watching you laugh and smile as you chat with some guy, shoulders touching together while you both try to fit under the umbrella. It takes a second but your laughter dies down, you recover your breath and say something to him before stepping out from under the umbrella. Shiba follows you with his eyes as you run to the other side of the street, leaving the mirror's view, and the man turns around and does the same. Turning his head he finds you, stepping into your building, door closing behind shortly.

He feels pathetic, but he still finishes his drink and gets ready to go knock on your door and pretend he is fine. You really are never so low that you can't sink further. Or so he guesses.

"Saw your car out front, were you waiting for me?" You ask, tone playful as you offer him a beer, the both of you leaning on your kitchen counter.

"Oh," he laughs, taking the beer even though he knows she shouldn't, but that's just one of the things he shouldn't. "Figured you'd be home by now, but I guess I should've texted first."

"Usually, yeah, but with this weather and how I didn't have an umbrella, I decided to try and wait to see if the rain would slow down," you shrug, taking a swing of your bottle.

"The picture of preparedness, huh?" He shoots at you, laughing when you glare and scowl at him in annoyance. "You could have just asked me for a ride," he shrugs.

"Pfffff," you laugh out loud, throwing your head back. "Shiba, you and I both know you are always busy, always up to something. So I'd rather not bother you."

Your look is light and playful, but he still feels a sting on the back of his head. So he just shakes his head, taking a long drink from his beer to try and keep his face from sulking. He has got a beautiful woman in front of him, he is getting laid tonight, he gotta keep the spirits up.

"You got me," he raises his hands and smirks, "but the intention is what matters. But at least you found a way to hitchhike someone's umbrella. Who was that guy anyway?"

"A friend from work. A great dude, really, and lucky for me he lives a couple blocks down. Otherwise, I'd have to walk in the rain and get here drenched," you groan, clutching the counter as you dip your head back.

Shiba watches you as he drinks, letting his eyes trace the outline of your neck, from your chin to the neckline of your shirt. Suddenly the mental image of you, drenched head to toe, flashes before his eyes, and if he had a say, it doesn't look so bad. No, far from it, it's downright enticing.

"Why you asking, tho? Now, that seems a little jealous, huh, Shiba?"

He snaps back to reality, realizing that while he was fantasizing, you had straightened your posture, squinted eyes shooting right into his soul. He felt like a deer in headlights, a criminal caught red handed. And so he did the only thing he could - laugh to try and hide how guilty he was.

"You are seeing things," he tries to give you his best playful smile, watching the mean glint in your eyes as you drink from your bottle again. "I'm just nosy, that's all," Shiba shrugs, laughing again, and you seem to buy it. It's enough for him.

“Well, then,” you finish your beer and cut through his laugh, voice lower and smoother, moving in closer to him, nearly locking him against the kitchen counter, “you didn’t just come here to check up on me, did you?”

There is a glint of playful malice in your eyes that matches the dripping lust in your tone. For a moment a voice in his mind says that maybe he did, that he wanted to see you, that he came seeking a solace beyond sexual pleasure. But he brushes it aside, not like he would have the guts to tell you the truth.

So Shiba just smiles back, matching your energy, finishing his drink before sneaking one arm around your waist, the other pushing him off of the counter. His lips falls to yours in a dance he has mapped in his brain, just as much as the path to your bedroom. It’s all force of habit now, a rhythm he knows better than the beating of his heart.

It’s only when he pushes you into the bed that Shiba dares to break the kiss, but only for a moment as his eyes take you in. You looked gorgeous, work clothes, messy hair. That was how he usually found you when he came seeking your warmth. The magic of the sight didn’t fade even as he got used to it. Worse, it became like an addiction, he started seeking it more and more, playing the dangerous game of turning this casual thing into a habit.

But he can’t give himself time to think, so he doesn’t dare taking too long to drink in the view, quickly sinking back into your mouth, locking you between him and the bed. You throw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, bodies emanating heat despite the clothes in the way as your kisses grow hungrier and sloppier.

You make out in the soft bed, Shiba’s hands squeezing your flesh through the fabric, your thighs rubbing against the crotch of his pants as you squirm under him. Outside, the cold rain still washes over the city, the sound of water droplets drumming against the windows, filling the background. But inside it’s hot, your bodies generating more than enough heat to keep you both warm.

It doesn’t take long for Shiba to start wanting more, more of your smell, your heat, the contact with your skin. His hands start pulling your clothes away just as you tug at the buttons of his shirt, both freeing each other from the thin layers that separate you, clothes hazardly tossed onto the floor as he climbs on top of you, pulling out his boxers. The moment his cock is free, you lift your hips and rub your pussy against it, coating his hard length in your wetness as your arms pull him closer down.

He brings his lips back to yours, locking you together in a kiss once more, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he aligns himself with your entrance. With one fluid motion Shiba pushes himself into your waiting pussy. You both shiver and moan into the kiss as he slides all the way in, sheathing himself balls deep into you, staying still for a moment as pleasure floods his mind.

Shiba breaks away from the kiss for a moment as he starts to move, grunting lowly at the feeling as his thick cock stretches your walls. You gasp in return, but pulls him by his neck back into a sloppy kiss, one which he is just far too happy to comply. Your bodies move in sync, sweat pooling where his skin touches yours, your arms locked around his shoulders and neck keeping him so terribly close.

It’s almost criminal the way your bodies fit together so well. That someone who should only be a casual fling can make his body feel so much ecstasy should be forbidden. You two move together in a sinful dance of hungry lips and roaming hands, your pussy sucking him back in every time he pulls out and making the most sinful wet noises whenever he sinks back to the hilt.

Messy kisses turn into moans and bites, roaming hands into sinking nails marking his skin a tender red as moves faster and faster. All pretense of thought getting lost as both of your minds reel from the pleasure, instincts taking over, driving you to move faster, harder, making it so that there is nothing in the room but you both, and the pleasure that makes you one.

This is a short lived respite, but Shiba laps at it without question.

Madness grips at his mind with the way your pussy tightens against his hard shaft with every thrust. He holds himself above you with one hand, the other roaming the already well know map of your curves, the shape of your body one he is sure he could never erase from his mind. You move in sync with him, fingers grazing over his worn out muscles, tracing the path from his broad shoulders to his strong chest.

You feel so incomprehensibly good around his cock, as if you were made for him, just for him. Shiba curses in a whisper above your mouth, biting and sucking at the tender flesh of your lips. By this point you two are barely even kissing, lips and tongues in a frenetic mess that grows wilder by the minute. You dig one hand into his hair, tugging at his locks, sending a jolt of electricity all over his body, bringing him even closer to the edge.

Your moans grow louder, legs locking around his hips, forcing him to move deeper and deeper, thrusting into you in wave like motions that have you both shuddering. It’s wrong how good you feel, how perfect your lips taste, how every noise you make shakes him to the core. The closer you get to your orgasm, the more desperate you get, and the more it reels him in too.

It doesn’t take too long for Shiba to start picking up his pace, chasing both of your orgasms with the voracious movements of his hips. The rhythm he sets has you whimpering and him grunting like a beast, his body snapping into yours with power as he fucks you fast and deep, continuously hitting your sweet spot. You are shuddering under him, crying out his name in ways that make his cock twitch and pulsate every time.

When your orgasm finally hits you your whole body tenses, pulling him even closer as you moan out his name loud and clear. Your walls tighten around Shiba, trying to milk his trembling erection, making him grunt and speed up, precum already leaking and mixing with your wetness. His thrusts are erratic as he kisses and bites at your neck, feeling the coil in his gut grow tighter and tighter until it snaps, white flooding his vision.

With a silent moan, Shiba sinks himself as deep as he can go. Sloppy sounds flood the room as he buries himself to the hilt as his cock spams inside you, flooding your pussy with thick ropes of white creamy cum. He is left breathless on top of you, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as you both feel exhausted and utterly shaken by the pleasure. If Shiba could be granted a wish, he’d wish to stay like this forever.

But he doesn't have forever, so he takes right now - for however long that lasts. You two still stay in bed for a while, naked and lost in the physical high. The room smells like sex and rain as a light silence reigns.

When you first speak it's to crack some joke, he laughs, enjoying the way you laugh along with him. The sound is music to his ears, just as much as the tone of your voice as you two chat, it's so comfortable and natural and it makes him feel at home. Oh, how he wishes he could stay like this, forget the past, and not worry about tomorrow.

"Ya know, by this point, you'd usually be leaving already. Ain't I holding you up from something?"

Your tentative question breaks his wishful thinking, making him turn to find your deep eyes set on him, gaze intense, brows furrowed. His heart breaks a little but he hides it. Maybe through all his wishing he forgot you might not want the same thing. It was just a fling after all.

"I mean," you pause for a second, eyes never leaving his, gaze boring holes in his soul, "shouldn't you be babysitting some vengeful teenager?"

Your voice is so quiet, it feels nearly hesitant. Shiba doesn't try to dwell on it too much though, at the end of the day you are right. He should leave, his daydreams matter very little when faced with reality. And the reality is that he can't stay - he shouldn't stay, lest he worsens his already wounded heart.

"Ah, that's true," he laughs, trying his best to make it reach his eyes. "Better get going, don't want Chihiro calling me out of the blue while I'm naked."

Shiba drinks in the sound of your giggles as he picks up his things. You watch like a hawk as he gets dressed, not even bothering to dress up or even cover yourself. You really were just comfortable like that - which made sense, you were at home. This was your home, and that's why he should leave.

"Shiba, make sure to come back again, okay?" You ask, just as he finishes dressing up and is ready to make his way out through a path he knows all too well. "Show up on the next rainy day, maybe you could even be the one to give me a ride this time?"

You wink with a smile and Shiba's heart skips a beat. Oh, the cruelty, and now you got him yearning for a dream again.

[otterlyfoolish]

No Smoking Indoors

(Shiba Togo x GN!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of war, Possibly OOC, not edited

Tags: Small Age Gap, unrequited crush, its like really subtle though

Word Count: 3k

Summary:

Cafe Haru Haru has all sorts of people. Typically, you'd usually find people that's skilled in combat visiting the most for work. So it really shouldn't surprise Shiba to see a fellow war veteran there.

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Café Haru Haru is a café. Obvious, right?

You can buy coffee, you can get tea, you can get some sweet treats if the owner remembered to restock it for that day, otherwise you can settle for some sort of fruit juice she has in a little fridge under the counter. (Which is most of the time, since she tends to snack on her own products.)

From the decoration, you might think that its kind of like a bar, but there's no alcohol being served there - the wine glasses on the shelves are mostly for decoration. You can tell by the dust on the shelves - it might have been used to serve drinks once, but now it sits there solely to reflect the warm lighting and any sunlight it catches. It's probably for the best considering the main purpose of the business though.

It's not just a café, because if it was, it would be out of business extraordinarily fast. The main function is that it connects sorcerers to paying clients, and collects a fee. Typically it's yakuza looking for a little more firepower (sometimes literally,) or some blood thirsty fool that doesn't know any other way of life.

With a ring of the bell from the front of the store, it lets the owner know that someone's come in, whether it's a client looking for some protection, or a violent guard dog, she welcomes them in with a idle smile, hoping that its something more exciting this time.

"Excuse us!" The man yells out, already treating the place like a second home as he saunters in, the younger man next to him following closely as he gives him a blank stare.

"Ah, Shiba." She dejects with something of a scowl, leaning on the counter with a slump in her shoulders. "I'm busy right now, sit down and I'll get to you." She waves at him dismissively then shoots Chihiro a warmer greeting: "Hey, you look cool today as well, Chihiro!" To which she get a slow nod of confusion in response. Shiba glances between the two of them, the preferential treatment clear as day.

The two of them sit down at the stools, staying quiet as they glance over to Hinao explaining the details of a job to another customer - this was uncommon, they've never really been around seeing her handle her customers.

The customer has been served a cup of coffee (something Shiba and Chihiro had to always make themselves), and sat silently at the counter, reading over information Hinao had handed them. With a small thank you from them, Hinao nodded and then walked away, greeting Shiba now.

"So! What do you need?" She asks, leaving her customer to their own devices as she slides over to her regulars, hands flat on the table. "Need another job, Shiba? I got a couple, you might like." She says, "or just checking up on intel?"

"Just dropping by Tokyo." He answers simply, "but while I'm here, thought I'd also just ask you, how's it going on that front?"

"Bad." She sighs, looking out the window with a shoulders slumped. "I got nothing. Nada."

"Ah." He mouths back, while Chihiro lowers his gaze towards the counter, his face remaining as stoic as ever. Shiba had a feeling that the teen was pretty disappointed at the news though. "Well, let me see the job listings then. I'll check it out if it sounds promising."

"Sure, just wait 'till they're done." Hinao nods back at him, putting her hands into her coat pocket, using her head to motion towards the only other person in the room. "They've got the nice juicy ones right now. 'course, I've other ones if you're looking for something easier for a old man like you."

Shiba ignores that last jab. "Huh, really?" He utters back in response with a eyebrow raised - usually Hinao tried to pair up the difficulty to the person so her customers wouldn't be disappointed. If they've got the 'juicy' ones, that meant that they've got the high-risk, high-reward offers.

She nods back at Shiba, about to say something more before her other customer placed the papers down on the counter, waiting patiently for Hinao to speak to them again with their hands folded on the counter. Shiba glanced over again towards them as Hinao walked back over, discussing the details with the sorcerer.

"I'd like to take this one, please." They say holding one in particular. Their voice made Shiba's ears perk up.

"Okay, I'll give them a call, and we can arrange a meeting sometime." Hinao says, marking it down in a little notepad under the counter before grabbing the pile of job offers, sliding it over to Shiba. He didn't catch it, seemingly frozen as he looked across the room, leaving Chihiro to stop the pile of paper before it hit the floor.

"Thank you." They nodded back in response to Hinao who walked over to the rotary phone, humming absentmindedly as she rung the customer, one hand in her coat pocket.

"Mr Shiba," Chihiro starts out, trying to get his attention as Shiba still seemed to be frozen in his seat.

"Huh? Yeah, what's up, Chihiro?" He snapped out of it, glancing back at him as Chihiro fixed the pile of paper.

"The job listings you asked for." Chihiro answered simply, putting them in front of Shiba in a neat pile.

"Ah, thanks." He nodded, then turned his face back to the other side, looking at the only other customer again. Chihiro joined in, blinking at the two of them with a blank expression, but it was obvious he was wondering why Shiba seemed so interested in this other person. Slowly, he moved his hand to rest on the hilt of Enten, his eyes narrowing in anticipation, glancing over to Hinao, and made some mental calculations in his mind.

There didn't seem to be anything unusual about them - they seemed to be a pretty normal person overall, so Chihiro isn't sure what Shiba is picking up on. He's just trying to follow Shiba's lead. Then, there was finally movement.

The person from across the room pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out as they waited for Hinao to finish the deal for them. At the sight of them taking out the little box, she narrowed her them and shooed them out of her store, motioning towards the 'NO SMOKING' sign.

They nodded, then slowly made their way out. They seemed to have expected to be ushered out of the room. Choosing to wait outside as Hinao stayed on the phone, still discussing the details with her client.

Shiba's eyes followed them as they walked past him and Chihiro, still not even bothering to give either of them a single glance as they pulled the door open and walked out, standing outside for their smoke.

Chihiro blinked in confusion, then moved his hands back to his sides.

Shiba was quick to move after this. "Chihiro, you stay here and look through the pile, I'm going to have a smoke." He says, getting up from the stool, readjusting his shirt to look messier as he walked out.

"Mr Shiba, you ran out of cigarettes." Chihiro answers back, watching him walk out the door without another word from him. Chihiro blinked at the sight of him walking up to the stranger before turning to the pile of paper on the counter and reading through it carefully like he was told to.

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"There's a first for everything, huh?" A masculine voice calls out to you as you light your cigarette. You already knew who it was, so you didn't bother looking up as you took a deep breath as you let him continue speaking. "Never seen you in trouble before."

He looked at you as you slid the lighter back into your pockets, your eyes lazily turning to him as you began smoking, leaning against the cold walls of Cafe Haru Haru. You've aged, he could tell, but at the same time you looked younger - it's probably because of the fact the dark eye bags he's used to seeing on your skin wasn't so prominent anymore, unlike the past. You don't look so tired - maybe you've finally been getting some peace at night.

"Mr Shiba," you rolled his name off your tongue as you finally lifted your head up, blowing out a cloud of smoke as you spoke. You don't sound too different. "You still follow strangers into dark alleyways. Break that nasty habit, why don't you?"

He scoffed slightly at your answer, "we're not strangers, don't address me so formally."

"Apologies," you nodded back at him as you stood a little to the side, letting him stand next to you in the narrow space. He took you up on your unspoken offer, standing opposite you, back against the other wall of another building. "Oi. You brat," you verbally slap him as you let him settle near you.

"You're not old enough to start calling me a brat either!" He retorted back, but you could tell that he doesn't really care about the way you address him. He's playing around. "We're not in war times anymore either, so you're not my superior."

Shiba doesn't get angry easily, the both of you know that there's worse things to get riled up over compared to this. You somewhat miss the days where he would show you something that's a little more of a normal reaction.

"I wasn't done speaking," you say, pulling the cigarette out your mouth to speak again. He stayed quiet after that, listening to you. "You were worrying the young man by staring at me like that," you murmured out, gazing up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Your eyes seemed to catch something, as you briefly looked down. "Oh for goodness...! Fix your clothes." You grumbled, putting your cigarette back into your mouth to free up your hands. They smoothed out his collared shirt, and you pulled his suspenders back into place. "Why don't you notice these things, Shiba?"

Damn you and the eyes on the back of your head. But your observant nature was also what he was betting on. "Sorry."

He had noticed, but he knew that nothing would happen, so he didn't bother giving Chihiro any form of commutation regarding you. Though, he should have really at least gave him a wave or something. "I was just making sure that it really was you."

"Hm." You flicked your eyes up at him, not really buying his answer but chose not to linger long on it. "He looks like a young Rokuhira. But with less peach fuzz."

"...Yeah." Shiba nodded at your words, his shoulders slumping slightly at your words. His tone changed as he spoke, you noticed but couldn't place what he was feeling in response to your statement. "He's grown up a lot."

Your eyes flick over to the street and then back over to him. "Nice swords he's got." You state, taking another deep breath of your cigarette. Nonchalantly as ever, Shiba thinks, as you don't bother seeing if you're crossing boundaries you shouldn't be. "I take it that one of them is..." You say, not finishing on purpose, and Shiba is forced to mentally retrack his last statement.

"Yep." He nodded firmly at your unfinished question. If this was anyone else, he might have to reconsider sharing this bit of information, but he knew that you wouldn't do anything with it - it would just betray everything he knew about you.

You blinked at him slowly, already understanding any implications about that statement. "...I see."

A small moment of silence fell between the two of you - he rested his back against the cold walls of the building behind him as he gave you more space to stand with him. You stared at him, watching him watch you, the two of you aware of how close you were but didn't want to move further apart either.

"I saw the little poster about the Hishaku Ms Hinao put up." You stated, looking at him in the eyes, already knowing that he was the one that requested for the information. You've never asked Hinao about who put it up, but judging by what you know right now and the time frame that poster went up on the corkboard, you took a small leap of faith. He stared back into yours, occasionally glancing down to the cigarette in between your lips. "I'll let you know if I hear anything about them."

"...Thanks. That would help." He says, now looking off to the side before slowly guiding his eyes back to you, tracing your features as he tries to read your expression. He wouldn't be surprised if you were disappointed in him - he had a feeling that Kunishige would be.

You stare back at him, not caring about the way his eyes never really left your face. "Be careful," You say to him, locking back onto his pupils as you breath out another small puff of smoke. He stays silent, no random interjections. "I know you probably don't want to, but guiding or helping teenagers to commit violence doesn't settle nicely on your soul." As you spoke, your voice grew quieter. "Don't put more on your conscience if you can help it. The both of you."

...Huh. Shiba thought for sure you'd scold him for letting Chihiro do this. There was a part of him that followed you out of Cafe Haru Haru because he needed to consult to someone with a stronger moral compass. Kunishige wasn't there anymore, Azami could only assist him so much as part of the Kamunabi, you were the only one left.

"...Speaking from experience?" He asks you, though he really doesn't need to. He was there, from the start to the very end.

"I mean, that's all I have." You say back with a light voice that's meant to clear the tension, but he doesn't latch onto it. You take another inhale, shifting your eyes away, unable to bring yourself to look at what expression he had. "Sorry. I shouldn't lecture you."

"It's fine." Shiba says, but doesn't touch on it again as he shifts to another topic as you seem like you want to leave the conversation already. "How you've been doing recently?" He asks and the simple question already makes you want to let out a small groan.

"Eh." You start off, trying to think of a way to summarise your current everyday life in a way that won't concern him, but is enough to be honest at the same time. "Good enough. I'm currently teaching sorcery though."

"Huh?" He lets his mouth hang open at your words, blinking at you repeatedly. "Like, to a class? Or are you back in the Kamunabi?"

"Don't be ridiculous." You scoffed out at his guessing. "Just this kid that ran away from home." With a chuckle, you go on. "He's got potential, but he has a tendency to stick his nose into things he shouldn't be. He's like you when you were younger."

"I didn't cause that much trouble." He says, straight up denying your words.

"Only because you got away with it." You say, "The three of you would scuttle away to pull some shit off, and I would be forced to clean up any mess you made because I was in charge of your damn group." You let out a verbal exhale, thinking back on it. "If it wasn't for the fact it was war times, I wouldn't even be put in charge of you guys, y'know...? I'm not that much older than you."

He opens his mouth to say something in response to you, but when he receives a sharp glare in response, he closes it again, noticing something in the background. You turned around, looking at whatever he was looking at.

At the sound of a bell ringing behind you, you faced Hinao who had just exited from her store, holding a little bit of paper. The two of you instantly stop talking in anticipation of her speaking to either of you.

"Yo, you still- ah, there you are!" She said, walking up to you and extending the object in her hand to you, not caring that the two of you were just standing in the alleyway. "Here, they wanna meet up with you before working, but it seems like they're willing to hire you."

"Thank you, Ms Hinao." You said, taking it from her - you could tell from the lines that it was just torn out of her notepad. As you folded it neatly, you continued speaking, "I'll give you a cut of the pay if I get it, is that okay?"

"Eh?" She glanced over to Shiba who had forced a completely blank look on his face, not daring to show anything on his face to Hinao. He tried to look serious, but she thought that he just looked like a frog. "...Yeah, I mean, you always remember to pay up so I'm not too bothered." She agreed rather easily, before walking back into the café, realising that Shiba was talking to you, and there was just some sort of weird vibe coming from him. "See you."

The two of you watch Hinao go back into the café, a pensive thought on your face while Shiba continued to try to stay stoic. It doesn't really suit him, in your opinion.

"...Hm." You mumbled, sensing that she didn't want to hang around outside for too long for whatever reason, but once again, you don't care enough and just slip the paper into your pocket. "Well, I guess I should be going now."

His eyes darted over to you, "already?"

"Yeah?" You said, raising an eyebrow back at him. "I mean, I don't have a reason to stick around."

"You could talk to me." He said, "let's smoke together a little longer."

"Quit slacking," you shot down with a light laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "You haven't even been smoking while talking to me anyways."

He let out a small huff of annoyance, but you knew that he wasn't actually offended. "...Here, let's stay in contact." He says, pulling out his flip phone and handing it over to you.

"...Yeah, sure." You agree, putting your cigarette back in your mouth as you typed with both hands. When you handed his phone back over to you, he stuck his hand out, looking at you expectantly. You stared down at his palm, trying to think of what on Earth he wanted before taking the cigarette out of your mouth and putting it in between his fingers without another word.

He gave you a incredulous look, his pupils going back and forth from the object in his hands to your dumbfounded expression. "What?"

"...Huh?" You uttered back at him.

"I'm asking for your phone," he states, giving each word time to sink in, "so I can, you know, put my number in your contacts."

"...But I'm not going to contact you." You state, crossing your arms. He narrows his eyes at you, about to say more, but you chuckle at the expression on his face. "Goodbye, Shiba. Please give the young Rokuhira my sincerest condolences." you say back to him as you begin to walk away, joining the crowd. He watched your figure slowly disappear into the flock of people.

Shiba looked down at the object in his hands, it was still burning at the cherry. His eye flicked upwards again.

He pressed the cigarette to his lips, taking one last inhale of it as he looked at the crowd of people, trying to find you once more, before snuffing it out, walking back into Cafe Haru Haru.

[kingkatsuki]

This is a very very tentative Kinktober brainstorm. I'm gonna try for 13 fics this year cause I've done it like 3/4 years now and I'm yet to finish one.

BUT instead of Kinktober, I am proposing Cucktober.

Each fic will be a threesome/moresome and will either include someone being cucked or just raunchy threesome (or both). All x Reader.

These are subject to change, but if you have any ideas for pairings I haven't thought of or anything you'd rather see over the ones I've listed please let me know (I LOVE rare pairs!) Or if you think this is a terrible idea and you’d rather have just one character x reader pairings you can let me know too and I’ll switch it up!

AND the important part. If there are any kinks you want to see please let me know too and specify for which character(s) because I've only decided a handful so far.

Jou Togame & Choji Tomiya (wind breaker)

Haruka Sakura & Ren Kaji (wind breaker)

Enjin & Tamsy Caines (gachiakuta)

Tsubakino Tasuku & Seiryu Sakaki & Uryu Sakaki (wind breaker)

Sanemi Shinazugawa & Iguro Obanai & Mitsuri Kanroji (demon slayer)

Katsuki Bakugou & Yo Shindou (mha)

Toge Inumaki & Kokichi Muta (jjk)

Chihiro Rokuhira & Togo Shiba (kagurabachi)

Chihiro Rokuhira & Hakuri Sazanami (kagurabachi)

Hakuri Sazanami & Togo Shiba (kagurabachi)

Rensuke Kunigami & Ryusei Shidou (blue lock)

Oliver Aiku & Shuto Sendou (blue lock)

Eita Otoya & Oliver Aiku (blue lock)

Enjin & Zodyl Typhon (gachiakuta)

Rayne Ames & ?????? (mashle)

Kaji Ren & Natori Shingo (wind breaker)

Haruka Sakura & Kyotaro Sugishita (wind breaker)

Hajime Umemiya & Tsubakino Tasuku (wind breaker)

Hajime Umemiya & Chika Takiishi & Yamato Endo (wind breaker)

Enjin & Griss Rubion (gachiakuta)

Enjin & Griss Rubion & Follo Tunito (gachiakuta)

Enjin & Arkha Corvus (gachiakuta)

Jabber Wonger & Tamsy Caines (gachiakuta)

Mash Burnedad & Rayne Ames (mashle)

Oliver Aiku & Rensuke Kunigami (blue lock)

Oliver Aiku & Ryusei Shidou (blue lock)

Katsuki Bakugou & Enji Todoroki (mha)

Genya Shinazugawa & Sanemi Shinazugawa (demon slayer)

Chobei Aza & Toma Aza (hell’s paradise)

Giyuu Tomioka & Sanemi Shinazugawa (demon slayer)