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just-jordie-things · 5 months

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the subject of every photo - fushiguro megumi

word count: 5,555 (i'm so proud of that) warnings: swearin' summary: a photoshoot at the pumpkin patch isn't his ideal day, but at least megumi gets to spend time with you. and maybe he'll take a few pictures anyway. (a/n): really delayed pumpkin themed fic with the softest boy but i needed to write this ok a greater power called upon me to do it

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“It’ll be fun!” Nobara had claimed, although her tone was more threatening than bubbly. “It’s just a little photoshoot at a pumpkin patch, why so gloomy about it?”

And it wasn’t that Megumi was gloomy about it, because he wasn’t. It would be immature to pout about a simple hangout among friends. The thing was… he just didn’t care for the whole pumpkin patch thing that really seemed to take off on instagram and tiktok these last few years.

He hadn’t carved a pumpkin since he was just a tot, and even then he’d only done it to satisfy Gojo’s bonkers need to participate in every holiday tradition. He never particularly liked scooping the guts and seeds out, and as a kid wasn’t decent enough with a blade to carve a face that actually looked interesting. Not to mention, it was always chilly in late October, making it insufferable to wander around outside solely to pick out a big orange vegetable.

Really, if he wanted a pumpkin that bad, he would’ve picked out a discount one from the grocery store. But really, he didn’t want a pumpkin.

Nonetheless, Nobara had bought four disposable cameras— which he didn’t know were even still a thing— told everyone to wear their cutest, coziest outfit, and pretty much demanded they all go spend the afternoon at one of the more popular farms in town. As with most plans, Megumi begrudgingly agreed.

Even under three layers— his coat, his sweater, and the long sleeved tee he wore underneath them both— the crisp air still pricked at his skin and left goosebumps in it’s wake. It was hard to enjoy being out here when he was fighting the urge to shiver.

“It’s pretty cold for this, huh?”

Megumi wipes away the resting bitch face he’d been making, opting instead for as much neutrality as he could muster. He turns to (y/n), only to find her peering up at him from behind her little plastic camera. His brows wrinkle.

“Don’t take a picture of me at that angle”

He puts his hand over the lens and pushes it away before she could even think about snapping the photo, and she chuckles a bit at his boyish antics. He almost cracks a smile when she’s peeking up at him with her cheeks tinged pink from the cold. He squashes it before his lip could curl too far.

“Well what side do you prefer then?” She teases, shifting around to stand before him and raising her shitty little camera again. “Full portrait? Or perhaps a side profile?”

Megumi rolls his eyes, but when he starts to walk away, she’s quick to follow. He doesn’t dislike her company.

Nobara is off farther in the field, ordering Yuuji to pick up as many pumpkins as he can for the perfect picture. It was only a matter of time before she came over and started barking at the two of them to make the perfect poses as well.

“So why do you hate pumpkin patches?” (y/n) breaks their silence, but when he turns to her again, she’s fixing her camera on a sparrow pecking away at a less than ripe pumpkin.

“I don’t hate pumpkin patches,” He replies, but even he has to admit the dryness in his voice makes it seem a bit unbelievable. “It’s just…” He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, but he’s quick to straighten his gaze when he finds her full attention on him now. “Cold” He finishes, lamely, but it’s not untrue.

He fiddles with the plastic camera in his hands.

“Yeah,” (y/n) agrees from beside him. “Would’ve been nice to do this a few weeks ago, when it was still sunny”

Megumi nods back at her, unsure of what else to say.

He hoped that they weren’t doomed to only speak about the weather today. However that meant he’d probably have to put the effort in to change the subject. His palms began to sweat.

It was their day off, so he didn’t want to strike up a conversation about work, and preferably he’d like to avoid the subject of sorcery altogether. So that narrowed down the options by a lot.

He knew that like him, she liked to read. But she was more into the fantasy stuff, and the only book off the top of his head he could make conversation about was The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe and he was fairly certain that wasn’t currently on her shelf.

Was it always this hard or was he just overthinking it?

“Wait, stay right there!”

Before he can suck it up and ask how her most recent assignment went, (y/n’s) throwing her arms up at him to make him freeze in place. Megumi startles at the sudden movement and holler, but he listens and stays put while she backs up a few steps.

“The sun is peeking out,” She explains, before steadying her camera in front of her face. “The lighting is great” She says with a grin, and then without warning, she snaps the photo.

Megumi wants to complain, he didn’t even have time to smile or pose or anything. When that picture got printed, he’d just be a guy standing there, probably with a resting bitch face. Nobara wouldn’t be happy.

But (y/n’s) still grinning as she lowers the camera.

“Too bad we gotta wait so long to see ‘em,” She says as she heads back towards him. “It’d be nice to—”

“Stop moving”

He’s more blunt than she is, already lifting his camera and peeking through the small lens. (y/n) gets the hint and retraces her steps to fit properly in the frame.

“Better?” She asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder dramatically before posing with a bright smile.

Megumi snaps the photo without warning, although he’s sure that this one will turn out much better than the one she’d taken of him. For one, she’s smiling, but he’s also certain that she’s much more photogenic than he is.

She’s at his side again as they wander around the patch, fiddling to fit the camera into the pocket of her coat. It takes him a few minutes to find his courage again, but eventually Megumi clears his throat and tries to spark conversation.

“Gojo used to take a million pictures of me and Tsumiki”

That seems to be exactly the right thing to say, because (y/n’s) entire demeanor lights up as she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“Really?” She laughs softly at the mental picture. “Did he keep, like, photo albums and stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” Megumi snorted, recalling the rows of photo books on the living room bookshelf when he was young. “Dozens, at least. It was like he couldn’t commit a thing to memory, always had to document everything”

When he was young, it was obnoxious to always have a camera shoved in his face. Now though, he wonders if the crazy bastard still had those albums.

“That’s sweet,” (y/n) muses, wandering off a bit to check out a display of gourds, all varying in shapes and colors. “I bet there’s tons of embarrassing ones of you, too” She teases.

Megumi doesn’t give her an answer, instead silently watching as she picks up a large green vegetable with a curly top. She holds the long end in her hand, before turning to face Megumi with the plump end out, holding it like it was a very deformed gun.

He rolls his eyes at the joke, but just as she looks away, he snaps a photo.

(y/n) seems to not even notice, setting the gourd back on the display and turning back to Megumi to continue their conversation.

“Was he a scrapbook mom?”

He chuckles, and he wants to deny it, but he can’t. Even if he tried he thinks she’d see through it with how he smiles with all of his teeth. She’s laughing before he even explains.

“He made one scrapbook, ever,” He tells her. “And you have to swear to never tell them this,” He adds quickly. (y/n) doesn’t have to ask to know who he means, and she simply drags her thumb and forefinger over her lips as if to zip them up. “It took him weeks. I think the kitchen table was covered in all of his crafts for a solid month”

“You’re kidding!” She laughs louder, loving the image of her mentor hunched over a table while he glued down photos and ribbon to pretty sheets of paper.

“I wish I was. I think it’s why he only ever made one,” Megumi shrugged. “But it’s… a lot. Every sheet was three dimensional. The spine of the scrapbook was stretched so wide the thing couldn’t even sit flat”

He knows that all of the pictures in that book would be embarrassing now. Gojo liked to document every first— first day of school, first science project, first A+, along with more ridiculous milestones, like when Megumi chopped all of his hair off in the fifth grade and looked ridiculous. If he remembered correctly, Gojo glued that hair in the book too, as if it were his baby hairs. That scrapbook really should be burned, but a part of him wishes he could show her now, just to prove how messy it really is.

“I’d do anything to get my hands on it,” (y/n) sighed, almost as if she could read his mind. “My parents did some stuff like that, but they certainly weren’t obsessive”

“Obsession is all he knows” Megumi mumbles, and he doesn’t mean to be funny, but she laughs, and it makes his chest feel warm.

“I still think it’s sweet,” She assures him, and then she stops in their slow and aimless walk, kneeling down to tie the shoelaces on her boot. Megumi waits beside her. He cared much more for her company than he did seeing the pumpkin patch. “He probably just wanted to save lots of memories of you guys when you were little. All parents say it goes by fast”

She goes to tie the other boot, and Megumi can only stand there in soft surprise. Sure, deep down he always considered Gojo his parent, because he simply just was. But no one else referred to their relationship that way, the others always called him teacher or mentor. But (y/n) must’ve understood that it was more than that.

He’s pulling his camera out again and stealing another quick picture while she was still focused on her shoes.

When she stands, he’s got the camera tucked back into his pocket and an innocent look on his face.

“Want to take a picture over there?” She asks, pointing to the tower of hay bales set up mostly for photos. Originally it was for children to climb and play on, but it’s purpose was far more often served as a posing station.

Megumi simply nods, and follows her as she races over the tower. It shouldn’t have surprised him when she started climbing the thing right away. Surely Nobara had been over here earlier, striking a pose with one hand on her hip and the other on the stack of hay, but not (y/n), who was almost to the top.

“You’re not gonna fall, right?” Megumi asks unsurely as she’s grabbing at the highest bale.

“I’m a trained athlete!” She shrieks back, clearly offended.

“I’m more worried about you destroying the play area” Megumi retorted, his lip curling upwards against his will. He can’t help but take a picture before she’s settled. Her hair’s a mess and her limbs are everywhere as she tries to steady herself on the wobbling tower, but it’s a perfect picture nonetheless.

“This is great!” She shouts back at him, before stretching her hands above her head. “Take my photo like this!”

It’s silly, it’s childish, but Megumi’s laughing to himself as he snaps a couple.

Somehow she manages to climb down without toppling the entire thing, and they quickly make their way across the pumpkin patch before an employee could scold them for being grown adults playing on the children’s setup.

Megumi finds it easier to talk with her the longer they walk around, aimlessly eyeing pumpkins without committing to picking any out, taking photos here and there, but mostly they just wander around and talk. Yuji and Nobara seem so wrapped up in the full on photoshoot they were having with each other that it could seem like they’d completely forgotten the other pair, but Megumi didn’t mind one bit.

Hang outs never turned out like this. Nobara tended to cling to (y/n) like a lifeline. She was always dragging her off to the next boutique on the strip or game in the arcade or exhibit at the museum— wherever they went, it seemed as soon as Megumi would get a minute of alone time with her, Nobara would steal her away. It was deflating, but he couldn’t be mad, they were best friends after all.

Today was like a gloomy day miracle. He almost felt spoiled having the last half hour with her all to himself. All of her laughter and smiles were only for him. It warmed up his chilled hands until soon, even the breeze wouldn’t make him shiver.

(y/n) didn’t appear to have the same effect, shaking like a leaf every time the wind picked up. She always shrank into the collar of her coat and shoved her hands into her pockets, and after a few times, Megumi couldn’t stand to see her freezing.

“Let’s go inside for a bit,” He nodded his head towards the small shop. (y/n) pouted back at him, before glancing around the pumpkin patch, clearly looking for their friends. “They won’t be upset that we went inside because we’re cold,” Megumi chuckles to himself, before gently pushing his hand against the small of her back so that he’d follow her. “I’ll text Itadori” He adds for good measure.

After a moment of hesitation she agreed and walked along with him, but just slow enough that he left his hand on her lower back. Just because it was nice to be so close to him.

Stepping into the shop was an instant rush of fresh warm air, and she finally felt like she could stretch her fingers. There was a small bakery inside with only a couple of tables, but without anyone else inside it was perfectly quaint to warm up in.

“I’m going to order a hot chocolate, do you want anything?”

The offer was sweet, but she’s already making her way to the counter, set on a mission as soon as the alluring smell of apples and cinnamon wafted past her nose.

“I could go for a coffee” Megumi hummed as he followed.

He’s ordering for the both of them as soon as a clerk arrives behind the counter, two drinks along with the enormous bear claw in the glass case that (y/n) hadn’t torn her eyes away from since stepping up to the counter. She tries to fight him when he pulls out his wallet but he’s faster at tapping his card to the reader than she is at hitting him.

Even once they sit down with their drinks and the pastry that takes up most of the table space between them, she argues with him about the payment, and all he can do is shake his head— and maybe smile to himself just a little bit. After realizing arguing is futile, she decides that as long as he eats some of the bear claw, she can forgive him.

And they continue to chat, about dumb things, about nothing, about everything. Megumi learns all about the book series that she is reading, along with her plans for getting promoted faster, and that her dream pet is a sugar glider.

“That’s ridiculous,” He mumbles through a mouthful of almond paste and cinnamon. “When would you ever have the time to take care of something like that?”

“That’s why it’s a dream pet, dummy,” (y/n) rolls her eyes at him. “Doesn’t have to be realistic. Don’t you have a dream pet?”

“I kinda already have a lot of pets”

“Oh, right,” She laughs to herself, and he thinks he can see a hint of a blush dusting over her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? He wasn’t sure exactly. But it was really cute. “Well if there’s ever a sugar glider shikigami, please summon it for me” She tells him in all seriousness, and Megumi bites his tongue as he agrees to the condition immediately.

He pulls out his camera for the tenth time that day and rests his elbows on the table as he brings it to his face. (y/n’s) eyes widen before she’s covering half her face with one hand.

“Are you taking a picture of me right now?” She hisses anxiously, before shaking her head at him.

“Duh” He mutters out as he tilts forward and back, trying to find just the right angle of lighting.

“I’m eating—”

“So? Not like you have food on your face. Hush. Go back to eating or something”

“I am not letting you take a picture of me while I eat”

“Alright then just sit there then”

She’s grabbing her paper cup of hot cocoa to use as a shield, but it’s too late. Megumi clicks the button and she can hear the soft whirring coming from inside the camera.

The lens cuts to black and Megumi pulls the camera away, eyeing the little roll of numbers next to the lens.

“I’m out already,” He says, tossing it onto the table. “Guess I win”

(y/n) laughs to herself.

“I didn’t know this was a competition,” She takes a sip of her warm beverage before setting it back down. “But I can’t believe you finished before me”

“How many do you have left?”

Curiously, (y/n) pulls the camera out of her pocket and eyes the tape with the amount of film left. She frowns as she looks back up at him.

“Just one,” She answers, and her frown tilts into a small, soft smile before she asks, “Do you want to take one together?”

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Greedily, Nobara snatches the stack of freshly printed photos out of Megumi’s hands. (y/n) and Yuji are too busy sharing theirs with each other, and Nobara had been dying to know what photos Megumi and (y/n) had taken on their last outing. By the time the group had met up and gone home, their cameras were already full, and she knew she hadn’t been the subject of a single one of them.

“I swear Fushiguro if these are all dumb pictures of pumpkins, I’ll—”

But her threat falls short after sliding through the first three pictures.

The first was (y/n) on the path, just standing and smiling. It wasn’t special, there wasn’t even a pumpkin in the background, but it was cute.

The second was a picture of her crouched down and tying her shoe. Her face wasn’t even in the picture, her hair was hanging in front of it, but if you squinted you could barely make out the tip of her nose.

Then the third was another candid, where she was pretending to hold a gourd like a gun.

“What the—?”

Nobara flips through to the next one in the stack, and yet again there’s a candid of her climbing up the side of a hay bale tower. At least that one captured her smile. She shouldn’t have been surprised to see the fifth one in the stack was also of (y/n), this time sitting on top of the haystack victoriously

“You’ve got to be kidding me, dude”

“Okay give them back—!” Megumi tries to grab the stack of pictures from Nobara before she could keep being nosey, but she deflects fast, swiveling to turn away from him and keep skipping through the photos.

He shouldn’t have let her get her hands on them to begin with, but it was too late now. If he caused too big of a scene, Yuji and (y/n) would notice. He didn’t exactly want all of his pictures on display.

So Nobara kept flipping.

One was of her lifting up the tiniest of pumpkins— definitely the runt of the whole patch. It fit in the palm of her hand but she seemed delighted by it.

The next few were just of her walking around, nothing too exciting in the frame. Just the occasional pumpkin in the background.

There was a decent one taken from inside the shop. (y/n) was still in the frame but her back was turned as she eyed the glass case of sweets. Nobara could almost let Megumi off the hook for that one. Almost.

And then the last photo was of her laughing, the blurry image of a paper cup waving in the space beside her face. Her eyes are on the camera, so she must’ve known he was taking that picture, but judging by the surprise in her expression, it was easy to conclude she was trying to hide behind that cup.

Once she’d ogled every picture, Nobara finally turned back to Megumi. Her brows twitched and furrowed, lips parted in shock, not a single word spoken as she handed the stack back to him. It’s practically shoved towards him, but he doesn’t complain, just snatches them back as fast as he can.

He wants to find a way to quickly and discreetly ask her to keep this to herself, but before he can find the words, she’s gawking at him again.

“Every single one?” Nobara asks in a mutter.

“We hung out the whole time, okay? It's not like—” Megumi tries to defend himself, but it’s no use. Nobara’s already speaking over him again.

“It’s almost pathetic, dude. Just ask her out like a normal person”

His brows almost raise to his hairline in shock. Here he thought she was about to call him out for being a creep or something. But no, her disgust only lied in his pathetic pining and lack of action. Maybe he should have assumed that already.

He doesn’t get the chance to say anything before Nobara’s marching over to Yuji and demanding to see his photos as well. Megumi’s left reeling from the whole interaction, the humiliation still lingering in his gut.

The feeling remains as (y/n) makes her way to him, her own fresh stack of photos in her hands. There’s a nervous sort of smile on her face as she glances back at Yuji and Nobara, double checking that they were out of earshot.

“They took that pretty seriously, huh?” Her voice was still low, careful not to draw the attention of their rambunctious friends. “Yuji takes great photos, don’t get me wrong. But I think she should pay him for his time”

There’s some relief in his chest when he cracks a smile, a small laugh coming out. He could only imagine the quality of Nobara and Yuji’s photos, certainly prepped for instagram.

“I bet she still puts filters over all of them” He mutters back, and (y/n) stifles a giggle behind her hand, but nods her head in agreement.

“Can we leave now or what?” Nobara calls out, already dragging Yuji by the arm to leave the store. “I want to get boba before home”

“Boba sounds good,” (y/n) agrees softly. “Let’s go”

As the red head continued to drag her friend despite him arguing that he was an adult who could walk by himself, she turned and aggressively whispered something to him. After her obvious threatening, she glances back at (y/n) and Megumi, which Yuji promptly follows her pointed glance. Suddenly after that he was upright and speed walking along with her.

(y/n) and Megumi share a baffled look as their friends so blatantly ditch them, but they don’t exactly pick up the pace to follow.

“So, did you get good photos?” Megumi asks, tucking his own away in his pocket. Foolishly, he hoped if they were out of sight she wouldn’t ask him about them.

“Oh,” (y/n) chuckles nervously, holding her stack of pictures in both hands. She tilts them towards herself so he can’t see, and Megumi raises a brow at the secrecy. “It’s kind of embarrassing, actually” She says sheepishly.

Her cheeks flood with color, and Megumi can’t help the curious grin that begins to stretch across his face.

“Embarrassing?” He repeats, sounding horrifically hopeful. (y/n) sighs, and sticks her arm out, handing him the stack. He’s quick to take them and start flipping through, eyeing her anxious demeanor in his peripheral vision.

“Yuji’s probably going to tell you anyway. But… they’re sort of all..”

His steps slow further after quickly sliding through the bunch of pictures.

The first was at the entrance of the pumpkin patch, with the cute sign with the family name painted on it, and just under it was him. He wasn’t paying attention, and quite frankly he looked rather bored standing there. She must’ve taken it while he was still pouting about having to go.

The next photo was of the sparrow poking at the rotted pumpkin, and he had to admit the way she captured it actually was sort of cute.

The third was the photo Megumi dreaded seeing. He recognized it as soon as he saw himself standing on the thin path of dirt. He grimaced as he looked closer to see just how bad it was. But to his surprise, he wasn’t scowling like he thought he’d been. He was actually smiling.

Which was odd… he certainly didn’t remember smiling for that picture. He clearly remembered being upset because he hadn’t tried to look nice for her picture at all.

He glances at (y/n) to gauge her reaction so far, but she was holding her expression at a neutral state, waiting for him to react first.

So Megumi goes back to the photos, and flips to the next one. Which was… also him. It wasn’t anything special, just him standing there, but he was smiling a little bit in that one, too.

When the following is also a candid of him with that dumb little smile, he glances over at (y/n) again, raising a brow at her in silent question.

She’s a tough one to crack, but the corner of her lips gives her away as she tries to bite back a smile. His own smile is unable to be hidden as he flips through a few more photos.

And to his shock and delight, they’re all him. Him while he was picking up that big pumpkin she dared him to, him while he was drinking his coffee and not paying attention, him just standing and doing nothing in particular, but for whatever reason, she’d used up all her film on capturing it.

His favorite is the one of the both of them. She’d given him the camera so he could stretch his arm out and snap the photo selfie style. They’re sitting at the small table, two paper cups and the enormous bear claw between them, but pushed aside as (y/n) leans across the tabletop in order to better center herself. She’s grinning from ear to ear, her chin set in one hand while the other holds up a peace sign. Megumi’s smile isn’t as wide but nevertheless it’s genuine, and anyone looking at the picture would know. It’s a great picture of the two of them, and he thinks it’s probably the first, too.

Megumi hadn’t realized he’d gone through the whole stack till he flips to the next one and is met with the first photo, but once he does, (y/n’s) quick to reach out and take them back. She doesn’t snatch them as aggressively as Nobara had, she handles them gently, careful not to leave an ugly smudge or crease.

Megumi watches with eager intrigue as she tucks the edges together neatly, making the stack smooth in her hands.

“Sorry if that’s creepy— is that creepy?” She turns to him suddenly, full of worry that she’d crossed a line, but Megumi just chuckles, and shakes his head at her.

“Not creepy” He muses, his soft smile remaining as he dips his hand into his pocket, retrieving his own small collection of photos.

He stares at them for an indecisive minute, clenching and unclenching his jaw, working up the courage to make the smallest of gestures. When he does hold them out to her, he still doesn’t say a thing. His throat is too dry and hot to even try. He thinks it would be worse if his voice cracked right now.

(y/n) smiles as she tucks her pictures away in her purse with great care so that she could better look through the pictures he’d taken. His face flushes with color when she finally takes them from him. Even the small brush of the tips of her fingers against his has Megumi’s breath catching in his throat.

And he holds his breath as she eagerly slides through the stack of photos. His throat is far too constricted now to show any sign of life. He very well could pass out at any moment. He just hopes she’d leave him there in a heap on the ground.

The relief of the exhale doesn’t come until she begins to giggle. It’s soft at first, almost under her breath as she continues admiring his photos, but then it erupts into something brilliant and bubbly, as if it was coming out of her uncontrollably. As lovely as the reaction was, it didn’t do much to ease Megumi’s nerves. They began to sink their teeth into his heart and gut, and he knew that any minute now, his knees would give out.

When her laughter calms down and she finally looks up at him, the surprise is evident on his features when he sees her colored cheeks and nervous smile. She hands the stack back to him, and Megumi’s quick to tuck them into his pocket, where maybe he they’d disappear forever, or at least just from the front of their minds.

“That’s pretty cute, huh?” She asks, an aftershock of quiet laughter shaking her shoulders and crinkling the corners of her eyes. This time, Megumi can’t help the way he laughs with her, but he does duck his head bashfully.

(y/n) thinks it’s all the more cuter, how he resorts to his nervous habit of rubbing the back of his neck and looking anywhere but directly at her. She wonders if he even knows he’s doing it. With a surge of confidence, she rocks on her feet.

“Wanna ditch our friends and get lunch or something?”

He shrugs and nods, thinking anything would be better sustenance than the too-sugary drinks that Nobara had an addiction to. But the implication of the question dawns on him too late, and suddenly his eyes are widening as he realizes what she really meant.

“You mean— like, a date?”

It’s so damn cute the way his brows furrow and then raise ever so slightly, waiting without a single ounce of patience for her clarification. (y/n’s) giggling again as she nods her head, putting him out of his misery.

“Yeah, like a date,” She repeats teasingly.

Megumi nods his head again, this time faster, as if there was a time limit to her offer and he was worried he’d already wasted too much of it. Her smile brightens and there’s a small but noticeable skip in her step as they head off in a new direction together.

“Now maybe it won’t be so creepy when our friends see those pictures” She says, and Megumi can’t decipher if she’s messing with him or not. The look he gives her barely hides his panic.

“They’re gonna see them?”

“What do you think they’re talking about right now?” (y/n) retorts, knowing for a fact that Yuji and Nobara were gossiping away about the pair’s photos that consisted only of each other.

The thought makes Megumi’s face feel hot, and there’s no discretion in the way he tugs at his collar. The idea makes him nervous, his stomach flipping excessively. That said, he knew with the amount of gossip those two chatterboxes would generate, there was plenty of time to add a date to today’s agenda.

“They probably won’t even notice we’re gone”

(y/n) nods in agreement.

“They’ll be grateful to have the time for girl talk,” She teases.

With purpose, she steps closer to him so she could link her arm around his, tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow and shyly smiling up at him. Megumi returns the smile, his arm hooking a little further to keep her tucked next to him as close as he wanted. It was another chilly day outside, but he could almost forget about it with the way her closeness sparked warmth in his chest that flooded throughout his whole body. He hoped he’d get to do this for the rest of their day—

“So… where do we want to go?”

—and more days to come. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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The Art of Hospitality (yan!Nanami x fem!Reader)

Nanami comes home to his favorite roommate. He is hurt and tired...but he knows who will instantly make him feel better. Tags and CW: Yandere, mild dub-con, non-consensual masturbation, Nanami is a panty stealer, light age difference, power imbalance, housewife kink, groping, praise kink AO3

You accidentally took his shirt from the laundry. Nanami thinks it’s an accident – he isn’t sure that you’re dumb enough to genuinely not realize that you were wearing a man’s clothes for a while already, but he doesn’t think you’re brave enough to flirt with him like this either. You’re stuck between being dumb and being too abrasive in your act – and honestly, Kento can deal with the dumb ones. Always a pleasure to spend some time with a person who knows when to shut up.

You look simply divine like this – tugging a shirt that is too big for you in your tiny shorts, carefully rolling the sleeves up so they won’t get splashed while you are doing the dishes. Nanami never asked you to pull up with so many domestic responsibilities – but it was expected. He already allows you to live here without paying rent, so…only natural you’d be his housewife in everything besides affection. He knows how careful he must be – you’re innocent, as some college dropout can be, and you don’t really think of him like that. At least, he thinks you aren’t – he is sure that were you a bit braver, you’d already sleep in his bed instead of a tiny guest bedroom. If you’d wear his shirt on any other day of the week, he would simply note this in his head and proceed with his day. Maybe stare a bit, imagining your curves hidden by the baggy fabric, catching glimpses of skin whenever you roll it up a bit too high. If it was on any other day, he’d just smile and proceed to go to his study.

But you had to pull his shirt out of the laundry on the exact day when he dragged his body home from a particularly nasty fight with a curse. The thing was defeated – something about fear of bug larvae, the sound it made while being dissected by his knife was something that Nanami wouldn’t forget for a long time, even with an ample amount of alcohol. You just had to be cute and adorable and domestic and wear his clothes on a day when he wanted it most. Where all of his desires of retirement amplified, pushing for a fantasy that was just out of reach.

Until he saw you cleaning the dishes with the tenacity of a proper housewife. Nanami knew he had to keep himself in check – knew how much he’d scare you with this. Still, at that moment, he wanted nothing more but to push you on that kitchen counter, roll his shirt even higher on your body, and use you like a proper domestic wifey you are.

— You did the laundry?

He slips right behind you, hands on your waist. It’s a gesture that cannot be mistaken for anything other than affection – and you get stiff immediately, not sure of what to do. He hopes you’d be a smart girl and won’t defy him. He doesn’t have patience for brats right now – no matter how adorable they might look. You take a deep breath and release it, relaxing in his hold. He squints, a ghost of a smile appears on his lips. What a boedient thing you are.

— I did the dark ones, yes. I wanted to do the whites as well, but there wasn’t enough, so… You trail off, your hands shaking just a little bit. Nanami notices and leans on you a bit, pressing you against his chest. Your breath hitches again, panic evident in your body. He wants you to relax – and so he slips one of his hands across your waist, pressing you even closer to him. You have to get used to the heat of his body eventually. Nanami isn’t known for charity work and you’d have to pay him back one way or another – and currently, you only have one way of achieving this.

Nanami pressed his hand more firmly against your waist, squishing you between his body and the counter. You are forced to relax into his touch – with no way of getting out, it’s only obvious why you’d be this scared. Poor, dumb girl. No idea what is coming to her. — You washed my things as well? You put the dishes on the drying stand, wiping your hands with the nearest towel. There is a certain clumsiness in your actions – like you were trying to remember how to act properly on the go. Like you tried your hardest to be a perfect housekeeper without looking too desperate. Although he likes that air of eagerness around you.

— I wanted to do something for you, sir. While I can’t get a proper job. The little snag didn’t go unnoticed. Every time you try to convince him that you finally got some part-time position, something minimal wage and extra working hours, he will always say that working like this would be useless – that you need a real job if you truly want to build up your experience. After some time, you stopped even looking for openings, instead marinading yourself in your meager savings and looking after the house. Sometimes you wondered if he just wanted to get a free house worker – but then again, he let you live in this big house without paying rent or even groceries. The only reason you’re still here is because he is generous…and you don’t want to think about the reasons behind it.

Spending time around so many people with loud personalities, Nanami craved someone simple. Easy. Nice and quiet – and a girl who is too helpless to survive on her own is just that. Some people are not meant to survive on their own, and there is a certain dignity in relying solely on help from others.

He caresses your hands – you don’t understand why is he suddenly so affectionate after spending months not even bothering to learn your last name, but then you notice the smell of blood. Scratches on his hands. Something that smelled like wet dirt and metal.

You turn away, bumping your nose into his chest. Kento looks…disheveled. With his tie lost, a few buttons were torn off from his perfectly ironed – you ironed it just a few days ago – shirt that was now covered in soil and blood. He looks like he just got into a fight – with no indications of who was on the winning side. You weren’t sure where he worked exactly – something corporate, you think, some cushy position that allowed him to escape overtime and get home at 6 PM sharp every day. Corporate people usually don’t return home looking like something tried to chew on them.

— N…nanami, what…what happened? He sighs, rubbing his forehead. It seems like your question somehow irritated him – you don’t want to be like this, don’t want him to hate you. Yet, it’s almost like your worry is making him insanely angry somehow. You bite your lips, face scrunched in a worried expression. You don’t want him to die – or even just get slightly more injured.

— Got into an accident. There is nothing to worry about.

You’re definitely not buying it. Kento likes seeing you gushing over him – but knowing how anxious his little roommate can be, you’re certainly not going to let it go so easily. And he has no intentions of showing you the secrets of the world of jujutsu right now. If ever.

— You got run over?! — No.

— A dog attacked you?! — No.

— Oh. You were robbed..? He sighs, thinking of how he still hasn’t come up with an excuse. He should have – but the fight was hard already, and the energy he spent working overtime on that curse didn’t make anything better. He loves your worry and your kindness, but he can’t deal with it right now. Somehow, he has to divert your attention. Somehow, he has to take this comfort he wanted from you and your body.

— You’re wearing my shirt.

Your eyes widened, heat spreading across your face. He sees that he has successfully distracted you – your hands are coming to cover yourself immediately, tugging on the wrist of the shirt as if trying to see if he is right. Seems like you really didn’t notice you were wearing something that belonged to him. God, what a dumb thing you are. What did he do to deserve such a blessing? You take a step to the side, trying to escape the trap of his hands – but Nanami is not having it. With a grunt, he is forcing you in front of him again, making sure you’re set here, nice and comfortable. Trapped close to him – like he’d ever let go of someone as precious as you. He might be a lot of things – a workaholic, an extremely tired individual with love for useless and dumb sunshine girls, but he is not stupid. Letting you go now will only increase the gap between the two of you – and not even in a sense of age.

— I’m…oh. I’m really sorry, sir, it must have been mixed in the laundry and… He snorts. The sound is weird, alien to someone like him – you look up, surprised he even bothered to listen to you. You really got him acting so weird…it’s almost an achievement. Somehow, you don’t feel like you won something.

— You didn’t even notice it was too big?

— I have some oversized clothes. — Something that your ex left you?

You find yourself wordless at the accusation. It doesn’t sound too weird at first – but the harshness in his voice is making you shiver. His hands are on your waist again, holding you in a gesture that can’t be platonic – and this is the first time he paid so much attention to you. You feel uncomfortable. You feel desired, somehow. Nanami smells of blood and you find yourself aroused at it. Are you really that weird of a person? Fighting the urge to press your nose in his shoulder and breathe in his musk, mixed with blood, sweat, and that wonderful perfume he is using? The scent of which was traveling with you the whole morning ever since you took the shirt out of the laundry. Did you truly not know it was his? Somehow, you aren’t so sure now.

— I…I guess I just wasn’t paying attention. I’m sorry, sir, I will…

You insist on calling him “sir” despite your age gap being not that terrible. He couldn’t be your father – yet he has this aura about him that makes you a bit afraid. Just a little nervous whenever he raises his voice or hums disarmingly. You don’t want to disappoint him, anxiety filling every bit of your existence when you think about this – he is doing so much, he has serious work and all you do is gush over housework and trying to play a role you were not made for. Never thinking how hard being a housewife might be.

— You’re going to just take off it now?

You freeze in place, not sure of how to answer. Nanami chuckles. You don’t want him so close to you, touching you like you’re in love – but he is hurt, stressed and covered in blood. He is lonely man, you can understand this – who else would invite a girl to live with him because he spends so much time working outside of the house, he’d disappear for days on end and someone had to take care of the house? if he had a partner then, surely, you wouldn’t be here. It must be hard, for someone like him – but he seems so nice, so hardworking, despite the initial strictness…why is he single?

You don’t feel comfortable with his chin resting on your shoulder, but you’re forcing yourself to relax. He had such a hard day, and he is still hurt. You might as well indulge him a little.

— I don’t think it would be polite.

— Why not?

His hands slowly unbutton the lowest part of the shirt, the one that is hanging way below your stomach. He is not revealing any skin – but the feeling of his calloused fingers even through the fabric is a bit much to handle.

— I’m a guest at this house. Wouldn’t want to embarrass the owner, right? His hand goes to grasp a few more buttons, making you stiffen. You don’t…don’t particularly want his hands in that area – almost under your chest, with a single brush of fingers enough to make you feel hot. Throbbing. Enough to make you question everything you know about him and…other things. You want to be a good guest, to not overstay your welcome – but it seems like the lines are getting more and more blurry each time. — I wouldn’t mind seeing you without it. — I’m really sorry I took it without asking you…

— You can get punished for it later. But…

Nanami presses his mouth on your neck, inhaling your scent. You smell like him – his cologne, his shower gel, the fabric softener he uses for his shirts, all the expensive things he knows you don’t have money for. You’re relying on his kindness and, well, he can be kind…if you’re willing to be good to him, of course. Good, obedient, and pretty girls deserve their rewards, after all. He has the perfect idea for just the one right now. You whimper when you feel his lips on your skin, when he nibbles on the sweet spot at the back of your neck. It can’t be mistaken for normal affection now – not with the way he keeps unbuttoning your shirt until there is barely enough to cover your breasts. His hand lays on your stomach, warmness spreading across the skin…there isn’t a lot you can do now. Your thoughts are mixed now, not sure of what to do to make him stop or to let him keep going. — Nana…no, Kento, I’m not really sure about… — Quiet, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes, okay?

You sigh, allowing him to just…touch you. Get sated with the feeling of your body in his arms – you don’t know how much time had passed, but he just rubs soothing circles into your stomach and breathes, occasionally peppering your neck with kisses.

You want him to go further.

You want him to stop. Maybe, it was just a few more minutes. Maybe, he took his time – you on;y woke up from that hazy, dream-like state when he suddenly yanked the rest of your shirt off, revealing your braless chest to the cold air of the house. You wanted to cover yourself – but your slow motions didn’t do you enough justice, as he easily grabbed your wrist in one of his hands.

He kisses you again, and you move your head to the side to meet his lips. You don’t know what you want – you want to help him, to make his worries go away, but he is still smelling of blood and rust and you’d like to draw him a bath first. Maybe take care of him there. Maybe grab your things and run even though it would mean you’d be homeless. You can feel his erection pressing to the curve of your ass and you move involuntarily, sliding up and down – maybe in an attempt to escape, maybe in an attempt to allure. You want for him to say something, to command you to do something – be more forceful, be more kind, make everything better, and then do it much, much worse. You sigh, trying to just…

The phone is ringing.

You manage to read the name. You wonder who the hell is Gojo Satoru. — I apologize for this. – Nanami whispers in your ear, getting away from you. Still keeping a hand on your waist, holding you down as firmly as possible. Not that you have any strength left in your legs to go anywhere. You’re waiting for Nanami to finish the call. Something is telling you that he just found a way to make you pay for staying with him for so long.

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O U I J A

you meet a demon of lust !

will you survive this deadly game of dares ?

18+ : sexual content starring: 21+ university student Megumi FUSHIGURO x younger [18+] inexperienced afab reader (nerdy, science type) a sweet junior student has a crush on her intimidating senior, but is too shy to act on it :/ you're only pushed closer thanks to a strange encounter with a powerful entity. its demands are scary, but megumi is there to keep u safe cw: i write megumi taller - over 6 ft. groping (demon → reader) violence (demon → megumi) explicit sexual acts: the demon forces you, but consent is established wc: 10k @nobody289x thank u so much for your wonderful megumi thoughts + proofreading + everything, u the best :3

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Upperclassman, third year student Megumi Fushiguro. He studies ancient history, specialising in the emergence of rare cursed techniques in the Meiji Period, with a minor in theology. His tongue is sharp, but his dress sense is sharper.

You've seen him around the university campus- training, with his friends, sometimes helping junior students. But it's safe to say you know a little too much about a man you've never actually spoken to. It's not like you don't want to. He's just so... intimidating. His intelligence is one thing, but the way he glares makes your blood run cold.

Every time you see him, you just freeze up and turn on your heels, presuming he's so far out of your league he wouldn't give you a chance. You know it's pessimistic, but it fuels your nightmares to think about being rejected by him. Even for a simple conversation. You can just imagine his face scrunching up with a disgruntled laugh, looking down at you with those dark, unforgiving eyes, telling you not to waste his time.

Unbeknownst to you, your presumptions were going to be proven wrong.

Given some time, and the terribly flustering coincidence that he started assisting in one of your labs- due to owing your professor a favour?- you get closer.

He approaches you in class, handing out the task notes for the day and checking you have all the right equipment ready. You can't believe how much taller he looks up close.

"Y-yes, I have everything I need. Thank you."

You curse yourself for still being so nervous around him. It's been weeks since he started helping your professor. It seems that they already knew each other, despite working in separate departments.

You're finishing up after a particularly challenging practical assignment when you hear your annoying professor singing your name, reminding you that you're on clean up duty this week.

Ugh.

You groan and sigh, but it doesn't make the mess go away. So you start collecting all the beakers and test tubes, trying to balance them carefully on the way to the sink, when you notice him.

He's at the sink already, his back turned to you, the water running with his sleeves rolled up. You set the equipment down and start helping him. It's quiet- the sounds of clinking glass and splashing water fill the room- and he passes you item after item, your fingers grazing over his while you glance to the side and dry them up.

"Thank you"

After today, you find yourself volunteering to clean up after class very willingly. You've gotten yourselves into a little silent routine; collecting the equipment- he washes, you dry (to save your fingers from getting all shriveled and pruney).

You have to admit that there's a certain kindness about him you hadn't noticed before. It's in his hands- how he holds the glass with such care- and in the softness of his voice. And you finally see him smile after going on an embarrassing ramble about why you're enjoying your course so much and what you'd like to do in the future. You assume he's smiling out of amusement- perhaps he's going to ridicule you.

"I- I'm sorry. That was, uh, too much information."

"Don't apologise. You're just... passionate. It's nice."

He encourages you with yet another small but sure smile, and your heart nearly melts on the spot. The way his features soften is just so endearing.

I was so wrong about him. Nobody with a smile like that could be mean. Or rude. Maybe I should just ask him out? At least he'd turn me down politely.

And you can't believe you're here, with him, starting to open up after his considerate questions- which you return, getting little insights into his mysterious life. You didn't realise he was already working while keeping up his studies, with additional martial arts training, and now assisting in your labs despite being in a different department entirely- his schedule is packed. With every sentence he speaks you seem to respect him a little more, and you slowly realise that he doesn't bite.

He catches you off guard, casually offering to help with your stats course after a one off comment that you were struggling.

So he comes over the same evening, where you awkwardly introduce him to your housemates, then show him to your room, where he sits on your bed.

You dig out your dreaded stats folder and sift through your test papers, showing him the scores and explaining how you were unhappy with them.

"But your grades are still..." he arches an eyebrow, scanning the papers, "above average."

You've been aspiring to get a near perfect score in all of your classes, desperate to attain a first class degree and potentially progress into a research role, and there's something about that inner perfectionist that speaks to him. So he settles in and gets comfortable on your bed, watching you work, then eventually gets out his phone when he realises he's distracting you.

And when you're done he sits on the edge of your bed, getting closer and closer till you're just staring. He helps and corrects you so softly. You keep staring... at his dexterous hands, the way they move and grip the pencil, how his knuckles flex, the way his blue veins show through his pale skin. Then up his muscular arms, studying the masculine angle of his jaw, the feminine curve of his pure black lashes. Then his eyes; you're captivated by the deep, navy colour, their shape- so elegant and sharp. And you wonder if his always clean-shaven face is soft, whether he uses product in his hair... and what it would feel like to run your fingers through it.

"[name]?"

How long have I been staring?

"I've finished marking it now."

Over the weeks of being Megumi's student, you realise that your grade is getting very close to where you want it to be, and you start thinking...

If I get one more paper over 90% he is going to stop tutoring me. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to fabricate some incorrect answers... would it?

So you start making mistakes on purpose. You know it's cowardly and misleading, but you can't stop. At the same time, you can't admit how much you've been enjoying your study sessions- just having him to yourself, getting his attention, his praise.

But when you do something wrong... it makes your heart pound.

He taps a finger on your paper, over the question number, giving you a glare before elaborating.

"Come on, you know this."

You act dumb. He leans over to correct it for you.

"Hang on, let me-"

You can smell his cologne. You can see his collar bones where his shirt dips away.

"Do it like this- yeah, good-"

Good girl.

He wishes he had the guts to say it. He'd love to see your reaction. But he just watches you continue, completing the calculations by yourself.

But after making a few too many mistakes, he starts to cotton on.

"You answered a question nearly identical to this one last week. You did it perfectly."

You fidget about, reorganising your stationary while he flicks through your work.

"See?"

He holds up two of your papers. And he's right- of course he's right. This one was way too obvious. Your eyes shift around the room nervously, looking everywhere but at the papers, until you settle on his eyes.

"You... you're not doing this on purpose, are you? You know that would be wasting my time, right?"

You can't deny it. You don't want to lie to him anymore.

"You are?"

You look down at your lap and nod.

"You're a smart girl. Why didn't you just ask me to stay?"

You can't answer. Your stomach has relocated to your chest and your tongue is tied in knots. It's all twisted up, around words you wish you could say.

I'm afraid you don't feel the same way. I couldn't ask you to stay because I don't want you to leave.

He can see your eyes going wide. He knows he's put you on the spot (rightfully so). But he sets down your papers, nonetheless, giving you a slightly exasperated look.

"We can just hang out, ok? I don't have to come here for a reason."

He puts your papers back on your desk and you pack them away sheepishly, watching him sink to the carpeted floor and lean up against your bed.

"Come on. You wanna watch a scary movie or something?"

He's already seen the posters around your room.

"Sure."

And so started your late night meet ups with Megumi, under no false pretenses of studying, sitting on your bedroom floor with pillows and blankets... then moving up to your bed... then hugging when he leaves. You don't know when that started, but it feels right.

You get comfortable with one another. You invite him in as if he's just another friend.

Yeah, a friend. A friend who makes your heart race. A friend who makes you blush. You have no other 'friend' like him.

You have no other friend who turns to you in the middle of The Ring- when you have to look away from the screen because there is a girl crawling out of the TV- with a smile on his face.

He's getting closer. His lips... are so close.

"This movie is dumb."

You shiver a little, feeling his breath fan you.

I want to kiss her... so bad. Would she let me?

You have no other friend who gets you so hot... just from looking at you.

He sees the hesitation in your eyes so he backs off and you have to cool the situation down a little. You're already bored of the movie, so you have a great idea.

"Can I show you something?"

After finding it in the summer, you've been too scared to investigate the strange artefact by yourself. Maybe he could help you.

"It's under the bed."

"What are you doing," he pulls it out, his eyes scanning over the markings on the dark wood, "with this?"

"I found it-" you shift about on the chair, feeling suddenly uncomfortable under his now intense gaze. You don't know what this object is, but you can sense something dark when you touch it, or even look at it.

"Found it at my parent's... in the basement."

"You know what it is?"

You shake your head.

"It's a Ouija board."

He explains what such things can be used for.

"If you're successful, you could end up contacting a spirit. You want to try?"

Your heart beats a bit faster, feeling excited as you keep asking questions until you're starting to set your room up to attempt to use the board.

With candles lit, lights dimmed and taking your place on the carpet opposite Megumi, you cast your nerves aside and put your hand on the wooden arrow with his.

"So uh, what are we supposed to say?"

"You just have to ask a question."

It can't be that simple.

"But are there any... rules?" You can't help the shakiness of your voice now, while he sits looking at you, raising his eyebrow.

"Too scared?" He scoffs, "Ok, I'll start."

"Are there any spirits," he looks around the room- he knows there's no curses here, at least, "or dead, residing in this building?"

There's a long pause. You watch the candlelight flicker over his pale face, illuminating his dark eyes.

"Any ghosts?"

He keeps asking, while you sit tight, holding your breath.

He looks back at you now, apparently taking amusement in how you're shifting about nervously.

"Demons?"

There's a loud bang from outside that seems coincidental, but no movement on the board.

Still, you both keep your fingers pressed on the arrow.

"Why don't you ask?" He glances down at your smaller hands, "Maybe a spirit would respond to... someone like you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Someone innocent," he smirks, making your stomach twist up.

"Megumi I-" you're about to defend yourself, but the blush creeping up your cheeks is not helping in the slightest.

So you open your mouth and ask the still, dark room if there's anybody there.

There's a silence that swallows you both up, you feel your mouth go dry, and you look back at the board to see the arrow starting to shake.

Your fingers are dragged over the board, the arrow sliding to mark-

"YES"

You weren't expecting it to actually work.

"Who?" Megumi asks with confidence.

Again, the arrow trembles around. This time, moving to the letters...

L - U - S - T

"A spirit...of lust?" Even he has to admit this is unusual.

You swallow, watching him speak to the entity freely.

"YES"

"Ok, and how did you- die?"

Silence. No movement on the board.

"Do you have any regrets?"

The arrow starts shaking again, this time uncontrollably and without direction. The board starts to quake, lifting off the carpeted floor, and you feel the temperature of the room dropping drastically.

"Megumi, wait- what if it... doesn't want to answer- those questions?"

You seem to have got the gist, as the board starts to settle down.

"Right," Megumi's eyes glance up at yours, "so tell me [name], what should we ask?"

"Ah..." you fidget around for a second, eyes flitting about the board, then to a small flame of a candle as you ponder.

"Is there anything... you enjoyed, while you were alive?"

You hold your breath again, watching the arrow spring to life.

It drags over the board, slowly.

You want to look away, but you just can't.

Shit. Why would you ask a self proclaimed spirit of lust that question?

Megumi clearly notices the embarrassed tint on your cheeks, but doesn't seem dissuaded from the conversation himself.

"Hah, checks out. Who did you fuck?"

His words come out surprisingly crass, making you intake a little breath.

And the spirit didn't seem to like his question either. The room gets a little darker now, colder still, making those terrible goosebumps prickle on your neck.

The board starts tilting around again and the candles flicker violently, then suddenly die out.

"M-Megumi-!"

"Just, hang on- let me flip the board over. We can stop."

He goes to move his hand from the arrow, but it suddenly slides to:

"NO"

"Shit."

Even you know this is bad. You're trapped.

You start to panic, looking between Megumi and the board, trying to decipher what on earth you can do, and you feel something cold on your back.

"A-ah-"

"What is it?"

It travels down your spine and you feel a firm squeeze on your waist.

"Megumi- I, I don't like this- please-!"

"What's happening, tell me?"

You get another grabbing sensation, this time on your ass.

"It's touching me-!"

He can tell you're not lying from the way your voice is shaking.

"Ok, ok," he tries to keep his cool, but internally he's losing it. If this thing hurts you... there will be hell to pay, whether it's dead or not.

"Come here. Just sit in front of me."

You nod and quickly move into the space between his crossed legs with your hands still on the arrow and your back pressed to his chest.

"Don't fucking touch her."

He sounds suddenly aggressive- you can't deny how it makes you feel protected.

"Thank you," you murmur and take one hand off the arrow to brush away a tear you hadn't realised was spilling down your cheek.

"It's ok, just sit still and let me figure out how to finish this."

One of his hands leaves the board to wrap around the front of your shoulders. How he can feel you trembling is worrying him, so he pulls you in closer.

"I'm sorry, I wish I never... found this thing," you sniffle a little as he tries to comfort you.

"It's ok."

His eyes study the room, how everything is becoming still and gloomy and filled with such an electric tension.

"It's not your f-"

His breath is caught in his lungs, feeling a sudden pressure over his mouth.

"MMhh-MM-"

You twist your body back to look, while you both struggle to keep your fingers connected to the arrow- the only rule you knew coming into this that removing your hands could result in severe consequences.

But you feel the situation has escalated enough for you to take the risk, so you pull your hands away and up to his face, your thumb helplessly pressing on his lips to try and open them.

You tug and panic, then suddenly realise he's not breathing through his nose either. His eyes are terribly wide. He looks scared.

"Fuck! Stop it! Stop, just let him go! Please, I'll do anything!"

And with those last words, the spirit lets go and Megumi collapses, gasping and coughing as you lean back to give him some space.

He wipes his mouth on his sleeve and reaches a hand out to yours.

"I don't know what's going to happen next." His skin has never looked paler, his voice never more serious. "Just please don't let go."

So you nod and thread your fingers together, sitting side by side, and return to the board.

You feel a cool drop of sweat running down your spine when you see the arrow moving once more.

A - N - Y - T - H - I - N - G ?

We have to do what it says now.

This thing could really hurt us.

You look at each other and back to the board, glad that you're still alive, and you nod.

T - O - U - C - H

"What?" He responds quickly, hoping to fix this situation as soon as possible.

The arrow swivels on the board, pointing directly at you. You're already holding hands, so you assume the spirit wants a little more from you both.

You bring a hand to your face. You could see this coming- you honestly want him to touch you. Of course you do- how he makes you feel so nervous isn't just down to his damn intellect. He's gorgeous and you can't deny you want his hands on you.

But like this?

You sigh and turn to face him, trying desperately to keep calm so you can work this out.

"W-we don't have to-"

You swear it's the first time you've heard his voice shake like this.

"We could just- burn the board, we just need to, to-"

His head suddenly whips to the side and he lets out a shout.

"Fuck!"

"Oh my god!"

He turns back to face you with a split lip and a little trickle of blood running down his chin.

"It's ok, it's-"

Before he can finish you're already wiping his lip with the sleeve of your dress.

"This is getting serious now..." you murmur and finish cleaning him up, smoothing your hand over his cheek, comforting him whilst hoping to appease the spirit. He pushes into your hand affectionately, much like a cat, which brings a small smile to your face despite the bleak situation.

"Hm," you slide your hand up into his hair, seemingly forgetting about the deadly game you're caught in for a second, "you really don't use product?"

He lets a little breathy laugh escape his nose, looking quite flattered now your hands are stroking his black strands. You both start to sink in and enjoy the moment, until your attention is caught by a rattling noise.

M - O - R - E

He sighs, casting a frown at the board.

He's annoyed that you were interrupted. It makes him realise just how much he's enjoying you touching him. Regardless of the spirit's creepy demands, he really doesn't want you to stop.

"Just- stroke my neck, is that ok?" He suggests with a less confident tone.

"Yeah" you nod and hesitantly bring your hand lower, feeling the fuzzy shorter hair at the back of his head, then make contact with his skin. His neck is elegant, muscular and slim, just how the rest of his body appears. And your thumb starts to trace up and down his throat, feeling the hard peak of his adam's apple, then dips back down near his collar bones.

You feel content for a moment, then you realise Megumi's expression is shifting.

"What is it?" Your voice is soft and low. You don't have to speak loudly now you're sitting so close, face to face.

"My hand-"

He looks down to his left hand that was resting in his lap, which is now twitching and struggling up towards you.

"I'm not, I'm not moving it. I can't- ah, wait, you can't do this!"

He shouts and presses his eyes closed, afraid of where his hand is going to end up.

He makes contact with your warm skin.

"It's okay."

He peeks his eyes open to find his palm resting on your shoulder, where your dress exposes your body.

It did order him to touch you, after all.

"How is this ok?"

He looks a bit upset now, looking down at his lap again. It feels different now he has his hand on you.

"Because..." you're feeling nervous about admitting this, especially right now, but you want to encourage him so you can make it out of this, and it really is true that-

"it's ok because I want you to touch me."

You feel the room warming up again, some of the tension begins to fade and a single candle, out of the five you had placed around the room, flickers back to life.

You can see him clearer now, in the faint, warm glow, and he raises his head to give you a long, deep stare.

You wonder what he's thinking.

"That's... good," he looks endlessly relieved, with a hint of a smile returning to his lips, "because I want to touch you too."

So with your permission, he starts moving his thumb, just rubbing gently. You've started to truly realise your difference in size now he's touching you... his hand covers your whole shoulder.

He pushes your dress down a fraction, touching the top of your arm, then back up, tracing over your collar bones, over the dip below your neck and up your throat.

Everything about her is just so delicate.

He hesitates for a second, his eyes flicking up and down your face, and his thumb finds your chin. He strokes your jaw, up to your cheek, then rubs a circle over your lower lip.

You have a sudden urge to pucker your lips into a little kiss, but he moves away, taking your chin between his index and thumb.

"Your fingers are..." your gaze flits down to his hand, then up to his eyes again, "so long."

The comment was meant to be innocent, but the way he raises his eyebrows at you, looking down at your lips, is getting you notably flustered.

You shake your head and he laughs, then smooths his hand over your jaw to take a slightly firmer grip, and looks you right in the eyes.

"You really are sweet."

He can tell his compliment stunned you- you try to look away, but he moves his hand to the back of your neck where he holds you tighter. He wants to make you look like this all the time.

"And pretty."

He pulls you in gently, bringing you to kneel right in front of his crossed legs.

You swear he's inching closer, starting to tilt his head to the side when you hear a sudden tap tap tap and you remember you're not alone.

You give each other a little hesitant look, as if you didn't want to stop, then turn to face the board again to see the spirit's next letters.

U - N - D - R - E - S - S

Shit- Megumi's going to lose it in a second- couldn't we kiss first?

Regardless, the demon is demanding it in this order. So you nod and give him that wide eyed look that could bring him to his knees.

Before he realises what's happening your fingers are already pulling up the hem of your dress.

"W-we should hurry."

He hears the fear in your voice. He wants to make it go away.

So he quickly strips off his shirt and watches you pull the black material of your dress over your head, exposing the cutest underwear he's ever seen. And your body... he tries so desperately to look away to give you some privacy, but it would be a shame to look anywhere else.

He lets a long breath escape his mouth, trying to cool himself down.

"You look like an angel."

Fuck- so stupid!

To his relief, you giggle and edge closer to him with a little shiver.

"I'm... cold."

"Here," he shuffles back to find the side of your bed, propping himself up against it and sitting with his legs spread, "wanna sit on me again?"

But the way he looks now, with all his muscles exposed, the soft lighting illuminating each dip and ridge, is making you feel nervous all over again.

"Come on, let's stay warm, ok?"

You nod and climb into his welcoming embrace, perching on his thigh that you hope won't go dead anytime soon, while his arms circle round your body.

Needless to say, with your bodies pressing together like this, you're both getting pretty flustered.

"I'm sorry," you hear him mumble, where his lips are pressed into your hair, "I shouldn't have touched the damn board. This is all my fault."

You personally don't feel too sorry now you're in his arms, but you return the sentiment and push your head under his neck.

The spirit lets you sit quietly for a minute, then brings the board to life with its next instruction.

K - I - S - S

You feel Megumi fidget a bit, then he takes one of your small hands in his.

"Ok," you look up to see him give you a smile, then he presses the softest, most sensual kisses over your fingers, kissing each one individually. He closes his eyes, bringing his lips to your knuckles, then the back of your hand. Although the bleeding has stopped from the hit he took earlier, his lower lip is coming up in a puffy bruise.

"Ah-" you let out a sigh, totally by accident. You've never experienced anything so... romantic. But in reality, you thought he'd be like this.

"Megumi, are you starting to like this game?"

"It's... ok," he returns a flirty expression, his dark lashes dipping when he makes direct eye contact, "I'm just glad, I'm playing it with you."

The board interrupts you again, demanding your attention as it swivels to face you on its own accord, ensuring you can still read its message.

L - I - P - S

"Oh" you let out a little noise, biting your lip a little too late.

"Did you like that suggestion?"

His voice makes you nervous, but the way he touches you calms you again.

There is no rush in his movements. He's not forcing you. He caresses your jaw then takes your chin between his index and thumb, tilting your face up to his.

I can't believe I have to kiss her with this damn split on my lip.

"I'm sorry... about this."

"It's okay."

Let me... kiss it better.

The kiss is soft and slow- he focuses on your lower lip first, then your upper, giving you the most gentle pecks.

He pulls away, sucking gently.

You look stunned, and so pretty, as if he's just put a spell on you.

"Was that," his hand moves to cup your cheek, "ok?"

"It was... nice," you nod and look into his mysterious eyes, wondering what he's going to say next. Perhaps he's thought of a plan for you to exit the game and ditch this creepy spirit.

But it seems that his rational, logical mind is getting sidetracked.

"You want some more?"

"Uh," you dip your head a little, feeling a sudden blush cover your cheeks, "yes."

"Up here then, pretty girl," he tilts your chin and claims your lips again.

This time he takes you for longer, holding your hands. His fingers thread with yours and he pulls you round to face him, so your legs are spread over his body. He still kisses you softly, starting to cautiously suck at your lower lip, leaving the faint coppery taste of blood lingering there.

He feels how you're reacting to him, letting go of his hands to touch his hair again, where you stroke and tousle and push closer, till your chest is flush with his.

And now he can feel your warmth, and the way your thighs are spreading wider over him, he starts opening his mouth.

"Ngh-"

A little vocalisation spills from his throat. He suckles at your lip more fervently, guiding you to mimic his movements as you part your lips, following his lead.

As soon as you reciprocate, you feel his hands on your body, gently holding your waist. He tilts his head further up to you and strokes your bottom lip with his tongue.

"Ah-"

You let out a quiet sigh into his mouth, getting a feeling of relief and arousal when your tongues slip over each other.

You settle into the intimate, pleasurable feeling of his tongue sliding in your mouth and it suddenly dawns on you that you're french kissing Megumi Fushiguro. You feel your heart jumping in your chest- you almost jump and open your eyes. But his hands, one rubbing gentle circles near your hip, the other slipping up your spine to find the back of your neck, ease your nerves.

Now you find a rhythm of sucking and tonguing each other, your hips start moving on their own. It feels so natural.

But you're feeling quite embarrassed about the damp patch that's pooling between your legs. You just keep kissing him and hope that he can't feel you leaking over him through the thin material of your thong.

He gives your lip a particularly hard suck, making you whimper almost inaudibly before he pulls away.

His dark eyes shift over your body for a moment, taking you in, wearing that cute bra and those panties that, to be honest, may as well not be there.

He returns his gaze to your eyes. It makes you shiver when he breathes over your lips, "Can I touch you?"

You give him an easy nod. Thanks to him, you're so relaxed now, perching on his lap like a doll. So he runs his fingers from your waist right to the centre of your panties.

He starts rubbing you through the material, in circles to start with, then up and down and pushing in very gently, until you just can't take it and you have to bring your lips to his once again.

You feel him smile, kissing you back with his fingers dipping past the material to smear your silky juices over your clit.

"Wet," he slides up and down, "oh you're really wet."

He sounds excited. He wants to feel more.

"Fuck- let me finger you, please?"

This is going well outside the scope of the game you're ensnared in, but neither of you could really care. As long as you're safe and following the natural cadence of each other's bodies.

"Mhm," you nod and squeeze his shoulders tighter, feeling his fingertips start to spread you.

"Can I… go inside?"

He stares at your lips, then your eyes.

"Yes- yess,"

"Wanna make you feel good."

He mutters and sinks two fingers in, up to the first joint, getting his hand in your panties. He pauses there and slots in and out, watching a dizzy look appear on your face while you feel the soft pads of his fingers teasing you open.

"That's tight-" he tries desperately to push out thoughts of how you'd feel around his dick.

He pushes in some more, slowly working you open, while your head starts to dip down and you press little kisses on his neck.

"No, no," his other hand tugs at the back of your hair gently, "look at me while I'm fingering you, ok?"

"Ngh huh"

"Good," he presses another kiss to your lips, "good girl."

With your eyes starting to get all hazy and filled with lust, he can tell you're loving this so much, so he takes you up to his knuckles and you moan.

It's loud, and now he can hear you, he knows you're gonna make him crazy tonight.

But he's so gentle with you, for now, and he starts fucking you slow with his middle and ring fingers.

He sinks in and out with deep, long strokes, curling his fingers right inside you, suddenly reaching that sensitive spot you can barely touch by yourself.

"Nhh- ah~!"

"Oh, is this it- right here?"

His voice has gone deep and husky now, with his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

"Mmmm- mhm-"

You nod and watch that pretty smirk form on his lips again.

"You want me to touch you there some more?"

"Y-yea, yes-" you nod and he kisses you again, so delicately compared to his lewd movements in your core.

"So you won't mind…" he strokes that spot again, keeping his fingers pressed there firmly, "if I do this?"

He pushes harder, forcing a whimper from your lips.

"N-no," you shake your head.

"No, you don't mind? Or no, you don't want me to?"

"I- I don't mind-"

He's so pleased with your reactions that he treats you to that deep and skilled finger fucking until you're getting so wet that the most embarrassing squelching noises start leaving your pussy.

You try to bury your face in his chest while you cling onto his shoulders, but he can't stand that for a second.

"Ah ah," he nudges your head up again, connecting your lips once more, "what're you being so shy for, hm?"

"The- the sound…" it makes you cringe so bad.

"Hm, you're funny, sounds hot to me…"

He gives you a deeper kiss now, sliding his tongue in with his fingers slipping through you, his thumb starting to circle your clit.

"You know I'm just as turned on as you, right?"

He asks, pushing his hips up into you so you can feel the length of his cock.

"Oh- oh my god" you're shocked to feel how hard he is. How big he is.

"So don't be shy, ok?"

"Uh- uh huh" you manage weakly, and let him finger you how he likes it; with your eyes on him, his lips on yours, and your juice all over his hand.

You're barely cognizant of anything else happening around you at this point, as he has captured your full and undivided attention. But you notice the room getting warmer- the nasty biting chill is fading.

You take a little look to the side, noticing another candle has been relit. It feels so sensual and calm now with the soft light. And as your pretty head tilts like that, you feel Megumi leaning in and pressing his lips to your neck.

"You shouldn't have done that," he mutters against your skin. He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up, being so soft with you- especially when you present him with the slim muscles of your neck so willingly.

The angles and dips in your skin look ethereally beautiful, and as a man who loves to explore pleasure with his mouth as well as his hands, he can't help but kiss you there.

In this new, soft spot he has found on your throat, he starts tonguing and sucking. It starts off as gentle kissing, but when he starts going harder he has to tell himself;

Slow down, Megumi. Slow down. I can't stop, I can't stop it-

"Please let me," he rushes to get his words out, whispered against your skin, "let me mark you."

Nobody has ever put it quite like that before. The way he sounds is doing something terrible to you, something that you can't control.

"You mean-hh- a love bite?"

"Mhmm" he hums lowly and closes his eyes. You can feel his long lashes kissing your skin.

You never knew this game would take this kind of a turn. You've never experienced anything so sensual.

"Ye-ah, you can, mm"

"Mmmh" he groans and you immediately feel his teeth.

"Ah, ah!"

You're shocked by the sharp sting of his canines, but the pleasure that comes along with it, especially with his fingers knuckle deep in you, is overwhelming.

"Too much?"

"No, no- more, please-"

"Hmm" he hums and closes his eyes, letting the feelings take over.

The feeling of your soft and supple skin when he sucks and bites, knowing he's going to leave a beautiful red mark that will eventually fade to purple, and knowing you're hurting in the most incredible way... hearing those noises from your throat- whimpers that tell him you're loving this as much as he is- it makes him want to swallow you whole.

I want to cover her neck. I want to lick and bite her till she tells me it's enough. Even then... could I stop? Fuck, I want to taste her.

He grapples his body under control, slowing his motions, as you both notice the room is getting hot.

He pops his lips from your neck and you look around, seeing more candles are lit. It seems the spirit may be quite pleased now.

But in all honesty, the game may as well be non-existent at this point, with the way you're both getting so carried away.

Carried away with each other.

He kisses your lips again, pecking gently and sliding his soaked fingers out to work over the little bud of your clit, and he suddenly gets a tugging sensation on his leg.

"Hm?" what now.

He pulls away to squint at the board, peering around your body.

He reads it aloud for you.

"L, i, c, k."

You giggle at the embarrassed look on his face.

"Where?" He rolls his eyes and asks.

"P, u, s, s- okay I think you get it-"

The heat on your cheeks is unbearable, especially when Megumi opens his mouth to say his next words.

"I was going to anyway... if you wanted me to."

You trade places and he passes you a pillow, so you can sit comfortably against the bed while he gets on his knees. He helps you slip your bra off, telling you how beautiful you are while sinking down... lower.

"Can I touch your legs?"

"Mhm," you nod, watching him instantly bring his hands to your ankles. He pushes all the way up to your thighs, feeling their soft roundness in his firm grip.

"Mm-" you can't help the little noises that leave your throat when he squeezes you so tightly.

So he does it again, working his way up, till he finds the hem of your saturated panties, giving them a little tug.

You start helping him to push them down before he has a chance to open his mouth again, and you watch his eyes light up when he sees you... completely naked. He tosses your thong over his shoulder and returns his lazy stare to the puffy folds of your pussy.

He takes his thumb to your middle, slowly spreading you as his mouth starts to hang ajar.

"Megumi..." you look down at where he's touching you, "it's not just about the game. I-" you hesitate and bite your lip.

He drags his eyes up to focus on yours once more.

"I actually... want this. I want you."

He sighs with a relieved smile, his thumb still tracing through you.

"I know," of course, the way you’ve been reacting has told him nothing less. But it's so reassuring to hear it out loud, not to mention the way your sweet words stroke his ego.

"I want you too, don't worry."

You let out a sigh, feeling a little more relaxed, then feel his thumb trace over the raised bud of your clit.

"Ah-Megumi-"

"You don't have to say anything- just, know that this isn't a game for me."

You shake your head urgently.

"Me either, really- ahh~"

You sink back on the pillow now, easing into the pleasure of his gentle tapping, followed by swirling and circling. You have to admit, most guys around your age (university students) have been no less than underwhelming when it comes to... pleasure giving. Clueless, even.

You know he's a couple of years older, but surely he's racked up some serious experience to get this good.

"H-how many people... have you slept with?"

Your sudden question takes him off guard.

"Not as many as you'd think," he replies with a subtle but cocky smirk, "now relax."

He sinks down further, kneeling in between your legs almost like he's worshipping you, and connects his soft lips to your folds. He teases your labia expertly- you've never even thought to touch yourself there. Then his wet tongue slides up and down, through you, every movement so slow and sensual while he keeps his eyes on you to make sure you're okay.

And you are. He sees your eyes pop open with shock and sheer pleasure when he sucks on your clit and he nearly lets out a laugh. Meanwhile, you're coming to the realisation that you aren't going to last very long at all.

How cute. Nobody's done this to her before.

And he's thrilled that he's the first to twist his tongue around your clit and work you up so close that your thighs start trembling in his hands. But he stops and slides his tongue down and up, teasingly slow. You're obviously confused at what he's doing.

You can't tell if he's doing it on purpose or not- as if he'd suddenly forget how to eat pussy- and he's finding it all very amusing.

Oh, this is too good. She's never been edged before. Wonder if she's even done it to herself.

So he has his fun with your clit for a while, until you get so pink in the face with impatience that he just lets off a little chuckle.

"Fuck- you're so cute."

She has no fucking idea what she's doing to me right now. She's so sensitive, I need to go easy on her. But I can't... I need to taste her, I need to stick my tongue inside her so badly.

The blood has flooded away from his brain so quickly he can barely think, making his dick swell so full it almost hurts. He can't ignore his urges for a second longer so plunges his tongue into you suddenly making you gasp, your hands balling into tight fists.

He notices you going rigid with the intensity of his tonguing.

"Relax. If you want to grab onto something, put your hands in my hair."

He takes one hand away from your leg and reaches for one of your tight fists.

"Come here," he opens your hand up and threads your fingers into his hair, and you sigh at the contact. It feels good. You bring your other hand up to his head and you can't help but start tugging. He encourages you with soft groans and before you know it you're grabbing harshly at his strands, letting off that pent up arousal from how good he's tongue fucking you, and it's distracting you so much that you forget to hold back your moans so much. And when he hears you, god, now you've got it coming.

He tongues you deep and hard, suddenly pulls out and swipes your clit- and his favourite part, watching your first ever orgasm through receiving oral- you whimper embarrassingly loud and he sucks every ounce of pleasure from your core.

Oh god, look at her. I'm so fucking lucky.

You're breathing hard and bringing a hand to your flushed face, watching him pull away slowly, licking his lips and looking like he wants to do it all over again.

How embarrassing!? I came so quick.

"Did you-?" he knows, but he wants to hear you say it.

"Yes-" you give him a little glare and bite your lip.

"Fuck-" she really wants this.

"You just- you were touching me... for ages" you whine, making him chuckle and sit up on his knees.

"Ok, ok, I didn't say anything!" He laughs at you, making your face turn a new shade of red when you hear such a beautiful sound, until you're interrupted by the board tapping again.

It seems less urgent now, less pressing, as if it's not going to snap and hurt you at any moment.

But its next instruction leaves Megumi reeling. You see him scowl at the board, his black eyebrows furrowing before bringing a hand to his face.

"What is it?"

You peer over at the board. It seems to repeat itself for your eyes.

S - U - C - K

You let out a little nervous laugh, but you have a plan.

"Just- come here," you murmur- he seems embarrassed now.

You want to use Megumi's technique from earlier- how he kissed your hand rather than your lips.

"Give me your... fingers."

Your voice is quiet, but he hears you and brings his hand to yours, where you pull him closer in between your legs, till his knees are either side of your waist and he's nearly sitting on your lap.

It's just to buy you some time, really, before the spirit inevitably interrupts you again. And he seems pleased with your idea, watching you give his fingers a few gentle kisses before taking them inside your mouth.

He holds back a groan, feeling you start to suck, licking with your warm tongue and sliding your pretty lips over him. Your movements aren't meant to be overly sexual. You're just moving in the same way you were earlier, when you were making out. You close your eyes now and let out a little hum.

He wants you to obey the demon. He really does.

But now he's on the receiving end, he understands how you've felt... with such commands, telling him to touch you and pleasure you.

It's different now.

You see that look of concern build on his face. He looks so conflicted.

"Mm," you pop his fingers out, "Megumi- don't look so worried. The same goes for you."

He bites his lip with quite a pitiful look.

I can't force her to do this. I'd rather take another beating from that spirit.

"I want to," you mutter, turning his hand over to study his palm, while kissing and licking the pads of his fingers so cutely. Your shyness is fading away and you're feeling more comfortable- from how he treated you, and now seeing his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose light up the prettiest shade of pink.

"I want to..."

You don't want the spirit to interrupt you again, but you swear you've never said anything so dirty.

"suck you off."

"Uh-"

The sound from Megumi's mouth was half... hesitation, half something else.

He knows it was arousal.

His eyes flit about the room, noticing another candle relight itself.

"I-, uh..."

I want you, too.

I want your lips.

I want your mouth.

I want your tongue.

"Please let me?"

You've never done this before.

Your heart is pounding, but you'd do anything to make him feel more at ease right now... more comfortable with this situation.

"Y-yeah, um, do you want-"

Why am I so fucking nervous? Shit. When was the last time I felt like this? She's too beautiful to be doing something like this...

"Sit here." You tap the edge of your mattress, and he gets up to perch there, with you kneeling under him.

"You- yea- uhh- ok, ok-"

Your hands pressing his thighs open are a sure sign. He's starting to accept it now- starting to realise how much you want this.

"There's no rush- ok," one of his hands wraps around your wrist, before he starts to unzip his black jeans. The strain on his cock is slowly released- it's been pressing so uncomfortably since the second he had his hands on you. He reaches the button and pops it open, with you tugging eagerly at his belt loops.

"Ok, just-" he sits up and lets you get his jeans past his ass.

Now you can see the dark, wet stain on his black boxers. And how fucking tight they are.

"Megumi, you're-"

So hard.

So big.

"How-"

is he going to fit in my mouth?

You were feeling so confident...

He sees your wide eyes and takes one hand to palm the back of your neck. It's so obvious to him now.

She's never done this before.

"It's ok- just take it slow."

He moves his hand to cup your jaw, where his thumb presses over your lip.

"I'm very patient."

I can pretend to be patient. For her.

You edge closer, tentatively pressing your lips to the hard swell in his shorts.

He's so warm here. It feels wet.

You tug at his waistband now.

She looks so pretty.

He allows you to pull down his shorts…and close your lips over-

"Mm-"

I want to fuck her mouth.

I want to fuck her throat.

I want to cum on her lips.

"That's it-"

Am I doing it right?

Can he feel my teeth?

I want to make him feel good.

His expression tells you that it doesn't feel bad at least. So you keep going, now experimenting with your tongue- you slide it over his swollen pink tip, up and down the middle.

Then you feel his hand on the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer.

"Yeah, j-just open- oh-"

The fat swell of his tip is fully in your mouth now, and your lips are being guided further down.

"Good- so good-"

Now suck, suck it, just like you did with my fingers, please.

"Mmh– fuck!"

You have no idea what you're doing, so you keep looking up at him for reassurance.

He nods stiffly with his lips pressed shut, his hands now balled into tight fists around your sheets in a desperate attempt to tame himself and those strong urges...

I want to grab her neck.

I want her to choke on me.

I can't do it. Not to her.

He keeps his hips still and lets you do it at your own pace.

You bob your head up and down slowly, hearing him let out little sighs.

"Mm, keep- keep doing that-"

"Mhm-"

If she looks at me like that one more time I'm going to cum.

He brushes a stray hair out of your face, looking at your wide eyes... and even wider mouth, spread so beautifully over his dick.

"C-can you use your tongue for me?"

"Nng-"

You push your tongue along the underside of his shaft, sucking and licking and getting him all wet with your saliva.

"Th-that's it-"

She's gonna make me cum like this. I can't cum in her pretty mouth… not over her lips… or her face.

"F-fuck–"

He tries to push out those terrible thoughts… of your body covered in marks, with his cum dripping down your chin. However hesitant he was about this, now you're doing it he never wants it to end. But he has to- he can't do it. Not like this.

"Sstop- stop!!"

"Ngh- sorry- d-did it feel bad??"

"N-no- I was about to…"

"You don't want to-?"

"No! Well, yes, but just… not in your… mouth."

Fuck. He can tell his cheeks are bright red.

"Then where…?"

She's so innocent. Does she know what she sounds like? Can she hear her own voice like I can?

He looks you up and down, then starts to stand up, kicking off his pants and shorts completely. Sinking down to his knees, he gets up close and ushers you back, crawling forward and pressing you down onto the carpet.

Your back hits the wooden board and you nudge it out of the wayso you can lie flat, surrounded by the candles you lit earlier. Megumi lifts the board and places it outside the soft ring of light.

Turning back to you, he gets on top of your body, with your legs surrounding his waist.

"I want to have sex with you."

"It- it's ok- the board didn't t– mmff–"

He kisses you hard.

"The spirit is gone."

You can feel it now. The heavy tension in the air has cleared and it doesn't feel like there's anyone watching you anymore.

"It's just me and you."

You let a nervous breath pass your lips.

If it's gone, wouldn't he want to stop now?

But without the spirit, everything feels warmer- his body feels warm over yours, and there's an incredible intimacy that surrounds you both.

You've been touching each other all evening, but this is different. Now your bodies are both completely bare, and you're alone, you're feeling more nervous than ever. Your hands lay at your sides, feeling the fibres of the carpet as your palms get clammy and hot. Your mouth feels dry and you don't know where to look. His body just gets your stomach in knots and his eyes… there's such an intense look there, as if he can see your thoughts.

At least, he can tell you're nervous.

"You don't get it, do you?"

It's almost as if he's scolding you. You keep your mouth shut, eyes wide and on his, looking confused but terribly pretty.

"It's not about the game. I want you…"

How are you supposed to tell him this is your first time??

"Megumi– I, I–"

I want you too.

I want to have sex with you.

"I've never done this before!!"

"It's okay, don't be scared. I can be gentle, if you want."

It's kind of mortifying that he's comforting you like this, but he's enjoying it a little too much.

I don't mind that you're a virgin. I want to show you what it's supposed to feel like.

"You should do it... how you like it."

You're embarrassed to say stuff like this but you really don't want him to be disappointed. It's not as if you have any clue what you're doing, so you'd prefer if he took the lead.

Oh, no. There's no chance you're getting it my way.

He can't stop the thoughts of your slender wrists bound behind your back with your ass slapped pink.

No, no, no.

He shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh.

"You have no idea what you're asking for, do you?"

"No but- I, I just want you... to feel good."

He starts to open his mouth again, but you seal his lips with a kiss so sweet and tender it makes his heart melt.

"I'll take it slow, I promise, just tell me if it's too much okay?"

"Yeah"

Your lips are kiss swollen, parted and trembling, tears threatening to spill from your glassy eyes, but you draw in a deep breath and...

"Give me your hand, yeah hold me here. Is that good?"

...he's inside you.

Why can't I say anything?

Your mind has gone blank… the words are all gone.

"Are you okay?"

"Ye-ah–"

It's not just words you're struggling for.

It's your breath.

Now, little moans are choking up and you take your hand that's been clasping tightly at the back of his neck since the moment he sunk into you and you press it across your mouth.

It's so embarrassing. Why am I making these sounds?

But they're being pushed out. You can't help it. With every one of his slow yet firm thrusts you feel your back arching off the carpet and your throat getting tighter. The heat rising in your abdomen is creating such an intense pressure you're sure you're going to explode any second.

"Don't be shy," his cool fingers wrap around your wrist and he tugs gently, "please."

"Hah-ah-" your mouth is uncovered but you wish it wasn't.

A new pink flush floods your cheeks and you go to bury your head in his neck, but he doesn't let you.

"No, let me see you."

He stares into your irises intently. You blink back at him and try to focus on what to say. You have to say something… anything.

"W-hy am I…?" you make a weak gesture, just a glance, and he knows you're feeling conscious about the sounds you're making.

"It's natural, I promise."

"But– mm– I can't control it– isn't that… weird?"

I could make you moan louder if I wanted.

He looks you up and down, biting his lip. You wonder what he's thinking.

"No, it's totally normal for girls to… moan-" he gives your lips a look of seduction that could make you faint, then your eyes get the same treatment, "during sex with me, anyway."

He keeps going and pins your hands above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours, making sure you don't try to cover your mouth or restrict yourself in any way.

He wants to see you. He wants to hear you. He wants all of you.

"Ngh- w-ait–"

He's getting deeper… bigger?

Your head hits the carpet and he dives for your neck.

"Fuck– you're so pretty here."

He kisses you tenderly, but his movements are getting… harsh. The way he's grinding into your core is making you feel weak. Your mouth hangs open now– you need to fucking breathe.

You let out a few more whimpers– he feels the vibrations through your throat and he nearly loses his mind.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Uh– uh huh"

The feeling is… unmistakable. You've never done this before, but you know what's coming. You trap your lip between your teeth and your eyebrows screw up, as if you're in pain, but what you're feeling is so far from that...

"Does it hurt?"

No, no, no, I'm just about to–

"Nnhh– it– it's–"

Too hard.

Too much...

Too late-

"Fuck– oh fuck–" you watch his eyes lose focus on yours, for the first time.

"You're fucking squeezing me– sso– tight–" he groans- it's such a deep and full sound, right from his chest.

Your body hums and you let him take you through it. He keeps thrusting, controlling the flow of your pleasure, until he has to slow himself down. He's so thankful he has self discipline on his side, or he's pretty sure you'd be getting pregnant tonight.

"Gonna– fuuuckk…"

He slips his dick out when you're done and presses down hard against your stomach, where he rubs himself and spurts hot, white cum up your body.

He came so much… all he can do is moan and move his body slower and slower, sliding his tip through the liquid on your stomach. His moaning soon turns into soft giggles– you join him, in the ecstatic post high of love making– and he presses his now flushed face into your neck.

"S-sorry I made such a mess…" he half whispers.

He finally lets go of your hands and sits up, allowing you to catch your breath and come down for a moment, before he helps you up and gets you all clean. Luckily, there's a bathroom right next to your room, so he runs the water hot and fills the tub.

"Is it warm enough? Good, let me help."

No, he doesn't do this with everyone he's slept with. Why is he doing it with you? He doesn’t know. Why is he climbing in the bath with you and caressing the marks on your body like he didn't just put them there himself? He doesn't have the answers, but he does know he's staying with you all night. And in the morning he'll walk you to campus. He won't forget anything that happened with you last night. He'll remember every detail and they'll play through his head all day– he'll recall them so vividly that the tips of his ears will be constantly pink throughout the day. His friends will comment that he looks particularly distant, but he'll deny it and hope they don't notice how he's totally smitten, daydreaming of you.

He manages to keep up this weak act until he sees you again. That's when all his senses just fly away and he wants to hold you in the middle of your lab. He wants to unbutton that oversized white coat and just strip it off you– he's almost annoyed that he can't see your figure, as if he's entitled to it.

But that would probably make his situation worse. It would only make that yearning, soft feeling in his chest grow– and it does. With the days and months passing, he only chases it… chases you. Until he can't take it anymore and only wants to be by your side, suddenly but assertively asking you to be his. And the way you look at him makes him panic for a few seconds– you're just so shocked. Perhaps he was too urgent? Too forceful?

His words kind of came out a little aggressive. Perhaps a little desperate. But he couldn't help it.

And the way your body is pinned under his on your bed with your pupils blown wide and your mouth gasping makes him want to do terrible things to you. But not without this. Not without you agreeing.

"Yes…"

You don't know what it entails "to be his" but you get the feeling he means… he wants you to be his girlfriend.

Megumi Fushiguro's girlfriend? Now, that doesn't sound too bad.

tysm for reading, lmk if u like longer stuff like this, i hope to write more :p

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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hi, i love ur writing ! could u do where leon compliments reader and reader is like "u dont have to say that, u know i am not beautiful" basically like reader being insecure, then leon comforts her and showering her with compliments. :) 💗

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Thank you for the request my lovely! Hope you enjoy! 💕💕

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You’re wrist deep in cookie dough, kneading it under your palms with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows as you let out little huffs, Sherry had a school bake sale and you were more than happy to help offering to bake her some cookies.

Leon always admired that about you, the way you were so kind and caring, you’ve helped him a lot through these past couple of months and he thinks you’re just perfect, inside and out.

He walks over to you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “Hey beautiful” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you roll the chocolate chip-covered cookie dough into balls.

He doesn’t miss the way you wince slightly at the nickname, how you seem to go in on yourself, you’ve been like this for weeks now, avoiding his touches, even at night you seem to sleep further away from him, he hates it.

“Hey, do you think two batches are enough? Or should I do another?” You ask trying to divert the conversation in a different direction, Leon notices the way your eyes seem to be fixed on the cookie dough, “I don’t remember how many children are in Sherry’s class”

He can see the concern that laces through your eyes, and he knows the worry goes far beyond Sherry’s school bake sale, there’s something much deeper in the way, something that makes you brush his love off.

“I think two batches are plenty, Sherry’s gonna be over the moon,” he says, noticing that you haven’t preheated the oven as he turns it to one-eighty degrees, “You wanna go grab some dinner after you’ve finished pretty girl?” He asks frowning at the way you wince.

There’s that look that flashes over your face again as if his words are venomous, and it breaks his heart, and he dreads to think about the horrible words you’re telling yourself.

He stands there for a moment, watching as you put the second batch of cookies in the oven thinking about how to approach this because, in all honesty, Leon doesn’t know how long he handled this distance you’ve wedged between the pair of you.

He waits until you set the timer, washing your hands and drying them off, until talking to you letting out a sigh as he prepares himself.

“Can we talk?” He asks, leaning against the countertops, his eyebrows pinched together when you don’t look at him.

“Sure, what is it?” You turn over to where he’s standing, arms crossed over his chest.

His hands go to rest against your hips, and he hates the way you seem to flinch from his touch as if his hands were poison against you, his chest tightens at the way you nibble on your bottom lip as you push away from him.

“What’s going on? Talk to me” he says, his tone soft and caring and it makes you want to burst into tears because the last thing Leon deserves is the way you’ve been treating him lately, constantly pushing him away every time he reaches out for you.

And you hate how much power your insecurities hold over you, hate how it’s now affecting your relationship, it kills you.

“Hey, don’t cry angel,” he says, noting the tears that fall down the curve of your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut, you felt so undeserving of such a sweet nickname.

You shake your head wiping your tears, “Don’t do that Leon” you cry, wrapping your arms around yourself, and he looks back at you with confusion.

“Do what?— y/n?” He asks, trying to understand why you were suddenly so upset, “Hey, beautiful tell me what’s going on?” His hands go to reach out for you but you’re quick to push them away.

“You don’t have to keep saying it, I’m not- I’m not beautiful or- or pretty, so just stop— please” and he swears he can feel his heart shatter, the remnants poking in his throat, and it’s hard to listen to your sobs.

He doesn’t know how to approach this, he’s terrified of making it worse but the way you hold yourself as pitiful sobs escape your lips breaks him in ways he never thought possible.

“Can— can I hold you?” He asks, relief washing over him as you nod whispering a small ‘okay’ and his arms wrap around you holding you close to him as he lets you cry into his shirt, his hand soothing your back.

“I’m sorry Leon, I’m just scared- I’m scared that you’ll look at me the way I do” you mumble and he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. It pains him to know that you look at yourself with anything other than kindness.

“Sweetheart, hey look at me,” he says, hands cupping either side of your tear-stained face.

“I love you- so much it’s scary, and I need you to know that okay? You mean the world to me” he promises, with such a loving look in his eyes and you can't find the heart to doubt his words.

"You're the most perfect person in the world, so beautiful inside and out, and god, you're so pretty, so so pretty, you- you leave me breathless" he smiles at the teary chuckle that leaves your lips.

You smile back at him, and you know there isn’t much he can say to erase your insecurities, it’s a deep-rooted problem you have to face alone, but the way he showers you with his love helps more than he’ll ever know.

“What can I do to make it better? Anything and I'll do it” he asks, you let out a breathy giggle and you almost convince yourself he’s not real, he can’t be.

You reach up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, and you slowly come to realise that, Leon really does love you and it was foolish to think otherwise, “There’s nothing really, just be patient, and don’t leave me” you murmur resting your head back against his shoulder, he hates that he can’t help you more.

“I’ll never leave you, ever” he promises, a gentle hand smoothing over your hair as he holds you against him.

“I’m sorry for being so awful to you, m’sorry for pushing you away,” you tell him with a slight wobble to your voice.

“You don’t need to apologise, you just gotta tell me what’s up, yeah? That’s what I’m here for” he tells you and you let out another wet, teary chuckle nodding your head and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

A minute passes by, as you both stand there holding each other before the timer goes off, and Leon pulls away as he takes out the cookies, and you can tell by the look in his eyes that’s he tempted to take one.

“Don’t even think about Leon, these are for Sherry’s bake sale” you remind him, as he still admires the delicious chocolate chip cookies.

“I’ll make another batch just for us” you wink, bumping your hip against his as he moves out of your way, and he smiles at the way you don't move away from his touch when his hand falls to your waist, you giggle at how he stands behind you watching intently as you put the cookies into little individual bags, fancy ribbon and all, and he can't help but think just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

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misterblanc · 1 year

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react (pt. II)

toto wolff x fem!reader

summary: toto takes his game one step further.

warnings: dirty talk, smut (sex toys, humiliation kink, mean!toto, daddy kink, squirting), inappropriate use of a bow tie [18+ MINORS D.N.I.]

notes: my need to get dicked down by this old man will never tire. check out part one if you haven't yet! (ignore the fact that i wrote pt. 1 in past tense, i hadn't yet learned that i'm much more comfy with present 🤪)

words: 2,689

❣️ dirty thangs under the cut ❣️

"I’d feel sorry for you if fucking your brains out wasn’t going to be the highlight of my evening.”

Toto's crude words echo in your brain as he half leads, half drags your overstimulated body down the hallway to the elevator, making you nearly trip over yourself. Your legs shake as your nerves are set on fire from the continuous vibration inside of you.

"Toto," your voice barely rises above a whisper out as he punches the call button. "Please, can you turn it off just until we get to the room?"

He takes a beat to look at your quaking body - your eye makeup is starting to bleed from your sudden onset of tears that arose when he had you pinned against the wall, and a red flush is covering your chest, blooming out from underneath the sodden material of your dress. He loves you like this, wide-eyed and on the brink of breaking down for him, and he's never wanted to fuck you more. But instead, he says:

"Now, why would I want to do that," he smiles wickedly, "When I'm having so much fun?"

The bright ding of the elevator arriving nearly makes you jump out of your skin, and Toto roughly pushes you inside ahead of him. Before the doors even close, he has a hand wrapped around your neck and is backing you up into the mirror - the same one in which he had lovingly admired you only a while ago.

The bare skin of your upper back makes contact with the cold glass and Toto roughly slits a leg in between yours. The sensation of his muscular thigh tensing beneath the wool of his tuxedo pants draws a gasp from you. Only the thin scraps of fabric of your gown and drenched panties separate the two of you, and you desperately begin to seek friction with his leg, grinding your hips down.

At the feeling of your pelvis rolling against him, he lets out a small laugh.

"Look at you, so desperate to cum that you're actually humping my leg."

You let out a soft whine as you begin to relieve some of the tension that's been boiling inside of you, threatening to spill over at any second. The rolls of your hips begin to quicken and Toto is fast to clamp his free hand onto your hip, fingers digging into the plump skin painfully hard, hard enough to stop your movements.

"Don't you dare cum, schatzi," he warns, eyes fiery and fingers tensing around the column of your neck. "If you cum, I'm not going to touch you for a month. When I told you I couldn't wait to get you underneath me I wasn't fucking around."

Another ding signals the stop of your floor. With that, he withdraws his leg, leaving you somehow even more strung out than when you entered the elevator. He doesn't wait for you as he walks down the hallway, and you practically have to peel yourself off the mirror to follow after him.

As soon as the door to the hotel room closes behind you, he removes his tuxedo jacket, throwing it haphazardly across the king-sized bed. You clock the frantic motion - you know Toto wants this just as bad as you do, even when he plays up the cold and uncaring side of his demeanor. Toto catches your eyes and looks at you expectantly as he undoes the cufflinks of his dress shirt and begins rolling the sleeves up to his elbow.

Your skin heats up at the sight of those muscular arms and you're reminded of how much power Toto truly holds over you, both mentally and physically.

"Why aren't your clothes off, schatz?" he asks pointedly. "Don't just stand there staring at me."

Wordlessly, you slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders, the soft material falling to the floor where it pools around your high heels. Shame fills you when you push your wet thong down and feel the cool air of the room hit your wetness and your hard nipples. You crouch down to hide your nakedness and start to unbuckle the straps of your heels when Toto snaps his fingers at you.

"Leave them on," he says sternly. "And don't try to cover yourself up, either."

Your face grows hot at the authority in his voice and you tentatively begin to stand up, limply dropping your arms at your sides.

"Knees." Toto commands, beginning to undo the knot of his bowtie.

"What?" you squeak out, confused.

"I said," he repeats tersely, sliding the tie off his neck and pointing at the space on the floor just beyond the foot of the bed. "Knees. I think toys make you a bit dumb, darling. Or maybe you had too much to drink back there?"

Your cheeks flush at his crude words but you follow his instructions, knees sinking into the soft carpeting of the room. You're still fighting the instinct to cover up when he walks behind you and roughly pulls your arms behind your back, crossing them at the wrist just above the curve of your ass.

"What are you doing?" you gasp softly.

"Since you're obviously having a hard time following instructions tonight," he taunts, slipping the satin material of the tie around your crossed wrists. "I think you need a little reminder of who's in charge here."

He punctuates his words with a harsh yank of the tie, and you realize he's tied your wrists together. He steps back around in front of you and when you look up you feel the ache between your thighs grow stronger.

All 6' 5" of him practically towers over you, and he's just so painfully handsome, with his sharp bone structure and brown hair that's verging on the edge of wild from absentmindedly raking his hands through it during dinner. When you first met him, you were intimidated by his appearance and commanding personality, not to mention the largeness of, well...everything about him. You didn't know then how quickly and easily he could oscillate between soft and mean, or how much you'd love the feeling of him breaking you down bit by bit. He brings a hand down to cup your chin, caressing your tear-stained cheek with his thumb.

"I probably didn't even need to tie you up, all I had to do is say 'hold your arms behind your back and don't fucking move,'" he smirks, now stroking the pad of his thumb over your quivering bottom lip. "And you're such a good girl, you just listen. You'd never disobey Daddy, do you schatzi?"

His thumb slips into your mouth then, leaving you only able to shake your head side to side in response. You curl your tongue over the digit, sucking your own tears off of it gently and looking up at him through your wet lashes.

Toto looks at you with an almost adoring look on his face and reaches his free hand down to stroke the crown of your head, his fingers pushing loose strands of fine hair away from your face. The tender moment is short-lived, though, and he suddenly pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and is quick to replace it with his middle and ring fingers, shoving them roughly against your tongue.

You whine at the metallic taste of his wedding band and the hand lovingly stroking your head moves to roughly grip the hair at the base of your scalp, forcing you to crane your head up towards him. He uses the new angle to push his fingers deeper into your mouth and you gag around the thickness of them.

"Open that pretty mouth up, liebling, I know you can do better. You take Daddy's cock all the time, no?"

It doesn't take long to turn you into a drooling, needy mess, shifting your thighs together as you let out frustrated, muffled whines. Somewhere in the cloud of need and spit and his fingers in your mouth, you barely notice that he's finally turned off the vibrator. The dormant toy, while still creating a fullness, is nothing compared to what you want - the familiar feeling of his dick stuffed inside of you.

He makes quick work of his suit pants, unzipping them only enough to release his cock from the confines of his underwear. It springs up, the tip hitting the bottom of his toned stomach, and you feel your mouth reflexively begin to water when you see pre-cum collecting on it.

Toto fists his length with one hand, leading it to your waiting mouth. Your wet tongue welcomes his heaviness, drooling around his warm cock as he slides lower in your throat.

You can only moan around the thick warmth pressing down on your tongue, gagging as he thrust his hips forward and bottomed out at the back of your throat. His grip on your hair tightens as his pace picks up, the lewd, wet sound of him fucking your mouth filling the large room.

"That's it, baby, fuck, taking my cock so well."

His hungry brown eyes don't break from yours as he bobs your head in time with his hips, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth, gagging each time he forces the back of your throat open wider to make room for his thick cock. He finally allows himself to moan and the sounds go straight to the tightness between your legs.

"You fucking love this," Toto chuckles, fluttering his eyes shut in pleasure, head tipping back. "You little slut - you're desperate to cum in the lobby where anyone could see you, but as soon as you get a cock in your mouth, you can't think about anything else."

He pulls you off him then, strands of drool still connecting his throbbing length to your red, slick lips. His voice is low and rough when he orders you to stand up. You stay down, trying to catch your breath as your chest rises and falls rapidly, the spit from your face starting to drip onto your chest.

"It wasn't a request, schatz."

He doesn't waste time picking you up by your waist and throwing you onto the bed, making you land uncomfortably on your back with your arms pinned beneath you. He quickly sheds the rest of his clothes before he's on his knees on the floor in front of you, his height still making him loom over you despite the difference with the bed.

"D-daddy" you whimper, struggling against the binds. "Please..."

"Please, what?" he teases, prying your thighs apart to wrap his arms around them, yanking you down the bed even further so your ass is almost hanging off the edge.

"Please...touch me - I'll be good, I promise. "

"I'd make you beg for more, liebling, but right now you look good enough to eat."

Toto's hand snakes up to touch your soaking folds, running a fingertip up and down them, stopping to circle your weeping hole where the base of the pink silicone is sticking out. He gently pulls on it and you let out a soft cry at the feeling of its fullness leaving your weak, overstimulated body. You're finally exposed to him with nowhere to hide.

"God, look at you. Soaking Daddy's fingers like a little slut. I could practically smell your pussy at that table. I wonder if anyone else could, hmm? You think Lewis could smell how wet you get for me, baby?"

"No, Daddy!" you whimper, your bottom lip wobbling.

Suddenly, he swings his hand forward to slap the wet mess between your legs. “I want you to cum for me.” He repeats the action, again and again, getting harsher with each spank.

He alternates the rough slaps with dips of his fingers inside your tight core. The combination of the movements and the filthy wet sounds of his relentless attack on your cunt quickly push you over the edge, and spasms spread throughout your body. You feel senseless, the relief almost taking you out of your body.

"That's it, squirt for me," he growls, landing another sharp slap on your cunt. "You've already made such a fucking mess on my hands, cum and make some more."

Your vision goes white as your arousal floods out of you, wetting his thick fingers and spreading down to the veins of his muscular forearms. It's seeping into the sheets of the bed beneath you and you know you'll be the one to have to shamefully make the call down to housekeeping to get the bed changed.

You feel the bed dipping with his weight as the world comes flooding back to you. With the edge of your heightened state finally being taken off, your senses can take in more of him now - the smell of his expensive cologne, the softness of his skin, and the weight of his body on top of yours. You're still too weak to move, even when you feel him moving in between your legs, the heat of the head of his cock dragging up and down your soaking folds.

"Been thinking about fucking you all night, love," he murmurs, dipping his head down to fit into the crook of your neck.

You both groan in unison when he finally pushes the tip in. Toto bites your neck at the feeling of his length sinking in, disappearing into you inch by inch.

"You've been so good for Daddy, schatzi," Toto purrs, nipping at the skin of your neck as his hips begin moving. He's stretching you out so good, filling you up to the brim to the point where you can't even speak. "You don't have to do anything except take my cock and let me use your sweet cunt, okay? Just have to let it happen...take whatever I give you."

He fucks into you hard then, pulling your hips up to meet his pumps as a loud squelching and skin slapping fills the room. Your breasts bounce in time with his movements, rocking against the broad expanse of his chest. It's better than what you had been imagining all night as you sat and suffered at that table, in the hallway, in the elevator, and on your knees. You start to whine as you feel that familiar sensation begin to build again when his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you, and he pulls his face away from your neck to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

"Cum on my cock, baby" he murmurs against your lips, pounding into your pussy with unspoken ownership. "Be my good girl, be Daddy's good girl."

You cry into his mouth as you come undone, the walls of your cunt clenching around his thickness.

"That's right, baby, Jesus, you look so beautiful when you cum."

You can tell by the way his hips are stuttering that he won't last much longer, and you wrap your legs around his waist, hooking him in and forcing him deeper inside of you.

"Please cum inside of me, Daddy" you beg, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

He praises you and your cunt endlessly, the words spilling out of his mouth as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier

"So fucking good, just for me, shit - so fucking tight-"

"Fuck!" he curses one last time before emptying himself inside of you, the pulsations of his cock making you ache in the best way possible. You can feel his spent leaking out of you and onto your inner thighs as he collapses on top of you, your spent breaths and moans mixing together.

His breath is warm on your neck as you both come down from your orgasms. Toto lifts his head when he finally catches his breath, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"Was I too mean?" he asks huskily, eyes searching your face for any sign that he had gone too far this time, overstepped a boundary.

"No," you sigh contentedly. "You were perfect. Now, can you please untie me?"

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itostea · 11 months

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days off

warnings: just a lot of fluff!! you’re both lovesick for each other

a/n: the ending is a bit rushed so oops

It’s not often for your boyfriend to take a day off of practice. He’s a man built on the discipline of a routine, the kind of guy that you wouldn’t expect to ever skip a day. But Rin thinks he’s gotten too comfortable in his relationship with you–not that that’s a bad thing. Truthfully, he’s grown far too used to your company and today was no different. As a matter of fact, he thinks it’s even worse now as he was willing to take practice off just to laze around the living room with you.

So here he was, sitting on the carpeted floor and listening to you ramble about some anime you just watched about volleyball. His fingers graze over the skin of your palm, tracing little patterns as he sits through your chatter and occasionally offering his own thoughts.

“Why are they using that boring power of friendship shit? Can’t they just score their own goals?”

“Huh? Goals? Are we talking about the same sport right now?” You laughed and the sound just makes him fall in love all over again. “Well, I guess for you, scoring points for yourself is probably more rewarding than having someone do it for you.”

With that, you’re off in your own world again: rambling as you twitch occasionally to sit in a different position. And he just listens, sitting quietly as he resumes playing with your fingers and hands. Rin thinks you’re so cute like this. He’s not very verbal and doesn’t voice his love very often. Yet, he just hopes you notice the fond look in his eyes–see how he’s enamored by your mere presence alone.

“Then he–” you pause, tilting your head so you can gauge your boyfriend’s reaction. When you’re around him, you practically wear your emotions on your sleeve. It’s not like you could help it–especially when he was looking at you like that. It doesn’t help that Rin was so attractive too. You even think to yourself that there’s no way he could look that good in such a simple, black t-shirt!

You feel your heart race as your hands impulsively pull him up so you can move onto his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder so he wouldn’t see the effect he had on you. It’s almost natural how his hand slides down your waist while the other brushes the skin of your neck. His voice is quiet against your head. “Tired?”

You shake your head, not resisting when he leans back, pulling your head so he can see your face. For someone who looks so cold, his fingers sure are warm resting on your cheeks. You’re not sure if it’s normal for your boyfriend to be this clingy but you don’t complain when he reaches over to pepper light kisses all over your face. The feeling of his soft lips is ticklish and you can’t help but giggle. “Rin! What are you–” you laugh, holding onto him as he pushes you down on the couch.

From the corner of your eye, you can see the slightest smile painted over his lips as he traps you underneath him–kissing you on the lips gently. You can’t help but grin widely at his sudden display of affection. “You’re more touchy than usual. You sure you wanna spend your day here being unproductive with me?” You ask, reaching up to cup his face.

He presses a kiss on your palm, glancing down at you with a frown that’s awfully out of character. “Are you kicking me out?”

Once again, you laugh and shake your head in disbelief. “I just thought you would rather be playing football right now!”

“It’s fine,” he leans down for another kiss. “You worry too much.”

You smile as he continues his antics, only humming as he leans back up. “I was actually hoping for a different answer…”

“What?” Now he’s really frowning. “So you are kicking me out?”

“No I’m not,” your eyes roll at how dramatic he was yet you can’t resist a little smile. “I wanna go on a date with you.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now,” you confirm.

“Why didn’t you just say that before,” he deadpans, finally sitting up and sighing. Not even a minute passes before he gestures for you to get up, trying to keep his anticipation hidden from your peering eyes.

“So is that a yes?”

“I didn’t say no,” he mumbles.

Your embrace is sudden, filled with surprise as you laugh in success. “Then let’s go get boba! Oh can we try this new place out? I heard it’s good… Rin?” You mumble, feeling a newfound embarrassment as he watches you without blinking an eye. “You good?”

“Hm? Yeah,” he presses one final kiss on your forehead. “Let’s go get some food too.”

The sound of cheers makes him smile as he shakes his head. “Hurry up or else I’m leaving without you.”

“What? Don’t be mean Rin!”

#rin itoshi #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #fluff

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misseviehyde · 4 months

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BITS AND PIECES

Molly was beginning to regret entering the cursed dolls house with her friend Emma. True they'd been running away from their bitchy bully Madison and her clique and the strange abandoned house on the edge of town had seemed a safe refuge - but some feeling had told her at the time that they were putting themselves in terrible danger.

As they'd entered the old house, its evil magic had taken effect. The girls had groaned as their bodies changed. Plastic skin gleamed as joints became articulated and in a matter of minutes they'd been transformed into living animate dolls. Emma and Molly now looked like toys... but toys that could walk and talk.

They tried to leave, but the mansion also appeared to be bigger on the inside than the outside and now they were trapped clopping around in the impossible maze-like dimensions of the house.

"Oh my goodness," gasped Emma in horror at her new plastic body. "This... this can't be possible!" She reached over to touch her own arm and screamed as she accidentally detached it from the articulated joint with a pop. Then she calmed, realising it didn't hurt and there was no blood.

Molly looked at her friend in shock. "Looks like we have detachable parts now. Just like a real doll," mused Emma - and before Molly could stop her, she had yanked Molly's arm till it came out with a pop.

Molly watched in sick fascination as Emma popped Molly's arm into her socket and pushed her orignal arm into Molly.

Emma giggled, she now had Molly's sleeve of tattoos and she wiggled her new arm with fascination.

"Looks like we can swap body parts now. I wonder if we get out of the house, would this become permanent?"

"Hey! Give me my arm back!"

"Mmmmh. Later. This feels kinda good..."

Ignoring Molly'd protests, the two of them began looking around and finding a staircase they climbed up it hoping to possibly find a window or something on the upper floor.

They found nothing, so wandering around for a few minutes they returned to the staircase - only to find Madison flanked by her bitchy lieutenants waiting.

She and her cohorts were also now plastic dolls. Madison looked like a demented Barbie.

"I don't know how you nerds turned us into these dolls, but you'll pay for this," screamed the plastic bully as she waved her jointed arms around in rage.

But before she could do anything all three girls began to scream as Emma suddenly rushed at them and pushed them down the stairs.

They tumbled and fell backwards, their plastic bodies breaking and falling into pieces as they fell down the stairs. Their heads rolled away from their torsos and other bits broke off as they landed in a heap of bits and pieces.

Molly looked at her friend in horror. "You... you killed them."

"No, they aren't dead. The magic seems to make us invulnerable. We can put them back together again later. But before we do..."

A wicked grin came over Emma's plastic face. Walking down the stairs she picked up one of Madison's legs. It was long and sexy, smoother and shapelier than her own. Popping her own leg off she attached Madison's instead and then grabbing the other one did the same.

"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck that feels good."

Giggling Emma stood up. She was now taller and her legs looked amazing. "Oh fuckkkk. I feel so much more powerful and dominant. Soooo confident. Mmmmh these body parts come with feels and I LIKE it. Taking your arm felt good, but this is even better."

Admiring her legs, Emma began looking around with a hungry look on her face. There was a wild gleam in her eyes.

"Wh... what are you doing?" gasped Molly in sick fascination.

"Just making a few other improvements," smirked Emma. "After all if we have changeable parts now... why not?"

She grinned as she found what she was looking for. Lucy, Madison's minion, had the biggest tits at school. They were huge and round - massive fucking milkers that jiggled and wobbled enticingly. Now those tits lay ready to be used.

Lifting them up, Emma detached her own small breasts and with a click, pushed Lucy's onto her chest. "Ohhhh fuck yes, that feels good," she groaned in pleasure as they attached. "I feel like such a... such a fucking bitch. I need MORE."

Turning round she laughed. She now towered over Molly and her massive tits dominated the room.

Emma mashed her plastic tits with glee. "These are gonna feel so fucking good when I become a real girl again, but they are already making me feel so powerful. Mmmmmh I think I'd like to be a bully. Being pathetic boring Emma is so dull."

"Emma, this is crazy. You can't do this. It's wrong."

"You're right," giggled Emma. "It is wrong but it feels so fucking good. Besides I won't be Emma for long. I'm sick of being so weak and pathetic. My body is in control now and it needs a new head. This body deserves to be bitchy. I can take it all. I can become the bully."

Picking up Madison's lifeless looking blonde head from the floor, Emma laughed madly as she reached up and to Molly's shock casually ripped off her own head.

Her body simply tossed her old head aside like it didn't need it, then with a groan of pleasure pushed Madison's slutty blonde head into the neck socket till it clicked.

Evil eyes fluttered open and the new super bitch stretched happily. "Mmmmh yummy, feels so good to have a new personality in the driving seat. I AM Madison now."

"E.... Emma?"

"In a manner of speaking loser. There's bits of her inside my perfect new body - but I'm like totes the best parts of all you sluts now. Haha, now let's rebuild my minions and then I can leave and start my new hot life as a super bitch. Lucy will just have to cope with smaller tits. Think I'll help myself to a better ass and a tighter pussy too whilst we are at it. Hey... you're a virgin right loser? Bet your pussy is super tight..."

Molly whimpered as her new bully approached with a mad gleam in her cruel eyes and she screamed as the new Madison began to tear her apart...

****

Madison groaned as she exited the house and plastic became flesh again. She loved the sensation as all of her new body parts finally merged and turned her into the slutty bimbo bitch she deserved to be. She was now a mix of all the best parts of the girls and rubbing her massive tits she could feel her new superior pussy start to tingle.

Her two minions exited behind her, now looking smaller and weaker without the assets she had taken.

"What about that loser Molly, you aren't gonna leave her like that are you Madison?" asked Lucy sulking at her now small tits.

"What loser?" laughed Madison as she strode away. "I don't remember any loser. What a shame, imagine being trapped in that house forever."

And deep inside the cursed mansion, a plastic mouth screamed from amongst a discarded pile of bits and pieces...

THE END

#dollification #evie hyde #f2f transformation #attribute theft #weird story #plastic #doll #bitchification

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bleucaesura · 5 days

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STOLITZØ - SIXTY - NINE

Blitzø pulled back from his hug with Stolas and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“It’s ok to cry in front of me, darling.” Stolas reached out a hand to touch his face.

Blitzø pulled up the hood of his horse hoodie, drew the strings tight so that his face was covered and only his nose and mouth could be seen.

“Don’t wanna.” Blitzø tied the strings in a bow, sat on the floor, grabbed his knees and flopped over on his side in the fetal position.

“Eez embarrassing.” He mumbled.

Stolas snorted and tried not to laugh.

Blitzø curled tighter into himself.

“Oh, darling.” He scooped Blitzø up into his arms. “You never have to be embarrassed in front of me.”

He kissed Blitzø on his horse hooded head and cradled him in his arms until he relaxed enough to untie the strings.

Stolas slipped a finger under the hood edge and pulled it open.

“Feeling a little better?”

Blitzø blushed and avoided eye contact.

“I guess…”

“Good!” Stolas nuzzled his neck until he laughed and pushed him off.

“Enough! That tickles!”

Stolas smiled.

Blitzø rolled his eyes.

“So, uh…” Blitzø looked away and scratched his cheek. “What is it that we’re supposed to talk about, you think?”

Stolas raised an eyebrow.

“Well. We’ve been trapped here to ‘sort our shit out’. What do you think that means?”

Stolas shrugged.

“I supposed we did a better job at taking things slow and remaining awkward around each other than we thought.” He chuckled.

Blitzø snorted.

“We didn’t speak to them about any of our conversations so they don’t know where we stand.”

“I guess you’re right.” Blitzø rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“If I may ask.” Stolas cleared his throat. “Where DO we stand?”

“Other than your foyer?”

Stolas glared at him.

“Okay okay!” Blitzø put up his hands defensively and chuckled. “Serious conversation. Gotcha.”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before continuing.

“I don’t know what the future holds, Stolas. And Satan knows I’m a f*cking dumpster heap, trash fire waiting to happen... I’ll probably f*ck this up.”

“Darling, don’t say that.” Stolas cupped Blitzø’s face in his hand.

“But.” Blitzø wrapped his arms around Stolas’s neck. “I want my future to have you in it. A ‘you and I’ in it… Does that make sense?”

Stolas smiled tenderly and gave Blitzø a light kiss on the lips.

“Perfect sense.”

Blitzø grinned and pulled Stolas in for a proper kiss. No quick pecks for him.

Blitzø felt Stolas’s feathers fluff under his hands.

That’s more like it…

Stolas abruptly pulled away.

“What the?” Blitzø grumbled.

“Sorry, darling.” Stolas laughed nervously. “But I know if I let that continue then the evening will be over before it starts.”

Blizø grinned mischievously, running his fingers through Stolas’s feathers and gripping them tightly. Stolas shivered.

“And that would be a bad thing… WHY?”

“Blitzø.” Stolas said breathily. “You have no idea how much I wish to continue with this line of thought.” He cleared his throat and composed himself. “But I had something else in mind… At least to start the evening.”

Blitzø snorted and heaved an overly dramatic sigh.

“Fiiiiiiiiiine.” He let himself go limp and dangled in Stolas’s arms. “I’ll just waste away in your arms from lack of sex.”

Stolas hooted in laughter and started to walk down the hall.

“I promise to make it up to you, darling.” Stolas leaned over and whispered in Blizø’s ear; heat and power licking off his next words. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

Blitzø shivered. He looked up at Stolas. His eyes were glowing a delicious red.

Blitzø swallowed hard, wrapped his arms around Stolas’s neck and nodded.

“Good.” Stolas grinned. He adjusted Blitzø in his arms and made his way down the hall again. “Off we go then!”

“Where are we going?” Blitzø didn’t bother to look around. He was too busy staring at Stolas and imagining the faces he was going to make the bird make later tonight.

“The study.” Stolas didn’t seem to notice Blitzø's burning gaze. “There’s something I never did get the chance to give you.”

That snapped Blitzø back to reality.

“The crystal.” He breathed.

Blitzø hadn’t thought of the crystal in weeks. Hadn’t thought of first seeing it and his heart breaking. Hadn’t thought about the accident, the darkness, the… The dreams?

His heart started pounding.

Stolas waved open the study doors, startling Blitzø.

“Yes. The crystal.” Stolas crossed to his desk and placed Blitzø standing on his chair. He leaned back on his desk, crossing his legs at his ankles.

Stolas reached out behind him and slid the box containing the crystal over to his side with delicate fingers.

Blitzø watched with wide-eyes and his hands clasped and his chest.

“I’d still like you to have this, Blitzø.” Stolas held the box in his hands, looking down at it. “Now that you know what it means… I hope that you’ll accept it.”

Blitzø swallowed hard.

F*ck… I wish I had something to give him….

He wiped his hands down his sides trying to get rid of the sweat.

Why don’t I have anything to give him? I should have f*cking got him somethi-

Blitzø felt something in his pocket.

What… What IS this…?

He reached into his pocket, wrapping his hand around the lump he’d felt there.

He pulled his hand out, clenched in a fist. He slowly opened his fist.

Blitzø’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Blitzø?” Stolas put the box down and reached out to him. “Darling? Are you ok?”

“I…” Blizø’s hands shook and tears began to stream down his face. “I thought…”

Blitzø looked up at Stolas through tear-filled eyes.

“It was real, Stolas!” Blitzø beamed, crying happily. “It wasn’t a dream!”

“What was real?” Stolas was so confused.

Blitzø grabbed Stolas’s hands.

“Look!” He placed something in Stolas’s hands.

Stolas looked down at the object in his hands.

“The moon.” Stolas breathed. Tears stung his eyes.

“My mom says hi.” Blitzø choked on his tears through laughter and threw his arms around Stolas’s neck.

Stolas hugged him tightly, letting himself cry.

“You’re right, dear.” He smiled as he cried. “It wasn’t a dream.”

***

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months

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Future

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SAD

I finished up with the usual rounds on the ward, so I headed down to the morgue for the usual Thursday afternoon. I wandered down the stairs before arriving at the small morgue room where the bodies lay ready for the afternoon. And she stood. Miss Y/n Y/l/n, stood in her sage green dress with her parasol folded in her hand. "Good Afternoon Dr Dawkins," She greeted with her usual firm smile, "Afternoon," I greeted, I shut the door with my foot and began to roll my sleeves as I headed to the body, "You remember what we were doing today?" "Of course." she smiled setting her parasol by the door and grabbing her patron which she wrapped quickly around her back in a bow and she pushed her hair back from her face, she came over and stood across the table from me, "Go on," I nodded as I handed over the blade, She smiled and set her spectacles from the chain around her neck onto her nose and she took it to begin as usual.

I paced around her as she worked only speaking up if I needed to, but I often didn't much need to anymore. She was well used to this by now, I had taken her sort of as a student I suppose. She wanted to learn and I didn't have anything better to do, she knew the rules of society meant she could never be a surgeon even if I admit I wish she could be, she was better than Sneed, better than Prof., hell with practice she could be better then me, that and she pays me, she gets an allowance from her father most of which she pays me to give her these lessons, and frankly her payments are about the only money I have coming in other then cards. She worked slowly and gracefully, never missing a beat often I only spoke to remind her of things most of which she already knew. I had to admit my eyes lingered on her hands as she worked so gracefully, on her face so poised and yet distant today, the chilly air of the morgue had somewhat been warmed by her presence.

I was… well aware of my feelings for her, but I did my best not to think of it. I am her teacher after all it wouldn't be proper talk about abuse of power, I'm a doctor, her teacher, and I'm older than her. Even if… I had felt like maybe she could have reciprocated it wasn't worth the madness if someone were to know. We chatted with each other as we often did about the business of the hospital and such like before she began humming as she was working it was a strangely… melancholic song, slow and distant as she hummed without her usual joy and spark. But even so, It's a morgue so I glared at her.

She glanced up over her spectacles, "I take it silence is preferred?" "Silence is better Miss Y/n," I remind her, "It can help you focus, and allow your hand to concentrate, the morgue is a good place for silence as it is for examination, study and where the people go when it's over." "Very well, Sorry." she answered, "it's fine. I know what you're like." "if silence is better why do the surgeons perform to a crowd shouting and drinking?" "Becuase we need to get paid." "Fair enough," she chuckled, "I am struggling a little." "With?" I asked as I came over again, "This was A Sneed patient yes?" "How'd you guess." "The general state of it." "well yes you are correct this was Sneed's doing." I chuckled, "He can be a bit heavy-handed," She rolled her eyes, "the man's a butcher. How he got a degree from the London Royal College of Medicine frankly astonishes me" she explained, "Forgive me I should not speak of the doctors as such he is your colleague" She said as she took back her words, which was very strange Y/n was the sort of girl to say things and deal with the consequences it isn't like her to be apologizing for such things, I gave her a reassuring smile and I couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, I share your concern over Dr Sneeds' lack of finesse. He is rather…inelegant. I often find myself wondering as well, I have been half tempted to get his degree down from his bedroom wall just to see if it's written on the back of some shipping letter," "Or written in pencil." "You dare me to go check?" "No, no. it's alright Doctor Dawkins." "You have a lot of potential you know," I told her, "I do?" "Mhm, Great potential. You study hard, you practice whenever you can, you listen to directions, and you don't have much of an ego, You tend to sell yourself short a lot of the time Miss Y/n." "I suppose, I just don't much bother." "Becuase?" "Becuase, I know I won't ever be a surgeon." "Maybe… someday." "I lack one key feature to be a fantastic surgeon." "What would that be then?" "A cock." I couldn't help but laugh, "As skilled as I may be doctor dawkins, a lady cannot be a doctor let alone a surgeon. My dreams of surgical work are merely that, Dreams."

I looked at her for a while and my heart did feel sore for her, I know this is what she wants and I know I'm just giving her false hope by teaching her but still… I didn't want her to feel like this. "Well, if you may doctor Dawkins." She said setting her blade down as she finished up, yet again I noticed her usual joy and perky smile was gone today and it began to grow heavy in my mind, "Alright, alright, back from the table Miss y/n." I told her so she stepped back and I came in to investigate her work, "Humm… Yes… yes… very good… Ummm? uhh yes. Yes very good." "Can I get a curve for the fact it was a Sneed patient?" "No, no, you know the rules I don't grade on a curve." I warn her playfully, "You can't control how someone shows up," I remind her, "I think… I shall give you a B." "a B?!" she proested, "I'll bump you up to an A- if you can sew it up to thread snip in under two minutes." I offered, She nodded so I happily moved letting her come back and prepare her needle, I grabbed my watch and let her sigh a moment "Ready? Time." I told her starting the watch, She moved as she often did gracefully and efficiently, moving the thread with ease and skill even under pressure, and she finished the last stitch and snipped the thread so I stopped my watch. "Time?" "Forty-seven seconds," I told her, and I admitted I was… proud of her, I couldn't help feeling a sense of pride for my little pupil getting so good,

She let out a sigh of relief and began to pack away she pulled her spectacles off her nose and let them hang as she started to clean off her now bloody hands, "Something you wish to say Doctor Dawkins?" she asked as she washed them, I then noticed it had been a couple of minutes of me just kinda staring at her, "Actually, yes. I was…merely going to express my respect, my admiration and approval for your work today. each time I see you I am impressed by your skill and ingenuity, your precise and swift determination, and your quick work and agility in closing the body, even in light of Dr Sneed's butchering, was extraordinary." For a moment neither of us spoke but she let a smile slip, "Thank you, Doctor Dawkins, That means a lot." "You're welcome. Enjoy your A- for this week." "Thank you, but… it is still a hollow victory," she said sounding distant and strangely wishful "How so?" I asked, "A- is good." "Yes, it is but uhh… It's hard to explain." she said, "I somewhat feel… like a weather vain on an old abandoned house." She said I looked at her questionably a little curious if this was what had been going on with her today, "Elaborate." I told her crossing my arms, "I feel like, spinning. Working endlessly hard but not moving. Spinning away putting in all this work but, there's no one in the house, no one in town, no one to see the work I do. That I'd be better off just giving in and letting one little breeze send me plumping to the earth with the rest of the decaying house." She explained, The metaphor was, heartbreaking. And I admit I understood her feelings. "I- I understand it must feel that way, for a woman wanting a career such as this to feel like you're working to not get anywhere. But that doesn't mean you not still doing good work, you're dealing with bodies in a hospital morgue yes it's not being a surgeon but you're still doing a lot of good work. Why do you feel like it's not worth it anymore?" "it certainly feels that way," she said

I couldn't help but feel for her, to see herself feeling alone and devoid of any purpose. I feel deep empathy for her struggle and her sadness, and I don't know how to express my seriousness without coming off as if I was mocking her due to our usual playfulness. I wanted to speak up but I didn't, suppose that's the story of our whole relationship in one sentence isn't it, I want to speak and words linger behind my teeth. "Still." She stiffened herself, "Mustn't sour an afternoon." I noticed her changing as she made herself stiffer and proper, more upset, and clearly feelings of despair. But I don't know how to help her and yes we may be playful but I'm her teacher I don't even know if asking such things would be appropriate or if it was if she'd even tell me. I find myself admiring her in the way that she can so easily go from melancholy to a stiff upper lip. I nod my head slightly, Y/n straightens her dress, and my eyes are drawn to it, It suits her figure well and complements her fair complexion. I can't help but feel a bit of a bubbly at the sight of her, despite knowing that we are strictly in a professional relationship as teacher and student, I can't help myself some days. My gaze travels back to Y/n's face, My attention is drawn to her face, how it has such an alluring quality to it. The curves of her cheeks and jawline catch my eye, as does her soft and delicate mouth. The light shines on her face through a nearby window, making her skin glisten in a truly mesmerizing way. I can't help but feel so smitten by her. "I uhhh I have something to tell you, Doctor Dawkins." "Oh?" I asked as her words woke me from my daydreams, "This uhhh… this will have to be our last lesson for a while," she said forcing out her words,

"Oh? your father cutting your allowance or something?" I chuckled, "No, No I uhh no," she said, I couldn't keep this up so I spoke up, "Miss Y/n. Are you… alright?" "Well, I uh…" She trailed off, "Please, I want to know if everything's alright, you've not been anywhere near your normal bubbly playful self, you seem so sad, so distant, is it something I said?" "No, No…" She began, "My father. Found out about this," My blood ran cold, I knew of her fathers… disapproval of her interest in such things, I felt angry and upset, but I felt so terrible for her. "I uhhh I'm sorry to hear that Y/n. I take it he is forbidding you from coming again?" "He is yes." "Well, we can just hope he forgets about it in a month or two, like last time." "I uhh I'm afraid not." "No?" "I'm getting married, next month Doctor Dawkins." "M-Married?" I asked immediately my heart sank to my feet, my stomach jumped to my throat I… found myself unable to give a good appropriate formal response to this, I forced myself to swallow my feelings and force a smile to my lips, "L-lovely. I uhh I do hope to be invited to the wedding. Who, uhh Who's the lucky groom them?" "I don't know." "…what?"

"My father-" "Your father arranged it?!" my anger rising, she nodded, "You're father found out about all this and is not only forbidding you from coming back but is selling you off like some mare with some arranged marriage!" Immediately I noticed how angry I had gotten so I calmed down as best I could not wanting to upset her more. I forced my frustration away, it's not like I can argue against this marriage. I simply nod my head. "He did, he is insisting on the end of our lessons, I know nothing of my new husband," she said forcing back tears, "You… don't want this do you?" she shook her head, "I do not wish to but father is insisting and… I will not be permitted to do such things once I'm married" My heart broke for her, I could hear the pain in her voice. The mere idea of being forced into marriage against her will is disgusting, and the fact that her father has so little consideration for her. However, I know that my personal feelings are irrelevant in this situation as much as I'd want them to be relevant. And yet, I cannot help but feel a profound sense of guilt for my inability to help her, as her father is clearly determined to make this marriage happen, against her wishes. I swallow my feelings of sadness, attempting to push them down to prevent myself from becoming overwhelmed with sorrow. But she broke me.

"he demanded I become a housewife, to merely cook, and clean and bear him, children…" She said and the moment she utterly those words it was the a dam burst and her eyes flooded with tears her cheeks became waterfalls, as if all the feelings she had concealed all set loose at once. I felt so angry at her father the anger boiling in my bones for him that he cares so little for his daughter, that he cared so little for what she wants that he'd strip her of all that made her who she is just to make her some boys housewife. But… I can't bear to watch her cry like this, I felt as overwhelmed with sadness as her, but I hid my tears as best I could, I felt so responsible. If I hadn't been teaching her then maybe her father would never have done this to her, Maybe I should have spoken to her father stepped in and protected her, I know I can't say anything, I can't say or do what I want to do. I wanted to go over take her in my arms, kiss her, tell her how I feel for her, comfort her and dry her every tear but… I know what would happen if anyone knew I did so, "You've told him you don't want this?" "I have begged him on my knees to stop this… But he will not. In just a few months it will be over. My whole life will be over and I will be… A bride." And I snapped, "Your father's disregard for you and his disregard for your happiness is distasteful. He does not love you. He does not care about your well-being and he treats you with a complete lack of respect. It is obvious that this marriage is a means to an end for him, a way to control and suppress you and to satisfy his egotistical desires." I said taking her hands in my own, but my words gave her little help,

"I… I would give anything to escape this" Her back hit the wall and her body slowly sunk into a pool of grief and despair, My heart shattered for my sweet y/n, I could barely contain my heartaches as I witnessed her tears I wanted to reach out and embrace her, but I knew that would be inappropriate, as she sat there she just looked so helpless, nothing like the y/n I knew no fire, no energy, no passion, no joy, just this helpless, hopeless, face of sadness to be stripped of her individuality, I felt like I needed to fight for her, for… us. to fight if I ever wanna see her again. I moved to her side sitting beside her with a decent gap between us and I supported her as much as I could without touching her or holding her even if I wanted to. slowly she runs out of tears not because she is no longer sad but purely with no more tears to cry, "you think I'd have made a good doctor?" Her heartbreaking question caught me off guard, and as I couldn't comfort her any other way, I told her the truth "Absolutely. You have a remarkable mind, and I do not doubt in my mind that you would have been an excellent doctor. Your knowledge of anatomy and physiology, your observational skills, and your ability to remain composed in high-pressure situations, are all exceptional qualities that would have made you a top-notch physician. I am sure that any medical institution would have been fortunate to have you as one of their own." She nodded sniffling her tears "You think I'd make a good housewife?"

I recoil slightly at the thought of her stuck as some housewife, "No. No, I think you would make a horrible housewife. Such a lifestyle would deprive you of your freedom, your intellect and your individuality. You are a force to be reckoned with, and the thought of you being limited to the mundane duties of the average housewife is… frankly a waste of talent." For a moment My Y/n slipped back in like I was seeing her through this forest of sadness, "I'd be more worried I can't cook" she said jokingly "Can't you?" "No. I can make soup if I have a recipe." I couldn't help but laugh to think how women pride themselves on their cooking, to think the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and she can't cook. "I don't imagine you being a very good housewife." "I'm sure something is transferable, I can sew a body, I suppose I can sew a shirt." I chuckled, "Maybe, I think you'd be better off marketing on your soup than your sewing." "Depends on the man I guess." "True, what do you know about him?" "…Only what he expects of me. to be a wife, to clean his home, to cook his meals." she explained," I have begged and pleaded with my father but he ignores me."

I turned to face her, my expression stiffening as I saw her sink further and further into hopelessness. I want to slap her father for causing her such misery. The very thought of her being forced into a marriage with a man who expects her to be obedient and subservient, a man who sees her as nothing but a thing, an object for his personal use and amusement, drives me up the wall. But I can only grit my teeth as I hear her. I want to go over to that man and give him a piece of my mind, to knock some sense into him and force him to see how terrible he is being to his daughter. "Your father is a stubborn and obstinate man, this much is clear. He has his agenda and is seemingly unwilling to listen to reason or your feelings. It is frustrating, to say the least. I know how hard you have tried to make him see your side of things, Your father is an idiot. He doesn't know what he's doing, and he has no appreciation for your potential or your intelligence. I don't know why he is so insistent on a marriage with this unknown man, but I can tell you now that such a marriage is a disaster waiting to happen. You are worth so much more than a life of servitude to this man, but I am not sure your father realizes this.” "He wants me to be a good wife, as does my husband. He wants a housewife, to cook, clean, and give him children." I shuddered to think of her having such a life, even when I did think of my feelings for y/n she was always by my side, taking her almost as my head nurse or apprentice as well as my wife, we'd share chores and cuddle in bed at night, not this life of work and baby making. "… You know what makes it worse?" "What?" She for a moment seemed the saddest he'd ever seen her, "I… I can't have children," she whispered

"That's not your fault." I rushed to comfort her, "You can't be blamed for what you can't do, if your husband doesn't like that it's his problem, not yours." I told her trying not to clench my fists with this rage inside me, "but he wants them. Already in his letter, he has asked for me to plan for many of them… My father knows if my condition says that when I have a husband it shall go away… But I know it won't, I can't have children, even if this man was kind I would disappoint him in the only way he cared for…"

I … I didn't know what to say or how to help her, she was to be sold off like some breeding cow for this sick bastard, he doesn't love her or care for her at all, yet he'd wed her in a month and take her as his own, she… she deserves so much better than this. She leant over to set her head on my shoulder and I took that as my time, I couldn't contain myself any longer, and I wrapped my arms around her to let her cradle herself into my chest, I know I shouldn't do this but I can't be expected to sit here and do nothing, she sinks into me gripping my shirt tightly tears soaked my clothes, I held her close inhaling her scent, holding her soft skin, It broke me down to see the woman I care about brought down like this. She began to shake in my arms so I felt her tighter giving her every comfort she needed, I cradled her head and rubbed her back to soothe her, I wanted to be here for her. I felt her relax into my arms a little but neither of us let go, it was clear she…needed this comfort long before today and I was a fool for not giving it earlier. "Thank you, Doctor Dawkins."

I held her tighter trying to give her everything I felt in one long embrace, how I hated her father and his treatment of her, how I didn't want this to be her future, how I wanted to be with her, how I wanted to steal her away and be her knight in shining amour away from all of this, how I'd make her my princess, my queen, how… I loved my sweet y/n. How I knew in my heart she was worth far far more than the fate she had been offered.

"I … I have truly appreciated your lessons more than you know I wish I could articulate but I am not one for words, please don't blame yourself for my pain, I have so enjoyed our time together learning and listening, if I could have it any other way I would I had hoped that perhaps… But it doesn't matter now. But thank you For everything " Ohh god damn it, you can't just say that to me and expect me not to start crying for you… I sniffled my tears and tried to hide myself away "Yes, I have also learned a great deal from these lessons of ours, you have always been a most keen and attentive student. I will be proud to know that I was a part of the journey for you even if the destination is now what you wanted." "thank you" she nodded, "I should… I should go father will be expecting me" she said gathering her things and wiping the last of the tears

she began to get up and I couldn't help but wish that I could reach out and pull her back toward me once more. I don't care what her father expects of her, I want her in my arms and I want us to just hold each other for as long as she wants. However, I knew this would not be proper, so with a heavy heart, I let her go. she went to the door and got her things giving herself an adjust, I met her by the door and almost held my breath, she came and wrapped her arms around my chest burrowing into me, but I didn't care I wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could, my heart beating out of my chest for her, I took in her softness, her sweetness, her scent, her feeling, her … everything. Holding her just felt so right, like we were two pieces of a puzzle made to fit together, I don't care if it's wrong, I don't care if it's not proper, I can't help myself, "thank you for everything, Jack…" She whispered, I may never see her again for god sake! I want to hold her as long as I can, I want to wrap her in my arms and protect her from everything in this world that may hurt her. "Goodbye -"

And I lost it, "Wait!" I held her tighter my voice faltered and broke as I spoke, "Please. Please before you go just… just let me…" "Yes?" she asked looking up at me with those sweet little eyes, I looked deeply into her eyes, feeling incredibly conflicted about what I was about to do. I know it would be inappropriate, but the desire is stronger than any other. Finally, I feel if I don't I never will, I lean down to kiss her on her forehead. She needs someone to care for here, and I have to be that for her. She has saved me many times by being there when I needed her. To think this could be My final moment with her… As I lift myself away, I feel my heart racing and my chest thudding with every beat. I see her looking at me with a look of bewilderment and surprise, and I feel incredibly guilty. This is not right, but at the same time, I need this. I need this more than I can put into words. I want to leave her with something she can treasure and something that will comfort her. And so I lean down once more, this time bringing my lips near to hers.

After all this time, all this wanting, all this needing, I finally kissed her. As her lips touch mine, all of my fears and worries and inhibitions melt away and I lean into her kiss, relishing in the sweetness. I am taken by a wave of pleasure and ecstasy that I have never known before, and I can't help but stay in this moment for as long as possible. I don't want to let her go, and so my lips remain pressed against hers for as long as she'll let me, She softly kissed back and I felt like I was swimming in an ocean of delight. We kissed for a good few seconds before I pulled back.

Both of us blushed hard in a rush of emotions after just crying and now kissing, but I loved every moment of it, every inch of her, it made me wanna kick myself for not doing it earlier, and all I wanted in the world was for her to stay in my arms and kiss me again. So… I did, I let down and kissed her again holding her even tighter she kissed back happily but with a slow sadness to it, when we pulled back the feeling of the kiss lingering on my lips made me tremble slightly, as I watched her pull away. There's an awkward pause between us, and I'm not sure what to say or do at this moment. "Did- did you mean to kiss me?" I wasn't sure how to answer her for a moment, "I- I did." "did you… want to kiss me?" "Yes. I wanted to kiss you." "Jack… please don't kiss me just because you pity me." The words stung like a knife. I don't want her to think that this is just pity and sympathy motivating me. She is much more than that. I feel like if I try to kiss her at this moment, but I want to tell her… I want to tell her everything "You're more than my student. You-…" "I'm what?" "you're More than my student. More than just an object of compassion or pity. To me, you're…" I explained trying not to cry, "To me…. you're special. More than special." "More than special?" "You're Y/n." I told her, "My y/n. at least I always wanted you to be… My Y/n." "You did?"

"I think I fell in love with you. I didn't mean to, I didn't notice at first I didn't even realize until … it was too late I was trying to fight it, I didn't want to feel anything for you. I'm your teacher, your doctor, But I don't think I can deny it any longer." "… Ohh Jack" she broke into a smile tears down her face, "I fell in love with you, after our second lesson." "You've loved me since the second lesson?" She nodded now crying joyful tears but I was right there with her, "I love you too. I've loved you for a long time, I just haven't been able to admit it to myself or you…" I told her "Wh- why couldn't you have told me this months ago… If… If you had told me before my father found out, then we… We could have married." She said, "We'd have trained and learnt together, worked together side by side, that would have been our future," Her words cut me deeply, but I can't help but recognize the truth of her words. If only I had been mature enough to speak up earlier, maybe things could have been different for the both of us. But I let my my fear get the better of me, and now the consequences of that are here to bite me in the ass, "I'm sorry. I was scared to say anything. I wanted to protect you. I wanted to keep you safe…" "… I'm hardly safe now, am I? Being prepped to be sold into the arms of another." She said, "It's too late now…" "If I'd have known I-"

"Jack, believe these words more than any other, if you and told me. I'd have married you in a moment, I'd have built a life with you so happily, if I could I'd have pushed back the tide, stole the moon, purged the world for you. And if that life was an option now, I'd give my life for it" Her words filled me with such love, unable to hold back my feelings any longer the idea, of rules, society, and what other people would think I didn't care! I love her! I love her more than anything! I don't care what I have to do all I want is to be with her, to be with my Y/n. My hand began shaking, and my voice broke as I spoke "I want to marry you. Take my hand and leave everything behind. I don't care about society or what it thinks of me anymore. I want you, and only you. You are the love of my life, and I would rather die than be without you."

"as would I… But it's too late" she answered she held him in a tight hug for a moment and kissed his lips but this kiss was cold and empty, and I felt as if I had just thrown away the most perfect thing I could have wished for, "Please, don't leave. I won't let this be the end. I can make this work, we can still get married and have a life together. I can't lose you, not like this…." "Please don't make this harder than it already is," she pleaded, "I wish… our future could have been different," she gave my lips a final kiss, "Goodbye Jack." She took her things, and left the morgue I wanted to run after her! I wanted to chase her down take her in my arms and run away with her. But I stayed still with so much left unsaid and left undone, I let her go. And I left the best thing I had walked out of my life.

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #tbs smut #tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #jackdawkins #jack #jack dawkins #the artful dodger #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger

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6x10 | The Next World

#hmmm #Rick Grimes #*#rg #S6 #it's me hi i'm the problem it's me #imagine rick controlling his cowboy daddy energy #sounds fake #why do pushed up or rolled up sleeves have so much power #*that 'we just don't know' bird*#his beautiful lil legs #excuse me sir please put your forearms away thank you #*Elena Fisher voice* Okay cowboy #form an orderly line to cosplay as his duty belt

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your brain holds so many scrumptious thoughts and ideas I absolutely adore reading anything you have to say.

that being said, König and his relationship to god and religion, discuss plz

hold for a second.

I'm standing outside your house with a baseball bat, because what do you MEANNNNNN dumb shit. I won't have you speak that way about these ideas that I like so much!!!

Alright then rolls sleeves let's get into it.

To be totally honest with you, Alexander (my König) just doesn't really think about religion at all. He grew up Catholic, but his family was never really that devout, so to him being Catholic is just something he puts down when forms ask him for religious affiliation. However, since I love some good religious guilt in my men, let's crank his Catholicism up to max.

...sorry, I got distracted by the idea of König in a preacher's collar. Can you imagine a little König in a Catholic schoolboy uniform? Ahhhhhhhhh the aesthetic of Catholicism. So much better than the actual religion. Anyway, do you remember that post "this character believes himself abandoned by God?" I think that's the essence of König's relationship with God. I don't know if you guys remember, but being a kid/teen SUCKS, y'all. I can easily see König going through childhood bullying and adopting a "if God exists, he will have to answer to me" attitude. Later in life I can absolutely see this merging with his anxiety coping mechanism, which is his emphasized confidence and arrogance. I don't think he develops a god complex necessarily, but something adjacent to it. It's actually quite well described in @kaiasdevotion's fic Break My Mind, specifically in chapter 6:

"Frankly, it makes no sense to him. He's killed many, butchered plenty, and murdered countless. Most die quietly, and some die bravely. One bunch dies with honor, a fucking joke of duty they pretend to hold onto. The other bunch, however, dies praying. To a god, to a higher power, to whoever strained voices can reach. But why? Why ask for mercy? Who are you asking? God? But it's him that's holding the weapon, is it not? Is it not König who has burning metal pushed down a bleeding tongue?"

(Kaia, you're brilliant.)

König definitely thinks faith is wasted on God, but true to his upbringing and his anxiety, he has a bad, bad, sense of Catholic guilt. If he felt like a dirty old pervert jerking off to your panties before, he feels even worse about it when his Catholic guilt kicks in. He's kind of absorbed a lot of those ideals about purity and sin, but rather than him caring about his own immortal soul or whatever (he's already done enough shit to constitute being sent to hell, and honestly, sometimes he thinks he's already in hell, so who gives a shit?) he worries about tainting you. As if his own existence in proximity to yours, his unquenchable hunger for your touch will corrupt your very being. He definitely beats himself up for that, but he's also got that demon in him, so it's certainly not going to stop him if you reciprocate.

And speaking of you, I can very easily see König doing the whole Hozier thing where his lover becomes his god. He will worship you, pray to you, and devote his life to you if you let him. The Take Me to Church parallels are obvious: "The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you [...] I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies // I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife // Offer me that deathless death // good God let me give you my life" I think König eventually detaches sinfulness from sexuality, and in fact associates it with virtue. The act of pleasuring his partner is like worship. And it’s a lot more fun than Mass, that’s for sure.

That serves as our segue into Foreigner’s God. Especially observant OGs may have noticed that I used some lyrics from Foreigner’s God as the title of a chapter of Shrike, because it just fit so well. But Foreigner’s God is sooo König (honestly reminds me of @kneelingshadowsalome Fatum Nos Iungebit König)

“She moved with shameless wonder // The perfect creature rarely seen” is just the way König thinks of his lover, very reverent. “Wondering who I copy // Mustering some tender charm” I do think König can and does learn to be charming, but it’s definitely something he learns with age and experience, and it’s still easy for him to be caught off guard and become awkward again when talking to a lady. This is kind of emblematic of his insecurities regarding the way he talks to people.

“She feels no control of her body // She feels no safety in my arms” You could take this line down a very dark yandere path, but for a softer König I tend to interpret it as projecting his own anxiety onto his lover: he’s always going to be some big, (sometimes far older) pervert who doesn’t know how to act or put them at ease with words. He worries that when his lover is with him, it’s always because he’s forced them in some way, and they don’t truly like him or feel safe with him.

“I've no language left to say it // But all I do is quake to her // Breaking if I try convey it // The broken love I make to her” sort of a continuation of both of the above. He finds himself awkward and stoic and not charming at all, but he loves his partner, and he thinks the easiest way for him to convey that is making love to them. Which admittedly he tends to be good at, if not with experience then sheer dedication (his size doesn’t hurt of course).

“Screaming the name of a foreigner’s god” While of course this works for a lover who isn’t Austrian/doesn’t speak German, I think König has definitely felt like a perpetual foreigner, othered by society at several points in his life. His lover is his god. He may be unworthy of them, but he will always be devoted. That’s his own sort of religious fanaticism. It’s like this quote by John Keats, which serves as my tl;dr for this entire post tbh:

“I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion—

I have shuddered at it,

I shudder no more.

I could be martyred for my religion.

Love is my religion

and I could die for that.

I could die for you.”

and that’s Königcore as hell.

#thanks for giving me an opportunity to truly go off my rocker writing #i love writing essays about my little fictional men :)#melancholic-thing #könig #konig #könig cod #konig cod #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #mw2 #answered #könig headcanons

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 1 year

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Wednesday x Parasite!Reader

A/N: I hear y'all wanted a series?

Part One

Your door bursts open and you suddenly find yourself with a knife at your neck.

"You shifted yourself into Rowan, didn't you? Why? Are you on cahoots with Weems?"

The onslaught of questions following the intrusion left you stunned. It took longer than you would've liked, but you finally found your bearings and returned Wednesday's glare.

"What are you talking about?" The virus within you reaches out from your neck and grasps at the knife threatening you. "I saw Rowan's body with you. What would I gain from becoming him?"

"You tell me." The goth pulls at her arm, trying to release herself from your hold. You just let out a groan and push her back.

"What do I have to do for you to trust me again? I've done nothing to warrant this."

The two of you are locked in a staring contest. Neither of you were willing to back down. You could see Wednesday's mind running haywire, going through thought processes like nothing. With a growl, Wednesday finally relents.

"I suppose I can give you the benefit of the doubt..." With a sigh, you release your hold on the girl.

"So what's going on? I've heard rumblings, but I don't actually know anything."

"Rowan reappeared," Wednesday stares as she sheathes her knife. "Appeared after I spoke with Weems. Now everyone thinks I fabricated the murder." She starts to pace. "Nothing about this makes sense. We saw the attack. We saw the body. Suddenly, he's walking through the doors like nothing happened."

"See if you can find him," you offer. "Talk to him. See what you can get straight from the source."

The goth thinks for a moment before turning towards you. "Not a bad idea. Xavier is his roommate, so I might be able to use him as an in."

Without so much as a passing glance, Wednesday marches out of your room. You just sigh and wonder where this fixation was going to lead.

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You walk into your botany class to see Wednesday talking to a familiar hand. It had been a while since you'd seen Thing and it brought you back to the days when you and Wednesday were thick as thieves. You take your seat near the front, leaving the two to their conversation.

"I see you finally made a friend." Looking up, you see Bianca being her usual self. You disliked a lot of the elitist students and she was on the top of the list. "Even if it is a plant." You frown at the words. But, as per usual, Wednesday has a quip up her sleeve.

"I prefer quality over quantity." That makes a soft snort come out of you and Bianca glares in response.

"There's an open spot next to me." You glance behind you to see Xavier offering the seat beside him. "If you can stand sitting next to an elitist snob."

You roll your eyes at him and turn back around. When you do, your eyes lock onto Wednesday's and a silent conversation happens before she breaks eye contact.

"I have better options to choose from." She sets her things next to you and takes the seat. A small, pleased smile threatens to split your face, but you keep your composure. At least she considers you better company than some people. Plus, it didn't hurt to see Xavier look put off at the rejection.

The best part though? Having front row seats to the verbal tennis match between Wednesday and Bianca.

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Wednesday finds you later and drags you somewhere private. Once she's sure that you're alone, she speaks.

"Who knows of your powers, Y/N?"

"Just what I've shown. Mainly my weapon shifting and armor. Strength. That sort of thing." You shrug, wondering where this was leading to.

"And your shifting?"

"I haven't had reason to use it. Plus the academy gives me enough to eat so I don't consume bodies to draw from." You narrow your eyes at the goth. "Why?"

"I have to get back to the woods, but Weems is watching me like a vulture circling a carcass."

"And you need me to cover for you?"

"I do. I have beekeeping in the afternoon and I need a decoy. Your shifting ability is perfect for that. Even if Weems gets close enough, you can still fool her." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "You're the closest person to know my mannerisms well enough to be convincing."

You lean back against the closest wall with crossed arms. "You do know what this entails, right? I need your DNA in some form. While I don't need to consume a full body anymore, I still need something."

"I'm aware," Wednesday answers. "I do remember some aspects of your abilities." She mirrors your stance and crosses her own arms. "How much do you need?"

Your eyes close as you think. To Wednesday, it seems like you're communing with yourself. It's not too far off the mark.

"Like I said, it's been a long time since I've even shifted. But, if I remember correctly, it shouldn't be too much." You run your hand across your face in frustration. "It's really hard to quantify."

"Then take what you need." Your eyes shoot to Wednesday as she rolls up her sleeve. The pale skin tempts you in a way you buried away ages ago.

"This could hurt. A lot."

"Nothing I can't handle."

With a sigh, you reach out your hand and grab her forearm. Almost immediately, black tendrils ease out of your arm and settle into Wednesday's. It takes only a beat before the goth starts to react. The dark mass sinks into her skin and begins to essentially eat away at her. You will your parasite further into her arm, taking care to not go too deep. As soon as you feel it's enough, you draw back the darkness into your body. Wednesday grips her arm as it pulses in pain.

"You'll bruise, but I made sure there's no bleeding. Nothing to bandage." The telltale signs of bruising are already taking effect and you feel a little guilty. But this is what your friend wanted.

"Good." She rolls her sleeve back down. It was as if you didn't just take a piece of her. "Be at the apiary at noon. I'll brief Eugene."

"Sure."

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After the successful decoy mission, you find yourself in your room once more. One of the few solo rooms since most were scared of your powers. Or rather, the rumors of them. It didn't bother you though. You had your friends and anyone else who didn't want to cross that line didn't matter.

Your door opens suddenly, causing you to look up. Wednesday strides through and you wonder if you have to actually lock your door now.

"I need your help." She states. "I'm joining Enid in the Poe Cup and we need to make sure we win." You furrow your brow.

"You're actually joining a school event? Voluntarily?"

"Bianca needs to be knocked down a few pegs."

"Ah." You nod in understanding. "Makes more sense now." Now fully facing Wednesday, you give her a wicked grin. "What do you want me to do?"

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The cheers in the quad echoes in your brain. Ophelia Hall won the Poe Cup for the first time in a while. Enid was ecstatic as she carted the large trophy around everywhere she went. The sight made you smile.

You managed to help out the Black Cats by helping Thing with Kent and adding holes into the Gold Bugs canoe. All from a distance of course. Being able to see via your parasite had its perks.

One person was missing though. The other star of the event. You knew how Wednesday was with this type of crowd so you sought her out, finding her at the statue of Edgar Allen Poe.

"Hiding?" You sit down next to her. She seemed so small when she was out of her element.

"People keep randomly smiling at me. It's unsettling."

You let out a soft laugh. "Don't worry. It'll pass. At least it's a victory for you. Bianca is thoroughly pissed." That news causes a small upturn of her lips to appear. However, it quickly disappears when a particularly loud student passes by.

"I just want some peace..." Wednesday laments. You glance up to look at the balcony leading to her and Enid's room.

"I can probably make that jump." She follows your line of sight before looking back at you.

"As long as you take me with you." You meet her eyes with a soft smile.

"Of course."

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bungalowbear · 6 months

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Lord of the Valley: The Invitation

Pairing: vampire!Nanami Kento x reader

Summary: A visitor comes to you at night.

Warnings: smut, reader described having a vag, brief description of animal injury, open(ish) ending hehe

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: I tried to challenge myself and only write 1k words for each part. There’s still so much I can expand on, so maybe one day I will. Until then, thank you for reading and enjoy!

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Your lungs burn as you sprint through the trees. Chiyo is cradled in your arms after being sent into the trunk of a tree with an audible crack, her sacrifice of shielding you from Nanami’s attack.

The vampire hardly makes a sound, but after years of training your senses are beyond the average human’s. Your mind and body tell you he’s close.

You’re coming up on the line of trees at the edge of your property. You dig your foot into the dirt, launching yourself forward, but a cold hand grabs your ankle and slows your momentum. Your reflexes automatically raise your other foot to kick off his chest, the added power providing your release. Right before you land your body shifts to slide across the grass on your back with Chiyo on your chest.

You breath heavily while Chiyo whimpers above you. Nanami stands behind the tree, face partially hidden by the branches, staring down at you with a scowl.

He’d taken the bait. So for the past month, you’ve spent many nights hunting one another, but both ultimately avoiding capture.

You stand and turn away to take Chiyo inside, comforting her under the weight of Nanami’s heavy gaze.

You turn your head, sensing something at the edge of your property. With Chiyo staying overnight at the vet with three cracked ribs and a sprained back leg your senses are on high alert.

Rising from the table, you slip into outdoor shoes and step out into the night. You walk across the yard until only a few feet separates you and your unexpected guest. He’s dressed in a white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of dark slacks that cling to his thick thighs. His neutral expression sharpens his already angled features. Ruby red eyes fix onto you.

“How’s the dog?” Nanami asks.

“She’s stronger than she looks.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

You huff. “What do you want?”

“The same as you. To put an end to our little chase.”

“How do you propose we do that?”

“A pact,” he says.

“Even if I wanted to, which I don’t,” you cross your arms, “it needs to be sanctioned by the elders.”

“So let’s draw up a proposal.”

“You’ve lived here for so long.” You pause, eyeing him warily. “Why now?”

“You’re different. I believe we can make this work.”

This must be a trap, you think. But maybe I can set one of my own.

“Let’s talk inside,” you offer.

“Inside?”

“Yes.” You turn, walking toward the house. “Come.”

There’s a shift in the air when Nanami takes his first step into your yard. He follows quietly behind you. Once at the door, you both remove your shoes.

“Enter.”

He accepts the invitation and steps onto the tatami. You both take a seat on opposite sides of tea table in the middle of the room. A lamp hangs above, casting your faces in a warm glow.

“What exactly are you offering?” you ask.

“Information,” Nanami answers.

“On other vampires? You’d betray your own kind?”

“Only those who are a danger to humans. I can give you names and locations of their nests.”

This is a rare opportunity. Your family has their own reconnaissance network, but nothing could ever beat a primary source.

Nanami clears his throat, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“But I will only give this information on one condition.”

“What is that?” you ask.

“You must marry me.”

“What?” You push away from the table. “Are you insane?”

“No, I’m…lonely.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“I’ve lived centuries believing I’d never find my equal.” His eyes drop to his lap. “Until you.”

“You’re insane,” you repeat. “This will never be allowed.”

“It’s worth a try.”

“You smug, arrogant—” You stomp forward, grabbing his collar roughly. “—piece of shit. Who do you take me for? A stupid little girl?”

“On the contrary.”

You can’t comprehend what happens next, can’t expel the urge fast enough before you’re pressing your lips to Nanami’s. All you know is that you want him.

Nanami reciprocates immediately and you’re both a frenzy of smacking lips and wandering hands. He grabs the backs of your knees and lifts you momentarily only to drop you on your back onto the tatami. His mouth leave a wet trails along your neck and down your clothed torso while his hands work at pulling down your pants and discarding them across the floor.

You stare hungrily as Nanami simultaneously pushes his slacks and briefs halfway down his thighs. He spits into his palm and strokes himself to full staff. Your mouth goes slack at the size of him, but when he lowers himself you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders to bring him chest to chest with you.

Two thick fingers push your panties aside and sweep through your wet folds. You shudder in anticipation as he lines himself up, crying out when he enters you in a single powerful thrust.

“Nanami,” you whimper as he sets a quick pace. “Nanami.”

He presses his lips to your cheek, whispering, “I’ve got you.”

Nanami’s skin is like ice against yours but does nothing to quench the inferno that rages with every stroke of his hips. He stokes your flame higher and higher until you combust, whimpering and panting beneath him.

He extracts his fangs to graze your neck, raising alarm bells in your head. Your hand reaches toward the table and takes hold of the machete attached underneath. Then you thrust your hips upward, catching Nanami off guard, and roll your bodies over so that you’re straddling his waist while holding the sharp edge of your weapon against his throat.

“Regular humans think a stake through the heart is all it takes.” You smirk. “But decapitation and a bonfire is much more thorough.”

Nanami twitches inside you.

“Any last words?” you ask, raising the blade.

He grins, pupils blown wide with lust.

“You’re beautiful.”

Your belly flutters as the machete comes down.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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Topsy Turvy Days in Octavinelle

Sebek would make a decent butler and this is the hill I will die on 😤

The Sea Witch, and her Spirit of Benevolence.

Trey Clover...

… was tasked with overseeing the Mostro Lounge in Azul and the twins’ absence. He’s the only one with sufficient experience in customer service (no thanks to his family bakery) and dealing with logistics/planning (he’s a vice dorm leader, after all)! Trey wasn’t jazzed about the idea (he’d rather not deal with the lofty expectations if he can help it), but after being hit with the puppy dog eyes and fake tears from Octavinelle, he reluctantly accepted the responsibility.

His fellow vice dorm leader, Jade, is so kind as to give him some friendly pointers before his departure. Trey listens and takes notes as best he can, but he’s slightly unnerved when Jade leans in with a whisper and informs him that it is lounge policy to “kindly remove” the customers that disturb the peace of the eating establishment. “You mean asking problematic people to leave, right?” Trey asks—but all he receives in response is a mysterious smile.

There’s a strangely charged atmosphere in Octavinelle as soon as Trey steps into it. The students present as polite and well-meaning enough, but they’re sizing him up in their minds. They’re all angling to see if he screws up so they can swoop in and usurp that power to get ahead with the real boss when he returns. Trey’s not ignorant of those kinds of thoughts collecting—he’ll just have to prove to them how wrong they are.

He’s sort of a pushover in general (which is precisely why Azul didn’t ask Trey to handle contract negotiations in addition to the lounge); whenever a customer complains, Trey is inclined to offer something as compensation: a percentage off the check, a free dessert, whatever will ease their upset. He isn’t super strict with his workers either; Octavinelle students take breaks liberally, knowing they can cheat the system and take advantage of Trey while he’s here. (That’s the Octavinelle way: opportunism.) “Geez, Trey! You’re way too nice,” Cater groans—though he knows that’s just Trey’s way of resolving issues and keeping their patrons and his workers happy. The happy smiles on the customers are proof of that!

When the rush hours hit, Trey rolls up his sleeves and heads into the kitchen to lend a helping hand. He can follow recipes well enough, but it’s in dessert making where he truly shines. Trey had honed his pastries through years and years of practice, so he’s able to multitask and churn out sweets like it’s nobody’s business! It’s pretty convenient for the lounge too, cuz Trey’s sweets are flying off the menu! (It’s not uncommon to have the desserts sold out midday.)

The complimentary after-meal mints also come with single use floss pick. (Temporary) management’s orders. (“What?” Trey asks when people give him weird looks. “You can’t walk around after eating with food still stuck in your teeth.”) Some customers feel watched by a hawk as they pop the mint and leave the floss pick unused (though Trey never confronts them; he’s not the type of guy to pick a fight).

Push his buttons too much, and his serious side comes out!! Trey doesn’t give off the same “cunning mob boss” vibes as Azul; his energy is more like that of a dad that’s “not mad, just deeply disappointed”. (It’s okay though 😂 Even if Trey himself and a firm, “Sir, this is a McDonalds drive thru the Mostro Lounge,” doesn’t intimidate rude people, a fierce Sebek and a legion of Caters on standby sure will.)

Mild-mannered as Trey is, there are rare instances where his true devious nature shows. When his incredible patience is worn thin, a smirk comes along his face and customers vanish into the VIP room… and leave looking shaken, led out by Trey, looking as polite as he usually does. “Thanks for visiting the Mostro Lounge! We hope to see you again,” he calls after them. (“Eh, what do you think he said to that customer?” the Octavinelle mobs whisper among themselves. “I thought he was a totally nice guy…”)

“Ahahaha... I don’t think I’m at all suited for managing a restaurant. If it’s just grabbing and bagging a pastry or two at the counter, then I’m your guy. You’d be surprised at how much more happens at the lounge. Just the other day, we had a guest I had to seat down and have a one-on-one talk with to avoid a fight from breaking out. I guess this is a glimpse of the hardships Azul, Riddle, and the other dorm leaders have to deal with on a daily basis, huh? I don’t envy them one bit.”

Cater Diamond...

… is stoked to have landed this chance~ Octavinelle, being completely underwater, has so many cool sights for him to post in Magicam!! Just walking in the hallways opens up a vast, colorful expanse of the ocean to him—not to mention the beautiful, glittering jellyfish lights suspended over the lounge, and their classy uniforms! He’ll have to bring a portable charger with him to keep his phone alive for all the exciting pics ✨

He loves trying out his new fit. You’ll find several (and I do mean several) pics on his Magicam account of Cater posing in his Octavinelle suit in various states of put-togetherness and hairstyles. Here’s him in a low ponytail and the suspenders and dress shirt, and this one is with his hair down and his jacket fully buttoned… The scarf is looped around the wait and knotted like a belt here, then slung like a boa in the next. There’s a surprising amount of ways it can be worn, and Cater’s been experimenting with them all?

His unique magic is perfect for working at the lounge, especially when they’re short staffed! With Split Card, a handful of Caters can be running around taking and delivering orders, cleaning up tables, and/or booting out troublemakers. Usually Cater isn’t up for being the party pooper, but between Trey (who’s too forgiving) and Sebek (who’s too unforgiving), Cay-kun’s gotta be the moderator here!!

Cater’s general amicable nature makes him a hit with customers at the front of house and his peers in the break room. He’s observant and approachable, able to start and keep a conversation with most anyone. He has firsthand access to the latest gossip and information because of this direct contact with chatty customers and coworkers—which makes him formidable competition for Jade, Octavinelle’s usual information broker. Good thing Cater’s not too concerned with rivalries~

He’s also good at making recommendations based on individual preferences! Cater practically has the menu memorized front to back (on account of having visited the lounge so often himself to try their seasonal specialties), so he might as well utilize his knowledge to help customers decide what they want.

He’s chock-full of ideas for deals, themed menus, promotions, and limited time events to draw in customers! (If they want a music night, he could always call his Pop Music Club buddies in to do a gig!) Truthfully, Cater pitches these concepts because he personally knows what’s popular and this what will net him the most likes, but he frames it as “I think the customer base would like this 🎵” Some would call it clever manipulation and redirection, but Cater prefers to think of it as “mutually beneficial” for everyone, himself included!

Cater ups the Mostro Lounge’s social media game! Whenever Trey creates a new dessert, in swoops Cater to take an aesthetically pleasing, expertly shot photo to upload onto their Magicam page! Within an hour, thousands of likes have accumulated and there’s another influx of people clamoring for a taste of that beautiful item. (“Azul should hire you as his social media manager,” Trey jokes, handing over another batch of macarons to be served.)

Sometimes when Cater’s alone in the restroom washing up before service, he glimpses his reflection in the mirror and contemplates his circumstances. Here he is, helping the business be successful and mingling with so many people… and yet some small, fragmented part of him still fears it could all vanish in the blink of an eye. Cater sighs, replaces his hat, assumes a smile, and returns his nose to the grindstone—and the eternal song and dance he puts on for the public eye. “Showtime.”

“You know what? Working part-time at the Mostro Lounge isn’t half bad! Well… not with Trey in charge, anyway! Azul’d probably run Cay-kun ragged! But all that stuff aside, Octavinelle’s peak photogenic! It’s a whole new world down here, full of stuff and treasures you’d never find on land. Maybe it’s true what I’ve heard: that life is just better under the sea!”

Sebek Zigvolt...

… had a hard time detaching from Diasomnia without making a fuss. He knows that Octavinelle will help him improve his skills as an attendant to better serve the young master, but it doesn’t make him any less emotional for his departure!! In the typical Sebek fashion though, he deflects!! No, Sebek insists, he’s just mad that Silver gets to spend time with Lilia, and that Malleus will be unsupervised in their absence! (They all gathered to see him off at the Mirror Chamber like parents helping an anxious kid to his first day of school.)

It was a hassle getting him fitted in his new uniform! Not a single student in Octavinelle comes close to how buff Sebek is, so the largest size of their uniform was still super tight on him and struggled to contain him in its seams. (Think of that one meme where a character’s chest is so broad/big that it causes the buttons to pop off, that’s basically Sebek.) Once the clothes are on properly, they had a whole other issue of trying to clamp down the hat over his wild hair—but hey, they were eventually successful!

Sebek gets on everyone’s bad side right off the bat, referring to his fellow Octavinelle students by a slew of unflattering adjectives. He even managed to piss Cater off by calling him “shallow”… which earns Sebek a lot of passive aggressive glares from his coworkers throughout his shifts (well, not that he cares). “You’re not doing yourself any favors, Sebek. It’s no good to make enemies with the people you’re working with,” Trey gently chides him—but though he vehemently disagrees, Sebek can’t being himself to snap back like he typically would.

IT’S JUST SO WEIRD FOR HIM TO BE AROUND TREY AT ALL. Trey reminds Sebek sooo much of his father that he doesn’t know how exactly to act with him. (There’s a certain degree of respect that must be conferred to one’s elders, even if they are a human and kind of weak and inscrutable…) For the most part, Sebek feels compelled to follow Trey’s orders, even if he doesn’t fully back him as an individual. Every time he has to actually talk to Trey though, hems about 50% more tsundere than usual to get his points across.

Sebek’s honestly less like a waiter and more like a bouncer. Built like a semi-truck with a scowl that strikes fear into those faint of heart and a voice that booms like thunder, his mere presence usually wards off any potential signs of trouble. (When it’s his turn to be at the front of house, you can hear him greeting customers all the way in the consultation rooms. If you judge by volume alone, most aren’t sure if he’s angry or if he’s happy.)

Unfortunately, his proud and somewhat gruff manner of speaking doesn’t exactly make him a people person, especially not when he marches over to drop a check on the table or to demand what they want when they summon him over. Oh, and if they start getting rude? Sebek’s instinct is to fire back, which only adds more fuel to the fire of the argument.

Where he shines is in technical abilities, far removed from his personality or choice of words. (Sebek can brew a mean cup of tea, which pairs well with all the sweets they’re selling!) When he’s commended for doing a good job, his whole face brightens and he gets this huge, dorky smile on his face. If you’re lucky, you may also catch a glimpse of his fangs! (“… How can someone so abrasive also have this surprisingly cute side to him?” the mob students wonder.)

On his breaks, Sebek, thinking the others to be inferior humans, refuses to sit with everyone else. He huddles at a table by his lonesome, shoveling plate after plate of food into his mouth. (It’s convenient to get rid of leftovers by just handing the extra food to Sebek.) One might feel pity for this poor, unfortunate soul—but on the contrary, Sebek feels as though he has a lot of progress to report back to Lilia . _ .

“Hmph, no other dormitory could even hope to come close to the glory and the majesty of Diasomnia!! There was never a doubt in my mind that this is the unquestioning truth!! I will cede that Octavinelle has been useful in some ways. It has provided me with an environment in which I can hone my service skills for the young master. Indeed, THE SERVICE INDUSTRY IS A BATTLEFIELD UNLIKE ANY I’VE TREADED BEFORE…!! Lilia-sama and Malleus-sama will surely be pleased with the results of my training!”

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breannasfluff · 7 months

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Multicolored Rabbits

Flufftober 3: You love me?

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Legend and the rest of the Chain return to the house where the Ravio colors have taken over. This time, it seems like they are settling in to stay for a while—at least longer than the scant hour of last time.

Gold is in the shop, helping a customer when Legend tromps in, followed by the other heroes. “Hi, Ravio—why is your robe yellow?”

“It’s gold.” He turns back to his customer. “Apologies, sir. Now this fine wand will save you time lighting fires! It’s not so powerful that it will damage an enemy, but candles, fires, and cookware alike will benefit from its steady stream of flame!”

The man frowns at the small rod. “I guess my wife would like it.”

“Yes, yes! Think how happy she’ll be when she saves time making you dinner!”

Legend edges closer and tugs on Gold’s sleeve. “Hey. The robe. It’s different.”

Gold rolls his eyes and pushes the vet away. “I’m busy! And I like this color!” He aims a blinding smile at the customer. “This can be yours for a steal! Just 299 rupees! If you buy the ice wand as well, I’ll throw in a discount!”

“299!” The man shoots him a look. “This isn’t worth more than 50!”

“50!” Gold doesn’t have to feign his horror. “I’m an honest salesman! I need to put food on the table for my family!”

“You’re just trying to scam me!”

Legend edges around the two, waving the other heroes to follow him. “I call the bath and then I’m taking a nap. The rest of you, get settled. Ravio, mind finishing that sale and putting on something for dinner? The other heroes went to Kakariko for supplies, but they will be back later.”

Gold ignores him. “I don’t scam! I have fair prices! It’s called supply and demand, and I have the only supply.” His smile has the customer taking a step back. “Where else are you going to buy a fire wand?”

The customer finally leaves and Gold counts his rupees before carefully noting them in the book. Purple may owe him for watching the shop for the afternoon, but Lolia, it is always good to make rupees.

Purple hums as he hefts his bag of goods. Kakariko is a nice place to visit and it’s good to get out of the shop for the day. Gold will probably complain about how much he spent, but there was a good deal on carrots! Combined with the honey saved in the pantry, they can make some nice roasted carrots for dinner.

“Ravio!”

Purple fixes his smile in place on pulls on the Ravio persona—mostly himself with Gold’s wheedling. It’s good enough to make it through short conversations without arousing suspicion.

However, the people approaching are not customers. Are those…the heroes that stopped by before? The youngest waves energetically. “Mr. Rabbit! You’re Ravio, right? We met last time we stopped by!”

Does this mean Link—Legend is back? Purple hurries over. “Hello, heroes! Are you heading back to Mr. Hero’s house?”

“Yeah! We’re stopping in town to restock on supplies and then heading back.”

“Oh, what do you need? Maybe I have it?” Purple pulls open his bag and looks at them expectantly.

“Ah—” Warriors waves the offer away. “I don’t think we want to make a deal—”

“A deal!” Purple clutches the bag to his chest. “If you need something, I want to help you! It wouldn’t be fair to take advantage of you!” Gold’s voice screeching about rupees echoes in his ears. “I, ah, save that for the…customers?” It comes out a question more than a statement.

Warriors gives him a squinty look but shrugs and lets it go. “Okay, we need to pick up some health and stamina potions.”

Purple dives into his bag, pulling out the bottles he’d picked up to restock their supplies. “Here you go! Now, what else do you need?”

Cyan stares at Four. The smith stares back. Their sword, almost a replica of the one Ravio found gleams from its sheath.

“You seem…different.” Four squints at him. “Weren’t you wearing a yellow robe earlier?”

Cyan blinks at him. Gold would be disappointed to hear them get the color wrong.

“Did you change?”

When will the others get back? Actually, where’s Gold? Wasn’t he in the front shop?

“Is this some sort of item? Can you…duplicate?”

Cyan would like to see the sword, but logically it makes more sense to wait for everyone before explaining. No need to do it multiple times.

“Did something curse you from talking?”

Where does the hero come up with these theories?

“Can you understand me? Do you know hylian? Sign? …words? Speaking? Anything?”

The color blinks slowly and continues to stare at the small hero. Throwing up their hands, Four stomps out of the room, muttering about weird rabbits under their breath.

Pink comes inside after finishing organizing the cellar to find strangers in their house. Two of them are hiding in the hallway, peering into the kitchen. This is strange—besides the fact that they are strangers—so Pink pauses to watch for a moment.

There’s a rhythmic thud in the kitchen where Pink left Gleam chopping vegetables.

White cape nudges wolf pelt. “Twilight. Why is Ravio in the kitchen angrily chopping a carrot?”

“I’m more concerned about the fact that he’s glowing. But sure, Sky, let’s focus on the carrot.”

“The glowing is weird but, you know, potions and stuff.”

Silence as they watch. Pink watches them. They seem nice, even if their names are odd. Purple mentioned those names before when he told them about the heroes. Maybe they’re back? Oh, Legend must be back as well!

Sky nudges Twilight again. “How long has he been done with that carrot?”

“A good couple of minutes.”

Pink edges closer so he can see past the heroes. Gleam is where he was left and, after dutifully finishing his pile of vegetables, continues to chop the air on the empty board. Well, Pink did promise to come back with more veggies and he did get caught up organizing the cellar…

“It’s creepy!” Sky hisses.

Gleam isn’t creepy! Sure he’s…odd, but he just needs a friend. And directions. Very clear directions.

Twilight’s ears flick back at a particularly loud chop. “Do you think he’ll murder us before dinner?

Well! That’s enough of that! Pink pushes past them with a sniff. “Gleam is perfectly nice.” Then he turns his attention to Gleam. “Hi, Gleam! Sorry it took me a while to get back, I got distracted in the cellar.”

He dumps his armful of supplies and vegetables on the counter. “I got some potatoes—no!” He slaps Gleam’s hand away when he reaches for them. “Remember, we need to wash them first. In water.” A pause. “Without soap.” See? Pink learns from experience! And the complaints of three colors about soapy food.

“Ravio?” comes a tentative voice behind him. It’s Sky, edging into the kitchen.

“I’m Pink!” he offers before scooping the potatoes into the sink.

“I can…see that.”

He passes a potato to Gleam and turns to smile at Sky. “No, I mean you can call me Pink. This is Gleam.”

Sky looks between the two, then turns back to Twilight. “You got anything?”

“Don’t look at me. Magical weirdness is Legend’s domain.”

Pink perks up. “Is Mr. Hero back with you?” Gently, he nudges another potato into Gleam’s hand and takes the clean one before the skin is rubbed off.

Twilight doesn’t answer, but he leans back into the hallway and bellows, “Legend! Sky is stealing your stuff!”

“No, I’m not!”

For a second, there’s silence. Then, a door slams, and the vet pounds down the hall and barrels into the room. “Don’t touch my—Ravio! Multiple Ravio’s! Din’s Tits, did you get into the cursed rings?”

Sky looks from one to the other. “You have one that does that?”

“I’ve got one that does everything. Seriously, Rav, what’s going on? And why are you…glowing?”

Before Pink can answer, Gleam turns and chucks a wet potato at Sky, who squawks and ducks. “What was that for?”

Gleam stares. “Don’t. Steal.”

“I’m not stealing! I’m not touching anything!”

Gleam points to where Sky’s feet are on the floor.

“That doesn’t count!”

Before the situation can devolve further, the front door bangs open. “Hey Ledge!” Wind shouts. “We met Ravio out shopping and brought him back with us!”

“Did you now.” Legend’s brows are scrunching in so much Pink wants to smooth it away. “Funny. Because Ravio is already here.”

“What? No, he’s right…here.” Wind trails off as Purple bumps into his back.

“Oh.”

The vet is seething as he rounds on Purple, who likely looks the most like Ravio. “Why are there clones of you? What did you do?”

“Hey now—”

Gleam throws another potato at Legend. “Don’t yell.”

“It’s my house!”

Pink pries the rest of the potatoes away from Gleam and nudges him further from the knives. Just in case.

From down the hall, comes Four’s voice. “I know you can hear me! I see your ears twitching! I heard you talk early!”

Blue squeezes past Legend to grab a glass from the cabinet, ignoring the tension in the room. Pink is in front of the sink but takes the cup with a smile and fills it.

The color takes a sip and looks around. “Looks like everyone’s here now. Four has a sword that looks identical to the one we found.”

“You do talk!” Four, for all he’s short, manages to gain inches in height. “Why were you ignoring me—wait.” He deflates and rocks back on his heels. “What do you mean about my sword?”

More heroes crowd into the doorway and everyone shuffles, trying to accommodate the extra people.

Time puts down the supplies he was carrying. “Four? What’s going on with your sword?”

“I don’t know!”

Legend points at all the colors. “Which one of you is Ravio?”

Silence.

Then, from the hallway, Gold bellows, “Did you fucking forget about me?”

Blue blinks placidly. “We’re missing Gold.”

By the time everyone is sat down and explanations are traded, Four is clutching his head and Legend is banging his on the wooden table.

“Four. This feels like your fault.”

“I’m not dealing with this again! Especially not—him!” He points at Gleam.

“Hey!” Pink moves next to the color and squeezes him in a hug. “Gleam is nice!”

Sky edges behind Twilight. “He threw a potato at me.”

“And me,” Legend says.

“Yeah? Well, he didn’t throw knives!”

The vet’s head meets wood again. “The bar is so low.” Then he glares at the colors. “Figure out how to fix this. I’m not living with multiple Ravio’s.”

Four seems truly miserable as he raises a hand. “I can probably…help with that.”

“Cyan,” Purple says, “why don’t you go talk to Four? The rest of you can help me make dinner.”

The color goes, as does the smith, even if he is hissing like a tea kettle.

Pink shifts. The tension in the room makes him itchy. Why can’t everyone get along? All he wants to do is give Legend a hug. He’s missed him! And if Pink misses him, everyone else does, too.

The heroes file back out of the room and spread through the house, but Legend stays. “What were you thinking? Cursed swords in Lorule? That’s your idea of treasure?”

Purple steps forward. “Where do you think your items came from, Mr. Hero?”

“Don’t you ever learn? You could have gotten hurt! You are—split! What if it’s not reversible?”

“That’s a risk we took when we went looking for treasure! We can’t change it!”

“Well, I wish you did! Of all the idiotic, truly goddess-blasted things to do, you had to do this while I was gone! Wait—” He steps forward and nearly snarls at Purple. “You were acting weird when we visited last.”

Purple shrinks back slightly. “Ah…the others were gone and, well…there wasn’t a good time to tell you?” It ends in a squeak.

“You lied? You lied about being a person?!” The vet is yelling now, face flushed red.

“We are people!”

Pink whimpers and burrows into his scarf. Why is everyone so angry? This isn’t how it was supposed to go.

Gleam looms behind Pink and wraps his arms around him, pulling him into an awkward hug. Pink pats his arm in thanks.

The yelling continues. Purple is at the end of his rope and Legend long ago lost his. Pink watches the back and forth, cringing with each cutting word.

“You should never have left!” Legend shouts.

“Stop it! Just stop!” Pink’s scream silences the room and they all turn to stare at him. He’s crying, but it doesn’t matter because everyone is mad and he never got a hug. “I’m sorry you h-hate us, but don’t yell at Purple!”

Legend opens his mouth, closes it, and then tries again, softer. “Hate you?”

With a nod, Pink rubs his sleeves against his eyes. “I’m sorry Mr. Hero. We can…well, Cyan will fix it.”

The vet is still stuck on the previous words. “I don’t hate you, Ravi. Any part of you. I love you, even if you're a freeloading pain. I’m just worried! And I don’t…deal with worry well.”

Pink stares. “Wait, you love us?”

“I always have. Jeez, you think I’d let you crash here otherwise?”

Purple picks up the conversation, but Pink tunes out. Legend…loves them. He loves Ravio. He loves…all of them?”

Something warm settles in his heart at the thought. He’ll need to discuss it with the Colors later—or maybe they’ll be Ravio again. Legend loves them.

Maybe he’ll get his hug after all.

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