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fae-renjun · 1 year

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let down your hair ; pjs

part of the happily never after collab hosted by @soobisms and @karsohn ! happy halloween !!

pairing: flynn rider!jisung x fem!rapunzel!reader

genre: rapunzel!au, dark-ish!au, y/n is highkey evil but has her reasons, jisung may or may not be evil but he's also pretty in love, honestly more fluffy than i'd intended

warnings: swords, dark magic, princesses kidnapped and kept in towers, reader and jisung kill lots of ppl together

wc: 2.4k+

a/n: the pitch perfect version of toxic by britney spears was on my playlist for this fic, do what you will with that information + this isnt proofread sorry for mistakes and stuff

i. when will my life begin?

When Y/N was 10 she found out who Mother really was. She really shouldn’t have been in Mother’s room while she was out. She shouldn’t have been a curious little nuisance like Mother said she was. She shouldn’t have opened the box of books. She shouldn’t have looked at the books. Or what Mother had written in the columns. But she did.

That was how it began. That was when the girl stuck in the tower found out she was the lost princess and the lost princess decided she had to save herself. She spent years figuring out how to use the magic in her hair against Mother Gothel. For 8 years, every day when Gothel left the tower for..work (or whatever she was really doing when she told Y/N she was working) - Y/N would get the books out and practice. She spent nearly a decade memorising incantations, making her hair glow, not gold like it did when she healed people, but dark purple. Healing wasn’t going to get her out of the tower, but dark magic would.

She’s finally learnt it all. She’s prepared for this moment. Nearly half her life had been preparation for this day - her 18th birthday - the day Mother Gothel would die. Or so she had planned. Until a hand clutched the edge of the window - the only way to leave or enter the tower. Mother Gothel had already left. From all she had told the girl, the tower was well hidden from the outside world. Out of fright Y/N grabbed the object closest to her - a frying pan.

With a loud groan an individual pulled himself up into the tower. Y/N, hiding near the window, smacked him with the pan she held. After he was knocked out she inspected the boy. He looked about the same age as her, except he was incredibly tall.

Whispering to herself she said, “Huh. He has pretty lips- What am I doing?” Y/N sighed, tearing her eyes away from the boy.

She looked at the satchel he wore instead. Carefully opening it while trying not to wake him, she saw a tiara. She pulled it out and facing a mirror, tried it on.

The boy began to stir suddenly and Y/N panicked and tossed the tiara and the satchel in a cupboard. Before he could gain full consciousness she grabbed his hands and tied them together using her hair, then did the same for his legs. The boy, still lying on the ground, opened his eyes to Y/N standing directly above him and glaring. He screamed, causing her to scream back.

“Who are you?!?”

“Who am I? Who are you? You’re in my house!” Then, straightening herself up and dragging him to sit against the wall she continued, “And I’m not scared of you.”

“What is this- hair? Yeah you don’t have to be scared of me, just untie me.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“In my defence I asked first but you know what, I’ll oblige. I’m Park Jisung,” He replied with a smirk, “How’s your day going gorgeous?”

Y/N groaned, was he seriously trying to flirt with her? “My name is Y/N. Why did you climb into my home Park Jisung?”

“Here's the thing. I was in a situation, Gallivanting through the forest. I came across your tower and...Ho, ho no, where is my satchel?”

“I've hidden it, somewhere you'll never find it.”

“It’s in the cupboard isn’t it.”

“Why would it be in the cupboard?”

“It feels kinda obvious.”

“We are diverting from the point. What do you want? My hair? You want to cut it? Sell it?”

“No! Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair, is to get out of it. Literally!”

Y/N backed away from Jisung. “Wait, what?”

“Why on earth would I want your hair? Look, I was being chased, I saw a tower, I climbed it, end of story.”

Y/N let out a quiet “Oh.”

Then she had an idea. He did climb in her home uninvited. Maybe he should pay. Maybe he could be her direct ticket out. She agreed to untie him, and eventually give him back the tiara (that part of the deal may have been a little bit subjective), as long as he took her to see the lights. The floating lanterns that she saw from her window on her birthday every year. She knew they were for her - the princess - but she wouldn’t be telling him that. Not when the tiara he had seemed to compliment her hair colour a little too perfectly.

When he finally agreed after 15 whole minutes of negotiation that involved a lot of constricted movement and whining on his part and the waving of a frying pan on her part, Y/N united her hair and he jumped to his feet.

Jisung let out a sigh of disbelief and muttered something she probably didn’t want to hear. They both used her hair to get out of the tower and made their way to the more populated parts of the kingdom.

“Okay let’s go! Where’s my satchel?”

Dragging said satchel out of the cupboard and swinging it across her body, Y/N replied, “I’ll be holding onto it until you uphold my end of the deal.”

Y/N now recounted her plan in her head. Mother Gothel had gone to get her oil paints she’d asked for. Now she just had to play dumb until after they’d seen the lanterns and she’d be able to slip away to find Mother Gothel with the map she’d stolen from her room earlier. She continued following Jisung until they reached a pub, the snuggly duckling.

“Oh look Park! It’s named after you!”

“Oh how very funny. I am simply bursting with laughter,” Jisung deadpanned. “You want something to drink?”

ii. flower gleam and glow

Y/N thought for a moment. She needed him to trust her, maybe this would help.

“Sure.”

Big mistake. Very big mistake. The pub, contrary to its inviting name, was filled with very uninviting people - well at least uninviting towards Jisung. Nearly everyone there was a criminal of sorts, and nearly everyone also happened to know Jisung. They did not like him (and that would be an understatement).

Jeno and Jaemin - the muscular guys that were the most intimidating people Y/N had seen in her life and also happened to have some of the best smiles she’d ever seen - were a duo that had once agreed to work with Jisung and been double crossed by him (although they got their revenge ages ago, they were still a little bitter). Then there was Chenle, who’d learnt how to steal alongside Jisung as a kid but had been abandoned by his partner in crime when Jisung found bigger money-making solo jobs to do. There were many others as well, all of whom seemed to adore Y/N, and as they narrated their stories to her, their histories and their dreams, Jisung sat in a corner frowning. She laughed and made her way over to him.

“What? You don’t have a story? A dream?”

Jisung sat up and said, “I want to be a king. Or just really rich. I think being a king would be too much pressure. I just want the money.”

“Ah. A man of great virtue, I see.”

Doing a tiny fake bow he replied, “Of course, and you should expect nothing less.”

Suddenly, pulling them away from the moment they were having, they heard a shout. Looking out the window, Jeno exclaimed, “The Royal Guard! Park, hide! You’re wanted! Y/N you better hide with him.”

Mark, the bartender pulled one of the levers and hurried the 2 of them under the counter into a secret passage.

“It leads outside, they won’t find you there.”

After hurriedly thanking the blue-haired man, Jisung grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her down the passage with him. They walked for what felt like nearly half an hour to Y/N (and her exhausted legs), until they saw daylight at the end of the tunnel. They reached a clearing and Y/N settled herself there on some logs lying around. He had long let go of her hand, but it still felt strange where he had held her. She still felt the warmth of his palm. She didn’t know if she liked the feeling or hated it, but either way she still didn’t trust him.

Jisung turned so his back was facing her as he dusted his clothes off and said, “You’re a pretty bad actress, you know.”

“What?” she replied, startled.

He turned back to face her, “I can tell you have a plan of some sort. It’s obvious everytime you switch moods to act dumb in front of me. I don’t mind it, but if your plan happens to include not giving back my satchel or the tiara inside it, I’d rather know now.”

Y/N smirked, “I have no idea what you could possibly mean.”

Jisung pulled a knife from the inside of his jacket, “Oh yeah? Well maybe this will help you understand gorgeous.”

She gasped as she backed away. Ripping the satchel off her body she threw down in the space between them, “Fine! You can have it.”

Pleased, he picked up the satchel and opened it to check the contents were all there. While he looked away, Y/N began combing her hair with her fingers.

“You should know though, it does belong to me.”

By the time Jisung looked up it was too late, her hair was already glowing purple, her lips mouthing an incantation. She put her hands out and fired purple flames at a spot on the ground near his feet as she walked closer to him. Jisung panicked and pulled the knife back out but she just melted it. He stumbled to the ground as she stepped forward once again. Finally he held the satchel out to her.

Her powers calming down she grabbed it and draped it over her body once again.

“You-you’re the princess. The lost princess.”

“Indeed I am.”

“Okay. Princess. I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”

“What kind?”

“Well, you clearly have a plan, something you need to do. What is it?”

“I need to kill my mother.”

“The queen?!”

“No! The woman that kidnapped me and kept me in a tower for 18 years! Idiot.”

“That wasn’t obvious when you said your mother! Anyway, I help you get to your ‘mother’ so you can kill her, and you give me the tiara in return? Or money. I take cash as well.”

Y/N thought about it. In fact she thought for so long Jisung started getting tired of waiting for an answer. Honestly, she’d already made up her mind. She just wanted to agonise him more. She didn’t have to trust him as long as they both kept up their ends of the deal. They both had their motives. She cared far less about being princess than she did about

“Okay.”

Jisung jumped to his feet, “Okay then! Let’s be on our way! Where’s your evil mother?”

As they walked to the location Y/N described to him, she explained her plan to him, and how she’d trained herself to use her power over time. Jisung was in awe of her - the girl that had spent her whole life locked in a tower and taught herself to save herself. He wasn’t going to lie about being attracted to her. He could tell she was just as conniving as he was, just a lot smarter when she made her plans. Her acting could still use work though. He could help her with that, he thought to himself, before realising he was thinking about someone who, as far as he knew, very well planned to never see him again after he held up his end of the deal.

“You don’t care about being princess do you?”

“Does a princess use her powers to kill people?”

“I wouldn’t think so. Then again, you’re the first princess I’ve met. I think the cool princesses would kill people anyway.”

iii. let your power shine

They were ambushed. Mother Gothel was working with the twins Jisung had been running from and they’d called for the Royal Guard. Gothel somehow found out she was working with Jisung, and Y/N’s blood was boiling. Not just that - her hair was glowing darker than it ever had. Gothel’s shock when she began the incantation made the 8 years of waiting truly worth it, and before she could lift a finger, Y/N was firing curses at her while Jisung fought the twins. The witch was helpless against the determination Y/N had bottled up all those years.

“You took my real life away from me, mother. Now you will pay.”

“Y/N, my beautiful child, how could you do this? All I ever did was care for you.”

“Care for me? You used me!” Y/N began the spell she’d worked the hardest on, the one that would kill Gothel for good as she said, “And for the last time - You’re. Not. My. Mom.”

One minute Mother Gothel was crouched on the ground in front of her, the next she was ashes. Y/N turned to see Jisung staring at her, not with fear, but with awe, and maybe even pride. He’d knocked the twins out a while ago but they knew they weren’t done yet. They could hear the Royal Guard’s horses not far off. Using an easier incantation she’d learnt she conjured a sword for Jisung and tossed it to him.

They fought their way through the Royal Guard with ease. They were a team now. They’d both realised that. The guards kept coming, but they fought their way up to the centre of the city, to the front of the castle. As the last of the guards dropped to the ground, she heard Jisung’s sword clatter and watched him walk over the bodies to her. He cupped her face in his hands and before she could let out a word he pulled her in and their lips met. The kiss was everything. Everything they had done together. All the bodies that they’d made fall together. The power they both knew they had ignited that kiss. It was fiery and powerful and they kissed until neither one could breathe.

When they finally broke apart, his hands in her hair and both their chests heaving, trying to catch their breath - they smiled at each other.

“I think we could rule this kingdom together princess.”

“I think so too, Park.”

#park jisung #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct fanfic #jisung x reader #park jisung x reader #park jisung fic #renjun #jaemin #mark lee #jeno #haechan #chenle #nct fluff #collab

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mey-rin-is-fabulous · 2 years

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The SB69 × Sanrio collab missed the perfect opportunity for a Rom x My Melody collab including Rom in the apron

(img is from the first Show By Rock musical where Rom is wearing a My Melody apron and holding a pink frying pan)

#sb69 #showbamyu #show by rock musical #sanrio #my melody #it is indeed my melody on the apron #i am not popping the dvd into my ancient laptop and finding a better picture right now #missed opportunity i'm telling you #also a reminder that the 2015(i think) musical exists and it's still the best thing ever #don't worry the fes i love you too #and will love the others when i get them #they better do another one #because this is right there #waiting to be done in fes a live

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webbedphantom · 2 months

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Today I learned that Dragalia Lost has a fan server, which is shocking awesome, because outside of the P5S event (which I binged because I was so hyped for that game), I didn't really get to experience most of what it had to offer since my phone would heat up like frying pan if I played for too long.

Still, the game was a lot of fun, and the characters and world were incredibly interesting, so it's awesome that people can actually experience it now without the usual gacha grind and micro transactions.

Like seriously, it's been modded to give you an easy way to get every character in the game, including the collabs with Mega Man, Persona 5, Fire Emblem, and probably some others I can't remember, so if you haven't ever touched this game, or did but missed out on a bunch of stuff like I did, this is the best way to check it out imo

I'll leave a link here to the reddit post that explains how to set it up, it's actually extremely simple and easy, took me like 5 minutes... minus the updates I needed to download afterwards.

Still I highly recommend giving this a shot, because this world deserves to be experienced

#ooc - out of costume;#psa kinda?

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feelingnom · 3 months

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COLLAB OF THE CENTURY: TOKYO FRIENDS IN BATTEN!!!!!!

this was so exciting to have them over even if they could not stay very long and ella missed her first train and the leo and shannon got lost lol. regardless we got to play and i got to show them everything and they got to meet all the buddies! i did lie to them and said that we could all make dango together but actually i am terrible at delegating and bad to bake with maybe, so this is an activity i mostly completed with bryn mawr friends and then enjoyed and ate with the wholeeeee group. also etta made this little mochi bear who is so cutie.

we tried to pan fry the mochi to get a char, as is standard, but actually this did not work and we bailed on this idea—even though a picture was taken! teehee

this was awesome and the texture was silky and satisfying and squishy in the greatest way possible. glad it have little tokyo reminders vis-a-vis friends and food. so excited to be back home and baking again :D and i’m so glad new friends got to meet the old ones i talk about so often and with so much care! excited for them to return and we can do this all again heheheheh

#dango and love and friends #🍡🍡🍡#yay!

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freshthoughts2020 · 1 year

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THE MOVIE GAME

August 31, 2022

I was looking at the beautiful BAPE x MARVEL bapesta collabs and when I saw the Hulk sneaker, for some reason I thought about that atrocious HULK game that was released when the 2003 HULK movie dropped.

I started to think about why did every movie game totally sucked? I remember everytime a blockbuster was set to release, Lord behold a video game counterpart was release alongside it. One of the times I was scarred by the movie game was The Grinch. It was released on the Sega Dreamcast and served as a companion to Jim Carrey’s Grinch film (which was actually good). What hurted the most about The Grinch game is I didn’t even want the damn game! Here’s how I ended up getting it anyway.

One day we was in Blockbuster and my mother was taking me and my brother to get video games for our Sega Dreamcast My favorite type of game has always been fighting games, so when I saw Street Fighter I was ecstatic! But my mother said, “Vonnie you always get those type of games, why don’t you try something different”, it was the worst advice she ever gave me lmao. I tried something different and what I got was an utter piece of s***. No effort was put into it at all, an obvious cash grab.

Unforturnately this wasn’t a one off, it had to be a reason the movie game stop being an essential extension of the blockbuster movie. I was on wikipedia the other day looking at MCU info and noticed the only video games made for the MCU was for the first two phases. None of the games were received well and they all suffered from clunky gameplay, average graphics, and a repetitiveness mechanic that would fry your brain if you let it lol.

I’m glad someone got the memo and finally stopped making these horrendous games. However, I do wonder what was the breaking point? Excessive critical panning or low sales? It had to be commercial because we know if it makes money another one is getting made.

Do you remember any good movie games? Let me know in the comments or something!

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#THE MOVIE GAME #bapestas #bape #hulk #the incredible hulk #life logs #life lessons #jaevonn harris #avengers #mcu #movie games

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bakuroo-writings · 2 years

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For @nocturnalazura's Frying Pan Collab, in which you hit Bakugou Katsuki with a frying pan.

Word Count: 2,936

Reader type: female

Trope/warnings: enemies to lovers, culinary au, Bakugou calls reader princess, minimal angst/angst adjacent, happy ending

YOUR POV

The clanging of pots and pans mix with the sizzling of various meats and vegetables. Focusing on cooking your own dish, you grab the prep bowl housing your ground ginger and add it to your coconut milk curry sauce, followed by the salt, before mixing it all together. Setting it aside and covering it with plastic wrap, you move to add the olive oil to your frying pan, only to notice it’s not on the stove where you left it.

Checking your station, you search high and low, unable to find your frying pan. Your eyes scan across the room, trying to figure out who could have taken it, until they meet vermillion eyes. Noticing the smirk on his face, you scoff and glare at him. Ugh. Bakugou fucking Katsuki. The bane of your existence. Ever since you met him on your first day of culinary school, it was hate at first sight.

“Oh, come on, come on.” Tapping your foot as you wait in line, you suppress a groan. “It’s my first day; I can’t be late.”

15 minutes later, you’re on your way, coffee in hand, rushing into the doors of Le Cordon Bleu Tokyo when you bump into a hard, chiseled chest, spilling your coffee all over your accidental victim.

“Oh, gosh, I am so – “

“Can’t you watch where you’re fucking going?!” Angry red eyes pierce yours. “Fucking klutz.”

“Are you always this much of an asshole to people you just met? It was an accident; it happens.” You move around him, ignoring his growl, throwing your cup in the trash, and head to the elevators.

‘Ugh, I was almost late, had to deal with an asshole, and, now, I have no coffee. This day can’t possibly get worse.’

Or so you thought. The last thing you expected to see when you walked into the kitchen for your first class – knife skills – were the same angry scarlet eyes, glaring daggers at you, accompanied by a scowl on his face.

Holding back a groan, you meet his eyes. “Ugh, you’re in this class, too?”

“Hah?! A clumsy extra like you becoming a chef? Good luck not accidentally cutting yourself.”

Balling your hand into a fist, your stare turns icy. “You bumped into me, asshole.”

“The fuck I did, princess! You ran into me!”

You choose to not respond, rolling your eyes, instead. Walking past him to claim your station, you feel the anger roll off him in waves at being ignored.

“Don’t ignore me, brat.”

Unpacking your knives, you lay them out one by one as you smile softly at the student claiming the station across from you. Growling, Bakugou picks up his own gear from his station and shoves the kid out of the way. “This is my station now. You can take the one over there.” He nods his head in the direction of his old station.

The student picks up his bag quickly and scurries over to his new station. Letting out a huff, you address Bakugou. “Part of the appeal of this spot was not having to look at your ugly face.”

“Sucks for you, then.” A smirk forms on his face. “Beat me at our lesson today and you won’t have to deal with me the rest of the semester.”

“Deal!”

That was the start of your enemy-ship with Bakugou. The lesson on the first day was on Julienne knife cuts and, while you had finished before Bakugou, he had cleaner cuts, making it a draw. And that was how it went for nearly two years: constant competitions and the both of you always ending in a tie. The sound of oohs and aahs reaching your ears pull you from your unscheduled trip down memory lane and you shake your head, eyes moving to where the sound is coming from. “Of course it’s from Bakugou’s station,” you think as you see the food he tossed in the air fall perfectly back in the frying pan, noting he has another unused on his station. “That asshole! He took my frying pan!”

The anger falls as you think back to the actually decent interaction you had with him this weekend, leading you to take a deep, calming breath and walk over as calmly as you can. Trying to muster up as much honey in your voice as possible, you approach his station. “Bakugou, I see you have a spare frying pan on your station that wasn’t there at the beginning of class. And what do you know? Mine appears to be missing all of a sudden. May I please have my pan back?”

The crowd disperses as a smirk forms on his face. Putting the pan in his hand down and turning down the heat, he leans his hips against his station. “Now why would I give you my pan back, princess?”

Nails digging into the palm of your hand, you try to keep your cool and grit your teeth. “Because it’s actually my pan and you’re not even using it?”

“Who said I’m not using my pan, princess?” He pushes off his station and brings his lips close to your ear. “Why don’t you be a good girl and just go get a new one, hm?”

“I asked nicely, Bakugou. Thanks for being a dick about it.” You give a tired sigh and lower your voice. “Gotta say, after last weekend, I was really hoping we could be friends, at the very least. Got my hopes up for nothing, I guess. Again.”

Shielding your eyes to hide the hurt, you walk away from him and think back to the events of last weekend.

House music thumps in the background as you rest your arms on the railing, holding your drink loosely in your hand. Wind blows against your face, cool air nipping at your nose, as you stare at the clear, night sky. Another gust of wind blows, causing the hair on the backs of your arms to stand up as you shiver.

Wind blows again as you sigh deeply, gathering energy to go inside and mingle again when warm spice and a subtle woodsy undertone fills your nostrils, the weight of black leather resting on your shoulders. Ash blonde locks edge the corners of your eyes as toned arms, hand nursing a beer bottle, join yours on the railing.

Silence lingers between you, the only being the muted, thumping music and the crickets chirping. Warm, yellow light shines through the windows and fireflies light up sporadically on the lawn as Bakugou brings the bottle to his lips, taking a large swig.

You bring your cup to your lips, taking a small sip for courage and swallowing it before speaking. “Thank you.”

Ruby eyes flash to yours as he gives a gruff, “you’re welcome.”

Silence fills the space again as you struggle to find words. “Aren’t you cold?”

He releases a dry laugh. “That's the best you could come up with for small talk?”

“Okay, big shot. What’s your icebreaker, then?”

“If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?”

“Damn, that’s a good one,” you purse your lips and take another sip, swirling it around in your mouth as you think. “Probably buy a nice duplex in Tokyo. One with lots of sunlight and a big outdoor area so I can build a greenhouse and grow my own fruits and vegetables. And I’d open a restaurant where paying is optional – you know, like one of those restaurants where it’s pay what you can – so everyone can get a filling meal. I’d use the money to get a roof over my head, have a restaurant, and pay for the essentials.” You turn to him and ask, “What about you? What would you do if you had a million dollars?”

“That’s really admirable. Gotta say, princess, I didn’t expect that from you.” He takes another swig of beer. “I’d travel. Take my mom and dad to see the world. Eventually, go to third world countries and maybe build some homes there. Bring in food and supplies to help, too.”

You take another sip of your drink, dropping the cup from your hand once it’s empty, “That’s also pretty admirable. Imagine if we both had a million dollars and combined it to travel the world, opening pay-as-you-can restaurants wherever we go.” Heat rushes to your cheeks as you realize what you said, “not that I’d want to see you ever again after graduation!”

A laugh leaves him as he brings the bottle to his lips again, “Whatever you need to tell yourself, princess.” Lifting off the railing, he places the bottle at his feet and leans against the railing again, back facing the dark lawn. “Wouldn’t mind travelling the world with you, princess. Could have a worse travel companion.”

“What? The great Bakugou Katsuki is giving a compliment to someone else?” You tease.

He pushes your shoulder lightly, “Shut up. You’re a great chef, okay? We’d make a good team. None of the other shitty extras are able to match my skill the way you do. Doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes, either.”

“Um, so, what made you want to be a chef?” You ask, changing the subject as heat forms on your cheeks again.

“I used to cook with my parents all the time. They never got to see the world – a kid didn’t make it easy to do, you know? – but were always enamored with the different foods. So they’d find recipes from different cultures and we’d make and try it together,” he turns around, forlorn look on his face as he looks up at the stars. “It became less and less frequent as I got older, as they got busier, but it made me fall in love with cooking. And I wanted to bring that feeling of family, of love, to people. Food brings people together.”

“That’s really sweet, Katsuki.” His eyebrow raises at the use of his first name but he keeps silent as you continue. “I really like this side of you; it suits you. You should show it more often.”

He rolls his eyes as he ignores your statement, pulling a flask from his jacket and taking a swig before putting it back, “Fireball whiskey. Beer here sucks. Need to get rid of the shitty taste,” he answers at your questioning eyes. “What about you, princess? Why do you want to be a chef?”

Your gaze turns wistful, far-off, as if you’re locked in a memory. “Oddly enough, I have a similar reason. I used to cook with my dad. We didn’t have a lot in common but cooking was something we bonded over. He passed away just before I started high school and I stumbled across this video he kept. It was of us making omurice for the first time and it was horrible – a complete mess. . . but we were laughing and having fun the whole time. And, even though it looked horrible, it tasted amazing. I had. . . forgotten how much fun it was. Cooking. And that’s when I knew I wanted to bring that feeling of joy to other people.”

Shaking your head, you turn to face him to see his ruby eyes focusing intently on you. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the music from inside, or the thin line between love and hate, or the sound of crickets chirping and the fireflies around you, or the smell of him all around you, or the way he’s looking at you, or the fact that there’s always been a thin line between love and hate. . . but something has you moving closer and something has him cupping your check, thumb softly rubbing against it, as your lips meet.

His tongue licks at your lip and you part them, taste of cinnamon invading your taste buds as your tongue entwines with his. Your arms wrap around his back, one hand finding purchase in his hair and tugging softly as you deepen the kiss. The door opens as a couple comes crashing out and you break apart, your head whipping to face them.

The black haired girl giggles and apologizes for interrupting as the blonde haired boy clambers after her down the stairs. You refocus on Bakugou, breathing hard, and his arm is wrapped loosely around your waist. Your eyes search his undecipherable crimson ones, trying to read the emotion behind them but they remain hard, guarded.

“Um, what does this mean?”

“Doesn’t mean anything, princess. People kiss and hook up at parties all the time.” He drops his arm from your waist, ignoring the hurt look on your face as he turns to face the empty yard again.

You scoff, “right. How foolish of me for thinking it might be something more. It was just the party, the alcohol, the atmosphere. Welcome back, asshole Bakugou.” You drop his jacket from your shoulders, leaving it crumpled on the ground, and walk back into the party to find your own jacket and leave.

BAKUGOU POV

Outside, where you left Bakugou, he gives a frustrated groan as his face falls in his hands, “Why did I do that? Finally had a chance with the girl of my dreams and I had to go and be an asshole and ruin it.”

He snatches up his jacket from the deck floor and throws it on, a small trace of vanilla and chai lingering on his jacket. He pulls open the door roughly a few seconds after you disappeared through it and his eyes scan the room for you.

Unable to find you anywhere, he sees the bright red hair of his friend and party host, Kirishima Eijirou, and grabs his shoulders, turning him to look deep in his eyes, “Kirishima, where is Y/n?”

“Bakubro! She left. Why? You need her for something?”

“Nah, I’ll just. . . see her in class. Thanks, Kirishima.”

YOUR POV

Shaking your head and snapping the thoughts out of your head, you walk to where the pots and pans are stored. You find the frying pan and grab it when you hear a voice purr in your ear from behind you, “Princ– “

Jumping slightly first, you quickly turn and smack the person behind you with the frying pan currently in your hands. Bakugou releases a groan as he doubles over.

“Shit, princess,” he wheezes out, “I came to apologize for being such an ass. Suddenly, I’m regretting that choice. This is worse than the coffee you spilled on me two years ago.”

“You snuck up behind me! And – and . . . you deserved it!” You heave a sigh. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“What if I am? You gonna feel bad?” He smirks as he stands up straight.

“Okay, so, you’re fine.” You turn and move to leave. “I can go back to my dish now.”

“You’re not gonna say sorry for hitting me with a frying pan?”

“Why would I? You’re being the same insufferable little shit you always are. I’ll prove you’re fine if I have to.” You walk back over and hit him in the gut with the frying pan, causing him to let out another groan of pain as he doubles over again.

His words come out hoarse, “Sorry for being an asshole, princess.”

“Oh, fuck, that actually did hurt you! I’m so sorry! How bad does it hurt?” You fiddle and fluster around him, pan still in hand, unsure how to help.

His voice returns to normal and he stands up straight, determined look in his eyes as he stares at you, “I’ll be fine, princess. A frying pan to the abdomen – twice – isn’t the worst I’ve had. But you can make it up to me by going out with me on Friday.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “You’re just playing with me again.” He starts to open his mouth but you cut him off, “Don’t make me hit you with this again.”

“Feisty. Just my type,” he smirks then turns serious. “Does it really sound that bad – going out on a date with me?”

An unamused look makes its way onto your face as your response is to simply turn and walk away.

“So Friday?” He calls after you.

Turning back to him, you give him a small smile, “Friday,” you confirm.

ONE YEAR LATER

Sipping on your coffee as you walk down the stairs of your apartment, ash blonde hair pokes out from behind the open trunk door of the car. You walk up right behind him just as he turns around, narrowly avoiding spilling coffee on him.

He smirks as he takes the other cup from you, “You did that on purpose, princess.”

“You have no proof of that,” you reply cheekily, forcing yourself to hide your smirk.

“You’re just lucky I love you, princess,” he rolls his eyes in response, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you in for a kiss. Warm spice with the subtle woodsy undertone invades your nose as cinnamon coats your taste buds. He cups your face, thumb rubbing softly against your cheek.

Smiling into the kiss, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hand gripping his hair. “Yeah, I am. Really lucky to have you.”

Flicking your forehead, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, turning to face the early morning sun, “Ready to start our adventure?”

“More than ready,” your eyes fall on the culinary magazine that has you and Bakugou on the front cover. The headline reads “LE CORDON BLEU TOKYO ALUMNI TO OPEN FIRST PAY WHAT YOU CAN RESTAURANT IN SENEGAL.”

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nocturnalazura · 3 years

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The Frying Pan Collab

Theme: Some one gets smacked with a frying pan

↳Either you or your charcter smack the other person with a frying pan. It can be on purpose or a simple accident!

Status: Accepting

Fandoms: My Hero Academia, Haikyuu!, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Demon Slayer

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Nsfw and Sfw are welcome, please tag pieces accordingly.

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Switch Around with Crocostyle, what is this, pan fry, and thorsini

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hhawks · 3 years

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all over me, all over you

✰ starring: reiner braun x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: in which you convince reiner to fuck you on camera. ✰ content warnings: consensual filming, unprotected sex, creampie, toys, fingering, dumbification, minor degradation, minor mentions of daddy bc i'm self indulgent ✰ word count: 4.6k ✰ a/n: for @/oh-katsuki's on the line collab <3 thank u cal for letting me join, please go see the other authors who wrote marvelous things it's 6am and i haven't slept and i have class in an hour i'm going batshit insane

“you want me to what?”

you roll your eyes. “i want you to fuck me on camera.”

reiner looks at you, incredulity painted across his face. “babe, you can’t be serious.”

“i am!” you slouch over the kitchen island, elbows planted on the cool marble counter, hands propping your head up. “i’m completely serious. this is my serious face. so many of my followers have asked about my boyfriend, wanna see you in action.” you pout at him, eyes wide and doe-like as you watch him chuckle, tending to the frying pan. you can’t help the way your eyes trail over his toned body, fair skin marked with your love, and drooling just thinking about him fucking your brains out for the world to see. you could just imagine his arms, thick corded muscle swelling as he holds you down, hips pounding against yours as you lay there, pliant, taking it all.

“wipe your drool,” he says tonelessly, serving your plate of pancakes with syrup, whipped cream and diced strawberries. you mouth waters; reiner’s already such a wonderful boyfriend, but his cooking is god’s gift to mankind. “look, baby, you know i love you. i love what you do, and i support you, but i don’t know…”

you shake your head, mouth stuffed full of pancake. “i’sh okay,” you beam, voice muffled. “i jus’h wan’ed to as’hk. you don’t hav’ta.”

“do not speak to me with your mouth full,” he chides, a gentle smile crossing his features. he wipes a bit of syrup off the corner of your mouth and brings it up to his lips. “mm. tastes good, yeah?”

you nod, puckering your lips playfully.

“i’ll think about it,” he says after a long pause. you look at him, eyebrows raised, eyes glowing. “it’s not a yes, but i’ll think about it okay?”

you’ve been making content since before you met reiner. it wasn’t like you needed the money desperately, just a little here and there for extra spending money. you enjoyed it, enjoyed making the content, enjoyed seeing people get off to your videos, but when you got a boyfriend, you became a little more reserved about it. you were hesitant to tell reiner, weary of the possibilities of what he might say; that you were a whore, gold digger, whatever. you’d heard it all before, but you liked reiner, and that made all the difference.

so when you told him, what you were not expecting was for him to go pink, flush dusting his cheeks and an awkward hand coming up to scratch at his neck, and for him to go, “i kinda already knew…”

you whacked him. hard. “what do you mean you knew?” you fired question after question at him, eyes filled with fiery mirth. you collapsed on the couch together, laughing as he explained how he’d found you one day, never really thought anything about it until he met you in real life. “oh, so i wasn’t good enough for your money? is that what you’re saying?” you teased him, pinching his arm.

“no! no!” his hands gripped the thick of your hips, holding you steady. “i did subscribe, actually, but then i met you in real life, and…”

now it was your turn to flush red. “and you never told me?”

“i was waiting for you to be comfortable with saying it.”

oh. he was more of a gentleman about it than you were expecting him to be, his thumb stroking patterns into your skin as you straddled his hips. “did you… like the videos?” you asked shyly, watching his jaw clench.

“yeah,” he muttered. “a lot.”

the thought of him watching you, his hand jerking off his thick cock, fuck, that sent heat straight to your cunt. you rolled once, tentatively against his hips, feeling the growing proof of his desire under you. “i can tell,” you smirked at him, watching his breath hitch, his grip on you tightening. “which one did you like the most?”

“i- fuck, stop that, i--”

“c’mon, tell me.” you leaned down, planting your lips against the column of his neck. “which one did you like? which one made you cum the most, honey?”

“t-the one, with the black dildo. the big one. fuck, stop that!” but his hands gripped you tightly, pulling you closer to him. “that one was--”

“hot, wasn’t it?” your hands climbed under his tank top, cool fingers against his flushed skin. “i got a lot of donations from that one.”

“do me a favour,” he murmurs, hand coming up to tangle in your hair, pulling you back sharply. you cut off with a gasp, meeting his stony gaze, soaked in honey and glitter. “only use that toy with me.”

it’s obvious that reiner was supportive of you, so why are you overthinking it? did he not wanna be part of the videos because he was embarrassed? it was a huge ask, you admit, but you can’t help the sinking feeling you feel. he usually did the background work for you, helping you set up the camera, maybe even giving you an orgasm or two before you start, but never dared set foot in front of the red blinking light.

you get over it. you can’t force him to do anything, and if he’s happy enough doing the backstage work, fine by you. but every time you sit in front of the camera, you can’t help but imagine it was him, fucking you senseless, leaving you a stupid mess under him. no toy could even compare to the size of his dick, not even the black one he loved so much, two inches shy of reiner’s cock, and lacking the pretty veins you adored so much. you’re beat into the shape of him, so bad nothing satisfies you as much or as fast as him.

you can’t imagine how much you’d lose control if you fucked him on camera, for thousands of viewers to see. and it looks like you won’t ever get to know either.

“i wanna do it.”

your head snaps up from your computer, at your boyfriend standing at the doorway, arms folded across his chest. “what?”

“i wanna do it,” he repeats, and you can see a shy smile start to creep onto his lips. “i wanna join your stream.”

you wriggle out of the chair, flinging yourself onto him so forcefully he stumbles back slightly, a little laugh bursting through his lips. “you’re serious? you wanna come on my stream?” your eyes are wide, glinting wildly.

“oh, i’ll come alright.” you whack him loudly, rolling your eyes. “yes, yes, i wanna do it. gotta show those pervs who owns that pussy, hm?”

god, when he says it like that. “good. good.” you swallow thickly, ignoring the sticky mess your thighs are starting to become. “i- should it be like, a video? or we could do a livestream, whatever you want. you’re the guest, you choose. i like both, but videos--”

you cut off with a small gasp when you feel his hand snaked around your back, his large hand cupping your cunt. “stop rambling, baby,” he murmurs. “it’ll be like any other video or stream, yeah? no need to worry.”

“i’m not- i’m not worried,” you assure him, but you’re melting in his palm. you know he can feel how wet you’re getting at the simple prospect of him fucking you on camera. you rock your hips into his palm, neck craning to look at him. god he’s so pretty, the sunlight catching his golden lashes, streaking over his face. they’re gonna love him as much as they love you, you know it--

“you’re soaked,” he whispers. “thinking about it got you this riled up, huh?”

“fuck you,” his hand rubs gently, thumb ghosting over your clit through your panties. “f-fuck. fuck off, i have work to do.”

“that’s not a nice way to say thank you,” you can practically hear the smugness in his voice, and you can’t stop yourself from rocking into his hand; he’s got you right where he wants you, falling apart at the smallest touches. “oh, i forgot to tell you, actually. i have one condition.”

you’re nearly brainless, but you look up at him with curious eyes. “mm? what’s it?”

“i get to do what i want to you.”

you shouldn’t be scared. you convince yourself you’re not, but you can’t help the way you fidget nervously on the bed, twiddling your thumbs as reiner stands behind the camera. he fixes it up, focusing it on the bed where you lay. you both decided on a video rather than a stream, just for a little bit more control since it’s his first time in front of the camera rather than behind it.

“how’s this look?” you hear him ask, and you look up to him showing you the angle on the viewfinder. you’re sitting there, pretty and pink in his favourite lingerie set, the one that he had to reign himself in from tearing off of you when you walked out of the bathroom fifteen minutes ago.

you nod, biting the inside of your cheek. “looks good.” why are you nervous? you’ve never been nervous around cameras since you first started, so why now? reiner seems to feel your restlessness, coming around to the bed and cupping your chin with his big, big palm.

“hey. look at me.” your neck cranes up, and eyes lock on his. he’s looking at you with the softest, most adoring glimmer in his eyes. “do you want to do this? we don’t have to.”

you laugh nervously. “shouldn’t i be saying that to you?”

he smiles, leans down to press a syrupy kiss on your lips. “i got you. do you trust me?”

never a trace of doubt in your voice as you murmur, “always.”

reiner backs you up until your back hits the plush mattress. the blinking red light tells you; he’s already started the recording, and thank god it’s a video so you can cut out the bit where you were on the verge of backing out. the doubt’s ringing at the back of your mind but reiner’s plush lips on yours makes you forget; you’re gasping into his mouth as he draws every breath out of you, spit slick lips peppering kisses from your mouth to your jaw, down to your neck.

“so, so pretty,” he whispers in between kisses, barely loud enough for you to hear, like it’s a little secret between the two of you. you’ve never felt more intimate in front of a camera-- reiner’s hands and lips and legs in between your thighs are making you feel like there’s only the two of you in the world, even though you know this is gonna be seen by thousands of strangers with their hands down their pants. “sit up for me?”

you follow as he says, and he shifts you so you’re both facing the camera, him sitting behind you. the blinking red is digging into your corneas, but you’re pulled out of your reverie when you feel reiner’s hands snake around your front, one hand on your chest, the other trailing down, down, down--

“fuck,” you gasp, bucking into his touch as his lithe fingers make contact with your lace panties. instinctively your legs spread, granting him allowance to where you need him most, but he gives you no more than gentle strokes. you’re squirming, practically begging for more, just a touch, rei, just touch me, please--

you’re cut off, your words twisting into a strangled moan as his free hand wraps around the column of your throat. his grip isn’t suffocating, just tight enough to send you a warning. “quit it,” he commands, his thumb nudging your jaw just slightly so you’re directly looking into the camera. “be a good girl, or we’re stopping.”

“nngh, uh!” you barely croak out an affirmative before he’s teasing you through your panties again, this time rubbing deliberate circles against your clit. you shut yourself up, steadying your body so you don’t go against his orders because you’d rather die than disobey reiner. his hand on your throat is cutting off your blood flow just enough to make your head spin a little, thoughts hazy.

and then he’s slipping your panties to the side, dipping a finger tentatively into your cunt and you whine. can’t help yourself and whine like a whore for more, in front of the potential thousands of people who asked for this, who are gonna watch you unfold and uncover your layers of debauchery. reiner’s hushing you as he slips in one finger into your slick. “fuckin’ wet for me, huh? you getting off to all these people watching you?” his words dig into your ears and melt your brain, and you nod dumbly, neck tilting up to look at him, but his fingers are quick to snap your jaw back in place, looking straight into the camera. “who said you could look at me? whores don’t get to look at me.”

you’re wrecked, and he’s barely touched you. he’s easing another two fingers into your cunt with the aid of your drooling wet, commenting about how nasty you are, gushing around my fingers like that. you’re clinging onto his bicep, your legs spread and trembling as he fucks his fingers in and out of you, curling into spots he knows like the back of his palm. reiner is so good, so good at making you cum so easily; knows your body better than you do, knows exactly what to do to make you unravel. your nails are digging into his skin and he hisses.

“you’re tightening up, baby,” he murmurs, loud enough for the mic to catch. “gonna cum? gonna cum like a slut around my fingers?”

“mmhm! mmhm!” you’re gasping, squealing and bucking your hips up to meet his fingers halfway. “please, let me cum? let me--” and you’re trailing off as he eases a fourth finger in, stretching your cunt beyond its limits. you go slack jawed, melting into him as he fucks you so, so rough. you love it, love how messy and desperate you get around him, and fuck, he loves it too.

“cum, baby,” he grunts. “need to make sure you’re nice and loose f’me, yeah?”

you nod through the thick haze of pleasure that clouds your consciousness, losing yourself in his grasp. you’ve completely forgotten about the camera at this point, just doing everything in your power to reach your high, to stretch that tight coil in your belly until it snaps, and you go tumbling into blinding white as you cum. you fall apart, gushing around his fingers and wrist and soiling the sheets with your nectar. the sounds you make are making him so goddamn hard, and he has to shift to relieve some of the stress in his sweats.

“good girl,” he praises, letting you breathe for a bit as he pulls his fingers out. he brings them up to your mouth, tapping your lips. “taste yourself. you’re fuckin’ sweet as sugar, baby.”

and you do. you listen, sucking his fingers, licking your arousal clean off. you don’t mind the taste because his voice is so goddamn erotic you’d do anything if he asked. you’re so far gone already you don’t notice him reach out of frame for something; a toy he’d left on the far side of the bed in preparation for this. reiner brings it up to you, letting the big silicon toy rest heavily on your stomach. you pull yourself together just long enough to catch sight of it, gasping softly.

“you guys haven’t seen this in a while, have you?” it takes you a second to realise he’s talking to the camera. “why don’t you tell them why, baby?”

“‘cause,” you drawl, hyperfocusing on the gentle strokes of his thumb on your upper arm, his silent question, are you alright? and you tap his thigh once, your silent answer, yeah, i’m okay. “‘cause i can ‘nly use it around… around…”

“around who, love?”

“around you, daddy,” you look up, neck tilting to catch his honeyed gaze. “for you, only, promise.”

“atta girl,” he whispers. “come, let’s get these pretty panties off you, yeah? wanna fuck you properly.”

he guides your hips up and glides your panties down, tossing it slightly behind him. you’re so pliable, so malleable that all he has to do is nudge you and you’re moving to his liking. you’re sitting between his legs, thighs thick and so lovely, ready for you to sink your claws into when you need to, and your legs are thrown over his, pussy spread and glistening for the world to see. he’s teasing a finger along your cunt again, rubbing your slick onto your clit in figure eights. “good, yeah?” he quips.

“rei, please- need you,” you beg, dainty hands wrapping around his bicep as you watch him pick up the toy again. “fuck, want it inside me, now.”

he hums. “demanding, huh?” he smiles against your neck. “okay. look at the camera.”

you whine, and he shoots you a look, one that says, i’m not playing. so you obey, tilting your head back to look straight into the invasive red. you feel the head of the toy tease at your hole and you have to stop yourself from bucking onto it, instead focusing all your energy on the blinking light.

reiner plays like this for centuries, until he’s finally, finally working the head of the toy into your cunt. “fuck, still so tight,” he mumbles, and you’re whining at the stretch as it splits you open. you’re shaking, trembling in his arms as he pumps the cock into you slowly, feeling it fill you to the brim and beyond. it’s still not as good as reiner’s own, but it’s enough that you’re clenching around it, already feeling the familiar kindling in your abdomen.

“spread your legs wider.” reiner commands, and when you’re too slow to react, his free hand comes down to shove your knees apart, keeping his grip on the fat of your inner thigh, pulling it as close to him as it can go. you’re leaning your shoulder blades back on his plush chest, knees bent and pussy so, so exposed to the camera, and in the viewfinder you can see the way he’s fucking the toy so deep into your cunt. you’re stretching around it, almost too big to fit but you manage, you always do what reiner wants you to do.

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. your mouth is gaping open from the euphoria of the toy inside you; you hadn’t used it in a while, always opting for just going straight to reiner’s perfect, fat cock, but god, you forgot how good this one feels in you. it’s pounding into you, reiner’s steady hand pumping it into you at a speed that has you seeing stars, that has you waving to god. “dadd-daddy,” you’re stuttering now, clinging onto his thigh for leverage. “fuck, slow- slow down!”

reiner chuckles. “really, baby? you want me to slow down?” you’ve made a deal with the devil, you realise when he picks up the pace, pumping it into you impossibly faster. “you’re so far gone you don’t even know what’s best for yourself.”

your mouth drops open in silent pleasure. you can’t utter a single word, not with the silicon abusing your cunt at the pace he’s set. you just lie there and you take it, blinking back tears and your walls fluttering around the toy. you can’t even warn him when your second orgasm hits you because it comes so suddenly, washing over you with the strength of a tempest, sending you reeling and creaming over the thick cock.

“aw, you came,” reiner mocks, slowing down the pace of the toy finally. he lets you catch your breath before he pulls it out of you, mesmerised with the sheen of creamy white cum that coats the base of it. “didn’t say you could come, though, did i?”

“i-i’m sorry,” you gasp over your words, feeling so fucking empty without anything in you. “sorry, i didn’t mea’ to, i--”

“it’s okay, i didn’t expect much from a dumb baby like you.” his words are thorned with faux malice, but it only sends your cunt clenching around nothing. “you liked that huh? you like when i treat you like shit?”

you giggle airily. “you’re too nice to me, daddy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “want you to hurt me, make me cry.”

if he wasn’t hard before he certainly is now. he grunts, clearing his throat, almost felled by your words. almost. “is that what you want?” he asks quietly, almost like there isn’t anyone watching, like it’s just the two of you. he’s back to sweet old reiner, concern lacing his brows together.

“mmhm,” you hum, your eyes half lidded. “wanna go stupid on your cock. wan’ you to make me squirt, daddy.”

holy fuck. since when did you get so brave on camera? he nods sturdily, picking you up and manhandling you onto all fours before shucking off his tshirt and sweats. “you get what you ask for, baby,” he mutters. “you ready?”

you push your hips out, your slit just about catching the head of his cock. you both gasp, yours trailing off into a moan as you nod desperately. “yes, ready, please please, daddy!”

the camera light burns into your retinas as you stare into it. you’re so fucking exposed, facing the camera with reiner kneeling behind you, smoothing his rough palm over your spine, his other hand trailing his cock over your dripping pussy. you know why he wants you here, right in the face of the camera; to show everyone how good you feel, how fucked out his cock gets you. and he’s completely right, because as he works his thick cockhead into your tight cunt, your face twists into one of pure ecstacy.

reiner’s cock is so fucking thick, so long and fat with heavy balls that slap lewdly against your clit. he’s pounding into you so hard and so fast that you have to ball your fists into the sheets to keep yourself from falling over, but you can’t do jack shit to stop the moans that escape past your lips. you’re loud, you’re whining, and you know you’re gonna wake up tomorrow with noise complaints but reiner feels so fucking good in you maybe it’s worth it.

“fuck, princess, gotta shut you up,” you hear him seethe through gritted teeth. he’s grabbing your elbow, pulling you up harshly into an uncomfortable arch, but he’s stuffing something between your teeth before letting you back down slowly. you taste something salty, running your tongue over the unfamiliar fabric until you realise they’re your panties, balled up and shoved into you mouth. “yeah, that’s it. taste yourself on your panties, stupid slut.” you’re barely comprehending what he’s saying, so focused on the way his cock is pounding so fucking deep into you. “you’re taking my cock so well, lovely, so fucking good.”

you moan a response you don’t even understand. your thighs are trembling, arms shaking from the pressure you’re holding up. you’re ascending, so far above your consciousness, but every sharp thrust and loud slap against the fat of your thighs sends you reeling back to reality, where your boyfriend is splitting you at the seams for the world to watch.

i’m gonna fucking cum, you think but can’t say, any sound you make muffled by the wet lace. your knees are giving out before you can stop them, and your body makes full contact with the mattress. “come on, baby,” you hear reiner say, large palms gripping the sides of your hips, dragging you up slightly. somehow this angle lets him reach so much deeper, and you’re squealing so loud, gripping the sheets until your knuckles hurt. “be a good little fleshlight for me now.”

you wail. you sob as you cum from his words, cunt creaming violently around his thick cock. he’s holding you through it, never letting up his pace. his stamina is godly, you know this from the years you’ve been together, but he hasnt cum once, and now he’s sending you towards your fourth.

“lemme get-” you hear, and you feel hime reach over you. you’re dazed out, don’t even notice how he’s grabbed the camera to switch to handheld, one hand still gripping the supple flesh of your ass. “that’s more like it. show everyone how much you’re fuckin’ cumming around my cock. look at that pussy. belongs to me, yeah?”

you’re nodding, humming yes, yes all yours, take it, take all of it but he doesn’t even need to hear it to know it. just the way you’re backing your hips against him, taking all of him and more. his free hands snaking around to your front, pressing hard against your navel. “can feel myself here,” he comments. “wanna flip you over, show everyone how deep you’re taking me.”

you do as he says, shifting quickly on to your back before he’s filling you again, camera focusing on the bulge in your tummy as he fucks in and out of you steadily. you’re so far gone, floating on water as he’s grunting, pressing down on your belly, like he’s searching for something, waiting for something to happen--

fuck. fuck. it happens before you can warn him, gushing all over his cock and the sheets. the panties have fallen out of your mouth at this point, letting your sweet moans permeate the air of the room. you’re squirting all over him, overstimulated but obedient, taking all of him as your clit throbs for mercy.

he’s saying something but you’re not catching it, something about made me all messy, and good fucking girl, gushing all over me like that. you’re cockdrunk, brain mush that you dont even flinch when he focuses the camera on you.

“look at me, baby,” he murmurs. “look at me when i cum in you.”

the camera is back down to where the two of you are connected, catching the way his hips stutter, how he twitches as he buries himself to the hilt in you, and cums. cums so, so much, thick, white saccharine seed that leaks out the sides of his cock. he stuffs you so full of himself gripping you as he comes down from his high.

his favourite part; he’s told you before, he loves seeing cum trickle out of you slowly. he pulls out, focusing the camera in front of your battered pussy, watching as thick white drips down your pussy onto the sheets you’re lying on. you whine, sobering up slightly, enough to realise how exposed you are.

his fingers push his cum back into you, coating it in the slick. “fuckin pretty,” he whispers, and you’re not sure if it’s for you to hear or the camera. “so goddamn good, this pussy.”

“you’re not fucking serious- again?”

reiner looks up at you from the couch, his phone in his hand. you dont even have to look to know what video’s playing on it. he grins at you.

“we’re so hot, you know that?”

you roll your eyes at him, whacking him hard on the shoulder. “stop jacking off to yourself, narcissist.”

“i’m not!”

you whack him again for good measure before settling down next to him to watch the scene he’s been watching again and again on repeat. but you agree; it’s the best video you’ve made, and judging by the comments and the amount of attention it got, you’re not the only ones who think so.

so maybe fucking reiner on camera’ll become a regular thing.

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tetsurousharlot · 2 years

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For my Romeo, Save Me Collab, thank you @lavenders-fandom-elixirs for help with the banner and the title and for the bondage instrument idea!

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x female!reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Iwaizumi calls reader princess and good girl, shibari, spanking, pussy slaps, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), reader and Iwaizumi call him daddy, breeding kink, no beta cause I'm tired and want to post this already, porn with plot if you squint, all characters are 18+, this is a tangled au so reader has very, very, very long hair, I think that's everything? MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT. I BLOCK MINORS 17 AND UNDER, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS.

“Just tell me where you hid it and I’ll be on my way.”

You gasp as his warm body presses against you, his breath brushing your ear. His hand moves your hair off your shoulder before tracing his fingers down your back. His arm wraps around your waist as his lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly, and your head falls back against his chest, “Hajime . . .”

He smirks against your skin before sucking harder and removing his lips from you. Turning around, you giggle before jumping up into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands gripping your thighs to support you as he walks you back towards the bed. Soft, pale pink sheets hit your back as Iwaizumi rests his body on top of you, kissing you deeply. Pressing your hands between his shoulder blades, you smile into this kiss as you remember your first meeting.

Faint shouts from outside reach your ears as you fall back on your bed, sighing deeply. Today was the same as every other day: painting. Reading. Candle making. Cooking. Baking. Hide and seek with Koutarou, your chameleon.

Another sigh falls from your lips, wondering just when will your life begin. You’re tired of being locked inside this tower, doing the same activities, seeing only your mother and Koutarou. And your mother barely visits – only once a month. You want adventure, you want companionship, you want freedom, you want love.

Lost in thought, you almost don’t hear the thud by your downstairs window. Shock and confusion racing through your veins, you sit up quickly and tiptoe out to your indoor balcony, crouching down as you see . . . a man? Swinging your hair up to the rafters, you loop it through and quietly slide down to the first floor, out of eyesight. Making your way to your kitchen, you quietly grab the frying pan on the stove and tiptoe over to him, stopping when you’re behind him as he stretches and looks around.

Raising your arms, you bring down the frying pan as hard as you can, watching as he collapses on the floor with a thud. Dropping the frying pan, a gasp falls from your mouth. You stare at his unconscious form before looking up with wide eyes at Koutarou.

“Kou, what do I do?”

The chameleon looks at you and shrugs, making an ‘I don’t know’ noise. You hit your forehead with your hand, trying to come up with an idea when your eyes fall on a chair and the lightbulb goes off. Pulling the chair into the middle of the room, you lift up the man and place him into the chair, curiously eyeing the satchel around his torso. You gently remove the satchel from around him before tying him up in your hair, waiting for him to wake up.

Little did you know that one moment and you hiding the satchel would lead you to the situation you're in now.

“Where’d you go just now, pretty girl?” Iwaizumi pulls back, snapping his fingers to get your attention when he sees the unfocused look in your eyes, “come back to me, princess.”

Shaking your head, you give him a quick kiss as you return to the moment in front of you, “sorry – what did you ask?”

“Where’d you go just now, pretty girl?” He repeats, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I was just thinking about our first meeting.”

“Oh, you mean the one where you tied me to chair with your hair and stole my satchel?”

You roll your eyes, voice taking on a teasing tone, “pretty ironic coming from a thief.” Lifting your head up, you attach your lips to his neck and grind against him, “do you really want to argue semantics right now?”

“Good point,” he cups your face between his hands, tilting your head up. “Do you trust me?”

“Probably shouldn’t but yes. I do.”

“Then can we try something different?”

You tilt your head, “like what?”

His lips graze your ear, your eyes widening as his low voice describes what he wants to try before pulling back to look at you, waiting for your answer. You nod your head and he smiles before kissing you deeply, nimble fingers making quick work of the ribbons on your bodice before sliding your dress over your head and getting you into position.

He spreads your legs to the bottom corners of your bed and grabs your freakishly strong hair, wrapping it around your ankles and securing them to the bed posts and giving it a tug, “try pulling your legs.”

You do as instructed and a smile forms on his face as they’re unable to move. He crawls up the bed, fingers running up your arms as he kisses you, placing them above your head and securing them in one hand, “now these.”

He grabs two other sections of your hair, wrapping them around your wrists and tying them tightly to your headboard, giving you a nod to test them with the same results. His fingers trail up your legs to your pussy, dancing around the edges, smirking when you whine as buck your hips.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not quite yet. Daddy’s gonna have his fun first,” he gives your cunt a harsh slap, causing pleasure to shoot through you. “Gonna be a good girl for daddy and lie still?”

You nod your head quickly, letting out a breathless gasp when he slaps your cunt again, “need you to use your words, princess.”

“Yes! I’ll be a good girl! I promise!”

Removing his shirt, he climbs up your body against, hovering just above you as he kisses you gently. His fingers dance around your folds and your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you fight to remain still.

“That’s my good princess, following instructions,” he shoves two fingers into you, curling them fast as moans fall from your lips. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re soaking already. Bet you’ve been thinking about getting stuffed full of my cock, huh?”

Your legs pull at the binds, grinding your hips against his hand, “H-Hajime! Missed your cock so much!”

He rips his fingers from you, delivering another slap to your cunt, “Keep still and Daddy will take care of you. Do you understand?”

You nod your head, whining as the empty feeling. Another slap as his olive eyes darken, “do you understand? You have to use your words, princess.”

“Yes! I understand.”

He smirks and brings his fingers back to your cunt, curling them harshly as he watches your hands grip your hair, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you fight the urge to grind against him. His thumb swipes at your clit as he adds a third then a fourth finger, ripping moan after moan from you. Your head falls back against your pillows as your high approaches, hipping moving against his hand.

A growl falls from his lips as he slows the movement of his fingers, your orgasm falling away as he pulls his fingers from you again, shoving them in your mouth, “seems like you don’t want my cock filling you up. You don’t want me to reward you with my cum, is that it?”

Another whine as you try to shake your head no, watching as he leans in close, “then prove it and suck. Lick my fingers clean, princess.”

You swirl your tongue around his fingers, running it over each digit until you’ve licked every part clean. Your juices coat your taste buds as you moan around his fingers, delight filling you when he releases a groan.

“I was gonna tease you some more,” he grunts out as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, lifting up off your bed to finish disrobing. He strokes his cock a few times, smirking when he sees you lick your lips as it fully hardens, “but I can’t wait any longer to bury myself in your pretty pussy, princess.”

“Then don’t. It’s yours, Hajime. Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he climbs up the bed, trapping you between his body and the mattress, hands cupping your cheek as he kisses you deeply. He lines his cock up with your folds, pushing in slowly until his hips are pressed flush against yours, “always taking me so well. Like you were made for me.”

You moan into the kiss, rocking your hips against his for some friction before his hand grip them, holding them still. Your moan turns into a whine as you move to grab his hair, back arching as your hair keeps them locked in place, “Hajime, please. Need you to move.”

“Well, since you told daddy what you want. . . “ He pulls his hips back until just the tip remains before thrusting back in harshly, moans falling from both of you.

Your hands grip your hair as your head falls back, Iwaizumi’s lips attaching to your breast as he sucks harshly. You roll your hips against his, breathless pants and skin slapping filling the room as your eyes roll back into your head.

“Hajime, please. Want to touch you.”

Angling his hips, he looks up through hooded eyes, untying your wrists. Your hair falls to the bed as your hands thread themselves in his hair, legs pulling at their binds. You rock your hips against his faster as your toes curl. Another whine falls from your mouth as your legs pull at the binds again, Iwaizumi growling in your ear before pulling out in frustration.

He quickly frees your legs before thrusting back in harshly, balls slapping against you with every thrust. Wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles, you press your breast against his chest as you roll your hips against his. Sitting up, he pulls you with him, sliding his knees under your ass. He brings a hand down to your cheeks, groaning and thrusting harder as you clench around him tightly.

“Fuck, princess, you’re sucking me in. Gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

Your head whirls with pleasure, every thrust driving you close to the edge as your stomach tightens, “cum inside me, daddy. Want to be full of your cum, want you to breed me.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” he angles his hips as he delivers another harsh slap before moving his hand to rub harsh circles on your clit. “Cum for me and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

You nod your head as you press your chest tightly against Iwaizumi’s, hands gripping his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock until the coil snaps and you cum, coating him in your juices. He picks up the pace, using you for his own pleasure until he cums with a roar, painting your walls white. Panting heavily, he pulls out of you, watching with a pleased look on his face as his cum starts to pool out of you.

His fingers graze your walls, pushing his cum back into you as your cunt spasms and clenches around nothing. Flopping on your bed on his back, he pulls you to him, limbs tangled together as his hand traces up and down your arm. Tilting your head up, your trace shapes on his chest.

“Hajime?”

“Hm?”

You bite your lip nervously before letting out a deep breath and saying the words that have been bubbling just underneath the surface, “these past four months have been the best of my life. You climbing into my window that day was the best thing that ever happened to me,” you let out another deep breath. “I love you, Hajime.”

Smiling brightly, he cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it, and kisses you deeply, “I love you, too, y/n. Everyday I’m thankful you stole my satchel so I could keep coming back to you. Falling in love was never part of the plan but I can’t say I’m mad it happened. You mean the world to me now.”

“Then will you tell me why you stole the crown?”

Looking up at your ceiling, he remains silent and you think for a moment he won’t answer until his chest rumbles when he speaks, “I thought it could give me a better life. . . so that, maybe one day, I could stop stealing. In a way, it did because I have you now and you made my life better. I don’t even care about keeping the stupid crown anymore. If anything, all I want now is to give it back so I can be the man you deserve.”

Your heart warms at the words, “really? You mean that?”

“Yeah, I mean it.”

Smiling brightly, you give him a quick kiss before jumping up, pulling on your dress and redoing the bodice, “I’ll be right back.”

He sits up curiously, watching as you disappear, until you come back with the satchel and bounce on your bed. You hold it out to him, watching as he takes it and opens it, pulling out the crown.

“You’re giving it back to me?”

“You said you wanted to return it so. . . “

He kisses you quickly before standing up, holding his hand out for yours. You take it and let him pull you up, satchel in one hand, as he places you in front of the mirror in the corner. He turns you to face forward, standing directly behind you as he pulls the crown from the satchel.

“I wish I could give you everything you want. Wish I could give you the finest things. But, for now, I can give you a memory and, maybe, that’ll be enough,” he places the crown on your head and watches happily as a gasp falls from your lips, happy smile forming on your face. “Perfect for fit for my princess.”

Turning to face him, you throw your arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply, “I love you. This was the best gift I could have ever gotten.”

He cups your cheek and returns the kiss, picking you up and carrying you back to bed as your legs wrap around his waist.

Ignoring the shouts and sounds of horses galloping behind him, Iwaizumi pushes his own steed faster, desperate to get to you. The last he expected when he tried to return the damn crown was getting caught, getting jailed, but he did. Took him months to escape and the first thought that crosses his mind when he gets out is just to get to you, hoping he hasn’t lost you, hoping you don’t think he abandoned you and used you, only caring about getting the crown that brought him to the best thing that ever happened to him.

Taking a sharp turn, he slows his horse and hides in a cave, vines covering the entrance, and waits for the palace guards to pass before leaving the cave, pushing the steed faster once he’s on the path to you. His heart breaks into a sprint as your tower comes into view and he pulls hard on the reigns, horse whinnying as he dismounts.

Pulling out two arrows, he scales the wall like he’s done so often before, desperate to get to you, freezing when he hears shouting. Your voice then your mother’s.

“You can’t keep me here, mother! Why would I stay when you’ve been lying to me my whole life?!”

“You foolish, insolent girl!” A harsh slap fills the air as your mother’s voice continues, “you are my most precious prize. There’s no way I’ll let you leave.”

“When Hajime returns, I’m getting out of this tower and you’ll never see me again!” Your hand slaps over your mouth, wishing you could take the words back, as you watch her eyes darken.

“And who is Hajime? Hm?” Her eyes narrow as you refuse to answer before gripping your wrist tightly in your hand, your grunts filling the air and trickling down to Iwaizumi as you struggle to free yourself. “Someone else knows about you? Well, that will never do. Y/n, my most precious gift,” her free hand runs along your hair as she says the words, “don’t resist and come quickly. I’ll move you to a new tower, a higher tower.”

Iwaizumi’s heart stops before breaking into a sprint at the words that he could lose you, especially after learning that you still believe he’ll return for you when he was sure you’d have given up on it. Climbing faster, he makes his way through the window, hoisting himself up and falling to the floor, “you’re not taking her anywhere.”

“Hajime!” Your heart soars and your eyes light up when he stands up tall and strides over to you and the woman you thought was your mother, “you came back for me!”

He smiles softly at you, “I’ll always come back for you, princess.”

“I won’t let you take her!” Your mother drops your wrist and charges at him while he’s distracted, knocking him to the floor.

The air is knocked from his lungs as he wrestles her, determined to keep you safe, determined to help you be free. Standing up, he lets her go and stands in front of you protectively, circling around the room and keeping you behind him as he moves you both towards the window.

“No one lets me do anything – I take what I want. And what I want is her, free and happy.”

She growls, anger and desperation making her sloppy as she charges again, falling out the window as Iwaizumi moves out of the way, pulling you with him. Rushing to the window and expecting to see her body, all you see is her cape floating away in the wind. Relief floods your chest as the knowledge that she’s finally gone, that you’re finally free.

Throwing your arms around Iwaizumi, you hug him tightly before pulling back, hurt swimming in your eyes, “where were you? It’s been months. I thought you left. I thought you. . . didn’t want me anymore.”

“I could never not want you. You are the reason I have a better life,” he smiles sadly at you, thumb rubbing your cheek before he claims your lips with a soft kiss. “I’m sorry I made you think I abandoned you. I got caught and jailed, trying to return the crown. As I broke out, all I could think about was getting back to you,” he looks towards the window. “Sorry about your mom.”

“It’s okay. Turns out, she was never my mom,” you answer lightly, leaning your head into his hand, as he raises a brow curiously. “It’s a long story but I think you have something else that was stolen to return to the king and queen.”

He tilts his head, confusion only becoming more present, “want to elaborate on that, princess?”

“Well, I’m glad you recognize my title,” you joke before continuing, “it’s. . . a long story but the short version is I’m a princess. And the crown you stole was mine.”

His mouth drops open in shock before he breaks into a smile, “it wanted to come home to you, huh?”

“Seems that way.”

“Crown isn’t the only one,” he says, thumb caressing the middle of your bottom lip before his arms wrap around your waist. “So do I have to deliver you to them now or can it wait a few more hours?”

You tilt your head as he looks at you with darkening olive eyes, “why? You got something planned for me?”

“Yeah, I do,” he says he picks you up and carries you upstairs, placing you on your bed before kissing you deeply. “A reunion with the princess who has my heart.”

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One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy.

wc: 3k

tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works

a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).

Moving in was a bitch.

For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning.

You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes. So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window.

It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle.

A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants.

He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more.

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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep.

“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do.

The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else.

“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--

“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment.

“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften.

But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder.

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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.

“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.”

“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?”

“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place.

It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones?

You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table.

You’d had enough.

Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.

“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly.

“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it.

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence.

“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.”

“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.

“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.”

“H-how…”

“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?”

All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know.

“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.”

“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.”

“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder.

“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice.

“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”

You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.

“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist.

As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales.

“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease.

“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock.

His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine.

“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.”

“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you’re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness.

Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance.

“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass.

“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly.

“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.

“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.”

“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long.

“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you.

When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing:

“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”

#geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #getou suguru #geto smut #getou smut #jjk smut #jujutsuhub collab

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tsumtsumsthighs · 2 years

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written for @nocturnalazura 's frying pan collab!

toge inumaki x gn!reader sfw/fluff

warnings: toge gets smacked in the face (by accident). even though this is sfw, toge is still aged up.

word count: 564

note: aaaaa i actually got this ready on time i can't believe it

You hum to yourself as you lay out all the freshly cut vegetables on the counter. Sunshine flows through the kitchen window; you can see the trees softly swaying in the breeze. You open up a cupboard under the counter, grabbing a bowl to mix in your ingredients.

The door of your apartment clicks open and promptly closes. Familiar footsteps echo on the floor until your boyfriend appears in the doorway.

“Kelp.”

You grin and look up to see Toge smiling at you. “Hello, my love!” You call out. You scoot around the open cabinet and run up to hug him. “How was your day?” you ask, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Salmon.”

You giggle, “I’m glad you had a decent day. I’m making dinner! You can go get comfy or whatever. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

Toge nods but stays just to watch you buzz around. You’re so eager to prepare him a fresh, warm meal. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He knows it can’t be easy for you, living with him. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t wonder how different your relationship would be if he could talk properly.

But here you are anyway, with a smile on your face and talking to him as if he could just as easily respond.

You skip by the open cabinet again, not bothering to close it for whatever reason. You start chatting about your day and bend down to grab a frying pan from a different cabinet.

Toge listens intently, he loves to hear your stories. He watches your facial expressions closely, seeing how caught up you get in your own tales. The way you huff when annoyed or beam when you’re happy. He notices it all.

You stand up straight again, not paying attention to anything except the story you were telling and the vegetables that belonged in the pan.

You spin on your heels, eyes on the stove ahead of you. Utterly oblivious to the cabinets you left open, you march forward at full speed. Toge can see what’s about to happen. You’re going to trip and most likely injure yourself. Unfortunately, you’re still blabbering on, unaware of your predicament.

He makes a dash to close the cabinet door, but before he can fully think it through, he yells, “Stop!”

Your body freezes instantly. Hearing Toge’s voice didn’t just freeze you in place. It startles you enough to lose your grip on the frying pan you were carelessly twirling around.

It feels like it happens in slow motion. The pan flips through the air, in a perfect arch, directly into Toge’s face. There’s a loud bang! followed by a yelp as it lands on his foot. Toge rubs his face, the sudden impact making him release you from your frozen state.

“Oh god Toge are you okay?” you frantically close the cabinet before rushing over to him. You softly caress your boyfriend’s already bruising face.

He nods, placing his hand over yours, “Salmon.”

You shake your head, “Hold on, let me grab an ice pack for your face.”

You rush over to the freezer and bring him a small blue pouch. You touch it to his face and he scrunches up his nose, annoyed by the cold.

“Don’t be a baby now, Toge. We don’t want this to get swollen.”

“Fish flakes.” He grumbles.

“Shush.”

#this was fun to write #its such a goofy idea #i hope it makes yall smile #jjk x reader #toge inumaki x reader #inumaki x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toge inumaki

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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

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A doctor’s duty - Toji x reader

Synopsys: Being forced to make decisions that don’t concern you but a loved one is never an easy task and yet that’s exactly what Toji has been asked to do...a decision concerning life and death

tags/warnings: implied Toji x reader ✅ MCD (major character death) ✅ angst ✅

A/N: this is an homage to one of my favorite series Dr. House as well as a contribution to @rintarhoes collab BUT MY FEELINGS! also this is the first time I’m writing for Toji, so I hope I did my guy justice! Please enjoy!! (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

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This morning was perfect.

Toji got up earlier than his wife and even managed to sneak out of their shared bedroom, without bothering her much-needed sleep. With silent steps, he went down to the kitchen and started preparing today’s breakfast.

“You sure you don’t need help with anything?”

The gentle voice of his beloved had caught him slightly off guard, but he smiled to himself before turning towards her.

“Yeah I’m sure, you need to take it easy and s–“

“Ok, stop right there” she interrupted and put her hand on his lips, “I’m pregnant and not in rehab for some injury, Toji. I appreciate that you’re worried about me, but you heard the doctor, right?”

“Everything’s going to be alright.” / “Everything’s going to be alright.”

Both of their eyes met and the partners couldn’t help but giggle at the way they had simultaneously quoted the woman’s gynecologist, whom they visited last week.

With a satisfied smile on his lips, the muscular man gently caressed his wife’s head and gave her forehead a gentle kiss before he shifted his concentration back to the frying pan behind him. The woman, on the other hand, grinned to herself as she watched her husband’s broad back and she unconsciously let her hand glide along the curve of her bloated belly, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

“Can you perhaps set the table?”

The man’s sudden question caught her off guard, but she was quick to regain her composure and respond with a slight amount of sass dripping from her voice: “Oh, so I’m allowed to do this much, huh?”

A silent laugh escaped him and just as he was about to answer, the sudden noise of something breaking startled him.

Panic overtook him as he saw his wife kneeling on the ground, hands wrapped around her belly, pain distorting her beautiful facial features.

He quickly turned the stove off and joined the woman on the floor, asking her what happened. Unfortunately, all she was able to stammer was how much it hurt and her husband’s gentle way of trying to distract her from the pain by caressing her head didn’t work.

Unsure of what to do with that little amount of information, Toji scooped her off the ground as carefully as he could and made a run for the nearest hospital in their neighborhood, leaving everything behind and unattended.

“Please, my wife needs help!” he screamed out the moment he kicked the front doors of the hospital open, startling both patients and staff alike. In a matter of seconds, the nurses had mobilized a small team to take care of the pregnant woman. A single nurse walked up to the man who’d frozen up at the sight of his wife being laid down on a stretcher and checked up.

“Sir, do you know in which month she is?” asked the young nurse in a silent voice. Her question earned her a fierce glare from the man as well as the information that she was nearing the end of her ninth month. After a short pause, his counterpart nodded silently and turned to her colleagues, murmuring something.

“I-Is she going to be alright?”

Without paying any attention to his question the hospital staff discussed something amongst each other in a silent voice. Acting as if he wasn’t there made Toji mad, but withholding information on his wife’s well-being pissed him off even more.

“Hey!” he screamed out as he took a hold of the young woman’s shoulder and forcefully turned her around so that she was facing him. “I asked you a damn question! Is my wife going to be alright?! What even is wrong with her?! Talk to me!”

His pleas fell on deaf ears and the nurse wasn’t making it any better by remaining silent and spitting out one order after the other to her colleagues, who soon after nodded and as ordered, took the pregnant woman to one of the many rooms in the hospital.

“Wait! Where are you taking her?!”

The despair of not getting his questions answered made his voice tremble out of both anger and sadness, but he remained persistent and continued firing one question after the other at the slightly scared nurse who repeatedly requested for him to calm himself down.

Meanwhile, your pager had gone off, the shrilling notification tone hurting your ears and prompting you to quickly take a glance at the small screen which displayed the most important info for your next case.

Pregnant woman • nearing end of ninth month • abdominal pain • X-Ray advised

You frowned and downed the last few drops of warm beverage you had in your cup before getting up and quickly walking in the direction of the lobby.

——

As soon as you’d arrived a shocking sight awaited you. A man, whom you assumed to be a relative of the woman, was screaming at one of the nurses under your tutelage. You were quick to react and get in between, placing your hands on both of their shoulders, squeezing them tightly, and gently pushing them back in order to create some distance.

“Sir, I need you to calm yourself down, this is a hospital and your behavior is disturbing and frightening other visitors as well as our staff.”

“Listen, I wouldn’t be that loud if you just told me what was wrong with my wife and where the hell you took her!”

With a sigh, you shot a glare at the nurse next to you, a mute request for her to leave the two of you alone and take care of her work. The moment she was gone you turned your attention back to the man before you whose eyes looked down at you, a small spark of hope in his eyes.

“We know good to nothing about her momentary situation, so we need to make a few examinations to be fully certain…but please rest assured, thanks to the nurse’s quick response we’ll have an answer for you ready in under an hour.”

The way you reassured him with your choice of words and firm tone managed to calm him down enough so that he stopped screaming, but it wasn't nearly enough to prevent him from freeing himself of your grip and leaving the hospital. You shook your head slightly and quickly made your way to your assigned patient, but before that, you made sure to ask the nurse from earlier to stay behind after she finished her shift.

——

Minutes passed, but for Toji it felt like hours in which he did nothing but pace around nervously, waiting for any type of news on his wife’s situation. Out of sympathy and worry for him, many nurses tried to strike up conversations with the man, one male nurse even went as far as to offer him a cup of coffee, but unfortunately for this ticking time bomb none of these pleasantries were of use. He chased them all away, shouting that they shouldn’t concern themselves with him but instead take care of his wife and their future child.

If it weren’t for your stern way of calling out to him he probably would’ve slapped the paper cup right out of the young man’s hands. When the two of you stood face to face he immediately enquired you about his woman’s condition.

“Am I right to assume that you’re the husband and the father?” you asked in a serious tone, your question shaking him up and shutting him up for a moment, which you used to your advantage and started talking: “Sir, it’d be best for us to take a seat– and no before you once again yell at me I will tell you everything under the condition that the two of us are sitting on that bench, got it?”

He bit his lip in frustration and did as told, you followed not soon after. Just having you sit down next to him and take a deep breath made him tense up, to not keep him in suspense any longer you finally began sharing your findings.

“What I am about to tell you won’t be easy to digest, but I need you to bear with me and listen closely, alright?”

He nodded firmly as a signal of understanding.

“Since your wife is close to her final weeks it wasn’t surprising for her to have abdominal pains or the feeling of going into labor, usually it’s just the body’s reaction that prepares her for the faithful day, but in your wife’s case it’s different.”

“How so? What is wrong with her?”

You glanced at him, closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and resumed: “It seems like your child is ready to see the daylight, but on the contrary, your wife…or better said, your wife’s body isn’t prepared to take that step yet.”

His eyes were peering right at you, giving you the feeling as if he could see right through your soul, and even if this wasn't the first time you had to be the bringer of bad news, it was the first one where you hesitated so much.

“I hate to break this to you, but since the patient is unconscious right now, since we had to put her to sleep to lessen her pain, her next relative will have to decide in her stead.”

You explained the procedure more thoroughly, mentioning how time-consuming it would be to call her parents, and with each passing minute which you wasted on explaining her condition, the situation for Toji’s wife got more serious.

“The decision I need you to make is one where you have to choose…between your wife’s life and your child’s.”

There was no need for you to look at the face of the man next to you to know that what you’d just said churned him up. You wanted to elaborate further, but Toji beat you to it and asked one simple question that made you freeze up.

“W-Why?…Why are you making me do this?”

You clenched your fists so hard that your nails left a crescent shape on your soft skin and all you could do was say what you always said in these scenarios.

“Because that’s a doctor’s duty.”

He cursed loudly and got up from his seat, turning his back towards you as he tried to calm himself down by biting his lip until he had drawn blood, a necessary gesture to prevent himself from lashing out at you or any other staff member or even object for that matter.

“Sir I know this is a lot to take in, but we don’t have much time. I need you to make a decision fast, please!”

“H-How can I?! Do you even know what you’re asking of me?!”

“Of course I do and that’s why I apologized beforehand, so please make a decision, we’re on the clock here. Everyone in the operating room is at the ready, all we need is yo–“

“My decision, I get it, just shut up for a moment, please!” he finally snapped at you, spared you a glance, and leaned his back on the wall, head cast down in defeat. It pained you to torture him so much, not only did he have to worry about his wife’s wellbeing for an hour, but now you just barge in and ask him to decide whose life to save as if it’s the most normal thing to do. All you wanted to do was embrace him, reassure him that everything is going to be alright, but you knew that it would be nothing but pure lip service.

“If you were in my shoes…what decision would you make?” he finally asked in an unnaturally silent voice. You were just about to tell him your opinion in all of this, but hesitated and simply shook your head before answering: “I’m sorry, but I can’t…as a doctor I have to be completely neutral, objective, and not influence my patients in any way…forgive me”

The man scoffed and simply shook his head.

“I’m giving you maximal five minutes to make a decision…if you aren’t able to then I am forced to make one based on your wife’s wellbeing”

The following five minutes felt like hours to you, crucial hours, while for Toji it seemed like only a second had passed, but as he took a glance at the clock on the wall he was made painfully aware that he had only half a minute left.

You slowly got up, your eyes finding the lonely back of the man once more as you informed him that you’d be leaving.

…

“Save the child.”

The sudden sound of his voice made you stop mid-step as you glanced back, hoping to see what kind of expression the man would have, but he had kept his position.

Not wanting to waste any more time you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself as you made your way back to the operation room.

“…it’s what she would’ve wanted”

——

With his eyes cast down the man let his fingers slide along his wife’s cheek, her usual shiny skin had lost its glow and the familiar rosy tone was slowly being replaced by a pale one. Her cheerful smile, the one he’d seen a few hours ago, was gone, and instead of it her slightly chapped and dry lips now formed a simple line, making her appear tired.

Every single thing about her transmitted the message that she was gone.

Forever.

And yet Toji couldn’t comprehend it.

What does this mean? How is she gone? How is her life already over? She was just grinning at him, lecturing him that she was still able to help out with housework, so how…?

Your eyes were once again observing the muscular back of this man and you had to say that throughout this entire endeavor, right now his backside looked the loneliest and defeated it has ever been.

Despite his broad frame, you could see how he was slightly hunched down above the lying body of his recently deceased wife, and yet despite that fact he still managed to maintain an aura of strength that made you wonder just how much willpower it took him not to break down entirely.

“Doctor.”

The careful voice of the nurse put an end to your daydreams and as you turned your attention to him, the first thing you saw was the baby wrapped in a blanket. He gave you a small nod, a proud smile, and then slowly handed you the small child.

You looked down at the small creature with a sad smile and proceeded to enter the room the father was in.

Thanks to the silent doors, he didn’t notice you enter, but as if the child in your hands had known, it gave a small sound forth, catching his attention in the process. Unlike before, his eyes were bloodshot and he barely managed to keep them open. His facial expression remained unchanged as he looked down at the neatly wrapped baby that you held onto.

The man before you turned his body ever so slightly towards you but didn’t extend his arms to take his son off your hands. To you, it seemed like he was uncertain of what to do next.

Should he accept the child his wife gave her life for? Is he even able to take care of it? Did he make the right decision?

That’s when you realized just how helpless he truly was. What he needed right now was someone to lend him a helping hand and show him his responsibilities.

With that in mind, you took a small step forward, took a careful hold of his left hand, and slowly wrapped it around the small human’s body, indirectly prompting the man to hold his child.

You observed how he gently held onto the baby since he was still unfamiliar with it all, it seemed a little awkward for him to have such a small human being placed in his big calloused hands. His eyes never left the round face of his baby boy and after a short while, you noticed how a single tear rolled down his cheek.

It didn’t take long for the other tears to follow and soon his entire face was a wet mess. His silent and pained sobs echoed throughout the cold room. The way his shoulders trembled each time he choked up, hurt your heart, and now that you were alone you intended to finally take the initiative and comfort him, but somebody else beat you to it…

In order to protect the still vulnerable child in his hands from his tears, Toji constantly wiped his face with the back of his hand, and eventually, he let his hand fall on the thick blanket of his son. That’s when he felt a featherlight touch on his pinky finger.

Both you and he watched with wide and glassy eyes as the baby wrapped its small hand around the finger of the man and very slowly opened its eyes.

That small gesture gave Toji the rest as he once again broke out in tears and loud sobs, but this time he managed to laugh a few times, whispering multiple times how thankful he was to his wife, wishing for her to watch out for both of them.

Not wanting to intrude on this special moment you intended to leave the room, but in actuality, you wanted to get out as quickly as you could so that you yourself didn’t start crying as well. Just as you had silently announced your intention to leave and had turned your heel, a big hand took a hold of your wrist.

“You can’t leave...not now, a-and not after all of this,” the man announced with a raspy voice “no...you’re going to see this through, by my side, to the end.”

Shocked by his sudden statement, you couldn’t quite wrap your head around what he was suggesting, so all you managed to stutter out was a silent why.

“Because it’s a doctor’s duty...isn’t it?”

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