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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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commissions corner • on the menu

working food service isn’t always easy, less known, managing an entire restaurant. But when the new delivery man assigned to your store starts frequenting..you feel a newfound love for your workplace. Especially when an unexpected storm traps you two together one night. Leaving you guys to get acquainted and keep each other entertained.

content warning: black!fem reader, delivery man!rengoku, fluff and banter, humor, alcohol use, office sex, thunderstorms and hurricane mentions, sexual tension b/w reader and Kyo, squirting, intense kissing, praise kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), backshots, nipple play, cumshot, back scratching

word count: 8.4K

📝: this is a commission from @tranzpurent and I cannot thank them enough for allowing and trusting me to write this piece. Thank you so much for your patience and support. I hope it was well worth the wait. I had a lot of fun writing for my love Rengoku.

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“Number 52! Order’s ready!” “Guys, check those fryers and get that shake to drive thru. Thanks!”

all commands and commentary that (y/n) found yourself spouting off only a few hours into your shift. Things that were all in a day’s work for a busy manager at a bustling fast food chain. Ensuring that not only were status quos met but the needs of both customers and employees alike done the same. Admittedly, it was both a physically and mentally taxing position but one you performed exceptionally well..so much so, that you were overseeing an entire store by yourself after only a year of getting hired. Your tenacity and strong work ethic were something not only to be admired but studied as well. Even so, the job has drained you a great deal and it was hard to keep it together. So much on your plate with seemingly little time to accomplish it. Finding yourself oftentimes overwhelmed and even contemplating quitting..

that was until he came along!

the man with a boisterous laugh and a burly chest..muscular and stocky with vibrant, reddish blonde hair. His eyes dark yet gleaming with joy at all times. And a smile that could light an entire city block if need be..his name?

“Good morning crew! How are we doing?”

Kyojuro Rengoku, the new delivery man for your store and quite frankly, the highlight to your very hectic days. Always coming in with that same bubbly, boisterous personality. It could be the most insane shift with customers coming in by the droves, being difficult and by the time he left, everyone would be in a much better mood. Laughing and in much higher spirits, and today was no different..it had been quite busy for the morning rush and you typically didn’t work today but your shift manager had fallen ill with the flu so you decided to come fill in. And you were glad that you had because the first thing he did once he made it over the corridor of the entrance with his dolly and stack of boxes; filled to the brim with buns, lettuce and all the other ingredients you went through in a day, was greet you. “And good morning to you as well, miss (Y/N). You’re not usually here on Wednesdays. What happened?” To which you’d proceed to explain away as you mixed up a drink from behind the counter. You most certainly applied the servitude leadership approach and that’s why he respected you so much. Rather than just barking orders or micromanaging, you were right beside your crew, ensuring that things remained in order. It was something about a hard working woman that he found very attractive. It wasn’t a fact that he tried to hide either. Everyone who worked there could tell that this man was feeling you heavily..but for the sake of professionalism, you’d ignore it!

“I see, well it’s always a good day when I get to see that gorgeous face so I’m not mad about it.” Chewing faintly on his gum as he smiled at you with those perfectly straight pearly whites. Retrieving his iPad from underneath his arm, he’d hold it out for you to complete the confirmation and sign over for your inventory. Instantly becoming flustered but playing it off. “Kyo, you’re too kind, my dear. Thanks for the delivery, I definitely needed this..” handing him the tablet back before playfully pinching his cheek. Which made the lovely driver flush red. It was so blatantly obvious just how smitten this man was. He truly adored seeing you when the chance arose! For now, he had to depart and finish up his other duties for the day but you were certain that you’d be running into him yet again. Little did you know just how correct you were…it was as you were watching him leave, waving goodbye did you turn and notice that your entire crew was staring and snickering. “Ooh, Miss (Y/N). Look at you.” One of your employees blurted out, causing the entire staff to burst into laughter. They thought it was so cute to see their stoic manager acting like a crushing schoolgirl. Nonetheless, you’d usher them back to work and to mind their own business!

“You all are so nosy! Since everybody’s got so much time on their hands, let’s knock out some of these cleaning tasks before the lunch rush.” Earning a collective groan from the entire crew. But they knew better than to disagree with you. That was a wrath none of them wanted to face. But as fate would have it, you guys would be crossing paths yet again in a very unexpected way…

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the rather hectic workday continued on as per usual..your store seeing record profits during the lunch and dinner rushes; all directly due in part to some new menu item that was added and your team’s efficiency. Evening had fell cast over the city, along with dark clouds and scary thunder. It was cause for concern, that was for sure..truth be told, you didn’t know if you should keep operations going for the night or call it quits early. Those were the decisions you had to make as a manager sometimes. That was the beauty of being in charge. You had already gone back home during a short break to grab some food and a change of clothing; putting on something a tad bit more casual than your uniform.

“Oh wow, did you hear that?!”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound good..”

but your mind would become all but made up for you when everyone’s phones in the vicinity began buzzing with severe weather alerts. And the store television flashed with a breaking news warning and the meteorologist casting a report on how severe the storm was and what to expect as the nighttime grew near. There were talks of possible tornadoes, flooding, lightning and all things akin to a hurricane. It was insane. Being the type of leader that you were as the lobby and drive thru both had become desolate, you’d turn to your subordinates and make the call:

“Well, you guys heard the man. I doubt anyone’s gonna be out in this weather so let’s go ahead and call it a night. I don’t want any of you being trapped here and can’t get home. Before it gets too crazy, go ahead and shut things down, get to your vehicles…if anyone needs a ride, go ahead and make arrangements now. If not, I’ll be happy to take you.”

as determined and strong willed as you could be, the one thing you never played about was your staff. They meant the world to you and in instances like these, you’d go up to bat against corporate themselves to protect and keep them safe. Never in a million years would money or profit goals come before your people. There was obviously something terribly dangerous looming in the skies and the last thing any of them needed was to be stuck behind a register or on a grill instead of home with their families, who’d probably be worried sick the entire time. Not something you’d ever want them to have to deal with. Either way, they were incredibly grateful that you’d be so generous and compassionate of your team. “Thank you, Ms. (L/N)!” “Yeah, you’re amazing.” But there was no gratitude needed. Those burgers and this store would be just fine without being open give or take a few hours. Those greedy jerks sitting up at the top brass would most certainly survive. You’d even take it out of your own pay if it became that big of an issue but even so, they didn’t hesitate to start making preparations; switching the illuminated ‘open’ sign to a dull dark and flipping the one on the door to close. They’d begin wiping down tables and breaking apart important machines to clean them properly because if it was as nasty as they claimed it would be, who knew how long operations would be ceased. It wasn’t uncommon during the peak storm season to lose three or four days of business because the streets were so flooded with ten inches of water or power was out for an entire block. In the event of that happening and because you were giving them an early release, they’d sanitize that store top to bottom, leaving you without one single complaint or issue. Giving everything one final walkthrough after about an hour of nonstop work to get things in order, you’d find them all lined up at the door like a gaggle of kids on the last day of school.

“Alright, things look good. Go ahead and get home. I’ll text the work group chat in a bit to make sure everyone’s made it.” Filling your team with warmth because they didn’t know too many managers, if any with such a kind heart and concern for her people. Most of these bosses were absolute nightmares to work for, and yet, you were always so sweet to them. Even when you were fussing or putting up the facade that you were angry. They always knew better. “What about you, miss (y/n)? Are you leaving soon? We could wait with you.” One of your most trusted employees would utter and the others followed suit. But there was no need for that. You’d be in tow right behind them. “Nah, I’m good. I gotta shoot these people a couple of emails and do some number crunching so that they don’t get all fussy in case we can’t open for a few days. I’ll be fine. I’ll be right behind you guys. Promise.” They knew you were a strong willed woman so they tried no to worry so much. But little did you or anyone else know that you wouldn’t be alone for long. As an unexpected guest would find themselves stumbling up to the doors of the fast food restaurant..

“Drive safe everyone. Have a good night.” Earning you a collective wave and thanks from your close knit work family.

once everyone had dispersed from the parking lot and left you by your lonesome, you’d do exactly as promised and retreat towards the back area of the restaurant where your office resided. A little past the kitchen area and through two double doors until you were in the solitary confines of your work space. Faint glimmers of lightning caught in your peripheral view as you passed the windows. Finally, you’d settle into your seat behind the computer screen and begin typing away. Working right through the storm and any other other distractions. You’d type away at your keyboard, drumming up some of the aforementioned emails and looking over profits for the past few days. Managers were always required to report said numbers to the higher brass just to make certain that they were meeting the status quo expected of the store. Granted, you guys always surpassed your set goal so it shouldn’t have been an issue if you needed to close down for a few days because of the weather. As you composed note after note, alternating between the screen and the papers sitting next to you, you couldn’t help but to notice that it was beginning to pick up outside. That heavy rain beating against the roof and exterior of the weathered building. It wasn’t the first nor last time you’d be sure to experience a natural disaster whilst working here. Either way, you were thankful to not be in the midst of the torrential downpour. Sitting cozy in the office as you typed away and nursed a cup of coffee. However, you’d soon realize that someone wasn’t so lucky. Someone you knew quite well….in a split second, for no reason other than mere coincidence, you’d find yourself looking up to take a peek at the security feed on the flat screen monitor next to the other one. It was then that you’d spot something..or someone rather through the rain littered lens. Initially, you began to freak out a bit, wondering if someone was attempting to rob you guys after hours. Which was incredibly dumb because their security system was top of the line. Any intruders would be dealt with accordingly. But that wasn’t the case here. Instead, you’d get up from your seat and begin trekking towards the front of the store because honestly, you’d recognize that face anywhere. The second you made it to the entrance way, you’d take the key in your hand and twist the lock open before greeting them:

“Kyojuro?! What’re you doing here?”

you were absolutely bewildered as to why your delivery driver was standing in front of your store at this time of night and in the middle of such a nasty storm nonetheless. It was far too dangerous for him to be out here. But he had a reasonable explanation for the surprise ‘visit’. But first, you’d close the door behind the both of you and try to get him some warmth. “We might have a couple towels or an old outfit back here in the back. Come on.” Immediately switching into a motherly mode, as you had done several times for your staff. It wasn’t uncommon for one of your employees to fall sick or even have an accident and to avoid them being embarrassed or having to go into a store for a change of clothes, you’d keep extra outfits, cloth, towels and first aid items in case something happened. You’d then send them home for some much needed rest. It seems like they’d come in handy today! Whisking the fiery haired, wide eyed Kyo towards the back, where you guys’ makeshift locker room resided and let him get himself cleaned up from the drenched garments he was wearing. But as fate would have it, out of this rain would come a sliver of sunshine..in the way you least expected…

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“Thank you again, miss (L/N). I really appreciate you letting me come in. And for all of this. I won’t get you in any trouble, will I?” a question you’d answer with only a snort as you walked towards him with a warm cup of coffee and another blanket. He had managed to find a decent pair of sweats and a t-shirt after rummaging through the locker that housed it all. A towel drying his soaked hair and some new, unopened socks to warm his feet. He truly couldn’t believe how well prepared you were! But even more so that you were willing to help him despite it possibly being a violation.

“Please. If they have a problem with me helping someone in need, they can have this damn job. Besides, we’re in a category three hurricane warning. We have full permission to use this as a safe haven if anyone needs it. Don’t you worry that handsome little head of yours. It’s all good.” In lieu of your hospitality, you’d also offer him some food; some salads and extra meals that would possibly have to be thrown out anyways but if you were crafty enough, you could sneak it to him. As he got settled into somewhat comfortability, you’d join him for a seat back at your desk as he sat on the couch and ask him what was going on. It was then that he’d confess the reason behind him being here so late. He’d go on to explain that he was finishing up the last of his deliveries for the evening when he got an alert for the weather. It had been raining on and off with the skies remaining dark but he didn’t think too much of it. His boss added another three drops on his route at the last minute and he wasn’t the type to decline so he went ahead despite the warning. It was at his last location that the rain would start to become insanely heavy. As he’s coming down the almost desolate highway, he hears a very rough sound and feels the turbulence. It’s then that he discovers that his back tire is almost blown out. So by nothing other than pure coincidence and his angels working overtime, he found his way into the parking lot of the fast food chain and waited for help. However, the vehicle service company said they couldn’t make it out due to the harsh conditions. Had it not been for you, he’d been stuck waiting in the rain inside of that van. Hearing that broke your heart and filled you with rage.

“Is he crazy?! Sending you on an extra delivery during this? I swear that man pisses me off sometimes. Well I’m just glad you’re safe, Kyo. Seriously. That could’ve been awful had it popped while you were driving.”

“I’m saying. I’m glad you were here..I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help. By the way, this coffee is amazing..best one I’ve ever had.” earning him a warm smile in return as you smashed away at your keys. “Thank you, glad you like it..” and the caffeinated beverage wasn’t the only thing. However, the two of you talked; engaging in idle chit chat and just making conversation. He’d keep you awake and on task as you sifted through emails and exchanged messages with your higher ups. Ensuring that you had made well over expected profits and that you were playing it by ear in terms of when your resume operations. Things were going good…“I swear, your employees don’t know how lucky they are to have a boss like you. Mine’s a nice guy, real kind but sometimes, he overestimates things and it leaves us in a jam. I’m just blessed you were here.”

but your heartfelt moment was short lived when suddenly, a loud roar of thunder and lightning cracked across the sky and the power suddenly blanked! Leaving both you and him in the dark. “Kyo?” “Right here, miss (L/N). You okay?” Shouting out, followed by the flicker of your phone light. You spotted him shortly after, hoisting the light up around the office to see if there were any breakers or generators, possibly even a candle if need be. He was sort of an all around handyman, skilled in various different trades including electrical work, mechanics and more. You were happy it was someone like him stuck with you. But you’d soon learn that not even the best of skills would help this predicament..

“Got a knife or screwdriver?” His intention was to pry the metal box attached to the wall open and try to flip the switches but to no avail..nothing. It seemed that the power had surged for the entire city and lord only knew how long that would take to remedy and with the sounds of thunder growing louder by the second, it was best that he didn’t try to play electrician and instead, wait it out. For now, the two of you were trapped and there was no way to really leave at the moment. Sure, the two of you could take your car but you wouldn’t be surprised if the streets weren’t already flooded with at least two feet of fallen water. Just then, only forty five minutes after they had departed, your staff was blowing up the group chat; chiming in to let you know that they were all safe. Of course, they wanted the same response for their lovely manager. However, you couldn’t lie to them and say that you too were in the comfort of your own home. Rather: “had some more paperwork to finish. But I’ll be heading out soon. Don’t worry, I’m not alone though.” Which would either cause much needed relief or extreme panic. But you assured them all that you were more than fine. Even with power out everywhere. They accepted the answer and just asked that you kept them posted. If need be, they’d come looking and you certainly didn’t put it past them. With Kyojuro there, you were certain there was no need to feel anything less than protected. You just knew they’d never let you hear the end of it you confessed who was by your so you’d implore them all to preserve their batteries and stop pestering you..bidding them a goodnight for now.

“They must really care about you. Sound like good kids.” and that was an understatement! “Yeah, they’re a pain in the ass sometimes but I couldn’t live without any of them. They make this job worth it, that’s for sure.” (Y/N) was like a big sister and anyone making you uncomfortable or potentially hurting you was an enemy. It wasn’t uncommon for some prick of a customer to come starting shit and one of your male subordinates stepping in to handle it. They didn’t play about you in the slightest but they certainly were not alone. It was obvious that there was a bit of a bright side to this whole situation, especially for Kyo. Being granted the alone time he’d always so desperately craved with the beautiful manager. He had been far too afraid to ask for months now. Regardless of his boisterous, bold personality, he lacked any confidence when it came to the women he liked. The first time he saw you, he was a stumbling mess. This absolute vision of beauty smiling at him from behind the counter. It was a miracle that he was holding it together right now. Even after all this time. Watching you sway in that sundress you had changed into was a problem in itself. The thoughts crossing his mind were unbecoming of his normal demeanor.

“Looks like we’re gonna be trapped here for a while, huh?”

suddenly, he’d begin to shuffle in his seat, clearing his throat as he tried not to daydream and think about what was really on his mind. “Y-yeah! I’m sure you’d rather be anywhere besides stuck here with me though.” But he couldn’t have been further from the truth. You were happy to have someone like him..you lived alone and don’t have many friends in this city so had you made it home, you would’ve been holed up in your bedroom, curled under a blanket all by yourself. Shuffling over to the locker in the corner, you’d simply chuckle and retrieve something that had been housed there for almost a year. And what better time than to break it out now?!

“It’s not so bad..especially when you have provisions.” It was then that he lit up. A bottle of 1974 Sauvignon, gifted to you by corporate after winning Manager of the Year. You had been saving it for a special occasion and soon, the two of you would be riding out this storm in more ways than one..

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“No! And he drove through it?! What the hell is his problem?”

“You tell me. I swear Uzui has done some things that could’ve gotten us killed, less known, fired. It’s a miracle I survived my route with him. And he says I’m the crazy one.”

only minutes after popping that cork out and finding some leftover cups from the drive thru, you and Kyojuro poured up two hefty glasses of the sweet wine and nursed sips between your conversation. Topics that ranged from how your daily routine here at the restaurant to how his deranged coworkers and friends have talked him into pulling dumb stunts while on the job. Needless to say, the two of you led very interesting work lives and as exciting as they may have been, you knew little of each other’s personal affairs. Which in hindsight, was no big deal. As you had never really interacted outside of here but he wanted to know more about the woman who ran this place better than any ship captain could. You told him how you moved to this area a couple years ago after college. Ended up being hired as the manager here and had been ever since. You didn’t have any kids or long term partners. Family was a couple hours away and you didn’t have a lot of friends here. For the most part, you’d just work, go home and repeat the cycle. Going to the grocery store or out for the occasional drink but that was it. “Not very interesting, I know..but I’m a homebody so I don’t mind it too much…” confessing as you took another swig of your drink. Even after hearing your rather mundane story, he was still perked up and all smiles listening to you talk. He didn’t care, he still found it interesting..still found you just as fascinating and most certainly couldn’t understand how a beautiful girl like you didn’t have anyone in your life, ready to snatch you up. “What about you? I’m sure a guy like you is always having fun. Probably got a ton of girls on your line too..” side eyeing as if you were fishing for the appropriate answer. But of course, he’d cop the plea and claim that he too didn’t socialize much. His main niche was going out and trying different restaurants but he’d mostly do it alone, as his best friend was busy with women a lot of the time. Saying that it was Uzui who was the true ladies man. He had been here his entire life and maybe only had one girlfriend and one or two hookups on his end. Kyojuro’s true problem was his confidence. He honestly didn’t believe that he was as attractive as he was. Which blew your mind because he was so handsome! Muscular, stocky build, gorgeous smile and he was so cute..

“I usually just end up getting stuck with the girl he doesn’t want and she’ll be nice but not really my type, y’know?”

“Really? Then what is your type?”

it was then that things would find themselves truly intensifying, as you asked him the one question that would surely send the twenty five year old driver into a tailspin. Flushing red all around his face, he’d begin to stumble over his words..glancing down at the floor before answering. “Well uh—the thing is..” he couldn’t find the strength to admit that you were his type. You were the only woman in this godforsaken city that he’d had eyes for. He wanted you so badly, he could taste it and if he admitted that, he had no idea how you’d respond. But if he were ever going to get his chance..now, while you two were all alone with no distractions..he’d come clean! Downing the remainder of that liquid courage, Kyojuro took a giant gulp before turning to you and uttering:

“M-my type…is you, Miss (y/n).” And at that exact moment, your eyes went wide as two half dollars..making you audibly gasp. You honestly couldn’t believe it. Your staff had been saying for months that you were the sole object of his affection but you paid them no mind. The signs were there though and you chose to ignore them. However, neither of you could run from the truth now. He was going to lay it all out and whatever the consequences were that followed, then he’d deal with it but he had to let you know exactly how he felt about you. Scooting closer, he’d place a hand on your thigh and stare you dead into your eyes. He couldn’t be scared anymore. He remembered all of the pep talks his friends gave him about showing a woman he wasn’t afraid. Regardless of how intimidated he was..he had to lay it all out. “I’ve been stuck on you since the day we first met..you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The way you run this place with so much compassion and care. You even took me in here, knowing it could get you in serious trouble. The way you treat everybody with respect. Even when you’re mad, you never degrade your staff and you’re always looking out for everyone else. You always look so gorgeous, whether it’s in that uniform or like now…you’re so perfect and I know, I don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell with a woman like you but I just know I’d treat you right if you let—

it was in the midst of his tangent that you found yourself unable to take it. Never had a man spoken about you in such a way and you couldn’t let him think for another second that he didn’t deserve you. So as he rambled on, you’d cusp Kyo’s chin and pull him towards you in a deep, searing kiss. Shoving your tongue into his mouth and all..cupping the sides of his face as you made out. Moaning against his lips and all. It wasn’t until he was practically on top of you did it come to a halt. “Miss (y/n)…”

But you were in no mood to talk. You wanted him. You wanted him to prove right then and there, just how badly he wanted you! After that, it was obvious how both of you felt. There was no need for a lot of words to be exchanged. Your body languages told it all..the tension surging through both of you had reached its boiling point and you couldn’t take it. So the two of you would lie right there on that couch together, arms cradled around his back and legs parted as they coiled his waist. Things were getting hot and heavy; the storm served as a perfect background to this moment and before long, the two of you were working each other out of your clothes. Whether this was a direct result of the liquor or just the desire that had been burning for months, you didn’t want it to stop and rather, fanned the flames! Running your hand up that chiseled back, raising the hem of that shirt, you’d press your hands to his bare skin..soaking him in. It had been quite a while since you had physical contact with someone like this. Your ex was sort of a bore so you hoped that he wouldn’t disappoint. So far, you seem not to have that problem. Smacking your lips together; sensual, slow pecks being exchanged..trails of saliva pooling from each of your mouths as your tongues danced and twirled around. When your eyes finally met, they were sated with lust. Practically pooling over and it was obvious what both of you wanted.

“You’re so gorgeous..I just can’t—I knew you were so damn fine under that uniform.”

“Kyo…”

the words spilling from your mouths along with sharp breaths. There was no question of how either of you felt..it was written all over your faces and embedded in your body language. Without so much as a second thought, you’d begin to strip each other of your clothing; your fingertips raising the hem of his borrowed t-shirt and his sliding the top of your strapless sundress down..allowing it to pool and ruffle around your tummy. Your perfectly round, supple tits spilling out and eliciting pure excitement on Kyo’s face. A living, breathing goddess right here underneath him? He couldn’t even fathom the thought of that. But as he snapped back into reality, he’d make his next move..honing in on your delectable breasts and massaging those erect nipples between his thumbs. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?…sometimes, I wondered if you’d even notice me..” confessing as he bent down to gently flick his tongue around those puffy, brown buds. Suckling at them amid his speech. He’d go on to dote on your entire being..saying how beautiful you were, how sexy that body was and what he wanted to do; running his hands along the curvature of your hips. The warmth of his breath and bodily fluids coating your areolae and little did he know it was all turning you on. “But I swear I’ll make sure you never forget when I’m done.” However, he’d soon make it his mission to find out just how much when that free hand snaked upward to the inner corner of your right thigh before parting it from your left and he’d tease around that sopping cunt. Shocked that there was no trace of any panties but pleased about it nonetheless. Whilst still tending to your ample tits, he’d start to rub on that juicy little slit. Starting from the mound until he parted those plump lips and made contact with your clit, which was sensitive to the touch.

“Sundress…no panties on…it’s like you know my weakness.”

“Well you have it now…show me you know what to do with me. We have all night.”

and with that declaration, he still wasted no time in proving himself to be a formidable lover for his longtime crush. He wanted to be certain that from this point forward, you’d think of him at every opportunity..that he’d be on your mind the way you resided on his. Dreaming of the moments you could be reunited again. He wanted you to imagine doing all those dirty things in his absence until he could bring them to fruition once more. Alas, he’d begin to shuffle downward..reluctantly detaching his lips from your breasts before placing soft kisses across the lower part of your belly. That freshly waxed mound was laden with slick, as was your slit but he had plans to get it all much wetter than that. Those few fingers that had been lying dormant there, he’d suddenly moved inside of that tight entrance, which had been spasming on nothing more than air, waiting to be filled. Now having adjusted himself flat on to the couch, legs propped on the arm, Kyojuro would begin to eat you out. Nose stuffed deep between the folds of that cunt, throbbing as he flicked his tongue around and fucked you with his fingers. The divine sweetness of your nectar had him reeling..hooked on that scent and flavor only a few minutes in. He couldn’t stop drinking it even if he tried. You’d find yourself clawing at the leather cushions before eventually tangling your fingers through his hair and bucking yourself against his tongue. Lapping up those juices as they fell and slathered his chin. Covering the corners of his mouth and setting freshly on his taste buds..he couldn’t get enough and when you began to cream on those digits, he was practically feral.

“Ahh! Fuck…Kyo..you’re gonna make me come, baby! Don’t stop, please..”

never in his life had he heard a woman utter those words so sweetly. Begging him to please you and he was happy to serve. He derived his pleasure from seeing you obtain yours..so much so, that when you neared your peak, he’d reach down and start stroking himself to the sounds of your moans. All he could drum up were muffled grunts and sloppy lapping noises but you were using him as you saw fit and he would let you ride that face until you reached bliss. “Are you going to come, sweetheart? For me?” Just then, those light hazel eyes met your gaze and he’d smirk before spitting down onto those folds and sucking your clit as if it were the sweetest piece of candy he’d ever tasted. At the moment, you could do nothing more than gasp and let out loud cries, gasping for air and grasping for stability. No man had ever eaten your pussy like this..and you were certain they would never come close!

“Then come in my mouth..don’t hold back either.”

just then, you’d feel that impending pressure that had swelled in the out of your stomach come billowing out after he pressed a hand to your stomach and pumped those fingers. “Oh God!” You’d begin to shake and tremble, flailing around on that sofa as you flooded his mouth with your squirt. Having been the first time he’d ever made a woman do that, he was excited..he couldn’t believe you’d made such a mess! “Damn! Are you okay?” he’d blurt out, only to be pulled into yet another burning kiss by you, as you were now hooked on him!

“Fuck me…”

“Don’t have to tell me twice..”

uttering the two words through breathy moans. It was obvious that you were not much in the way of waiting and he had no plans to keep you in that state. So in swift fashion, Kyo readjusted the both of you, pinning your legs back and spreading them wide open. Those thick thighs being met with the soft kneading of his palms and a string of his spit onto your folds. After that, he’d start to ease that shaft across them, sweet talking and guiding you through it. And in a matter of moments…

“Oh shit.” Collectively escaped your mouths when he slid in. The reaction hit the two of you at the same time. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever felt before; he wasn’t a virgin by any means but being with you made him feel like it was his first time. Wet, warm and so damn tight..he couldn’t take it. In fact, he’d have to place a hand to the arm of the couch behind you just to gather his bearings. In return, you’d wrap your legs around his waist and allow him to press his entire body weight against your frame. He wasn’t to be undone though..that thick length had you clawing at his arm without so much as a single thrust. You couldn’t wait for him to stretch you out.. “…are you okay? Can I start moving?” To which you’d respond with a nod and beg for him to go; as you couldn’t take him sitting still any longer. With limbs and bodies intertwined, Kyo began to buck his hips forward and fuck you the way you deserved. The way he had so long craved to do..dreaming of the two of you being together, coming home after a long day’s work. Both of you spent but somehow, he’d find the strength to run you a warm bath, give you a massage and then make passionate love to you underneath flickering candlelight. Although it wasn’t that exact situation, this was more than enough for him. Especially when he’d begin to speed up and you’d dig your nails into his back, begging for more. “You feel so good, miss (y/n). Oh God, you’re perfect. Everything about you is..” as he’d continue feeding you those deep strokes, you’d begin to cream all over his shaft, making a mess of him and the couch. But it wasn’t just the movements that had you so aroused. It was the intense stare..the way he spoke life into you; telling you how pretty you were and how amazing you felt. How blessed he was to have the opportunity to be with you….all of it was so affirming and such a turn on. It was the sensual kisses that had your tongues intertwined and pressed deep within your mouths. You had never felt so safe during sex. Despite the ironic circumstances. Clawing your nails into his back, (y/n) coiled a hand around the back of his neck and mumbled into his ear.

“Don’t stop, Kyo. Please, baby. Keep going..”

“I’ll do whatever you want, sweetheart…’is y—your dick now. All yours..”

something about hearing those words reassured you. You knew he wasn’t bluffing about his feelings. That he truly did want you. Eventually, those thrusts increased to a speed where he was hitting your exact spot; breaking through those sensitive bundles of nerves. Unable to keep your legs parted, Kyo took the liberty of pinning them backwards for himself and folding you up. “That’s it..right there! You’re hitting my fucking spot….fucking this pussy s’ good!” When you’d release that loud cry and then proceed to rub on your clit, you could feel him twitching inside of you. That’s when he’d really get into it; doubling over you with the rhythm of his hips swaying in a fluid motion. You’d press at his abs but he’d gently swipe them out of the way, really getting into it. It was insane how intense it was! He was like a man on a mission..a mission to prove he was the only one you needed. Leaving you to pose the question: “Oh my—shit! Why are you fucking me like this? Oh my God!” With that sundress pulled up around your waist, he’d shuffle it to expose the bottom half of your stomach and the bulging in the pit of it. Something about putting it in your stomach on the first try was so satisfying to him. “You take me so good, baby. You take this dick so nice, I can’t help but want to give you all of it.” Marking your forehead with a kiss as he brushed your hairline with his palm. Afraid that if he looked you in the eye, he’d bust right then and there. Instead, he’d toss his head back and keep going. Swirling his thumb over your sensitive bud until eventually, you’d find yourself profusely shaking and clawing at him. Tapping out essentially…because as he realized it, you were only mere seconds from climaxing! “Right there, right there!” Repeating the words in a rapid cadence as he pounded your pussy. “Come for me, beautiful! Let it go, let me have it, please.” And on that declaration, you’d allow your body to go limp and every bit of your juices to spray his impeccable, chiseled abs. You’d wet him up and needless to say, he wasn’t going anywhere after that display of waterworks! Making a woman squirt and at that caliber, he couldn’t believe it. Still pulsating as you spasmed on air, you wanted your turn to please him. So as your legs wobbled uncontrollably, he’d tap that cock against your folds to drum out the remainder and smack the back of your thighs to quell you. “Fuck..that was beautiful.” But you were determined to evoke the same reaction from him. Glaring at him with your lip tucked between your teeth, you’d reach to rub on him. “Something you want, miss (y/n)? What’s on your mind?” And you’d make it very obvious..

“Let me suck that dick..clean you off a little.” Revealing with your palm gently clutching his shaft..he was sensitive so you’d probably make him come with only a few gentle licks but you still wanted to return the favor for all of the pleasure he had given you. Helping you onto the floor, he’d sprawl his legs out and allow you to move in between his legs. He didn’t need to tell you what to do or guide you along. Instead, he’d stretch his arms out to the back of the couch and let you do your thing. Placing your hands onto his thighs, you’d flick your tongue up and down his tip, popping it in and out of your mouth. Soon, you’d have the entirety of his cock drenched in your saliva. Along with your pretty face; not giving a damn how sloppy you got. Kyo had, beyond the shadow of a doubt, never felt this good before in his life. The way you so delicately sucked and slurped on his shaft…looking into his eyes as you did so. Cradling his balls into your palms and gently squeezing for a little more sensation. He could barely contain himself! It certainly didn’t help matters any when you began to shake your ass while doing so..barely peeking out from underneath that hem. Fortunately, you’d help him reach his peak soon enough when you began jerking him off and engulfing his sack with your entire mouth. Alternating between the two; deep throating him one moment and massaging him the next. You could tell just by the way he twitched in the back of your throat that he was close. And if that wasn’t sufficient enough, his grunts and sharp breathing signified it all.

“Gonna come—fuck!” You didn’t say a word, only proceeding to suck him dry and before long, he had spurted all over your face and tits..coating both in the warm pearlescent cream. He couldn’t believe that he had released or had that much housed inside of him. It had been quite a while since he’d been with anyone so he really couldn’t help himself. But before he could apologize for defiling your features , he’d see a smile creep across your face. Even licking the remnants of him from your lips. “Tastes good.” And he knew from that moment on, he’d never find another woman quite like you! “Come here.” Pulling you up with a hand coiling your throat, your lips would connect for yet another kiss and deeply at that. You both still had a little left in the tank, even after going hot and heavy for a while now. But he had to see that ass in action…and he could tell that you were still hungry for more. Which may have been due in part to the alcohol in your system..wine tended to have that effect. So he’d promptly get you back onto the couch where he positioned you on all fours, putting that ass straight in the air with your back arched. Still stroking that sensitive member, Kyojuro made a wild request of you and you’d happily oblige. “Put your ass in my face, baby. Bounce it for me.” You knew he was quirky and strange sometimes but a freak too? You were going to have to keep him around. But even so, you’d allow him to bury both his tongue and face in between your backside as you clapped those cheeks against him. Releasing a loud gasp and whimper when you felt that tongue delving between your folds again and momentarily around your puckering hole. “Mmmphm! Fuck..that feels so good.” You couldn’t tell if it were the liquor or just how he got down, but either way, you were two seconds from falling in love. Giving you two heavy handed slaps on your bottom, he’d retract and instantly tug you back by the waist as he eased back in. Squelching noises arising throughout the room, soon followed by the sounds of clapping flesh. He didn’t even bother to take things slow. You were acclimated to his shape and it was obvious you were far past the point of not knowing each other's bodies. At the risk of not wanting to mess with your hair, he’d opt for your throat instead and begin to drill you from behind. Fingers clutched around that esophagus as you begged for more. “Fuck me, Kyo! Keep fucking me just like that!..” “Yeah? Like that, baby?” Both of your teeth gritted in pure ecstasy. In and out of that now sore cunt at rapid speed, you’d begin to feel him press into the pit of your stomach..leaving you completely unraveled. Tapping on the couch arm, you’d end up collapsing flat onto the sofa, where he’d resume the rest of those backshots with a hand placed into the small of your back and in a plank-like position. This man was going to be the death of you! But it would seem that he too was on his last leg and not before long, you’d hear the sound of him inhaling. He was reaching his limit as were you so you’d make the decision to come together. “Same time, okay?” “Okay!” Reaching that consensus, he’d desperately count down from three and when he reached the final number, it was as if something inside of you both just cracked…that final orgasm hitting you both like a freight train. For a moment, you couldn’t hear or see a thing. Just pure silence and blackness before coming back to. Pulling out just in the nick of time, he’d splatter your back with his last nut. Completely spent and worn out, (y/n) and Kyo fell lazily into one another’s arms and into more intimate kissing. You could stare into those eyes forever and he felt the same. The realization of what had transpired sank in and the two of you just began laughing.

“You know, you really are something else, miss (y/n)..” “I could say the same for you, Mr. Kyo.” Knowing that if anyone were to catch you right now, it might result in a bit of trouble. But as the storm raged outside and the power still hadn’t returned, it was apparent that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. So instead, you’d lie in each other's arms and try to come down from those highs. He’d gently and lovingly stroke your face, as if you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever spotted. “You know, I gotta be honest…I didn’t think you’d like me, miss (y/n). Girls like you? Way out of my league. To which you’d merely giggle and place another kiss atop his cheek. This man had no idea just how attractive he was. “You should have more faith in yourself, Kyo. Because you just so happen to be my type too, sweetheart.” Bopping the tip of his nose, which made him light up with excitement. It was safe to say that he’d be making many more stops at this old fast food joint. Whether it was work related or other, he’d be up for whatever was being served.

as long as you were on the menu.

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secretmellowblog · 6 months

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I really LOVE the symbolism of Jean Valjean giving up his National Guard uniform at the barricade.

In earlier chapters, the National Guard uniform represented Jean Valjean’s disguise as a “respectable law-abiding citizen.” It was something he wore to reassure himself he was safe whenever he was frightened of his secret coming out.

But one of Jean Valjean’s character flaws is that he’s become unhealthily obsessed with worshiping these symbols of “bourgeois social acceptance”/ “respectability.” He worships them in large part because that shallow appearance of respectability really is the only thing keeping him out of prison. His survival depends on how well he can keep up his act. His freedom depends on whether he can look and dress like a bourgeois.

Three or four times a year, Jean Valjean donned his uniform and mounted guard; he did this willingly, however; it was a correct disguise which mixed him with every one, and yet left him solitary. Jean Valjean had just attained his sixtieth birthday, the age of legal exemption; but he did not appear to be over fifty; moreover, he had no desire to escape his sergeant-major nor to quibble with Comte de Lobau; he possessed no civil status, he was concealing his name, he was concealing his identity, so he concealed his age, he concealed everything; and, as we have just said, he willingly did his duty as a national guard; the sum of his ambition lay in resembling any other man who paid his taxes. This man had for his ideal, within, the angel, without, the bourgeois.

But not only does he see the National Guard uniform as a means to an end— as something that will help him pretend to be respectable— he also, tragically, sees it as something that will make Cosette love him.

He doesn’t understand that Cosette loves him for his kindness. He seems to think she loves him for his shallow surface-level facade of a “proper gentleman.” He looks at wealthier men on horseback with even fancier uniforms and thinks that if he had uniforms like that, Cosette would love him more:

He once chanced to see a general on horseback, in full uniform, pass along the street, Comte Coutard, the commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it would be, he said to himself, if he could put on that suit which was an incontestable thing; and if Cosette could behold him thus, she would be dazzled, and when he had Cosette on his arm and passed the gates of the Tuileries, the guard would present arms to him, and that would suffice for Cosette…..

After Jean Valjean and Cosette see the chain gang, Jean Valjean is violently thrown back into trauma-filled self-loathing and terror that he’ll be “found out.” As a result, he spends the next week trying to distract Cosette by taking her out to festivals— and wears his National Guard uniform to them:

Jean Valjean donned his uniform of a national guard with the vague inward feeling of a man who is betaking himself to shelter.

The National Guard uniform is basically the symbol of Jean Valjean’s disguise as Fauchelevent. It’s the tenuous “shelter” he finds in symbols of bourgeois respectability.

So when he gives it up at the barricade, he’s finally sacrificing all of that.

The barricade rebels are in a situation that’s basically a more extreme/exaggerated version of what Jean Valjean has been living through. Anyone who has a National Guard uniform will be seen as a respectable law-abiding citizen, and be able to walk past law enforcement unharmed. Anyone who does not have that shelter of respectability will be marked as a rebel/criminal.

So when Jean Valjean gives up his coat to save someone else, it shows that he’s finally giving up that shelter. I think it’s one of our first clear signs that no matter what happens at the barricade, he will never be able to go back to being “Monsieur Fauchelevent” again.

#Les mis #les mis letters #lm 5.1.4 #Jean Valjean #unbearably sad beast :(

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The Escort - Part II | Tangerine x Fem!Reader

warnings: Smut, 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex, oral f receiving, cursing, & violence A/N I genuinely appreciate all the feedback I got for part 1! Hopefully, I did part 2 justice. Truthfully, this was my first attempt at writing smut!

Previous: The Escort - Part I

Tangerine is trying his hardest not to swerve off the highway, as he directs the speeding car to the nearest exit.

Your purse was tossed back onto the ground. Freeing both your hands to explore more of the man’s neck and chest. You’re watching every minuscule expression flit across his face at your actions.

When your nails skimmed over his nipples, his fingers twitched on the wheel. Tightening your grip on his chain necklace had his eyes widening as he eased into the hold. A few gentle kisses placed under his ear or on his flexing jaw and you could’ve sworn you heard the softest whines escape him. You’re testing the waters with every touch.

After safely pulling off the highway, he has your car parked in a desolate lot. The cars whizzing by are no more than a hundred feet away.

“You’re a right-fucking minx. Get out,” he gruffly commanded. His palm pressed down on his erection.

You obey and exit the car. Yanking the driver’s side door open. Tangerine is now gripping the wheel with white knuckles. Trying to either take a moment to recollect himself because of his boner or the fact his job is being interrupted by the said issue.

You smile to yourself in satisfaction and you open your mouth to speak again. Most likely to say something snarky about how you made this cunning assassin fold by choking him out. However, in a blink of an eye the wind was knocked out of you, and Tangerine is standing with a weapon in his hand.

“God dammit,” you gasped while rubbing at your sore throat, “enough with that fucking umbrella!”

He scratched at his bottom lip with his thumb to hide his smirk, as he stood opposite you outside of the car. Discreetly amused by this cat-and-mouse game, a competition of power, the two of you have going on. Nonetheless, he listened and set the umbrella on the floor of the car.

You feel defeated. After what you could only assume was an attempted subdual of your pursuits. You try ignoring how hard he is in his pants for a moment. Assuming that he has been playing you with how interested he really is,

“Please. I’ll do anything to not get sent back there. Really, anything.”

His expression falters and he’s now frowning at you,

“No, no, no. I don’t do shit like that. I respect women. You’re not going to bribe me to have sex with you like some sort of payment to get out of being brought back to your fucked up mafia family.”

Your stomach dropped with the shake of his head. Embarrassment washed over you with his rejection. You don't notice the way his eyes cast down your body, before taking a stride forward. He lightly grabbed your wrists and turned your body around, so you move backward towards the car.

His hips make contact with yours first. Pinning you against the closed rear door with his hands finding your neck and cheek.

“Instead,” his eyes bore into yours. Conveying the importance of his next statement.

“I’d very much prefer it if you beg me to fuck you out of your own free will.”

He hummed, ringing like a question against your ear, then pressed a kiss to it while patting your cheek. You could feel how hard he was.

Why is he playing these mind games? He has lied to your face in order to take you back home, lets you explore his body one minute, assaults you with an umbrella the next, and is now openly dry humping you against your dirty Camry.

Regardless, this handsome man is asking you for consent. You're also the naive woman who agreed to drive basically cross-country with said man only a few hours ago at a gas station. Why start questioning and trying to reason with your desires now?

“Please,” your fingers tugged at his belt loops to press him impossibly closer to you. He grinned against your jaw, and placed more kisses there. Clearly waiting for the okay before he pounced on you.

“I want-...No. I need you to fuck me. Feel how wet I am for you. I bet I’m dampening the front of your pants like this. I need you in me. I want to feel you. God. Please.”

“That’s better.”

He doesn’t have any intention of unpinning you from your car. There’s just more teasing. He’s still grinding against you. Sure, one hand slides up the front of your shirt to cup your breast through your bra. The other grabs your thigh to lift and hook it around his waist. His teeth nip at your neck and chest; creating an array of red splotched markings. But you thought you made it clear how desperate you were for him. Why the delay? Is this payback for choking him out earlier? He is officially indecipherable.

A beat passed.

“Are you seriously going to get off by pinning me to this car? You gonna dirty your fancy trousers by jizzing your pants?”

“Watch it,” He finally takes a step back. His cock is straining against his dress pants. Leaving not much up for the imagination as to how much he’s packing in the confines of his trousers. You licked your lips and felt your legs waver. Tempted to fall to your knees onto the gravely ground and take all of him into your mouth.

“You,” he points a finger. Bringing your attention back up to his eyes, “Need to learn more about patience, darling.”

Then he moved to sit back down in the driver’s seat. Leaving the door wide open.

Now you’re worried your cynicism just lost you your chance to hook up with him. Your self-deprecating mental mantra stopped when he glanced back your way,

“Y/N? Come ‘ere.”

Your legs guided you to him and sling themselves over his muscular thighs. Clambering onto his lap. Your ass hits the steering wheel and the abrupt honk of the horn makes you both jump. His hands find your hips. Giving them a firm squeeze.

“No yea, let’s alert the entire motorway we’ve pulled off over here to fuck. Maybe sit back again love, I don’t think that eighteen-wheeler passing by quite heard ya.”

With a playful smack to his chest, you then keep your hand on his defined pec for some stability. Your hips grind down against him to shut him up of any more sarcastic quips.

Tangerine’s eyes roll to the back of his head before guiding your hips down to repeat the previous motion. You slip your shirt off, but notice your bra is already unclasped. You toss it onto the floor as well.

“When did you undo my bra?”

“I cannot be skilled at my job without nimble and deft fingers,” he waggled them at you, “Although, I need to work on my kleptomania. It’s a bad habit that I’m not proud of.”

You giggled as your right hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Playing with his hair lightly. He leaned forward to suck a love bite onto your ample tit. As the purple-ish bruise blooms, he moves back with a self-satisfied smirk while looking up at you,

“y’re not gonna wring my neck now Y/N, right?”

Your hand that was trailing up his newly exposed chest, after undoing the buttons, found his chain again and pulled on it to tighten around his neck. Tangerine rocked his hips up into yours in response.

“I think I learned you'd be sorely disappointed if I didn't.”

As you kept a firm grip on the necklace, he met your lips for a kiss. The hand that wasn’t guiding your hips down to grind against his, snaked to the front of you. His pointer and middle fingers rubbed circles against your clothed clit.

You gasped against his lips. Placing a hand on his shoulder for leverage to lift your hips up, so his hand isn't squished between your bodies. His fingers slipped into your underwear. You whine as his cool rings make contact. One finger, two, then three pumping into you the best he can from this angle. His rings rubbing inside you deliciously.

Your head lolls backward as you moan out and he takes the opportunity to lean forward and attack your neck to suck kisses. Soothing the marks with his tongue afterward.

It began to feel cramped trying to move against each other from this driver’s seat. You were hunched forward. Your head almost hit the roof of the car to provide him with the ability to finger you.

“Think we should move this?”

Wordlessly, he slipped his fingers out of you, lifted you by your armpits, and tossed you into the backseat. As you were pushing yourself into a seated position, Tangerine all but dove after you. His hands skillfully slip off your panties. Adding them to the collection of random shit on the floor of your car. His warm breath so close to your core, clashing with the cool air the moment when he gets them off of you. Sending a shiver through your body.

He was shifting around as he tried to find a comfortable position for his legs. His failed attempt makes him pull away to look back at his current position with a scowl -

His hips were hovering over the floor of the car at an angle, knees bent slightly with his calves pressed tightly together on the center console between the two front seats. He took a moment to pull himself down into a kneeling position on the floor, but not without grumbling to himself.

“Jesus fuck. What kind of clown car is this?”

“You’re the one willingly bending yourself into an actual pretzel just to eat my pussy.”

He shot an annoyed look up at you with no true malice behind it. He held your gaze before spitting onto your cunt. His stare shifted down to the mess he just added to your already wet core. He sucked on his bottom lip before leaning in to lap at you.

His mustache rubbed at your sensitive clit, which had you arching off the seat to pull away but then pushed yourself closer to his mouth. His hands found your thighs to firmly keep you in place.

Your fingers wove through his hair to muse at his slicked-back curls.

Tangerine took his time eating you out. You watched the way his head lulled from side to side as he worked. His tongue flicked at your nub then concentrated on licking into your cunt. His fingers massaging your thighs as he holds them still and open. Your cries are egging him on. His eyes are closed and he’s humming against you as he eats you out. You're slowly edging closer. But you want to cum around his cock. So, you gave him a little pat on the shoulder to stop him.

When he pulled away his lips were shiny and hair disheveled. He lifted himself in a crouched position to reach over and open the back door. He skillfully clambered over you and out of the car.

“Come on then,” he hummed as he unfastened his pants. His mustache and lips were obscenely wet with your juices and his saliva. He’s watching you with his belt clinking against the rings on his quickly moving fingers.

You begin scooting closer to him but apparently, it wasn’t fast enough. Because he leaned in to grab your thighs and slide you to the edge of the seat. Your skirt rode up. Your bare legs hang outside of the car. Instinctively you wrapped them around his hips. Pulling him closer to you.

Tangerine bunched up your skirt around your stomach more and pushed his briefs and pants down enough to expose his cock. He bent further into the car to suck on your neck while his penis rubbed against you. Slicking himself up. You tilted your head to the side. Loving the feeling of his facial hair chafing your skin with his lips then soothing the spots he unintentionally irritated.

He put a hand for leverage next to your head on the seat, as he plunged into you. Tangerine let out a breathy moan.

“Oh. Fuck.”

He bottomed out with a groan. Kissing you languidly then down to suckle on your nipples. All while beginning to thrust deeply into you.

Your eyes are droopy, in the most blissed-out haze watching the way Tangerine focuses on fucking you. He's sitting up and back slightly. His hair in complete disarray. His eyes following the way he slides in and out of your pussy. He alternated his movements, from fast and shallow, to pulling all the way out and pushing in deep. He's watching the way his cock moved into you. There is so much control in the way his body moves and it clearly mesmerizes him too.

"Look at that. You're taking me so well."

You reached up to grip at his forearm. This caught his attention. He leaned closer, never stopping inside you. You caressed his cheek and your hand trailed down his neck to grasp at the gold chain again. With a low moan escaping from his bitten red lips.

“You feel so fucking good,” he all but growled out. His head tilted down again to watch himself move, which also decreased his airflow with his head at this angle. He hummed and you noticed his blue eyes hood with pleasure.

He’s close again, kissing you passionately. Grunting and groaning with every thrust against your lips. The hold he had on your hips tightened with your legs still wrapped around his. His loose belt clinked with the speed at which he was moving in you. Your back arching off the seat. Pressing your body to his, as he repeatedly hit the right angle inside you.

He's maintaining this brutal pace. You're desperately clenching and unclenching on his cock. His praises keep adding to your pleasure. But truthfully it didn't matter what he said or called you. His accent was enough of a turn on in and of itself.

His balls slap against you at every thrust and you’re almost certain you’re going to cum. You whine as Tangerine rubbed harsh circles on your swollen bud.

His hips bucking into you. Hitting that particular spot that had you seeing stars. His nimble fingers rubbed your clit and sent you tumbling over your edge. You bite your lip, trying to contain your moans that sound borderline pornographic at this point and throw your head back as you came around his cock.

After a few more thrusts, you felt him spill inside you. Tangerine letting out a guttural groan.

He waited a moment before carefully pulling out. You whimpered as the sensation of his cum running down your thighs makes you clench around nothing.

Tangerine tucked himself in his pants and helped you sit up. Adjusting your skirt, picking your shirt and panties off the floor before handing them to you.

He kissed your cheek then smoothed your hair back away from your face, "Have to make sure you're looking like new before we get you home.”

"Gee, thanks. But the hickeys on my body may give away that you tested out the merchandise before returning it.”

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You're now in the passenger seat with Tangerine starting the engine back up. Making you more of a willing participant in this journey to Nevada after getting fucked in the backseat. A strong hand gripped your thigh. Giving it a firm but reassuring squeeze.

His nice gesture became hotter, as his hand slid higher up. Tangerine ran his fingers over the drenched fabric that stuck to your folds. You watched the way he kept his eyes on the road while his jaw tensed.

He then pressed on your knee. Closing your legs together. The loss of his warm hand on your sensitive pussy had you frowning. But you silently thank him for avoiding the overstimulation.

“I suppose you can bring me home. And maybe I’ll keep running away so my family sends a hot escort out after me every time.”

Tangerine’s lips quirked up into an amused smile as he gave you a sideways once over, “looking forward to it. It’s also only Wednesday. We still have quite a bit of road to cover before we reach Lemon outside of Nevada.”

You hummed with your eyebrows furrowed,

“Wait, Lemon? What’s your code name?”

“Tangerine.”

“Oh, like the fruit?”

A beat. His hand flexed on the wheel,

“Yea like the fucking fruit.”

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katz-chow · 8 months

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Coming from puff puffs blog 🤧🤥 hope you don't mind 😝🙈🙉 ur also totally gaining a new follower..

WHAT ARE YOUR HEADCANONS ON SOAP? 🥰🥰🥰 unless you've already done this before then I am so sorry 😓

relationship with soap headcanons

warnings: sfw, fluff, some angst, relationship arguments, family trauma mentioned, religious trauma, homophobia, bad dad

a/n: my fav cod man is soap so this took my top priority!!! i think about this man a lot, 09 and reboot version. reboot is my fav though, realistically, he's who i would actually get with. here’s all the things i’ve thought about him, there’s probably more tbh… OK OK HERE :))

childhood hcs

johnny soap mactavish comes from a large family of 5 siblings, he's the second oldest. it's elsie, him, blair, callum, and olivia.

growing up in a family of mainly girls got him on that respect women juice. he would always have to make sure his younger siblings are ok and aren't you know, being bullied. his parents were adamant on 2 year age gaps between them all.

his cousin, jack, was an sas operator and that was what made him want to join. they had to call security forces to arrest him out at some point because he kept sneaking in to watch them do stuff lol

elsie left for uni with her bf to live in soho when johnny was 16, the same year he would talk to recruiters around his hometown, driving hours and then getting rejected the same day due to his age

9th grade (year 10) chemistry got him obsessed with stem and its *explosive* results. he aced chemistry and then took advanced chemistry and physics just because he loved it so much

after this, as soon as he turned 18, he went to sign his papers THEN graduated school (he's just like me fr). his mom was so worried for him, especially when her sister told her about the danger that jack would get himself into. in the end, he promised he'll always call her and his siblings

his dad's an ass, hes an alcoholic, a cheater, a *bitch*... he would always take the kids to church on sundays and twisted the religion into a reason for his behavior. claiming that johnny's mom being at home was just "their culture"

she makes a killer shepherd's pie though

always had had some sort of love-hate relationship with the catholic faith. on one hand, it was nice to know there's always at least someone watching out for him, but after hearing the constant belittlement from his father, claiming he wasn't "manly enough" for not willing to give his life up in the service, he started to resent the “all merciful”.

he ended up blaming god for all his faults, letting him take accountability. this especially happened when he got diagnosed with adhd when he was 17, his dad didn’t believe in mental health. his mom was only a bit better about it, they both refused meds for him.

he's bisexual, leans towards women though. found this out after a truth or dare game in junior year (year 12) and some beers in a closet

at one point, callum acccidently let it slip at dinner when johnny had first moved out that he had met a cute guy and their dad screamed and yelled at the whole family, especially their mom, about "raising a fucking whore of a son, dragging the family down to shite"

blair called and told johnny a few days later and johnny rushed his work as quickly as possible and begged his chain of command for a few days off to go back home to his family

his family gets loud…like really loud. there’s 7 people what do you expect?

it gets especially bad when it’s sunday morning and you gotta get 7 people awake and looking their church best for an hour and a half 😔

johnny is the quickest everything there is, which has its downsides too. he could run and swim the fastest in the family, but he was also the quickest eater…meaning he’s on dish washing duty. he’s quick at that too so by the time everyone’s finished, he’s washed all the other dishes that took to make dinner

broke his arm chasing a cat through someone’s yard (he was 14)

had a goat scream and kicked him because he wanted to give it a hug

he got a part time job at a local bakery in 10th grade (year 11). the pay wasn’t much but neither was the work really. olivia, who was 9 at the time, made him promise that he’ll get her a doll to have tea with. her tea set had 4 cups but only one of her, so she must get another one to join her! he kept his promise; he ended up getting three dolls for her

he can make amazing soda bread and brioche loafs now too, still keeps a starter from the owner of the bakery to this day

he had a mountain bicycle that he would take everywhere. had room behind his seat for packages and his backpack, which he would tie down. that thing had such a loud bell too, would ring constantly to “let people know hes coming and get ready”

was terrified of selkies for some reason, always had the window closed and made callum sleep by it while he slept by the door

wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but would get into trouble with his adventurous heart.

got lost in the woods once and after a while of fake courage, he sat down and cried until elsie found him. he was 20 yards (13 meters) away from the clearing 😭😭

laugh at that guys, mf was 15

personality & relationship hcs

johnny is such a fun lover. he’s handsome yeah, but what makes ppl flaunt over him is his humor. he’s what jessica rabbit said “he makes me laugh”

such a charismatic and charming person, gets it from his dad. he could talk about just about anything, also the type to strike up a conversation with a stranger at the grocery store. then end up with their number and a date or helping them dog sit

this isn’t always a good thing though, one time before he was medicated, he would talk on and on, his story becoming incoherent due to the amount of self-interruptions he made, that a group of guys got so annoyed at that pub, they punched him.

he was young, 19, and couldn’t fight, so he didn’t win and came back to the barracks with a nasty black eye

he likes to be the big spoon, has to hold something in order to sleep

feel like he’s the type to wrap his arms around a pillow and lay on his stomach to sleep

speaking of sleeping, he HATES sleeping with socks on. he tried it one day and he just shivered at the feel of it, woke up and his socks were missing (he found them under the bed)

i also feel like he sleeps like a log, unmoving once he finds his comfort, i also think it's because he had to sleep in the same bed as his siblings at one point and he didn't want to wake them by moving, so he got accustomed to being a still sleeper

one time he accidentally got into a fight at a bar when a guy kept being misogynistic and was arrested and kept in jail for the whole night until one of his civilian friends bailed him out

johnny's the type to race you in the rain to the car. again, he's quick so he's always ahead of you but then he slips from the rain and ends up all wet and muddy and in the car.

his favorite thing to do is hear you laugh. he'll do anything to hear you laugh.

whenever you're sad, he'll purposely stub his toe or trip down the stairs or make you kiss his "owie" (a papercut) to get you to cheer up. like yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch but seeing you sad hurts more than a silly tumble

number one date event is city exploring and hopping. like cafe hopping, pub hopping, museum hopping, restaurant hopping, anything that makes you get up and get going with time to sit and chill at the same time.

feels like he can eat a lot, he's the type to eat your food if you end up not liking it or being too full

when he gets home from missions and the initial excitement of seeing you dies down, he also dies down and nap for hours until it's the middle of the night and he gets up to eat something.

he loves naps. feels like he needs a nap time every day if it was possible

he's a very kind lover, he's easy going so its not hard that sometimes people take advantage of this and push his buttons until he can't take it anymore

causes a huge blowup because he can have a nasty temper whenever he bottles stuff up and pushes things aside

not a physical manifestation of anger, but definitely a verbal anger, will say things he doesn't really mean just to say it and realize right after the words leave his lips that he fucked up

but he'll stake out in front of the guest bedroom in which you've locked yourself in until you come out and he gets the chance to forgive you

the type to stand in the rain and hold a sign saying sorry right outside your window, a very cheesy romcom style (gaz made him watch them)

he loves you more than anything and loves you even more than you can keep up with him and laugh at his jokes, no matter how awful they are

he wants 4 kids by the way

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glitterslag · 6 months

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anthroponymy in the bear

Apologies if someone's done this already, but I've been thinking a lot about the names of the characters in The Bear, and how almost nothing in this show is accidental. It's led me to wonder whether the names chosen are also intentional and if they can tell us anything about the characters and their journeys.

Firstly, we have Michael. The name is derived from a Hebrew phrase meaning ‘who is like god’ (often posed as a question). It’s fitting in my opinion. His character certainly is a godlike presence, his influence and love felt but not seen in The Beef. As the eldest sibling, he’s presented as a leader, and Carmy and Richie worship his vision.

There’s a creation aspect with Mikey. He plays god from beyond the grave, literally breathing life into The Bear through the money he stashed in the tomato cans - we have him to thank for its establishment.

The tomatoes remind me of the bible story of the feeding of the five thousand. In this miracle, Jesus is able to feed five thousand hungry people from just a few loaves of bread and a few fish. In ep 1.08, a humble tin of tomatoes - just as much a symbol of modesty as a loaf of bread - is opened to reveal a wad of cash. From this money comes The Bear, which hopefully will go on to feed just as many hungry mouths, if not more!

Interestingly, 'michelin' is a diminutive of 'Michel', an alternate spelling of Michael. I wonder if there's a connection there? Maybe the key to The Bear earning its Michelin star will lie with Michael? A recipe of his, or a piece of advice he gave Carmy? (Sidetracking, but I just think it’s cool!)

Next, we have Carmy, who’s full name is Carmen. I’ve looked at a few sources, and there seem to be a couple of different meanings for his name. The Latin meaning comes from the word for a song or a poem. The Hebrew meaning is garden or vineyard.

‘Song or poem’ to me reflects Carmy’s creative nature, his love of cooking and drawing. ‘Vineyard’ is interesting, considering that Donna is an alcoholic, and that as far as we know, Carmy is either sober or drinks very little.

Carmen is also a gender neutral name. For me, one of the significant themes of the show is masculinity, and how different ideas of masculinity are warring with each other. To me, Mikey and to an extent Richie represent one particular masculine ideal, one that’s maybe a bit toxic. Carmy meanwhile is not painted as the stereotypical masculine guy. Richie often insults Carmy’s masculinity, jeering at his culinary training, being homophobic, making fun of his lack of experience with women.

There’s so much I could say about this dichotomy, even right down to the dishes that are associated with each character. Richie’s idea of The Beef serving ‘food of the working man’. The sandwiches - their red meat fillings. Mikey’s spaghetti, in its simplicity, its earthiness, its history as a staple food of the working class. To me, it’s a masculine, down to earth dish, very at odds with the fancier, more elegant dishes we come to associate Carmy with.

Then we have characters such as Luca and Marcus - both of whom are associated with baking. You don’t have to be a genius to know that baking is seen as a feminine art. Luca and Marcus arguably don’t fit the macho man ideal either - both of them being depicted as a lot more gentle, calm, and creative types.

Next - Sydney. It’s an Old English name, and there are a few different interpretations of it that I could find. One is ‘wide meadow’ or ‘wide water meadow’.

When Syd breezes into The Beef in ep 1, she’s literally a breath of fresh air. She’s a meadow! Her vision for what the restaurant could be, both in terms of the food served and the way the kitchen could be run (i.e. mutual respect, a smooth chain of command, no psycho bosses) is an idealistic vision, a utopia, a garden of Eden type image.

This brings me to the link with Carmy’s name:

Remember how one of the meanings of Carm’s name was garden? In my opinion, this similarity only reinforces the writer's intentions for us to see Syd and Carmy as kindred spirits. Gardens, meadows… both peaceful, calm, beautiful places. To me, it tells us they’re each other’s peace. It also tells us if they learn how to work together, they can create that ideal vision for the restaurant that they both crave.

Another interpretation of Syd’s name is that it means island or island dweller. This brings to mind the phrase ‘no man is an island’, which to me perfectly summarises her character’s central struggle. The phrase means that humans need each other. We need support, and we can’t do things alone. I think Sydney is shown as someone who can be prone to bottling things up, and maybe finds it difficult to ask for help and to be vulnerable. She’s not shown as having many family and friendship connections, and we see a lot of scenes where she’s alone - eating in restaurants, on the train, cooking at home. In that sense, she is a bit of an island, and I hope we see her become able to rely on others a little more in seasons to come (and hopefully Carmy gets his act together enough for her to trust him to be her support!).

Next up: Jimmy. Short for James, a derivative of the Hebrew Jacob, it means ‘supplanter’. A supplanter means someone who takes the place of something else, like a usurper. Now, in ep 2.06, Jimmy and Donna’s dynamic was a little suspect, and I think a lot of people would agree that we’re supposed to infer something was going on there, with Cicero figuratively and perhaps literally taking the place of Bear senior. My theory is that there was an affair, and that Jimmy is actually Mikey’s father. JAW and Abby Elliott look pretty alike I’d say, while John Bernthal has quite different features. Was this intentional? Who’s to say, but I think there’s definitely a case to be made for there being two different fathers. Equally, Mr Bear could be Mikey’s dad, while Jimmy could be Nat and Carm’s true father - he has their lighter hair and eyes, so who knows!!

In Genesis, Jacob supplants his twin brother by buying his birthright. In the show, Jimmy attempts to buy the restaurant, which of course once belonged to Carmy’s dad. Although the show doesn’t give us the full story of the pair, we gather that Jimmy and Bear Sr. were old friends who were almost more like brothers, until a feud ruined their relationship. Interesting for sure!

Next is Tina. Short for Christina, which means ‘follower of Christ’. Her last name, Marrero, is interesting. Deriving from Spanish, it means stone-breaker or hammer, reflecting her strength of character. She’s a single mother, an immigrant, and has been working in male-dominated kitchens with all these shitty, angry men for years. As far as we know, she was the only woman at The Beef pre-Syd. She dealt with Mikey and Richie’s shit for years. You’d have to be pretty fucking tough.

On the other hand, T is so warm and kind underneath it all and seems able to penetrate through the other character’s exteriors relatively easily - Richie, Carmy, Ebra, Syd. They can all be pretty grumpy, but they all have SUCH a soft spot for Tina and only Tina. She’s the stone breaker to their stony surface! 💖🥰💖🥰

Okay those are the main ones I wanted to talk about, but here’s a few more in brief:

Richie: short for Richard, which means strong or brave ruler/leader. In the final episode, we see Richie leading expo and doing a great job. He’s finally living up to his name - literally finding his purpose.

Donna: means lady in Italian. Madonna, or ‘my lady’ is another name for Mary, Jesus’ mother. The ‘mother of victory’ referenced in the prayer that Carm, Nat and Richie say before the soft open is the same Mary. Whilst Donna definitely doesn’t share many characteristics with Mary, I think the comparison is useful in showing the bear kids’ conflicting view of their mother. They of course still love her and crave her love and her blessing for the restaurant in return.

Natalie: means ‘birth of the lord’, literally, ‘Christmas’. There could be a connection here to the Fishes episode, which takes place on Christmas.

Pete: short for Peter, it means rock. When Jesus made the disciple Peter the first Pope, he said, ‘on this rock I build my church’. Pete is Nat’s rock and I think that’s beautiful!!!!!!

Ebra: short for Ebrahim, an alternate spelling of Abraham, which means 'father of many'. He’s a father figure for The Bear!

I know there are a couple I've left out from the main cast, one being Marcus, whose name means 'follower of Mars', the Roman god. I'm still figuring out whether there's a significance there - I'm sure there could be. Maybe I'll do a part two with the rest of the characters!

Anyways I just think it's neat how fitting a lot of the names are... and I really don't think a lot of them were accidental!

Pls feel free to add on and/or correct me if I got anything wrong!

#yeah i'm riddled with catholic guilt for all eternity but at least i can make the bear meta #the bear #the bear meta #sydcarmy #(tagging sydcarmy cause i know the sydcarmy army love the meta)#sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white

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salsasvault · 4 months

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because i apparently now have the writing itch thanks to the increase in free time, here's a classic book trop drabble with a sprinkle of fifty shades of grey cause i just rewatched that movie, very unorginal but i eat this trop up everytime time. might just continue this

if you have any ideas or asks, leave a request!

meet cute

ceo!ghost x reader

ceo!ghost: who met you one day when you were in a hurry.

Moving to a new city isn’t easy, and job hunting certainly isn’t either, so finally landing an interview at a respectable company was a blessing.

What wasn't ideal was being late to said interview, a chain of events led to you leaving the house merely 20 minutes before you had to be there.

Rushing to get coffee you join the line while going over the details of your resume and talking points. You put in your order, wait, and pick up. Your nose still buried in your phone you don't notice as you open the door to leave the man walking in.

Of course to add to your luck you crash chest-first into him, spilling the contents of your drink onto his white button-up and suit. With the difference in temperature and liquid staining your shirt you're pulled out of the shock and filled with a high amount of embarrassment and guilt.

"oh my god! I'm so sorry, I-" You move the cup, upright so it can stop spilling onto both you and the man you've so graciously made sticky. Simon who, very much did not expect to be covered in coffee before work, makes a noise of acknowledgment.

"I-let me pay for the dry cleaning, that suit must cost a lot and-" You pause quickly thinking of ways you can remedy the situation. "let me buy you a coffee, a coffee and pastry, they have really good Danishs." You say a little nervously, hoping he takes you up on the offer.

The man responds his voice deep with an accent uncommon to find in Chicago.

"s'alright, no need for that." he clears his throat, he can't say this hasn't happened before, but he will say it was the first time he met someone so apologetic.

"no really, let me buy you something and here" You get out your wallet, pulling out two 20s, yes you were short on money but no you were not just going to hand this man a 20 to cover what looked to be a very expensive suit. Extending a hand you open your palm, waiting for him to accept it.

"Trust me I don't need your money sweetheart " his tone is flat, unimpressed.

"maybe you don't but it would make me feel infinitely better, so take it and let me get you a coffee." You try and make your voice sound firm and commanding, but it doesn't quite come out that way.

You're stubborn, a good trait to have but he didn't need your money, he could very much buy 1000 of these suits and still never see a dent in his wallet. He was running late and needed to cut this short.

"just the coffee," he grumbled out, heading inside.

You followed suit, glancing at the time, you had 10 minutes, following through with your word you bought him the coffee, after he begrudgingly gave you his order. And as promised a cherry cheese Danish to accompany it. Glancing at your phone to peek at the time, you cut the interaction short.

"I'm really sorry again."

"s'alright watch where you're going next time." "will do." You give him a small smile, walking out and half running to your car.

#simon ghost riley x reader #salsawritesagain???#simon riley x you #ghost cod #cod mw2

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uchiwife · 1 year

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pairing : itachi uchiha x sakura haruno

[No Uchiha Massacre]

cw: hospital, arguing, mention of an injury, mention of poison. Some implied feelings(sort of) ANGST.

wc: 1,248

a/n : English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse me for any mistakes I might commit in it. ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Part2 , Part 3

“Where do you think you're going?!”

Sakura's voice snapped, glaring at another of what she called "difficult patients." The man didn't seem fazed by the medic-nin's irritation, instead, he was finishing putting on his second sandal. He had been here far too long for his taste. Four days, sure, but it was already four days too long.

“Home.”

She clenched her jaw. Hell no! He'd just had surgery a few days ago, there's no way he's leaving now.

“No.”

“What do you mean 'no'?”

“You can't leave, Itachi. I didn't give you permission to do so. You're coming out of a pretty heavy operation. You need to rest.”

Itachi narrowed his eyes, a wave of displeasure washing over him.

“I'm fine. And I have some business that can't wait.”

“If you mean missions, I've cancelled them.”

“You what?”

If he was displeased at first, now he was downright annoyed. He didn't understand the point of occupying a bed he no longer needed. He was feeling better, so as far as he's concerned, he could leave.

“You heard me.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Don't give me that look.”

Itachi closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

“Sakura, you had no right to do that. It's not your decision to make. I appreciate your concern, but it is not necessary. It's up to me to say whether or not I can handle a mission.”

“Like hell I can't! I'm the one who had to fix the damage done to your body, so I assure you that I'm in a very good position to make that kind of decision. Besides, Shishou agrees with me.”

“You have already discussed this with Hokage-sama?”

She shrugged as Itachi took a step forward, heading for the door. Too bad for him, Sakura blocked his way.

“What do you think you're doing!?”

“I'll go talk to the Hokage. Now step aside.”

“She won't agree with you on this, Itachi. She trusts my judgment and if I tell her you need to be taken off the mission roster, you will be.”

“What right do you have—”

She cut him off ;

“In my capacity as a doctor. I outrank you in the chain of command when we are within these walls. Deal with it.”

Sakura probably had a secret death wish, how else could she explain addressing one of the most feared ninjas in the village like that? Fuck, feared even in several nations! But she couldn't let him leave the hospital. He had almost not made it. Of course, she had managed to save him, but, the amount of poison found in his chakra system was nothing to sneeze at. She could see that he was irritated. She knew him well by now and normally she wouldn't have been so insolent with him, but, as she had said, she was the boss in this hospital. En plus, his father would be sure to ostracize her if anything happened to his precious and talented older son.

“This is ridiculous.”

Stubborn as he is, Itachi wasn't going to let it happen. That's why he was determined to go and discuss it with the Hokage. He respected orders, Itachi submitted to Tsunade Senju's authority because it was his duty as a Loyal Shinobi of Konoha, but that wasn't going to stop him from using his persuasive skills on the woman. He had done it before, and he's still alive to talk about it, isn't he? He had dodged the cup of Sake she had once thrown at him, he could very well do the same with her stapler. His decision made, Itachi headed for the door once again.

“Ita—”

“For God's sake, stop it! You are really annoying me.”

The words had come out of his mouth without him realizing it. He was exasperated and the days spent in that hospital bed plus the rest were getting on his nerves.

Sakura gasped, forgetting even what she was going to say, caught off guard by his outburst. A long silence ensued.

Those words again...

Always these words.

It stung.

It hurt. A lot.

She felt the familiar sting of tears at the corners of her eyes. An ironic smile tugged at her lips. Apparently, it ran in the family. She remembered all those times when she was younger, Sasuke had said those same words to her. It had always hurt her a little, but this was worse. Because Itachi was not unaware of how Sakura had been treated by his little brother. He even intervened once. Of course, as Sasuke had grown up, he had eventually apologized, in his own weird way, sure, but he had apologized. She had forgiven him. Because that's what she does : She forgives. She had her heart on her sleeve.

It doesn't mean that she forgets, but she cares about Sasuke and that time was already long gone. She knew why Sasuke had been so hard on her, he had explained the reasons, the pressure he felt to live up to his father's expectations, the pressure he put on himself to be as good as his brother. He had simply vented his frustration where he could. It wasn't fair, but she was the one who took the brunt of it. And she understood, really. But Itachi, what was his excuse? She’d talked to him about it. They had talked about it in private. She had told him about that part of her life, as silly as it might seem to others to feel hurt by mere words, but he had understood. He had even apologized for his brother's attitude and assured her that she was far from annoying or weak.

She thought he, more than anyone else, understood the weight of those particular words. Apparently, they were just empty words. She should have known better. Never trust what a man says when he's lost in pleasure and between your legs. Serves her right.

Foolish little girl.

The silence stretched, but Sakura refused to show even a hint of weakness. She would not cry. She took a breath and grabbed the clipboard on the small table and scribbled down some instructions and a prescription and then signed the discharge form, which stated that he was being discharged against medical advice. She then handed him the paper with a blank look.

“As you wish then, Uchiha-san.”

Itachi's eyes widened slightly, surprised to hear his last name, by the change in her demeanor. And he knew. He just knew. He had fucked up.

"Sakur-" he tried to reach out to her, but she shied away, cutting him off with that cold, professional tone. So impersonal compared to earlier.

“Please, leave. I still have patients to attend to. I wish you a speedy recovery.”

He sighed. He knew better than to insist. This was not the right time. He took his discharge and walked to the door. He paused, his hand on the doorknob.

“I'll see you later.” He said softly and it almost sounded like a question.

The only thing Itachi could see was her back. There was no indication that she had heard him, and if she had, she didn't acknowledge him.

When the door finally shut and she no longer felt the ANBU captain's chakra nearby, she let a choked sob echo through the empty room.

Maybe it was true what they say: words hurt more than blows. And the Uchihas really knew how to hurt her.

#itasaku #uchiha itachi x haruno sakura #itachi x sakura #sakura haruno #uchiha itachi #non uchiha massacre #naruto au #naruto #itachi uchiha #haruno sakura #sakura centric #itachi angst #naruto angst

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luimagines · 7 months

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An imagine where reader is warrior's second in command who also used to be his childhood friend.

These 2 basically grew up together and went to school together. They had a lot in common and both wanted to become knights. Warriors more so out of his own volition and the reader because of the honor it would give to her family.

Reader, because of her family history shot through knight school and through the ranks easily and quickly became a commander of a squadron. Meanwhile warriors had to go through knight school a little longer, but because of reader he was determined to keep up with her.

Of course he gets found out to be the hero of courage of that Era and immediately shot up to be first in command while having reader as his right hand man. Reader didn't mind, as what's a greater honor one could get than being the right hand of the hero of courage. Of course there was friendly bickering about it though, but it was mostly mutual respect.

During the war that respect turned into something more, especially when they had to share a tent one night to save space. It was very intimate and they both realized their feelings for the other at that moment. But, there was a war to be fought and then there came the obligation for the hero of courage to marry the reincarnation of hylia at the time and both kinda gave up. Reader for the fact that warriors had accepted the proposal so readily and warriors, because he had a duty.

This went on till warriors had to go on the quest with the chain where he found out through the chain that it really doesn't have to be zelda. It could be reader too! Though he struggled a bit to allow himself to indulge in these thoughts.

When the chain arrived in his hyrule he of course introduced them to his zelda, but after that he brought him to squadron and of course reader. The squadron were happy to see him as reader has not let them off easy. Reader was also happy to see him, almost relieved that almost looked like adoration, but she quickly schooled that away.

They had a feast with the squadron and pulled reader to sit with the chain and warriors. There the chain quickly figured out the situation and made it either their mission to get them together before the next portal appears or tease the hell out of him for the situation he is in or just the fact that he's in love.

Warrior!!! Just admit that you don't want to marry Zelda and then you can be with the person you want!!!! DX

Warrior going to be teased first because Link is an obligatory gremlin, but then, because they are gremlins, the boys will make it their mission to meddle and poke their noses in everybody's and scheme.

Shenanigans ensue.

Happy ending. Naturally.

#pinky replies #lu warrior #childhood friend! reader

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shochansstuff · 1 year

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✰ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ✰

Inazuma Version part1. •Mondstadt Version •Liyue Version

->Summary: Inazuma boys being jealous<3

->Characters: Gorou jealous of Kazuha / Kazuha jealous of Heizou/ Heizou Jealous of Thoma / Thoma is jealous of Ayato.

->Warnings: One mention of blood, a little suggestive, no nswf, and slightly possessive behavior<3

->Reader: Gender Neutral 😐

->Author's notes: SORRY I DISAPPEARED I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY LATELY, so here it is the first part of the Inazuma version, I'll post soon enough the second part of this <3 Enjoy🫶

1. Gorou is jealous of Kazuha.

The great general of Watatsumi Island's forces. He has gained respect and prestige, but always shows himself to be a humble leader.

He is deeply trusted by his subordinates and is someone with whom you can share your feelings without shame.

Gorou, like all of Watatsumi Island's inhabitants, is a loyal supporter of Sangonomiya Kokomi. Kokomi trusts him to lead the Watatsumi Army as its primary general, being sincere, determined and courageous. He has a strong sense of camaraderie and gets along well with all of the soldiers under his command, who in turn share the same sentiment and speak to him if any issues arise, including new recruits.

This is what you like about Gorou. His determination and loyalty. From the moment you joined the army, you quickly established a bond with the young general. But soon this understanding of yours became bigger and bigger. Even Her Excellency, Sangonomia Kokomi, realized that between the two of you there was not the usual and classic relationship between superior and subordinate.

No. He shared with you his choices, and asked you for advice on how to move troops by treating you as an equal. Also on the front line during the fights. Always have your backs and make sure to protect one another. You trained together, and you gave him tips on how to use the sword, while he helps you get used to the bow. You were meant for each other, but there was nothing official between you despite your behavior behind the scenes being the same of a married couple.

The battle for a showdown with the Shogun's army was near, so Kokomi asked whoever had the possibility to join the army momentarily to help the rebellion, and the task of welcoming those who would make such a decision was entrusted to you and Gorou.

When you arrive at the meeting place, you started to feel a little anxious. After all, you were about to welcome your new allies. Gorou is a very knowledgeable guy in this kind of thing, but you were... still inexpert. You breathed deeply. You could have done it. Soon, some soldiers arrived, escorting two individuals.

A woman. She has long, waist-length dark brown hair. The top of her hair is tied up with an intricate gold hairpin with a pale blue tassel hanging from one end. Her fringe parts around her right eye, slightly covering her left. Her right eye is a deep ruby-colored hue melting into gold. Her left eye is covered by an eyepatch.

And, by her side there was a young man with choppy, medium length hair, some of it tied in an off centered ponytail to his right. It is a platinum blonde color, apart from a single red streak on his right. He has red eyes with a yellow hue at the bottom. He has a gentle facial expression, rather calming.

"We thank you for offering to help us. The entire army and Her Excellency herself are grateful to you." Gorou said. "It's nice to see you again, Beidou and Kazuha." He... he already knew them?

Your eyes moved from Gorou's face to the young man's He was already looking at you. Your gazes chained, as if they didn't want to leave. You lost yourself for a moment in the crimson color of the irises of the boy named Kazuha.

He smiled softly at you, as you break the eye contact with him, nervously looking away. He whisper a soft chuckle, as Gorou invites them to follow him.

You reached quickly Gorou's side, as you walked with him. While walking to towards the camp, you kept giving small gazes at the samurai, who indeed was doing the same. But the General Gorou isn't blind. He noticed.

And he was...bothered...?!

Once reached the camp, you stopped in front of the gate. "Here we are. You will both stay here until Her Excellency will sort you into the various groups." Gorou said. You looked straight into Kazuha's eyes, as you offered to accompany him to his tent, and showing him the rest of the camp. But Gorou wasn't willing to let you spend time ALONE with kazuha, so he made an excuse, telling you that was the work of the soldiers of that camp.

You slowly nodded, as you walked away with Gorou.

He doesn't know why that was bothering him so much, you and kazuha were just looking at each other...

Somehow he was feeling strange about it...

The next day, early in the morning, you headed back to the camp, where Kazuha and that hot pirate-captain woman were staying. You wanted to train a little, and the train-camp there was your favorite, perfect for the sword users.

You prepared yourself, and soon started training, as you usually do in the morning alone. Using your vision, you managed to simulate an elemental attack you were working on. You smiled satisfied, but out of nowhere a gentle applause came from behind you. You turned your head, and to your surprise, you found the young samurai standing there, looking softly at you.

"That attack was rather amazing, a really good job to say the least." He said, smiling gently. You smiled back at him, telling him that you have been working on that attack for a long time. He told you that he is a sword user too, and offered you to train together.

You accept his offer as you both started sparring with each other.

You were strong, but he was stronger. His sword skills were far beyond yours. He was incredibly good with the sword. In fact, he defeated you.

"You are incredible, kazuha..." You say as you stand up from the ground.

"Thank you for your compliment, you flatter me. You are really good too, but you can improve. Let me give you some advices" He said gently.

You nodded, as you look at him getting closer to you.

"before, when you tried to disarm me, you acted very quickly, and you would have even succeeded if it wasn't for your position. It was slightly wrong. Do you mind trying to do that again? So I can correct you.."

You nodded, as you set yourself in the same position as before.

"There. You are really fast and agile, but you moviments are limited by the position of your hips." He leaned closer.

"Is it ok for me to touch your waist?" He asked. Those words made you cheeks heat up, as you nod slowly.

He just smiled, getting behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips, correcting you position.

"There, and your back, it has to be straight..." He said, pressings your back against his chest.

It happens that the General Gorou was looking for you, and he knew that he would find you at the train-camp. Wagging his tail while walking, smiling at himself at the thought of seeing you, he reached the train-camp, but his happy expression vanished as he saw you that close to the samurai.

Kazuha with his hands on your hip, having you pressed against his chest... Gorou felt, strange.

It bothered him that you were so close to someone else who wasn't him... Only he could have you so close, only he could touch you like that... Only him.

Was he...jealous?

He was a step closer to go there and separate you, and take you away from Kazuha, but that was pointless, the two of you weren't in an official relationship, but it was time for Gorou to show everyone that you belong to him.

He walked away, waiting to get you all alone.

He waited patiently in his tent, taking care of some paperwork, knowing that you will come to him, sooner or later.

He is a general after all, he predict the moves of the enemy army every day. Predicting yours were a piece of cake.

And so you did.

In the afternoon, you started to look out for Gorou. So you headed to his tent, finding him sit at his desk filling some documents.

"Gorou i haven't seen you the whole day! You have been here the whole time?" You said. But Gorou was silent. So you got closer to him. "This morning I trained with Kazuha! He is incredibly skilled with his sword! He gave me some advices... I think I'm going to improve a lot thanks to him! He is truly amazing--- mmh?!"

Gorou grabbed you by your hips, pulling you on his lap, shutting you up placing his lips on yours. He was tired. Tired to wait. Tired to not have you all to himself.

Forcing his tounge inside you mouth, he explored every inch of your mouth, swirling his tounge around yours, making you squirm.

You pulled away from him, looking in his eyes, your heart started racing. "G-Gorou? W-what was that for?!" You asked, as your cheeks were getting redder and redder.

He stayed silent, leaning closer to your neck, as he whispered in your ear. "You belong to me. And only me." He said as he started kissing your neck, keeping you in place with his hands on your waist. You let out a small moan, as he start sucking the soft skin of your neck, leaving hickeys all over your collarbone.

You are his, he wants everyone to understand it. Especially Kazuha.

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2. Kazuha is jealous of Heizou.

Kazuha is a wanderer. And you are well aware of the fact that he isn't home often. You can't stop him to continue his journey and you won't.

You love him a lot, so you support him in every way possible, but sometimes, when he is away, you can't help but feel a little lonely. He was your everything, and when everything is away from you, you have nothing.

Sure you had a lot of friends in Inazuma, but even tho you hang out with them you can't help but think about Kazuha. And not all of them manage to notice how much missing Kazuha upsets you. But one of them, maybe the smartest one, was able to get how lonely you were feeling, keeping you distracted every way possible.

That friend of yours, is Shikanoin Heizou. He is one of your closest friends, you know each other like the back of your hand, plus Heizou is an incredible observer, in fact it didn't take him long to realize you were down in the dumps.

He always had a little crush on you, taking the chance that kazuha was away, he decided that he would make you realize that he is much better than your boyfriend. And this was the right time.

He had to play his cards right, after all you were in love with kazuha, he knew it would be difficult, but he was convinced that he would succeed somehow, so one day, he invited you to train with him. He knows that you used to do that a lot with Kazuha, but he thought that this would be the easiest way to get closer to you.

"Hey there y/n! I'm glad to see that you came!" Heizou said, as you approached him. "Hey Heizou! Of course I came! It's always better training with someone than doing it alone.." You answer him, placing your stuff next to Heizou's.

"So what are we going to do today for our train?" You say curiously, looking at Heizou gathering his hair into a low ponytail. "Today we will be practicing the hand-to-hand combat." He says cracking his fingers.

"It's not fair! It's your style of combat! You will surely beat me up!" You say, crossing your arms. Glaring at him. "Don't give me that look, I'll be gentle~" He says winking at you.

"Enough chit-chats, let's get started, I want to see what you are capable of!" He say, positioning himself with open arms and a smug smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, as you both started fighting against each other, but soon it got kind of intense.

"not bad Y/n~" Heizou said with a mischievous grin. You just shake your head smiling while dodging his attempts at surprising you.

You didn't notice, but the persone that have been on your mind until today was watching you from afar behind some bushes. He arrived a few minutes ago, and as soon as se landed in Inazuma he searched for you, his lovely partner. He missed you so much and he wanted to hold you in his arms as soon as possible.

But instead he found you fighting with Heizou. He was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and having fun with Heizou but for some reason he felt some kind of... jealous.

It's not like he wanted to find you in tears because you were missing him too much, but he wanted it. He wanted to be the only one in your mind.

Seeing Heizou getting so close to you at times, sometimes even grabbing your waist to confuse you, and teasing you so shamelessly made Kazuha feeling all types of anger and jealousy.

He knew he was irrational, he trusted you a lot. But you weren't the problem, but Heizou and his shamelessly attitude.

Every pickup lines Heizou throw at you with sly smirks on his face, every time Heizou was getting closer to you the he should... those things were making your boyfriend feeling and odd feeling in his chest.

"Hey what are you-" You said as Heizou made you fall onto the ground using a little his vision and before you can get up he pins you down with his arm.

"I won!" He said, looking down at you. Ow you were looking so cute with you hands pinned above your head under him. What a lovely sight. Less lovely for your boyfriend, who was struggling to keep calm.

"You cheated Heizou! It's not fair!" You said struggling to free your self from his grip. "No pain no gain, sweetheart~" Heizou said grinning at you.

Enough.

A sudden strong wind current pushed Heizou away from you and another one pulled you towards the bushes where kazuha was hiding. You nearly fell but Kazuha quickly caught you and held you up bridal-newly wed style.

Your eyes opened wide at the sight of him "Kazu!! You are back!? finally you are ba--" You shutted yourself up, as you looked at his facial expression, how he was holding you now, and the fact that he pushed you toward him using a strong wind current.

He's only gotten like this once before, it was when you bumped into your ex in Liyue. He was so scary, as he is right now.

Kazuha stayed silent and walked away. He kept walking despite your complaints and questions until you reached your shared house.

"Kazu? What about Heizou?!" You said, looking at deep in his crismon eyes. He set you down and sighed, looking away from you. “kazuha. what’s wrong?” you asked, hoping for an answer this time.

“i…i hated seeing Heizou acting like that...So shamelessy flirting with you... ” he replied. "I missed you so much dove, and once I came back and I search for you, i find you fighting with Heizou..." He stopped talking and looked straight into your beautiful eyes "...the way you were fighting…reminded me of how I fell for you.”

You wanted to say something but then he knelt down and held your hands. “I know I'm not the perfect boyfriend, I know I'm often far from home, but I don’t want…anyone to fall for you the same way I did. I want you to be only mine.”

Your face was way too red right now, and you were in too much shock to say anything. You couldn’t even look at him in the eye with how flustered you were.

Kazuha slowly lifted you your chin, and made you face him. He smiled at you and placed his hand on your cheek, probably attempting to calm you down. It just made you more flustered, but he loved it either way.

He moved closer and moved his hands down to your waist. “come on, love. look at me.” he whispered. You looked up at him and he was maybe an inch away from your lips.

“k…kazuha, you know that i love you, right?” you muttered. He chuckles, “i know. but i want to be the only one, alright?” he said.

You suddenly kissed him, he was a little shocked but quickly kissed back. Pulling you closer as his grip gets tighter. As your lips interwine with each other, his tounge slides into your mouth swirling around yours. Your hands run through his hair, as a soft noise escape his lips.

“I love you.” he said, pulling away. “You are the most perfect being that walks Teyvat in my eyes, And even tho I know I'm not the only one thinking it, You aren't an object love... but I want to make everyone know that you belong to me." You smiled, a red shade filling your cheeks once again.

You always knew he was a charmer, but this was a whole new level. Maybe you should get him jealous more often.

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3. Heizou is jealous of Thoma

Secret relationships are tough. It's not as romantic as books may make it looks like. The so loved 'Strangers in public, lovers in private' it's not that exiting. Is tiring.

But you had no choice, and we all know how love can make people crazy. You never wished to end up like this, but your situation required it.

I'm talking about your secret relationships with the sharp detective of the Tenryou Communsion. The popular Shikanoin Heizou.

You fell in love with him at the first sight and it was the same for him. You were so perfect in his eyes. Archons, only they know how much this man loves you. And you him a lot too.

But there were... some issues.

Which ones?

Oh well. One of them is The visions hunt decree. And the fact that you are a Kamisato, Ayaka's and Ayato's cousin and he a detective from the Tenryou Comminsion. Everybody knows that between the Kamisato clan and then Tenryou Comminsion there is no good blood.

The problems here are as clear as day.

A Kamisato can't be seen around with someone from the Tenryou Comminsion, so you and heizou are obliged to meet up in hidden spots, where the eyes of the crowds couldn't see you.

You were happy to be able to meet up with your lover at least once a week, but lately things have become difficult. Someone began to become suspicious of your distant behaviors. That person was your dear friend Thoma.

He noticed how you disappeared and how, out of nowhere, you show up again. So he started to stay more in your company. You didn't mind of course,Thoma was a really nice person to have around, but at first you though he was standing by your side so often just to keep an eye on you, but soon he started acting strange.

You didn't want to tell Heizou yet, it wasn't anything bad, 'he's just being friendly', you thought. Heizou didn't need to know about this, after all, he wasn't the jealous type, right? Or at least, that's what you thought.

It was a normal day in tye middle of autumn, and you needed to go to Inazuma city, the purpose was to take care of some commission, and gathering informations about the vision Hunt Decree. And of course Thoma offered to accompany you. You agreed, besides what could possibly go wrong?

Actually... a lot

You were walking through the main streets of Inazuma city, side to side with Thoma; He was a very friendly person, so you were quite enjoying you time with him. Everything was going well, but Thoma's behavior changed.

He started standing closer to you, searching for your touch, sliding his arm around your shoulder, praising you more, calling you with sweet nicknames here and there and stuff like that.

Sure you were trying your best to keep your distance from him, but your heart skipped a bit when, in the street, you passed by Heizou.

His piercing eyes were focused on you, you made eye contact with him, and you felt your body on fire. This was the hard part of having a secret relationships, lovers in private was certainly amazing, but strangers in public.. that wasn't a problem, until now. Heizou's eyes were burning with jealousy as he followed your figure with his gaze.

Seeing Thoma getting to act like that with you in public, and not being able to go there and telling him to back the fucking off and show everyone that you are his.. Oh Archons, that was driving him crazy.

Soon a great idea came to his mind and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. You shivered, noticing that expression of his, you knew that one. Maybe to well. He had something in mind, and judging by the grin on his face...

You looked up at the sky, praying the Mighty Electro Archon for him to not do anything stupid, but what Heizou had in mind was far beyond stupid, perhaps even worse.

You spent the rest of the day with Thoma, that was obviously flirting with you, untile came the time to go back to the Kamisato Estate.

Once home, you politely thanked Thoma for keeping you company during the day and the immediately went to your room. You opened the door.

"Welcome back, sweetheart ~" You shouted the door behind you, with eyes wide open. "H-heizou..?!" There he was, laying comfortably on your bed with his arms crossed behind his head.

"Mm? What's that expression? Aren't you happy to see your lovely boyfriend~?" He said, sitting up on the edge of you bed, with a smug smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here?! Are you insane?!" You say, crossing your arms on your chest, glaring at him. "Insanely in love with you, sweetie~" He answered, as he stood up stretching his arms. "Your bed is really comfortable, I should come over more often.." He says.

You felt you cheeks going red. "Heizou don't avoid my question. Why are you here." You said. Heizou just laughed at you "Aw you are so red right now. So cute.." He started approaching you. "Answer me." You say, but he just grinned again, stopping a few inches away from you. "Why I don't show you instead?"

He grabbed you by your waist, pulling your body against his. Your faces are now a few inches away. You already closed your eyes hoping for a kiss, but it wasn't coming. Instead you heard Heizou's sweet laugh. "You want me to kiss you don't ya? Adorable... But I don't know. Lately you spend a lot of time with your new friend instead of me. What's his name now? Thoma?" You glared at him. "If you want me to kiss those delicious lips of yours, you'll have to tell me how much you want me to do so."

Your jaw dropped hearing those words. Was he really going to act like that with you? But your desire was much more bigger than your pride. "I want you to kiss me so badly, please..." He smirked at you, satisfied. "Badly you say? Mm let me ndulge you then~" He kissed you, sliding him tounge in your mouth, exploring every inch of it as if he never did so already. You moaned in his mouth, closing your eyes, surrending to the pleasant feeling.

Soon you felt Heizou pulling away just for roughly pinning you against the wall. The impact made a loud noise. "H-heizou! W-what if someone caught us?" He grinned. "If that means to let your new friend, and all the Kamisato Estate know that you are mine, then let it be." You looked at him, smirking. "Mm? Are you jealous Heizou?" Heizou stared deep into your eyes, before kissing you again, interwining his lips with yours, tasting them like the sweetest snack on Teyvat.

Suddenly the door opened. "Y/n..! Are you ok?! I heard a loud noise and I was worried about you-- H-huh?!" Thoma's face became red at the sight of Heizou, pinning you against the wall with his knee between your legs and your hands above your head, kissing you so hungrily and roughly.

You both stopped. Heizou just turned his head to properly look at Thoma. They just looked at each other, you didn't even talk, you were too busy at trying to catch your breath anyway--

Thoma just walked out of your room, closing the door and locking it. Heizou turned his head at you again, kissing the tip of your nose. "Now let's continue what we were doing, shall we~?" He grinned again. "I'll show everyone who you belong to."

That night, your screams in pleasure were filling the walls of the Kamisato Estate, and your room happens to be next to Thoma's.

And from that day, Thoma never dared to get too close to you again

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4. Thoma is jealous of Ayato.

Thoma was an amazing boyfriend. He trusts you a lot, rarely gets jealous over you, treats you like you were a royal.. He truly is great and you love him so much.

The keyword in this paragraph is: rarely

You two planned to meet up in front of the Kamisato Estate, and go together to the Komore Teahouse and have lunch together, but you were stuck in your office, dealing with an amount of paperwork.

You also work for the Kamisato Clan, but it wasn't easy for you to get free time like Thoma. You weren't a maid, or an home cleaner, like your boyfriend. Oh no, you were the personal secretary of the head of the Kamisato Clan, Your lord Kamisato Ayato.

Even if you were constantly busy with meetings and paperwork you didn't mind your work, actually Ayato has always been so kind and thoughtful to you. He makes sure to not give you too much work to handle by yourself, and prepares you tea when he sees that you are overworking yourself just to make you take a break.

But today, you avoided every chance of slowing down with your work, you needed to finish to fill all your documents before lunch time.

You actually managed to end your paperwork, so you quickly headed out of the Kamisato Estate, to meet Thoma and walk together to the Komore Teahouse... but there wasn't anyone.

'Maybe he is late because he isn't already done with his daily tasks' you though.

So you decided to stand there and wait for him.

"[Name]? What are you doing here all alone?" You turned towards the voice, and to your surprise, it wasn't Thoma, but Ayato. "Oh? Greetings, my Lord. I'm just waiting for Thoma, we were supposed to meet up here and head to the Komore Teahouse together.. Buy he seem to be late.." You say, with a tone of sadness in your voice.

Ayato smiled at you, "He was training with Ayaka, I'm sure they will be done soon enough for him to join you in time. Why don't you let me accompany you? I'm sure he will reach us soon. I can't certainly leave you here waiting alone, can't I?"

You simply smiled awkwardly. "No no, I don't want you to waste your time, you sure have a lot of things to do right now.."

"I insist, you are not wasting my time, I'd rather spend my time with you that in my office, please allow me to." Your smile grew wider, thanking him gratefully and soon you started walk together.

Ayato was such a polite and nice guy, you always thought that. The time spent walking with him flew without you nothing, in fact you were already in front of the Komore Teahouse.. You kept talking with Ayato, smiling and laughing softly at his nice jokes.

"Y/n! Here you are! Sorry if I made you wait so much-- M-My lord?!" You turned towards the owner of that sweet-like-honey voice.

"Thoma! you are finally here!" You said, as your eyes started sparkling at the sight of your lover. Thoma was also very happy to see you, but not alone, in the company of Ayato.

"Goodmorning Thoma." Ayato said, with his soft light voice.

"Ayato was just keeping me company-- Oh! My Lord, why don't you join us? eating together will be great! So I can repay you for your kindness!" You say smiling.

Thoma's expression drops a little, this was supposed to be his date with you. He felt some weird heavy feeling inside his chest, he felt the need of telling Ayato to go away and not get in the way of you two. But he is a caring boyfriend after all, he is fine with whatever makes you happy.

Ayato noticed his sadder expression, and the storm in his eyes. "I'm sorry y/n, but as much as i would like to have lunch with you i must decline your gentle offer. I have some important matters to take care off. I'll take my leave, i wish you both a nice day."

Ayato left, and you both entered the Komore Teahouse, sitting at your table next to each other.

"What a shame... I really was hoping that he would accept my offer.." You said, in a warm tone. Thoma just nodded, looking away. You turned to look at your lover, but he avoided you eyes. He never did something like this.

Something was clearly off.

Wait was he...

You cupped Thoma's face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. He looked at you with confusion on his face, you just smiled at him as you started showering him with kisses all over his beautiful face.

"You just figured it out huh? I can't hide anything to you my love.. Yet I don't deserve all these kisses. Jealousy is an ugly emotion. I trust you a lot and I'm not supposed to be jealousy but.."

He stopped. You kisses him on his forehead, telling him with your eyes, that it was okay to talk about that. He took a deep breath and smiled at you.

"Fine... Well... I got jealous when I saw you smiling so genuinely with Ayato. I want to be the only one able to make you smile like that. I'm just scared that one day you will realize that I can't give you what Ayato can.. I don't come from a prestigious family, I'm not rich neither popular. I don't want to lose you! You are just... Perfect! I want to be worthy of your lo--- mmh!"

Now you kisses him on his lips, capturing his breath to shut him up.

"Don't say something like that ever again. I don't care if Ayato is rich and everything. I love you, Thoma. You are all I want and need. With you I'm the happiest person in Teyvat" You said, looking deep in his beautiful eyes. And in that moment Thoma knew that you were the right one for him.

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Warrior Queen & Holy King

Chapter 1

Summary: As heir to the throne of your fathers kingdom you have finally won back your crown , now justice is served it is time to pick up the pieces of your old life…and your old love , the baby Monk

The winds howls echoed through the open , cold castle courtyard . A small scaffold was built by the tower, you stood by the small almost ornate wooden block fashioned for the execution.

Your eyes scanned over the crowd, the nobles had gathered to witness this, you stood in your elegant armour- a steal breastplate covered with a cloak made of black and green colours that intertwined with each other.

Then the crowd turned , Two men, arguably two of your best fighters, Finan and Sihtric - followed by loyal banner man brought him to you , Haesten- bloody, battle worn and in chains. Your eyes never left him as they brought him over the light blanket of snow towards you, a rage that had burnt inside you was beginning to dwindle…seeing him helpless and take his final steps up the scaffold- you felt nothing.

When the siege was finished , only Haesten had remained alive, you offered clemency to him- but he openly tried to attack you when you dropped your guard. Only to be taken down by your superior fighting skills, you decided then and there he would answer for his crimes, by execution- by your royal decree.

They dropped him before the block, forcing him on his kneees , he now knelt before the block- at your mercy.

“Do you have any last words?” You asked inhaling the crisp thin air , the wind howled as the light snowfallHaesten ,at spat at your feet - you did not flinch, she only looked down at him pitifully. Finan moved his leg to kick the man about to meet his death but too held your hands up to stop him.

After all these years, all the torment you had suffered- the years in exile you spent away from your home and fighting to survive. Here you stood. Hands firmly on your sword, ready to behead the man who had brought her so much pain and suffering . The man who murdered your parents, tried to kill you in an attempt to take your throne was now going to face justice. Sihtric had offered to behead him by his own hand, but you insisted you passed the sentence, therefore you must be the one to swing the sword.

You gently knelt down , her face inches away from Haestens , your long silver blonde plaited hair that rested over your shoulder almost touched the ground, you paused before

Opening your mouth to speak.

“This is too good a death for you….but I intend to be a just ruler…to show my people that I will not be the wretch you tried to make me….”

Haesten watched as you rose to your feet, firmly holding the sword handle with both hands - you took a moment and in mere moments, you brought the sword down and severed Haestens head away from his body. His head rolled down off the scaffold and into the snow. He was dead. The people watching did not gasp, they looked on as the tyrant they had suffered for five years was brought to a swift end.

Your squire offered his hands to take your sword, you handed it over to him. Watching as the body was taken away to be burnt , after the head was collected you left the scaffold.

Overcome with emotion you sought refuge by the fire in the council room, as you walked through the many hallways of the old castle you were greeted with smiles and bows. This was the first time you had retraced your steps in the castle since that fateful night , It was still so alien to you, when you were named as your fathers heir you were immediately bewildered by the sudden responsibility on your shoulders - your mother was equally proud of this decision, your parents commanded great respect as rulers of their kingdom and they had bestowed it onto you , their only child. Guided by your parents you started your journey onto becoming a worthy ruler …but then it all changed on the stormy late summers night upon your fifteenth winter.

Haesten sought to claim the throne, believing he was more worthy than a girl , he attacked with a cold fury that shocked you to your very core. After he had slain your mother , he held your father atop of the balcony overlooking the large courtyard , you were stood at the iron gate, your fingers gripped on the metal and only watching at the horror before your eyes. Haesten made the foolhardy offer to spare him and let him wallow in exile if you agreed to marry Haesten. Before you could even refuse, your fathers actioned echoed your thoughts. He elbowed Haesten and screamed at you to run, you could only watch as Haesten mortally wounded your father and tossed him aside over the edge of the balcony. The high pitched scream that left your ears only amplified throughout the stone work of the castle, as you were dragged away to safety- the last thing you saw was Haesten crowning himself with the precious crown he had removed from your fathers head after throwing him over the balcony.

A knock on the door turned your attention away from your memory.

“Yes?” You asked removing the cloak from your shoulders.

Uhtred stepped in , bowing his head slightly. Closing the door behind him.

You smiled warmly, Uhtred was the man who saved you from the burning tower the night Haesten sacked the castle, Uhtred taught you to fight and how to prepare to take back your crown.

He looked so proud of you “Haesten is dead I hear?”

You nodded “Swiftly and quickly. More than he deserved.” You said

Uhtred agreed “true…but you have shown you are stronger …takes courage to not butcher a man out of anger …”

He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder as you inhaled slowly

“And now you will be a Queen…the mightiest warrior Queen this land has seen.” He said

“Uhtred I could not have survived without you, Finan , Sihtric all of you…I’m eternally in your debt…” you said humbly.

“You have overcome great odds…to win back your throne is no easy feet but you did it…and now the usurper is dead.” He spoke leaning against the stone wall folding his arms.

You inhaled stepping away from the fire, looking briefly at the table littered with open parchments and rolled up scrolls. So much was to be done. You gripped the table end with two hands, looking at the map that was now your kingdom, you looked at Uhtred “I thought you would have wanted to witness his end?” You asked

“I was taking care of another matter …” he said with a glimmer of hope.

“The prisoners…?” You asked standing up straight.

Uhtred nodded only once. “We found them…housed at the great castle on the coast…” he said.

Your heart churned at his words “You mean…? He’s alive?”

Uhtred smiled “Very much…and very eager to see you.”

Your hands clasped over your chest for a moment and your exhaled “Osferth…” knowing he was alive was the greatest news you could have received. Your hand moved to the gap between your tunic and you fished out the small necklace you wore, on a silver chain the pendant was that of a small cross. You held it closely to your lips.

Chapter 2

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Sea Of Flames🗡Bakugō Katsuki

A’ranhil, Ithilien, Doritah, April 5th First Age ,,Histessë lamyëa i lómeo lindalë á hilya i ómalin íre cuivëa i sérë síra enfainëa i yáreo cálë síra líralvë i oireo lindë..’’

Once it was a massive nation housing just over a million souls, the capital of an elven empire reaching from ocean to ocean. Now, it was a slaughterhouse, it's population reduced to that of a few hundred. In all his years as a warrior, Bakugō Katsuki had never seen such carnage. The very streets weren't visible under the endless puddles of blood, the sewage systems clogged up with severed limbs, and the houses were unrecognisable under the layers of shit, gore and blood that covered them. Wordless, mighty, he waded through the corpses piling themselves up on the streets. He looked at the face of every single one of them. Men, women... children. Most of the children had not even been killed by the barbarians, but by their own mothers and older siblings, who well knew what fate awaited them once the massive walls of the city were finally breached. The blonde Chief walked further towards the alley where his mount was. A massive black dragon, so much larger as the war-elephant it was feasting on. Truly, nothing could have prepared the elves for these monsters, with their fire-breathing breath, massive claws and razor-sharp teeth, that could easily destroy a whole army. Cavalry charges were utterly ineffective against them, Rhinos ended up dead within seconds of being grabbed by their claws, and elephants could not reproduce fast enough to match their numbers. The powerful warrior let out a high-pitched whistle, commanding the beast to come to him. It did, and with a little assistance by its wings, the blonde one settled upon his saddle on the back of the mystic creature. Riding through the rest of the city, he came across his fellow men, who were busy looking for surviving comrades in the piles of corpses littering the streets, and killing any elf they found to be still breathing. Bakugō Katsuki rode further. As he crossed the alleys, he saw his peers celebrate their victory in different ways: some were decapitating the dead bodies and piling up the heads into huge pyramids, others were found bathing in the blood of their enemies, but most of them were painting. They weren't painting pictures, oh no. They painted the city red. Thousands of his fellow warriors had taken up brushes, soaking them in the blood of the former inhabitants of the great elven city, and soaked everything they could find with their own guts. He rode past the pyramids of severed heads, piling as high as the tallest buildings. He rode past the dead elven soldiers who were hung upon the statues of their heroes with their own intestines. He rode past the few surviving elves, mostly women and small children, who were paraded in chains through their own city as trophies. He rode out of the Gates of the city, and took one last look upon the once green walls of the breathtaking Kingdom Doriath’s, which were now in the process of being painted with blood. It was all silent. ,,Chief.‘‘ Kirishima Eijiro, his right hand man, stained with blood, dirt and sweat, has lowered his red head with respect, the huge axe lies quietly in the warrior’s hand while his equally red pair of eyes look wearily up at his leader, his king. There’s... something that might interest you.’’ It was not a smirk adorning the blood-stained lips of the dragon king, it was rather an expression of complete satisfaction. Of pure bliss. ,,Show me.’’

The first thing the woman notices is a hot, glowing pain. Her head is pounding uncontrollably. Blood is rushing through her ears and she’s sure a few of her ribs are broken. An unbearable burning extends abruptly from her right leg to the upper side of her hip and makes the young she – elf hurriedly gasp for air. Pure bare panic begins to extend through her flabby limbs – she is alive. Oh Morai – Heg, Nin gwerianneg. ( You betrayed me ) A painful cough creeps out of her throat while the redhead convulsively tries to open her heavy eyelids. How much time has passed? A deep emerald green shows itself to the world, but only sees faint outlines in the never ending darkness. A cell, no - a tent? Where am I? The more thoughts flit through her torn mind, the worse the huge throbbing behind her temple became, which is why a sudden feeling of nausea overcomes her. It comes so fast, that the only option her body allows her to, is to throw her red-haired head aside as far as she can to empty the rest of her stomach. In return she covers herself with her own vomit as a heavy fit of coughs shakes her fractured soul. A pathetic veil of tears begins to lay over the deep green of her eyes, which she holds stubbornly in check with a firm pinch of her sagging eyelids. She should be dead. Buried under the weight of thousands corpses of her folk. Leithio nin, Morai – Heg ( Release me! ) Desperate sends the she – elf a heart – wrenching prayer to the goddess of the underworld, guardian of souls to take her, to bring her to the glorious hall of her ancestors. But no answer came, there is just this heavy defeating silence. The pain of her right leg seems to only worsen as an unbearable heat flits over her trembling limbs. With a heavy cough the redhead then gently tries to lift her broken body into a better position for her leg, but unfortunately without success. With a painful croaking on the burst lips, the woman eventually drops her head exhausted against the blood-stained ground of the foreign, huge tent. No matter where she is or how much time has passed. The immortal body of the she – elf has reached its limits and is too weak to start the process of self-healing. It's hopeless. ,,oh Vanír.. what a tough beast you are, princess of doriath.’’

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Wait a minute, so basically based on japanese language hisoka is using female pronoun while machi is using the male ones when talking? They're so alike in a way...

Wait wait, let me clarify. I think you mixed things up here.

Hisoka uses boku and kimi as his pronouns. They are masculine Japanese pronouns but not as rough as the pronouns ore, omae, temee, kisama. This suits him because of his childish behaviour and tendencies, though fcked up. (I mean, he's like a fcked adult child so........)

He hovers between masculine and neutral speech but he does sometimes use or switches use female speech endings.

The most prominent one where he used female pronoun is when he was battle horny with Chrollo in York New arc.

This is part of what he said when Chrollo fell for his sword of law bs trap in anime, which idk if it's the exact same dialogue in the manga (I might have some particles wrong or missing or some stuff wrong, so forgive me since I'm only going off based on my memory):

やっぱりいいよあなた. 絶対あなたはボクが殺る. (Yappari ii yo anata. Zettai anata wa boku ga yaru)

'As expected, you're great, my dear. My dear, I will definitely kill (do) you.'

Note: to kill verb here is pronounced as yaru, which also sounds rhe same as the very informal version of to do verb, which is also yaru.

Anata is a feminine pronoun of you. 99% wxclusively used by women or people who want to sound feminine or identifies as one. Men might use it in real life in situation where they have to be polite and formal. In fiction, men may use it to let other knows that 'hey I'm not exactly a man' or hey, I'm not rude, I have respect and not a ruffian exactly.'

(Men uses feminine speech when they have to be formal like speaking to people in charities, being a host and all, as well)

Anata is also used by females (or those who are feminine whether they be homosexual or trans) to call their significant other. When they use it in this context, it means 'honey, dear, sweetheart' or whatever affectionate words to call your s/o is out there.

So yeah............ Hisoka..... used anata in that scene when talking about Chrollo......... not just for second-person pronoun..........

Anyways, Hisoka mostly speaks in masculine and neutral language speech, but sometimes does use female language.

Machi on the other hand used masculine language when she was a kid and, masculine and feminine language as an adult.

Kid Machi talks almost like Uvo ahahhahahaha.

お前がやれ！- Omae ga yare - You do it!

いやだ. - iya da - No/No way

Omae is a very masculine pronoun, much more than boku and kimi. And Yare is also a very masculine command, given its verb conjugation. And the sentence ending -だ is also masculine. Machi as a kid speaks so much like a guy xD Hisoka (adult one) doesn't speak very masculine which is makes sense since he wants to sound playful and all xD

Adult Machi is different from child Machi. Adult Machi uses atashi, which is the informal version of watashi, and anta, the informal version of anata. Clearly her pronouns are not very feminine but feminine enough.

And here comes the interesting thing, she still uses masculine speech but with certain people, she uses feminine speech.

She uses a bit of feminine speech with Pakunoda. With Gon, she does as well, when she corners him with Pakunoda and asks him if he knows about the chain dude. We see the same thing with Feitan when they continued walking together and left Franklin and Nobunaga fighting when they were otw to York New. She also spoke to Kalluto in female speech back in Greed Island.

But the most she spoke with using feminine speech is Hisoka. I repeat. Hisoka.

One thing I observed is when she speaks in feminine speech, she either is close to whomever she is soeaking to or is showing consideration.

We can tell that she shows consideration with kids based on the fact she uses a bit of feminine speech when speaking to Gon (can someone remind me if she also spoke to Killua directly? I think she only spoke to Gon directly during York New arc when the Troupe caught the teo of them trailing them).

We see the same thing when she is speaking with Kalluto. When she said to him to come out, 出といで, for instance. She spoke a bit in female speech. Not that much. But we can see that they are not close, which means she's being considerate to him. I mean Kalluto is a kid..........

As for Feitan, I'm on the fact that she's showing consideration because she's seeing him as an adorable kid due to his height. I don't think they are close like to the point of sharing a few secrets or something like that, no. So far, no evidence they are. So, I'm on she sees him as a kid due to his height and softens up team xD

As for Pakunoda, it makes sense if Machi is close to her even if it's just a little bit. I mean Pakunoda was probably the big sis who helped her out when puberty hit her or whenever there are girl problems she has to resolve. I don't doubt if Pakunoda was also the one she confided with when she fell for someone *ahem*

And as for Hisoka. Oml, Machi spoke to him in female speech all throughout before the Chrollo vs. Hisoka fight.

This is how I came to the conclusion that when she speaks in female speech, she is close to them or trust them to some extent - based on the way she spoke to Hisoka.

On chapter 55, when she made her first appearance in the manga, quite a number of her dialogues are in female speech.

Even during their conversation in Greed Island, she was using female speech.

But after the Chrollo vs Hisoka fight, she would speak to him in masculine form. Sadt. I assumed it was because she knew that might be their final interaction and their relationship will never be the same again. Rip.

Maybe her speaking in female speech just means she's showing consideration to him like how she does with kids but man the amount of female speech in her dialogues tells me otherwise........

Anyways.

She would also speak in very rough masculine speech whenever she is very pissed or angry. You can even tell she's pissed or annoyed when her masculine speech becomes rougher.

For instance, in York New arc, when Franklin asked if she knew whether Hisoka is coming to the meeting and part of her answer is

あたし聞くな！ - Atashi kiku na! - Don't ask me!

聞くな is a command form of to listen 聞く but among the masculine command conjugation, it's on rougher side.

And when Machi is speaking in a rougher masculine speech, she doesn't use アンタ (Anta), she uses the pronoun, テメエ, Temee, instead.

Now who uses Temee when they're pissed or annoyed?

Nobunaga and Uvogin.

When Machi got pissed a bit at Nobunaga when they were arguing about the 'chain dude' on whether they will be recruited by Chrollo or not, she used Temee on him.

Basically, the more pissed or angry she is, the more her speech tend to resemble Uvo's.

This is apparent when she got angry at Hisoka when he declared war on Spiders.

Zakk.....kken ja nee!!!! Ima atashi ga koroshite yaru!!

Mate!! Modore temee!! Kore hodoke korosuzo GORAAAA!!

Did you hear Uvo when she was saying those Japanese lines especially the one with GORAAA in it?

That's how you know that Machi is super pissed and angry at you.

Which means when she was talking to Hisoka back in Greed Island, she wasn't even pissed lmao ahahahha

I hope this clarifies any misunderstandings and confusion about Hisoka and Machi way of speech.

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CHAPTER NINE: PURGE

Salvation Series

SYNOPSIS: The world was at peace.

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 07/30/2023

In less than twenty-four hours, Inumaki Y/N purged the Jujutsu world of the evilest of curses. Uraume and Yorozu, curses who have lived thousands of years, were choking on their own vomit and blood before Y/N could breathe.

Tsumiki was saved by the roll of Uraume's head, thus erasing Yorozu from every timeline that ever existed.

Covered in blood that was not her own, Y/N held all the power that was left in the Jujutsu world, standing on top of the palace next to Gojo Satoru, the strongest man alive.

Her goal had shifted from protecting her descendants to protecting the innocents of the world that were the prey of evil.

She erased every eyesore that lingered in alleyways and temples. She had no time to waste and her actions proved faithful.

The Elders of the Jujutsu world had no choice but to step down in the presence of a woman who could command them to eat their own tongues.

While Gojo Satoru never wanted power, Inumaki Y/N had always been in a position of power. The days of being a god to the people had returned.

Kenjaku was defeated by the Six Eyes once again. He had no chance without the Prison Realm holding Satoru.

"You — "

You smiled. "Come back again and you will face the same results. You are destined to fail, Kenjaku, as a worthless, empty object that holds no significance. Die and stay dead. Should you come back, I will open the Earth in half and chain you to Hell and you will face enteral damnation."

At the cold look in your eyes, he knew he could not win for as long as you lived. As his eyes dimmed, your eyes glowed red like the devil. You had an evil in you that was disguised as a guardian to the innocents — you were just like his vessel.

You raised your fist and Satoru pressed his knuckles against yours, forming a fist bump. Satoru taught you that whilst fighting.

"What shall we do now?" you questioned.

Satoru was quiet for a moment. "Have you ever eaten a crepe?"

"I've not eaten a thing since my awakening," you admitted.

"Let's go eat crepes," he suggested, reaching his hand out.

You placed your hand into his, feeling the warmth and softness of his hands as if he hadn't killed many curses in his lifetime.

"We should mourn," you said instead.

"Well, I don't know about that — "

"Mourning is not a sign of weakness," you told him. "It is a sign of respect. No one will say anything if you chose to mourn your loved ones."

The smile on his face dropped. "Has anyone ever told you you're annoying?" he questioned.

"I suggest we mourn Nanami Kento. I heard he was a great friend of yours."

"Yeah, he was."

You smiled. "Then that seems like a great place to start."

Satoru learned you were annoying in your own way. To others, you were this majestic beauty that descended from the Heavens. To him, you were a sneaky serpent who always knew when to strike.

Despite the smallest nagging feeling tugging away at the hairs on the back of his neck, he gravitated toward you like no other.

Despite knowing to an extent how cruel you could be, he continued to bathe in your company because he knew there was no one like you.

It took centuries for the two of you to meet, and he knew the reason for that was because you would have ruled the world had you met his first ancestor.

Unlike his previous predecessors, Gojo Satoru was the first of his blood to possess the Six Eyes and Limitless.

You could have easily overpowered the first.

You were not innocent, despite the persona you built as a regal woman who put family above all else.

You were a bloodthirsty sorceress who wanted to do whatever you wanted to. You came from a time when the freedom of women was not allowed, but now you would ensure your own freedom.

Satoru and you stopped by a flower shop and bought a bouquet before appearing in front of the grave site.

The two of you approached Nanami's grave, but you lingered slightly behind to give Satoru space.

You closed your eyes and listened to the soundless winds. The world of Jujutsu was slightly more at peace now.

Satoru stood before the gravestone, his heart heavy with a mixture of sorrow and regret. It was a daunting task for a man who struggled to embrace vulnerability.

As he gazed at the engraved letters spelling out Nanami Kento's name, memories flooded his mind. He wasn't even able to be there for this death.

You peered at him. "Do you require more time?"

"No," he replied. "I got enough time. "Come on, let's go get those crepes. I know a great little cafe nearby."

You nodded, a hint of sadness still in her eyes.

At the cozy crepe cafe, the sweet aroma of baking batter and fruit filled the air. Satoru insisted you try a little of everything - nutella, strawberry, lemon, and sugar.

With each bite, he watched your eyes light up.

"This is marvelous," you said after tasting the strawberry one. "I've never had anything like it."

Satoru grinned. "I figured you'd like it. There's a whole world of new things out there for you to experience now." He paused, thinking of those who wouldn't get to see this peaceful world.

Noticing his change in mood, you set your spoon down.

“It's okay to still feel grief, even during moments of joy," you said gently.

He pursed his lips. “Yeah, well, whatever.”

After finishing their crepes, the two of you took a stroll through the city. Though you watched the world through Toge’s eyes, the modern world still amazed you.

"Can we try that?" you asked, pointing at a vending machine.

You walked over to it, basically pressing your face up against the glass. Satoru shook his head with a small smile on his face, then demonstrated how to insert coins and press buttons, retrieving a soda for each of them.

Your eyes lit up as the can rolled out. “How cool,” you said.

Satoru couldn't believe that the bloodthirsty god he saw just days ago could hold this much childlike joy from a vending machine.

You weren't so different from him. There was a part of you that wanted to protect the childhood you never got, just like him.

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You wanted more, you get more. I hope this convinces you.

Happy Birthday Hannie.

Dom!Jisung

It’s late. Too late to make any decisions within the holy realm. It’s been ages since you’ve been out, and you feel like all you need is some good music, a dancefloor, and a good fuck afterwards. So you get ready, putting on a short, pleated black skirt and a lacy crop top, just transparent enough to leave one hungry to see more. This outfit you pair with platform boots, heavy chains and bracelets, open and flowy hair and a good smokey eye with red lips. Checking yourself out in the mirror one last time before leaving, you look ravishing.

The trip to the club is a short one and before you know it, you stand in front of the familiar ordained double doors. „Get me the usual, Jim“ you tell the bouncer and he hands you one purple and one black bracelet, which you put on either wrist. One signifies your interest in people of every gender, and one signifies your interest in subbing for tonight. He also gets you a key on a chain with the perfect length to land right inside your cleavage when you put it over your head.

Once you get inside, the bass starts massaging your eardrums in the best way and you head straight into the middle of the club, body already swaying to the music. As time passes, the club begins to fill up, people filing in, drinking, dancing and enjoying their night. Ever so often people leave again, in groups of two or more, some outside the front door and some up the stairs behind the bar. So far however, you stay alone and unbothered. No one’s catching your attention so far, and apparently you also stay unnoticed.

That only changes when the doors open and someone unknown to you enters. You don’t really know what it is that draws you towards him, but his energy just seems enticing, his confidence seeping from the doorway all the way up into the middle of the dancefloor, where you’re now stood. You examine him closely: wavy brown hair down to his chin, beautiful round cheeks, and a pink wristband on the one side with a red wristband on the other. Perfect. One foot already lifted to make your way towards him, you suddenly freeze when his eyes meet yours. Beautiful, warm brown eyes to get lost in, with a stare so freezing cold that you can’t help but get excited.

He sets in motion, moving along the walls to stay out of the dancing crowd, his unyielding gaze trained on you. With a flick of his head towards the lounge he commands you to follow him and you obey without question. Behind the doors of the lounge, the music is mellow and there are many settees spread out, allowing the guests to actually talk and understand each other. You quickly find him sitting on a dark blue velvet couch, hands put up along the back rest and legs spread. His white dress shirt is bunching up a little and his black slacks strain against his thighs. Keeping a respectful distance, but still close enough to talk to each other without annoying other guests, you sit down next to him.

„So you’re interested?“ His voice is comfortably deep. Not so deep that you feel like you’re talking to Lucifer himself, but deep enough to tell you that this is a man who knows how to take his way. And his british accent gets you going just the right way. „Obviously, or I wouldn’t be here“

„Do you know who I am?“

„Why would I?“ you ask back, confused.

„Good. What are your limits?“ No further explanation needed, apparently. Alright then. You like it best straight to the point anyways. „No fecal play, nothing that leaves lasting scars, and if you want your dick in me, you’re only doing it with a condom. I use the colour system for safewords, and if I can’t speak, I use other widely known things, like tapping out. What about you?“

„There won’t be any recordings whatsoever, we won’t exchange names or contacts, and there will be minimal aftercare.“

„Fine by me. If you want to, you can choose my name for tonight, or address me by nicknames you prefer. What do you want me to call you?“

„Sir and Master are fine, if you want to, you can also use Idol. What do you like?“

„I‘m a huge masochist and degradee, so if you could throw me around, manhandle me and spank me while calling me a pathetic slut, that‘d be great. What pleases you?“

„I want you under my control. When I tell you to do something, you listen and do it. You only cum with my permission and you take what I give you. I‘ll stop if you use the safeword, and not a second earlier. Sounds good?“ You nod your head in agreement. „Good. Anything else you want to talk about beforehand? Otherwise there’s a hotel nearby we can go to, I‘ll pay.“

„Thank you, but I actually got some keys. I’m surprised you didn’t get any as a regular?“

„How do you know I‘m a regular? You said you don’t know me.“ It’s the first time you see his confidence falter, even if just the slightest bit, as if he’s on guard, and you wonder why. „Chill. You’re walking around this club like it’s your second home, obviously you come here often. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around before, actually.“ This answer seems to calm him down, and he’s back to his fully confident self in no time. „I usually don’t stay for long when I come here. If you don’t want to leave, we can go upstairs.“ And with that he stands up, holding his hand out for you to grab and stand up as well. It would be the last nice thing he does for you for a while.

Once you’re stood beside him, he leans in and growls into your ear, so the others can‘t hear it: „Such an eager slut, hm? I bet you can’t wait to get on your knees for me and get your mouth stuffed with my cock. So impatient, you can’t even wait for the hotel and just have to do it right here.“ A whimper escapes your mouth at his words and you press your thighs together, not wanting to drip before you even get to your room. Your partner for the night then lets you lead the way, out of the lounge, past the bar, up the stairs, and into room number 914. However, you don’t get to appreciate the tasteful interior, since the second the door is closed you already get thrown against it and pushed to the ground. Without thinking you look up and open your mouth, which is instantly rewarded by the man in front of you pulling out his half hard dick and laying it on your tongue. „Suck, bitch, and don’t make me repeat myself.“ It doesn’t need more than this for you wrap your lips around him and start to bring him to full hardness with your well-practiced tongue. „God, I’ve waited so long for this, it’s been ages“ he sighs. Whilst you hollow your cheek, trace the vein on his underside with your teeth, and press your tongue against his slit, he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing broad shoulders, defined abs, and the prettiest waist you’ve ever seen. You moan at the sight and can feel his dick twitch in your mouth, apparently he likes that. So you decide to give him more, taking him in deeper and moaning every time he touches the back of your throat.

After some time, he grabs the top of your hair to hold you still and pulls out of your mouth with a pop. He’s fully naked at this point, you don’t even know how, and you get to actually look at his cock for the first time. It’s big and round, just like his cheeks, and you can already tell that the stretch will be amazing.

„God, such a cockhungry slut. Look at you, already so worked up and I haven’t even touched you yet.“

He’s right, you do already look kind of disheveled. Your hair is messed up from the rubbing against the wall, the deepthroating brought tears to your eyes and let your mascara run, and you’re positively dripping from between your thighs. And all he had to do is say a few words and stuff his dick down your throat… he’s a good one.

„Strip and get on the bed with your face down. I hope you don’t mind me using equipment. If you do, now is your time to back out. „What’s your colour, whore?“

„Green, Sir.“

„Good slut. Now get going.“ And with that you start undressing, taking off your shoes, pulling down your skirt, removing your top, and carefully putting every piece of jewelry aside. Then you climb onto the bed and lay down with your front against the mattress and your face pressed into a pillow. You can hear him rummaging around and briefly wonder where he gets his so called equipment from. Maybe he brought a bag you didn’t notice, or maybe he knows where the club store theres, despite him usually leaving for a hotel. However, all the thoughts about where vanish once you here what he’s pulling out. The rattling of the chains gets you so excited you start to squirm in your position, rubbing your thighs against each other to try and get some stimulation. „Stop moving, you impatient bitch, or I‘ll put them away again.“ Fuck. But his threat works, you stay still until you hear him come closer and speak up: „Here’s the plan: I‘m going to blindfold you, chain you to the bed, and hit you with different things. If you guess correctly what I hit you with, you get a reward, and for every time you’re wrong I‘ll deny you an orgasm. What’s your colour?“

„Green. So green, Sir. Master. Please“

„Pathetic bitch. So eager to get your ass beat by a complete stranger. You’re insane, you know that? Crazy for my attention.“ You know you sound pathetic, but his plan is coming straight from your dreams, you can’t help it. „Yes, Sir, I want to be good for you, I‘ll take everything you give- AHH!“ Even though your scream is muffled by the pillow, it rings throughout the room.

„Guess.“

„Your hand, Sir, that was your hand.“

„Well done. This one was easy, to start off. From now on, remember to only speak when I tell you to. Understood?“

„Yes, Sir.“

„Good. Now lift your head so I can put the blindfold on you.“ He slips a black sleeping mask on you, which you silently thank the heavens for, because it means that your make up won’t leave any stains. „That’s right, just like that. Now put your arms up and together.“ The metal of the chains is cold against your skin and lets a shiver run down your spine. You feel your wrists being pressed together and pulled towards the headboard, before you hear the clicking sounds that signify that they’re now attached to the headboard. „Good. Now spread your legs. I want to see your desperate cunt drip with every impact I land.“ You spread your legs as far as you can, the cold air hitting your core making you slightly uncomfortable. More cold metal against hot skin, two more audible clicks, and you‘ve never felt this vulnerable in your life. Being tied to the bed isn’t a new experience for you, not even in this exact position, but there’s just something about his aura that constantly makes you feel like a deer caught in headlights. You love it.

„You really let yourself get tied up just like that, give yourself up for me. Just a doll to be played with. And oh, how I‘ll play with you. What’s your colour, puppet?“

„Green, Master“

„Alright, then guess.“ And with that he slaps you right across your ass. You can already feel the welt building, but more importantly, you already know that feeling. „It’s your hand again, Sir.“

„Well, well. Let’s see if you’re as precise with the next one.“ You can hear a faint swishing sound and only a faint slapping noise, before you feel a line of pain forming on your upper thigh, increasing towards your inside. This one already hurts a lot more than the few spankings you received prior, probably to test your pain tolerance, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

„Guess.“

„I‘m guessing the crop, Sir, the synthetic one.“

„Wow, very accurate. You must get beaten a lot here to know that difference. You just can’t get enough, can you? Need every single person here to fuck you because you’re so desperate. Guess.“

You didn’t see - or, well, hear, the next one coming, his talking must’ve drowned out the noises of him changing toys and drawing it down. But it definitely hit you, because now there’s a rather dull pain spreading from an area on your lower back. Hardly any noise going down, larger area of impact, duller pain, that must mean… „that’s the paddle, Sir.“

„And you’re right again. It’s almost no fun if you get everything right. I really want to destroy your pussy later and where’s the fun in that if you enjoy yourself too much? Guess.“ Again you couldn’t really hear a sound, and again there’s a line of pain. But different from the crop, the pain is more evenly spread. „I’m guessing the cane, Sir“ you manage to say between gritted teeth. Not only do you get more sensitive each time he hits you, he also hits you harder each time. It makes you wonder just how hard he can hit you, and if you‘d still enjoy it as much as you do now.

„I‘ll admit, you are pretty good at this game. Let’s up the anti a little bit, shall we?“ This time you can actually hear him shuffling around and curiosity fills your mind, but blindfolded and tied up helplessly to the bed, all you can really do is wait. That’s why you tune out your surroundings, allowing yourself to just exist in this moment for a bit. That’s also why you cry out both in surprise and in pain when the next hits come. They’re three at one this time, all drawn precisely across your back with a loud slapping sound and all leaving behind a diffuse sense of tingling pain. „Guess.“

„I’m guessing the flogger, Sir.“

„Are you sure about that? All three? I could have changed in between, I could be double wielding.“ You can’t help the chuckle escaping your throat at his choice of words. Nerd. „Double wielding? With what exactly, Sir? Another flogger?“

„Silence!“ he demands as he cracks the flogger against your back again, even more powerful than before, and you wail out at the feeling. „Oh, shut up. Just because your right, doesn’t mean you get to be a bitch about it. Do you hear me?“

„Sir, yes, Sir, sorry, Sir“ Tears prick at your eyes from the pain and his harsh words, but you try to bite them back. You don’t want to grant him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he has on you.

„Alright, you get one more to guess. And when I ask you to guess, I want to hear the name of the equipment only. Understood?“

„Yes, Sir“

„What’s your colour?“

„Green, Sir“

„Good. We‘ll work up to it now, which means you don’t have to guess anything for now. You‘ll only speak when I command you to do so. Until then, I want to hear as little from you as possible.“ You bury your head further into the pillow in hopes of muffling the sounds that are bound to come, and prepare for impact.

That doesn’t come.

Instead, you can feel him gently, almost lovingly, run his fingers over your skin, feeling up your entire body and even brushing over your completely soaked pussy. „Look at that, getting so wet from the pain I give you. You already got the sheets dirty. Such a messy plaything, so, so dirty.“ At the last word, he spanks you again, eliciting a yelp that’s drowned out by the pillow. The next thing you feel is the flogger again, cracking down on you time and time again, until it leaves your whole body red and tingling. You’re positively bawling at this point, muttering under your breath about how it is too much and that you can’t take it anymore. „What was that, slut? I can’t hear your pathetic words over your stupid whining. You know what to say if you want me to stop, and if you don’t want me to stop, I‘d advise you to shut the fuck up. You said you‘d take whatever I give you, now it’s time to deliver on those words.“ You quiet down a little, only whimpering slightly at every new hit.

„Alright, that should be enough. I‘ll get the equipment now.“ Rummaging again, he returns after a few seconds.

„Guess.“

The telltale crack echoing through the room already tells you everything you need to know, and so you perk up before the pain even registers in your head: „The wh- aaahhh!!! The- the whip, Sir, it’s the whip“

„You don’t get extra points for speed here, bitch“ he muses behind you. „Still, you really did get everything right. Nonetheless, I draw one point away from you for being such a know it all about it. But first, you get your reward as promised.“ With that you can feel him freeing your ankles and unhooking your wrists from the headboard, although he keeps your hands tied together. „Turn around and sit up.“ You listen and move yourself to lay on your back first, before you utilize your legs to push yourself up against the headboard. „Now take off your blindfold.“ You move your hands to push the fabric away, blink a few times to adjust to the lighting, and- oh.

That’s where the title Idol comes from.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed, with a stance that screams confidence and power, and sweat glistening in an even sheen over his body. Every light in the room seems to be drawn in by him, making him almost glow. And his whole body language exerts that he knows. He knows how good he looks. He knows what effect he has on his surrounding. He knows that he can fill up a stadium with his energy.

„Come here, suck the cock you’re so hungry for.“ His voice pulls you out of your trance - or does it pull you further in? You don’t even know at this point. Anyways, you crawl towards him, lay belly up on the bad and let your head hang off the edge. He groans at that sight and wastes no further time to push himself right inside your mouth. You let your tongue swirl around the tip and he starts to rock his hips into you, fucking your mouth and making you take every inch. For a moment, only the wet sounds of your mouth are filling the room, maybe accompanied by some low grunts and moans, but eventually you start whining again, wordlessly begging for some sort of pleasure.

„So desperate, are you? Fine, you‘ve been good after all“ he says and then leans over you to play with your nipples a little. At your current state, that’s all you need to feel your orgasm approach, fast. „Aww, my little toy wants to cum? I don’t even need to touch your pussy and you’re already falling apart. I bet you’re completely useless if you can’t have a dick inside you.“ Your whines increase both in volume and intensity as you get closer, promising you sweet relieve if he keeps going just a little longer.

Until he stops.

He draws away from you completely, halting every contact. You desperately cry out, but at this point you know better than to speak up. „Aww, look at that. My little toy forgot she owes me one orgasm denial. Too bad. Tonight you’re coming on my cock and on my cock only.“

With that he walks around the bed, grabs you by the hips and pulls you up. Then he climbs onto the mattress between your legs. You notice that he’s put on a condom and once again wonder when he did that. But you‘ve got not much time left to wonder, since his next action is to slide on top of you, pushing your legs towards your chest with his shoulders. Then, with his left hand, he pins your wrists above your head into the mattress. Once he hovers right above your head, he asks one last time: „Colour?“

„Green, Sir“

„Good.“

And he snaps his hips forward, pushing himself deep inside you and immediately bottoming out. Without any prep, the stretch is almost painful, but you have no time to adjust. He starts rocking his hips into you immediately and it doesn’t take long like this for you to know that your orgasm is right around the corner.

„Fuck, that’s good pussy… so wet… so greedy… taking me so well“ he begins to ramble. You can feel his dick twitch inside you and one look at his scrunched up face tells you that he’s close as well. You begin to whine louder, hoping to get his attention without actually saying anything. It works. His right hand comes up to your face and squishes your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. „What is it, slut? Do you want to cum? Does my little toy want to cum? Because that’s all you are to me, a little toy to play with and throw away after.“ He spits into your mouth and watches as you swallow eagerly, slapping your face after. „It’s okay, cum for me. Cum for me if you have to, cum around my cock“ and he slaps you again. That’s the moment toppling you over the edge, crashing you into an earth shattering orgasm so intense, you don’t know if you’ve ever experienced something like it before. He tries to steadily fuck you through it, but fails as his hips begin to stutter with his own orgasm overwhelming him.

He collapses on too of you and takes a moment to regain his breath, before he stands up and unties your wrists.

„Are you okay?“

„Yeah, more than okay, actually. That was absolutely amazing! Thank you for that.“

„Yeah, it was one of the better ones. Just wait here, I‘ll be right back with towels and some water“ he says and scurries away into the attached bathroom. When he comes back, he helps to clean you up, lets you drink some water, and applies ointment onto your bruises. Then he helps you to get dressed again, all the while being extremely sweet and caring, almost the exact opposite from before. Only his pure confidence still remains.

„Alright. Is there anything else you need? Some food? A ride home, maybe?“

„You can keep me some company until the Uber arrives, that’s enough for me“

„If you say so“ And so you two shuffle back out, leave your bracelets and the key with Jim, and wait for the black car.

„I’m honest, it really was great. If you ever want to repeat this-“

„I won’t. I’m sorry, it’s nothing personal, not against you at least, it’s just… not really my style. I hope you understand.“

„Of course I do! I just wanted to offer, but you can of course decline. Anyway, I see my car coming, so see you around, I guess“ you say and enter the car, waving a little goodbye to the stranger you still don’t know the name of. „Yeah, see you around“ he answers before vanishing in the rear view mirror.

************************************

It’s the next morning and you wake up groggy and with your whole body aching. Complaining to yourself, you turn over to grab your phone and check the time, only to see it blown up with messages from your best friend.

Bestiiieeee 💖:

[0:41]

omg

OMG

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!

Did you see that?!

[0:45]

Han Jisung won at the award show today!!

He won with his performance of Don’t Say

He ate that upppp

[0:51]

I‘m so sorry, I can’t stop thinking about it

It’s just SO good

That fucking guitar solo

And the fit

And the hair

The entire man, honestly

[0:57]

PLEASE

You HAVE to look at him

He’s so your type, istg

Please just this once

For me

Look at the video and if you don’t like him then I‘ll never ask again, I promise

*video attached*

Too tired to start beef over some stupid celebrity now, you click on the video. The intro starts playing first, but when it cuts to the actual performance, your eyes widen. Your bestie is right. The fit. The hair. The entire man, honestly. He’s all too familiar.

So you’re stranger has a name now.

That explains a lot.

Y/N:

[10:54]

Nah, not interested. He strikes me as the kind of guy to only stay for the night, if that, and that’s not what I want.

[10:59]

Now let me sleep.

~🤍

OKAY IM BEGGING DO YOU HAVE A BLOG BC THIS WAS INSANE

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#🤍 anon 💌#asks: jisung

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