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⋆ TAGS — mean!jk, heavy degradation, sub!oc vibes, fingering, creampiess, pussy eating, oc is super sensitive hehe, cock warming in the car, ass play(?), intense cow girl moment, dirty talk, mentions of squirting(?), messy sex, oc is cunty (CUNT CUNT CUNT), RED MF FLAGS, jk ain’t shit and neither is oc, mentions of cheating, possessive!oc don’t play about her bestie, joon n oc moment bc why not, she’s lowkey a bimbo, jk likes mocking oc, nasty sex, jk’s a simp for his bestie, oc whines a lot lol, 4liferrrsssss, oc messy asf but jk is too

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‘Something’s not right.’ Is what Sujin begins to think right off the bat when her boyfriend brings her to meet his “best friend”. Sujin already knew that Jungkook had a “girl” best friend wayy before she even talked to the man. All her friends were against it when she told them she was interested in Jungkook.

“No girl, you’re gonna regret it like big time. That man is going to have you looking like a fool.” They’d say but Sujin seemed hard of hearing..

Sujin knew what she was getting into but nothing could have prepared her for the hot piping mess being served in front of her face. For fucks sake her boyfriend couldn’t even fucking sit next to her because he chose to sit with “y/n”. Sujin wants to think it’s a childhood thing, maybe that’s why they’re so unnaturally close.

“Oh.” Sujin says when y/n tells her that no, they in fact met almost two years ago as college freshmans. (Sujin’s beginning to run out of ideas to make up in her head so she doesn’t go insane over the sight of you casually touching her boyfriend and Jungkook letting it happen?) Jungkook even helps separate your perilla leaf with his chopsticks.

What are you a child? Sujin’s NOT liking this so far.

“So,” Sujin smiles as politely as she can muster, “how’d you guys meet?”

You smile softly back at her, “My brother has a frat house and Jungkook happened to join, we only met cause my brother was forcing his frat guys to help me move into my new apartment. He made them do it shirtless which was pretty funny.”

Sujin nods slowly, “Ohh.. how nice. So like you guys started hanging out or what’s the deal?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I saw her manga books and we bonded over that,” he keeps it curt, like he’s not interested in talking to her (his own girlfriend), “we started chilling and yeah.” Sujin fucking hates when he talks to her like he’s bored already.

“He kept saying I reminded him of Bayonetta!” You pipe back in with a dreamy smile.

“Uh-huh, Bayonetta..” Sujin clears her throat and shifts around in her seat, “Uhh well, I think it’s getting a bit late no? Kinda time for me to get going.”

You purse your lips in a soft pout and nod at her, “I see.. I hope to see you again, you’re really nice and pretty.” You coo, “Jungkookie’s super lucky to have you,” Sujin appreciates your sincerity but she’s not so sure if she can look past how close you are with her boyfriend.

“You didn’t bring your car didn’t you?” Jungkook suddenly says, “C’mon I’ll drive you.” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for you take.

Sujin’s jaw nearly drops as HER boyfriend slings your purse over his shoulder and helps you up, guiding you out of the booth by a hand to your back.

“Jungkook.” Sujin snaps, “I think she’s got it don’t you think?” Her boyfriend turns to look at her, and proceeds to give her the meanest fucking mug ever. Like if she had the audacity to ruin whatever the fuck was happening in front her. “What?” Sujin raises a brow.

You look up at Jungkook with those stupid puppy eyes of yours, “I can call an uber no biggie.” You say softly.

“Hey, since our meeting was cut so short, how bout I pay for it, yeah?” Sujin smiles while whipping her phone out and pressing ‘request’, like she didn’t have that ride ready to order.

Jungkook does that thing when he’s pissed where he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, he has the audacity to have a staredown with her but Sujin doesn’t back down. “..Yeah, I’ll walk you out then y/n.”

“It was nice meeting you.” You softly say while hugging Sujin tightly before waltzing out the door with Jungkook’s hand over your hip.

Sujin has to pinch the bridge of her nose, on one hand you’re the sweetest thing ever but c’mon you can’t be THAT dense can you? Sujin would have liked you in another world where you weren’t trying to get with her boyfriend.

Sujin looks out of the window and sees Jungkook leaning against the car door while you slip into the back. He’s telling you something and you’re looking at him like he’s hung the fucking stars or something. Luckily nothing happens and Jungkook closes the door before stepping back to watch the car take off.

“Fucking prick.” Sujin mutters under her breath as she steps out with a pissed look. “What the fuck was that Jungkook, huh? You gonna sit there and lie to my face and tell me not to worry about her? Answer me.” She lightly hits his arm.

Jungkook sighs deeply, “What? Fuck are you on right now, the night was going so good I don’t see the problem here.”

His nonchalant attitude makes her seethe even more, “Jungkook, she has no fucking boundaries and you don’t seem to give a shit about that, I’m the GIRLFRIEND here but this fucking turned into me meeting you two instead of her meeting me. It’s fucking humiliating watching her put hands on my boyfriend and worse that you chose to sit with her.”

“And yet you knew I was friends with her. Literally that’s everything everyone’s been telling you before I brought you here to meet her, be prepared for how close y/n is with me. This isn’t brand new to you Sujin.” Jungkook replies while fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.

Sujin watches in disbelief as he lights it and takes a drag like nothing, “That doesn’t make it okay for her to do that though. Close or not I don’t give a fuck Jungkook, you’re either with me or you’re not.” She snaps, “So tell me now before I waste my fucking time.”

Jungkook takes his sweet time, puffing away as he watches the smoke disappear into the night sky, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Sujin tilts her head, “Okay, what?”

“It’s over.” And just like that Sujin’s jaw drops for real this time, she’s utterly gagged into silence as she watches her (now) ex-boyfriend stomp out the cigarette before turning to her with a sinister look in his eye, “Bye.” He passes without as much as a glance, leaving her silent.

Sujin turns her head and watches him leave, “What the fuck.” She whispers.

(Not even an hour later.)

“Okay, this one or this one?” You held up two different babydoll dresses—one white with delicate frills, the other silk but more of a bodycon-type but it had a cute bow on it so why not.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flick up from his phone, he stares at both of the dresses for a cool minute before nodding his head, “The white one.” He leans back with one arm on the bed and both legs spread apart (gosh him and his manspreading).

“I thought so too!” You happily say and carelessly toss it into the pile of clothes lying in your open suitcase, “Okay now help me decide between my sneakers or my ballet flats?” He doesn’t even answer cause he’s busy laughing at something on his phone.

“Jungkooookkk,” you huff irritably but this man does not look up. He just toys with his stupid lip ring while smiling down at his screen.

You let the shoes hit the ground as you quietly saunter over, slipping right into his lap with practiced ease. He doesn’t react because this is an all too familiar scene for him. He hooks his arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder, still scrolling mindlessly. “What’s up? Hm.” He murmurs.

“I needed your help choosing which shoes I should take.” You hide your face in his neck and lay one tiny kiss on it, “You’re mean.”

“Am I?” Jungkook brings you down with him when he slowly lays back on the bed. He tosses his phone somewhere and rests his arm behind his head. His free hand strokes your backside, cheekily stopping right above your ass before repeating.

Your hands settle over his toned stomach where his shirt has ridden up revealing his beautiful physique underneath. His damn Calvin Klein boxers hug him just right too, hanging low over his hips where a small amount of hair leads down…you know where..

“Mm-hm, ‘s not nice to ignore me.” You nod with a dreamy look, pillowy lips pursed (which make them much more alluring in Jungkook’s humble opinion).

Jungkook hums again and runs his hand over your ass, landing small little pats of appreciation here ‘n there, “It isn’t huh,” he trails off quietly while tattooed fingers make work of the bow tied around the front of your shorts.

You shake your head and come down so that you’re chest to chest with Jungkook, face leveled with his as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. “No,” you softly say, nimble fingers creeping under his shirt to trail up his middle with light feathery touches.

“No.” He softly mimics in a high-pitched tone that’s meant to sound like you, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, but you might wanna get a move on though cause the guys are gonna be here any minute now ‘n you don’t want them to come in and see what a desperate little thing you are? No huh,” he mock pouts while tapping your cheek.

“You’re mean! I’m not talking to you for ten whole minutes.” You huff angrily and get off his lap, “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” You’re whining again before you can even stop yourself. It makes him double over in laughter, shoulders shaking and all too.

“My bad, my bad, I didn’t realize you were still upset over the shoes.” He chuckles while sitting back up with messy hair, “C’mere I’ll make it better.” He waves his hand, “C’mere! I’m not joking!” He laughs because you look at him incredulously.

You fold your arms over your chest and turn away, “No, I have to pack remember?” You’re shoving clothes into your suitcase with a quiet huff.

“Yeah, yeah.” You don’t even notice when he comes up behind and hauls you up into his arms. Jungkook tosses you on the bed like nothing causing you to yelp in surprise as your body bounces off the mattress a little, “If I give you a kiss will you quit your fuckin’ pouting?” He smirks.

You nod vigorously, “I want one here, here, and here.” You tap different areas on your face.

“I said one, not fucking five,” he snorts while peppering your face in small smooches regardless because he could never resist a pretty girl like you, “dumb little thing you are.”

“They don’t count as real kisses.” You smugly reply.

Jungkook smirks, “Oh, and what does hm? Give your Jungkookie a kiss and show me.” Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

You’re lips locked, softly moaning as he kisses the fuck out of you. It’s the way his lips glide over yours so smoothly like you’re meant to be kissing. All you can really do is dreamily sigh while his tongue runs over the seam of your lips. Of course you let him in and the kiss gets filthier if possible.

You feel his hand slide up your back slowly until he’s hooking his finger under the strap of your flimsy sleep top. He watches in hunger as your tit slips out from under the top, perky nipple already hard as he leans down to wrap his lips around it. The pleasure is hot when his tongue presses down on the bud, he has you whimpering quietly while burying your fingers through his hair.

“Mmm–Jungkook, wait,” you breathlessly sigh while pushing his face away, “Sujin.” You softly say while playing with his hair, “What ‘bout her?”

Jungkook stares back up at you through hooded eyes, “Who?” He replies to which you grin back, “Hm, just let me enjoy your tits in peace.” He crudely mumbles before taking your nipple back into his hot mouth.

He fondles and squeezes your other tit while sucking on your rather sensitive teat. The heat between your legs is unbearable, Jungkook knew damn well why you hated having your nipples played with yet he carried on without a care. Your poor clit throbbed from neglect and your pussy was slicking up by the second, you fear a glob would slip out if he dared to switch your positions.

“J-Jungkook..!” You huff and press your thighs together hoping to alleviate some of the heat.

He pinches hard causing you to whine, it doesn’t stop him because he’s then using a hint of teeth on your sensitive bud. “Oh..!” Your mouth falls open and your back arches off the bed, thighs shaky and wobbly.

Jungkook pulls away with a string of slick connecting to your nipple, “Turn over baby,” he smacks your ass hard and jiggles your cheek, “arch that pretty back for me, yeahh like that—low.” He darkly comments while watching you turn over with your hips raised high and front flat to the bed.

He shuffles around and gets behind you holding you steady with a hand to your hip. “Pull ‘em to the side,” he says while lazily pushing his sweats down, shoving them low enough till they’re right under his balls, “How desperate are you, hm? How bad do you want this cock baby?” He grins while slapping the tip through your dewy sticky folds.

You bite your lip and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him, “Bad, need it so bad Jungkookie..feel so empty without it.” You pout while pushing back until his cock gets trapped between your thighs, the thick shaft pressing right up against your throbbing little clit.

“Yeah?” Jungkook licks his lips, “Gonna let me have it?” He murmurs as his cock slides through the mess between your thighs, globs of slick coating the shaft.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a rough smack to your ass, “Push me in baby.”

You reach back to rub his cock through your folds, tapping the tip against your needy hole until it catches. Your breath hitches as the tip pops in, he doesn’t make a move to shove himself deeper or anything—he stays perfectly still.

“Jungkook!” You turn to glare back at him, “S-Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not doing anything, if you want it you know what to do.” Jungkook grins while biting his lip, “You know what I wanna see baby, don’t play dumb.”

You grumble under your breath and slowly push your hips back until your ass meets his pelvis. There’s a low squelch as the rest of his cock slips in and as much as you would’ve loved for him to fuck you, this was also good. You pant hotly into the pillow and wiggle around with soft little ‘mm’s as Jungkook rubs his hand over your hip and holds you steady.

“There you go, bring it back for me,” he huskily mumbles while watching the ripple of your cheeks jiggle each time your ass meets his pelvis.

Little clapping noises begin to rise subtly as your pace gets quicker and quicker. You meet him thrust for thrust, there’s a low fopping sound as his balls make contact with your puckered lips, pressing right up against you each time you bottom out.

Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the sight of your pretty pink rim hugging his cock tight each time he backstrokes. His cock is covered in a sheen of slick and he swears every time he pushes back in he comes back out with more.

“So messy,” he lays his thumb over your other puckered hole, “hear that?” He grunts, “Sloppy lil cunt taking me so well, got you creaming for me.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches when his thumb accidentally slips through the tight barrier and into your ass. You loudly mewl and buck your hips in surprise, it doesn’t hurt but it feels weird..weird in a good way though.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He licks his lips, “Baby loves having her holes filled up doesn’t she?”

You moan in response and bury your face in the pillow with muffled cries. The pleasure shoots up your spine and has you curling in on yourself. Your cunt throbs like crazy now and everything somehow feels ten times better than before.

“Answer me.” Jungkook slaps your cheek rather hard.

“Mmph–y-yes..!” You whimper despite the pillow being in your mouth.

“Yea,” he laughs as he suddenly snaps his hips up, “you love it don’t you? Can’t get enough of this cock.” He plows into you with repeated thrusts, each one jostling you up the bed and sending you into a pleasure hazed mind.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Jungkook grips you by the hip with one hand and slams you back onto his cock. Your toes curl from the intensity of his cock slamming into your g-spot while his thumb fills your ass. The heat coiling in your tummy has you squirming and whimpering.

“Too much? Where you goin?” You don’t realize you’re actively moving away from him till his cock threatens to slip out, “You can take it baby, don’t run.” He laughs low while dragging you right back onto his cock.

In fact he follows you down till you’re laying flat on the bed and his thumb slips out of your puckered hole, “Gonna cum? Hm?” He lays flat over your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder, “C’mon, don’t go stupid on me.” He smacks your cheek gently a couple of times.

“Yes..!” You gasp breathily, “S-So, so close..” Your voice sounds wobbly and garbled, and the shaking in your thighs doesn’t stop.

Jungkook coos, “So close,” he buries his face in the side of your neck and leaves marks of his own there, “go on, cum on this dick.”

Your lips part and you let out a high-pitched mewl, your pussy spasms around him with your cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. Your eyes slip shut and you slump against the bed with a whine, the orgasm took the life out of you.

“Fuuckk,” he sighs as he slows down, grinding his cock in and out of the mess between your thighs, “good girl,” he groans softly until he comes to a stop and stills.

His cock throbs and twitches, spurt after spurt of cum filling you to the brim. You can feel some of it slide out with globs of your own slick. Jungkook hums deeply and gives your ass a pat of appreciation, “Shower?” He asks softly.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod still face down in the sheets.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook copies while laughing to himself as he slips out of your cunt with a lewd squelch. You don’t even have the energy to fight with him right now, you’re just ready for bed at this point.

You can’t help the little yawn that escapes as you turn your face to tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side. Whose idea was it to take a roadtrip to Busan, you don’t know but you’re barely even awake after that rough fucking.

You and Jungkook had opted to sit in the back away from everyone and enjoy each other’s company instead. Jungkook’s hand came to rest over your thigh like that’s his permanent spot.

So far the ride is peaceful, Yoongi’s managed to successfully get you all out of the city and onto the highway (thanks to Namjoon’s excellent navigation skills). In front of you Jimin’s knocked out while Taehyung watches something on his phone. Namjoon’s talking with Yoongi about something you can’t bring yourself to care for.

You can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the second and it feels like you’re about to slip into the best sleep ever when Jungkook stops you. Not literally, but it still feels like it with the way he slides his hand up your bare thigh.

“Hm?” You sleepily look up wondering what on Earth he was up to now.

Jungkook pats you, “C’mere, want you on my lap baby.” He mutters as quietly as he can.

You rub your eyes and slip yourself on to his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder and squeezing your thighs on either side of him. God bless that you chose to wear your thin sleeping shorts and slutty juicy sweater, Jungkook can just about feel your perky tits through the soft material.

“Shh.. not a peep or else I’m gonna gag you with your panties.” He mumbles low in your ear, stroking over your back to keep you calm.

“Jungkookie–”

“Jungkookie needs you to shut the fuck up, can you do that for me?” He squeezes your ass and kneads both cheeks rather roughly, “Good girl.”

“If they look, I’m not stopping. So if I were you I’d keep quiet baby, unless you want Joon and them to know how much of a cock hungry slut you are.”

He sounds so fucking calm but his words are the complete opposite, you find yourself holding in your desperate whines. “Can you..?”

“Can I what?” He slips his hand under your shorts and tugs it to the side alongside your panties, “Hm?”

You bite your lip and lift your hips, “Want something in me, I feel so empty Kook..” You breathe out and wrap your arms around his neck.

Through the drowsiness you faintly make out his soft curses as he whispers under his breath. Jungkook pokes at your slit and slips his fingers through your messy folds.

“Take my cock out,” he mumbles and you happily reach between the two of you to slip your hand into his sweats.

His cock throbs when your soft hand wraps around it, he has to bite his lip when you dig your thumb into the slit and swipe over the messy head. “Don’t tease..” He grunts with a small sharp smack to your ass.

You lift your hips and with his help manage to slip his cock through your dewy folds. You blindly slap the tip against your slicked up hole, the tip catching on your rim.

“Slow,” he sounds calm and collected but the way he swallows harshly tells you otherwise.

You bite your moans back and push yourself until your ass is meeting his thighs. The heat in your belly pools and your poor clit throbs. Is it you or the car feels hotter?

You hide your face in his neck and suck over old and new hickeys you’ve left these past days. Jungkook relaxes into the seat and sighs, luckily it doesn’t sound like it’s out of the ordinary.

“You can sleep now.” Jungkook off-handedly mumbles while closing his eyes, leaving you utterly speechless. You’re not entirely surprised given his little track record of being mean and shit.

“G’night..” You softly mumble and kiss his cheek, you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if you’re a good girl he’ll make you cum later on..yeah, that sounds amazing, you smile in your sleep and drift off into dreamland with a cunt full of cock.

“So hot..” You softly mumble while fanning yourself with a make-shift fan.

Everyone but Namjoon went out today to explore the town and shit. You opted to stay back and wait for the sun to die down to go out later. Namjoon said something about keeping you company so you didn’t mind.

Here you are laying on the ground with your legs thrown up on the couch over Namjoon’s lap. Your pretty babydoll dress rides up your thighs and you occasionally catch Namjoon’s gaze drifting down. What a sight is it to see—veiny big hands plastered over your soft ankles toying with your cherry charm anklet.

“Namjoon, if penguins are related to the bird family, how come they can't fly?” You softly say while looking at him through your lashes.

“I dunno,” He shrugs while stroking over your foot, “environmental and evolutionary reasons maybe?”

You pout and tilt your head back to watch the TV, “I think they’re cute.”

“Why don’t you find one and give it a kiss then?” Namjoon smirks in amusement, “Maybe Jungkookie can save you if it tries to attack you or something.”

“Not funny.” You whine kicking your sock-clad foot at him, but he catches it and tugs on your foot.

You squeal softly as he ends up dragging you upwards just a tiny bit, “Owie let go, you’re squeezing my freaking bone.” You giggle.

Namjoon lets your foot go with a laugh, “My bad, my bad.” He raises his hands in surrender, “You can tell your Jungkookie to kiss it all better when he comes back yeah?” He grins.

“Ugh you’re also mean.” You huff while sitting up feeling light headed cause you were laying on the ground for so long. “You and Jungkook.” You mumble and climb onto the couch with him.

Jungkook finds you two like that. You’re tangled up with Namjoon side by side, legs thrown over his lap as he strokes over your soft thigh. Namjoon’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you’re just you watching some animal documentary on the TV.

“Hey.” Jungkook greets while falling on another sofa.

“Back already,” Namjoon hums, “where’s the others?”

“Out, they went to the beach cause Jimin wanted to go. It was fuckin’ hot so I came back, we didn’t do much but walk around the tour shops and shit.”

You lift a leg in the air to admire your pretty anklet, “Did you bring me anything?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, it’s in the bag.” Jungkook replies calmly as he fishes his phone out and does whatever the hell he usually does on that thing.

With both men preoccupied with their phones you decide to head outside to sunbathe. God bless the airbnb for having a private pool. “Where you going?” Jungkook mumbles, not looking up from his screen.

“Sunbathing.” You curtly reply and head outside through the large patio doors.

It’s hot as hell but you don’t care as you kick your socks off and strip out of your babydoll dress. You happily lay your towel out on the grass and set up a mini umbrella. Once you're happy with your setup you lay on your back and slip your heart shaped glasses on.

You can hear Namjoon and Jungkook talking in the background faintly, something about Sujin but you honestly don’t bring yourself to care much. Along the lines Jungkook mentions Sujin texting him again, Namjoon says “oh shit really” and then Jungkook tells him everything.

“..giving… chance… again..?” You can’t make out the entire convo. You crack a slow smile and turn over on your belly, legs kicked up and your feet in the air as you call out to the boys.

“Can someone bring me my phone?” Your voice soft and velvety, you slip your glasses up on your head and flutter your lashes, “Please?”

Jungkook stops talking and looks over the coffee table before stepping out with your phone in hand. “Look at you all cute and shit, enjoying your sunbathing?” Jungkook asks as he squats down in front of you.

“Yep, it’d be funner if you and Joonie joined me though.” You softly hum while tilting your head up and letting Jungkook lay a kiss over your soft lips.

“Yeah..?” He murmurs low. It’s glaringly obvious you have this man wrapped around your little fingers. It’s like you didn’t even have to try with him.

“I’ll be right back.” He says and disappears into the house.

You roll over on your back with a satisfied smile, slipping your glasses back on as you hum, “The boy is mine, I can’t wait to try him,”

Maybe Jungkook’s the one trying you right now. It’s not even nine am yet..

Your thighs encase his head like a pair of soft earmuffs, he’s got his tongue dipped between your messy folds with your pussy stuffed in his face. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care though, he’s got his strong big arms wrapped around your thighs as he holds you down and makes you take it.

Your clit’s just as sensitive as every other part of you, and Jungkook just loves to make you shake. He traces the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with quick strokes. It has your lips parting and your head leaning back from the cloudy pleasure.

“Oh..” You roll your hips upward into his eager mouth, something that greatly pleases Jungkook.

He slips his tongue lower and flicks it upward to get a taste of all that creamy slick gushing from your empty cunt. You slap a hand over your mouth and whimper when he goes back to your poor clit. This time though he wraps his lips around it and gives it a harsh, mean suck.

Jungkook flicks his dark eyes up to look at you, just watching as you lose yourself on his tongue. The way your tummy goes taut and your body stiff when he grazes his teeth over your clit sends a dark thrill down his spine. He wants to see more, so he’s going to get more.

“J-Jungkook!” You cry out as he stuffs his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.

There’s a loud squelch each time he slaps his fingers up into your greedy cunt. Your pussy’s literally leaking as small dribbles of squirt oozes out with each passing second. You’re shaking, thighs struggling to stay open and not clamp down on his head. Your lower half shakes slightly from his rough movements and your pussy makes these nasty wet sounds.

“Wait,” you sob and reach down to grip his hair, “ ‘m so close..! P-Please, please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for—go, stop?

The heat in your tummy builds quickly and you’re teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stops. All at once both his fingers and mouth are gone as he pulls away while harshly panting. You can’t even complain but the intensity has your heart racing with excitement and fear.

“Okay?” He quietly asks while stroking your thigh gently.

You take a couple of seconds to catch your breath, meekly nodding as you bite your lip, “ ‘m okay.” You softly reply.

He climbs up the bed and hovers over you, necklace dangling in your face as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. “Kiss?” You softly say while parting your pillowy soft lips. He’s very much happy to oblige of course..

You lazily make out, your lips feel swollen and they’re glossy from spit. He doesn’t let you pull away, he’s quick to chase after your lips and reel you back in with a hand to the back of your neck. His hand tightly grips your hair and teasingly tugs because he knows you’re a little slut for it.

You moan into his mouth and needily press yourself closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip just so you could press your needy pussy against him. Everything feels hot and you don’t like it, Jungkook’s not helping with the way he drops his other hand down to your ass cheek, gripping it tight and using his grip to yank you even closer.

Body to body, you’re rolling your hips up to feel the tent in his boxers. It’s mouth watering when the curve of his thick cock presses into your inner thigh, so close to where you need him the most..

Jungkook tightens his grip on your hip, it’s bruising even as he presses himself into you and rubs his cock over your soaked pussy. The rough friction has your toes curling and another needy gasp escaping. He pulls away from the kiss with a wild look in his eye, he pants quietly as he shoves his boxers off and tosses them somewhere.

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he holds his heavy cock in his hand, stroking over it slowly as he looks down at your glistening cunt, “just like that..” He mumbles darkly.

You hook your arms around your thighs and pull them up to your chest so that your pussy is laid out bare for him. You bite your lip in anticipation and try your best to stay still when he taps the tip over your swollen clit.

“Look so pretty like this,” he muses as he slips his cock in inch by inch, “prettier down here too.” He grins as he lays his thumb over your clit and rubs it side to side slowly.

You let out a long “mm” as his cock fills you over and over again, filling you in the right places combined with his gentle strokes over your clit. He’s got you dripping even more as his cock re-surfaces covered with your creamy slick.

Jungkook rolls his hips into yours slowly, you can hear the quiet grunts and moans slip from his lips as he remains focused on the spot where you’re connected. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his thumb becomes jerky as he messily swipes over your bud.

You get the urge to ride the fuck out of him, he’s been nothing but doting and now you want to return the favor. Always the giver but never the receiver, and you’re going to change that.

“Jungkookie,” you softly sigh as his eyes snap up to your face, “wanna ride you,” you pout, “can I pretty please?” You purposely squeeze around his cock as he back strokes slowly.

“Yeah,” he softly breathes out and lifts you up into his lap as he switches places with you.

You huff as his cock somehow slips deeper in the new position, “No, you lay back and let me do it.” His eyes widened slightly at your demanding tone, “I wanna make you feel good too..” You pout and wiggle around in his lap.

Jungkook bites his lip and lets his hand fall to your thighs, “Fuck–okay, yeah,” he lays his head back on the pillow and swallows harshly as you smile down at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans when you turn around in his lap to ride him reverse cowgirl. He lays his hands over the fat of your ass and smacks each cheek repeatedly while you grind yourself in his lap.

Your moans spill from your lips as you arch your back and roll your hips back and forth. Behind you Jungkook sounds like he’s having the time of his life as he holds your ass tightly in both hands. The noises he makes only fuel your desire more as you rock yourself in his lap.

“Mm–fills me up so good,” you tilt your head back with a teasing smile, “can feel it so deep in my pussy.”

Jungkook growls low and spanks you harder, “Yeah? You like knowing you’re the only one taking my cock like this huh,” he smirks, “ ‘s all yours baby.”

You huff softly and look at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, “Mine only.” You nod, “Not hers,” you roughly slap your hips back, catching him off guard as he grunts, “Right?”

“Only you.” Jungkook sighs as he tugs you back so that you’re grinding over his cock the way he likes, “Always yours.” He murmurs.

You smile happily and begin bouncing in his lap, your ass claps against his pelvis as low fopping noises build up. The bed creaks a little and your skin smacks together as you get a little wild with it.

Your moans rise in volume alongside his as the two of you lose yourselves in your rough fucking. Your pussy clamps down when the tip of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly. You have to put your hands on the bed for support as you whimper and grind quickly on his lap.

“F-Fuck..” You whimper low as your thighs begin to tremble again.

Jungkook throws his head back with a low groan as he holds your hips tightly, “Fuck keep going baby, almost there,” he whispers breathlessly, “you can do it.”

You let out a cry and slam yourself on his lap until you go still as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. It’s mind blowing as your cunt tightens up and a wave of hot pleasure comes crashing down on you. You shake in his lap and whimper out a garbled version of his name.

Jungkook quietly moans as he holds you still and bucks his hips up a couple of times until he’s filling you with his cum. His cock twitches and pulses through his orgasm, dully reminding you that you’re on planet earth still and you need to come down from your high.

“My pussy hurts.” You softly whine while looking back at him.

“My pussy hurts,” he mocks softly, “but who just got the dicking of their life hm? You did.” He pokes your cheeks and brings you back so that you’re laying with him, “You okay?” He chuckles.

You hide your face in his neck and nod, “Nap now, food later?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” He grins.

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How the Pillars react to your death

Important note: all of these deaths occur during the infinity castle arc, heavy and implied spoilers. Rengoku’s reaction to your death takes place before Mugen Train! Reader’s gender is unspecified.

Warnings: this post contains spoilers for the final arc of the manga. This includes implied spoilers for various characters. Please do not read this if you don’t want to be spoiled and don’t blame me if you go ahead and read it anyways lol

A/N: I wrote this whole post in my head while showering last night and I’m honestly offended it took me 3x as long to actually write it.

Giyu

“CAWWW! DEAD! KOCHO SHINOBU AND L/N Y/N ARE DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER A CONFRONTATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO!” Giyu’s body comes to a screeching halt, Tanjiro shooting past him before falling to his knees as violent sobs wracked his body. Giyu, on the other hand, is frozen in place, a sob stuck in his throat. Shinobu’s death was a punch to the gut, but you? For the first time since Sabito had died, Giyu felt tears burning at the back of his eyes. Yet, nothing would come out, those tears wouldn’t break the barrier and slip down his cheeks. His tight throat would not let the sob escape. There was no possible way you were gone, you promised him you’d be okay. Though, childish beliefs like that reminded him of his own faults. Once again, he couldn’t protect the people he cared about. Rather than wallowing in sudden grief, he began moving again, past Tanjiro who was struggling to get back up. He needed to keep moving, if he didn’t stop, he was certain he would collapse entirely and never get up again. He couldn’t let your sacrifice go to waste.

Shinobu

Her feet barely hit the ground, body manoeuvring through the endless castle with one destination in mind. “CAWWW! DEAD! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING UPPER MOON TWO!” She stumbles, shock hitting her like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head. Her mind is racing, not willing to believe what the crow had just said to be true. You had steered away from the plan. In a desperate attempt to save Shinobu’s life you tried to defeat Upper Two yourself. Hot, angry tears are spilling down her cheeks, hand clutching her heart as she tries to understand. “Why would you do this? Why wouldn’t you take my word for it and go with Tomioka? Look what you did… you went and got yourself killed,” Yet again, Upper Two had taken something precious to her. One word flashed through her mind, alongside your beautiful face. Revenge. She would get her revenge, not only for Kanae, but for you. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll be with you soon.”

Rengoku

It’s quiet, too quiet even. You should be back by now, the sun has fully risen. Kyojuro’s heart is hammering in his chest, doom creeping up his spine. He has an unshakable bad feeling about your late arrival. His worst fears are confirmed when your crow arrives without you. “No…” breathless, as if all the air is being ripped from his lungs. “Don’t say it…” his knees are giving out as your crow lands on the wooden porch. “T-they’re gone…aren’t they?” he chokes it out, the words are as bitter and burning as bile. Your crow only caws, soft and full of sorrow, unable to share the proper message as Kyojuro begins to sob. He’s curling in on himself, crying so loudly but unable to hear it due to the intensity of the ringing in his ears. It’s a panic attack manifesting in the most intense form. He can’t fathom a world without you, nevermind having to live in one. Senjuro is rushing to his brother's aid, seeing your crow gives him more than enough information to know as tears well in his eyes.

Tengen

He’s kneeling dutifully outside of Nezuko’s room, Shinjuro by his side. His wives are inside, too stubborn to sit out and not help at all. Their excuse being that Nezuko saved his life, they owe her the same kind of protection now. You on the other hand, were too determined, leaving your retirement to fight the battle against the demon lord himself. Nothing Tengen nor his wives said could convince you to stay on the sidelines. His heart is sinking the moment your crow appears in the distance, he’d recognize it anywhere. “N-no… don’t you dare…” Tengen’s voice is cracking as it lands, Shinjuro is turning his head the other way, knowing what is to come. “Don’t you dare say they are dead…” his voice is rising in his panic, he knows the answer. The commotion has Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru running outside. The moment Hina’s eyes land on your crow, a violent sob escapes her chest, falling to her knees as Makio and Suma come to the same conclusion. “T-they’re dead…aren’t they?!” Makio sobs, Tengen can’t raise his head as your crow delivers your final message.

Mitsuri

She’s frozen in place as a crow comes directly for her, fear is ebbing through her body, a cold sweat forming on her brow. She knows the message before the crow can even utter it. “No! Go back! I don’t want to hear it!” Obanai is frozen beside her, grabbing her arm so she doesn’t collapse. The crow circles around her, cawing woefully as she begins to cry. “I-I don’t want to know! Don’t tell me!” she’s hiccupping as Obanai tries to pull her forward, they need to keep moving. “Mitsuri…” his voice is surprisingly soft, the crow is still circling overhead. “We need to hear the message…” she shakes her head, hands coming up to cover her ears as tears slip down her cheeks. The crow caws again, Obanai signals for it to deliver the message. “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON ONE!” The crow continued on about who lived and who died, what was important is that upper moon one was dead. That didn’t matter to her though, no she couldn’t even hear the rest of the message over the ringing in her years. Mitsuri let Obanai tug her along, they needed to keep moving at whatever the cost.

Muichiro

“CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD!” He keeps running, uncertain as to why he feels a tightness in his chest at the crow’s message. “THEY DIED DURING A CONFLICT WITH UPPER TWO!” He’s still moving, more so concerned over his unexpected and overwhelming sadness. Why am I sad? I don’t even remember that name… but then your kind smile is flashing before his eyes and the world is crashing down around him. He comes to a screeching halt, eyes wide as he finally pieces together the message. “y/n…” how could he ever forget? Before he realizes it, he’s sniffling. Tears blur his vision for a moment before he blinks them away. He begins to move again, the sadness gripping his chest is slowly fading, fading until he can’t even remember why he got teary eyed in the first place. He needs to remember the task at hand… where was he heading again?

Obanai

The flapping of wings catches him off guard, head craning upwards as the crow begins to caw. The noise is full of sorrow, which can only mean it bears bad news. “Obanai…” Mitsuri is watching the animal circle above them, her heart pounding erratically at the endless possibilities of the message it may share. “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED IN BATTLE AGAINST UPPER MOON ONE!” Obanai’s feet are slowing, hitting the floor beneath him with a little too much force as the message rings through his head over and over. “N-no… oh… Iguro I…” Mitsuri is crying, staring at the man beside her as the world seems to cave in on him. It’s as if everything is in slow motion for a few beats in time. The words the crow uttered felt foreign, your name paired with ‘dead’ didn’t make any sense in his mind. It was impossible really, there was no way you were dead. You had gone to face Upper One with Gyomei, Sanemi, Muichiro… four hashira against upper One and you didn’t make it? You were so strong… no the message can’t be correct. “Kanroji… let’s keep moving.” he’s turning it off, every swelling emotion is being suppressed as he takes off again. Mitsuri is left with no choice but to wipe her tears and follow.

Sanemi

Upper Moon One is standing before him, Gyomei at his side. This battle needed to be won, if not, everything would be lost. The demon before him needed to be put down, there was no other option. He’s talking, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. Rather, Sanemi is gauging every vital point he can strike and how to go about doing it. “CAWW! I BRING A MESSAGE!” he doesn’t glace up, nothing that crow could say would be able to break his focus. “L/N Y/N IS DEAD!” except for that. Sanemi inhales deeply, eyes widening significantly as he debates on if he heard the message correctly. “THEY DIED DURING AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO! UPPER MOON TWO IS NOW DEAD!” it feels as if all the air in the room had been sucked away with the crow’s flapping wings. Upper One no longer seemed smug about the message after the addition of Upper Two being defeated. Beside him, Gyomei is crying. Sanemi doesn’t realize it, but so is he. He’s oblivious to the hot, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. Still, his patience remains intact, waiting for Gyomei’s signal to attack the high ranked demon. Now, he has absolutely nothing to lose. Kagaya is gone, now you are gone, it is likely the rest of the Hashira wouldn’t make it out of this… he has nothing left to fight for.

Gyomei “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING MUZAN!” Tears flow freely as he fights, part of him wishes he hadn’t been able to hear the message in the first place. You had met the unfortunate fate of encountering Muzan himself. It was likely that you were alone, if you weren’t, you were likely the strongest in your group. It pained him, knowing you likely died a brutal death. That pain fueled his attacks, taking every ounce of heartbreak and despair out on the demon before him. You didn’t deserve that, nobody deserved a fate that cruel. He keeps moving, mind reeling yet completely focused. It’s as if he is fighting in a bubble, the world muffled around him yet perfectly clear all at once. Too many emotions are raging through his soul to really pinpoint just one of them. He can only hope you’ll wait for him on the other side, he can only pray you’re watching over him at this very moment. Guiding him, giving him strength. “I’ll meet you again soon, don’t worry. I promise I won’t keep you waiting much longer. Wait for me, please? You will, won’t you?”

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Geto was loved even in death.

Wouldn’t it be nice if he were judged by his intentions in the afterlife - wherever that was? He had suffered living with the love he had. We see through the eyes of those left behind, that the ill deeds didn’t define him, as strange as that may be to us as readers in the real human world we live in. Geto’s influence and loving nature were far reaching; Gege certainly made him so treasured by many even after his death. If Gojo was touched by his caring influence, this was also Geto’s will he passed onto his students.

NOT spoiler-free as I’ll be referring to the recent chapter, 255.

I wrote this the other day:

And honestly it’s long enough; here’s part 2.

Is it obvious I’m suffering from brainrot? All my drafts from jjk brainrot are rivalling my thesis/dissertation from way back (lol)

Here is more under the cut:

I’m really moved by the reasons for why Miguel and Larue have decided to join in the risky fight against Sukuna.

It’s very obvious that Miguel is reluctant at first. He says he he’d rather terrible curses arrive at his shores than to fight with Sukuna, adding that he doesn’t see himself having any ties with Japan any longer.

We can deduce that this was part of Gojo’s plan for the possibility that he dies/loses, and I had a post about this saved in my drafts - but I guess I never got around to finishing it. Basically, in sum, he will achieve giving Geto a cremation (avenging him) and gets to show off to his students (which he does enjoy) by going all out (soo satisfying), and in the worst case scenario, he loses but gets to go all out, weakens Sukuna (for the rest to handle), and idk if he really is that romantic (so it’s really stsg headcanon fantasising) he will die on the same day as Geto.

The Opening theme is rather beautiful in that it interprets Gojo having the words, “we’ll meet again” stuck in his throat, which he doesn’t say. But I’m a bit weird and tend to separate anime from manga. But it’s worth noting that here.

I digress. Back to Miguel and Larue who have moved to speak privately without Yuta.

In a previous post I wondered aloud about what Yuta knew about Geto from others aside from being villainous and I guess this implies he doesn’t know much, since he wasn’t close to Miguel enough to sit around to chat with them. It makes sense.

Miguel and Larue both agree they followed Geto in jjk 0 because they wanted to see him become King. What does this even mean, really? Gege, you’re missing stuff out again!

Nevertheless, we understand how reluctant Miguel was. He enquires that Larue intends to do, clarifying: is it for revenge or to take Geto’s body back?

And it seems like their main motivation for putting their lives on the line... is to honour Geto’s memory. Like a traditional ritual one makes for the dead (customary in Japan on death anniversaries - not limited to the year, but also number of days).

It’s incredibly moving how much they love him. This is actually what led Miguel to reconsider. We see him go silent as he thinks “...” before he reaches a moment of clarity/a decision.

Tbh I have issues with interpreting his statement in between the two panels (re: hell) in Japanese - it doesn’t directly indicate if he is referring to the former part of the conversation (whether he thinks Geto is in hell), or the latter (he thinks the battle will be hell). The phrasing goes like this: “no matter how I think about it: it’s hell.” - I’m not a native speaker so it’s difficult for me to be certain which is right. But the consensus is as translated above. Larue thinks Geto is in heaven, Miguel thinks it’s hell, and we see the airport scene where presumably Haibara and Riko with Kuroi have been there for over a decade. lol. Who knows!

So the bottom line is… regardless of where they think Geto ends up in the afterlife, Miguel is willing to give Geto a send off that’ll even reach hell. Or, despite it going to be hellish, he will do it. It also seems so heartwarming how they still emphasise family and friendship in wanting to fight together - perhaps things we can surmise had meant something to Geto.

They will fight Sukuna because it is for Geto. Geto was so loved that they would risk themselves - not for a title, not for revenge, but out of … love. Again. That’s pretty damn loving. Can we imagine what Geto did and was to them, for them to experience such loyalty and reverence?

Sadly, it goes without saying that Geto’s body being used as a vessel and puppet by Kenjaku has possibly evoked an emotional response by those who cared for him - namely Mimiko and Nanako, and also Gojo. Arguably, even if it were a death without his body being hijacked, Gojo did refuse to cremate his body or have it processed “by the book” of jjk high through Shoko. If that’s not out of a form of love (or “consideration” as Kenjaku put it), I don’t know what is.

The twins went against what Geto wanted for them (to carry out his will) to fight against immensely power beings in hopes they could bring him home. Those were their reasons to fight. Gojo scheduled 24th December - this was after he teleported to Kenjaku immediately upon unsealing so he could bury Geto. We saw Larue and Miguel’s. Toshihisa is alleged to be quite weak, and despite potentially being considered a son to Geto (if his life situation did mimic that of the twins’ - source: jjk character book), he opts to follow the inherited will as prescribed by Geto.

It’s all love. Geto was loved, I’m telling you. I want to shout if off the rooftops because that man just looked so darned sad and deranged after he lost it.

So. Continuing where I left off: Everyone thus far has had a reason to go into battle with Sukuna. I wonder what / who will actually reach him? I hope it’s Yuji ... and that Megumi will react again at some point. They have their own themes relating to love and purpose. I’ll leave them to someone else more familiar with their characters to write about!

And now I’m going offside quite a bit, but it’s still of relevance to Geto and the theme of love that seems to surround him. Way back to jjk 0 and Hidden inventory.

I wanted to just bring this into the picture as well now that I’m already writing a post on that topic, but please feel free to stop if you’re bored now.

So. Jjk 0!

There were direct parallels with Yuta & Rika and Gojo & Geto. This was also confirmed by the director when discussing their vision for the movie. The light novel also drew a link between Geto and Yuta where they were described as being too sincere for this world.

There is a direct theme of love - the type, is open to interpretation.

Kenjaku also makes reference to this in the Shibuya arc. So to me, it remains relevant. Love in its many forms is somewhere in what Gege wishes to convey thematically.

Within jjk 0, Geto seemed to pursue power but this was also a symbolism where power = love. It is twisted. In light of recent events, we know that the pursuit of power leads to the dilution and even absence of love. Love that gives birth to power becomes cursed. So it seems.

As we know, Yuta bound his lover to himself to gain power.

If only he had Rika (metaphor for love: Gojo) he probably wouldn’t have had to skulk around the shadows consuming curses which he hated doing. Geto was lamenting on the past in the above panels. He probably was determined to carry on, as he vouched to give it all he got (Haibara’s last words to him echoing here).

A flashback to the past:

Geto doesn’t do things in half-measures. To avoid hypocrisy, and I headcanon that it was a merciful killing to protect them from him, he kills his parents. To die by his hands than to be used as a pawn to get to him. For them to see the horrors their son could be capable of. It is so very wrong, and we can see the twisted nature of his love in this interpretation.

And Gojo delivers the ultimate blow that leads to Geto reflecting - depicted by the mysterious ellipses “…..” (gege really likes the reader to work hard huh) - insinuating it is impossible for Geto, so don’t even bother trying. The blossoming possibility of discourse was nipped, as the strength differential was implied - you’re the strongest now, whereas it used to be “we”. There was no more place for Geto; it was probably a misunderstanding. Gojo was protecting everyone in his own way, and the only way he knew how.

For power, Gojo was a source - but Geto couldn’t do that in Shinjuku, nor earlier in the arc, when Gojo himself was on the brink of insanity and deferred to Geto about annihilating humans as he held Riko’s dead body. Geto in the scene above acknowledges their different paths they needed to take - Gojo had a place as part of the elite at the school - Geto was already facing an execution order.

And after hearing Gojo’s condescending tone in an emotionally-fuelled attempt to reach out to him. He turns away to protect his friend from himself, and himself from his friend. Anyway, I touched on this in my previous post. Geto feels they had fought and didn’t deserve a place next to Gojo. But deep inside, even his body remembers the sound of Gojo’s voice, reacting to it when called despite his soul no longer being there.

sigh. Moving on... back to jjk 0:

After witnessing the bonds through willingness to sacrifice and the love between these students, Geto was really moved. Gojo trusted Geto retained his sense of humanity / love / idealism - even if it would lead to him sacrificing himself.

He was finding it difficult anyway:

He could always empathise with love. I suspect he tried his best, but the binding vow for Yuta’s life was also just the cherry on top to make Rika super saiyan.

Kenjaku knew Geto probably could’ve won though, had he been more selfish.

Geto conceded without a fight with Gojo. Maybe it was a matter of trust in that they both knew his living on borrowed time. As the light novel insinuated, this was the only way it could ever end. And Gojo would have to carry the curse that was Geto. This seems... so cruel.

He did his best. He perhaps always wanted the love but set it free.

He did so many things for others in spite of himself, in sacrificing himself, in staining himself with blood drenched hands.

Avenging Riko by killing Sonoda. Note how manipulative “humans” are by using Jujutsu rules against them.

He embraces a life of smoke and daggers. Living in lies and half truths in order to live, survive, and find justice in a wicked world.

Watch me closely, I’ll protect you, I’ll avenge you, this is how you protect yourself.

This is the path I’ve chosen.

I’m not saying he was right or justifiable. His character is just tragic. The system had set him and others to fail.

The worm foreshadows Geto’s maternal nature. Calling him “okaasan”. I mean, this very worm had a binding vow with Toji. And now it calls for a new owner? I’m not sure if Gege had anything else in mind with this... is the womb protrusion domain Geto’s? But that’s tied to a sorcerer’s soul…. Anyway, I digress again. (Sorry). Geto did have a martyr complex and was written captivatingly well by Gege. The extra touches where how he has been perceived by others and the effect he has (and continues to have) on those we see.

And I just want to leave this heartbreaking thing here:

Source from twitter/now X:

Wouldn’t it be so sweet for Geto to get one (love declaration) at the end of his life, regardless of the way you perceive Gojo and Geto’s relationship?

Wouldn’t it be nice for him if he could know that his family who he instructed to flee had all loved him, adored him, and would honour his sacrifice in differing ways...

Instead, a form of love meant his body was desecrated and used by Kenjaku. His girls were killed, and his full potential was not quite realised at all.

If only things were different.

Gojo should have kept him in his basement!

But at least, I think, Gege is giving Geto some love even after his death.

For that I’m thankful.

And thanks for reading if you made it this far with my rambling!

If you want something more light hearted I have a fluffy fic up on AO3 (it isn’t great but i enjoyed writing it to fantasise about what happens at the airport) and if you want more angst and pain, please browse my tags (lol).

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[Hellsing] Female Fans' Round-Table Discussion

A 6-page interview from the 2012 Hellsing Official Guidebook, featuring five grown-ass women chatting about Hellsing in a casual discussion format and translated into English for the first time ever by yours truly.

Honestly this was way more entertaining to read than I thought it would be. It’s also really funny seeing this super-casual discussion printed in the book right alongside Hirano's—-oh who am i kidding, this is 10x more professional and less deranged than whatever goes on in Hirano’s interviews.

Anyway, without further ado...

Does Hellsing have little to no female fans? Nay! Assembled before you are five women with an undying love for the series. Let’s see their passion for this work show itself as they butt heads!

Is the female fanbase just hiding itself or what?

Moderator: Now then, everyone, let’s start off with introductions.

Ms. T: I am Ms. T. I’ve been walking the path of an otaku since middle school, and it’s already been ● years since then. How do I put this, all of you seem like fairly normal people…

Everyone: Oh no--rest assured we are all otaku as well. (laughter)

Ms T: Oh, really? (laughs) Anyway, I’ve continued to love manga for all this time. Thank you for having me.

Ms J: I’m Ms J. I was already at a decent age when Hellsing began serialization, but to create something so enticing-- as expected of Hirano-sensei! (laughs). This is the kind of manga I’d better buy and collect, I thought.

Ms A: Out of today’s gathering, I’m probably the one who became an otaku at the oldest age. (laughs) My friend told me, “Hellsing is a manga that really crazy people read”, so at first I couldn’t get around to starting it. But around the time volume 8 came out, I binge-read it, and it was so interesting that I couldn’t help but get obsessed.

Ms R: I’m probably the youngster in this group. By the time Hellsing started serialization, I was just entering middle school. [T/N: That makes her 27 at the time of this interview.]

Of course we didn’t really have the term "edgy-teen syndrome" back then, but around me the manga was definitely gaining popularity in that edgy teen fashion. One of my best friends was obsessed with Hellsing and I’d borrow it after they finished reading it, and I got addicted too.

Moderator: I’m under the impression that the female readership for Hellsing is overwhelmingly small, but…

Ms J: Nah, I think they’re just hiding. I mean, it’s not like you’d talk about Hellsing to someone in passing. You wouldn’t suddenly say, “Y’know, Alucard is…”

Everyone: True. (laughs)

Ms J: There isn’t much opportunity to bring it up, or perhaps you could say it’s a hard topic to bring up to the general public.

Ms A: Like how you can’t have a pork-and-rice bowl first thing in the morning or something.

Ms J: Yeah, like that. Actually, among my circle of female otaku friends, everyone has read Hellsing.

Ms T: Among manga fans, Kouta Hirano is well-understood.

Ms J: Any fan of manga who doesn’t know Kouta Hirano is a faker!

Ms T: Disregarding whether you’ve properly sat down and read his works or not, I feel like it’s impossible for a manga enthusiast to not have at least heard of Hirano-sensei. But we are talking about manga fans in general, and the range of tastes is so broad. If someone were to say to me “I’m a fan of Kouta Hirano”, only then I would be like, “Oh, so I can talk comfortably with this person”.

Moderator: It’s a good litmus test to use. (laughs)

Ms A: It’s only when you broach the topic of Kouta Hirano that you can finally talk about Hellsing. You can’t go straight from “So I hear you like manga” to “So, about Hellsing…”, lol.

Ms J: If you met someone for the first time and you go “So I heard you like manga? What about Hellsing?” that’s like coming straight for their throat with a knife. (laughs)

Moderator: Even as a gauge to see how much of an otaku your opponent is, it’s a bit too much to try and break the ice with Hellsing.

The wonders of dialogue

Ms J: Speaking of the good points of Hellsing, I think it’s that it doesn’t get overly preachy. You can see this starting from Cross Fire, but you really get the sense that everyone’s equally crazy here.

Ms A: I can see that. No one is on the side of justice. Like the Major, he’s a nasty little guy. The type of guy who would casually twist off an ant’s legs or something like that.

Ms J: That Major, his beta male levels are literally off the charts.

Everyone: (bursts into laughter)

Ms J: Actually, something that caught my interest about the setting is that only virgins can become vampires. In the first place, I don’t think European vampire lore makes that kind of distinction.

Ms T: Father Anderson is probably a virgin, since he has religious reasons for celibacy. Though it might depend on religious sect. I wonder if there’s a meaning behind this concept of chastity?

Ms J: The idea of chastity is valued in the Hellsing universe as well.

Ms A: Right, since if you aren’t a virgin you become a ghoul, and then it’s game over and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Ms R: Speaking of which, Integra’s a virgin, too.

Ms T: Integra being a virgin is an important part of the story.

Ms J: In my personal opinion, the best couple is definitely Alucard and Integra.

Ms R and Ms A: I was going to say the same!

Ms T: Integra and Alucard call each other “Count”, don’t they? You know, in a previous life it’s possible that Integra was a man. Perhaps Alucard is seeing the Count Hellsing of the past through Integra. Thinking about that possibility makes a girl’s heart flutter. Not to mention Integra’s appearance leans towards that of a man— Ah, it’s just so peak! [T/N: I'm not being facetious, 盛り literally means peak]

Ms A: Those who want to read a male/female romance can enjoy doing so, and for people who like BL, there are plenty of elements that can be enjoyed as BL also. I feel like the reason you can enjoy both things is because the relationships that are depicted are not constrained purely to sexual love.

Ms J: For those who like to read into the BL aspect, there are lots of fight scenes that can’t be ignored, can they? Particularly in the endgame. Like Girlycard and Young Walter, that was...really something.

Moderator: That part was just unfair! I mean, after getting captured by Millennium and going M.I.A., all that anticipation was building and building, and for Walter to be reintroduced like that!

Ms J: When I got to that part I was like, “Man, Hirano-sensei really did his best to keep all that stuff pent-up for so long". For both Walter and Girlycard, I mean.

Moderator: Speaking of Girlycard, I get the feeling that the idea for her was in place since the early stages of story development.

Ms J: I wonder about that… on the other hand it seems like it was a very spontaneous decision. (laughs)

Ms A: Even if the story developments feel spontaneous, I feel like the characters' settings are polished to a high degree from the beginning. Even though a new character suddenly appears out of nowhere, you end up following along without feeling a sense of discomfort. In Hirano-sensei's mind, I'm sure that each character is cultivated with an equal amount of attention. After that it's just a matter of deciding what situations the character will appear in.

Ms J: Each character is excellently molded to their place in the story. Even though normally it should be very challenging to create characters that would fit in this sort of world. (laughs) From the moment of their introduction, they are already dyed in Hirano's unique brand, and you can tell that Hirano understands them well.

Ms R: After all, characters from his past works before Hellsing make appearances in the manga, so you get the feeling that these are ideas that have been stewing in his head for a long time.

Moderator: And within Hellsing too, these characters grow and develop. Like Maxwell--he started out as a mere brat, but then he went full tryhard mode and developed that cunning and pretentious side to him.

Everyone: (leans forward) Yeah, that's right!!

Ms J: --And he had that past with Anderson, didn't he? I was like "Hold on a sec, a flashback scene now, are you kidding me"? Even though I knew that a flashback is basically a death flag, I couldn't help but love it. (laughs)

Ms A: At the final moment, Maxwell called Anderson "Sensei", a reversal of their dynamic thus far. Up until then there were hints of foreshadowing, but nothing definite. But with that single word you could feel the adoration Maxwell had felt for Anderson when he was a child... It's amazing how potent that line was. The timing of delivery was excellent, too.

Ms R: Up until that point Maxwell was portrayed as nothing more than a snob, but the truth is there were reasons why he became that way.

Ms T: Hirano-sensei is very skilled at depicting relationships between men.

The beauty of composition

Ms A: In Hellsing, there aren't any characters that go too far beyond the range of normal anatomy.

Even with regards to enemies and such, there aren't any massively gargantuan or bulky characters. Everyone is more or less normal. And yet, there is so much impact in the poses that it leaves you with a strong impression. Those standout panels just radiate style-- so much so that anyone with an eye for art will be impressed by them, I think.

Ms T: The paneling is relatively simple, but the composition sense of each panel is amazing.

Ms R: I love the stuff like Rip Van's silhouette. The balance between her and the musket is super cool. Even though something that size in real life would be impractical to shoot, it looks so cool that it's like, "Who cares!"

Ms A: Fight scenes that should have a lot of movement are instead surprisingly depicted with still frame shots, and they have a beauty to them reminiscent of paintings. It makes me want to stare at the same handful of panels for a long time. Calling it aesthetic beauty might be a bit of an exaggeration, but...

Ms T: Not an exaggeration at all, I think there is a lot of aesthetic beauty. For me, when I look at Hirano-sensei's artwork, I'm reminded of ukiyo-e paintings. And in the movement, I sense a bit of kabuki theater.

Moderator: Each panel is created with beauty in every nook and cranny, so as to work as a standalone illustration.

Ms R: The way shadow and blood is depicted is so good, isn't it? It really makes full use of the monochrome medium.

Ms A: When I was reading the scene in volume 8 when Cromwell Level 0 is released and soldiers are unleashed in hordes, it reminded me of a medieval copperplate engraving. The plot developments in that moment were so interesting, and the density of the illustrations so rich, that simply staring at them was enjoyable.

Ms T: It really draws you in, doesn't it? In other manga that have very detailed art styles, the realism makes it feel similar to a liveaction movie. But Hirano's works are 100% "manga", I would say. In that sense, none of it is realistic at all. But that's why it's possible to achieve poses and compositions that are impossible with photography, and that's why he can portray things I didn't even know I would want to see.

The position of women in Hellsing

Moderator: To all of you, was there a scene where you were like, "This scene right here is where I became obsessed"?

Ms J: So this is my personal taste, but I liked the setup of the handsome lady Master and the handsome male Servant. I like butlers, too. So once those three conditions were satisfied, I was like, "This is a good manga". The part where I was like "This is a really good manga" was when Anderson was introduced. At first, I was thinking this would be a story where Alucard dotes upon Seras and raises her up as a vampire, but then we were introduced to a Catholic priest from the same religion, yet who aims to defeat the protagonists...

Ms A: You can't deny the impact of Anderson. The only thing he wants to do is "exterminate vampires". While characters in Hellsing may undergo sudden changes, they never waver. They race from their introduction to their final chapter with just as much momentum as when they were first introduced. Not only is it satisfying to read, you won't be disappointed. As long as your favorite character appears, you can focus all your attentions on them, and before you know it you'll have binge-read to the last chapter. (laughs)

Ms T: For me, the scene when Integra discovers Alucard in the basement, and Alucard was revived with her blood is when I became hooked. While it is an expected development for vampire stories, that part of the story was very beautiful. And afterwards, I loved the tender portrayal of Seras's growth. Among ero-guro media, there are many works that portray women in a demeaning manner, but Hellsing is not one of them.

Ms A: In Hellsing, there is no distinction in the roles that are assigned to men and women.

Ms J: Indeed, women fight and stand on the front lines. And it feels natural.

Ms R: To tell the truth, when I first started reading Hellsing, I thought Integra was a man. And, for some reason it felt overly pandering [T/N: I assume she means pandering to fujoshi] and I just couldn't get into it. But then I realized Integra was a woman, and I was like "Oh, so it's a female/male master-servant relationship! I'm sorry for making such a weird assumption!" (laughs) I feel like it's important that Integra is a woman.

Ms T: In volume 1 there were moments where Integra was told incredulously, "You're a woman?", but in those moments I always felt that, ironically, being called a "woman" was what made her so much more cool. In Hellsing, you get the feeling that all characters are loved by the creator regardless of being male or female, enemy or ally. There are many standout characters among the villains, for example.

Ms J: Each character showcases their individuality in their fighting style as well.

Ms A: I love that Rip Van is this scrawny girl with long limbs, who wields an old-fashioned musket-- it gives off a really fantastic impression. The fact that a girl is given that kind of position, without it feeling offensive. When men draw female characters there tends to be a bit of double standards going on, or it can feel cloying or annoying depending on the scenario, but I don't feel that in Hellsing.

Ms J: Far from being annoying, the depictions of women feel unique and cool in their own way.

Ms A: You're right. Traditionally, female characters are accompaniments to the hero, aren't they? But Integra takes the lead, and while Seras is supported by those around her, she moves according to her own choices. Even among the female villains, they are given important roles that they carry out to the end, so you can read while feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Points you would recommend to other women

Ms T: Doesn't the series in general have a sort of sensuality?

Ms J: It does. As it gets nearer and nearer to the endgame, even the fight scenes show more tenderness. It's like a "They love each other, therefore they trade blows" vibe that feels erotic.

Ms R: When Alucard returned to London in volume 8, it felt pretty romantic.

Ms T: On the other hand, the explanations about weapon specs that pop up everywhere seem very male-oriented. I guess this is what you call the author's hobby.

Ms J: Speaking of the author's hobby, I feel like the fact that Walter is an old man is one of them. If you think about it purely in terms of reader appeal, there should have been no problem if Walter was young from the beginning. I get the impression that he was like, "If you're going to add a butler, it better be an old geezer". Ahh-- the more I reread, the more I feel like I discover new things.

Moderator: There is plenty more we weren't able to talk about, but to close us off, please appeal to the women who haven't read Hellsing yet as to why they should read the series.

Ms A: The female characters are so full of life, so why not give it a try mainly for the female characters?

Ms T: You can read it together with your boyfriend! There are lots of battles and weapons that guys would like, and there's no nasty relationship drama, so it might actually be a big hit among couples.

Ms J: "Look at Integra and Alucard, honey, they're just like us!" or something? (laughs)

Ms R: When you think of vampire media, you might be inclined to imagine something campy and whimsical. But even though there's a lot of absurdism at play, the world is based on real historical facts. So I want to recommend it broadly, even to those that don't normally enjoy fantasy.

Ms T: I feel like Hellsing is like a very strong liquor. At first you might feel that the taste is overwhelming, but once you get used to it, it becomes delicious.

Ms J: Please go in with zero expectations and give it a read.

Moderator: Thank you all for your time today!

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Link to the raw scans (which are not mine). Feel free to spread and repost my translation to other sites.

#hellsing #kouta hirano #integra hellsing #seras victoria #alucard #i’ve seen the “AxI as yuri” interpretation before but “AxI as yaoi” is new to me… anon is doing some 10000 iq 4d chess maneuver there #I was debating whether to use Girlycard or “Lolicard” like in the original jp but the former is more popular in the eng speaking fandom #it makes sense but Girlycard/Walter being classified as BL is hilarious to me #j anon is a real mood #my translation

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itjazzbicch · 11 months

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The Grim Future

Pairing: KindaSoft!Bonten Mikey x TimeLeaper!Fem Reader

Summary: Making a promise to Mikey twelve years ago, thinking their dreams and futures are now secured, the reader leaps back into the future, finding out that things didn't go to plan like she thought it would...

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS! Swearing, Reader has a panic attack, Some kissing (Doesn't get heavier than that), flashbacks! (they are italicized!)

(also the gif in the text means it's a time skip to the future! I just wanted it to look cool lol)

Word Count: 1.6k

"Stay by my side, Y/N. Guide me and when I start to drift away, keep me on the right path."

Mikey needed a good friend to be by his side considering the lives that we chose to live. I was more than willing to be that friend for him.

"I will always be by your side, Mikey," Wrapping arms, I laid my shoulder on his head, softly interlocking hands, "I will never leave you and make sure we live the best lives we can."

*ding*

In a quick flash, I had no idea where I was. My eyes wandered to see that I was in an elevator. Freezing as I realized two men were standing next to me. One with short purple hair slicked to the side. The other with a mullet, both in suits.

They looked so familiar, the elevator continued to ding while I was retracing my memories, trying to remember where I'd seen them from, then the Valhalla fight popped into my mind.

Ran and Rindou?

Why the hell was I with them? Where the hell were we? Looking down at my shaking hands, I was in a red dress and heels. I never used to dress this way. What was going on?

I thought that my last conversation with Mikey saved our future, that when I came back to the future, everything would be perfect.

But, something was wrong with all of this.

"Quiet today, princess," Ran's voice confirmed my assumption as to who they were and since I didn't know what was happening, I only said:

"I just zoned out a little."

When he turned to me, a smirk on his face, I noticed the tattoo on his throat. Izana? That's what it looked like. Izana's earrings.

"You keep calling her princess and the boss is going to kick your ass," Rindou chuckled at him, seeing his face and noticing that he had the same tattoo.

The boss? I was still a part of a gang that Ran and Rindou joined too?

When the elevator finally stopped, I stayed quiet and followed along. I wasn't sure where we were either, but we had to have been in a skyscraper considering how far up we were. Ran and Rindou lead me to two huge doors, opening to see a wall of windows, high in the sky, some guy with pink hair at the window.

His reflection showed scars along his mouth, feeling heavy anxiety as I realized that it was Sanzu.

Next to him was a desk, someone sitting in it with their back turned, standing as Rindou stepped up and said:

"We took care of everything you asked for, Mikey."

Mikey?!

I was shaking, seeing the tattoo they all had on the back of his neck as he rose from the chair, turning and mumbling:

"Good."

Mikey looked like a shell of his former self, with circles under his eyes, and seemed to be emotionless. How did things end up like this?

Not knowing anything, I could only stay quiet and nod along with them as I learned that Mikey lead a gang, Bonten. The deadliest, most infamous in the country considering all the activities they were talking about.

While they weren't paying attention, I was able to keep my phone hidden, looking up some things about the gang, and all the things I saw from the news and police had me ready to curl up and cry.

Thankfully, Mikey dismissed everyone, I thought that I had to leave too. I needed to. I needed to find Chifuyu. Draken. Someone from the old gang, even if they didn't know that I was a time leaper like Chifuyu and Draken did.

Walking in heels while shaking like a leaf was already killing my feet, let alone when I was suddenly stopped, Mikey's hand pulling me back:

"Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry," I swallowed, trying to think of an excuse, "We all had a long talk so, I figured you'd want some time to yourself."

Shaking his head, he pulled me back, sitting me on his lap, learning more as he whispered, "You're second in command and my girl. You're the only one who can do what they want."

His girl? Second in command? I was a part of all this?!

I tried my best to hide my quick breaths. The more I learned, the harder it was to breathe, the quicker my heart raced, unable to hide my shaking.

"Today stressful?" Squeezing my hip, he felt my shaking; swallowing another breath, I only nodded, chest hurting from shooting blood pressure as he turned my head to face him, "It's okay."

Overwhelmed couldn't even describe how I felt when his lips met mine, lazy in his kiss, and with my eyes closed, attempting to process everything, I could feel the Mikey that I last remembered, letting him guide me to straddle him, but pulling back because I needed to breathe.

Opening my eyes slowly, seeing his face up close, all the marks and features that he didn't have before showed that these past twelve years, a lot of bad things happened.

Not knowing, tears were rolling down my cheeks.

I failed. I failed miserably. Things weren't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to keep Mikey on a good path. Not be a part of a real criminal organization.

The longer I stared into his eyes, the more I started crying and he couldn't ignore it:

"Did something happen today? Why are you crying?"

He was kind enough to clean my cheeks, but I was choking on my words, throat tightening from holding back my cries:

"I-I'm j-just, stressed. Bathroom?"

Looking around, I needed to be alone. Thankfully, he understood, pointing to a door and I rushed in, locked the door, and tried my hardest to keep my cries low.

Scrolling through my contacts, no numbers were saved at all. Panicking, sliding my finger quicker and harder, I was trying to see if I recognized Chifuyu's number, but it wasn't there.

Breathing and thinking for a second, I finally remembered, but when I called, it wasn't in service anymore.

"Shit!" Throwing my phone, I was breaking down, not wanting to be too loud because I'm sure that my behavior was suspicious to everyone.

Splashing some water over my face, I tried to look at the positives of this situation. I had to have connections, I could make some time for myself and try to find Chifuyu in person. I just needed the time to sit and think.

Unfortunately, I didn't have that time, knocks on the bathroom door:

"Y/N?"

At least he was caring and checking on me. It seemed that I was the only person he cared about. Hurrying to dry my face, I opened the door, apologizing again:

"I'm sorry. You know that I let my emotions get the best of me sometimes."

"I know, baby," He sighed, standing closer as I shut the door so that my back was against the door, his whisper making my anxiety shoot up again, "But I know that you're hiding something from me."

I loved Mikey, and I wanted to make our futures better so that we could be truly happy, but I couldn't tell him the truth, especially not now.

The silence was the scariest thing I've heard, only making me more scared as I had to lie:

"I'm not, Mikey."

His eyes were dark like a bottomless pit. Not able to tell if he believed me or not. As much as I wanted to cry again, I held it in, just hugging him and asking nervously:

Can we just go lay down and cuddle or something? I think that I just need some sleep."

"Alright," Clinging to his arm, I followed him into the same building, realizing that it was some kind of penthouse.

It was nice and the bedroom was huge, heading into a walk-in closet to see that I was very spoiled. That closet could pass as a clothes store, but I saw Mikey's side and took one of his shirts and found some shorts.

He was already in bed when I came back, failing at suppressing my anxiousness again as I crawled into the massive bed. I'd never actually cuddled with Mikey before, not in my memories at least.

Obviously, we had done things in this future considering he held and kissed me like it was an everyday thing. I tried to be as normal as I could be, scooting to him and he latched an arm over me, my head resting against his chest.

"Hey, Mikey..." All of this was so confusing and terrifying to me, but there was one thing that I did know.

"Hm?" His hum was a sleepy one, but he was paying attention, thankfully not able to notice the tears flowing down my cheeks again when I whispered to him:

"I love you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," He yawned, squeezing me tiredly, my heart nearly exploding when I heard an old tone he'd make when he was smiling, "I love you too."

The next thing I heard was his snoring. He needed the sleep. So, I stayed as still as I could, till I knew he was in a deep sleep. Once he was, I sat up carefully and held him in my arms, playing with his hair softly because he had a small smile on his face when I did it.

All night long, I stayed up thinking, strategizing, and trying to realize where I went wrong. I cried in silence the entire time too. Even as the sun came up, I held him in my arms, my promise falling upon his momentarily deaf ears:

"I'm gonna fix this, Mikey. Our dream will come true. I don't care what it takes."

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stinkyme · 9 months

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Hello! This is a Tachihara little oneshot I wrote like..now lol, but I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: contains NSFW elements (nothing is specifically described, just experience itself is mentioned), established relationship, GN!reader, angst, departure, contains spoilers of manga/new bsd episode, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I am not all too confident in my angst but I hope it will be enjoyable :)

Last time || Tachihara Michizou x Reader

Tic - toc. Tic - toc. Tic - toc. Tic - toc. Tic - toc. Tic - toc.

Too loud.

Everything is way too loud. Clock on the wall feels like it's inside of your skull applying more pressure. Waves of the sharp sound were stuck inside of your head making it spin. Everything is blurry. You swallow.

"What did you just say?" you barely ask, not even sure whether you even said something just now. Your own voice gets drowned by everything else.

"You heard me. That's Fukuchi's plan. My plan is to put an end to it." Tachihara replies, evidently divided and troubled. Room appears smaller, more suffocating. Clock is getting louder. However, the more you look at him the more he seems sure of his decision.

"You will die." you spill your words like they are the most casual thing in the world.

"You will die and there is nothing I can do about it." you widen your eyes, swallowing once more. Your throat feels tight as your eyes gain light only due to your tears forming.

Tachihara looks away, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and anger.

"There is nothing I can do about it." you repeat yourself as realization is only now kicking in, everything becomes more real and heavy on your chest. Tachihara keeps looking away, closing his eyes for a moment as he is listening to his lover spiraling.

"Tell me. Tell me Tachihara!" you yell at him suddenly, overwhelmed by everything. By realization, by this plain room, by him.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?!" you yell once more, your voice grows shaky as breathing gets harder. It feels like you have everything on your chest and absolutely nothing to put your hands on, to lift off at least a bit of the baggage. There is nothing you can do. Nothing.

Tachihara flinches, not out of fear but out of uncomfortability and guilt. Last thing he ever wished was to put you in a position like this. He could've never predicted it.

"We don't have much time left, Y/N." he finally speaks, trying to be the calm one. Naturally, he made his decision and it was a final one. You stay silent. Your throat feels like it has thousands of hands around it, stopping you from saying anything. What would you even say? Your mind feels empty and hazy. Time moves too slow, but way too fast as well. You pray to something, anything that may hear you now, just to tell you what to do. But, you are met with silence. Until he speaks up.

"I decided. This is something I have to do. Do you think I like it?!" he is yelling now, overwhelmed with his own choice too.

"Do you think I give a shit?! About anyone or anything else?! Sure, yeah, I would love to be able to spend more time with Gin and the old man, to be able to.. see them, again. Normal. Sure. I would love that!" his voice switches between silent and loud as his emotions overwhelm his decision.

"Do you think I don't regret anything?! Do you think I don't wish to be able to live a little bit longer?" he suddenly makes a pause and sighs out.

"The only reason I am here right now is because of you. You are the only aspect that makes this decision many more times harder than it is! The hell with it." he says the last sentence with a certain pain, barely audible as his voice breaks. You keep watching him as he looks away again.

"But this is my decision. This is something I have to do. This is something I owe to the Mafia. To Jouno. To you." he says in a more calm tone. He looks at you for a quick moment, his eyes holding no hesitation.

Oh, how painful it is to be helpless. To be unable to stop somebody who accepted death as their resolve. To be unable to take them and shield them with your emotions. Clock gets silent. Now, you become more aware.

"If you want to do something or help me in any way.." he trails off, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Then help me by letting me stay in your mind in a good way. Let me just be your Michizou for the very last time." his voice is a mixture of desperation and sadness.

How can you deny a dying man's wish? Is it to be optimistic and think if you don't fulfill his last wish maybe gods will give him more time? Or is it to be selfish and egotistical and think that you have any control over it?

"That's why I am here. I want to ask you to let me be me, for the very last time. I haven't gotten to be like that for a while now." he says in a more determined tone, this is his last time asking.

You feel your throat tighten as your eyes fill with tears.

But your heart is screaming at you.

Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.

Don't be a fool.

So be it. If this is how it has to be, then you should savor that very last moment with him. You know already you will never be the same, so why not also let yourself be you for the very last time?

"You don't owe me anything." you finally speak up, more calm than before.

"You were..everything a person can need." you continue quietly.

"I will make sure that..your sacrifice doesn't go to waste. That's another thing I can promise." you say with more confidence now.

"So, please now… let us be us, once more." you speak with a soft smile, even though you feel your heart aching.

He comes closer, embracing you in a deep, needy hug. Quickly enough your clothes are gone and your lips find each other in a desperate kiss of lovers who are soon to be unfairly torn away from each other.

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You can feel your eyes watering the whole time during sex with him, not from pleasure itself, but from the fact that you know you are running out of time.

Each time he touches you, any part of you - your back, your thighs, your neck, your stomach, it feels like it's not enough. It feels like his touch just burns away from your skin. You are trying so hard to focus on how his touch feels. Each moment passes and you become more aware that this might be the last. Some sense of hope appears when he touches your skin in the same place again. But it dies out quickly. How you wish to be able to mold his hands into your skin, just so you can feel them, always. Never have to forget about the softness and touch of them. Tears roll down your face as you turn away from him, trying not to make him see. He notices, naturally and brings his hands closer to your face, his thumbs gently rubbing the tears away.

"I know. But, we said this will be us for the very last time. This is not, is it?" he tries to lighten up the mood with a soft voice and you turn your head around, facing him. You know he is right. You don't want the last thing he thinks about is your face filled with endless tears as you share the last act of intimacy with one another. You suddenly get filled with passion, putting your hands on his cheeks and giving him a deep kiss that is filled with all your love and desire. You try your best to make that kiss contain every fiber, every cell, every emotion of your being. You try to transfer part of your soul in it, just to keep him safe. Just to make him know how loved he is by you. He returns the same desire back, putting all of his being into the kiss and touch, hoping that part of him stays with you, always. Both of you squeeze your eyes as they fill up with tears, getting breathless as emotions start to overflow alongside pleasure.

You cum at the same time and stay hugged for a little while. There is no time left. It's time to say goodbye. You dress up, feeling more dreadful than ever.

"I need to leave now." he says softly, his throat tightening and making it harder to speak.

"I know." you reply, looking at his tired face. He takes your hands and squeezes them with his, leaning forward and placing a long and strong kiss on top of them. He puts them on his chest for a moment as your eyes fill with tears once more. You take a breath in as he moves back up and leans closer to you, your hands still squeezed together on his chest.

"I love you. That's all you need to remember about me. That I love you with every part of my being." he says in a calm tone and you can feel your heart in your throat. That's what hurts the most. What about all the plans you had? About all the ideas and desires you had? What about the future? Where are you supposed to go now?

"I know. I love you too. I love you even more." you say as calmly as possible, knowing that the last thing you need now is an argument with him. But how much you desire to be able to ask him to run away with you. From everything and everyone. As if he reads your thoughts, he speaks up.

"I thought about it. But I can't run away." he says softly before letting go of your hands.

"That's not how we do it." he continues as he takes the necklace off of his neck. He takes your hand and places it inside of your palm, squeezing it with his own hand.

"I will always be with you, okay? You will never be alone. Not even for a moment. So, go on and achieve everything we wanted." he whispers as he places his forehead on yours for a moment before pulling away and placing a soft kiss on top of it.

You can feel your whole body getting insanely warm as your eyes tear up. He gently pulls away and smiles at you before turning away and leaving. You watch his back and you wish you could scream or yell. You wish you could say anything. You squeeze the necklace inside your hand, feeling so much anger and grief already. Tears roll down your cheeks but you keep it together until he looks at you for a very last time and waves at you, a sheepish smile on his face. He knew that a burden he left behind on you was unfair, but that's something he believed you can handle.

You wave and smile back. He closes the doors behind him slowly and you fall down on your knees, sobbing your heart out and trying to beg anybody just to keep him around. You know. It's futile.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

#tachihara x reader #tachihara x reader angst #tachihara michizou bsd #tachihara michizou x reader #bsd angst #bungo stray dogs angst

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siflshonen · 5 months

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Hi, I love your analyses and your fics! 💕Especially that Eureka Seven AU man ngl it lives in my head and starts playing in my local theaters every other night at 2 AM, but *clears throat* I'm getting off topic lol :D do you have a bakudeku fic/authors rec list?

I'm honored you read the Eureka Seven one!

Good Bakudeku authors... the truth is, there are SO MANY. Just in general, and so many that are really, truly excellent. I have begun consuming more and more fic lately as I feel the itch of the subtext of what's happening in the manga rapidly becoming text and just plain consuming me, but many of the individual stories I've read can be GREAT as a story but perhaps not so great as a canon-faithful representation of Bakudeku - so I'm not entirely sure what kind of Bakudeku you're asking for ("fun and good story" versus "horny vignette" versus "that's totally Katsuki and Izuku.")

Also, like, for several of these authors, their Bakudeku portrayals evolved as the series progressed and we all learned more about these characters and the varnish of what BNHA pretends to be (superhero stock shonen!) peeled off to show what it actually is (The newest generation of something that should never have been domesticated now outgrowing the limits of the modern genre.) This is always good to keep in mind when looking at the dates of each work published.

Um, it's hard to pick just a few, and even harder when there's no specific direction about what TYPE. So here's a scattershot off the top of my head:

Me. My work. Read Mundane Crimes, Public Displays of Affection and I Want What I Don't Deserve. Those actually have some substance to them. The rest are kind of whatever, but you may still find them fun.

Kickass AUs and All-Rounders

chymerical is my favorite author on this list. They can do anything. I care about sports now because of chymerical. There's your fuckin' fadeaway.

young_crone - some are truly Bakudeku and some are just great stories that are using familiar names. Read all of 'em.

SmartiMart - Variant Edition is a sweeping epic and fascinating enough that the Bakudeku isn't actually its primary draw for me. Please also read Where in the World is Marigold? It's not Bakudeku, but I love it. SmartiMart is clever, inventive, and sometimes so much of a romantic that it makes me go, "woah, now! That's a bit much!" but in the best way.

iphido - this author has only one work for bakudeku, and it is worth it.

nicc - bite-sized sweet scenes, though many are very NSFW. Consistently excellent.

pikahlua - Dragonheart. this is your kick in the pants to finish those scenes, Pika.

Romantic Comedies

qodqodqod - Cringe comedy where love always, always, always prevails and bakudeku can't out-stupid their way out of it. Great job of not making the miscommunication, or lack of communication, a bore or overdone past what it needs to be.

heartsinhay - the cringe comedies are named that for a reason.

Darker Stuff

rironomind - apparently published something new earlier this year and I missed it??? DAMN! Existential, experimental, melancholic, high concept, fantastic. Rom's work is mostly in this category because it tends to throw curveballs at the reader. This is the category that just felt the most right by its vibes.

bkdkink - Lemonhead specifically.

Roadtripwithlucifer (read their new stuff too) - horny, but focused and full, full, full of ennui and anger and love and grief. It's the confidence of handling the last four that makes these works shine.

Surveycorpsjean - hit or miss for me personally, but always well done.

majjale - always great work; sometimes hit-or-miss for me personally on the bakudeku.

#bakudeku #fic rec #bakudeku fanfic #bnha #ask #bakudeku fic

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Ex husband Geto has me by the throat 😭‼️‼️ I love the way you write him and I’m eager to read about his and readers backstory (why they got divorced in the first place) do you have any crumbs to spare 😞🤲🏼

Monster & Man - Ex-Husband!Suguru x F!Reader

A/N: (PART 2) - (MANGA SPOILERS - I try not to get into too much detail but it’s mentioned) [MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT] For you, anon, I can spare a whole loaf of bread ❤️ Here is the full backstory. Now, even though this is an au version where Geto didn’t turn evil, I genuinely can’t imagine him completely erasing that part of himself 😉 I hope you enjoy it! (the last part of the chapter will tie into the next one which focuses on the reader’s perspective). p.s. please keep in mind that while I take things from canon - I do not follow the timeline at all lol

For requests - please read the blurb on my navigation to see what I am accepting.

TAGS: mentions: pregnancy + kids; smoking; use of sex toy

Acrid, decaying, and rotten.

Those were the only words that Suguru used when describing the taste of the curses he swallowed. He remembered throwing up the first time he ingested the black orb, and that chilling sensation of it poisoning his gut never changed from when he was a boy. The only difference is that he grew tolerant of the effects as he adjusted to his technique. He had a habit of meticulously brushing his teeth and sloshing mouthwash in repeated cycles afterwards, but the flavor had a tendency of lingering on his tongue no matter how many times he would rinse it out.

Water droplets trickled down his face, catching onto the tips of his dark hair but his eyes remained fixated on the open tap running against the sink. Blinking away the seconds, he tried to focus on the success that was tonights mission but instead was busy holding himself from spiraling into a panicked frenzy.

This has been a struggle for him recently, and it’s been harder for him to ignore how bad swallowing curses made him feel, especially now that it constantly triggered the memory of a bullet that whizzed across his eyes…

Of Riko’s body in Satoru’s arms…

And the applause from those vicious, cruel monkeys who cheered on her death.

He could still hear it in the back of his mind, distinct but faint, all the while thinking…who am I doing this for?

“Suguru?”

The sorcerer straightened up immediately, pushing back his hair with his fingers as he glanced over his shoulder to find Satoru’s body leaning against the frame of the bathroom door.

“Satoru…” he greeted with a slight nod, turning off the tap as he cleared his throat, while trying his best to hide his shakes. “I thought you were still with the students.”

“We finished up a little while ago. Tonight was intense, I wanted to make sure they were okay…”

Suguru reached for the small hand towel, dabbing his face lightly to dry off. He then proceeded to remove the hair tie from around his wrist, and began sleeking back his locks into a neat bun.

“That includes you too, dear…” the white haired sorcerer cheekily added on after hearing no reply, noticing how naturally the rogue layers of Suguru’s bangs fell over his face.

Suguru’s eyes shifted to the mug in Satoru’s hand instead, “is that for me?”

“Who else?” his friend warmly replied.

Suguru took two long strides towards him to accept the beverage.

“It’s been a while since you’ve done an exorcism,” Satoru pointed out, placing his palm on Geto’s shoulder and squeezed him lightly.

Suguru looped his trembling index finger around the handle of the mug.

“You alright?”

“You don’t have to babysit me, you know?” Suguru responded, deliberately brushing off his best friend’s worries as he proceeded to take a sip of his drink. “Ugh, that’s horrible! Did you put sugar in my coffee?” he grumbled bitterly and scrunched up his nose, unable to hide the distasteful expression across his face.

“Two cubes actually,” Satoru replied, flashing both his middle and index finger to indicate the amount. “I know you have a hard time eating those nasty curses, so I thought hiding it with another flavor you can’t stand might help…”

The corner of Suguru’s lip lifted, “your heart is in the right place. However, your methods are questionable.”

“My good intention is what matters here,” Satoru playfully answered back, baring his pearly whites when he smiled.

Suguru leaned against the opposite frame of the door, resting his temple on the panel as he sighed while gazing out to the empty room.

“I should be with you more often,” he confessed. “You’re carrying too much weight with the students…”

“Our two most valued instructors have been busy…”

Suguru arched his brow, “It’s not fair on you. You’ve got enough on your plate as it is.”

Satoru raised his hand to stop his friend from saying anything else.

“Suguru, you guys are my family. This is a burden I’m willing to carry. You have other priorities that are more important. Your kids, for example. Besides, you’re doing your best, and I know that your wife won’t return to us full time until Emi is a little bit older…”

“Ex-wife,” Suguru curtly corrected. “We aren’t married anymore and haven’t been for some time actually...”

Satoru let out an awkward laugh, “Right, heh, I swear it doesn’t feel that way...”

Suguru didn’t take his comment lightly and he pinched his thin brows in frustration.

Satoru nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “sorry, I didn’t mean to say it...”

“Innocent mistake,” Suguru shrugged, before taking a second sip of his coffee and expressing another look of disgust. “I can’t drink this shit, it’s cloying...”

Satoru pouted, “Hey, you know that’s how I like my coffee…”

Suguru rolled his eyes before passing the cup back to him, “put me out of my misery and don’t let it go to waste then.”

Satoru clicked his teeth, “that’s the last time I do something nice for you.”

“You keep saying that...” Suguru rebutted, “but we know that’s not true.”

The dark haired sorcerer stepped passed his friend, feeling those blue eyes following him from behind as he approached the sofa to grab his hoodie that he flung over the arm rest. He put on the piece of clothing, fitting snugly underneath the fabric and reaching for the inside of his pocket.

Satoru watched him pull out a white cigarette box, twirling it between his thumb and index finger as he proceeded to make his way towards the hallway.

“Don’t light that in my house. I can’t stand the smell,” he lectured.

“I’m going for a walk, I need to clear my head,” Suguru replied back, as he proceeded to make his way over to the front door.

“Wait-” Satoru pleaded, “There’s something...something I need to let you know before you go.”

“What is it?”

“I got a phone call today from Nanami...”

Suguru’s eye twitched, his chest heaving for a moment as the tendons in his neck tensed up at the mere mention of their former co-worker.

“Why did he call?” he questioned, his words turning cold.

“He wants to return to the school. Apparently corporate life is much worse than he thought it would be…”

Suguru’s throat tightened and all he could utter was one word through his gritted teeth.

“Interesting.”

Satoru nodded his head, wetting his lips as he looked down on his feet. He didn’t expect Suguru to react any differently, which is why he had the decency to discuss this with him before making his decision.

“Is this going to be a problem with you?”

Frigid eyes held Satoru’s gaze with intensity, and Suguru allowed a few seconds to pass before calmly replying. “Not at all. I’ve always admired and respected his skills. Besides, you’re short staffed at the moment. Why wouldn’t you take him back?”

“I don’t need your feelings interfering...”

Suguru pressed his lips together, the agitation weighing heavy on his shoulders.

“Stop it,” he begged, “stop treating me like I’m about to snap at any given second. You’re only making this more difficult between us...”

“Can you blame me?” his best friend argued back.

“I’ve never blamed you, but I’m asking you to let it go for fuck’s sake. I can’t change the past. I can’t change the mistakes I’ve made. All I can do is forget and move on, and I need you to do the same...”

“I worry because I’m afraid for you. What if you-”

“I already lost the one person in my life who mattered,” Suguru bluntly replied, his hurt hanging over every word.“I can’t lose my kids too. Like you said, I have other priorities...”

Silence lingered between the pair. Not a day went by where they didn’t have this conversation, where the trauma of their past didn’t remind them how they were bound to a secret that they could never share with anyone else. The dynamics of their friendship changed as a result, and Suguru knew it would take a while before Satoru would ever let his guard down around him again.

“I’m just trying to protect you,” his white haired counterpart emphasized.

“From myself?” Suguru laughed.

“Yes,” Satoru bit back, “If I hadn’t shown up-”

“Then I would have had the blood of all those villagers on my hands.”

Satoru held his breath hearing how easily those malicious words left Suguru’s lips without hesitation.

“That’s the truth, Satoru, and you have to come to terms with it. I wanted to kill every last one of those people for putting their fingers on Mimiko and Nanako. I would made each of them suffer for asking me to murder those innocent girls…”

“Do you hear yourself?!” Satoru exclaimed, “You wonder why I’m always on edge and it’s because you say things that make me feel like you’re a complete stranger!”

“They locked those girls away like they were animals…beat them until they were black and blue…”

“I understand your pain but I’ve never been able to justify your reasons to kill, Suguru. If you had allowed your rage to control your actions, then...then we would have lost you for good.”

Suguru breathed, unaware that he had been tightly squeezing the cigarette box between his fingers. His heart ached from the way the strongest sorcerer’s voice cracked, and Satoru’s vulnerability made him appear like a scared little boy in Suguru’s eyes.

Suguru knew what it meant to earn the love of Satoru Gojo. Their valued friendship had an impenetrable bond that could stand the test of time. Even when they argued, they still held each other in such high regard that they could never truly feel any type of animosity towards the other person.

Suguru softened the muscles in his face.

“Whenever I spend time with Ryu, or hold Emi in my arms...all I can think about is how grateful I am that you stopped me. I truly thought nothing in the world would bring me happiness, and you made me realize how wrong I was...” he confessed, “but there is a constant battle that wages inside me. One that I am fighting every single day. All I’m asking for is the dignity to keep persisting without having your guilt shadowing me every single time you think I’m wavering…”

“I wasn’t...I wasn’t trying to make you feel worse-I guess I don’t realize when I’m overbearing…” Satoru admitted, snaking his bottom lip between his teeth as he stammered.

“You’re overbearing because you care, but we can’t keep dwelling on what happened.”

He approached the front door, turning the handle as he swung it open. He took one step over the threshold before looking back around to face the only other person he ever considered his equal.

“I’m not going anywhere, Satoru.” Suguru reassured, “You don’t have to worry about losing me again.”

***

Suguru took a drag of his cigarette, counting each second as he contemplated whether or not to knock on your door. He checked the time again, fidgeting nervously as he paced back and forth. You’ve been giving him the cold shoulder ever since he brought up your neighbor and closed his eyes with regret as he recalled the confrontation.

Suguru has been making his reparations ever since he strayed off the path. He knew that Satoru was the reason why he had limitations when it came to handling missions. Suguru didn’t mind, partially because of his family, but mostly because he wasn’t ready to dive back into sorcery at the rate he was going. He knew deep down that regaining his best friend’s trust would change the circumstances of his situation and instead used his free time to dedicate himself to his beautiful children and the girls he naturally claimed as his own.

Watching Mimiko and Nanako flourish as students made him immensely happy, especially when he considered the state that he initially found them in.

The only person that he has not been able to fully win over on his journey to redemption was you.

“We don’t trust each other.”

Those were the words that Suguru told Satoru Gojo the night he moved into his home.

Those were the same words that you confessed to him after you signed the divorce papers.

God knows you both tried to make it work when Ryu was born but nothing could fix what he broke.

You’ve had your fingers wrapped around Geto’s heart for the last ten years. When the young sorcerer first laid his eyes on you at seventeen years old, he knew that there was something different about you.

You were sixteen, a bewitching student with incredible cursed energy that left him breathless. Your beauty was merely the cherry on top of an already perfect being.

He had his eyes set on you, but you were cautious and knew better than to allow a pretty face to sway you so easily. The two of you only grew close later down the line, when you were both finding your ground as new instructors to the next group of sorcerers. You were constantly paired up for assignments, which meant that you were bound to one another. Maybe it was fate, but as time progressed your platonic relationship began to shift. Suguru’s unrequited attraction only blossomed and you were finding it difficult to resist your own desire for him. Naturally, the divide began closing in, with seducing touches and flirtatious conversations left in its wake. The minute you initiated that first kiss, you had effectively claimed what was already yours to begin with.

Your love for each other only grew over the next four years with the two of you weaving into one another in perfect sync. You both got married on a whim, disregarding the fuss over a big wedding and only caring for the vows which connected you to one another forever.

Six months of abundant happiness was abruptly cut the day of Riko’s murder.

Her death shattered Suguru Geto.

That was the beginning of the end, the trigger point that led to the demise of his marriage...among other things.

Outside of that dark cloud, Suguru could now see how easily he delved into his own madness.

He distanced himself from his own support system. He wasn’t speaking to his friends, and was always fighting with his wife. He exorcised and swallowed curses as if his life depended on it. He couldn’t sleep without recounting the thunderous cheers from those who celebrated a child’s death, and rejected the morals that he once prided himself in believing in.

The two of you were caught in a brutal current as a result, and in the midst of riding these turbulent waves, the both of you chose to drown each other to save yourselves.

Day after day there were fights with no resolutions. Any unresolved tension was discussed with Suguru pressing your back up against a wall or bent over the table counters as he ravished you without restraint. The tender moments only happened at night, when vulnerability would seep through the cracks in an act of seduction, just so either one of you could feel a sense of the old love you shared.

A malicious toxin began spreading throughout his body, poisoning everything he touched. Suguru couldn’t rationalize how quickly he lost himself with everything around him breaking: his trust with non-sorcerers, his beliefs in a flawed system that controlled him, his own values and the suffering that he witnessed.

He couldn’t even see how much he was hurting you.

Things hit a breaking point when Suguru started neglecting you. He was spending days and nights away from your home without so much as a phone call to let you know his whereabouts.

After the worry washed over, your paranoia got the best of you which is why he shouldn’t have been surprised when you sought out consolation in the arms of your friend.

He still remembered stumbling back home that morning, exhausted and overwhelmed from a night of feeding.

You were anxiously waiting him, with your eyes swollen and filled with regret.

He knew just from the way you looked, that this wasn’t going to end well.

At the time, he remembered being annoyed by your behavior.

You had a way you tugging at his humanity that had his conscious swinging back and forth manically. One minute he was willing to watch the world burn, but the next ready to put out the fire just for your sake.

He found himself sitting down next to you as you cried on his shoulder. The words poured out of you faster than he could register them, and to this day he wished that you never burdened him with your secret.

You drank too much and invited Nanami over.

You both got carried away.

You allowed him to kiss you...

to hold you...

to taste you between your legs and use his fingers to make you moan...

but that’s where it stopped.

You gasped in between your apologies before confronting your partner who had driven you to this point.

“Why are you never home? Where are you always going? What...what am I doing wrong? Why don’t you love me anymore?”

Suguru still hated himself for forcing those words out of you.

He wished he swallowed his pride in that moment, but the hurt of your betrayal outweighed everything else.

His selfish rage was the reason why he decided to retaliate and he was calculative with vengeance. Riddled with spite, Suguru merely smiled at you as you stood there with your mouth agape watching him fuck someone else on the bed you shared.

You kicked him out after that incident, leaving Suguru to his own devices and coming to the realization that neither of you loved each other enough to fix anything.

Shortly after is when he found the girls imprisoned in the village.

Suguru dropped his cigarette onto the floor and tapped it with the tip of his boot, contemplating what might have happened if Gojo hadn’t swooped in at the right moment to stop his rampage.

How would his life have turned out then?

***

Suguru arched his brow as he watched you open the front door.

For a moment you look relieved to see him, but your face hardened immediately after.

Meanwhile, he was busy glazing over your body clad in a black silk robe, and trimmed with lace around the hem and sleeves. He wet his lips at the sight of your exposed thighs, drawing his attention to your calves before wandering back up to meet your eyes.

“Do you always answer the door half naked?” he greeted with a hint of playful sarcasm.

“Purely to keep others entertained,” you snapped back, while folding your arms protectively over your chest.

Suguru clenched his fist but held back on his rebuttal.

“Okay…I deserved that.”

“What are you doing here?” you impatiently questioned.

Suguru shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “I was walking around the neighborhood and thought I would stop by.”

“At 2:00 A.M?” you pressed.

Your ex-husband straightened his back, emphasizing his overbearing height as he raised one arm above his head and allowing it to rest against the frame of your front door.

“Is that a problem? You’re awake aren’t you?”

You pressed your lips together in a firm line, hating the indifference in his tone.

“If you came all this way to pick a fight with me then you should know that I’m not in the mood-”

“I needed to clear my head and I didn’t know where else to go,” he confessed, softening his tone in the hopes to ease your apprehensive demeanor.

“Satoru’s company isn’t good enough?”

“I wanted to see you.”

Your cheeks grew hot and you studied his face to look for any sign of deception.

He tapped his finger against the panel, “can I come in?”

“No.”

“Please?” he begged, his pleading expression nearly melting you on the spot.

“That’s not going to work,” you insisted, averting your eyes away from his own as you stared down at your feet.

Suguru exhaled before inching his way closer towards you.

The tips of his fingers brushed under your chin, tilting your face upward as his thumb softly grazed over your lips.

He arched forward and kissed you.

Your chest lifted with your breath growing heavier as you found yourself subconsciously leaning forward in the hopes that he would part his lips to explore yours more openly.

You blinked a couple of times before catching yourself succumbing to your temptations.

You flattened your palm against his chest and pushed him away.

“That’s...” you whispered, your tone wavering only slightly as you shook your head. “That’s not going to work either.”

Suguru wasn’t willing to give up yet.

As you took a step back, he looped his arm behind your waist and drew your body into his. He could feel you clutch onto his hoodie, gripping him tightly but relaxing into his strong arms with ease.

“I’m sorry,” he admitted, noting the way your eyes widened at his words. “I…I was wrong for confronting you. I know it’s been hard without me around. I’m grateful that you have somebody who has been looking out for you and I shouldn’t let other things get in the way of that.”

He waited patiently as you soaked in his apology. He hoped you would accept it, but knew it was unlikely considering that he had allowed his sharp tongue to dagger into you one too many times already.

“You really hurt me...”

Suguru swallowed the lump in his throat, his stomach tightening at how small your voice sounded. He understood that your statement carried meaning beyond the current situation at hand.

“I know...” he murmured, “it...it won’t happen again.”

Your eyes shifted to the side, and you tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth.

“I want to believe you.”

Your ex-husband slumped his shoulders in defeat, “but you can’t.”

“No,” you confirmed as you cleared your throat. “I can’t.”

Suguru loosened his grip from around your waist, the disappointment washing over him as he took a step back, but stumbled when he felt you pull him closer.

“But,” you interrupted, forcing him to stop in his tracks as you glanced back up to meet his curious stare. “I haven’t been sleeping well and I don’t mind the company…”

Suguru lifted his brows upward in surprise and his heart raced from your unexpected request

“That makes the two of us,” he stated, finding his confidence again as he stepped across the threshold.

His fingers slowly fiddled around the belt of your robe. He quietly shut the door behind him before leaning back against the frame and leisurely massaging the soft silk between his thumb and index finger.

“Where are the kids?”

“Fast asleep,” you informed.

“I can crash on the couch...” Suguru acknowledged, but the wicked glint in his eye implied that he was already thinking of other options.

“That should work,” you answered back, maintaining your hold on his stare as your own hands reached for the button of his jeans. “but if you prefer the bed...”

His lips collided onto yours for a heated kiss, a familiar dance of teeth and tongue exchanged as his fingers undid the knot around your waist. He pushed the silk back across your shoulders, his hot breath fanning your neck as he reached to hold the flesh of your bare waist.

The blood rushed between his legs and his curious mind began to wonder why you were awake this late at night while dressed so scantily.

The both of you tiptoed around the house until you were safely hidden away in the bedroom. Suguru watched as you hungrily dropped the silk robe onto the floor, revealing your naked frame that was only covered by a pair of cotton panties.

He threw off his jacket, piling his t-shirt on afterwards before rushing to undo his jeans. The second he was no longer restrained by his outfit, he charged forward to carry you up by your legs before pinning your back against the comfort of your mattress.

Your bodies rolled over the sheet with Suguru finding his position straddling on top of you. He wanted to resume kissing you, but got distracted when he noticed something pink flash out of the corner of his eye.

A few seconds passed before an amused glow highlighted his handsome face.

Suguru picked up the toy with his right hand. “Was I interrupting something?” he teased.

You choked back your words, your flustered self reaching for the sex toy begrudgingly but your ex-husband swiftly snapped his wrist back before you had a chance to grab it.

“If you even think of saying anything just remember that I’m still mad at you...” you grumbled.

Suguru chuckled, and used his left hand to grab onto your wrist, before catching your other one and placing them both above your head.

A low vibration took over the silence, with a smirk tugging at Suguru’s lips as he guided the toy between your legs.

“Is this why you didn’t want to be alone tonight?” he calmly asked, hearing a pretty moan escape you as he pressed it up against your clit. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll make it all up by taking such good care of you.”

***

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