#bent. ken. i don’t know

[beautifulblhell]

Pretending To Say That You Want To Break Up As A Dare

Ft: Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji, Hanma, Ran, Rindou

Draken (Ryuguji Ken)

Draken’s eyes widened in shock when he heard your words. His whole body tensed. Pain flashed across his features, and you knew your words cut him deep. He stood up abruptly and left the room, leaving only silence in his wake.

“Draken?” Worry laced your voice as you called after him.

Only the sound of the garage door being wrenched opened answered you.

It was a dare your friends came up with, but now seeing how much you hurt Draken, you regretted going through with it.

You hurriedly followed him into the garage. He was sitting cross legged on the ground with his back to you, tinkering with his motorcycle. His knuckles gripping the tools were white, and every time he slammed them down with so much force that you were afraid there was going to be a hole on the ground soon. Every now and then you could hear him cursing under his breath.

“Ken?” You called out to him from the doorway, but he didn’t answer.

You walked up to him. “Ken, it was a prank for a dare, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

Draken’s movements stilled.

“Then you don’t want to break up for real?”

“Never.”

The sigh that left him seemed to be that of in relief, and it carried away some of the tension in his body.

“C’mere,” he opened his arms and you settled in his lap. His long arms wrapped around you and he rested his chin on the top of your head. The smell of oil and grease enveloped you, a scent you’ve long been accustomed to from all the time you’ve spent in the garage with Draken. You leaned your head against his chest, hearing the familiar sound of his heartbeat.

“I was trying to calm down and think of what to say to make you stay, because I didn’t want to lose you.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologised again, your voice small as you snuggled in his embrace. The arms that always made you feel safe.

“As long as you promise not to scare me like that again. That nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“I promise,” you replied. Draken was always quick to forgive you for whatever you did, but this time, you vowed in your heart to never hurt him again.

Draken bent down and pressed his lips on the tip of your nose.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

Mikey was right in the middle of stuffing his face with taiyaki when you told him you wanted to break up. His gaze instantly snapped to yours. His eyes were empty, an endless black void you couldn’t read, but seemed to see through your everything. A heavy silence settled in between you. You were aware of the sound of the clock ticking, but time seemed to have been frozen. Then he swallowed his mouthful of taiyaki and a smile broke out on his face.

“So? Who put you up with it? Emma and Hinata?”

“Wait, how-? I mean, Mikey, I said I want to break-“

“You suck at lying, you know?” Mikey shoved the rest of the taiyaki in your mouth before you could say anything more.

“Pftt ahahaha!” He burst out laughing at seeing your cheeks stuffed full. “Now you look like a hamster!”

“I could have choked,” you pretended to scowl at him after you swallowed. A part of you was glad that Mikey saw through you straight away. He always did. Whenever you were pretending to be fine, trying to put on a strong front, he always knew. He would bring sweets and snacks to you and never pushed you. He always waited until you were ready to tell him what was wrong yourself.

He brought his forehead against yours. His black eyes, that sometimes seemed so lonely, were now reflecting nothing but you in them, as he looked at you with boundless love.

“Then what should I do if I say I love you so much that I can’t be in a future without you by my side?”

Mitsuya Takashi

Both of you were sitting on the sofa. Noise blared from the TV speaker, but neither of you were watching. Mitsuya was concentrating on his sewing, while you sat with a cushion on your lap, wondering how to bring it up.

“Takashi?”

“Hm? What’s up?” Mitsuya looked up from his stitching when you called him.

“The thing is…” your words trailed off. You pulled at the loose thread on your sleeve, not sure if you could say it after all. Mitsuya had always been so sweet to you and you didn’t want to hurt him, even if it was a prank.

“It’ll get worse if you pull at it, I’ll fix it for you later,” Mitsuya gently pulled your hand away.

“I can fix it myself. You’ve got a deadline coming up, and I don’t want to take up any more of your time.”

Mitsuya has been swamped with work, but even so he insisted on you coming over because you haven’t seen each other for a while. He had apologised that all you could do was watch a movie while he worked, but you were happy just to see your boyfriend.

“It will only take me a minute. Plus, fixing your clothes is more important for me. Even when we are old and grey, I’ll mend your clothes.”

Your heart swelled with love for this man. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

Mitsuya entwined his fingers with yours, and his lips brushed against each of your fingers.

“Anytime,” his eyes softened as he looked at you. “Was there something you wanted to say?”

“Nothing,” you buried your face into Mitsuya’s chest, knowing you can’t say you wanted to break up, even as a prank, not after he said those words to you.

Matsuno Chifuyu

You regretted those words the moment you spoke them. Chifuyu looked absolutely heartbroken. Pain rippled across his clear blue eyes as he looked up at you from where he was sitting, the controller in his hand long forgotten.

“Was it… something I did?”

The way he blamed himself first broke your heart.

“No, no! Wait, Chifuyu, it’s a prank!”

Chifuyu shook his head in a daze. “No, I mean, you don’t have to feel bad for me, if you want to break up I respect your decision.” He slowly got up onto his feet unsteadily. He bit down his lip and turned away.

“Chifuyu!” You quickly crossed the room and hugged Chifuyu. Normally, he would hug you right back, but now, his arms were limp by his side.

“Chifuyu, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It was only a prank Emma and Hinata came up with for a dare after I lost a bet. I love you. I love you so much, Chifuyu.”

“Really? You won’t leave me?”

You reached on your tiptoes and gently kissed him, uncertainty still clouding his blue eyes. “I love you, Chifuyu, and I won’t ever leave you.”

His arms slowly found themselves around your waist. You could feel them trembling slightly. He buried his face in your neck.

“Thank god,” he whispered, his voice quivering. “I was so scared I was going to lose you.”

Baji Keisuke

Baji stared at you. Then with a sigh, he pushed his hair back from his face.

“Look, it’s just a bowl of gyudon. I’ll take you out to make up for it, alright? And for the book I’ll buy you a new one.”

You looked at your boyfriend in confusion. “Wait, Keisuke, what are you talking about?”

“Huh? Weren’t you saying you wanted to break up because I ate the gyudon in your fridge? Well, I did know it was yours, but I was hungry after that fight, you know? And that book you lent me, it wasn’t my fault that someone picked a fight with me when I was bringing it back, and since it was a hardcover book it was pretty handy. But it got too bloodstained and I trashed it.”

There was a pause, then, coldly, you asked. “You were the one who ate it? And you threw that book away?”

“Yeah, wasn't that why you were so upset?” Baji seemed puzzled at the change in your tone.

“No, I didn’t know about it, I only said it as a prank for a dare because I lost a bet with Emma and Hinata, but thank you for telling me,” your voice slowly rose with your anger. It wasn’t the fact that Baji always seemed to be eating whatever he could lay his hand on in your fridge, but that bowl of gyudon, it was from a famous restaurant that you spent hours queuing for. Alone. You were supposed to go there together, but Baji forgot about your date and went to fight some other delinquents. You had planned to save it for later, but Baji ate it, because he got hungry from the fight that apparently was more important than your date.

Baji had an oh-shit-what-did-I-just-say look written all over his face as realisation dawned on him.

“Uh, so uhh, can you forget what I just said?” He slowly stood up, and started inching towards the door, sensing your wrath. Then, he bolted.

“Baji Keisuke! Get your ass back here!”

If there was one thing Baji was scared of in this world it was you when you were angry.

Hanma Shuji

The moment you finished uttering the last syllable, the air froze over. Hanma slowly lifted his gaze from his phone. His eyes were flat as they landed on you.

“So who’s the fucker?” His words came out in a low growl.

“What?” Confusion coloured your features as you wondered how he came up with that conclusion. 

“You want to break up with me because of some other guy, right? I’ll make sure he’ll never have the face to see other people again.”

The anger rolling off Hanma was almost visible. It saturated the air, making it heavy. His narrowed eyes pinned you to place, like a predator staring at its prey. You gulped.  You were used to your boyfriend’s mood swings, but it was rare to see him this angry.

“Shuji, it’s a joke,” you hastily tried to pacify your boyfriend, knowing he really might go out and start a fight with anyone he deemed as an eyesore.

His eyebrows twitched.

‘A joke? You think it’s a joke to get me this pissed?” he hissed.

In a flash, he tackled you onto the bed.

He hanged over you, his limbs caging your smaller frame so you couldn’t escape. His voice was dark as he drawled, “So, what’s the punishment going to be?”

Ran Haitani

“Ran, let’s break up.”

Your words didn’t even make Ran bat an eyelid as he continued to scroll through his phone with his head resting on your thighs.

“Ran.”

‘…”

“Haitani Ran!”

“…”

Still no response. He completely ignored you. You let out a sigh of defeat. You already knew this wasn’t going to work with Ran. He knew you loved him too much, probably way too much for the good of your health.

You were about to push him off you when he rolled over into your lap.

“I’m tired,” he yawned.

“I’m telling you I want to break up-”

“Yeah yeah, should I put your mouth to good use since it won’t shut up?” He smirked devilishly up at you.

“Why am I even going out with you,” you muttered.

“Because you love me,’ he hummed, his fingers crawling dangerously up your thighs.

“Then do you love me?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. Ran never said he loved you too often. You could count the amount of times he admitted his feelings to you on one hand.

“Hmm,” Ran made a noise as if he was thinking about your question, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards when he saw you scowling.

“Jerk,” you moved to push him away, but he captured both of your wrists in one hand, and with the other, he pushed the back of your head until his lips crashed against yours. Kisses with Ran were always fast and furious, and this time it was no exception. By the time he let you up you were panting.

His fingers ran over your red lips. “Would I do this if I didn’t?”

Rindou Haitani

“...Rin?”

You waved your hand in front of his face, but he continued to gaze blankly ahead, not registering you at all.

He had been sitting there in a state of shock for the past ten minutes after you told him you wanted to break up. Maybe you managed to break him somehow.

You went to the kitchen, wondering whether dumping a glass of cold water on him would snap him back to reality. With a glass in hand, you were walking back when you heard his voice floating out from his bedroom.

“I didn’t do anything! She just said she wanted to break up out of the blue! What? No! I would never cheat on her! Look, Ran, you gotta help me to think up on how to win her back. Yeah, meet up at the usual place. Huh? Of course I’m gonna get drunk! That’s when the best ideas are formed! I’m hoping she hasn’t left yet. Mmh, yeah, see ya.”

As you rounded the corner Rindou nearly ran into you as he came speeding out with his phone in hand. He seemed surprised to see that you were still here.

“O-Oh.” He froze.

“Rin-“ you started to tell him that it was only a prank, but Rindou hurriedly clasped a hand over your mouth.

“Wait!” You’ve never seen Rindou so panicked before. “Look, stay here tonight, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

Without even waiting for your reply, he dashed out of the door.

And that’s how you had to deal with a terribly hungover Rindou the next day, and how you found a marriage registration form with your signature forged on it on his table.

Masterlist | Ko-Fi | 2021.09.05

[deathstrawberry]

Ahh, Nire this is fun! I've never requested anything before so here goes. How about some general fluff headcanons for Ukitake, Grimmjow, and Renji!

Your new blog is so pretty 😍 Thank you! 😘

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

characters: Ukitake, Grimmjow, Renji

a/n: ken!! thank you for being my first request ! here’s my first piece of writing for this blog :) i hope you enjoy it and please give a like and a reblog if you did! it’s greatly appreciated <3 e/c = eye color

tw: use of the word “girl”

please do not plagiarize my work.

𝘫. 𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦

i’m so convinced Jūshirō would be the fluffiest lover ever omg

like if you said you needed ANYTHING he would immediately drop what he was doing and go get you what you needed

he would be such a gentle lover and he would be so patient with you

everything would be on your terms and he would go at your pace

if he ever sensed and slight uncomfortableness from you whether it be something he was doing or anyone else he would put a stop to it immediately

and no one should even think about messing with you! he’s usually such a calm person but once someone does something to his s/o he becomes a whole different person

he will put you first even before his health, you will have to remind him a lot to make sure he’s taking care of himself too

all in all Jūshirō will always make you feel loved and cared for

“Ugh I have such a headache” you grumbled to yourself as you sat over your desk trying to finish your paperwork. You never thought being a seated officer would involve so much paperwork when you accepted the position. You were in your s/o’s squad, squad 13 under Jūshirō Ukitake. Speaking of, you heard a soft knock on your door. “Come in!”, you said. “Hey love, I was just- why’s it so dark in here?” Jūshirō asked as he entered your office. “Oh I just have a slight headache no big deal” you said waving a head in front of your face nonchalantly. Jūshirō quickly came to your side with a worried expression on his face and put a hand on your back and started rubbing small circles, “You know, it’s okay if you need to take a break. You can finish this later. Please don’t overwork yourself.”, he said as he bent down to kiss your forehead. “It’s okay I just wanna get it done, thank you though hun” you said smiling up at him. “No y/n I insist you take a break, I’ll put on a pot of tea for you okay?” Jūshirō said lightly squeezing your shoulder and softly smiling at you. “Okay if you insist.” you said giving in. No matter how small of an issue you were having Jūshirō did anything and everything to make sure it was taken care of and that you felt better.

𝘨. 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘫𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘻

the first time Grimmjow ever felt any sort of human emotion he would be so pissed at himself for letting himself become human like

now if that feeling just so happened to be love, well he would deny it for a long long time

eventually though the feelings Grimmjow felt for you were too strong and he gave in to them

he wasn’t exactly sure when or how he first started loving you, he just knew he felt something drawing him to you, he just wanted to be close to you

he found himself wondering how your day was going and if you were okay. was someone bothering you? did you feel okay? he couldn’t understand why but he just wanted to make sure you always felt your best

Grimmjow soon realized he truly loved you and would do anything and everything for you.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you were doing, how you were feeling, if anything was wrong, if you miss him like he misses you, he just wanted to talk to you again. “Tch, how stupid to feel such useless things” he said grumbling to himself but deep down he knew he didn’t mean that. Suddenly he felt the presence of your spiritual pressure, he had to stop himself from sprinting to you like an excited school girl. Instead he just made it seem like he “nonchalantly” entered the room right as you got back. “Y/n, you’re back. Took you long enough, what was the enemy too strong for you?” he said as soon as he saw you, playing off how excited he was to finally see you “Hello to you too Grimmjow, and no they weren’t. Infact I got done early I just took a little vacation.” Grimmjow was happy to hear the mission went easy for you and you didn’t run into any trouble. “Why? Were you worried about me or something?” you said to him giggling. “Tch! N-no of course not why would I worry about you?” Grimmjow knew he was lying and he couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering at the sound of your laugh.

𝘳. 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘪

Renji would be the BIGGEST simp for you omg and he would be obvious about it too lol

he would always talk to you whenever he saw you around the Gotei 13 even if you two were just passing by eachother he would always make sure to say hi

he would always ask about you if you weren’t around. asking Izuru and Rangiku multiple times if they knew where you were

they could see his crush on your from a mile away and told him to just tell you how he feels finally

but renji always came up with some excuse

even though he drives himself insane thinking what if you feel the same and what could you guys be

Renji decided today was the day, he was going to tell you how he felt, as soon as he saw you he would confess. Or so he thought. He’s seen you around the Seireitei multiple times today and chickened out each and every time. He was kicking himself for being a coward, he didn’t understand why he couldn’t just tell you. Maybe it was because of the way your e/c eyes looked at him filled with such kindness, or the way you always smiled when you said hi back, or the way you were just a genuinely nice person to everyone you met. Renji wondered what a girl like you would see in a guy like him. Consumed with his thoughts of self doubt, Renji failed to notice you walking up to him. “Renji?” you asked when you got to him. Startled Renji jumped back and a blush rose to his cheeks realizing how close you were to him. “O-oh Y-y/n! Hey! What’s brings you here?” he said looking down at you, his heart beating fast at your closeness. “Rangiku said there’s was something you wanted to talk to me about?” you said with a questioning look. Renji was internally cursing his friend for doing this to him, but it’s now or never he said to himself regaining some confidence. “R-right I do. U-uhm so Y/N I-I like you. I have for a really long time and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same I wouldn’t expect someone like you to like someone like me anyway.” He said rambling. “Renji,” you said softly, “Thank you for finally telling me. I-i like you too, I have for awhile” you said to him as a blush rose to your cheeks. Renji was so happy and overjoyed when he heard you say you returned his feelings. He couldn’t wait to see what the future has it store for you both.

[st4rbwrry]

DOLL ☆ ken kaneki.

☆. warnings: fem!reader, lowercase intended, somnophilia, cnc, biting, rough body play, sexual frustration, bruising, oral, quickie, black coded. kaneki was given consent prior to this, minors aren’t welcome!

   It'll be quick, it's all he needed. Seeing you restless in bed, half naked, only wearing a white tank while your lower half is entirely bare. It's as if you were torturing him on purpose, knowing he had a fucked up day and giving him permission to treat you how he wanted, to fuck it out his system. Your arms cradle the pillow your cheek laid on, flat on your stomach, one leg straight while the other bent upwards near your waist. He admired every inch of you; every curve, the pout of your lips, every childhood scar, birthmark, beauty mark—you were fucking perfection.

   Kaneki's body has a mind of its own as it stalks towards you, getting a better look at your sleepy figure. How slow your breathing was, but most invitingly, the slickness of your cunt. You must've been dreaming about him, you had to be with how wet you were. The white hair on his head blows the moment he bends down to kiss your cheek, the fan positioned directly in your face the only noise in the room. He's been straining in the confinement of his jeans for an hour now, thinking about how you sucked him off in the shower a few hours ago before he headed out for food. A beautiful start to his day turned into a pile of shit at the end, and all he needed right now was you.

   Your unconscious state painted a graceful picture he didn't want to ruin. He knows you've been having trouble sleeping, your insomnia such a hellish grasp on you ever since you've met him. Lately, it's gotten worse. The later Kaneki stayed out to relieve his burning carnivorous thirst, the more paranoid you became. To this day he still had trouble maintaining his urge to kill the innocent, but being a ghoul, it was second nature. He didn't have a choice, especially being with a human, he had to keep himself full if he didn't want you dead. One act could always satisfy the craving, at most a few hours, and that was sex. Flesh, moans, sweat—the entirety of it was a drug itself. From where he stood he could smell your freshly bathed skin, the familiar scent of pomegranate seeped in, drawing him closer.

He’d already taken his shoes off, stifling a groan as he pulls his zipper down, heavy weight denting the bed as he climbs above you on his knees. You shift only a little, and the jiggle of your ass has him achingly hard. His hands are there now, softly caressing your smooth skin, fingers indenting bruises as he grips hard, spreading your cheeks apart and knocking his head to the side as he stares at your soaking core. He’s luring in, eyeing you cautiously while saying, “sorry, baby. I can’t help myself,” before flattening his tongue on your slit, holding your thigh still the minute you move. His soft lips kisses your sopping cunt, swallowing and moaning against you. He’s slow with it, careful not to wake you up, taking two of his thick fingers and sliding them inside knuckle deep.

Kaneki’s brows furrow, cursing under his breath as he curves his fingers and hears you whimper quietly. “Always so fucking tight.”

The slickness and heat wrapped around his fingers taunting him, knowing you’ll give his cock the same feeling, squeezing down and pulling him deeper. You were a heavy sleeper, so he isn’t surprised when he turns you over on your back and you don’t blink a bit. The lashes kissing your cheekbones were angelic, but the arousal between your thighs said otherwise. Kaneki’s damn near going feral when he sees how hard your nipples are, brushing against the fabric of your shirt. Your head is sideways, one hand on your stomach while the other laid limp by your face, black nails matching his own. He’s drinking you in, frantically pulling his dick out of his jeans, arching over you, the reddened tip gliding between your folds.

It’s a tiny interaction, yet it already has him whimpering. Taking your ankles in his palms, he positions them above your head, swallowing his saliva before lifting his body off the bed to slide his cock just where he’s been craving it to be, burying you to the hilt, the bulge in your belly making him even crazier.

“Fuck, look at you. Sweet as ever,” he’s whispering to himself, witnessing your face scrunch up and mouth drop open as you gasp. He’s hiked over you, gazing between where you two meet, bare pelvises pressed amongst each other’s hotly. He pulls back to see how much you’ve coated his dick, groaning at the sticky sight, soon after, thrusting back into you, hearing the squelch and feeling the clench.

You’ve talked about this before, in fact, discussing this a few days ago. You told Kaneki about a sudden kink you grew enamored by; somnophilia. A sexual desire towards a person who’s asleep. Obviously, he was thrown off guard by it, instantly going to the topic of non-consensual sex. Though you told him as long as you gave him permission to take you when he wanted, no matter where or when, it was okay. It was better him than a complete stranger. Now he sees why. It’s arousing to know he can position you any way he wants, tug you around like some rag doll, and fuck you like a toy. He could grope you any way he pleased, nip your skin with his teeth without you saying no or pushing him away. This was another level of pleasure he didn’t know he’d enjoy.

“Good girl, taking my fucking cock like this,” he’s growling now, knees implanted back on the bed as he ruts against you hurriedly, panting heavily as your body jolts beneath him, your pussy taking him so well, so fucking good. God, he could stay inside you forever if he could.

He’s rougher now, rolling his hips and slapping them quicker to rush to his orgasm like a needy teen, whimpering, whining, telling you how much he loves you, squinting his eyes as blurriness overlaps his vision, ghoul-like teeth barring now, sharp fangs inching closer to your neck where he hangs his open mouth over and breathes inordinately, biting your shoulder. Thighs hitting yours and it’s enough to wake you up at this point, tiredly opening your eyes, moaning quietly, being extremely careful not to move or else he’d definitely bite you harder. The way he drops one of your ankles and yanks your hips downward faster as he chases his orgasm has you biting your lip hard, keeping your voice low even though you wanted to cry out his name.

“Mhm, yeah,” Kaneki trembles, choking on his desperate sounds, uncaring of if he’s awaken you or not and continuing his brutal thrusts until his cum is filling you deep, grunting and lowering his shoulders onto yours—the only gentle thing he did. Both of your legs are by his side now, and as he regains his sanity, you wrap your arms around him, Kaneki already aware of your consciousness the minute his teeth skimmed your neck, hearing your heart thrash from his filthy assault.

“Thank you, baby,” he kisses you again. You smile faintly, massaging his scalp, drifting off back into slumber.

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[bokuroskitten]

am i the first? i hope i'm the first BUT! today i've been thinking abt sweet kitchen sex w drayken <33 he comes in the kitchen all groggy in the morning while you're making him breakfast bc you left him in bed alone too early, and he just kinda wraps his arms around you and flops onto you. starts kissing down your neck and the next thing you know, breakfast's been forgotten 😔

You are the first baby! Hi hello! What a perfec ask for this event 🥺💖✨ draken is usually always the first one to get up, but it’s his bday today, so you need to get up and make him the best breakfast in bed 🥺✨that’s why he’s a little grouchy when you’re not still tucked in his arms when he wakes up, and even worse, your side of the bed is cold, now unfair to him >:(((

He’s heavy against you when he leans his weight against your back, his bare chest radiating warmth and sending a chill that travels all the way down your spine. You lean up against the counter for support, giggling softly when lose locks of his black hair tickle your cheek.

“Why you laughin? This ain’t funny, come back to bed.” His words are grumbled into the side of your neck, large hands smoothing over your tummy and locking around your waist to pull you even closer to him. You laugh again, bowl still in hand as you continue to stir the eggs before adding them to the pan that’s currently on low heat.

“Can’t, making you breakfast. Its you’re birthday, remember handsome?”

“Don’t care. C’mere,” you should scold him for being so brash, but you cant help but blush a little at his clinginess that you don’t get to see very often. His hips gently rock up into the swell of your ass that’s only covered in a pair of cotton panties, and Draken let’s out a deep, warm breath that makes goosebumps rise along the column of your neck.

“You’re so pretty…” he reminds you as his lips leave open mouthed kisses over your skin, teeth lazily nipping at the dampened spots. His hands have made their way under your over sized T-shirt, his T-shirt actually, and tired fingers tug your away at your panties until they’re bunched lower around your thighs.

Your breakfast plans are long forgotten as you lean further into the counter, minimal protest leaving your lips when his cock, hard from morning wood, brushes between your asscheeks. “So good to me…” he still speaks as if he’s half asleep, voice deep and heavy as his leaky tip catches on your fluttering entrance.

“Ken…” you mewl for him, one hand reaching back to spread yourself open for him, making it even easier for him to sink into your familiar walls. You tilt your head back enough to kiss him, and both yours and his lazy, dragged out moans are caught between the embrace. He takes his time with it, hips moving slowly, just enough to give you both stimulation that rises over time.

You two don’t realize how long you’ve stayed bent over the kitchen counter, but breakfast is ordered later instead of being made, and Ken keeps himself buried in your sweet cunt for most of the day, cause that’s what he really wants for his bday 😌💖✨

Draken’s birthday party event masterlist 💛

[scapegrace74-blog]

Love Stained, Chapter 6

A/N  As I hinted at last week, this week’s installment arrives a day early.  My latent Catholicism means that I feel squicky about posting sexy fic on Easter Sunday.  Or, I just really wanted to get this chapter out into the world!

Thanks to everyone who has reblogged, liked, kudoed or commented on this fic.  I really appreciate your support.

The full fic to date can be read on my AO3 page.

“This is some of your best work.”

Sunbeams from the skylight bounced off the perfectly pomaded gleam of John Grey’s hair as he bent to examine a photograph of a ram’s horn more closely.

“Ye always say that,” Jamie grumbled as he prepared a second espresso for his friend and agent.

“Yes, well, this time I mean it.  Ta,” he added as the demitasse was pressed into his hand.

English to his Scot, refined to his primal, and polished where Jamie was rugged, the two had nonetheless been close since their early twenties, brought together by a mutual love of rugby and fine art.

Taking his time to re-examine each of the six giant photographs Jamie had thus far printed, John turned to address their creator.

“I can definitely parlay these into a gallery show in Chelsea.  Potentially even permanent representation in North America.  Say the word, and I’ll make some calls.”

It was a point of some friction between the pair that Jamie continued to drag his feet about expanding his career outside of Scotland.  It wasn’t a matter of profit, as neither were particularly motivated by money: Jamie by constitution and John because he’d inherited more than he knew what to do with.  No, his agent simply thought that the world needed more of the exact sort of beauty Jamie’s photographs provided, and it was hard to begrudge him that.

“No’ just now, John.  I’ve got some other priorities here in Scotland.”

Shrewd hazel eyes assessed him.

“Is there something going on in your life, Fraser?  A new woman, perhaps?”

Only every other week, Jamie wished he could retort.  Outwardly, he held his glacial calm.

“What makes ye ask that?”

“You got a haircut, for starters” John explained.  The artist ran his right hand through his now cropped curls.

“And that’s a new watch,” John added.  “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a watch.”

It was true.  He had shunned timepieces most of his adult life, preferring to measure time’s passage by the evolution of the sun’s light.  As a consequence, he was often late.  But passing by a jeweler on his way to buy more stop bath solution for his dark room this other day, this particular watch had caught his eye.  It had a dark leather band, a black onyx face and chunky silver hardware.  It had reminded Jamie of his father, although he couldn’t explain why.

“Well?” John prodded when he didn’t answer him.

“Ye ken fine well I dinna have a new woman,” Jamie snarled, eager to be left in peace.  “Will ye finish yer espresso and get out of here?  Ye ken it’s meant to be drunk all in one go and no’ sipped like a damn cup of oolong, aye?”

“Fine, fine.  I can tell when I’m no longer wanted,” John placed his empty cup in the tiny sink, not at all put out by his friend’s foul mood.   “You’ll let me know?  About Chelsea?”

“Aye,” Jamie appeased, ashamed of his churlish outburst.  “Ye’ll be the second to know.”

John slapped him on the shoulder and walked himself out.  Pushing the button for the freight elevator, he glanced back to the studio, where Jamie’s frame filled the open door.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, and I’ve always honoured that wish.  But Jamie, it’s been over four years since Paris.  I hate to see you alone when you’ve got so much to offer someone.”

Swallowing hard, Jamie braced his forearms against either side of the frame.  Backlit as he was, he looked like a Norse interpretation of the crucifixion.

“I’m no’ alone, John.  Not so long as I have ye around to harangue me.”

The other man smiled sadly, shaking his head but letting the matter drop.

***

The following week, Jamie arrived at the bothy uncharacteristically early.  With no sign of Claire or her car, he wandered towards the nearby dunes.  The breeze was sweet with marram grass.  Sunbeams chased shadows over the textured landscape, creating endless varieties of light.  Claire was right, it was a peaceful place.

A scant fifteen minutes later, the sound of an approaching engine called him back.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting long!” Claire greeted as she approached.  “There was a lane closed for construction on the Forth bridge.”

She was casually dressed in ivory capris and an oversized sweater that mimicked the oatmeal of the dried vegetation all around.

“No’ long at all.  And even if I had, it’s a bonnie day.  It wouldna have been a hardship.”

Claire laughed, a throaty, feline sound.

“You wouldn’t be so gracious if the weather was… what was your word again?  Plowetry?   There’s a spare key under this stone here.  Feel free to let yourself in anytime.”

Once inside, Jamie and Claire stood an arm’s length apart, awkward as they hadn’t been since their first meeting.  Jamie considered whether his early arrival had thrown Claire for a loop, depriving her of the time required to prepare for their session.

“Did you really find fossils in yon cliffs?” he asked when the silence grew stifling.

“Of course!  Ammonite shells, mostly, but I found a dragonfly in amber once.  In fact…”

From a shelf of assorted curios, Claire produced a translucent slab the same shade of golden topaz as her eyes.  Holding it up towards the light, the perfectly preserved insect was visible within.

“Uncle Lamb explained it was probably washed here by the tide, but twelve-year-old Claire was convinced it was a precious treasure given to a princess by a gallant Scottish knight.”

“A wee romantic, were ye?” Jamie teased.

“Let’s just say I had a very vivid imagination.”

They shared tender smiles, the earlier awkwardness dissipating like mist.

“Would ye mind…” Jamie began before censoring himself.

“What?”

“Oh, tis nothing important.  I was only going to ask if I might bring my camera the next time we meet.  To take some photos of the dunes and such.”

“You’d be more than welcome, Alex.  I didn’t realize you were a photographer.”

Warning bells, both professional and personal, clamored in his mind.  It wasn’t safe to be too well known.

“Och, it’s just a hobby.  Now,” he redirected the conversation to less risky topics, “are ye ready to discuss today’s session?”

With Claire’s tension visibly relieved by their easy banter, they settled into their customary positions on the futon.

“Today,” Jamie commenced with an oratorical flourish, “is all about talking.”  A pause for Claire’s anticipated reaction.

“Talking?  Last week was about touching.  Aren’t we going backwards?”

Raising a finger like a conductor directing an orchestra, his audience rolled her eyes.

“Ye are assuming, mo nigheann donn, that talking precludes touching, when in fact it will serve as the gateway to touch.  The rules of today’s session are that before ye lay a hand, or any other part of your body, mind, on me, you must first declare what it is that ye intend to do.  In as much explicit and carnal detail as ye see fit,” he added with a nudge of his elbow.  “And I shall do the same.”

Claire’s unique eyes were round and unblinking as she digested this news.  He silently observed her, knowing how important it was to the process for her to buy in at each step.

“Do I still get to decide if you act on your words?”  The birdlike tremble of her voice shimmered across his heart.

“Always, lass.  Ye may do all the talking and touching, if you prefer.  I only thought ye’d like to hear a few words of yer own.”

Jamie had given a lot of thought to the correct course of treatment for Claire’s dysfunction.  Although she’d never said so explicitly, the glimpses she’d given of her marriage led him to believe that her husband was the initiator of their sex life, and Claire’s role was as passive recipient.  While there were doubtless women out there for whom that arrangement would be perfectly satisfactory, his client wasn’t one of them.  For all her timidity, he sensed an active sensuality beneath her surface that she was yearning to claim.  It would be his very great privilege to help her do so.

“Start with something small,” he advised as she visibly debated her first move.

“Nothing about you is small, Alex.”

He might never know where he found the strength to not make the obvious retort.

“Okay, first I’m going to touch your hands.”

Fine but capable fingers reached out to where his own rested upon his thighs.  She traced their outline, seemingly fascinated by the length of each digit, the breadth of his palm.  Impulse satisfied, she picked up his left hand, cradling its weight as she urged him to turn his palm upwards.

“Open,” she prompted.

Close cropped nails teased the whorls at the end of each finger, dug into the fleshy mound at the base of his thumb.

“You’ve got a callous, here.” Her face was leaning forward, leaving him with a view of the ivory knobs of her spine where they disappeared below her jumper.

He could explain that she was holding his dominant hand, which spent most waking hours either holding a camera or submerged in chemical solvents.  Instead, he answered with an affirmative grunt.

Claire released him and sat back.

“Alright?”  He could see from her direct gaze that she was.  “My turn, then.  I believe I’ll start with your wee ear.”

To get to said ear, Jamie first needed to push back the walnut morass of hair that guarded it.  It was surprisingly soft and springy, like the fleece of a lamb.  Having temporarily tamed its vigour, his fingertips traced the ligament of her neck, which was admittedly not playing by the rules of the game.  Claire tilted her jaw to prolong the contact.  He seized the moment to dip his head and grab the tender nub of her earlobe between his lips, giving a subtle tug and quick lick before releasing it and leaning back.

“Velvet.  Like a deer’s antlers.”

Claire sat frozen with her mouth half open, as though she’d thought to scold him and then forgotten the words.

“I dinna say what part of me I’d be using to touch yer ear,” he justified pre-emptively.

Shaking herself from her stupor, a look of resolve settled on Claire’s expressive face.

“Your lips,” she declared, her eyes giving away her intention before she spoke.

Jamie’s tongue slipped out in anticipation.  Thankfully, he’d forgone the onions on his lunchtime burger and chewed a stick of gum on his drive to the bothy.  As Claire’s face drew closer and closer, his breath grew shallow, the blood in his veins racing madly.

At the very last second, she feinted backwards and instead of a kiss, his mouth was contoured by a single finger.  The sensation was still stimulating, perhaps more so because it was unexpected.

“Smooth,” Claire mimicked his reverential tone.  “Like a… banana peel.”

Mischief lit her gemstone eyes from within, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Verra funny, ye wee minx.”

Claire’s pupils dilated when, for his next move, Jamie stated he would be taking off his shirt.  Tossing the clothing aside, he leaned back against the futon as the afternoon sunlight played with the contours of his body.

“A regular exhibitionist, you are, Mr. Malcolm.”  The heaviness in her voice belied her light words.

From their earlier session, he knew she had a particular fondness for his chest.  Sure enough, she announced her intention to touch him there, and did so very thoroughly, rubbing his pecs and teasing his nipples with her nails until he was forced to squirm.  From there, she journeyed down the thin fletch of hair that bisected his torso until she met the concavity of his navel.  Jamie masked his groan with a cough.

“That’s my abdomen, no’ my chest, lass.  I thought you said ye were a physiotherapist?”

“Just scouting out the territory for future turns,” she quipped.  The pad of her retreating thumb caused his diaphragm to ripple like a billowing sail.

“Well, fair’s fair.  Take off yer top as well,” he commanded once he was certain his voice wouldn’t break.

He had expected some reluctance, if not an outright refusal, so it was with stunned delight that he watched Claire grasp the hem of her cotton shirt and raise it over her head.  Beneath it she wore a simple nude satin bra through which he could just make out the outlines of her nipples.  The swell of her breasts rose and fell with the havoc of her breath.

“Ye’re sae bonnie, Claire.”  The compliment escaped the cage of his professionalism.  The rosy hue of her cheeks deepened in response.

“Stand up.”  It was an order, not a request, and he was quick to obey.  Nimble hands made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, tugging downwards until they slipped past his lean hips and accordioned towards the floor.  He kicked impatiently until he was free of them, clad only in black boxer-briefs that did little to conceal his excitement, if Claire’s fixation on his crotch was any indication.

“Did I do that to you?”

It was such a preposterous question, he would have laughed had it not been asked with such heart-breaking earnestness.

“Aye, ye did.  I’m a surrogate, no’ a monk.  But I meant what I said, mo nighean donn.  Dinna concern yerself.  I’m quite capable of handling it.”

Claire nodded but continued to let her gaze flicker to the prominent ridge as he sat next to her.

“What’s on yer mind, lass?  Today’s exercise is all about talking, so ye may as well get it off yer chest.”

“It’s just that… Frank.  My husband,” she clarified needlessly.  “If he gets… aroused.  And I’m not able to, err, see to it?”  Claire paused.  Jamie took her fluttering hands in his own, trying to calm them. “He says that it’s my fault.  That I should finish what I start.”

The veil of red that descended over his thoughts was familiar, but never in this context.  He didn’t let his clients see him angry any more than he let them see him joyful or despondent or impatient.  His role was to be a cipher, an empty mirror to help these wounded women better see themselves.

Without meaning to, his hand now held Claire’s like a vice, halting their anxious twisting.

“Remember what I told ye about taking advice from those no’ qualified to give it?” he ground out.

“You said I should listen to a professional.  I’m trying, Alex,” she sighed.

“Aye, ye are.  And yer doing a braw job.  Jus’… let this wee bothy be a universe, if ye can.  When we’re together between its walls, on this ratty auld futon, leave the world and its opinions waiting at the door.”

Claire nodded solemnly.  The fragile construction of her self-confidence and arousal that they had been working to build was broken.  There was no point trying to regain the hard-won territory until they met again the following week.  Still, he couldn’t bear to leave her without trying to bring the greedy gleam back into her eyes.

“Would you…” Claire began just as Jamie asked, “May I kiss ye, Claire?”

“Oh!” An exclamation like a burst soap bubble.  “Please.”

“What were ye about to ask me?”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

The contact started hesitant, dry.  Pillowy and firm, Claire didn’t move her lips.  Hardly seemed to be breathing.  He was considering a withdrawal when the tiniest shiver of movement glistened between them.  Like a pebble balanced on a slope, it set off a cascade of reactions, each more cataclysmic than the last.  Angles, adjusting and readjusting.  Tongues, touching, caressing, diving deep and retreating.  And beneath it all, the wispy sweet sounds she was making, entering through his ears, bypassing his brain and heading straight for his cock.

The shadows across the floor had lengthened by the time Jamie rose to leave.  The stiff material of his jeans was unforgiving, but he donned them without complaint.  He left Claire reclined in the waning rays of sunlight, lovely as a pagan goddess on her futon throne.  His car only made it over the first row of dunes before he pulled over, glanced around to verify that he was alone, then reached for his zipper.

[fwkei]

Remember...?

Draken x fem!reader (mainly fluff slight angst)

Finally got my first request yall 🥳 I couldn’t strictly follow the request like i wanted to but i hope thats alright, the gist is still there. anyways thank you sm for it and i hope you enjoy 

TW/CW: Mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex work

WC: 7k (omg the most ive ever written🙆🏻‍♀️)

Note: I changed my writing style a bit for this request so i hope yall don’t mind! and again i dont read my stuff over so my apologies if theres any mistakes lmao

------------------------------------

You sat on the street, overheating as you watched the ‘heat waves’ coming off the ground. You held your hair up with one of your hands since you had nothing to tie it with, while the other held a lukewarm water bottle. You sighed, you felt so anxious and frustrated.

What now?  

You thought letting your mouth part due to your heavy breathing 

You took things too fast. It had been about 3 weeks since you left your parents ‘home’ and why did you leave? Well there were a number of reasons that are a bit too much to list, but all that matters now is that you’re completely and utterly on your own. 

You only managed to scavenge small jobs here and there to get some money to buy some basic necessities but nothing more. 

“Sorry Y/n, my niece is coming down to Tokyo and I told her she could have a job here and stay at the studio above...I’m gonna have to let go. I’m sorry.” said your boss to you only a couple hours ago, with pity filled eyes 

“...No it’s fine really! I understand.Thank you for taking me in while you could.” you said bowing your head at the man, biting your inner cheek trying to keep a level head 

“I’m happy you understand. You can leave your apron and hat on the cashier. On your way out.” he said patting your shoulder as you slowly brought your head up 

“Right..” you said taking off your apron and hat as you walked slowly to the cashier, placing it down 

You brought your hands to your temples out of stress, trying to figure out what you could do now. You only had very little money, and there was a heat wave striking Japan this week. At least your boss allowed you to live and pay rent in the small studio right above his store, which had an AC, but now that was for his niece.  

This had been the first time in a while where you had no idea what to do. You had always been the type of person to be able to take care of yourself and your problems..on your own. All your life since you can remember, you always had to be the one to take care of others, not that you mind or minded...but you were only so young. You never really had a childhood, at least not that you can remember. You do remember cleaning up after your parents who lost all will just to even... parent. You remember taking jobs as a babysitter at a really young age in your apartment complex to make some money.. You remember being the reliable older kid of your school and complex, where kids would come to you asking for help with things like homework all the way to buying something for them to eat because they were hungry. Not once did you ever say no, because you really did want to be there for those kids who’s parents didn’t give them the care they needed. But it just became too much.. You ended up spending all of your saved up money on them, just so they could have something to play with or something to eat. 

Before you even realized it, you were in your last year of high school, with no money saved over, no scholarships, no one to rely on but yourself. Not even a friend. Was it really the right thing to do? Use all your money that you worked so hard for to help kids he lived next door? Or just plain stupid? You knew you couldn't support them forever...but you tried so hard to. All you wanted was to give them a childhood they never had, and someone to look up too. But now you left them. All because you were frustrated. You felt so unbearably guilty. All the work you put into your studies to get at least some type of scholarship just went to waste because you couldn't handle your life anymore. You were being so so so stupid. 

Before you even knew it, the sun was going down, and you grew even more tired and sleepy. You signed, taking a jacket out of your bag and placing it on the ground so you could rest your head on it. You brought your hands to cushion your cheek as your eyes started to close. The air finally got a little cooler making it easier to breathe and well...do anything. 

As you were falling asleep you could hear chatter and laughing, and finally a tap on your shoulder waking you up. You cringed your eyes before opening them up more to see 2 women. One had blonde hair and the other had pinkish hair. They looked older than you, maybe in their 20’s. One held a bag and the other held a bottle of wine with two glasses, they bent down so their heads could be closer to yours. After examining you for a bit they turned to each other and smiled happily before turning back their gaze to your confused face. 

“Hey?” you said sitting up more, a little startled by the intimate contact they were giving you 

“Hey there, say...what’s a pretty girl like you sleeping on the street for?” asked the girl with pinkish hair that was tied into pigtails 

“I uh..don’t have a place right now so..” you said scratching your head 

“Really? Hmmm.” said he one with blonde hair 

“How old are you? And what’s your name? I think we can help you out! Woman to woman!” said the pink haired girl smiling sweetly making you feel fuzzy at their niceness 

“18, and it’s Y/n.” you said smiling nervously 

“Nice to meet you Y/n, I’m Remi, this is Rema, my twin sister.” said the pink haired girl pointing to the blonde as she waved sweetly 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too..!” you said bringing your hands to your thighs smiling 

“So did you just turn 18?” asked Rema 

“Sorta, 2 months ago, why?” you asked 

“Oh good!” they both said 

“Well, it’s your choice really. One of the girls left today, and the boss sent us to scout another girl to take her place, buttt we just went to buy food with no intentions of finding someone but luckily we just found you! It’s perfect!” said Remi 

“Oh? What work?” you asked getting excited 

“Oh silly, we live in a brothel! It’s really not all that bad you know, great pay and rooms...so what do you think?” asked Rema 

“A brothel..” you said under your breath 

Your mind was in a serious state of concentration. 

It can’t be all that bad, right? You just have to please people and go on with your day so… that’s what i've been doing my whole life… plus… there's a bunch of women in those things right? I probably won't get too much attention from customers if there's sweethearts like Remi and Rema walking around...so...just for the time being… I think it could really work out in my favor. 

You thought to yourself 

You brought your head up, giving the girls a closed eyes smile before shaking your head ‘yes’ making them jump in excitement. 

“Oh good!” yelled Remi grabbing your hands 

“I’m so excited! We haven't had a new girl in years! How do you think Ken will react?” asked Rema smiling as you 3 all started to walk 

“Ken?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows at the familiar name 

“Oh right, We’ll have to introduce you to him and everyone else tomorrow. He’s the bosses foster kid..I think you two are actually the same age.” said Rema bringing her pointer finger to her chin 

“Mhm mhm! Oh and since you're new, tomorrow I will take your pictures for the board, you can borrow one of my sets till you can afford to buy one for yourself, how does that sound Y/n?” asked Remi smiling and holding your hand 

“It sounds..great! Thank you so much.” you said bowing your head slightly 

“No worries! Hopefully the boss will take you in.” said Remi patting your head 

“Yeah..” you said as you 3 continued to walk to the brothel 

You couldn't seem to get your mind off of that familiar name..Ken? You swore you knew someone named that. It definitely wasn't a popular name so it’s not like you knew it from some type of T.V program.. After thinking hard your whole way to your new home you couldn't seem to remember them. The person named Ken. And so you decided to brush it off for the time being. 

The brothel was pretty big, and consisted of 12 girls, not including yourself. It was really late so everyone was asleep. Remi and Rema showed you to your room which was much more spacious than your room at home. They told you that you were allowed to decorate it and style it however you wanted. But they told you it was important to know that this was the room where business would be done, and not to leave important things around since some of the men came into brothels for the sole purpose of stealing. Remi even told you a story about how one of her clients tried to steal one of her panites, but then the boy named Ken stopped him by knocking him out with one punch to the stomach.   

“He sounds strong-” you laughed as they gave you a small tour 

“He sure is! Like the bodyguard of this place! He’s a sweetheart!” said Remi smiling 

“I’m sure..!” you smiled 

“Alright that’s about it, you should shower now and get ready for tomorrow. The boss will probably wanna take a look at you before seeing if he wants you. But I'm sure he will! You're pretty so it’ll go smoothly!” said Remi handing you her shower stuff for you to use for tonight and a set 

“Got it, and again...thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” you said again 

“Of course! Remember..we’re neighbors so feel free to knock whenever you need something..Also I can give you some tips before your first client so you know what to do.” she said smiling 

“Right, goodnight then!..” you said feeling your face get hot at how she so easily talked about sex. 

After that, you did exactly as she said, you showered. You thoroughly washed your body, face, and hair. Getting out you looked down at the set Remi gave you. It was just a black bra and matching panties with a silk cover up which made you feel better knowing you could cover up with that.  

You rubbed your mouth as you started to rethink your decision. I mean...you respected sex workers..but was this life what you were willing to settle for? Aimlessly waiting around for some random horny man to choose you and do things with you just for you to get only 40% of the payment? Was this all really worth it? Leaving home to avoid your problems...to end up here? You were grateful, yes, Remi and Rema were so sweet and open with you. You could only hope that the others were just as nice. You really wanted things to go well, and that can only start with some good rest. 

You woke up to a knock on your door, to see Remi and Rema walking in with a smile 

“Morninggg!” they sang as you quickly got out of bed 

“Hi!” you said frantically 

“No need to rush! Usually men start coming in at 10, but since you don't work here officially yet you got to sleep in a bit! But the boss called for you, you should go to the set up room down the hall to get ready, remember it?” asked Rema 

“Yeah I do. Thank you for waking me-!” you said smiling and grabbing your stuff and shoes 

“Course, good luck Y/n!” they said as you quickly walked out of your room to get ready 

As you walked in, there were a few other girls getting ready. You smiled and introduced yourself to them, and them to you. They were all so nice and pretty. It made you feel a little bit better about being here, and less nervous since they complimented your looks. You got ready in about 10 minutes, letting one of the other girls help you out with your hair and stuff like that. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror before stepping out and waving to the girls ‘bye.’ 

You nervously walked to the boss's door. You took a deep breath before knocking. You heard a muffled ‘come in!’ so you walked in smiling while holding your covering close. You gave a nervous closed eyes smile before seeing his office was simple, just a desk with a bunch of papers and a chair on the other side. 

“Y/n, correct?” he asked placing down his paper and taking off his glasses to look at you

“Yes.” you said smiling 

“Pleasure-” he said leaning over the desk to shake your hand 

“Likewise.” you said smiling, shaking his hand firmly before sitting down

“Well, I’m sure Remi and Rema told you just about everything you need to know, I take 60% of your earrings, I use that stuff to pay for rent and bills for you girls and my kid… which usually takes up about 30% of that 60%, meaning you make a profit of 40, while I make only a profit of 30 per girl.” he said 

“Yeah, I was told.” you said smiling nervously fiddling with your hands

“Good good, now that that's over with..” he said getting up ad signing 

“I’m just gonna take a look at you, no need to be nervous I’m not gonna touch you or anything, so please don’t feel worried.” he said smiling 

“Right!” you said getting up 

“Alright just do a quick 360 with arms up.” he said smiling 

“Okay.” you said doing as he said 

He looked you up and down but not in a lustful way at all, it was more of like a ‘just seeing how you’ll hold up’ kinda look, almost like he was a bit worried for you. 

“Thank you-” he said sitting back down as you did the same feeling nervous

“I was also told you’re 18? Right?” he asked looking down at his papers 

“Yeah that's right.” you said 

“Well I don't usually have this talk with the other woman because they're older. I know the age of consent in Japan is 16 and blah blah, but you’re still pretty young, are you sure you wanna work like this?” he asked looked into your eyes 

“...Not entirely but it’s the best I can do right now.” you said with a determined face

“I see- we’ll then welcome, and just remember you can leave whenever you want, but give a 2 weeks notice. When Remi is done, ask her to take your picture.” he said 

“Understood, thank you!” you said said smiling and leaving   

You walked out of the room, closing the door carefully signing in relieve 

That went pretty well.

You thought 

You started to walk down the hall so that you could ask Remi to take your picture. But when you put your ear to the door, you heard lewd noises letting you know she wasn’t done just yet. It was already 5, and the brothel closes at 10. You didn’t really know what to do, so you walked over to the kitchen, sitting down at one of the stools waiting for Remi and or Rema to finish up with their work. You tapped the pen that was on the table and started to look around the kitchen. You remembered Remi told you there were snacks in the cabinets, so you got up and started to open and close them one by one to find something to eat. You finally found a cabinet filled instant ramen, you grabbed one and started to pour water into it, popping it into the microwave that was on the counter top. You stood in front of it waiting, playing with the loose strings of you covering when suddenly you heard the door open. 

“I’m home.” said the tall boy with dark hair tied back to reveal a dragon tattoo on the side of his head 

Is this Ken? 

You thought as the microwave beeped, making his eyes turn to you

You quickly shot your eyes to the microwave, hoping he didn’t notice your stare. He looked so familiar it was almost irritating how you couldn’t remember him. You took the hot cup out of the microwave, placing it down on the counter top, ignoring his presence as he walked over, placing down the plastic bag in his hand, noticing your frustrated face trying to figure out where the utensils are. 

“Left of the sink are where they are.” he said sitting down on the stool across from you after looking at your face a bit 

“Thank you.” you said smiling nervously turning around to grab a pair of chopsticks 

“Are you new here?” he asked taking out a styrofoam box from the plastic bag, opening it to reveal a hot meal of meat and rice and vegetables 

“Yeah..I was supposed to start today but I don’t have my pictures taken yet.” you said smiling turning back to mix your noodles 

“Could you grab me a pair too?” he asked realizing he forgot to take a pair of chopsticks from the restaurant 

“Sure-” you said turning back quickly to grab some for him, placing it in his hands as he gave you a soft smile making your eyes widen slightly. 

“You look familiar..” you both said at the same time making both your eyebrows raise in shock then turn into a slight scoff from the both of you 

“Glad we’re on the same page then.” he said taking a bite of his food as you did the same still standing 

“You know you can sit down, don’t feel nervous.” he said looking up you slightly 

“..yeah.” you said smiling, walking around and sitting next to him. 

“So when’d you come?” he asked turning his head slightly to see your mouth filled with noodles making him smile a bit 

“..I came by last night, really late with Remi and Rema.” you said after finishing your bite

“I see...I feel like I remember you from somewhere, can’t pinpoint it though.” he said looking back down at his food 

“Same here, and you must be Ken though, right? When I first heard your name I swore the same thing but I just can’t remember..” you said before sipping some of the broth of your soup

“Yeah, but you can call me Draken and your name?” he asked getting up to grab a napkin from across the table 

“Draken...sure! Oh right, my bad. It’s Y/n. Nice to meet you-” you said smiling holding your hand out for him to shake

He only completely shot up to look into your eyes with his wide ones. You gave him a confused look as you watched him get knocked out of his thoughts, bring his hand up to shake your hand before clearing his throat and walking back over to sit. Maybe you struck a nerve? Maybe had the same name as someone who hurt him in the past? You really didn’t know but it made you feel interested. He looked like he just had his life flash before his eyes or something. 

“Are you okay?” you asked 

“Uh yeah, I’m fine. My head just hurts a bit.” he said looking as if he was deep in thought 

“Oh? I have some tylenol in my room.. You want one? Or I can make you a cold drink, you’re probably dehydrated?” you asked smiling a bit 

Draken turned his head to look at you, his mouth was parted, and he just looked so..anxious? You couldn’t even tell, almost like congested because he wanted to say something. 

Draken felt his heartbeat quicken when he heard your name. As soon as you said it, a random memory that was buried deep in the back of his mind hit him as he quickly re-lived it. But could it really be you? The Y/n he knew from so so so long ago? Around 10 years ago? There could be no way, he remembers the girl moving to a different city..the chances were so low that it could really be you already. 

But the second you said those words.. Those words of offering to make something for him, or give him something, despite you thinking you only just met him...Made him know that it was really the Y/n he met when he was only a little boy...but how the hell did you turn up here? In a place and part of town like this? He was so confused and just wanted to ask you...but you still didn’t remember him. 

“..No I’m alright, thanks..can I ask you somethin-” said Draken before being interrupted 

“Y/n!! Come on, let's take your pictures!” yelled Remi coming out of her room waving as a man walked out too buttoning his shirt 

“Sorry, just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later.” you said smiling and standing up and walking over to Remi

Draken watched you as you walked away. He saw Remi give you a hug, and the man that was walking out checked you out to which Draken gave him a pissed off look. Making the man smile nervously, wave, and leave. 

Do you really wanna live your life like this, Y/n?

He thought to himself before packing up his trash and throwing it away

Remi took your pictures, telling you to do different poses etc, and you finally settled on one. You walked over to the front of the house to place your picture in its designated area above your name. You signed, stepping back to look at it, fixing your gaze to see Draken was walking over with his hands in his pocket, looking as he was going to leave. You saw him glance at the photo making you feel slightly embarrassed.

“Nice.” he said smiling but looking into your eyes in a way where it looked like he was concerned for you. 

Just as you were about to thank him a man walked in and started looking at you making you feel nervous. The man requested you, and so you smiled at him pointing your hand to where the showers were, as you started to walk behind him, you turned your hand giving a thumbs up to Draken with a nervously flushed face, smiling, as he he brought his hand up giving you a thumbs up with soft and concerning eyes before opening the door and leaving. It made your smile fade slightly, you’ve seen that face before from him. But not from today.. And it was all you could think about during your work. 

As you laid in your room, after work you couldn’t help but feel a little bit...stupid? You felt so unsatisfied, not because of your customers but because you just couldn’t remember. It felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch hard enough, and with every interaction you had with the boy almost felt like a tease, like the itch just became more itchy and your scratches just became more weak. Maybe if you spend more time with him, you’ll remember? 

It had been about 4 weeks, 4 weeks of saving your money, and every 4 weeks the boss collected his fair share of the cut. It wasn’t a pretty 4 weeks, it was probably the worst 4 weeks of your life. But... you and Draken would often exchange stories about your lives late at night which you enjoyed a lot. It always makes you feel better. But yet again you still couldn't figure him out. You felt as though you’ve met him before, and as though you two have had these kinds of talks before. 

Draken only grew more and more helpless, seeing how you still haven’t remembered. He was slowly watching your life crumble. He felt so angry that you settled and believed you deserved to live like this, barely scraping by. He felt so awful, and saw how you grew so tired of it all. He just so badly wanted you to remember him, so that he could once again talk to you like he did before.

You had one last customer before closing, going through your usual routine, this n that, the man offered you a drink. You stupid obliged drinking it, hoping it would make your time more enjoyable but you were wrong, so very wrong, and so very stupid for drinking that stupid drink. You remember some parts, you did your job, then it all went black.. You woke up after hearing knocking on your door. You jumped out of bed, confused. You remember seeing the man leave as you started to fall asleep but that's about it. Usually you never fall asleep after the work because you never do much, your mind started to panic. But the door opened revealing Remi smiling.

“Hey sleepy! Boss says it’s your turn, come on, get your cash!” she said smiling 

“Right let me just..it’s in my drawer..I don't know why I fell asleep so fast I think alcohol makes me sleepy.” you said getting out of bed and kneeling in front of your drawer to get the envelope of cash you had been saving.

“Heh, same here. I never accepted drinks from clients..they never had good intentions with that!” she said coming over and sitting at your bed 

“..yeah.” you said starting to feel that panic arise in your body when seeing the envelope was...gone.

“What's wrong?” asked Remi noticing you were frozen 

“I- the money..It’s gone..he took it..” you said with wide eyes feeling as though you were about to sob realizing you had just lost thousands of yen.

“Don’t say that..it..it probably just got misplaced! Come on, I'll help you look!” said Remi getting up  

You couldn't even respond because of the amount of panic you were in. Your heart was racing and you felt tears fall from your eyes. After about 15 minutes of looking, you two found nothing. Absolutely nothing. You sat on the floor with your hand over your mouth, again, trying to keep a level head. 

What now..?

You thought to yourself feeling hot tears stream from your face.

“Hey..guys? Boss is calling for you Y/n..what’s going on?” asked Rema walking in seeing you covering your face, crying 

“She was robbed by the guy who just left, he put something in her drink to knock her out while he looked around and took the money...she doesn’t have the money.” said Remi 

Rema’s mouth parted in shock and pity. 

How could you mess up something so easy? All you had to do was keep your money safe. But you even failed at that. 

“You have to tell him, Y/n.” said Rema rubbing your back

“Yea..yeah, could you two just give me a second? I’ll be right out.” you said smiling while wiping your face 

“Sure.” they said frowning and walking out 

You fisted your hands, and grabbed your covers before screaming into them to muffle your sounds..

Okay..it was a couple of thousand yen...not too bad right? I can promise the money by tomorrow..I’ll pick up some sort of street job...yeah! That’s good. Everything is fine..it’s fine.

You thought to yourself before wiping your face on more time and slapping both sides of your cheeks to wake you up.

You got up and walked to the bosses door feeling the eyes of people on your back. You knocked on the door before opening it slowly, refusing to make eye contact as you went to stand in front of the man with your arms behind your back.

“Alrighttt, let’s see here, in the last four weeks you had a total of 37 customers, so you should have around 300,000 yen, correct?” he asked looking at his paper 

“Yes.” you said still looking down

“Alright, just hand it to me so I can count and divide it, you can sit.” he said smiling holding his hand out 

“I..I don-” you said before being interrupted by a knock 

“Come in.” he said 

“Hey sorry dad, Y/n left her money with me while she went out. Thought I should bring it to her. Remember, Y/n?” said Draken walking in with an envelop in his hand smiling as he came to stand next to you, as you nodded your head ‘yes’ 

“Oh, thank you Ken.” he said smiling and taking the envelop 

Your mouth parted as you gave a confused look, Draken only smiled and gave you a thumbs up while his dad counted the money. You felt so guilty and shocked, and all you could do was just stand there, like an idiot. 

“Here you are...120,000 back..” he said, patting the money on the table to make it flat, putting it back into the envelope and handing it to you

You hesitantly brought your hand to grab it, glancing over at Draken who gave you small smile

“Thank you-” you said to him seeing Draken was already opening the door to leave 

You quickly followed after him as he walked into his room. Before entering his room he turned around and looked down at you 

You felt your eyes soften as you felt as though you were about to cry again, you tilted your head and neck down biting the inside of your cheek to keep in your cry. 

“I promise I’ll pay all of it back by tomorrow, all 300,000.” you said 

“Do you ever give yourself a break?” he asked as you brought your head up to look at him seeing he looked almost irritated 

“You didn’t even ask why I did it, you just immediately jumped to feeling guilty. And you don’t need to pay me back. Really.” he said bringing his hand to close to the door, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist making his breath hitch 

“Why?” you asked looking into his eyes 

“You still don’t remember? Even after all this time we’ve spent together?” he asked smiling as you took your hand off his wrist 

“Remember...?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, but then it suddenly hit you

“I swear it wasn’t me! I didn't steal!” yelled a little boy with blonde hair as two cops stood in front of him 

You tilted your head and walked closer, but still keeping your distance to hear. It was a winter day and you were on your way to the corner store to buy some snacks, but you were met with an interesting scene. You kept your hands in your pockets as you listened over to the boy screaming and pleading his innocence 

“I wouldn’t steal something so stupid! What would a kid like me need a lighter for!! I don’t know how it ended up in my pocket! Lay off!” he yelled as the officer dangled the lighter in front of his face

A lighter?

“Keep it down! We know how troubled you kids are here! Especially with those tattoos!” yelled back the cop as the boy grew angry and fisted his hands, ready to punch the cop

“Hey!!!” he heard a voice yelled 

“Hey wait a minute!” you yelled waving your hand smiling as you ran to the scene 

“Can we help you?” asked one of the cops in a soft tone 

The blonde boy grew quiet, and you saw his hands loosen as he looked at your smiling face 

“Yeah, why are you two yelling at my brother?” you asked furrowing your brows at the two grown man 

“...Your so-called brother stole a lighter from the corner store right behind you, where are your parents? We would like to have a word with them.” he said standing up straight 

“Yeah, and talk about how they let their son tattoo himself already..” said one under his breath making the other laugh 

You looked over at the boy growing angry, you gave him a smile..making him calm down.

“He said it was just an accident, I asked him to pick up a lighter from the store so that we could light a candle at our father’s grave! See!” you said digging into your bag to pull out a candle 

“He probably felt pressured because I asked him to get it, so if you’re gonna get mad at someone, get mad at me!” you said as you started to fake cry 

“It’s our father's death anniversary, and you're yelling at kids for making a mistake.” you faked cried

“Yeah!!” yelled the boy making you smile under your hands as the two officers became anxious, feeling bad for what they had just done.

“..we’re sorry. Please let us apologize.” they said slightly bowing at you two 

“I don’t think we can accept it...you two also made fun of the dragon tattoo on his head!...dragons were our dads favorite animal. He risked his life fighting for Japan and you two are laughing at him! Is that how your mother taught you how to behave?” you asked pretending to wipe you tears as the blonde boy watched you in awe seeing you toy with grown men 

“Please let us treat you both to whatever you’d like from the corner store as an apology!” they both said bowing lower making you smile and look back at the boy. You gave him a thumbs up as a smile grew on his face 

“Fine..come on then?” you said as both the officers raised their heads, opening the doors of the corner store for you both 

You and the blonde boy walked around the store, filling your baskets with all types of things. The blonde boy watched you in just pure awe as you walked around picking your favorite snacks, as he did the same, glancing at you every now and then. 

“Here.” you said smiling at the cops 

“Right!” they said frantically taking out their wallets as the boy placed down his stuff nervously, still watching you

“Oh and-” you said reaching your hand to grab the lighter from the officer and placing it into the bunch of snacks 

You smiled, your hands were behind your back as you watched the officers pay for yours and the boys' food, placing them into bags for you guys too. You grabbed the lighter and your bag, as the boy did the same 

“Mom told us to meet her at the cemetery steps, remember?” you said looking into the boys eyes

“..yeah, I remember.” he said smiling feeling his face become hot 

“Let’s go then.” you said smiling and taking his hand as you two ran out of the store 

After a bit you two stopped and sat on the curbside while you both chose a snack to eat.  

“Here’s your lighter, you don’t have to stay with me by the way.” you said handing him the steel lighter 

“..Thanks” he said 

“Sure- what do you need it for anyway?” you asked smiling 

“My boss asked for it.” he said putting it in his pocket

“Oh, are you in some type of delinquent group?” you asked looking at him 

“Yeah..” he said smiling 

“That's cool, what do you guys do?” you asked taking a sip of your drink 

“We kinda just...like...do stupid stuff and fight..” he said 

“Sounds fun, but...stupid.” you said laughing making him scoff 

“Why’d you do it?” he asked 

“Do what?” you asked back turning you gaze to him 

“Come in to cover me. You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble because of me.” he said with a frustrated face 

“You’re right, I just wanted to, that's all.” you said smiling making his mouth part and cheeks redden

“You seem pretty fun too so I thought we could be friends or something..” you said nervously 

“Yeah! Sure- We can be friends!” he said happily making you feel flustered 

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Y/n, yours?” you asked holding over your hand 

“Ken, but you can call me Draken-” he said taking ahold of your hand gently as you gave him a closed eyed smile blushing 

“where the hell did you find that candle and com up with that whole sob story Y/n?”

“Dunno, I saw the candle on the ground by a newspaper, I kinda just winged it- “

After that day you remember hanging out with Draken almost every other day. You remember him telling you how he and his close friends started their own gang and needed some sort of funding, and so you gave it to him, on his birthday.

“I saved up! You said that you and your friends needed some money to start off so that you guys could buy a flag or banner? Right? Well, here’s 30,000 yen for your birthday!” you said handing him an envelope and a small balloon.

“Are-are you serious right now Y/n?” he asked taking the gifts, opening the envelope to look inside to see the money as his eyes lit up 

“Yeah, I babysit more kids now so I was able to put some aside for you.” you said smiling satisfied with his reaction 

He didn’t even say anything, all he did was bring his arms around you upper body, hugging you tight making you laugh as you brought yours to hug him back 

“Thank you- you’re the best! The guys will be so happy!” he said smiling while grasping your wrists in excitement. Your eyes traced over his face as they soften. You smiled. 

“Likewise.” 

And- after that, you remember the day you 2 separated as friends. You both sat on the curbside, you remembered you called him to come and see you. It was a winter night and the sun was going down. 

“I uh..well I don’t really know how to say this without sounding cliche but-”

“What? Are you gonna confess that you’re madly in love with me or something?” he asked grinning, making you sweat drop 

“Jeez be quiet...I’m trying to make this a memorable moment-” you signed smiling, placing your palms on the cold cement 

“Alright let’s hear it then Y/n-!” he said bringing his hands to the back of his head as he laid down looking up at the stars 

You only frowned slightly, you shifted your position so that you could sit beside him and have a good look at his face. 

“You’re scaring me..” he said jokingly making you smile 

“It was really fun the past year.” you said smiling as Draken shot his head up to look at you face to face 

“The hell are you talking like that for?” he asked furrowing his brows 

“My parents can’t afford living in any districts in Tokyo anymore, so we’re moving to another city… about 4 hours train ride from Tokyo so-” you said looking down at your hands on the floor

“So? You act like I won't be able to come and see you or you come and see me..” he said ducking his head a bit so that you could look at him 

“Draken, train tickets are about 220 yen per person, I can't afford it, and if you came by to see me I'd feel guilty because you’d be wasting your money just to only see me for like an hour.” you said 

“How can I be wasting my money on you? It’s not wasting if I wanna do it and see you, plus what makes you think it'll only be a couple hours?” he asked 

“I’ll have to start working once we get there, so I wouldn’t have anytime...I wanna start saving so that one day I can come back to Tokyo and live here, so that I can see your dream come true of helping your friend create a ‘new era of delinquents’ you know? I’ll even help you guys if you want with financial stuff or something.” you said smiling at him 

Draken bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to tell you so bad how he felt but..

“Look, I have a feeling I know what you’re gonna say..just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later, okay?” you said placing your hand on top of his causing his eyes to widen 

“...You’ll remember me, right?” he asked looking into your eyes deeply making your mouth part 

“Yeah, I’ll remember you as long as you remember what you wanted to tell me. Cause I feel the same” you said smiling as a tear fell from your eyes 

“good...I will.” he said smiling back and tilting his head and wiping it off your face

After the memories hit you, you stood there with wide eyes and tears, with your wrist covering your quivering mouth. You had completely suppressed your memories of Draken, and your feelings because you knew you wouldn't be able handle being apart from him for so long. And he did the same. You couldn’t imagine how unbearable it was for him to be waiting up like this. You looked up at him seeing his eyes were softly looking at you. You could do nothing but bring your arms around him hugging him, as he brought his arms around you to do the same. You were still such in shock. 

“I never thought you’d end up in a place like this, living a life like this.” he said against your ear 

“I don’t wanna see you like this, please let me take care of you like you did for me..” he said said tightening his grip slightly  

You could only cry at his words, you didn’t even wanna try to speak because you knew it would only come out as a sob. Was it really alright for you to rely on someone so much?

He pulled back from the hug and looked at your face, seeing you were still crying as you nodded your head ‘yes’, he smiled and wiped them away with his thumb. The smile on his face...he looked so satisfied...and happy...happy that you finally remembered. Finally remembered him.

[heauxzenji]

Brainrot Kinktober 10/5

a blank canvas

Cumplay: Tendou Satori x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is PURE filth- unprotected sex (why am I like this), spitting, squirting, tit-fucking, light dirty talk, obviously cum/cumplay, taking pics but it’s consensual, overstim kinda, Tendou is gross but god it’s so sexy

Word Count: 730

There’s a symphony of sinful sounds echoing throughout Tendou’s bedroom- skin slapping against skin, deep grunts, the creaking of his bed frame , intensely strained moans, a sickening, wet squelching… but you couldn’t be bothered to care if his housemates had heard; he was making you feel so good- too good.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Don’t fucking stop!”

He had you on all fours, roughly drilling into your sopping cunt. You had already cum on his cock twice now, and the way his balls were brushing against your clit with each intense thrust had your third orgasm quickly bubbling up. Tendou had pulled your head back by your neck, tipping your chin up to him as he licked his lips and stared into your eyes. You knew what that look meant. You immediately opened your mouth, seeing a sliver of spit leave his and enter your own, you swallowing hard and shoving your face back down into his mattress.

“That’s it- right fucking there,” he hissed, delivering a powerful strike to your ass, grabbing your hips and speeding up even more, hell bent on making you conuvulse. His stamina was unmatched, and when coupled with the fact that he was quite honestly the nastiest man you’d ever been with was enough to keep you cumming- and coming back for more.

“Cum on my cock right fucking now,” he commanded.

His words and another smack against your ass were enough to have you screaming as you rode out your high, your pussy convulsing and gushing over him, another wet spot in his mattress forming below you. He loved the mess, he loved the sight of his lower half being soaked in your arousal and lust for him.

His hand slapped against your now dripping hole before sinking his fingers inside, mixing up your juices as he held you there just to hear the depraved sounds coming out of your sloppy cunt. He loved it. He pulled out, sucking his fingers clean and finally allowing you to flop down onto the bed, before flipping you onto your back, licking his palm and stroking his cock.

“Push your tits together, pretty baby,” he snarled.

He took his phone from the nightstand as you did exactly what he said, waiting for him to slide his throbbing cock in between.

“Say cheese,” he snapped the lewd photograph of you, flash making it hard to see in the dimly lit room, but you looked absolutely beautiful in your fucked out state, tongue out and mouth wide open for him as he lay in between your chest.

“A keeper, like always,” he grinned, finally starting to fuck your tits.

You pushed them together as he thrusted in between them, licking little stripes at his head, oozing with Precum. Tendou rolled your nipples in between his fingers. His breath started to become more ragged, letting you know he was close.

“Cum for me, ‘Tori,” you purred. “I want your cum all over me!”

“Your wish is my command,” he cooed, tracing a finger along your jawline and into your mouth. Your suckling of his fingers was enough to send him over the edge, spilling hot cum all over your neck, chest, and face.

He couldn’t resist snapping another photo- this time with you so desperately licking his release from any point that you could drag it up with your fingers.

“Such a filthy fucking cumslut. Fucking beautiful filthy cumslut,” he smirked.

He traced his finger along his own trail of cum, swirling it around and along your body. His cock was still twitching as he rubbed his thumb against the tip, wiping up the last bits of his release and adding it to the pool, dragging his seed along your stomach into the shape of a heart.

“You’re sick!” You squealed, giggles filling the room as he began to wipe you down.

“I am an artist, actually,” he retorted. “And your body is my canvas. I’m free to decorate it however I want,” he trailed off.

You pulled him down onto you, leaving his face hovering a few inches from yours. Your free hand found your way to his length, pumping him again to feel him harden at your touch once more. Tendou cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Then paint me, Picasso,” you smirked. He shuddered at the combination of your words and your touch, cock stiffening again almost immediately.

Brainrot Kinktober Taglist (if your url is bolded, pls check ur privacy settings!): @definitelythotful @riniwrits @shrimpypenis @nonexistent-social-life @crushingonsuga @revolutionary-chocolate-cake @right-shoe-jpg @sugawara-sweetheart @nxynxy @aoba-baby @arianna20​ @scorpiosanssexy @ceo-of-daichi @dinosaurtsukki @turquoiselace @nonamemaximum @omibaby @chokemelevi @bokuakadaily @haikyuuangst @cutie-aesthetic-palace @whet-ones-write @superdepressedhoe @iwachanswh0re @crushzone @kiseox @mysticalroadnightempath @toobsessedsstuff @trouvelle @kodzu-ken @elianetsantana @sonyaroses-blog @tsukkisbitch

[athyathye]

Start a riot

Baji keisuke x reader

11k words

Angst one shot fic

May contain manga spoilers!

Trigger warnings : Violence, curse words and more

Author's note : Hi! This'll be my debut in the fanfic writing world. Feedbacks and criticism will be greatly appreciated! If you decide to read this thank you very much! But also please interact if you read

And! Tokyo revengers does not belong to me. All credits go to Ken Wakui

Tap tap

Your first love was Keisuke Baji.

Tap tap

Nobody knew him better than you.

Tap tap tap

You walked towards your window which was the source of those annoying tapping sounds. You pulled your curtains apart, then appeared the long-haired You pulled your curtains apart, then appeared the long-haired appearance of Keisuke Baji himself.

You opened your window to let him pass through, the air becoming tense. Nobody spoke for at least 5 minutes, you were wary, you didn’t know what he was gonna say, what he was gonna do, but you knew, it had to be because of the big fight that was about to happen tomorrow.

“......I’m scared” He finally spoke up. His legs bent, head on his knees as he looked downwards allowing shadows to loom over his face.

“...Me too” You spoke sincerely, the whole situation was extremely chaotic. What you both knew was that someone, preferably from the other side, was going to get hurt at least fatally

“You don’t have to go through with this, kisaki probably already figured us out in the beginning, well at least figured me out.” He could feel his voice getting dry.

“Once they start to riot, I’m a dead man as well. I’ve gone too far to back out now, I just hope the members will forgive us.” The cold air that was nipping through your skin from the window gave your body goosebumps

Baji noticed this as he stood up and walked closer to your figure that was sitting on the bed, “C’mon you have to at least have a little faith in our friendship, knowing them, Toman would’ve also figured us out by now. I’m  such a dumb f*ck that I can’t even fool anyone” He spoke as he took off his Toman jacket uniform that he wore for comfort and wrapped it on your figure.

“Yes, honestly you are an absolute idiot. I can’t lie about that now can I?” you smiled, which brightened up the mood a bit as he responded with his own smile and a counter of “Yeah? You think you’re gonna be a big shot after this?Honestly, I didn’t even have hope you could pull through. And nobody could easily pull a reaction from the Keisuke Baji”

“Ah, I know right, I’m gonna be so famous after this I might probably have to move countries for my safety. Literally.” you joked as you laid back down on your bed closing your eyes, you could feel the tension coming back.

“Too soon huh?”

“Too f*cking soon, y/n”

FLASH BACK

“Keisuke! Is it true!?” you barged into his room after his mom opened the door for you downstairs.

“Is what true?” He was on his desk, an open math book on his hand along with his glasses on his pale and sweaty face

“Cut the sh*t, I’m not your mom” You spoke through breaths as you went closer to him and held his collar

“Just what is inside your pea of a brain, you moron?!?” you shook him back and forth, before his hands clasped yours. You saw his eyes, nothing but a void of despair and emptiness, as if he lost all the will to live.

“You don’t get to come into my house and insult me, you know. What you heard was probably true. I left Toman, it’s none of your business anyway, you’re not a part of their gang nor any other for that matter.” He spoke, his voice cold and filled with venom. A far cry from his usual happy and teasing tone that you were used to.

Stiffening up from uneasiness, you gritted your teeth. Without changing your facial expression, you struck him. Struck him real hard.

“None of my business? Don’t make me laugh Baji. Our friends- Your friends- have been calling me this past hour telling me sh*t I can’t, for the life of me, believe. So you tell me yourself. Just what-”

“JUST WHAT Y/N!!?? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY!??! THAT I DIDN’T LEAVE TOMAN? THAT I DIDN’T JOIN ANOTHER GANG!? F*CK’S SAKE EVERYTHING IS TRUE, IT’S BEEN LAID OUT FOR YOU JUST HOW STUPI-”

You struck him once more but this time with a punch that left him falling to the ground

“You do not get to talk to me like that. Not at all, you- you-” tears were now cascading down your face as you raised a hand to wipe some away.

Drip drip

It sounded as it landed on the hardwood floor of Baji’s room

“Kids are you alright? Are you guys fighting?” The worried motherly tone of his mother came prior to knocking on the door.

“We”re fine mom, just a little disagreement, it's just a video game we’re playing. Nothing big.” Baji couldn’t even look at you right now, if he did he knew he’d crack. You weren’t known as “the girl who could control the feral dog” for nothing

Baji’s life involved you, he knew he could never get rid of you, at least not for long. He couldn’t even sort out his feelings for you yet, whether he liked you as a friend or not.

“Please tell me. Don’t shut me out Keisuke.” The pleading, shaking voice of yours almost broke down baji’s walls. But he knew he should be stronger than that. Stronger for you and his friends.

“Just leave me alone y/n. If you’re friends with Mikey then you’re my enemy now as well” He said as he turned towards his window to at least hide his trembling hands

“How could you just switch sides like that? I need answers, Keisuke” you stepped closer to him, your hand landing on his shoulder

He slapped it away as he coldly muttered “Don’t find answers from me. Go talk to mikey and figure it out” He hoped you would, to buy him some time or at least for you to find out his true feelings

“Don’t come to my house anymore. I don’t need bugs like you” It took him a lot to say that, He wasn’t weak per se. But he was weak for you. He just thought he had a soft spot for you like his mom. After all you guys had been childhood friends with Mikey too.

“Fine! Do whatever you want Keisuke, I’m outta here!” you turned to leave, slamming the door on your way. You were almost at the front door where a worried Mrs. Baji was standing before realisation hit you and ran back to his room, swung his door open to see him lying on his bed.

“You stupid assh*le!” You threw papers and a notebook at him before running back down and telling his mother a lie to let you pass through.

He looked at the scattered papers you threw, picking one up he saw math equations, confused he picked up the notebook. It was definitely new, but inside were all formulas and examples of the math problems Baji had trouble with, it was the one he complained to you about.

“F*ck” He felt extreme guilt eating up his conscience. It was enough to make him rethink his decisions, but not enough to make him change it.

The next day, you were walking with your school friends to the cafeteria for lunch when you saw the familiar figure of Chifuyu and Takemitchy.

You excused yourself before running to where they were, unfortunately the guard could not let you out so you opted on staying inside the campus, but still near to the two boys.

“Y/n! Any news on baji?” Chifuyu who looked beat up asked nervously

You frowned before taking a breath to speak. “None at all, he wouldn’t even tell me anything, even when I cried.”

They both sweatdropped at your words, you could be a bit manipulating sometimes, though they knew it was all genuine.

Both of them looked crestfallen at your words nonetheless.

“By the way, I’m coming by later. I’ll ask for all the details from Mikey seeing as I couldn't get a single thing from Baji.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, your lunchbox on your other hand.

“Better arrive early then, i’m pretty sure he’s gonna at least call for a meeting” Chifuyu replied, he knew about your situation. You didn’t want to be seen with a gang, he understood, you had a life shackled to your ankles. One wrong move and it would be tumbling down.

“I will, for the meantime don’t get beat up anymore, Chifuyu, Takemitchy.” you replied, turning around to eat lunch.

While both boys flushed with embarrassment. “For your information, it was your boyfriend who beat me up” He shouted at you. It was your turn to blush as you rapidly turned around “He is not my boyfriend!!”

You reached towards your lunch box and grabbed a cookie before chucking it at the poor boy who caught it with his face due to Takemitchy reflexively hiding behind him.

You speed-walked away before both boys could say or do something worse. Once you had finished all your extracurricular activities, you head out, clad in a hoodie and long pants with sunglasses to hide your face.

Once you had arrived, you rushed to where Mikey and the other main members were at, jumping through the steps of the podium, you took your sunglasses away from your face before softly yelling “Guys!”

Mikey had to do a double take, from how ridiculous you looked with your outfit, he was gonna laugh before you slapped him in the back of his head.

You had immediately asked for all the details, and hypotheses from all of them, they told you everything they knew, not leaving a single detail missing. After completing their story, they advised you not to do anything rash like Baji did.

They  bid you a hushed goodbye as the other members were starting to arrive.

You took their words into consideration, you really did, but Baji was more important.

You ran around like a headless chicken trying to get to baji, trying to let him know he wasn’t alone.

“From what chifuyu told me, their hideout should be around here” you looked around the place as you came across a spray painted headless creature

“Creepy!” you exclaimed, Before you screamed in fright, a person was behind you, holding your body flush against theirs, his hand on your neck while the other covered your mouth.

You were then dragged inside, to what you thought was their headquarters, you were pushed to the ground once they banged the door shut.

“Oi-” you felt a familiar voice shout before feeling said person wrap an arm around your body on the ground.

The rays of a flashlight shone through your face. “Who are you and what’s your business here?” The man in the middle asked, eyes zeroing on your form helplessly sprawled on the floor.

You squint your eyes from the harsh light before it focused on the people inside the room.

“y/n just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” the aggravated voice, who you know figured was Baji, spoke through gritted teeth as he stood you up. Dusting your clothes before looking at his now supposed leader.

“She’s got  nothing to do here, kisaki. Let me take her home, she won’t utter a word i promise, not unless she wants to trash her own life” His grip was tight on your forearm, so tight you were sure it would leave marks

A hand landed on Baji’s shoulders “You know the rules, newbie. Anything that comes inside the place is automatically owned by valhalla” he said.

“Shut your trap hanma, you don’t got a say in this situation, you probably brought her here against her will” The voice of the man you loved spoke, a domineering aura encasing his tone

“Ehh~ why so protective? She was right outside, a curious mousey bit the wrong cat. Besides, she looks like she came to propose an offer. You sure you aren’t keeping her to yourself as a trump card?” The steady voice of the tall person, you now know as Hanma, accused Baji.

“Ah? You slanderin’ me now dipsh*t? I’ll show you a trump c-``''Quiet.” The person who looked like he held the most authority cut their banter.

“Let the girl speak. But just so you know, I’m not afraid to hurt girls, especially nosy rich ones like you.” His eyes pierced your figure, you couldn’t help but feel threatened

“Oi, i told you she’s got nothing to do-” “Let me join.” you cut through baji’s words.

“Would you all just let me f*cking speak for a mo- huh?” he dumbfoundedly asked, analyzing your words for a bit before shouting a  loud “HAH?!”

“Ha?” the amused tone of Kisaki allowed you to continue your words stuffing a handkerchief above baji’s mouth who desperately tried to claw through your tight hands around his mouth

“Valhalla, Let me join Valhalla” Your tone laced with seriousness, though your eyes gave away the desperateness of your actions.

A hand grabbed your hair, your scalp feeling the burn of someone pulling them. To which Baji immediately grabbed the wrist of the one who held you.

“Think this is a game doll? This just some sort of sick joke to you? I ain’t f*cking amused girly” Hanma who you just met had forcefully tugged on your hair

“Hey, let the girl go, let’s hear her out. Chill your f*cking tits Hanma” Kisaki held out his hand for you to take which you weren’t stupid enough to take

“LIKE I SAID-” “ you know the l/n family?” you immediately started. Of course you weren’t dumb enough to come here without a plan. You had to get Baji out of here, if you couldn't, then it's you and him against them.

“What about them?” It was all too amusing for Kisaki, he just stumbled upon a golden goose without even trying, he could just see your offer now. But what was a mystery to him was why. Why had you decided to affiliate yourself, who came from a great background, to them who were the epitome of evil. It just wasn’t adding up.

“I’ll get you above the law as long as you let me join” Now Hanma was the one pinning Baji down with the cloth on his mouth.

“Interesting offer, tempting indeed, but I don't need vague people ruining my plans. What is it that you want from us?” he stepped closer to where you were standing, looking directly into your eyes.

You took a warning breath as this would probably expose yourself now. “Nothing. It’s a two-for-one deal. You get Baji you get me” you spoke confidently though your trembling fingers were the opposite.

Kisaki had to laugh, ahh so that’s what it is, he chuckled, genuinely or not you couldn’t tell. Everything was quiet behind you as you waited for Kisaki to finish laughing.

“HA- man that’s amusing. But you didn’t answer my question. What the hell do you want” Sharp and cold eyes bore into you as he held you by your cheeks, making you face him directly, his face near yours.

“J-just let me stay with Baji, I promise I won't obstruct anything you’re planning. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.” you stuttered as your hands grabbed his in attempt to loosen his hold on your face

Baji, however was still being pinned down by Hanma, he thrashed around, even tried to punch him, but he was overpowered by the questionable headlock he was in.

He wanted to shout out for being so stupid, he wanted to curse and beat you to your senses, this was a suicide mission, he knew yet he still did it. So if he could do it without informing me then I can do the same.

Those were your thoughts as you awaited Kisaki’s response. Baji, he knew would eventually betray him, he wasn’t dumb, in fact he was the smartest of these meatheads. But you, he couldn’t tell if you were a stupid, naive, lovesick, little rich girl.

But hey he could probably figure you out if you were this impulsive. The benefits he could have was an all too-tempting offer for him to decline.

“Fine, but if I see just one little fishy spill water, I don’t know what I'd do.” He looked at you with a crazed smile, still holding your face.

He finally let go, albeit a little too forceful as you bumped onto Hanma, who then released Baji from his hold. Baji didn’t even say a word, he immediately held your wrist as soon as he was standing up and almost dragged you outside where he cornered you before landing a fist beside your face, directly on the wall.

Back inside the place, Both delinquents stood with smiles, one looked a little more evil than the other but still, who knew what those two could be plotting inside their minds right now.

“Are you stupid or are you an idiot? Honestly y/n. Is the academic standing your dad was so proud of just for show?! How stupid can you be?!” he almost screamed at you, the eyes you memorised from detail to detail, now fiery and sharp.

“Apparently not as stupid as you when you decided to take on your little mission alone!” You could feel your own heartbeat almost leaping out of  your chest. Your heart wrenching as you looked at him with your eyes, a deep contrast to his as he could see the worry and care inside them.

“You think Mikey wouldn’t know? You think chifuyu wouldn’t know? Hell, did you think I wouldn't know?” Your voice whispering, both from secrecy and pent up sadness.

“Mikey and I grew up with you, we know you just a little less than your own mother, Chifuyu knows you from the bottom of his heart. You think we’d let you risk your own life?” Ahh. you were definitely crying now. Everything was just too much for you, you both were too young, too young to fear your lives like this.

But you both would still do it in a heartbeat if it involved your friends. That was how tight-knit you guys were. Nobody could break it, yet it could be buried. This was the burden you all share.

“Curse at me all you want, Hit me as much as you’d like, but even if you broke both my legs I'd still crawl for you whenever you’d need me.” Your hands came up to your face to hide your crying face from Baji as you let out sobs of grief

Keisuke Baji was drowning with guilt, he wanted to cry with you. He wanted so badly just to let himself go, to appease his pent emotions. But instead, he just stood there holding your body against his. One of his hands on your waist while the other was wrapped on the back of your head letting you lean on his shoulder.

He felt his jacket getting wet, the trashy uniform that he just so wanted to rip apart. He also felt himself getting mad. His face scrunched, unshed tears forming on his eyes. Never did they drop, he blinked them.

You both stood there drowning in sadness for what felt like hours. Gone were your tears but replaced with the redness of your eyes and nose

"You look ugly when you cry" He said as he felt you slap his chest, he let out the faintest genuine smile he probably ever done.

"That's why I promise I won't let you cry anymore." You looked up at him, seeing him looking at you with a forlorn expression.

"I guess I really look bad when I cry huh? So bad it made you promise that." You joked, rubbing your already red nose.

"The ugliest" he chuckled. And you chuckled with him, finally happy you could slightly see the old Baji.

At the end of the day, you both never really talked about what had escalated. You took that as a sign that he was allowing you on board with his purpose.

While back at Toman, they unfortunately had to bear the news of a girl suddenly joining Valhalla. Mikey had to smack Takemitchy in order for him to snap back to his senses. Now he's got 2 childhood friends on the opposing side, one probably going rouge after everything passed.

It was hard leading two lives, but you could deal with it. After all, you wouldn't be the most capable member of your school now would you?

But hey, teacher's pet by morning, gangster by night. You're living in the books you had read not too long ago.

But of course, this was not a situation you could enjoy. Every second of the day you just wanted to pull your hair out from the stress it took. Things were getting out of control before you could even notice.

That's why you had to act fast. If you were going to do this, if you were planning on saving Baji. Then you better exceed everybody's expectation and put 200% in it.

In Baji's point of view, he was thinking of all sorts of ways he could potentially kick you out or at least make you leave. He was planning on negotiating with Kisaki

Once he was near the door where he knew Kissaki and Hanma were staying. He was about  to turn the knob when he decided to eavesdrop after hearing your name come up.

“That y/n is probably here to help Baji out” Hanma spoke, taking a swig of the cigarette he had.

“Of course she is. They probably thought they could send in one more spy, even if one was according to his will.” Kisaki replied, his hand waving up and down to get rid of the smoke Hanma was letting in.

“I’m not gonna let them think they can fool me around like that. The moment she tries to leave I’ll cut off her hands or maybe even kill her or something.” He leaned back, not at all bothered by how twisted he became.

“Ah, is that so?” His partner in crime laughed, as if they weren’t talking about a human life in their hands.

Baji who heard all of this, made him want to rip both of their vocal chords out, but he knew if he acted now, all of the sweat and blood he poured after getting the opportunity would be a waste. It would probably get you into more danger too, So he did the only logical thing he thought. Left the place and sat down somewhere no one could see.

He sat with his hands on his face as he thought of all the possibilities they could get you. He thought about calling his mom and just putting all this to rest. He wanted to get the police involved and live a normal life. But he wasn’t a damn coward.

He wasn’t gonna let himself run away from all his problems. He wouldn’t be Baji f*cking Keisuke if that was what he did. He thought he could solve all of this by himself, oh how he thought wrong.

But even so, He was gonna figure all of this out even if it would lead to his death bed. If that was the only way then so be it, as long as his friends could live happily without strife and you out of the sight of danger.

Back at the room he left, Hanma was heading for the door, before he could open it he asked the one question he was extremely curious about.

“I don’t know any details about what's moving you to keep walking forward, but one thing I do know is that it has something to do with childhood friends, am i right?”

“...Leave and do your work. Also, do me a f*cking favour and mind your own damn business.” he rubbed his index finger and his thumb across the bridge.

Hanma just laughed before going on his merry way.

Where to? Your school. He came to pick you up.

He arrived at the place, took a look inside the wide gate where he could still see the relatively grandiose appearance and let out a low whistle. He was leaning on the gate, a little far from the entrance.

He heard the bell rang and watched as female students leisurely walked out of the building. Hw could see cars lining up from the entrance as they called out to their respective children.

Must be nice, he thought so himself. He watched with a bit of envy before his eyes found your figure walking to the gates. As soon as you were out he wasted no time in confronting you.

Hearing footsteps near you, you looked at the direction which caused you to momentarily let out a squeak from how he looked to be towering over you.

“Hey.  Kisaki said he’s gonna introduce you to the gang today.” He spoke, both of you blocking the way from the entrance.

You snapped out of your thoughts, and immediately grabbed him before running to somewhere those watchful eyes that were boring into you a second ago were gone.

“You could’ve just texted me or something! What if people saw!” you looked at him in your frenzied state. Wanting to slam his head on the tree he was leaning on passively.

“Hey. Do you have childhood friends?” He ignored your outburst as he focused on the leafy sway of the branches above him.

“If I did that would be none of your problems now come on, I don’t wanna be seen anywhere with you” You sassingly turned around causing your bag to make a swooshing sound before walking away.

Prissy b*tch he thought before following you with his arms around his head. Once you both had arrived, you could see the swarming amount of males in the area. An alarming but hefty sum of testosterone.

You could see Baji in the front before waving at him with a twinkle of your eyes, “kei~ su~ ke~” you mouthed before you got dragged by Hanma to the top of a podium where Kisaki was up.

Baji’s eye twitched at your endearment and at the way Hanma just forcefully grabbed the back of your clothes to make you walk. A bad feeling was crawling up against his body, and he could tell just what it was.

Men in gangs were the lowest of the low. Having no respect for themselves or others around them. It was seldom you could find a good or at least decent man that was a part of a gang.

Once people saw you by the entrance, they were already taking dibs on you with their friends. Wolf whistling or commenting stuff about your body that anybody would find offensive.

“Silence” The area that was filled with noises stopped once they heard the authoritative tone of their leader.

“This is l/n, one of our newest members, and will soon become a top contributor in our gang. Treat her with respect if you wish to still be a part of the gang.” Kisaki motioned to you. Taking that as a cue, you walked to where he was.

“Nice to meet ya!! I’m l/n y/n. You can call me y/n if ya want!” You cheerily said waving your hand before throwing a peace sign with a closed eye smile.

Baji had to facepalm at you standing in the podium, Hanma looking amused and Kisaki just sighing before calling out attention again. But this time he wasn’t heard as the members all spoke their views and thoughts with no shame.

“Hey! Did you suck some d*ck or something? The hell are you doing here sweetcheeks” One shouted with his hands around his mouth as the others around him slapped his body laughing.

“Wanna suck mine this time??” Another snickered

“This isn't hollywood get the f*ck outta there!” An agitated one spoke with one of his friends following up with “Yeah! Go back to the kitchen!”

How crude, you shivered at their choice of words frowning at some of them cooing at you.

Your eyes locked with Keisuke in the crowd, you could read his eyes perfectly. “Endure and Persist”  It said, it brought back your smile which of course gathered another round of wolf whistles.

“HEY! I said shut the f*ck up you dingbats! Am I not your leader anymore?” Kisaki’s tone was not one to be messed with, he sounded and looked ready to stab all of them at once.

“As I was saying, this is l/n, she joined us yesterday. She has no time to mingle with you misogynists so get your head straight. If i see you using your d*ck instead of your brain I’ll cut it for you d*mbasses” He spoke in one breath.

He looked at you who was waiting for his orders. He motioned for you to leave the stage as he was getting down to business. You were about to step down to the stairs once again you saw a hand reach for you, confused you looked up.

“Careful, you might fall now” Hanma stated as he looked at you with an easy going smile, ticked off by his subtle teasing you slapped it away before moving down the platform with him just amusedly looking at you with a wolfish grin.

Kisaki, who watched this, felt a headache coming, just when he said use your brain instead of your groin, Hanma does this. He facepalmed but he knew it was unavoidable.

You approached Baji and immediately latched onto his arm which he tried to shake off. You looked like a chibi as you latched onto him again which he just responded with a sigh, he let you do what you want. Males around you could see your winning expression, they had to admit, they thought you looked cute.

“Hi! My name’s y/n! What’s yours?” You excitedly said to the person next to you,who sported a blush when you tried to talk to him. “Wow! I like your hair! Did you bleach it yourself?” your cheery and innocent looking appearance made a lot of them look towards you with a soft expression.

You looked towards Baji’s right and then began to spit out compliments once more, “You have really nice muscles!” “ I like your shoes!” “want me to braid your hair later?” “Is that {insert supermodel or smth}?! I love her!”

Working your charm as a pretty girl was easy.  Everyone would be bending backwards for a pretty girl, that was how society worked. People getting noticed by said pretty girl? Automatically thinking they’re above the rest.

“There goes her glib tongue,” Baji thought. He could see the boys around him already working under your spell. You continued to get in the graces of the others around you, even going far as to give them your number, and adding theirs  to your phone

Kisaki couldn’t even yell at you right now for not paying attention and distracting the others. He was tired of all the bullcrap he had to deal with earlier. He just wanted to get things over with so he could take a nap, he badly needed one right now.

Once the meeting ended, you worked your way into the others as well, it took a hard time for those who had negative views towards women, but was extremely easy with others who were thirsting over you. You did all this with Baji by your side looking as bored as ever.

He was protective, but he knew what you were trying to do. After all, he knew you like you knew him.

As soon as you came home, you planned everything you were going to do. It was risky and you had to be extremely discrete and cautious but it wasn’t impossible. You worked hard these past few days in getting most of the people to give you their graces. Once you had them you began.

After meetings you were allowed to skip ended, you began talking to your first victims. They were the same people who were so easy to corrupt. “Hey you guys!” You started cheerfully, as usual. They responded in a “suave” way which Baji just had to visibly cringe at. “How was your day??” That was enough to get them to hang onto your every word.

After they talked about pointless things, you managed to get the topic to their thoughts about the gang. You were slowly twisting your words. At first talking about the good points of the gang, before casually adding joints in between that made them think  about your words carefully.

“Yeah Kisaki can really be a control freak sometimes, but he is smart enough to lead. But thinking about it now, how hard is it to control like a measly 100 people! My daddy has thousands to look after!” You spoke as if you were bragging about your title, but in reality you were giving them a subtle insight and feeding their thoughts in thrashing Kisaki

“Right? Kisaki has such a tight grip, unlike when I watched Baji in Toman! Right Baji?” He just nodded at your words feeling wary of you being so...caught in the nice girl act. “But I guess that’s what makes him a better leader! That said, He could really do better with those uniforms! Totes, not gonna wear it anytime soon” That may have sounded like something a "girl" or what they'd call a "bimbo" would say, but you saw Hanma by the side earlier. That meant he was watching you.

What better way to show him you’re harmless than acting like a stupid girl, which they always felt superior with. It was always best to act like you were helpless in these situations honestly. It was so easy to deceive them you had to pat yourself in the back.

Your act didn’t stop there. By acting like the nice girl, you brought them water bottles, towels and anything really to get them to your side. At night time you would chat with at least 5 of them at once for every hour, continuing your little game of manipulation.

The next day, and the next, and the day after that. These people definitely think they can take over the world by now. As they always say but never believe, something more lethal than an angry man was a cunning woman.

“Oi Kisaki, i’ve got a lotta things to do, pick up the pace wouldya?” One of them bravely spoke, interrupting your leader’s speech.

Kisaki was not impressed, nor were the rest of the leading members. But the other lower ranked members chimed in with their agreements leading Kisaki to scoff

“Think you’re some big shots now, is that what it is? Have you forgotten who your real leader is? All of you dumb*asses wouldn’t even know to how to deal with death threats” He stepped closer to the person who interrupted him and held his collar

“I created this gang and I can obliterate it myself. Stay put until I tug on your leashes. Stupid barking dogs.” He insulted.

All the while you were near the back, specifically in a corner where most of the members can’t see you. “There it is!!” you spoke with your thumb in between your teeth “Just one more push!”

You already had your target in sight. The Anarchist, The “hero”, the watered-down version of your own friend Takemitchy. Getting inside his head was pretty easy. Especially when he too, was one of the “weaker” men.

Once the meeting had ended you approached said boy. “Hey Jax!! Whatchu doin?” You innocently stated with your overly happy tone. Going as far as to lay your chin over his shoulder, to which you had to tiptoe.

Of course there were people watching you two. How could they when the only girl member they had was there, a room full of men is a room full of dogs, place a “mouse” and you bet it’d catch every dog's attention.

People started to surround you now, not gonna lie it always made your heartbeat pick up whenever they do this. It was like a barricade so you couldn’t escape if they ever tried to do something. But as a woman, this was something taught to you by your female caretakers. That was why you always had a can of pepper spray and other self defense items that were not legal to carry around.

Jax couldn’t even respond to you as the others chimed in their own way for earning points in the love meter. Which you had to say, most were getting old, phrases like “You look prettier today y/n! Or “Y/n! Look at my abs” were not new to you at all, in fact you had to listen to that at least 5 times a day, wooow that last one though.

“By the way, is it just me or is Kisaki just getting too bold these days?” one of the goons started, you hid a smile and said “He’s always been like that what do you mean?” you looked at your nails as if you were treating the conversation passively.

“Now that i think about it, he’s always been sounding like a dictator, do this do that whatever” another one expressed, the group collectively nodded their heads

Jax, was in his own little mind, you were still clinging on to him. You looked at his face only to see him with a dazed expression. You just had to sigh in order to hide your laugh.

Because of that sigh, you now had the attention of multiple people. The group which was small in the beginning now had at least 25 members and counting.

“Did you guys know? One of the qualifications for a president must be being able to read and write. That shows how easy it is to become one” you left out other more known factors. Needless to say, it was another way to get them to bite the bait.

“I don’t mind Kisaki, he’s a great leader too! It’s just that I hate being bossed around like that, you get what I mean?” You looked at them with a close eye smile, straining it a bit to make it seem like you were tired.

The group just watched you, mesmerized by your words. Every single word is repeating inside their tiny little brains. But most especially mister Jax, who now had a maniacal grin etched onto his face.

All of them, thinking of ways to become the leader and make you their queen. Nobody saw, but the twitching corners of your mouth and glowing eyes were a sure sign of something diabolical.

Before you could add fuel to the fire Hanma had called everybody for a meeting once more, all of them groaned before leaving, bidding you short goodbyes. Except for one person.

Looks like your little prey has been cornered. You could see him muttering things under his breath.This was all just too easy for you.

“Jax?” you started, but he seemed like he couldn’t snap out of his trance so you did the next thing you knew you should do. Slap him. Didn’t surprise you that it worked, though Jax was now cradling a red cheek looking at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“You weren’t responding” you replied with a grin that could make any person swoon. “What were you thinking about? You looked pretty serious, you know?”

“Nothing. It was nothing” He curtly responded. To which you let out a low hum. “The boys earlier were really starting to think about rebellion” side-eyeing him, you continued. “They were really into it. I had to laugh, if they really wanted to do that they’d have to pick a leading man to follow too.”

“Don’t tell anyone this, but I think you could rival Kisaki. You’ve got a knack for solving and detecting problems, and the troublemakers listen to you too.” You laid down the trap. You could see him analyzing your words before reaching a hand to cover his mouth.

He was chuckling now “That’s right! I guess I'm pretty good at this leader thing huh” His glowing eyes matched yours as you laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes! And if you decide to start your own, I’ll be behind you” Your sunny and blinding expression made it seem like you were joking but also serious at the same time. That made Jax feel something stir within him, he thought that was determination finally raking through.

But you knew, it was only his will for a rebellion excitement if you will.

On the outside you were seen smiling sweetly at him, a glimmer of hope and happiness in your eyes. He looked at you with a soft expression too, before turning into a sturdy one as he bid you goodbye and walked to the nearest group of the members.

You did it. You had successfully started something similar to a Coup d'état. You can now take your hands away from your plan, Jax was gonna do it for you. You turned around and flinched from shock.

Your breath getting clogged up in your throat as you clutched at your chest from the sudden rise of your heartbeat.

You took a sigh of relief once you noticed it was only your companion, Baji.

“Keisuke! Don’t scare me like that!” You shouted at him. Each step you took creating a deep tapping sound

“Don’t scare you like that? How about you stop scaring me like this? Do you realize the sh*t you’re stirring up?” He took his hands out of his pocket as he genuinely looked mad.

“Everything was fine, I had everything under control! I’m not some helpless bozo on the streets y/n! Once you get revealed it’s over. Mikey and I tried so hard to keep you out of this you know!?” He grabbed onto your forearms before continuing to speak.

“Unlike us, you have a life you’re destined for, you have a future to prepare for. You have goals, achievements, almost anything to back you up! Why are you recklessly throwing all of that now!?” He looked damn frustrated. desperate to make you leave.

You looked down, your face being hidden by shadows. “How about you Keisuke? You had Toman, Your friends and almost everything to back you up. But how could you think of doing this alone.” your voice was brittle, like you were close to tearing up.

“Are your friends more important than you? Is that what you think? Then fine. Keisuke Baji, you’re more important than my future” you looked up with a genuine smile plastered on your face.

It was a sight to behold, but Baji could only focus on the dripping droplets of water on your face. Your smiling face almost made it look like they weren’t there. But all Baji realized was that he broke his promise of not letting you cry.

"What you can do alone becomes more with others. Does that sound familiar to you? It's what your mom used to say to us when we were kids."

He cursed and beat himself  up in his mind before clicking his tongue and once again, embracing your figure. Your hands found its way on his back as you buried your face against his chest.

Nothing more was said, more like you both dodged what should’ve been said. But either way, I guess it just wasn’t the right time. You thought.

A few more days passed, you were pretty sure Jax had roped in almost every person on the lower rank of Valhalla by himself or through others. Organizing a plan to overthrow Kisaki and seat himself on the throne with you beside him. That was his goal. And he’d be damned if he couldn’t do it.

This was the most in his life that he was so motivated by something, he could just taste and smell the sweet savoury victory he so longed for. But it wasn’t as sweet as the short smiles and glances you threw at him that made him feel like a prince charming in a disney movie.

Marking your calendar red, the night before the big fight has now approached. And here you were with Baji inside your room, telling you how terrified he felt.

“I just feel like this could've been no- this should’ve ended in another way.” His somber expression made you loosen up. But also choked you with the thought of your friend group disbanding.

“It’s my fault. I should’ve just stopped Kazutora back then, If i did he wouldn’t have been so broken and traumatized now.” he blamed himself, laying his palm against his eyes.

You, who was listening to him, quickly scowled before standing up on your bed and launching yourself to where he was sitting.

You probably knocked out the air in him as he coughed, his hands landing on your waist steadying you so you won’t fall or anything. He looked at you with teary eyes, probably from the impact as his eyebrows scrunched. He was ready to shout at you with whatever he could, but before he could you covered his mouth with your hands.

“How can you move forward if you keep regretting the past? Everything’s been done, you can’t foretell what could’ve happened if you stopped kazutora.” You spoke with an angry expression on your face. Baji was previously awestruck with how beautiful you looked above him like this, even with the cute angry pout you had on you, the moonlight hitting the side of your face making you look luminous.

But he paid attention to your words, mostly because he didn’t wanna be smacked if you saw he wasn’t listening, or because he didn’t want to seem like he was gazing at you with love or something. The next words that came out of your mouth ultimately calmed the raging storm of guilt inside him.

“For all we know he could’ve done it himself without you and ended up into bigger trouble. But that’s not the point! Focus on the present! Focus on the future! What’re you gonna do about it?” You had this aura around you filled with desire and aspiration, and he couldn’t help but admire it, your words now becoming background noises for him as he just stared at you, memorizing every feature he could.

“You had the right idea at first but the wrong actions but you don’t see me going “You could’ve done this in a better way or any other stuff like that!” You stared at him for a few moments, noticing the way his eyes landed on your lips before bursting tomato red and bonking his head.

“Are you even listening to me?- Ah, forget it, come on! Let’s go out!” His hands that were previously cradling his head was now being tugged by you

“Hah? It’s the middle of the night, there’s nowhere to go! And your dad would kill me if I sneaked you out” He looked at you with an expression of disagreement.

“It’s fine! It’s only for one night! Now come on! Let’s disappear for a while, me and you” you looked back at him from your sitting form on the window.

‘Just the two of us…” He liked the sound of that.

But he was regretting his choice as he was the one who had to carry you down and the only place you took him was a 24/7 fast food chain.

“This is stupid” he said as he munched on a burger he got, carrying your drinks outside as you wanted to eat at a park.

“Boo, you wh*re” you teasingly grinned at him before throwing your fries at him. He retaliated by throwing some back at you.

That was how you found yourself running along the streets throwing soggy fries and cheap burgers at each other.

Laughing so hard your stomach hurt, unfortunately, you had to slow down, your breathing ragged and legs burning. Baji who had been waiting for this moment, took this chance and ran straight at you, throwing you over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could as you screamed in fright hitting his back.

It was one of the few moments he actually laughed loudly and freely, you both were getting shouted at by people in the neighborhood you woke, also waking others in the process and making you both laugh harder.

Calming down from the high, you both were sitting at a lake you coincidentally found on your run. Both heaving so much you could rival a fish out of water. Baji was laying down on your lap while you leaned on the tree behind you.

“Man, that was fun!” you shouted elongating your first word.

“You weren’t the one who got chased by a dog” Baji commented as earlier, due to the ruckus a dog had come and chased him, he had to climb a tree and hide there for a few minutes before the dog left.

Returning to you, who was still clutching at your sides from laughing so hard.

You chuckled once more as you pet his sweat covered head. He gave you his signature toothy grin with those fangs you loved so much.

But before you both could get a few more minutes of rest in, Rain started to fall soaking you both. Baji immediately grabbed your hand, standing up and starting to look for shelter. But you had other plans.

You made him face you, who had a mischievous expression on as you ran away from him, Cue him shouting your name and following after you.

Once he had caught up he took his hands and placed it above you “You’re going to get sick you idiot” a drop of water landed on his face as he closed one of his eyes.

You pushed his hands away before landing it in front of his chest “It’s fine you party pooper! Let’s just enjoy everything thrown at us tonight!” You laughed, it was melodic in his ears, he was definitely having fun, he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest too.

That was why he took his chance and carried you, both arms encircled on the back of your legs as he hoisted you up, spinning you around. You laughed and held his head to your chest,  both of you shouting to the top of your lungs.

Ahh~ how you wish this night would never end. You looked down and saw Baji who was looking at you. He looked so pretty, with his wet hair and cute grin. You don’t know what came  over you as you started leaning down.

Face nearing his, your heart rate begins to pick up once more but not from adrenaline this time. Baji felt his head moving closer to you too. As if that was the right thing to do. Both of you leaned your foreheads together, taking deep breaths.

Opening your eyes you could see Baji gazing at your lips before returning once more to your eyes. You too gazed at his lips, before gathering all the confidence you could muster.

You softly smashed your lips against his. a gentle, loving romantic scene where your Baji slowly slides his hands across your body giving you goosebumps and then resting one hand on your cheek giving you butterflies.

A kiss, so mind blowing and so perfect it made you think this was all it takes to have a perfect kiss, you had to have the perfect person.

Once you two broke a part, you could take in soft breaths as you hugged his form so tight. You almost teared up, this night was so ethereal it would be forever etched onto your memories. You felt Baji’s hand on the back of your head push you closer to his chest to which you responded by burrowing your face on his back.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. There you were laying on your bed, reminiscing about the events that had occurred earlier. Heart beating too fast you realized you won’t get any sleep today, that’s why you opted on opening your pink flip phone.

There were a few unread messages from numerous people but one contact had caught your attention. Jax. he had never once texted or reached out through the device. You clicked on his number and there displayed his message

You were taken aback for a few seconds before your lips curled up into a scam-like grin.

The morning had come, you were getting ready for the day. Contemplating about the different scenarios that may happen all the while combing your hair. 30 minutes till the big fight. You were in the middle of picking your shoes when a knock on the door caught your attention.

“Miss, your father has requested your presence in the dining hall” You heard a familiar voice of the head maid.

“All right, I’ll be right down” you said, picking the nearest shoes of your choice before walking to the door where said maid was still standing.

You felt an uncomfortable feeling surge through your body before coming into contact with your father, who was reading the newspapers while eating breakfast.

“Good morning Dad!” you cheerily greeted, your natural side of being a daddy’s girl came. He answered you before grabbing another bite of his eggs.

You had settled down on the seat next to him and began eating your meal. After you both were done, you were about to tell him your plans. But before you could he grabbed your wrist “Come with me” he said with no room for excuses.

Maybe this was what you felt earlier, you thought about all the wrong doings you had done this past week. There was a lot, but the most you were scared of was you getting caught for sneaking out last night. That was the only thing your father forbade you to do, that was in words of course. He let you do anything you wanted for the most part with his approval or supervision.

He led you to the car he was going to use, and you were having second thoughts about going in. you knew this would turn into a long discussion, it would probably take all day too, that was why you wriggled against his hold.

He turned to look at you, your eyes filled with desperation, eagerness and  apprehension. He couldn’t understand why, So he instead glared at you. His cold eyes boring into yours made you feel cold and terrified. You obeyed and entered the car.

“I spoiled you too much” were his first words. The silence followed after was suffocating, you could see the guard next to you feeling uneasy but still keeping his stoic demeanor

Driving smoothly, he continued “what made you think no one would see you sneaking out in the middle of the night?”

“F*ck” you thought, you looked down to hide from his eyes that was staring at you through the front mirror of the car

“Today and for the rest of the week, you will be going with me to the company doing secretary work.” He ordered as he parked into the parking lot located in front of a big building.

“Stay here for a while, you. watch her.” he spoke to you and your guard consecutively. He went out of the car as you looked at your watch. “Double f*ck.” The fight had no doubt already started without you.

You looked towards your side, where the guard had been stoically looking upfront. “Mister, I need to go to the bathroom.” you spoke up, making him glance at you before returning to his original pose.

“Mister! I'm serious, help me before I pee inside this car!” you blushed from the embarrassment of your words which your father would call vulgar.

“You should have gone earlier.” He too looked away from embarrassment. “I couldn’t! Did you see how fast my father dragged me here?” you countered, your eyes teared to further your act.

“Alright! Alright! Please don’t cry miss” He abruptly spoke, opening the car leading you to do the same.

You entered the large building your father had entered earlier and headed straight for where the bathroom was. Your guard unfortunately did not, so you tried your best to confuse him with the way, walking through numerous stairs fastly before taking turns left and right.

After a few minutes you had lost the person tailing you. Immediately running for the exit, you ran all the way to where the mentioned place the brawl was taking.

Not bothering to stop to catch your breath, Anxiety and stress causing you to almost palpitate. This was probably the longest and fastest way you had run your entire life, but you had no idea as the only thing on your mind was your friends and of course Baji.

Once you had neared your destination you could see the massive amount of people that had gathered. And the people that were currently caught up in knocking each other’s senses out. But before you could enter the makeshift ring another person had called out to you.

“Y/n!! Baji is a traitor!! He was after Kisaki all this time!!” Jax spoke before forcefully kneeling down and coughing up blood from the nasty hit he took from a member of the opposing side.

You could see the overwhelming amount of blood that was coating the field, the people in the sidelines looking at you and other teens caught up in fighting taking short glances at you.

You didn’t care about that, you didn’t care about anything else at all besides finding Baji in the sea of delinquents.

You scanned the area, most of the people had already retreated with the exception of the others who were still looking for a fight. You then saw, in the center of it all, Mikey beating up Kazutora.

Before you could get a word in, a familiar figure was seen pitifully walking to them. You involuntarily froze.

Huh? What? Your pupils were shaking, every part of your body trembling, the back of your neck feeling extremely cold. It took a while before you could arrange your thoughts.

Before you could even take in the scene you were looking at you screamed. Silence ensued, There was tension in the air as people were back to focusing on the fight before getting alarmed.

“BAJI-SAAAAAN!!” you heard a familiar voice scream alongside you. Your hands moved their way to your mouth to make sure the food you ate earlier did not leave your body. You felt something wet run down along your cheeks as you fought the urge to break down in the middle of the place.

Your vision wasn’t clearing, black blobs swimming in your sight. You couldn't even feel yourself sniffling.

You probably looked like a madman right now, but you didn’t care as you ran full speed towards where Baji was being held by Chifuyu.

Jax, and other members at the side who watched you, felt disbelief on their end. Sure, you were close with Baji, but seeing as how you weren’t even acknowledging their presence anymore and the founding members of Toman, looking at you so dearly led to them believing you were on the same side as Baji.

Jax could feel himself getting doused in anger, hands itching to hit once more even though he could barely feel them anymore. Getting up he clenched his teeth, gazing up and down your figure before moving to where you were.

You, who had no awareness in anything other than Baji right now couldn’t even hear the loud footsteps of a person running towards you. If he was in front of you, you could have noticed, you should have noticed.

The other members were too busy looking at Baji’s lying and bleeding form on the ground. Maybe they should have noticed too.

But sadly, nobody did.

“I’m leaving them in your hands” Those were the words you heard.

“Eh?” you lost your ability to stay upright. You could hear screams all around the place once more, this time louder than the others

Blood was pooling out of your figure as you could see familiar people running towards you. But nothing was getting through to your head. You could see and feel tears that were dropping, hands on your chest trying to stop the bleeding. Wait- Bleeding? You looked down.

Large hands were cradling your head, Draken, was he crying? He looked like he was shouting at you. But it felt like you were underwater. The temperature of the said “water” was extremely cold yet warm at the same time. Fully submerged, you couldn’t move anything.

Was it the pressure of the water? you thought. Your vision was blurred, your eyes  only able to make out splotches of color.

“Even if Baji died you still wouldn’t pick me huh? What? Little shu-shu never enough for ya? Fine then. If I can't have you. No one can”

I see. There was a knife lodged into your chest, The sharp blade protruding into you finally focused. Tears were still falling down your face, was it yours? You didn't know, you looked to the side where you could see Baji looking at you with shock and tears in his eyes.

"....D-draken-san?... That's….hahh you… right? I can't….really tell hehe~" you spoke with the most calm and clear voice you could muster

The people surrounding you just continued to cry as they commanded you to stop moving, others yelling to call for an ambulance.

"Yeah. It….looks like… I'm done for… I- I won't be….a-able to help you guys...from now on...sorry" blood trailed down from your lips as you still had that weak smile formed.

"Y-y/n-san please just stop talking. E-even at a time like this, you're still thinking of helping us" Takemitchy pleaded. Snot almost coming out of his nose. You could barely understand his words because of his sobbing and that your body is currently shutting down.

You reached your hand in front of you, to them it looked so small and brittle. They didn't want to take it, they couldn't. But Mitsuya, who was the nearest to you, held it close to his chest as he wiped his tears with his other hand.

"Of course….b-because… I love every single one… of my ...friends" Mitsuya's hold tightened, blood was pouring out of you at an alarming rate.

It stained their clothes.

"I...don't wanna die….you know? I…. I- still wanted… to create memories...with everyone" Even with blood and tears discoloring your face, you could still see the delicate glow you always had.

"J-just…one more hahh time"

You gave them one last smile, the most genuine you could muster.

Until the form of Baji being cradled by Chifuyu was the last image you ever saw.

You oddly felt your body being shook, People screaming your name.

Your hand in Mitsuya's hold went limp. Every part of your body no longer holding on.

Tears were streaming down Baji’s face as he looked back at chifuyu who was currently bawling his eyes out.

“Chifuyu…”

“...Yes?”

“I’d kill for some Peyoung Yakisoba right now.”

“I’ll go buy you some”

“We’ll split it right?”

He gave one final toothy grin, even as he was being choked up by his wounds and by the water continuously dripping from his eyes.

“Thanks… Chifuyu”

Grief. No words are enough to describe it. But the feeling was intense. It was unbearable. The human mind plays funny tricks on us mere mortals.

The feeling of every sense in your body stopping hurt, but it felt like everything inside their bodies were shouting at them. Nobody could stop the tears, nobody could stop the trembling heck- nobody could even feel their own emotions anymore.

It was more intense than the sudden rush of your body jolting forwards in your sleep, that split second of your insides going haywire was felt for at least a minute.

Two dead bodies laid side by side, both had smiles on their faces, But dried tear marks ruined the soft somber look in their faces. Nobody spoke. Nobody could.

But the ring of your phone was heard. Ringing for a few seconds before it went to voicemail. “Yo!” they heard the familiar voice of their friend.

Everybody could hear it “wassup!” He spoke again after a while. A few seconds passed before they heard a chuckle “Just kidding! Hehe! This is just a voicemail “KEISUKE-” they could hear the yell of your voice.

"Ouch don't hit me!" He screamed prior to hearing a resounding slap echo through the phone. They could hear him calming you down, along with the words "just change it back tomorrow"

“If you wanna reach my girl do it later, don’t leave a message after the beep”  The voicemail ended just like that.

“Y/n L/n How dare you disobey your father. Once we get home we will be talking about everything you have done. You’re grounded, don’t even think about meeting with Baji Keisuke for the rest of your life.” They heard the deep and authoritative tone of your father who they were so scared of.

But none of them paid attention to it anymore, at least tried not to. All the people who were close to you guys, were feeling close to just dropping from all the whirlwind of emotions they were feeling not to mention the fatigue from fighting.

Everything after that. Was just another rocky encounter that added trauma to their already messy life.

Epilogue

“So. She was your childhood friend too huh? Was that why you asked me “that” a few days ago.”

“Mind your own damn business too assh*le” Hanma Grinned.

______________________

Jax stood with a cigarette in one hand, and his phone in the other.

He started typing before deleting, it was a cycle of that until he was finally satisfied with his message and pressed send.

After it was sent he brought the phone to his pocket before exiting. Making his merry way back to his home.

"Y/n. We were planning on doing the revolt tomorrow. We wanted you to be the one who start it. We'll fold back once we hear the cue line.

"Start a riot."

[physicalturian]

[18+] The thrill of the chase - Nanami Kento X Reader

[She/Her pronouns used for the reader; No physical description. Everyone is 18+] [No spoilers from the anime nor the manga]

Words : 8951

Archive of our own

Inspired by this art on Twitter and this one on TikTok

Tags : Fluff / Smut / Roleplay / Hair-Pulling / Soft degradation / Prey/Predator / Chase / Powerplay / Power dynamics / Punching / Impact play / Marking / Unprotected Sex / Spit kink / Choking / Play fighting / Cockwarming / Overstimulation / Begging / Submission / Blood kink / Edgeplay

Summary: Nanami comes home all bloody after taking care of some curses. You confess finding it hot to see him in such state and things take a twisted turn...

-“If you’re so feisty, show me some of that energy little mouse. I don’t think you realize you’re trapped yet,”

Taking a bath was supposed to be relaxing. And most of the time it was but knowing that Nanami was late and still not home made it harder to unwind.

While I was submerged by burning water, music playing in the background, I kept my arms out of the bath to avoid withering like a prune. My eyes were closed as I tried to think of anything but the possibility of my partner being wounded, I trusted him, he knew what he was doing… But I also regretted his change of career. He was a lot safer in the confine of corporate bureaus. But who was I to say anything? He seemed a lot happier being a sorcerer than doing stock market.

I drummed my fingers nervously on the side of the bath, humming to drown my thoughts, taking in the nice fragrance of the bath bomb I had threw in the water. I could still hear the fizzy sound it made as it dissolved, amidst the popping sounds of the bubbles on the surface of the water. Taking a handful of bubbles, I huffed to myself, “I’ll clock out before 6pm, he says” I grumbled, letting them fall back in the water “I don’t do overtime, he says” I said, imitating his gruffy tone. He could at least text if he were on his way home, I thought as I leaned back, eyes closed.

“There was a small set back, I am here now.” I was startled by the voice by the door, I quickly leaned against the tub to cover myself and sighed when I saw it was Nanami. “You scared me-“ I stopped mid-sentence and looked at him in a mix of shock seeing how bloody he was but also slightly pleased by the sight. I did not want to tell him that seeing him all bloody like that had an effect on me, and it was not justworry. I hid a smile behind my palm.

I gulped when I saw him unwrap his tie from around his fist, it was covered in blood like his suit. He had a habit of doing that when he fought, I never really knew why since he would still end up with bruised knuckles. While his face was speckless, his hair wasn’t, and his suit was ruined. I was about to get up and check on him when he stepped closer and told me to stay in the bath. “I need to make sure you’re okay, Kento,” Huffing, he gave me a half-smile and let his jacket fall to the ground as he gazed down at me.

No matter how long I had known him, I would never get enough of the sight of him in his white dress shirt with his harness. It had a charm I couldn’t quite describe, perhaps it was the way it defined his muscles even more or the contrast of the black on the white. It looked exquisite on him. Sitting on the edge of the bath, he grabbed his weapon from the harness behind his back and put in on the ground before looking at me. “I’m ok,” he reassured me as he placed one of his hand on my thigh.

It was a huge contrast of temperature with his freezing hand and my burning skin, but the worse was the intense look he was giving me as his hand slid further in. Deeper in the water, higher on my thigh. I brought my knees together to stop his hand from going any further and whispered his name in a warning tone. His reply was to tighten his grip, he had rolled up his sleeves and looked even better than moments ago. “Tell me to stop,” He breathed. I don’t want to, I thought. Instead, I played it off.

“You keep ruining your suits, we should buy black ones, it’ll be easier to remove the stain,”

I heard him hum as he moved his hands to his harness, letting go of me. I was disappointed but did not say anything, we could take a bath, relax and just enjoy one another’s company. “Perhaps should I change my entire outfit?” “No, no, the shirt and the harness stay,” I reacted too quickly, only realizing after that he had a small smirk on his face, that he was baiting me.

“Is that so?”

Chuckling, I sunk deeper in the water, “I mean, the harness holds the weird bat you got, right? So…” I trailed off. Nanami replied, deep in thought, “A polo shirt would be very comfortable-“ “Ken! Polos are ugly, you’re already on thin ice with the blue shirt and leopard printed tie,” I heard his laugh, then the muffled sound of something hitting the rug on the floor. I glanced his way and saw he was very slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his harness was on the ground. The slowness was not to make me yearn for him, no, he was in pain.

I quickly got out of the bathtub almost tripping as I did so, I ignored the cold hitting my skin and moved his hands from the buttons, “I can do it, dear,” He whispered. “Just because you cando it, doesn’t mean I can’t help you.” I replied, moving his hands once again when he tried to do it himself, instead I settled them on my hips and heard a low satisfied groan from his throat. I took a deep breath to stay composed, but I couldn’t help but feel something lighting up in me.

When I had finished unbuttoning his shirt, I shrugged it off his shoulders and took in the sight. It was once again with mixed feelings that I enjoyed it. He was gorgeously sculpted, but also covered in bruises. “You grow reckless when you do overtime, you shouldn’t rush things Ken…” I mumbled, checking if there was anything more than bruises. “The bruises will be gone in a few days,” He brought me closer against him as he said so, I wrapped my hands around his neck and saw the red that tainted my hand when I caressed the back of his head.

Pushing him away, I huffed and was about and went to grab my bathrobe, “You should get cleaned, take a bath and relax,“ “Then get back in the bath, I’ll join you,” He told me while unbuckling his belt. I paused in my steps and turned around to look at him with an inquisitive look, “Ken, I don’t think it’d be practical if we are going to do that…” When he finished undressing he stared at me with a certain hunger in his eyes. My eyes traveled from his eyes to his lips before looking at his blood-covered hair and knuckles.

Nanami held my hands in his, effectively bringing my attention back to him. A smirk was painted on his lips. “That being? A bath, with my lover, hm?” I rolled my eyes and nodded, slightly disappointed but lead us to the bath. Before I could step inside, Nanami said he’d get in first, that I should sit between his legs. “It should be the other way around, I’m not missing the chance of washing your hair, okay?” He chuckled lowly in response and told me to ‘get in then’. When I did, he stood in front of the bath a moment. I believe he was taking in the sight, and the longer he stood there, the more self-conscious I was becoming.

I made a beckoning motion with my arm and told him to join me. “Careful it’s hot,” I said hurriedly, with his hands on either side of the bath, he lowered himself into the water, I heard him hiss a bit. It could have been because of the burning water, or maybe the pain, whichever it was he did not complain. He gave me a sight I enjoyed greatly, but I held back from squeezing his ass and let him make himself comfortable. With his back now against my chest, I asked him to lean forward, which he did without a word. Like that, I let my hand roam on his back a moment. I noticed the marks around his back, it traveled to his front, I could see it on the side of his chest.

I let my fingers travel the redness, thinking of how it could have happened then it struck me, “Ken, your harness is too tight around your chest,” I whispered, as I wrapped my arms around his torso and kissed different spots on his back. I heard him sigh in content, the tension in his body visibly going away as he relaxed his form and let his hands fall in the water to hold onto my thighs. “It’s the point, that way it doesn’t move. The marks never stay long,” He stated. He had started rubbing my legs slowly. At first it was his hands wrapped around my legs, then he only trailed a few fingers along my skin.

I jerked my leg away to stop him, laughing when I told him to not do that. There was some playfulness in my voice, he knew I was not mad. “I’m not missing the chance of having you fully naked, so, unless you tell me to stop…” With a bit of a struggle, he turned around in the bath. He was still between my legs, but this time he brought me closer to him by pulling my ankles and wrapping them behind his back. My breath hitched when I felt him against me, more than just the skin. Keep it cool, there is no way I’m fucking in a bathtub, I thought.

Ignoring the closeness, I leaned back to grab the shampoo and bumped it against Nanami’s chest. “If you still have some energy to be like that, then wash your hair first,” I huffed. There was a funny feeling in my stomach when he smiled at me and bent over enough for me to see the top of his head, “Do it,”

“It would have been more practical if you hadn’t turned around,” I grumbled as I poured water over his hair before spurting some shampoo in my hand and started lathering his hair, “Don’t complain if the shampoo gets in your eyes- nor if your neck hurts because it’s entirely your fault,” I huffed, earning a low chuckle from the blond man. I rolled my eyes and suddenly gripped his hair tight when I felt his hands wander on my lower stomach before adventuring higher and brushing his thumbs over my nipples. “Ken! Don’t start,”

“Oh angel, you started this long before I did,” He said smugly. I couldn’t see his face, but I quickly rinsed off the shampoo and combed his hair back with my hands before lifting his face. “That’s entirely false, you did,” I said, falsely offended. Reaching behind me once more, I grabbed the washcloth and dipped it in the water, only to have big hands take it from mine and lead them to his higher thighs. My breath hitched once more as I looked up at him with a warning look, but I did not say anything.

A smirk was displayed on his lips as he guided my hand to his cock, then let go when I wrapped my hand around it but did not move. “I never realized until now,” he started, tucking a strand of hair that stuck to my skin behind my ear. “That seeing me in such a pitiful state turned you on,”

My eyes widened and I heard him chuckle breathlessly as he told me to go easy with the grip on his cock, I let go not having realized I had tightened my hand. “I never said that; Did I?” And here I thought I had been subtle, but it wasn’t that at all. He had feigned ignorance since he had saw me look at him too intensely. “I’d say the needy look in your eyes, and excuses to touch me, speak for themselves. Wouldn’t you agree?” I did not reply.

Instead, I shrugged and grabbed the washcloth once more, then poured some body wash on it before handing it to my partner. He pushed it back towards me, and leaned back in the bath, arms resting on either side of the bath, “I’m too sore to do it myself, would you mind?” He was good at keeping his emotions in check, he wasn’t smiling smugly, or anything as such. No, he kept his face neutral, but I knew he was being a little shit in his own way.

I smirked, “Of course,” he smiled back gently, but we both knew it wasn’t a real smile, no. He would be looking at each of my movements, ready to have me at any moment. He ran his hand through his hair and rested it back on the rim of the bath.

Scooting closer, I moved to sit on his lap, making him stretch his legs in the length with the space I had freed. “Tell me if it hurts,” I said before gripping his chin roughly, making him look at me as I cleaned his face. I felt him clench his jaw and had to hold back a smile. I avoided his gaze the entire time, focusing on cleaning before throwing him a side glance followed by a mischievous smile. “Careful,” He just said, not moving, simply letting his gaze follow me. I quirked a brow in reply, humming in a questioning manner before continuing cleaning up.

I started by his shoulders and sliding to his neck where I let my fingers wrap around his throat a bit longer than it was necessary. I felt his hand caress my back before settling on my lower back, “I said, careful,” Nanami said as he let his head fall back on the back of the tub, his eyelids almost closed as he looked at me from that angle. “Am I hurting you?” I asked innocently. I moved to clean his chest, knowing full well the moment I’d dip my hand inside the water, I’d have an advantage.

“You’re awfully daring tonight, does the sight of me drenched in blood turn you on that much, my love?”

“If anything, it annoyed me to see your suit ruined, Ken,” I huffed. When I went to wash him lower, Nanami took hold of my wrist and stopped me. I looked up at him confused and was met with a look at told me he was clearly not having it. Dropping the washcloth on his chest I sighed, “Alright, maybe, yes. Can you blame me?” I admitted. It made him chuckle as he brought me closer to him, his hands on my ass as he pressed me right against him. “Tell me more about it,” He whispered as he kissed my neck gently, leaving a trail down my collarbone before going up again.

I let out a breathless laugh at the feeling of his breath brushing over my skin along the lightness of his kisses. Both my hands were now resting on his shoulders as I leaned the side of my head against his, “I never get to see you fight,” I started, my fingers sliding over his collarbone to caress the base of his neck. “It’s for the better. If you did, that’d mean you’d be in danger,” He explained.

I sucked in my teeth, “That’s not what I meant, you’re right but I meant like…” I could feel my cheeks heat up as time went by, no matter how I worded it in my head, it was bound to sound strange the moment it’d leave my mouth.

“You’re strong, it’s hot, you’re good at being a sorcerer… And I know you enjoy the fighting, so I can’t help but think of the faces you’re making when you’re enjoying a good fight. A fight that’d leave you breathless, sore, aching all over,” I looked down at him and cradled his face in my hands as I tried to roll my hips only to be kept on the spot by Nanami’s hands. “The adrenaline pumping in your veins, your heart beating faster and faster as it tries to keep up with your ecstatic state. The rush of seeing them taken down, of knowing you were stronger than them,”

I ghosted my lips barely above his and held back a smile when he parted his lips, “Maybe you didn’t break a sweat, maybe you did, but in the end, it left you drenched in blood that isn’t yours, you’re the one left standing. You’re good at this and you could keep going until exhaustion takes over, I know it” I kissed him tenderly, smirking when I felt him trying to deepen the kiss, but I pulled back and grinned wider. “But you never do, you never let it take over, because you have to come home to me,”

“I’m starting to think there’s an underlying meaning to this speech,” Nanami hummed as he started rubbing my back gently, pouring more water over my freezing skin. A smile grew on my face as I let a hand wander down his torso very slowly, letting my fingers brush over his happy trail. “I’m just saying… that maybe you still have some energy left for some fun,” I grabbed his cock underwater and suddenly found myself with my ass on the bottom of the bath as Nanami got up and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Get out,” he said while handing out his hand for me to grab.

As he helped me out of the bath, he handed me a towel. I knew there was a huge grin on my face when I wrapped the towel around my form and pulled Nanami closer by his towel. He slapped my hand away, I could only chuckle in response. “Bed, now,” he stated. It sent electricity coursing through my body. I stood in front of him a bit longer, trying to gauge the mindset he was in. I wanted him on edge, I wanted him to go all in, “Don’t you worry, I got the message,” he started, sauntering closer. He lifted my chin roughly, just as I did earlier.

“You’re enjoying this a lot, when I’ve barely done anything,” He let his hand fall to his side and tugged off my towel, leaving me stark naked in front of him. “Stay like this, get on the bed, kneeling,”

The smile on my lips was portraying the same emotion as my laugh, nervous. “I don’t think you got the message,” I whispered, earning a loud sigh from my partner. “Looks like I need to get you there myself,” I did not have time to complain that I was lifted off the ground before being thrown onto the bed.

By the time I sat up, Nanami had his back turned on me and was in front of the wardrobe, already halfway dressed. “Ken, I’m confused,” I was about to get out of bed when I heard him tell me to stay there.

As he was buttoning up his shirt, he looked at me with a smile. “Tell me, my dove,” I perked up at the sweet name and moved to the center of the bed, kneeling. “Does it turn you on because you know I had to go full force?” He asked as he moved to the drawers and pulled out a leather harness that he shrugged on, buckling it on the front before looking at me with the same small smile.

“Or maybe is that whole speech more of a way to hide that your dirty little secret…” He finished by slipping on a pair of black leather gloves. He had not put on his tie, but he was now fully dressed, while I was completely nude. “Is that you want to feel the thrill of being chased…” He walked around the bed slowly, leaning over slightly to grab the paddle that was resting next to it, against the wall. He was now on my right, I did not want to look too needy, but I was starting to feel excited, yet I didn’t move when he went to grip my jaw and made me look at him.

“…Of being preyed on.”

I hated myself for the sound that escaped my throat, it made Nanami’s smile widen. “Is that it? You want to be dominated in the most carnal way, to be rendered defenseless,” I did not reply.

“Tell me your safe word, now” And I did, making him smile proudly. “So, you can speak,” he breathed in fake surprise, a few seconds after, Nanami was pulling my legs towards him and had me on my back as he kept my legs spread by settling himself between them. “I almost thought I had already scared you from so little, it would have been disappointing since you’re not yet as vulnerable as I’d like you to be,”

With both of his hands on my knees, he spread my legs wider and looked between my legs with hunger before letting his eyes trail back to my eyes. “And not nearly as afraid, from the look on your eyes you’re still too confident. I’ll wipe that smile off your face,” My breath hitched, I regretted the excited smile on my lips when it made Nanami frown as he gripped my knees tighter before dragging me off the bed.

His hold on the paddle handle changed as he rested it on his shoulder. He looked down at me with a half-smile. “I like this better; the floor is less comfortable than the bed, isn’t it?” I nodded and leaned back when the blond leaned forward, dropping his arm holding the paddle so that the tip hit the ground. It startled me. “Good, I don’t want you comfortable, fear comes when you’re out of your comfort zone,” He looked me up and down, a few strands of wet hair falling over his face.

I could feel my heart beat faster, it only increased when he suddenly crouched in front of me, the paddle now being used as a place to rest his chin as he looked at me intently. “I think you need an incentive, so here,” He held out his hand for me to grab and helped me up my feet. I looked at him confused. I was slowly growing uneasy from his actions; they did not make one drop of sense.

Once I got to my feet, he pulled me towards him and wrapped a hand around my throat when he got closer to me before whispering right next to my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe. “You have two minutes to hide, if I find you…” His fingers dig into the side of my throat, elating a muffled sound from me. With the strength of his arm, he got me to my tiptoes by lifting me even a little bit, his hand still around my throat. I held onto his arm to try to stay balanced and get him to let me go, which he did, almost making me fall to the ground. But I caught myself.

Nanami sat down on the end of the bed, setting the paddle on his lap. He leaned back on his hands; I couldn’t help but ogle how good he looked like that. He made sure to wear exactly all the things I told him I liked once, and the paddle on his thighs was the best accessory I could hope for. “Don’t let me find you, little dove,” He emphasized his word by running his fingers over the handle. “Don’t get me mad either,” I heard him well, I understood what he meant, and it sent thrills running down my spine.

When he looked up, Nanami quirked a brow. He then looked at the watch on his wrist then back at me, “You have one minute and a half left, I suggest you get going little dove, unless…” His gloved hand tightened around the handle once more. Leather against leather made a sound all the more appealing to my ear, I went to take the towel left on the floor but thought against it when Nanami tutted me, “You stay like this, go,” He shooed me.

I scurried off.

I felt self-conscious, running around the apartment naked, trying to find a hiding place but I also felt overwhelmed. This was Nanami’s choice of furniture, his choice of decoration, and all of this was one thing: minimalist. Nothing was made to hide in or behind. Part of me wanted him to find me, just to see what he’d do, to see his powerful look as he looked down at me before dragging me from my hiding spot. But then, I wanted to see him get frustrated as he’d try to find me.

I needed to see him lose his composure, get frustrated. I had to think fast, to know what I really wanted out of him. The thud of my feet on the cold floor was all I could hear at first, though it did not drown the louder sound no one could hear, my heartbeat.

I quickly grabbed the blanket from the couch and opened the closet door. That’s when I heard a voice call from the bedroom when I entered the living-room and peeked under the sofa. “Thirty seconds left,” Fuck fuck fuck, I thought in panic as I crawled inside the closet. I made sure to close it silently behind me, before sitting in the deep corner and throwing the blanket over my form. Now this was not the type of hide-and-seek I did as a child, it was… better.

Now hidden, I let the remaining seconds pass, and soon enough I could hear the sound of Nanami’s steps around the apartment. “You better be hidden little dove, I do love a good chase,” He was walking slowly, scaringly so. Quiet enough that I really had to pay close attention if I wanted to hear anything. Along his footsteps was the repetitive sound of something hitting the palm of his hand. It wasn’t the paddle, if it had been, the sound would have been blunter. But it sounded more like a sharp, cutting sound.

I was buzzing with excitement, my blood pumping more and more with how eager I was. We had done a few rougher sessions before, but I wanted to see how it’d turn this one around, and I was more than willing to let his creativity run free. His steps seemed further away, so did his voice when he spoke loud enough so that I could hear him no matter where I was in the apartment. “I’ll applaud the effort you put in your hiding spot, and while I do love the chase,” I heard him groan as he slammed something shut, startling me in the process.

“I do grow tired of hide-and-seek pretty easily,” he continued like this for a few more minutes, his tone growing more and more impatient, more unnerved as he spoke. His steps were heavier on the ground, faster too, he was pacing, he was doing comes and go around the place and suddenly, it all stopped when he stepped inside the living room.

No more talking. No more taunting. Nothing.

It was eerie. For a moment I thought he was done, then I heard what I believe was the TV. Is he for real? I thought in astonishment. I peeked out from under the blanket that covered my form and silently crawled to the door, placing my ear against it. He had indeed turn it on. I sighed in disappointment and opened the door slowly to surprise him and gasped loudly when I was met with a smug smile. Nanami was crouching in front of the closet. I looked him over, noticing the paddle was resting in the holster where his weapon would usually be, and instead in his hand was a riding crop.

He was holding it in his delicate fingers, as his forearms rested crossed on his knees, “What better way to bait the mouse than to make it believe the threat is gone?” My stomach dropped, I could either back away inside the closet or try for a run. The latter seemed like a better option, one that avoided me ending up cornered. Smirking, I threw him the blanket and push him and went for it.

I don’t know what I was thinking. That wouldn’t stop him. I hadn’t even made him fall back, he simple sighed angrily. I had barely stepped out of the closet that I found myself gripping the back of the couch when Nanami grabbed my shin and made me lose my balance. “A stupid move,” he grunted. I tried to get back up, but he stood up and forced me to let go of the couch, effectively making me fall to the ground.

A groan escaped my lips when I met the floor with force. When I tried to sit up, I was pushed down once more by Nanami’s shoe. It wasn’t too strong, as long as I complied.

And I did.

“Tell me, what’s your color little dove?” He asked in a low tone. The tip of the riding crop was being grazed along my form as I tried to get him to move his foot away, my hands wrapped tight around his ankle. “Green- let me get up-“ “I’m not ‘letting you’ do anything,” He spat as he pressed a bit more on my torso before removing his foot and crouching next to me, a hand resting still on my chest to keep me down. “Fight for it.” He said it in a way that made it as the most obvious solution.

I stuttered, raising a brow in confusion. He smiled. It wasn’t heartwarming, it was reassuring, it was mocking. It made my blood boil. When I was about to reply, he gripped my jaws strongly making me clench my teeth in annoyance. “Maybe I should be clearer, after all you are a bit… slow tonight,” I frowned. “When I say don’t take the towel, it does not mean take the blanket,” he stated as his eyes wandered from my lips to my throat.

If I listened to him any longer, I’d start feeling bad for not obeying him, which was not correct in this situation. So, I clawed at his hand that was now tightening around my throat, “Let- go- of- me!” I gasped through heavy breaths; he wasn’t budging. “Do you need a hint?” He asked with a condescending smile, I did not reply. “Hit me.” My eyes widened, I let go of his hand and instead held his wrist. Not knowing if he was joking. After gauging a bit longer, I came to the conclusion that he was dead serious.

I was starting to feel dizzy, from lack of oxygen… and from arousal. It was strange, but I couldn’t ignore how great it felt, “Ken-“ “Fucking do it, fight for it- or beg, I’d be pleased by both outcomes,” he paused and moved to straddle my lap, his knees supporting most of his weight.

With hesitance, I raised my hand and pushed his face away. He only laughed in response, he did let go of my throat, both of his hands sliding to the nape of my neck. His fingers threaded through my hair as he lifted my head a bit from the ground to make me look at him, “A rougher incentive seems necessary, you’re still too comfortable,” He leaned in and ghosted his lips over mine, whispering to not forget my safe word as he pressed a short kiss on my lips before leaning back.

He took hold of the riding crop once more, not yet taking the paddled out and let it trail over my nipples very slowly. I arched my back for more, my eyes closed then yelped at the burning sensation on my skin when he struck me. I gave him a scowl, he grinned lazily. “If you’re so feisty, show me some of that energy little mouse. I don’t think you realize you’re trapped yet,” I did not have time to reply, he struck me again. I yelped in pain/pleasure.

“It feels like you’ve surrendered already my dove, was it that easy to get you to submit?” When he did not get a reply and rose his arm to strike me once more, I pulled him by the front of his shirt and tried to roll him over, only to be laughed at when held my wrists in one hand and pushed me back, hands over my head. “You’re not trying, you’re humoring me, it’s pitiful,” He said with a scoff.

The thought of hitting him was becoming stronger and stronger, I wanted to see what he’d do in response. But I couldn’t do this anymore, he had me pinned. He either read my mind or had something in his, but for some reason he let go and started unbuttoning his shirt.

I took this opportunity to use my knee to hit his back, before punching his jaw with all my force. A shaky breath escaped his lips, not one of fear, but of excitement.

That attempt had not changed anything of the situation I was in, if anything it only angered him more. With his face still half turned to the side, I could see the growing smile on his lips. He slowly turned around; His lower lip slightly redder than before. “You’re getting the hang of it, but you’re still bad at it. Here, try again,” He faced the other way, giving me his other cheek.

“Ken I’m sorry-“ He interrupted me by guiding my hand into a fist to his cheek, “Right here,” he hissed. “Make it worth it, it’s your last opportunity to get the upper hand, then it’s my turn,” I wasn’t going to do it until he took out the paddle and struck my thighs with force, smirking, “Next is your stomach, stop me,” Two thoughts clashed inside my head, the first was, let him do it, the second was, no way. I acted on instinct and punched his jaw with force before gripping the back of his hair and pulling it.

He winced, I took the chance to slide from under him and escape quickly. I barely missed the hand that reached out for my ankle, an exhilarated sigh left my lips. I made a run for it, but instead of cornering myself to the bedroom, I stopped on the other side of the couch. I would mirror Nanami’s opposite steps, making him more and more frustrated. I noticed the wiped blood on the back of his glove along the one that seemed to be tainting his teeth when he smiled in the most threatening and primal way.

Seeing him away from me, seeing how I was in a safe position, seeing that I was not losing just yet… it all pushed me to taunt him, “You can’t reach me, it’s funny isn’t-“ I stopped mid-sentence and felt my heart dropped when Nanami simply jumped over the couch and sauntered over me, his eyes darkened with arousal. He seemed more than thrilled by this whole thing, I knew it the moment he opened his mouth, I kept mine shut tight. “Hilarious. But I don’t see you laughing much, little dove…” He said slowly.

His hand rose oh so gently to cradle my face in his, “Submit,” his whispered. I shook my head. His hand slid to the back of my head once more, except this time he took a handful of my hair and started walking away, pulling me by my hair. It wasn’t too painful, as long as I kept up with his pace, which I did. He threw me on the couch and struck my back hard with the paddle. “The hard way it is,”

My partner crouched next to me, I did not move from laying on my stomach, before he could speak, I spat on him and grinned. He closed his eyes a moment, wiping the saliva off while getting up once more. “I was going to give you one last chance, but it seems your spirit isn’t broken yet. Sheer force seems to be the solution, don’t you think little dove?” He brushed my hair gently, then struck my back hard. I let out a moan and buried my face in the pillow to try to muffle it before speaking up.

“I have a high- pain tolerance sir- fuck,” I swore under my breath. I heard him laugh genuinely, breaking character for a second at my mistake. I was so used to our power dynamics that it rolled off in times of… pleasure. “Let’s see how high, remember,” I thought he was going to remind me of my safe word, instead he said, “The words are: I submit,”

I huffed. “Am I hearing them from you?” I asked playfully.

It earned me another strong hit, this time with the riding crop.

I felt Nanami’s gloved hand brush over my sore back, taking in the damage. The feeling of the leather on my skin felt so good against the burn I was feeling. “You’re getting off on this too much, let’s make it more fun,” He whispered as his hand slid between my legs, “Pain won’t get you begging, but pleasure will,” His fingers slid between my lower lips to finally meet my clit as he started stimulating it tentatively at first.

It wasn’t the right spot at first, so I turned around and grinned proudly, “I think you’re better off hitting me if you’re not going to hit the spot-“ I swore under my breath when he put just the right amount of pressure, making me feel a shiver all over my body. Nanami laughed mockingly but did not stop, he skillfully played with my clit. He lifted my ass up to get a better angle but gripped my hair forcefully to keep my head in the pillow and not lift myself up on my arms. “This spot, right?” He breathed, satisfaction dripping from his voice.

I only whined in response. When I tried to move my ass back to get more friction, Nanami placed a knee on the couch and stopped me from moving with his hip. He kept me in place, his fist gripping my hair even tighter. “You’re a fucking handful, should I let you cum to appease that silly little greed of yours?” He grunted against my ear, I could feel my eyes roll back as I was getting closer and closer. “Yes, please, yes, yes,”

He pulled his hand back, and slapped my ass hard, probably leaving a mark. He let go of my hair and let his hands trail back to my waist where they stayed as he bent over my back and spoke, “I thought we agreed I wouldn’t let you do anything,” I breathed shakily as I turned my head to look at him the best I could. “Frustration suits your face well, little mouse,” He said softly, his eyes darting to my lips. I caught a glimpse of the real him there, until he got closer to my face and licked from my neck to my cheek, “Let’s see how long it’ll take you to beg for release,”

When he said that, his fingers went back to my clit, nothing else. I did not get any friction; he did not even deign giving me any sort of pleasure from his cock. Through moans and gasps, I looked over my shoulder to catch of glimpse of him as he pressed once more onto my back while his other hand was between my legs. “At least fucking remove the gloves, Ken-“ My voice went a higher pitch when I talked, forcing me to hide my face in the pillows to muffle my moans.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” I heard Nanami’s gruffy tone as the speed of his fingers increased on my clit. “But it looked like you thought you had any say in what I was doing,” His breath was getting heavier just as I felt my legs shake the closer I got. Nanami saw it and slid his fingers away. I groaned out his name in frustration before moving my hand between my legs, only to have it slapped away. “My, my, already taking matters in your own hands?”

I was startled when I felt the cold texture of the riding crop brushing from my shoulders to my back, to slowly slide between my legs. I gasp when he pressed it just slightly at my entrance before slithering to my clit and striking it, earning a high-pitched moan from me. “I wonder how much you can take before it’s too painful to even touch it, shall we see?” Hearing him so cocky ticked me off, and while I could feel the pulsing of my clit, desperate for more, desperate to get off, I felt a spike of fighting spirit before all.

When Nanami went to touch me once again, I tried to kick him, all while moving my arm to push his from my back. He did lose his balance but caught himself by gripping both of my legs as he pulled them so that my pelvis was finally touching the couch. I had barely time to realize what happened that my legs were in a deadlock between his as he straddled the back of my thighs. One of his hand wrapped around my throat, bringing my head back enough that my throat was perfectly exposed. He rose on his knees, still behind me, and lowered his face to mine in that same angle.

I was seeing him upside down, but I could also smell the blood I had drawn when I hit him. It was intoxicating, in the strangest way. My back hurt from being arched like that, mixed with the pressure on my neck… it felt delightful. “What a pretty sight, twisted like a useless fucking ragdoll,” I gasped at his name calling, not ready to admit it sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. Brushing a finger over my chin, Nanami kissed me roughly, smiling along the kiss as his tongue delved into my mouth but it was as passionate as it was quick. “Beg me to fuck you,” he growled against my lips. I only whimpered in response, forcing myself to keep my mouth shut.

He did not like it.

Nanami pressed against my ass, rolling his covered hips against me. He then brought a gloved hand to my lips and said, “Take it off,” talking about the glove. I opened my mouth and gently nipped the tip as he pulled his hand back. The glove was snatched out of my mouth and thrown on the low table before his fingers returned to my mouth and forced my mouth open. “I haven’t been playing fair, have I?” He asked rhetorically. I knew there was something behind this question. And yet, I shook my head, making him grin wide. “It’s only fair I return what you gave me,” I quirked a brow at his word then the pressure on my throat was gone.

His hands were unbuckling his belt, “You stay like this, I have you right where I want you,” When I heard him groan upon freeing his cock from his pants, his remaining gloved hand returned to my throat and tilted my head backwards once more, “You’ve been a fucking pain,” He grunted as his free fingers brushed against my hole, I bite my lip to hold back the smile I felt upon winning. “How are you feeling right now, little mouse?”

With a strained voice, raspy even, I said, “Green, and proud to see you succumb first,” I said with a wicked smile. Nanami mirrored it, but it did not hold the same pride. No, it was disturbing, it did not match his following actions when he stopped touching me. “Is that what you think is happening? Let me tell you one thing,” he paused, and I heard him groan as I felt his movements behind me, he was stroking his cock a few times. I suddenly felt it press against my entrance and let out throaty moans when he slowly slid it in.

“I love tests. Testing how long you can hold before begging to come,” He started as he sheathed himself inside, he wrapped his arm around my waist and started playing with my clit, elating loud moans from me, “It feels good, doesn’t it?” I nodded; My eyes closed as I focused on the pleasure. Another gasp left my lips when I felt him fully in. When I was about to move to get the friction, the hand around my throat tightened. “I’ll be testing how fucking desperate you are for my cock, you’re not allowed to move unless you submit, understood?”

I threw him a deadly glare and smirked mischievously, “Try me,” then I gripped a handful of his hair and pulled him back. Nanami hissed, with the arm that was around my waist he brought mine down and tilted my head back once more, his face hovering over mine. “I pulled your hair, you pull mine, it’s fair,” He stated, his voice dripping with ire, his eyes then darkened, “You spit…” He started, opening my mouth with a gloved finger, I heard the sound before realizing it. He closed my mouth afterwards and covered it with the palm of his hand. “I spit, now fucking swallow,”

I tried to get his hand off my mouth, but he kept it there until he was sure I had swallowed, that’s when he added, “I can feel you walls clenching around my cock, it looks like you’re enjoying being treated like filth,” He leaned back, and pushed my head into the pillow, his form unmoving inside me. I wanted more than just that, I wanted to feel his hands gripping my waist tight as he’d fuck me from behind. I leaned back, to try to get something from it, only to be struck down.

The snap of the riding crop meeting my skin echoed in the silent room and was soon joined by my painful moan. “Two words, say them. Or do you not understand what’s going on here?” Without moving, his hand met my clit once more while the free one held my hips in place, he resumed his earlier work and my moans were now full whines, my poor clit felt like it was burning from the overstimulation it was getting. Nanami continued, until he felt my walls clench around his cock, that’s when he stopped and laughed breathlessly. “That’s three times, I can go on, but can you?”

I tried to reply, but my response was muffled by the pillow. Perhaps it was for the best, but Nanami wasn’t having it. He gripped a handful of my hair once more and pulled my head up, “Stop mumbling, articulate,” He ordered. I looked away, pressing my lips tight. “Alright, let’s see how well you fence after the fourth time, shall we?” He never let go of my hair and used his free hand to touch my clit once again, I couldn’t muffle my panting this time. My mouth wide open, loud moans, I couldn’t bear another deception.

“Please,” I uttered.

“I didn’t quite catch that,” He said with a bit too much pride in his voice, “Need I remind you the words?” He asked as he pressed his lips delicately against my temple and gritted through his teeth, “Go ahead little mouse, say it,” I wasn’t saying it. I felt his lips turn into a smile, his fingers hadn’t left my nub, and it had gotten unbearable, each of his graze against it felt like it burnt so when he bucked his hips into me one time: it was enough to make me succumb.

“I submit- Ken, please, no more, I can’t-“ I panted, tears of frustration streaming down my face. A satisfied growled escaped Nanami’s lips, “Atta girl, let’s get you fucked properly,” He let go of my hair, effectively making me fall back on the pillow. His hands brushed over my back a few times, as if he was assessing before going forth with what he had planned. He paused, then settled his hands on my hips and started ramming inside me animalistically.

Each of his thrusts were met with a whimper, that very angle made him reach the right spot easily, but it wasn’t enough yet. I felt like he was holding back, “Ken- my back-“ Confused, Nanami slowed down his movements and leaned in, keeping himself in role, “Speak up little mouse, I can’t hear you over how fucking loud you’re whining,”

I swore in pleasure under my breath among the tears, he knew what he was doing, and I could feel my face heat up more than it already was. I quickly got hold of myself and sobbed, “Mark me, let it out,“ Nanami had now stopped everything and seemed to be gauging how I was doing, a flicker of the real him showed on his face before he returned to his role once more. “Look at you, crying for more. Desperate to be ruined, to be dominated,” He delicately tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, it did not do much with how messy my hair was, but it was soft, nonetheless.

“I’ll oblige,” With a kiss pressed on the back of my head, Nanami then did exactly what he promised. His thrusts were more carnal, his hands, now both gloveless, were painting my back with claw marks as he used my back as his canvas. I was not aware of much of what I was doing, but it felt so fucking good. I was moaning and crying at the same time and seeing how Nanami seemed to get even more turned on from the sight, I was led to believe he enjoyed it as well.

He kept that pace up, but soon enough we both reached our peak. Through heavy pants, I begged Nanami to cum inside me, which he happily complied to. The mix of pain and pleasure made everything stronger, I felt my eyes roll back and my legs shake, as best as they could from being held down, then nothing. Pure bliss.

I kept my eyes closed a while longer, letting Nanami pull out and do as he pleased. He probably got changed and went to get what he thought was necessary to take care of me.

Then I believe I fell asleep a few moments after that, I don’t know how long but when I woke up, I was wrapped in a comfortable bathrobe. A blanket was draped over my form, and something was resting on my stomach. Looking down, I saw Nanami’s hand lazily draped over it.

I then looked up and saw my head was resting on a pillow on his lap. He was sitting on the couch, watching the TV. When I met his gaze, he smiled in the most charming way, “You’re awake, it seemed it tired you more than I thought it would. We’ll be more careful next time,” He said softly as he kept his eyes on mine.

We stared at one another a while. Not saying anything, not needing to, or maybe wanting to. But it wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable.

Nanami broke the silence first, “Did it meet your expectations? I find myself believing you’ve been thinking about this for a while, maybe a fantasy?” He asked, his hand absentmindedly brushing over my stomach.

I smiled tiredly, “Oh it did, it’s hard to get into it at first… And I wouldn’t be against being thrown around more. Safely… ish, of course…” I paused, not believing I was feeling embarrassed after what we had done. “But you were definitely great, thank you for engaging in this… I guess it could be defined as a fantasy,” It felt too serious to thank him like this, but I did not know how other way to do it.

“I did not think it would have been necessary to say it, but clearly you seem to be thinking I only did it for you,” He looked at me with a loving smile, “Which I partially did, but I do enjoy seeing you struggling under me. And I definitely enjoyed this, more than you think,” I quirked my brows in surprise at his word, the small smile on my lips betraying the shock and showing the excitement that returned. “However, I must apologize for the soreness you’ll be feeling, I treated everything, but you’ll definitely be sore for a few days… Maybe a week, you tell me,”

I moved on the couch to see in how much pain I was and hissed when my whole body screamed for me to stop. “Yeah, okay, I feel you. A week, more like a month. I say next time we try something tamer, what’s your fantasy?” I asked tiredly, snuggling closer to him as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

Nanami chuckled softly and caressed my cheek gently, “Let’s talk about that tomorrow, we might need to buy new things,” He said half-jokingly.

“Is it a uniform?” I asked as I fell asleep.

“It might be, I am a simple man after all…”

I think I laughed, but I was too tired to remember. Maybe I’ll let him ruin a few more suits if it led to this…

[babyybitchhh]

Draken x Reader 18+

Title: The Last Stall

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 3,977

Warnings: daddy kink, over the knee spanking, punishment, humiliation/degradation, dirty talk, public, toilet blowjob, passing mention of vomit

A/N: This is something quick and not overly polished I spit up instead of working on any of my existing wip's. lmao (but in sad) I really need to stress the warnings on this one, specifically the toilet blowjob part because I know that might squick some people out. u_u

P.S. yes, the title is a pun and I'm unreasonably proud of myself for that one, haha. Please enjoy (?)

♥♥♥♥

Your whining pleas fall on deaf ears as Ken drags you, tripping and stumbling, towards the nearest bathroom in the largely deserted train station. The hardly conspicuous snickers from the rest of the group filters up behind you, serving only to highlight your shame and make you further regret every poor choice you’d made today. Sure, you’d been acting like a brat off and on, here or there, but was it really that different from your usual?

And more importantly, was sticking your tongue out at him really where he drew the line?

“Please, Ken,” you mewl, tugging back on his hold even though you knew damn well it wouldn’t get you anywhere. “I promise I didn’t mean it like that. It was just a joke!”

He doesn’t respond, and your stomach does a nice little somersault when you glance up only to find the signage for the restrooms looming right overhead. You weren’t sure what he planned to do once he got you inside, though you could certainly take a guess, and you bring your opposite hand up to try and pry his fingers off your wrist in a last ditch effort.

No such luck, of course. He was just too strong, too big for you to escape from once he already had a hold on you and your feet inelegantly shuffle over the threshold into the men’s room no matter how hard you try to put on the brakes.

Stopping long enough to make sure no one else was already in here, Ken pulls you down the row of stalls and into the last one where he slams the door shut hard enough to make you squeak. Your heart is in your throat as you sheepishly peer up at him and he levelly stares right back as he flicks the lock into place without missing a beat.

“I’m sorry?” You try in a small, hopeful voice.

“I gave you plenty of chances to be sorry earlier.” He intones. “You’ve been asking for this all day, princess. Don’t act surprised now that you’re getting it.”

“But, Ken - -“

“The only butt I’m concerned about right now is yours.” He gives your arm a pointed tug. “Come here. Now.”

You momentarily consider kicking and screaming your way out of this but Ken must see the thought flash across your face, because his frown deepens in warning. Realizing he’d be just as happy to go about this the hard way, even in a public space, you hesitantly close the distance between you and him on shuffling little steps.

Satisfied with your decision to cooperate, he releases his hold on your arm so he can bend down and reach under the skirt you were wearing. A quiet whimper bubbles up in the back of your throat when he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your panties, falling into a crouch as he tugs them to your ankles in a single fluid motion.

“Step out.”

You comply, slowly, and he tucks them away in the pocket of his jeans before rising to his full, towering height again. It would be nice to say you’d come to terms with your fate, or rather the fate of your ass, but he still manages to catch you off guard when he reaches out to grab you by the back of your neck and yank you forward into a half bent position. The physical strength in his lanky body manages to be impressive even now, and you choke on a haggard sound as he loops an arm over your back so he can haul you right up off your feet.

“Wait!” You blurt, alarmed by how much of the tiled restroom floor was suddenly taking up your line of sight. “I’m sorry, Ken! I’m sorry! I promise I won’t do it again! Really!”

A sharply delivered smack over the cotton of your skirt has you yelping. “I bet you won’t after this. How’s it feel being drug off to the bathroom like a child to get spanked? Huh?”

You can’t help withering at that, and a startled whimper bursts out of you when he tucks you more securely under his arm with a rough jostle. Then, to your surprise, he pivots so he can smack his boot down on the edge of the toilet and pull you over his bent leg, propping your ass up in the air for the perfect angle to strike at.

Practically wheezing, you blindly reach up to fist one hand in the back of his jacket while the other latches onto the arm holding you around the middle. God, you’d really done it this time. He was not happy with you at all.

“First things first,” he starts, punctuating each word with a swat to either cheek. “You wanna’ tell me why you’ve been such a goddamn brat today?”

“No …” You murmur only to cry out when he brings his hand down again, harder this time.

“Second chance.”

Blinking back the sting of humiliated tears, you suck in a faltering breath. “I don’t know … I just thought it was fun.”

Barking out a humorless laugh, Ken lands two more slaps across your ass. “And are you still having fun, princess?”

“Mm’not.” You sniffle sadly.

“Good.” He hits the left cheek and then the right in quick succession, making you lurch in his hold. “I’d be doing something wrong if you were. But I think I was pretty lenient today considering all the shit you pulled. What made you think I wouldn’t burn your ass up for acting like that, huh? Thought you could get away with anything just because we were in public?” Another scoffing laugh to accompany the sting of his palm striking you over your behind. “Do I really seem the type to let shit slide because of that?”

“Nooo …” You whine, squirming at the steady burn that’s settled into your skin now. His hold on you is unfaltering though, so you resort to impotently curling your legs up in the air to try and dissuade him instead.

But Ken merely shoves them away so he can spank your ass twice more before flipping your skirt up to expose you to the full brunt of his swing. You seethe when the cool air touches your inflamed skin, goosebumps erupting all across your body when it makes the nerves sting even more.

“Then why did you try me, princess?” He prods, hand flattening across the swell of your ass so he can rub the pain in with his abrasively callused palm. “We didn’t have to do this, y’know. What do you think the guys are saying right now? You think they won’t know exactly what happened in here?”

The first smack against bare skin is easily the worst yet and you wail in agony, uselessly kicking your feet out behind you. “I’m sorry!”

“Not yet you aren’t.” He promises.

Another set of blistering swats has the tears you’d been fighting back so valiantly dribbling down your flushed face, unhindered, and you’re distantly aware of the soft plop of them hitting the restroom floor. The pain was starting to reach fever pitch now, you weren’t sure how much more of this you could handle without devolving into ugly sobs, but you already knew he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.

That’s just the kind of guy Ken was.

“Daddy …” You choke out, hoping to appeal to his emotions even if only enough to cut your punishment in half.

It doesn’t seem to sway him though, and his heavy hand lands across your backside hard enough to make your head swim. “It’s a bit late for that now, wouldn’t you say? You don’t get to be daddy’s good little girl” smack “when you’re bent over his knee” smack “getting spanked like a bratty baby. That’s not how this works and you know that.”

Struggling just to breathe through it, you pitifully writhe against him. “Mm’sorry, daddy … I should have been good …”

“That’s an understatement.” Ken scoffs.

Readjusting his hold on you with a brief jostle, he spanks your ass a few more times before pausing to drag his palm across your blistering skin. You seethe at the stinging, burning pinprick sensation but he isn’t quite done yet, and a frantic wail rises up out of you when he starts up again.

“Next time you’re going to make better decisions, aren’t you?”

“Y - yes!”

“And you’re going to suck my cock when I’m done spanking you, right?”

“Yes, daddy, I will! Anything!”

He noises a soft grunt of approval as he peppers both cheeks with a handful of sharp smacks meant to drive his point home. “And then you’ll apologize to everyone for being such a bratty little girl when we go back out there. Look them all in the face and explain why you needed to get your ass beat.”

Hanging limp from his grasp now, all you can do is nod your head in shame but Ken clearly expects a verbal response, and he brings his hand down hard to make you squeal.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“I will! I’ll apologize to eh - everyone for being bad today!”

“Good call, princess.” Delivering another solid strike to both cheeks in turn, Ken finally lets up on your poor behind in favor of rubbing his warm hand across it. The hiccuping sounds of your crying quickly rushes in to replace the continuous slap of skin on skin that had once dominated the empty bathroom, and he quietly shushes you after a long moment of letting you get it all out. “Calm down, baby. It’s over. Just take a deep breath, okay?” He says, gentle now in place of the stern and reproachful tone he’d been using with you.

Obediently, you suck in a haggard, stuttering breath and let it out in one big woosh but it does very little to ease the hurt of your spanking. At his encouragement, you do it again and then again until you finally start to come down from it one piece at a time. Soon enough, your broken sobbing recedes to soft, sniffling whimpers and he gives your sore rump an approving pat that makes you hiss before moving to lower his leg off the toilet.

“You know I don’t like punishing you like that.” He murmurs, gently setting you down on your feet and even though you know that’s not the whole truth you still find yourself leaning into the comfort of his arms when he pulls you into a hug. “I just want you to be good for me. You know that, right?”

Face buried in his shirt, you nod your head.

He sedately drags his hand across your back in comforting circles until you eventually calm down a bit more some moments later. Pulling back to look at you once your shoulders have stopped trembling with muffled sobs, he reaches up to thumb some of the moisture away from your face. “There’s my pretty girl. You ready to suck daddy’s cock so we can get out of here? Hm?”

You offer him a tremulous, hopeful little smile and nod.

Pleased, he moves to unfasten his pants and you lick your lips in anticipation, squirming on the spot. You’d be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t just ever so slightly damp after that and it eagerly clenches when his thick cock springs up in the air. He manages to surprise you, though, when he shuffles around you and takes a seat on the toilet with his jeans shoved down around his ankles, allowing him to spread his legs in a wide v that leaves his heavy ball sac hanging in plain view.

You gulp. Hard. “Like that?”

Ken nods once as he reaches around to take himself in hand and slowly pump, the motion making his foreskin bunch at the top and then pull back just far enough for you to see the visibly wet glans poking through. “It’s what you deserve for being such a bad girl, isn’t it? A little humility will do you some good, princess.”

At your hesitation, he hums a low sound of warning and you grudgingly shuffle closer so you can kneel on the floor. Your stomach clenches and flips over itself, repulsed by your close proximity to the public toilet, but you were resigned to see this through to the end. A healthy serving of degradation was left on the negotiation table after discussing limitations and hard passes so it wasn’t like he’d presented you with a completely left field request.

At least you still had your safeword.

At least the toilet looked clean.

Drawing a steadying breath, you place your hands on Ken’s slim yet muscle heavy thighs and lean forward. His unoccupied hand comes up to meet you halfway, cradling the curve of your skull and guiding you to the waiting tip of his penis. You give it a lingering kiss as if in apology, then slowly work your way down the underside of it one peck at a time until your lips meet his curled knuckles where he’s still gripping himself. You kiss those too, reverential, before rising up on your knees even as they ache in protest against the unforgiving floor.

You weren’t sure which was more painful, that or the constant burning heat that encompasses your whole ass, but you resolve to ignore both for the time being. Opening your mouth wide, you flick your tongue out to lap across the exposed glans, tasting a dollop of bitter precum, and Ken issues a slow, sighing breath through his nose.

“You might not want to take all day, princess.” He murmurs, tightening his hold on your head and pushing down so that you’re forced to accept a quarter of his length into your waiting mouth. “The guys’ll start to get antsy if you don’t speed it up a little bit, and I don’t think you want another spanking for holding everybody up.”

Whining at the mere suggestion, you blink back a fresh rush of salty tears and begin bobbing your head, making sure to hollow out your cheeks on each upward pull. He moans into the still quiet after a long beat and then shifts, reclining against the back of the toilet. This alters the position of his pelvis, just as he’d likely intended, and with no other choice you hesitantly lean further over the bowl. The added effect of jutting your bruised ass up in the air only seems to highlight your humiliation even more, and you’re ashamed at the way your pussy needily clenches in response to it.

“Good baby. You look so hot like this, you know that? Don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner …” Pausing, he releases his cock and brings the hand up to affectionately brush some of the hair from your face. Gathering it up and then back, he digs his fingers in on either side and grips hard at the root as he pulls you into a faster bobbing motion that leaves your mouth noisily schlucking around him. “Only bad girls get treated like this, you know. I hope you remember that for next time. Come on, princess. Look at me while you’re sucking me off.”

Slowly, you swivel your gaze upward to lock on his face and you squirm when you find the heavy lidded stare he’s got leveled on you. If it weren’t for the slightest draw of his brows, the faintest dusting of pink high up on his cheekbones and the faint sheen of sweat on his skin you would almost think this were any other blowjob you’d ever given him. Not one administered after a blistering spanking nor one taking place in a public restroom over a toilet. The fact he seemed so unbothered, so impartial to the plight you’d brought on yourself only drives the point further home and you suck in a faltering breath through your stuffy nose.

The sound catches his attention, dark stormy eyes lighting up with alertness and he softly coos at you. “What’s the matter, baby? You feeling like a filthy slut down there or something?”

You pitifully nod your head, struggling to swallow around him. The flex of your throat makes him groan, very softly, before tipping his neck back in relish.

“Glad to hear it. That was the point, you know …”

The distracted note in his voice when he trails off tells you he’s enjoying your mouth, so you slide one of your hands inward to grip him around the base and pump, eager to be done with this humiliating act of service. Ken allows it for a long moment while he simply luxuriates in the sticky warmth of your tongue lapping along the underside of his cock, but then he stirs as if out of a light slumber.

“Don’t forget the balls, pretty girl. Ya’ gotta’ show them some love too.”

Actively grimacing in disgust, you start to bring your opposite hand down to caress Ken’s hanging sac but a low sound of warning stops you short. You understand what he wants all too well and you pull off him with a small wet pop, taking little gasping breaths as you regard the challenge in front of you. The toilet did in fact look clean - probably only recently scrubbed down before you got here. May not have even been used yet since then.

But knowing what it was still makes your gag reflex react, and you choke in the back of your throat. You didn’t really want to do this and, sensing your uncertainty, he lets up his hold on your hair in favor of caressing down the sides of your face in a comforting gesture.

“You wanna’ stop? Just say the word, princess.”

You seriously consider it for a short beat, but you ultimately decide not to. Not when you were already down here, demeaning yourself like this, because it would feel like a waste of your efforts. You’d gone this far, how bad could another inch towards depravity really be?

Besides, this was your penance for acting out so much today. The cycle of give and take you’d settled into with him couldn't properly come to a close so another could begin until after you’d earned his forgiveness for this transgression, and you so badly wanted that more than anything else.

Resigned, you swallow your nerves and tip his cock back towards his stomach, drawing his ballsack higher, and then lean down. Revulsion makes your stomach roil into a tight, uncomfortable knot even as you slip your tongue out to take a tentative lap at the sinfully smooth skin of his scrotum. When you don’t promptly retch and throw up all over the place (at least you were already in the perfect position to do so) you dip your face just that little bit lower to suck his left teste into your mouth.

Ken absolutely seethes at it, his thighs noticeably tensing up around your face. Apparently he hadn’t expected you to really do it and you feel a brief surge of victory, glad to catch him off guard even at the price of your own dignity.

Slightly more sure of yourself now, you suckle at his nut while lazily pumping him with your hand and you delight in the way the motion pulls on his sack. The groaning sound of fluster that comes out of him only further emboldens you and you let his teste pop out of your mouth with a wet smack so you can alternate to the other. The smell of sterile cleaning products, bleach and other disinfectants, swarm your nose, almost covering the heady musk of him while you make a pointed effort not to glance down at the bowl. A small relief at this point but one nonetheless.

You weren’t so sure your churning stomach could withstand the close up visual no matter how clean it looked.

“Shit, baby. That’s it. Such a good girl … you make daddy so proud, you know that?”

Warming under his praise, you release his sack and lick a wet stripe along the seam right up to the underside of his cock. You work your way higher still until you’re rising above his lap again where you guide him into your mouth, taking him as far as you can go. The muscles in his thighs visibly twitch, gradually tensing up for you, so you put your all into bobbing up and down his length again, squeezing the base where your lips can’t quite reach. That sticky schlucking noise pitches through the still air once more but you’re hardly in any shape to be embarrassed about that, of all things, so you keep at it until copious amounts of drool are running down his cock.

You only grip him tighter when it reaches your knuckles, leaving a bubbling mess across your hand. He’s getting close though, you can tell by the way he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and draws his brows up, pelvis tipping towards your slobbering mouth just a pinch. It has you leaning into your work, pumping your face over his cock so enthusiastically it almost makes you dizzy. Your reward, the pay off, finally comes in the form of his massive hands sliding back to grip at your hair, mindful even in this shuddering state not to pull, and you let him shove you down on him with a delighted little squeal.

The blunt head of his glans bumps against the back of your tonsils and then keeps going, wedging itself into your throat just enough to make you choke. You still couldn’t take all of him straight to the base but you could endure this much, your eyes rolling into the back of your head when he suddenly shoots hot, clumpy ropes straight down your gullet.

“Fuck!”

An undignified, snorting cough jostles you as you force yourself to swallow, working your throat around the intrusion, and that only makes him hiss at the contraction. Callused fingers tremble against your scalp while he holds you in place, shaking through his orgasm, before finally letting you come up for air once he’s spent his release into your gut.

You reel back with a gasp, head spinning and fingers digging into the meat of his thighs to try and steady yourself. Ken leans forward almost immediately with a soft coo, cupping your flushed face in his hands so he can tip your head back and kiss you. He moans quietly at the taste of himself on your tongue and you lean into the gesture, happy to be back in his good graces again, but he pulls away much too soon for your liking.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you for pushing through that.” He murmurs even as you whine at the loss of his mouth, thumbs idly brushing over your cheeks. “I know that was hard but you wanted to make it up to me for your bad behavior, didn’t you?”

At your sad little nod, Ken smiles and pulls you closer so he can kiss your forehead. Your heart gives a soaring thump inside your chest, a smile pulling at your lips despite your best attempts to fight it down. Reservations aside, that hadn’t been half as bad as you’d thought it would be and you were glad for that too.

“You’re gonna’ get a nice little treat for being such a good girl for me when we get home.” He promises in a soft voice that puts you further at ease. “Let’s go ahead and get cleaned up though. Everyone’s probably left us by now.”

All but grinning now, you lean up to accept the last kiss he affectionately presses to the tip of your nose. “Okay, daddy.”

[jamiemackenziefraser]

All That Was Fair

Chapter 38: The Date 

Summary: Claire and Jamie share another first

Read on AO3

Read chapter 38 on tumblr below the cut

Previous, masterlist, next

Chapter 38: The Date 

***

This was a new one. 

With all the strange ways Claire had decided to be close to him in the span of their relationship, Jamie thought that she’d surely run out of novel ideas. 

But here he was, standing in front of the mirror brushing his teeth. And there she was, standing directly behind him with her cheek glued to his back and the length of her body pressed along his. She wasn’t embracing him— it felt like her arms were tucked against herself between her front and his back. Without even a word, she’d just entered the bathroom and tucked herself behind him.  

“Ehm, good mornin’, lass,” Jamie chuckled. 

“Morning,” her voice was silky smooth, still heavy with sleep. 

Her hands appeared and ran down the length of his back, and Jamie felt her press a kiss right to his spine in the middle of his back. 

Gooseflesh broke out along his arms at the sensation, and he had to lean down to wash his mouth out before he accidentally choked on toothpaste or something of the sort. 

When he leaned down, his wee sea urchin went with him, of course, all but laying herself over him as he bent over the sink. 

Once his mouth was safely clear and he had straightened up— only for Claire to resume her previous position— he asked, “How are ye this morning, then?” 

“Good. Mmmm,” Claire gave a murmur of satisfaction, and suddenly wee hands were sliding underneath his shirt up the skin of his back. 

Jamie started, almost jumping away, but she had him truly trapped against the sink. 

Another kiss was dropped on his back, this time at his shoulder blade, and Jamie couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling from his chest. 

“Am I nothin’ more tae ye than a large body pillow tae cuddle wi? Ye’re worse than Adso. Not even so much as a ‘good morning’ before ye’re using my back as a heating pad.” 

“I thought it was greeting enough,” Claire said, but her voice was muffled against the back of Jamie’s shirt. 

Hoping to take her by surprise, Jamie whirled around suddenly. Claire let out a shriek of surprise, and was just starting to stumble backward when Jamie caught her in his arms and pulled her against him. 

She narrowed her eyes at him before he squeezed her closer and she couldn’t keep up the pretense, letting out a joyful laugh and throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him good morning. 

“So,” she said against his lips once they’d given each other a proper greeting, “what are we going to do today?” 

“Well… I had a thought…” Jamie said, pausing to peck her lips again. (It wasn’t his fault. They were right there, after all, and Jamie was only so strong in the face of such temptation.) “It’s something I realized recently and I’m actually rather embarrassed about.” 

“What?” Claire asked, drawing back enough that she could fix her eyes on Jamie, the honey-gold of her gaze sparkling with curiosity. 

“Do ye ken we havena even had a proper date?” Jamie asked, smoothing his hands down along her sides. 

Claire stared at him blankly, eyes wide. 

“I don’t even know what you mean by date, so no, I don’t ‘ken,’” she replied. 

“Right,” Jamie said, smiling at himself, “well a date is a human custom. When two people are interested in each other, they go out and do something fun together, to see if they’re compatible, aye? It’s a part of courtship.” 

“Well I’d say we know we’re compatible, don’t you agree?” Claire said, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Jamie’s ear, right in a spot she knew would short circuit his brain. 

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away, not inclined to let himself fall under her spell at this particular moment. He was far too determined for that. He’d never even taken his wife on a proper date, and he needed to remedy that immediately. 

“Of course we are, wife. It’s jes’ that we never got tae do those fun things before we were married.” 

“I can think of a lot of fun things we can do,” Claire whispered, her voice dropping low as she tried to get her lips to reach Jamie’s neck. But he held her back, and she rewarded his restraint with a pout that made him laugh. 

“That’s no’ the point,” he sighed, “trust me. It’ll be fun.” 

“Of course I trust you, Jamie,” she agreed. 

“Good, then, Claire Fraser, will ye go out on a date wi’ me today?” he asked cordially, letting go over her and taking a slight step back so that he could have some semblance of formality. 

She gave him a smile and a nod. “Yes, Jamie Fraser, I would love to.” 

***

There was a flaw in his plan… Jamie realized too late. He’d planned the perfect date but forgotten one key component. 

Claire didn’t have a bathing suit. 

He’d had it all worked out, you see. There were very limited options of dates he could take her on. First of all, anything involving food was out of the question. Secondly, anything involving other people was a no go, since Claire would get so anxious about being around other humans. So Jamie had decided to take her to a loch a short drive away, where they could swim together out of the way of any prying eyes or listening ears. Claire would have a nice time, he was sure, and it would even remind her of home. 

Imagining her in a cute red bikini made him feel a certain way, but he realized far too late that the only garments she had were the dresses and shoes they’d gotten at Mrs. Fitz’ what felt like a lifetime ago. 

Skinny dipping it is , Jamie smirked to himself as he helped Claire into the car. 

Maybe it wasn’t a flawed plan after all. 

***

“Where are we going?” Claire asked for about the upteenth time. 

The puir thing seemed to be a mixture of nerves and excitement, which led her to buzz with energy in the seat next to him. It distracted her from her motion sickness at least, so Jamie wouldn’t budge on keeping his surprise a secret. 

“Somewhere fun,” Jamie said coolly. 

“Humans,” Claire rolled her eyes, “you all are so big on your secrecy. I don’t understand why you don’t just say what you intend.” 

“Know many humans to base yer judgements off of?” Jamie challenged, giving her a smirk. 

“You’re right,” Claire said, “maybe it’s just a judgement of you.” 

“Sassenach,” Jamie sighed, “I willna tell ye because surprises are fun. Besides, we’re almost there.” 

“Really?” 

This got Claire’s attention, and she straightened up in her seat to press her face against the window. 

A minute later, when Jamie had the car parked and Claire had burst out, somehow managing to figure out the car door in her excitement, he quickly grabbed her hand before she could dart off and force him to chase after her. 

“Happy first date,” he said, pulling her against him by the hand. 

Her arms came around his back, and she smiled up at him. “Happy first date.” 

If he were really playing along, he wouldn’t have kissed her, but having her there in his arms, looking up at him expectantly, he couldn’t imagine waiting until the end of the date to have her lips on his. Indulging himself, he leaned down and kissed her deeply, cupping her head to hold her captive for a long moment. 

“Is this what you brought me here for?” she asked breathlessly when he’d drawn back. 

“There’s more where that came from,” Jamie said softly, “but no. Come on.” 

He led her by the hand through the trees. They ascended the hill together, finally emerging from the grove at the top, revealing a small, but nonetheless picture-perfect loch. 

“I brought you here so we could swim. Just the two of us.”

Claire gazed up at him, her eyes soft and smile wide. “I love it, Jamie.” 

They stepped together up to the edge, admiring the ripples in the loch from the soft breeze that swept over it. Jamie couldn’t spend long on the view though— not when the perfection of his wife was right beside him. His gaze turned to her, caught up in the way her curls swirled around that face that would make even the Greek goddesses jealous. This creature was his, and it struck him in the most random of moments sometimes how lucky he was. 

She must have felt the weight of his gaze because she looked up at him suddenly, inquisitive. 

“What?” she asked. 

“Jes’ admiring the view…” Jamie said softly, tracing a finger over her cheekbone. 

“You’re a sap,” Claire rolled her eyes, but the smile she was trying to hide betrayed her. 

Jamie was just about to suggest that they take off their clothes and dive in, before he could even bat an eye, Claire was body slamming into him, sending him toppling off of his feet and into the water. He hit the lake with a splash, and the temperature change took his breath away for a second as he submerged. When his head broke the surface and he had sputtered the water from his lips, he glared up to the bank and saw Claire in stitches on the shore. 

The wee besom was laughing so hard she was likely to break a rib. 

“You… you… had no idea,” Claire was huffing, her arms wrapped around her middle. 

“Oh, ye’ll pay for that…” 

Jamie was already scrambling up the bank and throwing himself at her before he even finished his threat. Claire squeaked, starting to dash away, but Jamie threw his soaking body at her and managed to get his arms around her. 

She was laughing and squirming, a chorus of “no”s escaping her as he hauled her toward the edge of the water. 

“Jamie,” she squealed, “Jamie, wait, I—” 

Ignoring her protests, he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her as far as he could into the water. 

As Jamie had been rudely forced to discover just a few seconds previous, the lake got deep fast. So when Claire hit the water, she disappeared entirely under the surface. 

Jamie stood and soaked in his victory. His clothes dripping wet as they were, he’d gotten the last word. 

It was then that he’d realized Claire had been under the water for a second too long. Just as his heart started to race and adrenaline coursed into his system, Claire’s head shot above the water. 

“Jamie!” She sputtered. 

Her arms thrashed wildly as she tried to keep afloat, and he heard her gasp before her head disappeared back under the surface. Waves splashed up around her as her hands beat at the water, floundering. 

Her face just barely popped up again, and she gave a desperate, “Jamie! I can’t swim,” before she disappeared under. 

Jamie’s blood ran ice cold. He had frozen just for a moment, but as soon as his brain came snapping back, he was diving into the water after her. 

He swam out to her, his limbs numb with fear making it terribly difficult to move quickly, and she surfaced again to cry out his name. 

Within seconds, he’d reached her. He grabbed for her, avoiding her frantic paddling, and hauled her body toward him, lifting her head out of the water. 

He heard her gasp for air, and his heart clenched with guilt so acute he was nearly blind with it, but then he seemed to lose all his senses altogether. One second, he was saving her from drowning, and then next, there were hands on his head and he was the one underwater. 

Disoriented, he pushed himself back to the surface. He took in a huge breath when he was safely in the air again, and he blinked the water from his eyes…

Just to be greeted with the sight of Claire a few feet away, treading water expertly and grinning ear to ear. 

“You can swim,” Jamie growled. His heart was still racing with the whiplash her prank had caused him, and he was nearly ready to drown her himself for worrying him like that. 

“Of course I can,” Claire giggled, “but it was awfully nice of you to jump in to save me.” 

“You wee devil, ye nearly stopped my heart,” he glared at her. 

“And you nearly stop my heart with the loving you,” her voice dropped to a soft, silky tone, and despite Jamie’s best intentions, he found his frustrations at her abating. 

She started to swim toward him, sensing his weakness, and went in for the kill. “Forgive me?” she asked with big eyes and wet lashes. 

“Aye, come ‘ere, then.” 

This time, his armful of faerie was very capable of staying afloat, and apparently kissing him breathless at the same time. Her fingers carded through his wet curls, tugging softly and making him forget any notion he had of seeking revenge. Jamie wrapped an arm around her back, and with the other arm, he started to tow her back toward a shallower spot. Once his feet could touch again, he stood, allowing Claire to wrap her legs around his waist. She never once broke the kiss, and Jamie was duly impressed. 

He let himself lose all track of time, his worries and pressures of reality fading away at the feeling of her lips and her body and the gentle waves that lapped over them both. Nothing mattered but the lass in his arms and the present moment. Jamie was nearly giddy with it. 

They swam for some time after, taking breaks between dives and floats to return to each other’s arms, always their lips seeking out the other, and wandering hands beneath the water reaching their marks. 

“Are ye sure ye’re a fairy and no’ a water nymph?” Jamie chuckled as he struggled to catch up with Claire as she smoothly cut through the lake. 

“I’m sure,” she laughed. The water streamed from her hair and dripped down her face like a caress, making Jamie still question the truth of her words. 

It took him a second to process the implications of her response, but when he did, he stopped dead. 

“Wait. Are you telling me there actually are such things as water nymphs?” 

“Of course,” she replied, taking on that matter-of-fact tone that was so endearing to Jamie. 

He grinned, his mind trying to process this new fact, and he shook his head in disbelief. “I dinna think I’ll ever catch up on what is myth and what is reality.” 

“That’s okay,” Claire breathed, swimming back toward Jamie until she was just beside him, “that’s why you have me to sort you out.” 

She reached out and gave him a quick press of lips, as if she was trying to regain his attention and fascination. Clearly he only had room for one type of supernatural creature in his life. 

“Come on, let’s go back to shore,” she breathed. 

***

They laid side by side on the grass, their fingers entwined between them. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with oranges and pinks. The air seemed somehow still, calm, as if the world itself was pausing to breathe. It couldn’t have been more perfect if Jamie had planned it himself. 

They were quiet, content to just watch the sunset and allow their clothes to dry. 

For so long in their relationship, Jamie had felt like if he stopped holding onto Claire for even a second, she would slip through his fingers. Even since she’d gotten back, he couldn’t help but fear something shaking the joy of their reunion. But now… now there was none of that. There was a peace and security that wrapped around them like a blanket. Something akin to… normalcy. 

No looming rejection. No fear of loss. 

Only two souls that were meant to be, watching the sunset at the end of their incredibly normal first date. 

“I love you,” he said as he tilted his face to the side so that he could see her. 

She did the same, her cheek resting on the grass. 

“I love you.” 

Jamie let his thumb brush over the back of her hand, his heart full to aching. 

“I think sometimes…” Jamie started, the words coming before he’d even fully thought them in his mind, “about what life would have been if I hadn’t found you on that hill that day.” 

She didn’t speak, but the way her eyes grew soft and focused made it clear that she was listening. 

“I was so lost,” he whispered, “so alone. I needed you more than you needed me, I think. I— I can’t imagine how hollow everything would be if I hadn’t known the joy of loving you.” 

“Jamie,” she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze, “we don’t have to imagine. Because we’re here now.” 

“You’re right. I just… think about it sometimes. It feels like a lifetime ago.” 

“I know.” She propped herself up on her elbow to lean over him, bringing up a hand to tenderly stroke his hair away from his face. “But you don’t have to think about such things. Just be here… with me.” 

She leaned down, barely letting her lips touch his before pulling away again. 

“It’s okay, Jamie,” she said, smiling with a depth of emotion behind her eyes. She must have sensed something from him when she touched him, because she was suddenly speaking exactly to his heart and his fears. “Let yourself rest in the good,” she said quietly, “and don’t waste your time waiting for the ground to crumble beneath your feet. We’re here, I’m here. Everything is alright.” 

“And I couldna be more grateful,” he said, pulling her head down for another kiss. 

They stayed there long after sunset, letting the sky turn from streaks of color into inky black flecked with stars. 

And Jamie did exactly as Claire said. He let himself be. And he rested in the good. 

***

Next

[inthehytes]

Would u ever write Gia making Synthia feel better when Kendall is gone? Would they try to braid her hair but it just ends in disaster? Im so soft for them

They get the hang of it eventually but this is from the very first time it happens!!

—-

“Are you alright honey? You don’t sound like yourself tonight.” Synthia sighed sadly at Kendall’s question, the eldest’s voice coming from her phone speaker making her miss Kendall all the more.

“Bad day.” Is all she says at first, trying to gather a coherent thought through the fog in her brain. “I’m so tired but I can’t turn it off.”

Synthia had felt ten pounds heavier the moment she’d woken up that morning, the leaden weight settling in a knot in her chest as she rose from the bed. It had remained there taunting and torturing the blonde until she’d called it quits early at work and made her way to the apartment she’d all but moved into already in hopes that Kendall would be there. Only the minute she’d gotten upstairs she was cruelly reminded by Kendall’s lack of shoes by the door that she had gone out of the city to visit friends from her childhood.

“Where’s Gi at?” Kendall’s gentle question prodded Synthia from her thoughts and back into reality. Her eyes swept the room making sure they hadn’t snuck in on her before she replied.

“They’re working on stuff in your studies. I didn’t want to bother them about it.” She admitted, embarrassment flooding her veins at the thought of being too shy and anxious to ask her other partner for help.

Kendall had always made everything easy for her, had never asked her to outright say the things that were too difficult, always being able to interpret her needs from a simple glance at her face. Gia required a bit more direct of an approach, preferring simple words and intentions. A part of Synthia had always been a little intimidated by how strong and steadfast Gia always was.

“Why don’t you ask them to help you? I’m not sure how their braiding skills are but I’m sure they can figure it out.” Kendall’s suggestion was less of a suggestion and more of a request which is how Synthia found herself slinking down the hall with sock clad feet, working the nerve up in her sluggish mind to ask.

She found Gia bent over their desk though they looked like productivity was long behind them, especially when Synthia got closer and noticed them doodling on the edge of a document. They looked up the moment she came into view, a warm smile stretching across their lips at the sight of her bundled in one of Kendall’s sweatshirts.

“Hi angel, I thought you’d already gone to bed.” They open their arms and draw her down into their lap, long legs hanging over an arm of the chair as she braced herself against the other.

“Can’t,” she whispered, suddenly finding the fraying decal on Gia’s own sweatshirt more interesting. “Would you, I mean if you aren’t too busy maybe would you want to braid my hair? I just can’t turn it all off and Kendall usually does it for me but she’s not here and suggested asking you. But if you’re too busy-“

“Easy angel, save some words for the rest of the world.” Gia teases, kissing her temple and drawing her closer. “I’d love to do that for you. You’ll have to show me how Kendall sets you up but I’m sure I can manage from there.”

Which is how Synthia found herself perching on the edge of the bed as she watched Gia paw through Kendall’s vanity for a few elastics and a comb with teeth wide enough to not snag her curls. They stepped in front of her once they found it, dropping their items on the bed in favor of tipping her chin up to look them in the eye.

“I know I’m not the best with all the emotional stuff like Ken is, but I want you to know I’ll never be too busy for you. If you need me or want me for anything you will always have my undivided attention okay?”

“Okay,” Synthia agrees with a little nod, letting Gia lean down and soothe a few kisses over her cheeks and nose, ending with one on her hairline as they held her close.

The process was slow and sometimes (most of the time) painful but Synthia eventually found herself propped up in the bed between Gia’s legs as they carefully plaited her hair. They’d given her their phone once she explained how hers made her feel obligated to keep working and only drove her stress and anxiety more. She was tapping away happily at the screen, playing a little dragon game she’d found on the App Store and downloaded immediately.

“I’m not too sure I’m doing this right pet, it isn’t going to look as good as it does with Kendall.” Gia warned after their third failed attempt at wrangling her curls into place. “How does hair even do this?”

“It’s okay Gi, it’s a lot when it’s all dry. Kendall usually sprays it down first to make it easier.” Synthia hummed back, her short acrylics tap tap tapping away at her new pet dragon.

“And you chose now to tell me that?” Gia groaned dramatically, dropping the handful of hair they had to poke her in the sides.

“Hey! It’s not my fault! Kenny just knows this stuff.” She giggled, batting Gia’s hand away from her side with a little pout.

“Kendall also had three little sisters to practice on brat.” Gia squeezed her into a tight hug, hooking their chin over her shoulder to watch her play for a little while.

By the time she was yawning and blinking drowsily at the screen Gia had all but mastered French braiding, two slightly messy but neat enough braids kept Synthia’s hair from her face. Gia gently slid their phone from her grip, shushing her whiny protest and nudged her to lay back against the pillows.

“You can play more tomorrow promise, just try to get some rest angel. I’ll stay with you the whole time.” They promise snagging a book and stretching out next to her.

“Thank you for helping me tonight Gia, I love you.” It was still early enough to make Synthia’s stomach flutter when she said it but the smile on Gia’s face was always worth it.

“I love you too angel, I’m always here for you when you need me.” Gia opened their arms and let Synthia curl up against their chest, humming happily. She sat up long enough to kiss their cheek and lips before she truly settled in for the night.

[hikarus-shida]

KENNY OMEGA: “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” & “You got a cute butt”.

drabble prompts #100 & #99 for @bec0m (hope you enjoy!)

warnings: none

tag list: @cutierocker202, @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

more kenny content incoming because of these prompts!!! i love it.

*i do not own this gif!*

You stood in the kitchen with your back against the counter as you messed with your phone, looking for a song to play from your spotify playlist. The distant sound of the shower and Kenny’s light singing in the background filling your ears.

You found the perfect song just as the water cut out, letting you know that his shower was over. “Ken! Come out and dance with me when you’re done,” You yelled out to him, setting down your phone and beginning to dance on your own without a care in the world.

The bathroom door opened and in the door way was Kenny with a towel around his waist, the water still glistening on his chest. “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” He said, clutching his towel and ensuring it was tied around him perfectly.

“Oh who cares, Kenny? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” You laughed, walking over to him and grabbed his hands, twirling yourself around. “Just dance, it’ll be fine!”

Kenny sighed and gave in. You let go of his hands and gave him space, so he could dance. He acted playful at first, acting as if the beat was hitting him before fully getting into it and dancing crazily.

You laughed at him, clapping your hands and beginning to hype him up. The dancing must’ve made him forget that he had a towel on because he was right, the towel did fall off and he didn’t even notice.. or hear your gasp.

He finally noticed when he felt the breeze and and quickly bent over to pick up his towel, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “I told you that was gonna happen,” He said meekly.

You ignored him and looked at his behind. “At least you got a cute butt, Ken. Don’t be embarrassed!”

He rolled his eyes and waved your statement off, walking out of the kitchen with the towel wrapped around his waist again.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

En Tennyson Anything

Pairing: Pre-Established; Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.5k words

Summary: Ever wonder how Ben Tennyson’s kid got it’s name?

A/N: Did anyone ask for it? No. Should this have remained in my head? Yes. Should I have not wasted my time when I’m supposed to be studying for my mock chemistry Final? Probably. Did I do it anyway? Absolutely. Is anyone’s opinion going to change my mind? Absolutely NOT.

“No! Forget about it! I refuse to name our child En Anything!” You said firmly, walking away from your husband to the living room. Just like you knew he would but wished he wouldn’t, he followed you, all while whining pitifully.

“Babe, please! Ren or Jen Tennyson? How adorable is that?”

“Look, you already named our dog Sphen Tennyson, that’s all you get!”

“Are you comparing our child to a dog right now?”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, pointing to the TV remote. It was second nature for him to grab the remote for you and you proceeded to ignore him in favour of your favourite series.

“Babe, come on, Kevin got to name his son Devlin!”

“That’s only cuz Gwen bet that it was going to be a girl! I on the other hand am refusing to name our child, boy or girl, En Tennyson!”

“It’s a family tradition babe!”

“No way! That name brings enough trouble as it is!”

“And yet you took it!”

“Because if I hadn’t your mother would’ve killed me. But I asked her and she said it was totally my decision to name our child whatever. And I choose anything other than En Anything.”

He threw himself on the couch with a huff, leaning against your belly and placing a hand on it, “Your mom is mean.”

You flicked his ear, “Don’t say that to our child!”

He chuckled, pressing a few kisses to your bump, “You want to be named Ren or Jen, right? Kick if you agree.”

You waited a couple of seconds in silence and when you felt nothing you couldn’t help but laugh at the betrayed look on Ben’s face. Usually whenever Ben talked to the baby, it was all too happy to kick around in response.

But it seemed like even the baby hated the name.

“Traitor.”

***

“I really wish I didn’t have to go.” Ben murmured, pulling you into his arms. You sighed, relishing in his warmth and leaning against his frame. A hand came to cradle your head as he tilted your face towards his and captured your lips in a kiss.

“It’s okay, the universe needs you.”

“Yeah, but you need me more than them.” He mumbled, kissing you again and you chuckled, “I’m sure I can survive a few days.”

“But you’re near your due date.”

You knew he was anxious to leave you alone so close to your due date. The grip he had on your hands was an indication to just how hard this was for him. He was worried about leaving the two of you home alone.

“It’s going to be okay, love. Besides, it’s not like I’m alone, I have your parents and Grandpa Max to look after me.”

“And my brother promised to check in on her a couple of times too.” Gwen spoke up from behind you and you nodded.

“Call me when you’re done.” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He peppered kisses along your shoulder as a goodbye.

“Call me if anything happens, okay?” He asked and you nodded, smiling when he bent down to say goodbye to your child.

“Don’t trouble your mom too much, okay? And don’t be born until I get back. Okay?” He asked and just like you knew it would, the baby kicked hearing Ben’s voice and the two of you laughed.

“We’ll be just fine.” You reassured, kissing him one final time before sending him off with a smile, “Be safe, I love you.”

***

It wasn’t long after Ben left when it started to snow heavily. The roads were quickly covered with sleet and snow decorated the window. So, you curled up with a warm hot chocolate, bundled up in Ben’s jacket by the window and had the radio playing.

Retro, but it was just what you needed to stop worrying about Ben.

You were nearly done with your cup when you heard the doorbell ring and wondered if you absolutely had to get up. Your feet were already kind of sore and you didn’t feel like moving. The doorbell rang again and you groaned, shuffling off the bed and grumbled all the way to the doorway.

When you opened it, Gwen’s brother was standing there with a small smile and a box of donuts.

“Hey, I got you those donuts you like.”

You have him a smile, inviting him inside, “Thank you, Ken. You really didn’t have to.”

“I promised Gwen and Ben that I would look after you.”

“Well, it looks like you’re stuck here,” You said, looking out the window and noticing how the police where shutting them down for everyone’s safety, “The roads are closed.”

He looked at the scene over your shoulder and released a breath, “I’m kind of relieved. I just parallel parked the car between 2 giant vans and I really didn’t want to have to bring it out of there.”

You giggled, “Lucky you then.”

The two of you didn’t waste any time, opening the box of donuts and digging in.

“So, any names for the newest Tennyson?” Ken asked, finishing his Jelly-filled one as you bit into the one with chocolate sprinkles.

“Well, Ben wants to name it either Ren or Jen but I hate the idea.”

Ken laughed, “What about you?”

“Well, I wanted to name it Max if he was boy,” You started, a hand unconsciously coming to rub your belly when you felt your baby move slightly. Almost as if he knew you were talking about it, “But Grandpa Max thinks that we shouldn’t.”

“Why not? I mean, I’d be pretty honoured if someone wanted to name their child after me.”

“Right? But Max thinks that his name would bring about bad luck. As if the last name isn’t bad luck enough.” You sighed and grabbed the last donut just as Ken was reaching for it. He raised a judgmental brow and you scoffed.

“I’m pregnant, what’s your excuse?”

***

Ken stayed the rest of the night, sleeping in one of the guest rooms and when the two of you woke up, you realized that it had snowed the whole night. The roads were covered in snow that was feet deep and you watched from the top of Tennyson Tower as a team of pyronites tried to clear them away.

It seemed in vain however, because it looked like the drainage system was frozen over and it would be difficult to get all the snow out without causing a flood.

You found yourself missing your husband more than you expected. With the snow and the cold, you wanted someone to cuddle up to. Someone to hold.

The baby had definitely noticed Ben’s absence. You couldn’t really tell how but something in your soul told you that it missed its father. Just as you did.

But the baby didn’t know that Ben was off world for a mission and light years away from the two of you. The baby had no idea that kicking and being fussy wouldn’t get him here faster even though it showed you just how uncomfortable it was.

Maybe that’s why it decided to come out and check for itself.

You weren’t sure what you felt at first. It was just a little discomfort for you but the spell quickly passed without much notice.

The second contraction made sure to let you know that it was there.

You held onto Ken’s arm in surprise and he took his eyes off the screen to look at you. You were staring blankly at the screen and he shifted in his seat to grab your hand.

“Everything okay?”

“I think I just had a contraction.” You whispered, feeling slightly panicked. A lot of emotions were rushing through your head; how you didn’t want to do this without Ben, how you didn’t want to do this, how you couldn’t do this with the roads blocked, and wondering whether this was actually labour.

“What? Oh, shit, okay, just relax. Has your water broken?” Ken was surprisingly calm even though you just told him you might be having your baby. He merely patted your hand reassuringly and grabbed his phone.

“I—I don’t think so.”

“Okay then we got some time, just relax.”

You knew all this. You went to the classes. You read the books. But as soon as you felt the first contraction, your mind went blank. All you did was nod as Ken dialled in your mother-in-law’s number and told her what was going on.

“How are we gonna get to the hospital?” You whispered, feeling panic rise and Ken brought you in for a comforting hug, “Don’t worry about it, we got some time. I’ll call Grandpa Max and ask him if he can dispatch a couple of hover cars or at least get some Heatblast’s to clear the road. Everything will be just fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, worst comes to worst, we’ll have to get a doctor up here. It’ll be okay. Just watch some TV for now.”

“How do you know so much about this? You seem oddly calm.”

Ken blushed, “I read up on it a lot when Gwen was pregnant to make sure that if I was with her when it happened then I wouldn’t be floundering.”

You gave him a smile, “That’s sweet.”

***

“Okay, just breathe. Breathe. You’re doing great!” Ken whispered, letting you grip his hands as he talked you through another contraction. After he called up Grandpa Max, it didn’t take long before they managed to bring you to the hospital. Your water broke soon after that and the contractions got more painful.

“Where’s Ben!” You cried out, clenching your teeth. Ken began wiping your tears and sweat away.

“We haven’t been able to reach him yet, he’s still in battle. He’ll get the message soon enough and come home, (Y/N), don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t have this baby without him, Ken. I can’t. Can you tell the doctors to keep it in?” You sobbed and he chuckled lightly, pecking your temple, “We can’t keep it in, honey, but Aunt Sandra and Uncle Carl are on their way. So is Grandpa Max.”

“Why is this taking so long!!” You whimpered. Ken was carefully wiping away all your tears, “I thought the miracle of birth was supposed to be beautiful! Why is it so slow and so painful!”

He laughed and you sent him a glare but he knew it was harmless, “Well that’s the human race for you.”

“What a bunch of bastards.”

***

“I’m here! I’m here!” Ben shouted, bolting through the hallways, running into multiple people until he finally made it outside your delivery room. He was running too fast and ended up crashing into his father’s arms, panting heavily.

“Can I go in?” He asked, unsure if he was allowed and hesitated even when his parents nodded. His son or daughter was being born. Now. The love of his life was giving birth in the other room. All of it felt too real. Too domestic. Too normal.

He’d been through so much till now, never getting anything in return. He’d saved planets and risked his life over and over again, always coming near death and he never asked for anything in return.

Now it finally felt like he was getting something back.

His heart honestly couldn’t handle it.

So, he hesitated, he was scared he’d get robbed of something again. That he’d once again have to give up something in his life.

Kevin placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly and he nodded before giving him a slight nudge towards the door. When Ben stepped in, he immediately rushed to your side, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“I’m here. I’m here. I love you. I’m here.” You spared him a smile and he brought a hand up to wipe away some tears. You were breathing hard, a hand wrapped around his arm and the other was still clasped between both of Ken’s.

It was only then Ben noticed that his cousin was also in the room.

“Hey, man.”

“Sup.”

“WHY DON’T I LAY DOWN SOME TEA AND CRACKERS SO YOU CAN CATCH UP WHILE I TRY AND GIVE BIRTH!”

Even the doctor couldn’t help but laugh as your nails dug into their skin and you cried out, back hitting the bed in relief as your baby was born. An innocent cry filled the room and you couldn’t help the tears of joy that began streaming down your cheeks.

That was your baby.

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Tennyson, it’s a boy.”

Ben let out a teary laugh, kissing you briefly and squeezing your hand reassuringly as you leaned against him, exhausted. He was finally here; his baby boy was finally here.

The doctors cleaned him up a little before handing the baby to you, initiating skin-to-skin. You felt fresh tears looking at his precious face. That was your baby.

Ben’s hand came to support your son, his other arm wrapping around your figure as he brought you into a hug. A family hug.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

“Do we have a name yet?” Gwen asked from beside you, looking over the newest addition to the family. Your son was comfortable, even though people kept passing him around like a hot potato. It’s what happens when there are so many people in your family.

“No, not yet.” Ben told and you were almost impressed. A part of you was completely expecting him to hijack the name and outright tell everyone that you were naming your son Ren Tennyson.

“Actually,” You spoke up, bringing everyone’s attention to you just as Sandra handed her grandson back to you. You fondly looked at your baby boy before looking up at your husband with a shy smile, “I was thinking Kenny.”

A bright smile grew on his face, “Really? I thought you said you didn’t want an En Tennyson.”

“I didn’t, but I want our baby to be named after someone special,” You spoke, turning your head to meet the gaze of Ken, who had been standing behind everyone for the time being. You sent him a meaningful look, “I couldn’t have done it without you today. Thank you, for everything.”

He blushed, “I didn’t really.”

You didn’t bother arguing with him, knowing it was just his humility that held him back from accepting your gratitude. Instead, you turned back to the baby in your arms, leaning your head against Ben’s shoulder, “Your name is Kenny Tennyson, baby.”

The room erupted into cheers and you grinned, looking up to see your family around you.

Perhaps a family name wasn’t a bad idea.

It meant your child would be named after the people you love.

Forever Taglist: @simonsbluee​

[scapegrace74-blog]

New Ways of Turning into Stone, Chapter 5

A/N  Sorry for the long break between chapters.  As some of you might have seen from my Tumblr blog, I’ve been off on vacation these past two weeks.  Plus, when I felt the urge to write, it was my new Vaquero AU that kept calling to me (21,000 words and counting!), rather than this fic.  Which is probably a good argument for why I don’t like to post WIPs.  In any event, here is the next chapter some of you have been asking for, entitled Third Appointment.  Be careful what you wish for.  Angst ahead, plus a trigger warning for infertility trauma, miscarriage.

The first four chapters are available on my AO3 page.

The Thursday after her impromptu encounter with Jamie and his niece at the Royal Hospital for Children, Claire woke with a strange twisting pain in her gut.  Skipping breakfast, she was halfway to her office before she diagnosed herself with an acute case of nerves, the kind that sprouted between her lungs and ribcage like a vestigial organ whose sole purpose was to unsettle her.

She wasn’t in the habit of meeting patients outside of the clinical confines of her practice, but it was more than that.  Jamie had caught her in a moment of weakness, with both her personal and professional armour missing.  What he might have seen and how he could have interpreted it had occupied her thoughts ever since.

Eating lunch was out of the question.  By the time two o’clock approached, her insides were a buzzing hornets’ nest of anxiety, her palms clammy with sweat.  A half-empty bottle of Xanax called to her from the bottom of her purse.  Before she could weigh the implications of taking one at work on an empty stomach, Jamie’s familiar knock intervened.

She could tell as soon as he entered that Maggie hadn’t needed a transfusion that week.  His russet curls shone like garnets in the midday sun and his uncanny eyes glittered like sapphires.  Still, he avoided looking directly her way as he settled into his usual chair, and she wondered if the overlap of their personal and professional lives had left him feeling unnerved as well.

“No wheat grass smoothie,” he commented, his gaze running over her desk.

“No, I didn’t have time for lunch today.”  It was a blatant falsehood, since she’d spent her lunch hour picking her cuticles until they bled, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Ye should eat more, Sassen..., Doctor Beauchamp.  Ye canna help anyone else if ye’re no’ properly nourished.”  She caught the slip, and for some reason it angered her.

“Is this your attempt to negotiate a reduction in your fees, Jamie?  Dietary advice in return for counselling?  Because if so, I’m afraid I don’t bill on the barter system,” she snapped, despising her churlish tone.

Jamie’s eyes narrowed, then dimmed.  Message received, he sat up straighter in the armchair and crossed a foot over his knee, assuming a position of poised and detached calm that had no doubt served him well during business negotiations.  She regrouped by pretending to glance at her journal for the notes from their previous session, although the space next to his name was accusingly blank.

Boundaries thus defined, the session went surprising well.  Jamie spoke of his relief that Maggie’s latest round of chemotherapy was over, allowing her to return home and to some semblance of a regular life for a child of six.  Claire coaxed him gently towards the topic of his overwhelming guilt for abandoning his family when he was most needed.  Jamie processed pain through the recounting of stories, coming to terms with his self-decreed transgression by weaving together the tale of those he loved and pointing to the holes his absence had caused.

As his resonant voice spun its web of words, Claire became aware of an underlying hum.  At first it was subtle, like the mumble of traffic from a far-off motorway.  But as their hour together ticked by, it grew in strength until she could no longer ignore the buzz that pressed against her from all directions.

“... saw that it was really Jenny and Ian who I was... Claire?  Doctor Beauchamp, are ye well?”  Jamie was watching her with concern, and she realized she’d been shaking her head, trying to dislodge the omnipresent hum.

“Yes, I’m... yes.  Sorry.  Just a funny noise that’s...  Please, continue.”  When Jamie didn’t immediately pick up the thread of his narrative, she tried again.  “You were saying something about Jenny and Ian?”

Instead of continuing his previous thought, Jamie picked that moment to broach the topic she’d desperately hoped he would avoid.

“I hope ye’re no’ upset about the other day, at the hospital.  I didna mean tae impose or tae... o’erstep the bounds of our relationship.  No’ that we have a relationship, mind,” he hastened to add.  “Only a professional one.  But when I saw ye, I couldna resist introducing ye tae wee Maggie.  I hadna told ye about her yet, and I thought...”

“Jamie, it’s fine,” she cut in, halting his rambling explanation.  “She’s a lovely girl.  They all are.  It’s only that, I’m sort of...”

“Ye’re verra good with them.  Children, that is.  Ye’ll make a fine mother one day.”

All the oxygen left the room at once.  Her heart beat so hard there was a bruised feeling behind her sternum.   Launching to her feet, Claire stumbled blindly away from her desk.  She wanted to run, to scream, but her vision was a narrow chasm and a now-deafening throb filled her ears.  She only made it a few steps before her knees buckled and the carpet floated upwards to meet her.

“Ifrinn!”  Jamie leapt to her side, catching her by the shoulders before her head could hit the floor.  He lowered them both carefully to the ground, resting her body against his lap.  “Sassenach?  Claire?  Can ye hear me?  Do I need tae call an ambulance?”  The words reached her from very far away, but the threat of medical intervention acted like a dose of smelling salts.

“No,” she groaned, the room spinning around her like a kaleidoscope.  “No hospital.  I just... need to eat,” she grasped at the most innocuous explanation for her current state.

Without dislodging her, Jamie stretched his long arm and brought back the small basket of miniature muffins that were the day’s offering from Geillis.  With surprising dexterity, he peeled away the paper one-handed and broke apart a bite-sized morsel, holding it gently against her lips.  Realizing that her dignity couldn’t get any more battered, Claire opened her mouth and allowed Jamie to feed her.  After only a few bites, the buzzing disappeared and she was able to sit up on her own.

“Thank you,” she murmured, afraid to look into his eyes for fear of the pity she knew she’d see there.  “You were right. I  should have eaten lunch, I guess.”

“Claire.”  Jamie made a prose poem of the single syllable of her name.  She looked up at him through her lashes, stunned to find him looking back, not with pity, but with something akin to adoration.  “Mo nighean donn,” he ran a tender hand through her loosened curls.  “Ye need tae care more for yerself.”

“I will.  I’ll try.”  And when she said it to him, she really meant it.  Jamie made the impossible seem probable.

They stared at one another, shoulder to shoulder on the floor of her office.  She couldn’t think of anything else to say, but nor did she move.  Her gaze flitted over his face, noticing a vestige of boyish freckles across the bridge of his nose, a mole hidden in the harvest stubble on his cheek.  Jamie was performing a parallel inventory, eyes finally coming to rest at the level of her mouth.

“Ye’ve got a wee crumb, jus’ there.”  Unconscious, her tongue swept out, triggering a predatory response, twin blue laser beams narrowing on the target she had just painted on her lower lip.

“I... I’d verra much like tae kiss ye, Claire.  May I?”

An amputated moan was all she could manage in response, but Jamie must have understood its meaning.  He bent his head until only a whisper separated them.  The air crackled, sending that extra organ plummeting towards her hollow womb.  Clenching her eyes shut in defeat, she closed the infinitesimal gap until they met in an effervescent caress of lip and tongue.

Cold washed over her skin, bathing her in gooseflesh.  Jamie tasted like he looked; a banquet of fresh, volatile flavours that called to mind a picnic in a meadow, a spray of sea foam, the warmth of hearth and home.  She could feel him trembling against her, his moist breath rushing against her cheek in shallow pants.  For a score of heartbeats, Claire was the happiest she had ever been.  Then, reality crashed down around her.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered, pulling away.  “I... this can’t... I’m sorry.”

Jamie leaned back with a mixture of longing and resignation.  She hated adding herself to his list of regrets, but it was for the best.

“I’m your doctor, Jamie.  This isn’t right.”

“Aye, I ken.  I should apologize, but I canna seem tae find it in me tae repent.”

Jamie stood, reaching down to help Claire up as well.  As soon as it was apparent she was able to stand on her own, he dropped her hand as though it burned.  The line between his brows deepened, and she could see the question forming before he gave it voice.

“What if ye werena my doctor?  Would it be right then?”

“That’s neither here nor there, because I am, Jamie.  A relationship between patient and doctor of a romantic nature is ethically off-limits.”

Jamie nodded, apparently accepting her explanation at face value. Her heartbeat calmed.  He moved slowly, gathering his coat and starting to leave.  

“But what if ye weren’t?” he said, facing the door.  “If we’d met at the hospital, or out on the town?”

“I...” she stammered, searching desperately for any answer except for the truth.  “No, Jamie,” she said at last, watching as she destroyed his last bastion of hope.  “I’m sorry.  I just don’t feel that way about you.”

Nodding abruptly, Jamie let himself out of the office.  She listened to his low murmuring voice through the door as he spoke to Geillis, heard him make an appointment for the following week, then the loud snap of the main door closing.  Only then did she allow herself to collapse once more to the floor, angry sobs overtaking her.

***

“Are ye out of yer fuckin’ mind?” Geillis inquired with her usual brutal eloquence.

With the help of a Xanax, Claire had managed to see her last two patients of the day, and only needed to navigate the shoals of her office manager’s ire before she could go home and fully medicate herself into a dreamless sleep.

“Jes so we’re clear, ye want me tae write a letter terminating your services as a doctor an’ suggesting suitable alternative providers?  An’ ye want me tae send this letter, over email, tae Jamie Fraser?”

“That’s right.”  She had determined that icy calm was the best antidote to this conversation, which was fortuitous, since she felt numb all over.

“An’ what reason am I tae give fer this abrupt conclusion tae yer association wi’ Mr. Fraser?”

“I don’t owe him an explanation.  Only sufficient notice and an opportunity to seek counselling elsewhere,” she said, feigning reasonableness.

Pushed past her limits, Geillis rose from behind her desk, a tiny tempest of moral indignation.

“Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, ye are a good friend, a fine doctor an’ a fair employer.  But I swear by the Almighty that if ye dinna drop the façade and tell me wha’ is going on I am going tae smack ye until yer ears ring!”

There was a certain relief in knowing that Geillis wouldn’t take no for an answer.  And unlike Jamie, she knew where Claire lived and would not let her rest until the truth came out.

“He kissed me.  Or rather, I kissed him.  And I liked it!  That’s why, Geillis.”

Her friend’s shoulders sagged, all righteousness gone in an instant.  She reached around Claire’s frame and held her in a bone-crushing one-sided hug.

“Och, hen.  An’ ye figured ye could deal wi’ those pesky feelings by jes, what? firing him as yer patient?”  

“I can’t deal with this right now, Geillis.  I can’t feel the way he makes me feel.  And this practice is all that I have left.  There’s no way I can risk losing it just for an affair that won’t even last the summer.”

She didn’t need to elaborate on her reasons for that dire prediction.  Geillis knew them as well as anyone.

“He’s an intelligent man, Claire. He’s gonna ken something is up.  Moreover, he’s a good man.  He deserves tae hear the truth.”

Shaking her head sadly, Claire walked towards the door.  Just before exiting, she called back softly to her friend.

“Geillis?  Make sure to include Dr. Rafferty’s name on the list of referrals.  I think they’d be a good match.

***

Monday morning dawned with little promise for the fledgling week.  Moving robotically through her weekend routine, Claire thought frequently of chickens.  How their bodies kept moving once their heads were lopped off, nerves and muscle and bone continuing to function for a time despite the fatal blow.

The elevator chimed its arrival on her floor.  As the doors slide open, Jamie was the first thing she saw.  He loomed by her still-locked office, a sun-topped thundercloud gripping a sheet of printer paper.

She’d worn her best black suit and a pair of chunky heels that brought her closer to his height.  Perhaps, on some subconscious level, she’d anticipated this confrontation.  Perversely, she relished it.  Vitriol and deceit didn’t suit her, but it was preferable to feeling absolutely nothing.

“Do ye mind tellin’ me,” Jamie began before she’d even set foot in the hallway, “jus’ what this is about, Claire?” He brandished the paper like a wanted poster.

“I would think it was self-explanatory, actually.  I’m terminating our professional relationship,” she huffed, golden eyes coming to life for the first time since Thursday.

“Via email.  Sent tae me by Miss Duncan, because ye dinna have the guts tae do it yerself.  Christ, Sassenach, even my ninth grade sweetheart didna dump me so cruelly!”

“I’m not your sweetheart!” she burst out, a flood of emotion cresting with her rising anger.  “Don’t call me that!  I was your doctor, Jamie, and now I’m nothing to you.  Nothing.  Just go.  Please.  Just go,” she finished weakly and without any hope that he’d listen.

“All this jus’ because I kissed you?” Jamie persevered.  At her stubborn silence, he continued, “Nah, I dinna think so.  Ye’re many things, Claire, but a coward isna one of them.”

She found this hysterically funny, since a coward was the only role she played to perfection.  She didn’t have time to laugh, however, because Jamie was suddenly standing much closer, forcing her to lift her chin to meet his stormy eyes.

“Nah,” he continued smoothly, a big cat alerted to the smell of its prey.  “If ye’d objected tae the kiss, ye would have told me so.  Read me the riot act or kneed me in the bawls.  I think ye’re scared, Doctor Beauchamp.  I think that kiss terrified ye, because ye realized ye liked it.  Somethin’ ye couldna  plan for in yer wee journal, right there under yer nose.  Bet it made yer heart beat so fast. So fast, jus’ like it is now.”

Jamie’s hand rested gently over the placket of her suit jacket, where he could surely feel the trip hammering of her pulse.

“Please,” she begged.  “Don’t.  I can’t...”

“Can’t what, Sassenach?” he whispered back, goading her.

The truth hung on her lips, and the toll of the past few days meant that she no longer had the strength to stop it from spilling forth.

“Can’t have children.  Ever.  I tried, for years.  Fourteen miscarriages, fourteen lost chances.  And seeing you with those children last week.  I know it’s presumptive, but I could never deny you that chance, Jamie.  That’s why I can’t see you anymore.”

She was looking down, watching the buttons of his shirt rise and fall with his agitated breath, but as she finished speaking, their movement ceased.  Chancing a glance upward, she was stunned by the fury that had overtaken his expression. 

Jamie opened and closed his mouth several times before he managed to speak in a gritty growl.

“Mutation of the RUNX1 gene tha’ causes leukemia.  I was tested, along wi’ Jenny an’ Ian, after Maggie was diagnosed.  I have a fifty percent chance of passing it along tae my children.  An’ since I canna stand the thought of ano’er bairn havin’ tae suffer as Maggie has, as soon as I got the test results, I went out an’ had a vasectomy.”

Claire recoiled as though she’d been slapped, a high pitched whine in her ears.

“Ye’re no’ the only one who’s hurting, Claire!” Jamie continued, voice dashing against the rocks of her name.  “We’re no’ meant tae suffer alone.  Ye, of all people, should ken that.”

Stunned in the silence following the thunderclap of his revelation, she couldn’t find the words to express her sorrow, her outrage, and her crippling shame.  By the time the power of speech returned, Jamie was gone. 

[kiefbowl]

Do you have any book recommendations?

sure :)

House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende - a favorite of mine, I re-read probably once every 3 years since HS at this point. Isabel Allende is the niece of Salvador Allende, the democratically elected socialist leader of Chile that was removed from office by a US backed coup. A piece of Chilean/American history not oft taught to American students. Isabel wrote this novel about an aristocratic family leading up to the coup. It does detail sexual assault and rape, but the story is focused on multiple generations of women.

The Second Shift by Arlie Russell Hochschild - A book I had to read in college for a sociology class that was called "Psychology and Marriage" or something to that nature. That class and this book specifically were instrumental in leading me towards radical feminism (despite neither being about it). Sociology books on gender are a great way to put your feminist framework to work, and should not be overlooked as important texts to feminism. This book is an engaging read about the labor of housework, written in chapters detailing the lives of specific families.

Call the Midwife by Jennifer Worth - I just finished this so it's on my mind, very quick read and engaging read. The tv show is based on this memoir, and on her following two memoirs as well which I have yet to read. There is a spiritual/religious bent to it that might be off putting, and Jenny does write at times in some strikingly sexist and tone-deft language that is shocking to find considering the subject matter, but it's no more so than what you would find from an average woman I suppose. What's more important is that it's her account of her times as a midwife in Poplar in the 50s, aiding extremely poor women through their numerous pregnancies in her own words. Very eye opening to the reality of post-war poverty in the UK, as well as the reality of obstetrics pre so many of our now common modern-day medical advances.

Why does he do that? by Lundy Bancroft - Some books are worth the over-recommendation. This book has been instrumental for me in navigating my life with the relationships of men I have, not just purely sexual and romantic, but in friendship, work, and community. Recognizing patterns of male dominance and entitlement is an essential tool to survive. It also has helped me navigate my relationship with my mother, who can at times be selfish and manipulative. There are posts floating about detailing accusations made against Bancroft that I would not be able to find without some serious digging, but yes Bancroft is a man (some women don't know this). He has an extensive career working with abusive men and their victims, so he has incredible insight and yet also has been accused himself entitled to women. This has, in my opinion, brought a deeper understanding of his words in that he might think he is detailing the minds of the abusive man, I see him as detailing the minds of men who will abuse their power over women. In any case, I have recently been re-reading it at leisure.

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster - This book has been high in my mind the past few months as the author passed away in March. What a lovely children's book, delightful exploration of the English language in fun and magical ways. I had a teacher read this book out loud to us at the end of each day in either 2nd or 3rd grade and it's been a favorite ever since. It's a little long for a children's book, and the adventures are repetitive to some degree, so it might be hard for an adult to want to read through the whole thing as their go to book, but flipping through it now and again is delightful. If you have an 7-10 year old kid in your life, it's a fun thing to share with them.

Wise Child by Monica Furlong - Maybe there's something to analyze about me that I'm recommending two children's books...but I'll let that be my problem. I read this a few years ago as my train-commute book. For some reason, I've been thinking about it a lot lately and want to pick it up again. It's about a witch and her child apprentice in a Scottish village. That's it. But the imagery was very cool and I love magic and witches so it was my jam. I picked it up for free in a neighborhood "little free library" so maybe my heart just goes to it for being given away despite it being a cute book about a female relationship.

The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett - This book comes recommended to me by my boyfriend's mom, who I adore and who is an amazing, hilarious, thoughtful woman, and is the book I'm about to start since I literally just finished reading Call the Midwife last night. It's a long, meaty historical novel about building a cathedral. So if you're interested in reading a book along with me in spirit, especially ones recommended by an amazing older woman, especially if you like giant novels that are hard to carry around dense with details about architecture and the lives of peasant and noble people living in Kingsbridge England in 1123-1174, then girlfriend hop on with me and let's make this monumental smash hit suddenly start trending with 20-30 something feminist women on tumblr this summer for no discernible reason.

Around the Corner by Jeremy J. Majewski - I haven't read this, I'm only recommending it because someone I know wrote it and I want to support the people in my life :) It's a fantasy novel and it might not even be good but it's self published and I bought a copy because I think writing a book and self publishing is a feat worth celebrating. AND! It might be very very good, I just haven't gotten to it yet. :) So if you want to support independent authors that I know, please buy this book for under $10.