#game: makes you leave momo behind

[smuthospital]

⭐️Pirate! Tomura x reader⭐️

Premise: A certain pirate really thinks you're pretty

Warning: NON CON, kidnapping, gn reader

MINORS DNI

"Now for the sponge cake!" You crack an egg and separate the yolks from the whites in two seperate bowls. You're making strawberry shortcake! You stop in your tracks when the sharp smell of smoke leaks into your airways. You drop everything you're doing and run to the bread oven. Your bread almost burned! Momo would kill you! You work at her little bakery and this bread was requested by a frequent customer. You sigh as you place the bread on a cooling rack and put out the fire in the hearth.

You live in a beautiful little port town by and it's what you call home. It's right by the sea so most men in town work at the docs, work at sea or sell goods. You just work in a little bakery. It's moderately popular. Everyone adores the pretty little bakery girl. You have countless old women asking you to marry their grandsons and countless men trying to pry into your life to win themselves a pretty wife to cook for them. You deny all marriage proposals because you're waiting for your true love to sweep you off your feet. And although your sweet little sea side town is everything to you, you hope to one day leave and explore the world. Your friends and family would be fine. You'd come back and show them all the nice things aquired on your travels.

You smell smoke again. That's odd. You could have sworn you turned the hearth off. Maybe a piece of bread fell onto the coals below the heat rack and now it's burning? You peak in the hearth you had just put out and see that it is Infact empty, but the smell of smoke remains. You then hear a scream from outside followed by people running around. You hear gun shots and the sound of distant laugter getting closer. You run outside to see a row of houses on fire, the fire spreading more and more. Momo amung the crowd, yanks you back into the bakery and roughly places a key in your hand. Her skin is as white as a sheet, her body drenched in sweat..and blood? "W-what happened to you? M-Momo? Wh-whats goin-"

"P-Pirates."

Your heart stops. This can't be. What would pirates what from your cute little town? "W-what? O-oh god." You cover your mouth as tears seep from your eyes, knowing this might be the end of your little happy town and maybe your life. Nothing will be the same by days end. "Listen, I need to get to my family. Stay here and hide in the back. Please be safe!" With that, Momo runs off. You waste no time hiding in the bakery, but not before locking the doors and turning off all the lights. You hide in the backroom and pray for a hero. You're covered in a cold sweat as you hear heavy footsteps outside the bakery. They seem to linger for a few moments around the display window. You hear them fade into the distance and sigh in relief.

A rock smashes through the bakery door glass and a hand shoves through the hole created to unlock the door from the inside. You begin to crawl to the back door as the person let's themselves in through the front. You hear the persons feet crunching the glass and the sound of them collecting your baked goods in a sack. You can image that baked bread and sweets are a delicacy to pirates.

You slowly open the back door and your breath is caught in your throat. "Ey captain, we got a live one!" A man wearing black shouts. From behind him, a tall, white haired man comes into view. He ducks his head under the door way as he enters. "Ah and a pretty one. I'm gonna have some fun with you, sweetie."

The cocky grin on his face tells you that he doesn't mean a board game. Fear like no other settles in your gut. He looks absolutely over joyed to see that expression on your face. Your eyes dart around for any escape. His frame covers the entire doorway.

The man smiles down at you wickedly. You try to run back into the bakery, but a pirate in dark clothing stands there, eating the bread you'd just baked. You feel a wall press into your from behind, two hands landing firmly on your shoulders. "Hey, pretty lady, no need to be frightened. We're customers. I'd like to have a cream puff. You got any of those?" The white haired pirate asked, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear, his chest pressed against your back and...somthing else. "Huh?? No!? I-I can make some..just please..don't hurt me." You turn to him and hold your hands together.

Dread washes over you as you feel his eyes drag up and down your body with that same shit eating grin on his face. His eyes stop at your chest, your cleavage poking out from the top of your apron. You feel naked in his eyes. "No..I can help you make them...it's my specialty." He says right before he grabs at you. You let out a short scream as he picks you up by the waist and forces your body onto a counter, ass up and legs dangling over the edge. He pushes your dress up over your hips and marvels at the sight. He kneeds your ass like dough, your kicking and screaming only egging him on.

As he pulls down your underwear, you spot a wooden mallet you had been using earlier and grab it. He picks up your underwear and brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale before pocketing it. You can feel his twitching erection poking your thigh. Before he can do anything else, you swing the mallet at his body with all your strength, managing get him in the side. You scramble off the counter and out the back door that he left open, narrowly missing his hand grabbing for your hair. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL GET YOU!" His words sends shivers like cold water down your spine, but only boost your adrenaline, further encouraging you to run even faster. He recovers from the hit almost immediately and bounds after you. You can hear him quickly catching up from behind you. You don't dare look back.

You feel all hope drain out of your body as a heavy hand land clamps around your wrist. He slams his body into yours, sending you tumbling onto the gravely path with him on top. Black spots cloud the corners of your eyes from the impact. He yanks you by the collar towards his face. You hear his shouting grow farther. He backhands you across the face, momentarily bringing you back to your senses before you succumb to sleep. "You're just a little cock tease. I'll show you how to treat a man." Are the last words you hear before passing out in the mans grip.

You hear the sound of waves, then heavy footsteps on wood. You slowly open your eyes to see that you're on a mattress in the corner of a small, dark, dust covered room. You have a massive headache that has you wanting to close your eyes again, but you do your best to resist. The only light source coming from a small round window. You whimper as you rub your hand on your face, trying to sooth your swollen cheek. You begin crying again. Your town..its gone and you're gonna die. It's like a dungeon in here. You quickly examine yourself just incase you were defiled in your sleep. Your dress is torn, revealing more of your chest and there's a vertical slit up your skirt that goes up to your hip. You shift a bit in your spot, uncomfortable. Your pussy feels..tampered with? The door swings open and you gasp. You scoot to the farthest corner of the bed. "I like that look on you..but you know, you shouldn't have hurt me earlier. That's no way to treat your captain. Now I have to discipline you. I'm captain shigaraki, but you can call me Tomura." He steps closer, taking off his coat and tossing it aside.

"No-no wait. You don't want me..I-Im no good..I...I'm on my period!" You struggle to come up with more excuses. He chuckles at this. "Sweetheart, I know that you're not. I had a taste earlier and even if you were, I'm a pirate. A little bloods never stopped me before." Your expression reflects your disgust. So he did do something to you. "You're a monster!" Your words only seem to make his smile bigger. He gets down and crawls into the bed infront of you like a lion inspecting it's prey. You scream as he grabs you by your ankle and drags you under him. He leans down, his white hair tickling your face, your foreheads almost touching. You feel his throbbing cock under his pants rub against your stomach, begging to be released. He grinds his hips back and fourth along your pelvis, making you feel every inch of what's going to be splitting you open real soon.

He drags his tongue from your neck to your cheek bone. "Feel that? All for you. every since I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't calm down. I've been meaning to get a little cabin wench and I think you'll do the job quite nicely. A pretty little thing to keep my cock warm while out at sea. I'm sure you'd like that." He bucks his hips once, a whimper leaving your mouth. "And you have your uses. You can cook and bake your sweet little bakery things for me and my men. We'll have someone watch you incase you think you can get away with using poison...and if you try...well... don't." His face is only a cm from yours. You can't recoil any further without breaking your neck.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth first. Then I'm gonna pound your holes into dust. Make you all nice and full. I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed. That is if you're not a virgin. Make sure to beg for me to stop." His large hands grasp your dress and yank it off your body, making sure to keep it intact. Your wailing seems to add to his enjoyment. "You know, sweet heart, If I ripped up your pretty little dress, nothing would stop my men from raping all your holes bloody." One of his hands crawl towards your cunt and plays with your clit, his wide grin mocking you. Your face is completely red in shame. He surprises you when he suddenly shoves a finger into your unprepared cunt.

You hear the clinking of metal and see he's unbuckles his belt as you struggle. You try to push his hand away from your cunt with your free hand when he quickly pulls out away, instead replacing it with his heavy cock. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at the ginormous thing laying on your stomach.

"Y-you can't...be serious. That won't fit! You're gonna kill me!"

You grunt as you struggling with all your strength. "Get off of me! Get off!" You hear a crack and stop stop moving, confused. What was that sound? A fiery sting slowly spreads across your cheek. "Shut the fuck up, meat. I'm sick of your whining. Beg me to stop. Beg me for mercy. And say my name too?" He growls. "P-please, Tomura." He rubs the cheek he just smacked as a form of reward, rubbing away the tears with his thumb.

"That's a good girl..now get on your knees." You do as he says immediately, coming face to face with the monsters monster. To you, it's disgusting. A pirates down below area..who knows where it's been. The tip is already shiny with pre cum. It's thickness seems life threatening. You really don't want to put that stinky pirate prick in your mouth so you instinctively try to pull away and you kinda You like breathing. He anticipated this tangles his hand in your hair and presses your face into his groin, his cock pressing against your cheek and nose. You clench your eyes shut and whimper. You can feel his cock radiating heat. "Common. Show your new owner that you're sorry for hurting him." You don't open your mouth fast enough for his liking so he yanks your hair. The feeling is excruciating. You scream in pain he slides his cock in as soon as your mouth opens.

You immediately gag as it reaches the back of your throat, the taste making you try scrunch up your face. It's salty. It's not even all the way in yet and you're fighting for air. He laughs as you panic. "Never given head? Dont worry, I'll teach ya. Start by sucking. No teeth." You do as he instructs, closing your lips around his shift and suctioning as hard as you can. He lets out a deep, gutteral groan and thrusts his hips back and fourth. "Oh fuck. You're a natural."

He continues thrusting, his cock sliding in and out with ease, now coated with your saliva. Pre cum and saliva leaks from the corners of your mouth and down your chin and onto your awaiting tits. Your breathing has adjusted to his rythim a bit now. His pace quickens and you try to pull away harder than before, not wanting his nasty children in your mouth. He presses his hips to your lips and grunts, his pubic hair smuthered against your nose and mouth. Your mouth burns as hot, thick lava like cum pours down your throat and out your mouth. It's all coming so fast that you can't swollow fast enough to breath. You have a hard time taking it all, some of it spills from your nose. He slowly pulls out with a sigh, his hand still firmy clasping your hair. Your mouth hangs open for a few moments. You think it's over, but his cock is just as hard as it was before he assaulted you. You think you're constant whimpering is doing something for him.

He shoves you on your stomach and lifts your hips up. You try to lift yourself on your elbows, but he shoves your face into the mattress. "Stay down."

His cock prods your entrance. He tries to shove in, but you're too tight and he's too big, causing it to just slip onto your clit. You can still feel the heat coming from it, burning your skin with every contact. He grumbles in frustration when you try to move away. He lifts his heavy hand and smacks your ass. His cock prods your entrance again. "I'm warning you." Your whimpers get louder and more desperate as he slowly stuffs the head of his cock into your cunt. You're in too much pain to think properly. The head pops in and you scream. "Ah. Finally. You're cunt is like a fucking boa. Got me in a chokehold. I might get stuck." He groans out. All you can do is cry, unable to respond without sounding like a blubbering mess. He leans over your back, caging your body with his.

"This might hurt, sweety so just brace yourself." His warning would have been comforting if you couldn't tell how excited he is to hurt you. He shoves the rest of his cock into your cunt, you muffle a cry into the mattress. He presses his hips to yours, rolling in a few circles to rub it in. He licks his lips. "Yeah. Keep crying." He thrusts in and out of your hot cunt. You can hear the wet sounds of your blood and your body desperately trying to create some sort of lubricant. "Hah...maybe I'll put a baby in you. Have you be my exclusive bitch."

"P-please. I'll do anything, Tomura..no...please-" he cuts you off with a loud moan. "You look so fucking pretty like this. Cry more!" He slams his hips into your ass, forcing your spine into an uncomfortable position. Your eyes cross and you you gasp in pain. He snacks your ass again, harder than the first time. You sob loudly, feeling like you're gonna die. You feel his arm reach under you and trail his hand from between your breasts, down your mid section and then down to your tummy. He feels his cock bulge our from you slightly each time he bottoms out. He pushes down on the lump. You whimper, the feeling an indescribable amount of pleasure. You can't help but tighten around his cock even more.

You hate it, but it feels so good. You can't help yourself. Your cunt squeezes his cock as he speeds up, his pace battering your womb without a care, just as a pirate does. You try to crawl away one last time, he puts all his weight on your back and slams his hips harder than ever before, sending ripples down your body. He snacks your ass twice in a row. You're sure his strikes are to leave welts and bruises. You feel a hot gush as his cum flows into you. Your eyes cross, the feeling too pleasurable to bare. You release your juices around his cock and his face comforts in pleasure. "Ah fuck!" Your tummy bloats slightly, and cum spurts out from around where his cock is buried deep inside you. He thrusts gently, riding out his orgasm. He leans over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

"You're gonna be my little wife now. No complain'in. You cook, you bake, you clean, you sit on my cock and when it's time, bare my children." You can't believe the direction your life took. This morning, you were happy in your little bakery, now you're a pirates concubine or something. He slowly pulls out with a lewd 'pop' sound and rolls you over to face him. He almost tenderly kisses you o the lips. "I enjoyed this raids bounty today. I found a beautiful treasure." His lays himself next to you, hugging you closer to his body.

With that, you couldn't stay awake any longer. Your lower half is completely numb. You have no feeling in your ass and you sure sitting will not be an option for awhile. Maybe one day you'll come to enjoy being a pirates love.

Maybe you'll get used to this. Maybe if you behave.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

How Twice would kiss

Ask: How Twice would kiss

Nayeon

Kisses from Nayeon are full of love. She loves you with her whole heart and will often surprise you with sudden kisses.

They can range from quick pecks to deep passionate kisses. She’s not afraid to make it sloppy.

She isn’t afraid to show her affection towards you in public

Once you decided to tease her by wiping off her kiss and she looked really offended and shocked, making it her goal to shower you with kisses until you give in and kiss her back.

Jeongyeon

Kisses from Jeongyeon are calming, she’s big on forehead kisses. Whenever she sees that you look stressed, her first response is to kiss your forehead and tell you that she loves you.

However she does expect a kiss back!

She won’t show much affection in front of other people but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you, she just wants those moments to be between you two.

She’ll surprise you with a kiss from behind on your cheek whenever she’s happy

Momo

For Momo, her kisses are about making a statement. She’ll kiss you to show others that you are hers and hers alone.

She’s not afraid to use her tongue and kisses with her can quickly turn into intense make out sessions

Whenever there’s an argument, her way of making up is to kiss you knowing you can only resist her for so long

She uses this as an advantage, often convincing you to buy her stuff. You tried to do the same but unfortunately this game is her strength and you end up buying more things for more instead.

Sana

Sana’s kisses are about expressing affection. She’ll often bombard you with lots of kisses all over your face.

It’s not like she can help it, she just loves how happy you make her and that’s just her way to response.

Sometimes you bombard her with kisses instead and she feels really giggly and happy

Having such an affectionate girlfriend like Sana sometimes does push you to your limits though, particularly when that one time that your boss called you in the middle of a make out session. Even though you signaled her plenty of times to just wait for a few moments, she couldn’t help but kiss your neck constantly and it took all your strength to not moan out loud.

Jihyo

Jihyo’s kisses are pretty much what most would consider perfect.

She’s confident and knows that she doesn’t need to show you too much affection to keep you wrapped around her finger.

She’ll often hug you from behind and kiss your shoulder

She likes to dominate whenever you both make out

Mina

For Mina, kisses are about getting closer. She’s not a very expressive person so kisses were really special at the start of your relationship.

She prefers to give you quick pecks on the cheeks.

She likes to be a bit more bold when you both are alone.

You once began to kiss her passionately but after a few moments Mina felt really flustered and hid her face behind her hands. However she did feel really happy that you felt so much love towards her.

Dahyun

Dahyun’s kisses are like a ray of sunshine. Despite the charismatic and outgoing personality she shows on camera, behind closed doors she’s quite shy.

She’ll give you small pecks on the lips.

Don’t let her shyness fool you though, at times she’ll get incredibly bold and what you expected to be a peck will turn into a French kiss

Dahyun likes to be kissed on the forehead

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung is romantic and so are her kisses. She’ll always leave you craving for her.

She always prefers to start off slow with kisses on the cheek and once you start to reciprocate she’ll continue to get bolder till it turns into a make out session.

She can be a surprisingly sloppy kisser.

Kissing her hand always makes her blush.

Tzuyu

If you had to describe Tzuyu’s kisses you would describe it like…..well Tzuyu. Elegant, electric and different from what you expected.

She always has a big smile after kissing you.

She likes to kiss your shoulder a lot.

She completely avoids even pecking you in front of the other members, acting completely pure much to their amazement because they always tried to convince her to kiss you in front of them. One time you got tired of it, grabbed her chin and kissed her there and then in front of all the others. She was redder than a tomato afterwards.

[momoyukirin]

Momo's "An Idol's Daily Life" Rabbitchat Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Highly Nutritious ☆ Home-cooked meal

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work, Momo-san. And thank you for inviting us on “NEXT Re:vale” today!

Tsumugi: It appears that everyone enjoyed that “Make a heart flutter with pre-determined lines!” project.

Momo: Good work, Maneko-chan~! (*´∀`*)/ Recording was really fun, wasn’t it!

Momo: It was worth planning this project with the staff!

Tsumugi: All of the assigned lines on the pieces of paper that got pulled from the box were so funny that Okazaki-san and I ended up laughing a lot!

Momo: Even though lines like “I’m hungry” or “my feet are itchy” are silly, they’d whisper them in a sexy way to make them heart-pounding, so they ended up sounding really surreal and funny www*

Tsumugi: But when Idols like you all say them, they somehow sound cool, so it was rather strange!

Momo: I know right~~~~!!

Momo: My heart skipped a beat too when Yamato hugged me from behind and whispered “Do you want to add Gochujang?” (*/∇ \*)

Tsumugi: Yamato-san was in high spirits as well! lol

Momo: He really gave his all for that “Go~chu~jang” huh www

Momo: His breathing was impressive ww

Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san’s composed “What kind of situation is this!” tsukkomi* response right after was brilliant!

Momo: Right! As expected of IDOLiSH7! Their tsukkomi and boke balance is amazing!

Tsumugi: Thank you! I’m sure Mitsuki-san will be happy to hear this, so I’ll let him know!

Momo:

Tsumugi: Your heart-pounding line was also wonderful, Momo-san! The part you said “Games are only allowed for one hour a day” while kabedoning Tamaki-san!

Momo: Thank you (*´∀`)*。Though Tamaki immediately went “no way” ww

Momo: It was fun and the flow ended up being really interesting, including Sougo who came from the stage seats in a panic to try and convince me to nod and agree with him!

Momo: But it was so exciting we ended up dragging the shoot a bit longer, were you okay with the job after that?

Tsumugi: Yes! Thanks to everyone’s cooperation, we left quickly and managed to finish the shoot at the next location on schedule!

Momo: That’s a relief~! Then, are you done for the day? It’s late, so be careful going home.

Tsumugi: Thank you for your concern! I will be, I think I’ll just get some groceries for dinner and go home.

Momo: Making dinner after work is quite impressive!?

Momo: I hadn’t even thought about making anything (+･`−･´)

Tsumugi: I won’t be making anything too elaborate, but I guess I’ve just made a habit of it..!

Tsumugi: What do you usually do, Momo-san?

Momo: Usually I just get a bento or catering in the dressing room!

Momo: I order delivery on my days off _(:3」∠)_

Tsumugi: There are many kinds nowadays so it’s quite convenient, isn’t it! I also like to order sweets on my days off.

Momo: That’s nice! Like watching the movies and TV dramas you’ve been recording* with the latte and donut you got delivered in hand!

Tsumugi: That's exactly it!

Momo: (≥▽≤)/□☆□/(≥▽≤)

Tsumugi: (≥▽≤)/□☆□/(≥▽≤)

Momo: You went along with it www Thanks ww

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: However, if you only eat bento you might get nutritional imbalance so please be careful..!

Momo: Maneko-chan, you're so kind (;∀;) Thank you ☆

Momo: Yuki invited me over today, so it’s okay (つω<")

Momo: He said that since I haven’t been eating well lately, he made beef stew with lots of vegetables!

Tsumugi: Oh! So you are at Yuki-san’s house!

Tsumugi: Making a home-cooked meal with so much thought put into it, as expected of Yuki-san!

Momo: He’s the best darling after all(o/▽`)/:*・° °・*

Momo: I thought I could help, but I was told I'm on the bench*, so now I'm just sitting quietly and waiting (´・ω・`)

Tsumugi:

Translator's notes:

1)“www” is one of the japanese equivalents to “lol” but i wanted to differentiate it from tsumugi’s “(笑)” (also “lol”) so I chose to translate hers and leave Momo’s as is, since I use “www” a lot as is myself lol

2)Anyone who’s read idolish7 content by this point probably knows this, but just in case, the “straight man” (tsukkomi) and “funny man” (boke) act is a kind of japanese comedy duo where the boke says something silly or creates a misunderstanding and the tsukkomi corrects them

3) Momo refers to the shows you can record on your tv to watch later, idk if this is a thing much anymore in the west but i do believe it is still in japan.

4)Momo basically said that Yuki told him he's off-duty but the word he uses is apparently used in sports to convey a player that was not chosen to play in the team, momo is a sportsman after all~ www

[flyingwargle]

“hi, coach foster! hope you don’t mind if i stay and watch!”

komori sticks his head out from behind sakusa with a wave. the jackals gather to exchange pleasantries, and komori and inunaki exchange jazz hands. they step aside when foster approaches, pleasant as always. “it’s nice to see you, motoya. we’re quite far from shizuoka.”

“we’re in the area for some practice games and today is our rest day,” komori answers. “kiyo told me you welcome all friends and family to the gym.”

foster glances at his players, the number of them whistling innocently increasing in number. “i might not be your coach, but as a coach, i’m obligated to tell you to rest if it’s a rest day.”

“i’ll just watch! pretend i’m not here.”

“all right, kiyoomi, get him settled?”

sakusa nods. he leads komori to the bench, gestures for him to sit. “you should’ve just waited for me after practice.”

“i showed you ejp’s gym, so i wanted to see yours!”

“they all look the same.”

“the walls are a different color.”

“they’re the team’s colors.”

“omi-kun!” miya calls out. “we’re gonna start!”

sakusa doesn’t acknowledge him but takes a step toward the court. “if you want to leave, tell one of the assistant coaches to walk you out.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” komori chirps, crossing his ankles and leaning against the wall. “i’ll be the over-enthusiastic cousin that you wish i was.”

“are you already not?” sakusa rolls his eyes, pivoting around. “i’ll be back.”

“have fun!”

true to his word, he cheers after every spike his cousin makes, extending his enthusiasm to every spike, block, receive, or serve that the jackals make. sakusa glances at him every so often, and komori reciprocates with an exaggerated thumbs-up, which earns him a disgruntled look every time.

they haven’t practiced together since university, and even then, they were on different teams. komori isn’t necessarily a nostalgic person, but he does miss their idyllic high school days, when they’d practice receives before and after class, work in tandem to pick up serves, laugh and gossip about their teammates on the way home. they still do that, although over text and the occasional call, or with alcohol at an izakaya whenever one or the other visits. but what komori misses most is having his cousin’s back, to be the reason why he can spike without hesitation.

practice ends, and the jackals move toward the locker room. komori bounces up to sakusa, in mid-conversation with inunaki, sticking his head in. “wanna play a bit together?”

“you shouldn’t be playing-“ sakusa tries to say.

“it won’t be for here! when’ll be the next time we can play casually together?”

“momo-kun wants a game?” miya butts in. “ya might as well. practically everyone who visits play.”

inunaki laughs, turning his heel. “well, you guys enjoy. i’ll see you tomorrow–“

“if you don’t mind, could you join us?” komori asks. “as a favor for another libero?”

he blinks, surprised, but nods. hinata and bokuto joins them as well, and they split into two teams of three: the cousins with miya against the three jackals. “lend me your kneepads, kiyo,” komori calls out as he warms up. “i know you have extras in your locker.” sakusa rolls his eyes, but dutifully fetches them, along with an elbow brace.

hinata serves, which komori receives. sakusa makes his approach, komori falling in line behind him. miya sets; with bokuto blocking the cross, sakusa goes for a straight, which goes to inunaki, who sends it back in the air. “nice, wan-san!” hinata calls. “bokuto-san!”

komori watches. miya and sakusa seal the straight, and komori positions himself for the cross. bokuto jumps, landing one of his sharp cut shots. komori dives but misses by mere centimeters.

a hand reaches out toward him. komori pulls himself up, fire radiating in his cousin’s eyes. he grins back, equally enthused.

of course, won’t be for long turns into a full set with each rally longer than the last, thanks to the liberoes’ exceptional work. any time sakusa is blocked, komori is there to follow, sliding across the floor with practiced ease. any time miya gets first touch, komori sets from the back row, sakusa landing each one. they pull ahead and win, the cousins’ high-five echoing throughout the gym.

“that was fun!” komori says, as they head for the locker room. “we haven’t played like that in years.”

sakusa nods. “well, the next time we play is when there’s a net between us,” komori adds, sitting down to slide his elbow and kneepads off, and stealing sakusa’s towel. “it reminded me of high school.”

another nod. komori steals his deodorant too, still the same brand that iizuna had recommended to him from back in the day. he watches sakusa collect his toiletries and shower bag, hesitating for a moment before he says, “thanks.”

“any time, little cousin, but for what?”

he doesn’t elaborate, just heads for the shower room. komori stares after him, jumping when inunaki places a hand on his shoulder. “i still have a lot to learn from you, huh?”

“shion-san?” he whirls around in confusion.

“sakusa doesn’t take that many risks when i’m behind him, but with you, i think i saw a different side of him.” inunaki’s smile is slight. “i hope he’ll reach that level of trust with me, one day.”

he walks off, whistling. komori thinks back, realization dawning on him. thanks. for watching since they were kids, initially together as a familial obligation, then as teammates, an ace in the air with his libero at his back. for teaching him trust, to know that he can overcome any block because someone will catch him if he falls. for encouraging him forward, to reach greater heights, to have a companion through it all.

you’re welcome, komori thinks, leaning back on his hands with a smile. and thank you too, for following along.

[bk-4-trash-fire]

This is the robot version for the stray series

make sure to not spam my account please I don't want to block you

This will be slightly different.....

For your months in the slums you learned many things..

Waking up one day by some weird person with a hat

You have no idea where you are

Who you are

Or why you here in the first place

The stranger brings you to a new place with beings like yourself

The stranger named "momo" began teaching you life in your new home

Learning how there was something beyond our home and that behind the walls is a place filled with life

You believed them, even if the people around you said otherwise

You were curious about everything around you

It lead to you sneaking out of town alot

Finding random things like books, dolls, or bottles or random mechanical stuff

Making sure to live by your exploring rules

Don't grab the fleshy stuff

Always have a way out

Never go near the zurgs

Everything you brought back you would see if it could make momo do the "woah" thing

Like that time you showed them a weird glow sphere

You always like how giddy they got

Today was a day like any other

Fishing out random junk from the old buildings

Today you managed to break into a book shop

You thought it was a plush shop with the giant pink flesh being with fur ears on the banner

But this will do

Digging through the boxes of books, or as they put "magazines" and "manga" you found one that got you hooked

According to the flesh beings old material, there were once objects that could be used for both entertainment and social networking purposes

Reading this information in a thin flashy magazine called "TOP 100 GAMES WITH TIPS!"

There were more books, some with some flesh beings smashing their flesh face together, one with two flesh beings standing with weird pick leaves around them, and one with to flesh beings in a weird laying position on top of each other.

Looking through it didn't make it any easier to understand

You gave it to momo to help out buuuut now he has started collecting those kind of books

Now he tells you it's better if you don't know

Today, you look through your houses basement

You look through that room dozens of times, and you always managed to find something new in there

You don't even know what half of what the stuff in there is

Technically, this isn't even your house. Your house is technically momo's.

This is just the building you woke up in one day, and ever since then, you've used it as a hang out place

But now, not the time for reminiscing!

Let's seeeeeeeeee.....

Book, book, book, lamp, ooooh new clothes.., book, book,.....

This is a weirdly long pillow...

Why is there a flesh being from one of the books you found on it....

You swear you've seen them from somewhere.... white hair with a red streak.....

Ya know, let's not question that.

Or see that. Ever. Again.

It makes you feel embarrassed to look at it for some reason.....

Oh.

What's this?

You pull out an oddly thin black box

It seems to be connected to a wire

Oh yeah it is one of those plug in things clementine showed you once

You wonder what this thing could have on it....

AND DONE.

That's the first chapter more like the prologue to this version

Hope y'all have a nice day :]

[pocketramblr]

If the ask game is still going, how about an au where Aizawa is actually a time traveling Eri who is trying to prevent the current chapters of the manga from happening?

Absolutely fascinated by the implications of this. "girls who become their fathers" to a new level.

1- Eri lives in a small cabin in the woods with her adopted father. Sometimes, she gets visitors. Mizushima makes sure they have clean water delivered. Tenya sometimes brings people to her to heal. Yamada brings news around to the encampments of survivors. But most days it's quiet. Eri has clothes, but as she gets older she finds she really doesn't like the sweet dresses picked by the nurses. They make her feel like a doll. The bright fun clothes her father got her, for a show that doesn't play anymore, is alright. Comfy. But so are the plain dark hand me downs. The boys clothes. Shouta cuts her hair over the sink.

2- Most days are quiet, calm. Shouta braids their hair, reads them books, tries to cook. But some days, the quiet is not calm. It is plans, whispered back and forth. Shouta them more than the others, the child knows. Rational deception. It would make Deku sad. But Deku isn't here anymore, he's sleeping and won't wake up, like their grandfather won't. But there a plan.

3- And then it's time for the plan. He's thirteen. He leaves the cabin with Shouta for the last time. They go to the place with the machine, and the child gets a shot. Momo says that he'll be able to handle a second quirk, abilities carefully copied from samples from Shouta, Deku, and Monoma. The child's eyes begin to burn. Shouta presses a bottle of eye drops into his hand and a brief kiss to his forehead, on the other side of the tall curving horn. The child will wear it down to a nub as he powers the machine far enough, and crashes to the floor of Nedzu's office over two decades earlier.

4- The boy gives Nedzu some answers, and lets him puzzle out the others. Nedzu, in return, gives him documents. Officially, he's now Aizawa Shouta. He leaves, and will return later as a UA student determined to focus on preventing a full scale collapse of society as they know it. The messy hair hides the nub of his horn when it's down, and the movement of floating up around it usually covers it then too, but he's careful to use Rewind enough to keep it low and avoid detection. It's absolutely necessary to keep AfO from discovering his quirk in this time- he knows that is part of why his father cut off his own leg and let it go, because the other way to negate the effect of the bullet would have revealed the second quirk hiding behind Erasure, which is desired enough. The cats around his apartment are very healthy, and he secretly thinks it very amusing to watch the younger versions of the teachers he knows. But Shirakumo is different, totally new. He reminds him of Deku and Lemillion both, and he's suddenly dragged into friendship not just with Shirakumo, but the others too.

5- Back in the left-behind-future, Yamada mutters that the kid looked just like...

"Cuz he is." The 38-year-old Aizawa admits. "But it's not a stable loop. Every time, things go better. We'll get it right, eventually."

Yamada closes his eyes.

"You never tell me?"

"I don't know, only that I didn't. He might."

Yaoyorozu looks over from where she's memorizing the formulas before they destroy the lab.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Nothing. Is it safe to move Midoriya yet?"

"Yes. Iida's in charge of that. I... We'll wake him up, soon."

Aizawa hums, and looks over to Yamada. He hopes they can wake him up, one day. And he hopes one day, the child will tell his friends the truth.

[snowrubies]

Part 2 to In the Dark

Curiosity

Switch! Dahyun x Switch! Tzuyu

Mainly Top! Tzuyu

Reciprocation, pet names, fingering, oral, grinding, mentions of toys, voyeurism, and other idols

Something changed in Tzuyu. She's gotten tired of always being the cute youngest. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the attention though. That with her being a foreigner let her get away with a lot of stuff. The Unnies always baby her. Which is sometimes comical with her cynical attitude and quick comebacks. Cheayoung and Dahyun always treated her more as an equal. The three are not afraid to crack a few dirty jokes at each others expense. Usually in the form of teasing Cheayoung mercilessly about being whipped for Mina.

Cheayoung was actually the first to notice the sudden behavior change between her friends. Dahyun was definitely not one of the physical members, but she had been practically laying on Tzuyu through most of the tour. She's only ever been like this for short periods after being with Sana a little too long.

Cheayoung caught Dahyun after her solo stage, watching Tzuyu's solo with heart eyes, and confronted her about it. "And yet you tease me about being whipped."

Dahyun jumped a little and turned to see who caught her. "Oh, Chea." She turned back to the screen. "Isn't she just so pretty these days?"

"She's always been pretty. It's kinda what she's know for." She poked Dahyun's cheeks. "Dubu's got a crush."

Like a moth to a flame Sana suddenly appeared, ready for her solo, at the mention of crush. She threw herself at Dahyun who was in her floofy dress still. "Aww! My baby Dubu has a crush?" She looked back to the screen realization hitting. "Is it Tzuyu? Do you want some pointers?"

Dahyun shrugged her off and looked down shyly. Tzuyu had just finished her solo on screen which gave Dahyun a convenient excuse to leave. " I should go get dressed"

"Fighting" Sana yelled after her as she got ready to go on stage herself.

That's how it started. Cheayoung was all bubbly and excited, so naturally she told the news to Mina. Mina is very respectful of privacy so it would have died there, but twice's resident gossip knew. When Sana came off stage she could practically be holding a sign that said I know something ask me about it. She told Jihyo first, then Momo and Nayeon together, and Jihyo filled in Jeongyeon. In a matter of minutes everyone knew, but Tzuyu. They all found it absolutely adorable that the youngens where curious of each other.

They all would claim to be incredibly good wing women after this. They were literally throwing the two together anytime they could. Moving their costumes to the same changing space, bringing them into conversation with each other then making an excuse to leave, and dragging one to dance with the other on stage.

Dahyun got what they were doing, and, although embarrassed, was greatfull. She did end up taking a few pointers from Sana, whether she wanted them or not. She ended up leaning over her during the encore cutely nuzzling her face.

Tzuyu thought that everyone was acting a little weird. She quickly realized that the Unnies were basically throwing her at Dahyun though she didn't know why. Maybe she had upset the others. She did enjoy Dahyun being more affectionate with her. Most of the members were preoccupied with their own 'playmates'. As much as they would deny that, Tzuyu wasn't blind or, unfortunately, deaf. She knew what went on behind closed, sometimes wide open, doors. Quite literally all of them have at least one person for those activities sometimes more, except her. Not for lack of trying. Tzuyu had tried to appear more sexy as of late, but they only ever saw baby Tzuyu. That's why Dahyun getting a little more handsy was actually nice for her.

She sat with Dahyun in the back of the van watching her play a game on her phone. Everyone was pretty quiet on account of Nayeon being an absolute dumb ass during the concert. No one wanted to break the tension between her and Jihyo. She wondered who she was going to pair off with when they got to the hotel. Jeongyeon went to be by herself, and Cheayoung grabbed Mina's hand so fast and pulled her to her. Tzuyu made a mental note to tease her about that later.

Dahyun came up behind Tzuyu and hugged her. "Do you wanna sleep with me Tzu?"

Everyone left in the lobby was surprised Dahyun had the balls to ask, but Tzuyu took it at face value. "Sure Dahyunie. It'll be like old times."

They held hands and walked off towards their room. They got into the room, and the first thing Tzuyu did was ask Dahyun if she minded if she showered first. Dahyun said she didn't mind, mostly because she was still a little scattered that Tzuyu agreed to sleep with her.

Tzuyu headed off to shower. While in there she started thinking about why Dahyun seemed so off. Sure she had been a little bit more touchy as of late, but she had this new awkwardness to her. That combined with the fact the Unnies were throwing them together made her realize. Dahyun must like her. She started thinking out loud. "So when she asked me to sleep with her... Oh!" Everything came to her with a sudden clarity as things tend to do in showers for some reason.

She had always liked Dahyun to a certain extent. Thought she was hilarious and very pretty. They'd always been great friends. She does have to admit though, that she's stolen her fair share of glaces at her over the years. She whispered to herself, "well if that's what she wants..."

Meanwhile, while Tzuyu was showering, Dahyun was panicking. It's not like she hasn't had sex before, but this was Tzuyu. Sweet, innocent, little Tzuyu. She couldn't approach this like her times with Sana. She had to be the one in control here. Make sure the baby is comfortable with it.

She was debating with herself on how to approach it. She couldn't very well just be naked and waiting. She's not even sure if Tzuyu understands her point in having her sleep with her. She settled on changing into a white babydoll nightgown that was, by her standards, a little too sexy (which means it is totally normal), and laying on the bed playing on her phone, waiting.

Tzuyu, now knowing what Dahyun wanted, walked out of the shower in just a towel wanting to tease her a bit. When she saw Dahyun in her nightgown it just further proved her suspicions. Poor Dahyun's eyes nearly popped out when she came out in the towel. "Sorry, Dahyunie. I forgot to bring my underwear in the shower."

Dahyun opened and closed her mouth a few times trying to get words out. "Oh.. it's fine." She managed to mutter. She was going to go back to mindlessly playing on her phone, but then Tzuyu suddenly dropped the towel and shuffled through her suitcase. More than likely" looking " for her underwear.

Tzuyu stole a few glances at Dahyun to make sure she was looking. Looking was an understatement. Dahyun was boring holes into her backside she was staring so hard. Tzuyu found a nice pair of red lace lined panties with sheer parts on the hip bones and a small bow on the front. When she went to put them on, she made sure to bend over in such a way the Dahyun had a clear view of everything she had. When she stood back up she put on a T-shirt that was much too short to be considered a sleep shirt. It barely covered her ass.

Tzuyu climbed into bed next to Dahyun. She nuzzled into her side peaking at what she was doing on her phone. She had no interest in the game at all though. In fact, she couldn't even tell you what it was. She just used it as a convenient excuse to get way too close to a slowly redening Dahyun. She leaned over and suddenly started pecking up and down Dahyun's neck.

"Uh... Tzu.. what are you doing?" Dahyun stammered.

Tzuyu pulled back and looked straight in her face, " Unnie tastes good."

Dahyun nearly died. She can't mean that. She can't know what she's talking about. "Wh-what?"

Tzuyu sighed. Direct approach it is. "I know why Dahyunine asked me to sleep with her. I know the members have that sort of relationship. I hear it all the time, and I am willing." Before Dahyun could open her mouth to refute it, Tzuyu grabbed her face and kissed her.

Dahyun didn't kiss back at first too shocked, but slowly melted into the kiss. When they pulled apart the first thing Dahyun said was, "Wait. You've heard us?!"

Tzuyu giggled, "When have Nayeon or Sana ever been quite, and I've definitely walked in on Sana and Jihyo 'cuddling', in bed, naked more than once." She did air quotes around the cuddling.

Dahyun dramatically threw herself around Tzuyu whining, "Oh my gosh! Not the baby! We've corrupted you."

"As if you weren't staring at my ass minutes ago. " Tzuyu moved to straddle Dahyun shaking her ass a little to prove a point. " Now, if you would, do more than stare please. "

Dahyun raised a hand, but stopped halfway " Are you sure, princess? "

"Very. Now touch me or I'm going to do it myself. "

"Yes ma'am." Dahyun moved her hand up her side from her hip feeling around the soft curves of the youngest while the back side of her other hand caressed her cheek. She pressed her lips to hers and it was sweet, innocent, almost child like.

Tzuyu wasn't having anymore of being treated like a child. She pulled Dahyun by the back of her neck and crashed her lips against hers so hard their teeth clashed. Tzuyu easily won the battle of tongues. When she pulled back she bit Dahyun's earlobe and whispered, "Don't you dare treat me like a baby."

Dahyun stared at Tzuyu. Really looked at her. Her slender yet shapely figure exuded confidence and strength on her lap. Her curves flowed seamlessly, with an elegant arch of her back that accentuated her natural beauty. The gentle contour of her hips and the subtle rise of her collarbone added to her enchanting allure. She seemed to radiant a magnetic energy even in just a simple T-shirt. What stood out as different though was her eyes. There was a certain darkness there that she'd never seen before. She wanted this.

"You're beautiful Tzu." She ran her hand up her abs lightly. She looked at Tzuyu one more time just to be sure.

Tzuyu sighed. "Go ahead and touch."

Dahyun palmed her left breast then gave it a gentle squeeze. Her chest pushed into her touch.

It was sweet. Too sweet and Tzuyu wasn't having it. She threw off her shirt and pinned Dahyun's hands to her sides. She sucked on Dahyun's neck aiming to bruise. " I said.. " She pulled down the chest part of Dahyun's nightgown and bit then sucked on her right nipple," don't treat me like a baby. "

Dahyun sucked in a breath. This is not how she planned it. "Where did you learn.." she stopped remembering Tzuyu had seen them before, "you know what never mind."

Tzuyu smirked. She put her thumb and forefinger to Dahyun's lips. "Wet," she demanded.

Dahyun sucked her fingers into her mouth content. Swirling her tongue around the pads of her fingers.

Moments later these same fingers were twisting and pulling on the nipple not occupied by Tzuyu's mouth. Making them both red, hard, and puffy. A sharp contrast to her pale skin.

Dahyun had her eyes closed, but looked down for a moment. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. Tzuyu attached to her nipple. Her own chest shining with saliva.

Tzuyu chose that moment to bite her other nipple and roll it between her teeth. Dahyun whined out in pain or pleasure she wasn't sure. She bucked her hips as much as she was able to with Tzuyu sitting on her.

"That's better princess." Something in Tzuyu snapped at hearing Dahyun whine, and she wanted to hear more of the sounds she'd make. The power going to her head a little bit.

She decided it would take far too much time to rid Dahyun of her nightgown and instead settled with having her chest exposed and skirt bunched around her waist. With that she could finally see her panties. White, of course, a little ruffly, perfect and turning slightly sheer. Tzuyu licked her lips and put her knee against her pussy hard.

Dahyun moaned and rutted against her knee. Fully losing herself in the moment.

"That's a good girl." She fiddled with the waistband of her underwear. "I think it's my turn to play with Dahyunie."

Dahyun blushed fully up to her ears, but assisted Tzuyu with removing her own underwear by lifting her hips. What she didn't expect was the kiss to her pelvis.

Tzuyu held the panties up as if inspecting them. " Pretty. I think I'll keep them. " She flung them over by her suitcase.

Dahyun was squirming now. " Unnie. " She was too lost to comprehend what she said.

Tzuyu decided she quite like it. She nipped at her inner thighs pushing her legs up over her shoulders." Let's she if the princess tastes like tofu too. "

She licked a gentle strip up her slit. She tasted delicious, and, judging by the scream Dahyun let out, she enjoyed it a lot.

Tzuyu wanted more, so she pushed her tongue into her, past her outer folds.

Dahyun grabbed Tzuyu by her hair to keep her there. She jumped suddenly when she felt teeth. Tzuyu was nibbling on her clit god help her. She couldn't have learned that by watching them. No one watches that closely without being caught.

Her train of thought was cut off when she switched from nibbling to sucking and moaning to send vibration up her spine. She was actually worried for a moment that someone would come check on the amount of screams that she just let out.

"That's right. Let everyone hear you." Tzuyu went back to sucking her clit but also quickly thrust two fingers into her. Her fingers started pistoning in and out of Dahyun rapidly. "Imagine how much better it'd feel if I had YOUR strap. Being fucked with your own strap by your sweet... Little ... Tzuyu." She punctuated each word but a particularly hard thrust.

"I can't... Unnie.. cumming." Dahyun thrashed around bucking up into Tzuyu. She let out a silent scream clenching around her fingers. It took her a moment to calm down.

"How.. how bloody much do you watch us?" Dahyun asked exhausted.

Tzuyu giggled then sucked her fingers into her mouth. "It's very often that I walk into moaning in the dorm. I wanted to know what makes all those noises. To give you a number though, you specifically, about 12 times."

"Tzuyu you little voyeur. God this will just crush Jihyo. She wanted us to keep you pure." Dahyun shook her head.

"Oh trust me I know exactly why she wants that. But that's neither here nor there. " She straddled Dahyun's right thigh. " Can I... Use your thigh Unnie? " All of her earlier bravdo was gone now and replaced by the shy girl they all thought she was.

Dahyun grabbed her hips and pulled her down. "Do what you need to baby. Let me watch you for a change," She jabbed.

Tzuyu started rocking herself back and forth slowly on her thigh. She braced herself on Dahyun's stomach.

Dahyun ran her hands under the shirt Tzuyu was still wearing for some reason and threw it off into the corner of the room. Now she had an unobstructed view of Tzuyu's red panties slowly getting darker on her, now wet, thigh.

Tzuyu's face was turning red. She was biting back moans. She got faster.

"Oh, your so cute." Dahyun sat up. She pushed her thigh up and pinched a nipple. Tzuyu threw her head back. "Look at you so desperate like a puppy."

Tzuyu was whining. It felt so good. Dahyun got dirty feeling she was now in charge here, and so her mouth started running.

" Don't you forget to ask permission princess. You're doing so good." She started guiding her hips. She kissed up her neck." Sweet little girl needs taken care of. Doesn't she?"

Tzuyu nodded panting. " Please. "

" Are you close puppy? Wanna cum? " Dahyun said with a hint of smugness.

"Can I, please Dahyunnie. " Tzuyu asked tears pricking her eyes.

"Cum for me. Let me feel it." Dahyun felt a splash of liquid hit her leg.

Tzuyu fell off Dahyun. "I feel messy." She giggled.

"Once you get your breath back we can take a bath. " Dahyun offered.

"Yes please." Tzuyu said.

Dahyun rolled over to face Tzuyu. "But before that... Where in hell did you learn all that because there is no way you've been watching us that closely."

Tzuyu laughed like really laughed. She let out one word as a response. "Shuhua."

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober day 1 - Foliage

Written in participation to Momo's unofficial 2023 Snapetober - thanks @momo-t-daye for the earthy prompt list! Will try to be consistent this year.

October 1st, 1997

Though he had cast more than a generous amount of spells on himself, some of his own making, the rustling produced by each of his movements seemed to him as though they echoed through the whole valley: they traveled to the far off mountains and then back to him with intolerable noise.

Severus glowered at the trees around him; their thinning foliage were responsible for this lack of discretion. He then lowered his gaze to the ground, stepping only on the gold, orange and red leaves, avoiding with striking expertise all the brown ones which, having had time to dry, produced the loudest sounds.

It was silly, of course. No one could hear him. But it kept his mind busy: it felt good, if frustrating.

He started counting his steps. He focused on the numbers, and the leaves. He had played these games more times than he could count these last few months, and had always lost: no effort of the mind, no challenge of the intellect was ever strong enough to conceal his aching heart to himself.

He halted.

There was the grave, tall and white and majestic. Severus was almost blinded by it – the sun shone bright that day, and the lake was, as usual, pitch black; the trees, all crimson red, detached themselves quite sharply from the sky behind them, too blue, much too bright too.

It was not beautiful, for there was no harmony between all those shades. But it was all meant to be joyful: that alone hurt terribly.

To conceal himself, Severus had circumvented the lake using a path that crossed the forest and led directly to the back of the grave, on the far left of the shore. He was about to step out onto the grass when a sound stopped him in his tracks: he froze, and his hand, below his cloak, squeezed his wand with disproportionate strength.

“I don’t know what to tell you”, a voice said, and he recognized it instantly.

It was coming from the front of the grave, not far from him.

Slowly, he leaned against the back of the monument, his expression hard and cold. He was pale, and his hands were trembling slightly.

“Every time I come here, and I don’t know what to tell you. I have cried, I have yelled, I – for Merlin’s sake, I have even pleaded with you. Now that I think of it, I do hope you have not heard or seen any of that. You know how I forget myself, when my emotions get the better of me.”

There was a pause. Severus’ gaze rested on the trees before him; it followed, with obsessive intensity, the fall of each leaf that had surrendered to the sweet autumnal breeze.

“The students are back. They have been forced to. That tells us everything we need to know about the ministry's current state of affairs. Sev-Severus… Severus is headmaster.”

He stopped breathing at the mention of his name. His eyes reverted from the trees to where Minerva’s voice was emanating from, to the left of the marble wall. He blinked several times, rapidly: the pain in his chest was, for a moment, all he could feel or think of.

“I am still… I am still waiting, Albus”, Minerva went on, and her voice was weak, fragile, completely unlike her. “I will take anything.” There was a strange noise, almost like a strangled sob. She cleared her throat. “The smallest sign. The smallest proof that you… and Severus… have some sort of greater plan.”

He was only vaguely aware of the scene before him, of the wind and the screaming buzzards above him. They were flying in a circle – he didn’t wonder why. He simply stared at the trees and saw nothing but colourful, suffocating chaos, a blurriness he did not realise was unnatural.

“I looked at him, Albus… I tried to look him in the eyes, but he avoided me… he has brought death-eaters into the castle… he says nothing. Albus; he says nothing. Why is that? You cannot have been fooled that easily. You cannot have made that sort of mistake. That would be unlike you – and what he has done, it is unlike him. I know him. I know you. I – I -”

All so red… melting and mingling and filled with a strange perfume of petrichor…

“Albus, I need you to be lying to me. The both of you.”

She let out a small whimper, and it echoed through the marble walls, unashamed. It reached Severus, and its vibration gently passed through his body.

Tears dropped to the floor, on brown leaves. He did not register their sound.

“I would survive a lie. I would survive deceit, and cunning schemes, and foolish martyrdom – I can go through it all. But, Albus…”

She rested her head against the cold white stone, and so did he, on the other side of the grave.

“I cannot bear this truth.”

[anyon-else]

Desperate Measures (The Hunger Games pt. 7) | Keigo knew that escaping into his dreams was a bad habit, but it was one he’d never been able to shake. Waking up in the arena becomes harder the better his dream is. – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader + Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Eri, Kota, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Shouto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyurozu, Ejiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido

Warnings | gn!pronouns, violence, weapons, cursing, descriptions of injuries

Word count | 4.3k

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Keigo woke up the morning before reaping day with an empty feeling in his chest.

While it wasn’t the first time, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, he couldn’t shake it as he began to go about his day. He left his house, but the empty feeling followed him out into the market. Usually, he left it at the door, and it was waiting for him when he arrived back at his house, swallowing him once again in solitude.

Today, it clung to him, leeching on his energy and leaving him feeling hollow. What was left was the uncomfortable press of deja vu, and the mental strain of grasping at memories that were just out of reach.

“Keigo, dear,” Chiyo smiled, folding her hand over her cane as he approached her stall. He gave her a nod, glancing over the her impressive collection of medicines and salves. Every day, she seemed to have gotten her hands on some new and remarkably effective medication. Keigo wouldn’t have been surprised if the old woman had black market connections. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for today?” 

“Just some burn cream,” he smiled, accepting her outstretched hand and giving it a firm squeeze. 

“Oh dear, is Touya having trouble again?” 

“He’s just stubborn,” Keigo sighed. It had been a long time since Dabi’s burn scars had given him problems, but they’d been more irritated than usual recently, “I’ll convince him to use it, don’t worry.”

“You know I can’t help it, dear. That father of his...” she breathed in slowly, shaking the words away, “well, it’s none of my business. You just make sure he uses this.” 

She pressed a generous jar of burn salve into his hands, shooing him away and greeting her next customer before he could ask what he owed her. He left the market reluctantly, not yet ready to return back home. 

"Hawks!”

Keigo turned just in time to catch Eri as she jumped into his arms with a laugh. Kota was close behind her, smiling just as wide and grabbing Keigo’s arm.

“Hey there, kiddos,” he knelt down, a hand on each of their heads, “somethin’ exciting happen?” 

Eri nodded silently, covering a giggle behind her hand. Kota leaned towards her, putting a finger to his lips with an even louder laugh. Both were peeking over their shoulders, glancing at each other and bursting into new fits of laughter each time.

“Eri! Kota! Run!” 

Both squealed and whirled around when you came barreling towards them, smile widening when you spotted Keigo. You were laughing, barely catching yourself from falling as you turned a corner sharply.

“Hawks!” Eri yelled, pulling at his pant leg with a laugh, “come on! He’s gonna get us!”

“Who–” 

“Let’s go!” 

You grabbed his hand, barely slowing down to prepare him to be pulled into a run, followed closely by Eri and Kota. He glanced back at the corner you’d all come from and saw Dabi running at you at full speed. You followed his gaze and let out a dramatic gasp, ushering Eri and Kota around a near corner and dragging Keigo with you, putting a finger to your lips both to quite the kids and yourself. You were laughing between huffs for air, peeking around the corner and giving Eri and Kota a confident thumbs up.

“We lost him!” you whispered, and Keigo couldn’t help but huff at how you managed to make your whisper louder than your usual volume.

“There’s a backway, dumbass.”

Eri turned with a screech, grabbing Kota by the hand and pulling him behind Keigo.

“Hawks! He’s gonna get us!”

Keigo took a moment to look over Dabi. He was completely soaked, water dripping from his clothes and hair to form a puddle where he stood. You laughed at the sight of him, momentarily forgetting the chase.

“You look like a wet dog,” you told him between fits of laughter.

“Eri. Kota,” Dabi was doing his best to look menacing, but it was difficult when water was still dripping from his flattened hair and darkly stained clothes. “Whose idea was this?”

“It was Y/N’s idea!” Eri leaned against Keigo’s leg, pointing back at you with wide eyes. You gasped, backing away as Dabi marched towards you. 

“Eri, you traitor!”

“Hawks will protect you!” Eri shouted confidently, pushing Hawks in front of you and running behind your legs, pulling Kota along with her.

“Oh, he will, will he?” Dabi asked with a raised brow. Keigo could see the smile that Dabi was fighting to keep from showing on his face, but he knew as well as you did that Dabi had a soft spot for Eri and Kota. Keigo made a show of blocking you and the kids behind him, backing against the wall and glaring at Dabi with a grin. 

“That’s right,” he lifted his chin, eyes bright. He could feel his stress from this morning seeping away, almost forgotten now as he picked faced his friend, both him and Dabi fighting to contain smiles. You laughed behind Keigo, letting out a quiet “oh, sorry” when Eri hushed you.

Keigo was barely able to catch himself when Dabi tackled him, wrapping an arm around his torso and wrestling him to the ground. When both were on the ground, Kota jumped on Dabi’s back with a furious cry, pulling at his shirt until Dabi sat up and attempted to reach behind him. Kota let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a squeal and a laugh, jumping from his back and dashing to Keigo’s side. 

“Nice assist, kiddo.” 

Dabi stood and glared at Kota, though he had a smile on his face as he tried to get around Keigo to tackle you and Eri. Eri squealed, holding on to your shirt as Dabi grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, protecting yours and Eri’s heads from hitting the ground. He landed with the two of you on top of him, and you rolled slightly so all of your weight was pinning him down. His vision was blocked, but he could hear your and Dabi's loud laughter.

He realized with belated certainty that he was in a dream.

Everything about these moments–the joy, the laughter, the absence of fear–it was all a sign of the past. A sign that this was a memory.

The only thing that was foreign was the intensity of his deja vu, and now his recognition that this moment wasn't real. Well, not anymore. He was in the arena, cold and desperate and wrapped up in your arms. He looked at you–at this dream-version of you–that was suddenly looking back at him like you could see through his skin and bone and into his brain. Like you could read his thoughts like words on a page. He shuddered, uncomfortable under your scrutinizing gaze for the first time in his life.

He wanted to know how to escape. He wanted to know how to stay forever. He didn't know that he could have such an intense internal battle in his subconscious mind, but here it was: the urge to run and the urge to reach out and hold you and Dabi and Eri and Kota and never let go. They fought furiously, and Keigo looked between the four familiar figures that were all now staring at him with that unfamiliar expression. One that told him that he either needed to except the dream as his reality while he could, or wake up and leave the memory unchanged and untainted.

He decided to stay. Moving back into the space of the memory felt as easy as breathing. Suddenly, he was laughing again. Suddenly, he was free from the games. For just one night, he forgot his present and dove head-first into his past.

"Do you think we'll eventually be able to move somewhere new?"

Keigo had been caught off guard the first time you'd asked that question. Moving out of one's district was almost unheard of, and the rare cases of it happening were usually either related to the games, or a specific trade. He'd never heard of anyone leaving their district just because they felt like it.

Now, thought, he was used to the question. It was a familiar dream that you shared with him, and one that he found himself ruminating on often.

I live outside of District Eight. A life outside of Panem.

A life of freedom.

"If there's a way," Keigo took your hand, guiding you towards him until you were standing between his legs, "we'll figure it out."

"You're very sweet to indulge me," you teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding on and pressing you as close as he could. When you straightened, he buried his face in your stomach, sighing against your skin as you ran a hand gently through his hair. It had been a while since he'd cut it last, but he liked the feeling of you running your fingers through it now that it was longer.

"Do you think I deserve to leave?"

Your grip tightened on Keigo, and he closed his eyes when he felt you tug gently at his hair. The days before the Reaping always brought back unpleasant memories of his parents, of his father telling him that he should volunteer as tribute and either win and bring home some money, or die and quit being a burden on them.

It was the only thing they remembered his father saying to him before he was arrested for illegal distribution of pain medication. The charges were based on a tip that Keigo gave the peacekeepers.

On the day of his father's death one year later, he found his mother mother in their kitchen, a empty, unprescribed bottle of pain reliever clutched in her hand.

He hadn't been sorry about it then. He still couldn't find it in himself to grieve.

"You know the answer, Keigo," you told him softly, gentle with him even as you tugged at his hair to force him to meet your eyes, "you know you deserve better than this."

He shook his head, taking your hands and lacing his fingers through yours. They were beginning to tremble, and he tried in vain to still them before you noticed.

"I want to give you a big house," he whispered into your stomach, forehead pressing into your ribs, "and a nice garden. We can grow our own food. And Dabi can cook for us. Eri will take care of us when we're old and decrepit."

"You would trust Dabi in the kitchen?" you laughed, leaning over him when he pulled you forward, pulling you onto the bed until you were hovering over him, pressing his hands to the bed and leaning in to press your forehead to his.

"No," he grinned, "but we can teach him. He'll practice."

"Hm," you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I like this life you're planning for us. Sounds like we won't have to do anything."

"Mhm. Just laze around day after day."

"You know you'd get bored," another kiss to his cheek.

"Not with you there," he spoke lowly.

"Sounds like a peaceful life," another to his jaw.

"I think some peace would do us a lot of good."

"Yeah," you smiled, pressing your hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, feeling like putty in your hands. "I'm sorry, Keigo."

"Hm?" he opened his eyes, though it was hard to do much else when you ran a hand gently through his hair, nails scraping over his scalp. "Why are you sorry."

"I wish we could stay here," you said, and he felt a twinge of discomfort. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go. He knew this moment; it was as familiar to him as his own reflection, but this wasn't part of it.

"We can," he whispered.

"No, my love," you shook your head, pressing your forehead against his and taking a deep breath, "you have to wake up."

"No, I–"

"Win," you interrupted him, voice soft and so, so gentle. He wanted to scream. He wanted to stay, "come back to me."

Day six of the 74th annual Hunger Games

Keigo woke from his dream disoriented, squinting his eyes against harsh sunlight and covering his face with a dry, calloused hand. It was the cold shock if his palm on his cheek that reminded him of where he was. He felt the soft blanket he was wrapped in, as well as the shirt that he’d used as a pillow, but when he reached to the side he felt nothing but cold, hard concrete. 

He rolled over, opening his eyes and scanning the empty spot where you’d fallen asleep next to him the night before. Your undershirt was still balled up as a makeshift pillow next to him, and the blanket that you'd shared was draped over around shoulders. Your space on the ground was just as cold as the rest of the concrete.

“If you don’t let me look at it, it’ll get infected,” he heard your voice not too far away, impatient and exasperated. “You were the one who grabbed the blade, idiot.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you were holding it to my fuckin’ throat,” Bakugo growled. Keigo groaned, sitting up at the same time that Shouto told Bakugo to quit being difficult. His eyes were slow to adjust to the light, and his mind was even slower to shift from recalling his pleasant dream to understanding where he was. When he was finally able to comprehend the scene in front of him, he almost laughed. 

You had apparently convinced Bakugo to let you dress the wound on his hand after seeing the condition it was in after three days of letting it sit unwashed and exposed. Bakugo was facing away from you, hand held out and scowl etched into his face, deep and clearly unhappy with his current position.

Midoriya was peeking over your shoulder, watching you melt snow between your hands to clean the wound.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"If you would sit still for more than two seconds, maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad."

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt so bed if you had steadier hands!"

Bakugo watched you wrap the cut on his palm with the torn fabric from his shirt. Keigo was almost reminded of Kota, stubbornly refusing your help after he scraped his knee during a heated game of tag.

"Alright, just don't get dirt in it and you'll be fine."

"I was fine before," Bakugo grumbled, but he studied your work and flexing his hand carefully, turning his palm over and looking at the meticulous way you had wrapped and tied the cloth. Keigo couldn't help a smug smile; maybe Bakugo wasn't the rabid animal that he'd been during the interviews.

"Hey!" Midoriya perked up when he saw Keigo beginning to stand. "We decided that we should start moving today. Maybe see where the other tributes are."

"Really?" he furrowed his brows. He would've thought that waiting it out a while longer would be a better strategy; avoiding conflict until the other tributes had weeded each other out had been his plan—especially with Toga and Jin still running around with a grudge. He glanced at you, looking for confirmation. You just shrugged.

"They seem pretty set on it."

There was something about the scene in front of him that seemed so familiar. Maybe it was the fact that Shoto was sitting next to you that reminded him of home, but he couldn't help the nostalgia that rushed into him in waves. He'd been wanting to see the boy alive and well for so many years, for Dabi's sake as much as his own, but this wasn't how he'd wanted it to happen.

He hoped Enji was watching. He hoped he regretted it.

"Alright," he sighed, brushing the dirt from his hair and stretching with a quiet groan, "I don't see why not."

"Great," Midoriya jumped to his feet, moving towards the pile that the three boys had made of their supplies and shuffling through them, "since we all agree, we should head out."

You glanced at Keigo as the others followed Midoriya, collecting their things and putting on their layers. They sure are in a rush to get moving.

"We'll go this way," Midoriya said with finality, pointing towards a grouping of buildings to the north. You shrugged, and Bakugo grunted his assent.

Shouto fell into step with you and Keigo as you began following the others, staying silent as he listened to your chatter about the remaining tributes. Eventually you both fell into silence, and you took a moment to glance at Shoto.

He had certainly grown since you last saw him. His hair was longer, almost covering the upper part of his scar, and he was much taller—he had barely reached Keigo's height when he left. Now he had a couple of inches on him.

But he still looked like Shoto. He looked like the same kid who used to ask you and Keigo to help him drag Dabi to the park, and then rope all three of you into a game of hide and seek. The same kid who loved to ride on Keigo's shoulders and tell him to chase you and Dabi around like the captain of his own little ship.

But he didn't look as happy as before. He'd put on muscle training for the games, and you hadn't seen him smile once since you'd reunited.

You were worried about him.

"Congratulations."

You blinked, looking up and meeting Shoto's eyes once you'd broken out of your daze.

"Huh?"

"On the engagement," he clarified, nodding towards the ring on your finger. Your eyes widened, and you adjusted the jewel so that the stone was centered.

"Thank you," you said softly, glancing at Keigo. He was staring at the ground, a mixture of emotions on his face. He caught your eye and gave you a small, forced smile as he laced his fingers through yours.

"I remember when you bought that ring."

Keigo looked up, staring at Shoto with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I remember Touya telling me about it," Shouto shrugged, "you took him, right? To help you find it."

"I...yeah, I guess I did."

"He told me about it when he came home that night," Shouto said fondly. "He was really happy for you."

You pictured Keigo and Dabi looking through different rings, discussing your taste in jewelry and struggling to find the perfect one. You almost laughed imagining them arguing about it in the middle of the shop.

You missed Dabi. You missed your home.

"Is he...is my family okay?"

You tensed, and you saw Keigo stiffen beside you.

What went unsaid in that question was, is my father still hurting them?

"They're okay," Keigo responded, meeting Shouto's eyes and giving him a firm nod, "they're safe."

Shouto let out a long breath and nodded back, shoulders dropping as some of the tension drained from his shoulders.

"Hey! Bakugo!"

You and Keigo jumped back at the voice, and you grabbed Shoto's arm to drag him with you.

"Wait, it's–"

"Calm down, idiots," Bakugo grumbled when he saw your and Keigo's expressions. You both had hands on your weapons, and you probably looked ready to bolt at a moment's notice. You glared at Bakugo as he strode towards the voice, looking very unalarmed by the newcomer.

"It's fine," Shoto said to you and Keigo, "that's Kirishima. We know him."

You gave him a bewildered look, then glanced back at Keigo.

If Kirishima was their ally, then your group now made up half of the tributes. That meant that, once the others were gone, you'd have to fight it out amongst yourselves. You weren't exactly keen to go up against Bakugo and Midoriya, and from what you'd seen, Kirishima could handle himself well in a fight.

And Shoto...well, you hoped that he'd support you and Keigo if it came down to the six of you.

"Mina?" you heard Midoriya ask nervously, looking around for Kirishima's partner. You glanced behind you, knife still resting safely in your hand. Keigo didn't look very reassured by Shoto's claim of an alliance. He was probably thinking the same thing you were.

As far as strategies went, this one wasn't very practical. Large groups never worked well, even before the infighting started.

Their mentors must have told them that.

"Oh, she's just...she should be right behind me," Kirishima said, turning around to look for the pink-haired girl, "yo, Mina! Where'd you go?"

"Here!"

You saw her hair before you saw her face. It popped from behind a few bushes, curled on top of her head like she'd styled it carefully that morning. When she came into view, she had a wide smile on her face—in all honesty, the positivity practically radiating from her was very refreshing.

Seven. That was more than half of the remaining tributes.

"What happened?" Midoriya asked eagerly, reaching towards Mina and pulling her into a tight hug. The girl giggled, lifted her feet as Midoriya pulled her off of the ground.

"We'll tell you later," Kirishima said, finaly spotting you and Keigo beside Shoto, "what're they doing here?"

"They're with me," Shoto said, taking a subtle step in front of you.

It seemed unnecessary, as Kirishima accepted the answer with a shrug and turned back to Bakugo.

"And?" Bakugo asked impatiently. "The edge?"

"Oh, it hurts like hell, man. Almost killed me."

"Well why'd you touch it, dumbass?"

"I didn't mean to! I didn't see it."

"I did!" Mina interjected, raising her hand happily, "and I tried to warn him, but he just ran right into it. I thought I was gonna hafta give 'im CPR, but he just popped right up after. The guy's indestructible, I swear."

"Don't tell him that, or he'll start doing stupid shit to see if he can take it."

Kirishima pouted, then let out a shout when Bakugo wrapped an arm around his neck and held him at his hip, laughing maniacally as Kirishima struggled.

They seemed...really close.

"They're our allies," Shoto said when he saw you and Keigo's bewildered expressions.

"Pretty big group you've got here, Sho."

"It's–"

"Ejiro, look out!"

The shout came at the same time that you heard a screech. You watched in near slow-motion as Mina's body hit the ground. There was an arrow sticking from her shoulder, and she groaned as Kirishima lifted her up to run her towards cover.

Bakugo and Midoriya were already racing towards the source of the arrow, and you and Keigo followed Shoto when he lifted his bow and pointed it in their general direction. He stalked forward, slow enough that he'd be able to stop and shoot at a shout from his allies.

"You're all idiots!" you heard someone shout, and you recognized the accent from the interviews. It was unmistakably someone from district one, which meant...

"Calm down, Momo."

The girl had come into view now, panting as she pointed an arrow at Midoriya. Shoto spoke calmly, as if he was taming a wild animal.

"No," Momo laughed, "no, this is not what the games are for. This isn't what we trained for! For years, we've known that we were going to go into this together, Shoto! Why are you throwing away your opportunity–"

"Shut the fuck up," Bakugo growled, taking a step forward and stopping when Midoriya held a hand in front of him, "you don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Cameras, Momo," Shoto said, pointing at the general surrounding area and keeping his eyes locked on his partner's. She finally looked at him, then she locked eyes with you and Keigo.

"The couple, right?" she laughed, "they roped you into their little group too?"

You narrowed your eyes, watching the girl laugh again and glare back at Bakugo and Midoriya.

"This is fucked," she said, "you're all gonna die, you know. None of you are going to win."

"Jesus," Bakugo muttered, turning towards Shoto, "just kill her, Todoroki. She should already be dead."

"You can still join our group, Momo," Shoto said, just as stoic as always.

"I don't want anything to do with you. I thought...I thought we would be allies, but you just..."

Shoto looked moments from loosing his arrow. Like if she said the wrong word, he'd loosen his fingers.

Despite how frantic she seemed, Momo looked steadier than Shoto. Her stance was expert, and her eyes were narrowed in a way that screamed precision. If she had a target, she'd hit it. You could feel it in the way she stared at Shoto.

Then she moved, and the arrow was suddenly pointed towards Keigo.

"You're both idiots too, you know," she laughed. "It was cute and all, the whole 'engagement' thing. Smart. But it won't get you anywhere."

You took a step towards Keigo, but he blocked you. His eyes were hard as he stared Momo down.

"This game should be fair," she snapped, her gaze and her arrow back on Shoto, "and I won't let you drag those two down with you."

She was going to shoot Shoto.

You moved before Keigo could stop you, knocking Shoto to the ground as the arrow flew over both of your heads. It gave Bakugo the chance to leap towards Momo, knife at her neck and lips pulled back in a snarl.

"Are you okay?" you asked Shoto breathlessly, moving off of him and letting him sit up in a daze.

"Yeah," he sighed, "thanks."

"Todoroki!" Bakugo shouted from behind you, "if you don't tell me to stop in the next five seconds, I'm ending this!"

You saw the conflict in Shoto's head. You saw the pain pass through his gaze. Then it disappeared, and he turned towards the others.

"Kill her."

Momo's pleas for mercy were silenced, and the canon sounded above like it had been shot from the depths of hell.

Author's note | man it's been ages since i wrote for this series. i got a burst of inspiration and i'm hitting a lull with the kakashi series so i might pick them both up and post for them at the same time.

i hope everyone enjoys this chapter! i'm sorry for the slow updates. i love writing this series, as well as the kakashi series, but to be honest it's hard to stay motivated when i'm getting so little traction. if you're enjoying the story, please let me know! hearing from people really makes me so so happy, and knowing that people are actually reading what i write and getting something out of it is a huge motivator. anyways, thank you for reading!

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Demons In My Head

Demiurge [Overlord] x F!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence, smut, deviation from canon.

When Yggdrasil shut down Momonga wasn’t the only one left behind, you were trapped there with him, as the world shifted and all the NPCs came to life. Trapped in Nazarick with an NPC you’ve always had a crush on, what will you do with your new life?

Hearing a soft ping I looked up from where I’d been reading on the floor to pass the time, a new message flashed at the corner of my vision. Sighing I opened it, at least whoever it was had been courteous enough to let me know they weren’t coming.

[Momonga] Just logging in now, sorry I’m so late!

I smiled softly and dismissed the message, no point in messaging him back when you could speak in person in a moment. Seeing the familiar glow that signified one of my guild-mates logging in I pushed to my feet, ready to greet Momonga one last time. “Hey Momo.” I smiled up at the litch. “I’m glad you came.” “Hey Rip.” He nodded his head, and you were sure he was smiling back. “Sorry, I got caught up and it took me longer than I thought to get here. Did I miss everyone?” My chest tightened and I shook my head. “You’re the only one so far Momo.” “Oh.” He drummed his bony fingers against his chin. “Maybe they’ve been and gone? How long have you been here?” “Since midday.” My voice was flat, claws picking at the edges of my armour. “I don’t think they’re coming…” “I’m sure they’d have been here if they could. C’mon, we’ve still got a couple of hours, shall we go and say goodbye to everyone?” I blinked at his outstretched arm for a moment, not sure what he meant, until I remembered the NPCs of Nazarick, those lovingly created by the guild.  “That sounds lovely, Lord Momonga.” I answered softly, glad for once that the game limited my expressions. “Indeed, Lady Riptide. Shall we head to the first floor and then work our way back down?” “Makes sense, I’d like to end things in the Throne room. It just feels right.” Momonga nodded, teleporting the both of you to the top floor. I eyed the rickety bridge while Momonga looked around for Shaltear, neatly teleporting to the other side with a huff. “Still not a fan of heights Rip?” “Nope, besides, Shaltear is over this way.” I called, making my way towards the Vampire’s usual spot. “Floor two, numbnuts.”

Saying goodbye to the fourth floor pulled at something painful in my chest. The Underground Lake had been my domain, though the main guardian was Gargantua, there were monsters of my own creation in the lake itself. They weren’t true NPCs in the way the others were, my skills hadn’t quite been up to par for that, but they did a good job of picking off a few of the fools who made their way this far down. Besides, Ulbert had insisted that my aesthetics fit this floor the most. The next few floors were easier, at least until we reached the seventh. “This was always my favourite.” I sighed, running my fingers over the back of the white throne. “Really? I thought it was the lake?” Momonga hummed. “Nah, that was where Ulbert thought I fit best, but I do really like fire. And this place is so beautiful, he used to chase me out of here all the time. Told me Kelpies shouldn’t stay in hot places long, and to stop ogling his creation.” I laughed, gently patting Demiurge on the shoulder. “Do you think he knew Demi was my favourite NPC?” There was a low rumble of laughter from Momo beside me. “No. None of us would ever have guessed that.” Meanwhile Demiurge was practically vibrating with delight. His Lady, one of the Supreme Beings, favoured him above any other? He couldn’t think of a greater honour. And she even deigned to touch him? Him, a lowly servant. But why were the two remaining Supreme Beings speaking as if they were leaving? It couldn’t be.

Finally we made it to the tenth floor once again. I brought up the menu, glancing over the time. “Ten minutes left.” I sighed, glancing to where Momonga was over with Albedo, looking over something in her description. “You two going to need some time alone? Remember, this place has rules against R rated actions!” “Oi!” I laughed, happily settling on the floor to wait for the final countdown. As the last thirty seconds started to tick down I looked up at Momonga once more, surprised to find that he’d settled himself on the throne. Pushing to my feet I went to join him, perching on the arm, glad that I couldn’t feel how uncomfortable it probably was. “Hey Momo, after this… do you… do you think we can still keep in touch?” “Of course we can Rip.” I hoped he could tell how happily I was smiling at him, I’d used the emote but it didn’t seem enough to convey how truly happy and grateful I was to have his friendship in all this. Gently resting one of my own hands over his boney one I watched the last few moments of the clock count down, bracing myself for the unpleasant sensation of rejection from the gear. “5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” I closed my eyes,ready for the last moments of the game… but then nothing happened. No unpleasant zap in my brain to signify I’d been forcibly disconnected, no sudden feeling of nausea as I came back to the real world. Nervously opening my eyes I glanced around, expecting to see the darkness of my headset only to be greeted by the equally startled face of Momonga. “Did we get the time wrong?” I asked, looking around. “No… I don’t think so… wait, Rip, your mouth is moving.” Momo answered, his eyes flashing green at me. “So is yours!” I yelped, “really moving, not the standard animations. Holy shit, Momo, are we in the game? I swear I saw an anime like this, but if you died in the game you died in real life? Do you think that’s what’s happening here? We’ve been Isekai’d into a game. Oh, I hope we still have all our skills…” “Rip, breathe, we can work this out.” Momonga sighed, gently patting my shoulder to try and distract me from my racing mind. “Lord Momonga? Lady Riptide? Has something happened?” I whirled at the sound of Albedo’s voice, blinking up at her. “It is nothing to worry about Albedo. Could you gather the floor guardians? I believe something has changed here. Sebas-” he paused just long enough for the man to appear “-go and scout the exterior of Nazarick, see if you can determine what has changed.”

[Riptide] Holy shit Momo, how are you so cool right now? I’m still kind of freaking out.

[Momonga] I hadn’t noticed. Don’t worry. I’ll work things out for now. Looks like we still have our skills.

[Riptide] Thanks Momo <3

Time passed almost smoothly after that, once my panic died down I managed to settle back into my old role as vice-leader of the guild, though there were pitfalls that came with our new existence. The burning temple, which normally brought me great solace, made my skin dry out too quickly, and for the first time your expressions were truly visible on my face. It had taken weeks for me to stop blushing whenever you saw Demiurge, my skin taking on a deeper blue-grey tinge whenever I remembered what I’d said to him when we thought we were saying goodbye to the tomb, or how he’d spoken about me when Momonga had asked how the Guardians felt about the two of you. But I’d finally got over that, I could face him like a normal person now, even give orders when I needed to. At least I thought I was over it.

I’d been relaxing in the lake when a group of adventurers made their way into the tomb. I don’t know how they got past Shaltear or the Grave, though I had seen Shaltear chasing after Albedo earlier. They weren’t exactly hard to dispose of either, though I guess I had a bit of a home-field advantage in the water. Still, the encounter had left me dirty and a little sore, one of them had tried to ride me, clearly seeing a horse and thinking nothing of it. Shuddering at the memory I sank into my bath, letting the warmth of the water soothe me. At least until someone knocked at my door. “Come in!” I called out, not thinking anything of it. Momonga had been in here enough times while I soaked, he’d gotten over it fast enough, the water was dark and as it happened having a Kelpie as a guildmate meant spending way more time with them in water than either of us had bargained for, at least until we could get hold of an artefact that helped. Except that wasn’t Momonga, instead standing in your room with a pink dusting on his ears was Demiurge. With a startled yelp I sank under the water, only letting the top of my head and my eyes peek out over the surface. Until I remembered the Demiurge shaped plushie on my bed, the one Albedo had so kindly made for me (after only the briefest of disgusted looks). Another burbled yelping noise and I’d practically flown across the room, landing on the bed on top of the plush. “Lady Riptide? Is everything quite alright?” I blinked at Demiurge, noticing the way he refused to look at me, and the red tinge staining his face. Then I looked down. Oh yeah, still naked. Oh shit, still naked. With a squeak I grabbed a pillow, using it to shield as much of my body as I could. “I had heard some insects made their way down to the fourth level my Lady, I wished to express my deepest apologies that something of that kind would happen. And to promise my Lady that Shaltear will be duly punished for abandoning her post.” I sighed, it was irritating to be attacked, but it had been decent practice at least. And it wasn’t bad enough for whatever punishment you thought Demiurge had put together. “It’s alright Demi, it wasn’t that much bother.” I waved a hand tiredly. “They weren’t much more than practice dummies in the end.” “Then allow me to accept punishment for seeing you like this Lady Riptide. Perhaps you should pluck out my eyes?” He was kneeling before the bed now, head bowed and hand over his chest. “No! No, Demi. It’s fine! I should have checked who it was before asking you to come in, and even then, you came in because I told you to. If anything I should be apologising to you for seeing me in this state!”  Demiurge glanced up, his ears wiggling slightly and tail thumping against the floor as he looked at me once more. “Oh no my Lady! You are a most wondrous sight to behold, one the eyes of a mere servant aren’t fit to see.” “I… I wouldn’t say that.” I murmured, clutching the pillow a little tighter to myself. “I, um, I wouldn’t punish you for seeing me…” “I am honoured my Lady. If that is the case, would I be forgiven for asking a question?” He murmured, still not quite able to keep his eyes on me. I nodded nervously, something about him kneeling there fully clothed while I was still sat here naked stirring a fire in my stomach. The effects of which I was almost sure he could smell, if the excitable thrashing of his tail was any indication. “The item I saw on your bed earlier, that wouldn’t be-” “So what if it was?” I gasped, cutting him off. “Then I would be most honoured Lady Riptide, and I would happily offer my Lady my services should she ever be in need.” His ears were bright red, but he was finally looking at me, smirk fixed back on his lips. I dropped the pillow in shock, my heart racing in my chest. “You would?! Do you understand what you’re saying?” “Of course my Lady. Though if you are displeased by the thought…” He stood and turned towards the door, only to freeze when I called out to him. My mind was racing almost as fast as my heart. Was it even ethical to ask this of him? I was technically his superior, but he had offered… And he looked so eager… “Then… then perhaps I might wish to make good on that offer. If you wish.” “Nothing would please me more Lady Riptide. After all, I am your favourite, am I not?” His voice was practically a purr, one that went straight to the fire now building in my stomach. “I… yes.” I breathed, leaning back on the bed as he prowled over me. “If you’re sure…” “My Lady, I do not think I have been more sure of anything since I took over guardianship of the seventh floor.” I sighed out a breath, leaning back slightly as I allowed him to crawl over my body. He paused over me, tail flicking behind him and head cocked as if asking for permission. My knees squeezed against his hips, neck stretching out almost involuntarily. “Please Demi.” Demiurge almost purred, his head dipping to nip at my neck. I let out a breathy gasp, my body arching up into his. I could feel his claws running down my sides, reminding me once more just how naked I was compared to him. His tongue flicked over my gills, sending a strange ripple through my body as I clawed at his suit, trying to pull the offending layers from his body. Chuckling darkly Demiurge pressed himself up on his knees, stripping himself much more quickly than I ever would have been able to. I licked my lips as I watched his skin reveal itself, his body broader and more muscular than I would have imagined under all that material. My eyes widened as he caught me staring, his mouth pulling up into a wicked smirk, finally removing the last of his clothing and settling between my thighs. “Now my lady, allow me to worship you.” I didn’t get a chance to reply, not when his mouth was on me sending fire through my veins. My hips bucked up against his tongue, claws shredding the sheets beneath me as I writhed against his ministrations. I wanted to cant my head back and close my eyes to enjoy the sensation, but something about watching him made me unable to look away. He was watching me so intently, registering every twitch and gasp and repeating the motions that made it happen, I couldn’t not watch him. At least until my orgasm crashed over me, in a flood of electricity and a flutter of ripped cloth and feathers as I tore into the bed. I tried to call his name, wanting nothing more than to let him know how good he’d made me feel, but only gibberish came out, my brain fried by the pleasure coursing through me. 

As I trembled with the aftershocks Demiurge lifted his head, his mouth glistening with the remnants of his feast. “Now now My Lady, I hope you aren’t tired already. We’ve only just begun.” He grinned, crawling up my body to press his lips to mine, letting me taste myself on him - like fresh water and vegetation. I purred against his lips, careful not to let my claws dig into his skin as I ran my hands down the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex under my touch. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him into me. “It’ll take more than that to tire me out Demi.” I chuckled against his neck, letting my sharp teeth scrape against his skin. “Do your best, hmm?”

[bicheetopuff]

momojirou?

Ship it

1. What made you ship it?

I really like ships where characters have an opposite vibe but very complimentary personalities. I feel like Momo and Jiro really understand each other despite such different upbringings and interests.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I like that one the surface they’re polar opposite. Jiro has more of a punk style while Yaomomo is more preppy. Jiro is pretty gender nonconforming in her style and build while Momo is hyperfeminine in her style and build. Same with their hero costumes.

I also love them a lot as separate characters Jiro is my favorite bnha girl mainly cuz I relate to her a lot. I grew up a musician as well and no matter how much praise I got for my music, I didn’t have much confidence in my writing. She also kinda influenced me to drop out of music school which sounds so bad, I know but, she sees music as a hobby that she loves. Not a profession. Making it a profession takes the fun out of it and her character just really resonated with me in that front.

This is a bit more personal but, I relate to Momo too cuz I grew up in a more closed off environment and I was just really tone deaf for a lot of things for a really long time. I used to think I was better and smarter than I actually was because my family influenced me to think that way because I went to school in a more privileged district. I got humbled and de-conditioned myself when I hit high school which I’m grateful for. Also I relate heavily to boys and men over-sexualizing me cuz I was more curvy as a POC in a mostly white middle and high school. I was seen as more of an object of the rich white boys forbidden fetish instead of a peer. I feel like Momo has a similar issue too but I think she just accepted it given her and Kendo’s internship which makes me a little sad. I hope hori brings that up later but I don’t have much hope for that cuz we know how hori treats his female cast… well with Hagakure finally getting a costume, I have a little more faith that he’ll hit that topic.

But yeah, with the mix of Jiros low self esteem and Momos confidence I think they mix well. Plus Jiros brash sarcasm and Momos eloquence is a good mix as well. They learn a lot from each other.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don’t think so. Maybe that I think Momo is anti-capitalist despite her upbringing. I feel like her and Jiro would have a greatest showman moment where she’d leave her wealthy lifestyle behind because maybe she feels like she can’t be a true hero until she brings down the manipulative and oppressive system that she grew up benefiting from. I know that’s super political but… most of bnha is political.

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[the-castle-of-dimitrescu]

A little thing for @momos-abs that I've had running about in my head for a few days.

Enjoy, dear! Thank you for the request!

Pairing is Fem!Reader x Alcina, cute and fluffy 😊

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Your breath was held in your throat as a smile tugged painfully at your lips. You could hear Alcina's voice from downstairs, her sweet calls for you as you hid, tucked away in the wardrobe in her bedroom. The space was perfect for you to fit, seeing as you were so lithe and skinny from years of growing up in the remote Village, so whenever you'd had the urge to tease Alcina incessantly for hours, you always hid in her wardrobe.

Your favorite part about hiding in her wardrobe was being found.

Sometimes it only took a few minutes, sometimes in took well over an hour. It truly depended on Alcina's mood, and if she somehow encouraged the girls to search for you as well.

So far you hadn't heard the buzzing of their flies, so you safely assumed Alcina was still looking for you on her own.

"Come now, little pet... There's no use in hiding from me." Alcina's voice called out from the base of the stairwell, making you suck in a breath and steady your pulse.

This was the exciting part of the chase.

If she found you, you could usually run past her, slipping just out of her reach, and make your way to another room in the castle.

You figured the wine tasting room to be your next hiding spot if Alcina wrenched the doors of the wardrobe open.

You sat and waited, your smile never leaving your lips.

"Such a nimble little thing you are, darling... Escaping from my grasp as you have. But do try not to test my patience, little love." Alcina cooed from down the hall, her footsteps coming closer to her chambers. "Even I have limits, darling. And my patience wears thin."

To anyone else, the threat in her voice would have made them shudder and reveal themselves, but you were used to Alcina's teasing. Knew that she would never hurt one that she cared deeply for.

And so you waited.

The door to her bedroom opened, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and it took everything in you not to giggle as she walked about the room.

"I can hear your heart beating, pet... Come out, come out wherever you are." She chuckled, her voice a melody you could listen to forever. "If you come out willingly, darling, I'll forgive your teasing jabs... But if you don't, I suppose I'll have to punish you when I find you."

The wardrobe opened and you squealed with delight, dodging just out of her reach as her hand grabbed for you.

You booked it from her bedroom, hearing her laughter as you ran down the hall, ducking into one of the many hidden passageways that dotted the castle's interior, using them to your advantage to escape your pursuing lover.

"Draga, you test my patience and my love with this foolish little game of dragon and mouse!" She called after you, her voice ricocheting off the stone walls before reaching your ears.

"Just admit that you're having just as much fun as I am, Alci! You don't have to be so serious about catching me!" You replied with a giggle, descending the hidden stairs that would lead you down into the cellar, and the wine room just beyond.

The stairs ended at the back end of the cellar, conveniently close to the wine room.

You trudged across the stone floor, mindful of any noises you made, as the Moroaicǎ were typically patrolling the cellar because it was dark and damp, being the perfect are for them during daylight hours.

You were almost to the wine room when you heard that guttural growl, sending every hair on your body upright.

You turned and saw the menacing creature, with three more standing behind it. The cleaver in its hand raised as if to strike at you.

You screamed, booking it down the final stretch of the hallway towards the wine room, desperately trying to keep ahead of the vile creatures.

Just as you reached the door, you felt the stinging cut that ran the length of your back, close enough to your spine to hurt, but not enough to sever the vertebrae. You pushed your way into the room and slammed the door, locking it behind you as you took tentative steps back.

The smell of blood filled your nostrils, and you winced as you took a breath, feeling the blade wedged into your skin.

Tears welled in your eyes as a shuddering cry left your lips. You moved to the corner of the room and dropped to the floor, careful not to jostle the blade in your back.

You sat for several minutes, sniffling and wiping the tears from your face, blood staining the back of your blouse, before the familiar sound of heels clicking against the stone caught your ears.

"Y/N! Are you alright?! Where are you?!" Alcina's deep voice boomed, her worry clearly evident as she came closer to the door, no doubt following the scent of your blood.

You were about to answer when you heard the door handle jiggling, clearly not strong enough to be Alcina, but enough to frighten you nonetheless. A cry left you again, alerting the Moroaicǎ outside the door, and also Alcina, who let out a scream of her own.

You don't know what happened after that. All you can remember is that, within a matter of seconds, the sounds outside had ended and Alcina was kneeling in front of you, her golden eyes scanning every inch of your body.

She must have seen the blade in your back, because with gentle hands, she removed the offending object and gathered you in her arms, carrying you out of the cellar and back up the two flights of stairs that lead to her bedroom.

She sat you down on her vanity and peeled your ruined shirt from your torso, a sharp intake of breath the only sound she made as she assessed the wound on your back.

Reaching into one of the drawers, she grabbed a small vial and popped the cork, letting it hover just over your back.

"This may sting a bit, sweetling. Just breathe." She instructed, and you did, taking a deep breath before she slowly poured the green liquid over your wound.

You hissed, you couldn't help it, but within a few moments the pain was gone and replaced with a gentle tingling that was soothing to your aching muscles. Once Alcina was pleased with the closing wounds, she wrapped her right arm around your waist, pulling you close to her chest, her chin coming to rest on your shoulder as she met your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

"Caught you, little mouse." She hummed, bringing the smile back to your face.

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

Hello there! 🎁 and 🤔 for the fanfic writer game. Also, congratulations on your last fic! It was a sweet sappiness one.

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

Thank you anon!

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

That'd be too scary! XD I would constantly worry about writign characters in-character and wanting to make sure everythign si tied up by the end.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

This comes from a fic I've been working on on-and-off.

Recently I have thought to leave for a while/take a break from, as I've come to feel it contains themes I'm not really qualified to tackle (in this case, how those who are in helping positions deal with feelings of failure towards those they're supposed to help), or maybe I'm just overthinking it. Even so, I'd like to share a part of it with you all and see what you think:

“Our house is gone.” The woman’s voice cracked, the flatness edging closer to something raw.

Momo can’t look away as Tomohito’s mother finally raises her head to her. Stands of dirt caked hair fall from what’s left of her bun, landing on her torn yukata. Her lips are part and quiver with a repressed sob. Momo’s clamors to say something, anything to reassure this woman. “I--”

“It’s all gone.” Her sorrow simmers to an anger that makes Momo’s gut churn and the blood drain from her face. The woman’s eyes are ablaze as they leak tears, and her lips are drawn into an ugly grimace. “How could you let this happen?”

 “I—”

“Why did this happen? Seiko-san warned the officers about these monsters days ago, but you ignored her, and now she’s dying!”

By now, heads were turning in the direction of Momo and Tomohito’s mother. This didn’t deter her in the slightest as she continued. “You have the power to protect all us! Why didn’t you come sooner? Why did Tomohito have to be like this? Why did any of us have to be like this? We’re not a lower district, we should’ve been protected!”

Momo’s eyes burn with the threat of tears and her throat constricts. The world spins around her, tumbling all the thoughts rushing through her mind. The kido beneath her hands stutters, almost completely vanishing at one point. She bows her head. “I-I’m sorry, I really am. We tried to --”

The woman cuts her off with sound between a scoff and a choked-up gasp. “That’s all you have? An apology?! Our homes are gone, but you get to go back to behind the walls and sleep well tonight, don’t you?” She raises her son’s hand, her grip so tight she may leave bruises on his knuckles. “You’re supposed to save all of us! Why didn’t you?!”

“Oi.”

They both startle at the interjection. Momo blinks, trying to regain her senses, barely able to let out breaths from her parted lips. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or worried that Toshiro had come over to them.

What little color is in the mother’s face drains at seeing a captain standing before her. Her lips remain open as if to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Is there a problem here?” Toshiro asks.

Momo finds her voice. “E-Everything’s fine, Captain.”

Her childhood friend ignores her, staring at the mother. Momo’s surprised by the severity in his glare, looking as though a blizzard raged through them. He's as imposing as some Soul make Shinigami out to be, beings that stood above them and were a force to be reckoned with.

“I-I didn’t mean to cause o-offense,” the woman stammers out.

Toshiro maintains his gaze for a moment longer before sliding it to Momo. She could almost crumble at their eyes finally meeting, but not from the anger behind his. He looks her over, from her head to her quivering hands, and his fleeting concern sends a pang through her chest.

After a beat, he sighs through his nose and softens his gaze as he turns back to the mother. While not glaring anymore, he remains stoic. “I’m certain you didn’t.” He bows. “I'm sorry we did not arrive sooner. Our Fourth Division are excellent healers, they will be able to restore your son and all those injured today back to full health. I have also made an urgent request to have a team sent here to help assist with the repairs"

Other Shinigami look on in surprise. It's not often a captain acts as Toshiro had, admitting fault and apologising to the Souls.

The mother can only mutely bow her head in response. Toshiro straightens, gives Momo a subtle nod, then returns to the group of Shinigami he'd been with.

Both Momo and the mother are unable able to look away, dumbfounded. Watching Toshiro's back, an unease remains in Momo. She wants to think it's his words that had ceased this confrontation, but it wasn't, and he's likely aware of that fact too.

Thanks for sending these in! :D

[bevswashere]

Koi No Yokan

Chapter 8: Vacation

August 2005 The next morning.

"...All cellular telephones and other portable electronic devices, such as CD players and laptop computers, must be turned off and stowed for departure. Thank you." 

Tomiij is trying to hide it, but his hands are shaking. He's only left the estate twice in his entire life, and has certainly never boarded an airplane. Even for Momoko this is a new experience. Her hand clamped down on mine from the moment we boarded.

"What do we do if this thing crashes?" Tomiji says.

"Grab onto Satoru and he'll fly us back down to the ground." The plane starts rolling forward, and Tomiji's eyes clench shut. "There's no need to be nervous. These things are totally safe." We took off and I think he gagged. All the color has left his face. 

"Thank me for this later." Satoru leans over and presses two fingers into Tomiji's forehead. Instantly he slumps over in his seat. 

"What did you do to him?"

"Knocked him out before he could barf all over our shoes. Relax, it'll wear off by the time we land." He stretches out a bit. "Excited, Kaede-chan?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because your face is saying your stomach hurts more than your brother's."

I want to enjoy our vacation to the fullest, but last night has left an incredibly bitter taste in my mouth. My entire body is nauseous with guilt and shame. I want to say I'm scared, but none of them should have to hear that. "I'm fine." I force a smile. For Satoru. For Suguru, who plans to meet up with us in a few days. For Momo and Tomiji whose futures feel so uncertain now. "I'll be fine."

∞

After two days of doing nothing but baking in the sun and playing in any body of water this island has to offer, I've realized one thing: if Satoru acts like a child, all the more he plays like one. "Look at this sea cucumber!" He pulls the slimy log up from the water and throws it at my sister. She's knocked to the floor, and is bursting with so much laughter it makes her tear. Then she throws the cucumber back at him and laughs even harder. 

I've never seen Momoko play like this, not with me or even Tomiji. After taking an initial day to warm up to everything, being away from the estate or being with Satoru brought out a new side of her. She seems incredibly free, exuding the sense of childhood I'd always wish for her—for all of us. 

Satoru is chasing her, "I'll pay you back for that!" until he catches her at the waist and dunks her back down into the water. The moment her head goes under he's roaring with laughter. 

"Your boyfriend acts my age." Tomiji's a slightly different story. He hasn't warmed up to Satoru or our new surroundings yet, but he certainly enjoys the gameboy Satoru lent him. He can't take his eyes off of it.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Isn't that why we're on vacation with him? It's fine if he is, Oneesan. I'm not dad, I don't care." 

"How adult of you." I rip the game from his hands. 

"Hey!" 

"But I'm the adult, and I say you should play in the water." 

He tries to wrestle me for the gameboy, but all it takes is a single hand to keep him at a distance. "You're not even sixteen yet!" he whines. "I don't like the water!" 

"You swam in the pool at home all the time."

"There were no sharks or boyfriends of yours in that pool!" 

"What's this about a boyfriend, Kaede-chan?" 

Tomiji and I stop, both turning back to see, "Suguru," I smile, leaving my seat to hug him. 

I can hear my brother groaning from behind, "Don't tell me this one is your boyfriend." 

"Go play your game," I toss the gameboy back. 

"That's what I was trying to do!"

"How was your flight?"

"Good," Suguru smiles, looking towards my brother. "This must be Tomiji."

"Yeah, the great outdoorsman of my family." 

"That's alright. I didn't care much for going outside when I was his age either." He pulls a cartridge out of his pocket. "Satoru told me to bring this for you." 

His eyes could have fallen out of their sockets. "Street Fighter!" He switches the games out immediately. 

I fold my arms. "You're enabling him."

"You'll get over it."

"Suguru!" Somehow during their war, Momoko crawled onto Satoru's back. He runs them both back to shore. "Finally you're here. Oh, Momo-chan," he leans forward to better her view, "You remember Geto Suguru from school." 

I can hardly believe this is the same girl who had clawed to my leg the first time they all met. "Nice to see you again," she giggles.

"Suguru, I was thinking, maybe you could take the kids for a ride on the Rainbow Dragon tomorrow." 

"That's a good idea," Suguru hums. "We can take it during sunset." 

Momo gasps. "You have a dragon?" 

"Does it breathe fire?" Tomiji adds.

"You want to put my siblings on a curse's back?"

"No," Satoru says. "I want to put all of us on a curse's back."

"It's safe, Kaede," Suguru says, "You've ridden the Rainbow Dragon before."

"For a mission," I argue. "Tomiji, you didn't even want to get in the water."

"I'll be fine, Oneesan!" 

I thought Suguru being here would help calm things down. Now, with all four of them giving me their best pleading looks, I realize I've only gained one more child to fuss over. "Ugh, fine. But if you drop anyone, I'll kill you." 

Satoru lifts a hand, murmuring to Suguru as if I couldn't hear, "We should drop her once we go up." 

I try to flick Satoru on the forehead, but his Infinity stops me mere inches away.

"Gojo-sama." One of the housemaids steps onto the beach and bows. "Lunch is ready." 

"Awesome!" With Momo still on his back, he grabs Tomiji by the shirt. "Let's go." 

"Hey!" Tomiji objects, being lifted from the floor as Satoru carried them inside. 

"Ah, I meant to ask, Kaede-chan, how did your dinner go?"

"Well, a lot of rich people think I'm Satoru's whore, my siblings and I all moved out, and I'm pretty sure I severed my relationship with my father permanently," I say in one breath. "But Satoru behaved." 

Of all the many things I said, this was indeed the most striking. "No way." 

"He apologized and everything." 

"Satoru... apologized?"

"In front of the whole table."

Suguru is caught up in utter disbelief. "Satoru must be wrong." 

"What do you mean?"

"You're certainly the strongest if you were able to get Gojo Satoru to apologize." 

We laugh for a moment, but I give it more thought, "I don't know. He was uncharacteristically patient the entire night." 

"I suppose it would have to be you who manages to turn him human." He throws an arm around me. "Come on, I'm starving." 

Five massive bowls of cold soba were waiting for us inside. Satoru and my siblings had already begun eating without us. 

"Oneesan, their soba is so good," Momo says. "Even the green onion inside tastes fine." 

Never before have I seen my little sister bother with any of the foods she didn't like. "What is Satoru doing to her?" I ask myself.

"You know what makes soba even better, Momo-chan? Hot sauce!"

He threatens her bowl with the hot sauce bottle, as Momo pushes him away with all the force she can muster. Their fight resulted in a large, red line splattering across the table. While Momo and Satoru continue fighting, I notice Suguru talking with Tomiji, "What do you like besides games, Tomiji?"

"Lots of things, biking, badminton, swimming—oh, I recently started practicing with katana."

"Katana?" I repeat. "Where did you get a katana from?"

"Aunt Hama started training me with a wooden one on the weekends," he says. "I think I'm getting pretty good." 

Ready to scold, my mouth opens, but Suguru laughs, "That's awesome! I have a new katana in my dorm. I'll have Kaede-chan bring it for you." 

"Really?"

I can't object because Momo and Satoru regain my attention, "Is Oneesan really the strongest in school?" my sister asks. "Dad always said she is." 

"Your sister is pretty strong." Satoru takes a big slurp of his noodles. "But I'm stronger." 

She gasps, "Oneesan, is that true?"

"Uh—"

"I've never thrown a shuriken before." Tomiji's eyes are incredibly wide.

"Now imagine a shuriken made out of a curse." Suguru points his index finger in the air. Tomiji can't see the curse, but he certainly sees the indents form in the ceiling." 

"Oneesan must like you a lot then," my sister giggles. "She always used to say she wants to marry a man as strong as her." 

"Is that so?"

"What the fuck?" Everyone at the table stops. Momo and Tomiji are particularly shocked, because my entire upbringing has been spent not using profanity. I don't think I ever had until this moment. 

"Oneesan," Momo says, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I say quickly. "I got whiplash is all." 

"You know who your sister would go well with?" Satoru says, a look of pure mischief on his face. Momo is incredibly eager. "There's this one kid in her class, Kento—"

"Don't even finish that sentence," I warn.

"Oneesan!" Momo whines. "Kento who!?"

"His name is Nanami," Suguru chuckles. "And while he's a nice kid, he's not exactly Kaede's type, Satoru."

Simultaneously, Satoru and I ask, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," he smiles. "I only thought Kaede-chan prefers guys who are a bit louder than Kento Nanami." 

"Nonsense!" Satoru waves him off. "Nanami's great. He's not stronger than her, but he's got this really cool haircut," he runs his hand down the side of his face. "Super smart too, always reading a book." 

Momo coos, "Do you have a picture of him, Oneesan?" 

"I do!" Satoru announces, pulling out his phone to display a group picture from two months ago. "That's him, the sleepy looking one in the back."

"Ah, Oneesan, he's cute!"

Tomiji takes a glance, "This is your boyfriend?"

"I don't," my teeth grit, "Have a boyfriend."

"I know he's not your boyfriend, Oneesan," Momo giggles. "But I thought you would at least have a crush from school by now. You never talk about boys. Even when you were home all the other boys would follow you around and you never paid them any attention." 

"No one followed me around, Momo-chan."

"Your sister's too boring for that stuff," Satoru taunts.

I point at him from across the table. "You don't like anyone at school either!"

"That's not true!" 

"I get it," Tomiji prods the scar on my forearm.. "It's Geto-san. That's why you got this weird tattoo."

"That's not exactly..." How could I tell them it's not a tattoo, but the result of carving into my own skin? How could I admit such a thing to them? "Saying I like him..." Every set of eyes in the room feels like a burning spotlight. I sound incredibly uncertain. "I don't know if that's right."

I look at Suguru first and see he's taken aback, eyes widened, lips apart. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything," I deflect. "Don't read into it." 

∞

"When we go home, you'll go back to Jujutsu High, right?"

Because Satoru's house is big enough, and my father isn't around to intervene, Tomiji and Momo are sleeping in separate rooms for the first time in their lives. "Yeah," I pull the covers up for my brother. "Why?"

"They don't have a place for non-Jujutsu there?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like if I wanted to attend there when I'm older, they wouldn't accept me?" 

"They could." But the idea of my brother—who can hardly handle an airplane ride or open water—wanting to hunt curses makes my stomach turn. "I don't really know much about it."

"When you go back, can you find out for me?"

He seems so eager, and I hope it's nothing but a fleeting ambition. "Where's this coming from anyway?"

"You'll think I'm stupid." 

"Maybe, but tell me anyway."

"Geto-san," Tomiji says, "I know I don't have a curse technique or cursed energy, but I want to be like him once I'm your age."

It pulls all the air from my lungs, him wanting to place himself in so much danger. 

"You're angry?"

"No, of course I'm not angry." I comb my fingers through the front of his hair. "If you were to want to be like anyone, I'm so glad it's Suguru. It's just what we do is so dangerous—"

"I know it's dangerous, but I want to do it anyway! I want to fight, Oneesan."

My bottom lip felt raw. I've been slowly chewing away at the skin since last night. "How about this? Keep practicing with Aunt Hama, I'll even see if I can bring a real katana home for you. Then, in a year or two, we'll see where you're at and come back to this discussion." 

"You mean it?"

Not entirely. "Yeah, I mean it." 

Tomiji grows hyper hearing this. He talks on and on about all the training he'd do first thing when he goes home. How he's heard about glasses that can help him see curses. The longer he talks about it, the more ill I feel. Eventually, I'm begging him to go to bed to make it stop. 

When I leave Tomiji's room, Satoru finds me in the hall. "Are you going to sleep?"

"I doubt it." 

"Let's go on a walk," he says. "I want to try something with you." 

The outside air is bitingly cold, and the sand is damp beneath my feet. "Well, what did you want to try?"

"Infinity."

"What about it?"

"I've been thinking," he says. "Now, it's not possible for you to manipulate space, but if you figure out a way to form your time barriers on a smaller, more targeted scale, you should be able to create the same effect." 

"You make it sound so simple," I scoff. "I hardly understand your Infinity on its own."

"Think of it like this." His warm hand wraps around my wrist, and slowly he draws it closer to his body. "If Infinity is what's between me and your hand, then as you get closer, it gets slower and slower until you can't touch me." Inches away from his chest, my hand hits an invisible wall. I touch Infinity. "Your time barriers are similar, stretching time out until it solidifies into something tangible around your body. Keeping everything outside the barrier in the present, right?" 

My eyes are still fixed to my hand, how it feels like we're magnets repelling off each other. "Right." 

"So, if we learn how to refine that technique and stretch time out over different objects, you could move them using time and," he turns Infinity off, and my hand lands above his heart, feeling the steady beat, "Nothing could ever touch you." 

"Why are you trying so hard to figure all of this out?"

"It's hard to tell." He lets go of my hand. "Maybe I want you at your best before I prove I'm stronger." Satoru searches the sand until he finds a sizable stone. "Catch the rock with a time barrier." 

"Catch the rock," I nod. 

When he darts the rock my way, I try my hardest to control my technique, but working with time barriers is like collecting water with a fork. So, when I try to put a barrier around the rock it practically dissolves. 

"I said 'catch it'."

"I know what you said."

He picks up another stone. "Try again."

He tosses it this time, and I imagine wrapping the rock in the barrier as if it were a bubble. Instead it bounces off the barrier, and nearly hits Satoru in the head. "At least it didn't melt this time." 

We keep trying. Satoru tosses stones that either melted, exploded, or nearly took out his eye, again and again. Eventually, I grow fatigued, "Let's stop for now. My head is hurting."

I find sand that's still dry and fall into it, stretching out my limbs. It's incredibly cold, but standing upright has become tiring. 

Satoru lays down next to me. "You'll get it eventually."

"I know." The sky above is incredibly clear, each star taking its time to wink at us. "If you weren't Jujutsu, what would you be doing?"

Satoru's chest falls and rises a few times. "No idea. Jujutsu was my life from the moment I was born. It has to be that way until it kills me. What about you?"

"The same," I sigh. "I wanted to see if we were on the same page about it."

"Why?"

"Tomiji told me earlier that he wants to be Jujutsu."

Satoru laughs. "It is possible even if he has no cursed energy."

"I know it's possible, that's why I'm upset."

"What did you tell him?"

"I said he can train and then we'll talk about it."

"Why not just tell him no? That's what Haibara did to his sister."

"Knowing Tomiji, saying no will only make him want it more, and if I put my foot down, I don't think I would be able to handle him resenting me for it."

"He'd be alive to resent you, though."

A breeze sweeps over the sand, making my body shiver. "Maybe we should go back inside."

"No, let's stay out here a little longer. Just get closer to me."

I turn my head to Satoru lying blissfully in the sand. His eyes peek out from behind his glasses, capturing the moonlight in a mesmerizing way, like they were absorbing the starlight. 

"I didn't say 'stare at me', I said 'get closer'."

I place my head on his outstretched arm, nuzzle myself into the side of his body. The heat swaddles me like a thick blanket. 

"You're still staring."

"I can't help it." There's something fascinating about his profile against the darkness. A painting, or some other kind of masterpiece, come to life. 

"You didn't tell Suguru you like him earlier." 

"Of course I didn't."

"Why not? You said you liked him on our first night in the city."

"I never said I liked him." There was something there, admiration, maybe attraction, but things are different now. We're different now. "Why do you care so much about this, anyway?"

"I don't." We lay there for a while longer, and he lets me stare. The waves crash slowly on the shore. "Was that true, what Momo-chan said before? You want to be with someone stronger?"

"To be fair, Momo's repeating a comment I threw out when I was barely her age. I can't say how much it would mean now. I probably meant someone I didn't feel like I needed to protect all the time."

He reads between the lines. "Like your siblings?"

"I'm tired," I confess, not in reference to this very moment, but to the long years of constant worry. 

Satoru finally turns to look at me. Gently he moves the hair that's fallen into my face. "You can rest when you're with me." 

Laughing slightly, "Then I wish I could be with you forever." 

"Do you really mean that?" 

His expression is completely serious. Only then does it occur to me what I've said, that the meaning is deeper than some throw away comment. I remember wanting to kiss him before we left the estate. "I'm not sure." 

"We've got a long day tomorrow." He sits up, pulling the arm out from under my head. Everything becomes cold. "After all, we're riding the Rainbow Dragon!"

We make our way back into the hall where this encounter had begun. Only when we get to my door, "Kaede-chan," Satoru's rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't really know if this is too weird to ask," either he can't find the words, or he's having trouble saying them, "But would you, maybe, want to stay—"

"Oneesan."

Our heads turn to Momoko at the end of the hall. "What's wrong?"

Like Satoru, she seems to be prancing around her request, "Do you think you could sleep in my room tonight? I'm not used to being in a room by myself." 

"Of course." I look back to Satoru. "What were you saying? You want me to stay..?"

"Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow." He leans in, and kisses my forehead. "Goodnight."

There's a flush I can't help rising to the cheeks of my face. A pounding in my heart.

As we get under the covers of her bed, "What was that about?" Momo asks.

"Satoru likes to mess around like that."

"So, he's kissed you like that before?"

"No."

Momo's delicate face is nose to nose with mine in the dark. "As nice as he seems, I really hope you don't have feelings for Geto-san. Satoru seems to really care about you."

"Both of them care about us."

"But Satoru's kindness is different from Suguru's, Oneesan. It's not as natural."

"What's your point?"

"I think he's the kind of man that can only be kind if he loves you."

"You've been watching too many soap operas at Hama's house."

"Maybe," she giggles. "But I think he's good for you, even if you don't like him that way."

"He seems good for you too. You've really broken out of your shell on this trip."

Momo smiles, but it fades away. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I honestly thought dad would ask us to come back by now." 

I fight the urge to burst into tears, to share with my sister that I want nothing more than our father begging us to come home. For him to say he's sorry and that things will get better. "He won't, Momoko. I know it hurts, but he doesn't deserve our faith anymore. You'll have to learn to live without him."

"I'm trying." When she sniffles I realize she has begun to cry. "And I'm going to work hard to take care of myself and Tomiji so you can stay in school."

I push the hair away from her face. "The last thing you should be doing is worrying about me."

"But you would do it, though," she sputters. "You would leave school if we asked you to. That's why I have to make sure we're okay."

"You will be okay," I say. "All of us are going to be okay."

∞

"Ready for this?" 

A large black puddle opens behind Suguru's feet, and the Rainbow Dragon comes roaring out. 

"Is it here yet?"

I guide Momo's hand until it rests against the dragon's hide. Carefully, she strokes it. "Is it cute?"

I look at its face. "Not really."

"But you use it in battle and stuff?" Tomiji asks Suguru, whom he's been glued to all morning, excitedly.

"Sometimes." Suguru leaps onto the dragon, and I imagine it looks to my siblings as if he's floating. "Come on, before the sun sets."

Satoru mounts the dragon next, letting me hand Tomiji and Momo over one by one. Once they're aboard, their eyes are wide with amazement. I wrap their hands around the dragon's protruding spikes. "Do not let go. Otherwise Satoru has his work cut out for him."

"All ready?" Suguru says. 

Out of everyone I'm the most nervous. I can only picture the worst, like Tomiji falling off or Momoko crying in fear. 

"Go for it, Suguru!" Satoru says.

The dragon takes off at a rapid rate, zipping through the air in all kinds of patterns that makes our stomachs drop. Tomiji and Momo grip on seemingly nothing for a long time, until they grow used to the way Suguru is steering. Slowly, they begin to treat it like an amusement park ride. They holler and scream at all the sharp drops, even lifting a hand in the air to catch the breeze. I move to stop them, but each time Satoru grabs my arm. The gesture reminds me, "Don't worry. I'm here to catch them." 

When Suguru finally slows the dragon to a stop, the sun is a warm dot. The clouds look as if they've been painted onto a brilliant blend of pink and orange sky. It's breathtaking in the same way the view of Tokyo at night was. I could experience it a million times over. 

I lean my head down onto Satoru's shoulder, grab hold of his warm arm. For the remainder of the time we spent up there, it felt right, safe.

∞

It hurt to leave what felt like paradise, and I know Momo and Tomiji weren't keen on waiting to see the three of us until our next vacation period. I'm honestly surprised Tomiji didn't cry when Suguru said goodbye.

"You know I was told your father left the estate the same morning you guys did," Hama tells me. "Hasn't come back since."

I lug Momo's suitcase in and drop it next to Tomiji's. "He's probably scrambling to correct the rumors I caused during dinner."

"Maybe," Hama says, "But your father is a very broken man."

"I know that."

"Do you?"

Hama stares at me, and I stare back, flooded with confusion. But she doesn't say anything more, spotting Tomiji and Momo walking in with Satoru. "My little bears! How was your vacation?"

"Incredible!"

"So much fun!"

"We swam the whole time!"

"The food was so good!"

"And we rode on a dragon!" 

Their lists were endless.

[jihyocentric]

hi lumi happy holidays! ☺️ I would like to propose an idea after watching the 2nd season of TTT crime scene between g!p boss myoui, chief park and g!p detective yoo

detective yoo comes back from vacation and catches up on the latest events, overhearing about chief park’s past relationship with boss myoui and becomes jealous due to their secret relationship behind closed doors and probs bc she has a big ass crush on park. the detective glares at the mafia boss every time they pay a visit to see their young prodigal and stares daggers into their head when she sees her leader and the boss chitchatting.

she can’t help it. when she’s get together with the chief for a quickie, she becomes possessive and marks her so she can show that damn bastard who she belonged to, as a declaration of power. now boss myoui becomes competitive and plays along with this little game.

tis a proposal, the ball is in your court! :)

- 🐯

anonie, i'm totally writing this bc you haven't been here in a long time and absolutely NOT because i'm eager to write jeonghyo...

this rq reminds me of this fanart! hope it's good enough, i literally don't remember anything of TTT crime scene 1 & 2

-

when jeongyeon arrived at work after enjoying her vacation, the first thing she heard wasn't a welcome back or a good morning from her workmates. instead, she was greeted by momo and dahyun's voices, both of them gossiping about their chief's love life. jeongyeon was mortified for a minute, she thought no one suspected about her and jihyo's affair. that's until she notices they're not talking about her, but about myoui mina, a mafia boss that was constantly visiting their station in order to see her culprit.

"i saw them talking inside the office the other day and chief park seemed really... flustered. it was weird to see." dahyun tells momo, without knowing jeongyeon was near enough to hear it, keeping her voice low. "and myoui kissed her hand before leaving, too. i believe the rumors we heard were true, they were most likely in a relationship."

jeongyeon doesn't want to hear any more of that. she makes noise as she approaches them, on purpose, for them to notice she's there. jeongyeon places two cups of coffee, gladly still warm as she bought them before heading to work. she doesn't greet them as nicely as she would, her head filled with anger because jihyo hadn't told her about having a relationship with myoui mina.

"what time does myoui usually arrive?" jeongyeon asks, placing both of her hands on top of the table, scaring momo and dahyun who were supposed to be working and not chit chatting.

"a-around nine." momo gulps. jeongyeon looks at the watch on her wrist. it's 8:30, and jeongyeon smiles at the mischievous thought that goes into her head. "we missed you jeong... yeon."

momo doesn't have the chance to finish her sentence as jeongyeon walks away quickly, leaving both her and dahyun speechless. she doesn't knock on jihyo's door, instead makes her way into her office abruptly, placing the coffee she'd brought to jihyo over the desk.

"why didn't you tell me you used to date myoui mina?" jeongyeon asks, after two weeks without seeing jihyo. the chief's face light up as soon as she sees jeongyeon, but what her girlfriend (not exactly, but something like that) says makes her freeze in spot.

jihyo gets up from her seat, not quite meeting jeongyeon's height as the detective was almost a head taller than her. "how did you find out?"

"so it's true?" jeongyeon huffs out, feeling stupid for not noticing it. the glances myoui would give towards jihyo should've been enough for her to realize there was something going on between them. "did you even miss me? because from what i heard, you were too busy getting acquainted with myoui here in this very office while i wasn't around."

"who even told you that... of course i missed you, jeong!" jihyo is quick to defend herself, reaching jeongyeon's hands and interlocking their fingers. "i like you a lot. mina and i have history but we're done. i'm with you, not her."

jeongyeon holds jihyo's hands and make the chief walk around the desk in order to face her. "prove it."

jihyo frowns, confused. "how?"

jeongyeon inches closer, bringing her face down so that their noses were touching. "take off your clothes and i'll show you."

jihyo wants to say no. they were still at work, after all, and jihyo would never have sex with jeongyeon at work. they always did it outside, mostly in one of their cars or their houses. as the chief, jihyo brings a 'no' to her lips that she can't quite voice, because soon jeongyeon does it for her and removes the first piece of clothing off her body. jihyo sighs when she feels a wet kiss on her neck and a hand sneakily gripping her breast over the shirt.

"c-close the curtains." jihyo says, finally reminding that if anybody looked towards her office, they'd see them. unless the curtains were closed.

jeongyeon does just so, and jihyo shamefully uses the time to take off her shirt. she would be lying if she said she didn't miss being with jeongyeon. after weeks without the detective, having to rely on a couple of toys that would never compare to jeongyeon, jihyo was aching for jeongyeon to take her. her brain told her that that was wrong, that she shouldn't be fulfilling her needs inside the office, let alone when she had just about minutes before mina knocked on the door to have a small talk — something that had become customary by now. even then, jihyo still wanted jeongyeon.

while jihyo had many worries, all jeongyeon could think about was jihyo talking to myoui mina later on, with her load stuffed in her, hair messy unlike the neat way jihyo liked to have it, and hickeys all over her neck. the main reason why jeongyeon was so eager to have jihyo was to make a mess of her chief and leave her uneasy right before her now sworn rival, myoui mina, arrived to pay a visit to jihyo. jeongyeon might not know everything that went on while she was gone, but she certainly wouldn't stay behind.

the detective watched as jihyo took off her clothes and folded them neatly, worried they might get crumpled. jeongyeon doesn't worry about her own clothes that much, all she does is open the zipper of her pants, not even minding to open the belt, and slip her cock out, already half hard from seeing jihyo naked. it's been a long time since she got the chance to have some quality time with her favorite workmate, so jeongyeon was longing for this.

the detective passes her hands behind jihyo's thighs, lifting the smaller woman so that she could sit on the desk. it was spacious enough to fit her, but jeongyeon still pushed some things to the side, giving them enough space.

"so wet for me already, chief park." jeongyeon says, fingers brushing against jihyo's folds, full of slick.

jihyo blushes. detective yoo has always been quite the tease, but she felt more sensitive than the usual, much due to the lack of touch and attention she'd received from jeongyeon for the last few days. jeongyeon's kisses, her fingers squeezing her nipples and the heavy shaft resting on top of her core weren't helping at all, only making her more desperate to be filled, forgetting her position as the chief of the station as jeongyeon breaks her, little by little.

"don't call me that when we're- ah!" jihyo moans, almost too loud, when jeongyeon slips her tip inside, only to pull away next. "don't tease me!"

"i won't." jeongyeon licks her lips. "turn around for me, ass up and hands on the table."

"we've got to be quick." jihyo says before she does what she was told.

jeongyeon's hand fall hard against her ass, making jihyo whimper quietly. "i know."

jeongyeon finally sinks into her and jihyo almost cries tears of relief. jeongyeon might be trying to push mina's buttons with that and show her how much jihyo was already hers, but jihyo, innocently enough, just wanted jeongyeon inside her — all over her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while she filled her deeper than her fingers and any of her toys could reach. the detective leaves her traces over jihyo's skin, she makes sure jihyo's neck is bruised enough for people to notice that those marks couldn't be an allergy or anything of that kind, but a stain that could only be left there by a person.

jihyo is so taken by her pleasure that jeongyeon resorts to silencing her with her hand over her mouth, muffling the pretty sounds coming out from her mouth, her hips moving so fast that the chief was being squished between the desk and jeongyeon's weight. the detective pounds hard and fast into her, making jihyo cry out, blessedly so, and when jeongyeon's free hand squeezes her chest and pinches her nipple, her walls tightening hard around jeongyeon's girth. jihyo meekly holds onto the desk, jeongyeon unfazed by the tears that escape from the corner of the chief's eyes. those were a consequence of how good jihyo felt with jeongyeon was lodged up in her.

"that's what i like to see." jeongyeon mutters under her breath. "aren't you such a good little slut for my cock, chief park?"

"jeongyeon," jihyo whines, her breathing ragged. she hopes nobody was near her office, or else they'd certainly hear the sounds of jeongyeon's thrusts and grunts, and her own moans, despite them being contained by jeongyeon's hands. "i'm coming!"

and she does, coming so hard that it brings jeongyeon to her own peak, feeling jihyo clench and grip her cock harshly, dripping to her thighs with her own slick. jeongyeon feels weak while she comes, but she still humps jihyo's ass until she's sure none of her load would leak out. at least not before myoui mina passed by, because she wanted jihyo to remind of her and how well her cock filled her earlier when she looked at mina later. not only that, but jeongyeon also wanted mina to notice the freshly made hickeys decorating the silky skin of jihyo's neck, smiling at the thought of myoui knowing that she made chief park her personal toy.

as both of them get dressed, jeongyeon looks at her watch. if momo was right, mina was going to arrive in no time. she helps jihyo get dressed and leaves a button of her shirt opened on purpose, her hair not nearly as neat as jihyo would've liked, and the best part was that there was no way to hide the hickeys on the chief's neck without makeup.

jeongyeon kisses jihyo's forehead and leaves her office then, with a convinced smirk on her face that myoui mina catches when she's making her way into chief park's office. much to her surprise, jihyo looks disheveled, flushed and her neck is red. it doesn't take her much thinking to realize what was going on. mina doesn't close the door. she stands there and looks at chief park, then at detective yoo, and something sparks inside her. she was about to have a lot of fun.

game on, it's what she thinks.

[pocketramblr]

for the au ask game boss: what if all might was defeated at kamino?

Some of y'all...

1- All Might goes down at Kamino, and AfO laughs. In one last desperate move, Gran jets to grab him and carry him away from the lost fight. It's very parallel to when Nana died. AfO fires off a shot at then, but let's them go, since he figures such a public loss well be the same thing either way for All Might, whether he dies right then on the ground at Kamino, or an hour late in a hospital.

2- Izuku sees this on TV, as does most of Japan. It's panic. Even most other villains are in too much shock to take the opportunity to grab power, but a few do, and it's just chaos. Iida and Momo barely managed to keep all the rescue squad together and take shelter in the nearest hotel they can find, cramped into a single room Momo paid for, watching the TV, on their phones the whole time. Izuku doesn't stop crying for hours until he passes out sometime around four am, having promised his mom he'd be careful and come back home once it was light out and less crazy.

3- instead, the kids wake up to a very insistent knock on door, the police. The all panic about whether or not they did vigilantism, but when Kirishima opens the door Tsukauchi rushes in, making sure they're alright and if Izuku is still with them, relived that he is. Before passing out himself, Toshinori warned Gran that AfO knew who Izuku was, and Gran told him, so Tsukauchi needs to get him somewhere safe. The other kids are all given a police escort home, but Tsukauchi takes Izuku and they vanish - though not before Momo passes him two burner phones, a knife, and pepper spray, just in case.

4- Tsukauchi explains the current plan is for Izuku and Toshinori to sneak out of the country and head for I-island. Izuku is like, "uh the place that villains attacked a week and a half ago? The villain who had more than one quirk? With the guy who betrayed All Might??" And Tsukauchi is like "yeah. Because AfO wouldn't expect you to go back there" which is fair, I guess. He leaves his phone behind after sending one last apology and reassurance to his mom, and holds All Might's hand the entire trip- he's been unconscious the whole time and hooked up to his hidden equipment, so Izuku figures he won't notice and mind.

5- several students don't return to UA, though it does still reopen - mostly arguing that with All Might gone they need more heroes than ever, and that even in the case of their student vigilantes, they at least got Bakugo out to safety, and since All Might lost... They don't know if that would have happened without him there. Better one less kid among the dead, right? Aoyama is one who go back because AfO figures he can see if anyone there knows where Izuku is hiding, though none of them do.