welcome! youâve reached franâs archive blog! in this post are my masterlists (some of my links will redirect you between blogs but do not fret!) and how I tagged things so you can search to your heartâs content. please, stay as long as youâd like, but if you wanna stay up to date with my antics (and are 18 or older!!) feel free to head on over to my other blog @/kamotoshi :)
pairing: kamo noritoshi (the good one) x sorcerer! fem readerÂ
genre: fluff, comfort
warnings: the whole story revolves around the reader being injured so there are brief mentions of medication, pain, and injuries; toshi bein a headass
word count: 3.7k
overview:Â you have to wonder what your best friendâs intentions are when heâs gone out of his way to visit you during every day of your recovery, no matter how busy he is
On one of the walls surrounding you, the clockâs hand shifts from one minute to the next. Through the speakers of your laptop, the movie youâve stopped paying attention to long ago drones on in the background. Instead of focusing on the plot, youâve taken to gazing out the window, watching the lush foliage outside painted vivid oranges and blues by the sunlight breaking through dark clouds dance in the breeze, as if celebrating the end of yet another spring shower. It feels hard to remember the last time you went for a walk outsideâor anywhere, for that matterâand the more you think about how painful it is to be bedridden and out of action, the more you start to feel the dull, seemingly constant aches laying siege to your exhausted body.
Thankfully, the sound of the door to your temporary living quarters opening and closing again distracts you from your depressing thoughts, and, instead, makes your heart flutter with hope. Plastic crinkling, fabric shifting, and footsteps padding along the floor reach your ears next before a tall and familiar figure appears in the doorway to the bedroom. Thereâs a momentâs hesitation on his journey into the room, as if heâd been worried about disturbing you, but he continues with confidence when he sees youâre awake and expecting him.
With a small smile, you greet him, âHey, âToshi.â
âHey,â he replies, âhow are you feeling?â The long sleeves of his loose-fitting robes flutter behind him like a butterflyâs wings as he wanders over to the chair beside the bed youâve been confined to for the past few days.
genre: fluff with (seriously faint) hints of angst
warning(s): contains manga spoilers for chapter 62!
word count: 2.3k
overview: after spending many years as a sorcerer, youâve believed certain things to be true. but a chance meeting with a curse thatâs developed into a deeper relationship changes your perspective.
notes: want some listening music? here are two songs that helped me write this: summer fling by kang + effervescent by toonorth
A quiet, but gasping breath fills your lungs with a pocket of cold air when you wake from a dead sleep with a start. Instinctively, your hand flies in front of you, directed towards the doorway to obliterate whatever intruder you automatically assume has roused you from your deep slumber. However, much to your surprise, youâre completely alone. Rubbing your eyes, you turn your head towards the alarm clock on your bedside table to check the hour.
Ah, itâs that time again.
With a gentle sigh, you slide out from beneath the warm covers, causing your skin to break out in a wave of goosebumps at the chill in your room that you throw on a sweater and pants to combat before heading to the kitchen of your small but cozy living quarters. Sleep refuses to relinquish its grip, and you ungracefully bump into a few surfaces in the process of preparing two, hot cups of tea and finding a blanket to drape around your shoulders.
The rush of crisp air that greets you when you finally make your way outside of your abode livens you up a bit, though, and you wrap your arms around yourself to retain as much warmth as you can. Following the stone path decorated with glowing lanterns brings you to the front gates of your schoolâa place you know to visit whenever you wake up with such a start in the dead of the night. The drinks in your hands radiate heat that staves off the bite of the cold as another gust of wind howls past you.
âšđ This is the Amazing Person Award! đ Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out âšđ
aww ty for this my dear friend đ„ș I appreciate that you thought of me â€ïž make sure you keep one of those awards for yourself okay đ
AHH i got a mini heart attack thinking you were leaving but yeahh iâll definitely support you on your new blog too!! also glad youâre keeping your old works cause i really like re reading them đđ
đ„ș I'm still here! just on the blog next door if you will đ aww ty that means a lot to me! and yes the old works will stay for ppl who enjoy them. glad you like reading them đ
hello everyone I have a v important announcement. if youâd like to take a gander, itâs below the cut (for the peeps who just wanna scroll past and not have me cloggin the dash with this)
I'm moving blogs.
this blog has been a lot of fun for me to be on since I first arrived back in like july? I think? but I no longer feel the same way about it now that I did then. thereâs a lot of factors that have gone into this decision, and I'd be happy to answer any questions or comments you might have, but here we are. this idea to move blogs is very rough around the edges and there are a lot of things I'm still trying to figure out so I donât really have a solid answer as to whatâs gonna happen with miss ahkaahshi/kenanami.
but, this blog will most likely become an archive blog where I just keep all my old works. because I wanna make the process of moving onto a new blog easier, I wonât be posting any more work here.
I'll ofc let you all know when Iâve gotten all settled in, since this is all just a big trial run in the scheme of things and with my indecisive ass thereâs always a possibility that I'll get there and be like âahhh I dont like thisâ and then come running back here lol. SO, until that day comes, I'll still be hanging around.
I will be changing my url back to ahkaahshi and this blog will be under construction at any given moment so there may be random moments where a link might not work or things look wonky. thatâs just me doin shit lol.Â
if youâd like to hang out as well and chat or ask questions, feel free! but interactions are really the only thing that will be posted on here until I've figured everything out.
Can't believe I've dreamt of maki and me, and some other dude walking on a ricefield. It was sunset and all I can remember is the sky was v pretty. I was trying to take a pic of the sky but I can't get the right angle then I told maki to take a pic of it and she agreed đđđ idk y was it like that
đđ that sounds like it was a very aesthetically pleasing pic tho lol maki would be the friend who would take pics for you since sheâd rather take them than be in them
genre: fluff with sprinkles of moments that might make your heart go :â)
warning(s): n/a
word count: 1.7k
overview: youâre not particularly fond of mornings, but you think you could grow to love them if you spent every one of them with megumi
Through bleary eyes threatening to take shelter behind the comforting darkness of your own eyelids and give in to the fatigue weighing heavily in your body, you watch your feet lazily trudge through dewy grass that wets your shoes. Your palms are warm from the fresh cup of coffee youâre nursing, but your knuckles are slightly numb from the brisk air your clothingâs barely able to fend off. Thereâs a deafening silence in the air aside from the crunching of grass beneath four sets of feetâtwo of which are a set of four pawsâand you ponder the oxymoron that the absence of sound somehow seems louder.
Your foot catching on the root of a large tree when your eyelids flutter shut for a moment brings you to attention and your boyfriendâs hand to your arm. Itâs as if he knew in that moment you would stumble, but you figure the connection isnât hard to make, given youâre a night owl being taken out of a warm nest for an unexpected flight in the cold, early hours of the morning. Your eyes meet for a moment, a subtle flash of gratitude in yours that he acknowledges with a nod before the two of you continue your trek through the forest.
âMegumi,â you sigh, âhow is it Iâve downed half this cup of coffee and still donât feel a thing yet?â
genre: fluff with sprinkles of moments that might make your heart go :â)
warning(s): n/a
word count: 1.7k
overview: youâre not particularly fond of mornings, but you think you could grow to love them if you spent every one of them with megumi
Through bleary eyes threatening to take shelter behind the comforting darkness of your own eyelids and give in to the fatigue weighing heavily in your body, you watch your feet lazily trudge through dewy grass that wets your shoes. Your palms are warm from the fresh cup of coffee youâre nursing, but your knuckles are slightly numb from the brisk air your clothingâs barely able to fend off. Thereâs a deafening silence in the air aside from the crunching of grass beneath four sets of feetâtwo of which are a set of four pawsâand you ponder the oxymoron that the absence of sound somehow seems louder.
Your foot catching on the root of a large tree when your eyelids flutter shut for a moment brings you to attention and your boyfriendâs hand to your arm. Itâs as if he knew in that moment you would stumble, but you figure the connection isnât hard to make, given youâre a night owl being taken out of a warm nest for an unexpected flight in the cold, early hours of the morning. Your eyes meet for a moment, a subtle flash of gratitude in yours that he acknowledges with a nod before the two of you continue your trek through the forest.
âMegumi,â you sigh, âhow is it Iâve downed half this cup of coffee and still donât feel a thing yet?â
He shrugs. âMaybe because itâs decaf.â
His words have your jaw slackening and a small scoff of disbelief leaving your throat. The way he looks at you over his shoulder, a twinkle of mischief in his deep blue eyes that reflect what little light there is, shows heâs expecting the reaction you give him. âI trusted you.â
âThen why are you so shocked?â he asks, âI didnât give you caffeine so you wouldnât be too energized to nap again before classes start.â
Though youâve felt too tired to show any emotion since youâd been awakened by the man walking by your side, you canât help but smile and chuckle in response. âFine. Iâll let it pass since itâs actually considerate of youâeven if itâs in an indirect way. Iâll just make my students read or do something quiet while I wait for the caffeine from the next cup of coffee I make to kick in.â
âIâm sure theyâll love that.â
âI really hope you got me out of bed for a reason other than to frown upon my teaching methods.â
Megumiâs lips curl into a small smile and you swear he seems to glow just a bit amongst the silhouettes of the tall trees surrounding you, their branches heavy with leaves and moisture. His happiness is like a breath of fresh air filling your lungs; so much so that youâre reminded to take another deep one in an attempt at keeping yourself awake. His divine dogsâone a shock of white and the other seemingly its shadowâdraw your attention when they approach him with a large branch in their mouths theyâve taken a shining to during your walk, and that he launches off into the forest for them to chase down again.
Something about the moment seems so surreal. Maybe itâs because the times the two of you get to spend together in peace outside of your home seem to be so few and far between, or maybe itâs because you normally scoff at the idea of being up and active before the sun rises. But, whatever it is, it creates an undeniable warmth in your chest that prompts you to push away any thoughts of yearning for the coziness of your bed, and reach out towards your partner instead.
âTry not to trip again, alright?â he murmurs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his joggers while you slot an arm between one of his and his torso, âI actually like this sweater and would prefer not to get coffee on it.â
âBut itâs decaf!â
His lips pause in their action of forming a rebuttal presumably about how his sweater would stain, regardless of the presence of caffeine, and he simply shakes his head with a sigh upon realizing youâre joking.
The same silence that had once filled the crisp air returns, only interrupted by paws pounding the damp earth, but it feels more peaceful now. Itâs calming, given the normally hectic lives you and your boyfriend lead as special grade sorcerers and teachers, and very much appreciated. Megumiâs pace is a bit slower and more relaxed than usual, as if he wants to stay immersed in the quietude with you and his dogs at his side. But you know he has a destination in mind with the definitive nature of his steps.
At the top of a hill whose grassy slopes had been decorated with worn stone steps that would indicate many a visitor had travelled up them, sits a stone bench youâve never seen before. And, in front of it, a clearing where the leafy spires part just enough for you to see the small flicker of light burning at the edge of the horizon decorated with the distant buildings of Tokyoâs bustling cityscape. Your eyes remain fixated on the gentle colors the sunâs impending arrival starts painting across the dark canvas the sky provides as Megumi leads you over towards the bench so you can take a seat and bear witness to natureâs awakening.
You find yourself lost in it for what feels to be a long stretch of time until his voice brings your gaze to him instead. âWell, this is where I go.â The eyebrow you raise at his statement provided without any context coaxes him to elaborate, âYou know, on those mornings I leave for a bit and come back, and you ask me where I went? This is where I go.â His long fingers card through the furry coats of his dogs where they sit on the grass between you.
Nodding slowly, you take another sip of the drink in your hand. âSo, whyâd you decide to take me here, considering itâs probably the only place where you can get away from the madness of everything?â
As the sun ascends skyward at what feels to be a faster pace than expected, you notice the most beautiful pools of cerulean form in his eyes more brilliant than you think youâve ever seen them before. His hand finds yours, and your fingers intertwine. âBecause I wanted you to be here with me.â Thereâs a pause, and his gaze shifts away from the sunrise to meet with yours instead. Itâs an action that unwittingly reaffirms your importance given the beauty of the scene ahead. âI wanted it to be us here instead of just me.â
Gently, you squeeze his hand, relishing in the comfort of his touch that always brings a smile to your face. âSo, what are you saying? That you think Iâm actually gonna change my sleep schedule entirely just for you?â is your teasing reply.
âNo,â he sighs, narrowing his eyes at your jest, âbut maybe every now and then, we could go to sleep at a decent time so we can come here and watch the sunrise.â
Moving your face closer to his shortens the gap between your lips, but you stop before they can meet to answer, âWe can do that.â Oftentimes, you find that Megumiâs straightforward manner of speaking doesnât always match the true intensity of his emotions, but his kisses never betray how heâs feeling. Theyâre soft and tender, as if his intentions are to give you a few pecks and nothing more, but heâs always quick to chase your lips when they separate from his, even for a moment.
When your eyes flutter open once more, you watch his flit back and forth between each of yours in miniscule movements before pecking his cheek and resting your head on his shoulder. A long expanse of peaceful quietude follows, save for the chirping of newly awakened birds and the secretive whispers of the breeze through the trees.
âDo you think this could be our place?â
The sound of his deep voice reverberating in his chest sends subtle vibrations through your head, and his words bring small prickles of heat to your cheeks. âYou want it to be?â A wet nose brushes against your unoccupied fingertips, guiding your hand onto a fuzzy, black snout that you give an affectionate rub.
Megumi nods and his cheek comes to rest against the crown of your head. âYeah,â he answers, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.
âBetter make sure none of your nosy students ever find out youâre coming up here, then,â is your warning delivered with a chuckle.
âTheyâre so desperate to be done with classes for the day that I doubt theyâll want to spend their free time tailing their teacher. Your students are the nosy ones, wanting to follow you on social media, or whatever.â
Each of your laughs permeate the cool air slowly becoming warmer with the sunâs expanding reachâfrom which you take shelter by burying your face in his neck.
âMegumi?â
âYeah?â
âCan we just⊠stay here for a bit?â
You feel his arm move as he checks his phone. âClasses start in an hour.â
âJust a little bit longer?â
A notification appears on his screen, but he turns it off and tucks the device back into his pocket. âSure,â he murmurs into your hair before pecking your temple.
He says it so nonchalantly, but you know heâs hoping whatever time heâs set in his head to leave doesnât arrive for an eternity. Because itâs the same hope that settles deeply into your heart as the two of you hold onto one another and watch waves of light slowly wash over the dark sky, doing everything you can to cherish your company rather than agonize over the moment when youâll have to let go.
In an exhale that tickles your skin, Megumi hums, âIâm glad you came here with me.â
no thoughts just toji sitting you on his huge cock with his hands around ur throat watching you get off on his size alone đ„°
the man donât like to work extra after his long days spent huntin cash and he doesnât have to! if youâre feeling needy heâll just sit you right on his lap and let you fuck yourself on his cock. and when you start getting a little too mouthy about how little effort heâs putting into the whole thing, heâll give your throat a nice squeeze so he can hear that raspy desperation in your voice. âyou wanted this, so you gotta do it all by yourself, pretty girl,â heâll growl with one of those self-satisfied smirks on his face. only after youâve made yourself cum will he push you down and take care of the rest of your orgasms himself :)
