Could you write guts x reader fluff/comfort, where guts and the reader are laying down (you can choose where they are) after a long battle with the band of the hawk, and the reader is treating gutsâ wounds. The reader finds out that guts is insecure of his scars, and the reader shows him love and kisses his scars?
Iâd like to think that guts ,behind his âtoughâ demeanor, has a soft and fragile side of himself but doesnât show it to seem âweakâ.
I would really appreciate it and have a lovely day/night!
Hi! I'm doing well, thank you! How are you? :)
Guts is definitely a softie deep down, and it's so beautiful. Imagine what a tender scene would take place between you two as you patch him up after a rough battle đ
(Just this funny panel from the manga lol)
Guts still isn't used to someone tending to his wounds, despite the numerous battles he's faced over the years. Before he joined the Hawks, his previous mercenary groups believed a true warrior "walked off his wounds." But in the Hawks, Griffith insists each and every member recuperates until fully battle-ready.
You take Griffith's order to heart as you ask Guts to lie down shirtless in bed. "OK, Guts, I'm going to put the ointment on. It may sting a little," you gently warn him as you get the bottle ready. Your boyfriend gives a small exhale before nodding. Slowly, you place the cold cream onto his scarred skin. It breaks your heart to see all the nasty wounds littering his body.
"O-Ouch!" he exclaims, jolting a bit on the cot.
"I'm sorry, Guts, but if I don't do this, your wounds won't heal properly," you pout.
"I know, it's just, well, it's literally such a pain!" Guts complains, adjusting himself better so you can put on more ointment.
"There are so many wounds. The enemy really let you have it in today's battle, didn't they?"
Your lover's eyes trail off. "They were real somethin', alright. I'm gonna feel these for weeks."
"At least you managed to win in one piece," you giggle, trying to lighten the mood.
"...Each scar shows that I wasn't my best self."
"Huh?" You pause as your hand remains on his chest. "What do you mean by that? We couldn't have won without you. Besides, I thought warriors are often proud of their scars. There are stories to tell with each one." You touch a few of the scars on his shoulder, but he sighs.
"Each scar means I let an enemy get to close. I let an enemy hit me. I don't know if you've noticed, but Griffith has no scars on his body. It says a lot."
"Guts...." You take a good look at each scar on his torso. How can he be ashamed of these? "You know what I think? I think that all of these scars prove you're the bravest out of all of us. I mean, look at this one." You point to a large scar across his collarbone. "That had to hurt, right? But you know, you got to defeat someone who was trying to do a headshot." You lean in and give a peck onto the skin, then move to an old wound around his bicep. "And this one? This goes to show your arm heals better than most."
You travel around his body until you've kissed every old scar you can find. Guts' heartbeat seems to increase and he pulls you in so he can place his lips onto yours. "You really think I'm that tough, huh?"
"Tough, sweet, brave, gentle. All these words describe you, Guts," you smile. "I wouldn't love you otherwise." You then pull yourself out of his embrace and place your hands on your hips. "Now, we still gotta heal your fresh wounds, so prepare yourself."
"Aw, crap," Guts grimaces. He knows it's all out of love, but still...There has to be a better treatment than that damn ointment.
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Authors note: It's the first time I write something like this so I hope you like it! Mostly fluff, and random headcanons.
Warnings: It's just a bunch of fluff, and random scenarios but its yuji x female!reader
Imagine Yuji Itadori as your boyfriend...
boyfriend!yuji Who doesn't even realize he has to ask you to be his girlfriend. In his mind, the two of you were already dating. It isn't until Nobara points out how weird it is that he never actually asked you out that he freezes, staring at her in complete confusion.
boyfriend!yuji Turns out to be unbelievably clingy. Once you're dating, you're basically his favorite person in the entire world, and he wants to be around you whenever he can. Personal space? Never heard of it. He's holding your hand at restaurants, bumping shoulders with you while you walk, tugging you into random hugs at the park, and cuddling up to you the second you're both home. Sleeping? He'll somehow end up wrapped around you like you're his favorite pillow. Yuji is essentially a six-foot-tall golden retriever who runs on affection and quality time.
boyfriend!yuji Has a hard time expressing complicated emotions. Yuji is honest by nature, but when he's overwhelmed, he tends to keep things to himself rather than risk worrying you. It takes time, patience, and plenty of late-night conversations before he realizes that communication isn't about finding the perfect words, rather than about letting the other person in. Letting the love of his live in...
boyfriend!yuji Does not own a hoodie since he met you. His wardrobe? Entirely yours. His favourite hoodie? It's better if smells like you. And if you ever walk out wearing one of his shirts? He'll stare at you for a solid minute before immediately making you his new phone wallpaper.
boyfriend!yuji Can't cook. Even if his life depends on it, he will always end up burning the food. He once burned a soup and called you crying. By the time you arrived, he looked genuinely defeated, quietly admitting he felt a little useless. But standing beside you in the kitchen, humming along to the music while you guided him through the recipe and held out little spoonfuls for him to taste, made everything feel okay again.
boyfriend!yuji After one particularly dangerous mission, something in him changes. The thought that you could get hurt because of your connection to him haunts him for weeks. He becomes painfully aware of your safety, always walking on the side closest to the road, instinctively reaching for your hand in crowded places, making you text him when you arrived at places... Anything that could help ease his mind about you being in danger.
boyfriend!yuji Who won't admit it but dreams about your wedding since the day he met you. Can't wait to see you in a bridal outfit, you becoming ms. Itadori, start thinking of children... More than anything, Yuji longs for the family he never really got to have.
boyfriend!yuji Loves being in your arms. Whenever he's stressed, overwhelmed, or simply exhausted, you'll find him quietly wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against your shoulder.
boyfriend!yuji Who does not get jealous, boy he knows he is dating a pretty girl, people will stare, even some guys will try their luck. It barely bothers him, though. You chose him, and he trusts you completely. Most of the time, he's just standing there with the biggest smile on his face, wondering how he got so lucky.
boyfriend!yuji The funniest guy you ever met. If you laugh at one of his stupid jokes it's over. He'll make it his personal mission to keep that smile on your face, coming up with joke after joke until you're laughing so hard you can't breathe. Most of the times he ends up not even making sense.
boyfriend!yuji Sends you a picture of everything that reminds him of you. Including Megumi's grumpy looks.
boyfriend!yuji Celebrates your victories as his own. Passed an exam? He will buy a cupcake. Got that job you wanted?Dinners on him, your favourite ramen place. Even the smallest accomplishments deserve to be celebrated because, to Yuji, watching you succeed is one of the greatest joys in the world.
The quiet morning air in the second-year dorm lounge was usually filled with the frantic sound of Yuji eating three bowls of rice in under two minutes or yelling at the TV during video games.
Today, it was silent.
Yuji was sitting at the low table, perfectly upright, staring straight ahead at a wall outlet with the intense, hollow gaze of a man who had seen the secrets of the universe and wished he hadn't. Every time the heavy wooden door to the corridor clicked, his entire body twitched, his shoulders locking up so hard he looked like a statue carved out of granite.
Nobara walked in, dragging her feet in fluffy pink slippers and clutching a mug of instant coffee. She stopped, staring at him.
"You're doing it again," she said.
"I'm not doing anything," Yuji said instantly, his voice cracking into an octave so high it was audible only to dogs. "I'm just sitting here. Hydrating. Mind my own business."
"You've been staring at an electrical socket for twenty minutes," Megumi said, walking in behind Nobara with a freshly sharpened kunai. "And you haven't touched your breakfast."
Yuji looked down at the untouched bowl of tamago kake gohan in front of him. "I'm practicing discipline."
"You're practicing being a psycho," Nobara corrected, sliding into the chair across from him. "It's been three days since the Saitama mission, Itadori. You haven't made direct eye contact with [Name] once. Every time she walks into a room, you either jump out the window or pretend you've suddenly lost the ability to speak Japanese."
"I haven't jumped out a window!" Yuji protested, his face already flushing a dangerous shade of crimson. "I jumped onto the roof! That's different! I needed fresh air!"
"You threw yourself backward over a third-story balcony because she asked if you wanted half a donut," Megumi pointed out flatly. "You broke a bonsai tree on the way down."
"It was a very overwhelming donut!" Yuji hissed, leaning over the table and whispering aggressively. "You guys don't get it! My chest does this weird, heavy thumping thing every time she says 'Senpai' now! If I look at her for more than three seconds, my brain turns into absolute soup! I can't be around her, okay? I'm trying to be normal!"
"You are failing," Nobara said, taking a slow sip of her coffee. "Spectacularly."
Before Yuji could defend his honor, heavy, familiar footsteps crunched along the wooden hallway outside.
Yujiâs instincts kicked in instantly. His head snapped toward the window, his muscles tensing to leap. Megumi, predicting the idiocy, casually reached out and grabbed the back of Yujiâs collar, pinning him to the bench with a sigh.
The door swung open, and [Name] walked into the lounge.
She was wearing her standard grey sweatpants and a dark blue training tank top, her long hair pinned up in a claw clip. She looked relaxed, capable, and entirely too pretty for 8:00 AM. In her hand, she was holding a small, brown paper bag from the bakery near the train station.
"Morning, guys!" she said, her bright, loud voice filling the room instantly.
"Morning," Megumi said.
Nobara gave a polite wave. "Hey."
Yuji froze. He couldn't jump out the window because Megumi had a death grip on his collar. So he did the next best thing: he slammed his chin into his collarbone, picked up his chopsticks with trembling hands, and began frantically shoving unseasoned rice into his mouth, staring with intense focus at the corner of the table.
[Name]âs bright smile flickered for a fraction of a second. She walked over to the table, her heavy boots thudding softly against the floorboards, and set the paper bag down right in front of Yuji.
"Hey, Itadori-senpai," she said gently. "I got those melon buns you like. The ones with the extra custard."
Yujiâs heart did a terrifying double-flip against his ribs. She remembered the custard, his brain screamed. She bought them for me! Sheâs so nice! Iâm gonna die!
"Thanks," Yuji squeaked out, keeping his head down and staring intently at a grain of rice. "Appreciate it."
He didn't look up. He didn't smile. He didn't even use his usual enthusiastic booming voice. He just reached out, took the bag without making eye contact, and stuffed a whole bun into his mouth, chewing like his life depended on it.
[Name] stood there for a long moment, her hands hanging awkwardly at her sides. Her hazel eyes, usually so full of loud, easy confidence, dimmed slightly. A small, anxious furrow appeared between her brows.
"Oh," she said softly. "Cool. Glad... glad you like them."
She stood there for another three seconds, waiting to see if heâd say anything elseâask her about her morning, offer her a piece, make some dumb joke about Gojo. But Yuji was stuck in absolute panic-paralysis, his entire face burning red while he chewed in dead silence.
"Well," [Name] mumbled, stepping backward toward the door. "I'm gonna go... do some solo laps on the track. See you guys later."
The door slid shut.
The silence in the lounge was deafening.
Megumi let go of Yujiâs collar. Nobara slowly set her mug down on the table, her eyes fixed on Yuji with deep, genuine disbelief.
"You are an actual monster," Nobara said.
Yuji choked on his melon bun, beating his chest frantically before turning to her in horror. "What?! What did I do?!"
"Did you see her face?!" Nobara snapped, leaning across the table and grabbing him by his sweatshirt. "She thinks you hate her! Sheâs been stressing out for three days trying to figure out what she did wrong on the Saitama mission to make you despise her!"
Yujiâs jaw dropped so fast his melon bun almost fell out. "WHAT?!"
"She asked me yesterday if she hit the curse too hard and messed up your rhythm," Megumi said, leaning back against his chair and shaking his head. "She thought she was being sloppy and that you were disappointed in her as a senior."
"Disappointed?!" Yuji practically screamed, scrambling up onto his knees on the bench. "I think sheâs the coolest person alive! She kicked a Grade 2 through three concrete walls! I was in awe! I'm in awe every day!"
"Well, maybe tell her that," Nobara roared back, shaking him by his collar, "instead of acting like sheâs given you the plague every time she breathes near you!"
Yujiâs head spun. The thought of [Name]âbright, confident, wonderful [Name]âwalking around thinking he was mad at her, feeling self-conscious because of his stupid, panicked behavior... it hit him ten times harder than any punch Sukuna had ever thrown at him.
He didn't care that his heart was hammering. He didn't care that his face felt like it was on fire.
"Where is she?!" Yuji yelled.
"She literally just told you she was going to the track, you absolute brick," Nobara groaned.
Yuji didn't wait to hear another word. He kicked off the bench, sprinted out of the lounge, and blasted down the wooden hallway, his socks slipping on the polished floor as he rounded the corner toward the outdoor courtyard.
The morning air outside was crisp and cool, the damp grass glittering under the pale sunlight.
[Name] was on the far side of the dirt track, her head down, lacing up her running boots. She was biting her lower lip, her usual posture slumped slightly forward.
She was confused, and honestly, her chest felt heavy in a way she wasn't used to. Ever since sheâd joined Jujutsu High, Yuji had been her rock. He was the one who laughed at her terrible jokes, the one who matched her energy stride for stride, the senior who made her feel like she belonged here despite how dangerous everything was.
And now, he couldn't even look her in the eye.
I must have screwed up, she thought, pulling her boot laces tight. Maybe I was too loud. Maybe I was too familiar. I shouldn't have grabbed his waist like that under the roof during the rain. He probably thought I was being weird.
She let out a long sigh, standing up and wiping her hands on her pants, preparing to start her laps.
"[NAME]!"
The shout echoed across the open grounds like a cannon shot.
She turned around, her eyes widening.
Yuji was sprinting across the dirt track toward her at full speed. He wasn't using cursed energy, but his sheer, terrifying natural athleticism meant he crossed the hundred-meter gap in about three seconds flat, leaving a cloud of dust behind him.
He skidded to a halt right in front of her, his heavy sneakers kicking up dirt, catching himself with his hands on his knees. He was panting heavily, his face flushed bright red, his pink hair sticking up in all directions.
"Itadori-senpai?" [Name] took a small step back, her hands coming up defensively. "Woah! What's wrong? Is there a curse on the grounds?!"
"No!" Yuji shouted, snapping himself upright. "No curses! No emergency!"
"Then... why did you run over here like that?" She looked at him cautiously, her hazel eyes searching his face. She rubbed the back of her neck, dropping her gaze slightly. "Listen... if you're mad at me about something from the Saitama mission, or if I'm being annoying, you can just tell me. You don't have to ignore me. Itâs kind of... making me feel like a bad partner."
Hearing her say it out loud made Yujiâs chest ache with pure, unadulterated remorse.
"No!" Yuji practically yelled, stepping forward. He reached out and grabbed both of her wristsânot hard, but firmly enough that she stopped squirming. "No, no, no! [Name], listen to me! You're not a bad partner! You're incredible! You're literally the coolest sorcerer Iâve ever seen!"
[Name] blinked, completely caught off guard by the intensity in his voice. Her cheeks flushed pale pink. "I... I am?"
"Yes!" Yuji insisted, his voice booming over the quiet field. "Your footwork is amazing! Your timing is perfect! You drew a cat in your margins during Gojo's class and it was a really good cat! You're tall, and you're strong, and you bought me strawberry milk, and you share your pork buns with me, and you're... you're literally my exact type!"
The words flew out of his mouth before his brain could put up a single wall to stop them.
The wind blew softly across the dirt track, carrying away the echo of his voice.
[Name] froze. Her wrists were still held gently in his hands. Her mouth parted slightly, her eyes widening into huge, shocked saucers. "Your... your what?"
Yujiâs brain finally caught up to his tongue.
The reality of what he had just roared at the top of his lungs settled over him like a bucket of ice water.
He let go of her wrists instantly, taking two panicked steps back, his hands flying up to cover his face. "I MEANâAS A SENIOR! LIKE, AS A FRIEND! AS A PERSON WHO APPRECIATES GREAT PERSONALITIES AND VERY EFFICIENT KICKING TECHNIQUES!"
[Name] stared at him. The faint pink blush on her cheeks suddenly deepened, expanding into a dark, burning crimson that matched his own. Her heart, which had been heavy a moment ago, suddenly began hammering against her ribs like a runaway freight train.
Exact type? her mind replayed, stalling out entirely. Tall with a great personality... wait. Wait.
"You..." [Name] pointed a slightly shaking finger at him, her voice squeaking just a little. "You were ignoring me because... because you were nervous?!"
"I WAS NOT NERVOUS!" Yuji shrieked, his voice reaching pitches hitherto unknown to mankind. "I WAS PRACTICING DISCIPLINE! AND ALSO MY HEART DOES A WEIRD THING WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP IT!"
[Name] stood there in the middle of the track, looking at this terrifyingly strong, incredibly brave boy who fought Special Grade curses without flinching, currently sweating through his clothes and screaming because she had bought him a melon bun.
And suddenly, the strange, fluttering feeling she had felt under the rainy overhang three days ago came rushing back, ten times stronger, making her stomach do a somersault.
She didn't get it before. She was dense, she was focused on training, and she had always thought of herself as just "one of the guys." But looking at Yuji right nowâhis face red, his hands flailing, his eyes wide with pure, terrified honestyâshe realized something.
She didn't just think he was a cool senior.
She really, really liked him.
A slow, brilliant, completely helpless smile broke across [Name]âs face. The heavy weight in her chest vanished entirely, replaced by a warm, bubbling lightness that made her laugh out loudâthat loud, wheezing laugh that Yuji loved so much.
"You're such an idiot, Itadori-senpai," she wheezed, wiping a tiny tear from the corner of her eye.
"I know!" Yuji wailed, burying his face in his hands again. "I'm sorry! I won't jump off any more balconies, I promise!"
"No, it's fine," [Name] said, stepping closer to him. She reached out and lightly tugged his wrists down from his face, forcing him to look at her.
Yuji swallowed hard, his breath hitching as her warm fingers wrapped around his hands.
"You don't have to jump off balconies," [Name] said softly, her hazel eyes shining, her cheeks still bright pink. "And... you don't have to ignore me either. I like talking to you. A lot."
Yuji stared down at her. She was tall enough that he didn't have to look down very far, her bright, warm smile right there in front of his face.
"Really?" Yuji asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," [Name] grinned, giving his hands a firm, reassuring squeeze. "Really. Now come on. You owe me a run. And after this, you're going to eat that melon bun in front of me like a normal person."
"Okay," Yuji blurted out instantly. "Yes! Absolutely! I will eat the bun!"
She laughed again, letting go of his hands and turning to jog down the track. "Catch up, Senpai! Last one to the fence buys the drinks!"
Yuji stood on the dirt track for a second, watching her long legs stride smoothly across the ground, her ponytail swinging behind her in the sunlight.
His heart was still beating like crazy. His face was still burning. He still felt like he was entirely out of his depth.
But as he dug his sneakers into the dirt and took off after her, a massive, unstoppable grin spread across his face, brighter than the morning sun.
I really love this, but I realized that they never officially started dating so I probably write it, but it depends on hiw well this does.... maybe like 150 likes will do the trick...
The morning heat had given way to a cool, quiet evening, bathed in the soft orange glow of the setting sun over the Jujutsu High campus.
Yuji sat on the edge of the elevated wooden porch, his legs dangling over the grass. Next to him sat a oversized, ridiculously fluffy, three-foot-tall bright blue dog plushie, its tiny bead eyes staring blankly into the yard.
Beside the plushie sat [Name], clutching a plastic cup of three-layer shaved ice. Her track jacket was tied around her waist, and her high ponytail swung gently as she kicked her feet in rhythm with his.
It had taken Yuji forty-seven hundred-yen coins, two light threats to break the machine's glass, and a very tense fifteen minutes at the Shibuya arcade, but he had done it.
"I still can't believe you actually got it," [Name] said, her voice soft with a quiet, lingering awe. She reached over and patted the giant plushie on its plush head. "It's so soft. Look at its little snout."
"I told you!" Yuji said, though his usual booming volume was replaced by a strangely gentle tone. "I said I'd get it for you. A senior always keeps his word."
[Name] took a bite of her strawberry-and-condensed-milk ice, humming in satisfaction. "You're a good senior, Itadori."
Yuji looked at her profileâthe way the fading sunlight caught the hazel in her eyes, the small speck of blue syrup near the corner of her lip, the calm, relaxed posture of her broad shoulders. His chest felt full, but for the first time in a week, the panic was gone. It had been replaced by a quiet, steady certainty.
"Hey, [Name]?"
"Yeah?" She turned her head, looking at him openly, with zero walls or hesitation.
Yuji took a slow, deep breath. He didn't look away this time. He didn't scramble for an excuse, and he didn't try to hide behind a joke.
"I don't just want to be your good senior," Yuji said clearly.
[Name] paused, her spoon hovering halfway to her mouth. She lowered the cup slowly into her lap, her heartbeat suddenly picking up a steady, rapid thud in her throat. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... when I said you were my type on the track the other day, I wasn't just talking about sports or footwork," Yuji said, his face warming up, though his gaze remained fixed on hers. "I mean I like you. Like, really, really like you. I like how strong you are, I like how loud you laugh, and I like how every time you walk into a room, my whole day just gets better."
The silence that settled between them wasn't cold or awkward. It was heavy with anticipation, carrying the soft rustle of evening leaves around the courtyard.
[Name] felt a wave of warmth flush straight to her face, a deep, blooming blush spreading across her cheeks. But instead of shrinking back or laughing it off, she set her shaved ice down on the wooden floorboards next to her.
She shifted around to face him, drawing one knee up onto the porch.
"You know," [Name] began, her voice unusually quiet, "when I first came here, I thought you were just this super cool, crazy-strong second-year who was nice to everyone."
Yuji blinked. "I am nice to everyone!"
"You are," she smiled, a small, genuine curve of her lips. "But then you started bringing me that specific milk. And you caught me in the rain without even thinking about it. And then you sprinted across an entire field just to make sure I wasn't sad."
She reached out, her fingers closing gently around Yuji's hand where it rested on his knee. His breath hitched at the contact, his fingers twining around hers instinctively.
"I've never met anyone like you, Itadori-senpai," [Name] whispered, looking right into his eyes. "You make me feel safe, but you also make my heart do this stupid, fluttery thing that I didn't understand until now. So... I like you too. A lot."
Yuji stared at her, his jaw slightly open, as if his brain was processing the words one by one. "Wait. Really? Like... dating like?"
[Name] let out that loud, wheezing laugh, leaning her forehead against his shoulder for a second before looking back up. "Yes, you idiot! Dating like! Unless you were planning on winning giant blue dogs for all your other juniors?"
"No! Absolutely not! Only you!" Yuji blurted out instantly, his grip on her hand tightening as a massive, radiant smile split across his face. "Just you! Forever!"
"Okay, good," she grinned, her cheeks still bright pink. "Then we're dating."
"We're dating," Yuji repeated, the words sounding unreal and wonderful on his tongue.
He didn't hesitate this time. Driven by a wave of pure, unfiltered joy, Yuji leaned in and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a big, tight hug. [Name] gasped softly in surprise before laughing and wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. He smelled like soap, sunshine, and victory.
From the second-floor window overlooking the courtyard, three heads were crammed together behind the curtain.
"Finally," Maki muttered, crossing her arms and stepping back. "If they took another day, I was going to set fire to that plushie."
"They're cute," Panda sniffed, dabbing at a fake tear on his furry cheek. "Look at them. It's youth."
Megumi just sighed, letting the curtain fall back into place, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward into a rare, faint smile. "At least he'll stop jumping off the balconies now."
"Don't count on it," Nobara smirked, taking a photo through the glass with her phone. "Now he's just going to be twice as loud about it."
Down on the porch, the sun finally dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of violet and pink. Yuji pulled back slightly, his hands resting on [Name]'s broad shoulders, his face glowing with an easy, radiant happiness that no curse in the world could touch.
"Hey, [Name]?"
"Yeah, Yuji?"
Hearing her drop the senpai made his heart do one last, blissful flip.
"Want to go get more pork buns tomorrow? As my girlfriend?"
[Name] grinned, leaning forward to lightly bump her forehead against his. "Only if you pay, boyfriend."
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bf!yuji who purrs when his hair gets scratched? (àčâąáâąàč)
everynight somehow always ends up like this. with yuji in your arms, murmuring about how tired he is and how much he has missed you.
the first time you hear it, you think you're imagining things.
you're sitting on the couch, half watching some stupid show while yuji is sprawled across you, his head in your lap.
he's been complaining for the past 15 minutes about how tired he is, which was normal.
one of your hands is holding your phone, mindlessly scrolling through your fyp. your other hand naturally finds its way into his pink hair.
just a little scratching at first.
your nails lightly drag over his scalp, absentminded and slow.
yuji goes completely still.
you glance down,
"yuji?"
"mhm."
his eyes are already closed. you smile and start scratching a little more, fingertips moving gently through his hair.
and then,
purr.
you both freeze.
the tv still continues to play in the background.
"...did you just purr?"
"no."
"you absolutely did, you liar."
"i did not."
you start laughing.
yuji's face immediately turns pink.
"stop."
"yuji!"
"it was a cough."
"a cough? really?"
"yeah."
"a cough that sounded like a cat?"
"hey, people can have unique coughs you know."
he buries his face against your stomach.
"forget it, i'm never doing that again."
"wait, wait,"
you scratch behind his ear.
purr.
his entire body relaxes. you stare down at him.
he stares back up at you with the most betrayed expression ever.
"...i hate you."
"you love me."
"unfortunately."
you laugh softly and continue scratching his scalp.
this time though, he doesn't even try to hide it.
his eyes slip closed again, his shoulders relaxing as he sinks further into your lap and stomach.
every few seconds, that tiny, quiet rumble comes back.
"you're like a cat yuji, you know that."
i've grown so fast omfg ily guys u are all so sweet
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my last yuji post is blowing up smm im so grateful
hope u guys like this one!!
also ty for 74 followers in like...one week!
all modulo!yuji needs after a hard day is soft touches, a warm bath and his pretty girl to make him forget about all the pain.
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yuji could feel the tiredness settle in his bones while he trudged his way homeâit was odd, that he had a place he could call home now. he was used to wandering, because after all his years of being alive, the sorcerers he grew up with was all he ever had. and they'd long since left, condemning him to a life of pain.Â
that was okay, though, he forgave them for it. clinging onto resentment as someone near immortalâŠnothing good would ever come of it. and unfortunately for him, he had not a resentful bone in his body.
what yuji itadori needed was a break, something, someone to make him forget about every sorrow he carried, even if it was merely momentarily. and it was more than he could've asked for, having you in his life.
you were the living embodiment of an angel, always so patient with him, so gentle, yuji for the first time in decades felt like he was at peace.
he opened the door to your apartment, always finding solace there, softly announcing his presence before you skipped and wrapped your arms around him.
"you look tired."
"i am." is all he mumbled before pressing his lips to your forehead, his arms around yours while he tried to ground himself.
"i know just the thing to help."
you dragged him through your place, eventually making it to your bathroom, your shelves lined with scented soaps and washes, your bathtub already full with candles lining the sink close by.
"what's all this?"
"i figured you'd need something to relax, go on." you beckoned him to the tub, helping him rid himself of his jacket, his shirtârunning your hands over his abs, looping your fingers through his belt loops before pulling him in for a soft kiss, with yuji melting into it, letting out soft sighs while he cupped your face.
"i missed you."
"you saw me yesterday, yuji."
"i still missed you."
he stepped into the water, his muscles relaxing entire in the warm bath, practically letting out a soft moan the second you ran your fingers through his hair.
"fuck, that feels good."
he was melting into you, his skin turning the softest shade of pink while you lathered the shampoo on his head, washing it out gently while he sighedâhis body was starting to smell like yours, the scent of your soap, your shampoo clouding his brain while you took such good care of him, it made him want to weep like kid and stay stuck in this loop as long as his miserable luck would let him.
"well, aren't you going to join me?"
you planted a kiss to his lips, trying your best to keep the soap out of your mouth, before making it to the doorway.
"you can join me in bed, baby."
and he was dragging himself out of the tub almost immediately, drying himself as fast as he humanly could, before throwing on a pair of grey sweats and diving straight on top of you while you waited in your bed.
his full weight pressed against you while he nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling your scent while he arms crushed you as close as physics would allow him to, holding you down like the last good thing he had left would disappear if he didn't.
"do i ever tell you how much i love you?" he mumbled, kissing your neck while you let out a soft laugh, brushing strands of his wet hair away from his face before pulling his head a little back to look at him.
"you always do, yuu."
"i love you, i love you, i love you so much." he said between kisses, practically smothering you in affection, relishing in your fit of giggles.
"i love you too, yuji."
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the first time he spiderman kisses you, itâs in the rain. before you knew who he was and what his heart had to offer. cold seeps through your skin, barely felt, because your blood had already ran a similar temperature. iced out by adrenaline. it was your first time taking that route home from the campus library â youâd felt it in your bones just as birds do before a storm, something amiss and something astray. hooded figures following you through the shadows, dangerously close despite the pace of your strides.
you wouldnât dare to think about what they could have done or what they wouldâve taken from you. in fact, you barely had the time to worry. in a blur or red, blue and webs the perpetrators are flung into the nearest wall and trapped there. their intentions are forgotten, gone with the wind that kisses your skin as spiderman whisks you away from the scene.
when he lands, across the street from your apartment complex â the heavens open up with tears of relief. just as you would if you werenât trying to keep your composure around the guy.
the web-shooting hero places you carefully back on sweet, sweet ground â your feel the way his breath shifts beneath the mask, his exhale a warm caress against your cheek when your arms tighten around his neck. clinging onto safety. âitâs okay,â he murmurs, softer than you expected for someone who takes down the toughest criminals in the city on a daily basis. he sounds like a blend of warm cinnamon and cloves, spices in milk with a drizzle of honey that makes you feel warm at the heart. âiâve got you.â
you tilt your chin up at him then, blinking without really looking away and yuuji watches behind his lenses as you visibly relax in his bridal hold â enough for you to release striking red, blue and black spandex, enough for your you to let your toes touch the ground with featherlight footsteps. you look innocent, under the glow of evening street lamps accompanied by the shimmering rain that clings to your skin and clothes. innocent and beautiful. to the point where he fights the urge to brush a gloved finger over the apples of your cheeks to shoo the rain and tears away.
âyou saved me.â sniffling, you lick your lips and brush down your clothes as though youâve snapped back to a reality where youâve embarrassingly glued yourself to the cities favourite hero.
âthatâs what i do!â yuuji quips, cocking his head to the side and you can almost feel the way that spidermanâs lips spread into a smile behind his mask. âi couldnât let a pretty girl go without help.â and then, flustered: ânotâŠn-not that uhhh⊠youâre helpless or anything! iâm sure youâre so capable of taking care of yourself! i donât mean to come off asââ out of embarrassment, dying at the very least, yuuji flings a web up to the closest street lamp to escape the situation. flee the scene. L preparing to swing away⊠but you call to him like his presence is bound by a promise he swore to keep. voice demanding, but in the way that commands attention like that of an orchestraâs conductor. not authoritative or mean. just⊠wanting.
âspidey,â you emphasise his name â his hero name â and to yuuji, it doesnât feel impersonal. your tongue and your lips wrap around the alias the same way they would the very name he was given at birth. the one you would keep under your breath next to every fond word youâd ever said. it breaks the spider, pulls him apart starting with his chest â because he knows you cannot know who he truly is. it would only put you in more danger, like this. âthank you. it feels safer walking around after dark knowing thereâs a pair of eyes on me.â
yuuji itadori wonders if youâve known how often he would swing by just to look out for you since getting his powers. there is no wall he wouldnât scale for you, no web he wouldnât spin for you â all in the name of keeping you safe. tonight would be the first time youâd seen him, in the pouring rain, all super strength and quick wit quips that bordered on the edge of thinly veiled threats⊠because, well, no one touches spidermanâs girl. even if she doesnât know it yet.
the rain begins to pelt down harder on the two of you, some kind of divine intervention to yuujiâs thoughts â which race back to you and the cute way your jacket squelches around your frame. âoh um⊠youâre welcome?â
you giggle, water droplets in your lashes and sunshine in your smile despite the weather. âyouâre shy, arenât you?â almost appearing shy yourself, you wring your fingers amongst the wetness from the sky â the tips beginning to prune. yuuji wishes he could kiss them warm and smooth. âthatâs why you wear the mask?â
âwell i wouldnât call it shyâŠthatâs just how the whole vigilante secret identity thing works. yanno?â he crawls around the lamppost, feet clinging to the metal that allows the light to overhang and shower you in refractions of pale LED through crystalline rain. now, itadori hangs upside down before you â closer, inquisitive and spider-like as though to prove you wrong.
âright,â your head shakes, you pretend to be mistaken. âshy.â
something holds you back from prying. youâve always been intuitive, you never let secrets phase you, you never push because some people break under the weight of their own hidden truths. heâs sure, if you asked, he would tell you who he was. the only thing keeping yuuji from spilling his guts is the fear you might get hurt. if you know too much, when you fight so little. choosing your words over your fists.
he doesnât realise how much closer youâve gotten now, even in the rain your warmth radiates through his suit like sunshine parting rain clouds. âi wonât ask you to take it off, the mask, that wouldnât be fair to your vigilante shtickâŠâ thereâs a low husk to your voice now, the kind that comes with being left out in the cold. underneath it, the same yearning from earlier fills the space between words. âbut what i will ask, is that you roll it up for me? i just want to ⊠thank my hero.â
âthank him how?â yuuji obliges you anyway, because spiderman never says no the people of the city he loves and yuuji itadori never says no to you. the girl he secretly loves. the mask rolls up slightly, revealing his plush pink lips to icy rain but hiding anything past the tip of his nose.
then come the safe, blissful solace of your hands. their palms cupping his face, thumbs rubbing over the crease in his mask in awe of its work. âlike this,â you breathe, exhaling frosty air, before you press an angelâs kiss to the cool damp flesh of his cheek. burning spreads throughout his system, youâd see the vigilante blushing if he pushed up the mask any further.
yuuji couldnât even begin to count how many times heâd imagined this, the simple touch of your lips â whether theyâd be as warm and as soft as they looked every day. you send some sort of physical buzz through him, one that he craves and fires at his senses. he chases it before you have a chance to pull away â tilting his head a millimetre to the left just in time to capture your lips in a proper kiss.
the feelings he harbours for you, as yuuji itadori, take over and override his logical thinking as spiderman. you squeak before you melt against him â like sugar in the rain. sweet. syrupy. his tongue laps over yours, passing you a confession and a secret that can only be revealed when you read between the lines. your fingers curl in his cheeks, wet but no longer freezing as the way between your bodies is exchanged. you are the one to pull him tighter against you despite how he swings upside down, tasting and tasting as if you may never have to chance to do so again. or perhaps itâs because you recognise the way he moves, gentle but firm where his masked nose presses into your skin and becomes neighbours with your chin.
when air becomes scarce and your lungs feel as though theyâve been filled with flames â you pull apart, connected by a single string of saliva that thins in the rain. your fingers tremble either side of yuujiâs face, his senses pick up on the racing beat of your heart. âyouâŠyou kiss all the people you save like that, spidey?â
âno, not every one. only special girls get a spiderman goodnight,â he laughs, hoarse and needy. missing your mouth moving against him all too soon. âmight as well do it properly.â
you sing sweetly, wistful. âgoodnight spiderman.â his admission makes you flush, despite the chill to the night. the pavement suddenly becoming the most interesting thing about the city rather than the spider-like hero himself.
âgoodnight, pretty ânon-helplessâ girl.â he yanks the mask back down, hiding his winning grin and fixes his body upright. spiderman salutes you before he webs himself away into the night and youâre left standing across the street from your apartment â too dazed to even wonder how the cityâs masked hero even knew where you lived.
all you could think about is the softness of his lips and the chapstick that he tasted of. cherry-vanilla bliss. your favourite. the one your best friend, yuuji itadori, always says compliments you best.
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In a small, remote town not far off from Sendai, lies a beach house just off the coast of an almost unknown treasure to the Itadori family. Wasuke would guide a rather small, giddy Yuji to the waters, golden and glistening and utterly beautiful with the sun shrinking into the water, or so Yuji thought.
âGrandpa, hey, look!!! The sunâs doing it again!!â He shrieked with laughter, watching - tiny face awed.
âThe waves are eating the sun!â And Wasuke laughed, hair all tousled from drying in the sun. It had such little grey in it, like if the âsalt and pepperâ joke was just âsalt and pink saltâ. Its color seemed to darken into a beautiful magenta, taking on the shades of age with the unnatural color. He was younger; happier.
âAs time passes, boy, the sunâs doing will ebb away, so the moon may shine brightest. But donât worry, tomorrow, the sun will rise again. Itâs good to have that balance.â He spoke wisely, but Yuji didnât listen very much, splashing around. To be fair, Yuji didnât exactly know what that meant, either. Heâd then inquire boyishly,
âSo is the moon taking all of the sunâs brightness?â As if the moon were a bad guy.
Wasukeâs smile softened, grabbing the boy and tossing him into the waters all over again, making Yuji squeal and laugh as his head bobbed back up to the surface. âGrandpa!!â Heâd call out, swimming back over, and Wasukeâs knees stayed underwater, just where his shorts stopped from getting as wet.
âYouâre a good kid, Yuji, but so oblivious sometimes. No, my boy, the moon isnât bad just because the sun is good. Both are equals, you see? Night and day, itâs a cycle. A very pretty one, as you can see.â He pointed to the skies, the glorious and brazen reds and oranges fading to something softer - purples, pinks, much lighter oranges that almost seemed like a different color completely. It had Yuji gasp softly, finally taking in the colors of the world, and not just the green of the grounds, or the blue he swam in.
There was so much more to the world than just one or the other, heâd find.
That memory washes over him, and melancholy follows, ebbing away into something bittersweet. He looks to his classmates, his peers, and smiles.
âBecause weâre in my hometown, I thought Iâd show you guys this place. My olâ man wouldâa loved seeing how many people Iâve brought!â He beamed, fixing his swim shorts and glancing to Nobara and Fushiguro setting up chairs. Yuji grimaced, hating their city-culture, despite Nobara literally living in the sticks.
He nonetheless shot his hand to the waters, sun still high and proudly shining, its days catching on the few clouds out that afternoon.
âBeach day!!â He called out happily, and Nobara dragged him to the waters; the pair already duking it out, pressing on hands and trying to overpower one another. Those idiots, the thought endeared Fushiguroâs, who was under an umbrella - as to avoid the UV. He may act cool, but he was so performative when it came to keeping his pale skin. You sat beside him, focused more-so on how hot the sand was, and Yuji dashed over to not-so-invitingly pull you in. Scooped off your feet where you stood beside Fushiguro. He ignored your pleas for help, hiding his heating face when you called him a coward. He didnât wanna show how amusing that came off.
As the sun began to go down, the four of you spammed photos like no other, Nobara having her own little shoot with Yuji attempting to get her good angles - but he was no photographer. Fushiguro eventually joined in, taking photos much better, but eventually gave up to swim (finally, that vampireâŠ) and you just watch happily. Youâve been in the water all day, now, so you settled on simply sitting back in the utmost shallow, letting waves come and lap at your feet. Yuji silently took out his camera while everybody had their fun, and get the single most beautiful photo of you. His breath hitched, looking at the disposable camera heâd soon send in for prints, and a part of him felt that just one photo of you would be a waste. After all⊠you looked breathtaking in this light.
Your rather shitty version of highschool, more like a torture to no extent, was over - and for your faux âsenior tripâ, in a way, you and the others were⊠back. It had been a while since graduation, but because most people didnât make it far, Yuji invited a few others. Despite everything, you were still so beautiful. He just didnât think heâd ever get to have a life past this, though, and never dared make an advancement.
Everybody was already in the water - splashing around swimming deep and forming little bubbles of chatter and laughter, and you stayed back alongside the far more wise and rather reminiscent looking Yuji.
ââŠThanks for bringing us, again. This is a good memory.â You smile, pulling out a disposable camera, taking photos of everybody. He felt a wave of nostalgia, beaming at the little device. So, taking turns, you both got what you thought was everybodyâs best.
Once more, the sun ebbed away into the waters, and Yuji began to speak.
ââŠWhen I was young, like.. 8, maybe, my gramps took me here. Apparently, according to him, I.. thought the water ate the sun.â And you burst into laughter, shaking your head. It was just absurd!!
âHah.. what?â You heave, and he aims the camera up, snagging a photo of your candid shock laughter. Something sparkled in his eyes that he thought had left years ago. You pout and snatch the camera again, and he chuckled at your response, amazed by how fast you got it. You both played around and play fought like everybody else, or sat and had dumb talks, but with the sun left some of that giddiness - replaced by a wave of melancholy. Yuji always got that feeling when he looked at waves, lapping in a math sequence he learned as a first year. Itâs beautiful, how that worked. Everything being so connected. What an elegant way of admitting he could never control his decisions; live his own life.
You see this in himâof course you doâand softly place your hand on his. Itâs a comfort, nothing more, you remind yourself.
âWe get what we give, Yuji. The world keeps spinning, and what we survived will just have to pass with time. But othersâand meâtoo, see you. I see you.â You drawl the words out, careful as not to damage his mental in the process of saying it. He only nodded, which worried you, until you felt a soft shift of his hand. He took yours into his own, interlacing them. It was the closest you both had ever gotten to something stable.
You glance at him, and he does the same, and something silent yet thick stretches between you two. Your eyes are the first to dart away, and his follows where yours have suddenly become so interested in the towel sat on the sand you both are on. With the quiet softening, only a bit, you just use your free hand to take more photos, grateful that he had your non-dominant hand. His gaze shifted out, taking in everything heâd endured, and this small paradise he got rewarded with. So many people surrounded him⊠and were there, at an important place he once resided in so happily, now with a new set of peers. He didnât even catch from his peripheral how your camera aimed towards him, catching his hand in yours all in that little rectangle of film - and snap! A photo was taken. He looked so precious - candid and awed by what he managed to keep from this greedy world.
The sound of the clock was too close to his face to ignore, and his head turned, wide eyes seeking your own pair, thinned with endearment.
ââŠwas that?â And you nod, not needing the full question to understand. It made you smile, bright and wobbly and almost overbearingly sweet, and his resolve snapped. The camera was set down between you, and Yuji used his free hand to reach up to your face, cupping the cold and rather clammy skin from the water earlier. Your breath hitches, and he leans close.
Way behind you both was a mildly shocked, mildly not Nobara, glancing at Maki whoâd been tormenting her boyfriend.
ââŠDo you guys have a camera?!â She hissed, and Fushiguro came in clutch, offering his own disposable without failure at staying silent.
A photo is taken - a single, sickeningly sweet photo, of Yuji and you finally making contact. Itâs a soft kiss, and theyâre so far in the distance that it almost seems blurry, but itâs there. On film. A photographic version of a memory that couldnât be forgotten, even if you two tried. Right in front of that setting sun was a quiet deceleration.
A/N: aughhhhhh so cute!!! Sorry for not posting yesterday, I was doing requests! ;-;
hi! i was wondering if you could write guts giving a fem reader gentle aftercare ? just tooth rotting fluff, i havent seen any for guts on here unfortunately </3
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Hi! Gentle Guts is Best Guts, for real! Seriously, I was rereading the scene where he and Casca are intimate for the first time, and he is so gentle and sweet with her đHe would be such a great lover who will always want his partner to feel comfortable.
Guts x Fem! Reader Aftercare
You slowly open your eyes and see Guts panting in front of you. Sweat covers his entire face, for he definitely wore himself out from pleasure.
"Are...*huff* you feeling *huff* ok?" he asks as his eyes wander around your body. He wouldn't know what he'd do if he accidentally has harmed you in any way.
Nodding, you reply quietly, "I'm fine. That was amazing, Guts." You reach up to stroke his cheek wiping away the beads of sweat.
Your lover gives a small smile. "It sure was. Um, do you need anything? Water? A towel?" He glances down to your shared releases puddling underneath you both.
"Uh, a towel would be great, please," you answer. Guts is quick to reach over to his small pouch and pull out his trusty towel, the one he uses often after workouts.
"Are you OK using this one? Sorry, this is the only towel I have."
"That's fine, thanks." You are about to take the towel from him until he starts using it to rub your core. "Oh! Guts, you don't have to -"
"I want to," he tells you matter-of-factly. He has such a gentle touch for someone used to wielding a sword nearly 24/7. You feel your pupils begin dilating again as you watch him tenderly clean you. This side of Guts is something only you get to see, and it makes your heart race just thinking about the fact.
"There, I think that should do it. Is there anything else I can get you? Are you hungry?"
"I'm fine, Guts, really. But, uh, I wouldn't mind cuddling." You stretch out your arms to ask for a big embrace from him. Guts blinks, a slight blush painting his face.
"Of course, " he hums, leaning into you until his arms fully wrap around your tired body. You breathe in his comforting musk and nuzzle against his broad chest.
"Guts...Please don't leave me," you whisper, giving tiny kisses against his warm skin. "You're my anchor."
"I'm right here, babe, I'm right here," he soothingly murmurs against your hair. He inhales your sweet scent and clutches you tighter. This loving moment makes you both realize how wonderful peace truly is. Perhaps with the Hundred Years' War finally over, you can now settle down. But for now, you and he lie down against the comforting blankets and hold each other firmly. Eventually you'll be lulled to sleep as your hearts begin beating in sync.
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Can you make a fluffy oneshot of the reader and levi when she discoveres that her boyfriend has many drawings of her which he drew before and he really draws her alot. Make it super sweet and fluffy that I'll need to brush my teeth after it lol. đ By the way I love your blog alottt!!!
The Muse in the Gallery
Levi x fem reader
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Modern AU - famous artist Levi - boyfriend and girlfriend - lots of fluff
Your dog goes into Levi's studio, and you chase after him to discover beautiful art of you. You and Levi talk and kiss.
To the art world, Levi Ackerman was a revered genius. His galleries drew massive crowds, people standing in awe before his breathtaking, sweeping oil paintings of ancient, misty forests, violent churning oceans, and grand fantasy battles. His work was profound, melancholic, and deeply thought-provoking.
But to you, he was just Levi: your quiet, intensely loving boyfriend who made your tea just the way you liked it and held you close every night.
Since moving into your new home together, Leviâs studio was now directly attached to the house through a set of heavy wooden doors. Out of respect for his creative process, you had never stepped foot inside. It was his private thinking space, a sanctuary where he poured his soul onto canvas.
On a quiet Tuesday afternoon, Levi had stepped out to pick up fresh oil paints from the local supply shop. You were hanging out in the living room with your small, extraordinarily hyper little dog, a fluffy, happy little terrier mix named Earl Grey. Earl Grey was completely obsessed with Levi, always following him like a tiny shadow.
Missing his favourite human, Earl Grey trotted down the hallway, snuffling at the crack beneath the studio doors where Leviâs scent was strongest. With a soft nudge of his snout, the heavy door, which Levi had accidentally left unlatched, swung open.
"Earl Grey, no!" you gasped, your eyes widening in sudden panic.
You scrambled off the sofa and raced down the hall, catching the door before it swung all the way open. You stepped into Leviâs sacred studio for the very first time, your heart pounding as you looked for the little mischievous pup. You spotted him sniffing around a jar of paintbrushes on the floor.
"Gotcha, you silly boy," you whispered softly, scooping Earl Grey up into your arms and holding him securely against your chest. "Daddy isn't in here, you little troublemaker. You can't be in here..."
You turned around to hurry back out, and completely froze.
Your breath hitched in your throat. Earl Grey let out a quiet, confused yip as your grip tightened slightly, your eyes widening in utter disbelief.
The studio walls weren't covered in sketches of dark landscapes or fantasy monsters.
They were covered in you.
Dozens upon dozens of charcoal sketches, watercolour studies, and delicate pencil drawings lined every single inch of the exposed brick wall. There was a soft, tender sketch of you sleeping peacefully under the duvet, your cheek pressed into a pillow. Another of you laughing freely, eyes crinkled in pure joy. One of you sitting curled up in your favourite lounge clothes, completely lost in a book. A delicate, breathtaking watercolour of you stepping out of the shower, water glistening on your skin. Even a raw, intensely intimate charcoal piece capturing the flushed, breathless expression on your face during a moment of deep pleasure in bed.
And right in the centre of the room sat a massive oil canvas.
It was a fully finished portrait of you holding Earl Grey in your arms, looking directly forward with a smile so soft, warm, and radiant that anyone standing in front of the painting would instantly lock eyes with you. The detail was astounding, every eyelash, every subtle shift in light, captured with agonising, worshipful precision.
Tears welled up in your eyes. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
"So... my secret is out."
You jumped, turning around quickly. Levi was standing in the open doorway, holding a brown paper bag of art supplies, his eyes looking at you with a gentle, vulnerable warmth.
"Levi..." you breathed, your voice shaking as you looked from the walls back to him. "These are... oh my god, Levi, these are so insanely beautiful."
Levi set his bag down on a side table and walked slowly toward you. "Thank you," he murmured softly. "But you're the beauty, sweetheart. I just keep trying to capture you... but it's nearly impossible when the real thing takes my breath away every single day."
Unable to hold back, you quickly set Earl Grey down on the floor. The little dog instantly let out a happy bark, trotting over to circle Leviâs ankles, but you didn't wait. You practically dived into Leviâs arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he caught you effortlessly, his strong arms locking around you.
You cupped his face and began kissing him over and over, his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, making him let out a soft chuckle.
"I'm so sorry for coming in here, Levi," you pouted softly, rubbing your hands over his chest while he linked his fingers securely behind your waist to hold you up. "I swear I wasn't prying! Earl Grey snuck in looking for you, and I ran in after him so he wouldn't knock over any of your paints or break anything."
Levi looked up at you, his thumb gently stroking the small of your back. "Thank you for catching the little menace," he murmured, his gaze softening. "I should have locked the door."
"He missed you," you whispered, leaning down to press your forehead against his. "But... I missed you way more."
Leviâs eyes darkened with affection. "Is that so?"
He leaned up and began showering your face in soft, lingering kisses, tracing down your jawline to press warm, lingering kisses against the side of your neck, making you shiver in delight.
"I always miss you when we're not together, love," Levi whispered against your skin, his breath hot against your pulse point. "Even if you're just in the next room... it feels like miles away."
"I feel the same way," you giggled softly, tangling your fingers into his dark, silky hair.
You looked over his shoulder at the massive, magnificent canvas in the centre of the room, a warm heat rising in your cheeks. You turned back to him, smiling softly.
"You know... if you love drawing me so much, do you want me to model for you properly?"
Levi pulled back just an inch, his lips curving into a handsome, deeply smitten smile that lit up his entire face.
"I'd love nothing more, sweetheart," Levi murmured, leaning in to capture your lips in a long, sweet, and deeply passionate kiss. "You're the only thing I ever want to paint."
A Short Cute Headcanon: Kissing Yujiâs Scars đ„čâ€ïž
Thank you so much, @elrondswifeyyyy for this adorable idea! đ„čâ€ïž I just had to include it in my Short Cute Fanfiction series because it was way too sweet to pass up. Thank you all so much for reading, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! âșïžâ€ïž
Please note: The art is not mine. If anyone knows the original artist, please let me know so I can properly give them credit. đ
It starts on one of those quiet evenings where neither of you feels like talking very much. The apartment is peaceful, rain softly tapping against the windows while the two of you lie together on the couch beneath a warm blanket. The television is still on in the background, but neither of you is paying attention anymore.
Youâre simply enjoying each otherâs company. Yuji is lying on his back this time, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist while your head rests comfortably on his broad chest. You can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.
His body has changed so much over the years. Adult Yuji has grown into such a handsome man. His shoulders are broad, his arms thick with years of training and every time he wraps them around you, you feel completely safe. His muscles are firm beneath your fingertips from years of training, his shoulders strong enough to make you feel completely safe every time he hugs you.
As your hand slowly wanders across his chest, your fingers brush over the faint white scars scattered across his body.
One across his shoulder and another over his ribs.
A few smaller ones along his side.
Thin white scars run across his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms little reminders of battles he survived. Sometimes, when he catches himself looking in the mirror after a shower, his eyes linger on them a little longer than usual.
He never complains.
Never talks about them.
But you notice everything.
Tonight, as your fingers absentmindedly trace small circles over his chest, they brush across one of those scars.
Yujiâs body stiffens almost imperceptibly and you feel it immediately.
âSorry,â you whisper softly.
He smiles, but itâs smaller than usual.
âTheyâre kinda ugly, huh?â The words are so quiet that they almost disappear into the silence. Your heart aches hearing him say that and you slowly lift your head until youâre looking at him.
âUgly?â
He shrugs, avoiding your eyes.
âI meanâŠâ He laughs awkwardly.
âTheyâre everywhere.â His fingers scratch the back of his neck.
âI guess I kind of ruined the view.â
You stare at him for a second.
Then without saying a single word, you gently take his hand away from his neck. Your fingertips slowly trace one of the scars crossing his shoulder. Not because youâre examining it. But because youâre treating it with the same tenderness you would treat him.
Yuji watches you quietly.
âWhat are you doing?â
You donât answer. Instead you lean down and press the softest kiss against the scar on his shoulder.
Just one. A slow, gentle kiss.
Yuji freezes and his eyes grow slightly wider.
You move to another scar along his collarbone.
Another tiny kiss.
Then one on his chest and another along his upper arm. Each kiss from you was slow. Like youâre thanking every scar for bringing him safely home.
âSorry,â he suddenly murmurs.
You lift your head.
âFor what?â
He gives a small, awkward smile. His eyes drift away from yours.
âWhat?â
He laughs quietly, scratching the back of his neck. He looks down at his chest for a second.
âMy bodyâŠâ
Then his hand slowly rises toward his face. His fingertips gently brush over the scar running across the side of his lip. Before moving higher touching the scar stretching across his forehead. His smile disappears.
âThese are probably the ones I hate the most.â His voice is much quieter now.
âI see them every time I look in the mirror.â
âTheyâre the first thing people notice.â
You feel your heart ache. Because suddenly everything makes sense. All those tiny moments when heâd look away from mirrors a little too quickly. The way heâd sometimes avoid taking pictures if the light hit his scars too clearly.
He never said anything.
But now you know. Without saying a word, you carefully sit up until youâre facing him completely.
Yuji looks at you with confused eyes.
âAre you okay, babe?â
You smile softly. Your hand slowly reaches up not to hide the scar on his forehead. Not to cover the scar beside his mouth.
But to gently trace them with your fingertips. Like theyâre something precious. Something worth admiring.
Yujiâs breath catches.
âBaby?â
You donât answer.
Instead you lean forward. The very first kiss isnât on his lips. Itâs on the scar across his forehead.
A slow gentle and lingering kiss.
Yuji freezes completely.
His eyes widen.
âW-WhatâŠ?â
You smile against his skin before pulling away just enough to look at him. Then your thumb softly brushes the scar beside his mouth.
You can feel him becoming shy already. You lean in again and press another tiny kiss.Right over the scar beside his lip.
âMwah.â
Yujiâs cheeks immediately turn bright red.
âWhy⊠why are you kissing my scars?â
Your smile becomes even softer.
âBecause theyâre part of the man I love.â
He simply stares at you. You gently cup his face with both hands.
âI donât look at these scars and think theyâre ugly.â
âI look at them and I think theyâre uniquely yours.â
âThey make me recognize you in every room.â
âThey remind me that youâre here.â
âThat you survived.â
Your thumb strokes gently over the scar beside his lip again.
âAnd I think theyâre beautiful because theyâre yours.â
Yujiâs lips part slightly. No words come out.
So you keep going.
You lean down and begin kissing every scar you can find. One across his shoulder.
A gentle kiss and one over his collarbone. The long scar across his ribs.
âMwah.â
One along his side. Another on his arm. Each kiss is slow. Filled with so much love that Yuji feels his chest becoming tighter and tighter.
ââŠBabyâŠâ
His voice is shaking now. You continue until youâve kissed every scar you can see. Then you look back up at him.
âThere.â
You smile proudly.
âI didnât miss a single one.â
Yuji lets out the tiniest laugh through his embarrassment.
ââŠThatâsâŠâ
ââŠa lot of kisses.â
âI know.â
âBut I still think I missed some more extra kisses.â
Before he can answer, you lean in once more and pepper his forehead with a whole trail of tiny kisses.
âMwah.â
Then his cheek and the scar beside his mouth.
âMwah.â
You giggle quietly between each little kiss as Yujiâs entire face turns a deeper and deeper shade of pink.
âS-StopâŠâ he laughs, hiding part of his face in his hand.
âYouâre embarrassing me.â
âYou deserve to be embarrassed,â you tease with a smile. âYouâre too handsome.â
âHandsome?â he repeats in disbelief.
âThe most handsome.â
âThe scars too?â
You look at him like itâs the easiest question in the world.
âEspecially those.â
For a moment Yuji canât say anything. Then, all at once, he wraps both strong arms around you and pulls you tightly against his chest until you burst into laughter.
âYuji!â
âI love you,â he whispers into your hair, holding you like youâre the safest place heâs ever known. âThank youâŠâ
You smile, hugging him back just as tightly.
âIâll keep kissing them for the rest of our lives.â
Yuji laughs softly, resting his forehead against yours.
âThen maybeâŠâ
He smiles that bright, gentle smile you fell in love with years ago.
âMaybe Iâll stop seeing flaws every time I look in the mirror.â
You gently kiss the little scar beside his lip one last time.
âNo.â You smile.
âYouâll see what I see. These scars donât make you less beautiful. They make you the most beautiful man in the world.â
You smile softly, brushing a strand of pink hair away from his forehead and your other thumb gently strokes his cheek.
Yuji just looks at you. His eyes become glossy. Just enough that you know your words reached somewhere deep inside him.
He smiles that bright, boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.
âI think theyâre my favorite part of me now.â
Without warning, he suddenly wraps both strong arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest until you squeak. Yuji laughs softly, pressing one lingering kiss to the top of your head.
âI love you,â he mumbles into your hair, squeezing you just a little tighter. âThank youâŠI love you tooâ You giggle, hugging him back just as tightly.
âIâll kiss them every day if I have to.â
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warnings: nothing! just some good olâ firefighter yuuji content
If there was ever to be textbook definition of âthe perfect husbandâ, it would be Itadori Yuuji. His handsome mug would be right on the cover. While he had his flaws, just like every other person, his abundance of good qualities more than made up for them.
He was doting, so incomprehensibly loving and gentle. One couldnât begin the fathom the love he held within his golden heart. He had the charisma that could take him anywhere he wanted in the world, and the sheer determination to prove he deserved to be there. He was pure brawn. Now an adult, he was a gorgeous and charming six-foot-four package of almost pure muscle.
The world was at his fingertips. But he turned it away, in favour of being by your side.
He was your husband, and you were the light of his life. The âwind beneath his wingsâ as he would say.
Weekly flowers to liven up your kitchen, foot rubs after a long shift, spontaneous dates to the arcade that made you feel like you were still a teenagerâ he gave you it all without question. Anything you wanted was yours.
Itadori Yuuji, your playful and kind man, was sure he would someday manage to give you the moon.
But right now, he was focused on giving you a home. For years, you had stayed in the very first apartment you moved in to together.
It wasnât a terrible place to live by any means, you had a roof over your head and warmth, but it was no place for a woman like you. Yuujiâs words, not yours.
Your husband wanted you to have a traditional home, on the outskirts of the city for that peace and quiet everyone dreamed of, but close enough to the city for convenience. A main room with tatami mats for tea and relaxing, with doors that opened wide to allow you to look out onto a pretty and flourishing garden. A bathroom with a tub so big you could completely submerge yourself in bubbles after a hard dayâs work.
And so, Yuuji was working overtime to get you that house.
Firefighters already worked long hours, the shortest shifts being ten hours, and the longest being a full day. One entire day without seeing you, which Yuuji considered pure hell.
But now, he had offered himself up to be on call twenty-four-seven. Cracking his eyes open at the break of dawn, barely getting through his shower routine as he hastily made himself some toast to munch on whilst he trudged out the door with his heavy duffle over his shoulder.
And thatâs why, you were alone.
And as you waited for Yuuji to arrive home, T-Minus five hours, you doomscrolled. Obviously.
With the rain hammering against the windowâs of your apartment, and gutters and drains flooding outside, you had become a temporary shut in. Taking the less than pleasant weather as an excuse to sip wine and scroll through social media.
Although, rather than scrolling your for you page, you decided upon stalking some friends via your following. With it being summer, although the rain would make you think otherwise, your friends were doing all sorts of fun things, and they were surely posting about it all.
Firstly, you heard the sweet sound of a Beabadoobee song over a video your girl-friend had taken of the view from her hotel balcony. Hues of pinks and oranges melting together against a crystalline ocean view on white, sandy beaches. Her well manicured hand came into view as she gripped the glass railing, and she turned the camera around to herself. Hair slicked back and hoops in her ears, tan lines already visible on her shoulders.
âLucky bitch.â You muttered with feigned scorn, pulling up the comment section to leave a little message that she would probably not see for a few days, too busy enjoying the sun.
Next, a get-ready-with-me posted by a close colleague on her spam account. She was definitely a type B kind of girl. It was evident through the stained beauty blender and old brushes held together by tape, not to mention how she had cut open her tube of moisturiser to scrape all of the lotion that refused to squeeze out normally.
Weâve all been there, you thought, snorting.
Rants, dumb trends, dances, hauls, thirst traps, you continued scrolling and sipping.
Although, you soon saw a messy head of pink hair, dampened by sweat and a little misshapen due to the wear of a hat. Your husband had posted. Which was definitely odd.
Despite being chronically online and glued to Tik Tok like flies to honey, he never posted much himself. In fact, he was only ever seen on your account. His own page was repost central, none of the content being his own.
Yuuji was in his car. Skin glistening from putting out what was likely a small fire caused by an old woman forgetting to turn the stove off, he gripped his lunch box tight in his hands as he sat in the drivers seat. Starting off the video with a fat, cheesy grin, he then waved. Big and loud despite the action itself being silent.
âHey, hey, hey! First video, so donât make fun of me.â He greeted, pointing to the camera as a mocking threat.
âThe hell is he doing?â You muttered, slumping down further into the couch and adjusting the pillow behind you.
Inhaling, he then continued, eyes crinkled with the smile that seemingly never left his face. âIâm a fire fighter, so I work these real long shifts. And my wife, hey baby,â he began, stupidly winking with the little greeting meant only for you, âpacks me super cute lunches. Sheâs been doing this for likeâŠâ He paused to think, mouth tightening with a thoughtful pout and chocolate eyes looking to the roof of his car. âA year, I think. I mean, sheâs always packed me lunches but theyâve gotten even sweeter recently.â
And that just set your already soft heart alight. A small frown tugging at your lips as your body relaxed back into the couch even furtherâ because you were quite literally melting.
Your sweet, strong, beautiful man just randomly felt the urge to show off your little lunches online. How fucking adorable was that?
His tongue poked out of the corner of his slightly chapped lips as he began unzipping his lunch bag, brows furrowed as he pulled each container out to ready them for his little haul.
âOkayokay-â He finally spoke again, holding up the first container and popping the lid off with some small clicks. In typical Yuuji fashion, he took a dramatic whiff, then clumsily aimed the open container to the camera.
âNiku dangooo!â He sang, then grinned once more. And sure enough, in the box were three home made chicken meatballs, extra ginger, glistening with a sauce you spent weeks perfecting. Garnished well with some spring onion and sesame seeds. âYou see how good that looks? Honestly, Iâm kinda mad because this was my signature dish and now she does it better than meâŠâ He mumbled, picking up a skewer and taking a wolfish bite.
âIâm gonna need to find a new signature dish.â He loudly exclaimed through bites, jaw clenching with each chew.
Then, swallowing that bite, he placed the skewer back in the glass container, and moved onto the next box. Body almost shaking as he eagerly continued with his haul.
A gasp made it clear that this was the first time he had opened his lunch bag this day. It was as much as a surprise for him as it was for the viewers. âOuuuu, she loves me, she loves me!â Your husband rushed out, pearly whites fully on display with his excitement.
Finding yourself giddy by proxy, you snickered softly. Bottom lip softly caught between your teeth as you watched with glee. You had a feeling you knew what he was so excited about.
With hands much too calloused and strong for a man so gentle, he gripped the smaller container and harshly tapped the sides of the box, forcing any viewer looking elsewhere to focus back on the food. âMy wife is so good to me, look at that!â He whisper-yelled, slowly setting the container in his lap to carefully lift out whatever it was that was making him so chipper.
Taiyaki. Three, exactly. Golden and crisp, the fish shape a little wonky, but clearly made with an unquantifiable amount of love poured into it.
âYou see this shit?â He then takes the fork you had packed for him, scraping the side of it gently across the crispy surface of the golden brown batter. The sound, crisp and smooth, for some reason made him shake his shoulders. Tongue poking out as he shook his head, silently screaming. Genuinely just being a weirdo and having a small freak out in his car, fuelled by pure excitement over the lunch his loving wife had made him.
âBet you guys donât have a wife that does this, huh? Huh?â He leans towards the camera, eyes widening before he quickly slumped back into the seat. âGonna eat this now actually. It looks too good.â He murmured, already having inched the golden fish closer towards his mouth, letting his teeth sink into the crisp batter slow and savouring.
Yuuji nodded through his bites, holding his pointer finger and thumb close before tapping them together. Upon swallowing his bite, licking the crumbs and custard filling from his lips, he said âI see my wife do that sometimes. I dunno what it means, though. Lemme know if I did that right.â
He then set his taiyaki down with practiced care, almost like he was tucking a child into bed with how preciously he treated your savoury little fish shaped treats.
Eyeing the camera once more, he stretched his mouth wide and barred his teeth, âOof- Iâm running out of time.â Bringing his lunch bag to his lap again, he began fishing through the contents with more urgency, chanting âspeed-run, speed-run, Iâm a speed-runner-â.
And somehow, within the next minute or so, he had managed to show off his favourite store bought onigiri which you had treated him to, described as âalmost good as making out with my wifeâ. Two small bottles of yakult, as he is a âhealth kingâ, to which you called out for being an absolute fucking lie. He was a trash can for any kind of food, so quite the opposite. Chopped fruit mixed in with some little dark chocolate balls for a healthy treat, and chewing gum for the âinevitable stank breathâ the aforementioned Niku Dango would give him.
And on this video, that currently only stood at 12 likes and three comments, one Nobara and two from Todo, he ended the video with a smile. Eyes small and bunched up with the apples of his flushed cheeks glistening with sweat and grime, and posture relaxing with ease. âSee you when I got home, baby! Mwah!â
You are so eating him up when he gets home.
i saw this sweet man on tik tok show off the lunch his wife made him, and he always says 'she loves me, she loves me!', so i just had to write this for yuuji! i forget the guys account name so if you know who im talking abt pls comment and lmk!!!
Warnings: Smut, Fluff, A sprinkle of angst, AFAB Reader, Porn with a little bit of Plot, Oral Sex, Fingering, P in V Sex, Edging, Aftercare (Let me know if I'm missing any)
Summary:
Months after the eclipse, you're still grappling with it all. But at least you're not alone. You might as well get railed to ease the burden of living.
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âIâm ok,â you repeat, smiling more easily now. His brows furrow and he rests his forehead against yours.Â
âI could have lost you,â he whispers, his eyes sheen in the light. You click your tongue and pinch his cheek. Guts scowls but doesnât move away.Â
âBut you didnât. Iâm right here. Iâm standing right in front of you, so why do you keep looking back?â Thereâs a slight tremor in your tone. You unclench your fists, pushing him back to create some distance. Thereâs a brief flash of emotion across his face, but it dissipates with the heat simmering your blood. âIâm right here,â you whisper against the roar of the waterfall.Â
Note:
Hello! I know I disappeared for like, almost a year. No freak accidents or anything of the like. Life has just been busy and I have poor time management. But I missed writing, even though it did not miss me ;-; The writing gods did not bless me with inspiration for a long while, not to mention I have a stubborn habit of only having one wip at a time (I have multiple ideas, but I only work on one fic at a time).
In any case, I hope this brings joy to somebody. I am frankly tired from editing this monstrosity so I'll leave you to enjoy :)
Happy Reading! ăŸ(âąÏâą`)o
Note: This does take place in the same universe as Love Triangle but this can be read as a stand-alone.
Water cascades down your body, beating into your skin. The temperature was freezing earlier, but now itâs numbed into a slight chill. You stare at the rock wall, trailing along the cracks and crevices that crater the surface. Sprinkles of minerals sparkle throughout, reflecting rainbows when the moonlight hits them just right.Â
The cold bite of metal stings into your shoulder, and you jerk away from the contact. Whirling around, you come face to face with Guts. He stares at his hand, clenching it into a fist before it drops to his side.Â
âYouâre gonna freeze to death,â he says. You notice the gray towel peeking out behind his arm.Â
You drag your fingers through your hair, shaking off the water droplets. A few stray drops trickle down your chin, and Guts watches them drip along your collarbone. âIâll be done soon,â you say. The phantom blood still sticks to your raw skin, the scent of iron lingering while your body becomes a collage of self-inflicted wounds. You scrubbed and scrubbed, but itâs not enough. Not even an entire ocean can wash away the atrocities you witnessed. But maybe thatâs the burden of surviving the eclipse, for living when you were marked for death.Â
âYou looked done 20 minutes ago. Skinâs gonna start peeling if you donât stop,â he says. You look away from Guts and pick at the dead skin underneath your nails, grimacing at your wrinkled fingertips.
âI donât feel done. I donât think I ever will,â you admit in a hushed whisper. Guts doesnât say anything, offering his hand for you to take. Accepting the gesture, youâre tugged into his chest. The soft towel gently pats your skin dry and tousles your wet hair. He pauses, eyes scanning your face. âIâm okay, as okay as one can be in our situation.â Your lips twitch into a small smile, but this seems to only frustrate him more.Â
Guts growls, his jaw clenched shut. âIâll kill him.â Thereâs no room for questioning who âheâ is. You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, and his posture relaxes. Your thumb traces the bags underneath his eyes.Â
âIâm ok,â you repeat, smiling more easily now. His brows furrow and he rests his forehead against yours.Â
âI could have lost you,â he whispers, his eyes sheen in the light. You click your tongue and pinch his cheek. Guts scowls but doesnât move away.Â
âBut you didnât. Iâm right here. Iâm standing right in front of you, so why do you keep looking back?â Thereâs a slight tremor in your tone. You unclench your fists, pushing him back to create some distance. Thereâs a brief flash of emotion across his face, but it dissipates with the heat simmering your blood. âIâm right here,â you whisper against the roar of the waterfall.Â
âIâm notâŠ. âHe sighs and finally meets your gaze. âIâm not angry at you.â Guts fiddles with the towel in his hand. âI wasnât strong enough to save you.â His touch drifts towards the bandages wrapping his torso.Â
You walk up to Guts, enveloping him in a hug. âCan we pretend for once that everything is ok? That spirits arenât hunting us, and a bunch of Apostles wonât fuck up the world?â When he doesnât respond, you look to see him staring at the ceiling. âGuts?â
âClothes,â he stutters. âYouâre not wearinâ any.â You look down at your naked body pressed against his.Â
âYou werenât shy earlier when you were drying me.â Leaning in further has the desired effect when you feel a bulge against your lower abdomen. âLooks like someone has no complaints,â you say with a smirk.Â
Guts groans and shudders when you roll your hips. He wraps an arm around your waist, palm splayed against the curve of your back. His hand slides to squeeze your ass, and he whispers into your ear, âDonât provoke me.â Itâs a similar tone to when he shouts orders on the battlefield. You take it as an invitation to tease him further. He notices the glint in your eyes and clicks his tongue. âBrat.â
You know heâs soft beneath that tough exterior. You can see it in how he brings you something warm to drink when itâs cold, how his hands naturally gravitate to your waist or the small of your back. Guts doesnât like saying it, but you just know. Currently, heâs scolding you for being in the water too long. You wonât point it out, but he grabbed the softest towel to dry you.Â
âI love you,â you say. His hands freeze, and the lines on his face soften.Â
Guts sighs, âHow can you be so lovely and infuriating at the same time?â He cups your cheek but quickly recoils upon noticing the gleam of metal contrasting against your skin.Â
You grab his wrist and press a kiss onto the palm of his prosthetic hand. âItâs one of my many talents,â you reply, pressing another kiss to his lips to prevent him from biting them.Â
âItâs strange,â Guts mumbles. Your other hand slides down his chest, trailing along his abs to the waistline of his pants. His breath hitches, and he nips your earlobe in retaliation. âSometimes I still feel it when you touch that hand,â he says.Â
âDo you feel this?â You trace the outline of his growing erection, eventually rubbing your hand against the bulge in his trousers. He bucks his hips into your touch, and a low groan escapes from his lips. âOr what about this?â Slipping your hand beneath the fabric, youâre surprised by the lack of an additional layer. âExpecting something, are we?â You grin impishly at him, inching your fingers closer to his cock. Your skin is still cold from the water, and Guts is blazing beneath your touch.Â
âNot atââyou firmly grip his shaft and begin stroking languidlyââall,â he forces through gritted teeth. You can almost hear the creak of his jaw as it strains under pressure.
âSo you werenât expecting to find me still naked at the waterfall and indulge in some intimate acts?â You stop stroking to tease the head of his cock, running your thumb over the frenulum. Thick precum coats your hand, and you reluctantly pull away, but only to see the frustration grow on Gutsâs face. âThen I guess thereâs no need for me to continue.â You wade through the pool and use the waterfall to rinse your hand.Â
As youâre flicking off water droplets, a broad chest presses against your back, and thick arms wrap around your waist. The sudden force pushes you into the rock wall, your hands flying up out of instinct to lessen the impact. You turn your head to see Guts, completely bare, his clothes lying in a forgotten heap by the pool. That explains whatâs twitching against your lower back. You grind slow, lazy circles against his stiff cock, grinning at how he trembles with the slightest rock of your hips.
âStop,â he pleads, squeezing his arms to constrain your movements. Itâs cute; heâs pretending to stop you, but his hold is too lax.Â
You hum and redirect one of his hands to your breasts, sighing at the contact. âIf you really wanted me to stop, you wouldnât be enthusiastically rutting like a dog in heat,â you say. As if to prove your point, a low whine pitches in the back of his throat when you press against him to hinder his movements.Â
âSo maybe I donât want to stop,â he admits. âMaybe I want to rough you up against the wall until you canât walk the next day.â The imagery sends a gush of slickness between your thighs, and you rub them together to ease the ache.Â
âThen why donât you?â You spin around to face him and hook one leg around his thigh, tugging his hips closer. The sharp exhale followed by a groan is music to your ears. Your arms drape over his shoulders, sinking your nails into his broad back. You have him trapped. Or is it the other way around? He could effortlessly pry you off, but his dark eyes hold no intention of letting you go. âI donât break easily, you know,â you whisper against his lips, his breath fanning your face.Â
Guts bites his lips, fingers bruising your hips, marks heâll kiss in the morning when youâre bedridden. âIââ
You cut him off, and his Adamâs apple bobs. âLet me make myself clear, Guts. I want you to fuck me.â His breath hitches, the click of his throat silenced by the rush of water. âFuck me so damn hard I donât remember a thing about this shitty world we live in.â You want to spend at least an hour free from the waking nightmare that plagues your daily life. Maybe this isnât the best way, but it is the most pleasant.Â
You know youâll go to bed and dream of crimson skies and shrill screams. A world where the tang of metal never leaves your mouth. Where rot and decay fester in your lungs, smothering you alongside the scent of burning flesh. And then youâll wake up, touch your face to feel the wet streaks streaming down your cheeks. Guts will be sleeping beside you, faring no better in his dreams, relaxing only when you hold his hand and lay on his chest.
Yeah, the world is fucked up, and so is your mental state. You might as well get railed to ease the burden of living.
But enough about later. Whatâs happening right now is important. And whatâs happening right now is Guts pleading with his eyes to please you. He has one arm hooked underneath your leg to support it, the other still wrapped around your waist, hand dipping to cup your ass. He grinds his erection against your clit, and you bite your lip to hold back a moan.
Guts kisses behind your ear, sucking on the spot. Your blood thrums through your veins, buzzing with electricity. âGuess the waterfall will be useful,â he says.
âHow so?â you hum, closing your eyes as he trails his lips along your jawline. You tilt your head back, and he peppers your exposed throat with kisses, playfully nipping but careful to avoid breaking the skin. A tingle shoots up from the base of your spine when his teeth scrape over your pulse, tongue laving over your racing heartbeat.
âOthers wonât hear any of your screams.â He hoists you up, and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. âI get to have you all to myself.â Your back thuds against the wall, the rough rock leaving a light sting on your skin. Thereâs a hunger in his eyes that threatens to devour you. He always gets that look when heâs determined to spoil you rotten.
You ignore the throbbing heat in your core, focusing on the slanted curve of his lips. âOoh, confident are we?â you tease, dragging your nails across his back, grinning at the shudder it elicits.Â
âIâve always been skillful with my hands,â he says, lowering your feet. At the shallow end of the pool, water laps at your knees. The chill heightens the burn of your skin, and the slickness between your thighs becomes impossible to ignore. Guts sinks down, kneeling in front of you, hands parting your legs gently. He tuts and gazes at you with mock scorn. âYou cleaned up earlier, but now youâve made a mess again.â
âAnd whose fault is that?â you reply, inhaling sharply when his fingers rub circles into your thighs.Â
He hums and plants a kiss on your kneecap, lips skirting up closer to the source of your dripping cunt. âA man should always take responsibility for his actions.â His warm breath is like a spark of flint on kindling. It starts a blazing heat that crawls up and pools in your stomach, spreading throughout your veins until your entire body is engulfed in flames.Â
A thin veil of fog blankets your mind. For a second, you almost forget how to breathe. He looks up at you from between your legs, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. He looks eager to taste you; it causes you to clench tightly, gripping around nothing but air. And you want him to fill you up, to replace the void the eclipse left behind after it tore almost everything from you.Â
Your body seizes up. A cool jet of air against your clit catches you off guard. Guts looks you in the eyes, trapping you in their dark depths. âIfâat any timeâyou want me to stop, tell me,â he commands. His lips are pressed into a thin line, and he holds your gaze. He wonât continue unless you agree.Â
You wrack your brain together, drumming your fingers on the wall behind you to form a coherent thought. But all you can focus on is his warm breath against your skin, the burning ache in your core that beckons for his attention.
Guts sighs, drinking in your scent deeply. He licks his lips, and his fingers dig into your flesh. âI donât want this to be like the other times,â he admits.Â
You stare at him quietly, observing the clarity in his eyes. This isnât the first time youâve sought each otherâs company. After all, who better to seek comfort from than someone whoâs been through the same traumatizing event? Overcome with grief and guilt, you found solace in the warmth of his body and vice versa. It wasnât always sexual, but sometimes you crave the shelter of having no other thoughts besides pleasure. To know nothing else but pure bliss for a brief respite.
Guts mistakes your silence for rejection. âLet me cherish you,â he pleads. âLet me worship you the way you deserve.â And you recall dark nights of clashing teeth and tongues, scratches and bruises made just to feel somethingâanything. Thereâs still a tinge of purple around his collarbone, the imprint of your teeth long faded. The harsh lines on his face are nonexistent. His touch is light, revering.Â
You donât think youâve ever felt this important. Guts doesnât treat you like glass. He looks like he would raze the entire world in flames for you, and all you need to do is ask. Cupping his chin in one hand, you stare into his earnest eyes. Guts pulls away to plant kisses along your knuckles. The corners of his mouth curl up at your sigh when he nips at your fingertips. Itâs hard to describe this feeling. All the tension and worry in your body building up like a brick wall suddenly crumbles to dust.Â
And how can you say no when he looks so eager to pleaseâto love you? A brief taste of copper coats your tongue, and you ignore the phantom claws dragging down your lower abdomen. You focus instead on Gutsâs soft touches, the steady gurgle of water, and the moonlight filtering through the pockets of sky in the ceiling.Â
You are safe.Â
âOk,â you whisper. Slowly, you spread your legs apart and cool your burning cheeks with the back of your hand. âPlease touch me.â
Guts plants a kiss on your inner thigh, trailing upwards. He wants to drag this out and tease you until the anticipation has you dripping with need. With one calloused hand resting on your pubic mound, he licks a long stripe through your folds, groaning at your intoxicating taste. A jolt of pleasure crawls up your back before slamming into your core.Â
Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head when he eats you out messily. Obscene slurps and groans bounce off the rock walls. Guts slings one of your legs over his shoulder and focuses on your clit, inserting two fingers into your dripping cunt. Spots of light dance across your vision when he crooks his fingers to stroke your sweet spot. Itâs a wonder how youâre still standing.Â
Just as the band in your stomach goes taut, Guts pulls away. The pleasure building in your body drops and transforms into a sharp ache that has your body screaming for release.Â
âYour legs are trembling,â Guts points out.Â
You press harder against the wall and try to remember how to stand. âNo, Iâm not,â you say.Â
Guts hums and plants a kiss on your clit, the kind that fills your veins with lava and sets off the butterflies in your stomach. âYou can be so damn stubborn.â He stands and carries you with ease, wading towards the edge.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask.Â
âSome underwater training,â Guts replies, refusing to elaborate further. He stops and sets you on the ground. The water reaches just below your chest in this position; the sudden coldness shocks your skin. It makes you hyper-aware of your sensitivity.Â
Gus parts your legs, and you lean back slightly, using your arms to support yourself from behind. His touch radiates familiarity, hands caressing all the spots that work you up. You lick your lips and part then to ask another question. âWhaââÂ
âAlways wanted to see how long I could hold my breath,â Guts cuts you off, petting your clit gently. He gazes at you through hooded lids, a grin ghosting his lips. âThey say the average is 3-5 minutes. Letâs set a new record.â His words send tingles throughout your body, and you clench at the thought.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, distracted by the circles heâs drawing with his thumb. If you time it just right, you can buck your hips and have him stroke your swollen clit.Â
âDonât worry about it.â And the next thing you know, his headâs underwater and his tongue is prodding at your entrance. Your fingers immediately thread his hair, tugging his scalp when his nose brushes against your clit.
The water and walls blur into blobs of colour, your heartbeat thundering in your eardrums. The throbbing between your thighs quickens, and that band in your stomach threatens to snap and give you whiplash. Guts brings a hand up close to your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, dangling on the precipice of an orgasm.Â
He surfaces from the water. His shit-eating grin only widens when you vocalize your discontentment. A flick to your clit shortcircuits your brain with a jolt of pleasure, eliciting a scream from your lips. One of your hands slips, and suddenly the world is careening backwardsâor is it forwards?Â
Strong arms wrap around your body, and suddenly youâre face to face with Guts instead of the ceiling. Water splashes and drenches both of you in the crossfire. You try to stand up, but Guts digs his fingers into your hips. Something warm brushes against your bare cunt.Â
This new position has you straddling Guts. Even the most minuscule movements cause some degree of friction. The look in his eyes tells you that heâs barely restraining himself. Since his hands hold your hips in place, you lean forward and attack his neck with bites and hickeys. Guts hisses and immediately stands up, hoisting you with him.Â
âLetâs move to land. Wouldnât want you to drown,â he rasps, shuddering when you lick over his racing pulse.Â
âI can think of other ways to leave me breathless,â you whisper, lifting your head and baring your neck. The perfect place for his hands to wrap around.Â
âAnother time. Right now, I want you to sit on my face,â he says, setting you on the ground. Your cunt throbs in response, and you crawlâa little too eagerlyâinto position. You stop mere centimetres from his face, hovering in your hesitation. Inklings of doubt blot your thoughts. What if youâre too heavy? What if you smotherâ âToo long,â he grunts, interrupting your inner monologue. Guts grips your thighs and pulls you down, wasting no time ravaging you with his tongue,
You suck in a breath, hips rocking at a steady rhythm. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head when his mouth latches around your clit and sucks greedily. He pulls away with a pop, the bottom half of his face glistening with your arousal. He licks his lips and groans, âFuck, you taste amazing.âÂ
âLess talking, more licking,â you say.
âWhat, no please?â
You donât humour him with a response and take matters into your own hands. You lift your hips and grind against the ridge of his nose.
Guts swears under his breath, inhaling your intoxicating scent. âWhat am I going to do with you?â he groans.Â
You huff in frustration at the loss of stimulation. âWhat you should have done ages ago. Now shut up before I make you.â
Guts doesnât move. âNot until you say please,â he says.
âYouâre such a fucking tease,â you moan, wriggling your hips to no avail since his hands have barred you from moving any lower.
âI just want to hear you beg for it.â He spreads your lips and admires how wet you are. When you remain silent, he massages the area surrounding your clit. âNo? Not gonna cave in?â
You narrow your eyes and scrape your nails against his broad chest. âFuck, you.â It comes out through gritted teeth.Â
Guts chuckles. A low sound filled with mirth. âOh, love. You wish.â His thumb probes your entrance, pulling out to slide along your slit. âI do have to praise you for holding out this long. It must feel unbearable.â And it does. Your skin is about to burst at the seams as the pleasure threatens to drive you mad. Never given enough to bring you over the edge, but just enough to stimulate the ache in your coreâthe desire to be filled.Â
âNot. At. All.â
Guts clucks his tongue, drawing circles around your swollen clit. âLiar.â He slowly pushes a finger into your cunt, adding another when he feels how wet you are. It doesnât take long before the squelches reach your burning ears. His fingers curl and stroke that sensitive area on your walls. The pace is agonizingly slow, and it only deepens the ache. You bite down on your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.Â
Your body trembles when he plants a kiss on your clit. Ah, to hell with playing hard to get. You might die if he doesnât give you an orgasm right now.Â
âGuts?â you groan, clenching when he pets your clit in response.Â
âYes, my love?â He sounds so smug. You donât even need to look to see the smirk on his face.Â
ââŠPlease,â you whisper, hissing when he stops his ministrations.Â
âDidnât catch what you said. Gonna need you to repeat that.â He slowly resumes his movements, rubbing his fingertips against your walls.Â
You grunt and try to focus, blinking to clear the fog in your brain. âPlease. Fuck. Me.â You punctuate each word with a thrust of your hips. Gutsâs fingers immediately retract, and you whine at the loss, only to throw your head back when he eats you out like a man starved.Â
His hands hold you in place, only allowing enough freedom to ride his face, which you doâgreedily. He runs the flat of his tongue across your slit. Every so often he comments on how good you taste, normally ending with how he can never get enough. You donât know. You donât really care. Heâs drawing patterns on your clit, each stroke bringing you closer to climax.Â
And youâre so close. You can almost feel it. Guts must sense it, too, because he focuses on your clit, hands locking you snugly against his face. With his unrelenting tongue, you cum with a scream. Your entire body buzzes with electricity, clit throbbing in time with your clenches. Guts doesnât stop, and soon the pleasure borders on pain. Itâs too much. You jerk away, but he keeps you trapped in his hold.Â
You canât think anymore. You can only incoherently babble for him to let you go. And then it creeps up on you. The aftershocks of your last orgasm, combined with the continued stimulation, tighten that band in your stomach again. Tears sting the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision. Itâs too much. You want it to stop.Â
But it feels so fucking good.Â
Guts swaps his tongue for his fingers, filling you up once more. Your back arches when he brushes over your g-spot. You mewl and beg him to do it again.Â
âOne more time. Cum for me one more time,â he orders. And how can you say no when he uses that tone? Guts pays special attention to your previous request, fingers curling with practiced precision. âI want even the gods to hear you scream my name.âÂ
He doesnât need to convince you. Liquid heat pools in your stomach, bubbling like a pot about to boil over. His name is the first sound to leave your lips when you come undone. Guts is gentler this time; he draws out your orgasm slowly, careful not to overstimulate you. Your vision burns with tears as your body curls up before sagging bonelessly.Â
You heave a sigh and crawl to the side, shuddering when the cold air hits your sensitive skin With a content smile, you stare at Guts in a daze, fuzzy warmth blanketing your mind.Â
âGood?â he asks.
âMhmm.â Your eyes drift to his erection; it twitches under your attention. Suddenly youâre aware of the heady scent of musk in the air. Licking your lips, you look back at Guts. He doesnât say anything, but his pupils are blown. âCan I?â You inch closer to him, and he nods. You spread the precum leaking from the tip with your thumb. On an impulse, you lick the remainder off your finger, smirking when you hear his sharp intake of breath.Â
A bitter saltiness greets your tastebuds, but itâs milder than you anticipated. You well up some saliva in your mouth and use it to lubricate your hand to begin stroking. Slow, firm pumps have him twitching against your palm.Â
âFaster, please,â he groans, jerking his hips upwards to match your strokes.Â
âOoh, so you do know how to be polite,â you say as you tighten your grip and increase the pace. Gutsâs chest rises and falls faster than before.
His face distorts in a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. âShut the fuck up,â he grunts, nose scrunching.Â
You laugh and rub his thighs soothingly. âJust this once,â and you take as much of his length into your mouth as you can manage. Running your tongue across the underside of his cock, you widen your jaw to avoid scraping him with your teeth. Anything you canât fit gets stroked by your hands. Glancing up, you notice him watching you with a tenderness thatâs been rare as of late.Â
Heâs been worrying and training almost to the point of obsession. You want to ease that ache in his chest and have him forget momentarily about all youâve gone through together. Although, judging from how his eyes are starting to glaze over, your objective doesnât seem that far away.Â
It started out small, but now the walls echo with his moans and breathy whines. Each sound is like a lightning bolt between your thighs, burning you with strikes of pleasure. You bring a hand down to play with your clit, hoping to ease the ache.Â
His cock pulsates in your mouth. His entire body starts shuddering, and you know heâs close. So you slow to a halt and chortle at his frustration. The look he gives you could wither the low-level spirits that hang around. Taking a breath, you inch slowly down to take more of his cock, chest brimming with pride at how his body immediately tenses.Â
âYouâre going to kill me here, my love,â he groans, hips stuttering between pulling away and pushing further in.Â
You slide your mouth off his cock and lick your lips, massaging his balls with your hand. âI want to milk as much of your cum as I can and drink it all,â you say, rubbing your thumb against the tip. You feel a twitch against your fingers and smirk. âSeems like youâre on board with my plan.â
One of his large, warm hands is placed against your head, stroking your hair. You close your eyes and lean into his touch. âNot the only place Iâd like to fill you up,â he says, and you can hear the grin in his tone.Â
âAre you sure you can last that long?â you ask, and his fingers cheekily tug on your hair. The gesture draws a chuckle from you. You open your eyes to see him full of amusement.Â
âYouâre underestimating the stamina of a great swordsman,â he boasts.
You raise a brow. Thatâs a big claim. âHm? Then why donât you show me what your sword can do?â You straddle his hips, your drenched cunt seated against the shaft of his cock. It twitches against you, and you bring a hand down to tease the leaking tip.
âChange of plans?â Guts asks, tone wavering as you slowly pump his cock.
You hum, âIâm feeling a little impatient today.â
âWhat happened to milking me for all Iâm worth?â The cockiness in his tone returns. âGoing back now on those big claims?â
You chuckle and flick the head of his cock, watching Guts writhe in response. âYouâre trying to rile me up, but itâs not working,â you say.
âCan you blame me? Youâre irresistible when you get all fired up,â he says,Â
You line up the tip of his cock with your entrance, slowly sinking down until his entire length is inside you. âSorry to disappoint, but the only one losing their cool today is you.â
You start bouncing your hips, finding a steady rhythm to keep. Angling your body, his cock drags against your walls in all the right places. Guts begins aiming his thrusts when he notices how you cry out each time he hits the mark.Â
Guts groans, face screwed tight in concentration. âYouâre gonna squeeze me to death,â he moans.
You smirk, running your hands across his chest. âIt took you this long to realize my intentions?â
He responds with an airy laugh. âYou always were a damn good strategist.â
âAnd youâre living up to your title, General,â you say, feeling a twitch inside you. âOh? You like it when I call you that, donât you?âÂ
Guts looks at you with a sheepish grin. âIf I say I do, will you call me that more often?â he asks.Â
You hum, tracing his abs with your fingertips. âIâll consider it, but it would have to be sparingly. Donât want to inflate your ego too much,â you tease. A spank smarts your ass. The sting is quickly soothed by a gentle massage. You retaliate with slow, deep thrusts, grinning when Guts curses and loses his ability to form sentences.Â
His cock throbs inside you, swelling up in preparation for his release. Gutsâs fingers are bruising your hips, and heâs rutting into you. Slamming yourself down, you remain seated.
âFuck, I was so close,â he groans, cock twitching in your warm cunt.Â
âI know. Thatâs why I stopped,â you say.Â
Guts looks at you with betrayal. âYou, my dear, are a cruel lover.â
You tsk and clench tightly around him. âI may be a bit mean, but never cruel.â
âIf this isnât cruelty, then whaââ
You cut him off with a roll of your hips, successfully speech-jamming him. âYouâll see,â you say.Â
You continue drawing out his release, bringing Guts near the edge only to wrench him away. Youâve lost countânot that you were even counting in the first placeâof how many potential orgasms youâve robbed him of. But from the sour gleam in his eyes, a few too many.
Any of his attempts to take over the pace are thwarted when you turn into an immovable object. The loss of friction is not deemed a worthwhile risk because Guts soon lets you have your way after only a few attempts. Â
âGood boy,â you purr, a chuckle tickling the back of your throat. âLook at you, getting turned on when so much as a compliment is awarded.â You drag your fingers down his chest, sloping along the defined ridges of his muscles. âItâs kind of cute,â you admit.Â
Guts watches you through hooded lids, mouth parting as incoherent pleas spill between his lips. You tsk and twist your lips into a mock frown. âOh no. Did I wear you down already?â You cradle his face in your hand, brushing your thumb across his cheek. âI can feel you throbbing inside me. Do you want to cum?â you ask, receiving a shudder in response when you roll your hips.Â
âMhmm,â he grunts, nodding in fervour. Guts runs his hands along your thighs, gently squeezing the soft flesh. âPlease,â he adds politely.Â
You hum and slow your movements. âDo you deserve to?â
Itâs borderline hilarious to watch the gears in his head turn. The vacant look in his eyes shifts as they widen. âI do,â he says, but the slight wobble in his tone is tinged with nerves.Â
You canât stop the grin forming on your face and opt to kiss his damp forehead to hide it. âRelax,â you hush, âIâll let you cumâŠâŠ
ââŠeventually.â
Guts groans and slides a hand between your thighs, fingers searching for your clit. You clench tightly around him when he taps it gently with his thumb. âLooks like the bloodâs starting to rush back into the right headââGuts slams his hips upwards, nearly winding youââOw, fuck! Ok, ok. No more jokes during sex.â You wince from your sore abdomen. âIâll cut you a deal,â you pause to gain his attention. âIf you make me orgasm within the next ten minutes, Iâll let you cum.â
âYou canât take back your word,â he grunts through gritted teeth. You squeal, arms flailing to wrap around his neck when he flips you onto the ground. Thereâs a pregnant pause as you stare into each other's eyes. Warm. Thereâs so much warmth in his gaze for you. âBeautiful,â he says, running his fingers along your face. Â
Your chest squeezes tight. You turn your head, feeling the cool stone floor press against your burning cheeks. â9 minutes,â you say. Guts clicks his tongue and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. He angles his thrusts, ramming into the deepest parts of you. The inferno consuming your body melts your bones to liquid.
âWith the sounds youâre making, it wonât be long,â he grunts. You clench tightly around him like a vice. Every well-aimed thrust sends your walls pulsating around his cock. The familiar tightening in your stomach takes hold and threatens to tear you asunder. âFuck you look so good like this, I donât think I can hold out much longer.â
You feel calloused fingers brush against your clit, and a bolt of electricity strikes the base of your spine. He chuckles at the way your body curls open like a flower, eager to meet the sunâs rays. When your hips raise to meet him halfway, who is he to deny you of more pleasure?
He brings a finger to his mouth, groaning at your lingering taste on his skin. Before you know it, the building pleasure threatens to burst. He rolls your clit between his fingers, applying constant pressure. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.Â
How much time was left? Gods, you donât remember anymore. All you can think about is how youâre a second away from release.Â
The intensity drops. Gutsâs thrusts remain deep; his cock drags along your walls in a sweet, slow torture. The flames licking your body from the inside are dying, but the embers are stoked just enough to keep the fire going. âYou wouldnât dare,â you seethe between clenched teeth. The muscles in your jaw are almost as tense as the knot in your stomach.
âWho says I wouldnât?â Guts remarks calmly. A slight chill creeps up your spine, and you begin to sweat for reasons other than physical exertion.Â
âBut then you donât get to cum,â you say, trying to build a counterargument to sway him. You were so close;Â you needed just a little more to get there. In all honesty, both of you knew that if he really wanted to, Guts could easily ignore the bet. But that would mean destroying the mutual trust you spent years building. And you know both of you would rather die than betray the other.
âYou said within the next ten minutes, I still have two left.â He slaps your pubic mound lightly, fingers resting above your swollen clit. âItâs not like you specified a time, only a period. So it doesnât matter if thereâs only a second left as long as you cum before itâs over.âÂ
You shudder. What have you done?
Guts begins mumbling to himself. Between the grunts and groans, you can just barely make out a decreasing string of numbers. Heâs seriously counting down the seconds he has left before the bet is over??
You arch your back, fingers fisting the stone floor with nothing to ground you. âFuck me,â you sigh, lifting your hips to feel his cock brush against that sensitive spot.Â
âAlready am,â Guts rasps, wiping the sweat from your brow. âAny other requests?â
âYeah, fuck me harder.â
He leans down to plant a kiss on your damp forehead. âAs you wish.â
And fuck you harder he does. You swear you must be above the clouds with all the stars you see. The slap of flesh echoes in your ears, filled with strained grunts and moans. You like it when Guts is vocal; it makes you feel like youâre doing a good job. One of the quickest ways he can turn you on is by moaning your name, which heâs doing right now. His breathy sighs as your name slips out of his mouth repeatedly like a prayer⊠it drives you crazy.
Thereâs only one thought in your mind; it overtakes all the others. Youâre on the brink of an orgasm, standing at the edge of a cliff as you wait for the final push. âMâ close,â you say. Your clit throbs, and you feel a tug in your navel as the pressure builds.
âThen letâs bring you closer.â He slowly increases the pace, and your nails claw his back, leaving scratches in their wake. âI want you to look at me when you come undone. Can you do that for me?â You nod, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head when he rubs your clit. âGood.â His fingers maintain pace, and he consistently rams his cock against your g-spot.
Your body thrums with pleasure, ready to come undone at his command. Guts wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes gently. He wasnât affecting your oxygen supply, but fuck did it do things to you. His thrusts become deeper, pounding into you at a steady rhythm.Â
That was all it took to shove you off the edge. Your walls spasm around his cock in a toe-curling orgasm. All you can focus on is the waves of mind-numbing pleasure crashing into you, the force of the undertow sweeping you away.Â
Guts continues to thrust, helping you ride out your orgasm. As you come down from your high, dizzy and lightheaded, you feel his cock swell inside you. He pulls out, pumping his cock as his warm seed spills onto your stomach.
You laugh a breathy chuckle, staring at the mess he made. âI think I need another bath,â you say.
Guts kisses the top of your head and says, âThen letâs get cleaned up.â He scoops an arm underneath your knees and wraps the other around your back.
âGuts!â
âDonât worry. I wonât drop you,â he says, walking towards the pool. Wading in, he brings you to the stream of water. Already, the spray of droplets is freezing against your skin. You shudder and cling closer to Guts and the heat he radiates. âIâll help you wash up,â and he lowers your legs, a hand still resting on the small of your back.Â
âI am capable of washing myself,â you say. Hopefully, the rising sun made the water at least slightly more tolerable. But from how it feels like your feet are encased in ice, you donât have much hope.Â
Guts cups some water in his hands and pours it onto your shoulders. âI know you can, but I want to,â he says, kissing the side of your temple. âSo stop being stubborn and let me help you.â
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth. âI donât knââ Guts flicks water at your face with a smirk. You pause, your brain struggling to process what happened. âYou!â Your eyes narrow into a glare.Â
Guts bolts, his laughter reverberating the cave walls. You run after him, but itâs difficult despite the water reaching only your calves. Guts is somehow brute forcing his way, but you adapt a weird mixture of hopping and running to catch up.Â
Once youâre within arm's length of Guts, you kick up the water, successfully splashing him. The smug grin on your face falters when he turns around with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He moves only a single step before your flight instincts take over.Â
Your heart is thumping against your chest, thundering in your ears. His fingertips brush against your spine, and you squeal, dodging to the side. Large splashes grow closer and closer. But they suddenly stop. And amid your confusion, you stop running.
Looking over your shoulder, you see no sign of Guts except a few ripples in the water where you expected him to be.
âGot ya!â Big, strong hands wrap around your waist, and the ground disappears beneath your feet. The world spins in a whirlwind of lights and cool shades of blue and purple. As your surroundings grind to a halt, warm arms pull you into an embrace. Your laughter is dampened by his hug, and you blink to quell the dizziness.Â
You stare into his eyes, watching black swallow brown. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek. âShower?â you whisper, unwilling to break the stillness. If the universe would let you, you would spend every day like this with him. To wake and sleep together, sharing the mundane moments of life and experiencing the little pockets of joy as they occur. But thatâs not the kind of world you live inâ not if Griffith has anything to say about it.
Guts leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. âYeah, letâs get cleaned up.â He guides you back to the waterfall, fingers intertwined. You follow him without resistance. All the running around has warmed you up, but that only makes the water feel colder. Guts is careful as he washes you. âI know itâs cold, but youâre being so good for me,â he coos. His hands firmly glide across your skin. You feel him pause to trace the scars on your body, gently tracing the thin lines on your lower abdomen. His touch dips down between your thighs, and you part them.Â
He does nothing more than clean up the mess he made, but youâre still sensitive. Little tremors run through your body, the aftershocks of your ground-shaking orgasm. Guts surprises you with a kiss on your neck. You swear this man is trying to kill you with his affection. With the uncomfortable slickness gone, you lean against Guts and relish in him pampering you. If only you had brought more soap. You could have asked him to wash your hair.
âDone?â he asks, to which you nod. Guts picks you up again and carries you to dry land, where he dries you off with the towel again. âArms up,â he commands. And before you know it, a shirt is pulled over your head. The fabric still smells like him. Smoke from a fire pit and the medicinal scent of herbs from his ointment. You glance over and watch him put on his pants. Your eyes trail along the scars on his body. Most of them have healed nicely, but theyâll always remain to remind you how close to death you were that night.
Your fingers absentmindedly rest against the area of your brand. Before you can slip into a spiral, Guts calls out your name. His brows are furrowed, and his eyes are focused on where your hand is. âIâll be fine,â you insist. Youâre unsure if he believes you, but he nods and doesnât pry further.
Your eyes begin to droop, and a big yawn escapes your mouth. âI think itâs time to rest,â Guts says. Luckily, your sleeping arrangements arenât too far. With Rickertâs help, Erica was able to find a larger bedroll for you and Guts to share. You never voiced the thought out loud, but you liked the closeness it forced. Something about sleeping in his arms brought you a sense of peace and security.
When he holds you at night, the nightmares leave you in peace. The screams quiet, and the stench of iron is replaced with cedar and smoke. The arms around your waist are tender. Guts is like a kiln; youâre dry clayâfragile at first but robust after exposure to his warmth.Â
âWhyâre you looking at me like that?â Guts asks, petting your hair. Youâre lying in bed, limbs tangled like vines wrapped around a tree.Â
The corners of your lips curl up. âLike what?âÂ
Guts leans his forehead against yours. âLike Iâm everything to you. Thatâs my job,â he says.Â
Youâre smiling so much your cheeks ache. âI love you.â
Guts mirrors your smile. His hand slides down to cup your face. You can feel his breath tickle your skin. His eyes dart to your parted lips before closing the gap.Â
The kiss is slow and tender. Soft, pliable lips that leave you panting for air. Guts trails his mouth along your jawline, leaving a path of fire as he moves to the hollow of your throat.Â
You canât help but let out a content sigh when he pays attention to the sensitive area. Your cheeks tingle at the thought of waking up and being greeted with a new mark. Guts plants one last kiss on your collarbone before drawing you closer to him.Â
âI love you so much,â he mumbles into your skin. You snuggle into him, wanting his scent to envelop you. His next words are so quiet you almost miss them. âPromise me you wonât leave, too.â
Your heart stutters in your chest. You look into his eyes and see a reflection of what youâve become. His dark circles fare no better than yours, and that vengeful spark has dulled, having been weathered over time by grief.Â
You lost your friends and family, but so did he.
With the brand carved into your skin and the spirits waiting around every corner to devour youâŠ. âYou know I canât promise you that,â you say, and you hate how your words feel like a punch to your own gut.
âThen lie to me and promise anyway,â he whispers, staring at you through glossy eyes.
You bite your lip but refuse to look away. Raising a hand to wipe his tears, you say, âI promise to stay for as long as Iâm able.â
Guts nods, soothed by your response. âRest. Iâll keep us safe.â
Us. The word sends your heart a flutter. You shift into a comfortable position and drift into darkness, dreaming of campfires and starry skies for once.Â
End Note:
It's like I can't decide whether I want the fic to be sad, happy, or horny. So why not all three?
I also decided to bite the bullet and get image dividers, because trying to get center formatting and having it stay consistent across platforms is tiring. Do they look ok? I got them from a Tumblr post by @/saradika if anyone wanted to know.
I have no idea when my next work will come out. I already have some fics queued up and knowing myself, I'll either speed right through them, or drag them out too long and lose interest lol
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (ăă»âă»)ă
