@kwngo / @decosafe sent: ❛ can i touch you there , [ name ] ? ❜ from tengen to Suma !!!!
from: soft words and soft skin
as the baby of her family, the importance of patience wasn’t introduced to suma until a little too late in her life. she wasn’t often made to wait for the things she wanted, be it food or quality time ( because most days, those were the only things she wanted ). even as she grew older, suma found it difficult to be patient, prone to whining and, as her spouses all learned, swiping a bite or two when no one was looking. she’s grown out of it some, less likely to look like a sad puppy when patience is necessary, but there are certain areas of suma’s life in which patience is simply impossible.
like in the bedroom, when she dearly wants to hear her spouses moan because of her, or when she can’t stand another minute of being empty. or like right now, as makio holds suma against her chest, lips upon her neck and hands running along her curves but never straying further down where suma needs to be touched. she isn’t even allowed to turn around so she can kiss her wife properly ( truly, how cruel of her!! )! instead makio makes sure suma faces hinatsuru and tengen, knowing good and well that watching their spouses pleasure each other will only make the waiting utterly unbearable. and god, it does.
hinatsuru makes such a cute face as tengen slowly thrusts inside of her, eyes half-lidded and brow furrowed; suma can’t decide if she’d rather be the one causing that pretty expression or be the one making it. all she knows is that she might just burst into flames if someone doesn’t touch her soon, and makio isn’t helping!! the blasted woman merely nips her neck in warning when suma begins to whine and pull at her hands, muttering that she better behave. and when she opens her mouth again to argue, to call for the help of her preoccupied spouses? makio shoves two fingers in her mouth.
jokes on her -- suma likes it and sucks on her fingers without hesitation, humming in contentment. and maybe that’s exactly why makio does it, because she knows it’ll placate the other kunoichi, but suma’s gonna choose to believe this is her win.
it certainly feels like a win as makio’s free hand massages one of her breasts ( finally ), but it starts to feel less like a win as hinatsuru’s gasps become sharper; as tengen presses a thumb against her clit and grins at the cry it pulls from her; as suma watches her wife and husband fall over the edge, chests heaving from the force of it, this “ win ” of hers starts to feel like a consolation prize. she starts to notice the slick that’s accumulated between her thighs, how very empty she feels, and how desperate she is to touch one of them. she’s had enough of makio’s attempts to torture pacify her.
so suma begins to squirm in makio’s lap, letting out a muffled whine around the fingers still in her mouth. makio has to wrap an arm around her to keep her still when hinatsuru and tengen both look over at them. at least hinatsuru appears to feel bad for poor suma -- tengen looks amused.
but she can’t be mad at him for finding humor in her frustrated state because before long, one of his large hands squeezes her thigh. she can’t even be mad when tengen kisses makio over her shoulder just to tease her because at least he’s close enough that suma can run her hands down his chest, tracing the dips in the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. at least he doesn’t stop her from being impatient enough to tug at his snow-colored hair to get his attention, nor does he punish her for it. instead, after makio so kindly removes her fingers from between suma’s lips, tengen rewards her with a kiss that leaves her whimpering, ready to beg to get what she wants if she has to.
“ can i touch you there, suma? ” her husband asks, a playfulness to his voice that suma simply cannot appreciate at a time like this.
“ please. ”
makio pulls suma’s thighs further apart, muttering something about rewarding bad behavior ( yet she’s helping him, isn’t she? ) before tengen easily sinks one finger inside of her, then another, and curls them upwards. she’s ready to rut against his hand, his name already falling from her lips, when she feels makio’s hands once again. only this time they aren’t spreading her for tengen -- they’re stopping her from moving.
“ makio’s being mean, ” suma cries, actually cries as frustrated tears spill over flushed cheeks.
“ she wants you to listen and let us take our time. ” his thumb swipes across her cheek. “ you can be good, can’t you? ”
something flutters inside her stomach, and she clenches around tengen’s fingers. he’s grinning as begrudgingly, reluctantly, forlornly, suma huffs her agreement. the slayer rewards her with a third finger that has suma throwing her head against makio’s shoulder ( who sweetly kisses at her jaw ).
❝ Do you usually go on missions by yourself? ❞ Yuuji questioned while following behind her. He’s heard of her, how powerful she is. She’s almost on the same level as Gojo, so it was incredible when she requested him to join her on a mission. When was the last time he had an opportunity like this? He could barely pay attention when Gojo was in action as he was fighting for his own life.
❝ It has been brought to my attention that you’ve come to visit us and you’ve not been welcomed with all the courtesies, my lady Shōgun.❞ Ayaka’s voice trembled slightly, yet kept the intonation just right, eyes fixated on the tatami adorning the floor of the Yashiro Commission’s inner floor. The young Shirasagi Himegimi inclined the head all respectfully, the servants still as blinded deer, finding strength despite Thoma’s and her brother’s absence. What a time. ❝ My most sincere apologies, Almighty Narukami Ogosho. The Kamisato clan has failed to attend you rightfully. Allow me to correct things by my own hand, in behalf of lord Ayato. ❞
🌿 it was only natural for her to be curious about most things. Most of her days were spent alone with the unwanted protection of family. It was expected though , they were just concerned about their daughter was all -- She was the current heir to the generational family curse so it was only natural to worry. With the curse came strength and protection for the user , but it also took a horrible toll on the body. But she can’t really worry about that , can she? No -- Bandages laced with strong spiritual power keep the beast at bay ( because she can’t be too careful now that she was living on her own. ) as she moves to search for the remaining ingredient she needed --
Her cane lay abandoned beside her , close but distant incase she needed to grab it.
She thinks she’s alone , but it turned out fate had a different story , because someone was just about to step where she was going to take.
Tucked comfortably in the corner of the room, Rei has her headphones in her ears, humming along and slightly bobbing her head to her favorite music. Gray eyes stare out the window, watching the breeze move through the trees. Things have been relatively quiet lately. Her days passing by without much excitement. Perhaps that should be a good thing.
Staring off into space, Rei can’t help but wonder if maybe this is the calm before the storm. That these peaceful days won’t last long. Who knows what the future will bring. And that though alone makes her frown. She’s too preoccupied with these sudden thoughts that someone approaching her goes completely unnoticed. It’s only when she feels someone gently touch her shoulder does she jump in her seat. Rei quickly turns to look at them with wide eyes, her hand moving to remove one headphone from her ear.
It’s pandemonium under the dark skies of Kyoto. Citizens evacuated, curses running amock, sorcerers—some dying or injured—exorcising them left and right. And yet...
"No, a bet." She hums, painted lips curling into a gleeful smirk. Of course, it’s a bet. Challenges are worthless without a profit.
Her digits run over the edge of her battle-axe as she prepares to swing the weapon in the face of the next curse that comes her way, “Well? Shall we wager?”
@kwngo’s tengen said to suma, “ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. ”
from: more protective prompts
she wants to be useful. as weak as suma is, she wants to at least be useful somehow, even if she can only provide a distraction. even if she bleeds, even if she falls, it’s alright so long as she helps lighten tengen’s load. it’s alright when their enemy lands a strike to her stomach because even though tears spring to her eyes immediately, a cry falls from her lips instantly, he’s too distracted with her to see tengen coming. the other shinobi is down in an instant, and suma grits her teeth as she tightly clutches her kunai.
tengen carries so much on his shoulders. he’s strong, the sort of person everyone can rely on; suma can never be like that, but can’t she help him carry the weight of so much faith? can’t she at least do that for him?
suma’s ocean gaze blurs with fresh tears, though it has nothing to do with the gash across her stomach and everything to do with her husband stepping between her and their enemies. she knows what’s coming -- he’s going to tell her to fall back. but i’ve done so little! “ i-i can still fight, tengen-sama! my wound isn’t very deep! ”
those magenta eyes are so warm when they look at her. they may be in the middle of a mission, but suma can’t help the blush that rises to her cheeks.
“ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. ”
her heart skips a beat and butterflies erupt inside suma’s stomach as she stares after her husband. he loves her... he loves her? ...he loves her! tengen’s already taken out half of the men before suma’s brain finishes processing what he just said. she doesn’t think twice, doesn’t think about how it might possibly distract tengen if she yells after him. she’s entirely too giddy for logic!
“ i love you so much, tengen-sama! ” she shouts, unabashed and grinning ear to ear. “ more than the flowers love the sun! ”
