crimson hues

"Ah well, I can’t force the students to come here if they don’t want to. Soon enough, classes will start back up, and students will be seeking the treasure that is my signature to excuse them from classes for the next week. Hearing their roundabout explanations is always most entertaining, only for them to be futile in the end. Compare them to some of the students with some of the most horrific injuries that I have ever seen insist that they are fine to return to a normal routine the next day. I wonder why that is frequently the case, not jumping at the chance for unconditional rest and accommodations made to manage their workload..."

Crouched down making herself less conspicuous, Rover kept her ear pressed up against the door to Luuk’s office. It sounded like he was busy talking to someone, but who? They must be soft spoken, whoever it was, as Rover couldn’t hear anyone’s voice besides Luuk’s through the door. Knocking was an option, but what sense was there in knocking if she knew he was busy with a patient...

"Are you looking for Dr. Herssen?"

N.A.N.A.'s voice made Rover jump out of her skin.

"Y-yes," Rover said as she turned her head around, "but I can’t tell if he’s busy or not-"

"You are free to knock and request entry," N.A.N.A. clarified.

Rover tilted her head curiously. "But who is he talking to?"

"It is merely a habit of his to be speaking to himself. Feel free to knock and he will attend to you."

Rover blinked at N.A.N.A. A habit of talking to himself? That didn’t sound too normal, but who was she to talk back to a doctor about health. Never mind that. Rover turned back around and knocked on his door.

"Come on in."

Rover glanced behind her, but she had only just barely caught a glimpse of N.A.N.A. walking around the corner to the entrance of the infirmary. With a shrug, she accepted his invitation and opened the door. Luuk was sitting at his desk, obviously trying to appear engaged but it was most apparent that he was bored out of his mind. He turned his chair around, eyes lighting up and a smile appearing on his face upon seeing his friend walk into his office.

"Dr. Herssen, there’s something that I need to talk to you about," Rover said as she approached him.

Luuk shook his head softly. "Please, no need for formalities. Just Luuk will do. Have a seat."

As she lowered herself onto his couch, Luuk rolled his desk chair to the other side of the coffee table. He dug through his pockets until he pulled out a small, spherical object wrapped in plastic. When he held it up in between his fingers, the light shined through, causing it to glitter like a perfectly polished bead of rose quartz.

"Would you like some candy?" he offered.

Rover silently debated with herself for a moment before saying, "Sure," and extending out her palm. Luuk carefully placed the crystalline pink candy in the palm of her hand. As he retracted his hand, his fingers slid off of hers, as if he wanted to linger in her touch for just a moment longer. Rover held up the piece of candy that was in her hand to the artificial sunlight, as Luuk could be seen observing her reaction in her peripheral vision. The candy was a light pink, not merely wrapped in cheap plastic, but rather in the thin veil of a memory. Despite the weight this small sweet treat carried, it still shone with a great radiance.

Rover unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth. It was very sweet, a little surprising coming from the hands of a doctor. The intense flavor came not from the sugar itself, but rather from the strawberries that comprised it. It tasted as if she bit into the fruit itself, only with a much harder texture.

"What brings Lahai-Roi's golden girl in today?" Luuk asked, propping his head up against his hand.

"It’s about our walk through the Frostlands the other day."

"Oh? Do you still have some questions about the Fractsidus for me?"

"I do, but that isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about."

Rover rested her hands in her lap in an attempt to keep them hidden out of the doctor's sight. To keep them as steady as possible, she interlocked her fingers and held them down firmly. Luuk, however, was not oblivious to this, though he did not make it evident that he had caught sight of her nervous habit. He did not speak on his observation nor divert his attention. He simply maintained his soft smile and gentle gaze as Rover struggled to maintain eye contact.

"What troubles you?" he asked.

"This is going to sound rather strange, but our walk together felt...familiar."

"Familiar?"

"Not as in we’ve walked through the Frostlands by ourselves before, but rather the feeling of being alone together to just…talk I guess.”

As he listened to her speak, Luuk narrowed his eyes slightly. He had his suspicions, but simply allowed her to continue before coming to any conclusions.

"It’s more than just about us being accomplices in the past, as I clearly had some reason to put all of my faith in you. And even though I have long forgotten that justification and have only known you for a short amount of time, I still feel as if I can entrust you with my very life.”

"Likewise," Luuk said, "I have no reason to harbor any distrust in you myself."

"Hence why you were so willing to take me back to your ‘little workshop.’"

"Indubitably so."

"Maybe it’s too soon for me to be saying all of this. I don’t know what our past relationship was like for certain, so for all I know I could just be making things more awkward with every word I speak."

"Only one of us here has memory loss, no? Go on, darling, you can tell me."

Could she really? Regardless of how much she could trust the fox that sat before her, it was the only way for Rover to get a clear answer. Answers are what she came for, and she wasn’t going to leave empty handed, even at the cost of what little dignity she still possessed.

Keeping her eyes firmly fixated upon her hands in her lap, Rover said, "At first, I thought that what I felt upon seeing you again for the first time was nothing more than an annoying fluke. It’s been weighing so heavily upon my mind, yet you have yet to give me a proper answer despite me asking a few times.”

Luuk stayed quiet. He had so much that he had yet to say himself, yet he continued anticipating her explanation with a smile on his face as she inched ever closer to the conclusion he had reached. The office remained dead silent for a few long moments, Luuk refusing to apply any pressure while Rover untangled the words stuck in her throat.

"Some time ago," Rover finally continued, "I impulsively asked what we were. I’ve liked you since we’ve met and your words felt heavy every time you simply called me your friend. But after learning just how closely we have worked together, I wonder if I feel this way because we left off on something before I lost all of my memories.”

Luuk stood up from his chair and pushed it aside. Rover couldn’t bring herself to look at him, fearing for his reaction. Perhaps he found her proposition to be most farfetched and was terribly amused by her conjecture. Or rather, he was appalled by her audacity to confess to someone she once held authority over.

"Initially I didn’t tell you, as it would have been most inappropriate in the context of your situation. What if you didn’t believe me? What if you didn’t even feel the same as back then? I can give you the truth now, my dearest golden girl..."

On the top of the couch behind Rover, Luuk rested his palm. Out of the corner of her eye, a silver glint caught her attention, and she turned around to see his hand bare, with the exception of a ring on his finger.

"...about our promise that we made to reunite not as master and spy or even as student and doctor like we are, but rather as husband and wife, when the time is right.”

Reunion? When the time is right? Rover thought. So that means we really were…

Against the bottom of her chin, Rover felt something cold and metallic. Her face was nudged upward by the dull side of his scalpel, forcing her to make eye contact with Luuk.

"Is this a promise you still harbor interest in keeping?" he asked.

Rover was notorious for being bad at keeping promises, but this was one she was going to make sure to keep.

She trusted the judgement of her past self. She trusted the instincts of her present self. She trusted the doctor who held her at knifepoint, who could jam the blade through her throat if he so desired. She trusted him and herself enough to reply with a smile and a nod. It was enough of a confirmation for Luuk to place the palm of his hand on the side of her face and nudge her closer, the blade just barely missing her throat as it slid down her chin.

Negligent of the sharp blade that still pointed down at her throat, Rover let her guard down and closed her eyes. She was met with the sweetness of Luuk’s lips, which tasted reminiscent of…banana? The strawberry flavor still lingered in her mouth, and the blending of the two was actually quite delicious.  

When the two of them parted to catch their breaths, Luuk brushed aside some of her hair that had fallen in front of her eyes, the only traces of color that he had in his life. He could stare into those eyes forever, keeping the scalpel angled at her throat so that she could never move away and he could relish in the sight for as long as he desired. He dared not turn on his master and withdrew the blade from her chin, though Rover still held her head up as she was lost in the gaze of his ruby red eyes. Luuk twirled the scalpel around his fingers a few times before he lightly tapped the blade against his lip.

"A shame that this first for you wasn’t a first for me, for I could’ve made it as sweet as can be,” he said with a wink.

"A first kiss with you twice is pretty awesome, I’d say," Rover said, sheepishly scratching the back of her head.

"And it won’t be my first time pledging my devotion to you either," Luuk said, taking her hand in his and kneeling before her.

"Ha, now who’s the one being too formal?"

Beefy!Toji who runs warm. Like a living heater. You’re always half-draped over him with the heat from his muscles seeping straight into your bones. Summer nights are a battle and winter mornings are a blessing and either way, he’ll find you lounging around watching TV in his sweats.

Beefy!Toji who wears reading glasses. Brain and brawn except it’s your boyfriend poring over some kind of furniture setup manual with his brow furrowed – at which point he gives up and goes back upstairs to take a shit. The sound from his rectum reverberates through the walls. You love this man dearly.

Beefy!Toji who comes back from the gym all sweat-slick and glistening. Yeah. Yeahhhh

Beefy!Toji who’s veiny. Lines tracing prominent down his forearms and hands. They stand out when he flexes or grips something tight, and when he catches your stare, he literally starts guffawing.

He’s got a thick one trailing up the underside of his cock, too. It scrapes deliciously against your walls when he’s balls-deep inside – and he knows that. Fucks you slow just to see your eyes roll back when his tip kisses your cervix, vein rubbing deliberate against your sweet spot.

Beefy!Toji who puts you in a headlock when you’re playfighting and it’s fucking terrifying. And hot. Muscles bulging as he holds you snug, smug little smirk prominent while you complain and thrash about. He only lets go when you quiet down and tap his arm twice, heart hammering, and suddenly he’s all soft. Big hand ruffling your hair, those languid eyes searching your face. Voice low as he asks if you’re okay.

Beefy!Toji who’s disgusting. Itching one foot with the other foot and drinking milk straight from the jug and burping loud enough to rattle your windows.

He sheds.

Clothes, that is.

There’s a permanent trail of socks and compression shirts and gym shorts and sweats leading from the front door to the bedroom. All of them musky as fuck with his scent – something of sweat, and laundry detergent, and whatever protein powder he’s currently obsessed with. It’s a little comforting, actually.

Beefy!Toji who falls asleep anywhere. Couch. Floor. Half-off your bed. One leg hanging and one arm flung over his face, drooling everywhere and snoring like a chainsaw. He’ll fall asleep on top of you, too, weight pinning you down – not that you’re complaining.

Beefy!Toji who fucks you anywhere. He’s giving you backbreaking booty bouncing backshots from the kitchen counter to the living room floor. From the moment you step through the door and he pins you to the wall, to your bed at 4am on a Monday morning. He’s got you in messy missionary. A downright filthy arch on your doggystyle. Big fan of dryhumping, too.

But Beefy!Toji's favorite position, by far, is full nelson.

Beefy!Toji who likes the power trip of scooping you up with no effort at all. Thick forearms hooking under your knees and spreading you wide, hands locking behind your neck.

He gets off on the way your body folds for him – cunt glistening and clenching around nothing after he's eaten you out. Plush of your skin pooling over the hardness of his arms, head lolled back against his shoulder.

Beefy!Toji who fucks you until you're babbling, mouth slack and drooling a little while he thrusts up with those heavy, deliberate rolls – curve of his cock dragging all filthy along your front wall. Then he walks you to the bed, gravity moving your hips with the cadence of his steps.

Beefy!Toji who fingerfucks his cum back into you. Rough pad of his thumb rubbing messy circles over your puffy clit, stretching you out with three fingers and spreading just to snicker at the way you tremble.

He’s mean. Terribly so. Spitting and watching the glob slide all nastily through your folds, mixing with your slick. Before slapping your pussy and grinding down with the heel of his palm.

Beefy!Toji who loves to overstimulate you. Switches from his fingers to his tongue to his dick then back again, over and over until your nerves are raw and your body’s twitching.

And all the while, he’s keeping track of how many orgasms you’ve had.

He can’t have his girl going to sleep without hitting at least five, after all.

Beefy!Toji who’s still rock hard and leaking inside you by your fourth, length pulsing in your oversensitive walls like he’s got a personal vendetta. You’re creaming around him, body jerking forward by instinct, and his hands clamp warm on your hips. Yanking you right back.

“Nah, baby.. you can take it.”

Beefy!Toji who pulls out slow. Lets you feel every thick inch drag before turning you to your back and thrusting right back in, hips bullying up – right against your sweet spot. Your tits bounce with the force, nipples stiff and aching in the open air, and he shudders at the sight. Doesn’t even try to hide the way his grin stretches wider.

“Yeeeeeah. There we go.”

Beefy!Toji who finally stills after lord knows how long. You’re both wrecked and sticky, fifth (maybe sixth) orgasm rippling through you in pathetic little aftershocks. He stays inside for a minute, buried to the hilt, pressing kisses against your neck. Weight blanketing you down as his cock twitches lazily.

Eventually, he rolls off just enough to drag you on top of him – your cheek against his chest, one bulky arm slung across your back.

Beefy!Toji who gives you the best meat. Yum. The end.

A/N: not proofread suck my nuts