#I did kind of go hard at the end though ngl
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Iv'e been compelled lately to ingest an ungodly amount of Halo wiki articles, and I've like Autism latched on the Prometheans, which are insect-like Forerunner enemies that don't really get much love in lore. SO I WANTED TO WRITE SOME OF MY OWN!
So, is there a scenario in which Promethean Knights could gain Agency over their existence as formerly human ancilla? Let's discuss some possibilities.
The original Promethean Knights were a highly revered sect of Warrior-Servants in the Forerunner ecumene. Their numbers were limited however, and so the Didact supplemented their ranks by "Conscripting" humans on Omega-Halo and transformed their minds into like those of simulacrum via the composer. Appalled by his actions, the Librarian sealed the Didact away on Shield World Requiem, where he and the Prometheans lay dormant for the next hundred-thousand years. While considered Sentient, Knights have no free-will, and are bound in allegiance to either the Ur-Didact himself or the Remnant of the Librarian.
Well, they're both dead! So who currently has control of them? In the Timeline of Halo 5, Cortana gains control of the Promethean ranks after outsmarting the Warden Eternal and convincing him to aid her in her conquests against Humanity. My first thought is that since Cortana has access to the domain, the Librarian Remnant, and has examined a Knight's data core first hand, that she would maybe feel some kind of sympathy for Knights, right? After all, she herself was created from a flash clone of Doctor Halsey's brain, a process that is similar enough in result. She ALSO saw humans get "composed" in REAL time right in front of her!
Well... one would maybe think that she would feel that way, but judging by her actions in Halo 5, that (poorly written) version of her would rather have their sworn allegiance as her warriors, just as the Didact did. No freedom for our Beetle-like friends there :[
Okay, so what if Cortana and Warden eternal are out of the picture? Warden Eternal's whereabouts are unknown to us, though there are traces of evidence online that he "Died while attacking a UNSC ship", basically written out of existence. Along with Cortana dying during the events of Zeta Halo... That leaves no one to look after the Promethean forces on Genesis! If you recall, Genesis is a Forerunner shield world, in which its greatest merit is the Domain. This is significant, but in order to understand why it's significant, we have to explore what the Domain really is.Â
The Domain isn't some Library, it's an "esoteric quantum information repository" that's said to have its own feelings and intentions, though mysterious in nature. It wishes to correct you when it sees you repeating a mistake that someone has made before, and its recollection of events and memories changes with every new generation that accesses it.
"There was a mysterious quality to the Domain; despite its ubiquity in Forerunner culture, its exact nature or origin remained largely nebulous even to Forerunners. Due to these abstruse aspects, the Forerunners treated the Domain as something mystical and transcendent; it was regarded with reverence and connected to the Forerunners' religious beliefs." -Halopedia Article on the Domain
Perhaps the most significant detail about the Domain is its ability to bestow immortality onto any ancilla that touches it. It also was able to give Cortana a physical form, which further enhances our estimates of its abilities. It has also been said by the Didact that the Domain wants, needs to spread knowledge to others. While it does operate on a set of self-imposed rules, it may decide to violate them on occasion.Â
The Prometheans were abandoned on Genesis, with no authority figure to look up to, no directive or purpose of existing other than to be discovered by the next tyrant to use them to bolster ranks until their numbers completely erode in battle, tossed aside as tools of war. It was the forerunners that altered their destiny, to strip them of all free-thinking and humanity to fight endless wars among the stars for eons to come. The domain knows this, it must know this after communing with warlords that so desperately wanted to win this war against the flood, feeling their desperation and knowing that these great minds would do anything to save the galaxy from what they inadvertently wrought. The domain knows of the innumerable crimes committed by the Forerunners to achieve this goal. It knows that most of it was in vain.Â
Would it feel remorse? Would the domain pity these forgotten soldiers, and wish upon them Agency to dictate the path of their destiny from hereon? Or would they face dormancy, nothing more than a collection of forgotten constructs of an ancient civilization, a civilization that cared little of the pursuits and hopes that each soul that inhabits a jagged metal shell may have had before something bigger than themselves transformed them into something less than deserving of love.Â
But they are on Genesis. Genesis, a word which means the formation of something new. Genesis, nonetheless named after the Book of Genesis where the Hebrew God created the heavens and the earth...and people, capable of free thought and motivations that were internal, rather than directed. On Genesis, the Domain would give this gift to the Prometheans as reparation after a hundred thousand years of torment. They could never be human again, not quite, but they could have something close to it.Â
#I spent 2 hours writing this and i know its kind of hectic#I did kind of go hard at the end though ngl#But i feel so passionately about this its my new AU. Waugh#halo#Promethean Knights#terminal talks
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Hesiodâs Work and Days basically boiling down to âyou piece of shit return my stuff or burn in hellâ
itâs literally just long winded hate mail to his brother.
#I was looking up specifics on the Greek creation myth#and somehow ended up reading the entire poem#Iâm pretty sure work and days is just a long tantrum#can yâall imagine taking something of your brotherâs and he sends you over 8k words of âlisten you shit this is what the Bible saysâ#I donât know whatâd be funnier#Hesiod throwing a fit because some king divided the inheritance up unevenly and gave most of it to Perses#or the king make a small error and accidentally giving slightly more to perses then he gave to Hesiod and Hesiod being a stickler about it#a) implies that the king knew full well what he was doing and thatâs just what was supposed to happen#and b) would mean Hesiodâs being petty over pennyâs#like sure Hesiod claims this occurred because perses tricked the king and stole away with the more then his share#but reading it I kept going âdid he really though??â#Hesiod just seems like a little bitch ngl#I find it hard to believe that a king dividing up the inheritance didnât notice perses taking most of the wealth#also I just sympathize more with crazy relations sending biblically backed hate mail#besides say perses really did steal majority of the inheritance#what kind of whacko actually thinks their theif of a brother would read a long winded âZeus will smite youâ letter and be like âmy badâ#Hesiod I have some bad news for ya buddy#also#i had an epiphany#mythology is basically just a bunch of fanfiction#but the original work got lost at some point#so now the only way to know what the original content said is to read all the fanfiction and squint#have you ever tried reading fanfiction for something youâve never read/watched??#and you just kinda have to piece canon together from whatâs most commonly written#yea itâs like that#siblings#sibling relationship#Hesiod#Greek mythology#shitpost
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requested ( @cartoonykat ) : alastor, angel dust, husk, lucifer, charlie & vaggie, vox, adam, sir pentious x gn! reader (separately), theyâre having a moment (or romantic date) but itâs interrupted/ruined by someone or something
type: scenarios
content: domestic, fluff, slight crack, bunch of smitten sinners, swears, angle dust bad ass reader s/o, val mentioned thrice cause heâs annoying ash (but he will be added to the blog soon), voxâs kind of a whiny baby but itâs hot (?Âż), brief luci vs alastor bit
note: this took a while. ngl because, honestly, alastor and luci had me stumped â also some may be longer than others, what can I say? give inspiration where itâs due
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It's rare to see Al anywhere but the heir Morningstar Hotel, whispering over her shoulder like the villain you know him to be. Yet, even he needs a break from the chaos. Strangely enough, for someone who loathes any form of physical touch, he always shows up on your doorstep like clockwork by the end of the week.
Your mornings are routinely filled with melodic tones that stir you awake. The air is thick with the scent of powdered sugar beignets, which only he can make, and the aroma of the finest coffee beans you worked hard to procure because you knew how much he enjoyed them.
He's busy working on something when you creep up behind him, hearing him hum along to his favorite jazz song. Always the jolly fellow with the wickedest mind, he seems at peace for once, even when you audaciously wrap your arms around his waist from behind.
In the past, he would have tensed up and demanded an explanation through clenched teeth. Instead, he now leans into your touch as you lay your head on his back. âMorninâ Al.â youâd greet muffled, breathing in his scent.
He hums softly, wiping his hands on a cloth before turning towards you, his grin devilishly relaxed. "Well, well, good morning, mon cher. Hope I didn't stir you with all my shufflin'."
You open your mouth to assure him that wasn't the case when, within the next second, there's a loud boom from your far wall and debris flying around your kitchen. When the dust clears, you both stare blankly at a large hole in your wall. You're lost to what's happening when a figure steps through, glaring at Alastor with intense hatred.
"WhatâWho?" you ask, looking from him to Al, whose smile is tense. "Is this one of your enemies?" you deduce, realizing he must be, since he wasn't here for you.
Alastor blinks before turning towards you, smiling proudly. "Who could tell?,â he jokes, âIt's a difficult task to keep track when you're the most hated demon in hell."
âYou gonna handle that?â you ask, staring up at him, a frown on your face.
You didn't have to ask twice; he was already pulling away from you, though he didn't appear as cheerful as one might expect when heading off to handle his business.
âAnd fix my wall when youâre done, Alastor.â
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It was clear that Angel hadnât been himself lately. Whether it was the strain from Valentinoâs demands or dealing with Charlie and her redemption shenanigans, the reasons were irrelevant. It did bother you and concerned you that he wasnât confiding in you about whatever was troubling him, though.
But you werenât going to press him, adding to his burdens. Instead, you decided to show your support: tidying up your place, setting the table, adjusting the lighting, and spending the entire day preparing his favorite Italian dishes. They weren't quite as perfect as his mama's, but you knew no one could match her cooking.
As evening arrived, you finally invited him over, knowing he wouldnât be free until this hour, dealing with Valâs big head. Greeting him at the door with a kiss, you noticed his tired gaze soften as he returned the gesture. Leading him inside, he gradually perked up, taking in the atmosphere you had carefully set.
By the time he sits at the table, he's lively, smiling like a kid in a candy store as he pours both of you a glass of Roscato wine. âWow, baby, all this for me?â he asks with a bashful charm, his eyes slightly hooded as he swirls the wine in his glass, chin resting on the back of his hand.
âNo,â you begin joking, âthis is for the guy after youâdonât eat it all, alright? Leave some for him.â
Angel chuckles, setting down his glass to pick up his fork. He scoops up some fettuccine, then leans forward and offers it towards your mouth. "I think ya runninâ that pretty mouth a lil too much, sweet cheeks. We both know there ainât no competition."
Before you can bite back something naughty, his hellphone chimes repeatedly in his pocket. A weighty silence falls over both of you as he reluctantly sets down his fork and retrieves it, his brow furrowing deeply at the messages displayed on his screen. He looks to you from his phone before sighing and rising from his seat.
You raise your hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Wait. Hold on! Where do you think you're off to?" you demand, scrutinizing him suspiciously.
He sighs, his shoulders slumping as he gestures with his hands while explaining, "I'm sorry, sugar. It's Val. He needs me. I gotta goâ"
"Sit your ass down," you bark, your mood souring. Angel does a double-take, and you continue, "I planned this day perfectlyâslaved away to cook these loving dishes for youâand that man-child was not part of the picture. If he wants my man, he better come and pry me away from you."
Angel quickly considers his options. Ignoring Val usually ends in trouble, but ignoring you feels worse than anything Val could inflictâespecially since you're somehow scarier and hotter than him. Plus, he knows you can handle yourself, a skill you demonstrated long before you two got together. He makes his choice and sits back down. To hell with Val; dealing with him can wait.
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By the end of the day, exhausted from working tirelessly, all you wanted was to faceplant into your bed. But Husk was coaxing you to spend the night with him, mentioning relaxation and the allure of Hennessy. Honestly, if he had just said he wanted to see you, youâd be right over. No coaxing needed, but whoâs gonna tell him?
As you stand outside his room door, it dawns on you that Husk may not even know what it means to relax. Sure, he's somewhat chill after a few drinks, but you've never seen him truly unwind since you've known him. You wonder what youâre in for when you knock on his door, waiting for him to answer.
A gravelly voice answers through the door, "Come in," then falls silent. You purse your lips in confusion and twist open the door, cautiously stepping inside. The room is dimly lit by candles, making it a bit challenging to see at first, but as your eyes adjust, you find him seated on a loveseat, staring at you intently.
"Yeah, not creepy at all," you mumble halfheartedly, dropping your bag on his bed before walking over to him. Your comment earns a tsk from him and a grumble under his breath, but nothing more. Yeah, this was definitely weird. âWho are you and what did you do with gumpelherekitty kitty?â
"Shut the hell up and come here before there's no liquor left," he bites, taking the bait with a small smile on his face as he watches you flop down beside him. An array of pillows behind you looks like clouds waiting to be drooled on, but instead of relaxing just yet, you lean in for a kiss.
A glass of Hennessy is placed in your hands as you pull away, the dark liquid resembling brown sugar but far from sweet. You judge the small amount and down it in one gulp, tilting your head back and letting out a hiss at the burn. It was well worth it, though.
Husk must have agreed because he took the glass from your hand to pour another. "Rough day, huh?" Instead of passing it back to you, he drinks it himself and then gently guides you back onto the pillows, placing your legs across his lap.
You groan, "You have no idea!" before pausing, recalling his own stressful situation. You send him a sympathetic smile, "Then again, you might." You watch as he shrugs, carefully removing your shoes one by one and placing them aside.
"Tell me about it," he says, grabbing one of your feet and starting to massage it, aiming to ease the soreness. "Your day, I mean. Or not." Despite his half-hearted objection, he looks at you expectantly, knowing you'll likely indulge him anyway. And you doâyou recount how everything that could go wrong today did, venting about nasty customers and expressing relief to end the day with him.
That confession didnât escape him; instead, he purrs softly at your words, his eyes grows hooded as his hand moves from your feet to your calf, rubbing gently. He starts to reply when his door bursts open, capturing both of your attention.
He stands up, your legs sliding off his lap as he reaches for his cards, but pauses at the sound of Nifty's sinister giggling and the frantic scraping on the floor. You both watch as she chases a large roach in circles for a few seconds too long before finally following it out the door.
"You people are strange," you comment after a long pause.
Husk sighs heavily through his nose, flopping back into his earlier spot and pouring himself and you a drink. "Tell me something I don't know, sweetheart.â
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You've been in the hotel long before he showed up. You were already making progress on your redemption arc to heaven. That was always the goal, but you never anticipated to fall for him. This complicated your plans, and he knew it. You wonder if thatâs where his doting and overbearing behavior stems from; abandonment and guiltâthe risk of both losing you and stopping you from enlightenment.
He often sweeps you off your feet and plans spontaneous outings, desperate to keep you close for as long as possible. It was romantic and considerate of him, just so him, but he didn't have anything to worry about. You wish you could tell him, when you realized it, that even in heaven, you'd fall just to be with him. But the relationship was still fresh so you opt in matching his energy.
The dopey smile he gave you after you guided him to the candlelit table adorned with handmade meals was worth it. You could visibly see his shoulders relax, as if a weight had been lifted. Ever the gentleman, he helps you sit before himself. The evening is filled with sweet nothings, laughter, and smitten glances.
Lucifer reaches across the table, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, planting a loving kiss on your knuckles. "Thank you," he expresses his gratitude as dinner comes to an end. But you had more planned for this night.
"I should be the one thanking you," you confess, causing him to raise a curious brow. You playfully reach over and nudge it back into place, eliciting a pout but no protest. Instead he chooses to lean more into your touch. "I haven't had this much fun since arriving in hell in years."
His devilish grin returns, his posture straightening as he half-heartedly feigns humility, failing halfway because how could he not when you're hyping him up? "Well, yâknow, I try. How about we take a trip to Lulu world tomorrow? It's a blastâfully comp, of course, youâre dating the boss," he winks mischievously.
âDonât you mean âloo loo landâ?â
Lucifer shakes his head, waving his hands dismissively. "Noâno no no, heavens no. That dreadful place shouldnât exist in any of the 7 rings,â he sneers with disdain.
You nod, though not fully understanding, and rise from your seat. Lucifer, following your lead like a lost puppy, closes the distance between you. With a smile, you guide him by the sleeve to the center of the ballroom, wrapping your arms around his neck. "The night's far from over. Care to dance with me?" On cue, soft music gently fills the background.
He certainly does. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close, swaying gently. His expression softens to one of peace. You playfully plant a kiss on his nose before resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes in contentment. They open not even a minute later when the music abruptly stops, gaining both your attention.
You know where the music box is, assuming it malfunctioned but you're surprised to see Alastor standing there, observing you both. Once your attentions on him, he casually addresses everyone in the room, "Oh, my sincerest apologies. Am I interrupting something?" his smile widens at the growl that rumbles from Lucifer chest.
"Youâre still here?" Lucifer grumbles, holding you closer, clearly annoyed by the interruption, especially because of who it was.
This earns a deep chuckle from Alastor, âWell, of course. Charlieâs had her fill of parental figures abandoning her, wouldnât you say, sir?â
âWhat did he say?!â Lucifer turns towards you for confirmation.
"Anywho, I came to inform you both that a hotel meeting has been called. You know where," Alastor adds, then starts up the music again before disappearing into the shadows.
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Redemption this, redemption that. That's all Charlie ever talks about, with Vaggie always backing her up. Sure, you support her too, but it gets annoying when it consumes all their time, leaving very little for the three of you to nurture your relationship. It was seriously irritating the heck out of you. Having two girlfriends but neither showing you affection like the good old days.
They probably caught on to the problem after enduring your snappy, sarcastic comments and watching you bail on redemption exercises for the nth time this week. With enough silent glances exchanged between them, they realized they had to do something. The following week, they lead you to a romantic picnic in the hotel's garden. You didn't even know the garden existed.
It was surprisingly sweet, especially for a setting in Hellâmaybe even slightly cheesy. A white lace blanket was spread across the ground, with a silver tray of desserts of all kinds adorned with rainbow flag toothpicks. Beside it was a black heart-shaped picnic basket and a bouquet of flowers.
There was champagne with smiley faces on the bottle and plates with quirky little sandwiches that you were sure Charlie had tried to make. A gothic black umbrella stuck out from the ground, purpose of shielding you all from the hot sun.
Before you could say anythingânot that there was much to say, as you were frankly speechlessâCharlie and Vaggie pulled you to sit with them. Vaggie wore a soft smile, while Charlie beamed with eagerness.
"Weâve noticed youâve been a little snippy lately,â Charlie starts, her expression shifting to one of guilt and sympathy. She tightens her hold on you, pulling you closer to her side. âIâm so, so sorry, sweetie. Iâve been so focused on the guest that Iâve neglected both you and Vaggie.â
âI carry some of the blame too,â Vaggie chimes in. âI was so caught up in making sure the hotel ran smoothly and keeping everyone safe that I forgot about the people who matter most to me.â
Charlieâs hands travel down your arms to hold yours in hers. âCan you forgive us? We really didnât mean it.â
âOf course we didnât,â Vaggie adds, placing her hands on top of Charlieâs. âWe love you so much.â
You bite your lip, glancing between their faces as guilt starts to eat at you because of their words and romantic gestures. âFuckâŠâ you groan, pouting and closing your eyes. âIâm such an asshole.â
Charlie shakes her head. âNo, youâre sweet for wanting time with us,â she says, batting her lashes. âWe want time with you too.â She leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Vaggie leans in for a kiss, but just then, someone stumbles into the garden, interrupting the moment.
âCharlie!â Lucifer exclaims, zeroing in on her before finally noticing the surroundings, including Vaggie and you. âOhâuh, haha,â he chuckles nervously, âIâm interrupting something, arenât I?â He slowly starts to back away. âIâll just find you later, sweetie! Enjoy your date.â
Just as quickly as he stumbled in, heâs gone. Charlie gives you both an apologetic smile before you all resume your date.
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Opportunity didnât always come knocking, but you must have one hell of a lucky streak to go from being Voxâs assistant by day to his lover by night. As his assistant, you saw how swimmingly put together Vox always wasâafter all, the cameras were always rolling if you were one of the Vees.
There was never a moment he wasnât on top of things, keeping everything in check and everyone in line. Of course, the best times were when Alastor wasnât involved. But now Alastor is back, and heâs even more of a pain in his side than Vox remembered. Just when Vox was on top of the world, now heâs glitching out at the very thought of that vermin.
Surprisingly, he kept it together in front of almost everyone. But when the clock strikes midnight, he clocks out and heads to his fancy penthouse where you're currently curled up on the couch, waiting for him. His expression instantly shifts to a tired smile as he walks over to you, and you open your arms for him.
He flops all his weight onto you, burying his face in your chest with a low groan. You purse your lips, wrapping your arms around his upper back and kissing his head. Cooing, almost babying him, you ask, âHad a rough day, sugar?â You wouldnât know since your shift ended hours before his. He grumbles inaudible into your chest.
Tsking, you shake your head. âI canât understand you when you do that.â
After a moment, he reluctantly pulls away just enough to glance up at you. âThat smiling freak⊠fuuuckâŠâ he mutters before snuggling back into your chest.
There was only one freak who smiled like he had carved it into his cheeks. Why are you not surprised? Sighing, you ask the million-dollar question, âWhat did he do now?âforcing him to look up at you fully. Perhaps the better question is what doesnât he do? He can so much as breathe in Voxâs direction and it pisses him off.
âThat shitty fuck is tanking my ratings,â Vox begins ranting. âYesterday, they were down 2 percent. Today, theyâre down 7 percent. 7 PERCENT!â
Tilting your head, you frown. âHow do you know itâs him? Alastor doesnât like electronics.â
Vox narrows his eyes down at you as he rises from on top of you, sparks flying from his hands. âAre you seriously defending that asshole right now?!â he asks, his voice strained with disbelief.
âOf course not! What the hell, Vox? I was just stating the obvious.â Here he was, getting insecure again. Seriously, why even mention Alastor around him?
"Fuck your obvi-" Vox is cut off by the ringing of his phone. Velvet's name and photo pop up on his screen. Blinking, you wait to see if he's going to answer, but he declines the call. "âous bullshit. Youâre riding his dick more than mine."
Hunky hunky hunky.
She calls again, and this time Vox answers, zapping the call to the main screen in the living room. âWhat is it, Velvette? Iâm in the middle ofââ his screen glitches, his voice turning to static, ââsomething.â
"What the fuck do you think? Heâs at it again, throwing a fucking tantrum over that spider whore," Velvette barks through the screen, her accent heavy with annoyance. "Handle it. Iâm busy," she adds, then hangs up.
After the call, silence fills the room before he turns to you, his charming grin returning. âThis conversation isnât over,â he says, his words carrying a double meaning. Still, he leans over to give you a kiss on the lips before he leaves.
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Lately, he's been acting strange. You werenât sure what it was, but each time he comes down to visit you from heaven, he becomes more and more affectionate. At first, you thought he was teasing you, giving you just enough to keep you yearning and then pull back; let you sweat in wantâbut that never happened. It didn't click in your head until today, after he grudgingly confessed becauseâ
âWhat the fuck??â you blink owlishly at your bathroom door. But the door isnât the issue; itâs the noise coming from outside it. Lowering your thriller book, you place it on the toilet seat before rising from the bathtub, wrapping a towel around yourself, and exiting the bathroom.
You're glad to know you werenât losing your mind, and were in fact hearing correctly. There was indeed a noise, more defined nowâan instrumental tune growing louder towards your bedroom. Except, it wasnât coming from inside your bedroom come to find out but outside your window.
Opening it, you peek over the sill, and your mouth drops. Standing there, looking up at you with an acoustic guitar in his hand, is Adam, with a bouquet of red roses lying at his feet.
âAdamâŠ?â you stutter out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
His fingers pause on the guitar strings, and he grins. "Fucking finally, babe, I've been standing out here for 10 minutes," he says as he slides the guitar onto his back. He then bends down to pick up the roses and waves them at you. "I brought you flowers."
"âŠfor what?" you bluntly ask, narrowing your eyes in suspicion. Adam doesnât do kind gesturesânone that you know ofâand he certainly doesnât play acoustic guitars. He claims they're for pussy-whipped douchebags.
He scoffs, lowering it to his side with a shrug, âThere has to be a reason?â
You chuckle, raising a brow. "That's how it works, dummy⊠why did you stay out there for 10 minutes? Just use the front door." Shaking your head, you duck back inside the window to close it and start getting dressed. You're halfway through putting on your pants when Adam barges into your room, tossing the guitar onto the bed.
He walks over to you, checking you out with a sultry smirk. "Are you struggling to fit into your pants?" he asks, before shaking his head as if to focus, adding and shoving the flowers at you, "I heard mortal bitches love this shit."
You finish buttoning your pants while juggling the roses, then sigh loudly and close the distance, pecking him on the lips. "What? Flowers being shoved at them and terrible music. Stick to electric guitars, Adam. Itâll get you laid more." you say sarcastically, pulling away and chuckling. âAcoustics are for pussy-whipped douchebags, remember?â
âWell, yeah, obviously!â Adam follows after you, scratching his head. âIâm talking about me serenading you and giving you flowers⊠Itâs a romantic gesture or whatever⊠right?â He sounds unsure himself.
You whirl around to face him, pursing your lips as you try to figure out how to word what youâre going to say next without sounding too harsh. "Okay⊠what the actual fuck is going on with you? You havenât been yourself the last few weeks, and this is starting to really weird me out."
Adam draws back, his lips forming a tight line before he utters, "UhhhâŠ" and averts his eyes. "I donât know what the fuck youâre talking about." Then, within seconds, he's back to his upbeat self, pulling you towards him by your hips. "Youâre fucking hot. Who wouldnât wanna get in your pants?"
You shake your head, removing his hands and crossing your arms as you stare pointedly at him. It's a silent staring contest for three minutes before he caves in with an annoyed groan. His shoulders tense up as he grumbles, "Fine, fuck. You can be so annoying when you want to beâŠ"
When he doesn't get a reaction from you, he spills the beans, pacing around the room. "Some losers up in Heaven said I wasn't romantic. Me. I'm like, No fucking way, I'm the first dick. Nobody knows how to make bitches fall harder on it!" He scoffs, slouching in place. "Those little fuckers laughed in my face."
You sigh, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "So you came here to prove a point?" He nods, and you continue, "For the first man, you can be pretty stupid. Iâm in Hell, whoâs going to know? And secondly, I donât need all thisâitâs cute, but you can be sweet in your own Adam way, not this poser crap."
"Well, shit, fuck. Wish I knew that before wasting my break on this instead of fucking the breath outta you," he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I guess I'll just have to make up for it next time."
âWell you better hurry up. The faster you finish your work, the sooner you come back to me.â
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When you were alive, your dating life was less than healthy and filled with constant disappointment. Your friends called it toxic, but youâd always reply that you only live once. So what if your typical lover was the stereotypical bad boy? Red flags never looked better on anyone. Besides, red was your favorite color.
Ending up in Hell with the life you led was no surprise. You thought youâd keep up the same lifestyleâgetting plastered and starting fights with assholesâbut somehow you wound up in a crappy hotel after the princess of Hell saw "potential" in you. But what left you even more baffled than potentially spending the rest of your stay in hell there was falling for a simp of a man.
A true gentleman from a different era than yours has you questioning where someone like him was hiding out in your past life. And if you had come across someone like him back then, would you have even given him the time of day if you werenât being cooped up in a raggedy hotel? Highly unlikely but youâre glad you found him now, while on the road of redemption together.
You may have become sappy enough to tell him that whenever you both had alone time to breathe each other in, much like now. Watching as a heavy blush dusts across his face, his eyes glossing over with devotion, his tail swishing behind him, and his hands fidgeting. Man, he gets more adorable day by day.
âIââ he pauses to gather himself before continuing, âWell, I feel the sssame way, dear!" Sir Pentious always exclaims, suddenly grabbing your hands in his and adding, "In fact, I have sssomething for you. To sshow how much I value our time togetherâŠ" His voice trails off bashfully.
Biting your lip with a grin, you coo at him, âYou made something for me, baby? What is it?â You start making guesses, âIs it a little gadget that protects me? Thatâs sweet, but I donât need that. Iâm plenty strong on my own.â
âOh, I know what youâre capable of, my beloved!â he bellows proudly. âThisss is different. SSsomthing personal, for me and for you⊠I hope youâll like it.â He turns away, digging into a bag you only just noticed. When he turns back around, in his hand is something you didnât expect but also makes sense: an egg.
You eye it curiously, âPen. Are you gifting me an egg?â
âYesss... but not just any egg. Our egg,â he says, his hood flattening and eyes growing doe-eyed.
âWait, what?â you tilt your head, now confused. Last time you checked, you didn't go egg hunting with him andâyour eyes bulge out when realization sets in. âHeavens sake, Pen, did you-did you lay an egg?â You thought sinners couldnât have childrenâŠ
He shakes his head erratically. âSssatanâs no. I created this one for us toâ" He pauses to take a deep breath, closing his eyes. âTo raise together,â he finishes, opening his eyes enough to peek at your reaction. He opens them fully after seeing you smiling.
âThatâs the sweetest fucking gift anyone has ever gave me.â you open your arms for him, âCome here, baby.â
Delighted at your reaction, and never one to turn down physical invitations from you, he slithers over towards you. But in the moment of excitement, as he opens his arms to reciprocate, the egg slips through his hands and splats to the floor.
âOh my God, Pen!â you shout horrified as he drops to the floor, mouth open in utter disbelief.
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Any hcâs for Scott (twisters) who is only not an asshole when heâs around his s/o? Others see him being sweet to her and are like wtf why canât be be that nice to us đ„Č
No cause Iâve also been obsessed with that idea of him for so long, ahhh. He seems like such a âI care about you and you onlyâ kinda guy and it just fuels my obsession
A/N: this is my first time ever writing anything like head canons so if itâs goofy I apologize in advance. Not proofread as usual. Also I really hope it was anything like you expected đ. But anyway, enjoy!
Scott Miller Headcanons
Right off the bat, I think we can all agree talking is not one of Scottâs strong suits. The only times he really talks is when heâs proposing ideas to Riggs and Javi about potential deals. So when the team finds him willingly chatting with you after a day of collecting data, they all just short circuit.
Like hello?? Are they dreaming??? Wtf going on???? Like out of everybody to talk to you choose him??? And theyâre not even mad theyâre just..they have no clue what to think, theyâve never seen him look so at ease before lmao. Thereâs no permanent scowl on his face or anything, just his baritone voice mixing with your own. Ngl it creeped them out at first, they really thought the world was ending that night.
Javiâs the first to really notice the changes in Scotts demeanor around you; the quick glances, the ever so slight smiles, and even the smallest touches like his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand when heâs giving a speech, heâs seen it all.
Speaking of, I just know that Scottâs love language has got to be either words of affirmation or physical touch. He loves hearing you tell him how much he matters to you, or how you remember small things about him, it just makes him smile. For him being a not very vocal person, itâs hard for him to tell you straight up how much he cares for you. It doesnât even have to be gentle or meaningful words, making witty comebacks to his sarcastic remarks is always enough for him.
But his way of expressing his affection is through small touches. Standing close enough to you where you can smell his cologne, brushes of his fingers to your waist or hand, overall just standing close to you. (Now that I think abt it, thatâs a looot more like quality time but whateverâșïž)
Anyway, back on topic cuz Iâm too easily distracted. The crew really tried their hardest to get Scott to even be remotely nice to them after that. I mean if he was nice to you then he could be nice to them right? Canât be that hard. Boy oh boy were they wrongâŠthey literally did everything in their power. They bought him coffees on early mornings, made sure he has the nicest, or as nice as they could be, bed sheets at motels, volunteered to do his dirty work of pages and pages of paperwork, but literally nothing worked. All they ever got were blank stared nods or a grumbled âthanks.â At this point they were flabbergasted. How could you get that cocky bastard to even glance at you?? Nevertheless smile at you?
They have up like 5 days after trying lmfao, it was utterly useless to try and make that man any less brooding then he is. After trying through, they realized that all their attempts didnât go completely wasted.
Scott brought you hot drinks on the chilly nights and morning as you two sat together in the crappy hotel rooms. Stopped smacking his gum whenever you side-eyed him a little too hard, much to everyoneâs relief. Always walked you to your room after a late night to make sure you got there safe.
As much as they hated how self centered and blunt Scott was, they all secretly knew how love drunk he was about you. (Donât bring it up to him, but theyâre all secretly jealous they dont get any kind of special treatment
First head canon ask!! I do not think I did very good at it thoughđđ. I had ideas in my head but they were not coming out the way I ask. But I hoped you at least liked some of it! I promise to write a better one in the future!
And as always, feel free to comment about anything you liked or didnât like. Inbox is always open to more ideas! <3
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â"POETIC RIZZ" various
SYNOPSIS: Horrible 3AM postâJust a bunch of random quotes/lines from various shows & books that i mixed together (Also diasomnia has the best rizz ngl)
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT RIDDLE ONCE SAID
"In vain, I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. One word from you will silence me on this subject forever. And so I beg you, most fervently, to relieve my suffering and consent to be my lover."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT DEUCE ONCE SAID
âThis feeling has possessed me, I think and...I wanted to tell you that wherever you may end up in this world, I will be searching for you. I'm not afraid of anything now. I finally understand. I'm in love. We're in love. That means we'll meet again. I'm sure of it. â
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT LEONA ONCE SAID
"I had not intended to love but now, I have for the first time found what I can truly loveâI have found you. And I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then. You're more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT RUGGIE ONCE SAID
âI love you but I know it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; I'm gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you; forever and everyday.âI am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT AZUL ONCE SAID
"I desire moreâŠthan what's within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn't help it: the greed is in my nature. Please just bear with me. You pierce through my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT JADE ONCE SAID
"I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you. Moreover, you are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT FLOYD ONCE SAID
"I heard what you said. Iâm not the sappy romantic you think. I donât want the heavens or the shooting stars. I donât want seaglass or shiny pearls. I have all those things already. I wantâŠyou. A steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love you, and be loved by you."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT IDIA ONCE SAID
"My Persephone, I would have chosen you a thousand times over, the Fates be damned. Even if they unraveled our destiny, I would find a way back to you. All my heart is yours: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT VIL ONCE SAID
"Darling you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own. Now, tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you, anyway. Yes, you make mistakes, are out of control and at times hard to handle. But if I can't handle you at your worst, then I surely don't deserve you at your best."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT ROOK ONCE SAID
"In beauty of face and soul, no maiden ever equaled you. If I were to be blinded the moment I laid eyes upon your incandescent form, I would not grieve, for in that very instance I have truly gazed upon everlasting beauty."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT LILIA ONCE SAID
"Be with me alwaysâtake any formâdrive me mad. But I beg of you do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. Oh, God..It is unutterable. I can not live without you in my life. I can not live without my soul. It is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT MALLEUS ONCE SAID
âI have little left in myselfâI must have you. The world may laughâmay call me absurd, selfishâbut it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.â
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT SEBEK ONCE SAID
"I am a gentleman. I have been raised to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence. You are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires."
WHEN HE SAYS âILYâ, BUT SILVER ONCE SAID
"I have a strange feeling with regard to you. On some daysâI have dreamed and wished I was one of your tears. To be born in your eyes, roll down your cheeks, and to die on your lips."
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nct 127 reaction . . . you not saying i love you back !
pairing: 127 x reader
genre: fluff, crack, y/n pranking the boys <\3
a/n: i am one year late, but hereâs the 127 version! i am so sorry for being so dead here. canât promise i will be active again, but here is something for now.
if you havenât yet, check out the dreamies version of this â here ! please enjoy, maybe reblog it too? <3
TAEIL
ngl he just kind of freezes and gets embarrassed even though he did nothing wrong đ
like, heâs got that shaking-eyes and cold sweat thing going on and heâs fighting a war in his head as he tries to recall how he happened to wrong you today
but he didnât ????? and heâs so confused
he's all like "should i say it again? did they not hear meâ?"
so then, comes another "*clears throat in that father way* um, hey..? i love you (?)"
and still no response bcs youâre evil.
then he actually gets so panicked bcs WHY ARENâT YOU SAYING IT BACK THIS TIME
best believe he'll be asking you if he did something wrong and upset you somehow and all those innocent questions until you feel so bad for doing this to him
JOHNNY
is offended.
no genuinely, once he knows youâre not saying it back, he's just standing there like đ§đŒ
gives you a FULL ON side eyeâ actually, no it's not even side, baby, he's giving you a full on FULL EYE đđ
"hey, i said something."
and youâre just trying to play it off and continue with the prank and act like this stare-down thing he's doing is not affecting you
but... come on man who are you trynna fool đ
eventually, it ends up with him trapping you in them bulky ass muscle-ly arms and not letting you breathe until you give him what he wants đ„°
now depends on you how long you can fight the suffocation of his biceps đȘđŒ
TAEYONG
oMYGOD no bcs he WAITS so devastatingly for you to say it back, because he genuinely believes youâre gonna say it back :((((
and then a whole fucking minute passes, and you're still going about your business like you ain't even heard him
and his mind is like âïžâïžâïžâïžâčïžâïžâïžâčïžâïžâčïžâïžâčïžâïžâčïžâïžâčïžâïžâčïžâïžâïžâčïžâčïžâčïžâčïž
and he's so sweet he says it aGAIN in such a soft manner
"i love you :("
and your bitchass is strong enough to continue with your act so you're all like "mmhm you're getting late for the meeting taeyong"
now okay, the i love you avoidance was eNOUGH and you just go ahead and call him with his government name
THE LOOK ON HIS FACE
when i say, THE LOOK ON HIS FACE đ đ âŒïžâŒïžâŒïž AND YOU CAUSED IT
he gets so sad but he doesnât even know what to do, so he just murmurs a tiny "oh ok." and just sadly grabs his bag and walks out the door
and tHEN you rush out to grab him before he actually leaves upset, and press kisses against his face as you laUGH (how dare uđ) and tell him you were just pranking him
now watch him ignore you for his own satisfaction lmao
(pls donât do this to him it was physically hard to write itâčïž)
YUTA
you gotta have some guts for this lmao
he knows youâre playing (or atleast thatâs what he wants to believe)
in the back of his mind, heâs lowkey worried if youâre hurt or upset because of anything he did but no one knows that, no one talks about that đ„°
heâs like "oh, alright. this how we gon' play?" and youâre just fighting for your life, trying to hide the deceiving grin climbing up your face
and purposefully, to tease you, he goes "nevermind whatever i said, i take it back actuallyâ" and now YOU'RE offended bcs???? no???? that's not how it was supposed to go
oh, how the turn tables đčđčđč
DOYOUNG
gets offended (pt 2) but in a less sassy way than mr. johnny
in his mind, he's thinking "the audacity??? not saying it back???? to me????"
and even though he's irritated (lovingly) by you, he says it just once more incase you missed it
but no, still no reply. and he just huffs and you can hear him go like "fine." under his breath đ
doesnât even bother giving you any further reactions lmao
he just goes about his business and acts like you donât exist bcs you didnât say it back, like, why didnât you say it back đ
then you get so disappointed bcs??? hello where's the dramatic reaction i (you) wanted???
and so you walk up to him and you're like "you were supposed to react better"
and he gets 10x more offended like,,, REACT???? YOU LET ME SAY A ONE-SIDED I LOVE YOU FOR SOME REACTION???
might jump you, gawk at you or ignore you depending on his mood <3
JAEHYUN
he just finds it funny tbh đ
like, what is this kid trynna do lmaođčđčđč (irrespective of whether you're older or younger, bcs youâll always be his baby<3)
gives you a kiss on the cheek and that dad laugh of his
he canât even get mad honestly, he just thinks youâre cute lol
and then you get lowkey embarrassed and highkey upset bcs you didnât get the reaction you wanted
but he knows just how to make you nvm that shit cause he pulls up with the "what do you want for dinner? chicken wings? dumplings?"
and your mind just goes "OH FOOD đâŒïž" like,, prank??? what prank???
JUNGWOO
depending on his mood, he can either get really sulky or he can be really random w his reactionđ§đ»ââïž
if he's feeling soft that day, then heâll get sulky and really pouty (on purpose ofcccc)
would probably fake-cry and start wailing real loud that you donât love him anymore đ
on the other handdd, if heâs feeling playful when you pull this shit, then...
things might take a different turn
might start throwing cringe and corny pickup lines to get your attention đ
oRRRR/and he might just give you that smug look of his and start saying some really random shit like "they love me so much, they can't find good enough words to express it đđ„°"
like BOIII WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM WHAt are you talkingâ đđ
MARK
find his reaction here !
HAECHAN
find his reaction here !
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i just read your sae fic and it was absolutely amazing, gorgeous, life-changjng! and when i went on to check your masterlist for bllk, i was shocked when you were the one who wrote the nagi x reader x kira fic bc I've been following it for a while and then i immediately tapped the follow button :x but if you can (only when you have the time and energy), can you write rin whose family is a host for exchange student! reader from another country? it could be hs or college, depending on whichever you're comfortable with. thank you <33
ââ CHERRY TREE
Synopsis: You are one hundred percent convinced that Rin Itoshi hates you â and he does, but not exactly in the way you think.
Event Masterlist
Pairing: Rin x Reader
Chapter Word Count: 6.2k
Content Warnings: cheesy and cliched asf, otoya and KARASU <3 make brief appearances, rin is rude ngl but reader is as well, rin does not know what a âcrushâ is, heâs probably ooc as well atp i should just include that on all of my works jic
A/N: i canât believe i started bllk because of a rin edit and yet iâve never written for himâŠalso iâm glad you liked seabird and peregrine anon!! thank you for following đ sorry it took me a min to respond to this
Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.
If you didnât know that your parents would probably put you in an early grave for wasting their money, you wouldâve caught the next flight back home from Japan in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, you were far too afraid of their ire, which meant you were stuck in this hostile environment until the end of the semester â assuming, of course, that you managed to survive for so long.
Over the summer, applying to your universityâs special first-semester-abroad program had seemed like a good idea. You were already going to be traveling far from home to stay on campus regardless, so your reasoning was that you might as well experience a different culture while you were at it. Besides, the program claimed to pair participants with a host family that would be good fits for their personalities and needs â based on a survey, which in hindsight you really shouldâve lied on â so you would be living in relative comfort, at least compared to the ancient dorms on the main campus that probably had thirty different species of mold growing on their walls.
Or, well, that had been the plan. Maybe it was even a reality for the rest of the people in the program, who had no doubt been placed in normal homes, with normal people, who had normal children and normal lives. For you, though, it could not be further from the truth â because you had had the great misfortune of being chosen to live in the same house as Rin Itoshi for the duration of your stay in Japan.
To put it simply, he hated you. He had started hating you from the moment you stepped foot into his house and put your things in his brotherâs old room, and he had not stopped since. If you happened to cross paths with him, heâd scoff at you, and considering the fact that the two of you lived in the same house, this was a frequent occurrence. Whenever you tried speaking to him in Japanese, heâd wrinkle his nose and respond in English, telling you that you were so terrible at the language, you might as well give up now and move back to your country early. Once, his mother had suggested he take you to hang out with his friends, as you were all roughly the same age, and he had rolled his eyes so hard that it was a surprise they didnât get stuck in the back of his head.
There was no doubt about it: your mere existence was a burden to Rin. You couldnât explain it in any other way; after all, how could he have decided he disliked you before you had even spoken? So you did your best to be as helpful and kind as possible, keeping the house neat, cooking food whenever the elder Itoshis had to work late, staying silent if he happened to enter the same room as you, and offering nothing but slight smiles if you were forced into an interaction with him.
âYou know,â Mrs. Itoshi began one day, as you were eating the dinner she had made for all of you. Rin was on your right, and Mr. Itoshi was across from him, his jovial face such a contrast to his sonâs dour look. âRinâs on the Japanese soccer team.â
âWow,â you said noncommittally. You hadnât known that; you had assumed that Rinâs hobbies involved throwing stones at unsuspecting children and tripping old ladies as they crossed the street. Soccer had been the last thing you expected, though it did explain his admittedly splendid physique. âVery impressive.â
âNot really,â Rin said.Â
âWhy donât you take her to watch your practice over the weekend?â Mrs. Itoshi pressed.Â
âSheâs not interested,â Rin said. Of course, you really werenât â why would you want to watch Rin and his friends kick around a ball for a few hours? It would be a waste of time, time that you could spend working on homework or clearing your âto-be-readâ list. But you also werenât fond of people speaking for you, especially not him. He was the last person who could claim to know anything about you, so by what right could he say that you werenât interested?
âActually, I wouldnât mind going,â you said, batting your eyelashes at him innocently when he glared at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression one of utter disgust and incredulity.
âThere you have it! Be sure to introduce her to your teammates. Iâm sure they would love to show her around,â Mrs. Itoshi said. Rin snorted.
âOh, Iâm sure they would,â he said, though when he did, it sounded different than what Mrs. Itoshi had surely meant. But you were obviously the only one who picked up on it, and you didnât want to make dinner unpleasant, so you could only ponder what he mightâve meant in your head instead of asking him outright, as you really wanted to.
Although it was the weekend, Rinâs practice was early in the morning, before the day could really heat up and make exercising unbearable. That meant it was before even the sunâs rise that you were following after him, your books clutched in your arms as you waited at the bus stop.
âWhyâre you bringing all of that?â he said when the awkward silence grew to be too much for either of you to bear.
âIâm planning on getting some homework done while Iâm there,â you said.
âWhy didnât you just stay home if you wanted to do homework?â he said as the bus pulled to a stop in front of you and the doors flew open. Due to the early hour, there was almost no one else on the bus, but given your unfamiliarity with the route, you still followed after Rin, sitting across the aisle from him and putting your things on the seat beside you.
âI dunno,â you said. âI guess I wanted to meet your teammates. Since they would just love to show me around.â
âStay away from them,â he said. âTheyâre a bunch of NPCs. All of them are probably the worst people you could ask to show you anywhere.â
âNPCs?â you said. âThatâs pretty harsh to say about your own peers.â
âItâs not like weâre friends or anything,â he muttered, crossing his arms petulantly. âIâll call them what I want.â
âSure, whatever you say,â you said, massaging circles into your forehead to ward off your impending migraine. Rin raised his eyebrows.
âGot a headache?â he said, in that same clinical, detached voice he always used.
âYeah,â you said. And youâre making it worse. You wanted to add that, but you thought it probably wouldnât be prudent, so you kept your mouth shut.
âDonât stay up so late on your phone, then,â he said.Â
âItâs the only time I can call my friends and family. Theyâre in a different time zone,â you explained before pausing. Why did you feel the need to justify yourself? It wasnât like Rin particularly cared either way. He was just giving you that advice because he wanted to boss you around and be rude to you. It was a symptom of dislike, not worry.
You had imagined Rin to be an obsessively punctual person, but to your surprise, it seemed like you both were actually some of the later ones to show up. Perhaps the rest of the team was even more concerned with earliness than him, or maybe you had somehow caused him to be later than he typically was, but either way, by the time you walked onto the field, the others had already gathered, chatting amongst themselves while they waited for their coach to arrive and start the practice.
âThere he is! We were beginning to think the world mightâve ended,â a boy with dark, styled hair and a beauty mark beneath his left eye said with a grin. âNothing less could get you to miss practice, eh, Rin?â
âIt still might have,â another boy said. His pale hair was streaked through with green, and he wore an inviting smirk as he pointed at you. âYo, girl. What kind of blackmail does he have on you? Blink twice if you need help. Weâll get you out of there.â
âUm, heâs not blackmailing me or anythingâŠâ you said, glancing at Rin for aid before remembering that he would probably rather jump off of a cliff, backwards and into the jaws of a dozen waiting sharks, than help you out.
âSo youâre hanging out with him willingly?â the pale-haired boy said. âYikes. You can do much better.â
âI kind of have to hang out with him,â you said. âIâm staying with his family for the semester.â
âOh, youâre the exchange student!â a third boy, this one with icy blue hair and wide, pretty eyes said. âWeâve heard a lotââ
âAll of you, be quiet and leave her alone,â Rin said, finally, thankfully speaking up. âOtoya, donât even look at her, or Iâll make sure youâre benched for the rest of the season.â
The pale-haired boy â Otoya? â held his hands up in the air and whistled innocently, shooting you a wink when Rin turned to address the rest of his team. You raised your eyebrows but suppressed your giggle, not wanting to condemn him to further rebuke from Rin.
âThis is Y/N L/N. Sheâs the exchange student my family is hosting. She wanted to come watch our practice becauseâŠactually, I donât really know why,â Rin said shortly. âBut sheâs just going to be doing homework on the bench, so if any of you were planning on showing off to impress her, then you can give up on that idea now.â
Otoya noticeably wilted at this, but the others didnât seem to mind. The first boy, the one with the beauty mark and the strange hairstyle, gave Rin a thumbs up.
âDonât worry, Rin, weâll leave the showing off to you. Itâs about time youââ
âShut up!â
They mustâve begun practicing at some point, but you hardly took notice, too busy typing up the outline for an essay you had due in a couple of weeks to care much about what they were doing. Occasionally, someone would shout out a particularly creative insult, and you would have to pause your work to identify the trash talker in order to be able to congratulate them later, but for the most part, you were lost in your own world.
âHey.â Just the sound of Rinâs cool voice was enough to send shivers of fear down your spine, and you hastily closed your laptop as you looked up at him. âPractice is over.â
âOkay,â you said. âWill you introduce your teammates to me now? I know you told them who I was, but Iâd like to at least meet some people my own age.â
âNope,â he said. âLetâs go.â
âHold on, I only even came because I wanted to meet them!â you said. âOutside of school, youâre the only one I know. I get that you donât want me infiltrating your friend group or whatever, but you literally said you donât like these guys, so whyâs it a problem if I become friends with them?â
âTheyâre so dull and half-baked that your opinion of this country will actually fall if you interact with them further,â he said. âThis is just my national pride talking. Come on.â
You stomped after him. What was his problem? He didnât want to be nice to you, but he also didnât want anyone else to, either. Was he that determined to make you miserable? Why couldnât you have been placed in a family with children who werenât so weird and annoying? Which question had you answered incorrectly on the survey that had resulted in your match-up with the Itoshis? You wished you could retake that stupid quiz and end up somewhere else. You wished that Rin had been the one sent to Spain instead of his older brother, who was certainly more well-adjusted. You wished that you hadnât chosen to study abroad at all, that you had instead stayed at home with your friends and had a typical first semester like everyone else.
After that day, you stopped even pretending to be polite to Rin. Both of you were cold, hissing insults whenever you passed in the hallways of the home, leaving the room if the other happened to enter, and generally doing what you could to make each otherâs lives difficult. It was only in front of Rinâs parents that you maintained some semblance of civility; after all, making Mr. and Mrs. Itoshi choose sides in your silent war would be unethical and wrong.
âI really donât get it,â you said to your best friend one night, the covers pulled up over your head, your phone screen dimmed so that you were not blinded by its light. âHeâs such a jerk, and for what?â
âBoys suck,â she said, hunched over a calculus problem set. The time difference meant that sun streamed in through her window as she wrote, illuminating the shining graphite of her neatly penciled answers. âDid his teammates mention anything suspicious the one time you met them? Theyâd probably know better than you or I why heâs acting the way he is. Maybe this is just how he is with everyone â if thatâs the case, then you can be reassured that itâs not something youâre doing wrong.â
âNot really,â you said. âHe forbade all of them from talking to me. Which, by the way, is a real tragedy, because some of them were super cute.â
âReally?â she said.
âWant descriptions?â you said.
âAs much as I would like to say yes, I need to focus on this problem set, and anyways, itâll just make me jealous, so no,â she said.
âJealous? Letâs trade places, because at the moment, Iâm jealous of you. Maybe all of the guys at your school are ugly, but at least you donât have to deal with Rin!â you said.
âIs Rin attractive?â she said.Â
âNo â actually, yeah, I can see why a person would think he is,â you said. Personal biases aside, Rin really was very handsome, and that combined with his aloof arrogance afforded him the aura of a YA novelâs male lead. There was no doubt in your mind that he was popular with girls; however, you doubted he himself was aware of this fact. âHeâs such a dick that it cancels out, though.â
âPersonality is important,â your best friend said. âOh, fuck!â
âWhat?â you said.
âIâve been forgetting to add the integration constant to my answers. Easy fix, no worries. You can keep talking,â she said.
âThanks,â you said. âThere isnât really much else to say.â
âWell, if you couldnât get anything out of his teammates, why donât you try talking to him?â she suggested. âAsk him to his face why he doesnât like you.â
âIsnât that kind of uncomfortable?â you said.
âNot like things can get much worse than they already are,â she said.
âTrue,â you said. âBut the thought of confronting him is actually sickening. Iâll pass. This is character building, isnât it? Iâm going to come back home as an entirely new woman. You wonât recognize my mental strength and fortitude.â
âSure, looking forward to it. I miss you,â she said.
âMiss you more, but itâs pretty late here, so Iâm going to have to hang up,â you said, yawning.
âGoodnight, Y/N, and sleep tight. Donât let Rin Itoshi bite!â she said.
âOh my god. Go do your homework,â you said, hanging up before she could respond and almost immediately passing out as the moon rose higher and higher in the sky.
Things between you and Rin continued on in that tense manner for the next few weeks, until you became convinced that your heart might give out from the stress. You couldnât continue to live in this way. You were supposed to be enjoying your time abroad, not counting down the days until you could finally go home.
Rin was watching a horror movie on the computer when you barged into his room. A woman screamed in sync with your entrance, and you jumped at the jarring sound. Rin did not react, clicking on the mouse to pause the film and then turning in his chair to face you.
âWhat?â he said.
âWhat? What? What do you think?â you said.
âI wouldnât have asked if I had the faintest clue why you were storming into my room in the middle of the night,â he said coolly, crossing his arms. âThe movie was finally getting exciting, too. So, what do you want? Hurry up and say it.â
Your eye twitched. âI want to know what your problem is.â
âHuh?â he said.Â
âWhy do you hate me? What have I ever done to you thatâs made you so determined to ruin my life? I could even understand if you didnât want to hang out with me, but you brought me to your practice and then refused to let me talk to just about anyone! Whatâs the big idea? I just want to enjoy my semester!â you said.
âOh,â he said. âThatâs easy. Youâre ruining my soccer career.â
âIâm ruining your soccer career,â you repeated dubiously.
âYes,â he said.
âCare to elaborate on how I am accomplishing that, exactly?â you said, your hands on your hips. âI went to one practice, and I didnât even speak the entire time. If your career can be ruined so easily, then it isnât much of a career in the first place.â
He huffed in aggravation. âI keep thinking about you. Itâs messing with my head. I need to focus on soccer and getting better, but for some reason, I canât stop my thoughts from wandering to places they shouldnât. Itâs worse because I canât escape you. If I could have just one day to clear my mind, I could forget about you and get back to considering more important things, but youâre always there, worming your way back in.â
Now it was your turn to be confused. âWhat?â
âI donât get it, either. Youâre not that special, so why can I quit it? Even my teammates have begun to notice. The other day, Isagi told me to go home early because I was âbringing nothing to the team.â Isagi said that! Yoichi Isagi said that I was useless!â he said.
âThat would be a lot more impactful if I knew who that was,â you muttered.
âYouâre only here for a few more months, right?â he said. âAfter that, I can get back to my earlier performance and things will return to usual. Just leave me alone until then.â
Confronting Rin had the opposite effect that it should have. Instead of making things better, they actually became worse. What did he mean by saying that you were ruining his soccer career because he couldnât stop thinking about you? What a stupid excuse! You werenât that tiresome, so for him to claim that you were taking over his mind because of that was an offense.Â
âY/N, Rin, will you be alright by yourselves for the week?â Mrs. Itoshi said when, once again, you all were gathered to eat dinner. The Itoshi parents had thankfully not yet noticed the enmity between you and their son, so family meals were a regular occurrence â meals in which you and Rin were made to sit by one another and act kindly, lest you make things awkward for Mr. and Mrs. Itoshi, too.
âItâll be fine,â Rin said, answering for the both of you, the downturn of his mouth daring you to argue. âYou guys should have fun in Spain.â
Apparently, Sae had invited his family to visit him in Madrid for the week that he had off from training, but unfortunately for the both of you, Rin was unable to go due to his practice schedule. It was unfortunate for Rin because it meant he couldnât see his older brother, who he had the worldâs most complicated relationship with, and it was unfortunate for you because it meant you couldnât get a break from Rinâs dramatics.
The week started off normally enough, which meant that you and Rin did not speak, leading your lives with as much separation as was possible. It was actually easier than you were expecting, mainly because Mrs. Itoshi had left you both enough food to last the week, so you could eat when you wanted to instead of having to sit with one another. Gone were the days of turbulent coexistence at meals; now, you could finally enjoy eating without worrying about the boy beside you! You almost wished his parents would never come back, just because of that rare peace.
The fourth night was when it all went wrong. You were video calling your best friend as a storm raged outside, ranting to her about your professors and the heaps of homework you received every day, when the lights flickered.
âIs something wrong with your wifi?â she said. âYouâre breaking up.
âItâs raining,â you said. âPretty hard. The powerâs kinda spotty, but Iâm hoping it holdsââ
The universe mustâve heard your words and decided to play a joke on you, because in that moment, the lights turned off and your call disconnected with a sad beeping sound, alerting you that your poor connection was what did you in. Pouting, you set your phone aside and stared up at the ceiling of the room, deciding you might as well try to fall asleep, given the late hour. Even if the power was out, you wouldnât be able to tell with your eyes shut, so it was really the best option.
There was a scratching sound on your window, causing you to jolt into a sitting position once more. Rin had watched a horror movie just like this the other day. You remembered it clearly because you had turned on a rom-com once it had finished, and he had called it lukewarm, which made you so mad that you had turned the TV off and gone to take a shower instead.
What had been the plot, again? Oh, right. The power had gone out, and the victim thought that it had been because of a storm, but it had actually been a serial killer taking advantage of the weather to mess with her houseâs fuse box. He had done it so that the cameras didnât catch him as he climbed into her house through her unlocked window and stabbed her in her sleep. The resolution was that her neighbors saw him and called the police right before he killed them, too â yeah, it was a pretty gory film. Lots of blood and knife wounds. You werenât sure what enjoyment Rin derived from watching it, but you figured it was another one of his irrational attributes that defied explanation.
Another scratching sound. Had you locked the window? What if the power outage wasnât due to the storm at all? What if Rin had accidentally manifested the same ending for you as that stupid movie? And you were home alone, too, the scenario was just so similarâŠ
This time, the scratching sound was more like an eerie drag of fingernails against the glass, and you couldnât help yourself. Squealing, you turned the flashlight of your phone on to guide your way as you sprinted out of your room, racing towards the only other inhabited place in the entire lonely house.
âRin!â you shrieked, convinced that the shadows were actually ghosts come to haunt you and strangle you and bury you alive. âRin, wake up! Weâre both going to die!â
The door to his bedroom banged open, and you pointed your phone at him, the harsh white glow sharpening the angles of his features, the awkward hang of his pajamas off his body, the way his normally neat hair stuck up in every direction.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â he groaned, using his hand to shield his vision from the blinding radiance of your flashlight.
âDo you remember that movie you were watching the other day? The scary one, with the fuse box?â you said.
âYeah?â he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning. âPoint your flashlight at the ground, stupid, or youâll blind me.â
You did as he directed, belatedly remembering that the two of you very much did not like each other. But beggars could not be choosers, and it remained that at the moment, Rin was your best chance at survival, so you had to stick close to him.
âItâs happening,â you whispered. âItâs literally happening to us right now, as we speak. The serial killer already cut our power, and now heâs trying to break in through my bedroom window, and then â and then heâs going to kill us!â
âI cannot believe you woke me up for this,â he said.
âIâm serious!â you said.
âSeriously dumb,â he said. âWhy would somebody try to kill us?â
âDonât you have any rivals that hate you? Maybe theyâre taking advantage of the storm to do you in while they have the chance!â you said, creeping closer to him.
âI play soccer. Iâm not in a gang,â he said dryly. âNo oneâs going to come murder me for being better than them, trust me. Or else Iâd already be dead.â
âGo see for yourself, then!â you said. âWait. But Iâll go with you. People who split up in horror movies always die. Thereâs real merit to the âsafety-in-numbersâ theory.â
âHow many horror movies have you watched, to make you such an expert on them?â he said.
âYou always have them playing, so of course Iâve learnt by osmosis!â you said, inching along behind him as he trudged towards your room. He gave no response bar a click of his tongue as he yanked open the door you had slammed shut in your haste, striding in authoritatively, grabbing your phone and lighting his own way with it instead of relying on your shaky hands.
He pulled the curtains open with a flourish, and you cringed, using his broad back to hide yourself, expecting to see some grotesque face and keeping your eyes screwed shut so you didnât have to be met with the visage that would spell your death.
âHey. Y/N. Open your eyes, dumbass. You made me get up because of a damn tree,â Rin said, shaking you by the shoulder.Â
âA what?â you said, opening your eyes against your will and then blinking properly when you saw there was nothing there but the boughs of the cherry tree planted in front of Saeâs room. The frenzied wind caused the branches to rub against the window, and this, you realized, was the source of the sound you had been so afraid of. âOh. A tree.â
âIâm going back to bed,â he informed you. âWake me up again and you really will be dead, but itâll be at my hands, not some imaginary serial killerâs.â
You tried. You really tried to stay asleep â you were an independent woman, werenât you? You had gotten full marks on all of your midterms. You had flown to a different country and learned to live there without much trouble. You had shared a house with Rin Itoshi for the past couple of months, and he was more like a creature out of a nightmare than anything else ever could be. Sleeping alone when the power was out was a piece of cake. You could do it.Â
It was not, in fact, a piece of cake, and you could not, in fact, do it. Tip-toeing to Rinâs room, you knocked as lightly as you could, half-hoping that he did not hear. You doubted he had made his earlier threat lightly, after all, and there was a real chance that this action would be your last.
âWhat now?â Rin said, answering the door a few seconds later. You crossed your arms and stared at the floor obstinately, your pride not allowing you to say anything. He waited for a moment, and then he pinched your upper arm. âAre you sleepwalking? Hello? Wake up if you are, so that I can get to bed myself. I have practice tomorrow, and I need to be well-rested!â
âIâm not sleepwalking!â you said. âI canât.â
âYou canât sleepwalk? Okay,â he said. âI didnât really care either way, so there was no need for you to tell me.â
âI canât sleep at all!â you said. âItâs because of those dumb movies you always watch and those creepy games you play. I keep thinking that somethingâs going to happen, even though I know that those things arenât real.â
He narrowed his eyes at you, like he was trying to discern whether you were telling the truth, and then he ran a hand through his hair.
âYou have problems,â he said. âThey arenât real, but whatever. Come in.â
âUh, what?â you said.
âIâll take the floor, and you can sleep in my bed,â he said, rolling his eyes like you were the ridiculous one for being taken aback by the offer. âThat way you can be less nervous.â
It was the kindest thing he had ever done for you, and you almost called him out for it, but then there was another crack of lightning, so you opted not to argue, darting into the room after him and diving into his bed without a second thought.
âHand me a pillow,â he said, settling on the ground with a blanket he pulled down from the top shelf of his closet. You were about to throw it at him before wavering, considering what he was truly doing for you. Rin Itoshi, who was so careful with his body, who was a pro athlete that required an exact amount of sleep and the perfect balance of nutrients, had woken up in the middle of the night twice and was now offering to sleep on the floor, all because you were afraid of a power outage.Â
If only there was electricity! You needed to call your best friend and get her opinion on this. You had avoided telling her the results of your confrontation with him, believing that she would just make fun of you, but for some reason, you thought she might be interested in this development. You thought that she might be the only one who would understand it, because obviously, neither you nor Rin did.
âUm, you can have the bed, if youâd like,â you said, pushing the blankets away reluctantly, your neck protesting at the mere prospect of spending the night on the hardwood. âItâll be bad for your back if youâre on the floor.â
âItâs not a big deal,â he said. âAt least, it wonât be, if you give me that pillow.â
You caved, giving him the pillow and rolling to the opposite side of his bed, which was even larger than the one you were used to. He grunted out a thank you, and then both of you were silent, but it was obvious that neither of you were asleep.
âRin.â
âYes?â
âWe could share. Your bed is pretty big, so if we put pillows between us, it wonât be weird. Anyways, itâs only until the power comes back, and then Iâll go to my room, so it wonât even be for that long,â you said. The suggestion was met with sputtering from the ground.
âYou â me â what â share? No way! No way, terrible idea, why would you suggest that?â he said.
âI just feel bad that you have to be on the floor, thatâs all,â you said. âEspecially because itâs your room and youâre doing me a favor.â
He didnât say anything for so long that you were certain he mustâve fallen asleep. âI donât mind sleeping on the floor for you.â
âReally? I thought you hated me, though,â you said. The bed creaked from an unexpected weight dropping on it, and when you shifted, you saw that he had settled beside you, fluffing up a pillow to serve as a barrier, his face a light pink as he lay on his side to face you. You did the same, peering up at him over the pillow and swallowing when he did not avoid your gaze.
âI do,â he said. âA lot. But I also donât.â
You furrowed your brow. âI donât get it.â
âIâve never been distracted by anyone or anything before,â he said. âThatâs why I hate you. I hate things I donât understand, and I donât understand why youâre constantly on my mind.â
âAm I that annoying?â you said.
âYes,â he said flatly. âYouâre annoying every time you smile or laugh or say something â say anything, and youâre especially annoying when you act friendly towards my shitty teammates, especially that ninja bastard Otoya. Youâre annoying whenever you talk to me, and youâre annoying when you do your homework instead of watching me at the practice you asked to go to. Your lukewarm movies are annoying, and so is your hatred of anything horror-related. Itâs annoying that youâre nice to my parents, and itâs even more annoying that youâre better at coming up with insults than I am. Youâre the most annoying person Iâve ever met.â
You didnât need your best friend to translate this for you. Despite what Rin liked to say, you werenât that stupid â you had been selected to study abroad out of hundreds of applicants, after all, and for the first time, you were so grateful for that fact. Because the thought of somebody else being here, in this bed, hearing these things from rude, haughty Rin Itoshi, was unbearable.
âDo you have a crush on me?â you said. He immediately stiffened, his eyebrows drawing together, low and heavy over his half-lidded eyes.
âNo,â he said.
âSure,â you said. âThatâs good, because Iâm going to leave soon. It would be problematic if either of us liked one another.â
âExactly,â he said.
âYouâre annoying, too, just to be clear,â you said. âThe most annoying guy Iâve ever met in my life. Super annoying.â
âUh-huh,â he said.Â
âIâm telling the truth. Once I go back home, Iâll be incredibly bored. No one back there could ever hope to irritate me even half as much as you do,â you said.
âGood,â he said, and at that you smiled into the softness of his sheets, hiding the expression from him. âTheyâre not allowed to. Youâre the only one who makes me feel like this, so the reverse should also be true.â
âI wonât be able to come here again for a while,â you said after a bit. âLikely years. Iâll be busy with school and work and my friends and family, so itâll probably be goodbye forever when I go.â
Rinâs voice was sleepy when he spoke, reminding you of the late hour and how early he had to wake up daily.
âThen I can finally focus on soccer again,â he mumbled. âThatâs a relief.â
You reached across the pillow to pat him on the cheek. âYes, you can.â
âAfter I retire, Iâll come and find you,â he said.Â
âThat long?â you said. âWhat if I forget about you by then? Because I might.â
âDonât,â he commanded. âWait for me. Let me win the next World Cup, and thenâŠand thenâŠâ
 His words trailed off into a soft exhale as he finally succumbed to sleep. You allowed your hand, which still lay against his face, to trace his jawline before retracting it and holding it close to your heart.Â
He was definitely still a jerk, but maybe you did not hate him quite as much as you had thought You did. Actually, maybe he wasnât that bad at all, and maybe you could not imagine what an existence without him, which you had craved so desperately only days earlier, might be like.Â
You werenât sure what would happen if that day he spoke of came, if he did fly across the world to find you after the next World Cup. Would he still be himself, or would he be some gentler version? And what of you? Would Rin Itoshi still be someone you paid any mind to, or, by then, would he just be a not-so-fond memory? The strange boy who may or may not have had a crush on you, who was obsessed with soccer and horror movies, who argued with you constantly and made you more infuriated than you had ever beenâŠwell, if you thought about it, then there really was no chance of you forgetting him at all. Not so quickly.
So you sighed, turned away from him and let your own eyes shut as well. The house was dark and still, the familiar hum of the refrigerator silenced, the crushing of the ice-maker temporarily halted. Only Rinâs steady inhales and exhales cut through the blackness, lulling you to sleep despite the atmosphere you had previously found sinister.
âI guess I have no choice, huh?â you said as you, too, drifted off. âBrainless, rude, pesky Rin Itoshi. Fine, then. If thatâs how you want itâŠIâll wait. Just until the next World Cup, Iâll wait for you.â
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Kinktober day 16
Jason Todd + leather or Latex
I had like, no ideas what to do with this prompt ngl, so I just kinda went with whatever came to me when writing.
Crime lord Red Hood has always had a special place in my heart
Kinktober 2023 masterlist.
Working for The Red Hood wasnât too bad, especially compared to the other rogues youâd had to work for in the past. With Hood you didnât have to fear suddenly being shot because Two-face suddenly felt like it, or being eaten by whatever plants Ivy had conjured up, or answering whatever riddles the Riddler came up with that day.
Best part was probably the uniform though. All rogues put their people in specific clothes. For the joker it was clown masks and all that junk, Riddler wanted you in stuff with question mark print, penguin wanted you well dressed in suit and tie, the list went on. For Hood just wearing red seemed to be enough. Most seemed to just resort to wearing a red hoodie under their jacket, and that was enough.
Interestingly enough, working for Hood also came with some benefits, like being allowed to keep stuff from different conflicts as long as it didnât cause issues for Hood. That was where you found your first leather, some rich guy from Metropolis tried to set up in Gotham and was quickly dealt with. If Gotham hated anyone more than each other, it was outsiders trying to barge in and make a name for themselves.
The guy had been wearing a sturdy but not too flashy leather jacket, so after checking the pockets and for bullet holes and seeing it in one piece, you tucked it over your arm and brought it home. You had to cut the tags out and changed the inner fabric to something cheaper, and most importantly, into something red, but the quality was no lie.
You realized you might have had a thing for Leather one night when you had needed to go out for some small run for Hood, and youâd been too tired and lazy to put on a shirt. You ended up going out in a pair of low waisted denim pants, some well worn boots, and your jacket. No one batted an eye, at all, seeing a shirtless guy was far from the weirdest shit in Gotham, but the feel of leather on your skin seemed to have lit something inside you.
After that you might have subconsciously started looking for the stuff whenever you went on raids or into fights for Hood and his territory. Who cared if you stole some hotshot from star cities leather west and hat, or that guy from Texas whose black leather boots you stole right off his feet. You didnât touch the pants though, even though you really really wanted too, you just didnât trust them not to be contaminated by all kinds of junk.
You honestly thought you hid it pretty well, your draw to leather that is. Everyone had their thing, and you always wearing your jacket and boots was just something you did. If you went home to get dressed all the way down to just your jacket and boots though to jerk off was another thing entirely.
But it seemed your draw to the last targets pants hadnât gone fully unnoticed by your boss. Imagine your surprise when he shoved a package into your arms one night and told you to only check it when you got home, the modulator of his helmet making him seem way more serious than he probably was.
You wouldnât say you were outright friends with Hood, no one could really be friends with their boss in the criminal world, but you cracked jokes with the guy and even got him to laugh on the regular. You patched him up when he needed it, and he dragged you to Leslieâs clinic when you got knocked around a bit too hard, which happened more than you liked to admit.
When you got home you had almost assumed that the package would hold weapons or maybe even drugs, even though Hood didnât personally deal the stuff. But instead, you found what you immediately noticed was leather, a card placed on top of the neatly folded leather. The letter was in Hoods writing, and you felt your face heat up a tad at the words on the page.
âNext time just let me buy it for you instead of stealing it off bodiesâ it said, and when you unfolded the leather, you felt your insides flutter. It was pants, they seemed even better quality than the ones you had been eying the night before. But it wasnât just pants, there was a newer jacket, it was brown and heavy and was very well worn, and when you held it out in front of you, you could see it was one of Hoods own jackets.
You could feel blood running downwards, leaving you fumbling with your clothes as you got undressed, feeling almost desperate to pull the pants up your legs and hips. They were tight, but not too tight, and there was no question about the quality. Your original jacket fell to the ground with a heavy thud, your fingers quickly grabbing the heavy well-loved leather of the brown jacket and pulling it on, a shaky breath leaving you as the smell that was so clearly Hood filled your senses.
It smelled like leather, gun oil, the cigarettes he smoked when he was annoyed or on edge, and something undeniably Hood, and it had you tenting your new pants. Or tenting as well as one could in leather, which meant it was more a visible bulge running down the inside of your thigh. It had felt so good on your skin that you had found yourself grinding against your hand on your couch like some inexperienced fool. Your back had arched off the couch as you stained the inside of your pants, the leather growing slick against you as you groaned.
It was only later when cleaning the leather that you noticed the writing in the waistband, near the back so it would sit near the bottom of your spine. âRed Hoodâ it said, like some kind of statement of ownership, and you had shivered and exhaled shakily, rubbing a hand over your face to dispel the thoughts it awoke in your body.
Next time you saw Hood you had worn the pants, but the jacket was left at home. The worn jacket didnât go well with the newer shinier leather of the pants, so it was your normal jacket and boots, which had some of your friends joke a bit about you being some kind of leather daddy because of your interest in the stuff. You had let the jokes run off your back, joking along every now and then.
You hadnât even noticed Hood being there until he had appeared behind you, his gloved hand grabbing your ass and giving it a squeeze. Youd almost snapped around and decked him, assuming it was someone else, that was until you heard his modulated voice. âYouâre wearing my gift. You like it?â he purred obviously enough that you could hear it even through the voice changer.
You could feel your skin growing clammy as you gave a small nod, not even daring to look at hood as he pressed his crotch against your back, his erection obvious even through all your shared layers. âGood, you look so hot in itâ he rumbled, giving your thighs an extra squeeze before he stepped back and wandered off, leaving you unsteady on your feet as you tried to force the obvious hard shape in your pants away, for once cursing how tight they were.
It continued on this way for a while, Hood leaving you presents, and you would wear them around his headquarters. It was never expensive or high quality enough for anyone to target you, but Hood seemed to enjoy it very much. It felt almost like having a sugar daddy or some kind, but he had never demanded much sugar, only grabbing your ass at times, or rubbing his hands up and down your torso that time youâd worn a leather shirt under your jacket.
He was a tease, and you could hear the shit eating grin through his helmet as you ground against his thick thigh one day. You felt so wound up from his lingering touches that you had found yourself in his office one day, or what you guys called his office anyways. Maybe you wanted a fight of some kind, you werenât sure, but one thing led to another, and you pinned up against the wall, his thigh between your own.
And now you were grinding against his thigh like some kind of pervert, your fingers digging into the worn leather of his jacket as you gasped into his shoulder. You didnât even notice as he pulled off his gloves or spat on his fingers, it was only when one of his hands was shoved down the back of your leather pants and between your cheeks that you realised. A groan left you as he rubbed the pad of his finger against your pucker, his voice cocky as he asked if this was what you wanted.
You tried to glare at him, but it only seemed to fuel him more as Hood pushed his finger inside, letting you adjust before he started moving to the best of his ability, your tight pants not leaving much room to move his wrist. The stimulation was driving you crazy, the tight leather of your pants doing nothing to lessen the experience as you ground forwards into his thigh, before you pushed back onto his hand.
Running your hands down his torso and up his shirt, you could keep the moan from leaving you as you felt something too smooth and slick to be leather. It was Latex, he was wearing a latex shirt under everything else, maybe it was even a full body thing as it continued as you thumbed at the waistband of his pants.
Your exploring just seemed to fuel him more as Hood added not just a second but a third finger at the same time, letting you just barely adjust to the stretch before he started moving his hand once more, causing you to grind harder against his thigh.
It was impossible to fight back the orgasm that rocked through you, thoroughly slicking up the crotch area of your leather pants as there was no fabric to soak it up, letting it splatter against your thighs and lower body. You could feel yourself twitch a bit as Hood removed his fingers, instead grabbing onto your hips and lifting you up, making your legs wrap around his waist.
You couldnât find it in yourself to ask what he was up too as he walked backwards, plopping down on his chair with you in his lap, sighing softly as he started rubbing his hands up your torso, flicking your chest through the leather shirt you had chosen to wear. âYou alright baby?â he asked, voice warm and caring, leaving you feeling all types of mushy.
You just scoffed and leaned forwards, resting against his broad shoulders and coiling your arms around him. Hood rubbed your back for a while before rolling his chair close to his desk, the taping of keys letting you know he was working on one thing or the other. In the end you found yourself with both your hands up his shirt, rubbing at his latex covered torso as you rocked lazily against his thigh, no hurry in your movements as you knew you had all night, and it would happen soon if the twitching bulge between Hoods thighs meant anything.
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Pussy Steve in a leg spreader is all I can think abouttt... Unable to escape any of the touch and he's sooo sensitive guh
For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.
Ngl, since you sent this in in fucking August, oh god, this is all I've been able to think about.
I just... yeah. It's been on my mind. There's something about spreader bars that I fucking dying for and putting pussy Steve in one? Why didn't I think of that earlier!?
Since Bucky and Steve stumbled into the discovery of how fucking good messing around could feel when they were horny, clumsy teenagers all awkward and lanky limbs, Steve has sworn that the thing Bucky likes most is, just, punking Steve. Fucking with him.
It started legitimate, at least. His thing.
His kink, maybe.
Back then, when Steve was all too close to stumbling and falling through death's door from his precarious place curled up on its stoep like some abandoned orphan, it was for his own good. He didn't want to admit it, not even fucking close, and Bucky didn't demand that he did, but he kept it in mind regardless. He kept Steve still yet aroused, enough to keep him hard (or most of the way there) but not enough to send his heart into a frenzy of the wrong kind. That, usually, ment working him up nice and slow. But, somewhere along the way, between life and body altering transformations and devastating plunges into death and through it, the habit stuck. Maybe they just never had time to learn any other way, though.
Now, still, Bucky fucks with him by winding him up nice and slow. Consistent and sensual, as if waiting for his body to work itself up through its slow circulation and anemia and everything else going against him. He likes to watch the color wash into Steve's pale skin; he likes to feel how he burns hotter with rising arousal; he likes to hear the stuble pick-up of Steve's breath, getting more shallow and hitched; he likes to know that he's making Steve feel good, good enough to be a tugging, distracting current that's not breaking right now, not yet, but it will be, it will build and build and get to the point where, eventually, Steve just can't stand it and he'll shatter. But. By the time that he's breaking, he'll have been so fucking worked up that he doesn't see it coming. Sometimes, that means cumming without a sound, mouth hanging open, nothing but a silent exhale of agony, or, sometimes, that means cumming with a shocked, unrealized wailing-moan as he flails over the edge whether he wants to or not. He's been boiled alive, the water growing hotter so incrementally that he didn't even know.
It's that moment that Bucky chases: the break.
The moment of the break. But, still, getting Steve--a stubborn little spitfire--to break isn't half as fun without a crazy-long, agonizing wind-up. It adds to the break. The anticipation makes it better. Worse, to Steve.
Today, the slow, consistent, easy wind-up wasn't as, uh, private as usual, though. Steve wasn't laid out on the couch in their apartment, held in Bucky's lap, back-to-chest, with Bucky's fingers finding their way up his tight, tight shirt to trace over his skin, the valleys and hills of his muscle definition. Bucky just 'innocently' touching until he's not, circling and plucking and playing with his sensitive nipples until Steve's panting and has lost all sense of time. When did this even start? What time is it now? Will this ever end? Steve wasn't in their shower on a slow, lethargic evening--nothing done all day but lay around, alone together--Bucky sliding in behind him to wash his body and tease him until he's plenty fucking wet to let Bucky in by the time he reaches between his legs, sliding his thighs apart with relaxed, unhurried hands. Fingering him with no rush. Not even stretching him out on more than two fingers. The two of them enveloped in nothing but pouring sheets of water and hot steam. If the mirror could, it'd be blushing, watching Steve get pressed tight against the glass shower stall wall, his face and tits smushed, displayed, all pale pink and desperate. Steve wasn't in bed, either, under orders to not move an inch, or Bucky would stop. Still, still, still--not tense but torturously relaxed--as Bucky skirts the line between massaging him and tickling him, waiting for him to be 'ready...' Whatever that means. Steve's past ready. Hot and wet and puffy between his legs. One touch there, and he could come apart. If only Bucky would. But, no, none of that. Steve wasn't alone.
They weren't alone.
Well, at one point they were, now, when it really fucking starts, they aren't alone.
Winding-up, tighter and tighter and tighter, Steve is trying not to fucking lose his mind in the middle of a goddamn meeting. He's fucking surrounded. All sides. Right. Left. Behind him. Infront of him. Some people are in their supersuits and other agents in low-key, blacked-out S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms.
It's a storm of faceless, nameless shapes that are hardly even people to Steve right now. Whatever the hell this meeting is about (debrief? It's got to be a debrief, right? Bucky wouldn't endanger him or other innocent people by preventing him from taking in intell, right?), Steve isn't registering a lick of it. Instead, he's focused solely around the buzzing, aching, nearly-silent bullet vibrator in his boxer briefs. They're just fucking tight enough to keep it in place, nevermind how Bucky just so effortless slipped it into the pocket at the front of his drawers like it was meant to be there--as if there was no way in hell that Steve would go without it, of course, not.
Steve and Bucky's ears are the only ones that can pick up the subtle earthquake plundering Steve, crumbling his earth, inch by inch as that fucking tiny ass vibrator pulses, buzzes, and rumbles tightly against his swollen clit, soaking the dry-fit material of his boxers.
Oh, god.
All the fucking hours--it feels like hours--they've been sitting here Steve's had to keep himself from squirming or whining or doing anything that'd tip off anyone to the toy going at him. Whatever Bucky's doing to control it or whatever pre-set he's put it to, the pulsing vibrations are perfectly balanced to keep Steve balanced on the razor edge of agony. It's not enough to make him cum. It's too much to not be desperately arousing. And it's not consistent enough to be ignorable. He's still fucking sensitive to it, even after all the dragging, droning conversation.
Trying to keep himself together has resulted in the flush that he knows is painted across his cheeks, sitting high like a sunset just starting, not yet kissing the horizon line. But, more, the way he's sweating like a dog. He can feel the rivers of it pouring down his back, pooling underneath his arms, the dimples of his back, and down his asscrack to the insides of his thighs where he's urgently pressing them together. He isn't sure if he's making it better or worse for himself, pressing his legs together. On one hand, it makes him less fervently paranoid that someone else can hear his little vibrator where its rawing him, making him crazy, but on the other hand, clenched tight in his fist, it's making the vibrations spread through him so much easier. A rock thrown into a pond with the ripples emanating out, lapping at the shore. Steve's nerves are the taut surface of the water, every single vibration a pebble that builds into not little ripples but huge waves that lap and erode at his edges, making him think he's about to cum in his chair, hardly resisting from grinding into his seat, bucking his hips and letting his eyes roll back, his lip coming out from between his teeth to moan more like a roar, finally fucking released from his ongoing torture and devastated by how it eats at him. All that pleasure. Too much.
Right when Steve's about to fucking tap out, thunk his head on the table and shoot his hand down between his clenching thighs to ride his own hand to completion--shoving the vibrator tighter against his wet, wet, wet, and swollen, tortured, clit--as he moans. Fuck all the people in the room, they all have to sign so many NDAs to work for an agency like this, what's another one for, oh, yeah, that time that Captian America orgasmed out of nowhere in the middle of a meeting. Right then, Bucky's metal hand lands heavy on his upper arm, digging his fingers into his bicep through his suit and dragging him to his feet.
Steve feels like a mess.
Steve is a mess.
He can't believe no one else knows what's happening. He's hardly lucid enough to grunt out a 'yes' or bob his head or to anything to make it seem like he's on the same fucking planet as all the people around him. It's just enough, though. Just enough. Not, not enough--
If Steve was sure everyone knew what was happening when he was using all of his self-control to not hump the chair he was sitting in, then he absolutely fucking knows that everyone is immediately crystal clear about what's going on when Bucky hauls him out of that boardroom. Bucky is dragging him away, steadying him on his shaking feet, to fuck him into next Sunday. They know.
Bucky is dragging him off to fuck him.
Pre-emptive relief crashes over Steve like a wave at the realization and he pays fuck all attention to the sights and sounds around him. All he knows is that one minute they're in the meeting, it's dismissed, and the next minute, Bucky has cornered him in the elevator, and they're moving. They're alone. Steve doesn't just melt against the hot, solid line of Bucky's leather-clad body, he disintegrates.
His knees go weak, and his hands curl into clinging, pawing clumsy things that won't work. His face buries itself in his chest--between his pecs, if they were naked like they ought to be--and groans with all the breath in his chest, punched out.
Indulgently, Bucky holds him there like that for a moment, scruffing him around the back of his neck like he's a shaky, anxious kitten. Steve might as well be the way he mewls when Bucky brings up one of those fucking killer thighs to grind against his pussy.
Steve mewls.
The thick, solid muscle of Bucky's thigh forces him to confront, right fucking here in this work elevator, just how wet he is. He's wet. Soaked. Vibrating hard. He's been dripping the entire time they were in that stupid meeting, messing up his boxer briefs and probably even the inside of his suit--it's gonna be a bitch to clean. It's gonna smell like sex forever.
Steve isn't thinking about cleaning.
Steve is, oh, oh--
Bucky has him right fucking there, about to fucking cum, he's so close, he can feel the heated, tangled knot of pleasure pulling taut low in his belly, about to fucking fray apart. Pulled apart. It's in the back of his throat. He can feel it in his teeth, creeping into the muscle of his jaw, he's half-clenching his jaw and half letting it hang open. He doesn't know what his face is doing; it's probably fucked-out and dumb. But--
"Ah, ah, ah," Bucky tuts at him, pulling his thigh away and pulling him up by the nape of his neck.
Steve doesn't give a second thought about the pathetic, sharp whine he gives at having his orgasm disparagingly denied. Ruined? Whatever the fuck happened that's left his whole fucking body quivering and raw. He was so goddamn close!
So, so fucking close that that's the only thing he can hold onto. And even that, as Bucky pulls him out of the elevator--out out the building through a dizzying revolving door, pushes him onto the back of his motorcycle, heaves his arms around him, and drives them home--slips through his fingers like sand. Steve isn't holding onto anything. His arms are physically around Bucky's stocky waist as they ride, holding on, but he's not emotionally holding on to fucking anything. His brain is dripping out of his ears. Hours of vibration, his thighs clenched together, trying to keep it together. Now, his thighs are split wide around the heaving, breathing, rumbling body of Bucky's bike. It's a fucking animal.
Bucky drives like an animal. Feral and reckless as New York blurs messily past them. And Steve just nuzzles in tight, moaning recklessly and unashamedly into Bucky's ear from over his shoulder.
He's beyond desperate.
The blurred, smeared paint effect of the world around him gets worse when they're off the bike. Closer to home, Steve feels more of that pre-emptive relief surge through him more. He can't put himself back together, first shaken apart in that meeting and then blended up by the motorcycle ride. Too much. Not enough. Steve needs more.
Steve knew he was wet, but he didn't realize just how wet he fucking got until Bucky grabs him and twists him around, hauling him over his shoulder, smacking his ass and keeping a heavy, possessive hand there while he walks Steve's quivering body deeper into their home just to pin him down against their mattress all handsy and strong. Steve can't fucking fight. He just lays there, teeth chattering. He's vibrating so much himself he doesn't know if the bullet vibe is still on or not. He doesn't need it. He just. More. He needs more.
Steve needs more, thrown in through their slammed-open front door and stumbling in, unsteady and breakable as a fawn. Fuck it. He's not breakable, he's already broken. Broken open and spilling molten hot--pouring out his lust.
He's so fucking on edge anything could set him off. Anything will set him off. Just. Please.
Steve can hardly fucking hear Bucky over the blood rushing in his ears, his heart pounding like mad. But he's saying something, asking something with that damn gorgeous Chesire cat grin, all predatory and sharp, "you gonna show me how fucking wet I make you, baby?"
"Wrong answer, honey," his salacious grin widens dangerously the higher he gets off teasing him.
Steve can't think.
He can't hear.
He can't move.
Yet, he must shake his head, trying to clear his mind, figure out what the fuck is happening, what to do, because Bucky responds to him like he's answered. Like he can do anything. As if Bucky hasn't turned him into a useless pile of wet, desperate need.
And while Steve can't move, so overwhelmed with his lust, Bucky has no such issues. He's crawling off the bed where he has Steve fucked up and pinned to grab, grab--
There's no time to really process what the fuck that is, what it's doing to him, and how it feels on him when suddenly, like a switch flipped, Steve's cunt is hot and wet and kept clenched between his tensed thighs then Steve's cunt is cold and drenched and exposed to open air.
Steve's vision is so hazy and blurred he doesn't even know what it is and he doesn't think it matters anyway because Bucky isn't using it, rather he's running his hands fervently all over Steve's quivering body to strip him of his uniform. The distraction doesn't last long, though, as ruined and desperate as Steve is, Bucky is the same. Their desire intrinsically intertwined. Twinned and deepened. Made that much more perilous together. Once he's stripped to nothing but his sweat and blush, Bucky uses that thing he grabbed.
It's a spreader bar. The thing. It's a long bar, reinforced, and forcing Steve's legs wide, wide apart.
Bucky peels Steve's legs apart with a grunt and obscene show of strength, his flesh arm fucking flexing and his metal arm revving--recalibrating in a way that Steve could drool over all fucking day--and makes Steve too fucking aware of how stupidly turned on he is. He's wet. He's swollen. He's raw. He's quivering in phantom vibrations. He's so fucking aware of how exposed he is.
Exposed.
He can't keep his legs together. Bucky is just--
Bucky has him.
Bucky is pawing at his wet pussy like the big bad man he is. Fucking him up like he's the wolf and Steve is innocently lost in the wood. Steve should be afraid of his claws, but he isn't. He really isn't. He wants claws. He wants teeth. He wants.
His pussy is so hot and slick compared to the rest of the air in their bedroom. It's mortifying. Could he be wetter? No. He couldn't get any fucking more turned on without just dying. He might die here. Steve wails and jerks but doesn't get anywhere. He can't. He's spread.
Oh.
Oh, god.
Unceremoniously then, exposed and spread, Bucky shoves his face up there, licking his wet slit hotly, and Steve squeals.
What is he going to do to him? Steve could sob. Steve is sobbing. What isn't he going to do to him? He just wants to cum! Bucky doesn't have to kill him. He can just let him cum! He doesn't have to murder him!! Just let him cum!
Pleeease.
#i hope you enjoyed this#this was what i spent my evening doing lol#got home did a shit ton of studying and then wrote filthy smut#lmao#asks#fandomfluffandfuck#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#pussy steve#big sub steve#dom bucky
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Hi :)
Please can I request a scenario/oneshot where the reader is planning on spending valentines alone but Kaeya refuses to let them because of the sweetheart he is <3
note: AAAA OMG MY FIRST REQUEST đ„čđ«¶đŒ tysm for requesting lovely!! im ngl im not so satisfied with this one, but i still hope u like it â€ïžâ€ïž kaeya is my baby <3
things left unsaid (and kept close to the heart)
kaeya alberich x gn!reader âź 1.5k
cw/tags: oblivious!reader, pining!kaeya (teehee), alcohol very implicitly mentioned (+ food), may or may not have slipped my own bitterness into this but dont think too hard on that <3
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While you loved Mondstadt dearly with all your heart, having to be in the vicinity of the city during such a timeâin this case, Valentineâs Dayâalways proved to be a hard time, especially because you were oh, so, single.
Not that it had ever bothered you, of course. You were more than at peace with the fact that you didnât have to deal with the stressors of being in a relationship with someone. In fact, every time you passed by the Adventurerâs Guild and caught sight of desperate people commissioning for someone to help out with their troubles with their partners, you could only laugh at how pathetic it was and think, âWow, that couldnât be me.â
But at the very same time youâd think of those words, you spiral towards the other meaning of it all. How it couldnât be you that has a person to call your own, to look forward to seeing every day, to love you.
And so, youâd resigned yourself again to the fate of spending Valentineâs Day alone. Without a person to ask, it was kind of hopeless anyway, you thought.
But when the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius caught wind of your predicament, he sought to remedy it; immediately.
Never one to back down from a challenge nor see any of his friends (you, included) so sad and blue, Kaeya had spent the days leading up to the occasion meticulously planning an evening full of romance. He was hell-bent on charming the hell out of you, set on making you forget about loneliness as a whole, as long as you were in his company.
Thus, now, he stands in front of your doorstep, a lovely bouquet of Windwheel Asters in his hand, clad in his best clothes in regards to the date he had planned for the both of you for tonight. When he had asked you, you had all but laughed in his face, amused by the absurdity of it all.
Kaeya almost felt offended by the sound of your laughter, in spite of how it sounded like music to his ears. Why were you laughing at him? Surely, you knew that he was being serious⊠right?
When the laughter died down from your lips, wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes, he took the chance to speak again, a hint of bewilderment etched onto his face.
âWell, that was pretty harsh,â Kaeya chuckles, crossing his arms as he leans his weight towards one leg. âAre you done laughing now or should I get you some tissues?â
You startle. âWait⊠were you actually being serious?â
âSweetheart, I was being serious the whole time. Did you honestly think Iâd ask you out as a joke?â He scoffs, slightly affronted by the doubtful look in your eyes. âYou should really cut me some slack, you know. I know Iâm cunning, but Iâd never go that far.â
You sigh, feeling your face grow warm with shame and embarrassment by his remarks. Your hand reaches up to rub at the back of your neck in a sheepish manner.
âSorry, Kaeya.â
âIf you were really sorry, youâd accept me being your Valentine.â
You chuckled in response, shoulders slightly easing from the tension from the earlier moment of embarrassment. It was safe to say that the conversation ended quite well - youâd finally agreed to Kaeyaâs request to spend the occasion with him as your Valentine.
One slight problem, though. While you had agreed to his kind request under the guise of a friendly date, Kaeya couldnât help but feel like he had missed an opportunity to take things further.
(He likes you, and itâs way too much to consider it still being a platonic feeling. But he would never admit that aloud, of course. Who is Kaeya if not secretive about his emotions, especially to himself?)
Kaeya realizes that heâs been standing at your doorstep like an idiot for what was longer than necessary. Raising a hand, he raps against your door, tightening his grasp around the bouquet in his other hand as he steels himself for the moment you open your door to him.
And just like that, he feels like heâs frozen from head to toe as the door finally opens, revealing you.
The dim candlelight coming from inside your house spilled out into the doorway, framing you from behind in a brilliant, glowing halo, accentuating your beautiful figure, dressed in an elegant, and form-fitting outfit.
He hadnât even realized how long heâd been staring at you until you cleared your throat, breaking him out of his trance-like state.
Kaeya remembers to act normal again, beginning with a sly chuckle as he says, âWell, well, well. You clean up pretty nicely, Y/N.â
You return his compliment with a bashful smile, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, âThank you. I only aim to please, Kaeya.â
âOh, and you have certainly accomplished that, and more,â He replies, eyes glimmering with the ever so present hint of playfulness, his voice dropping to a smooth, velvety tone.
âBut⊠if pleasing is your aim,â Kaeya adds, âThen you must know that I have some ideas on how you can do it even better..." His words were laced with a hint of flirtation that was subtle yet undeniable.
You gaped at him, âSorry?â
Youâre certain that Kaeya could tell that heâd flustered you, but even if he didnât, heâd made no attempt at bringing it up as he steps closer to you, gaze unwavering from yours, and hands the bouquet to you.
âThese are for you, by the way,â He says, feigning nonchalance as you take it with two hands. Kaeya watches you take a whiff of the Asters with a warm, but proud smile.
Glad for the change in topic, you find yourself relaxing as you smell the flowers in your hands.
âThank you, Kaeya. Theyâre wonderful,â You smile back at him in gratitude, a faint hue of pink dusting your cheeks.
The Cavalry Captainâs smile could only grow (and glow) more with pride for himself, âWell, Iâm glad you like them. Because lucky for you, I also aim to please.â
You raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes, âWhat does that mean?â
âWhy, I picked them out myself, of course. The whole bouquet was arranged by yours truly,â Kaeya gestures to himself, doing a small bow for the sake of theatrics.
He earns the melodic sound of your laughter, and Kaeya hides a fond smile to himself as he stands back up to his full height, towering over yours.
âThat was very thoughtful of you. Thank you, really.â
âLike I said, I only aim to please.â
With that, Kaeya offers his arm for you to take whilst flashing you a smile, fully committing to the whole being-your-Valentine ordeal. He was determined to show you just how much of a gentleman he could be, and maybe, just maybe, make you see him in a different light.
For the first part of your evening together as Valentines, Kaeya takes you to the Dawn Winery, where a lovely dinner prepared by the head housemaid, Adelinde, awaits the both of you. After that, a stroll through the vineyard to âburn the food in our stomachs, and make room for some drinks,â as per Kaeyaâs words.
And the whole time, you find yourself enjoying the evening, despite your initial dejections of Valentineâs Day as a whole. But with Kaeya keeping you company, and taking you out on a date for that matter, who were you to remain in your low spirits?
The air was crisp and fresh as the both of you walked side by side through the vineyard, the sweet scent of ripe grapes filling your nostrils with each step you took, both of your hands lingering by your sides.
Kaeya found it especially hard not to notice how he could brush his fingers against yours in one, small move. He wasnât sure if it was the sweet scent of grapes surrounding them that was enticing him, nearly emboldening him, or if it was the sight of you bathed under the moonlight, casting you in an angelic glow.
And he thought heâd never seen someone so beautiful up close right from the very first moment he saw you. Kaeya couldnât quite fathom how you seemed to take his breath away, time and time again, no matter how dressed up you were or not.
All of a sudden, the man who had always kept his secrets close to his chest, found himself wanting to spill out everything he truly felt about you all at once, at this very moment in time.
But for now, Kaeya thinks it would be best to just keep his feelings at bay, content with merely being in your presence, and enjoying each other's company in the beautiful vineyard, under the moon and stars.
In the meantime, heâll let the star-filled sky, and the vines and foliage surrounding you alongside the ripened grapes, bear witness to the way he longed for you.
So close, and yet, so far.
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GRRRAH thanks 4 reading <3 lmk what u thought of this đ„čđ
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Isagi: Back when he was younger, he had a phase where he would do the dab whenever he scored a goal. It could be completely outdated too and people would cringe at him LMAO. Mightâve also done fortnite dance (he doesnât even play fortnite). His teammates try to go over and celebrate but he randomly breaks into the orange justice (he canât even do it properly) so they end up just standing there like đ§. Let him have his moment I guess???
Bachira: He was one of those kids that played with insects outside or something (speaking from experience) đ. Youâd catch him playing outside and there were 3 worms, each with different names. He probably gave them sad backstories too. The neighbors thought he was weird as hell. If someone pointed it out, heâd be like âStop being rude to them! Theyâre my friends!â And heâd actually look pissed off, exactly like this emoji đ . If he comes back to the same spot only to find that they arenât there, heâll come home crying đ đ Please help him.
Chigiri: Heâs canonically a moody guyâŠI feel like he âdecidesâ his mood for the day ykyk đ. If itâs a clear sky, sunny day, heâll choose to be happy but if he wakes up and itâs raining, he decides that heâs gonna be angry. Always ends up breaking character though. If he's laughing and suddenly remembers that he's supposed to be angry, heâll immediately put on a blank expression again like đ and the people around him think they did something wrong LMAOO. Like??? What happened bro???
Kunigami: His go-to pose for photos is the thumbs up or the peace sign and HE LOOKS SO STIFF. Heâs just there like đ âïž. He looks so awkward pls đ. His little sister is trying so hard not to laugh and heâs just like ???? What's so funny?? If heâs accidentally photo-bombing and realises too late, heâll strike that EXACT POSE until someone tells him to move cus his brain couldnât process it ITS SO SAD đ
Nagi: Once, when he was younger, he tried doing one of those free robux application things where you play a bunch of games for robux and he thought it was legit because some youtuber did it. His parents were like âSeishiro what are you even doingâ and he was like âIâm grinding robux mom, you wouldnât understandâ Like NagiâŠdonât even get your hopes up đŹ. Long story short, it didnât work and he ended up with some virus on his ipad. He woke his parents up at 3am and was like âumâŠI think I got hacked âčïžâ His parents WERE NOT pleased đ
Reo: Had a little rebellious phase where he only used cringey Gen Z slang. In front of his parents too and theyâd stare at him like đš. âZamn ngl this food is bussinâ fr goated no cap,â said young Reo, at a luxurious 5-star restaurant. His mom almost choked on her food. Probably got side-eyed by the waiter too. He didnât even realise that it wasnât cool until he found out that NOBODY actually says all that đ.
Barou: When heâs eating other people's food or eating at a restaurant, he judges it like heâs Gordan Ramsey or something??? Imagine heâs at someone's house for dinner and then when theyâre eating he has this whole routine. First he sniffs, feels the texture, then he examines with his eyes, and finally starts eating. Youâll tell if he likes it or not from his expressions đ Heâll start interrogating too LMAO. Heâd be like âWhat kind of spice is this?â âHow much salt did you add?â HEâS NOT PLAYING YALL.
Rin: Took elementary dodgeball SERIOUSLY. Heâd yell at his teammates. Losing? Not on his watch. âWHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?! ITâS DODGE BALL NOT GET HIT IN THE FACE BALL YOU LOSER!â. If he ever lost a game in PE, heâd start crying and throwing a fit, all while blaming his teammates. He would act like an angel if Sae was there though LMAO.
Hiori: He tries to re-enact cool moves from video games. Like if there's a character that has a cool playstyle heâll literally hop out of his gaming chair just to swing a spatula around đ. He got the sound effects goin on too, you can hear little pews and booms. Or if thereâs a specific voice line from the final boss that he thinks sounds cool heâll say it out loud (sometimes his parents hear and they think that heâs lost it not that they care though.)
Karasu: He had a huge chess.com phase, probably in middle school. But he was that one kid that goes âI wasnât even trying tho lolâ when he lost (behind the screen he is SCREAMING in rage). ALSO Heâs the type to be super expressive (kinda like Barou) đ. Youâll know when heâs judging you cusâ his face will go đŹ đČ âčïž đ§ đ€ in that order đ. He could say something but his expressions reveal all there is.
Yukimiya: When he first got his glasses, he probably forgot them a lot LOL. Like heâd show up to football practice without them and one of his teammates would go âYo whereâs your glasses, Yukki?â and heâd be likeâŠoh yeah. There was probably one point where he thought his eyesight was getting better. He woke up one morning and just decided that he suddenly felt like he had good vision again. It was all in his head đ.
Otoya: He once tried hitting on a girl when her boyfriend WAS RIGHT THERE and he didnât even notice. Letâs just say he ran for his life. His older sister has a video recording of it and uses it as blackmail. Worst of all he genuinely thought he could've âstolenâ her from him đ LIKE OTOYA NO. đ
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Sakura fic recs: captured on a mission/mission gone wrong
Okay, I'm going to be completely honest with y'all, I'm really just recommending stuff by my favorite tropes lmao. Quite honestly, mission gone wrong just makes things so much more entertaining. Poor Sakura though, this girl just can't catch a damn break.
Now, I should point out that there are MANY Sakura fics out there were the mission goes wrong, but in this list I am only going to put ones where that is the primary focus of the series.
Started: 2024.07.23
Last Updated: 2024.07.25
note: feel free to check out my master list which has a bunch of Sakura Haruno fic recs (all organized)!
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Survival of the fittest - cywscross || ao3 || T || shikasaku || mission gone wrong || one shot
Sakura is thirteen, still a Genin, lost in the middle of Earth Country, lugging an unconscious Chuunin around, and so far beyond scared that sheâs moved right on to pissed off.
Survival of the Fittest is a fabulous one-shot that follows the trouble that Sakura and Shikamaru find themselves in after accidentally landing themselves in Iwa. This story depicts the characters truthfully and fully conveys exactly how hopeless they feel in their situation. I highly recommend.
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The Ocean is Deep and Dark - Pleasedial123 || ao3 || M || captured || complete
Gato doesn't trust Zabuza to get the job done. Instead he sends a team of thugs to ambush the Bridge Builder on his return to Wave. Team Seven, exhausted from their fight and Kakashi still unconscious, is separated. Sakura gets captured.Terrible things happen to pretty girls in the hands of men like Gato and his thugs.But Zabuza puts his claim in first and suddenly Sakura isn't the prisoner of a civillian businessman and his hired muscle. Suddenly she's Momichi Zabuza's.
I won't lie, I have a soft spot for fics that take place during the land of waves arc, especially when they focus on Sakura's growth. I love how Zabuza was portrayed in this as although he wasn't necessarily a bad guy, he wasn't a good one either. He simply has morals. Sakura's fear in this is also quite raw and eye opening as it covers a theme that isn't ever covered in the original series. The reality is, the world is not kind to women, and a captured young female ninja is most certainly going to be at some untasteful risks. Oh, team 7's concern was also pretty touching ngl.
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With Every Beat - halfdemonfan || ffn || sasusaku || M || canon divergent || incomplete
Pain can come in various forms. Sakura had suffered all of them; but with the war raging on she found the torture would continue.
If I'm completely honest, With Every Beat probably isn't the best rec for this trope since from what I remember Sakura is not captured for too long. I never did get very far reading this so I don't have too much to say, but it takes place during the war arc and is an interesting take.
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Ripples - Yellow Mask || ffn || sasusaku || T || captured || complete
Following a botched mission, Sakura is made a slave by Sound, a position that could very well alter the futureâŠespecially concerning a certain familiar missing-nin.
Ripples is probably one of the og mission gone wrong/captured Sakura fics, as far as I am aware, but it's pretty good! On her way back from a mission, she manages to get captured and is taken to Orochimaru's hideout. Super interesting to see as Sasuke is still with the sanin at this time.
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The Pack Survives - ihopethelightwillshineupon || ao3 || team 7 || mission gone wrong || complete
When a simple C-rank mission turns into a straight-up nightmare, the members of Team Seven narrowly escape with their lives. They end up stuck in the middle of nowhere, each of them injured and forced to rely on one another for help.Theyâve only been a team for a couple of weeks, still distant from one another, still trying hard to prove themselves. But when theyâre all hurt and struggling desperately to survive, they have no choice but to lower their walls.Stranded far away from the village, Team Seven fights to get back home safely â but with help impossibly far away, with their food supplies shrinking and with their injuries slowing them down, their journey becomes more difficult with every step.In the wake of their struggle, though, their bonds grow steadily stronger.
Sakura is not the main character in this one as it it more focused on team 7 as a whole, but she still has some great development! Essentially, in typical team 7 fashion, they find themselves in a bit of a pickle during a mission and it results in some great bonding between them.
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An Inch of Gold - KuriQuinn || ffn || sasusaku || T || mission gone wrong - time travel AU || complete
Team 7 is sent on a mission to investigate a disturbance outside of the village, where they encounter an unconscious girl in a crater. The mysterious Sarada insists she's a shinobi from the Hidden Leaf trying to rescue her teammates. When the team discovers she possesses a Sharingan, things become even more unbelievable. [Part of the Legacy of Fire Series]
Somehow, the Boruto and Naruto timelines interconnect and Sarada literally falls into team 7's mission. Things only get worse from there. The writing captures the personalities of the characters so well and I'm a complete sucker for the whole Sarada meets Sakura and Sasuke trope!! Sasusaku is super cute in this (while being realistic) and I love how Kakashi is such a shipper. Also, this is a multiple perspective fic.
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Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem - Tozette || captured || gen || M || canon divergent || complete
The invasion of Konoha during the chuunin exam didn't fail. Team seven is broken, people are dead, and Sakura is hurt and frightened and a very long way from home.Alternative summary: In which Sakura carries half of Hidan across two countries, leaving a trail of blood, bodies, and other people's legs.
This one is pretty gross tbh, but I highly recommend!
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Only a Crush by Gingersoup || ao3 || kakasaku || M || canon divergent || complete
It was supposed to be an easy, fun night out. She never intended to wake up in her sensei's bed, half-naked and with no memory of what happened the night before! As she tries to unravel the mystery of that night, something sinister is growing beyond the walls of the Leaf Village... and what was only a crush spirals wildly out of control.
I can't really say much without spoiling, but Sakura is unwillingly thrust into the world of illegal drugs, trafficking, and sex all while coming to terms with her new feelings regarding her former sensei. I typically don't like kakasaku, but I think this work is done tastefully well. The characters are both adults and the immorality of the relationship is not ignored, so be prepared for a lot of "we can't," "this is wrong," etc.. Anyway, Sakura is an absolute powerhouse and I thoroughly enjoyed the relationship between all of the different characters and villages!
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Got Nothing to Prove (but I'ma show you how I do) - GuardianMars || ao3 || gen || T || mission gone wrong || incomplete
Civilians and orphans are always used as cannon fodder. Sakuraâs not sure where she first came by this phrase. Whether she heard it or read it, she canât quite remember, but it stuck in her head and it stays in the back of her mind whenever Team 7 takes a mission. When Sakura and Tenten get placed on a temporary team looking into a series of kidnappings of local village girls, Sakura is naturally worried. She doesn't want to be cannon fodder. When the mission goes to pot, Sakura and Tenten find themselves far away from home and with only each other to rely on. As it turns out being cannon fodder is the least of their worries.
Genin Sakura and TenTen are sent on a mission due to their unimpressive lineage and things go wrong. This is a bit of a mystery where details of the mission are uncovered as the series progresses and is seen from the prospective of both the girls and their sensei's who are desperately trying to bring them back.
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The Storm Beneath - CrimsonEden || ao3 || gen || T || mission gone wrong || one-shot complete
Sakura skidded to a halt. âSensei?â she choked out, voice raw and painful. Kakashi made no reply. His eyes stared desperately up at her, as if he thought that she was going to disappear if he looked away. One of his hands reached out slowly, like he wanted to touch her face, to check to see did she was really there. His eyes were glazed over and his chest was heaving from the force of his heavy breaths. She stood there frozen, unsure of what to say or do. How could things have gone so wrong? . . . . . A simple mission goes horribly wrong, and Team-7 finds themselves stuck in the wilderness injured and facing Kakashiâs past demons. POV Kakashi and Sakura.
Team 7's mission gone wrong not just lands them in a complete disaster physically and politically, but also uncovers some of Kakashi's trauma. Really well written and focuses a lot on the team bonding, primarily Sakura and Kakashi, which I love.
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Team Seven and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Roadtrip -Transformatron || ao3 || gen || T || captured || incomplete
No chakra. No allies. Captured by an unknown enemy a thousand miles from home, Team Seven must work together if they want to survive - which, if you ask Sakura, puts their life expectancy at approximately one week. If sheâs feeling generous.
Team 7 is captured and the enemy is trying to get information out of them by any means possible. Follow them as they try to escape.
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final exams coming up! - waterpllar || ao3 || gen || M || captured || complete
Kakuzu can name numerous reasons why Hatake Kakashi could make him an excellent profit, most of which involve the numerous organizations he's sabotaged. Specific figures would certainly be willing to pay very well for free reign to relieve their violent frustrations on one of the most notorious jounin in the Bingo books. Such a business would only function with a healer on hand, but it just so happens that a vast majority of shinobi teams have a healer, and there is a pink-haired genin without a bloodline limit or bijuu on the team. What he did not anticipate is that the Copy-nin's teaching might be so remiss that he hadn't trained said genin in any iryo-ninjutsu whatsoever. Kakuzu does not like making oversights, and he decides to remedy this fact immediately (unluckily for sakura).
Kakuzu captured Sakura and Kakashi in an attempt to make money (of course) off of Kakashi's many enemies and Sakura is forced to learn medical ninjutsu in order to keep him alive. Although this is marked as complete and could be considered that to those who read it, the ending is not very conclusive tbh (I wanted more).
Edit: ok this actually just got updated even though itâs marked as complete, so ig itâs still ongoing?? Maybe???
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New Day Dawning - IncompleteSentanc (Erava) || ao3 || narusaku || T || captured || complete
One day, while visiting the grave of Nohara Rin, Obito stumbles across a young girl terrifyingly like her. He decides to ensure she doesnât meet the same fate. As for Sakura? Sakura had no idea what she was awakening the day she went to visit her parents graves - but she never looked back. One way or another.(Feat. Sakura raised by Obito and the Akatsuki, and her eventual return to Konoha and all those she left behind)
Sakura is brainwashed and manipulated, but loved by notorious killers nonetheless. Incredibly well written and I won't lie when I say that the ending took me a bit by surprise.
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Your childhood home is just powder-white bones (and you'll never find your way back) - Dovey || ao3 || gen || M || captured || complete
Sasuke is not the only one who worries he's getting too comfortable in his genin life. Itachi decides to add another motivator to Sasuke's revenge plans by kidnapping the teammate who wasn't a charismatic Jinchuriki. Sakura is used to being an objective for those around her, not a person, but even for her this is a little much. In which Sakura is held captive and learns what a genjutsu specialist can do to a person's mind, that sharks can actually make great friends, joins a dying clan, and gets regifted multiple times before she's finally strong enough to fight back. *while this fic contains explicit and graphic torture, there's no sexual assault.
Okay, this was actually a really hard read for me. We truly see Sakura's decline in this as she slowly loses her mind and it is very frustrating to see what has happened to her. Nonetheless, it is extremely well written and great is you want something dark.
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Freedom in the Eyes of Another - Oroburos69 || ffn || gen || M || captured || complete
The Wave Mission was a failure. They got caught, captured, taken-it didn't end well. Now Sakura has a half-heard order, uncut fingernails, and more desperation than bravery. One way or another, she's getting Team Seven out today. Complete.
I actually can't believe that I forgot to add this the first time I wrote this list! Anyway, team 7 is captured on the mission to Wave and Sakura takes Kakashi's mumble and runs with it! Pretty interesting as we get some nice team bonding and there are some other popular character appearances too.
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Like always, please send me recs if you have any!
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âźJust One Dropâź
†Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomiâźreader
†Including: nsfw (-17)
†Warnings: vampire! Sakusa, bottom! Sakusa, top! Male reader, implied athletic/tall/buff! Male reader, blood mention, injuries, virgin Sakusa who almost never touches himself; may do a part two. Not proofread, I have no brain for that, this whole fic is a mess ngl-
†Summary: Finding your mate and sharing a bit too strong bond.
†6.400 words
Itachiyama, a private school in Tokyo, and somewhere you dreamed to go to.
It was known to have a lot of athletic clubs, the best equipment, support for the students and a foreign exchange program. Though it was available every year, not many students had the opportunity to get accepted, as it was extremely selective.
And it was because of its same exchange program that you got the opportunity to join this school for, at least, a year. Possibly more if you proved yourself good enough. This opportunity was the greatest you could have. You were currently in a public school, which wasn't bad in itself, and you liked it, but knowing that you could spend a year somewhere much better, who were you to not take this chance.
The program was offered only for students that were part of a sports club, had good results and were recommended by their teachers. Though, this part did not matter much, as it was only showing how much you were valued.
Thankfully for you, and your hard work, you ended up fitting in with their requirements, more or less without surprise. Compared to Itachiyama, your school didn't have much money to spend on clubs, and you couldn't enjoy the sport as much as you wanted to. But with this program, you may be able to train with a real coach, learn more, and know how it feels to have a real team.
So, without any more hesitation, you accepted to leave your country for Tokyo, along with one of your friends.
And only a month later, you were on a plane, going to Japan and joining Itachiyama Institute as a third-year student.
Without any surprise, you were welcomed nicely by some teachers and a few students, which were all more than kind and lovely. There was no doubt that the school chose the calmest and sweetest student to give a good image from the start.
That's how you met Motoya Komori, another third-year who was in the volleyball club, and he quickly became a good friend. The next day, he took the time to show you the city, explaining how everything was working for your first days here, and the time spent helped you to bond together and create a great friendship.
Perhaps it was a surprise for you, but all the students from the exchange program including you became rather popular, as you were for most foreigners and athletes, you fitted right in the standards of this school.
Fortunately, everything was going well. Your first month has been perfect in every way. Despite now living in a whole new country, and only knowing a bit about it, you manage to meet multiple people, get a few friends, some close ones too and joined the club you loved the most.
Unsurprisingly, you weren't the best player here, as you did not get the opportunity to have a coach or a clear routine before. But now, it was the moment to enjoy and improve yourself, you were still an over-average player and training with a good team could only help you. A strong motivation takes over, wishing to become better and be a regular.
As days passed, you gained some habits from this new lifestyle, as every morning you spend time with friends from your class, and then for the rest of the day, you would be with your club members or Komori and his friends, now yours too.
For a reason that was unknown to you, Komori was always busy in the morning and couldn't be with anyone, same for when he was finishing his practice with the volleyball club, he never had the time to do anything after. You never tried to pry into it, as it wouldn't be respectful, and it was normal for him to have things to do. Simply, you just grow curious about why he was so secretive about it, though, you did nothing to find out.
Honestly, you forgot about it for a long while, until you saw him one morning walking into the school, a guy next to him.
This someone was surely a third-year too, they seemed really close, and you couldn't help but feel curious. This unknown person, you guessed was a man with the name Komori pronounced, was rather attractive, also catching your eye by how different he was from your friend.
Komori was someone always joyful, excited, extremely friendly and liked by most people, while this guy was the complete opposite of what you were seeing. He was wearing a mask, no sign of happiness could be found on his face, nor any other emotions except annoyance and tiredness.
Compared to your friend, he was not greeting anyone, not talking or barely a full sentence while replying to Komori, and would not try in any way to interact with any person, or simply ignore everyone. You had no clear idea of who he was, or what was his full name, but he managed to stay in your mind for a long while.
In the following days, you would notice him everywhere you were going, unable to ignore him or not recognize him from afar. With his black curly hair that looked extremely soft, the mask he was wearing, hiding his features except for some, like the two moles on the right of his forehead, and his aura, he was easily seen.
It was driving you crazy.Â
How effortlessly your eyes were drawn toward him. There was no reason for it that you were aware of, but it was as if something was enchanting you toward him.Â
You still did not know who he was, and yet, he was occupying your mind, magnetic and hypnotizing for you, catching your attention and poisoning your mind. For no reason, you couldnât stop thinking about him and especially did not want to think about him particularly. It was a strange and bothersome feeling, being thrown toward someone so hard, but not even knowing anything about them that could explain it all.Â
Days passed, and this odd attraction did not stop one bit. The most frustrating was that you were the only one sensing it, never once, he looked at you. Though it should be normal, something inside of you was annoyed to not end because of this. After all, you were nobody for him, and he was nobody for you.Â
Thankfully for you, the next week, you never saw him once. And so, you almost forgot about him until today. At lunch, as you were eating with everyone and joking around, talking about the last practice or your classes, Komori suddenly started to act strangely. He would blush and stutter while talking, which was far from his usual self. You saw how most were sending him a sweet smile and motioning for him to say something, leaving you confused.Â
For some more minutes, he stayed silent, looking blankly at his empty plate, until his head suddenly shot up. With a bashful grin, he offered you to come to his practice this afternoon, to watch him and maybe do something after together. In amusement, you watched as his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, Komori looking away in embarrassment at his sudden outburst.Â
As curious as you were about volleyball and what Komoriâs practice looked like, you accepted quickly, as refusing was not an option for you. And genuinely, you never saw him brighten up this quickly, his smile was blinding, to say the least, it could be compared to the sun at this moment. Komori looked so excited and happy that he was jumping on his chair, the others looking at the two of you amused. Soon enough, it was time to go back to class and after patting your back, everyone left after the bell rang.Â
The hours passed rapidly, you barely even remember when you started the second class of the afternoon, or when the bell rang and everyone left, either to go home or to their club. At this point, you were moving on autopilot, noticing last second how you were standing in front of your gymnasium and not the volleyball teamâs one, making you sigh.Â
You walked alone to the other gymnasium, making sure it was the one Komori told you about, this time, before going in its direction. Carefully following the path, you look up a split second from your phone, and you see him. Here he was, waiting outside the building with his back resting against the wall, the same man living rent-free in your mind for more than 2 weeks.Â
Thankfully, he was too busy on his phone to notice you pass by him, you opened the door in haste and entered the gymnasium. Even though you only saw him for some seconds, the sudden pressure you felt before the door closed behind you sent shivers up your spine. Your hands were still shaking as your body was screaming at you to run away. You took some seconds to inhale deeply, calming yourself down to not cause a scene before stepping forward.Â
As he was quietly waiting for Komori, Kiyoomi was pulled out of his thoughts by the sounds of steps going toward him, he already felt annoyed, sure that he was one of his teammates. Turn out he was wrong, as the person did not even stop, and thankfully, only passed by him without a word.
But then, it hit him, the sweet scent he has been smelling continuously these last weeks. His grip around his phone tightened, all his muscles tensing as he resisted the urge to just yank you toward him and feed. It was such torture when he felt your eyes on him, only wanting to look back at you, but you kept walking as if he wasnât there.Â
He barely had the time to look back before the door closed behind you, the view of your nape and shoulders, along with the shape of your upper back graved into his mind, making his mouth water. He tried so hard to find who was smelling so sweetly for weeks, to no avail, and here you were, showing up like it was nothing. How could you not be aware of him and what you were doing to him, it was insane.Â
He was tempted to run after you, just to get a longer time to enjoy your smell, but sadly, his cousin showed up at the same. And unfortunately, he was forced to push to the back of his mind his thoughts about you, or everything that he imagined he could do. Rapidly looking suspiciously at his cousin as he seemed much happier than usual, and then, when a smelled a whip of your smell on Komori, his eye twitched. Did you two know each other?Â
Kiyoomi couldnât help but wonder what was making you so attractive. Perhaps it was your scent, the sweetness of your blood, or how you were cleaner than the rest, the remaining scent of your body wash and shampoo still on you, even after a long day. He knew it sounded creepy, but his need to feed was taking over his senses, and something deep within him was calling, craving for you. Despite all his efforts, he couldnât help but fantasize about you. And knowing that his cousin could be close to you, made him feel especially annoyed for an unknown reason. In the end, you were always on his mind.Â
Stepping inside the gymnasium, you were thankful to recognize some players, you took the time to greet some of them whom you knew through Komoriâs acquaintances, before sitting in the bleachers. At the same moment, Komori and the guy from earlier came in, one looking overly excited and the other annoyed to no end. It was strange how he looked so upset but also so close to your friend.Â
Someone from the team yelled âKiyoomiâ and you watched as the manâs head shot up, sending a death glare to the too-joyful player. It seemed like your guess was right, he should be a third-year too since the player called him âsenpaiâ. Though you were only sure of his last name and age, and still knew nothing more. At least, itâs a good start, maybe if you learn more about him, youâll manage to get him out of your mind, as ignoring him was not working.Â
Soon enough, the practice started, and you tried your best to find and watch Komori. Despite your efforts, trying so hard to focus on your friend, your eyes were always drawn back on Kiyoomi, each movement hypnotizing you.Â
You couldnât help but observe him with curiosity, almost forgetting about Komori, that was looking over you at that moment, disappointed that your eyes werenât on him. In silence, he followed your gaze, curious about who you were so focused on, only to find out that you were watching his cousin. He felt his heart being crushed when he saw you with the eyes of someone who was a bit too interested in someone that was not him.Â
What pissed him off the most, was how Kiyoomi was acting. He seemed nervous, and clearly destabilized because he was feeling your eyes on him. The light blush on his cheeks was even more annoying, especially when it worsens after the quick look he would take whenever you werenât watching him anymore. Komori felt his patience run out, not only his cousin had to get interested in his crush, but he managed to get your attention too.
He was going to turn around to focus back on the game, too fuming to watch much longer until he saw his eyes. Komori felt his blood run cold when he witnessed Kiyoomiâs pupils shaking violently, expanding and narrowing rapidly without any control. In a panic, he called a time-out immediately, taking his cousin by the arm, and dragging him away to the changing room without another word, leaving everyone puzzled.Â
The players, despite being confused, decided to grab their water and relax until the two came back to the court. One of them, that was your friend, called you down, wanting to introduce you to the rest of the team, excited like a cute child. He quickly explained who you are, that you came because of the exchange program and were really talented in the sport you were practising.Â
Without any surprise, you hit off with all of them rapidly, immediately feeling welcomed and appreciated. You could only enjoy how easygoing they were and how simple it was to have a nice discussion with them, the gloomy mood becoming more joyful and light-hearted.Â
With your arm thrown over a second yearâs shoulders, you relish in the good ambience, almost forgetting about Komori and Kiyoomi. Softly laughing at a dumb joke a player was saying, you felt more comfortable than ever with them. You almost did not notice your friend come out of the changing room, alone this time, looking much calmer and relaxed than earlier.Â
Not mentioning what just happened, he joined the discussion as if everything was fine, standing next to you, close enough to be able to whisper some jokes about the players in your ear. Though everything was going well, you could still feel Komori glance at you anxiously, despite his calm and collected act, something seemed wrong.Â
Some long minute passed before the intriguing man came back, Kiyoomi finally got out of the changing room and joined the rest of the team, just next to you. Though, Komori quickly placed himself between you and him, putting his hand on your shoulder before introducing you, making you discover that they were cousins.Â
It was making much more sense now, as you could understand why they were extremely close and often together even though it seemed like one of the two did not like the other around him.Â
Komori took a quick glance at you, not saying anything. Normally, you try to shake hands as a greeting. But thankfully for you, a while ago you noticed how Kiyoomi was avoiding every skin-to-skin contact with absolutely everyone. So instead, you simply bowed, hoping it was enough.Â
Thankfully for you, you noticed a while ago how he was avoiding every skin-to-skin contact with anyone, so you didn't try to shake his hand, but simply bowed. You spotted from the corner of your eye how Komori exhaled in relief, knowing how Kiyoomi would have lost it if you touched him without washing your hands or putting on hand sanitiser.
Glad that the incident has been avoided without him needing to intervene, he started talking to you, being the one mostly holding the discussion going. He kept standing in between you and his cousin, pushing him to the side little by little discreetly.
You could see how it was annoying Kiyoomi, and he was starting to lose his patience. The tense atmosphere was making you feel more and more uncomfortable, the situation not getting better in the slightest, so you decided to tell Komori that they should start practising again, as they lost a bit too much time already.
He blushed in embarrassment, and apologized immediately, motioning for Kiyoomi and the rest of the team to go back on the court. As he walked away, the black-haired male was still standing in front of you, eyes piercing through yours with an unrecognizable expression on his face. And then, he left without another word, his shoulder brushing against yours as he almost gently pushed you to the side.
During the rest of the practice, the game changed as he was looking at you, and you were looking somewhere else. You could feel his eyes on you, but you tried your best to focus on the rest of the players instead, despite the burning feeling on the side of your head and neck.
You could see Komori being annoyed at his cousin's behaviour and almost calling him out in the middle of the game, hiding his anger, which was in reality jealousy and kept acting strange.
The tense atmosphere between the two was distracting, especially you that was observing from afar, and you were unable to keep track of what was happening when the two guys were staring down at each other. The other players were awkward too, and the training session was cut short, unexpectedly stopping one hour earlier than usual.
You took the opportunity to exchange numbers with the rest of the players, some of them inviting you to upcoming parties or for lunch. You enjoyed your time with them, meanwhile, Komori and Kiyoomi had already disappeared from the court. You barely had the time to see them get out of the changing room, freshly showered and dressed in their school attire as Komori bids you goodbye, followed by a short apology as he drags Kiyoomi away, whose eyes weren't leaving yours.
That peculiar tension disappeared the moment he stepped out of the building and was out of your sight. It left you shivering, a foreign urge, a nameless craving bubbling deep into your stomach, mind, and heart. It leaves you gasping for air as if something just punched you in the stomach.
The same night, as you were finally home, laying down on your bed with your eyes closed, you felt it, this other presence in the back of your mind. It was subtle, too subtle for you to make anything about it, but it was here. Though the tiredness took over your body, your mind fell into an endless void, unknowingly going straight into his trap. And then, he was here again, the same captivating face and enchanting eyes staring down at you. It was luring you in, making you step forward until you were close enough for him to grab your face, bringing you into a heated kiss.
Everything went too quickly, and before you knew it, the blood in your veins was boiling up, almost as if electricity was going through them. Your legs and core were burning up, tensed and overwhelmed by everything that was happening, this delirious dream driving you mad. It seemed so realistic, you could feel his warmth, smell him and touch him. You couldn't resist the temptation as you held into his waist, bringing him closer and sliding your leg in between his. The moan he lets out was resonating in your mind, echoing through the white void of your imagination.
Your brain was screaming at you to get away, push him and snap out of it, but you weren't able to, too focused on his lips and his taste. The same magnetic aura made your mind go blank, forgetting what you were thinking about the second before.
Kiyoomi smirked at your reaction, wrapping his hands around your neck, his nails digging into your skin to have you even closer, trapping you in his hold. One of his hands slowly danced down, tugging on the shirt you were wearing, exposing more skin as he had the opportunity to move down and gently bite your neck and shoulder.
Everything was too tempting, and he couldn't help but lick the side of your neck, searching for the softest part. He looked down at you, mouth still wide open until his fangs touched the side of your neck, and his mouth closed suddenly onto you, like a predator jumping on its prey.
It hurt so bad at first, your skin was burning, as if someone threw you in a pit of fire. But slowly, the pain subdued, a strange sensation being left behind, your pain and pleasure being twice stronger. You were confused about what was happening, while Kiyoomi was completely high on the taste and satisfaction he felt.
It was certain now, he had found his mate, your linked sensations and dreams were the proof of it. He could feel the pain on his neck as he bites you, his own hands copying you when you cup his face, trying to tug him off. Kiyoomi know how rare it is to get a link this powerful, but he didn't mind it one bit, he was not even expecting to meet his mate one day, and yet, it happened.
The only frustrating part was that everything was happening in your minds only. For now, the link was temporary and would disappear within a few days.
He needed to see you again.
He sensed you grow more frantic, desperately to get him off as now, the bite was really painful. As gently as he could, he opened his mouth, his fangs slowly retracting from your delicious flesh. The smell of your blood was still tantalizing him, but Kiyoomi needed to be patient, it was useless to rush things.
When finally the pain disappeared, you were able to breathe correctly again, fear leaving your mind. Even though it was not real and this guy couldn't harm you, the threat of sucking you dry or killing you was still on the back of your mind. Deep down, you were aware that he never threatened you, and the whole atmosphere didn't feel like he wanted to harm you⊠especially with how his body was reacting.
His hands were still on your jaw and shoulder, thumb softly caressing your skin, lips colliding soon after. Kiyoomi keep peppering kisses all over your neck, nuzzling against you as he enjoyed the scent of your perfume and blood.
Curious, you look down to observe him, his red eyes catching your attention. In a beautiful way, his pupils were overtaking the colour, blending into a deeper shade, only adding to the profoundness of his eyes. Despite behaving so sweetly, he looked high and mad, with remaining blood on the corner of his lips, staining his skin.
His tongue darted out, licking the blood off with an expression of pure ecstasy, swallowing with great pleasure. His lips parted to let out a sinful moan, showing off his long and pointed fangs, and the urge to taste you again get stronger.
Before he could try to touch you again though, you slapped his hand away, mind clearing up as you took a step back, putting some distance between you and him. He tried to go after you, his hand reaching for your shoulder. Kiyoomi was only some centimetres away before everything went black, and you woke up. His frustrated and disappointed face echoed in your mind as everything disappeared around you, the ground vanished and let you fall endlessly.Â
You woke up after this, the fall in your dream forced you awake. You were panting and sweating profusely, your heart beating erratically, still unable to process everything that you just dreamed of. But you werenât so sure if it was a dream anymore, as you could feel your neck burning and hurting, and after checking in the mirror, your body was covered in red nail marks. They were on your neck, clearly recently made and far too similar to the place Kyoomi was holding you for this to be a coincidence.Â
You felt sick, your mind was aching and your stomach turning, as you felt as if something was missing. Strangely, you craved something but had no idea of what exactly. And to not help you with this situation, you rapidly found out that you were hard and dripping, which wasnât something you wanted to be right now.Â
Even after a few minutes, you were still in the same state. You tried to take a shower, to ignore it, watch things that you found disgusting and made your stomach turn, and not in a nice way. But despite this, after doing everything you could think of, it wasnât coming down. Desperate, and wanting to enjoy your morning before classes, you decide to check the time, seeing how there wasnât so much time left before going to school.Â
Seriously hesitating on what to do, you knew that if you were still like this after long minutes, it wasnât going to disappear suddenly within this short span of time. Groaning, you convinced yourself that you had no other solution, as you dropped what you were doing and went into the living room, throwing your school bag beside the door.Â
And thatâs how you ended up sitting on your sofa, lifting the front of your shirt and holding it up with your teeth as you pulled your pants down, stroking yourself slowly. Gradually going faster, you felt your mind go blank, forgetting about all the strange things that happened to you, unknowingly distracting someone else as you relieve yourself.Â
Unfortunately for the poor volleyball player, the link between you wasnât effective only in your dreams, but all the time, both during the day and the night. This means, that if one of you feels something in a strong way, the other will immediately sense it and share that feeling too.Â
And so, while getting dressed after waking up feeling discontented by his first dream shared with you, Kiyoomi felt the powerful pleasure going through your body. That bliss coursing through your veins as much as it was in his, his mind went blank as a wave of satisfaction hit him, hard.Â
His knees went weak, and he almost fell onto the ground, legs shaking as the sensations were far too powerful for him to withstand. Kiyoomi didnât know how to feel. First, you ignored him almost all the time during school, then you ended up being pushed away by you inside your dream, and now, you were masturbating just after waking up. Did it mean that he has enough effect on you to give you a hard-on and make you lose your mind?Â
Though he wasnât able to think much longer as he felt his legs give out, the feeling was breathtaking, almost electric, as he never felt something this strong with anyone before, even with those he had a link with.Â
Usually, he finds that kind of act absolutely disgusting and unhygienic, which explains why he never touches himself, except for the exception of doing it in someone elseâs dream. He was never touching himself, or even thinking about it, even less about spending a night with someone. It was just a distraction.Â
But, with the raw pleasure he sensed, unable to ignore it as long as you were feeling it, he could feel his resolve crumble. Your euphoria was taking over his senses, as he could almost feel you, hear you mean and grunt in his ear, imagining your voice as you murmur his name, and unconsciously, his body started to react.Â
He really wanted to fight it, refusing to let himself get indulged in such a gross and odious act like this, especially in the morning. But, knowing it was you, pleasuring yourself because of him, was exhilarating, to say the least. It was maybe a unique opportunity to share something with you outside of a dream, pleasuring himself at the same time as you, as if you were the one doing it for him. The idea was so tempting.Â
Fixated on what he wanted to do, he completely ignored Komori that should be waiting for him outside the house by now. He could wait for a bit longer anyway, you werenât going to be at school early today so, there was no reason for them to be in a rush.Â
Before he could move towards his bed, a spike of pleasure made him collapse on the ground. In a haste, he pulled his pants down, almost ripping his underwear off as he touched himself for the first time outside a fake reality. The simple contact of his palm against his wet tip made him whine, back arching as his body was sensitive to the point he could feel something come out already. All his muscles were tensed, and he had difficulty breathing as he was overwhelmed by everything.Â
Kiyoomi barely started to move when a new wave hits him, feeling your body tense up at the same time as him, he could discern the shakiness of your legs, and almost hear the grunts escaping your lips but muffled by your shirt. Your mind was utterly blank and empty as the link became stronger, now truly unbreakable, as you were unknowingly solidifying it.Â
Now, Kiyoomi was able to hear your erratic heartbeat, your unstable breathing, and how you struggled with each inhale. The best thing was the shared pleasure, Kiyoomi could feel each rapid stroke, as he would reply with a slower but tighter one, absolutely worsening your sensitive state.Â
As Kiyoomi was trying to match up with your pace, something new emerged, as he felt your body tense up, your breath stopped as a strong sensation broke through your entire body. At this instant, your release triggered his own body to follow you, and cum instantly, even if he wasnât physically ready to.Â
And here he was, in the middle of his room, touching himself for the first time and coming after only a few movements of his wrist. His whole body and brain broke, not functioning anymore, as everything came to a stop.Â
It was far too embarrassing. It was so lewd and humiliating, but oh-so-satisfying to have his body give out, Kiyoomi needed it more than anything.Â
The thought of being connected to you, being so close to you, feeling whenever you do it, whenever you lose yourself in the forbidden pleasure. It only makes him more addicted to you, desiring to see and taste more.Â
If the smell of you and your blood werenât enough to make him lose his mind, the way your body was moving, how big you were compared to him, and how it left him so many places to bite onto, definitely did. The thought alone could bring him to new highs. He could imagine it already, how he could suck your blood out of you, slowly driving you insane, only for the aphrodisiac of his bite to overwhelm you, him only being able to bring you this endless pleasure.Â
Minutes were passing, and despite his mind slowly becoming clearer, he was still frozen in place, his body unable to move. Cum was running down his shaft, onto his hand and sliding down to his elbow, pooling onto the ground.Â
He was finally able to breathe correctly, enjoying the relaxed state he was in, high on the pleasure he felt not so long ago. Thankfully for him, it seemed like you only needed to do it once to be satisfied, or else he would have been passed out by the end of the second time.Â
But Kiyoomi spoke too soon because he felt it again, this time much stronger, the link activating in a way he didnât know was possible, his body moving without his consent, his hands going back to hold the tip. His hand moved in synchronization with yours, obediently following your lead even if he didnât want it.Â
He shrieked at the aggressive tempo, the pace was far too quick for him, along with the tight hold around his dick, driving him insane, he was losing it. He couldnât think, couldnât breathe, couldnât do anything to free himself from this power you had over him. He wanted to tell you to slow down, to let him some minutes to regain control of his body, but it would impossible for you to hear, and even so, you were too lost in the headspace he forced you into.Â
It was his own fault, after all, if he didnât play with your mind while you were sleeping, he wouldnât be here right now, unable to control his own body or mind. Everything was blurry around him, his ears were buzzing and his lower body was shaking as he tried to hold himself up, gripping the edge of his bed.Â
Kiyoomi was awfully sensitive, with no stamina during this kind of play, and so, before he knew it, he was cumming again. Without a doubt, you felt it, and yet you werenât stopping. His hand was still moving at the same pace despite having just came, and he was now completely drenching his pants, unable to stand up anymore. Kiyoomi fell to the ground, his back hitting the side of his bed as he spread his legs, giving up and leaving you to do all the work.
He knew he couldnât stop you now, not even decrease the pace until he regain his bodyâs control. Unfortunately, as long as youâre in this state, you will be the one with the upper hand, and he was forced to endure it. Currently, he couldnât do anything except roll his head back, arch his back and let his mouth hang open, letting out the most sinful sounds he ever heard made.Â
It went like this for so long that he lost count, his body shaking uncontrollably. Then suddenly, you were slowing down, and he could finally breathe correctly, inhaling as much air as he could, his lungs burning. Kiyoomi thought he could relax, but something felt wrong, as he didnât feel you finish, with no sensation similar to what he felt the first time. Were you really done? It seemed suspicious.Â
As he thought this, you were breathing heavily, so close to your high, as you moved your thumb towards your tip, barely pressing your nail into the opening, sending Kiyoomiâs body lurching forward. His voice broke as a moan was forced out of his mouth, this action hurt so fucking good, the pain was addicting. His hips thrusted up uselessly, knowing he wasnât the one in charge of the stimulation he was receiving.Â
And itâs only after another orgasm that he broke down, whimpering your name out loud, begging and whining, crying, pleading for you to stop, and then to keep going, to give him more. Until finally, he shouted out something intelligible, squirting over himself, and his pants, making a complete mess as he was too drunk on these sensations to process anything.Â
He humped the air, searching for you as something snapped inside of him, his eyes rolling back in his skull, his whole mind filled with thoughts of you. He hoped you were losing your mind too, while thinking about him, making a mess while hoping he could be there with you. Kiyoomi would do absolutely everything to be in between your legs, lapping at your dick, devouring your thighs and tasting you. He could offer his mouth to you, his entire body, doing anything that could make you happy.Â
There were hearts and tears in his eyes, Kiyoomi knew that he needed to have you, to make you his, and have you as desperate as he was for you. It was crazy how badly he was dreaming of marking you, now, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your neck, and forcibly making you cum inside of him. Just imagining how he could drive you mad with only one bite, only a single bite and you were his forever, obsessed with his scent, hypnotized by his eyes and entranced by his body.Â
He was aware that a single bite could drive any human insane, making them mad and high on a surreal pleasure. And he couldnât help but dream of biting you countless times, cover neck and shoulders in his beautiful marks, making you bleed, tasting you without feeding.Â
He could see and feel it already, how you would fuck into him harder, unable to think of anyone else but him, destroy his body until he couldnât walk anymore. How you could make a mess out of him, and only he could bring you to an ecstasy you never felt before, become addicted to this link and sensations.Â
For the first time, Kiyoomi desired someone, wishing that you could be his and only his. As his mind was taken away, disappearing into a pit of need and want, determined to make a move as soon as he can, his body went limp.Â
You werenât in a better state on the side, his numerous releases made you almost pass out by the end of it, and as you try to slow down your breathing, needing to get ready to go to school, something in the back of your mind snaps.Â
You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you were in the same dream as before.Â
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Pairing: Jake Lockley x afab!reader (with mentions of Marc Spector x afab!reader & Steven Grant x afab!reader)
Word Count: 2.9k+
Summary: Your first date with Jake takes a bit of a steamy turn but ends in a rather soft moment ~based on this ask~
Warnings/Tags: 18+ alludes to & mentions of smut, lots of kissing, obvious mentions of DID, probably way too much use of nicknames, overconfident!jake but also lil shy!jake, virgin!jake, talks about consent, small touch of manhandling, and of course fluff
a/n: as always thank you to my bestest friend in the entire world @natashasvixen for always reading my stuff no matter how shit it is, love youđ also thank you so much to whoever sent this ask your message was so sweet and kind. I'm ngl this was going to be full on smut but it took a turn and I kinda just ran with it
âWhat?â A smile creeps onto your face as you look at him. Jake is lounging in the corner of the small couch. One of his arms is slung over the back of the couch, his fingers just grazing your back while the other leans on the arm of the couch. His head is propped against his fist and heâs staring at you, he has been all night. Thereâs the slightest smirk on his face, you find it so odd how a face you know so well can look so different.Â
The night had been unexpected, after meeting Jake only a handful of times the more self-assured alter had asked you out on a date. And now, the conversation Marc had brought up makes a little more sense. A couple of days ago your boyfriend asked how you felt your existing relationship fit around his other alters. Marc had been open and honest about Steven and Jake from the moment you met, youâd had countless conversations about his DID but this particular conversation had come out of nowhere. Like quite literally heâd randomly just asked about it while you were in the middle of watching something. You were obviously curious about the other alters and it was honestly taking some getting used to different people in the same body. Even though they were part of him and heâd told you about them, Marc was still a little reluctant to share you with Steven and Jake. Selfishly he wanted you all to himself because deep down he knew the pair well enough to know that they would fall for you as hard as he had.Â
But now, here you are cosied up in their apartment where Jake had prepared little snack boards and had even set up a little chocolate fondue that youâd both been picking at all night. Youâd been talking about an old childhood memory while quiet jazz music plays in the background and Jake just listened. He hadnât really said a lot, only really replying in one or two sentences but he listened to every word you spoke and he didnât care how much you talked and talked and talked.
Suddenly, he surges forward and your body jumps at the unexpected movement, his hand hovers next to your face for a second until you visibly relax. Your eyes lock with his again, and you keep looking at him even when he looks down at your lips. His fingers gently touch your jaw, his thumb slowly dragging across your bottom lip. Your lips involuntarily part at the contact, a shaky breath coming out as you do. You think he's going to kiss you, and your body automatically gravitates closer to him forgetting you havenât kissed Jake before. Learning boundaries with Steven and Jake was definitely taking some getting used to, especially since Marc had very few physical boundaries with you. Now, Jakeâs definitely smirking, his eyes glancing into yours and then back to your lips before he backs up again, all contact gone. You donât get a chance to protest or even pout at the loss.Â
âChocolate,â you dumbly watch as he pushes his thumb into his mouth, cleaning off the small drop of chocolate that was there. The conversation youâd previously been having lost as you just stare at his hands, solely thinking about his hands, you know those hands too well. Now, youâre wondering if Jakeâs touch would feel the same as Marcâs or if itâd be rougher, maybe softer, âare you okay hermosa?âÂ
âMmhm,â it comes out squeaky and you realise youâre literally squirming in your seat. Heâs looking at you like youâre prey and heâs been starved and now heâs ready to pounce.
âAre you uncomfortable hermosa?â His head tilts to the side, eyes surveying you as you continue to squirm unable to sit still. Itâs not that youâre uncomfortable, you just now canât stop thinking about certain situations involving Marcâs hands. âThis couch isnât very comfortable.â Jake cuts in before you can even reply to his question, shifting in his own seat, his legs spreading a bit wider and the godforsaken hand you canât stop thinking about now rubbing the top of his thigh. âYou are always welcome to sit here cariño.â
You freeze, looking at him with wide eyes unsure you heard him right but he glances down at his lap before looking at you again and you know you absolutely heard him right. Then your bodyâs moving before you can fully think it through, he grins up at you as you situate yourself in his lap. His hands glide up your thighs to hold your waist as you straddle him and now, youâre face to face with him youâre not sure what to do. The little burst of confidence youâd just had fizzles away as you look down at him, Jakeâs stare is so intense it scrambles your already fuzzy brain.Â
âEres tan hermosa, mi amor,â you giggle nervously when his fingers brush along your cheek down to your jaw. His eyes follow his hand as it moves and you canât look away from his face. Youâre somehow surprised but not surprised at all that Jakeâs won you over so easily, the man already has you like putty in his hands.Â
âI-I donât know what youâre saying,â he chuckles briefly, his eyes glued to his hand that lightly brushes your jaw. He is obsessed with the way your head moves so easily with his touch, the cogs in his brain turning with more ways he could use that to his advantage.
âIt doesnât matter,â Jake holds your chin in his hand now and you let out a shuddered breath when his eyes lock with yours again, âIâm going to kiss you, hermosa.â Youâre nodding your head the best you can and Jakeâs smile grows at the action. Slowly, he straightens his back, getting closer inch by inch. Your own hands finally start working again as they move up his chest to pull him closer by his shirt. Youâre getting impatient, needing to kiss him like you need to breathe and quite frankly Jake finds it amusing. Just as heâs close enough that you can feel his lips just barely brush yours, he stops. Jake freezes right where he is and his hold on your chin keeps you locked in place. You canât move forward no matter how much you try and so, you whine, unashamedly you whine because youâre so desperate to kiss him now, âtan impaciente.âÂ
Jake holds you there for a few seconds more, taking great satisfaction with how much you begin to squirm again. He finally shows you some mercy, sliding the hand holding your chin to your neck allowing you to move freely. You donât hesitate to push forward, finally pressing your lips to his. Your body instantly relaxes, sinking further into Jakeâs hold. The confidence radiates off of him as you kiss, one of his arms coming up to support your back while the other hand cradles your head. It all feels so familiar, at this point, you think your brainâs on autopilot. Your hands smooth over his now wrinkled shirt, one making its way up to the back of his neck attempting to exude some confidence or show some control by manipulating which way he moves now. Youâre able to wordlessly direct him and he listens, moving in sync with you. Your heart races in your chest but you find comfort in the fact under your fingers you can feel Jakeâs beating wildly too. You donât want it to end, right now all you want to do is kiss him until you canât breatheâand you canât. Youâve been kissing so long that youâre lacking oxygen and you have to unwillingly part from him to heave in air. Jake pushes forward to kiss you again and you have to smile. Despite the fact, both of you are panting after your little make-out session he is so desperate to keep you right where you are.Â
âHermosa,â Jake whines and the sound makes a flurry of emotions swirl in you. Your head tilts back a fraction in order for you to breathe but that doesnât stop Jake from eagerly placing kisses from your lips down to your neck.
âWhat does that one mean?â Your fingers slide into his hair and tug ever so gently in a silent request for him to come up for air too. You canât deny the way his lips feel against your skin is intoxicating, the closeness makes your entire body tingle.
âBeautiful,â his voice is rougher than before and he finally sits back, his eyes slowly drifting up your face as the hand still resting on your neck moves. His fingers lightly trace along your jaw again, âso beautiful.â
Now, you can fully see his face in the dim flat lighting you can make out the tint of red coating his cheeks and the tips of his ears. His slightly parted lips are swollen and rapidly he pushes out air. The man looks utterly devastating and heâs the one calling you beautiful. You can feel heat prickle your skin the more he looks at you, his eyes are studying you so intently. The overwhelming urge to kiss him again takes over and you push yourself toward him to try to close the gap againâtry being the fundamental word. He pulls back with a smirk before you can kiss him, for a second youâre confused sitting back and looking at him curiously. He doesnât move or say anything, he just sits there smirking so you try again. You push yourself up and just barely brush your lips against his before he pulls back again, an amused look still on his face.
âMarc,â you cry out in frustration before it registers in your brain. Suddenly, you drag yourself back when you realise your mistake but Jake only tilts his head slightly, one of his eyebrows raising. âIâm sor-â
âOh, cariño,â his hold on you tightens by the second. Itâs almost like a switch has flipped and you canât tell if itâs a good or bad thing yet, âI have ways to make you remember my name.â Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes going wide at the implications of what heâs just said. Jake closes in on you again, and your eyes fall closed as you feel his breath against your neck. His nose brushes along your jawline toward your ear, âis that something you want hermosa?â An uncontrollable whimper escapes you much to Jakeâs satisfaction, a deep chuckle sprouting from him at the sound. Jake hums questioningly, fishing for a direct answer.
âYes. Yes please, Jake-â You donât even get to finish your sentence. Jakeâs tight grip holds you close as he effortlessly stands, his lips back on yours even as you yelp out in surprise. Your legs instinctively clamp around his waist while your hands now grip his shoulders for some form of stability. Jakeâs kisses are frantic, the surprising change completely welcome as he moves you both through the flat. âJake. Jake,â you manage to breathily speak his name, as if to make up for your earlier mistake, trying to get his attention and he only hums as his mouth moves back to your neck. Your head involuntarily moves to allow him more access, your mind clouded by lust instead of rational thinking and at this point, you may just allow him to do just about anything to you. Rather abruptly and unceremoniously, Jake shoves books off of Stevenâs messily organised desk before he cruelly lets go of you making you gently thud onto the wooden surface.Â
âNow you remember?â You can do nothing but blink up at him as he looks smugly down at you, your silence only boosts his confidence. Although all he wants to do is move at a hundred miles an hour he forces himself to slow down, to establish consent and trust with you. Jake wants nothing more than to be trusted, to be loved and he knew he wanted those things from you and only you. He however simultaneously wanted to pull you apart until the neighbours knew his name too. Your hands slip from his neck down his chest, and his hands catch your wrists as they move, âcariño.âÂ
âTell me what that one means,â you lean in closer almost like youâre moving in to kiss him again and in response, he nudges his chin up just enough to brush your lips together.Â
âIt can mean more than one thing,â Jake kisses you once, âit can be sweetheart.â Another kiss to your lips, âdear,â and another, âhoney,â another, âlove.â His words mixed with the affection make you smile even as you try to pull your hands free but he holds firm. Jake pulls away just enough so he can look into your eyes again, âcariño-â
This time he says the pet name a little more seriously and that rational part of your brain enters the room again. The lusty haze clouding your judgement clears and you can see the faint look of doubt that washes over him.
âI havenât- Not with-â His gaze drops to your hands, watching as he lowers them to rest on your thighs. You curiously look at him as he stutters, youâre surprised to hear it as it seems like thatâs more of a Steven thing. âI want to be with you,â his eyes suddenly snap up to yours again, âI want to get on my knees and bury myself between your thighs.â Thereâs the self-assured Jake you know, âI want to bend you over that very uncomfortable couch and have you screaming my name.â You swallow thickly as he spills out the desperate fantasies that fill his head. His fingers delicately graze up your thighs until they reach your hips, holding on so you canât scoot any closer to the edge of the desk. âBut,â his eyes close for a second and when they open heâs looking down again, âI also want you to trust me.â You try to interject but he keeps going, âand I want to fully trust you.â Jake winces, expressing something so mundane he wants from another person feeling foreign to him.Â
He canât look at your face, heâd never admit it but heâs scared. Never has he gotten further than this with anyone, everyone always wants more, to push further than heâs willing to go and he wants that. Some primal part of him wants it more than anything but this softer side he likes to keep behind closed doors just wants someone to want him for more than sex.Â
âJake,â your voice is soft. Your hands gently move up his arms until you can hold his face between them, you repeat his name again and this time he slowly looks back up into your eyes. âItâs okay,â the corner of your lips twitch when you see his stoic look drop almost immediately, âwe can go as slowâŠor as fast as you want to.âÂ
Itâs like a weight is lifted off his shoulders, his arms slide around your back and he pulls you into an embrace. The move catches you off guard but youâre quick to hold him, your hands cradling the back of his head and neck wanting to savour the soft moment. You manage to turn your head enough to kiss the side of his head, your nose buried in his hair that smells like the hair gel Marc sometimes uses. Jake pulls away just enough to look at your face for a moment before he moves closer, nudging his nose against yours. Then heâs kissing you again, this time slower and softer it makes this speed feel even more intimate than before.Â
Jake rests his forehead against yours, your lips parting for only a moment, âcan we just do this for a minute hermosa?â Youâre nodding your head letting out a breathy laugh and angling up to kiss him again.Â
You both stay like that for much longer than a minute, fluctuating between short pecks and longer, slower kisses. He canât keep his hands still, they move so gently across your skin from your hips to your thighs, to your waist even moving up to hold your face at one point. They find their final purchase on your sides, fingers digging into the soft skin there. Jake only stops his pursuit to press a kiss to your cheek whispering quiet words to himself like a prayer.Â
âWhere did you get all your ideas from then?â Your own whispers interrupt him, a smile creeping on your face as he pulls away. That blush coating his cheeks has grown and he frankly looks adorable.Â
âI read.â Youâre taken aback by that response, and now youâre just wondering exactly what heâs been reading. Jake moves in to kiss your cheek again, making his way closer to your ear. âI also watch a lot of por-â
âOkay!â You giggle as his fingers brush against your sides. That was the kind of thing you were expecting him to say first. Jake smiles down at you, a proper goofy carefree smile and he looks so sweet like this. Itâs contagious, heâs got you grinning so much your eyes crinkle in the corners. A comfortable silence surrounds you, delicately your fingers comb through his hair. Youâre both just taking a moment to admire each other.Â
âYou know Steven isnât going to be happy about this,â you lean to the side and look down at the heap of books and papers scattered on the floor. Jake follows your gaze before you look back at each other and he just shrugs.Â
âWorth it,â one of his hands cups your cheek and he dips down to kiss you again. It was definitely worth it.Â
~part 2~
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Can I request Monkey King(2023)xFem stubborn reader?
So I was thinking a a make-out with some suggestive themes and maybe it leads to smut(the choice is really up to you if youâre feeling creative). Like lets say that Monkey King(Netflix) was being his usual self then something happens that causes him to like bump into Y/N or run into Y/N and corners her by accident. Then another thing happens and they end up kissing but MK doesnât know how to handle something like this considering his past and his track record so he sorta takes it alot further and something awakens in him? If that makes sense? Idk why but part of me is thinking heâs into biting too IM SO SORRY FOR THIS! It can be headcanons or a whole oneshot whatever works best for you or you can do both if it ends up inspiring you more. I would be happy any way reading what you create.âșïž
New Sensations (Monkey King (Netflix) x Fem! Stubborn! Reader)
(Anon, ngl, I need to the watch the movie again, but I did my best. Thank you very much for your support, and I hope your day is wonderful!)
Freedom was a wonderful things
Wukong thinks more people should try it in his honest opinion
Wukong understood mortality a lot more after his experiences with Lin and the rest of his friends, and he grew to want to understand humans more too
He learned a lot about humanity and their unique cultures and lives, he explored countless lands, returning home after discovering the small world around him
It was during his trip back that he bumped into you--literally
It was a simple mistake on your part, really, you tripped over yourself, trying to carry some heavy objects in your arms
Yet, here you were, being embraced by a rather short monkey man as your lips had briefly touched in both of your surprises
Monkey King was more shocked than you were, openly stammering and practically tossing your items back to you as he apologized over and over
You had to shut up him after a few second of watching the poor man try to explain what happened
Monkey King had never experienced a kiss before, especially not a surprise bump-into-someone's-lips kind of kiss
Yet the brief moment of electricity he felt, the way his heart raced as you two quickly pulled away--it was...new--something strange
He ended up treating you to a rather fancy restaurant, intent on learning more about you even if he did genuinely feel bad about the accident
You were feisty, Wukong noticed with a tingle of excitement
You denied his invitations to dinner rather stronger, and Wukong...just kept trying until you said yes
He was a pushy man, but Wukong was also prepared to go away the moment you told him to
In the end, he won his little game to your dismay
He also kept coming back to you, greeting you with his usual charm
You still held the kiss over his head if he got too bold which made him immediately lose any footing he had over you
Slowly, a small little game turned into a competition of two bull-headed individuals fighting over small things
Going out to eat? Buy groceries? Simply hanging out? Verbal fights were your go-to when it came to anything of the sort, seeing whose silver-tongue was sharper
Wukong was impressed to see that he met his equal in that regard and that attracted him further to you
When it came to Wukong realizing his feelings for you, that was the hard part
You two were at odds in every regard, and that included who made the biggest gesture of love
Where Wukong gave you gold and flowers, you gave him praise and compliments that had him ascending to the celestial realm
You got together without a single confession, but it worked
Romantically, Wukong's tongue became smoother, his charms being raised to max--he was still weak to being praised though, and while the accident no longer held any footing, a simple "good job" would have him reeling
To the outside world, you two were bitter frienemies, lashing out with sharp insults and witty banter
But, in the safety of your own privacy, sharp words became tender comfort and witty banter turned into playful arguments
You did learn that Wukong had a thing for biting throughout your relationship
If you won an argument easily, his counter argument was a nip on your shoulder or hand
If he won a game of wits, his prize would be him giving you a wonderful new mark to show who he claimed
He didn't like seeing you hurt, but having you decorated with his marks was pleasing to the eye
It seemed you--in your typical fashion--didn't give the satisfaction of showing how much secretly liked it as well, but Wukong is always ready to win his battles no matter what type
#sun wukong x reader#sun wukong#monkey king#monkey king x reader#sun wukong x y/n#monkey king netflix#x reader#x y/n#certified first monkey king netflix post#writing tag
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I forgot I already started drawing this and wrote out the whole scenario... uh oops?
I did a combination of the two prompts for day 6 (which I'm surprised I didn't do more ngl). So this one is Time Travel AND Protectiv rolled together. Enjoy the doodle and bonus(?) pentadrabble below the cut.
This is implied to be a hate crime and Vlad kind of gestures at the AIDS crisis if your sensitive to things like that.
This was bad, Danny was supposed to be keeping contact to a minimum and keeping an eye out for the ghost trying to undo his existence. Now he was following a college aged Vlad, who was trying his absolute hardest to ignore Danny. After a few blocks he reeled on Danny though, wincing and letting out an audible grunt of pain as he landed on his injured ankle.Â
Danny could see the damage to his face more clearly now as if glared up at him. Vlad's right cheek was swollen and already an ugly mottled purple. His lip was split but it had stopped bleeding already. âLook, man, I'm glad you helped me but you need to stop following me!âÂ
The idea made Danny tense and he rejected it down to his core. âNo way. That was like five guys. If they jump you again they could kill you. I'm not leaving until I see you get into your dorm.â
At least then he knew dad would be able to keep an eye on him. Probably help him with that nasty black eye. Danny pushed away the thought of doing that himself. Vlad probably wasn't even going to let dad help, honestly. Vlad was giving him a suspicious look, his other eye narrowing to match the one neatly swollen shut. âWait, how do you know I live in a dorm?â
Oh, fuck. Vlad looked ready to bolt. He needed a lie. Fast. He looked around and smiled sheepishly, âI guess I just assumed, you're the right age, you have a backpack⊠weâre heading toward the campus?âÂ
Vlad looked unconvinced. âOkay. I still don't need a bodyguard. I'm perfectly capable of getting back home myself.âÂ
âYou can barely walk.â Danny countered.Â
That seemed to make something snap in Vlad. He took an aggressive step forward then swore in pain and stumbled. Danny caught him easily. That just made Vlad more irate. He shoved at Danny hard, âWhy do you even care? You don't even know me!âÂ
It was true. At least from Vladâs perspective. It wasn't like Danny could tell him the truth. If Danny was honest with himself it was true in the âpresentâ too. It seemed like the older he got the more he realized he didn't know Vlad at all. Even worse was the fact that it hurt more every time it hit him. If only he could go on pretending he didn't know why.
Danny sighed and ran a hand through his hair. âLook, you're right. I don't know you but I think I want to.â
Vlad shifted uncomfortably. He looked ready to try running again and his cheeks were getting redder. Heâd started pulling his backpack between them like a shield. âI⊠I donât know what you heard those guys saying but Iâm NOT like that okay? Even if I was watching the news, I'm not going to sleep with some stranger!âÂ
âWait that isn't what I m-â It was too late Vlad had thrown his backpack and started running, despite his clearly sprained ankle.
Danny followed him out of sight after that.
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#pompous pep week 2024#pompous pep#sadcatart#sadcatwrites#this one is too long too but look... look.. just dont worry about it
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