#boxer aki is everything

[meownotgood]

i think we as a society don't acknowledge boxer!aki from ch. 46 enough

when he gets animated..... huuu...... uuuuu... godddddd I can't muster a single coherent thought like JUST LOOK AT HIM......

and the way aki fought this guy who looks way more buff than him but aki didn't even break a sweat!!! aki doesn't even look tired!!!!!! he's so lean and tall and pretty in that one panel like what if I just died fyfucikkkk

[d3vilcvntz]

hi if you're interested would you write anything for a clingy sub aki from chainsaw man? maybe ami woke them up from a nightmare or something or came home late and is craving them? thanks!

top male reader x sub aki csm

cw; somnophilia

you and aki have been together for almost a year now. everything were fine in the relationship except for the fact that both of you barely see each other anymore despite living together. both of you were busy working so the only time you see each other are early in the morning. your work always ended around 9pm and aki's work ended past midnight when you're already asleep. he won't admit it but he really miss you and your touch.

you were already asleep when he got home, slowly making his way to your shared bed so he won't wake you up. putting his hand on your face,moving your hair to the side so he can see your face better

"i miss you" he murmured, kissing you on your lips.

he really shouldn't be doing this but you did told him that it's okay to do this if he can't handle it on his own so, it should be fine right ? he won't do this if you don't agree to it in the first place.

slowly pulling your trousers down, revealing the bulge in your boxer. he can't wait for you to be inside him, it's all he's been thinking about all day while he was working ♡

"still asleep?" he whispered, looking at your face, eyes still shut, deep in sleep. you were always a heavy sleeper

pulling your boxer down to reveal your cock. he slowly stroked your cock and gave it a few licks on the tip

he stroke your cock faster as he started to prepare himself. inserting his own fingers in his hole, preparing to take your huge cock inside him <3 after what feels like hours for him, he finally got on top of you, slowly sinking down on your cock, hole already prepared to take you deep in him

putting his hand on his mouth to stop himself from making too much noises. he doesn't want you to see him being all pathetic like a slut !

desperately trying to get himself off, playing with his nipple, his other hand playing with his own cock while he rides you as you suddenly he grabbed his hip and thrusts deeper into him, finally awake from your deep sleep.

pushing him to lay on the bed as you press his legs close to his chest, ramming into his hole as he dig his nails into your back, probably will leave marks later on but who cares right ?

slamming your cock one last time as you came deep inside him as he came all over himself, painting his own face and chest with his cum.

"welcome back" you said to him as he smiled at you and drag you to lay down with him <3 you definitely can get used to this.

[cheolaholic]

ring of love; csc (06)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

chapter warnings: brief mentions of crimes (drugs, robbery, abduction), brief mentions of sex and hormones

a/n;; i have risen from the dead, everyone. I know it's been a while since I last updated (4 months 💀) But, please enjoy this chapter and hope that I do not disappear for another few more months until the next update lmao. Also posting this update while I'm on my lunchbreak lmao

You didn’t think that figuring out a place to meetup with Seungcheol would be difficult, but alas, it was. The places Seungcheol had initially suggested were either too far or the price range of their menus could amount to at least a month’s worth of your rent. Maybe it was the years of not seeing him that you had forgotten his parents had their own businesses, which obviously, means money is never an issue for Seungcheol.

After telling him you had to commute to some of the places or either needing to Uber or have Vernon pick you up, Seungcheol found a decently priced cafe near your place with a cosy looking interior design. Having finally settled down on a place to meetup, you now began to stress about an outfit.

You tore through your entire wardrobe before finally panic-calling Aki who agreed to help, on the condition that you tell her everything that will go down at the meetup. You agreed and after hours of outfit try-ons, you settled on a brown oversized sweater, a black pleated skirt, paired together with doc martens loafers.

“Are you sure this looks okay…?” your voice full of uncertainty as you stared at your reflection. Aki, who was on video call on your phone that’s propped up on your dresser, rolls her eyes at your question. “Babes, you’re literally so pretty right now that you could be someone’s gay or bi-awakening. Don’t worry, okay? I'm sure he’s equally nervous of finally seeing you again after what? Almost half a decade?”

“That's a dramatic way to say almost 5 years, but okay.”

“Just be your normal self, ___. Even if he’s changed appearance or physique wise, I'm sure he’s still the same ol’ Seungcheol from more than a decade ago. Well, at least for you, it’s more than a decade.”

“That is true… thanks for helping me out, Aki.”

“Anything for my bestie. Now, go and see your prince charming!”

“Can you and my parents stop calling him my prince charming?” you whined, only for Aki to shoo you through your phone.

“Tell me the deets afterwards! I want all the nitty-gritty - don’t you dare leave anything out!”

Seungcheol got to the cafe an hour earlier than the agreed meeting time. He tried to get some sleep but the adrenaline of being able to see you again kept him up. Sitting at the booth and occasionally glancing at the door, he would try to come up with things to talk about. Of course, he knew he had to explain why he dropped off the face of the earth for years without contacting you. But, he still needed to think of other ways to fix the rift between you both.

“Seungcheol…?”

When he hears his name being called, he lifts up his head and it was as if time had stopped. There you were, shyly standing in front of him as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. A few seconds after he realised he was staring, Seungcheol snapped back into reality. “Have a seat, __.” Ushering to the seat across him, flashing you that gummy smile that still sent your heart running for miles.

You did as told and after placing both your orders to the waitress who came over, Seungcheol nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “So… I didn’t know you were friends with Vernon…” he began, “Let alone a best friend since, y’know, Aki.”

“Yeah, I didn't really have a choice when he came up to me with that awful tie-dye during orientation. I was so glad when he got rid of it with how much my eyes were hurting.”

“That's Vernon for you,” he chuckles, “When he said he invited a friend, I was expecting maybe a classmate since Mingyu did the same with him.”

As you fidget, Seungcheol takes notice and leans his elbows on the table, reaching out a hand. “Hey, no need to be scared, okay? I know it’s been years and you’re most likely overthinking things right now, but I'm still me.”

“Where did you go…?” you asked in a shaky voice, “You just… ghosted me and later on, I found out you’ve been in Seoul for a while. Why… why didn’t you try to reach out?”

Withdrawing his hand and thrumming his fingers against the surface of the table, Seungcheol was silent for a moment before explaining himself. “That weekend when I headed to Seoul to check out Pledis, they had told my parents I qualified for one of their pre-u programmes. But, the slots in Korea were full, and if I did want to join the programme, I had to join their partnering unis abroad. They had Carat University in Japan and An Ode University in Melbourne.”

You quietly listened to Seungcheol as he continued.

While he wouldn’t mind waiting for an empty slot to be available in Pledis but, his parents had encouraged him to enrol into An Ode as they had an apartment in Melbourne. In the event he didn’t want to stay on his own, they’d be more than willing to pay for his dormitory. “They said the enrolment opportunities for pre-u programmes like these are rare… And, since I was given the opportunity, they encouraged me to take the chance.”

“… And you did…”

“I missed you like crazy, _. But, I couldn't get your calls or texts, not even reply nor call you back because I had to wait two weeks to be able to get a new phone and sim card. When I finally did get them, you had changed your number…”

Your face went red with embarrassment at the memory. A few days after your return from Jeju, your parents had brought you to go shop for a new phone and you’ve decided to change your number in the process. Since Seungcheol had dropped off the face of the earth at the time, you thought it wouldn’t matter anyway if you had changed your number since what were the chances of him calling you?

Turns out you were wrong.

“When I finished the programme, I stayed in Melbourne for a year and a half for their business course before transferring back to Korea to finish it in Pledis.”

“That was… that was at least two and a half years ago. Seungcheol, are you… are you telling me within those two years you never bothered to even look for me?”

“I did! I went back to Daegu to look for you, but your parents had told me you went to Pledis! I tried finding you all over the place, but for some reason you were never in my line of sight!”

“Wait, wait,” holding up your hand in disbelief to stop him from talking, “you went to see my parents? They never told me anything!”

“I begged them not to tell you!” he defended, “I wanted it to be a surprise! I wasn’t expecting our first meeting after years to be you witnessing me boxing!”

“How did you get into it in the first place though?” you asked, the waitress arriving with a tray of drinks and some cakes, “I heard you’ve been underground boxing for a year now.” Taking a sip from his drink, Seungcheol stared out the window, watching random cars and pedestrians pass by.

“I’ve been underground boxing for two years, actually, when I was back in Melbourne.” he answered. “A senior saw me during one of my Taekwondo matches during pre-u and invited me to try boxing. A few months later, he introduced me to this trainer who was looking to coach someone for a boxing match and everything just kinda fell into place.”

As a blanket of silence fell over the table, you muttered out a small “I missed you…”. Seungcheol gives you a smile, reaching out his hands to hold yours as he brings them to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles – an action that causes you to blush. “Well, I’m here now. I’ll make it up to you, alright?”

“I expect good food.”

And he replies with a sentence that has the butterflies you thought had died start fluttering again.

“Anything for you, pup.”

“...No…”

“Yes.”

“No… You’re lying…‘

“___, I swear on my life, I am not lying.”

“Ew, Cheol, that’s gross!” You whined, pushing at his shoulder with a disgusted expression, “I don’t need to hear about your sex life – much less a three way you had!”

Seungcheol laughs at your reaction, “Hey, if you think mine’s gross, you sure hear Mingyu’s. Who knew models were so… hormonal.”

“Lalala, I’m not listening!”

After your catch-up lunch at the cafe, you brought Seungcheol to the park near your apartment. The area enroute… was sketchy, to say the least, and that was putting it lightly. If you were to remove the sugarcoating, it looks as though you could get mugged or abducted if you lady luck was having a bad day and decided to take it out on you.

“No offence, pup –”

“Non taken.”

“But, at least three blocks of your housing area looks like they’re being used for drug operations. I know you can fight for yourself – I mean, I taught you how to defend yourself when we grew up together. But, have you ever thought about… y’know, moving to a safer area?” 

You had thought about moving out, but with the current rent prices being equivalent to a monthly mortgage payment, the dingy area is the best you got.

“I mean… It can’t be that bad, right…?”

“___, look at the place… I know you value your independence but, surely there are studios or apartments for rent that are safer and more… well lit, y’know?” Seungcheol notices how you began to pick at your nails, a habit he’s noticed when you both grew up and a sign that you were either anxious, nervous or both.

“Budget restraints?”

“Yeah… This is the best I got, Cheollie… Anywhere close to campus is expensive, and a decent apartment is… well… if I had a mortgage, I could pay that off, y’know…? I have a part-time job – I work as a barista at one of the cafes near campus. It pays decently, kind of higher than the usual amount part-timers get per hour but, let’s say I move out and rent an apartment near campus – I wouldn’t be left with much money after paying for rent and the utility bills…”

“Ever thought of getting roommates?”

“In case you’ve forgotten, Mr Choi, I am not a people’s person. Ask Hansol, it took me a year to actually open up to him, even after he’s been introducing me as his best friend for months.”

“Your parents should have property in Seoul, right? Why don’t you stay there instead?”

“Because I’m an only child, Seungcheol. My parents will pay the bills even if I was willing to fork up my own cash!”

Adding on the fact that you had no transport of your own, the dingy little apartment area really did seem like the best option for you – at least, for Seungcheol he was still… iffy (rightfully so, he wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you).

“Any public transport nearby?”

“There’s a bus stop that’s a 5 minute walk away from my place.”

“Okay…”

What you forgot to mention however, was the lack of reliable or functioning light source of said bus stop to your apartment’s lobby. But, surely, it wasn’t a detail worth mentioning to Seungcheol, you thought to yourself.

“Y’know, I thought your crush on Seungcheol would actually die down within those 5 years of no-contact.” Aki confessed as you typed on your laptop, phone propped up against one of your pen organisers. “I mean, it kind of did? But, instead of you being over over him, it’s more like… it’s more like your feelings weren't as obvious as back then.”

“Was it that obvious though?” you asked, turning your head to look at her as she shrugged her shoulders, “Not gonna lie, you’re pretty good at hiding it. I only noticed it after spending more time with you and noticing the subtle signs. If anyone was observant enough, they’d notice. But, to those that just look over the surface, not really.”

“...Do you think Cheol noticed…?”

“___, I might offend you and almost all the male species out there with this statement but, boys are dumb.” Aki moves her position from her desk to her bed, lying down on her stomach. “You both have been friends since you were kids so he should be picking up the signs. If he doesn’t then he’s either dumb or playing dumb.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you asked, “Do you think he knows I like him and he’s just playing me?”

“You and I both know Seungcheol isn’t like that,” Aki began, “Your well-being is a priority to him – you’re a priority to him. Maybe he’s never thought about it, y’know? You both grew up together, maybe the lines were blurred to him.”

“But… what if he is, and he’s just really good at hiding it?” you asked again, the anxiety and nervousness eating you up as you thought about Seungcheol taking advantage of your feelings.

“___, darling, you and I both know Seungcheol always puts his loved ones above him – he makes them a priority. And, he’s always put you first, even up to the point he dropped off the face of the earth!”

Aki could still see the uncertainty on your face, which by all means, you had every right to feel that way. After all, Seungcheol had gone no-contact for 5 years and a person can change a lot within those 5 years. Who’s to say he actually is just a bastard who would step on people’s heads just to get what he wants. “Why don’t you start spending more time with him? Like the good ol’ times!” Aki suggested.

“Rekindle the friendship, y’know? Sure, you both had a catch up session today, but you and I both know that isn’t enough. 5 years worth of catching up – and not to mention, I need to kick his ass.”

You let out a small laugh, “You’ll need to fly over to do that, Aki.”

“Hey, don’t tempt me, ___.” Aki playfully warns, narrowing her eyes at you and pointing a finger at the screen, “I have the money to do so, and I will.”

“God, Aki…”

"Hey, Seungcheol isn't the only one that would do anything for you and has the money to do so."

[0212] cheollie: hey, ik it's pretty late rn [0213] cheollie: but, i just wanted to text you this before i forget [0213] cheollie: thanks for agreeing to meet up with me today and hear me out about my whole disappearance and lost all contact [0213] cheollie: and i'm really, really, really glad that you still see me as that boy you grew up with all those years ago [0214] cheollie: and i really had a great time catching up with you today [0214] cheollie: and i'll always be here for you if you ever need me, ok?

Seungcheol stared at the text he's about to send out.

i'm always going to be right by your side no matter what

After silently debating with himself, he deleted the draft and set his phone on his nightstand, laying in his bed as he stared at the ceiling of his dark bedroom - contemplating as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

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[writers-reach]

If you do aged up chatacters (or in this case P4AU) is it alright to request some wedding hc's for Akihiko? For some context they were both in SEES or something like that (I haven't played the Arena games myself, so up to you).

Just wanna add, love the stuff you write so far! It's really good :3

persona 3: wedding headcanons (akihiko sanada)

notes: persona 3 spoilers, gn!reader (i tried my best but some of it might be leaning towards a more fem reader), post-p4au sees, fluff

he strikes me as the kinda guy to either overthink or underthink everything. no even amount of care put into the wedding.

like... he's either obsessing over the most useless of details or is just "yeah babe i'd be happy with whatever :) as long as you're there :)"

ofc regardless of what you two decide on doing, he's gonna pull his weight! he's no slacker.

definitely invites junpei, mitsuru, and ken as his groomsmates (mitsuru is his best woman, just b/c they spent so much time together. if it's in the timeline where shinji is alive, he'd take that place but point stands. senior squad fr)

speaking of, because of how important sees is to the two of you, all of them are groomsmates or men/maids of honour for the two of you, somewhat evenly split

koromaru and/or his puppies as the ring bearer i don't make the RULES!!!!!!!!

tries not to cry during his vows. didn't cry during the rehearsal. cries during the ceremony, fumbles over his words, tries to look manly but fails and embraces the tears.

during the kiss he'd definitely grasp your cheeks in the most tender kiss you've felt in your life. leans you back slightly and pulls away just enough to see your eyes brimming with happiness.

the ceremony is sweet and wonderful, but the reception is where your real aki shines

sheds the nervousness that comes with being the main event in front of dozens of people but still isn't a huge fan of parties

definitely loosens up once there's some alcohol involved but doesn't overindulge. he wants to remember this night :)

everyone in sees gets a turn at a speech, some doing them together!! (junpei and yukari put aside their slight differences and annoyances with one another to do a cute and funny speech). they all talk about how they knew you two were destined from the start, even if life was super rough.

even now, with akihiko as a boxer and shadow operative, he's still that same schoolboy who had trouble talking to his crush. it's adorable.

uhhhhhhh i've got a few loose joke headcanons too:

aigis catches the bouquet by doing a rocket-powered double jump. much to junpei's dismay (he wanted it :( )

mitsuru getting hammered at the reception

fuuka tries her best to hold it together at the ceremony but she's the first to start sobbing

yukari joking that akihiko FINALLY wears something normal (his suit) and not that ugly ass hoodie cape

a/n: sorry about the wait! hope you like it <3

[greattigerssimp]

Maybe childhood hc of the boxers (idk if this a weird req )??

It's not weird at all! Childhood hc's coming up + you can find more about their origins in my AU :>

Glass Joe 🇫🇷🥐

- Lived with his mom, dad, and his uncle, Gabriel (aka Gabby Jay). All his guardians all worked for very long hours (since living in Paris is pricey)

- His mom (Celine) and dad (Dion) were barely in his life because of it; Gabby was his primary caretaker

- Gabby was basically his best friend since he didn't have a lot as a child

- Has had asthma his whole life and was never ever good at sports or PE. (Bro does not smoke in this AU lmao)

- He's actually very smart! Loved writing and math, and is one of the few boxers that was able to go to college

- Some of his best childhood memories are with Gabby, whether it be going to see a play with him, or learning how to bake with him... they were insanely close.

- Went through a small emo phase when he was 13. He's still very embarrassed about it to this day.

Von Kaiser🇩🇪🔩

- Grew up in two different homes... for least part, he grew up with his ultra caring, ultra sweet single mom (named Emilia)... or for the most part, he grew up with his ultra strict, bigoted, and cruel grandparents (Agnes and Leopold)

- His grandparents are where his adulthood trauma stems from. They were horrible... as early as 6 years old, Kaiser was forced to cook, clean, have his bed made at 5 in the morning before school... that sorta thing.

- They punished hard, too. Name any outdated or cruel punishment towards a child, and they've probably done it. Screaming at him, breaking toys, locking him in the attic... and, of course, physical violence. Belt or hand, take your pick.

- Kaiser actually has a small premenant burn on his bottom left hip. It was when Agnes burned him with a hot pan as a kid... if anyone asks about it, he'll lie and quickly tell you it's a birthmark.

- Growing up with them, especially with his grandfather, he was taught to always bottle his feelings. This led him to being very social distant, both in school and when he eventually enrolled in technician school.

- His mom was pretty cool, though. She was an engineer (later an amputee, long after Kaiser moved out of Germany) and did her best to provide for her and her son. Because she had no other relatives and she didn't want Kaiser staying home alone every day (her job is very time demanding), she had to send him to live with his grandparents often.

- If his grandparents were alive today, they'd def be tweaking tf about Kaiser getting with not only a man but a French man.

Disco Kid 🇺🇲🕺

- Omg a childhood that isn't completely sad???

- Lived a comfortable, upper middle class with his mom (Zuri), his radio host dad (Kenneth), and his little sister, April.

- Naturally a very active child! He's been in and out of multiple sports, but dancing was by far his favorite.

- Also very close to his mom and adopted her love for disco and the 80s in general. They boxercise regularly together, and sometimes April will join them

- Certified prom king expert! The dude has completely owned every single school dance he's been to. This made him a popular kid with plenty of friends growing up.

King Hippo 🏝🦛

- Not much to say! Hippo was born an adult. He was a full-blown adult hippo before getting mutated into a human-hippo being. (See my AU for details)

- Has very few memories of his time on Hippo island... he just knows he was the leader of them, though.

Piston Hondo: 🇯🇵🥊

- Lived with his mom (Michi), his dad (Ryu), and his twin sisters, Aki and Aiko.

- Always busy. If he's not at school, he's most likely working at the family restaurant, called "Heart of the Hondo's, as a cook.

- Parents were strict but not outwardly abusive. They raised him right! Taught him responsibility, respect, discipline... everything that he is today.

- Aki and Aiko are little Aran Ryan level menace's... Hondo had to take care of them and make sure they never got into any trouble most days.

- Childhood friends with Heike Kagero ever since grade school.

- Very quiet, non-social kid, and mainly hung out with Heike. If he's not working or at school, he'd spend his time watching anime (mainly Sailor Moon) or reading manga. His sisters loooved teasing him about his love for Sailor Moon...

Overall, pretty good childhood! He has a lot of nostalgia for his childhood, too.

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦🐻

- Didn't have a very great relationship with his folks... at least not until his teen years, that is.

- His father (Caleb) was a big name hunter, and his mother (Elanor) specialized in taxidermy.

- They lived in a rural community in Salmon Arm, Canada.

- They weren't really mean or horrible people, but they didn't know Bear didn't agree with their actions... mainly because Bear never confronted them. At all.

- Got very rebellious as a teen and ran away from his folks one night with his squirrel, Spruce. To this day, his parents seriously think he got kidnapped or something, and nowadays, they actually have no idea Bear is a boxer now.

- Spent his whole childhood with Spruce and other animals. Ever since he was 4 years old, animals just had a natural gravitation towards him.

- Never saw his grieving parents again.

Great Tiger 🇮🇳🐯

- Legit doesn't remember his childhood well.

- He imagines it was pretty mundane and routinely.

- Thinks he had a childhood pet...? He could be wrong, though.

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸🥀

- Lived in a middle class home with his mom (Lucia) and his dad (Juan)

- His mom was VERY dotting and protective... girl would throw a shoe at you if you accidentally looked at her son the wrong way. She bragged about him a lot too. Girl definitely wore the pants in her relationship.

- Ofc, even if Don's mother was clingy and protective of her "sweet baby angel" son, it didn't stop a certain blonde tourists parents from convincing her to let Don leave Spain...

- In terms of childhood, Don was a very popular kid for how social he was. He wasn't a particularly behaved student though.

- Definitely became a jock in his team years, sporting a large male friend group.

- Loved by his community, especially after his dad introduced him to the matador business at a young age.

- Smaller hc here, but was definitely on a swim team. Idk, I feel like that'd be a thing.

- Even smaller hc; Lucia is actually Latina (from Columbia), and his dad is a native Spaniard. This makes Don mixed race, technically :3

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪😈

- Lived in the outskirts of Dublin with his father (Oscar), his 6 younger siblings, including the one was closest to the most, a year younger sister named Brooke.

- Grew up on a small sheep farm, with lots of responsibilities, similar to Hondo. He looked after his siblings, his siblings did farm work, and his father fed them that night. That's how it worked.

- Was homeschooled

- Fought with Brooke a lot, except he was always the instigator. Brooke was a sharp contrast to his personality, being an intellectual and a stickler for rules and safety.

- On again off again relationship with his dad. Some days and nights were awesome, but some nights and days were awful...

- His dad was a hard punisher, and he wasn't afraid to spank or use the belt. He also definitely played favorites with all of the siblings.

- Rowdy sibling, and got into trouble the most. Either that or his dad couldn't handle his adhd.

- Runs away during hard fights, either to a local pub or into a sheep pen

- Had this small childhood toy, a stuffed lamb he named "lucky," that he sleeps with every night... and to this day!

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺🍾

- Grew up in a small, low-income community with his mom (Petra), his hard working dad (Grigory), and his short older sister named Svetlana.

- Absolutely adored child. Basically friends with all his neighbors, and was known as this gentle, soft-spoken giant.

- Naturally very tall kid

- Him and Svetlana were nearly always on the same wavelength, it was almost scary at times. They were basically besties

- Worked as a box carrier alongside school

- Parents are humoursly short compared to him. Funnier because they're very sweet and supportive of him, but not to an overbearing extent

Bald Bull 🇹🇷🐂

- Social shut in + anger issues

- His autism made it hard to understand other kids, so he didn't have a lot of friends

- Can't remember his parents well

- Nothing too notable here

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸🌊

- Very rich actors' parents (Sophia and Lucas) that weren't really parents. They were more like acting agents for young Macho Man.

- Didn't do well at school, and was often taken out so he could focus on his inevitable acting career

- Looks SO different from how he did as a kid... as a kid, he was a tiny blonde boy with a cute smile and rosey dimples. A far cry from how Macho Man looks now...

- Loved the beach, but his parents never brought him there much. He'd sneak off with friends often to be at the beach. Loved swimming, surfing and the ocean.

- His parents dropped all contact with him once reports of him being a spoiled, terrible actor to work with made public. They didn't wanna take credit for the kid they raised lol

- Loved action movies as a kid, had a ton of merchandise

Mr. Sandman 🟢🥊

- First of all, dude will never spill the beans about his childhood if you ask.

- Had absolutely incredible parents that he loved a lot. He lived with his kindhearted, if shy mother (Destiny) and his strong, wise father (Miles).

- Loved boxing ever since he was a boy... his childhood room was adorable, adorned with posters, action figures, and even trading cards.

- Strong, sporty kid who participated in multiple little leagues. He laughed and smiled way more during fights as a kid...

- Moved to NY when he was a teen to get recognized... Mr. Dream picked him up for training and stardom.

- Saw his parents less and less the more he worked with Mr. Dream... but Mr. Dream needed full control over him for true greatness.

- His childhood officially ended when his parents never came home from work one day because Mr. Dream had them murdered...

If anyone wants childhood hc for any particular boxer not mentioned, please comment them!~

[proxythe]

the way you draw aki and talk about his body and attitude towards it has brought me so much joy esp as a man who doesn’t want to bind. it is just so neato to see him the way I do in my head, your art means So much to me. idk. hope that wasn’t too corny

this was not corny at all trust me 🫶

i’m really really glad my art can mean so much to you because asks like this mean just as much to me seriously. i will always draw him this way ofc but i always really appreciate knowing that others can relate to it & im not alone in this 😭

i started doing it as a self indulgent thing completely aside from the fact that it makes a lot of sense to me in general, but im really glad its helped me find so many people who enjoy it and can relate … i see this particular hc written more than drawn so i hope more people who enjoy it & draw will share theirs someday as well 🤞

anyways. im sure everyone who’s seen my account for even 1 second knows i constantly say this but im saying it again idgaf: i love when people tell me they feel exactly like i do, love how i draw him, etc bc occasionally i do get disheartened drawing it. i (personally) feel its so rare to see tguys represented this way with a chest and Not wanting to cover it or get rid of it… especially a guy like aki who’s all tough and a boxer and everything. & i feel like some people are kinda weird about tguy chests that arent super small or completely flat (commenting on the size is weird can ppl please stop doing it) 😭 so it definitely always makes my day when ppl come to me and tell me this stuff ill never get tired of saying that…

ANYWAYS i went on and on sorry but i feel like just a “thank you” wouldnt suffice… my akihiko will never change his body…

[remy2fang]

Reasons for F.A.N.G to return as Playable Character for Street Fighter 6

A lot of popular characters didn’t make it into the Street Fighter 6 launch roster and Season 1 DLC. There were some hopes to see them as NPC in World Tour, especially that we have locations and images that hint at their existence like Abigail, Dan, Cody, Gill, Hakan, and many others…but that didn’t happen. They’re either mentioned in dialogue or through illustrations. When the A.K.I. dlc dropped, F.A.N.G became the first previous playable Street Fighter character to become a World Tour NPC. And so far he is the only one. I’m not sure why characters like Abigail and Dan didn’t become NPC when they have business locations in Metro City. Perhaps they might be future dlc? Who knows. But it made sense for FANG to appear in SF6. There’s the Toxicity 3-Parter story for F.A.N.G that was released back in 2018 and was supposed to take place after the events of SFV. It gave us a glimpse of what’s in store for what’s going to happen in Street Fighter 6 (and not just introducing AKI as a new character). It would be underwhelming to see him being only mentioned through dialogue or through pictures when he actually has plans of his own. The best way to learn about his motives is to talk to the man himself in World Tour.

But F.A.N.G being a World Tour NPC might probably confirmed him as a non-playable character. Perhaps, but not necessarily. We’re only in Season 1 and Capcom has pulled a lot of unexpected surprises for us in the past. We’ll first go over the reasons why FANG won’t be playable, and then to why he “could” be playable.

NOT PLAYABLE

- A.K.I. is in the game. Sure, she’s not charge and has cool animations, but her moves are essentially variants of FANG’s moves. Gameplay is also considered an uphill battle against other characters in-game, so essentially she’s literally the FANG of SF6. Also, so much of F.A.N.G’s personality is already in A.K.I. as if she loved him so much that she absorbed almost everything about him. Sure she has some character differences that sets her apart from FANG, but she still has so much of him that she basically can replace him for it.

- Not popular enough. We all know this. Not only that he’s the least played character for almost the entirety of SFV lifespan, but people don’t like him because he looks and acts goofy (and not necessarily because he murdered a good person in cold blood…weird lol).

- Already an NPC that’s built from the Avatar creator.

- The Avatar already knows him, so we can’t have an intro for him like with Roster characters that have their names introduced.

- Already has a set location where you can find him, which is under the Haggar Stadium at Urban Park in Metro City.

- He refuses to let you handle poison when you ask for some. Meaning he ain’t gonna teach you his technique and he’s not going to be your Master lol.

PLAYABLE??

Regardless of what was said above, there is still a possibility that F.A.N.G might be playable:

- Plays differently from A.K.I. Yes, even though AKI has variants of FANG’s moves, they’re not quite exact. It’s like comparing Ryu with Sakura. They’re similar, but not really. And depending on how you look at it, you might think that AKI plays wildly different from her master. Especially that she’s not charge and her moves and normals have different properties from FANG. Not to mention, AKI even admits that her Heel Strike is not as good as FANG’s Senpukuga (Coward Crouch kick). Because of that, F.A.N.G might have a chance to be in the same game with AKI because their moveset properties are different enough. Definitely more different than any shotos at least lol. Sonic Boom characters like Guile and Nash were in the same game. Psycho Powered characters like M. Bison, Ed, and Falke were in the same game. Balrog (boxer) and Dudley were in the same game. Rose and Menat were in the same game. Why can’t AKI and FANG be in the same game?

- Just because a character is not popular it doesn’t mean they’ll never come back. There was a 2018 character popularity poll that Capcom Japan put out and the most popular characters were Sakura and Makoto (https://game.capcom.com/cfn/sfv/vote). Ed was ranked at 79th place, BELOW F.A.N.G. Guess what? Sakura and Makoto didn’t make it in for Season 1 dlc (but they might in later seasons). Who made it in? Ed! That’s right, the devs chose Ed to have a palpable appearance before some of the most popular characters. And I would dare say that they did the same thing for FANG. He’s just an NPC, but he too had a physical appearance before a lot of popular characters did. Popularity isn’t everything. It’s all up to Capcom on what they want to do.

- I remember I posted a tweet that if a previously playable Street Fighter character is going to be an NPC, they’re probably not gonna be playable in the game. Other users have put in their 2 cents that characters like Alex, Kolin, and Gill were background and story NPC’s in SFV, yet they became playable. Hopefully that’ll be the case for SF6. I see quite a number of people want characters like Li-Fen and Thrasher Damnd (who was also built from the Avatar creator) to be dlc playable.

- Curiously enough, we’re not able to fight FANG (yet). Would it be too much to bring his battle animations from SFV to SF6? A lot of his animations were taken from SFV when you talk to him. Why can’t they do the same for his battle animations? Are they saving that for later, or what? Also, they could’ve had him fight like AKI because he’s the one who taught her the snake style kung fu himself. But no, he’s not a fightable NPC. Maybe this might be a trend for the next previous playable SF characters when they become NPC; being there without being able to fight. But maybe they’re saving FANG’s NPC fighting style for later, or this could be a sign that he might be playable later on??

- F.A.N.G was not introduced as F.A.N.G, but as Fang Fei. We only know him as Fang Fei in World Tour. There were no mentioning of the name “F.A.N.G” from neither himself nor from A.K.I. If FANG were to become playable, they would surely give him a proper introductory cutscene that reveals his name. Also fun bit, Fumettosa mentions that the word “Fei” can be translated as “No,” which means FANG’s alias could be interpreted as “Not Fang” as he’s going incognito when he’s selling drugs as an NPC.

- How would they handle NPC Fang Fei? Either they update his model or just leave it the way it is. I can imagine F.A.N.G appearing as his true evil self at night or perhaps in another location like Nayshall or elsewhere.

- Fang Fei refuses to let you handle poison, but F.A.N.G might teach you a thing or two. Maybe if you do some sort of preliminary mission, FANG might think you’re worthy enough to learn from him.

- Has a cool new design. When he’s first revealed in SF6, the vast majority of reactions were positive. Many of which thought he’d be worthy enough to come back as a playable character in the current series installment. For me, I always loved FANG’s design since SFV, but if it takes a redesign for people to be excited for him, then I welcome it.

- He still has a motive. We all know from both Toxicity and AKI’s story that FANG wanted to revive Shadaloo and to find* M. Bison. That shouldn’t end at the AKI dlc. I’d like to see how this would play out. AKI’s story is to fulfill her master’s orders, spook JP away from reviving Shadaloo and have her Master handle the revival himself, and ultimately receive the praise that she deserves. FANG’s story has yet to unfold. People in the past thought AKI would take over FANG’s job to revive Bison and Shadaloo, when that’s not the case because she never said Bison’s name in any of her dialogue. FANG is the one who desperately wanted to revive Shadaloo. But will he be able to do it? That’s a future dlc story to tell. (Edit 6/4/2024 = Bison has already been resurrected. F.A.N.G is interested in finding him)

- (1/16/2024) Three more reasons HERE.

I actually have one more reason, but that’s going to be for another post (right here, if you want to know). But yes, these are my thoughts. Would I want F.A.N.G to be playable? Absolutely! But at the same time I know it’s just wishful thinking. Only time would tell. But then again maybe FANG is more fitting as a World Tour NPC than as a playable roster character? Most roster character plot involvement is quite minimal compared to the NPCs in World Tour (Li-Fen, Thrasher Damnd, Bosch had bigger roles in the story progression than any of the playable characters). Maybe in turn of him being unplayable, we might see FANG push the SF6 plot further, that means we get to see more of him. Plus, if he becomes a fightable NPC, it’ll probably give the devs more freedom to go ham on his AI moveset and make him “overpowered” as how it was supposed to be described as in his Toxicity story and to some extent on how AKI described him lol. But for now, I’m just happy to see FANG again in a physical appearance in-game rather just illustrations. And Capcom hasn’t “ruined” him yet from my perspective lol. I think the devs did a great job in handling his character so far 💜💜

[oh-surprise-its-me]

This is absolutely inspired by this post @aki-draws-things tagged me in

A bit of crack, but in all reality very realistic for the idiots.

When Ron came late to pick up Chris he didn’t think much of it. Tom is curled in the passenger seat asleep, Ron will wake him up to see Chris though.

Ron looks out the window to see most of the firefighters outside. Odd but not unusual. He watches and they start spinning around with balls.

Ron smiles to himself. There’s a joke in there somewhere that would make Tom sigh.

He watches as Chris and David complete what looks like an extremely complicated little dance.

They’re suddenly slammed with the rest of the exercise balls Ron can’t help the laugh he lets out. Tom jerks awake. “What the fuck are they doing.”

Ron can’t do anything besides shrug. “No clue but it’s kinda hot.”

Tom stares at him. He thinks maybe he’s loosing it or still dreaming. “I mean you’re not wrong Lucas would love this.” Ron squeezes his leg. “Take a video the recorder is in my bag.”

Ron watches as David spins Chris around. Oh they’re definitely tipsy. Makes sense since they’ve been off call for about three hours. Work ran over, the navy never cares about time schedules when it’s not theirs. David must’ve stayed with Chris. Lucas would’ve gotten them both and taken them home but he must’ve been told to stay and sleep.

Ron quickly reroutes his plan to drop David off.

“Come on let’s get our man.”

Ron smiles over at Tom. Tom who is slightly rumpled in the seat. Tom who’s looking more like Tommy tonight. His hair is flopped over his eyes. Ron can’t help but gently tug a strand before sliding out of the car.

They make their way across the street. No cars to hit them at this time. David gently spins Chris around to see them.

They get a gasp in response, oh their baby is more then tipsy. Tom opens his arms and catches Chris.

“Hello darlings I missed you oh my god I love y’all.” David let’s out a laugh. Tom grins down at Chris. “Hey honey.” Chris practically swoons. Ron laughs. He tosses an arm around David’s shoulders. “Hey man how much strawberry tequila did you two drink?”

David smiles, he waves at the guys sitting around watching them. “We split a bottle with Ryan and Joanna. It was Joanie’s birthday. She wanted everything strawberry.”

“Lord okay you two can drink all of that shit alone it’s nasty.” Chris pokes a finger into Tom’s chest. “Says you baby, that vodka you drink is vile.”

Tom presses a kiss onto Chris’s head “you like it when it’s on my tongue.” Chris smacks a hand over Tom’s mouth “hey! They don’t need to know that!”

David laughs again. He slides into the back seat next to the two of them. “Y’all I already know this shit. I know too much about y’all’s sex life.”

Ron snaps his fingers at David. “Don’t start. I know things about you and Lucas too.” David blushes. “Right never mind. Forget everything.” Chris laughs. “Yeah pretty boy shut it.” “Doll don’t start.”

Ron and Tom make eye contact in the mirror. Tom shakes his head with a smile.

—

Tom takes a shot of vodka when they get back to the house. Chris licks it out of his mouth.

Ron watches as he sips on a spiked cider.

Chris’s hands start going lower. Tom ends up grabbing the bottle. He takes a swig. When he sets the bottle down he looks more relaxed. Ron might not drink but he does enjoy the way his boyfriends get.

Ron watches as they start to slide clothing off each other. Ron can tell it’s not going to go anywhere, they’re too tired, too drunk.

He gently pulls them into the bedroom. They’re both down to just boxers. “Ah no leave those on.”

Chris whines. “But-” “Baby please?”

Ron kisses both of them. “No! We can have all the morning sex you two want but go to bed.”

Tom sighs. He pulls Chris closer. Ron ends up on the other side. Chris pulls Ron close enough that he’s basically laying on top of the two of them. He’s barely touching the bed. “Love y’all.”

Tom smiles. “Love you too. You too Ronnie.”

Ron laughs gently. “Love you both you babies.”

[idkwhatthisisfuck]

pretty

gif cd: nicostiel

cw: f. reader, angry sex, rough sex, sir kink, degradation, spitting, creampie, mdni

note: english is not my first language

•

“Did I or did I not tell you to not call him? Answer me, you fucking whore. You’ve got so much to say before,” Aki snarls into your ear, teeth pulling the lobe roughly and sucking on it.

“Y-you did, sir,” you whimper, grabbing his collar in fear of what he’ll do to you. Aki swats your hand away, “You think you have the right to touch me after what you did?” He grabs your chin and makes you face him.

“Look me in the eyes and fucking answer my question.”

You try your best to swallow your sobs. Gulping thickly, you croak out, “No, Aki.”

Aki growls out loud and pulls a handful of hair to tilt your head back and spits on your face.

“Aki? Am I your fucking friend?”

At that, he starts tearing all your clothes. In no time his erection springs out from his tight boxers and shoves it right into your gaping mouth. Not only tears but also your pussy fluids are streaming down out onto the rug. Normally, Aki is gentle and passionate when it comes to sex but at times like this he acts out of character and you find yourself enjoying the way he takes control of everything.

His thick sloppy cock smoothly sliding in and out of your warm mouth. Aki groans and hangs his head back when he sees the way tears are gathering at the ends of your eyes.

You lost track of time, and how many times he’s come with the way he is flipping, tossing and turning your body the way he likes, taking you in every way he likes and you deserve to get fucked.

Aki pounds his stiff cock into your silky tight tunnel with so much that your head bumps against the headboard. When he decides it’s not enough, he leans up a bit and grabs a hold of the headboard, placing a pillow under your bum for him to angle his dick better. The new position allows him to directly smash his swollen tip against your opening and he gladly takes advantage of it.

He takes in your pleasure-contorted features and flutters his eyes close— engraving every expression, sound and touch in his brain. There is a sheen of sweat across his toned chest, lying there like another skin. You are writhing, mewling, whimpering and grabbing onto whatever you can reach because the feelings are too much for you to handle.

“Baby, baby, baby… I’m coming,” he announces. He pumps his cock three more times in your cunt until he’s thoroughly milked out.

“Oh… fuck, look at that. You sucked me in so well.”

You shudder at how sensitive you are when Aki’s naughty fingers brush over your puffy folds stuffing his gooey cum back in. Like a dog having marked its territory, Aki’s lips pull at a corner. Lowly whistling under his breath, eyes never leaving your creamed pussy, “You look fucking pretty like this, Princess. Wanna give me another round?”

[simpinghour]

Tobacco Sunburst (18+) Chapter 2

Pairing: Aki x f. reader  A/N: I refuse to think back to the horror of 1997 and the ill-equipped lack of technology therefore this fic WILL be using some current tech. Sorry not sorry. Also how many of us are obsessed with this gorgeous man? Because honestly.

Synopsis: A random encounter is the start of a friendship that turns to something more.

Word count: 9,307 (so damn smut heavy with plot I hadnt intended on in the beginning yet here we are)

Chapter: 2/?

Content: fluff, mentions of smoking, (legal) alcohol use, first times, f! loss of virginity, oral sex, penetrative sex, and shenanigans in general, hint of spoiler, mentions of blood

Link to my Ao3

A dull, throbbing pain in your arm makes you wake up. You realize that arm is tucked beneath you while the other is slung across Aki’s middle, and you’ve been using his shoulder as a pillow.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbles sleepily when you sit up.

“My arm hurts,” you explain while looking at the window. It’s still dark. “How long was I asleep for?”

“Not long; maybe like an hour or so.”

“And I left you hanging. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. There’s more I wanted to do.”

“So do it.”

“Okay, but let me take off your shirt first.”

He sits up just enough for you to tug off the sleep-warmed shirt and you set it behind you. It’s dark and you can’t see everything clearly but being this close to Aki while he’s half undressed feels incredibly intimate, especially after you move in to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. His skin feels as soft as his lips and you’re easily distracted by the feel of his muscled back beneath your fingertips.

Soon you nudge him to lie back down and straddle his waist. It seems that Aki likes being intimately touched just as much as you do. He’s quiet as you stroke his face and kiss the prominent knot of his Adam’s apple, just like he’d done to you, but you can hear him inhaling sharply when your tongue licks a tiny stripe over his pulse. There’s a slight hitch in his breathing as you kiss your way down the firm contours of his chest and abs. You don’t need to look far to notice the obvious bulge in his sweatpants; besides it being very close to your face, it’s hard to ignore that very much prominent part of his body.

“Can I?” you ask, hands positioned at his waistband.

“Yeah,” he replies, lifting his slim hips and allowing you to tug his sweatpants and boxers down his legs.

It turns out you were sort of right; beyond a dark thatch of groomed hair shows that Aki is well endowed in the cock department, but it’s actually thicker than you realized. Likely too thick for you to get your hand completely around, veiny and slightly curved upwards.

As much as you want to grab it, you need to work up the nerve to do so and you try to emulate the way Aki massaged your thighs. Almost immediately he relaxes beneath your touch and when you look up, you see that his eyes are closed. He inhales softly when you finally take hold of his cock and just like you suspected, your fingers don’t touch.  

The idea of taking something so big is daunting to say the least. Add to the fact that you’ve never given head before but common sense tells you to get your mouth as wet as possible. It seems like your theory is correct because the moment you enclose your lips around his pale, slightly leaking tip, Aki swears and involuntarily thrusts forward. His precum is slightly salty but not unpleasant, and you lick it away before going lower. The deeper you go the wetter everything gets, and it soon reduces Aki to a writhing, moaning state. Sometimes he accidentally thrusts too far into your throat and you do your best to not gag, but soon you both find a rhythm that works.

Letting Aki fuck your mouth is probably one of the hottest experiences you’ve ever had, and you find yourself not caring when your cheeks, chin and lips are completely soaked with saliva. You don��t realize that you’re rocking your naked hips into the mattress, eager to garner friction against your clit. Things get so heated that your scarf falls off at some point, and Aki reaches toward your head but pauses.

“Is it okay?” he asks.

“Yes, just don’t pull too hard. My hair isn’t like yours.”

His fingers are surprisingly gentle as they slide into your hair and settle against your scalp. He gives it a light massage and his touch feels so good that you almost forget about your task at hand, but his cock twitching between your lips is enough of a reminder. Aki is finding it hard to remain still and soon warns in a rough voice that he’s about to come. You keep going, wanting him to fully lose control the way he made you do. His moans have you aroused all over again, and you keep sucking as he jerkily thrusts into your mouth while shooting his release onto your tongue. It doesn’t taste horrible but you swallow what you can while the rest spills down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he wheezes once he’s able to catch his breath. “That was too fucking good. Just give me a minute to catch my breath and clean up and I’ll get you some water, unless you want something else.”

“Water is fine.”

Your eyes are treated to the sight of Aki’s naked form when he gets out of bed and clicks on your floor lamp to find his underwear. When he leaves your room, you’re struck over the fact that him standing in your little kitchen barely dressed is incredibly intimate, but it’s an idea you could get used to. More scenarios are running through your mind when he returns, and you pause them to take the glass and drain it in a few gulps. When you lean across Aki to put the empty glass on your bedside table, the position leaves your crotch pressed against his thigh.

“Oh shit, you’re drenched,” he murmurs, steadying a hand against your hip and bringing the other between your legs.

“Which is entirely your fault,” you bite out, flailing a bit when his fingertip glides across your stiffened clit. “I had no idea I would get turned on from giving you head.”

Aki brings you closer by slipping an around your waist. You have the idea that he’s staring at your face, eager to see your reaction as he titillates that sensitive nub but you’re too aroused to directly focus.

His touch manages to bring your own method of masturbation to shame; the little circles drawn around your clit have you clenching and rocking against Aki’s hand. There’s no warning as he quickly brings you to the brink of going over again while you struggle to remain kneeling upright with both arms thrown around his neck for support. He continues rubbing throughout your orgasm, easing up his touch as you slowly come down. You’re still dazed from coming so hard and slump against Aki when his hand shifts. What feels like his ring and middle finger are teasing your entrance and you push back against his hand, letting him know you want more. But there’s a tight burn when he gets his fingers halfway inside and it makes you jerk away from his hand.

“Sorry, does that hurt?”

“Yeah. Can you just use one for now?”

“Sure.”

His middle finger inside you while the heel of his palm presses into and massages your swollen clit is enough to leave you delirious. Aki twists his wrist while thrusting into the heat of your body, marveling at your tight wet walls clamped down on his digit. It’s enough to easily send you over the edge, and your scream gets lost in Aki’s open-mouth kiss. Once your cries taper off into whimpers, you tell him to try two fingers again. The resistance is still there and he doesn’t move his hand while allowing you to set the pace. Eventually there’s a pleasant fullness beneath the slight burn and it’s almost enough to make you want to grab his hand and shove until his fingers are knuckle deep in your pussy. Yet Aki’s fingers are too damn thick for that, and your focus is shot to hell anyway when he curls them into your g-spot. A low whine escapes your lips as Aki starts the process of bringing you to the edge all over again. Moments later you come so hard that Aki’s wrist and forearm are dripping with your juices and there’s a puddle of clear fluid lying in his palm.

“Fuck, I could watch you do that over and over and never get tired,” he comments, staring down in awe at his hand.

“You might never get tired but I would pass out,” you reply, falling to the bed as your weakened legs give out, feeling as though you actually could pass out right now.

Yet Aki isn’t done and by the sixth orgasm, your cunt is puffy and there’s a weird muffled sound in your ears that makes you feel as though you’re underwater. Your body is stuck in a half-reclined position and you can’t move even if you wanted to. Your limbs turn to jelly only after Aki decides to let you rest and slips his fingers from your body.

“Your hands and mouth are dangerous,” you tell him, still panting after collapsing onto the pillow. “Do you see my scarf?”

“Let me dry off and I’ll look.”

Aki’s hand as well as the spot beneath you is drenched, and he apologizes while getting a clean towel for you to lay on.

“Now I see what you meant about it not being fun to sleep in a wet bed,” you tell him through a yawn.

“We should probably get a waterproof sheet,” he replies, rooting around the bedding for your scarf and holding it up when he finds it. You could kiss him after he ties it on for you because you’re still too weak to move, and kiss Aki again when he covers you with the blankets. “I’ll be right back; going for a smoke. Want me to bring you more water or anything?”

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll be here waiting for my cuddles.”

Aki kisses you before standing up, and you watch him slip on his sweatpants and shirt. You’re cold and look for your own shirt, which you see neatly folded and left atop your bedside table. As you slip it over your head, you wonder when he managed to fold it. You close your eyes and began drifting off the moment you lay back down, and when you open them again Aki is settling himself in bed next to you.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says apologetically.

“I tried to wait for you,” you murmur, sighing contentedly when Aki aligns his body with yours and settles an arm around your waist.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I like to make the most of our time together.”

“Well I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning, so go to sleep.”

“You’re so bossy. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You and Aki spend another evening watching television, him sitting behind you on the sofa while you recline partially against the sofa and his knee. You’d brought out your little bottle of jasmine-scented camellia oil and Aki took it from you without a word and directed you to sit between his legs. He’d watched you oil your scalp enough that he knew how to do it, though you had to admit that his fingers were way better than yours when it came to massaging it in.

“I never want to do this on my own again,” you told him in a voice that was slurred with relaxation. “Sorry not sorry, but I’m never letting you go.”

“Is that all it took?” he replies dryly, although by now you know when he’s amused. “I’m a cheap date who would have done it for less.”

He never stops gently moving sections of your curls aside to get to your scalp, where he points the dropper and dispenses the perfect amount of oil each time.

“And you say I’m just like a cat,” he comments when you sigh and go limp as his fingers massage your parts.

“Your hands feel good,” you reply unrepentantly, leaning forward so he can get your nape. “Haven’t you ever had someone else wash your hair? It’s almost the same thing.”

“Yeah, probably when I was a kid,” he replies. “Can’t remember if it did anything relaxing though.”

“One day you have to let me I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“Fine, if you insist.”

**

Some nights end with you two going to bed fully dressed in pajamas, too tired to do anything besides sharing a few kisses and holding hands while falling asleep. Tonight, however, isn’t one of those nights.

You’re completely naked and Aki is still dressed in sweatpants while his weight gently presses you into your futon.

“You know, the idea is a little scary but I keep wondering what this would feel like inside me,” you muse, reaching down to cup his erection through his sweatpants. He pauses to stare at you, as though considering something.

“You really want to do that with me?”

“Is it that surprising? But yes, I do. Why, do you have wings or something hidden in your back and you didn’t tell me?”

“No, no wings or anything like that,” Aki replies with a tiny smile. “Do you have a condom?”

You shake your head and watch as his face turns from mirthful to serious. Despite being half-naked, he still manages to cut an imposing figure by lecturing you. “Hey, you should still make your boyfriends use them even if you’re on the pill.”

“Oh, I’m not on the pill. And I’ve never really had a boyfriend before…”

“That’s worse. You shouldn’t let anyone take advantage of you.”

“Sorry, I’m explaining this badly. I don’t have any condoms because I’ve never needed them. I haven’t…before.”

The situation was sort of embarrassing, having to confess such a thing while having a gorgeous half-naked man kneeling between your splayed thighs. Although you reasoned there was no reason to be ashamed considering that his hands and mouth were already well acquainted with your body.

“Oh, you’ve never…”

“No. The furthest I’ve ever gone was everything I’ve done with you. Although even if I was active, I still wouldn’t be able to afford the pill. I wanted to get on it before so I didn’t die from cramps every month but it’s too expensive here. I hope that’s okay.”

“I don’t mind,” Aki replies nonchalantly as he begins kissing his way across your chest. “Let me know how much you need when you get the chance.”

“How much I need for what?”

“Your medicine.”

“Aki, you can’t pay for that every month,” you protest, and he shrugs.

“If I die, I can’t take my money with me. Might as well be of some use while I’m here.”

“You’re awful. I don’t suppose you have condoms back at your place.”

He shakes his head. “I couldn’t tell you the last time I needed any.”

“I take it it’s been a while.”

“Yeah. Though I still want to make you come.”

“As if I’d say no to that.”

“Mind if we try something different this time?”

“Nope.”

Aki kicks off his sweatpants and directs you to kneel over his face. He spends an inordinate amount of time kissing and sucking on your inner thighs, and soon you’re so worked up that you’re trying to aim your pussy at his mouth. It doesn’t help that his pretty cock is right there in your face, and you find out that it’s easy to deepthroat while in this position.

All the while, Aki is massaging and lightly smacking your ass while playing with your pussy lips, gently kneading and spreading them open to reveal your increasingly slick flesh. The air is cool against your slit and you know you’re likely in danger of wetting Aki’s face, but he doesn’t seem to give a damn. He’s content with taking his time and it feels amazing, yet at the same time you’re desperate for more. Finally you feel his fingertips caressing the outskirts of your entrance while his other hand pulls your ass further into his face, and his lips and tongue capture your clit and gently suckle. The sudden rush of pleasure makes your walls reactively squeeze shut and you moan around Aki’s cock while rocking your hips back and forth, eager for him to go faster. That finger slowly makes its way partly inside your body, lightly and teasingly rubbing your g-spot. That little massage has you bucking your hips against Aki’s face, and you’re caught off guard by an orgasm that comes out of nowhere.

Your cries are muffled by his cock yet makes you suck with more fervor, and soon Aki is straining up towards your mouth. It isn’t long before he’s moaning into your inner thigh as his cock pulsates between your saliva-slickened lips and shoots his release down your throat. He ends up begging for you to stop, claiming that he’s too sensitive. Your brain is still addled with pleasure when you fall onto your back. A quick glance at Aki shows him to have a face shiny with spit and come, just like yours.  

“I need a cookie but I can’t feel my legs,” you murmur as you lay motionless with your head close to Aki’s feet.

“I’ll get it when I get your water,” he replies, sitting up and moving you to lay properly in bed.

“Two cookies please.”

Aki returns with your water and cookies as promised, neatly wrapped in paper towel. You take care to not get crumbs in the bed and then stuff the paper towel into your empty glass.

“That was good, thanks. Hey, if you aren’t busy tomorrow want to see a movie?”

“It’s a date,” Aki replies through a yawn, and you know it’s seconds before he’s going to be fast asleep.

Aki gives you money for the birth control pills as promised, yet work keeps him so busy for the next month or so that you barely see him. He still calls you, even if he can only talk for a few minutes but you’ve become spoiled by now and find it hard to sleep alone.

Your only consolation is Aki calling you later that week to tell you he should be home in another day or so. Then two days pass and you don’t see or hear from him. Then a third day. When the fourth comes and you call Aki off and on only to repeatedly get his voicemail, a block of ice forms in your stomach. You don’t get the idea that he got cold feet about you two; Aki was nothing if not honest, and knew he would have said something even if it risked hurting your feelings.

It’s hard to eat, sleep, or merely focus on anything. By the end of the week, you’re going stir-crazy from being in the dark and in need of a distraction. You finish work early and head out to go shopping for groceries. Nothing is out the ordinary when you go outside, and you’re moving on autopilot the entire time. When you’re on the way back home, you pass a few police officers who are clearly talking about some incident, but the words ‘fatalities’ and ‘Devil Hunters’ cause you to nearly drop your bags.  

Everything is hastily dumped atop your counter when you make it inside, and you immediately rush to turn on the news. Just as you expect, there was an incident in the middle of the city where multiple citizens as well as Devil Hunters were injured, and a few were reported to be dead.

You knew this was a risk of being with someone in this profession. How many times did Aki point out that he might not make it back home? That was the reality and while you accepted it, it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any less.

You feel numb, at the same time you want to scream at the top of your lungs. The only thing you’re able to do is sit dazedly on your sofa and watch the news, wondering if you were going to get a glimpse of black hair in a topknot. You were so distraught that you hadn’t noticed the knocking on your door for the last few minutes.

“Sorry I didn’t call. We were literally trapped for the last few days and one of those fuckers ate my phone.”

“You asshole! Get in here,” you all but cry, snatching Aki past your doorway and throwing your arms around him. He winces yet tries to hide it and you loosen your grip.

His jacket is gone and there’s a purple stain covering the front of his shirt that smells so awful you don’t dare ask what it is. Beneath it all you get a whiff Aki’s sweat, mint gum and cigarettes, a scent you hadn’t realized you missed.

“Should you be a hospital right now?” you ask, wondering if he’s hurt beyond a host of bruises that are hidden beneath his suit.

“I’ve already been checked out,” Aki replies. “I’m just a little banged up but there’s no serious damage.

“You need a bath,” you tell him, angrily wiping away tears once you finally release him from your clutches.

“Sorry. I would have showered before leaving work but I just wanted to get out of there.”

He bends to remove his shoes until you fuss at him to stand still, and stoop down to untie his laces. His trainers are filthy yet you shove them into your shoe cubby in your genkan anyway. Aki then allows you to lead him through your apartment and in the direction of the bathroom.

“Where’s your jacket?” you ask as you stand in front of Aki in the sink room and unbutton his shirt.

“Half-digested and likely disposed of by the cleanup crew by now.”

“Fucking hell. Okay, I need to fill the tub. Think you can get off your pants?”

“Yeah, I can manage.”

It takes you less than a minute to rush to the kitchen where you press the buttons on the little panel above your sink that controls the bath. Aki is completely nude when you return, and his dirty clothes are in a neat heap at his feet. His chest and torso are littered in bruises as you suspected, and white bandages are covering his wrists and forearms.

“I can help you shower,” you tell him, peering at the bandages. “I’m guessing you shouldn’t get those wet.”

“I’ll manage,” he replies, though his blue eyes widen when he sees the apoplectic look on your face.

“So you can get an infection?” you snap, stepping out of your own clothes and pointing to the shower room. “Get your ass in there.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Aki is surprisingly agreeable as you carefully yet thoroughly soap and rinse his body. Now that you’re both in the light and close up to his naked skin, it’s easier to see all the old and new scars mapping his pale flesh and upset is an understatement as to how you feel. Yet you don’t want to put the burden on Aki and force him to give emotional labor when he’s already had yet another hellish ordeal, so you guide him to sit on the shower stool and stand behind him.

“Close your eyes,” you instruct, placing a hand beneath his chin and tilting his head back. You keep a hand against his forehead while wetting his hair, despite Aki telling you that he doesn’t care if his eyes get wet.

“Who’s doing the shampooing here, you or me?”

“You are.”

“Exactly.”

The first dollop of shampoo you use on Aki’s hair is just enough to loosen the dirt and muck, but the second forms a fluffy lather that you take time to massage throughout. You use the pads of your fingers to massage his scalp, slowly dragging them and making little circles at his nape and temples.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he practically moans, letting his head fall against your belly.

“See what happens when you listen? I can do this to your back too, just so you know.”

Once you’re done, Aki gets in the bath while you toss his clothes in the wash. After changing into an old tee and sweatpants that he’d left at your place and eating dinner, Aki is sitting on the floor between your knees while you brush his hair. His head keeps bobbing forward despite him telling you that he isn’t tired.

“It’s okay if you go to sleep,” you insist. “It’s obvious you need the rest.”

“But it’s still early.”

“So? Aki, close your damn eyes. By the way, I hope you don’t mind but I want to braid your hair.”

“Go for it,” he mumbles, leaning forward when you begin using a comb to give him a middle part.

You gently guide his head against your knee so you can begin French braiding the right side, and you’ve barely started when you hear a light snore. He’s dead weight against your knee by the time you tilt his head to the other side, and you let him sleep for a bit.

“Aki? C’mon, your neck is gonna hurt if you stay like that.”

Aki stumbles to his feet and allows you to lead him to your bedroom, and he keeps an arm around your waist when you both lay down. You can tell that he’s fighting to stay awake again, so you began toying with the loose hair at his nape that’s come undone from the braids. When your nails lightly scratch his scalp, Aki melts into you and his breathing is deep and steady after a minute.

It feels as though a heavy weight has been lifted from your chest ever since he knocked on your door. He’s alive and safe and in your bed, smelling of your soap, shampoo and toothpaste, and yet a nagging feeling at the back of your mind reminds you that his safety is a fleeting notion. Aki’s life is on the line every time he fights devils, and you don’t want to think about the possibility that each time you see him might be the last. You wish he’d quit that damn job or at least find something that doesn’t involve using his life as currency, but you tell yourself that you have no right to ask such things.

Knowing that still doesn’t stop you from worrying, and it makes you hold onto him all night.

“You can come to my place Friday night for dinner if you aren’t busy,” Aki tells you the next morning over breakfast. He’d been given the week off to rest and recuperate, and you had to force him to stay in bed while you cooked. You relent only when he’s adamant about not drinking his coffee or smoking in your bed, and you hand him a mug along with a lighter and the fresh blue pack of Wild Raven cigarettes you’d bought for him while running errands earlier that week.  “Power and Denji are going to be away for the weekend for some video game thing.”

“Oh good. I’ve been curious about your place.”

“I promise you, there’s nothing remotely interesting there not counting my two feral roommates.”

“Still, I’d like to see where you rest your hat. Or katana, rather.”

**

Aki’s place looks very similar to yours, although you think he might keep house better than you. The kitchen is tidy with jars arranged by size on the counter, and a glance at the fridge shows a shopping list as well as what look like multiple reminders to Denji and Power. All his belongings are neatly tucked away, and you wonder if you’ll see hospital corners on his bed when you go into his room.

“So what do you think now that you’ve seen it?” Aki asks.

“It’s very you,” you reply with a grin. “I think it’s tidier than my place.”

“I’m sure yours is. You don’t have two brats raising hell at any given moment. Do you want a drink? Tea? Beer?”

“Tea please.”

You’re waiting at the chabudai when something fluffy brushes against your arm, and you look down to see an adorable white cat.

“Oh wow! You have a cat? She’s so cute!”

“I don’t have shit,” Aki says in a faux aggravated tone. “That’s Meowy, Power’s furball.”

“Hello, Meowy. Nice to meet you.”

The cat mrrows at you before butting their head against your hand, and you assume she wants to be petted. Your assumptions are right, because Meowy immediately closes her eyes and leans into your hand when you begin stroking her head. When she’s had enough she trots over to Aki and winds herself around his ankles while purring loudly.

“Power’s furball, huh?” you laugh, watching as Aki frowns down at the persistent feline.

“I take it that means you want dinner too,” he says as though he’s talking to a person. In the end he takes out a can and empties it into a dish, stooping to stroke Meowy’s head a bit as she eats.

“That cat has you wrapped around her little paw.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t, Mr. Hayakawa. Unrelated question, but did you get the condoms?”

“Yes.”

“Okay…”

“You seem a little on edge.”

“Probably because I keep thinking about what we’re going to do.”

“I wasn’t planning on jumping on you the moment you got here, you know. I did make us dinner and figured we’d relax for a while. Besides, we don’t have to if you aren’t ready.”

Aki tugs you closer as he speaks and you bury your head against his chest. He smooths a hand over your hair and when you look up at him, he kisses your forehead.

“Whatever you want to do or not do is fine with me. We can watch a movie after dinner or listen to music or just go to sleep.”

His fingers are at the back of your neck, toying with the short curls there and he knows it’s your weakness. It’s enough to soothe your jittery nerves and you’re so relaxed that you go limp against his chest.

“Or I could do this all night,” he suggests and you can hear the mirth in his tone. “But at least let me feed you first.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Dinner is amazing and you have to threaten Aki with a fight when he tries to block you from washing the dishes. After that he goes onto the balcony to smoke, and you go out with him just to get some fresh air.

“That was the most peaceful dinner I’ve had here in a long time,” he muses while blowing out a plume of smoke that casts a grey shadow against the navy-blue evening sky.

“Are they really that bad?”

Aki draws hard on his cigarette while staring you in the eye. “You don’t know the half of it. Denji is a hormonal teenager who just has tits on his mind, and Power is the equivalent of a five-year-old who lives on a diet of sweets. Eh, they’ve gotten better though but still.”

“They definitely sound lively.”

“That’s an understatement. They made me take them to a hobby shop so they could buy a game. We weren’t home for more than an hour before the board was ripped in half and those damn little pieces scattered across the floor.”

“Is that what that little blue thing was I found under your table? I put it by the tv so Meowy wouldn’t eat it, though I’m not sure if cats eat weird shit the way dogs do.”

“Well she is Power’s cat, so anything is possible.”

Now you’re on the sofa, tucked into Aki with your back to his chest.  The television is playing in the background but you’re too focused on the sensation of Aki’s fingers toying with your hair to pay attention. At some point you tilt your head to the side to make him touch your nape again, only this time you feel a warm gust of air brush against your skin and it immediately sends shivers down your spine.

“What’s the matter?” Aki asks when he feels you tremble against him.

“The back of my neck is sensitive too,” you tell him, trying to control your slightly hastened breathing. “I knew the sides were but not the back.”

“Yeah? Let me check.”

Aki neatly gathers your hair in a gentle fist and eases your head forward, and you feel another warm gust only now it feels more deliberate.

“I can smell your cigarette,” you gasp out, back arched and fingers gripping Aki’s thighs from the burst of pleasure.

“Sorry about that. Want me to brush my teeth?”

“Nah, I don’t mind it on you; it’s kind of sexy.”

Aki hums and blows again, and it makes you fight back a moan. You want to press yourself against him while also pulling away, but he tightens an arm around your waist to keep you close. When his tongue darts out to brush against the bit of skin beneath your nape, Aki’s name falls from your lips.

The movie is now forgotten by both of you. Somehow you find yourself on the floor, head cushioned by a zabuton and body weighed down by Aki’s aligned with yours. Your arousal is swiftly climbing and you grab at Aki’s lower back, pawing at his shirt to move it out the way so you can feel his warm skin. He’s all muscle and scars and heat and you eagerly clutch at him, wanting to feel everything.

“Aki, where are the condoms?” you pause to ask between kisses, and he answers with his lips pressed beneath your jaw.

“We’re not doing this out here but they’re in my room, to answer your question.”

“Well I was going to suggest a change of surface anyway; my butt is starting to fall asleep.”

You and Aki waste no time in going to his room, falling to his bed and resuming your make out session. His lips never stray below the neck but you’re dying for him to go lower. He keeps you pressed against him and soon you’re begging him to touch you.

“Can I take off your shr—“ he begins to ask, stopping himself as he watches you sit up, tug your shirt over your head and then hastily go for your bra. You’re in such a hurry that you forget about the tricky clasps on the back of your bra, and Aki puts his arms around you and easily unfastens the thing. “I keep telling you there’s no rush. We have all night.”

You watch him drop your bra atop your shirt beside the bed, and then comply when he nudges you to lie down. The only source of light in the room is a dimly lit floor lamp, and you can see just enough of Aki’s face as he lays alongside you.

“I know you’re nervous and that’s one reason why we can take our time,” he tells you while smoothing his fingers along the tops of your breasts. The sensation is more soothing than enticing, and you easily melt beneath his touch.

“Aren’t you nervous?” you eventually ask, leaning your head closer to Aki’s.

“Yeah, sort of,” he replies hesitantly. “This probably sounds bad but I’ve never really done anything that wasn’t, well, casual. Or rushed, for that matter. Then I met you and for the first time I don’t want to rush; I want to take my time.”

“What about the casual thing?”

“I think we can both agree that this is anything but casual. For starters, I’ve never had a woman in this bed or in this apartment.”

“We have that in common.”

“You’ve never had another woman in your bed or home?”

“You know what I mean, jackass.”

“Yeah, I get you,” he murmurs through a chuckle, still idly tracing his fingertips across your skin.

Aki threads his fingers through yours while leaning down to kiss you again. This time you wrap your legs around him and he ends up with a handful of your thick, denim-covered.

“Aki, take off my pants,” you murmur pleadingly, annoyed by the layers of fabric between you two. “My panties too,” you add when he leaves them in place.

Aki has you stripped naked in seconds and wastes no time dipping his hand between your legs.

“I still can’t believe you get this wet just from us kissing,” he murmurs, peering down to look at the slippery fluid that clings to his fingers in clear strings.

You’re embarrassingly drenched and the sound of Aki sliding his fingertip through it all is audible. Then he slips in a single digit, dragging it along your tender walls and making you cry out. Aki chances a second one and slides them all the way to the third knuckle, but it feels like you’re being pinched and this time you flinch while reaching down to grab his wrist.

“Aki, wait—"

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, could you…” you trail off, tugging his wrist until his fingertips are just beyond your entrance.

Two fingers are still a bit much for you to handle, but when Aki’s thumb finds your clit as he massages your insides, you quickly forget about the discomfort. His mouth is on your tits, teasing your nipples into two stiff points with his tongue in between sucking on your collarbone.  All the combined stimulation has you writing and it isn’t long before you’re shrilly moaning while coming apart around Aki’s fingers.

He has to use a tiny bit of force to pull out his fingers, and you’re mortified when you hear the sucking noise. You almost forgot that Aki was still dressed until he stood up from the bed and slipped his shirt over his head. His sweatpants and boxer briefs were next and he rejoined you on the bed. You watched as he withdrew a small box from one of the drawers beneath the shelf to your left. It was obvious what the box contained and that was enough to make you nervous all over again. The sight of his thick cock bobbing in front of him, nearly resting atop your mound was enough to leave you equal parts aroused and anxious. You did your best to control your breathing while listening to the quiet rustle of cardboard followed by the tearing of a wrapper. By the time there was the sound of latex being rolled on, your hands were shaking and you had to grab the sheets to still them.

“Are you cold?” you hear Aki ask, and feel his hand resting atop your knee.

“No,” you tell him, shaking your head. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I can feel you trembling.”

“I think I’m just nervous again.”

You hear Aki set the box atop the shelf and then his body is aligned with yours. His skin feels hot against yours and you realize it helps quell some of your fears.

“It’s okay if you want to stop.”

“No thank you,” you reply immediately, slipping your hands around Aki’s back.

“So damn stubborn,” he murmurs though his voice is absent of ire. Aki strokes your temple with his thumb while softly pressing his lips to yours and it helps even more. Soon you take the initiative to reach down between you two and angle the tip of his cock at your slick entrance, and you force yourself to keep breathing while waiting for him to move.

That first push forward is gentle enough but the stretch hurts too much, a lot more than you anticipated and it makes you suck in air while throwing your head back and scrambling to grab onto the sheets.

“Sorry,” Aki murmurs, pulling out of you and dropping a soft kiss to your throat. “Do you want to stop?”

You definitely don’t want to stop. Yes, the barest pressure had you shrinking back in pain but at the same time, you’re so aroused that it’s also painful. There’s a nagging sensation of needing to be filled and that need takes precedence over your brain and good sense.

“No,” you murmur in an unsteady voice while trying to ignore the way your mouth is dry with fear. “But can you—I mean, what if you just went fast to get it over with?”

“Won’t that hurt you more instead?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, remember?”

“Right, dumb question.”

“I just figure it’s like pulling off a plaster; the quicker, the better.”

The false bravado tactics gets you nowhere, because you can tell that Aki remains unconvinced. But he kisses you anyway and begins slightly grinding against you, causing his latex-encased shaft to slide against your slippery cleft. The tip nudges the underside of your clit and feels so good that you relax momentarily, but you flinch when you feel Aki reach down again to align himself with your entrance.

“Easy, pretty girl,” he says, going completely still. “I meant it when I said we could stop.”

“No!” you protest again, throwing your arms around his neck in an effort to quell your shaking hands. “Fuck, I’m scared but that’s why I said to do it fast.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

You’re trying to focus on anything else to distract you; Aki’s soft hair brushing against your cheek, his heart that feels as though it’s beating as fast as yours, his slim yet muscular body pressed against yours. His kiss breaks that focus but then you’re acutely aware of Aki hooking his forearm beneath your knee and guiding it high around his waist.

“Take a deep breath,” he tells you, and you do but you also go rigid without realizing it. “I’m not going to do anything just yet. You were holding your breath and I didn’t want you to pass out.”

“Shit, I didn’t realize.”

“If it’s that awful and you hate it, we’ll stop. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

One minute you feel Aki tilting your hips up against his and bracing himself before surging forward, and the next you experience a fiery, stabbing pain that cuts so deeply you’re unable to breathe for several seconds. You’ve literally ensnared Aki with both arms and legs and don’t realize that you’re sobbing until he’s apologizing while easing his weight to one elbow to wipe away your tears. It takes some time for your eyes to stop watering because the sensation alone of being deeply penetrated is enough to leave you overwhelmed, and the lingering burn has your trembling body wrought with tension.

At the back of your mind you tell yourself that you’re sure you love this man, because he’s repeatedly telling you sorry while calmly guiding you to take deep breaths. He’s started moving again and you can tell he’s taking extra care to move slowly. And while his words don’t have the ability to take away the pinched sensation that lingers whenever he pulls back, they do help you to relax.

“How is it now?” Aki asks when your forearms are no longer threatening to rip off skin from the back of his neck.  

“It still hurts a little but it’s also starting to feel good if that makes sense? Though it stings when you pull all the way out.”

“Shit. I’ll be careful.”

Aki is trembling from the effort of keeping his motion in check, and you’re trying to focus on breathing steadily as well as not clenching unnecessarily because it hurts more when you do so. But soon your breathing grows slower and deeper, and your body is becoming tense for new reasons. You cling to his back with unsteady hands, partly because you want him to keep the same pace while at the same time wondering what it would feel like if he were to speed up.

“Can I go faster?” Aki asks, as though he’d heard your thoughts. You tell him yes and he begins thrusting into you at a speed that leaves the tip of his cock nudging perfectly beneath your cervix and causing your thighs to shake. Any lingering pain quickly bleeds into pleasure and it’s almost too much to handle. Moaning while in the throes of climax was one thing, but every glide of Aki’s hips has you crying out uncontrollably to the point where you try to smother the sounds against his chest. That works for a short time, because pleasure takes an unexpected sharp turn and your head tilts back as your body reactively grows tense. You’re squeezing down on his pistoning cock without even trying, and the sensations from the friction is amazing.

However, it’s still not enough.

It feels like you’re on the precipice of something but you’re still learning your body as much as Aki is as well. You know you need more of something, only putting a name to said thing is difficult.

Aki stops moving briefly and you want to whine at the loss, but he remains kneeling upright between your legs. He hooks one forearm beneath a thigh and pushes the other towards your chest. This position is a little too revealing and you want to protest only Aki is reaching down between your legs and stroking your sensitive clit with his thumb. That coupled with the view of his chiseled torso is enough to make you squeeze around him again, and that time it’s enough to send you flying over the edge. This orgasm is deeper and more intense than anything you’ve ever experienced, and you feel it all over your body. You’re coming and crying and Aki keeps fucking and rubbing you throughout that climax.

Everything feels extra sensitive after that, and it’s easier to come again and again. You’re still trying to catch your breath when Aki fluidly rolls onto his back while keeping you against him. You want to protest and point out that you don’t know what the hell to do on top, but he’s inside you again before you get a chance. Despite the change in position he’s still doing all the work, and all you’re able to do is hold on and try to not burst Aki’s eardrums with your screams.

If you come again it just might be the death of you, and that theory is tested when Aki grips your ass and begins plunging into you harder and faster than you can handle. It triggers an orgasm almost immediately only your voice is too worn out, and your mouth is open as if to scream but there’s no sound. Your hands are above your head, threatening to tear Aki’s pillow into shreds as your clenched walls pulsate around him, and he fucks you through it all until he can no longer take it. His hands are threatening to leave bruises on your butt and his too hard, too deep thrusts are making your insides cramp, but it’s worth it when you hear him groaning and cursing into the side of your neck while his cock throbs and empties into you.

You lay panting and clinging to another for a long time, waiting for the after effects of the rushing endorphins to fade from your sweat-covered bodies.

“You okay?” you hear Aki ask as he rests a hand on the back of your head.

Your mouth is dry and you’re exhausted, and all you can do is nod. The sound of Aki’s heart is thumping away beneath your ear and it’s comforting.

“Hey, are you falling asleep?” he asks.

“Yes, and it’s your fault.”

Aki chuckles and runs his hand across your upper back. “You can’t be comfortable like that.”

You are comfortable and emphasis it by burrowing further into him. He realizes it’s pointless to try and get you to move, but reminds you that he’s still wearing the condom. You move long enough for him to take it off and dispose it.

“Damn, we did a number on this bed,” Aki comments, bending down to straighten the sheets that had become twisted and kicked down into the foot of the bed. You take your place back upon his chest when he’s done, and then realize you don’t have on a scarf when Aki begins smoothing a few curls away from your damp forehead. You know you’re going to wake up with a head full of frizz but you’re so relaxed that it’s worth it.

**

The surface your cheek is pressed against is hot and you sit up and cringe when you realize how hot and sticky you feel. Then you notice it—an ache between your thighs and a sensation in your complete lower half that feels as though you’ve run a marathon.

“Sore, so damn sore,” you groan, wincing at the pull in your muscles.  

“What’s the matter?” Aki asks around a yawn, having woken up upon you moving off him.

“Nothing, I’m just a little achy,” you tell him.

“Sorry about that.”

“Not as sorry as I am,” you murmur, now looking down at the bed. “I got blood all over your sheets. I’ll wash them with mine today.”

“Do I look bothered over some damn sheets? Besides, I’ve already bled on them more times than I can count. I have experience getting blood out of almost anything.”

“That doesn’t sound good, Aki,” you tell him with a frown.

“I’m used to it,” he replies dismissively. “Want a bath?”

You’re still sleepy but at the same time you’re in desperate need of a shower.

Aki’s hands are gentle as he gathers your tight curls into a bun atop your head in his shower room. His palms might be rough but they still delicately move over your body with a soapy sponge, cleansing you of sweat and blood. Then he directs you to sit on the shower stool and nudges your sore thighs apart.

“Is that too hot?” he asks, stooping in front of you to hold the shower sprayer over your vulva.

“No, it feels good actually,” you murmur when the warm water soothes some of the ache.

Once he’s done you get in the tub and watch as Aki washes himself. When he’s finally settled behind you in the bath with his arms around you, you sink back into his chest and rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’ve never taken a bath with anyone before,” Aki says, apropos of nothing.

“Me neither,” you reply, nudging his feet with yours beneath the hot water. “Seems like I’m sharing a lot of firsts with you.”

Aki remains quiet as you reach for his hand and begin toying with his fingers.

“You’re remarkably soft for someone leading such a hard life,” you tell him, tracing your fingertips over his calluses.

“My fingers are rough as hell,” he comments, resting his chin in the dip of your shoulder. “I tried to get them softer so I wouldn’t scratch you.”

“I didn’t mean physically, but thank you. And you’ve never hurt me,” you tell him, kissing his wet fingertips. “But I was talking about you in general. You’re prickly but at the same time, you’re…gentle.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. It’s a good thing, Aki. Never let anyone exploit that.”

“I’m the elder one; aren’t I supposed to be giving the sage advice?”

“You still can if you like,” you laugh.

“It’s funny that you mention not to let anyone use me; it’s as though you’ve known me for a long time.”

“Why, did you have a bad experience with someone? An old girlfriend?”

“Yeah but she wasn’t a girlfriend—she was my boss. I thought she was kind but turns out she was just the opposite, not to mention using everyone as her little pawns in a fucked-up game of chess.”

You vaguely remember the news a while back mentioning some scandal with the Devil Hunters and a higher up who turned out to be an enemy and wonder if that’s who Aki is talking about.

“is she out of the picture now?”

“For the most part, yes.”

Aki falls silent and leans back in the tub, bringing you with him. There’s more you want to ask but the moment is so peaceful that you refuse to spoil it. Between the heat of the bath and the coziness of laying against Aki, you began dozing off.

“Damn it, I don’t feel like moving but I need to get out and make the bed,” Aki gripes, exhaling hard as he sits up in the water. “Okay, I’m going. You can take your time.”

“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away,” you tell him with a leering grin as he shakes his head while crossing to the other side of the room to get a towel.

When you get out the bath, he’s loading the washing machine with the old sheets. You catch a glimpse of red and feel bad all over again when you see there’s more blood than you realized initially.

“What a massacre. Definitely explains why it hurt like fuck at first.”

“Sorry. I still feel bad about that,” Aki replies. “As for the blood, I told you this is light stuff. By the way, there’s a bottle of water for you on my dresser and I left you a shirt and a pair of boxers on the bed.”

“Thanks. Do you mind if I just use the shirt for now? I think I’m too sore for underwear right now.”

“Are you seriously asking me if I mind the sight of your naked butt in my bed all night? Because you know I don’t.”

“Hayakawa Aki, is that your dirty talk?”

“Maybe. Don’t tell anyone.”

“Oh don’t worry, that part of you is just for me. Who would have though beneath that stoic exterior lies a dirty man with a sense of humor.”

“Who was it that had their eyes glued to my ass when I got out the bath?”

“And your point is? You have a nice ass, and I have no regrets.”

You’re still cackling at the exasperated look on Aki’s face as you walk to his room.

At the back of your mind part of you always considered that things would change between you and Aki if and when you were to go all the way. But now as you lay in his arms in the quiet dark of his room—on fresh navy-blue sheets that smelled faintly of detergent—you realized that yes, things had changed but you were okay with that. If anything, you felt closer to him and hoped he felt the same.

“Did you have plans in the morning?” he asks.

“I didn’t. Why, preemptively kicking me out already?”

“Hah, funny. Normally I set my alarm but I don’t give a shit about waking up early right now.”

“I’m so tired that I probably couldn’t wake up early even if I wanted to.”

“It’s fine. I’ll make you breakfast whenever you do wake up.”

His fingers are tracing along the curve of your cheek in between tugging on your earlobe as he talks, and the sensation is leaving you pleasantly drowsy.

“Do you really have no regrets?” Aki then asks in an oddly quiet tone, and it leaves you confused.

“What is there to regret?”

“Me. Us, this. Not just choosing someone so fucked up to be your first, but dealing with me and all my baggage.”

“I accepted all of you when we first started this,” you murmur sleepily. “Besides, who isn’t a little fucked up in this world? But as it goes, you’re not as fucked up as you believe.”

“I’m not?”

“Not at all. Now stop overthinking everything and go to sleep so you can make me pancakes tomorrow.”

“Pancakes? You’re easy to please,” Aki chuckles, kissing your forehead as you drift off to sleep.

[rjr1396]

Fake Dating AU

Based/inspired off of this 

So I know very little of Persona Q so bear with me. Souyo + Akimina

Imagine that somehow, the events of both persona 3 and 4 are going on at the same time (don’t worry about the logic) outside of the events of persona Q

When Minato/Makoto’s partner ended up being Yosuke, he didn’t mind. Sure he did hope for a certain boxer, but a fellow music lover is the next best thing he figures. Hell Yosuke seems all for it, so this shouldn’t be that bad.

The moment Yosuke said that he and Minato/Makoto were destined partners, Souji/Yu tried to not visibly wince, weren’t they partners? He had to remind himself that it didn’t mean anything, it was just the gimmick for this part of the labyrinth

Akihiko on the other hand didn’t expect the sudden flare of irritation of seeing his leader with Yosuke. He didn’t even realize that he was clenching his fists until Mitsuru grabbed his wrist and gave him a look that somehow said ‘Calm down’ and ‘Don’t do something stupid’. He tried calming down, but the moment he caught Shinji’s knowing smirk, he resorted to glaring at the ground trying to figure out why he’s acting like this. 

Minato/Makoto and Yosuke seemed to hit it off well, a little too well for Souji/Yu and Akihiko’s liking. The music lovers stuck together after that. Minato/Makoto noticed that Yosuke was a pretty good strategist and quite level headed when he needed to be, he was the second in command of the IT for a reason, he needed to be whenever their leader was too impulsive. Plus with how well he worked with Souji/Yu, they were a hell of a unit and asset to the team as a whole. Even Akihiko had to begrudgingly agree that Yosuke was strong, he still didn’t like the guy being a little too buddy buddy with his leader.

After everything was said and done, before each group went their separate ways, Yosuke and Minato/Makoto swapped info/numbers to keep in touch. They text every day.

Souji/Yu tried not to get too upset with that development, Yosuke didn’t have any friends outside of the IT so this is good for him, makes him happy, right?

Mitsuru kept telling Akihiko that it was good that Minato/Makoto have friends outside of SEES. They had to admit that he was smiling more now and Yosuke’s friendship was helping him open up more. Still, it didn’t help with the irritation or the bitterness he felt when he caught a smile that Yosuke help make. He may or may not have punched threw a few punching bags imagining they were of his face.

Minato/Makoto helped Yosuke realize that he may not be as straight as he thought he was, what do you mean I have feelings for Partner? For Souji/Yu?

Once Yosuke fully accepted himself, (Yes Yosuke you’re not straight, No this isn’t a phase, Yes you are somewhat socially inept at times, but this is more than that and you know it, No you can’t keep denying it unless you want to deal with another shadow, now get over yourself) he decides to come out to his parents

It goes well, though they are now convinced that the main reason he came out was because he had a boyfriend and after trying to tell them otherwise, he accidentally says that Minato/Makoto is his boyfriend who lives in Iwatodai.

“So I may have messed up a little.” ‘What did you do?’ “I may have told my parents that we were dating since they refused to believe that I didn’t have a boyfriend since I was coming out to them.” ‘��.’ “Please.” ‘….’ “I’ll buy you beef bowls for a month.” ‘*sigh* Fine.’ “Yes! Thank you! AlsotheywanttomeetyouI’lltextyouthedetailslaterkthanksbye!” ‘…Wait what?’ *Hangs up*

Fuuka: Hey, how was your day? Minato/Makoto: Apparently I have a boyfriend now. Everyone: WHAT?!

The moment Minato/Makoto makes that announcement, says that Yosuke is now his boyfriend, everything falls into place for Akihiko. He had romantic feelings for Minato/Makoto and he was jealous of Yosuke. Shinji calls him an idiot. Mitsuru is a little more sympathetic but she still calls him an idiot too.

Teddie, busy with work doesn’t know the whole story, just that Yosuke’s dating someone, so he proceeds to tell the rest of IT, starting with Sensei. “Sensei, Sensei! Did you know that Yosuke’s scoring?” ‘…What?’

Minato/Makoto goes to Inaba for a visit the next holiday, staying with the Hanamuras. Yosuke’s parents end up loving him. They urge the couple to enjoy themselves in town which they do, Where’s my beef bowl Hanamura?

The IT decide to ask about what Teddie’s been telling them, C’mon Teddie, we’d know if Yosuke were dating anyone. They all meet up at Junes, Minato/Makoto hanging nearby out of sight for everyone but Yosuke in case he needs backup.

Yosuke comes out to the group (’I KNEW IT!’ “Shut up Chie!”) and they’re all okay with it, though the punch in the arm by Kanji was to be expected (”I really am sorry, man” ‘ts cool, but I will kick your ass if you bring it up again’ “Understood!”). Naoto and Yukiko applaud him for his bravery and willingness to open up to the group, Souji/Yu smiles and says that he’s happy for him (Internally crying for joy, he may have a chance!) Rise is the one who asks about him ‘scoring’. Yosuke waves Minato/Makoto over and announces that they’re dating. Something in Souji/Yu breaks a little.

The IT all accept Minato/Makoto. Souji/Yu pull him to the side to be alone for a bit Souji/Yu: You better not hurt him. Minato/Makoto: Wouldn’t dream of it. Souji/Yu: I’m being serious! Minato/Makoto: So am I.

Souji/Yu had never been more tempted to throw someone into the TV world til now, Yosuke was his best friend, his Partner, who did Minato/Makoto think he was getting in between them? (but he makes Yosuke happy, isn’t that what matters?)

Minato/Makoto: Yosuke, how long are we gonna keep this up? Yosuke: We’ll just wait til you go back to Iwatodai and then say that we broke up because of artistic differences, but decided to stay friends. Minato/Makoto: Did- did you just quote Chicago? Yosuke: ….Maybe.

Yosuke’s parents suggest that Yosuke go to Iwatodai for the 2nd half of the holiday break, so he does. When they arrive at the dorms, SEES welcome Yosuke amicably

Mitsuru: If you hurt him, know that they’ll never find your body. Yosuke: UH…

Akihiko maintains his distance from the couple (’It’s your fault for not figuring it out sooner, Aki.’ “Shut up Shinji!”), but it’s a bit harder to do when Yosuke joins them during the Dark Hour and into Tartarus. Everyone finds it sweet when Yosuke goes to help Minato/Makoto up when he gets knocked down, snaps him out of a status effect, or just full on takes a blow for him (”I could do that too.” ‘Yea, but you don’t’ “Shut up Shinji!”)

The truth comes out when Yosuke is about to leave for Inaba Minato/Makoto: Well, it’s been fun being fake boyfriends with you. Yosuke:  I guess we’ll just have to settle for just friends. Minato/Makoto: Maybe friends with benefits if we get bored and both single. Yosuke: Sure why not. Everyone: WAIT WHAT?! Minato/Makoto: Oh, did we forget to mention that?

They explain the whole situation and boy has Akihiko never felt more relieved. 

The moment Yosuke leaves Akihiko: Hey Minato/Makoto, you wanna get some beef bowls with me? Minato/Makoto: Is this a confession? Akihiko: Y-yes! Minato/Makoto: Thank fuck. 

Souji/Yu goes to pick up Yosuke from the train station. The moment Yosuke gets off, he gets a text from Minato/Makoto: ‘Man up and go get your man’ Souji/Yu: Get a text from your boyfriend? Yosuke: Ex-fake boyfriend if we’re being honest. Souji/Yu: Wait what?

By the time Yosuke’s done explaining everything they’re back at the Hanamura residence and they’re all alone. Souji/Yu: So it was all a lie? Yosuke: Yea, my parents just wouldn’t listen to reason. I do feel kinda bad for dragging hi-

Souji/Yu pulls him for a kiss, and Yosuke just pulls him closer.

They plan to have a double date the next day off

[yinses]

it’s yinse! i’m a general surgery resident with occasional free time to write. this is mostly a mature content blog.

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current obsession: my one and only beefy boy

status as of 28/8: on rotation 🥹 (i.e hiatus)

🌺  recent works:

➳ amaretto mirage 18+ 10k+

[modern] hantengu clone fic you, a simple student, finds yourself caught in a sensual game between a quadruplet of brothers, leading you down a path of self-discovery and forbidden desires.

➳ hangengu drabble 18+

🌸 works in progress: ⚘boxer! toji au ⚘ aki fic

things to note:

1. obviously i’m game for nsfw works. i will however not write:

non-con

underage

incest/ romantic familial relations

probably some other things im missing just bc i dont know what theyre called

2. accepts blurbs, scenarios, headcanons or just general sinful thoughts

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➳tighnari’s beginner guide to your home garden T 8k ... or tighnari catches you trying to grow and weed disapproves ( just not the way you think) ➳5 (+1) T 9k ... five times you tried to pet tighnari's ears and the one time he let you

c y n o

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s e r i e s

➳carpe diem T 30k+ [ao3]

a l h a i t h a m

series

➳all and half 18+ 21k+ [two-shot]

in which your soulmate is the one person you can achieve true pleasure from 

p a n t a l o n e

➳shadows on snowflakes 18+ 3k

x i a o

unquelled qingxin 18+ 5k

J U J U T S U K A I S E N

g o j o s a t o r u oneshots

phone tag 18+ ... he we reminds your ex who you belong to limited 18+ ... you had to remind yourself that he was only a man substitute 18+ ... you'd do anything for him and he knew it made you look 18+ ... poor ijichi never saw it coming make it a show 18+ ... gojo has been away for awhile and now he’s missed … times two savory euphemism ... he swore to see it through to the end

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relationship hcs w/ instructor! reader

drabbles/thirsts

sub!gojo 18+eating you out 18+ filming you 18+ love’s quality 18+ public sex 18+masturbation 18+ 

s u k u n a r y o m e n

series

branded [modern! tattoo artist sukuna ] one black forest + 18 au ft. gojo satoru followed by punchgut

oneshots

meticulously 18+ ... you just needed him to do this one thing blissful madness 18+ ... here he has exclusive rights to everything

n a n a m i k e n t o one shot

domestic bliss 18+ ... a house isn’t a home without each other 

drabbles|thirsts

virgin! reader 18+ daddy nanami 18+

t o j i f u s h i g u r o series

vertigo one the one where toji is still a hitman; and somehow remaining a dad, albeit terrible one. and you become more than just a neighbor to both father and son

drabbles|thirsts

shower sex 18+ comfort sex 18+

m u l t i p l e

types  ... of kisses ... of dads... of hugs.. of tattoo artists

college au!

K I M E T S U N O Y A I B A

h i m e j i m a g y o me i one shot

gratuity 18+ ... early morning bliss

headcanons

general nsfw hcs 18+

h a n t e n g u c l o n e s

mini series

➳ amaretto mirage 18+ 10k+

you, a simple student, finds yourself caught in a sensual game between a quadruplet of brothers, leading you down a path of self-discovery and forbidden desires.

drabbles|thirsts

rough sex 18+ dom! gyomei 18+ breeding kink 18+ eating you out 18+ alphabeta is for aftercarek is for kink hangengu drabble 18+

m u l t i p l e

sex positions 18+

B O K U N O H E R O A C A D E M I A

h a w k s | k e i g o t a k a m i

red velvet 18+... all expenses paid

[the12thnightproject]

Twelve Lies I Told Shingen Takeda, Chapter Four: Occupational Hazards

Katsuko delivers dessert to Shingen, she receives bad news in return. Also, archery, and a blindfold. TW: Offscreen death

“Halt!”

With his mouth set in a determined line, Yuki barred my progress toward Shingen’s room. Every time I tried to go around him, he leaped to block me like a goalie defending a football net. “Where are you going with that?”

Since I was carrying a handful of messages and a basket of pastry, I thought it should be obvious. “Don’t ask a question you already know the answer to.”

Yuki looked over his shoulder and scowled in the direction of Shingen’s room. “I see he’s already trying to bypass my orders by sending you out for dessert.”

“Your orders?” When did he join the calorie cops? “Why? Is there something wrong with these?” No one in the shop had seemed to have any issue with them.

“It’s not good for him to eat that many sweets, that’s all.” Yuki reached for the basket, presumably to confiscate the contraband, but I scooted out of the way.

“Really? He looks like he’s in good shape.” Really, really good shape. My job is to stay observant, so observing that Shingen is a decent specimen is an occupational hazard – especially given all of the pec airing that he does.

At that exact moment, the Occupational Hazard stepped out of his room, and there’s no way that he could have avoided hearing my comment, so I looked him right in the eyes, and tacked on, “for his age.”

I know. That was petty of me. But I was still angry at that setting me up to be killed thing. On an intellectual level I knew his “black powder test” had been a perfectly logical strategy, but what if I had gotten that powder on my hands by accident? Would he or Chiyome have killed me anyway?

With his back to Shingen, Yuki considered blithely on. “That’s not the point. He refuses to watch-.” Yuki got a look at my face, then sighed. “He’s behind me again, isn’t he?”

I nodded, as for the second time that day, Shingen thwacked Yuki on the back of his head. He eyed the confections. “Thank you, Katsu. I think I look like I’m in good shape too. For any age. Also, your former master was correct in his assessment that you’re insubordinate.”

That could simply be the adrenaline rush of being not-dead.

On my way back to the castle I had considered his distrust of me. If I acted overly deferential, slinking around with my voice quiet and my eyes downcast, that would be more suspicious than if I were just my own, unfiltered, slightly insubordinate self. Maybe it’s a cliché, but in this case, the best defense would be a solid offense.

“Bring that inside,” Shingen motioned to the basket. “I’m dying for dessert.” At Shingen’s beckon, Yuki and I followed him back to his room, where I deposited my prize onto his writing desk (GOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLL!). Shingen immediately dug in with the attitude of a man starving in the desert. Then, he tipped the basket towards us. “Help yourselves.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Yuki said. He continued to glare at the confections as if they had caused him a great insult.

The smell of the pastry had been torturing me all the way back from the shop – I honestly can’t remember the last time I had dessert… four years ago… maybe? I gratefully took him up on the offer, picked up the closest dumpling, and took a decent bite. My blood sugar level instantly tripled. Apparently Shingen has the palate of a nine year old boy. “Oh my God,” I managed to say.

Help!

“I know, right? Yuki doesn’t know what he is missing.” He fished around the basket for another sweet bun.

Tooth decay and a diabetic coma – that’s what he’s missing.

“Yuki can live with the deprivation,” said the man in question, who was clanking around in the fire pit.

Shingen pointed out the various treats. “If you like that one, then you have to taste this – they make it with red bean paste.”

“I’m still savoring the one I have.” I took as small a bite as I could get away with. I doubted I could realistically fake an mmmm noise. I’m a great liar – but there are limits to my talent.

Yuki discreetly passed me a cup of tea. Bless you, Yuki. Eager to change the subject before Shingen could ask me for a more detailed opinion on his beloved sugar grenades, I handed over his messages and reports.

I still hadn’t worked out how I was going to manage to secretly pass along the new information from Aki. Maybe it wouldn’t be necessary? Shingen had taken the sniper prisoner, so presumably the man was in the castle dungeon. Maybe he had already confessed to the assassination plot. “Have you questioned the man who tried to rob you last night?”

Shingen glanced up from a report he was scanning. “Unfortunately not. His wound turned septic and he hasn’t regained his senses.”

“Oh.” It was a good thing that I was already sitting down – otherwise I might have collapsed. I pictured the sniper as I had last seen him, moaning because an arrow - my arrow – had impaled his hand. I looked down at my own hand, a hand that not too long ago had born the imprint of a tokin. Tentatively I wiggled my fingers, imagining how it must have felt to feel the bite of metal tearing into it. If the sniper’s wound was gangrenous, then he’d probably lose his hand, maybe even-- “Is he likely to survive?”

Shingen looked at me like he was weighing several responses, before saying, “No. I doubt he will.”

So now, in addition to being a liar, I was also a killer.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. I hadn’t meant to kill anyone, but that didn’t change the outcome. It suddenly felt like there were no nerves in my fingertips, but at the same time, internally I was feeling everything – shock, regret, guilt – in a swirl of emotion that roared in my ears. The sweet pastry that had fallen like a rock into my stomach threatened to reverse course.

I killed someone. Someone who was alive two days ago will not be alive tomorrow because of me.

When I re-opened my eyes, Shingen was still silently regarding me. I wondered if he had ever – well, that was a ridiculous thought. He was the leader of the Takeda clan – he had to have killed many in battle. “Does it get easier?”

Yukimura shook his head and responded first. “No. Never has.” He cleared his throat a couple of times, and gulped down his tea.

But Shingen had a different answer. “Killing? Yes. You learn to put what must done in one part of your mind, separate from the you that lives through every day, walled away from your heart. You have to, or one day you’ll no longer be able to function. But it’s still within you.” He tapped his chest. “It’s still within you.”

I understood. I was going to have to live with this. I was going to have to learn how to live with it.

Shingen sighed, and raked his hair out of his eyes. “I won’t insult you by telling you this man was a criminal and probably has harmed or killed many others. You know that. You also now know what it’s like to kill and that will weigh upon you.”

It did. I appreciated the fact that he didn’t tell me to get over it, or offer a cliched platitude like, ‘war is hell, kid.’ He was treating me like the young man he thought me to be – and I needed to respond accordingly. “Yes, sir, it does.”

His eyebrows lifted at my return to formality. “I would have respected you less if it didn’t bother you.”

“I didn’t shoot to kill him, but I knew that every time I picked up a weapon, I faced that possibility. But – I never understood what that knowledge meant. I hadn’t expected the possible to ever become a reality.” I wondered if I could have avoided this outcome. “Maybe if I had aimed at the musket and not his hand,” I said, mostly to myself. I mentally placed myself back in that tree, remembered how excited I had felt at being part of something. I’d even somewhat joked with myself about adding ghostly noises. It had almost felt like a game. Target shooting… except the targets breathed and bled.

Again that tingling in the ends of my fingertips. I scraped my hands across the tatami mat, hoping that feel of the straw would ground me. Something nudged my arm: Yuki, offering me more tea. I shook my head.

Shingen allowed me another moment to wallow, then seemed to come to a decision. He tapped his hand on his desk to get my attention. “If that was anything more than a lucky – or unlucky, depending how you look at it – shot,” Shingen said, his words challenging my dark mood, “I will swear off confections for a week.”

Wait…. What? The sudden reversal in his tone nearly gave me whiplash, shocking me out my emotional turmoil.

I couldn’t let that affront to my archery skills stand. Insult my swordplay all you want, but I’m absolutely accurate with a bow. “That arrow went right where I intended it to go. I’ve made harder shots blindfolded.”

“Get your weaponry then and meet me on the grounds as soon as you can.” He got up and headed for the door, his long legs crossing the distance in three strides.

Once he was gone, I looked at Yuki, who had been quiet through this entire conversation. “Did he just challenge me?”

“Not sure, but if you win, I’m holding him to that no-dessert-for-a-week penalty.” Yuki thumped me on the shoulder. “So, you’ve gotta win.”

***

Not a duel. It was much, much worse than that, I discovered a short while later, when I arrived to face what appeared to be at least half the residents of the castle, and a field set up with five targets in varying sizes placed further and further back.

With a dramatic bow, Shingen addressed the spectators. “Greetings my friends and” … another bow to Mai who was cuddled up with Kenshin, “Goddess.” He then gestured to me. “My newest recruit has been bragging about his prowess with a bow. And since it’s such a beautiful day outside, it seems a perfect occasion to test him on this.”

No pressure there. Thanks boss.

Yuki, who had taken the whole “no-dessert” thing to heart, was pacing out the distance to the targets. Not exactly necessary, but since he’d been getting on my nerves, bouncing around my peripheral vision like a boxer’s trainer before the title match, I told him to go for it.

“Katsuhira will demonstrate the skills of accuracy and distance.” Shingen continued, while the vassal who this morning had held the bets was already running a book on this show as well. I noted Sasuke was first in line, and hoped that this time, he was betting on me, not against.

Yuki trotted back to me and said, “forty paces for the small targets, going all the way back to 150 for the big ones in the back.” Not even 100 meters, then. The targets Aki had had me practicing on were closer to 150, so this shouldn’t be a challenge – I mean, it wasn’t like they were asking me to bullseye whomp rats from a T-16. However, I would have liked to have been warned before this whole thing started, because I was getting tired of warlords and spymasters making decisions about my life without consulting me, but…details.

“Thanks Yuki. Better go place your bet and get that no-dessert thing in writing.”

While everyone got in on the betting action, I stood there trying to shut the world out. It was easier to pretend I was back at The Mountain, staring at the targets set out in front of the pear trees and the stables that I would have to repair if I missed a shot. There wasn’t any wind today, which was one thing I wouldn’t have to worry about. There was, however, a caterpillar crawling across my toes, but having killed one life form this week, I wasn’t about to compound that by killing another, so I ignored it.

I progressively narrowed my focus until it was a straight line from me to the first target. Then, without turning my head I said to Shingen. “Ready.”

“Not so fast.”

What? What now?

With my tunnel vision destroyed, I turned to look at him. He smiled and there was a hint of mockery in that look that boded ill for me. He turned to Mai, who handed him a long strip of fabric. “You did say you could have made that shot blindfolded.”

I had said that, yes indeed. Note to self. Stay away from hyperbole when discussing your skills.

I have trained a lot blindfolded, as Aki’s got an entire Jedi Master type philosophy when it comes to archery. But this was an unfamiliar field, and I needed a warm-up. “Practice shots first, without the blindfold,” I bargained.

“Fair enough.”

I turned back to the targets and sent ten arrows in succession zipping toward the targets, trying to set muscle memory. I missed my second and seventh shots, but hit the rest. Ok. I could do this. I would prefer not to have to do this in front of an audience with less than thirty minutes warning, but… I can do this.

“Ready,” I said again, this time not moving an inch from where I was standing, keeping my mental focus trained on where I felt – no, where I knew - the targets were. The tranquil air settled my senses, keeping me detached from everything except my bow and the inner vision of the targets.

Then Shingen stepped behind me, nearly as close as a hug, his body radiating heat, to tie the blindfold around my head. His breath and voice glided into my ear asking if I could see. Then he tightened it for good measure, and… there it was, a jolt that I felt when those warm, calloused fingers accidentally brushed across my face.

Reverb.

Ok, hormones, you and I need to have a long talk about choices... and timing.

Full text of the chapter posted on Tumbr this time; this chapter, previous chapters and prologue available on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32812042?view_full_work=true

[yuseifudoexclusive]

I apologize if this is late/if you're no longer taking these. I have a weird headcanon for Yusei - he is really good at sewing, specifically clothes ~N

I’m always open for discussing Yusei. Feel free to even create a profile or anything and we can talk more privately too!  As for the headcanon, I don’t see it, but it’s perfectly okay if you do! I don’t think Yusei is a super genius or great at everything like the show sometimes tries to make. I could see anytime Yusei has a rip or tear he asks Martha to sew it for him. Maybe his pants have split before and she sews it back up while he sits there in his boxers. XD Martha probably remarks how he’s still a thin lanky twig and that many females (like, say Aki/Akiza) finds that very sexy and he doesn’t need to be ripped to be attractive.

[ft-dads-au]

Break Free

Gratsu Weekend 2020 Prompt: Join Pairing: Gray x Natsu, Siegrain x Gray (not Jelray) A Collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404

AO3 | FF.Net | Takes place after Dancing to the Beat of Your Heart

August 14, 2021

Gray hurried into the train station, looking down at his watch to make sure Natsu’s train hadn’t arrived yet. His shoot had run longer than anticipated, but he’d raced out of the building as soon as he was done, hailing the first cab he’d encountered.

He’d wanted to turn the job down, but Hibiki had convinced him that it was a rather large sum of money for the amount of work required, plus they would also pay for his stay in Crocus. Once his mother had agreed to watch Aki for the weekend, he realized this could be a great opportunity.

Natsu worked pretty much all the time, but if he could somehow convince him to take the Saturday off and join him, then they could turn it into a weekend getaway. He was sure Makarov would love to watch the kids, and they could certainly use some time alone.

Gray and Aki had begun staying over every other Sunday. After getting used to sleeping on the same bed with him, Natsu had become more comfortable and curious about cautiously exploring their physical relationship, leading to some pleasurable evenings.

Gray looked at the platform numbers, stopping when he reached number seven. The train arrived at the platform, it’s brakes squeaking as it slowed down and finally came to a halt. He could easily spot the flash of bright pink moving through the crowd of passengers that were boarding and disembarking.

“I’m over here,” he waved, and Natsu turned to him with a smile. Gray grabbed him by the hand, guiding him into a less crowded area so he could pull him into an ardent kiss.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured into Natsu’s ear, giving him one last hug before once again grabbing his hand “I can’t wait to show you around, I even found an all you can eat place near the hotel for lunch.”

Natsu’s stomach rumbled in agreement, but Gray didn’t think he even noticed. He knew Natsu hadn’t traveled very much, although he’d always wanted to, and as they walked outside the train station, he devoured their surroundings eagerly.

Crocus was an older city, the capital of Fiore, it had long been known as the Flower Blooming Capital. It was easy to see why when there were flowers as far as the eye could see in every color imaginable. Flower beds decorated the sidewalks, while window boxes added a certain charm to many of the shops in the commercial district. Gardens were prominent features of the parks they passed on their way to their hotel.

Gray chuckled, occasionally squeezing Natsu’s hand when he made an over the top reaction, amused to see how much he was enjoying this. He couldn’t wait to show him around the capital, but his first priority was to get rid of the small suitcase that Natsu was carrying. Soon they reached the hotel where Gray had been staying since Thursday, and he led Natsu inside.

Natsu’s eyes widened comically as he took in the luxurious design of the lobby. Gray caught him staring dumbfoundedly at the elegantly dressed staff, so he quickly moved them towards the elevator.

Once they made it to the right floor and stood in front of the door to their room, Gray began to laugh heartily.

“What?”

“I don’t know, the way you’re acting. I almost feel like I should carry you over the threshold or something,” Gray teased.

“Fuck you!” Natsu objected, not liking the implication of those words.

“On second thought, I like your idea better,” Gray snickered, opening the door and hurrying inside to get out of the way of Natsu’s response.

“Very funny,” Natsu muttered before something outside the window caught his attention. He dropped his suitcase and rushed over to examine it, “I’ve just never seen anything so beautiful.”

Gray smiled as he came up behind him, holding him close while resting his head on his shoulder and murmuring, “I have,” into Natsu’s ear.

Natsu stopped gawking out the window and turned around, finally paying attention to his boyfriend. He touched their foreheads together, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of Gray’s cologne. “I missed you,” he admitted, threading his fingers through Gray’s dark hair.

“I’m here,” Gray’s voice was breathy as he nudged them ever closer to the bed until the only way to go was down. And Natsu complied, pulling Gray along with him as he sat down on the mattress and slowly laid back.

Although it had only been minutes since they’d locked lips at the train station, Gray felt ecstatic to be finally kissing Natsu again. He would probably never get sick of it, and every kiss they shared still brought him the same joy as it did the very first time.

They started slowly, but it didn’t take long before they got carried away. Their kisses became deeper, more passionate. For the moment, Gray had forgotten about the plans he had made in his head, the lunch, and the list of all the wonderful places in Crocus he’d thought would be fun for them to visit. His focus was only on his boyfriend. His warmth, his scent, the smoothness of his skin as Gray slipped his hands underneath his t-shirt. Natsu made soft sounds of pleasure against his lips, hums, and moans that were like music to Gray’s ears, and Gray wanted to hear more of it.

He let his hand travel lower, dipping below the waistband of Natsu’s jeans and tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his boxers. It elicited another wanton moan, but before Gray could move to get those jeans out of the way and give him some easier access, there was another sound coming from Natsu.

A low rumble coming from his stomach.

Gray knew they weren’t going to get anywhere when Natsu started giggling, interrupting their heated makeout session. He was quick to try and continue, but his stomach growled once again, and Gray let him go with a laugh, “Fine, fine, to be continued. Once your stomach starts doing that, it’s impossible to get you to focus on anything else.”

He could tell that Natsu wanted to protest, but as much as he’d enjoyed what they were doing, Gray knew he was going to be patient. Besides, for once, they had all night to play, without worrying about how loud they might get. They could pick up where they’d left off later, and he was already looking forward to that.

0-0

When they exited the restaurant, they were both stuffed, which wasn’t surprising considering their meal had turned into an eating competition which neither was willing to lose. It had finally ended when Gray had reminded Natsu they were wasting time that could be spent exploring.

They held hands and walked through the more colorful areas of the city, the ones that were mostly geared towards tourists, and Gray found he was enjoying himself despite having seen them plenty of times before. Seeing the awe in Natsu’s eyes as he took everything in made him want to show him everything. From the sculptures that decorated the fronts of many large buildings, to the street performers who entertained crowds with their tricks or haunting melodies, all the way to the shops, many of which sold items not often seen in Magnolia.

Natsu loved it all. He ran from place to place, pulling Gray along behind him until he noticed the one building that was larger than any other, dwarfing every other structure surrounding it.

“Is that a castle?” Natsu asked excitedly.

“Yep, it’s called Mercurius, a long time ago when Fiore used to be a monarchy the King and his family lived there but nowadays it’s mostly government offices, oh and it has some beautiful gardens you might like. I’ve done a few shoots there.”

“I’ve never seen a real castle before,” Natsu soon gave him the puppy eyes, “Can we go there?”

“Sure, why not?” Gray smiled.

“If we hurry, we might be able to take a tour,” Gray announced after looking up the information on his phone. They reached the castle in about twenty minutes. There was a long line for the tour, so they opted to walk around the gardens first.

“Erza would love it here,” Natsu smiled, taking picture after picture to show her. They followed a path that led them to a garden maze.

“I forgot this was here,” Gray exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of a challenge, “Want to see who can get to the center first?”

“You’re on,” Natsu was already grinning in a way Gray easily recognized. He had engaged his competitive mode. They each chose a different entrance, but before they could get started Gray’s phone rang.

He looked down and wrinkled his nose, “I have to take this.”

Gray motioned for Natsu to keep looking around while he took the call. It was Hibiki.

“Hey bro, hate to take you away from your day out, but they need reshoots,” Hibiki sighed, probably feeling bad that the shoot had proved to be such a pain.

Gray groaned, “We just got to Mercurius.”

“I’m sorry, but it shouldn’t take long, you can bring him with you and show off a little,” Hibiki suggested.

“Fine, we’ll be there soon,” Gray grumbled before hanging up.

He turned to see Natsu kneeling down in front of a particularly spectacular flower display, and he called out to him, snapping his picture when Natsu looked at him.

“Hey, no fair!” Natsu protested, “I wanted a picture of you.”

“Maybe we can get one together,” Gray declared, stopping a couple that was walking past and asking if they would mind taking their picture. He handed them his phone and stood next to Natsu, his arm draped over the shorter man’s shoulders as they both smiled for the camera.

Once the picture was taken, they thanked the couple and looked at the results. “Oh man, I look stupid,” Natsu complained.

“Look?” Gray teased holding his phone away so Natsu couldn’t delete the picture. “Come on, we have to go.”

“Go where?” Natsu asked curiously, “Who was on the phone?”

“Hibiki, my manager, I have to go back to Blue Pegasus for some retakes,” Gray apologized, but to his surprise, instead of seeming upset, Natsu looked excited.

“I’m going to get to see you work?”

“Yeah, trust me, it’s not in the least bit exciting. It’s a lot of getting ready to then wait for the photographer to take his pictures.”

“You get to see me work all the time,” Natsu reminded him.

Gray chuckled, grabbing his hand and leading him to the taxi line, “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

0-0

Hibiki texted him on the ride there, asking him to come in through the back entrance. That should have been his first clue that something was up, but he didn’t think anything of it, caught up as he was making out with Natsu in the cab to really think about anything other than what they would get up to after he was done working. Their kisses were growing more and more heated, and even though Gray wasn’t usually a fan of public displays of affection, right now, he didn’t care. He just wanted to finish the retake as quickly as possible so that they could get back to the hotel, and he could get Natsu out of those clothes.

They got out of the cab, and Gray led Natsu to the back of the building, where Hibiki was waiting for them. They hugged briefly, and Gray introduced Natsu to his friend.

“Hibiki, this is Natsu, my boyfriend,” he announced proudly, frowning a little at the appreciative once over Hibiki gave Natsu.

“So you’re the one Gray won’t stop talking about,” Hibiki smiled, “It’s very nice to finally meet you. Welcome to the Blue Pegasus Talent Agency, and might I say if you’re ever interested in giving modeling a try, I would love to represent you.”

“Down boy,” Gray laughed at his friend.

“What? He’s gorgeous, just look at those cheekbones, and those eyes” Hibiki went on talking about Natsu as if he wasn’t there.

“Stop making him uncomfortable, will ya? And tell me why I’m here?” Gray asked as they walked into the building, heading towards one of the sets.

“They decided their concept lacked originality or something,” Hibiki rolled his eyes, “You know how these creative types are.”

Gray immediately groaned, “Are you kidding me? After all the different shots they tried this morning?”

“I know, I know,” Hibiki soothed, “They assured me they wouldn’t take up much of your time, so why don’t you go get ready and hopefully you two can be out of here in an hour or two.”

They had arrived in front of the dressing room he’d used that morning, and he opened the door to find Eve, his previous assistant, and a makeup artist already waiting for him. Hibiki offered to give Natsu a tour of the building while Gray got ready, and he accepted, causing Gray to yell out, “Don’t sign anything!”

Hibiki chuckled, “I can’t promise I won’t try.”

“What’s the matter, Princess, afraid I’d be more popular than you?” Natsu taunted.

“Princess?” Hibiki snorted at the nickname, “Oh, I like him!”

“Should I show him the picture we took earlier?” Gray raised an eyebrow, laughing when Natsu hurried out of the room.

“So that’s Natsu, huh?” Eve asked as he grabbed the clothes that Gray discarded and handed him a robe. “He seems nice.”

Gray nodded, sitting down on the makeup chair and relaxing his features as much as possible to make it easier for the makeup artist to do her job.

“I’m glad you’re moving on,” Eve patted him on the shoulder before leaving the room to get the outfits Gray would need to wear from the clients.

“Me too,” Gray replied to the closed door, receiving another shoulder squeeze and a smile from the makeup artist.

Gray closed his eyes and willed himself to relax. As much as Hibiki wanted to remain as his manager, he knew this life was no longer for him. Every time he entered the building, he would tense up knowing he could bump into Siegrain at any moment. It hadn’t happened yet, but he had a feeling that was Hibiki’s doing.

The long shoots and crazy hours, the parties, and most of all, the interviews and the keeping up of appearances. None of it appealed to him anymore. Not that it ever had, but he’d put up with it for Siegrain’s sake. Back then, he’d thought they were a team, each building on the other’s successes, not having a clue of all the things Siegrain got up to behind his back. At this point, he just counted himself lucky that he hadn’t caught anything from his husband’s numerous affairs.

His life was most definitely in Magnolia now, with his family, and Natsu and their kids, but he’d continue doing these small jobs to help him get enough money together to open up the Taekwondo school he’d told Natsu about. It would be nice to teach others how to defend themselves and help them develop their minds and bodies. That was the kind of life he wanted to lead. Simple but full of meaning, joy, and, most importantly, love. He really looked forward to it.

Eve had hung up his wardrobe on a portable rack, and Hibiki finally returned with Natsu. From the way they were laughing like old friends, Gray could tell that Hibiki approved of him. The makeup artist finished up with some eyeliner, and he could feel Natsu’s eyes on him, making him feel a tad self-conscious when he stood up to get dressed.

“Eyeliner looks good on you,” Natsu announced, and while at first Gray thought his boyfriend was messing with him, his admiring glances told another story.

He put on the first set of clothes quickly, determined to get through the retakes as soon as possible, Natsu’s presence making it hard for Gray to concentrate on anything but him.

After an hour of wardrobe and lighting changes, he was finally done. He left the makeup on since Natsu had seemed to like it. And after putting his clothes back on, he guided him out of the building.

With a sly wink, Hibiki had informed them he’d sent a bottle of champagne to their room for their trouble and invited them to order whatever they wanted from room service before bidding them good night. Several members of the agency’s security staff walked them to a car Hibiki had arranged to take them back to the hotel.

It all felt over the top, but Hibiki was like that sometimes, so Gray didn’t think anything of it.

“Was it as boring as I said?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“Not at all, it was kind of interesting, but you’re right I could never do it,” Natsu admitted, “Having to be still for that long would drive me crazy. But you looked amazing. The way you changed your expressions and stuff, it was kind of like acting.”

Gray laughed, “Not even remotely, but thanks!”

“I could feel your eyes on me,” Gray whispered in Natsu’s ear, mindful of the driver, “It was so hard to focus, all I wanted to do was get you back to our room, and take off those clothes so we could pick up where we left off.”

He could hear Natsu swallowing hard at his words, and it turned him on even more. “Would you like that?” he teased, blowing warm air into Natsu’s ear and watching him squirm as he nodded.

Soon they arrived at the hotel, thanking the driver before hurrying inside. They were walking across the lobby and towards the elevator, arms wrapped around each other’s waist as they debated what to do for dinner when Gray suddenly heard Siegrain’s voice behind him.

“You must be quite pleased with yourself.”

He froze, not entirely clear as to what he was going on about but uncomfortable at having Natsu witness whatever circus this was going to devolve into. When he finally turned around to face his ex, he was baffled by what he saw. Siegrain’s substance abuse had had a dramatic effect on his appearance. It hadn't even been that long since Gray last saw him for negotiations, but he looked at least 10 years older. His hair was matted, his skin was dry and impure, and he'd lost weight.

“What are you doing here?!” Gray demanded, pulling Natsu behind him. He could feel Natsu fighting his grip, but he held on tightly knowing Natsu’s short temper.

“You have some nerve saying that to me after getting me kicked out of Pegasus,” Siegrain ignored Gray’s question, preferring to continue with his tirade.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Gray stated calmly, “I was only there for some reshoots.”

“You think you’re such a big deal, don’t you?” Siegrain narrowed his eyes, studying Natsu in a way that made Gray nervous, “Tell me, are you enjoying making a fool out of me in front of our friends?”

“Let’s take this outside, alright? No one here is interested in this,” Gray declared, trying to sound reasonable, “Natsu, wait for me upstairs, will you?”

“Like hell I’m leaving you alone with this asshole,” Natsu raged, and Gray could see from the stubborn set of his jaw that there was nothing he could do outside of carrying him over his shoulder that would get Natsu to return to their room.

“I can take care of myself, remember?” Gray assured him.

“I know, but I’m not about to give him the chance to hurt you.”

Gray looked from one man to the other and, with a long-suffering sigh, walked out to the hotel’s entrance. They could follow him if they wanted, but he wasn’t about to make a scene in the lobby. Natsu was right behind him, asking him in a whisper if he was okay.

Siegrain stomped after them, “Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you!”

“What is it that you want?” Gray crossed his arms across his chest, feigning boredom even though his heart was beating a mile a minute. “We have plans.”

“I want to talk to you, I miss you.” Siegrain attempted to look genuine, but it only managed to make Gray feel even warier. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“You missed me?” Gray scoffed, “Well, it sure as hell didn’t seem like you did when you were plowing everything in sight.”

“Come on, Baby, we don’t need all these lawyers, we’ve always been able to work things out between us.”

Siegrain flashed him one of his most charming smiles, and once upon a time, that would have been enough to get Gray to do whatever he wanted, but that spell had broken long ago. Now Gray could only wonder how he had ever been so naive as to fall for it in the first place, and it filled him with sadness and shame that he’d let this man mistreat him for so long.

“You had more than enough time to work things out, Siegrain, you just weren’t interested.”

Siegrain took a step closer, still flashing that same smile, like a scam artist that is only capable of one trick, “I know I’ve made mistakes, and it cost me our relationship, but you’ve made mistakes too. Can’t we put those behind us? Have a coffee with me sometime, now that you’re making your comeback, there are some amazing opportunities we can discuss. No one knows you better than me, let me put that to work for us! We’ll make millions, all you have to do is drop Hibiki. Come back to me.”

Gray stared at Siegrain in shock. No one knows you better than me? Come back to him? The man was delusional, scratch that, he was certifiable, but before he could respond, Natsu did so for him.

“Not a chance,” Natsu growled, putting his arm around Gray’s waist while openly glaring at Siegrain. “He doesn’t need you, he already has a manager looking after his best interests.”

“What’s this?” Siegrain scowled, gesturing towards Natsu, “We’re not even officially divorced yet, and you’ve already replaced me with a boy toy?”

“Let me make myself perfectly clear, I have no interest in pursuing any kind of relationship with you. Now or ever,” Gray’s eyes bore into Siegrain, “As for him, he’s none of your business. If that’s all you wanted you can go. As I’ve already said, we have plans.”

“You cockslut!” Siegrain screeched, “Where the hell do you get off talking to me like that?! I made you what you are! You were just some punk college kid without a jewel to his name when I found you.”

“Yeah?” Gray replied calmly, thanking God that Natsu was with him because trying to keep him from doing something stupid was allowing him to remain collected. “Well, it was this punk college kid that allowed you to live the lifestyle you’re so enamored of.”

“Can I just deck him?” Natsu pleaded, both his fists twitching at his sides.

“He’s not worth it,” Gray replied, searching for Natsu’s hand and lacing their fingers together both as a source of strength and a declaration.

“Also, Aki is doing well. I know you haven’t asked, but seeing as you were so determined to see him, I thought you might want to know.” He turned them around, trying to enter the hotel before things escalated, but Siegrain called after them.

“Fuck you and that snot-faced brat! Out of all the mistakes I’ve made, he was the biggest one!”

Gray could feel Natsu struggling in his grip, and he was almost tempted to let him loose, but he held firm. He turned around,” He is the only thing to come out of our marriage that I don’t regret. But I’m not surprised to hear you say that. You’ve never cared about anyone but yourself.”

Siegrain laughed, “Oh, I care about plenty of things, you just don’t happen to be one of them.”

Now it was Gray’s turn to laugh, “Was that supposed to hurt me? You’re going to have to do better than that. You know, I wasn’t going to say anything, but since we’re finally sharing truths here’s one. You look like shit, man. All strung out and itching for a fix. What’s the matter? Did people stop finding you interesting once my money ran out?”

Gray felt the blood dripping even before the pain of Siegrain’s fist colliding with his nose exploded in his head. He could hear the doorman calling the police, but all he was concerned about was Natsu’s response to him being hit.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Siegrain smirked, looking quite satisfied with himself, “Every single time you’d start in on me about spending more time together or whining about the brat, I fantasized about doing it. Gotta say it felt as good as I imagined it would.”

He wasn’t sure whether he let go of Natsu’s hand or if he managed to wrestle it free, but the result was the same. There was no hesitation, Natsu charged at Siegrain, his fist already flying toward his face, and Gray could see he’d made no effort to control his force. He had expected that, but what he hadn’t expected were the words that came out of his mouth as he held Siegrain up by his shirt collar, ready to punch him again.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Natsu glowered, “You had everything, and yet you threw it all away for some cheap thrills. You never deserved either of them, and I swear, if you ever try to come at Gray again, I will be there.”

Siegrain spit out a tooth, wiping his mouth of the blood that had sprayed out with it. He stared at Natsu for a full minute before announcing with a sneer, “He’s a lousy lay, but you probably already know that. Am I right?”

“I’m sure he’s better than you could ever hope to be,” Natsu retorted.

Gray was done with the whole conversation, “Just let him go,” he said tiredly, noticing for the first time that there was a group of people watching them, some even had their phones out and appeared to be recording. “Great, it’s going to be all over the news, Lyon is going to kill me.”

He tried to disregard the sting he’d felt at hearing Siegrain say those words. Even if they had only been meant as provocation, they reinforced the insecurity he had always felt over whether that was the reason Siegrain had sought his pleasure with others.

Throughout their relationship, Gray had agreed to do so many things he wasn’t proud of, things he’d rather forget, in the hopes that Siegrain would look at him with the same love he had once felt, but he realized now how futile that had all been.

The police arrived at the scene, separating the three of them and asking them what had happened. The doorman verified that Siegrain had instigated the whole incident, including throwing the first punch, and they viewed various videos that corroborated their story.

They handcuffed Siegrain and escorted him to the back seat of a squad car. It didn’t really seem to bother him, and as he climbed in, he made sure to get Gray’s attention, mouthing, “You’re going to regret this,” with a crazed grin.

Gray tried to ignore him. In the morning, they’d have to go to the police station to give their official statements, and to officially press charges, Lyon would have a fit if he didn’t. But for now, they were free to go.

0-0

The hotel doctor had already taken a look at his nose, resetting it and making sure the bleeding had stopped, though that didn’t keep Natsu from fretting over him. They rode the elevator in silence, Gray feeling tired and humiliated.

He could feel Natsu’s gaze on him, but it wasn’t until they entered their room that he finally spoke.

“So that was Siegrain, huh? He was kind of a dick,” Natsu fiddled with his hands nervously, “I’m still having a hard time believing he’s related to my boss.”

Gray could only nod in agreement, feeling overwhelmed by the whole encounter. He scowled at his phone, knowing he’d have to call Lyon soon and dreading the harsh words he knew his friend would have for him, no matter how deserved they were.

“I’ve got to call Lyon, why don’t you look at the Room Service menu, we might as well take Hibiki up on his offer.”

Natsu reached out for the menu and looked through it as Gray locked himself into the room’s spacious bathroom.

By the time Lyon was finished asking all his questions, and Gray had called Hibiki to give him a heads up, the food Natsu had ordered had already arrived, along with the champagne bottle Hibiki had promised them.

“Lyon and Hibiki will meet us at the police station tomorrow morning,” Gray sighed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration as he slid down to the carpeted floor.

He looked at what should have been their dinner, finding he’d lost his appetite. Part of him kept wondering what Siegrain had meant by his parting words, while the rest searched for a way to forget the whole incident so he could once again focus on Natsu.

“Siegrain always could ruin a mood.”

“We don’t have to let him,” Natsu pointed out as he opened the champagne bottle, smiling at the noise the cork made when it popped and quickly filling two flutes with the bubbly drink as it burst out. He placed the bottle back in the ice bucket and handed one to Gray.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted, so I ordered a few things,” Natsu offered him one of the plates, but he shook his head, earning a rare frown from his boyfriend. Despite his obvious disapproval, he didn’t push.

He could feel Natsu’s eyes on him, and afraid of what he might see, he quickly sipped his drink, attempting to smile in enjoyment before he could ruin Natsu’s evening too. But of course, he wasn’t fooled.

“I only know the little you’ve told me, but I do know this. You’re incredibly strong, Gray, and a great father,” Natsu put the plate back on the table and sat down next to him, “You don’t owe that sonofabitch anything, not after the way he treated the both of you.”

Gray absorbed that thought, recognizing Natsu was right. He had given enough of himself over to Siegrain during their marriage, and more often than not only gotten put-downs or backward compliments in return. He didn’t owe him a thing, but that didn’t change the way he felt right now.

“I’m sorry,” Gray studied the designs on the carpet, not wanting to see Natsu’s reaction to his words. “I wanted tonight to be special for you, but I— I just can’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Natsu lifted his chin, forcing him to look at him, “It already is special, I’m here with you, aren’t I? I don’t care what we do.”

Gray didn’t answer. While he appreciated the sentiment, he couldn’t help but feel like he was failing them.

Natsu got up and walked over to his suitcase, opening it up and rummaging through its contents until he’d found what he was looking for. He returned, holding a small bottle of some kind and placing it on the nightstand.

“I’d wanted to surprise you,” Natsu smiled, sounding shy, which was rather unlike him, “but now seems like a perfect time.”

Gray peered at the bottle curiously, but before he could read the label, Natsu had blocked his view.

“Gray,” Natsu sighed, “the way Siegrain treated you, it’s just like you once told me, it was emotional abuse. He made you feel bad about yourself for his own benefit. And he knows that if nothing else, he still has that over you, and he’ll continue to use it against you for as long as he can because he still gets off on having some semblance of control over you.”

“But that’s not what love is like at all,” he leaned down, capturing Gray’s lips in a gentle kiss, “Real love is warm and unconditional.”

Natsu began to pepper him with soft kisses, his fingers fumbling with Gray’s shirt buttons, kissing each newly exposed patch of skin until Gray started to giggle from the ticklish sensation, “What are you doing?”

“Showing you the love you deserve,” Natsu murmured, continuing to trail kisses down Gray’s chest, “but if I can make you laugh, that makes me happy too.”

“I’ve never had anyone see me the way you do,” Gray whispered as he felt his shirt fall off his shoulders. Natsu gestured for him to remove his pants, and Gray stood up and did so, finally realizing what Natsu was up to. He settled on the bed lying on his stomach, feeling Natsu climb on beside him, the weight of his body on his as he stretched to get the bottle which Gray could now see was some sort of scented massage oil.

The warming sensation on his skin as Natsu’s fingers worked on his shoulders, kneading at the tension that sat there, felt wonderful. For a few minutes, he was able to forget what had happened earlier, but then he turned his head slightly, wanting to catch a glimpse of Natsu only to be struck by the affection he saw reflected in those green eyes he’d come to know so well.

It made him tear up because in the nine years he’d been with Siegrain, he’d never once looked at him like that, and it brought up all the negative emotions he’d been struggling with since the moment Siegrain had shown up. Gray huddled into himself, not wanting Natsu to see him like this, not when he was trying so hard to bring him out of it.

“Hey, whatever you’re thinking right now, stop it.” Natsu tapped him on the head gently, before shifting his attention to Gray’s back and eliciting a deep moan. “Look, I don’t know what that asshole said to you over the years, but I do know none of it is true. He never understood how special you really are or how lucky he was to have you. But I do, every time I look at you, I thank my lucky stars that you came into my life, and I’m sorry it took me so long to understand how I felt.”

Gray found himself smiling at Natsu’s words, wishing he could just accept them at face value, but he knew he was in trouble. From the moment he’d decided to grab Aki and leave for Magnolia he’d only been focused on the safety and well-being of his son where his issues with Siegrain were concerned.

He’d been running and hiding non-stop, from Siegrain himself and from their shared past. As long as he focused on others, he could detach himself from his own emotions, stick his head into the sand. But both the disastrous confrontation and Natsu’s words had brought them to the surface, and as much as he’d wanted to, he couldn’t ignore them anymore.

“If anything, I’m the lucky one,” Gray confessed, “And I know you’re right, my heart even agrees with you but my mind... it just isn’t there yet.”

“We’ll get there. I know we will because I will personally drill it into your thick skull,” Natsu assured him with one of his signature grins, and Gray couldn’t help but snort in response.

“That’ll be a first. Usually, it’s me trying to drill things into your thick skull, Darlin’,” Gray teased, laughing at Natsu’s anguished groan as he was reminded of their study sessions.

Even though their usual banter had improved his mood considerably, Gray understood there was no way he could go through with his intentions of making love to Natsu during their getaway. Regardless of how excited he’d been earlier that day at the thought of them reaching a new milestone, or how eager Natsu might have acted. Siegrain’s presence still haunted him. His words had brought all of Gray’s insecurities to the surface, and he was determined not to let Siegrain ruin anything else for him, especially when it was something as meaningful as this.

Natsu put all of himself into everything he did, and Gray knew that when they finally had sex, it would be no different. But he also wanted to be able to do the same, and as long as they hadn’t dealt with their respective feelings regarding Lisanna and Siegrain, that wouldn’t be possible for either of them.

He was still a little disappointed with the outcome. It had felt so right that morning, and it was a bitter pill to swallow, this feeling that rather than moving forward, they had somehow taken a step back, but he recognized it was the right decision for now. To feel his concern for his welfare, and know that he didn’t care that Gray was in some ways broken, made him love Natsu that much more.

Gray let himself enjoy the rest of the massage, feeling his body surrender to those nimble fingers, and growing drowsier with every passing minute. He barely felt it when Natsu left the bed to clean up and turn off the lights, or when he climbed in next to him, wrapping them up in the covers and pulling him into his arms before kissing him good night.

And so cradled in the warmth of Natsu’s loving embrace, Gray drifted off to sleep, holding on to the thought that he was no longer going to grant Siegrain the power to hurt him.

To be continued in The Horrible Return of Siegrain…

A/N: This is quite literally the most infuriating story we have tackled since we started collaborating. As an example this was the original summary/plot idea:

Gray and Natsu finally reach a point where they both feel ready to have sex. Natsu is terrified, having never had gay sex before but Gray takes good care of him.

And that was our intention, to show how much they had progressed and maybe do some fluffy pwp. And we tried, we really did, we have plenty of false starts saved up that refused to go anywhere because the moment Siegrain showed his stupid face we knew they weren't ready, they were both still too vulnerable and they were literally screaming at us.

You often hear about characters having their own ideas and that is exactly what happened here and eventually, we stopped fighting them and listened, deciding they knew better than we did what was best for them after that confrontation.

It also set up the continuation to their story which as we said will be called The Horrible Return of Siegrain, keep an eye out for it but it will honestly be a while as we have other stories/events to get through first.

We hope you liked Gray and Natsu's story up until now!

[mediioxumate]

i was listening to mal blum the other night, and got slammed with the urge to write about the night of the assassination. cw for heavy grief, dysphoria, disordered eating, passive self harm, vomiting, the works. ~2k words.

alternatively titled, goro akechi and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad night.. 

Your body looks to me A way it never has before And is this what's making you so sad, And what you did this for?

Shooting Akira - no - murdering Akira, does not feel like a victory. It doesn’t feel like a step towards his revenge and salvation.

It feels empty and repulsive. It feels like the burn of the acid in his throat as he dry heaves into the shitty toilet in his tiny bathroom in his cramped apartment. Every space is too small - it’s like he can’t get out of the interrogation room. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t. Another violent shudder racks his body as he gags again. 

His hair is stringy with sweat, sticking to his forehead, and the fingers white knuckling the porcelain edge don’t bother to pull it away or back, and he isn’t sure they can. This shouldn’t have been this hard, he’s never been this bad - not even after his first mission for Shido. But killing someone in the metaverse, they just… disappear. Palace rulers and Mementos denizens simply evaporate. Just an hour ago, he’d seen Akira- Kurusu’s eyes go dead, saw the blood drip, drip, drip down his face before his head dropped with a wet thud on the table. 

Fuck. Fuck.

Eventually, he can finally stand on wobbly legs, wandering towards his bedroom and stripping everything from his body. He’s already disposed of his gloves on his way home, for the first time finding them itchy and restrictive and claustrophobic. Now, his palms are littered with indents from the way his nails fiercely dug into them, grounding himself with the sting. 

Akechi means to take a shower. But for the time being, he can’t seem to move back to the bathroom, another wave of nausea passing through him just at the thought. Instead, he turns slowly, cautiously towards the mirror in his room. 

Strange. It’s like looking at a picture - maybe some kind of abstract film. He’s looking through his eyes, but he can’t seem to place the boy in the mirror. Their scars match, and the hair is right enough, he supposes. With his make up sweated off, his complexion is uneven, and the bags under his eyes are so intense they could be some kind of weird fashion trend. The boy looking back at him feels so removed from what he’s crafted and built up. It’s the most intense dysphoria and dysmorphia he’s had since he was still being passed foster home to foster home. This body is not his. It looks different - and yet exactly the same. 

The hand in the reflection mirrors the movements of his own, drawing over the pallid skin of his torso, fingers lingering over the scars on his chest. His posture has deteriorated, hunching as he hopes to curl in, in, inward until he swallows himself whole. 

His hip bones and ribs jut out just slightly, just muscles on bone. It’s laughable. Strip away layer after layer, turn them into walls, and this is what’s left. Some sad excuse for a person. 

His eyes scan the frame in the mirror one more time before he resolves to shower. He needs to turn the stream on as hot as it will go, and scrub every inch of skin until it’s raw. It still won’t be enough - he’s never going to feel clean again and he knows it. How had he ever thought the clip of Okumura kicking it on national television prepared him for murdering Aki- no - Kurusu?

Beaten and broken enough, under the stream his thoughts wander to where he’s been avoiding all night. Akira is the only one who’s… gotten through to him, in so long. Of course he had to go and be the fucking leader of the Phantom Thieves. That really is just the way of Goro’s life, huh? He doesn’t want Akira to be dead, and doesn’t want to have it be at his hand. His apartment feels hollow and empty, and the thoughts he’d had, that maybe one day - one day he could bring A- Kurusu here. 

It was a stupid thought, he knew it was a stupid thought, and yet here he is, skin pink and stinging under the water, body racked with sobs bubbling out of his chest. He doesn’t know how to deal with regret, the new wave of nausea. He’s never questioned himself, ever since he saw the pale, lifeless form of his mother, he’s never questioned his drive to get back at the pitiful man that is his father. It’s always been worth it, always about him, damn whoever gets in his way, damn the collateral damage. Then he’d met Kurusu, and then Sakura-chan and Okumura-san and suddenly, his actions became a painful, stark reality. 

Until then, he’d always considered his targets collateral. Stupid elites and researchers who don’t know how to stay out of the way. Each one just another disposable pawn. But, suddenly, he goes from knowing unsettling details about Wakaba Isshiki’s daughter, to seeing her. Seeing her struggling to acclimate still, but also bouncing back because she has a support system - and the Okumura girl too. 

Goro Akechi thinks he might be fucking jealous. 

Jealous! After all he’s done, and all he’s been through, he’s fucking jealous. 

There’s no surface in the world abrasive enough to scrub himself of these feelings. Instead, in some kind of weird absurdity, he shaves every inch of his body from the neck down, leaving countless slips and nicks in the way. Nothing intentional - never intentional - but certainly not being cautious with his movements by any means. He runs the razor over his skin again and again, until there’s nothing else he could possibly scrape away, even if he wanted to. 

At some point, he realizes the water is running cold. And he’s shivering.

The steam against the cold water is a strange sensation. Some kind of awful, mocking poetry about his life he supposes, meshing things that simply should not be together. Hollow, cracking laughter fills his ears, and belatedly it registers that the sound is coming from him. Perhaps it’s him that’s lost it this time. Wouldn’t that be funny? Maybe one of the little thieves have finally caved, maybe that’s why he’s reacting - he’s been bested by his own trick! That must be it, right? That he’s having some kind of mental shutdown. It’s the only explanation. 

Why is that more comforting to him than accepting that he may have been attached to Kurusu? The thought is jarring, out of left field. He doesn’t need to accept that - doesn’t need to accept anything. Damn it- damn it.

He shuts the water off. 

For a moment, he considers sitting right there on the shower floor, considers sitting on the cold, hard ground until he dries off, dries up, shrivels away. Instead, he steps out of the shower, standing on his sorry excuse for a bath mat that’s just a dish towel, feeling the rivulets of water drip from his hair and travel down his raw, oversensitive skin. What’s your secret, Detective Prince? How do you exfoliate, Akechi? How do you stay so slim? How is your skin so clear? You have such a soft, young face! Do you even wear makeup Akechi?

He towels off. 

One more moment as he considers retching into the toilet again, it’s right there after all. His stomach is still churning despite being as empty as it possibly could be. But he’s exhausted, he doesn’t think he has the energy even for that, though he’s fairly certain sleep will not come either. Not that he deserves it. 

Quietly, he moisturizes his raw skin, despite the sting. Tomorrow, he has another TV appearance, where the capture and suicide of the leader of the Phantom Thieves will have just been announced. And he will make a statement against him, call him a coward. He will flaunt his assumptions about the age of the vigilantes, and he will call the death a cowardly tragedy. Desperately, he works to rebuild that walls that have crumbled tonight. The interviewers will rip him apart without his mask. 

All he can manage to put on are some soft, worn boxers before collapsing into the bed in the corner of his room. 

Idly, he wonders, now that Kurusu is out of the way, when Shido will dispose of him. How. It’s bound to happen, he can only simply hope that he gets there first. But even now, the fire is burning low. He’s tired - so, so fucking tired. This is all that’s been powering him for so long, but after tonight, he doesn’t want to do this anymore. Idly, his fingers trace the scars on his chest again. It feels dirty, and wrong, and attached to Shido. Seems he traded dysphoria for complete alienation from his body. But at least his chest is flat, right? At least his jaw is sharper, his voice deeper, his hips slimmer. At least, at least, at least. 

The affirmations are tired. It gets harder, each day to believe them, to justify any of this. He’s so angry at the world, he’s always been angry, and this has always been the only way. But each stumbling, criminal confession sits heavy on his doubt. And now it’s snapped and collapsing under the weight of Kurusu’s head hitting the metal table. 

His mind wanders, now, to the bruises and cuts on every visible inch of skin. The way Akir- Kurusu flinched when he moved, the hazy look in his eyes, no doubt from the drugs. He hadn’t even said a word, simply stared back at… back at Goro. Looked him in the eyes, lips forming a small, surprised ‘o’ as Akechi tried to monologue, to justify, to convince Kurusu and himself that this was the only way. He hadn’t flinched, hadn’t moved a muscle, even with a gun to his forehead, he’d simply let it happen. 

That brilliant boy, with so much fight in him, had just sat there. Just fucking sat there.

And Akechi, ever weak, almost thought about shooting the handcuffs off instead, defying Shido, taking him into hiding. They weren’t going to examine the body anyway, he could hide Akira at his apartment maybe, maybe he could still switch sides. Maybe it wasn’t too late for him. But as blood pooled around the guard on the floor, there was no coming back from it. He’s a murderer. Plain, clear as day. So he simply did as he was taught, did as he should have. And he shot the leader of the Phantom Thieves. 

Another laugh leaves him, weaker this time, quieter. And before long, the laughter twists and changes over to sobs. They’re rough, and his face feels gaunt and empty, like he’s taken all of the moisture out of it. 

He’s so worthless. He’s always known it, and now he can’t even muster the strength for his one cause, the one thing he’s dedicated himself to. Pathetic. All because of a stupid boy with messy hair, who was never afraid to disagree with him, who made Akechi believe, fleetingly, that he could have better, that there wasn’t just Akechi inside him, but Goro too. Akira with his stupid plush lips, stupid fake glasses, stupid competitive grin, the way he would bump his foot into Goro’s under the table at the jazz club, the way he danced his way into Goro’s life, attached there like a fucking parasite. The way he still invited Goro out, even after he said he hated him. 

And now, Akira is...gone. 

More laughter bubbles up in his chest, but this time he can’t stop. Hysterical laughter and sobs become one in the same, wracking his entire body until sleep finally, finally wins.