#e idea wouldn't leave me so here ya go

[babybatgrimm]

Patchwork and Platforms | Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Medic!Reader {Chapter 1, Page 1}

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Summery: Ghost, ever vigilant, is caught off guard by the reality of who the 141's new medic is outside of work.

Warnings: fem!reader, goth!reader, canon injuries, swearing, needles, stitches, use of she/her/her's, reader call sign is Stitch/Stitches

A/N: this is my first story on here, and my first in awhile, so I apologise if I'm rusty 😅 I had this (very self indulgent) idea awhile ago, decided it was time to make it a reality, enjoy!

It had been a long one, but the mission was finally over. However, Ghost, along with a few others, had managed to get injured somewhere along the way.

As the chopper touched down back at base, Ghost half stepped, half fell, out of the door onto the tarmack, steadying himself before, slowly but surely, limping his way to the infirmary. He'd never been one to let someone else take care of him, but something about the experience was easier when it was her.

Stitches. A rather short medic, though who isn't compared to him? Her eyes sparkled as she looks up at him, wearing her usual lab coat and long scrub pants, smiling sweetly at the much larger man in her doorway. Her smile quickly fades to an upset pout as she noticed his leg, bloodstained pants covering what she ssumes are bullet holes.

As she rises from her desk, she gives a small huff, gently leading Ghost to the table before grabbing the necessary tools; scissors, a needle, sucher, gauze, disinfectant, and cotton swabs. Making her way back over to his side, looking up at him before she spoke.

"I need to see your leg, can I cut this?" She asks with a velvet voice, gently moving the fabric of his pants when he nods, she began delicately snipping the fabric to make the wounds visible. A short sigh leaves her lips at the sight of two holes, one in the lower thigh, the other in the middle.

"This is gonna sting." She warns, gently soaking the cotton swabs in disinfectant. "Ready?" Her soft eyes met his, Ghost giving a short nod, followed by a soft wince as the disinfectant starts to do it's job. Gently wiping the blood away and disinfecting the wounds, she grabs the needle to start stitching him up.

"What'd I do withou' ya'?" Ghost chuckles softly, watching her steady hands effortlessly stitch his leg closed. She smiles softly, her eyes not leaving her task as she replies.

"You'd all be long gone without me," she giggles, snipping the end of the sucher twine and placing them to the side. "Especially you and Soap" she teases, gently sticking the gauze over the stitches before wrapping his leg in a bandage.

"Suppose you can't leave us then" Ghost replies, looking at his leg before sitting up slowly, watching her take off her gloves and throw them in the bin.

"You lot wouldn't last five minutes if I left" she teased, giggling as she turns back to looks at him "so I guess not" she smiles up at him as he stands up "good as new" she gestures to his leg.

Ghost chuckles low in his chest, barely more than a rumble like stones in a cave. "Thanks Stitch" he says before starting to walk away, something telling him to pause and turn around. He takes a moment to compose himself before he speaks again. "Hey Stitches?"

Hearing his voice again, she turns back to him from her desk, a soft, confused, mildly concerned look on her face "yes, Ghost?" She asks, her voice sweet as honey.

His breath hitches in his throat at her saying his name. He forces a deep breath. "I was wondering if you'd wan' ta' come out with Johnny an' I. We're going to a pub 'e found in town and won't shut up abou'" he tries to sound calm, but there's a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Much to his surprise, he watches the corners of her mouth quirk up into a soft, sweet smile "what's the dress code?" She asks with a hint of amusement at his nervousness.

Ghost can't help but blink in surprise 'i didn't think that'd work' realising that he's staring, he clears his throat in an attempt to compose himself. "Uh.. well, just.. whatever you'd usually wear out with friends?" He asks more than says it, feeling the heat build behind his mask.

"sure, I'll meet you there then?" She smiles at him, as if oblivious to his nervousness. He was a bit thankful for it, but also somewhat disappointed, though he wasn't sure why.

Ghost is slumped in a booth, sitting beside Soap, who's in the middle of the curved seat. Intently listening to soaps rambles, he scans the room.

Minutes pass by, Soap continuing to drone on as ghost slowly lost track of what he was saying as he keeps an eye out for her, waiting for her small figure to come into view.

After about an hour, he's looking between his glass and Soap, given up on her coming when Soap shoves his elbow. Ghost shoots him a glare before realising Soap is staring at something, or rather, someone. Turning his head to follow Soap's gaze, his own landing on her. No longer the soft, cute medic he'd come to know.

Before him, making her way to the table, he can't help but take in every detail. The black, platform boots that make her almost his height, the ripped skinny jeans, the cropped hoodie that meets the hem of her jeans with chains resting over her hip. Her lips stained black with lipstick, the sharp cateye eyeliner, paired dark red eyeshadow. It was like a dream striding toward him.

His eyes continue to linger as she smiles at the two men, taking a seat in the booth, across the table from Ghost. He only realises he's been staring when Soap kicks his shin, greeting her and striking up a conversation as she flags down the bartender to order.

After a few minutes, Soap announces he needs to use the bathroom, fumbling as he climbs out of the booth, trotting off to the bathroom in the corner. Ghost stares down at his glass before his breath hitches at the sound of her voice.

"you just gonna stare at me all night, or are you gonna say somethin'?" She asks, sipping her drink as she eyes him, watching his reaction. He takes a deep breath, lifting his eyes to meet hers. He swallows the lump in his throat, toying with his glass as he speaks.

"jus' wasn't expectin' ya' to look like... This" he gestures to her, feeling his chest ache as he watches her smile twist into a frown

"you don't like it?" She pouts slightly, he quickly shakes his head, waving a hand in defence. "No no, I do, I just.. wasn't what I expected is all." He mumbles, his voice low as his eyes drop back to his glass, drinking the rest and flagging the bartender for another.

"well?"

"well what?"

"do you like it?" She asks, her voice filled with curiosity and something else Ghost can't quite pinpoint. He gazed back up at her, meeting her questioning eyes as he takes a moment.

"I do."

"really?"

"yes." He says bluntly, nodding to the bartender as he's given another glass, before looking back at her "I just expected something... Softer." He states simply, sipping his drink.

"why, cause I'm a medic?"

"no, just seemed like you'd rather something like that. But I ain't complainin'" he chuckles, low, almost inaudible amongst the noise of the pub, especially when Soap makes his way back to the table, yelling something, but it only fell on deaf ears as Ghost watched her, examining every detail of her face the way it is, noting the way her nose scrunches as Soap makes her laugh, the small crease on her cheekbone that come out when she smiles.

Hours, many drinks, and laughter pass before the three decide it's time to head back to base.

Ghost has Soap's arm draped over his shoulder, carrying him as he stumbles, slurring his words as he looks up at the larger man "you teh' best LT!" he grins before hiccuping and almost falling if it weren't for Ghost's hold on him.

Soft thuds follow along beside Ghost, keeping an eye on Soap as she keeps up with Ghost's walking pace. She shakes her head and giggles as Soap professes how much he appreciates the two as they walk back onto base, ghost quickly taking Soap to his room, leaving Stitches to wonder back to her own.

After about an hour however, Stitch hears a solid, but soft, knock on her door. She paused in confusion before walking over to the door, as she opens it, she's met with the chest of Ghost, who she looks up at and smiles.

Ghost pauses, taking in her smile, examining her now plain face and clothes. 'she looks a lot more comfortable' he thinks to himself before speaking. "I uh.. I jus' wanted to tell ya, I.. thought you looked really good. Earlier. I mean, not that you don't now, I just-" his nervous rambles are interrupted by her sweet giggle.

He looks down at her, the tension in his shoulders easing as she smiles at him. "Thank you, Ghost." He paused for a moment before replying. "My names Simon."

"Thank you, Simon." She says softly, soon closing the door once again. Ghost stands there for a moment, smiling softly to himself as he makes his way back to his room.

PT 2?

[raindropren]

I think i should make a hermitcraft camp au

AS A PERSON WHO HAS NEVER BEEN TO A CAMP, IT WILL BE INFLUENCED BY MY BUNK'D OBSESSION WHEN I WAS like 9, CAMP CAMP, AND MY OWN INSANITY ALONE!

Everyone will be like 14-17 and it will be VERY Found Family!!!! U can take the hermits being family to eachother from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xisuma is the Volunteer camp counselor, His parents said it'd be good to be out in nature and would be good for him!! Real Life Experience!! and they dragged him into the role. He did not want to deal with kids(elementary schoolers can be mean...) but he was pleasantly surprised to find people more his age(That being 15 at the time) He took to it well but he is slowly going insane, do not mistake that.

The camp itself is just, alittle illegal, like a camp counselor started at 15 and i don't think he should of been without adult supervision but whatever!

by the second year of camp most of the hermits had already joined the camp! I have few ideas but here's some

Joe actually did want to go to the camp! He wanted to be a camp counselor but didn't really get the opportunity to sign up so now he helps out Xisuma whenever he can! A quarter threw the first year He dragged Cleo out of the new arrivals bus and introduced her to their little friend group! Cleo really didn't wanna be there but she also really didn't like going through the summer without Joe, so now she's here. in the wilderness :]

Did i mention that the camp is a summer camp, cause!!!

S U M M E R!!

ya.

Bdubs was super enthusiastic about the nature part, he wanted to look at cool moss!!!!(me too, me too) and then forgot about the activities part of camp and for a solid month Etho had to drag him out of bed just to do something other then sleep. They'd find him sleeping in trees. I think he'd be an amazing tree climber. He'd only wake up for the forest related activities and has skipped every single swimming activity since he got there. surprisingly it's a 50/50 on if he shows up to a craft activity. one time they had a special animal-care activity and when Etho mentioned the horses the people had brought ONCE and bdubs jumped up and sprinted to them. He did not leave those horses side until they left and after that they got a stable in the camp and bdubs and etho take cake of the horses everyday together! I like them :)

He and Etho share a bunk!!!! They're in the same cabin and after the horse thing they made a little shrine and their other cabin mates... are scared.

Mumbo joined at the same time as Cleo(On the same arrival bus and everything) and was very much the youngest(like just turned 14? maybe) He was the bbabbbyyy... and also exploded something on his first day! :D

Tango, Impulse, and Zed disappeared one night and came back the next day properly unhinged and wouldn't tell a single soul what they'd been up to but after that they're seen together more then not Lol

And the next year they came back speaking of Impulses friend Skizz who they were trying to convince the parents of to send them to camp aswell! It did not work until the 3rd year! Jump for joy, they did!

Grian joined, not wanting to be there at all, having a terrible time and then well

He caused Chaos, left for a week, then came back worse and decided he'd rather be there, super concerning to the others but he didn't speak a peep about it and then went back to causing(now slightly less destructive) chaos! He and Mumbo become extremely good friends, they bribed mumbo's bunk-mate to switch cabins with grian and now they're bunk-mates! it caused confusion for a week and then became the new normal! lol. I think he'd have a digital camera and he'd take pictures of the others, but also birds, so many birds. he'd rush to take a picture everytime he saw a duck, which was everyday, because the camp was RIGHT NEXT TO A RIVER!!! ya.

He would take care of the very few chicken's, and he got the others to help make the coop better because parts of it were rusting and breaking and he was scared that the chickens were gonna get hurt.

I think he'd be a only new arrival for the rest of that summer(so like he arrived like, 2 months into the second summer? how long is summer again? IDK) With hermits that join in season 5 probably arriving during the first month of summer? lets say? ya.

The 3rd summer had two new arrivals which was Pearl and Gem!! They arrived on the same bus and definitely had known eachother beforehand(aka Pearl went "I'm going to this camp next summer, u should come too :3" and Gem said "well okay i guess")

I think Grian and Pearl are siblings(you couldn't take that headcanon away if u tried LOL) and Pearl arriving was wweeirdddd cause grian had missed them arriving and then everytime he saw pearl he did a double take like 'did, did I just see who i thought I saw??????'

aka Grian did NOT know their Parents were sending Pearl to this Camp aswell teehe

I think Joel would arrive and be tackled by Grian, they knooww eachootherr aswell!!! yiippeee, I also think Joel and Etho should know eachother aswell, like they'd been to the same school and stuff lol.

Skizz Arrives and Impulse promptly gives him the biggest hug because He missed his best friend!!!!!!! it's been months!!!! they're dramatic about it.

I really have no other idea's, i wish i did!!!!

either way!! i think they have a camp group chat that is constantly getting chattered in even when it isn't summer lolsie

this was for fun, maybe i'll write more info i've thought about for this au, down again at some point, but ya!!! Fun!!! Yiippeee

[chastainromanova]

PROMPTS FROM BURN NOTICE

*from season 4 of the usa show. adjust as necessary

I mean, bottom line, you might not like it, but we're on the same side.

I'm glad you changed your hiring policies but flattery's not gonna make me work for you.

Fine. I love spending 10 hours in the cargo bay.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened.

My point is: calling the cops was a lot more effective than your genius idea.

I know you feel this is on your shoulders, it's not your job to solve everything.

Well I guess a little Sunday break-in never hurt anyone.

That tap on their phone line is our only lead on their location. Let the static soothe you.

So when we find them we're supposed to do what? Share them?

If you can't make an escape in this, then you deserve to get caught.

What kind of sissy wouldn't sleep with a gun under his pillow anyway?

Did you get a name or a face?

You are never packing the cooler again. Spray cheese and bologna?

Give most counter-intel agents a run for their money.

Don't count on the receptionist offering you coffee while you wait.

We start putting holes in people, it's going to get ugly.

Don't make me regret my decision.

By the time he sees you, he's going to be halfway to prison.

I'm the only best friend he has right now!

Hey, can we take your car? Mine's running on E.

The guy is on the verge of losing his life's work here.

Window's closing super spy, let's go.

It's a dead end if she kills us.

Everybody's favorite murderer makes a special appearance.

You know, if I'm going to spend the afternoon playing bait, I think you should buy me the nicest thing I see.

I wish our phone conversations were as flirty.

There's ice tea in the fridge!

I didn't strap you to that chair so we can talk about me, okay?

Keep the car running, we might have to leave in a hurry.

Not bad considering the guy clearly doesn't skimp on security.

I don't think they're here for the banquet, food and seminars.

This was my idea. I should have gotten to hit him!

This is not a-- I live here.

After a while you just start collecting ghosts.

I think that's still considered a bank robbery.

You should see the other guy.

Ya know, I thought the weird feeling in the air was just the calm before the storm.

No. It’s a disturbance in the force.

You sure we’re safe riding out the storm here?

And before you say “no”, you need to remember that I'm pretty dangerous, too.

Knowing when to walk away is harder than you think.

[rayless-reblogs]

20 Book Challenge

I saw this challenge on a post by @theresebelivett. The idea is you pick 20 of your books to take with you to a desert island, but you can only pick one book per author and series. Here are two further guidelines I set myself: They have to be books I actually own, as if I really am gathering them up under my arms and heading to the island; and I'm defining "book" as a single volume -- so if I just so happen to have 100 novellas squashed between two covers, it still counts as one book.

We'll go alphabetically by author.

Charlotte Bronte: Jane Eyre. An old standby, a classic, I can jump into it at any point.

Daphne du Maurier: Rebecca. Have only read it once, but loved it and I suspect I'll get more from it each time.

Clare B Dunkle: The Hollow Kingdom. If I can only take one book from this excellent and unusual goblin series that captivated me in the mid-2000s, it'd better be the first one.

William Goldman: The Princess Bride. This book had an outsize influence on my own writing. I can quote a lot of it, but I wouldn't want to be without it.

Shannon Hale: Book of a Thousand Days. I love the warmth and humility of its heroine Dashti. Plus, Shannon Hale very kindly wrote a personal response to a fan letter I sent her years and years ago, so her work always has a special place in my heart.

Georgette Heyer: Cotillion. I don't actually own my favorite Georgette novel, but the funny, awkward, and ultimately romantic Cotillion is definitely not a pitiful second-stringer.

Eva Ibbotson: A Countess Below Stairs. Countess was my introduction to Eva's adult romances, and she is the past master of warm, hardworking heroines who should really be annoying because they're way too good to be true, but somehow you just end up falling in love with them.

Norton Juster: The Phantom Tollbooth. I first read this when I was like eight, and even for an adult, its quirky humor and zingy wordplay hold up, no problem.

Gaston Leroux: The Phantom of the Opera. Can't leave without Erik, nope, the French potboiler has got to come. Perhaps I will spend my time on the island writing the inevitable crossover fanfic, The Phantom of the Tollbooth.

CS Lewis: Till We Have Faces. Faces is my current answer for what my favorite book is, so I'm taking that, though it feels criminal to leave The Silver Chair behind.

LM Montgomery: The Blue Castle. As much as I love Anne and Emily, it came down to Blue Castle and A Tangled Web, and I'm a sucker for Valancy's romantic journey.

E Nesbit: Five Children and It. Probably the most classic Edwardian children's fantasy, though still a hard choice to make. Nesbit is another author who had a huge influence on me as a writer.

Robert C O'Brien: Mrs Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. A childhood book I'm really sentimental about. I should re-read it.

Meredith Ann Pierce: The Darkangel. The first in the archaic lunar vampire trilogy. This will always be frustrating, only having the first in the series, but if I can only read the first, maybe I'll forget about how angry the third novel left me.

Sherwood Smith: Crown Duel. At one time, this swords-and-manners fantasy duet was one of my absolute favorite fandoms, and clever me has both books in one volume, so I don't have to choose.

Anne Elisabeth Stengl: Starflower. My favorite of the Tales of Goldstone Wood series. We'll have to test whether I can actually get sick of Eanrin.

JRR Tolkien: The Lord of the Rings. I've never actually read it through as an adult and, look at that, I have a three-in-one volume. Cheating!

Vivian Vande Velde: Spellbound. I've read much of VVV's YA fantasy and liked a lot of it, but none more so than The Conjurer Princess and its fast-paced tale of revenge. The Spellbound edition includes the prequel and a bonus short story, so I'm good to go.

PG Wodehouse: The World of Mr Mulliner. There are some hilarious novels I'm leaving behind here, including all the Bertie Wooster stuff. But there are some absurdly fun Mulliner stories and this edition is like three hundred pages. That'll keep me happy for a long while on my island.

Jack Zipes (editor): Spells of Enchantment. This is an enormous compilation of western fairy tales. I've owned it since 2004 or so, and I've still never finished it. Now, on my island, I'll no longer have the excuse.

Tagging anyone else who feels like doing this!

[moritashie]

If you want something done, do it yourself

A huge thank you to @shootothrill for Beta -ing!

Tony was locked out of his lab for days. Weeks. Months. His own fiancee, love of his life, betrayed him and took away his means of work at 7:48 AM last morning, leaving his precious Dum-e and U to starve.

All to satisfy Mr. Dried Resin and Mr. Unironically-Uses-Perchance during a meeting.

Little does she know, two could play the game. All of R&D is still at his disposal. And a whiteboard is all it takes to wiggle his ideas out of the brain.

Cue now, he heads down to the same place to scan the research about ‘Virtual Contact Lenses Enabling Better Understanding of the Surroundings to People Partially Blind’ into F.R.I.D.A.Y’s files, possibly never to open it again.

Lo and behold, someone else has used it, adding a few sketches with equations, and multiple exclamation marks in parentheses next to his scientific diarrhea on the whiteboard. On the very bottom of it, Tony notices a small PS.

'This is such an amazing idea, are you gonna pitch it to someone? Hope you don’t mind I scribbled a few things. You don’t have to use them but feel free if you wanna. Have a nice day!'

Tony deems it worth looking at the ‘scribbles’.

He’s entirely surprised when a person who used the words “gonna” and “wanna” in their workplace formed entirely correct assumptions about his idea and left helpful remarks here and there.

He would've thought of them, eventually. Tony tells himself.

Still, after he leaves a note is left on the board.

'Thank you, this seems useful. Maybe one day I'll come back to this, but right now other projects take precedence. :-).'

The next day F.R.I.D.A.Y informs him early in the morning that his Pen Pal has left him another message.

'Totes. I actually had a few other ideas, so, there ya go;'

Utterly unprofessional. But brilliant.

Exactly the sort of person he would want to work with.

Grinning, he penned the reply.

'The audacity. Making me actually want to work on this project.'

'Mission accomplished !!!'

And so it began. The whiteboard was now explicitly for the two of them to use.

___________________________________

'I’ve gotten the idea approved by the big bad, I would love to have you on the team.' Tony writes a few weeks later.

'Ack, my supervisor would never agree to that'

'Trust me, they would.'

'I might or might not have pissed her off recently, she really wouldn't'

'Just give me the name, and I'll convince her. Yours would be great too, while we're at it.'

'I think you've got a sliiightly wrong idea about me and would like, faint if you actually met me. Sooo...'

'Funny how you're the one saying that.'

Tony ends up just asking F.R.I.D.A.Y.

____________________________________

The next day Peter’s face turns white as a sheet when, upon entering his apartment he glances at the couch.

Tony Stark is there. Sipping a beverage, chatting away with his aunt.

“Oh Mr. Parker. It's about time we've met. You've been getting my scribbles, right?”

I HAVE A FIC IDEA vol#8

Tony once was locked out of his lab. ("Go to the meeting," Pepper'd said. "It's going to be an important one" She'd said.) And just when he's gotten an amazing idea. So, he does what any other person would; occupies one of the whiteboards.

What he doesn't expect is to find suggestions for innovative features and notes on his ideas. He writes his own feedback on those notes, and so it begins. Tony Stark has found himself a ridiculously smart, sometimes just so slightly annoying, pen pal.

"Seriously, who are you? I have an entire department that would desperately need your help" "Sorry, no-can-do.You would have a heart attack if you found out who is on the other side, man." "Funny, that's what I was going to say."

Guess whose brown mop of hair appeared on Tony's screen when he brings up the problem to F.R.I.D.A.Y.

[jangosweat]

Warm

Pairing: Boba Fett x female reader

Summary: you've been missing your guy and need to be with him.

Length: short// drabble

Warnings: NSFW, some strong language, explicit content, Boba is at your mercy, sorta sub!Boba, rope as a restraint, p in v, unprotected sex, established relationship, cock warming.

Tagging: some of the hoes in the GC (: @meabravo @kavecika @hobbitlover23 @blissful--moon @batfamily14 @onabouteverything @beskarprincessjenny @adonishxney @himboba-fett @mysticalgalaxysalad @rosethornsx @the-siren-writes-it @latenightsthoughtsnstuff

You're not entirely sure how Boba Fett had let all this happen and you weren't entirely sold on asking questions about it, it honestly made no difference because you were together, locked together in this room and you were grateful for it. It had been a long few weeks, he was gone on a mission that held more of his attention then you could possibly stand and it made you annoyed that you didn't have all of it. You always had it. The energy and stamina to keep up with a man like that turned him on more than anything but he needed to focus on the task at hand, no distractions, no delays. No lack of judgement.

He needed a clear head to get the job done and come home for a bit of rest and those little Holovids you were sending weren't helping him one bit.

He had a plan to punish you for it when he got back but he took it back, knowing you were missing him and needing him and his presence made his heart ache. So he gave you an option, one that landed you in his lap in his favorite chair.

You helped him out of his armor, setting it aside

with careful consideration, it was his father's after all and he took care of it well. He was always so swift in taking off his helmet and his undershirt in a flurry of black and green that made your head spin. Exposing his barrel like chest and earned battle scars from years in training and fighting and winning.

He told you to show him how much you clearly missed him, nuzzling his face into your neck about it. About the Holovids, how desperate your whines and pleas for him to come home. It made you hot.

You picked up his helmet, turning it over in your hands and placing it back on his head, cupping the cold, painted beskar and pressing your forehead to it with a soft smile. Then you pushed him back, falling into his armchair with an oof coming from the modulator, you climbed into his lap and hugged him to your chest, breathing him in. Blaster fire and residue filled your senses and something that was undeniably Boba Fett. You could never put your finger on it but it always smelled like home.

"I'm so glad you're home." You hummed into the space between his helmet and neck, lips dancing dangerously close to his tan skin. His arms encircled your waist, thumbs pressing against the bottom portion of your ribcage.

"I can tell." Boba answered with a chuckle, it bounced into your chest. "Are you going to show me how much you missed me or not?"

You pulled back and gave him a look, tilting your head like you had seen him do thousands of times. "Can I do it my way?"

"If that's what you want princess, I am at your needy mercy."

Perfect.

You hopped off of his lap, missing his warmth briefly before you started rifling through his utility belt, seeking out what your imaginative mind had been thinking about for weeks now. Boba watched you curiously. You finally found it.

You took off the hook from his grappling gun, uncoiling the sturdy black rope and turning around to face your man, waiting patiently as you strolled back over. "If you let me do things my way, I'm going to need your full participation. Is that ok?"

Boba waited a beat before giving you a slow nod.

"Good! Now hold out your hands, palms together." You heard Boba laugh, he's said those same words to you once or twice before.

He did as you asked, watching you wrap the rope around his wrists, wondering just what you had up your short little sleeves. Pleased with your work you bent over him and worked the belt he wore out of it's loops, the buckle clanging lightly as you wrenched it free and unzipped his pants.

You bit your lip as you pulled him out of his pants, he was already semi-hard and trying to get you to wrap your hand around him, little jumps of his hips as he sat. You shook your head.

"You said I could show you my way and that's not how we're going to do this, understand?"

Boba gulped. Your tone was something new and exciting, no one ever talked to him the way you were. Authority looked fucking delicious on you and he nodded once more. You smiled and grabbed the bottom of his helmet, tilting his head up at you.

"Good boy. Now sit still and let me show you how much I missed you. How much I missed you filling me up, consuming me like only you can. Making me feel safe and sated, I'm going to do that for you now." With a brighter smile and mischievous fox like grin you slipped off your sleep shorts, kicking them away before getting back to your spot on his lap, caging him in you reached beneath you, pumping his cock just enough to get him rock hard and throbbing in your grip, running the pad of your thumb over the slit that was already leaking a few beads to your delight. Giving him a nod of your own, you sat up just enough, rocking his cock back and forth over your clit and folds, gathering what wetness you had already produced from teasing him and sank down on it, inch by sinful inch.

You both gasped, Boba's head fell back against the chair, your hands pressing into his chest, feeling him tense and twitch inside you as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

He waited for the slow drag and pull of your cunt, for you to slide up and down his heavy cock, to feel your walls pull him in and grip him like no other. Your pussy was made to fit him, he was sure of that the first time he filled you.

But it never came.

You were just sitting there, in his lap, with his dick bottomed out in your core. You weren't moving at all.

"Princess… what are you d-doing?" His voice strained when you moved a little wiggling your hips on top of his, his thighs twitched a little with the rocking motion.

"Showing you how much I missed you cyar'ika. I told you how much I needed you, how I missed you filling me. I just need to feel you here." You moaned and grabbed his bound hands, placing them on your stomach, right where he was inside.

Fett grunted. At the way you called him your beloved at the fact that he could feel where he was, your pussy stretched nice and tight around keeping him in place and it started to make him anxious that you weren't going to move at all. You just wanted to have his cock inside you. To have all his attention, to have him locked and secure.

You just wanted to be warmed by his cock.

Boba's head lulled back again with a guttural groan, you too tik tocked your hips again, squeezing your walls on purpose, getting him to hiccup out another breath.

"Princess please… can you move just a little for me?" You hadn't even done anything and his voice, even through the modulator, was like he'd been fucked out for hours. His breath coming in short little pants.

"Why?" You breathed, smiling that you were making the Boba Fett become a mess.

"Please princess! I need you to move I can't-- I need to feel you. Like really feel you. Move up and down on my cock, clamp down on me." He was working himself up, his short nails scratching at your belly, stoking the fire you both were adding log after log too.

"Like this?" You squeezed him again.

"Stars! Princess… please. Please do this for me. I know you missed me, I know you did and I m-missed you too. Just… p-please I need you to move."

"Sounds like you're asking me to fuck you? Is that it? Is that what you want?" How you were able to keep your voice low and slow and not wrecked like his was a complete shock to the both of you.

"Yes."

"Say it. I wanna hear you say it Boba. Tell me you want me to fuck you." You preened.

"Please princess. I want you… I want you to fuck me. Fuck yourself on my cock, use me how want, how you need it. Just please baby fucking move!" He practically cried out.

"Like this?" You beamed, proud of yourself with your hands on his bulky shoulders for leverage as you moved and rocked and slid his cock out and back in over and over, both of you had been so patient you needed the release. To feel him twitch and throb, to have your name falling from his pouty lips like dripping honey, his name falling out of your own mouth like a sacred prayer. Reaching higher and higher, you dig your nails into his skin.

"Princess… I'm gonna cum. Cum with me. I need it." Boba groaned, watching you bounce and get yourself off on him, fucking yourself in a fervor that made your legs ach from the prolonged torture of having Boba at your mercy. Hearing his strained voice and familiar low moan and faster rising and falling of his chest made you flush.

"Come on. Come on cyar'ika, give it to me. Give it all to me, fill me up please come on just a little longer." You whined and whined some more when he trapped your bundle of nerves between his pressed together thumbs. He circled it around as much as he could, the rope digging deliciously into his skin at this angle.

"Come on princess, I'm so close. Cum with me...now." Boba flung his head back panting and panting and then he came, hot spills of his seed shot up into your cunt, painting them white. Feeling it slick up your walls you came with him, a wail and gasp of his name echoed in the quiet air of the room. The obscene sounds of your love making coming to it's final climax.

You shook in his lap, coming down from your explosive high, your jittering fingers lifted off his helmet, his face was wet with sweat and passion, his bottom lip had a pair of deep teeth indentations. His brown eyes shined and his lips crashed against yours, clicking your teeth together. He came at you with such force you thought he might break your nose, you licked inside his mouth, fucking your tongues together.

Boba pulled away, kissing your cheek and temple, nuzzling his face against yours. "If this is what I get when I'm gone for a few weeks, I may have to take more jobs."

You pulled back instantly. "Absolutely not! Next time I'm coming with you."

"Then you won't fuck me like this again."

You smiled. "Well… we could always do it like this in Slave I."

That thought alone made his softening cock, still stuck in place give a little twitch, on its way to becoming hard once again.

That could definitely be an option.

[honeyheart19]

Can't Help Falling In Love

Chris Alonso x fem!reader, Jim Street x sister!reader

Note: I'm sorry if this is short. I've been listening to a lot of Elvis lately and thought "hmm there's not enough Chris Alonso fics". Enjoy :)

Summery: Chris reflects on her relationship with reader

Warnings: fluffiness, worries of rushing into relationship, implied smut, no order of lyrics, jumping in time

Chris's POV:

*knock knock knock*

I heard the door go, freeing me from my trance "Hey bride to be! Almost ready?" Ericka excitedly said. "Ya sorry, I was just thinking" I replied. "Not getting cold feet are you? Because as close as you are to Street, I don't think he'll take to kindly to you leaving y/n at the alter" she laughed.

"I wouldn't dream of it. I was just thinking of everything that's brought y/n and I here"

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

"Hey Chris!" Street waved to me "Come meet someone!"

I put my weights down and jogged over.

"Chris, this is my sister y/n. She's gonna be working here at SWAT."

"I'm really gonna be doing paper work and assisting Commander Hicks. It's not even close as important to what you guys do" giggled the y/h/c girl.

I almost didn't even process what she said because I lost bright eyes and her smile that lit up the room. Get a hold of yourself Chris.

"Nonsense, you'll be plenty of importance. Welcome to 20-David" I say shaking her hand.

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you

"Alright Alright! First round on me!" Hondo yelled as we gathered into our favorite bar to our usual booth. I been a long day for all of us and all I want to do is hangout and relax with y/n 20-David.

"I'm down for a round of pool, any takers?" I asked.

"Nah I'm beat"

"Same here"

"Maybe next round"

"I just want a beer"

"I'm pretty sure you cheat because you're always beating me."

After all the guys turned me down I turned to y/n. "Care for a game?" I asked reaching out my hand. "Of course" she said as she took my hand pulled herself up. "I've never really played this before" she said as we got out sticks.

"That's fine. Lucky for you, you have the master of pool to teach ya"

I get behind her and pull her close to set up her first shot. As the balls scatter, she around to me. If I were to lean a couple inches closer I could feel her soft looking lip. "I guess I am pretty lucky" she says as I'm still holding on to her.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

"Do you want to come upstairs?" the y/e/c eyed girl shyly asked me while sharing into my eyes.

I've only known this girl for almost a month. It's our first date, consisting of a scary movie (thank God), the best burgers in town, and funny enough, roller-skating. The day went by so smoothly I feel like I've known this woman for years!

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable of course!" she quickly states while I was struggling to form my words.

I eventually build my confidence.

"Come on" I say as I take her hands in mine "would it really be a sin?" slyly remark.

"I guess not..." she blushes.

We turn to climb to to her apartment hand in hand. Excited to explore where the night take us.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

"I think I wanna marry y/n"

*Ppppphhhhfffff*

water sprays from Streets lips and Tan chokes on his bagel while Luca laughs at his misfortune. "You what!?" Street asks.

"Don't you think it's a little early? Deacon questions. "You don't wanna make any foolish decision and rush in"

"You guys have only been living together for just over four months." Street adds.

"We've never seen you rush into anything like this before Chris." says Hondo

"Agh, I know but something about this feels different. It feels right. My family loves her, we have a routine down at home, she's understandable with SWAT hours and we've even discussed plans for our future!" I counter.

"Come on guys!" laughs Luca "I think this is a great idea! Our pal Chris is a fool in love!" he jokes as I role my eyes and smirk. "Besides, SWAT is a family and family supports each other." he says as he gives me a side hug. "Thanks Luca" I smile.

"Fine but, I get best man" Street says as a smile grows on his face.

"Deal"

For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

I can't believe I'm here.

I year ago if you would've told me I was gonna meet and marry the love of my life I would've thought you were joking.

But here we are, in Deacon's backyard.

The stars are out, string lights and flowers hang everywhere, I'm surrounded by the people I love. And I'm dancing with my new wife for the first time to our song.

I'm excited to see what the future holds for us.

And I can't help but whisper to the lyrics

"I can't help falling in love with you....."

[forsworned]

Nah I get ya, that's understandable, so uhhh, I guess you can make the judgement based off of this?

So the idea I had in mind was

Kyojuro's S/O being turned into a demon, but they don't want to eat people, maybe even surviving something else instead (like idk, bamboo, tree bark, just anything besides humans tbh)

Is that teetering on the edge of too self-indulgent or am I cool?

[. . . Whatever it takes I will make you human again, I promise it . . .]

+warnings. angsty af, mentioning of violence and blood

+word count. 1.8k

+categories. f/m

+relationships. kyoujurou rengoku x f!reader

+characters. kyoujurou rengoku guest appearance(s): yushiro, tamayo

+author’s note. personally i think kyoujurou wouldn't put up with this and he would ask to kill his s/o out of mercy, like he wouldn't want them to go to hell or whatever the place that demons end up going to. like he would want to have them meet in the afterlife? so i can see him trying to find a cure for them as tanjiro does for nezuko currently, here it goes !! as context, this will be set as post mugen train arc and kyoujurou somehow survives. if you can recall just before his death he accepts nezuko so in this he will be a retired demon slayer. so his will to kill his s/o is not as much as it would be if he were still an active demon slayer. also this shit took my fucking whole being to post this bc it was being a bitch and PLS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT ASK ME FOR A PART TWO THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH I CAN MENTALLY HANDLE

Kyoujurou was not one to have mercy or sympathy for demons. That was until one faithful day. Kyoujurou had come home from the city as he was visiting the rest of the Hashira. He was retired after he had miraculously survived his fatal wounds. His missing eye was now covered with an eyepatch, so he had no choice but to retire. Kyoujurou was expecting you to greet him with your using beautiful beaming face, but instead he had found you writhing on ground. "D-don't come near me!!" You shrieked in fetal position convulsing. Kyoujurou's worse nightmare had come true as he clutched onto the sheathe of his sword not knowing what to do. Oh, how cruel life could be. Tears pricked at his eyes as he struggled to search for the words he wanted to say, but nothing was coming out. "[name], please don't tell me..." His voice trailed off as his eyes widened in shock and horror. You finally met his gaze. Your once beautiful [e/c] human hues were now a perverse version of them. Pupils slitted like a cat and they were a luminescent purple and orange. Your claws were practically ripped from your skin and your teeth were now elongated into fangs that were now meant for shredding human skin. Your breathing was raged as tears stream down your face. "K-kill me." Kyoujurou's shaking hand gripped onto his sword, but he could not find himself to raise it from its place and slice your head clean. You were the love of his life after all. I can fix this. He shut his eyes tightly as he grit his teeth. "I can't." He stepped forward and opened his eyes to meet yours once again and you backed away against the tatami floor. "Who did this to you?" You watched as he crouched down to you level and reached out to cup your cheek but you turned away. "It was...It was..." You tried to recall your memory, but it was in fragments. It appeared in small flashbacks as you recollected the man in your head. He was an uppermoon. His long hair in a high ponytail and two scars on his forehead and neck and how could you forget the six eyes he possessed. But that's all you could remember before you blacked out and then woke up in agonizing pain, and then falling back into unconsciousness over and over and over again. "It was an upper moon...Koku-kokushibo...?" You said breathlessly recalling a short lived flashback of him speaking but the only words you could make out was his name. It was like it was a warning... You gasped. "We need to leave. Now." He searched your face for an answer. "Why? What's happened? Did you remember something?" "This was...this was suppose to be a warning to the demon slayer corps...Just kill me, Kyoujurou. I cannot bear this any longer." You twisted in agony. "No, I cannot allow that." He shook his head as he wept. He took another step forward to your body. He noticed that you were not healing and that made him gulped dryly. "Tamayo. Let us go see her. I recall Tanjiro talking about her whereabouts. She can, she can fix you." "Kyoujurou..." You cried out holding on to his arm in pain as the tears trickling down your face. "I cannot live like this. This vile creature that's threathening to come out of me." Kyoujurou wanted to scream. "I cannot let you die, [name]!" And with that he quickly sent out a crow to Tamayo warning her of what the situation was. He wrapped you up in a blanket and cloth and attached you to his back and then he was off. He never looked back at the home you used to share. Life was ever moving. By the time he had arrived to Tamayo's secret estate, she was already prepared for his arrival and rushed him inside to begin the procedure. "Why isn't she healing?" Tamayo gasped looking down at you as he laid you down on the operating table. "I don't know! Can you fix her?" Kyoujurou panted as he looked down at you and then her. Tamayo nodded with full resolve. "I will do my best." Time past by agnozingly slow as Kyoujurou sat there with clammy palms begging to anything and everything that you would come out okay. Yushiro sat there only staring at him in silence as Tamayo liked to work alone. "Do you know

who did this to her?" Yushiro asked as he watched Kyoujurou praying to what ever was up there. "I'm, I'm not sure. She said he was an upper moon, he went by the name...Koku...Kokushibo." Kyoujurou's voice was unusually quiet as he spoke. Yushiro froze for a moment at the name. He didn't want to let Kyoujurou be aware so he changed the subject quickly. "She's going to be okay." Yushiro licked his finger and flipped the next page of novel. Kyoujurou's fiery eyes were now on him. "How can you be so sure." That irritated Yushiro as Tamayo-san was the best at what she did, so how dare he insult her?! But this was a dire situation in which the former demon slayer's significant other was involved, so he calmed down. "Because Tamayo-san is the best. She would never let your precious [name] die on her table. She couldn't live with herself knowing she did that to her. She is precious to her as well. Just like that other demon child." "Nezuko." Kyoujurou recalled her name. "Tanjiro's sister, yes she's quite the child." "Yes, well, while I think she's nothing special, Tamayo-san adores her. She's working on a cure." "A cure?" Kyoujurou was on the edge of his seat hearing about this. He had never heard of a cure for demons. "Yes, Tanjiro is gathering blood samples of the upper moons to bring back to Tamayo-san so she can find a cure for Nezuko. I'm sure she's going to put [name] on the same roster, so please try not to worry." He replied nonchalantly. Kyoujurou almost felt relieved hearing this news, but before he could reply Tamayo had come out of her operating room. "She's awake and I stopped the bleeding. She's regenerating, but it's slow. I was able to reverse her curse, and I gave her something for the pain. Just try to speak quietly to her." She stopped Kyoujurou midway with a gentle hand to his chest. He winced a little at her cold touch. Although, he was accepting of Nezuko, he wasn't used to being around demons that wouldn't rip your head off and feast upon it the moment they had an opportunity. She noticed this and slowly put her hand to her side. "She's in critical condition, so please do not try to make her remember anything that occured earlier today when she turned. Turning is...pure anguish mentally, physically and emotionally. Be gentle." Although, Tamayo's words were painfully obvious it did help reinforce anything that Kyoujurou may want tp say when he wanted to be by your side. Millions of thoughts were racing through his head and he wanted nothing more than tear of this Kokushibo's head right off. Unbeknownest to Kyoujurou, Yushiro had whispered that name to Tamayo and she froze in place. Froze in complete disbelief that he had gone that far as to send a message to the demon slayers. "My love." Kyoujurou whispered as he approached your crumpled body. Your eyes that he was not used to shifted to him and he gulped at the sight of you. He smiled at you regardless as he touched your face. You sighed at his warm hand meeting your skin. "I'm sorry..." "Don't apologize. It's not your fault." Kyoujurou soothed as he took a seat beside you. "I cannot lie, my love, it is killing me to see you like this." "I know." You took his hand in your own and he had to force himself not to flinch at your touch. Your fingernails were razor sharp and yet they only grazed at your skin. "I remember what happened now." "Please, do not talk of this just yet. You must rest." She squeezed his hand gently and Kyoujurou could not believe how you were not hurting him one bit. Tamayo and Yushiro noticed this immediately and a smile was now upon her gentle face. "But--" You began, but Kyoujurou only shook his head. "But, nothing. Rest and we will speak of this tomorrow." Kyoujurou wasn't one to tell you what to do, but this time--this time he really needed you to listen to him. "Okay." You croaked out and nodded. He smiled tenderly at you. "You can carry her to her room. We will need her to stay here a few days to monitor her progress and see how she heals. You are free to stay with her." Tamayo spoke in a gentle tone to

him. "It's down this hallway on the second door to the left." And with one swift movement, Kyoujurou was carrying you off to your temporary room and slid the door open with his foot and entered. It was a relatively nice tatami room with a large and comfortable looking futon. He laid you ever so gently onto it. "Thank you, Kyo." You murmured still feeling like you were in a daze. "Whatever pain medication Tamayo-san gave to me is really making me feel woozy." You held your hand to your head. Kyoujurou softly chuckled at you. Your same mannerisms, your same soft voice and gentle touch. It was as if nothing changed. "[name]." He held your hand suddenly ans squeezed it. "Whatever it takes I will make you human again, I promise it." He had tears running down his smooth visage and it was enough for you to bring out the waterworks. You only nodded not trusting your voice. He immediately enveloped you into his arms. His scent overwhelming delicious and sweet, but for some reason no matter how good he smelled to you you held no urge to devour him. You only felt sleep overcome you. "I love you, Kyo." You whispered into the darkness as you felt yourself go limp. Subconsciousness was beginning to take over as you felt your eyes droop. You felt wetness against ythe nape of your neck and you sighed.

"I love you too, [name]. Just wait a little longer..." Was the last thing you heard before you drifted to sleep.

[titan-fodder]

Rating: E (explicit; mdni)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x female bodied reader

Word Count: ~ 5.2k

Warnings: way too much banter, swearing, piss (omorashi specifically), humiliation/degradation (Levi is a little mean, but it’s all in good fun), shower sex, a dash of fluff at the end

A/N: of course my first legit Levi fic would involve piss. of fucking course. @forcefully-awoken sent in a thirst for this, and as always, it got out of hand. so here ya’ go. 

"Are you watching me piss?" 

 Heat immediately rises to your face because yes, you are, but you didn't mean to. You were really just trying to watch the captain's back while he relieved himself at the base of one of the forest trees, just to make sure no titans were about to sneak up on him while his literal dick was hanging out. 

 Then, you zoned out for a few seconds, eyes to the side as you idly watched the stream of urine hit the ground, ears pricking at the sound of it, and yep, before you knew it, you were staring. 

 "Uh, I'm—"

 "Fucking filthy, is what you are," Levi sneers, apparently not trying to be modest as he gives himself a couple little shakes before tucking himself back in his pants. "I always knew the men in the military were pigs, but you too?" 

 Snorting, you shake your head. There's really no way to talk your way out of this one. Best course is probably just to apologize and shrug it off, maybe make a joke that'll elicit an eye roll. 

 "You think men are bad, but I guarantee you, girls are so much worse. You guys have no idea."

 And, it's true. You've heard the way your female comrades talk, the vulgarities they speak with, sharing every detail of every escapade and comparing kinks and desires. Once women get to know each other and feel comfortable, the mere concept of a filter goes completely out the window. 

 "People are disgusting in general. Whether you're a man, a woman, or… Hange. It's not often I find myself surprised at any of you."

 The two of you begin making your way back to your horses, left behind by the rest of the soldiers, but it shouldn't take you long to catch up. 

 You don't really know what else to say, so you remain quiet which allows you to hear the next line Levi utters quietly, "Wasn't expecting to have someone stare at me while I pissed, but—"

 It pulls another chuckle from your throat. You're still blushing, still mortified, but if you show any sign of weakness, Levi will feed off of it, any teasing replaced by legitimate meanness, and you're not prepared for that right now, not when you're as tired as you are. 

 "So, what, is it a fetish or somethin'?" 

 "Wow, you are really turning this into something it's not," you mumble. 

 "I think I deserve to know if you're gonna make it a habit to stare at my dick," he deadpans. 

 "I wasn't staring!"

 "Bullshit."

 "I just lost focus, zoned for a second."

 "Uh huh."

 He's obviously unconvinced, but you don't have any way of changing that, so you decide to disengage and jog toward the horses once they come into view. 

 "Hey, you didn't answer my question, brat!"

 Turning, you walk backwards and hold your hands out by your side, completely noncommittal and leaving the captain to form his own conclusions. 

 You can't deny that watching him relieve himself didn't send a pleasant tingle down your spine, but you're not about to admit that to him. 

 *

 He's just your captain. You wouldn't even call him a friend. You work together, sometimes you eat together, but the superior officers he spends most of his time with intimidate you, so it isn't often that you get the chance to get personal with Levi. 

 And, that's fine. You rarely have anything of real value to say to him. You're probably just another soldier he feels the need to keep track of, another brat. 

 But, sometimes there's more. Sometimes you catch him watching you, slate grey eyes trained on you from across the mess hall or while you're sparring with someone outside. You can usually feel it before you see it. Levi has a very dominating presence after all, even if it is from far away. 

 It's why you look up now, making your way through tall grass to the barracks. You have to turn your head this way and that, but eventually your gaze lands on Levi, leaning against the stables. 

 His head nod is less of an acknowledgement and more of a demand, so you shuffle over to him and slide your hands into your back pockets as you wait for him to talk. 

 He eyes you for a few moments as if contemplating something before finally speaking, "Erwin and I are having tea tonight. You're coming with."

 "Oh, I am?" You challenge, eyebrows high. 

 Not many people are bold enough to talk back to the captain, but after a single argument when you first joined the Scouts followed by some backhanded compliments, you found it strangely easy to fall into the role of absolute smartass. Probably because it irritates him. 

 "Yeah. You are."

 Breathing through pursed lips, you groan. "Levi, I'm tired."

 "Good thing tea is caffeinated. Seven o'clock."

 With that, he turns on the heel of his boot and disappears around the corner. 

 You spend the next two hours nervous. It isn't like you. Most of the time, expeditions are the only thing that leaves your stomach in knots. 

 You chalk it up to Erwin, the commander of the whole god damn regiment. You've barely spent any time around the man aside from delivering the occasional message. If you have questions about anything, you usually just go to Levi or Moblit (Hange's energy is just a little too much for you most of the time). 

 So yes, that's what's causing the butterflies and feeling of anticipation. Couldn't possibly be the captain. 

 Yet, when you knock on the door to Erwin's office, clad in your casual tunic and pants, your heart stutters in your chest at the sight of Levi, also comfortable in a long sleeved grey shirt that clings to his form just a little too tightly. 

 Though he doesn't look all that happy to see you (despite being the one to fucking invite you here tonight), Erwin offers you a soft smile and motions to one of the chairs on the other side of his desk. A porcelain teapot is sitting on a short table, three cups lined up in front of the spout, and Levi wastes no time in pouring all of them. 

 "You add any sugar to this, and we're using you as titan bait the next time we go out."

 "Levi," Erwin chides with a shake of his head. 

 "Big talk for someone who's saved my ass multiple times on expeditions."

 "That just makes you sound like a shit soldier," he says, raising an eyebrow as he passes you a steaming cup. 

 You smirk as you blow on the tea, easily quip, "No, it makes it sound like you're getting soft."

 "Don't call me soft," he scoffs. 

 "Would you prefer flaccid?" 

 Levi's jaw sets, and he peers at you in a way that makes you feel in danger, his eyes flashing as he takes a sip from his mug that most definitely burns his tongue. 

 Erwin is watching the both of you, his thick, blond eyebrows high on his forehead as an amused smile spreads across his face. 

 "Dinner and a show," he chuckles. 

 "We're not eating, dumbass," Levi corrects. 

 "Really? 'Cause I am absolutely eating this up." The commander states, and you cringe at the horrible joke. "You two are the most entertaining thing I've seen in ages."

 "Entertaining as it may be, it's fuckin' exhausting," Levi tells him, then nods toward you. "She is exhausting."

 "Why invite me here then? If you're gonna be a dick all night, I'll just leave."

 "Hey, I'm not the only smartass around here. You give just as much as you take."

 It makes you bite your lip, mind suddenly full of inappropriate thoughts that all swirl together all thanks to Levi's unintentional innuendo. You're not sure when that started to happen. You've always known the captain was attractive—objectively speaking, that is—but you've never actively thought about the two of you in any sort of compromising situations. 

 Now, though, as Levi sits a couple feet away with his black bangs in his face, slender fingers perched on the rim of his cup, narrow eyes trained on you… You begin to think about many, many positions you could be in, many positions he could have you in. 

 Scrubbing a hand down your face, you shake yourself out of it and take a drink of scalding tea. It burns the back of your tongue as well as your throat, but it's enough to jar you out of your terrible, wonderful fantasies. 

 And, all along, Erwin simply surveys the two of you, his blue gaze seemingly all-knowing. It makes you squirm in your chair. 

 You've been in their company for five minutes, and you're already itching to leave. 

 It isn't that easy, though. Eventually, Erwin and Levi begin to talk, covering an array of topics—some work related, some a little more personal. You take the time to study both of them, trying to pick up on the small details, their mannerisms. 

 Every once in a while, Erwin asks, "What's your opinion on the matter?" 

 But, you just shrug him off. "That's a little above my pay grade, Commander."

 Levi pours more tea, but once the pot is empty, he begins filling cups with water. You've never noticed before, but you think he likes having something to drink so that he can take sips in place of speaking. It's a good strategy. You'll have to tuck that one away. 

 Despite the caffeine, you still find yourself getting drowsy after a couple hours, eyes drooping slightly as you stop trying to follow the conversation. Your schedule is blank tomorrow, but that doesn't mean you want to be kept up all night.

 Plus, you kinda need to pee. 

 "Alright, gentlemen," you transition as you stand and stretch. "This has been lovely, but I'm very tired, and I'd hate to pass out in your office, sir."

 Erwin nods and waves a hand then thanks you for "taking time out to grace them with your presence". You can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not, but either way, it makes you snort. 

 "I should be thanking you. I know I'm… difficult to put up with sometimes."

 "Damn right you are," Levi pipes up before setting his cup down and rising. "I think it's time I go to bed too."

 "Very well. You two enjoy your night."

 There is a very specific lilt to Erwin's voice, one that makes you turn to him and frown. One that makes Levi flip him off. 

 Good to know you're not the only one who picked up on it. 

 Both if you leave the office, shutting the door behind you. You fully expect Levi to make his way to his own private room, but he follows you, walking a few feet behind as you practically jog to the bathroom. 

 "You fuckin' tailing me or something?" You question. 

 "Guess you could call it that," he drawls. 

 "Well, stop. I need to pee."

 "I know you do."

 "Then stop following me."

 You think you're safe when you slip through the wooden door and push it closed with your foot, but as soon as you step away, it's being pushed open again. 

 Twirling, you give Levi a wide eyed look, thoroughly confused at this point. Maybe he has to pee too. You both drank quite a bit of tea, and it is a diuretic. You're surprised neither of you were making frequent trips from Erwin's office. 

 Your theory, however, is crushed when the captain doesn't make his way to either of the stalls. No, he just strides over to you, apparently uncaring of personal space when he stops inches away. Your breath catches in your throat, chest rattling with your beating heart. 

 "Can I help you with something?" 

 The usual bite to your tone has gone missing, replaced with an unsure, breathy voice that you don't recognize. 

 Levi scans your face, expression as impassive as ever, and you can't fucking read him, can't tell if he's about to smack you or kiss you, and honestly, either would catch you off guard. You aren't prepared for either. 

 There is no palm slapping against your face, no lips covering your own. Instead, one if Levi's hands lands gently on your stomach, crawling down toward your hips, then pressing against you. 

 The heat in your bladder multiplies tenfold. Jaw dropping just a little, a small whimper is pushed from your throat, and finally—finally—something new passes over Levi's face: satisfaction. 

 His mouth barely tugs up on one side, eyes growing hooded when he releases pressure for a moment only to push against you again. 

 "N-not helping my needing to pee," you protest weakly. 

 He leans forward, all but kneading the place just above your pelvis as he positions his lips next to your ear. 

 "That's the point."

 Any breath left in your lungs leaves at that point, brain fogging as you squeeze your legs together. 

 "This is payback for the trees, isn't it?" You sound like you're whining. You kind of are. 

 "Maybe."

 There's a shower stall tucked in the corner of the bathroom, empty just like the rest of the space, and Levi begins walking you back toward it, steering you with one hand on your shoulder and the other still pressing against your abdomen. 

 As soon as your back hits the tiled wall, you know you're in for it. 

 This behavior is beyond strange for the captain. You've never seen him let his guard down before, never seen him lose composure. He's acting like he's been drinking wine rather than tea, his cheeks flushed, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stares. 

 "Feels fair, right? I showed you mine, now you show me yours."

 "My what?" 

 You're flustered—extremely so—and the more he keeps shoving his palm into your flesh, the harder it is to keep it together. If he keeps this up, you'll surely release all over your pants and the cool floor of the stall. 

 "L-Levi! At least turn the fucking shower on!" 

 You don't know why you're not fighting him off. Maybe because you don't want things to be more awkward between the two of you. Maybe because you know you want this—not in this exact way. A traditional romp would have been nice before delving into fetish territory, but you're in a little too deep now. 

 "Don't want to. I want to see you make a mess."

 "You don't even—fuuuck—you don’t even like messes!' 

 "I'll like making you one."

 It's simultaneously the hottest and most unsettling thing you've ever heard, and paired with the way he shoves a knee between your thighs, you come to the conclusion that you’re fucking done for. 

 Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you rest your head against the wall as you fight the urge to let go. You clench your muscles to the best of your ability, but the way Levi has your legs spread makes holding back more difficult. 

 "Where is this even coming from?" You grit out, hoping more conversation will distract you from the pressing issue that is your bladder, but fuck, he's still pushing against it, massaging it in a way that makes the first few drops of pee trickle from you. 

 "Like I said," Levi murmurs. "You saw me. I get to see you."

 "This is entirely different," you gasp when he presses harder and grinds his thigh against your covered pussy. "Didn't even know you s-saw me this way."

 "What way?" He smirks. "A little brat with no manners?" 

 You can only whine in response. 

 "Come on, the faster you piss, the faster we can clean up."

 "Or, I could piss in peace and clean up by myself."

 Levi moves forward until you can feel the heat radiating from his chest. His mouth hovers over yours, lips brushing when he whispers almost teasingly, "Not gonna happen."

 "Fuck."

 Then, he digs the heel of his palm into your skin, finally breaking your proverbial seal. 

 It's more humiliating than you thought it would be. You figured all the banter and back-talk would make it easier, but no. The warm feeling of pee leaving you and soaking your panties, dripping down your pant legs and plastering them to your skin, makes your face flush in shame. You know you're drenching Levi's thigh, that his own pants will be dirty with your release, but you can't stop. Not now. Not when he's still pressing against your stomach like he's trying to force every drop from you. 

 Levi smirks, leaning back to watch it all unfold. You aren't surprised when the next thing that comes out of his mouth is a degrading— "Filthy," —but you are surprised at the way it makes tears pool in your eyes. 

 It's embarrassing. Watching him whip it out and pee in a fucking bush is one thing, but this? Basically riding his thigh and pissing all over him and yourself? You were not prepared for how dirty you'd feel, how disgusting. 

 "Oh, are we crying now?" He mocks, and you nod. "Upset that you're having an accident like a fucking toddler?"

 You squirm in an attempt to get away from the press of his body, but it's no use. In fact, it just makes him shift his leg, moving it against your core and making you whimper. 

 Relief floods your system when the last of the fluid leaves your body, the stream dying off into a trickle then stopping altogether. You feel better as far as the pressure goes—nice and empty—but the absolute indignity that’s swelling in your brain doesn’t disappear, and it probably won’t for a while.

 You can’t believe you just did that. You cannot believe you just pissed yourself not only in front of Captain fucking Levi but on him. 

 And… you can’t believe that you sort of liked it.

 There is shame and embarrassment. There are tears running down your face. But, there is also a different kind of wetness leaking from your cunt. You can feel the slickness of it.

 That shame, that feeling of humiliation, it all goes straight to your pussy.

 Levi ceases in the harsh pressure he’s been subjecting you to, his merciless palm being replaced by surprisingly gentle fingers that stroke between your hips.

 “Better?” He asks in a rumble.

 You take in a deep breath, sniffing back any more stubborn tears. “I wouldn’t say that exactly. You kinda sprung this on me.”

 “Mm,” he hums. “Yeah, I guess I did. Doesn’t mean you didn’t like it.”

 Narrowing your eyes, you challenge him just like you always do. “And, how, pray tell, would you know if I enjoyed it?”

 He cocks his head to the side, looking all too smug when he tells you, “Your pupils are about the size of dinner plates, and…” Your lips part when he raises a hand and brushes fingertips over one of your nipples, apparently pebbled under the material of your shirt. Moving his hand upward, he presses against your neck, quickly finding your pulse point. You can feel your heart beating too fast and too hard in your ribcage, and there’s no doubt that he can feel the rhythm against his fingers. “Increased heartrate…” He caresses your jaw while brushing your ear which is oddly sensitive. “Responsive erogenous zones…”

 “Okay, okay, I get the point. When the fuck did you become a doctor?”

 “Never,” he snorts quietly. “Just perceptive.”

 You never would have guessed the captain would be this smooth. It almost makes you laugh. You’re too distracted by your wet clothes, though, the material cooling and making you eager to get out of them.

 “Yeah, yeah. Can I please shower now?”

 Levi rolls his eyes similar to the way you usually do, but he still backs up, and it feels like you can actually breathe again for the first time since he initially followed you into the bathroom. 

 After what just took place, you’re not especially worried about stripping in front of him as he turns the knob on the shower, and he must feel the same way because you’re soon faced with a very naked Levi. You take him in, blinking too fast as your shock settles, but it doesn’t completely go away. You always knew he was fit—humanity’s strongest and all—but this… This is ridiculous. Though the captain is on the slender side, he’s completely made up of muscle, toned biceps, tendons and veins popping under the skin of his forearms, and a six pack that makes way for the V of his hips. 

 “You done fucking ogling?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

 “Uh, not really, but I’ll spare you of any more of it.”

 He kicks both pairs of clothes under the warm spray, then treats you in much the same fashion, guiding you under the water with a soft but firm shove. You turn to face it, letting the stream hit you right in the face like it will wash away the remnants of your shame, but it’s still there sitting heavy in your gut. 

 Levi’s hands curl around your hips, his cock pressing against your ass. Clit throbbing between your legs, you push back into him, trying and failing to trap a moan in your throat. Teeth bite into the side of your neck from behind. One hand travels from your hip and slides between your thighs, and you quickly spread your legs to give Levi more room to part the lips of your pussy and stroke over your swollen bud.

 It pulls that moan from you, and you hang your head back until it comes in contact with his shoulder. When you open your mouth as well as your eyes, you catch a glimpse of the angle of Levi’s jaw, the wet, inky hair that’s stuck to his forehead and temples. You’ve always recognized him as attractive, but you’ve never quite considered him sexy.

 Now, though, with his finger dipping into your pussy and his hard cock grinding between your cheeks, you definitely see it.

 “Ohh, fuck,” you whisper, spreading your legs even more only for Levi to remove his hand and urge you to turn around. 

 Water is dripping from his face, droplets caught on his eyelashes and his cupid’s bow, and all you want to do is kiss them away.

 That seems too bold, though. Ridiculous considering he made you pee on him, but there’s a difference between kinks and kisses. Both have the potential to be intimate, but one is much softer than the other. You aren’t sure either of you are ready for that. After all, this could be a one time thing. A single, sordid hookup just to get it out of each of your systems. 

 He pushes a finger back inside you, his palm grinding against your clit, and you think his pupils probably match yours in diameter at this point. 

 “Didn’t think something like that could get someone so wet,” he muses, every digit he’s giving you sliding into your cunt without issue.

 “Have a lot of ex-experience with stuff like this?”

 “Sex?” He plays as if he doesn’t know what you’re referring to.

 “Piss kinks.”

 Levi pushes his lips out like he’s lost in thought, but you know better. “Not at all, but I’ve rolled the idea around more than a few times.”

 “Pervert.”

 He responds by adding another finger, uses both to tap against your g-spot, and you clutch his shoulders to keep your knees from buckling.

 “I don’t think you’re in any place to be calling people names.”

 Groaning, you try to meet each of his thrusts with the soft rocking of your hips. Your argumentative attitude melts away in an instant, dissolving into desperate pants as you plead, “Okay, okay. I won’t call you names if you’ll get on with fucking me.”

 Levi doesn’t smile like most men would at the sound of a woman begging for them, but there is a glint of triumph in his silver eyes.

 “Fine. Turn back around,” he commands. “And, brace yourself.”

 You have to laugh, teasing, “What, you think you’re about to pound me into oblivion or something?”

 “Wha—No. I mean brace yourself on the fucking wall,” he clarifies, sounding nothing but exasperated. “So you don’t fall.”

 “Oh.” That makes sense.

 All the smartass comments cease as Levi grips your ass to spread you open, lining himself up before sliding into your dripping hole. You’re glad that the tile is chilled despite the humidity of the shower because every nerve in your body skyrockets in temperature. 

 Levi’s cock isn’t particularly long, but what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth, and honestly, you’d take your pussy stretching around a thickness like this over getting your cervix bruised any day. He fills you so perfectly, cock rubbing over your g-spot with every slos stroke. He doesn’t even need to try, just hits that bundle like he was made to, and it isn’t long before your jaw is hanging slack and drool is pooling at the corners of your mouth. 

 “Fucking—...” Your legs are trembling, arms already weak where your elbows are locked. “Fuck, Levi.”

 His pace quickens, the slap of his hips against your ass only slightly muffled by the running water, water you find hitting you right in the face when Levi fists a hand in your hair and tugs your head backward. 

 The scattered stimulation fogs your brain, too many signals firing at once, but the most prominent sensation is Levi moving inside of you. You’re still not entirely used to his size, his cock overwhelming as your pussy stretches around it. The glide is still easy, though, the water having no effect on the slickness between your legs despite its tendency to break down lubricant. 

 You’re just so fucking wet for him. You have been since he made you ride his thigh, since you felt the humiliation that came with soaking both of you with urine. 

 Now, there’s a new pressure building in your gut, not warm like your bladder was, but tight, as if something inside of you needs to pop. 

 Fucking into you hard and fast now, Levi forces that feeling to grow, reaching around you to toy with your clit and causing your legs to shake. You’re painfully close within a few more minutes, moaning his name over and over as you imagine how good it’ll feel to come around his cock, to squeeze him until he finds his own release. You want it—want it so bad, want to feel the way your muscles clench around his thick cock, the way you’ll coat him with your cream so that he calls you filthy again—

 Your orgasm slams into you and makes you arch your back in an almost painful way. Every one of your muscles contract just before going slack, and you cry as your desires comes true, your cunt pulsing around Levi, more slick leaking from it and aiding in his erratic thrusts. 

 You’re ready to sit still, possibly sink to the floor, but it’s not an option right now. Levi is still chasing his own climax, suddenly pulling out and roughly turning you to face him before he lifts you from the tile and presses you against the wall of the stall. 

 You wrap your legs around his waist, and he slips back inside of you, fucking into you at an upward angle that makes you hang your head and whine close to his ear. 

 “Fuck, fuck,” he grunts against your collarbone. “Taking me so well… Like you’re hungry for cock. You gonna be my little cockslut now?” He asks. It may be a rhetorical question, but you still nod because right now, you can’t think of any better way to spend your time. If all you did for the rest of your life was fuck Levi, you’d be content. 

 “All it takes is a little piss, and you’re ready to spread your legs,” he ridicules, reigniting that spark of shame inside of you. 

 When you agree with him through a series of huffs, Levi starts to topple over the edge, managing to pull his hips back enough to slip out of you just in time to coat the outside of your tender pussy with strings of white. He rubs the length of his cock between your folds, only setting you down and stepping back when he’s milked fully, and then he finally relaxes.

 Shoulders dropping, Levi takes a few deep breaths, letting water cascade over his back and eventually tugging you to join him under the spray. 

 Neither of you say a word, either too tired or too busy processing. Soap is passed between the two of you, bodies scrubbed, hair washed, and you don’t really know how the time went by without you having a single coherent thought, but it sure did. 

 You dry off with a towel that Levi hands you, then wring out your sopping clothes, tucking them under your arm before looking back up at the captain, wondering if he has the answers that you don’t.

 “Um… So that was…”

 “Yeah,” he nods.

 “Yeah.” You cluck your tongue, glance around the steam-filled bathroom, then announce, “Okay, well I should head to bed since I am… Thoroughly worn out, so…”

 “Then come on. We’ll hang the clothes on the window sill, throw them in the laundry tomorrow.”

 “You mean—” A frown wrinkles your eyebrows as you look at him skeptically. “You want me to sleep… In your room? Like, with you?” 

 Levi scoffs, reaching out to push you toward the door. “I’m not just gonna fuck you in the shower then send you off to the barracks. What kinda person do you think I am?”

 “You really want me to answer that?” You laugh. There are many words to describe the captain, many of which you learned in the last hour or so.

 “You probably will even if I tell you not to—incapable of keeping your mouth shut. Fucking brat.”

 He leads you to his quarters, shutting and locking the door only to unlatch and open the window. The flame of the candle he lights flickers in the gentle breeze that blows into the room, casting large, moving shadows on the walls. 

 Just as he said, Levi drapes some of your clothes over the edge, his own hanging off the chair at his small desk. After rifling through a couple drawers, he procures a clean shirt and tosses it to you, shamelessly watching as you change into it.

 “In bed. No more talking,” he grunts after pulling a loose tunic over his head. “It’s time to sleep.”

 “So demanding,” you remark with a smirk, crawling under the thin blankets and scooting to the edge to leave room for him. Levi doesn’t bother to respond, just blows out the candle, shushing you again before getting comfortable.

 There’s no spooning, no cuddling of any kind, but right as you’re starting to doze off, you feel a hand settle on your stomach, fingers curling in the material of your borrowed shirt, and you’re glad that the only thing illuminating the room are the dim stars outside so that Levi can’t see you smile.

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winning!Ranmaru Kageyama x Reader: What Have You Done?!

a/n: i just finished the most recent installment in yttd andn holy fuck,,,,,,winner! ranmaru just. holy shit! i love him so much. (also i guess you sort of take saras place? like shes there but youre ranmarus buddy instead and uhh hc that she got joe’s doll for a partner because i love thme) hgnghgh)\

also please leave requests!!! please!!!! for almost any character from almst any fandom!!!!!! please!!!!!!

also this is....a long one. probably gonna be a two parter! <3

“I’ll hold him back, just go! Reko...she....she’s-” 

Watching with the others in the classroom as Kurumada held Ranmaru to the ground by his head, you looked down at Ranmaru’s pleading expression. 

Before you could reach for him though, you were quickly ushered out by your panicked friends and allies.

Ranmaru....what did you...

◤...three hours prior to this...◢

“Keiji! I’m here! Please come out, everyone is so worried!”

“y/n....”

“Are you...there Keiji?”

A hand that clamped around your shoulder sent you into shock as you sprawled forward to the ground. “Waugh!!! Wh-who!?!?” You whipped yourself around to face a concerned looking Ranmaru.

“Heya y/n.” He said with a smirk and a wave. “Gah! Ranmaru, you scared me...!”

“Clearly.” He smiled as he offered a hand out to you. You gave him a pleased smile as you took his hand. “So....Keiji was a no-show, huh?” 

“I mean, Sara was too worried to go alone so I offered to go in her place...but it looks like we should have followed Keiji’s instructions, huh?” You laughed dejectedly, as the missing friendly policeman’s absence was beginning to create a deep worry in the back of your mind. 

The expression on your face seemed to clearly resemble your disappointment of not finding him, as a pair of fingers snapped out in front of you. 

“Heeey? Earth to y/n, I asked you a question. You alright?” 

You gave a curt, polite nod. “Sorry, yeah, what did you say again?”

Ranmaru sighed as he patted your back, “Man, you’re a mess today, eh? I asked....ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴹᵃᵖˡᵉ ˢᵃᶦᵈ....” The last part was quietly spoken, but you heard what he said, and you knew what he meant.

“What!? You mean about what she about....winning?” Ranmaru’s uneasy expression meant that was exactly what he was talking about. 

“We can’t! E-everyone has been...working so hard together, and with you all as our new allies-” “They’re not all your allies. We were made to get rid of you humans, but Maple told me something the rest of them don’t know. Why won’t you let me act on it?! I can save us, save you!”

“That’s enough! I can’t...hear you say that. Not you, Ranmaru, please.” 

“You wouldn’t have to do anything, y/n, I swore I’d protect you. Reko, Sara, Keiji, everyone! I’ll kill them, and I’ll get you out of this horrible game!”

As if the idea of winning crossing Ranmaru’s mind at all hadn’t hurt enough to hear about, here was your partner for this entire floor’s length of horrors telling you he’d kill all your allies to save the both of you.

Ranmaru wasn’t wrong. You were tired. You wanted to go home. You missed your friends, and your regular old life. You adored Ranmaru, and even without knowing what to do after this could end, you wanted to have him by your side.

What am I thinking?!

“Ranmaru! I don’t want you to protect me. I want us to all escape together, and I could never ask you to betray our allies!”

Something about the way you delivered that line stuck with Ranmaru though. You couldn’t ask him? Then you didn’t have to. He’d help you, and he’d take all the responsibility too. All the guilt, the hardships, the terror? He could handle it...if it was for you. You and him were going to win, and you were going to live. And after all his efforts, maybe, just maybe, you could be his.

And with the seeds sown, Ranmaru’s mind began racing with ways to get every single human and doll eliminated before they could realize what was going on. 

And that would begin with the lovely, unknowing Ms. Reko.

◤...present time...◢

“Oh...no....” Sara uttered, her breath entirely taken away from the sight before us.

The magnetic trap mechanism in the locker room had been activated while Reko was in it. “Reko, please, no...holy shit...” Q-taro mourned. Her grotesquely snapped neck was just barely holding her entirely hanging body to the ceiling by her collar.

Everyone was whispering their words of loss and grief. You couldn’t speak though. You instantly made the connection between Kuramada tackling Ranmaru and what he had said about getting here quickly. This was preventable. And actually....

This was your fault.

Ranmaru wanted you to win, and he wanted you to take him with you. You didn’t chastise him enough to stop this, and now Reko’s blood and tears were on your hands. 

The quiet stip-step of shoes tapping on the concrete floor sprung you from your remorseful daze. “y-y/n...I swear...I didn’t-” 

A louder, heavier pair of feet could be heard hitting the solid ground harshly. 

“Bastard! You’ll pay for what you’ve done!! My trust, their trust, you’ve ruined everything!” Kurumada went in for a swing as Ranmaru barely dodged him, bumping his backside into your front.

“NO! It wasn’t me! I wasn’t even anywhere near this room, I was with y/n!” 

“That was a whole goddamn hour ago, you lying piece a’ shit! You woulda been in the control room well after that!”

“Why would I kill Reko?! I had no motive to kill the humans, our tasks were erased and our connections were cut! I would never-”

“Bullshit. No motive? What was all that crap about winning for, then?”

Ranmaru fell silent.

“You...you thought I was dead. And you thought you could leave the transceiver on and cheer yourself on for winning the game, huh?!”

Ranmaru’s silence persisted, your stomach dropping further than you thought possible. 

He took a slow inhale...

“Yeah. I did think you were dead, but now I see you’re just as big of an obstacle as ever. All you damn dolls. I’ll get rid of you all, and y/n and I are gonna win.”

“Ranmaru...”

“I didn’t think I’d get caught on the first try, I mean geez! I really hoped it’d be easier than this, that I could be stealthy, but apparently not...” 

It was like his entire demeanor changed. His usual hesitance to speak, his more crouched and small frame, and his kind meekness were all completely stripped away, replaced by this malicious, devious darkness that seemed to emanate off his body.

“Well, well! Somethin’ fun’s happening in here, amirite?!”

“M-Midori!?” You cried out as his arm creepily slung around your shoulder. You backed away as Ranmaru stayed staring him down. “Ohh, what perfect timing. Midori...I have a deal for you, something to keep this game interesting.” Ranmaru sounded like a perfect copy of Midori, it was beginning to frighten you. Reko’s body still left all the survivors in shock, no one but the three dolls who were as lively as ever being able to speak.

“ ᴿᵃⁿᵐᵃʳᵘ...ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ...“ You finally uttered. 

“What might this deal be, my pathetic doll?” Scoffing at his comment, Ranmaru pleads with him, “If you could just please...kill the dolls. Leave me as the sole doll and I swear I’ll give you a show you’ll never forget.” You weren’t sure what made you sicker, the grin that was spread across both Ranmaru’s and Midori’s faces, or the dark tone Ranmaru suddenly took, his genuineness shining through. He would kill every survivor. You might really win, and you still didn’t know what to think about it. 

The tension in the room was so thick you could slice through it with a knife. Everyone's eyes were trained on you, Ranmaru, and Midori. You felt sick, the energy of the room suffocating you slowly.

"I think I could do something like that."

As if it couldn't drop any lower, your organs practically just disappeared from inside you. "H-hey, you're not...serious, are ya?" Q-taro finally spoke up, the first of the survivors to actually something.

"Why wouldn't I be? This deal is of great benefit to me....and y/n it seems." Midori's tucked in smile sent shivers down your spine as he stared at you with his widened eyes.

"First though...the banquet has to happen."

The reminder brought the most sincere relief you'd ever felt in your life. You still had time to convince Ranmaru not to go through with his ridiculous sabotage plan.

The room calmed as everyone slowly and hesitantly made their way back to the graveyard. How was anyone supposed to work together after something like that...?

◤...to be continued (eventually)...◢

I HAD TO END THIS BECAUSE I WAS SLOWLY FORGETTING WHERE I WAS GOING WITh thIS SO ILL START WITH THE BANQUET IN THE NEXT PART TY FOR READING PLEASE REQUESTS MWAH ILY BYE BYE<3

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Sylvester the Cat x Toon!Reader || Drabble

Plot: I'm just experimenting with the Looney Tune idea so possibly enjoy some cute Sylvester Jr wanting you to be his new other parent.

Warnings: Toon violence?

You're just tying up the ends of Wile E's bandages into a tight little knot, prompting a wince from the coyote and a little board sign saying 'Ouch!'. Immediately you wince, stepping back. "Ohh... sorry, Wile E... I'm not exactly certified... " Daffy made you do this job, seeing as you're worse at sports then any of them- and that's saying something.

His head falls forward slightly and his ears wilt as you step back.

"Okay! Who's nex- " Turning around - picking up some more bandages and band aids in one fist, and an industrial sized tube of Acme branded antiseptic cream tucked under your other arm, - you look about for your next patient.

- And droop as soon as you see what kind if work load is waiting for you. It looks like every toon you know is lined up for medical attention!

The bandages and band aids slip out of your hands and scatter across the floor. "Oh boy." Quickly taking a deep breath to refresh yourself, you perk right up in order to get to it. Okay! "Sly! You're first, what's wro- Uh, hah. Nevermind."

Looking at him... maybe you don't have to ask...

Tweety flies through the giant gaping hole in Sylvester's tummy and the cat gives great sigh, slumping forward. "Why are the only times he's in there are when he can get out!!"

"I know, I know, woe is you. Sit down." You have no time for sympathies right now, you can allocate Sly only 2 minutes- and that's because you like him. The other patients coming get only one. "Okay, Sly!... um... " Oh brother you're stuck. Why do you do with an ailment like this?? Sylvester patiently sits, waiting for you to finish as you set your paws on your hips with a huff... wondering where exactly to go from here. Hm. "Do you maybe... know where your insides... are? Like, presently?"

"Uhh, they were... disintegrated... "

You two share a concerned look. "Maybe... spackle?- "

Just as Sylvester is gulping down his fear at your crazy suggestion, a certain black and white kitten comes speeding out of the crowd at the two of you. "FATHER!" Sylvester Junior stops at his fathers side, eyes wide with worry. "Father! Is he okay, Y/N??"

As you start rifling through your medical kit for something actually useful, you waive a dismissive paw at the kitten. "Oh, don't worry SJ. Your dad has recovered from worse- you know that."

Oh- that gives you an idea! It may not be strictly medical... or orthodox in the least, but its worth a try! Come on- you guys are toons. Straightening up, you look to the court; Searching for the little yellow speck you know is flying around somewhere.

Sylvester Jr nods slowly, pouting. His eyes are big, and round, and adorably full of worry. "Do you think I can sit on his lap safely, Y/N?"

Oh he's just the cutest. You turn back to your patient and raise your brows at him. "Can he?"

Sly perks up at the chance to get some much needed affection - rather then shameful berating, - from his rugrat. "Of course he can- come on, son- oww... " Unfortunately Sylvester Junior throws caution to the wind, and launches his little body at his father- almost going all the way through and causing you to seriously wince, but luckily Sylvester has a good grip on him and sets him in his lap rather then inside the cavern that was his belly. "Aghhh... thanks, son... I feel a lot better now... oof!- "

Sylvester Junior has thrown his arms around his father, and your heart leaps at the adorable scene...

Except- you wouldn't have, if you had heard what was really going on in that hug.

Sylvester's eyes widen and he deadpans at his son, hearing the words that come out in a rushed, hoarse whisper as soon as the hug he thought was genuine closes around his neck. Of course... this is his son, after all...

"How am I doing, Father?? Is Y/N looking?? I've been told that other cats become more inclined to date a cat who's good with children!, and since you're hopeless at that, I've elected myself, your darling baby son, to help you! So, are they looking father??"

"Junior!"

"Yes father???"

"I do not need your help to woo anyone, and I'm working on Y/N... " Sly tries to assure Jr, not sounding totally sure as his eyes fall downcast. "Its, uh, just a slow process, is all... " After a moment, he proudly lifts his chin, and he would puff out his chest, if... you know.. it was there... "I got your mother on my own, didn't I??"

Sylvester's proud moment is cut off quickly as his son pulls away from him to give a very deadpanned, sassy expression at the mention of his absentee mother cat. "And where is she, may I ask, father??"

A loud 'Aha!' comes from you a few feet away as you jump up, and grab something right out of the air.

Deeply rolling his eyes, irritation flickering inside him at the antics of his son, Sylvester Sr plonks him down on the bench beside him, angrily crossing his arms. Jr follows suit, looking like an exact replica of his father... except, smaller.

Blinking blankly around to see the two, with Tweety now wriggling around in your paws, you giggle at the sight. "What happened to you two? You were having such a heart warming father-son moment a second ago!"

"I'm full of shame, Y/N. Oh woe... "Sylvester Jr sighs, shaking his head as Sr turns his head slowly to look at him. "How am I to face my friends at the playground... My father- a loser!"

Sylvester pointedly looks away, angry eyes pointing towards the court. "My son... a spoiled brat. How am I ever to show my face in society, again?" An even heavier sigh comes out of Sylvester Jr at that remark, and Sylvester Sr immediately jumps up from the bench, pointing a stern finger at his son. "Oh no ya don't- Don't you dare get out that bag!!"

"But Father! I'm full of shame!" Sylvester Jr whines, holding the paper bag in his lap as you watch the two in wonderment. How they can bicker like this, and still have such an adorable, open relationship you have no clue - some kids are too scared to talk back to their fathers, - but the state of these two's relationship is truly, really endearing to you.

Oh how you love Sly... You catch yourself swooning at the thought of him, and immediately stop yourself. Stop it, Y/N! This is not the time for that. Taking a deep breath, you shake yourself. Okay, back to the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Sylvester snatches the paper bag away from Jr. "Oh, cut that out, wouldja?!"

While there's a pause in the argument, you jump and take your chance to hold up Tweety in front of Sylvester's face- his pupils shrinking at the sight and his teeth growing sharper, somehow.

"Oh no oh no- You mean old puddy tads- using me like this!" Tweety exclaims, wings pressed firmly to your paws and pushing, struggling to wiggle up and out of your tight grip. Yeah yeah, you think. Tell it to the choir.

Hopefully when I let Tweety go, Sly will give chase... and be all better!

Heh... isn't that how it works? It is, right? He'll 'perk right up'! you could say.

"Alright... here goes nothing!" You squeak, closing your eyes and letting Tweety go, hoping to god that Sylvester doesn't trample you in his endeavour to snatch his favourite little yellow bird.

Feeling a wind blow against you side and ruffling your fur as Sylvester springs to action, you slowly crack your eyes open again- first seeing Sylvester Jr as he still sits on the bench in front of you swinging his legs over the side of the bench, before peaking over your shoulder, and... "Yes!" You cry out as soon as your keen feline eyes catch sight of Sylvester looking good as new again on the court, chasing Tweety through the still-roaring basketball game. Clasping your hands together, your tail wiggles excitedly behind your back. "It worked!"

"What?" Sylvester hears your cheering and immediately halts in his tracks, looking at you then down at himself- a big, toothy smile spreading across his face when he see's he's all better. "Y/N! You did it! Thanks!"

"Of course!" You call back, then point at the scoreboard and wink. "Now kick those Monstar's butts for me!"

The green Monstar turns a squinty looking evil eye on you at hearing your words but you don't care- you're far too busy burning the image of Sly giving you a thumbs up into your mind.

"Heheh, no problem... " That trademark evil grin slips across Sly's face again as he rubs his paws together, turning his attention back to the game as you sigh, paws on your hips; Happy with your job well done.

"Uh, hello??" Someone speaks up from behind you, and you jump, suddenly remembering the mile long line of toons that still need medical attention.

Ohhh... great. You slowly turn around, seeing Elmer giving you angry eyes and quickly look extremely apologetic, paws awkwardly behind your back and spine as straight as a plank. Oops!

You might seem help... you think you tilting your head to see the rest of the long... long, l o n g line. "Uhh... SJ? You wanna help me play nurse, maybe?"

"Oh, yes Y/N!" He exclaims enthusiastically, hopping off the bench and taking up your medical kit in his short little arms- which is way too big for him. You giggle and take it from the kitten, patting his head. "I'll be happy to be your assistant!"

Fist bumping each other, you wink. "That's the kinda attitude I like to see! Lets go."

~

A couple hours and countless injuries later and the game is coming to a nail chewing close. Truly, this is a new level of anxiety you're feeling as you leave Sylvester Junior, now exhausted and up past his bedtime, curled in Granny's lap with a blanket strewn over him. Then you sit back down to watch the game beside a very injured Sly, as Witch Hazel defibrillates Taz.

If Michael doesn't make this shot - with but seven seconds to go, - he has to move to Moron Mountain in your place. You all dragged him here for help and now h's the one with everything on the line.

You cant help but feel a massive load of guilt.

"Oh I cant watch!" You squeak suddenly amongst the thunderous sounds of the audience at 4 seconds, and cover your eyes. "Tell me when its over!"

.

.

.

3 seconds later, the buzzer screeches and you hear the toons around you cheering, and peak out nervously from beyond your paws. ... What happened?

Your gaze flickers to the score board.

Oh my god. A deep, relieved breath comes out of you. "We won!?"

"We won!" Sylvester concurs, jumping up from the bench and throwing a fist into the air. Then he puts his paws on your arms and beams down at you. "We're not gonna be slaves!!"

You wonder what you could say in response, but the one thing your body is telling to you to do is throw your arms around him- so you do. And he doesn't think twice before squeezing you back, picking you up and swinging you around.

Then the world comes crashing down around Sly, as his son opens his eyes to see the scene- and gasps. The kitten sits up quickly in Granny's lap and points. "Oh, father! You did it! I knew you could do it!"

Immediately Sylvester puts you down, his paws retreating from you and a definite sense of nervousness - and maybe embarrassment? - settles over him. You raise your brows, confused, but still swimming in the joy of the game being won and just tilt your head as you confusedly smile. "What did he do??"

Sly Jr doesn't even think a second before gleefully elaborating- despite his father very nearly shaking his soul free waving his hands at him in a doomed endeavour to shut his son up. "No- stop, Junior!- "

"Asked you out! Didn't he?" As the wide eyed bewilderment on your face and the utter horror on Sylvester's dawns on Jr, his shoulders drop and he turns disappointedly at his dad. "Didn't you?"

"No!"

"Oh, father!- "

Sylvester Sr's tail, shoulders, and head slump forward as he turns his kitten around so he faces away from the two of you, embarrassment replaced by exasperation. "You're tired, son. Go to sleep. Night night, sleep tight, sweet dreams, don't let the bed bugs bite and we'll talk in the morning." Then he slowly, meekly turns back to you.

And you're practically glowing. "Sly... what's he talking about?"

"Father likes you!- " Sylvester Jr tries to speak up again, turning his head but Sr twists his head carefully back, a reprimanding tone in his voice.

"Sleep! Hah hah... " Sylvester (Sr) turns back to you, arms held carefully behind his back as he chuckles nervously. "My son is... troubled... a little- "He point at his head and swirls his finger; A gesture reading 'Loopy'. As soon as the meaning behind that word and his gesture occurs to you, you visibly droop. Oh. Okay... I guess SJ was just messing with us... Sly watches this reaction, and his ears perk up quickly; Sensing some dissappintment. "I mean, uh... unless you liked the i-idea?"

You peak up at him again from the floor, seeing his face slowly going red. "... D-do you?"

"Wha- I asked first! You answer the question."

"Hey." Setting your fists to your hips, you look stubbornly at him. "You were just taking it all back! So you tell the truth. Which is it??"

"Yeah- but I asked the question first!"

"Sylvester James Pussycat Senior!"

"Pfft... if you think pulling full name on me is going to change anything... " He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "You've got another thing comin'!"

Your eyes narrow, and so do his, before suddenly Taz jumps up from the bench he was resting on and ZOOMS past Sly so fast and so hazardously, that he's caught off guard and jumps forward with a yelp- accidentally knocking you.

"Oh!-"

"H-hold on, I got ya!!" Sylvester's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and he grabs you just before gravity manages to drag you down to the ground; Pulling you back up to your feet- which just so happens to bring you two extremely close together.

Two sets of eyes widen and faces go red.

Everything seems to go a little quieter around you, the deafening sounds of the auditorium seeming to get plunged under water as the crazy all just slows down for just a moment. Enough for you to enjoy the few seconds you foreseeably get before he jumps back like someone sprayed him.

But to your surprise, he doesn't move. Just stands there and looks shocked... but does not move even an inch away from you. Doesn't even let go of you.

Finally, after a few good moments, you sigh and give in. "... Sly, would you like to go out sometime with me?"

"Ah... " His ears flatten against his head as he looks bashful, with a cute little smile that makes your stomach do backflips as he curls his tail around yours. "Yes, I'd like that very much."

You lean up and give him a feather light kiss on the cheeks- and he goes even redder.

[kino-alternative]

“ To Be Someone ”

|| Hajime Hinata X Gender Neutral!Reader ||

❀ There he stood, staring at the huge building in front of him. The building in front of him was Hope's Peak Academy, the school of the talented and gifted.

From sports stars, singers, musicians to something as big as a yakuza, princess, heck- even something as complicated as luck. Those that excel at their own specific talent that no average person could reach are called an Ultimate.

That's what Hajime Hinata dreamed to be. Someone with an ultimate. Someone with talent. To be someone. Though, he is nothing but an average, normal, talentless and good for nothing reserve course student. That was him. He was nobody. A nobody who could only dream.

Hajime gripped on the strap of his bag as his eyebrows furrowed. Just dreaming. A dream that won't become reality. He turned around, looking at the ground as he began to walk away from the main building.

As he continued to walk to the Reserve Course Department, someone else passed by him and headed to the main building. Hajime stopped his tracks and turned his head to look behind him. Sakura petals blocked his view. The only thing he could see was the main building uniform and the keychain clipped onto their bag.

Soon enough, the person disappeared from sight when the gates closed. Hajime continued to stare, his eyes glistened before tearing away his gaze and walking back to his original destination.

❀ Leaning on the bench of the park located in between the two schools, Hajime let out a long sigh of exhaustion. Throwing his head back, he admired the orange-red-yellow mixed sky. It was quiet. No one really went to the park since the talentless and talented refused to meet each other.. or something like that.

Huh? what was that? Is that... Is someone humming? Before Hajime could even lift his head, he gave in. He couldn't help but let himself relax to it. It was soothing and comforting. Like most sappy writers describe, it felt like a warm hug or being cradled gently like a baby.

Bringing himself back to reality, he opened his eyes and lifted his head. He then turned around to look behind him. There, he spotted a familiar looking keychain and the main building uniform. This was the person from before. What were they doing here?

The person opened their eyes, revealing a (E/C} color. They stared right back at him, their humming stopped as silence once again returned. Both took this as their chance to get a better look of the other.

They opened their mouth, their eyebrows raised "You're...The boy from before, right?" Hajime slowly nodded, almost hesitantly "Y-Yeah.. Are you..?" He trailed off once they answered with a nod as well. The boy thought for a moment. He wanted to ask them something but wasn't quite sure if it's okay.

After debating in his head and listing the cons and pros, he opened his mouth and asked "If you don't mind me asking...What were you doing at the Reserve Course Department?" Dang it. That came out rude.

They didn't seem to pay any mind to it and furrowed their eyebrows, a smile forming on their face. "You want to be an Ultimate someday... Right?" Before he could respond to their rather true assumption, they added on "The same goes for me...Just the exact opposite of what you want to be"

Opposite? "The exact opposite of what I want to be...?" Hajime slowly repeated as he processed their answer. The gears in his head started to turn when it clicked, his eyes slowly widening while at it. "You... Want to be a Reserve Course Student?"

They nodded.

He was confused.

"Why-" "Maybe some other time" They cut him off, standing up from their seat and grabbing their bag as they put their earphones and phone away. They began to walk back to the main department, stopping for a moment and looking at the brunette. Raising their hand and smiling, they said "See ya! Oh, and don't forget to tell me your name, alright?"

Before the boy could even utter a word or sound, the same kind of petals once again blocked his view. And once they were out of his sight, the person was already gone.

Hajime didn't noticed until now that his hand was reached out. He looked at it and stared at his palm. The exact opposite of what he wanted to be. That was their reasoning.

Unlike him, a person who wishes to have talent... Wishes to be someone special... They want to be a person who has no talent? Do they wish to be someone ordinary?

❀ Back in front of the gates of Hope's Peak Academy. Hajime sighed, lowering his head. He still didn't quite understood why the person wanted to be like him. To be nobody.

"Ah, so you are here" He flinched and immediately turned around. There standing with their usual smile was the person themselves. They raised their hand, waved it "Hey" "S-Sorry.. Er.." That's right. They still haven't introduced to each other.

The person then walked to his side, staring at the main building. Though, unlike him, their eyes weren't filled with any positive emotions or even a tiny bit of admiration. It was just blank. No interest whatsoever.

He wonders why that is.

"We haven't introduced to each other yet, right?" They asked, their eyes now staring at his. Hajime blinked and nodded "Yeah.." The person faced him, pointing a finger at themselves, "I'm Y/N L/N, Ultimate Music Writer" They held out their hand for him to take and shake.

Hajime smiled awkwardly and took their hand "I'm Hajime Hinata. Reserve Course Student"

Their hand was warm/cold. How comforting.

"Well, Hajime, I don't normally go to class... Do you have enough time left before school starts?" Y/N asked with a tilt of their head, their eyebrows raising. Hajime pulled out his phone and pressed the on button, his screen opening and there said the time. Oh, he was- An hour early!? Since when!?

He decided not to ask and simply nodded at the person, "Yeah. At the park?" He asked back. They grinned and turned around, "Mhmm, c'mon"

The walk there was filled with small talk, just to ease the tension just a bit and get to know each other. Asking the basic questions, what do you like to do? Any hobbies? Etc...

Although Hajime - he believes - had pretty basic answers, Y/N didn't seem to mind at all and continued on.

Once they get to their destination, they sat on one of the benches.

Hajime glanced at them for a split second before looking at the fountain. He decided to think and zone out for a bit. Asking questions to himself as he pondered...

Is it okay for me to ask them?

Is it too early?

Before his thoughts could fully consume him, his mouth open and said on it's own "You don't have to tell me now. I think we should try to get each other first" Y/N stared at him , their eyes slightly wide. Ah, they didn't expect that. Neither did Hajime himself.

Y/N had a smile, a smile that you could tell was relief. Relief of not having to tell something you don't want to. They closed their eyes and thanked the brunette, "Agreed. Thanks"

Hajime couldn't help but smile back as well. Relief of not choosing/saying the wrong thing. "So, you were saying?" He asked with a tone to signal them. With that, the subject changed as the ultimate rambled "Oh! Right! Apparently, that wasn't the actual-"

❀ Everyday. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. They would meet at the park. The place that stored many memories between the two opposite students from the two different buildings. They would laugh. They would fight. They would vent. They would even stay quiet and still managed to enjoy their time together.

They would be there for the other when they need them most.

"Ah, there you are" Y/N smiled as they raised and turned their from the phone in their hands to the brunette walking towards them. They let out a hum. A hum that signals that they knew what the other was feeling. They set their phone down and asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Hajime, despite the fake smile on his face, knew better than to lie to them. Especially since the two have been best friends for a while now. Although he doesn't want to bother them, he was quite glad that someone asked him and actually sounded genuinely concern.

The boy sat down beside them, throwing his head back as he closed his eyes. With a sigh, he said "The leaves are green" That, indeed, was true. Y/N tilted their head, nodding slowly, "I see... Who or what? Why?" But to them, that meant something else.

As cheesy as it sounds, the music writer once told him that they had an idea. Specifically, signal ideas. Hajime, of course, thought it wasn't necessary but did so anyway. He thought he wouldn't need to use the them but they were, in fact, useful at most situations.

The one he just used now, meant envy and or jealousy.

"..." He stayed silent at first, having second thoughts before saying what he had on his mind. His thoughts and feelings. "This is gonna sound very stupid... And probably getting annoying but.. I guess I'm just really jealous of you"

Y/N blinked, "Me?" They didn't sound offended. They sounded more... Confused than anything. Which Hajime was thankful for since he didn't want to offend them in any way.

"An Ultimate. Someone that excels at a specific thing and an even higher than actual professionals.. Talent, basically" He smiled. A sad one. "The usual, you know?.."

"..."

Y/N stayed silent as they leaned on the bench, throwing their head back as well with their eyes closed. Hajime's, now open, eyes looked at them with a lift of his head. It looked like they were stuck in their mind.

It wasn't unusual, so he patiently waited.

""Maybe some other time", that's what I said when we first met, right?" They suddenly asked, which kind of startled him. Hajime fully lofted his head and shifted slightly in his seat to look at them despite their closed eyes. "Yeah.."

"I wanted to be free. Free from everyone's expectations. Free from my title" They stared back at him, noticing how he was closely listening to what they were saying. "To be someone who could just do what they want and who they want to be. To be someone even without talent. Because to me, talent isn't the only way that makes you someone or special"

They smiled and lifted their head, hands on their knees as they looked at the brunette. "To me, everyone is their own person and special in their own way. Talent or none" They grinned, their eyes closed as they exclaimed "And to me, Hajime Hinata is special and an ultimate in his own way"

Hajime stared at them, his eyes widening. Before he knew it, his face was red and his heart was pounding. Flustered. Touched. He felt... Special. Just by hearing them say it.

He cools down, his cheeks are still have a visible pink color on them. A smile made it's way on his face. Ah, so that's their reason.

"Oh, I was going to tell you more but it seems like time passes by rather quickly" Y/N pointed at the time on their phone. Hajime snapped out of his trance, eyebrows raised as he asked "Huh? What were you-"

Before he could continue, they stood up from the bench and looked down at the brunette. With their hand raised and waving, they said those words "Maybe some other time" And with that, they left.

Hajime watched them disappear from sight. He blinked before putting his hand down and smiled softly. He stood up from the bench and began to take his leave as well.

He understood what they meant. So now looking forward, he was taking his first step of not having to worry about becoming someone. Because now... Talent or talentless... Everyone is their own person, special in their own way.

[liibrii]

fem!Miya!reader x Suna Rintarou || mostly platonic || part of the Third Miya series

Synopsis: A glimpse into your friendship with Suna during your 1st year at Inarizaki High school.

Warnings: barely proofread, general stupidity, there's a serial killer joke, reader is a lil shit

wc: 1.6k

a/n: naming chapters is hard 😭 as always feedback is greatly appreciated and if you wanna be tagged in future chapters let me know!

Friendship with Suna is one of those where you can't quite remember how or when it started. One week he was just that lanky guy sitting at a desk to the right of you, the next week you walked home together and you told him your brothers' embarrassing childhood stories in exchange for chemistry homework. In a way it's an echo of all your childhood friendships forged on the beach with other kids you only knew for a week but during that week you'd take over the world for them if they asked. But the one week friendship with Suna became two weeks, three weeks, and after the fourth you stopped counting.

Suna Rintarou is a funny guy. Not funny as in telling jokes or spouting quips and smirks. He's funny in a way that even now you can't really tell who he is. He's quiet. But not shy in the slightest. He moved over from Aichi and you cringe at the memory of saying: “Oh so that's why ya talk funny. I thought yer just pretentious,“ when he told you. Your ears catch on fire by just thinking about it. So embarrassing. But he must have pretty low standards for his friends because at the time he didn't really seem bothered by your slip of the tongue. The next day he offered you a chuupet and that was enough to buy your undying loyalty.

Suna's a funny guy. You don't know how he became your friend, you don't know what he sees in you that makes him put up with you. But you're glad to have an inside man on the volleyball team.

Years of living together with the same person makes one develop the ability of sniffing out trouble before they even start to happen. In this case it's four empty pudding packages in the trash bin that make you decide to nope right out of there before Tsumu tries to blame you for their mysterious disappearance. Again.

You put on music and walk aimlessly through the streets, one of those walks where it doesn't matter if you get lost because you have no clue where you're headed anyway. Everyone needs a stroll like that from time to time. Often they lead to situations that would otherwise probably never happen. Like running into a serial killer, but luck is on your side today so the only person you run into is a familiar lanky figure stretching by the side of the road. “Sunarin! Didn't expect to meet ya here!“

He looks up and his blushed sweaty face wears the same expression as ever. In the last months you've learned Suna has two expressions, the deadpan one, and the deadpan one with furrowed brows. “O, Miya. Well, I live nearby.“ Oh right, you did pass the bus station where he exits just a song ago. “Taking a stroll, are you?“

“Samu and Tsumu are having a screamin' match right now so I decided to get myself out of there before they'd drag me into it.“

“Tragic. Where are you headed?“

Your destination is 'who cares' so you join Suna on a walk. It's good he already ran his evening route because you're not in the mood to reenact a wanna be healthy person's only free time activity.

Just a short walk between the apartment buildings by the side of the road you reach a path of cobble stones that leads further between trees.  

“What? You didn't know there's a park here?“ Suna smirks and you're surprised his face muscles are even capable of stretching so far.

You shake your head, slightly embarrassed. “No, I really didn't. To be fair this neighbourhood used to be ruled by another clan so we never played around here,“ you quickly add as if children clan wars from years ago are a better excuse than simply being unfamiliar with this part of the town.

Suna doesn't comment but the corners of his mouth keep tugging up even after you walk through the park. Or maybe that's because you tripped over nothing while watching a cat cross your path.

“We have a cat back home,“ he tells you and shows you the picture of his little sister with a big fluffy orange cat on her lap.

“So cute,“ you coo, “looks just like ya.“

“Oh yeah, lots of people say she looks just like me. I think I'm more handsome though.“

“No, I meant the cat.“

This time you're the one prepared to jump away form a well aimed kick but Suna only gives you a disappointed glare. “I thought you were the nice Miya.“

You sympathetically pat his shoulder. “Sorry. My sincere condolences. Shall I send some flowers for the funeral of yer last brain cell? Samu always wanted a cat but dad wouldn't let him.“

“Really? Why not?“

“Oh he made the mistake of asking just after the mango incident.“

“The-“

“Only Miyas are allowed to know about it,“ you say, snickering at Suna's furrowed brows. You know curiosity is going to eat at him for weeks to come. Maybe you should come up with a cover story, just in case. “Do ya miss yer friends? Ones from Aichi I mean?“

Suna thinks for a moment, maybe still trying to figure out what a mango incident could possibly be. “Sometimes,“ he says after a while and a poke to his side, “but I met a lot of new people at the dorms. Inarizaki isn't that bad either. There's you and Ginjima, and your brothers sometimes, and ehm,“ he mumbles as he tries to remember whom else he could call a friend.

“If Tsumu or Samu bring this topic up just let them know ya were my friend first,“ you pout. That's the problem with having had siblings in the same class for the entire grade and middle school; all your friends were also their friends. “It can't be easy,“ you say, half trying to make him feel better, and half just changing the topic that's starting to turn his ears red, “movin' over here I mean. Ya really left all ya knew behind for volleyball. That's pretty admirable. Ya just might be as crazy as Samu and Tsumu.“

“Please don't compare me to your brothers,“ says Suna.

“That bad, eh? So what's it like? Livin' in a dorm?“

“Oh. Well. We're four in a room-“

“Yikes. And I thought havin' two other people in your room is a lot.“

Suna laughs. Oh, so he can do that. It suits him, you decide after a moment. “Now take into account that two of those keep leaving dirty socks around.“

“Oh I know what that's like,“ you nod, all too familiar with dirty socks under table, under bed and other parts of bed you'd rather not think about.

“I doubt you'd get in trouble for punching them though.“

“Oh I would.“ You look him over. “Ya don't really look like a punchin' type to me. More a very petty guy. Soy sauce in mornin' tea kind of guy.“

“You're giving me ideas.“

“Thanks, that will be one kit-kat. Or none if ya put some in Samu's water bottle.“

“All in all dorm isn't that bad,“ Suna tells you once you both stop laughing over the prospect of putting soy sauce into Osamu's drink. “Wish I could sleep a bit longer in the morning but what can you do? And I miss mom's cooking. We cook ourselves and the food is good. Usually. It's just not the same, you know? Want a chuupet?“

“Ya brought a chuupet to an evenin' run?“

You still gladly take the fruit stick. It's a rare occasion in which it isn't in danger of being snatched away by one of your co-spawns. You don't comment but the next day a neatly wrapped bento box waits on Suna's table.

Suna doesn't quite remember when you became friends. One day you were a girl from his class that looked suspiciously similar to those loud Twins on the volleyball team (the moment he realised your last name is in fact Miya too he felt incredibly stupid for not noticing sooner), the next day you're hanging with him during breaks and sending him messages along the lines of 'I'll buy you as many chuupets as ya want if ya tell me what happened at practice yesterday, I need to let Tsumu know who's the boss' that usually arrive in the middle of the night. Even if they wake him up your name popping on his screen still makes him smile.

Really it takes impossibly long for Suna to realise he doesn't enjoy being in your presence only because being friends with you is as easy as getting the ball around a block or because you're the one Miya to voluntarily share your food with him.

The moment the cogs finally fell in their place and began to spin, making the little 'there might be something more' thought appear is one he'll remember for the rest of his life, and will quite probably haunt his nightmares too.

That's the thing about emotions (truly the revelations of that day are almost too much for his volleyball focused teenage brain), they take over neurones in charge of sending information around the brain, bribing the ones running toward mouth to run faster than the ones heading towards the comprehension centre, and then you find yourself in awkward situations such as saying your name out loud in the packed locker room followed by: “She's really funny and amazing. I like her a lot.“

But the situation being awkward is the least of Suna's problems as two pairs of almost identical brown eyes stare him down.

Oh, shit.

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[thedepthsoffandomminds]

FLIES THE HAWK P26

Master list

The following day you go back to the dojo, watching the boys at the pond wasn't nearly as entertaining as it was the day before. You decided to get some reading done, keeping yourself out of the sun under one of the trees.

Your attention was pulled back when Miguel jumped into the pond and told the others to do the same. They circled the balancing platform, making the koi swim under the it. Miguel grabbed one of the fish winning the right to choose the gateraid for next week. After that the training stepped up a bit more.

Danny seemed to be treating Miguel as his personal apprentice than one of a team and on Johnny's return and seeing him receive the blue and white head band you knew Johnny felt the same. You cringed when you saw Miguel leave with Danny at the end of the day. Johnny looked defeated.

That evening Demetri was the one to come to your house. You had to admit it was nice to have someone else there with you. Eli was great but the tension between you could get too much.

The two of you sat with pizza watching a movie together when you got a text.

Robby: you know lying to me is shit right?

Y/n: what?

R: I saw you last night. You and him.

Y/n: Robby, it was just dinner. I told you already people stay with me everyday because of cobra kai.

R: wouldn't have to if you'd not moved on so quickly.

Y/n: I'm sorry, I just don't want to be scared anymore. You became my best friend and I don't want to lose that.

R: you're my best friend too, but it hurt seeing you.

Y/n: I'm sorry.

No reply. Tears stung your eyes but you didn't want to cry in front of Demetri. He had also been on his phone.

"Hey do you mind if Yas comes over?" He asks.

"Sure, just don't do anything gross on my sofa." You chuckle, "I think I'm gunna head up. I'll see you in the morning." You ruffle his hair and head up to your room, looking out the window you can see Eli's house. His bedroom light is on and you can see his mum in the doorway. They talk for a while as you watch them. When she leaves Eli stands from his bed and goes over to the window seeing you. He waves and you wave back. He grabbed his phone and you grabbed yours.

E: You okay? Demetri looking after you?

Y/n: all good. I'm just tired. Turning in.

E: okay princess, call me if you need me

You blow a kiss to him and turn away, sliding into your bed.

The following day was uneventful until the evening, when you all decided to go to the drive in. You were sat in a car with Sam Miguel and Eli. Demetri was in Yas's car with a few of the other miyagi-do and eagle fang students.

"Anyone fancy a drink?" Eli asked. You nodded, "grab me some chocolate as well?" You asked with a grin.

"Anything for you." He joked, placing his hand on yours.

He wondered off toward the concessions stand when a young kid carrying far too much knocked in to him. The situation quickly escalated, turns out the kid is a CK and the three dojos were squaring off. You stayed out of it, wishing everyone could just be friends.

Miguel came up with an idea to trick them, having Robby, Tory and the others head over to the baseball pitch. Instead of fighting, they hand landed themselves squarely in the middle of the sprinklers and watering time.

Your friends laughed seeing them getting wet.

"We didn't even have to throw a punch!" Eli laughed, before Sam drove away. You knew there would be a retaliation, so you offered for everyone to stay at your house that night. At least if you're all together you'd have numbers on your side.

Eli came up stairs with you when the others decided to sleep in the living room. He sat down on the armchair as you climbed into your bed.

"You can sleep in here if you want." You whisper. Eli walks straight over and slides in beside you. You face each other, starring into his eyes.

"Eli?"

"Yeah." He licks his lips and you feel the nerves in his body.

"Do you still... Do you want to kiss me?" You ask, biting down on your bottom lip.

"All the time." He admits.

"Well you can." You were glad it was dark enough that he wouldn't see your blush. Eli let out a breath, moving his head closer to yours until his lips lightly touched yours. It was soft and short, leaving you wanting more. Feeling brave this time you moved pulling him into a longer, more wanton kiss, your mouths opening and tongues fighting for dominance. His hand came up to cup your face as your bodies pressed against each other. Butterflies danced around in your belly as he held you close.

Pt27

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[mageofseven]

The Undateables version! Here's the Brothers' post~

Also:

Not Obey Me related, but I recently found this picture and felt is was fitting lol

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Diavolo:

His Queen had only been living with him for a few days at this point.

The couple had been dating for two years and the prince had finally decided to bring up the subject of MC moving in with him.

He had wanted to for a while now, but was a afraid to seem too pushy with his Sweetheart.

Plus, part of him worried that they wouldn't want to. After all, there's always something fun going on at House of Lamentation. In comparison, his castle is a quiet, cold place.

That only made the prince want his human to live with him even more though

So when the two discussed the idea and MC said yes, the man was overjoyed.

It's been three days since his Sweetheart moved in though and they seemed rather anxious.

This night, the prince had been working late and was finally ready to retreat to his room for the night, but upon seeing his bed empty and Queen missing, the man grew concerned.

Diavolo stopped his butler in the hall, who was also retreating for the night, to ask where MC was.

Barbatos had informed his lord that the human was in the kitchen, baking some sort of cookie-brownie hybrid treat.

Diavolo raised an eyebrow before thanking his friend and heading to the kitchen.

Just as the other demon said, MC was in the kitchen. The human sat on the floor in front of the stove, watching the treats bake.

"My Queen?"

The human jumped, but upon noticing it was their boyfriend, gave an anxious smile.

"Oh... hi Sweetie."

The prince sat on the floor next to the human, laying his hand on their leg.

"What's wrong? Why are you sitting on the floor at this time of night?"

The human didn't answer, just went back to staring at the stove and wrapping their arms around themselves.

The big demon pulled them into his arms, embracing his Sweetheart.

"MC, you know you can talk to me."

The human buried their face in his chest, breathing in their boyfriend's scent and letting themselves find peace from it.

"I just...please don't be upset..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I be upset?"

The human sighed and explained it to their boyfriend.

When Diavolo had asked them if they wanted to move in with him, the human became anxious. They weren't really good with change and didn't wanna leave the Brothers, who had become family to them

But they also felt pressured to. Not by Diavolo, but by unspoken expectations. Wasn't two years a long time to date without moving in together? They didn't have anything to compare it to, but they assumed so.

They worried that by saying no, they'd be halting the progression of their relationship and acknowledged that even if they loved living at House of Lamentation that surely they couldn't do so forever.

MC agreed because it felt like it was inevitable that it would happen at some point.

For the first two nights, MC could push through because they got to cuddle their boyfriend as they fell asleep, but since he worked late tonight, MC became so unbearably lonely

And all they could think about was how if they still lived at House of Lamentation that they could have gone to Levi's room to play games or head to the kitchen with Beel and chat as he ate or be comforted by Asmo when gets back from a party or stop in to check up on Lucifer and bring him coffee

But they couldn't because they weren't there and that made the human incredibly anxious and sad.

The human knew it wasn't as if they'd never see the Brothers again, that it was just that they were restricted to the daytime

But their anxiety about the change was still enough to push the human into keeping busy, hence the baking.

The prince felt so guilty. He kissed his Queen's forehead.

"I'm so sorry, my Sweetheart. I did not know that this would be such a difficult adjustment for you."

"I...I didn't say anything so of course you didn't know. Please don't blame yourself."

Diavolo kept his human close and stroked their hair.

"What can I do for you? Would you...would rather move back in with Lucifer and his brothers?"

MC pulled back and gave a small smile to their boyfriend.

"You're too sweet." The human leaned in and kissed their boyfriend. "Dia...thank you. I want stay here with you though; I want to give this a chance because...I know if I can adapt that we're going to be so very happy."

Diavolo smiled back at his Sweetheart and pulled them back in for a tight hug

...then starting smelled something burning.

After handling the now charcoal-looking treats, the prince carried his Queen bridal style back to their room, loving his human so deeply and cherishing this time with them as they both fell asleep.

Barbatos:

MC was staying the night at the castle with him. It was the first time the two of them have ever slept in the same bed

And ever done some...others things.

Tonight was definitely a milestone for the couple.

After the nights activities, the two had fallen asleep.

At some point though, Barbatos woke up with a sudden gnawing feeling as if something was wrong

And glanced at the other side of the bed to find that the human was gone.

After getting dressed, the man wandered the castle in search of them and found MC in the kitchen.

"My Dear?" The butler stepped inside just in time to see them pull the pie out of the oven.

The human smiled nervously at him.

"Oh...hi." They looked away. "Sorry, I just...yeah."

Barbatos raised an eyebrow.

"Is there something on your mind?" He approached the human as they set the pie on the on the counter.

MC stared down into the pie.

"Barb...are you really okay with settling for me?"

The man pursed his lips and stared at them for a moment before laying his hand on their cheek.

"I am sorry I that ever made you believe such a thing was worth asking, my Pet. I assure you, 'settling' is not the case. Life has gifted me with you and I treasure you above all else."

"E...Even though I'm human?"

"MC, I have no issues with your race. You are a person, same as I, and a lovely one at that."

The human launched at the man, pulling him into a hug. Eyes wide, Barb started stroking their hair.

"Is this why you're out of bed and...baking in the middle of the night?"

"Mhmm." His Dear mumbled from against his chest. "I just...I couldn't sleep after...you know...and these thoughts filled my head and I just wanted to keep busy so I didn't have to focus on them."

"Do you regret it, my Dear? Did we move too fast?"

"No!" MC pushed back. "I was ready...I was so happy. I just...afterwards, it just felt kinda scary. You make me feel so incredibly loved and it's overwhelming since I don't feel as if I deserve it."

The human took his hand and squeezed it.

"I love you. This...this is just me. This is my issue and you help just by loving me despite it, okay?"

Barbatos leaned in and kissed their forehead.

"Alright, my Dear." He told them. "Now, is there anything you need?"

MC glanced at the pie then smiled shyly.

"...Wanna eat some cherry pie with me?"

He gave them a small smile in return.

"If that is what you wish, my Dear."

Solomon:

MC was spending the night at Purgatory Hall with their boyfriend.

It was around 1am when Solomon felt the other human slip out of bed.

Assuming they just needed to use the restroom, the man didn't think much of it and let himself drift back to sleep.

About an hour later, the man turned on his side and reached out to hold his little Minx to his chest, just to find the space next to him still empty.

The sorcerer frowned, not able to fall back asleep with MC unaccounted for.

He gave a sleepy groan before kicking off the blankets and rising from the bed, heading towards his door.

He found the other human in the kitchen with the counter covered with peanut butter cookies and a plate of their own with them at the table with a glass of milk.

"Little Minx, was this really necessary at 2am?" He asked, smiling at them in a mild amusement.

The other human jumped at his voice and accidentally dropped their cookie in their milk, causing a splash and small drops of milk to spill on the table.

MC pouted, causing their boyfriend to give a small chuckle.

The sorcerer took a seat next to them and grabbed a cookie for himself, taking a bite as he watched MC try to fish their own cookie out of their milk.

"Why are you awake?" MC asked him softly.

Solomon raised an eyebrow.

"I believe that's my question for you, little Minx."

Silence. MC stared down into their milk, giving up and letting the cookie somewhat float inside.

The man frowned.

"I cannot help if you don't talk to me, MC."

"W...What's going to happen to us?" MC started to fidget in their seat. "I mean...summer is coming and...the school year is ending..."

Solomon watched the other human, letting them continue since he could tell they were trying to find their words in order to continue.

"Are you...is there..." MC bit their lip. "Are we gonna be invited back next year as exchange students? If not...are we...can we still be together? Or do we have to...ya know..."

"Do you honestly think I'd break up with you if we couldn't attend RAD anymore?"

"....."

The man sighed and pulled his Minx into a hug.

"This relationship isn't just something to past the time during my stay here. If that was all it was, I wouldn't have dated you or anyone." He told them. "I'm with you because...it's simply what I want to do. There's something here with you that I never had with others. Something I don't think I could ever let go of."

"Really?"

"Really, little Minx." He smiled at them. "I may not be sure when or if we'll be invited back here, but that will not be a factor in our relationship. We'll simply be happy in the Human realm for a while."

He pulled them in and gave them a long, sweet kiss.

"Now, let's finish off a few cookies and get back to sleep, alright, little Minx?"

Simeon:

MC was spending the night at Purgatory Hall after a game night. Lucifer allowed it, thinking MC would sleep in the extra room in Purgatory Hall, the one that originally would have been theirs anyway if Diavolo hadn't decided that they were safer at House of Lamentation.

Of course, MC was actually in bed with their boyfriend; the other two housemates knew of their relationship at this point and wouldn't tell others their secret.

At some point during the night, Simeon jolted awake. Did he have a bad dream? The man honestly didn't know since whatever he might have dreamt faded quickly as he focused on his breathing and reached out for his Feather--to find that they were no longer laying next to him.

For whatever reason, he had this sickening feeling in him as if something was wrong. He rushed out of bed and went in search of the human.

He found them in the kitchen, asleep on the floor in front of the oven

Which had smoke coming out of it.

The angel ran over and picked up the human, waking them in the process as he sat them by the entry way and went back to deal with the small fire in the oven.

"S-Simeon?" The human called him, sleepy and confused.

With the fire out, the man sighed in relief and returned to his Lamb's side, lowering himself to the floor and pulling them into his arms.

"Oh, my Feather..." He said softly, not losening the embrace.

MC's sleepy brain had finally caught up with the situation.

"Oh my...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear!"

"You're okay." The man pulled back and eyed them up and down. "You are okay, yes?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Simeon pulled them back in and held them for a minute more before kissing their forehead.

"Now what were you doing, my Lamb? Why were you out of bed?"

"I was...baking."

"...MC, it's 2am."

The human looked away.

"I know..."

With a pained expression on their face, the human spoke of the bad anxiety they have been feeling as of late, how they were hoping that by staying the night here and sleeping by his side that such anxiety would dissipate, but all it actually did was remind them of all they are scared of.

This relationship...it's so delicate. They cannot openly be with each other without risking ruin. If the wrong person hears, if the Celestial realm even suspects it...everything could fall apart.

"I've just been scared of losing you and it's hard no being able to confide in Lucifer or Mammon or Beel or any of them like I usually do...so the anxiety I've been feeling just built up and I couldn't sleep so I decide get up and I eventually just thought I could bake a few cookies and just busy myself so I don't have to think about it, at least for the time being...but I guess I fell asleep anyway."

"My Feather...you should have told me." He wiped a tear from their cheek, one MC never knew had fallen till then. "I'm so sorry for the stress this has put on you."

"I couldn't...I...I'm scared. I was worried that if I told you how I felt, you'd leave me thinking it was best for me, but in reality, it would crush me."

"MC, I would never. This...you are everything to me. I love you so deeply that I simply wouldn't have the strength to do that."

"You promise?"

"I swear on my very soul that I will do all within my power to stay by your side."

The two stayed huddled together on the floor for awhile, taking comfort in the closeness.

"Well, this...ordeal explains my sudden consciousness earlier."

The angel explained his sudden jolt of panic as he searched for them in bed. When MC asked what he meant, the man continue.

"We seem to have an...unofficial covenant though I'm not quite sure how."

"What's a covenant?"

"It's...I suppose you could compare them to your pacts with the brothers. A covenant is the binding agreement with an angel and a human when they seek protection and Celestial blessings in their life, in exchange for them to serve and help the angel in the Celestial realm for a time after their death. It's to help humans while also serving as another way of expanding the Angelic population." He explained. "However, we have not made such a covenant nor could we if we wanted to...such an agreement cannot be made with those who have made pacts with demons. Still...somehow my soul is reacting to you as if we had made one."

The couple had more questions than answers about their lives together, but it was nothing they could solve that night.

The two talked for a while before Simeon picked his Lamb up and carried them back to bed.

The two fell asleep in an embrace, all worries still in place, but both still feeling that regardless of it all, where they truly belonged was right next to each other.

[kanesthirstblog]

NSFW ALPHABET: ABE HARUAKI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Requires lots of aftercare but also wants to take care of you. Very clingly, like, will latch onto you and cuddle you for the rest of the night clingy. You should probably give him some reassurance or comfort, he seems like the type to stress about whether or not he was any good to you once the fun is over.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hmmm... Totally the sappy kinda guy who tells you he loves all of your body and thinks it's beautiful and 100% means every praise he sings you about it. He loves everything about you from your soft hair to the tips of your toes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

God. Just imagining him sprawled out on any surface with an exhausted yet dopey look in his eyes, covered in his own cum (and/or yours of course!) after a few rounds of sex really makes me feel satisfied. Really can't explain this one

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly a bit of a masochist but also scared of being hurt so he never asks even if he really wants to.

Also secretly owns a couple erotic novels he used as "research" when you first brought up wanting a sexual relationship. Since you are his first, he would want to see how he's supposed to act in that scenenrio so he could please you properly. (But damn was he shocked when you wanted to be the dominant one. That wasn't in his books.) Haruaki learns the importance of communication that day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dudes a canon virgin y'all. This also excites me.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Secretly loves it when he's on his back so he can see your face as you ride him or peg him. He just thinks you're the prettiest person he's evermet and loves watching you even as you tease or toy with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a sappy guy. Would probably look at you like a puppy who sees someone they really love. Besides that he's have that dopey look like he's never been happier than he is in that moment, smiling up at you.

Once you've had sex a couple times he might start opening up more, cracking jokes and asking shy requests from you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yup. Makes sure he's nice and clean especially

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He really tries hard to be romantic but he has 0 experience in this area and often fumbles his way through it by trying to be sweet and make you feel good. Very bad at saying romantic things and would probably give up after a bit before he dies from embarassment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh I actually think he'd barely masturbate if he did at all. This is partly because I actually have an asexual headcanon for him and partly cause in canon he seems really put off by sexual things if not being outright afraid of them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Contrary to some of the fandom headcanons, I don't really imagine the sailor uniform thing as a kink. It just seems like a typical fixation or something that gets played up for laughs to a strange degree. But maybe thats my ADHD dumbass brain projecting my ADHD onto a fave. (Off topic but him knowing everything about sailor uniforms, from design to creation, being able to make them himself, getting happy any time he sees one, ect. Are headcanons I have because his weird fixation with them reminds me of my fixation on rocks, mushrooms, and jewelry.)

HOWEVER

Praise kink. Body worship. He'd love to be pet gently while you tell him how pretty he is. How you love his soft hair or his long legs or slender form as you lightly trail you fingertips down his body or card fingers through his hair. And he would do the same for you too.

Might at least try pegging, and then realizes he actually likes it when you hold him down and pound his ass.

Would be too embarrassed and a bit scared to bring this up but actually likes the idea being treated roughly. If you could pull at his hair and bite him even a little bit he'd practically melt in your hands.

Might try bondage if it's light. Soft hand cuffs or silk ropes are the way to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. Anywhere is fine as long as its at home

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The fastest way is probably being physical with him or just stripping for him. He gets embarassed and tries to hide but you know he's aroused, you can feel it when you sit on his lap.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'd probably not be okay with having more than one partner. You might frighten him if he starts feeling like you guys are ganging up on him.

Public/semi-public sex is a no go. Especially since he is a teacher, he wouldn't risk his job on the off chance you both get caught.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he actually might no be very into oral at first. But will give or recieve though you may have to hear some complaint about it being kind of unsanitary or something. He's also kinda bad a giving oral but what did you expect? He's a virgin.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Personally prefers the slow and sensual kinda sex but you set the pace regardless so ultimately it's up to you. He won't be turned into a stuttering mess right away if you guys take it slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alright with it as long as it stays private. You'll be the only one asking for these but try to get him in the morning before he leaves for work so you can corner him against a counter. Its best when his back is turned so you can grab his hair and lick along his throat, nipping here and there. He'd shiver in your arms as you trail a hand down to undo his pants

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as it isn't a risk to him (would probably be too scared to try knifeplay) or job (no public/semi-public sex) you could probably talk him into it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hmmm... Depends I guess. I feel like he might only be active for a round or maybe 2 before he starts slowing down. You could still pound the guy into the mattress but he'll have those half lidded doe eyes cloudy with exhaustion. He'd wrap his arms around you loosely as if you'll help ground him to the waking world and try to hold you closer to him.

At that point you should definitely ask a few times before you start another round to make sure he's okay and reassure him that it's alright to stop now. Strikes me as someone who could easily fall into a place where he'd hide his desire to stop just so you can use him for your own fun since it makes you happy. That could be kinda bad for his mental health.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You'd be the one with all the toys tbh. But you can sure as hell use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not much of a tease but if he's feeling playful, he might play up the innocent look of his. He really is a pretty innocent guy actually, but he knows you love that sweet look he's got to him and he will use it on you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So damn loud. This guy would moan and beg loudly, scream your name and plead for mercy, for relief as you all but eat him alive. Might even cry and whine and beg. Oh, but he tries to be quiet so he doesn't risk disturbing anyone. He'd purse his lips and turn away from you while you play with his body in an attempt to stay quiet but he always gives in quickly. It's easy to turn this guy into a whimpering, begging mess no matter how many times you do this.

You'll know when he's tired because he will be unable to make much noise besides low pants and gasps. Probably best to wrap things up at that point before ya fuck him unconcious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a few actually.

-Has a hard time saying no to you. He's a bit cowardly and overthinks and he would be afraid to lose a first relationship. This is potentially hazardous to his mental health because he might say "yes" to something he doesn't want for fear of losing you. Consent is important though so even if it's difficult at first, keep checking to make sure he's alright.

-I actually headcanon him as a sex indifferent asexual. He can 100% live with sex or without it. Doesn't matter to him, though he's terrified of trying it for the first time.

-The first time you tried to get him in bed, you pinned him to a wall and he was terrified because he thought you were trying to shake him down or harass him. (Well, the latter part was true but not the way he expected.) And then you kissed him and he straight up broke, wrapped himself in blankets and hid under the futon for the rest of the day. Disappointing? Sure, but damn was it cute.

-I'm actually caught up on how he would take to dirty talk tbh since a lot of it I've seen or heard involves some form or another of calling your partner a slut or whatever. Seems to be popular. On one hand if he's secretly a masochist, he might be into it. But on the other, he also seems like he might take anything you say to him to heart and beat himself up over it and would ultimately not like it. Also probably would not be comfortable if he did the dirty talking and assuming he manages to make it through the night without apologizing to you for everything he says, then you'll hear it when you finish.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mandragora patterned briefs. You cannot change my mind on this one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very, so he's pretty chill about it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much you exhausted him but it usually doesn't take that long.

Bonus:

Some more cute Haruaki.