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Sunrise - [ Hakon ]

Summary: Before he met you, Hakon didn’t think something as simple as the sunrise could ever feel so perfect

Word Count: 6492

Warnings: unfortunate uses of y/n, a little angst, fluff

A/N: this is my first one-shot in a while/my first ever DL one so please be nice

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The sun had set rather early in Old Villedor that cool summer’s night, lulling the town into a dreaded sense of silence that no one around would ever dare try to break.

It would be suicide if they did. If they so much as let out a peep above a whisper or accidentally alerted a nearby sleeping beauty, then it would be utter hell on Earth for whatever poor son of a bitch found themselves trapped outside beneath the heavy cover of the clouds. They were extra thick this late hour. Dark and blanketing the sky in a deep, near void-like state which shielded those below from the radiant light of the crescent moon.

On any other occasion it wouldn’t normally be that hard for Hakon, being out in such darkness like he was tonight. He was a former nightrunner, after all. Well versed in the art of stealth and not exactly scared to traverse the city despite the constant danger that often filled the once quiet streets beneath him. He usually kept to the high ground, vaulting, leaping and grappling his way across dangerous distances before eventually settling himself on the highest rooftop he could find in order to watch the sunrise.

It had become one of his favourite pastimes these last few years, simply sitting in silence and watching the morning rear its bountiful head. It always brought him a sense of peace when he did and oftentimes he’d be quick to remove his jacket as the night fell around him, allowing him the chance to bask in the heat of the sun's golden rays as they cast out across the town, filling the streets with the most glorious and volatile free light. 

However tonight… Tonight was far more different than he ever would have expected and honestly, deep down in the very pit of his stomach, Hakon didn’t know if he’d still be alive to see the next morning's sun rise. For starters, and for the first time in years, Hakon wasn’t travelling alone through that treacherous cover of darkness. He was with Aiden, having barely escaped the streets around the Bazaar after they’d shut off the UV lights and sent them packing. The bastards. As if trying to hang Aiden for not having a biomarker wasn’t bad enough, they just had to go and sentence them both to death by denying them entry. 

Though, in hindsight, it had been somewhat of a fool's hope that they would let them in without that comforting green band around Aiden’s wrist. They were awfully strict about it, and rightfully so, but to go so far as to switch off the light? To deny them that one measly little thing that might help them survive the chaos erupting around them? Well… that was a new low even for the Bazaar and if by some minor miracle he lived to see the next day, Hakon would be thinking twice before he delivered goods from dark zones to any of those traitors inside.  

“Hakon!” Aiden’s hushed, yet stern, voice easily drew Hakon from the deep depths of his mind, snapping him right back into reality as the kid's worried face came into view before him. “We need to move!”

“Let me think,” Hakon hissed, catching the subtle way in which Aiden’s jaw tensed as he bit his tongue. He wanted to argue back, that much Hakon was sure of, but thankfully the kid managed to swallow back his sharpened words, allowing Hakon that brief moment of peaceful silence in order to try and think about their next move. 

Not that that would even do much good, however, as right in that moment… As the pungent air around them erupted with the spine-chilling howls of waking volatiles, Hakon’s brain didn’t seem to want to work properly. Figures. The one time he needed to be on his game and he couldn’t even manage to fucking think straight. He knew they had to move. The firefly filled grass wouldn’t hide them for long should one of those ravaging beasts find its way up onto the rooftop — which, knowing his luck, was almost guaranteed to happen. 

These days both the streets and the rooftops were littered with all kinds of infected. Virals. Howlers. Spitters. There was even a fucking Banshee two buildings away from them and former nightrunner or not, Hakon wasn’t fit to deal with one of those right now. Nor was he particularly up to dealing with the wrath of a few dozen Volatiles that would come running from the screams, either. 

And neither was Aiden. The kid was barely able to stay on his feet for more than a few minutes and the time until he, himself, turned into a ravenous creature was quickly counting down right in front of him. They needed to get to some light. To find somewhere safe to wait out the night and since the Bazaar was once again showing its true colours, there weren’t many places left around the city that could offer them that. The windmills were inactive. Trading posts had closed their doors and all of the old nightrunner hideouts were likely to be out of commission after so many years abandoned, as the last one Hakon had come across in his travels needed to be repaired and given the situation they didn’t exactly have time to stand around and figure out how to fix the generator. 

The only other place he could think of right now was Sarah and Jana’s. But honestly, it was likely to be a useless venture hauling their asses back to their workshop. The girls had already shown their strong distrust of Aiden and chances are they’d simply remain quiet behind the safety of their door as the two men pounded on it before being eaten by volatiles. But if not them, then who could they go to? The Peacekeepers wouldn’t help them, that much Hakon was sure of. Aiden didn’t have a biomarker and if he thought the Bazaar was bad with how they treated unmarked civilians then just wait until the PK’s get ahold of him. 

“Hakon, they’re coming!”

Fuck. 

Aiden was right. There was now a lone volatile skulking across the rooftop just off to their right and if it happened to look in the exact right place it was going to see them. It’s meal. It would devour them in a matter of seconds and yet Hakon still made no move to start running, as he had no idea where the hell they even could run to. 

Well, that was a lie, honestly. He actually had a fair idea of where they could go from here but did he really want to reopen that wound by showing up at Cillian’s? It had been a while since he saw his old friend and even though he could see Cillian's home — his secure and no doubt well lit home — from where they crouched, there was a strong part of him that greatly wanted to stay away from it. Of course, he knew he’d have to see Cillian at some point to get Aiden a biomarker but he’d much rather do that in the daylight, that way if Cillian wasn’t too happy to see him then there wouldn’t be other vicious creatures roaming around to add to his misery.

“Hakon, we can’t stay here forever.”

“I know. I know. I just…” Hakon took a breath, swallowing it thickly as he closed his eyes. Fucking shit. Where could they go? Where could they get to safely without running the risk of having to do too much, well… running?

“Hakon.”

The underlying fear in Aiden’s voice had Hakon open his eyes, his worried gaze then drifting to the right on its own curious accord. He squinted in the darkness, trying his best to discern how long they had before that gargantuan volatile on the neighbouring roof made its way towards them. But no matter how hard he tried, Hakon couldn’t make out anything amidst the darkness. Not a wrinkle of red, nor a flicker of its bright white eyes could he see and for a moment… A split second where some relief flowed through him, he thought the creature had vanished. 

That was, until the unmistakable sound of ragged breathing came from a spot directly behind where the two men hid. Fuck. No wonder Aiden sounded more scared than he ever expected a pilgrim to be, there was a fucking volatile no further than a few feet away from them, snarling and grunting in such an eerie tone that it caused even Hakon’s blood to run cold. Shit. It was going to find them. If they didn’t move within the next ten seconds there was no doubt in his mind that that giant, flesh eating monster was going to come across them and rip them both to shreds.

And it was a pity, really. Hakon would have quite liked to see one last sunset before he died. To feel those comforting rays cast over his body and envelop him in a sense of comfort that, for a brief moment, filled that dark and dreary hole in his chest just long enough to allow him to breathe. He always treasured it, that feeling. Though lately, he never could replicate the true feeling of his first ever sunrise. Not really. It was never the same and it barely lasted longer than a few miraculous seconds without the added warmth of…

Shit… Had it not been for the added company, Hakon could have laughed as the thought hit him like a train. Of course. How stupid could he be not thinking of you? He did so every day of his life. Every single second of his miserable existence he spent thinking of you and yet in the one moment he was so desperate for a solution, he’d seemingly forgotten that you lived no more than fifteen rooftops away from them.

And of course, he knew he had more chance of the fucking Peacekeepers letting them him in than he did with you, but still… The mere thought of getting to safety and of getting to see you after so long with nothing but the memory of your face to keep him going, meant Hakon simply couldn’t stop himself from setting off in your direction. He’d all but jumped to his feet at the chance, having tossed his last decoy in the opposite direction before hoisting Aiden up and dragging him roughly along the grassy surface of the rooftop — all whilst silently praying that some small part of you still felt the same way about him as you once did.

“Where are we going?” Aiden asked, hoisting himself up a small, brick chimney after Hakon — who, if he was being honest, he was having a little trouble keeping up with. “Hakon?” 

“Some place safe,” was all Hakon said, leaving a sense of mystery in the air as he leapt across the not-so-short distance between two neighbouring buildings. He landed near effortlessly on the slanted roof trim, his foot slipping a little on loose tile as Aiden landed gracefully beside him. 

As he did, that moss covered slate loosened even more from the added impact and slid slowly from the edge, landing with a faint clatter on the empty street below. And thank God for that little detail, Hakon thought to himself. Had there been so much as one shambling infected lingering down there then the rest of their ascent up your building wouldn’t have gone so smoothly and chances are you’d have easily refused them any sort of entry had they brought any company. 

But that was one of the best things about your home: the desertion. The streets, the rooftops, every single inch of the land that surrounded you was always entirely empty given the copious amount of traps, UV protection and daily clearing you did of all things infected. You always hated having them close by, especially at night. It didn’t matter how many precautions you took or that you had enough UV lights to open a tanning salon, you still never felt fully at ease inside that cosy space you called home — which meant that the likelihood of you being awake to let them both in was even higher than the VNC Tower they could see in the distance. 

“This is a nice place,” Aiden said quietly, drawing Hakon’s attention briefly towards him as he trailed his fingertip along the twinkling fairy lights that dangled along the exterior fence of your roof. “Who lives here?” 

“An old friend,” Hakon replied, a fond, yet inherently sad, smile tugging on his lips as his eyes glistened in the ambient glow of those fairy lights. He’d never forget the look on your face when he surprised you with them, after having spent the entire two days beforehand building the very fence on which they still hung. 

Hakon still remembered how easily you had talked him into building it. You hadn’t been sleeping great, you couldn’t. The mere thought of a volatile making its way onto the rooftop and busting down your door seemed all too plausible and oftentimes you’d spent the entire night wide awake, curled up against him with your face buried in the crook of his neck as he slept soundly next to you. 

You had almost envied him, with how at ease he often felt. And even with him right beside you, you still hadn’t managed to feel safe in the home you both worked so hard to build together. It didn’t matter that he was always with you. That he’d never let anything or anyone touch a single hair on your head, you just couldn’t stop yourself from growing scared each night the sun set and that wasn’t exactly something Hakon was going to let keep happening. 

Thus, after a single plea from you paired with the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen, the fence was born — made from a rundown old shack you’d both dismantled from the nearby park and still standing tall as a reminder of the lengths Hakon would go to to keep you comfortable.

“Hakon?” A gentle hand landed on his shoulder, pulling Hakon’s eyes back into focus as they came to land on Aiden’s partially concerned face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Hakon gave him a reassuring smile, despite how false that statement was. He then shrugged out from under his touch before the kid could press any further, instead making his way past the small crop plot his very own hands had built as he approached your door. His hand went absently to the handle, about to pull it down and simply walk inside before he froze. Right. He wasn’t in a position where he could do that anymore, even if the door was unlocked. And so, he knocked, “Y/N?”

Nothing but a thick silence greeted them in return, causing Aiden to believe that whoever it was that seemed to have such an effect on Hakon that he kept zoning out, was probably curled up in bed asleep. But Hakon knew better. He knew that even now you wouldn’t allow yourself to close your eyes until early morning, and so he knocked again. This time a little louder as he called your name through the door once more, “I know you’re in there.” 

There was a gentle clatter from inside the house before you finally replied, “Fuck off.” 

Hakon flinched at the coldness of your tone, his heart all but sinking to the lower level of the building on which he stood. He should have guessed that would be your response, and if anything, he was starting to regret not going straight to Cillian’s as at least then those two words reaching his ears wouldn’t slice right through his chest like a knife through butter. 

Aiden, however, got a great deal of amusement from your response, already deciding he liked you as he struggled to hold back his chuckles, “I see you’ve got a lot of friends in this town, huh?” 

“Shut up, Aiden,” Hakon hissed, catching the slight roll of Aiden’s lips from the corner of his eye. Fucking pilgrim. He then knocked again, this time using the side of his fist for some added emphasis. “Open the door, Y/N, please.” 

“No,” You replied sharply, “Just…” 

There was a brief pause in your words — or rather, your lack of. Then, as a faint shudder from your breath catching in your throat drifted painfully through the door, a quiet creak met Hakon’s ears. They perked up as it did, as… he knew that sound. He’d been responsible for that sound all those times he’d tried to sneak out at night in order to find nice things for you. You had stepped forward. You had actually approached the door, and honestly, that was more than Hakon ever fully expected you to, what with your blunt greeting and obvious want for him to go as far away from you as possible. 

“I know you’re there,” Hakon said softly, raising his hand and placing it against the cool metal of the door — which at this point was the only thing standing in his way from finally getting to see you again. “Please let me in.” 

“No,” You said again, only this time you weren’t nearly as firm in your tone as you’d been before. The creak then met his ears again, indicating your retreat away from the door that Hakon was very tempted to kick down. “Now just… Go away and bother someone else. Before I switch off the light.” 

Even though he knew you probably would turn off the lights, Hakon still knocked again, hearing the faint rattle of the door’s bolts with how much pressure he seemed to use. He thought it might get through to you, his desperation. But no matter how truly real it sounded or how very tempted to open the door you were, it still remained closed between you. And the longer it did… The more seconds that ticked silently by, the less faith Hakon had that it might ever move from that space.

Sighing in defeat, he then leaned his forehead against the barrier that so cruelly kept him from you. He didn’t know what else he could do to convince you to open up. He always thought you just would. That perhaps simply hearing him pleading outside your door in the dark cover of night would have made you forget everything he ever did to make you hate him. 

But apparently he was wrong. 

Apparently he’d hurt you far worse than he originally thought as within seconds of his forehead colliding with your door once again, each and every UV light around him flickered off, throwing both men right back into a familiar sense of darkness. Wonderful. Not only was his likelihood of never seeing you, or the sunrise, again growing higher and higher, but now so was his possibility of being eaten alive by a freshly turned Aiden. 

Wait… Hakon lifted his head. Aiden. Fuck. How could he be so stupid? 

“I’m not alone, Y/N,” Hakon said, and almost instantly, like his voice were the very switch on the generator inside the house, that comforting glow of the purple lights around them quickly flickered on again. 

“Fucking hell.” 

The faint mutter of your inherently annoyed sounding voice had a smile rise on his face as Hakon stepped back, feeling the pure sense of excitement slowly rise in his chest again as the relieving sound of deadbolts unlatching echoed throughout the air around them. 

It took a moment, after the door unlocked, for you to finally open it but when you did… When your face appeared before him, even with its clear and obvious anger towards the situation, Hakon still felt those waves of comfort he’d so dearly missed flow through him. Oh, how it truly thawed his frozen heart to finally see you again. He never thought he would. He always thought he’d only ever get to see you in his dreams and yet here you were, standing so close to him that he could reach out and touch you. 

You still looked exactly the same as you did when he left. Perfect. You were always so utterly beautiful it pained him to have ever let you go, and you still sported that ice-cold resting bitch face. The one he’d missed… honestly even more than he ever truly thought, and the very same one that could give even Aitor a proper run for his money.  

“Damn, I didn’t think that would work,” Hakon said, a small touch of humour riding the waves of his triumph. 

“Shut up,” You snapped, though you couldn’t deny that his lackadaisical attempt at remaining serious in important situations still caused a vicious flutter to erupt in your chest. “Just get inside.” 

You didn’t even allow Hakon a chance to move on his own before you grabbed him by the front of his coat, yanking him forward and into the warmth of your home before motioning to his friend to do the same. Aiden did so without hesitation, a small shiver slipping from his lips at the sudden change in temperature. 

You closed the door behind him, quickly sliding the bolts back into place before double checking they were secure — as God knows what was now lurking outside after hearing Hakon pound on your door for five whole minutes. You then checked the generator, making sure it was working properly before you eventually turned back around to the two men who now stood awkwardly inside the wooden walls of your home.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, getting right to it and doing your best to remain collected despite the fact that the love of your life… the one who had hurt you so much that you still couldn’t fully look at him, was so suddenly back in your life. “I thought I told you once before to leave me alone.” 

“And I had every intention of honouring that,” Hakon admitted, the subtle hints of his accent thickening somewhat as he did, which easily sparked chills right down your spine. “But we had no place else to go.”

Your brow furrowed, “What about the Bazaar?”

“They wouldn’t let us in,” Hakon replied, taking off his backpack as he all but began to make himself at home. “We…”

“It’s my fault,” Aiden interrupted, gaining your attention. “I don’t have a biomarker and apparently that’s cause enough for them to leave us out in the dark.” 

“You a pilgrim?” You asked, and Aiden nodded. “The one they wanted to hang?” 

“How did you know about that?” Hakon asked, drawing your gaze which instantly hardened. 

“News travels fast here,” You replied, and that was all you intended to say before a soft sigh involuntarily left your lips at the subtle way in which he flinched. You then allowed your shoulders to sink, your body slouching as you leaned back against the makeshift kitchen counter. Fuck. You really couldn’t bring yourself to keep this ice-cold act going. You were tired. Sore. And just having Hakon back in your space with that sad look in his eyes was making it seem impossible for you to keep up that shield. And so you sighed again, “Vincenzo told me, when he came to pick up the medication for his father.” 

Hakon couldn’t help but chuckle at that, “Still giving Alberto placebos, I see?”

You folded your arms, “There’s no harm in it.” 

“True,” Hakon nodded, mirroring your stance as he leaned back against the wall, “But I never would have taken you for the type to charge extortionate prices for something that doesn’t do anything.” 

“I don’t charge him anything,” You said, to which Hakon raised his brow and even Aiden seemed curious. “Vincenzo knows they’re fake. But according to him, Alberto thinks they’re helping him. Says he hasn’t seen his father so spritely in years.” 

“That’s nice of you,” Aiden chimed in, drawing your eyes and seeing the first real smile to form on your face. “There aren’t many decent people left in the world who would do something like that.” 

“I help where I can,” You exhaled, pushing yourself off the counter to check on the water you were boiling. You lifted the pot from the stove when you saw enough bubbles, pouring it into an even bigger pot that was filled to the brim with greenery. “And besides, I owe Vincenzo for all the weapons he helped me with… And the gossip he brings. I’m not really welcome around the Bazaar, so it’s handy having someone around to keep me updated on things.” 

“Wait, why aren’t you welcome?” Aiden asked, his brow dipping as he exchanged glances between the distant couple. But he couldn’t read them. Hakon was as closed off as he expected and you… You were even more stone-faced than Spike could be and if anything, that peaked his curiosity further. “I mean, you do have a biomarker, don’t you?” 

“I do. But that doesn’t really make a difference to the people of the Bazaar given that I’m a healer,” You explained, gesturing briefly to the wall of planters that stood behind him. You watched intently as he turned, his eyes widening as they grazed across the rows upon rows of bright, bushey greenery that overflowed from each colourfully painted wooden box. “Have you ever come across a healer before?” 

“I have,” Aiden said, lightly running his fingertips along the edge of a partially serrated leaf. “But back there, most people seemed to worship them.” 

“If only we could be so lucky, as here… People don’t take too kindly to us. It doesn’t matter how often we save their lives, or that of their loved ones, they still treat us like dirt. They call us witches. Scammers. Some people even try to hurt us, which is exactly why I decided to live so far from the majority of the population,” You told him, focusing your attention back to the large pot behind you. You lifted a wooden spoon, stirring the mixture slowly as a brief, yet tense, silence erupted throughout the room. “You’re welcome to stay here for the night, but come sunrise… I want both of you gone.” 

“Understood,” Aiden replied, and you couldn’t help but be thankful for Hakon having had the decency to bring someone with manners. “Thank you.” 

You gave Aiden a welcome nod before redirecting your attention to back your work once again, hearing the quiet whispers of Hakon as he told his new friend exactly where he could rest up for the night. You hoped Hakon would go with him. To perhaps get some rest himself and leave you be, but after a quick mumble from Aiden in response, you could only make out one set of retreating footsteps. Instead, the other pair began to slowly make their way towards you, forcing your body to grow tense as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up like soldiers.

“What are you making?” Hakon asked curiously, acting as though he were simply returning home from a run to find you cooking dinner. “It smells… Interesting.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the, completely contradictory to his words, tone in which Hakon used, “It’s fennel.” 

“Ah, I see,” Hakon mused, edging his way even closer into your peripheral vision. “Is that another placebo?” 

“No,” You shook your head, continuing to focus on the swirling mixture in front of you. “It’s used for digestive issues.” 

“Oh,” Hakon rolled his lips, his cheeks flushing red. “Sorry for asking.” 

At that, you let out a quiet laugh, a sound so sweet that Hakon could have fallen to his knees and cried. 

“It’s not for me, you idiot…” — said affectionately — “It’s for the PK’s… Aitor asked me if I could cook something up as apparently a few of his men have had some unfortunate run-ins with a dodgy batch of sausages.” 

Hakon blinked, “You know… I really can’t tell if you’re joking.” 

“Trust me,” You turned to him, allowing him to read the near trauma that was written all over your face from the entirely new, and nearly unbelievable, odours you had smelled. “I wish I was joking.” 

With a genuine chuckle leaving his lips, Hakon could already feel as the tension in the air slowly began to chip away at itself. It had been a while since he last spoke to you. He had bumped into you at the metro station a good few… God, he didn’t even know how long it had been. All he could really remember was how you were both forced to make awkward small talk with each other whilst you waited for Aitor. 

It had been rough that day. Painful. You had both practically pretended like you were strangers and to this day, it still remains one of the worst moments of Hakon’s life — with letting you go being the first, obviously. He hadn’t wanted to. Not one bit. But after everything that happened with the TV station and the rumours that began to spread, it just wasn’t safe for him to be around you anymore. So he left. And ever since that day neither of you have ever fully been able to talk freely with each other. 

Until now, it seems. 

“There’s some leftovers in the cooler if you’re hungry,” You said quietly, forcing Hakon’s distant gaze back towards the hurt that still lingered deep in your eyes. “I need to gather some more herbs but I won’t be long.” 

“Wait,” Hakon’s hand gently hooked around your arm before you could move, drawing your eyes to the shock that riddled every single line that was present on his face. “You’re going outside? At night?”

“Yes,” You said simply, as if it were no big deal for you to be doing so. You then shrugged your arm out from beneath his hold, ignoring the pain that bubbled deep in your stomach. “A lot has changed since you left, Hakon. Since I learned that I couldn’t rely on anyone else to look out for me… I had to teach myself: how not to be scared anymore. It didn’t take long, though. Not really. I was already so used to the pain you caused when you left that when I came face to face with my first night out, there really wasn’t much else that it could throw at me.” 

And with that you pushed past him, knocking his shoulder a little rougher than you meant as you made your way towards your escape. You slipped out quickly, leaving the door partially open as Hakon simply stood there, staring absentmindedly into the pot you had left simmering atop the old camp stove you’d both found in a nearby house. He guessed he should have expected that: your bitterness. He hadn’t exactly done a very good job when he left you — if there even was a thing such as that. He’d been blunt. Brutal. He’d said some things he hadn’t truly meant and now it was all coming back to bite him in the ass. 

And hell, maybe he deserved it. He hasn’t exactly led what you would call a respectful life, but he really thought he was making up for that ever since he met you. He knew it sounded corny, but you really had changed him. You’d shown him there was a lot more to life than simply being angry at it and with each day he spent with you, the more he’d begun to feel like a whole new man. 

Until the TV station came along, anyway. That fucked-up mission had really thrown a spanner into the works of… Well, pretty much every aspect of his life and ever since that fateful day, things had never been the same for Hakon. He fell back into his old ways. His cruel ways. He’d hurt you more than he ever wished to do and yet, despite his dire want to be with you once again, he knew it was simply too late for him to do anything about it. 

You clearly hated him, otherwise why else would you have been willing to leave him outside without so much as a single beam of UV light? You may be talking to him now, but if it hadn’t been for Aiden you never would have let him inside in the first place. You’d have left him to die. To be eaten by the dead, or even potentially turn into one himself, and it was all because of his own stupid mistakes. He already knew there was no part of you that could ever learn to love him again, but in that moment… As he wallowed in the regret of his own actions, he desperately needed to know if perhaps one day… You could at least find it in your heart to forgive him. 

Therefore, after a moment of thought about whether or not this conversation would play out in his favour, Hakon slipped out of the house in hopes of catching you. But he was too late. He’d lingered, neck deep, in his own thoughts for far too long that by the time he made it outside the safety of your UV lights, you had already disappeared into the darkness of the city surrounding him. He had no idea where you’d gone. Or where you could be. He knew the likelihood of you being close by was strong, but he didn’t want to take the risk of venturing out and getting lost in the shadows — not when at any moment he could step headfirst into one of the many traps you and Vincenzo had laid out. 

And so instead, he waited. 

Until the sun was nearly on the rise again, Hakon waited (im)patiently for your gracious return. He honestly hadn’t expected you to take this long. To leave him hanging. There were a few times he’d almost been tempted to head out in search of you in case you’d somehow gotten lost. Or worse: hurt. But thankfully, after a few more minutes of frantically pacing the front of your house with all sorts of nightmarish thoughts seeping into his mind, Hakon’s ears finally picked up on another all too familiar sounding creak. Without even thinking, he went to it. He swung himself effortlessly up and over the railing above him and came to land on the very balcony responsible. 

“I should have guessed you’d be up here,” Hakon said softly, watching as you rid yourself of the coat that would only shield you from the warm rays of the early morning. He heard you sigh quietly as you did, tossing the heavy material over the edge of the railing before finally turning to face him. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you here?” 

“No,” You said sharply, drawing your gaze away from him and casting it out towards the horizon. You couldn’t look at him. Not now. Not when the moment you had once shared together for years loomed so close. “I guess I just hoped you’d have the decency not to follow me.” 

“Mon amour,” Hakon whispered, reaching out to lightly graze his knuckles down the side of your face. You closed your eyes as he did, your breath hitching in your throat as you were unable to stop yourself from leaning your head into him. He opened his palm as you did, allowing you the chance to slip perfectly into it. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N, I need you to know that.” 

“Then why did you?” You asked, the pure innocence to your tone breaking Hakon’s heart for a second… third… maybe even a fourth time this night, “Why did you leave me?” 

“I had to,” Hakon told you, gently wiping away the first tear to slip past your lashes. “After what happened with the TV station, it wasn’t safe for you to be with me anymore.” 

“Don’t you think that’s something I should have decided for myself?” You asked defensively, trying your hardest to bite back your bark. “Don’t you think that that’s maybe something we should have discussed? Together? As a couple?” 

“I do now,” Hakon admitted, feeling the guilt rise thickly in this throat. “But back then, I was lost… I was so scared of the possibility of losing you that I wasn’t in a place where I could think clearly about my decisions.” 

“And what about now?” You murmured, catching the first spark of hope that filled Hakon’s eyes as his brows raised above them. “Are you in a place where you can think clearly now?” 

Hakon nodded, “I am.” 

“And?” 

“And…” 

Hakon lifted his other hand, ghosting it along the side of your face which was slowly beginning to shimmer in the first rays of the rising sun. He had fully intended to talk to you. To properly voice his further intentions but as he looked at you… As he gazed deep into the love that still lingered behind the sparkles of your eyes, he figured his actions would be far better suited at voicing how he felt for you. He never was any good at it, even back then. He always struggled to find the right words to say and so instead, he simply decided it would be best if he let his lips do the talking for him.

And so he kissed you. With such a tenderness to his motion, Hakon pressed his lips ever so lightly against yours, as though he were testing the waters. Waiting for any spark of uncertainty to arise from your reaction. But instead of pushing him away, like he once feared, you only pulled him closer, sending the chaos of the world around him into a faded blur of amber light as he fixated solely on the comforting warmth, and slight roughness, of your lips on his. 

“That was well said,” You exhaled humorously, yet you were deeply struggling to open your eyes as the lingering tingle of his lips slowly faded from your own. “But I uh… I think you could probably word it a little better.”  

With a chuckle Hakon pulled back into him, kissing you ever harder… Even deeper as you slid your arms tightly around the sturdy frame of his body. Hell, you were all but melting into him at this stage. Your hands had already worked their way up the length of his muscular back and your fingers were slowly but surely delving deep into the short strands of his hair. 

Hakon never truly thought he’d experience a moment better than his very first morning with you but as he stood there… As he drowned in the taste of your lips with the clouds clearing overhead and the sky growing golden, he couldn’t but think that the sunrise… would never feel so damn perfect again.

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What? Here? Marvel? Yasss! Enjoy original with me on my sunshine's @marshalllir telegram channel. English version of our headcanons and more under the cut. Thank you for the translation, dear~

Marshall: Hakon Matyjas and Brock Rumlow are very similar in their essence. Both work for the bad guys, both aka spies are on the opposite side of the conflict, and no one suspects their double loyalty.

The Winter Soldier and Aiden have memory problems, partial amnesia, and enormous strength compared to humans.

Brock Rumlow oversees the Winter Soldier, Hakon oversees Aiden.

Hydra and the Renegades have at least one scientist experimenting with the serum, and what Waltz created can be called the supersoldier serum.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers are pure Peacekeepers, aka local fighters, for justice and for all good against all bad. The survivors are civilians, often dissatisfied with the work of local defenders.

The heat of the plot is that Aiden doesn't remember anything because he's being reset. That is, he even sees Hakon every time like the first time. Hakon calmly watches the reset as a supervisor, but as a person, he feels pangs of conscience. And Aiden, every time he sits down in the treatment chair, looks at Hakon through the protective glass and feels something between resentment and betrayal, but then he forgets everything again.

Volatile: One day, Hakon drunkenly, when Aiden is supposedly already sleeping on the table, talks about what connected them before everything. And even though Aiden is being reset, he still remembers this conversation somewhere deep inside.

Marshall: By the way, given the fact that Aiden is reset after each mission (upon returning to base) (erasing his memory and purely using him as a living weapon without a personality), Hakon can, after getting drunk, confess to Aiden about Hydra, Waltz, Lawan and the VNC Tower, knowing that he will not remember it the next day.

Volatile: And Aiden has a glitch. And he's like, "I despise you" after confession?

And Hakon was like, "But I saved you."

Like, it's impossible to save everyone. And he continues to persistently save Aiden.

AND AIDEN'S LOOK AT THE ART TURNS OUT TO BE ON HIS FINGERS. WHAT'S THE CHANCE THAT AIDEN AND HAKON SLEEP TOGETHER AND THEN AIDEN FORGETS EVERYTHING?

Marshall: MAXIMUM

Volatile: I think this ring belonged to Aiden before he was a soldier. And Hakon keeps it in the hope that Aiden will want it back one day.

Since Aiden has one prosthetic arm, even before everything, during the crash Hakon found only Aiden's severed arm, he thought that he was gone. Hakon took the ring in memory of Aiden.

Marshall: As military special forces, they're not supposed to wear jewelry on missions, but I think they might have worn rings on their left hands instead of their right ones.

Volatile: Or it could be a tattoo. When Hakon was burying Aiden's hand, he could put his ring in the coffin (put it on his finger). Hakon buried his heart. And he got a tattoo on his finger so he wouldn't forget. And he won't forget, of course.…

Marshall: God, it's painful and beautiful, but it's heartbreaking as hell. I can't even imagine Hakon's condition at that moment.

Volatile: It is necessary to open the topic with a thousand first dates - Hakon seduces Aiden every time, and in the morning he does not know where and with whom he was. Hakon wants not only physical intimacy, but also feelings. And Aiden is always indifferent afterwards, because for him it's just needs.

Hakon has severe PTSD, while Aiden has no personality and has brains that are periodically ground in a blender.

Marshall: Two peas in a pod, God

Volatile: Hakon constantly hits on Aiden, who is surprised, but they still have a working relationship, but he does not refuse free physical intimacy.

For some reason, Hakon also likes to stroke Aiden's hair and always asks him to take off his mask.

Hakon might even love Aiden like that. Bribes the guards. He enters the laboratory. Hugs him. He kisses him, looking for a spark of recognition or understanding in his wide, indifferent eyes. Talking to him.

What is the probability that due to such sessions, the code in Aiden's brain will turn towards "I can't forget this person. But I forgot it once. Who is he?"

Aiden's brain will accumulate a critical amount of errors, and one day it will give out a residual memory of Hakon. Which he will reinforce with his usual actions towards Aiden. And break the firmware even more without knowing about it.

But Aiden isn't dumb, he doesn't tell anyone that he's starting to think about his work cycles. And that his memory was being erased. And that he's in a state of hibernation waiting. And how Hakon keeps coming and loving him. It's wild at first. But this is what allows Aiden to cling on and not fall into unconsciousness.

Marshall: IT'S BEAUTIFUL! Aiden knows what he should say about the errors, but he doesn't. He's redeveloping his "I", might say.

Will Rowe and his 404 peacekeepers squad drag Aiden and Hakon to freedom at a critical moment of escape?

Volatile: OH, YES!

Why isn't Aiden talking? Because the memories of nights with this man... Are they pleasant?

After the battles and tortures, feeling his hands, lips, heartbeat, warmth, breath tickling in his hair is so reminiscent of life.

Marshall: I can imagine how at first Aiden is in a state of "sleep" and doesn't react in any way, then he begins to hear and listen, and then he begins to react in small ways, like watching, trembling from touch, tilting his head, moving his fingers, and shortness of breath.

And Hakon may initially attribute this to the fact that it seems to him that Aiden hears, watches and "responds" that he is just an old fool in love.

So if you read our thoughts and still here, thank you, dear stranger💖

So bonuses. So much pain in his eyes. So much hairs in his face. Heheheh

First idea and sketches and final sketch

Soldier Aiden’s booba are my religion, Hakon’s exhausted face is my wife’s kryptonite

Thank you for watching~

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@volatile95 and the duo is out to hunt! Thank you for that exemplary art it was so nice so I wanted to make something for you hehe

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Happy Halloween!

(I’ll colour it nearer the date)

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Is anyone who ships Aiden x Hakon/Hakon x Aiden aren't talking about this song? Like this song is literally so Haiden coded with Aiden's POV

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ chapter summary. he's more sensitive than he looks.

pairing. gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader warnings for this chapter. swearing wc. 3.5k author’s note. just wanna say a big thank u to everyone that stuck w this story and loved it along w me. there's still one chapter left, so here's some mini angst before our little happy ever after. also, i've recently realized that nothing actually happens in this story. there's no plot. you just hang out with gojo and the rest. that's it. no great fights or conflict or anything. just spending time with him.

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CHAPTER 13: the hakone incident

you wake up smothered in an embrace, which isn't uncommon.

what is slightly more uncommon is that gojo is wound around you so tightly that even his dumb, big paw has got your breast held hostage. not much there to sink his claws in, yet sunk they are, still. you wiggle and grasp and dig, trying to extricate yourself from this prison, but the soft fabric that rubs against his crotch with every small movement has him hissing in your ear.

“sa-”

“mine,” is the first thing he mumbles, words laced with sleep. he cradles you tighter, hides his face in your hair. you pat his arm, ignoring his sleep-addled state.

some sort of half-coherent mumble is slurred into your pillow as a response.

“not gonna bother translating that,” you utter under your breath – it’s too early to be irritated with him, and he doesn’t deserve it also, since he is much too cute. however, “lemme go? i need to go to the bathroom.”

“no,” he stubbornly refuses.

“don't be like that.”

a soft groan, then a kiss to the exposed curve of your neck, and one more to the edge of your ear. his fingers twitch at the flesh, kneading and tickling, “fine, i need to go too. let's go together.”

“you wanna hold hands while i'm in the stall or something?”

“yes.”

he is unreasonable, but that’s hardly a surprise.

you disentangle your legs from his, untying his arms from your torso, then turning to sit up properly. instantly, your stomach flips. in the bleak, early sunlight, gojo is the first thing you focus on, sleep-dazed and smiling lovingly in your direction. cheeks creased and swollen with grogginess, hair a complete mess, eyes still crusted. you wipe a drop of drool from the corner of his mouth with your thumb.

once, he told you that he always sleeps the best when you’re sleeping next to him. maybe that’s why he’s so clingy, “morning.”

“yeah?” he mutters. one hazy eye blinks, then the other, and you can’t help grinning at the sight, “hi. hello. good morning, how are you? ‘m just the guy you're looking for, can i be of service?”

you try so hard to press your lips into a thin line, but instead they stretch more and more, “c'mon, up. long day ahead.”

*

you had expected to take the morning train to hakone, but instead, with your bags dutifully carried by a lanky idiot, you are led to sleek, black car parked inconspicuously close to jujutsu technical. suspiciously, you eye the tinted windows of the driver’s seat, expecting a personal chauffer – which would be way too much, but also quintessential gojo. when the car keys jingle in his hand, you blink stupidly, smothered under the sunlight.

“you have a license?” you blurt.

“yeah,” gojo says smugly, opening the trunk and dumping the bags inside, “to kill.”

“the circus must be missing their clown,” you state sharply, though you feel a bit silly for not knowing such a thing about the man you have spent 3 years hating and a few months liking enough to be willingly glued to his side.

he snorts, fixing his glasses and shutting the trunk. all suave and cool, he opens the passenger’s door for you, “got any red lipstick in that little purse of yours? could kiss my nose a bunch of times, see if it honks after.”

the urge to shove your elbow into his stomach and watch how he doubles over in pain is almost too tempting, but you resist. after all, you do have the mind to enjoy the view of his flexing arms as you enter the vehicle, the sight disappearing as he circles around to enter from the other side.

the interior smells nice and new – it’s definitely expensive, but your knowledge of cars begins and ends in that they have four wheels and roll fast when you press a pedal. you can practically feel the self-satisfaction radiating off his person, especially as his hand glides along the steering wheel. it takes a few moments of useless fiddling and some gears shifting until he begins driving. his hand seats itself upon your thigh, as though it had always been its intention.

“seatbelt,” he reminds, easily maneuvering out of the parking lot.

you slide the black band across your chest, buckling the lock, “thanks,” he mutters, palming your leg for good measure, “safe and sound.”

then, he slams the accelerator so quick and hard you're thrown back into the plush seat. the car screeches like a furious beast wrongfully insulted, engine purring loudly as its owner cackles. oh no.

here is where you learn that gojo is a terrible driver, as the speed limit is more of a loose guideline and traffic laws do not exist. he speeds past red lights that have you clutching the handlebar for your dear life, and he seems to delight in your mortified expression each time his eyes stray from the road, which is too much to be considered safe.

miraculously, you make it past the confusing and intricate tokyo streets in one piece and breathe a little easier. that is until you get to the highway, and he zooms between lanes like he’s playing a video game, jumping between cars and testing the limits of your patience to a level so extreme that you can hardly take it.

“could you slow down a little?” your voice has acquired a tremble, and you must be paler than you have been when you awoke. you think he’ll ignore you over the music, but he doesn’t.

he eases up just a little, and you remove your hand from the handlebar. it’s numb and tingly and aches from holding so tightly.

“i have some cds in the back,” he says, pinching your thigh. you think he doesn’t deserve to touch you like this, but unfortunately, it’s comforting, so you allow it. if you crash, you decide you will grab him and shield yourself with his body – his infinity will stop the impact, and you’ll probably live.

you twist and dig around, and once the cds are safely in your lap, your brows shoot up, “kat-tun?”

his lips stretch into a cheeky smile, and all of his grievances are forgiven with that, “they have a few good songs.”

“all of their songs are good!” you defend hotly. still, today is proving to be one surprise after the other – did he seriously listen to their whole discography because it’s your favorite band? if yes, that is very sweet. if he’s lying, well, you will not fight for the truth, because this has made you happy.

you change the music with barely contained enthusiasm and hum along. your initial impression must’ve been wrong, because gojo knows what he’s doing. he always does, and you reward him with a sweet smile for all of his efforts, which inspires him to lean for a kiss that nearly steers you both off the highway.

*

the first place you visit in hakone is not the hotel room gojo has rented, but the mall. you locate an expensive-looking restaurant and order your lunch – you, something modest and normal, and he enough to feed a family of seven. it’s always mildly fascinating to watch him chow down like his life depends on it, if not a bit off-putting.

“no one’s gonna take it from you,” you tell him when he slurps a noodle and almost chokes.

he glares at you over his shades, “shut up, ‘m hungry.”

you try to steal a piece from his bowl but he jabs your hand with chopsticks seemingly with the intention to break through skin. you yelp and shy away, wounded and afraid. he doesn’t even seem sorry.

he makes it up to you by treating you to coffee and a slice of cake, which he devours after you had a tiny bite. this is becoming a problem, but he looks very happy and doesn’t let go of your hand, planting quick, small kisses on the place he hurt, so you, once again, forgive him, as is the standard of your relationship.

shopping is next, and he steers you to each and every boutique that even marginally catches your attention. you pile everything you like on his arms, as though he was your personal assistant, and he, surprisingly, doesn’t complain. for the first half of you maxing out his card, he was stood outside the dressing room like a guard dog, shuffling back and forth, back and forth, waiting for you to pull back the curtain and reveal yourself so he could supply you with a verdict, which was always, without fault, “we’re buying that.”

he grew bored, though, and started whining that his feet hurt. invited himself inside and sat on the small chair in the very corner of the cramped space, very attentive when you changed in and out of your clothes. he even helped with the zippers and the buttons, and eventually, he got a boner from all this touching, so you had to stay for another good 10 minutes till he calmed down.

the blaring white lights, and you sweating. you stare at him, disappointed. he looks mildly uncomfortable, squirming in his seat and trying not to look at you, the mountain of clothes you discarded heaped on his lap.

“what am i gonna do with you?” you wonder aloud with a small sigh.

“i can’t help it. you’re hot.”

by the end of it all, you have acquired new perfume, a new set of luxurious makeup, and too many clothes to know what to do with. he carries your bags without you having to ask and leads you to get new underwear, but you make him wait outside the shop for that since you’re not risking another incident again.

*

when evening dwindles into night, he suggest a car ride around the city. the ocean breeze ruffles your hair when you roll down the window to admire the watercolor sights around you – the buildings, the people, the greenery, the mountain peak pitch black against the backdrop of the sky. you drive around aimlessly, and he's more subdued and mindful of the signs and the blinking traffic lights, his hand leaving your body only when he needs to switch gears. it always comes back with a little knead, and it always makes you smile.

“look, they're preparing for the festival,” you tell him as you pass by a closed off street of decorated stalls and convenience stores that look like they have been closed for the night, with two police men stationed across the entrance.

“you've ever been to lake ashinoko?” he questions idly.

“nope,” you turn another corner, the streets a little quieter, “it has the big torii gate, right?”

“yeah,” gojo hums, “we'll go there to watch the fireworks,” he seems distracted, “pretty stuff.”

“looking forward to it,” you reply, too interested in a display of colorful confectionary and sweets to decipher the tone of his voice, “where are we heading to?”

“dunno,” he mutters, knuckles slowly relaxing, “just around. you wanna head back?”

“nah,” you glance at him, a brow arched in curiosity. he looks oddly flushed. “you seem a little tired. wanna stop?”

“always worried about me,” he clicks his tongue, “’m a big boy.”

you pause for a moment. getou's words spring to mind, and you feel a bit nervous.

he's more sensitive than he looks.

maybe now's not the best time to bring up the clearly crumbling state of his best friend, but uncomfortable conversations don't have the luxury of waiting, nor do they ever fit into the right moment. you chew on your bottom lip in thought, as if the words would make themselves known without any effort from your part, but you find yourself no longer stuck on getou's haunting look but rather the way gojo seems a bit off his usual cheeky and snarky self.

you want to be a good friend. you care about both of them, and it hurts, in an odd, dull ache somewhere in your chest, when neither want your help.

is it so wrong to worry about gojo? you have come to terms with the idea that you like him, like him so much that sometimes, you feel half-crazy with a need to be by his side, constantly and without interruption, like today, like, hopefully, for many more days to come.

still, you are aware of the many walls and barriers he has erected to guard himself. and you, the person that likes him the most and has his attention almost at every given moment, still understand very little of who he is. you don't want to linger on the question if you ever will.

you must take example of haibara's endless positivity. step by step. even slow progress is still progress.

“i worry about everyone,” you eventually offer, more somber than you originally intended. still, it gets a faint snicker from him, and your cheeks puff with a mixture of amusement and relief. “you're not special, you know.”

“i hope that isn't true. i'd be crushed,” he teases back.

there it is. the little deflection that always makes you smile, despite how obviously it diverts from what's truly on his mind. it's a defense mechanism, you reckon. that said, you are not unaware that he has offered you little hints here and there, things he would only disclose in the dead of the night in the hush between soft laughs and your pillows.

without staring at him, you take a deep breath. heart light and fingers threaded against the seam of your shirt. here it goes, you tell yourself.

“i didn't used to worry so much, to be honest,” you confess, hoping he will at least listen before undoubtedly cutting you off, “but, i guess recently, i’m starting to see things from new perspectives. i know you don’t need it, but i still—”

he makes a sharp turn that doesn't seem coordinated enough, and suddenly, a stop-street opens to the left, overlooking a rocky beach and calm waters of the vast stretch of hakone's inlet. gojo parks dangerously close to the edge of the cliff and lets the air settle.

“honesty hour?” his smile is familiar to you, perhaps a bit too bitter to your liking. “alright. if we're playing this game, then i'd say that worrying is dumb, especially if it’s me you’re worried about. really stupid, actually. i don’t see the point in getting emotional over shit like that.”

“well, it’s not being emotional, it’s just—”

“no, shush,” he squeezes the length of your leg. you blink down at where he's touching you, and you look up when you realize he means to have the attention for just this. “look, what i'm saying is, i’m me, yeah? you can call me conceited all you want, but it’s the truth. i mean, i, okay, fine, fuck it,” he sighs, like he's annoyed, and you're just as grateful you can't fully see his expression as he likely is of yours, “a weak heart is not something to particularly proud of. i'm not someone that requires babysitting.”

this is likely the first time he has ever been so upfront about anything in his life, ever. maybe getou has seen this side of him, but even if that was the case, you'd never know for certain. you don't, however, appreciate the slight anger in his tone.

“no one's babysitting you,” you placate, careful to test his reaction before continuing, “we spend almost all of our time together, how is this surprising? and i don't think anyone would make an argument against you being the strongest, but you're still a person.”

you wonder when his hand slipped from your knee. he doesn't react for a good few seconds, as though gathering his thoughts, though you suspect, whether he was or not, this is not something he intended to dig deep enough to expose.

“well, yeah, duh,” he responds obtusely, but he offers nothing more.

this has gone about as well as you've expected, which is to say it has gone terribly, and it’s all his fault, because you were intending to go in a completely different direction.

“still a person,” he utters, and now he definitely sounds irritated, “the hell's that supposed to mean? you think i'm gonna roll over and let some curse get me or something? are you stupid?”

your stomach lurches like he has landed a heavy blow on it, and you need a moment to swallow past the ugly burn in your throat that your entire face stings with. somehow, what irks you the most is that you are hurt he would assume that you, of all people, would ever force something he doesn’t want onto him, as though the thought itself has made you a villain in his eyes.

as though stating a simple fact that he is human too is somehow insulting, somehow a threat to his title as gojo satoru and each and every connotation that comes with that honored name.

you have never asked him of anything. he's the one that started picking on you first, physically imposing himself into your life. he's the one that changed over the years and started showing new sides, he's the one that begs you to go on trips with him and buys you things and likes to hold you as he sleeps and complains that you make him horny even in situations that really call for tender affection instead of sexual advances.

you don't even ask him to like you like you like him, since you know that it would be met with harsh rejection. he would take it as a demand, no doubt, to be on your level – someone weak-hearted. his emotions have proven to be more volatile than his actions, and perhaps you’ve accidentally stumbled into something a bit out of your level of expertise. you can't brush it off with a snide, vaguely amusing remark like you usually would, nor do you want to.

you’ve changed, too.

still.

his hand is back as a vice around your knee. your jaw clenches.

that was uncalled for.

“you're being mean,” you mumble, your words hanging stale between you.

he sighs after what feels like an eternity, sounding long-suffering and tired,  “sorry. that came out wrong.”

“you've just started a fight for no reason.”

“what, you crying? tough luck, maybe try being—”

“fine,” you don’t let him finish, unbuckling your seatbelt, “sorry for getting so emotional. see you at the hotel.”

“what?” he snaps, head swerving in your direction with a new, searing glare, “no. jesus. just. no. what?”

“i’m heading back,” you insist, but you are stilled in your attempts at fleeing by his hold. it'll bruise if you really want to test how badly he's going to grip you, probably, but this unexpected argument has really shaken you. he's only ever been this prickly at the start of year two, when the sight of you invoked some long-simmering resentment that he showed by cowing at you from each and every corner, like some hellish echo, “let me go, please.”

“hold on,” his fingers dig, and despite how you try to swat at him, he doesn't budge, “there's no need for this. i'm sorry, okay? don't get out the fucking car, for fuck's sake, i'm serious.”

“satoru,”

“no,” he snarls, the sound sudden and vicious that you flinch from its force, “i said, no. i don't—you're not going anywhere. i'm sorry, okay, i'm sorry, i'm an asshole, i know, but just, just listen for a sec.”

you slump against your seat, lips pursed and arms tightly crossed in a way you know he finds childish but that, unfortunately for him, is a legitimate response to his infuriating behavior. to further throw him off, you make it very clear he does not have your attention, and that even if he did, it wouldn't do him any good.

you feel him slowly relax and tremble before petting at the little scratches he has accidentally carved in your skin in a way that lets you know he’s truly sorry. he lets out an uneasy sigh, fingers twitching every few seconds.

stillness. finally, silence, except for the wind that howls and the crash of the ocean below.

“i was talking bullshit,” he begins, the effort of it wearing him down to a barely audible, pathetic volume. “it's just, i can't... i don't know how, okay? that's the truth.”

“can't what?”

“you know,” he gestures ambiguously with the hand he isn't restraining you with, “there are certain expectations i gotta meet. i can't disappoint everyone. i mean, they wouldn't, i don't think, but... look, i'm sure you understand.”

“no, i don't, actually,” you snip, “i don't even understand what we're fighting about anymore.”

“i, just, it's, okay, whatever, fuck,” he thumps his head back against his seat, and the next words leave him in one big, excruciating spill, “i'm just not very good with feelings. this is all fucking crazy.”

like most secrets, they're out before he can reel them back. his lips slam shut so quickly that it turns into a tense line. you watch him, he watches you, and his face melts into something shameful. his eyes dart to the steering wheel and back, and you really hope he isn't planning on smashing the accelerator again to head face first into the rocks to escape whatever the hell is happening in this car.

“i'm not good at this,” he repeats slowly, painfully, as though you’re speaking different languages, “i don't want you to cry.”

“i'm not crying. i'm pissed off and i want to go home.”

“don't go home,” he rushes to say, “don't go anywhere. i'm not even sure where we are exactly, so just, calm down.”

“i can find my way,” you sniff irritably, and he suddenly looks utterly miserable, which you think is very unfair.

“christ, you couldn't even find the fucking bathroom in the mall, do you seriously think i'm gonna let you walk around alone at night cuz you're a bit angry with me?”

gojo really has a talent of saying the wrong things at the most right of times.

you scowl, “that's because i was following you!” yes, perhaps you did turn off your brain and mindlessly waddle after him, trusting him to deliver you to your desired location. is it a crime to be caught in the spell that is gojo satoru's enigmatic appeal? that should be considered a blessing instead of an inconvenience, surely, “don't patronize me. and if you don't quit being shitty, you'll be watching the fireworks alone, cuz i'm taking my ass to the first train and heading the hell back to tokyo.”

“sorry,” he bows his head, forehead softly smacking against your shoulder, “please don't go. i'm sorry.”

“sorry you went super shit on me?” you demand, still sulking, “or sorry you snapped?”

“sorry for... all of it, alright? i'll make it up to you. do you want new jewelry? you didn't get any. like earrings, or something. i'll get nice ones, okay?”

your eyes nearly bug out of your head, “huh? stop freaking me out. i sincerely hope you realize i don't hang around you to get free stuff. that's so shallow. do you even know me?”

“god,” he exhales heavily, like he's very, very close to banging his head against the wheel out of sheer exasperation. “i'm trying, you know. cut me some slack here.”

yes, you see he's trying his utmost best, and that's why you're already softening. but the sting still lingers. you will be gracious and assume that his attempt at buying back your affection was borne out of panic and is, overall, a genuine mistake, or maybe a show of something beneath the layers – who is he if not gojo satoru, the strongest, the richest, the prodigal son, the untouchable, unapproachable sorcerer? gojo doesn't deal with his mistakes gracefully. he overcompensates. he hides, and this time, he has failed to hide from you.

“and i don't want you to pay back the ice cream, either,” you finally mumble, tentatively reaching up to pet the mess of his fluffy hair as a show of good faith. an olive branch, because apparently, you will always possess a clearer mind than him.

he’s immobile for a second, and then he burrows even deeper into the material of your shirt, as though hoping to somehow melt away from it, and a heavy breath collapses out of him, “this is bad for my ego. don't ever take that control away from me. it's wrong. feels wrong.”

“fine. whatever. you win. happy? nothing happened, yada yada. friends,” you grumble.

“gross,” he groans, despite the clear warmth in his voice that makes your stomach flutter, “being a friend sounds a bit lame. but yeah. friends. and we're watching the fireworks tomorrow, yes? say yes.”

“okay,” you acquiesce, despite your reservations, “maybe.”

“yes,” he insists, stubbornly holding his position on your shoulder. he does, however, pout, and that lightens your mood significantly. “we are. right?”

“you have to be less annoying.”

“fine.”

“fine, and,” you start. you don't want to be cold with him, but you don't quite feel ready to let this go, “i want to sleep in a different room.”

he startles away from you like you’ve slapped him, “no. bad idea. forget it, it's not happening.”

“don't fight me on this, satoru,” you say, and his eyes widen slightly. “it's really not up for debate.”

“are you mad?”

“yeah,” you tell him, and it's true. “i'm not... mad-mad, but like. i need a little space.”

“okay,” he swallows thickly, like he doesn't like the thought of you so much as existing further than a ten meter radius from him, “got it. no problem.”

that must've hurt.

“just for today,” you assure him, “promise.”

he nods slowly. then, “can i… can i at least kiss you?”

you shake your head. no, not now. not yet.

“right, okay, of course,” he mutters emptily and sits back. with some space in between you again, you find his lack of warmth much more pronounced, not to mention the distance he puts there. for the first time today, when starts the car and shifts gears, the edge of his fingers doesn't brush your skin.

the drive back to the hotel is agonizingly silent.

additional author's note: i think dating gojo would be very difficult since he's so emotionally stunted that he can't express himself and he's too afraid to try. i think he would also have significant trouble being on the same level as someone he considers weaker than him (not in a bad way). the only reason he even formed a connection with suguru was because suguru, at one point, was also the strongest, and he was the only person that understood him on that level. reader isn't the strongest, and the connection she offers is really different than what he's used to. he lashes out, but he still apologizes sincerely. i also thinks he takes her for granted, much like he takes getou. he's supposed to be in control because he's the strongest, and he's likely troubled about his own feelings, that's why he's so frustrated.

don't be too angry with him, he's really trying :(

but anyway, stan kami-chan because she is a baddie and if a baddie threatened to leave me i'd be clawing at her begging her to stay too

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[vorfreudevortex]

1. clutch

a street racer!ino takuma x f!reader fic

redline masterlist // intros // next: chapter 2

warnings // 4k words - swearing, alcohol, smoking, reckless driving (duh), all characters in college or recently graduated, mount hakone's details are not accurate for the sake of the story so pls don't try to clown me for it

the vibes for chapter one

✰ // the cars and the reader’s appearance in this fic are purposely kept ambiguous so you are free to have aspects look, feel, and be modified any way you’d like.

wishing you all a very merry inotober 2024 ;)

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under a dark and comforting blanket of the night, tucked safely away in layers of concrete, satoru click click clicks a lighter until suguru's cigarette catches. white floodlights reflect on candy paints and chrome wheels. the air smells of tobacco, gasoline, and rubber, while the loud hums and purrs of different car engines, chatter, and deep-bass music floats in the air. in this underground parking garage, it seems almost like another world of its own.

suguru geto, satoru gojo, kento nanami, and shoko ieiri are in the center of the garage, hands in baggy pants pockets and exchanging small talk with randoms, selfishly claiming an empty parking spot between their groups’ cars. every time they hear someone bitch about it, a quick “fuck off” is spouted from suguru, and they all know better than to talk back to the suguru geto, the leader of the phantoms.

“how many people are gonna be pissed that a little girl like clutch is driving that monster?” satoru laughs, blue eyes darting around.

“all of them,” suguru scoffs, eyes landing for a moment on a familiar nissan skyline gtr that’s parked directly across from them. the front license plate reads "SHDW1".

a low growl suddenly roars through the concrete walls, making heads snap towards the entrance of the garage. the unknown sound thunders through heads and shakes bones.

“what is that—”

“—is that a v8…”

“…it’s gotta be supercharged!”

suguru smirks. finishing his cigarette, he crushes it on the ground under his fresh new balances and shoko hands him another. he’s calm, but lighting up one cigarette after another is an anxious habit. he knows he should probably quit soon, but he’s too excited to mentally commit right now.

“she’s here!” shoko smiles slyly as her layered necklaces jingle and sparkle under the fluorescent lights.

“with a grand entrance,” kento adds and crosses his arms in front of his wide chest, crinkling the baggy blue button up shirt he had rolled the sleeves on.

the mysterious car slowly rolls its way to the group, attracting a crowd as everyone finds themselves drawn in, walking alongside it with wide eyes and recording phones. the two famous white stripes in the paint is so clean and reflective, it almost blinds those who stand too close. they try to peek inside, but the tint on the windows is too dark and definitely illegal.

“it’s a mustang!—”

“…from america?—”

“—it’s a fucking shelby!”

the group steps aside, suguru's tobacco smoke weaving around and through his glossy black hair while waving a lazy finger to help you reverse into the parking spot. the engine cuts, leaving an excited crowd buzzing and bickering over the hunk of metal in front of them. the door clicks open, and your brother can’t help but smile as you step out. you’ve already got everyone else wrapped around your pretty little finger.

"nii-chaaan!" you shriek, and throw your arms around his neck, but not before he tweaks the position of his cigarette in his mouth so it won’t burn your hair.

“everyone’s looking at you, clutch,” suguru says softly in your ear, you pull away.

“well then, i hope i look cute,” you smile, earning a laugh from your brother.

the people gathered around your car are in a frenzy, to say the least. most of them have never seen an american car before, let alone an imported ford mustang, with one of the most powerful and impressive engines ever built.

“an imported mustang?!—”

“—it’s the phantoms’!”

“…no way that little girl drives this beast…”

you’re snatched away to a crowd of prying questions and flashing phones. suguru, satoru, kento, and shoko lean back on satoru's car and happily watch the circus. your brother feels proud as you even offer to take random people’s pictures in front of your own car, even popping the hood and letting them sit in the driver’s seat as you sweetly thank their compliments with a blush.

it’s all fun and games until the crowd slowly dissipates and a stupid familiar face comes into suguru's line of sight and towards his little sister. stupid shaggy brown hair, a stupid grin, stupid baggy black sweats, and stupid red nike dunks. just seeing takuma ino pisses suguru off. 

takuma couldn’t help himself, you were just so beautiful. big eyes making direct contact with every person who talked to you, long tan legs extending out of a flowing mini skirt and ending in a pair of platform white converse, and a laugh that made him shiver. he just had to come over and see who you were.

"sugu— " satoru starts.

“—i know,” suguru interrupts, already up on his feet and on his way to you. but takuma opens his mouth first, looking down at you with shimmering brown eyes and a toothy grin.

“hey—”

“—no.”

your head spins around, first meeting eyes with the boy in front of you, then over your shoulder to your older brother, who stares blankly at the man with a protective hand on your arm. takuma's smile drops into an innocent, confused look.

“uh… you know her?”

“of course i do,” suguru scoffs. 

“she’s parked right between us and you think we don’t know her?” teases satoru, who has suddenly appeared behind you as well, a sly grin plastered on his face.

“i hardly noticed,” the boy looks back to you and holds a hand out. “hi! i'm takuma ino.”

“hi! i'm—” you begin.

“—not happening,” suguru turns you around, leading you away with satoru.

“really, geto?” takuma ino calls from behind you. “you can’t let her speak for herself?”

“oh shit,” satoru laughs under his breathe. your older brother stops, his grip on your arm tightening as he turns to face the stranger.

“ino. stay the fuck away from my sister.”

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“nii-chan, what was that about earlier? that guy at the meet?” you ask.

the five of you are now home, in your father’s garage. in your soft pajamas, you lounge back into the makeshift hammock you’re sharing in the corner of the shop with shoko, both of you nursing a beer. your eyes watch as kento and suguru carefully wipe the bugs off the front end of your mustang while satoru rests in a chair beside them.

“ugh,” shoko lights her cigarette. “suguru fucking hates that guy.”

“ino suuucks!” satoru whines, throwing his head back in his chair.

“he’s no worse than you, satoru,” kento adds.

“it's nothing,” suguru says. “ino's just always looking to rile me up.” you giggle a bit and take a sip of your drink. it seems like takuma ino does a better job at riling your brother up than he would like to think.

“i think it kind of worked,” you laugh. “i don’t think you had to be that mean to him, though.”

“you have no idea!” satoru adds. “he’s constantly up our asses.”

“you probably like it,” shoko teases, exhaling smoke. you catch kento smirking to himself.

“i wasn’t that mean, clutch,” suguru says. “i think you’re just too nice for your own good.”

“no i'm not!” you gasp. “i can be mean! i'm mean all the time!”

“prove it,” shoko points at the pile of blonde hair standing in front of you, now messy from a hot summer night out and about. “say something mean to ken.”

“what?” your jaw drops while suguru and satoru turn into a snickering mess. “that’s not fair, there’s nothing mean anyone can say about him!”

“oh my god, just try,” satoru laughs. “i'm begging, come up with something.”

you look to kento with a small pout. he stares back with soft brown eyes and the smallest smirk in the world. “c'mon, clutch” he teases. “you can do it.”

“um… ummm,” you stammer. “you… you should smile more?”

even kento can’t resist joining the others by doubling over in laughter at your ridiculous attempt. was being nice really so bad? it was something your brother had always gently teased you for, his friends joining in by proximity. sometimes he scolded you for it too, but only when someone had taken advantage of your naivety or kindness in exchange for their own benefit.

“whatever,” you blush and finish your beer. “it’s late and i better head to bed. i haven’t slept well since i flew in.”

“we all better head home,” kento says, throwing the dirty towels in a bin. when the others leave, you and suguru lock down the shop and head upstairs to your rooms. you can hear your father’s soft snores in the hallway.

“y/n, get some sleep,” your brother says softly. “tomorrow we’re going to the mountains.”

“the mountains?”

“yeah, you said you wanted to learn to drift better, right?”

you can’t cover the excited smile that grows on your face. “really? but my car isn’t really built for that.”

“don’t be silly. you’ll learn in my car,” he ruffles your hair. “touge racing isn’t for the weak, but you’re a quick learner. we’ll get you comfortable before letting you race.”

“will other people be there?”

“our team and maybe some other people i know practicing during the day, but not many. the crowd will come late tomorrow night when the race starts.”

“people you know, like that ino guy?” you tease. suguru's hand stops on his bedroom doorknob as he turns back to you with a serious face.

“clutch, i'm serious,” he warns. “ino is bad news. stay away from him while you’re here, alright?”

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later, as you’re half-asleep and snuggled underneath the blankets in your room, three notifications wake you. groaning, you roll over to silence your phone, but not before you take a glance at your screen.

shadow.takuma started following you.

shadow.takuma liked your photo.

shadow.takuma: hey :) i took some pics of u and ur car tonight if u want them

takuma ino has found your instagram. suddenly sleep is not important to you, and you’re unlocking your phone to respond.

clutchcruises: hi! i'd love to have them. tysm!

shadow.takuma: sent 3 photos

the pictures are candids, and surprisingly amazing. the first is a photo of someone taking a photo of you posing in front of your mustang, another is your back turned while a blurred crowd in the background admires your car. the last is of you and suguru, both of you turned away, his arm slung around your shoulders and looking down at you with a smile.

clutchcruises: these are so cute! thank you so much!

shadow.takuma: fs :) u got a sweet ass build going. u do it all yourself?

clutchcruises: yeah haha i don’t really have any friends back home that are into cars so it’s really been just me

shadow.takuma: i'm so impressed… teach me your ways?

you scoff to yourself. “teach me” as if this guy doesn’t know 10x more about modifying a car than you. you can’t help but notice your cheeks turning hot. is he trying to flirt with you or is he just being nice?

shadow.takuma: touge race tomorrow night, u coming?

clutchcruises: i think so! my brother is taking me

shadow.takuma: well i hope he lets u hang around more… it’ll be fun

shadow.takuma: see u tomorrow :)

you smile to yourself as you like his last message. he wasn’t anywhere as rude or troubling as your brother and his friends made him out to be. in fact, he was really sweet. his cute smile was pretty nice to look at too, even if you only caught a few seconds of it tonight. you remember how cold suguru was to ino, and his strict words to stay away from him. there must be something deeper about him that suguru knows and you don’t.

you just can’t help but look at his profile, which is exactly what you expected it to be. thousands of followers and endless pictures of cars. most of them feature an absolutely beautifully modified nissan skyline gtr, with a few other cars scattered in. you pause on a picture of him and a group of guys, where he stands front and center.

oh my, he is cute. broad shoulders you can see through a baggy black shirt and lean, muscular legs poking out from a pair of shorts that end in the middle of his thighs, and crispy bright green vans on his feet. a black beanie covers his shaggy brown hair. he looks tough, a stark contrast to the vibes you read from him earlier tonight. you hardly notice the dude with bright pink hair or the guy with face tattoos standing beside him.

‘shadow.takuma: 1/2 the SHDW crew… and yuji ig’ the caption reads.

how odd. he looks rough in the picture, but he seemed so sweet, so genuinely kind and interested in talking to you earlier tonight. but suguru knows better, and if he wants you to stay away from takuma ino then you will.

you silence your phone and turn back over, letting yourself fall asleep to the sounds of your brother’s snores that came from the other side of the wall, dreaming of grinding gears and roaring engines.

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the next morning, you’re rearing to get to the mountains. you stumble downstairs after getting dressed in one of suguru's tees, red biker shorts, and your grubbiest pair of reeboks. your dad is making breakfast while suguru sits at the kotatsu.

“three days in japan and you’re already stealing my shirts,” suguru grumbles into his tea. his long black hair is frizzy and knotted, with bags under his eyes and his shorts wrinkled… he was not a morning person.

“if you cover them in grease like mine, she stops taking them,” your dad laughs, peering at you with crinkling and smiling eyes.

“papa, are you coming with us today?” you ask.

“sorry, clutch. i'm busy in the shop today,” he apologizes. “but you all have fun, and most importantly, be safe.”

“she’s gonna wear a helmet.” you whip your head around at your brother's statement.

“what?!”

“you’re gonna wear a helmet,” suguru says, louder this time. “this shit is dangerous and you’re just starting to learn.”

“i already know how to drift, i'll just be learning how to do it in the mountains,” you sit down next to your grouchy brother. you can’t believe he’s springing this information on you now. you know for a fact that suguru has never worn a helmet in his damn life, and having to wear one while learning would make things more difficult and block your vision, not to mention ruin the entire vibe.

“listen to your brother, y/n,” your dad chimes in.

“you have no idea what you’re talking about,” suguru scoffs.

“i literally do, i've been there before. i've drifted before, countless times! i'm practically a professional.”

“i'll believe it when i see it,” he rolls his eyes. “if you’re gonna wreck my honda and break your leg, at least your skull won’t be bleeding out—”

“—suguru!” your dad gruffly scolds, your brother’s awful words dying in his throat.

“i'm just being real, papa,” he broods. his tired eyes meet yours. “eat your breakfast and we’ll go, ken and toru will be mad if we’re late.”

you couldn’t stop smiling when suguru let you drive his nsx up to the mountains, even if it was only to let you get used to the car before having to swing it around. and since you were driving, you took full advantage of your limited freedom by pulling into the cutest coffee shop you saw.

“what are you doing?”

“i'm stopping so my brother can buy me some iced coffee,” you giggle. suguru rolls his eyes but pulls his wallet from his back pocket anyways.

“you’re lucky i love you.”

satoru and kento were leaning on their cars when you finally made it, satoru welcoming you with open arms.

“welcome to mount hakone!” he grinned. he dons torn jeans, a plain white shirt, and his favorite pair of round sunglasses. kento wears a nice pair of fitted grey joggers, a cream long sleeve, and a pair of green-tinted raybans that sit low on his nose.

the drive up was beautiful, with dense and lush trees shadowing the road with rough rock walls and steep cliffs right off the side of the road at almost every winding turn. a light mist had appeared as you ascended higher and higher, and from where you were parked now, you could see mount fuji looming in the distance.

“let me check suguru's car first and make sure everything’s working properly,” kento says.

“we all already know it’s in perfect condition,” satoru rolls his eyes playfully behind his sunglasses.

“i'll do it anyways,” kento responds, lifting open the hood with a soft swoosh. “it’s better to be safe.”

“are you nervous, y/n?” satoru pats the top of your head, earning a teasing grimace from you.

“kind of,” you admit sheepishly. “but i already know how to drift. it’ll just be some added pressure.”

“you totally got this! suguru's a good teacher when he’s not on your ass.”

kento's fist lightly makes contact with his chest, a silent warning to stop being mouthy.

“there’s a scenic lookout halfway down the pass,” kento says, shutting the hood and making his way into satoru's 180sx with him. “it has a good view, we’ll watch from there.”

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you’re back where you started, at the top of the mount hakone. on your first pass, suguru had directed you to drive normally and take it slow. he wanted you to learn the roads and memorize the turns. kento and satoru had offered you a thumbs up as you drove by on the barren roads. but now, the empty spot from before is littered with cars— the ‘people that suguru knew’. your stomach flips at the thought of an audience, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself.

suguru steps out of the car. “hey, none of you drive down the pass until we come back up,” he yells. “i'm teaching my sister, so i don’t wanna see any of these cars on the way.”

“what was that for?” you ask as he settles back in the passenger seat. your eyes land on a nearby license plate, one that says "SHDW1". oh god, is takuma ino here? your head spins as you imagine yourself looking like a complete idiot in front of the boy you were texting late last night.

“i don’t want you worrying about any other cars, the roads are already too tight,” suguru explains while he ties his hair into a messy bun. “you ready?”

you take a deep breathe as your fingers start to shake. “yeah, ready.”

reaching into the backseat, he returns with a sleek black bike helmet in his hand. you shoot him a look before silently tugging it over your head. you know better than to fight him on this.

takuma ino fizzles from your mind as you approach the first sharp turn. you let out a sharp exhale. you heart starts to pound in anticipation.

the bend comes closer and closer. you downshift to first. the engine alters.

“just let yourself feel the car,” suguru says calmly. “don’t brake too hard. go back to second when you enter the turn. your intuition will lead you.”

you tap the brake pedal. the weight of the car shifts forward. you enter the turn. the clutch goes in. back to second gear. the engine revs. the back tires lose traction. you feel it.

“feather the throttle.”

you turn the steering wheel into the drift. not too much. your right foot lightly presses into the gas pedal. the tires squeal. the back end swings wide. suguru's honda is completely sideways now. the trees blur past you.

“counter it.”

suguru's hand hovers over the handbrake. he knows he won’t need it. you flip the wheel. your eyes focus in front of you. the car teeters on the edge of being losing control, but never slips any further. you know it. you feel it.

“ease up.”

and you do. the car steadies around you. you feel it. with a flick of your wrist, you straighten the wheel. you fly out of the curve. the line on the gauge set falls.

“breathe,” your brother reminds you calmly. “hairpin next. remember what i told you.”

you let go of the breathe you had involuntarily been holding. the palm of your hand is sweating all over the wheel and shifter. the corner comes at you fast. hard brake. downshift. first gear. tap the brake.

“now! yank it!”

you pull the handbrake hard, the back tires locking up. the gauge shakes violently as it redlines, the shouting engine music to your ears. the back end swings violently, almost throwing you with it. kento and satoru are just shadows as you fly past them. for a split second, the world is nothing but air around you. the world is nothing but nothing around you. it’s happiness. it’s freedom. you feel it.

back to reality. turn turn turn! feather the throttle. tires scream. rubber burns. it smells so good. handbrake down. back to second gear. 

“clutch, you got it,” suguru beams beside you. “it’s a little rough, but you got it. don’t stop, stay focused. keep going…”

twenty minutes later, you’re back where you started, again. you cut the motor, silence filling the car. your whole body shakes. you lift your hands in front of your face as they tremble.

“holy shit…” you exhale, finally. every single muscle in your body had been tensed and flexed, you manually force them relax.

“are you okay?” suguru asks, his voice deep, calming, and grounding.

you’re finding words, about to answer when the door beside you swings open, and your brother's lanky best friend is grabbing you by the shoulders, shaking you excitedly.

“holy shit!! you did it, you were amazing! i knew you could do it,” satoru shouts. “ken and i are so proud of you, you fucking killed it!”

he reaches over you to unbuckle your seatbelt and rips the helmet off your head. satoru lifts you out of your seat and swings you up so you’re sitting on his shoulder. shrieking, you clamp one hand onto the soft fabric of his shirt and the other in his messy mop of ivory hair in an attempt to find balance. you know he won’t drop you as his rough palms politely grip your thigh and waist, but it sure doesn’t feel like it in the moment.

he parades you around, jostling and tossing you up and down on his shoulder as he hoots and hollers. kento stands nearby, laughing and clapping his congratulations, while suguru playfully joins satoru's antics in shouts and leaps.

“satoru!” you scream with uncontrollable laughter. “put me down!”

“we have to celebrate! you finished your first touge pass like a fucking pro!” he shouts.

he finally plops you down on the asphalt and your brother pulls you into a tight hug. “really living up to your nickname now, hmm?” he laughs in your ear. 

but as suguru's strong hands are wrapped around you, you spot a familiar figure over his shoulder. with arms crossed over his chest, he sits on the hood of that skyline with another black-haired boy, the "SHDW1" license plate peeking out from behind his legs. that same toothy grin meets your eyes as he gives you a small nod and salute to your new achievement. you can’t seem to get yourself to look away, and your cheeks begin to burn.

“i'm so proud of you. you’re still pretty rough but we’ll keep practicing,” suguru pulls away, completely oblivious to what just happened over his shoulder. “you’re still shaking. let’s go home and relax before we come back for the race tonight, yeah?”

and when your brother climbs in his car next to you to drive home, you can’t help but steal another glance over to takuma ino from the passenger seat. this time, both him and the black-haired boy stare back at you. you don’t know if your heart is still pounding from passing through the mountain or from takuma's brown eyes boring into you.

you’re almost sure suguru doesn’t notice.

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[cherryspicest]

Assurance

male reader x Ahn Yujin

Though it was a bad decision to earn a rival's trust, you still tried despite the consequences you may face.

It was a perfect time to bring her car for a downhill mountain ride as the sun sets down into the thick clouds, the majestic sight of Seoul down from the mountain hoping if only the people down there could hear her Lancer IX roar in each pull she makes. A woman like her driving such an iconic JDM car is any guy’s dream woman, but remembering she’s one of Chaewon’s rivals is a reason not to be attached with her too much. Despite her teammates like Wonyoung, who drives a violet Rx8 or Rei who owns a R34 skyline, Yujin’s vibe is entirely a different yet unexplainable level of coolness from theirs.

She would sometimes land a glance at you amid the trip while you enjoy your moment sitting in the passenger seat -inside joke of you being called a Passenger Princess without the double ‘S’. Even with the amount of urge to look back at her wild, yet attractive visuals, you decide to ignore and pretend as if you didn’t care.

“You know you’re too dumb to think you’re safe enough to ride into someone’s car knowing the person right next to you . . . “ she pauses to give you a slow look of  disappointment. “Is someone who pointed a gun at you a while ago?”

You find yourself chuckling in her words. She’s indeed a threat, a look of someone who wouldn’t spare you nor who’d kill you with a barbecue stick possible. But for what? You think that killing you is definitely a waste of time as you don’t even serve any special purpose rather than being a male guy who beats a racer like her.  

“You’ll just waste a bullet at me I guess, plus I really imagined myself sitting inside your car. A Lancer Evo is something that would crumble my heart to be honest.” 

Your words are enough to make her look away, speechless as you sight a small curve forming into the corner of her lips afterwards. You never expect such a small compliment could make a tigress passive once again -or maybe you are just assuming too much. 

“Chaewon must have put enough steroids on your car just to beat me didn’t she?” Yujin says in a plain tone as if it was a regular thing to her. “Your car is the most bullshit thing to see in a Hakone, yet you manage to beat me with it.” After passing several curved roads, she looks at you and takes guesses of what Chaewon had inserted into your GTO. She manages to guess almost everything right -weight reduction? Right she had made a wide and long light as her Evo V, swapped engine? Yes, she made your car scream like a Skyline. Much as you want to agree, you keep yourself shut; you still don’t trust Yujin that much.

“But still, I like your car more.” You say, and she meets your eyes. You feel the car slow down, the engine gets quieter as Yujin pulls the car beside a metal railing where the view of Seoul is clearly seen. Though it may be dangerous to stop a car in the middle of a road, it’s Yujin, she never cares for the rules.

A smile forms into her lips after she chuckles, and it’s way more visible than before. It’s common to see her resting bitch face every time when it turns out that she looks prettier when she brightens up. With the gothic styled shorthair, and a ‘Tomboy’ vibe attitude, who would even expect her to achieve such a smile. You who’s lucky enough to see it, you’re here to keep it

“I never expect that the person whom I wanted to put down, is the first person who would admire my work.” Afterwhile, she hides the smile again. “Most guys would choose my teammate's car, why would you even choose mine who’s evidently plain and boring?”

“Guys have different tastes” You answer confidently. “One likes the ricers one, one likes the simple ones. I could tell that the car design reflects the driver’s personality. For me, the people who're minimalist with their design just simply love racing and keeping up with fellow racers like them while ignoring the attention of the crowd. Someone that never pretends to be a new one just for attention, and rather who’d be herself despite the criticism she may face.”

She keeps her eyes at you, finally the first moment you see her face you for a long time. And with that, a short silence fills the atmosphere before she looks down, and moves herself to face at the front. She rests both of her hands against the top of the steering wheel while she leans herself into it. 

“You okay?” You concern, even with the high urge of placing a tap on her back, you flee it away. Maybe it was your words that made her quiet for a moment, but perhaps it was not. She doesn’t seem to be the type of person who’d feel down for some sweetly dramatic words. 

She murmurs a “mhm” while her face is rested against her arms. You didn’t ask for more, you didn’t want to be the type of person who’d throw more questions because the answer wasn’t enough. Though you weren’t satisfied, her head starts to face you with tired eyes.

“Why are you so kind to me?” she says with a hint of worry. “You must be doing this on purpose. You want me to be with your team? The answer is obvious, kid, you just wasted your time”

Shaking your head in disagreement seems to confuse her more, along with the chuckle you let out. 

“Then why?”

“Because I know you’re different from your team. You’re the only rival I faced who played fairly against me . . . . someone who wouldn't try to cross the line just to beat me.” 

When a smile once again forms into her lips, your unnecessary thoughts get clear out again; the thought of her playing easy on you because she may know you’re just a one piece of a waste of time. 

“Who in their right mind would even be so confident to stay around me?” She pulls the key out from the starter knob, then opens the door. Her eyes glances at you as soon as she steps outside. “I bet you will choose to smell fresh air here rather than staying there.” and she closes the door. 

No choice, not really but she hits the right point. You follow her outside where she sits over the metal railing despite her ass getting beyond the space which she didn’t seem to care about. Her eyes widened when you left a meter of space between you and her after you sat, even with the little hint of ‘sit beside me’ you decided to act like you don’t care. Though playing hard to get didn’t last that long when she motions her head at you to sit right next to her. 

“You know Wonyoung would kill you if she sees you with me.” You remind as you rest your hands against the railing. She starts to jiggle her keys on her index finger, and in surprise she never shows any reaction to your question. 

“She wouldn’t, she’s just a brat who doesn't even have the courage to pull the trigger once you’re there.” She answers while she maintains eyes at the spinning keys. “Yeji made a really bad decision when she gave Wonyoung the control of our group.”

“Why didn’t she pick you?”

She forces a frown while she shrugs at your question. “I don’t know, I’m not even worthy to be the leader of the group. I mean Gaeul is there, she’s the eldest among us. Rei can be because she knows more about Japanese cars. There’s nothing special about me, kid. Don’t force it.”

“I’m not forcing it. I’m asking because that’s what I see about you.” You argue in a calm demeanor. You manage to catch her attention with your answer, looking at you with eyes of curiosity while it maintains the non-friendly vibe. 

“I know you’re the type of person who listens carefully, someone who’s understanding deep inside. I don’t know, I can’t explain but that’s what I see about you. I mean you had the opportunity to shoot me back at your tavern, but you decided to listen to me even if I’m part of the rivalry team.”

“How can you be so confident about it?” Yujin raises an eyebrow at you, for what she assume you can’t answer until you smile and point a finger at her.

“You just listened to my words right now. You understood every word I said.”

You manage to form a pretty smile on her lips afterwards, wider and brighter that seeing it was enough to brighten you as well. She pushes your shoulder, then closes her eyes to make a deep breath. 

“You’re really ridiculous, kid.” She sighs. 

“Believe it or not it’s fine . . .” You give out your courage to place your hand over her shoulder that immediately catches her eyes. Her eyes widens for a second, but shortly accepts it. “Just remember that there’s a person who would understand you.”

The sun has settled down and the sky has begun to turn orange which Yujin watched upon. She turns around to enjoy the beautiful skylines of Seoul a few miles below the mountain, and you accompany her as well. It feels like this was a date, yet it feels illegal as well.

When the skies turned dark, it was time to leave. Even if you wished that moment should’ve been longer, you had to accept that everything comes to an end. You stand up together as she walks first closer to her car, she suddenly turns around and throws you the car’s key which you luckily catch. 

“You like my car, right?” She chuckles and motions her head. “Show me how you can handle it.”

How lucky you are, it was a dream come true. For countless times sitting on the passenger seat, wishing your hands to be on that wheel, finally she gives you the chance to feel it. You didn’t hesitate to accept it. You rush into the driver’s door until you see multiple headlights appear from the distance that seem to head your way. Yujin notices it, and she steps outside the car right away, standing beside you.

“It’s Wonyoung.” she hisses

“Fuck, we need to leave.” Your answer didn’t seem to satisfy her. When you are about to open the door, she pulls your forearm

“That wouldn’t save you from the eyes of my team.” She faces you, and swallows, taking a deep sigh before meeting your eyes. “Make out with me.”

“What?” 

It was too late for assurance and questions when she crashes her lips into yours. Your arm that was lately in the door’s handle, is now in Yujin's grasp. She pushes you hard, the hardness of the window’s visor wasn’t enough to hurt you as you only feel Yujin’s mouth that’s dominating yours. No hesitation, no what and if’s, you accept that this is happening. She dives her tongue inside yours, her hands guiding yours into her hips where you enjoy the curvature she had. And when the approaching cars seem to get louder and closer, she starts to moan between make outs. 

Now that the car has stopped right at both of you, she starts to slow down. The sound of the door opening was the cue for her to stop, looking at your lips for a while before she turns around to face them. It was indeed Wonyoung along with the other members in each car.

“Yah, am I supposed to believe what I’m seeing?” Wonyoung scoffs, a tone of disbelief can be heard in her words. Yujin places her hand against your chest.

“It wasn’t hard to convince this asshole though.” Yujin answers, glancing at you then returning at hers. “Told you everything can be handled if you do what men really wishes for”

“Assholes” Gaeul adds while she slowly starts to lean against her Fairlady Z32’s fender. “They never changed.”

Yujin gives her a smirk. Wonyoung makes a quick peek at you -in a look of disappointment that seems to criticize your whole soul within that second- then returns her eyes to Yujin. You feel your heartbeat racing when you see the gang silent all at once, there is nowhere to escape from them especially from Wonyoung who seemed displeased.

Wonyoung rests her arm over the hood of her Rx8. “Then I’m expecting good news from you, better not waste my time.”

“Chaewon is up for nothing. But she seemed to make more cars to beat the hella out of us.” Yujin answers confidently while Wonyoung returns a loud yet cute giggle.

“Right Chaewon, that girl would do anything just to prove she’s better than everyone else.” Wonyoung rolls her eyes, and starts to open her door. “I don’t care if she’s the Seoul Tempest or what, I’m pretty sure her car would die out in the amount of curves Hanseong pass has.” Just before she enters back into her car, Wonyoung gives you another look. “Hey Y/n, once I knew you snitched on us. Remember that I know where you live, you seem to have a great family with you, hopefully you don’t disappoint them.”

Everything ends with Wonyoung giving a threat to you, and somehow it was the second time of her talking to you again. Her friends start to take their cars as the Rx8 takes the lead, roaring off into the empty road as you watch the group leave the spot- though it may seem a perfect time to finally breathe in relief, not until you realize the words Wonyoung left you before she flew off.

Yujin keeps her back at you, sighing and slowly turning around to face you when she sees her team’s presence is finally gone. From that emotionless woman you had stayed with several hours ago, now seems to disappear from this world when she turns to you with slight worry in her face.

“Sorry.” She speaks out in a mixture of disappointment and relief. “I couldn’t think of any way to save you from them.”

“It’s fine’ You force a smile, and give her a light nod. “At least it worked anyways”

[volatile95]

Твое внимание к деталям, Господи! Я не замечал этого до тебя~~

@dicktat, I remembered laughing at this scene back in 2023 😅

[daisynik7]

Sweet Like Honey

Chapter 3: First Vacation

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~5.1k

cw: established relationship, fluff, smut – phone sex, mutual masturbation, PIV sex (doggy style, cowgirl), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, sweeties, baby), use of the word slut (endearing)

Summary: You and Nanami go on your first trip together to a hot springs resort and things get steamy. 

Author’s Notes: Here’s the last spicy side story for A Bento for Kento! This is a repost; I’ve rewritten it a bit to reflect my current writing style better. I hope you enjoy it! Nanami deserves all good things in the world! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune. 

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Four months into your relationship, you and Nanami plan your first trip together. The two of you sit on the couch in your living room, digesting the dinner you just ate. There’s a nearby mountain town called Hakone, known for being a hot springs resort with views of Mt. Fuji. Apparently, Nanami has been there before and recommends it. Having never been to a hot spring yourself, the idea of snuggling up next to your boyfriend in a steamy stone bath excites you. That is, until he breaks the news to you. “Hot springs are separate for men and women, sweetheart. We won’t be in the hot springs together.”

You look at him, mouth agape. “Huh, what’s the point then?!”

He chuckles, lifting the back of your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “To relax. You really can’t go a few hours without being beside me?” 

You raise a brow at him. “Oh please. Says the man who made me late to work this entire week because you kept wanting to cuddle.”

Smiling, he responds, “I can’t help it. It’s getting cold and you’re too cute. Anyways, I’m planning to book a room with a personal hot tub on the balcony, so we can still relax together at night.” 

That does sound nice. And it’s not like you are actually upset about the separate hot springs. It’s probably a better idea not to be near each other when naked in public. 

Since the day you two confessed your love for one another, the sex has ramped up quite a bit. And by quite a bit, you mean a lot. With your dear brother Ren officially living in the dorms at Jujutsu High, you and Nanami are together nearly every day, either at your place or his. And with your love for each other growing by the second, it’s no surprise that sex has become a regular part of your lives. You can’t keep your hands off each other. Sometimes, the two of you don’t have the patience to move to the bedroom, so Kento made sure to hide lube in the drawers of each room in both your homes, even in the most unsuspecting of places, like the kitchen and laundry room, which has definitely come in handy already. In the beginning of your relationship, there was still that trepidation of figuring out what each other was comfortable with. Both of you were extremely cautious of not crossing any lines, always asking, “Is this okay?” or “Do you like this?”. After a certain point, you became more comfortable with each other. You feel safe when you’re together. Now, the sex is more passionate than it’s ever been. Knowing he loves you just as much as you love him makes all the difference. This is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. There’s no holding back. 

“Hot tub on a balcony? Sounds very romantic.” You scooch closer to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Let’s do it.”

“Great. I’ll ask Gojo to help me book it. He’s the one who got us in last time.” He leans forward to nuzzle his nose to yours, grinning. “I can’t wait. Our first vacation together.”

“I’m getting excited just thinking about it.” You kiss him on the lips as he cradles you in his arms. 

“What are you thinking about? Are you being naughty again?”

“Of course not! How dare you. You know I’m a good girl,” you say with a coy smile, walking your fingers up his chest to loosen his tie.

He hums. “You are a good girl. You’re my good girl.” His lips brush lightly along your neck. In just a few short minutes, clothes are shed and the drawer next to the couch is open. 

~~~

The week of their vacation, Nanami is sent on a mission to Osaka with Gojo. Not only does he have to spend four days in a hotel room with his insufferable friend, but this will be the longest he’s been apart from his girlfriend since they started dating. 

On the last night, Nanami groans at his phone, staring at a picture of the yakisoba she made for dinner tonight as he eats a bowl of spicy instant ramen from a convenience store. “Remind me why we don’t have any stipend for food?” Nanami asks Gojo, who is happily slurping away at his noodles, cross-legged on the bed.

“Geez, Nanamin. Sorry our agency can’t afford five-star meals every night. Since when have you been such a snob?!”

“I’d rather be at home, eating my girlfriend’s yakisoba than eating instant ramen with you.”

“I’m so glad you said yakisoba and not something else,” Gojo jokes, with an eyebrow raised.

They finish the rest of their meal in a comfortable silence. When he’s done, Gojo stands up to stretch his long limbs. “I’m going for a walk. Be back in thirty minutes.” 

“Where are you going?”

“Just around. I’m giving you some alone time so you can talk to your girlfriend. Take the hint, buddy.”

Surprised, Nanami murmurs, “You don’t have to leave. It’s fine.”

“Seriously, it’s no big deal. Just tell her I say ‘hi’. And remember, thirty minutes. I better not walk in here with your pants down,” he teases, smirking as he opens the door.

“Oh, you are awful,” Nanami mutters before he’s left all alone. Finally. 

Immediately, he dials her number and after two rings, she picks up. “Hi baby!”

He loves hearing her voice. It instantly puts him in a good mood. “Hi honey. How are you?”

“Honey? Are you alone right now?”

“Yes. Gojo went out for a walk.”

They chat for several minutes about each other’s week. Nanami talks about the multiple curses they’ve exorcised and how Gojo has them eating convenience store food every night. She complains about work and her friend’s boyfriend drama, which he shamelessly indulges in. 

“I miss you so much,” Nanami says. He’s sitting up on his bed now, loosening the tie around his collar. 

“I miss you too, Kento.”

“I can’t wait for our vacation tomorrow.”

“Me too.”

There’s a brief silence over the phone, a familiar tension growing between the static noise. She breaks the silence first. “What do you want to do during our trip?”

“Well, we’re going to do the hot springs, maybe a massage –”

“No, Kento. I mean, what do you want to do to me?” He hears shifting on her end. He wonders what room she’s in and what she’s wearing.

He exhales into the phone, reaching for his belt, unbuckling it quietly. “What do you want, sweetheart? I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“Whatever I want?” she challenges. 

“Yes, anything.”

“Can you fuck me like the little slut that I am?”

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he mutters, pushing past the waistband of his pants to release his erect cock. He starts jerking off hastily, picturing her sprawled out on the bed for him, legs spread wide and ready to be railed. “You’re such a slut for me, huh? Always so needy for this cock. Where are you right now?” He rasps filthy words into the phone, all discretion tossed out the window.

“I’m on the couch in the living room, touching myself.” 

“Already? Can’t even make it to the bedroom, huh? You really are a slut. Can’t wait to eat that pussy out tomorrow. Can’t wait to devour you. You always taste divine on my tongue.” 

“God, Kento. Wish you were here. Wish you could fuck me on the couch like you did last week.” 

“Have you been touching yourself while I’ve been away? Have you been naughty?” He bites his lip thinking about her rubbing that clit with those cute little fingers, sliding them up and down her wet cunt. 

“Yes, I’ve been very naughty,” she huffs, voice trembling with arousal. “How will you punish me?” 

“Going to give you a spanking,” he growls, fisting his cock faster, precum leaking from the tip. “Going to fuck you until you can’t come anymore. Going to milk you dry.”

“Is that a promise?” If he listens carefully enough, he can hear the lewd squelches while she pleasures herself, spurring him on.

“You’re such a bad girl, always trying to provoke me. Tell me exactly what you’re doing.”

“Rubbing my clit,” she stammers. “Spreading my cum all over it so it’s nice and wet for you. God, I miss you so much, baby.”

“I know, honey. I miss you too. I miss you too,” he repeats, getting closer and closer to the edge. “Can you make yourself come? For me? Fuck yourself, pretend it’s me doing it. I want to hear it.”

He relishes in her faint whimpers as she masturbates on the phone with him, timing his strokes to match her moans. “There you go, sweetheart. Just like that. You’re doing so good for me,” he praises. He’s close and by the sounds of it, so is she. “Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he says in a low voice.

“Your big cock filling me up.”

“What position?”

“Cowgirl. I’m bouncing on it until you come inside, like how we did it on the couch. It was dripping down my thighs, remember?” Her voice is hoarse with lust, gradually unraveling on the other end of the line. 

“How could I forget?” he smiles to himself, vividly recalling the erotic memory. “And what did I do after?”

She lets out a loud moan before answering, “You put it back in me and fucked me again.”

“That’s right, baby. I know how much you like that.” He strokes his dick in a frenzy, ears hot and eyes shut tight as he approaches his climax.  

“Come with me, Kento. Come with me.” 

At her command, his abs clench as he releases all over himself, painting the bottom of his button up shirt with his seed. He really should have taken this off beforehand, but as usual, they get too caught up in the moment to think logically. 

“Did you come?” Her voice is quiet, her breathing shallow just like it gets whenever she orgasms.  

“Yes, I did. All over my shirt,” he admits, laughing softly.

“Oh no! Baby!”

“It’s okay. I have another one. How about you? Did you come?”

“Yes, I did,” she replies. He smirks, picturing her laid out on the couch, panties around her ankles, that blissful gaze in her eyes. That’s my girl, he muses. 

“You should clean yourself up before Gojo gets back,” she suggests.

Gojo. Shit.

Nanami turns his wrist to read his watch; it’s been at least forty-five minutes since his friend left for his thirty-minute walk. In a panic, he checks his messages and finds three from Gojo that he somehow missed:

NANAMINNNNN coming back from my walk now

never mind, extending my walk another 30

you dirty bastard

~~~

The next day, you and Nanami reunite for your trip. It’s a two-hour train ride to Hakone. You rest your head on Nanami’s shoulder, hands laced together, basking in each other’s existence. A few days away makes you realize how happy you are being with him. As if you had any doubts. 

When the train approaches the station, Nanami lightly taps on your thigh to get your attention. He points out the window. “Look, sweetie.” It’s a gorgeous view of Mt. Fuji in the distance. The hotel you’re staying at is only a ten-minute walk from the station, meaning this is the scenery you’ll have all weekend. You can’t imagine anything more romantic and peaceful than this. 

The hotel is as quaint as you pictured it. You check into the room and settle in before getting ready for the hot springs. Two hours away from each other is a cinch, especially in paradise. You both enjoy your separate onsen experiences, rejuvenated and relaxed for the night to come. 

After a delightful dinner at the hotel restaurant, it’s time to retreat into your room. On the elevator ride up, Nanami pushes you up against the wall and kisses you, unable to contain himself any longer. You fumble on the way to the room, exchanging delicate kisses until you’re inside. He removes his coat, then yours, before wrapping his arms around you in a big bear hug. “I’ve been waiting all week for this,” he says softly. 

You both change into proper hot tub attire: Nanami in swim trunks, you in a two-piece bathing suit. He leads you to the balcony, holding your hand to help you into the spa. The sexual tension is palpable. As you sit beside each other in the water, your muscles relax in the heat. You let your head fall back on the edge of the tub as you sigh, feeling at ease, staying like this for a few minutes. Even with your eyes closed, you can sense Nanami’s gaze on you. Cracking one eye open, you smirk. “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?”

His hand slides up your thigh. “I can’t help it when you look like this.”

You face him, smiling. “And what do I look like?”

“Happy. Tranquil.” He pauses, leaning in closer to whisper, “You’re beautiful.”

There’s a flutter in your stomach, a sensation you’ll never get tired of. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” 

Your lips brush together seamlessly, his breath warm on your mouth. With your hands on his chest, you feel the steady thump of his heartbeat pick up in pace as you continue to kiss passionately. Your skin prickles with goosebumps despite the surrounding heat. Something about the way Nanami kisses you always makes you tingly.

Straddling his lap now, you kiss his neck while you roll your hips on him, using his shoulders to hold on to. He lets out a guttural moan, making you ride him slower, touching every inch of him as you possible can until he’s undeniably hard beneath you. You want him. You need him.  

Water splashes over the edge of the tub, the waves rippling with each movement. The steam from the hot water is dewy on your skin. He caresses your head, fingers gripped to the back of your head, gently pulling you off so he can meet your lips with his before trailing along your neck, sucking on your skin, claiming you as his. His other hand cups your ass, moving with the rhythm in which you ride him. 

“You’re so good to me, Kento. Always so good to me,” you whimper.

He whispers in your ear, “I want you. I want you around my cock.” His squeezes your ass tighter, his self-control wavering. “Let’s go.”

You hop off and get out first. The contrast of the cold night air on your sweltering skin makes you shiver. When you watch him emerge out of the water with a very distinct bulge in his swimming trunks, you shudder even more. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” he teases, grabbing your wrist and leading you back inside. His grip is strong, his pace quick. Seeing him unravel like this is arousing. Knowing how much he desires you in this moment makes you quiver for him.

He takes you into the bathroom, where he starts the shower, knob turned all the way to hot. He releases his hold on you to remove his swimming trunks, his hard dick flopping against his abdomen. The sight resonates straight to your arousal. In complete surrender, you bend over the sink counter begging, “Kento, please. I can’t wait anymore. I need you right now.”

He leans over you, his lips tickling your ear as he chuckles. “Be a good girl and get in the shower. Be patient, sweetheart.” His erection rubs against you, his lips grazing your nape seductively. He roams your back to remove your top, then down your ass, where he slides your bikini bottoms off at an agonizing speed. 

Pouting, you do as he says, slapping your ass as you step over the bathtub. He follows you in, pawing at your waist to pull you close. With a bar of soap, you stand underneath the hot shower, scrubbing the chlorine off your skin as Nanami watches you from behind. Soap suds travel from your neck down to your breasts. From the your peripheral, you see him lick his lips, salivating. When you’re ready to rinse off, you turn to face him, reaching between your legs, tapping your clit. 

“Can’t wait to taste you,” he says in a low voice, the look in his eyes carnal with desire. God, you want him. You want him so bad it hurts, pussy aching to be filled.

Letting the water rinse your body, you offer him the bar of soap. He shakes his head. “You do it.” This is the other side of him. Nanami is usually sweet and gentle with you. Never does he demand you to do anything or boss you around. But when he’s like this, you can’t help but heed his every command. Only you get to see him like this. You scrub the soap on his skin, sliding your hands all over his body. You pull him closer to you, letting the water wash away the bubbles. When you reach down to his still erect cock, he snatches your hand away and growls, “Not yet. I want to fuck you on the bed.” 

Once rinsed off, he gives you a small kiss on the forehead before stepping out, leaving you alone in the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he gives you one last smirk before exiting the bathroom. What is he up to? 

A small groan escapes your mouth, your patience wearing thin. This is the longest foreplay you two have managed to last through. How much longer is he going to keep you waiting? How has he managed to stay this hard for this long without giving in? The anticipation puts you on edge. 

When you’re done, you wrap a robe loosely around yourself, returning to the bedroom to see Nanami sitting up on the bed, naked on top of the covers, watching you. He points to a small, black gift bag propped up at the foot of the bed. “Open it.”

Inside is a black slip dress and a matching lace thong. You swallow hard as you glide the thin material between your fingers, nervous and aroused at what’s about to come. “Put it on. Model it for me.” He leans back on the headboard, palms behind his head, cock stiff against his stomach. There’s a smug expression on his face; you can tell he’s enjoying this. 

You shrug the robe off and wear the dress first. Your nipples poke through the fabric. Nanami bites his lower lip and leans forward to get a better look. “Now put the thong on. Slowly.”

At his direction, you slip on the lingerie slowly. When it’s past your knees, he says, “Turn around and let me see.” With your back towards him, you stick your ass out and lift the hem of the dress to slide the thong between your cheeks. 

You hear him moan quietly. “Perfect. You’re perfect. Come here, sweetheart.”

~~~

She crawls next to him, where they begin kissing, all sloppy and wet. Her hand reaches down to stroke his shaft. He cradles her bottom, fingers feeling for the lacey fabric buried between her ass cheeks.  

“Get on your back,” he orders, hovering above her, marveling at how insanely gorgeous she is. The satin dress accentuates every bodacious curve of her body. He makes a mental note to buy more of these for her in the future.

He slides his hand beneath the dress to rub his fingers on the wet spot of her lacey lingerie. “So wet for me already,” he purrs, slipping past the fabric. “Always so wet for me.”

“Please,” she pleads. He loves it when she begs. Absolutely loves it. It awakens something in him. The usually calm Kento Nanami becomes unhinged whenever he touches her. But when she begs for it, he wants nothing more than to make her feel amazing, to be the reason she squirms in pleasure beneath him.

He slides his middle finger along her folds, gathering as much slick as he can before he starts caressing her puffy clit. She whines under his touch, the sensation too much. She’s been waiting for this all night. Been begging for it. This is her reward for her patience. She grabs the nearest pillow to cover her mouth, but as soon as she does, Nanami pulls it off and tosses it behind him. 

“No,” he demands. “I want everyone to hear how good you’re getting it right now.”

He shimmies down the bed, spreading her thighs apart. With his head between her legs, he leans forward, teasing her clit with a flick of his tongue, holding her panties to the side. She grabs hold of his hair as he presses soft kisses to her clit. Suddenly, he flattens his tongue on her bud and moves it side to side, surrounding every centimeter of that pretty clit with his mouth. Lewd sounds fill the room, from her loud, shameless moaning to the wet noises he makes as he eats her out. He adjusts his position to stroke himself as he continues to devour her.

She’s like honey on his tongue, luscious and decadent. He cherishes every time he gets to do this to her. Usually, she is too shy to let him eat her out. She deprives him of this treat. He’s starved for it. With her like this, spread out like a fucking feast in front of him, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take full advantage of this moment. He latches his lips around her, sucking on it as he lets go of his cock to slide his middle and ring finger into her pussy. He watches her chest fall and rise with shallow breaths with his fingers pumping in and out of her, thumb rubbing circles around her clit. She cries out his name. “Kento!”

“Fuck. You have no idea how good you look right now, swallowing up my fingers like this.” He bucks his hips against the bed, desperate for any type of friction. All he hears from her is a litany of swears and his name. Her moans eventually turn into whimpers. He stops massaging her clit and eats her out again, this time sloppier and more erratic as he continues to work his fingers inside her. The sheets are damp with his saliva and her cum. He’s not sure how many times she orgasms; based on the evidence before him, he guesses it’s at least twice. She’s too busy taking it like a slut to even verbalize when she’s coming. 

When he’s close to his limit, he places one last tender kiss on her clit before releasing her lacey thong; he’s been holding them to the side this entire time. His fingers slip out of her, shiny with her orgasm. The temptation to suck her sweet nectar from his fingers is too good to resist. As he kneels next to her, he leans down to put his face close to hers. Her eyes widen with anticipation, waiting for his next move. With a dark look in his eyes, he licks his glossy fingers, dragging his tongue up and down, savoring it like it’s the most decadent treat. She whines, staring at him, grinding her hips up, desperate to be fucked. He never gets tired of seeing her like this.  

Fully aware of how her slick glistens on his lips and chin, he murmurs, “Taste yourself. I want you know how good you are.”

There’s a dazed expression in her eyes as she obeys, sitting up to kiss him sloppily, tongue lapping into his open mouth then down to his chin. It drives him crazy. Before he comes right then and there, he shoves his hand between her legs and tugs her panties off, admiring how soaked they are, all for him. Because of him. 

Under the pillow is the bottle of lube he hid right after he got out of the shower. He pops off the cap and pours a liberal amount into his palms, coating his shaft. He strokes his cock vigorously, asking, “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Kento. Please. Please. I need you inside me.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He kneels in front of her, aligning the tip of his dick with her slit, entering her slowly, careful not to be too forceful. She’s always so tight, even when she’s dripping wet for him. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, leaning over her to kiss her forehead. 

Halfway in, her body adjusts to his size, allowing him to thrust into her in fluid motions. She wraps her legs around him, babbling. “Kento, fuck. Fuck.”

“So wet for me. You’re perfect around my cock.” Once he’s fully inside her, he kisses her with open lips, tongue licking up her saliva as she moans into his mouth. He pins her wrists above her head, thrusting his hips against her. They make love like this for a while, Nanami relishing the way her body melts around him. He knows what she wants, but he takes his time teasing her like this until she groans out, “Fuck me harder. Please.”

As if on cue, he pulls out of her and taps his fingers at her hips. At his command, she flips over onto her stomach and gets on all fours, pushing her ass out. The hem of her satin dress rides up over the curve of her hips. The sight in front of him is immaculate. He wants this ingrained in his memory forever. “Think you can take it, sweetheart? I’m not gonna go easy on you.”

“Yes, baby. Fuck me hard. Please. I can take it.”

“Good girl,” he coos, placing a soft kiss on her back. Whatever she wants, he’ll give it to her, especially when she begs like this. He puts both of his hands on each of her ass cheeks and spreads them apart, watching his glistening cock slowly slide into her pussy. 

“God, I wish you could see what I see right now. It’s exquisite. You look fucking incredible like this. My sweet girl.” Once he’s all the way in, he grabs hold of her hips and fucks her. Hard. Exactly how she likes it. 

“Fuck, feels so fucking good!” she cries out. Her knuckles are tight as she clenches the sheets. He spanks her as he fucks her, causing her to groan into the pillow with her back arched. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her ass with each rapid thrust is filthy. 

“I needed this, baby. It’s been such a long week,” he grunts. “God, you take it so well. Such a slut for me, huh? Say it.”

“I’m a slut for you, Kento. Feels amazing when you fuck me like this.” 

Grip still firm on her hips, he continues to drive his cock into her, reveling in the way she swallows him up. She turns her head to the side, that dazed look on her face. Her lips are parted as she continues to moan incoherently, drool leaking down the sides of her wet mouth. When she makes eye contact with him, her lips curl into a small smile. “Right there, Kento. Make me come.”

Growling, he hits her sweet spot until she comes all over his cock. She tightens around him. his dick creamy with more of her cum with each thrust. It’s obscene; he can’t hold it in anymore. 

“Ride me,” he demands, pulling out abruptly. He rolls onto his back, watching her climb on top of him. She guides his dick inside her, exhaling deeply as she sinks lower onto his shaft. It goes in easily, her pussy sleek from her multiple orgasms, his own precum, and the lube from earlier. When he bottoms out, she leans over him, kissing him passionately as she thrusts her ass back and forth onto his cock. 

“Just like that. Fuck,” he moans. This is his absolute favorite position. He loves it when she rides him like this. Always so eager and greedy for his cum whenever she’s on top. It makes him feel like a fucking god. He cranes his neck to the side, tugging on the hem of her dress to watch her bounce on his lap. “I fucking love this. You know how much I love this, you fucking nasty slut.” 

“I’m such a nasty slut for you, baby. Only for you. Fuck,” she moans into his ear, riding him faster. 

He’s close. How he’s managed to last this long without coming, he’ll never know. Maybe his stamina has improved after all the sex they’ve been having recently. Or maybe it’s the thought of coming in her like this that kept him under control. Whatever it is, he decides he’s been patient long enough. 

“Let me take over,” he whispers to her.

Her body relaxes. Now, he’s in control. He plants his feet onto the bed and thrusts into her at a rapid pace, holding onto her waist to move her in perfect rhythm with his hips. 

“Come inside me, Kento. Fill me up,” she mewls into his ear.

At her words, he releases inside her, shutting his eyes tight as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. When he’s finished, he pulls out and she collapses beside him. The dress is defiled with the aftermath of their lovemaking, just as he fantasized about. 

~~~

You put your arm over his chest and lay your head against his shoulder. “Wow,” is all you can muster, voice shaky. Nanami just rocked your fucking world, and you can’t find better words to describe it. 

He chuckles, his eyes still closed. “Yeah. Wow.” He takes your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. “I’m sorry for calling you a slut.”

You giggle. He always does this. “You don’t have to keep apologizing for that! You know I like it.”

“I usually don’t use degrading language like that. I just want to make sure it’s still okay with you.” You can’t contain your smile. He’s too cute for his own good. 

“By the way, how long have you been planning this?” you ask.

He finally opens his eyes and faces you. “All week. Saw the dress on display at a mall in Osaka. I knew it would look magnificent on you. It’s even better than what I imagined.”

“You sneaky devil!”

“I’m only this way because of you. You really unleash the devil in me.” He grins, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I guess I’m the lucky angel then, huh?”

“You are,” he says, peppering kisses on your face. “My sweet angel. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

After a few more minutes of post-coital cuddling, the two of you wash up again and get ready for a well-deserved sleep. You snuggle each other in pure bliss, looking forward to more vacations with the man you love. 

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[obsidian-lantern]

Hey, so do you have more drawings of those 4 characters you posted from Siren's universe? And maybe a bit about them. Like, I see stuff about all your other characters, but I have never seen anything of those 4. Pretty please?

Yes I do, quit a lot actually. First one is a young man named Ebenezer Elwood, (17-20 years of age) Lived most of his life in the City of Aakhan. He grew up with his family who are Leonights. He was recently blessed by the Divine himself (LEO) becoming a muse. He later met with a mage named Nadira. Eben, amazed by her knowledge, asks if she could teach him to become a stronger mage. Nadira is hesitant at first but decides to take him under her wing and teach him.

Next is Nadira Rayza Age: In her mid 50s (Using blood magic to stay in her prime) An X-White Mage with a dangerous curiosity for forbidden magics. Hiding in the deserts she studies and creates blood runes in an attempts to gain grate power. Later adopting a young mage to study under her wing.

Then we have Hakon (Age early to mid 30s), A Munite on the search for an answer to brake a terrible curs pleased on him by his own people. A practicing doctor branded a witch after being blamed for starting a pelage that killed many in his town. Now dabbling in the dark arts for answers.

And lastly we have Celio A young avian boy (about 7 years old) who was abandoned by his mother in the middle of the deserts. He was found by the Divine BEK who granted him muse hood, now welding the ability to manifest light into physical objects. He is then later rescued from a Halfblood auction by Nadira and is currently under her care.

I have more drawings of them but this is what I can fit in a post TuT

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Hey emo boy 🖤

So yes can we all agree he went through a phase

@killershushikk I did it enjoy your meal

[magicalgirlsandcerulean]

The Love Macho X acount has started a Boueibu quiz: Q) To win the Binan contest, what did Io flaunt? Respond here (options from top to bottom: gold [bullion/ingot/bar], gems, bankbook, stack of money [bills]).

Other quiz questions which have closed at the time of this post going live are: Q) What is Yufuin's signature phrase before Love Attack? (fill in the blank) "Flash, Purifying _____!" (options from top to bottom: Lumiere, Aqua, Hurricane, Ignit), Q) Which is Zaou's signature line which comes after Yufuin's "You, who befoul our beloved Earth!"? (options from top to bottom: "No justice can come from loveless power!", "Love is all!", "Live for love! Die for love!"), Q) The protagonist Yumoto Hakone lives at the bathhouse Kurotamayu. How many curtains are found in the Kurotamayu's entrance? (options from top to bottom: 3, 4, 5, 6)

The Yurinan collab is finishing soon. Check out the merch, butter sandwiches and juice while you still can.

More YouTube shorts: "Am I the Only One who Found Yumoto Cute Just Now?", "Good Day to You!!" and "Do Your Best in the Place where You Belong", all from ep. 10, plus "It Looks Like the Gravure Was Popular" from ep. 9.

More details are now available about Boueibu's collab with Sunshine City. Yamazo laughs you can see the monsters on the walls.

[deadfileinthecabinet]

Just wrestling. Nothing to see here.

[beaztbazzboss]

DISCLAIMER!!: PLEASE DO NOT HARASS, SENDING DEATH THREATS, BULLY, AND ATTACK THE PERSON THAT I CALLED OUT. IT'S BETTER FOR YOU TO ALWAYS STAY MATURE FOR WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THIS FANDOM

Hello everyone, well, I can't believe I must make a callout thread about this. I actually don't want to make it because I don't wanna cause any dramas, but I must made this to make everyone in this fandom aware and do the right action for what's happening in this fandom.

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CHRONOLOGY:

So at yesterday, when I opened and scrolled tumblr, I found a post from @marshalllir talking about a DL fan who commented negatively about one of @hostik 's post. And I immediately recognized that person. It's one of my follower that I follow

The post:

Well, Let's talk about this

CLARIFY:

About her commented negatively in some Haiden posts, this is not the first time I see her commented like that, I remembered when she's commented on one of @deadfileinthecabinet 's post(as I remember) about Haiden aswell. I ever told her to stop commenting like that and let people enjoy what they like and if she doesn't like it/hate it, just do not interact with them, especially put a negative comment. As time goes by, I thought she was already changed but after I see this post, I feel so dissapointed. All time I've been putting my faith to her expecting her to change turns out like that? Well, because of this, I think it's my time to expose her NOT so good side.

THE NOT SO GOOD SIDE(TW!: MENTIONS ABOUT P*DOPHILIA/GROOMING):

So, as the name suggests, She's definetly a Frank Marwey big fan. She loves to make and post about Frank, even make her own Monster!Frank AU that I was interested to. Did you know that she has 2 Twitter/X account? One of her account is a NSFW account.

Now, before we talk about the NSFW part, let me say this. She ships Frank x Lawan and Frank x Aiden(I think now she ships her DL oc with Frank now, But I personally know that she still ship these ships)

Problem? Yes, Frank x Lawan has a BIG problem in it. In DL2 canon lore, Lawan met Frank when she was young and views him as her dad figure. Shiping her with Frank is sounds problematic and might be considered as p*dophilia. Their age gap are TOO BIG even they're both are adults plus, Frank is Lawan's father figure and Frank is old enough to be her dad.

How about Frank x Aiden problem? Same, their age gap is TOO BIG to be considered as a couple

But Aiden x Hakon- Their age gap is tolerable, plus their relationship isn't Father and Son alike duo so it's safe.

Ok back to her shipping problem and the ACTUAL problem that I wanted to talk about, not just the problem of her shipping taste, but also she ever made a NSFW art of them. Do I have a problem? Yes, she ever post a NSFW of Frank x Lawan.

Unfortunately, the posts about that I mentioned are deleted. Maybe because there's someone who called her out before I did back then. Yet she still ships them.

"But, it's my AU! It never be canon" I know it's an AU but that doesn't mean you can cover up your problematic stuff that you did easily. Do we can easily believe you after saying that? No right? We are not fools.

MESSAGES TO HER:

I'm sorry if I did bring back your past mistakes to you, but this is the warning that I could do to you even I did the wrong thing. Something has kicking me out to expose your past actions to public again. I'm truly very sorry about it.

But, that doesn't mean I can easily forgiving you. Since this is a warning post to you, All I want to tell is that YOU MUST make an apology post. DO NOT PUT THE BLAME/PLAYING VICTIM TO ANYONE OR ME A.K.A. YOU MUST BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL YOUR ACTIONS EVEN THOSE ARE JUST THE PAST

I'm glad that you finally realized your mistake about you posting NSFW arts of your ship yet you still ship them. I need you to stop what you're doing. If you want to ship Frank with someone, make an OC x Canon ship by yourself, is that hard to do for you? Atleast, it's better than you still shipping the problematic ships and post it online.

Mark my words, if you dislike something, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THE THING THAT YOU DISLIKE EVEN YOU JUST PUT NEGATIVE COMMENTS OF IT AND LET PEOPLE DOING WHAT THEY LIKE. The Algorithm will thought you like it and keep giving you more post about something that you don't like

CONCLUSION:

In this case, yes, she's indeed problematic. Yet we must give her a chance to change herself into a better person. I believe that soon she realizes her mistakes and trying her best to change into a better person. We must stay mature of what's happening in this fandom problem.

If you're reading this, I give you a second chance to be a better person. Do it, I'm still have a faith into you so you can be a good person that everyone knows.

I don't blame and mad at you. I'm just giving you and people in the fandom a warning.

May God forgives our sins

CLOSING:

Thank you so much for reading this. And also to those people that I tagged, I'm sorry for the random sudden tag.

I'll see ya soon, have a great day/night

Edit: If I got any mistakes, please you can correct me. Thank you :3