#it wouldn't be... pleasant. to put it very very very VERY lightly.

[avid-adoxography]

I need to remember a very specific, haunting scent to describe how my wife smells like and I knoooow it's buried somewhere deep inside my brain, in a place of forsaken memories which I don't (want to) have access to.

Unless I walk into a church. But, well,, uhhhh.... *comically loud gulp*

[fangswbenefits]

The Arrangement (15) - Acquaintances

Summary: Astarion meets a friend of old and quickly realises it might have just cost him something very dear to him.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past trauma and abuse. Mentions of abuse.

Note: This post on reddit shed some light on Cazador, so I definitely giving it a read!

Word count: 3.3k

Series masterlist . Ao3

In times past, Astarion would have found momentary solace in the person standing right before him. After all, silence and whatever could be called normalcy were hard to come by in Cazador's palace.

The servants had been the very embodiment of the life he had long lost. In fact, they had been the only life that roamed the vast halls. All had accepted  being there willingly and under the foolish illusion that Cazador would one day grant them the gift of immortality. 

If you could actually call it a gift…

And even though they were loyal to the vampire lord to a fault, they were, for the most part, quite amicable to his spawn as well. Some would even tend to the vast and deep wounds inflicted by Cazador after he had spent his wrath.

Astarion had been quite fortunate to be on the receiving end of their mercy on numerous occasions, when his field of vision was nothing but a pool of blood – a sore reminder that crossing Cazador Szarr was not to be taken lightly.

Eyla?

He did remember her name and her kindness and gentle touch amidst his wails of pain.

“Surprised to see me?”

The slim figure took a few sure steps in his direction as he cradled your limp form in his arms, still overrun with shock.

Astarion tried to talk, but no words left his mouth.

“I suppose your silence is a novelty,” she said, coming to a halt as she pushed the hood down, revealing her pleasant face. “After all, you were always the loud and troublesome one.”

For better or for worse, navigating through undeath and the unpredictability of his circumstances ever since he was snatched from Baldur's gate, had taught him a thing or two about being prepared and always on guard.

The dagger tightly strapped to his thigh was proof of it. He would only need to move his hand slightly under you to reach the hilt.

“What have you done to her?”

The woman's lips were pressed into a fine line for a long while, as if examining his question.

His patience was running thin, and he tried hard to keep her engaged enough so he could find a way to incapacitate her.

“Do not fret – she will be fine,” she said with a sigh, drawing even closer. “Not that it wouldn't give me great pleasure to put an end to the so-called hero of Baldur's Gate and her role in what you did to the master.”

Ah.

He should have known that this had something to do with Cazador. It seemed that he was destined to have him haunt him even in true death.

The sudden realisation hit him so hard he held you even closer to his body, shifting along the bench as if that would create a safe distance from Eyla.

Surprised was soon drowned out by the ever-growing anger that took root within him. He was known for his temper and outbursts, and clearly not the most sensible man when cornered.

But this was something else entirely.

Astarion had over two hundred years of having the worst atrocities being inflicted upon his body and mind. As far as he was concerned, he had managed to find useful ways to deal with imminent threats to him.

But he wasn't so lenient when it came to you.

You were off limits to anyone.

And he wasn't going to allow any harm to befall you.

“You'd be wise to undo this right now, or this conversation will be rather short.”

She had the nerve to snicker, eyes flickering under the moonlight. “Freedom has made you even more insufferable and entitled. Godey ought to have been harsher to you back then. I reckon one hundred more lashings would have made a difference each time you crossed the master.”

Rage swirled throughout his body like poisonous fumes, and he found it hard to stay put through the taunting.

But she was a fool to think she could best him in his natural element. After all, he had a tongue sharp enough to rival the blade of his dagger.

“Well, darling,” he started, slipping nearly effortlessly into his usual demeanour, “Godey is now nothing but a pile of dust, so unless you intend on joining him for a tea party in the afterlife, I'd make sure to tread lightly.”

And like clockwork, the first cracks began to show.

Her face dropped ever so slightly and he figured he had one - maybe two if the gods above even cared to bestow him any grace - sneer remark left before she lashed out at him.

“You insolent and ungrateful brat,” Eyla spat out through gritted teeth, both fists clenched at her sides, allowing him to infer 

Well, he had clearly exhausted her patience already, hadn't he?

No bother.

His right hand now gripped the handle of the dagger firmly, as he readied himself for an imminent physical confrontation.

But something made him freeze almost instantly, and his gaze dropped briefly to your face.

Maybe, just maybe, it was merely his mind playing tricks on him and feeding off his desperation, but he could swear he felt you shift slightly against him.

And then he saw your face tense.

A sudden wave of relief washed down on him, his free hand giving you a reassuring squeeze.

Good girl.

It was in moments like this that he vaguely wished – much to his utter disgust – that the wriggling worm was still a . He would have made good use of them right now.

More than relief, he felt pride.

He had yet to meet someone quite as resilient as you. Whatever incantation had been cast on you surely wasn't enough to contain the tempest within you.

You had been shaped by the elements and woven into a sorcerer whose magic wasn't so easily put out. He had been foolish to think a mere vampire lord servant could ever be a match against your mind.

“Isn't it enough that you turned on your master and betrayed him?”

Oh, what a bloody nuisance. He had no patience to entertain speeches of heartbroken servants whose wet dream had been crushed.

However…

You shifted again, but no sound came from your parting lips.

Astarion knew then he had to play the waiting game. There was no denying you were slowly but surely coming to your senses, but he couldn't draw attention to it.

More than friends, you two had grown to become teammates, taking in on each other's queues to know when to make the right move.

He knew you needed time, and time he would give you.

Meeting her eyes with defiance, he took on the challenge. “What Cazador sold you was naught but a fantasy.”

Your hand shifted next.

Mentioning his name so blatantly made her visibly shudder. “How dare you? You utter his name with no regard that he saved you from certain death.”

He leaned back with a roll of his eyes, further reeling her into his trap. “Oh, please. And what would he save you from, exactly? Idiocy? I am afraid it would take more than a vampire bite to fix such ailment, dear Eyla. Eternal life can only do so much.”

Warmth began spreading under his palm, letting him know that you were returning to him.

Still, you needed more time.

“Your words might work on the weak, but not on me.”

“And yet… you managed to serve a vampire lord who had no intention to ever deliver his promises.”

Eyla was young and naive, so he couldn't truly fault her for being so passionate and loyal. Cazador's grasp reached far and viciously. Astarion had once fallen for his 

“That does not make me weak.”

A crooked grin curled his lips. “Just an idiot, then.”

He tugged on his dagger slowly, allowing his fingers to glide down across the blade, knowing that, sooner or later, he would have to make use of it.

Eyla scoffed, crossing her arms, apparently unaware that you were no longer unconscious.

Come on… you're almost there, darling, he urged sweetly in his head as if his words could ever reach you.

“The others warned me that you had become rather insufferable.”

Others?

“Oh, how very interesting,” he said, trying his best to ignore your hand clawing at his shirt. “Ava?”

Were they… friends? In on this together?

Her brows furrowed. “The monster hunter whore you befriended? Don't insult me.”

Clearly not.

Well… 

“Does this rendezvous even have a purpose?” Astarion said with a forced yawn. “Are we to swap snarky remarks until one of us perishes? I had more engaging plans for this evening.”

The serenity in her face had given her away. 

She wasn't alone and he was a master of shadows.

Even in the poorly lit area, he could see silhouettes drawing near right behind her. That was certainly yet another nuisance he would have to deal with.

“Astarion…”

Your voice snapped him out of his bloodbath scheming right away.

For a brief moment, he let his guard down by meeting your hazy eyes.

“There you are.”

His voice was almost shaky from relief, but it would come at a cost.

It had been an unfortunate distraction.

He wasn't sure how he managed to tap so quickly into his reflexes, but he soon felt the warm and familiar splatter of blood hit his face, making him wince from bloodlust.

In the midst of chaos and footsteps and hisses surrounding him, he was able to spot the man he had hurled his dagger at, slicing clean through the pulsing artery in his neck. The obscene gush of blood that ensued as he hit the ground was enough to drive any vampire mad.

And he was not immune to it.

He hadn't fed in days and he could use this to his advantage. In fact, he reckoned it would be the only way out.

Droplets streamed down his face, hitting his lips, and he wasn't strong enough to deny himself of an added burst of power. As such, his tongue darted out and a rumbling groan tore through him as the liquid progressively took over his senses. One by one.

Blood was blood.

He would have preferred yours, but he was far too hungry to be picky.

He had pushed you right behind him as he leapt from the bench, determined to take on anyone who dared to come close.

By the time he had managed to retrieve his dagger, Eyla had a smile dancing on her lips. One that had his eyes wide.

Astarion was fast and agile, but he was also severely outnumbered.

Two other men had rushed to his side, and he flinched as something began poking at his lower abdomen, as they looped strong arms around his own, immobilising him in place.

Wooden stakes.

“Astarion…”

Your voice was still void of the life it usually held. It was evident that you were still weak and in no condition to fight.

And, in truth, he wasn't even sure he wanted you to.

“Drop the dagger.”

It wasn't a request.

It was a command and he wasn't sure how to dodge this one. He usually carried knives and other daggers on him just to be on the safe side, but he didn't think he would need those tonight.

Fucking idiot…

No amount of self-deprecation would get him out of this one.

They wanted to kill him for what he had done to Cazador. They wanted revenge and he wasn't sure how his wits and snarky replies would talk him out of this one.

He groaned as one man drove the stake harsher against him, from under his shirt. Still, the pressure wasn't enough to break skin. Not yet, at least.

As a reflex, he immediately let go of the dagger, hearing it land with a muffled thump on the grass.

Eyla's spirit had been renewed and she took measured steps towards him. 

He heard grunts from his side as you struggled to sit down on the bench, flickering snaps of lightning emerging from your hands.

That almost made him smile.

You were a fighter through and through, and he wouldn't mind parting this world in these terms. Knowing you had been enough to ease the pain of centuries of hurt. He had been given a second chance at life when he met you and not when he was made immortal. 

He had never felt more alive than in the moments he had spent with you and he would wish to have more, but he couldn't wish for that at your expense. After all, you had your whole life ahead of you. 

He had had his fill. 

He was ready to meet whatever fate awaited him, as long as you were kept safe.

“You're coming with us.”

His brows furrowed, caught by surprise.

“Do not harm her.”

Eyla was so close he could feel her hot breath on his skin, fanning the blood on his face that had begun to dry into sticky patches.

“We are not harming anyone,” she said viciously. “But we've had enough of you running around unscathed after what you've done.”

He wished he could tear his eyes from you, but it was like a force field. Your arms trembled as you tried your best to rein in the elements inside you. Lighting and fire swirled erratically from your hands. 

Yours was wild magic.

Hard to harness and bend to your will.

Even harder when thrown off balance unexpectedly.

“Look at me, Astarion.”

The two men pressed the stakes harder and he had no choice but to comply, meeting her eyes again.

“Did you really think we were going to allow you to have your happily ever after? That you could off into the sunset with her once you found a way to not burn to ashes?”

She was mocking him… goading him, knowing he was rendered immobile.

“Have you been the ones sabotaging this all along?”

A surge of outrage nearly burst from deep within as her silence answered his question. 

“Surprised?”

That would be an understatement. He couldn't even begin to describe the turmoil that gripped him from the inside out.

“Why…” His voice faltered momentarily, “why not just kill me right when you had the chance?”

At this, Eyla laughed. “Is there a bigger punishment than the illusion of freedom? Killing you would have been the kinder way out for you,” she went on, each word dripping with poison. “No. No, Astarion. You were a fool to hope. You were a fool to hope your misery was over.”

A part of him was still in shock at the revelation, and he had no smart jabs that could possibly help him right now.

But the truth was that, the rest of him, had begun to accept that. He had been a fool indeed to think he could have had any other ending than this.

That he could have had a semblance of happiness with you.

“But I think that we are tired of playing this game. Maybe it's finally time to kill you.”

Just like a punch to his gut, he was quickly overtaken with dread as he heard a faint whimper from you.. “If you're going to kill me, don't do it in front of her.”

“You are in no position to make demands.”

“Please.”

He was running out of time. 

He thought he had bought enough for you to recover, but you couldn't even bring yourself to sit upright, let alone save him from whatever awaited him.

Most importantly, he was running out of ways to ensure you weren't scarred for life for witnessing him being destroyed.

“Oh, you're going to beg? The way you used to beg Cazador to stop carving the scars you carry on you, hmm?” Eyla said, visibly satisfied with the effect her words had on him. “Get on your knees and beg, then.”

“No… fuck…” you said in between groans. 

He'd rather you had lost consciousness once again, for each word from you was as a dagger that was carved into him.

“Astarion. Do not kneel…”

The two men holding him tight chuckled darkly as his knees began to cave in, but before he could go through with it, Eyla raised one hand, halting him.

“What if we kill her instead?” she chirped, making her way to you. “I think we should. Astarion would have an eternity to suffer for having killed the only person he has ever truly loved.”

Blinded by anguish, Astarion lurched forward, feeling both men struggling to keep him in place. He felt the sharp tips of the wooden stakes break skin just enough to draw blood, but he powered through the fear that loomed over him.

“I will fucking kill you if you touch her!”

With a click of her tongue, Eyla sat next to you, one hand caressing your head as you spilled curses at her, still drained from whatever magic had been cast on you.

“You'd be staked before you could even reach me, silly boy,” she said, revealing a knife from under her sleeve. “Now that I think about it, killing her seems the most reasonable choice here.”

You tried to flinch away from her grasp, and Astarion felt himself go mad from the sight in front of him.

He was about to scream when they muffled him with a piece of cloth, robbing him of his voice.

Reflexively, he tried to break free once more, but he was far too weak to put up a fight.

He knew it was futile, but he had abandoned all reason. Even though he had savoured blood, he was still too weak to break through the hold they had on him. Each pull from him and each attempt to break free were quickly met with an immovable force.

When his eyes met yours, he saw you mouth something.

And it broke him.

He didn't need to hear it.

He knew what you were attempting to say.

Thank you.

He doubted any torture Cazador had ever inflected on him could ever match the pain he was currently experiencing.

Eyla suddenly grabbed a vial from her robes, spilling the clear liquid along the sharp blade.

“Isn't it poetic justice that you are a master of poisons, and she gets to die at your hand?”

He recognised the vial as his.

It was his poison.

He couldn't tell which one, but it hardly mattered. Each poison he concocted was terrible through and through. They were designed to hurt and, ultimately, kill.

Soon, you began to sob, swirls of fire engulfing your hands as frustration gripped you. You were unable to get your magic under control and you were going to die.

For him.

Because of him.

Eyla threw him a final glance, positioning the top of the knife right across your neck. You stilled immediately, knowing any sudden movement could have the blade slice right through.

He tried to speak again, but all his words came out unintelligible. 

“If you scream, they'll stake you.”

Eagerly, he nodded, and they swiftly removed the cloth from in between his teeth.

“Please. Don't!” Astarion said in sheer despair. “I will do whatever you want!”

She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment. “You have nothing to offer us.”

He had to try.

He had to try to buy himself more time in the hopes that someone had heard him and might 

“You want eternal life, don't you?”

Silence. Dreadful and agonising silence.

“I can find a way to help you. There are other true vampires out there.”

Eyla tapped the side of her blade to your skin as she pondered his words. She then exchanged looks with both men.

“Should we take his offer?”

Had he made it? Had he managed to bluff his way out of this one? To possibly get you somewhere safe?

Hope.

Eyla lifted the poisonous blade and Astarion felt a crushing weight being lifted from him.

She locked eyes with him for what seemed like a lifetime.

Please. Please. Please. 

Eyla clicked her tongue with a pout. “I don't think so.”

And he watched in horror as she moved her hand to swiftly bury the knife into your abdomen.

“NO!”

Astarion felt his body go limp as his field of vision got flooded with a golden and warm beam that tore through the night sky akin to how the sun breaks the dawn. 

Next chapter: When All Things End

[faevi]

GUNSHOT OF LOVE. - (gojo smut)

Scenario: You trust Gojo Satoru so much, even if he has a gun to your head. You'd do anything he says, with or without the gun. That's true love & loyalty.

Word Count: 10,167.

Content / Trigger Warning: PLEASE READ ALL OF THEM. female reader (she/her), DARK CONTENT, GUN-PLAY(!!); sucking on it, weapon touching intimate areas, pulling the trigger (no actual bullets), etc. threats; including death threats(!!), degradation, humiliation, pet-names, praise, spanking, tit slapping, dacryphilia/crying, sex over a desk (being bent over it), fear play, power play, blowjob, throat-fucking, spit, cum, blindfolded, bdsm, dominance submission, obeying orders, hair pulling, bruising, being marked up, lingerie, everything is very much consensual and planned, mean satoru, big dick satoru, unprotected sex, creampie, penetration, daddy kink, wth do i warn, lots of aftercare and love afterwards <33

I think that’s everything? Please kindly (heavy emphasis on the kindly) let me know if I missed anything!! It’s not my intention to.

Note: Firstly, EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL!!!!!!!!! It’s implied that the whole gun-play was discussed before, ok. Different kinks exist and it’s clearly a BDSM based scene. Not vanilla at all. Also idk about others but I have fun reading kinks (obviously not every single one, i do have limits like others) that I wouldn't ever do myself, so. It's fiction and reading be fun. Not my best writing (again). Always room for improvement. Please ignore any mistakes because I didn’t edit it afterwards dkfjgfd. Please don’t come at me if this isn’t for you - I have plenty of warnings and it’s dark content so :’), it’s to be expected. Satoru is a bit of a meanie during it but I swear he’s super sweet after <333 Please let me know if you enjoyed it ; - ;. I will try to do better for the next piece.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

You’re kneeling in his office, shivering and blindfolded. He’s forgotten about the window. The gentle breeze coming through the slightly ajar window, embracing you and you found yourself wishing for his warmth to smother you instead. Now isn’t the time. Especially with his red satin tie around your head, blinding you. You could barely glance down to see your body. He’s currently out of his home office to deal with something. Only giving you one order to obey. Kneel and stay put. He’ll know if you move.

It’s impossible to disobey Gojo Satoru.

Especially since you’re the one chasing him, craving not only his attention but his touch. You’re only wearing lingerie; laced and black. It was to surprise him when he was sitting in his office, typing away and boy did it surprise him. Your lips still feel a pleasant tingle from the searing kiss he gave you before his phone rang. You sigh softly, impatience rising and your knees start to ache from having to kneel directly against the wooden floor. Hands rest behind your back, fingers laced together and squeezing so tightly to try and contain your excitement. Satoru will return soon. So, you wait.

You straighten your back when you hear the small creak of the office door opening, sock-covered feet padding lightly against the floor until you sense someone towering above you from behind. The white-haired male gazes down at you, eyes clouded with a mixture of lust and admiration he holds for you. You didn’t move, it seems. Heart swelling up with pride, Satoru’s long fingers stroke along your hair on the top of your head. Nice and calm. Soothing.

“You listen to me so well, Y/N.” Satoru praises, nails scraping along your scalp until a soft whine leaves your lips. “Though, I do remember saying to not distract me today. You couldn’t resist it.” He sighs, crouching down behind you. Even when he’s at almost the same level as you, it always feels like he’s towering above you. Blindfold or not, you’re not blind to that. “You’re lucky that I adore you so much.” He whispers, long fingers trailing along your bare arm, grinning to himself when he witnesses you squirm from his touch.

“Daddy—“ You breathe out, tongue lolling out as you struggle with containing yourself. Your thirst for the taller male continues to grow, and your sense of touch is only heightened when your sense of sight is temporarily forbidden. With both hands now, his fingers continue to soothingly stroke along your bare arms from behind you. It’s featherlight and you couldn’t help but wonder what Satoru will surprise you with.

“It’s a good thing that I have work wrapped around my finger, they won’t question why I ended early today. Although, it’s you who is utterly tangled when it comes to me. Isn’t that right, baby girl? You’ll do anything I say. No matter how scary or dangerous it is.” He whispers low against your ear, warm breath fanning against it. His large hands now cup your breasts from behind, fondling with the soft mounds and not bothered by the fabric. You feel flustered because he’s right. You’d do absolutely anything for this gorgeous human being. Maybe it’s because you know if you did use your safe word and he’d stop instantly; that you’d do anything. There’s no one else you trust more with your well-being or life as a whole.

“Isn’t that right?” Satoru repeats himself, just seeking reassurance before he continues. His fingers pinch your sensitive buds through the thin fabric and you whimper, thighs clenching together. “Yes, Daddy. I’d really do anything—.” You confess through your needy whimpers, eyes clenching tight beneath the satin fabric of his tie. You wish you could see the way his hands expertly grope your breasts because you swear, you could come from this alone if he continues. You’re in the palm of his hand, eager to take it all. You’re completely loyal to him and it just arouses Satoru. Especially your sweet obedience.

“Mm. Good girl.” Satoru says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he stands up behind you once more. The white-haired male isn’t afraid of showing you affection any time of the day, but especially during moments like this. Simply, to ease your mind that he still loves and cares for you. No matter what he’s going to put you through. Rough. Humiliating. Pain. Dangerous. It’s all just thrilling to you both and truth be told, Satoru is the best of both worlds to you. You get everything. The rough or the gentle. Whatever the day calls for. Maybe it’s his loving warmth that seeps through, that makes you call him Daddy rather than something formal, like ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’. It’s fitting for the white-haired male and Satoru loves it when you call him it. It didn’t matter what he was going to do, he’ll always be your Daddy.

He’s not behind you. You can somewhat sense him in the direction of the desk in his office when you hear sounds in that direction. You pout, impatience starting to seep through. You hear a drawer open and close. Is he just going to make you kneel here? Suddenly, you yelp in pain, hands instinctively coming up towards the source of pain. Satoru bunched up your hair before surprising you with a forceful yank, forcing you to lift your knees until he lets go and your knees meet a— cushion? Your heart flutters despite the pain tingling in your scalp. He cares. “Hands in your lap.” Satoru orders and you quickly oblige, fingers lacing together in your lap.

Satoru is crouching in front of you now, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your pouting lips. They’re impossible to resist. Something cold and hard brushes along your bare thigh and he watches your eyebrows furrow with confusion of what it could be. His eyes light up with something sinister and exciting. “You look so pretty for Daddy. So impossible to resist. I should just have you kneeling here and actually do work. You’d be like my own personal art for the day. Hold any pose I put you through, no matter how uncomfortable it is.” Satoru coos softly and you whine, still feeling whatever it is stroking your thigh, even prodding against your covered womanhood, panties already drenched with your juices. “Maybe I’ll take you to work and force you to do that. You might feel humiliated with so many eyes on you but I’d be so proud to show off what’s mine.” He says, voice laced with his usual amusement. You huff a little, embarrassed yet aroused at the idea. You really would do anything for him.

“Part your legs and stay still.” He orders with a sweet kiss to your temple. Head cocking slightly in confusion, you willingly spread your legs far enough but still able to keep your knees against the comfortable pillow. The mysterious object in his hand brushes along your inner thigh before pressing against your womanhood and you gasp sharply, feeling the cold… metal, even through the thin fabric. Whatever it is, feels good against your needy pussy. Especially when Satoru presses more firmly until your slick-covered folds manage to spread despite the panties and the object presses against your sensitive clit. “A-Ah..” You gasp out softly from feeling a surge of pleasure wash over you as the foreign object rubs your clit slowly in a circular motion. You feel your clit throb beneath the touch, whining as pleasure continues to spread through you, leaving you to crave more of it. You’ve always been sensitive so it’s a difficult task to keep your legs apart.

Satoru loves to watch you struggle before him. He continues to rub the edge of the object against your throbbing clit, eyes fixated on your quivering thighs and how the panties weren’t enough to stop your juices from seeping out further and with the use of the metal object, Satoru smears the juices across your inner thighs. You clench your fists tightly, your mind racing with thoughts you’re barely able to process. You would have been ultra-sensitive to his warm touch alone, but the object just sparks your sensitivity further, only wishing you could know what it is. Some sex toy?

Your brows stay furrowed and Satoru laughs, delighted by your needy reactions. “Bet my pretty whore just wants to know what it is, hm? Patience. I’ve barely touched you.” He sighs out heavily and you feel somewhat embarrassed to be so reactive, face feeling hot. “Daddy, I just miss seeing your face..” You whisper breathlessly, nose crinkling as a pathetic attempt to try and move the tie around your eyes. A failure. He tied it pretty firmly. “Cuuuuute.” He coos softly, tapping the edge of the object against your bare thigh.

Satoru’s free hand cups his own cheek as his head tilts, elbow against his knee, watching you with amusement. It’s funny watching your body jerk with each slow tap, head turning towards the touch. “W-What is it?” You stutter out, unable to hide your curiosity as it grows. Satoru ignores the question for the moment, leaning back and his eyes refuse to leave you. “You’ll know soon. Take your panties off.” He orders breathlessly, his own heart pumping with excitement because fuck, he loves seeing your needy cunt before his eyes. Even if you’re pretty in lingerie.

Your fingers hook beneath the lace of your panties, hastily shifting yourself so you can tug them down the length of your legs and just as you are about to toss them, you feel his grip on them. Quickly, you let go. Without even needing him to speak an order, you move back to your original position. Kneeling on the pillows with willing legs staying apart and hands draped by your side. “Such a good girl, baby.” Satoru praises, though already sounding so distracted when his crystal blue eyes focus on your pussy.

Dripping and looking so inviting, Satoru brings your panties up to his nose and inhales sharply, groaning at the heavenly smell of your sex. His cock strains against his briefs, desperate to be relieved and touched. Your pussy clenches around nothing upon hearing his delicious groans, lips staying parted and you couldn’t stop yourself from whining. You just want to see him. “You smell so fucking good, baby. Panties drenched from being so needy, huh?” Satoru says, words muffled by the damp fabric still pressed against his lower face. He grins to himself from seeing you shyly tilt your head down and stuff the panties into the back pocket of his black slacks.

His long legs bend once more to crouch in front of you, one hand still gripping the object tightly in his hand before the other comes around to swiftly unclasp your bra. Even blind, you’d never get used to how hot the action is from the taller male. He’s taken your clothes off more times than you can count. The pads of his fingers ghost along your arm as he peels down the strap until the bra is finally off and tossed to the side. Your heart is racing, wondering what he’d do next to you, finding it even more thrilling with your ability to guess becomes non-existent when you can’t see his movements.

The tip of a mysterious object presses against the side of your breast and Satoru enjoys the sight of your squishiness. You’re still trying to figure out what it is by focusing… The end is somewhat circular and ah— You feel it start to drag between your breasts, trailing down your naked stomach and back to your dripping womanhood. Satoru could practically see the goosebumps appear, trailing after the contact the object makes and he smirks.

You start to pant softly, nails digging into your own legs. “Since when did you love to take your time so much, Daddy..” You whine, lips naturally pouting. This a silly remark on your behalf as you both know that he is never one to rush if he has time. Still, you’re only being cute to try to find out what he’s doing and what his more sinister plans may entail. “Sluts need to learn how to wait.” He sighs, sliding the object back down to where it originally was, pressing against your dripping folds.

“I’m your slut, a-ah…” You whimper out, spreading your legs further when you feel the cold metal once more gliding between your folds, thankful that panties aren’t in the way anymore. The cool sensation is only heightened from the lack of sight, leaving you all warm and tingly between your legs. Satoru is still far too calm for what he’s usually like and it leaves you dying of curiosity. What is he hiding? Whatever sex toy it is; feels so damn good as you grind against it, tiny gasps escaping from the jolts of pleasure you feel when it presses against your bundle of nerves. Your head is spinning, tilting back as moans of his name spill from your lips.

Satoru watches hungrily as you turn into a needy slut for something foreign between your legs, gaze never leaving as your hips begin to pick up the pace as you hump against the metal object, only warming it up with your sweet slick and keeping it against your hot pussy. His own lips parted in silent awe, head hanging forward and refusing to look away. Sometimes it’s moments like this where he wonders how he managed to score you for his selfish self. Eventually, he pulls it away and stands up to tower above you.

Sad sounds instantly part from you, feeling despair from the lack of that pleasure and your pussy clenches around nothing, clearly desperate to be filled up. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” Satoru asks, voice nothing but serious and a hint of excitement. You blink beneath the blindfold, shifting on your knees before your lips curl up to form a genuine smile, heart fuzzy and warm. “I trust you with my life.” You breathe out softly.

“Take your blindfold off, then.”

Finally. Your hands come up, first attempting the knot behind your head and it takes a moment but you manage to tug it free, untying the knot and keeping your eyes closed as the tie drops, draping along the front of your naked thighs. You open your eyes and deep fear momentarily crashes into you hard.

There’s a gun pointing at your forehead, dripping with your juices and just beyond the semi-automatic pistol, is Gojo Satoru smiling wide at you, eyes full-blown with carnal desire. The sight of him eases your fear, even if he does look rather manic with a gun to your head. Your trust and love for him far outweigh the fear you briefly felt. Besides… why is your cunt dripping more than ever and your heart pumping excitement through you? This is beyond dangerous and yet, you want it with him.

The pad of his index finger lightly caresses the trigger, pressing the barrel of the gun against your forehead. Your breath hitches, body starts to tremble. One pull and you’d be gone. It still doesn’t truly shake you to your core. You’re terrified. Natural to be so scared when there’s a gun to your head and yet, you also can’t shake away how aroused it feels to be forced into a position where all you can do is trust and obey Satoru. His head tilts forward, looking down at you through strands of white hair. Having you in such a vulnerable position is a blessing to him. It’s a right that only he gets the privilege of seeing. A privilege to put you through. “You look so scared, baby. Daddy won’t pull the trigger if you just follow orders.” He purrs, voice low and strained. The barrel of the gun now travels lightly down the length of your face before nudging against your pretty lips.

“Suck it.”

You whimper softly, eyes almost going cross-eyed as you try to look towards the barrel of the gun. Instead, you focus on his fierce grip on the weapon, baffled by how a large hand alone can look so hot when it’s steady and having control over something so dangerous. With a nudge to your lips, you press a sloppy kiss to the tip, glancing up towards Satoru’s face as you drag your tongue directly over the hole. You notice that his finger isn’t on the trigger anymore and assume it’s because you actually obey what he said.

“Daddy..” You whisper breathlessly, swirling your tongue around the end of the pistol. It’s not as smooth and easy to do compared to when you suck Satoru’s pretty dick. It doesn’t taste as pleasant either. Cold metal against your tongue as you drag your parted lips along the side of it until you make contact with his hand. You keep your eyes on the tall male, tongue dancing along the gun, drool coating it before you repeat the same teasing action along the other side, your heart still racing from the fact that this weapon could end you.

Your lips meet the barrel of the pistol and you look up at Satoru. Silently, he nudges it against your saliva-coated lips and you’re quick to obey. Your lips wrap snugly around the tip, metallic taste filling your mouth already as you suck on the end gently, moans muffled. Satoru curses beneath his breath, hand reaching out to tenderly stroke along your hair. He’s so very pleased that you've proven his words to be right. That you really would absolutely do anything for him. Hell, he’s sure you’d even die for him and to have someone that loving and loyal to him? To no one else? Fuck, his cock throbs harder than ever before. You look cute in his eyes as you suck on the end of his pistol. It usually sits in his side drawer, but seeing you enter his office in lingerie? It just called to him.

It’s a bit difficult compared to sucking his cock. The sliding of your mouth isn’t as easy, yet you don’t care. You still feel desperate to please the white-haired male. With your jar relaxed, you bob your mouth up and down half the length of the gun, having to keep your mouth wider to be able to fit the awkward size comfortably.

Mindlessly, his free hand begins to palm himself through his slacks and groans quietly from the friction of fabric rubbing against his pulsating cock. He begins to push the gun further into your mouth until the open end presses against the back of your throat. You gag loudly, throat muscles constricting around the metal object and it causes your eyes to sting from feeling your throat ache, scraping against the pistol. “Keep it in.” He sighs out softly and you have to breathe heavily through your nose, lack of oxygen evident from having a gun deep in your mouth. His crystal blue eyes are wide and heavy with lust as they focus entirely on you and the heavenly sight of you choking on his weapon. His finger caresses along the trigger and you whimper, completely muffled. You continue to try and swallow around the pistol until finally, Satoru relents.

Satoru slowly slides the pistol along the flat of your tongue until he pulls it away entirely. You inhale sharply, a string of saliva connected from your lips to the barrel of the gun. You couldn’t stop yourself from dry-heaving, trying to inhale the oxygen you briefly missed. His free hand reaches to tenderly stroke along your hair, lips curling to form a playful grin. “Good girl, baby. Look at you, dripping all over my office.” He comments, shifting his foot until he taps it against your dripping cunt and you whimper from the jolt of pleasure that shifts through you. Your juices drip slowly onto the wooden floor from how excited you feel, despite the aroused terror you also feel from the gun still being pointed at you.

It’s coated in your saliva still, Satoru isn’t bothered to wipe it clean. Instead, his free hand begins to unbuckle his belt. He pauses, noticing how your fingers twitch by your sides. The white-haired male chuckles, delighted by how you’re always so eager to please him. “Go on, then.” He says, tapping the end of the pistol against your forehead as further encouragement for you. You waste no time. Hastily, your trembling hands come up to finish unbuckling his belt and swiftly sliding it out of the loops to drop it on the floor beside his feet. You look up at him, admiring his beauty as you curl your fingers beneath the slacks and briefs. Your hand unzips the front and you begin to pull his bottoms done until finally, his cock springs free. Satoru steps out of the bottoms and kicks them to the side.

You practically drool at the pretty sight of his thick, long cock throbbing in front of your face. “I don’t even need to threaten you. You’re an eager slut, already drooling.” He sighs out dramatically, nudging the barrel against your cheek, making it squish. You flush with embarrassment, though you can’t retaliate. Gun or not, Satoru is right. The pillow beneath you is already damp because of your dripping cunt. Long lashes flutter and you waste no time to wrap your soft lips around the leaking head of his throbbing cock. Briefly, you tease the tip with your tongue, swirling it around and lapping up the pre-cum, hot moans muffled.

Satoru breathes in sharply between his clenched teeth, cock twitching in response to your teasing. His free hand grips firmly onto your hair and roughly yanks you forward as his hips push out, forcing his pulsating length down your throat further. You whimper, thankful that your mouth isn’t filled with the taste of metallic this time and instead with something else that you love to taste. Your tongue rubs along the underside of his cock, keeping your jaw loose as he guides your head with ease by the fierce grip on your hair, mouth bobbing up and down the entire length.

You couldn’t breathe properly, throat muscles constricting every time he slides deep enough, only leaving you to gag loudly and fucking into the saliva that gathers. It feels heavenly to him. Addicting, too. To feel the soft squishiness of your cheeks rubbing against his cock as he continues to fuck your mouth onto his cock, hips meeting each time. Tears sting every time you feel the throbbing cock push down the length of your throat until your nose presses against smooth skin. It’s even harder to breathe through your nose when it happens, the lack of oxygen making your head feel all light and floaty. Eyes roll, saliva dribbling down your chin and you could feel the edge of the gun still pressed to your forehead, his heavy pants and you choking on his cock filling the air.

You trust him. Trust overwhelming any sense of fear you have about the weapon in his hand, though it will always look menacing in his grip. People would find you to be a freak for also being aroused by it at all, clit throbbing and walls clenching with the need to be filled up. “Fucking hell— fuck. Every hole of yours made for Daddy, huh?” He groans, his stomach starting to tighten with the need to orgasm. He’d rather not. Satoru is more eager when it comes to seeing his white sticky cum dripping from your fucked out cunt. Your hands stay by your side in fists as a pitiful way to try and contain yourself, feeling high off of his words alone. His hand shifts to the back of your head, thrusting deep and forcing you to take every inch of his length once more, not allowing you to move. You stay there, scrunched nose against his stomach as swallow around his cock, throat muscles squeezing around it before he pulls you off quickly, moaning your name.

You begin sputtering and dry-heaving, desperate for the oxygen to flow back. It’s complete bliss when you breathe, throat aching from the sweet abuse. Strings of spit connect your lips to the shiny tip, coated with a mixture of pre-cum and your spit. “Ah~..” You exhale out shakily, looking up at the white-haired male with complete awe. Only he can ever treat you like this and get away with it. It’s thrilling. Hot, even. The gun momentarily dangles loosely from his hand, inhaling slow deep breaths as he looks down at you, admiring how pretty you look on your knees, already looking fucked before he even stuffs you full. Satoru’s lips curl to display a wicked grin.

“My pretty princess, all mine to play with and not a single complaint. I could shoot you and you’d still be desperate to obey me and give me pleasure.” He teases through a coo, waving the gun in your face briefly. Your puffy lips form a cute pout, whining. “Daddy sees right through me. Just want Daddy’s cock so bad..” You whisper, voice breathless and ragged. Satoru hums, long fingers dragging through his white hair before he raises the weapon once more. “You expect me to get to your level to fuck your tight pussy? Bend yourself over the desk.” He orders barrel nudging once more against your forehead.

Frantically, you stumble to your feet. You feel relief for your knees because, despite a pillow, they were starting to ache. Still panting from the result of your mouth being fucked, you make your way to his desk on shaky legs. Funny how he already has you in such a state just from kneeling for too long. “Haven’t even fucked you yet.” Satoru snorts with amusement, though silently endeared as he walks behind you, free hand gripping your hip as he guides you forward. Your eyes make contact with his belongings across the desk. “Daddy, what about your—“

Your words are instantly cut off as you watch Satoru swipe his arm across the desk until everything lands on the ground. Thankfully there is a rug beneath his desk to lessen the damage. Not that you care— That was extremely hot and before you could express that, his large hand firmly grips the back of your head to force you down, upper body bending until the side of your face is pressed against the wooden desk and you whimper, feeling a dull throb. “Baby girl~, looking even more enticing.” Satoru purrs, tapping the end of the gun against the desk beside your head. You couldn’t help but tremble beneath his grip, eyes focusing on the weapon next to you, noticing how his finger once more caressed the trigger as he shifted the angle of it to face you.

Automatic fear washes over you, soon turning into excitement that drips from between your legs. Your trust in him only deepens as you begin to teasingly sway your hips. Satoru drags the barrel along his now empty desk, crystal blue eyes refusing to look away from the seductive sight of your ass. His free hand gently glides down the length of your body, neatly trimmed nails grazing along your naked back. “You’re so pretty, Y/N. Especially like this, as if you were made to be bent over my desk and take my big cock in any hole of yours.” Satoru says and you could practically hear the cocky smirk in his voice. Your thighs squeeze together, cheeks heating up. He isn’t wrong. That’s what you often think about. How you were born into this world to belong to the white-haired male, to feel excitement and pleasure as you do anything he wants. Your fetishes and kinks always line up with his. You glance towards the gun that appears, even more, shinier because of your sweet juices mixed with your saliva. You bite back a small smile. You were made for each other.

His large hand grasps your right ass cheek firmly, squeezing harshly enough to coax sweet mewls out of you and to, naturally, admire the way your ass fills up the gaps between his fingers. Fucking hell, he loves your ass. He brings his hand back, hovering before he brings it back to the surface of your ass swiftly, slapping your ass cheek firmly. You whimper, feeling the sweet sting spread across your cheek. He alternates his harsh spanks from cheek to cheek, grinning almost like a maniac as he enjoys the joyful sight of your ass cheeks jiggling before his very eyes. His palm starts to feel numb and yet it doesn’t stop him. Nor do the tears that glue to your long lashes as your gaze stays fixated on the automated pistol pointed in your direction, looking so menacing. Spank after spank, the impact each time his hand lands seems to be harder than before, causing you to squirm on the spot and bite back your sobbing. The pain by Satoru’s hands feels so good.

You gasp out sharply when nails scrape over your burning skin, knowing that light bruises were already beginning to form from how hard he hit your ass cheeks. “What are you doing just laying there, princess? It’s like you’re asking me to pull the trigger and leave you here to bleed.” Satoru murmurs, dragging the edge of the gun across the table before you feel the cold metal, slicked with your saliva and juices; pressing against your bruises ass cheek. “If you don’t show me how much you want me..” He warns, finger tapping lightly on the trigger.

Hastily, ignoring how the deathly threats invoked some sort of wild excitement out of you, your hands come back towards your throbbing ass and you whimper softly, hands trying to gently cup across the surface of your ass and spreading your cheeks wide enough to finally reveal your both of your holes. Your pussy is on full display, folds parted and strings of your slick attached to them. Satoru grins, ignoring your whimper as his free hand soothingly rubs along your waist. “Such a good girl, baby. Always obeying me... You’re just a little dumb, s’all. Need Daddy to always guide you through it.” The white-haired male purrs, feeling daring enough to press the tip of the pistol directly against your puckered asshole and chuckles when he sees it clench. “Scared I’m going to fuck your asshole with my gun, baby? Would you prefer my cock?“

You nod your head eagerly to the thought, heat rising to your cheeks and nails dig lightly into your own flesh, keeping your ass cheeks spread. He laughs and you’re delighted to hear it, unable to stop your lips from curling. “Just love Daddy’s cock so much, made to fill my holes up..” You mumble, breath hitching when the edge of the gun presses further against your asshole. You shiver, not knowing what to expect as he drags the metal object down between your ass cheeks and rubbing once more against your folds.

He loves it, really. You looking so vulnerable. Scared by the gun and yet confused for being aroused. This power that he holds over you is so addicting; something he’ll always want to chase. The dominance to pair with your submissiveness. Satoru snaps out of his trance, placing the gun on the desk and finally gripping your waist with two hands. “Keep being my perfect girl, don’t think I won’t pick it back up and hurt you. Have you crying for me, begging for me to stop the pain. Hm? Only Daddy would be able to help you, isn’t that right?” He says, voice low and soothing as his hands come down to squeeze over your own hands that keep you spread for him.

Your heart flutters and all you can do is helplessly nod. Satoru soaks it all in. The sinful sight of you bent over his desk, sweet juices smeared along your inner thighs and dripping from your core. It’s a miracle that he’s even able to hold himself back when he’s desperate to slam himself inside of you with no warning and have you choke on your pretty tears. One hand grips the base of his cock as he guides himself forward until he’s grinding his erection against you. A heavy sigh falls from his soft lips, head tilting back as he focuses on the feeling of his length rubbing between your slippery folds, each slide so smooth from your slick. His bulbous tip leaks pre-cum that smears along your cunt, pressing against your needy hole, finally. You whine, nails scraping once more across your bruised ass cheeks that leave a burning sensation across the numb flesh, wiggling back to show your eagerness for his cock.

You still find yourself nervously glancing towards the gun that rests about thirty centimetres away. One false move and your beloved Satoru could pick it up, having every right to. Yes, you’re so willing and thankful to give him that much power. To hand over all the control to the white-haired male and deeply trust him in return. He spoils you, deep down. Cares for you. Loves you. It’s only right to be loyal and obedient. Hell, it makes it so much more thrilling. One of his large hands caresses along your bare back again, his gaze fixated on your face and so he knows where you continue to glance. It makes his cock throb with so much excitement, seeing you nervous and yet, determined to behave.

“Your trust in me, Y/N…” Satoru trails off, his own blue eyes focusing on his cock, perfectly lined up and ready. It already glistens beneath the office light from being coated in your mess. You squirm a little, wondering what exactly he wants to say and— “Ah!” You strangle out a cry of surprise laced with pleasure & pain when you suddenly feel his cock pushing in deep, hard and fast. He didn't 'prepare' you with his fingers like he usually does; to coax you into relaxing and being able to adjust comfortably when something bigger enters. Not that it's usually needed. He just knows you love the feeling of his long, slender fingers. Still, the pain of your walls stretching only adds to the thrill. Satoru slams his throbbing length into you, hips snapping forward and nails digging into your soft flesh as he groans your name out in pleasure, head tilting back. “It’s so arousing—.” He finally manages to finish between heavy pants, already feeling your warm velvety walls cling right around his erection and squeezing.

“Daddy, oh—, nngh... So big—“ You whimper out, eyes closing tightly and your words only make his ego inflate, leaving him to grin down at your naked body beneath him. “Yeah? Daddy’s so big that he’s filling you right up. Don’t deny that it feels good, baby girl. I don’t like my good girl to lie to me.” He teases, hands soothingly stroking your sides. Satoru wastes no time. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust or get comfortable as he begins to thrust, nice and slow. You lay there obedient and eager to take his monstrous-sized cock, even if the stretch of your inner walls still hurt. Your cheek presses against the surface of the desk and if it wasn’t for his fierce grip on your hips, your body would have been jerking forward with each hard thrust.

The pain begins to subside already, replaced with the pleasure you often chase for. His cock sliding in and out with ease, all thanks to how deeply aroused you are. Satoru pathetically tries to contain himself by digging his nails into your flesh, muscles tensing up as he watches his cock disappear inside your needy cunt with deep fascination. “Fucking— tight.” He pants out as he feels your warm walls drag along his throbbing length as if eager to keep him buried deep inside. You squeeze around his thickness, feeling utter bliss and too deep in the pleasure to even feel flustered from the squelching your pussy makes every time he pulls out, only to push back in. “Nn, Daddy~.” You moan out happily, mind blank as you nuzzle the hard wooden desk.

Satoru laughs breathlessly, pulling back until only the bulbous tip of his cock stays inside your warmth. Naturally, a whine of complaint falls from your lips and you try to wiggle back onto his cock. His hands easily hold you in place and you yelp with surprise when he swats your ass cheek. “Fucking whore, always so greedy for Daddy’s cock. The dumb girl can’t even think of anything else. huh? Isn’t that right? So cock obsessed that you’d just lay all day with your legs open to show off your slutty pussy. Want Daddy to fuck you, baby girl? Hm?” The filthy, degrading words fall easily from his lips and you flush with humiliation. It only drives your lust further and deeper. You feel pathetic to know that it’s true. You don’t care in the end— You just want his fat cock in your tight pussy.

“Daddy, please~. Fuck your personal toy. I’m such a whore for your thick cock, a-ah!” You cry out in sweet ecstasy when he slams into you, arching your back into the air. Instantly, he’s leaning down until his toned body is pressing against yours, hand groping your breast and squeezing harshly. He’s grinding his cock into you, leaving you feeling so drunk off the pleasure as moans spill easily from your swollen lips. “That’s it, baby girl. Take all of me.” He whispers against your ear, shivering from his hot breath and teasing tongue against your earlobe. Satoru continues to grind hard, addicted to the way your inner walls seem to desperately try to cling to his throbbing length, only for your juices to make each thrust so easy. He massages your breasts, taking his time with each and it leaves your legs trembling. His hand comes down until he presses just above your womanhood, groaning softly from feeling his own cock make you bulge.

You whimper from feeling his hand pressing down, tears glued to your long lashes. Everything just feels so good! You could barely contain yourself even if you wanted to. Satoru adores seeing you already unravel before him and it prompts the desire to see more. Satoru carefully slides out of your core and you pout, hole clenching around nothing. The white-haired male’s lips are curled to form a smile of amusement, hand slapping easily against your wet cunt as you keep your legs spread. “Patience, princess.” He says, enjoying the soft cries that escape you from his slap.

Satoru’s thick and heavy cock continues to throb and he grips your wrists firmly to tug you upwards. “Eh?” You question, though happily obeying as he controls your movements. With not needing to use much of his strength, Satoru easily manhandles you. He twists you around until you’re facing him and hoists you up onto his near-empty desk. The gun still lying near one of the corners. “Not even trying to help Daddy here, I guess you really do love me handling you.” He sighs, a chaste kiss to your forehead before his hand pushes against your shoulder and your back meets the flat surface of the desk.

Your eyes are wide from feeling the impact, gazing up at him with lust and legs open, your body looking so inviting for him. Always. Satoru wastes no time. He’s too eager to feel you around him again and so with his hand at the base of his cock, he guides himself back in. Tip pressed against your hole before sinking in entirely, coaxing mewls to spill from your needy lips. Satoru shivers, feeling you squeeze around his erection once more. Your hands grip weakly onto the edge of the desk as Satoru starts to thrust fast and deep. You moan out in enjoyment when you feel his cock stretching you out every time he slams into you, eyes rolling back and lips staying parted. His crystal blue eyes refuse to leave your face as he pounds relentlessly into you, heavy pants mixed with eager grunts and groans parting from him.

The white-haired male never gives in, no matter how good it feels to have your walls wrapped snug and tight around his pulsating cock. Satoru continues to thrust hard and fast, skin slapping against skin echoing off the empty office walls. Your breasts bounce with each pounding of his length, the office desk creaking beneath you. “Daddy!” You choke out in ecstasy, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. It only drives him further to witness you in such a delicious state; utterly drunk off of his cock alone. One hand comes down to your pussy, thumb pressing against your throbbing clit to rub teasingly in circles.

Electrifying jolts surge through your body from the contact to the sensitive nub, face scrunching up as you cry out for the taller male, clenching around his cock that continues to pound into you with no mercy. Every touch, every thrust of his is so damn thrilling that your body only chases for more, even as you start to feel delirious. Sweat lightly coats your body, tiny yelps escaping your swollen lips as his other hand slaps your breasts which continue to jiggle, thanks to his cock slamming deep into your core. “Da-ah~ Nnghh..” You babble out, cheeks glistening from your tears. Satoru is panting heavily, not minding the numb tingle in his palm as he slaps your breasts in time with his thrusts. Fuck, he swears he’s never felt anyone or anything so damn perfect before. The way your velvety inner walls cling onto his cock as if desperate to keep him buried inside of you; keep you full to the brim.

You both can sense the ultimate highs coming and yet, he refuses to give in just yet. It’s almost like magic to see how fast his throbbing cock disappears and your dripping cunt taking every inch, always stretching right around and squeezing. One hand steadies you against the desk, gripping onto your hip. His eyes are wide and alive with swirls of lust as his other reaches for the gun. Just that feeling of more power, that will really fucking send him over the edge. His long fingers wrap around the grip of the automated pistol. He pulls his cock out to the very tip, listening to your cute little whines. You want him back inside of you so badly and— “Ah!” You cry as he slams back in, eyes barely able to concentrate as he leans in, hovering over you as he continues to fuck you nice and deep.

So close, you’re both so close. Nearly there.

“Would you die for me, Y/N?” He pants out heavily, refusing to look away from your face that twists with innocent confusion from the question. You’re too drunk off of the pleasure to really think, though you know in your heart, what the answer is. “Yes— Yes, would die for, nn.. you, Daddy. Anything for you.” You moan, hand coming down to rest over his on your hip to squeeze. A single laugh escapes him, pleased by your answer. Loyalty really is the best in his eyes. To have you especially, be happily devoted to him. “Prove it, baby. I want you to prove it.” He says, voice low and breathless. You open your eyes when something presses to your forehead and that’s when you notice he picked up the automated pistol mid-fuck, still thrusting deep inside your dripping cunt, balls slapping against your ass.

Fear tightly tied in with the pleasure you feel, continues to surge through your body. Your eyes filled with tears almost going cross-eyed as you look at the gun, crying. You’re babbling and incoherent, nails digging into his wrist. You have to prove it. You want to prove it. To Satoru, your entire world. The metal scrapes against your forehead as your body still jerks with every pounding. Satoru feels like he could barely breathe now when your pussy clenches so tight around his length, forcing his grip on the gun to stay steady. “I’ll do it, Y/N. I’ll pull the trigger, just say you’ll die for me. Show me— Fuck, so tight... Show me your devotion.” He antagonises further, stomach muscles tensing. In his eyes, you look so pretty as a sobbing mess. All for him.

You’re blinded by the tears that spill down your cheeks, wailing mixing into moans of ecstasy. It’s so sinful, in your mind. To be so afraid and yet aroused. That your needy pussy continues to be coated in your excited slick, making it easier for him to fuck into you. “P-Pull it, Daddy! Let me show you!” You manage to stutter out in a broken cry, refusing to close your eyes as you look up at him. To look at your everything. “Fuck—” Satoru grunts out, cock aching from witnessing something so beautiful. “I’m pulling the trigger, baby. Three—” He cuts himself off, the barrel of the gun pressing firmly against your head.

Your body is shaking, your stomach hot and tight with the need to let everything go. “Daddy!” You choke out, eyes wide and cheeks stained with constant tears. “Two.” He warns, crystal blue eyes refusing to leave yours. He cocks the gun. This is it. This is when you’ll show your true devotion to the white-haired male; your lover. Satoru’s slick-covered cock slides out until only the tip stays nudged in.

“One!”

You hear the click of his finger pressing down on the trigger as he slams one final time into your tight heat and you swear there’s an explosion of stars. You come around his cock, walls fluttering before squeezing around him. Your eyes shut tightly when you hear the trigger, too deep in your feelings of ecstasy to process the reality of no bullet. The gun slams down on the table as his muscular arms wrap around your trembling figure. He’s groaning against your ear and finally spills every drop of his seed, filling you up to the brim. Your walls clench repeatedly around his thick length, eagerly milking him through his orgasm as you sob through your own. You cling onto him, legs and arms feeling like jelly as you do so. “I’ve got you, Y/N..” Satoru whispers, hand already stroking along your back as he holds you against his warm body.

It feels like a long while for you to calm down from your high, desperately holding onto the white-haired man as you sob through your orgasm, your excited mess seeping out from your pussy. It’s mixed with his own sticky cum and he’s still refusing to pull out of you. Maybe selfish of him, but he swears to himself that’s mostly focused on you. He has to. Wants to. After everything he’s just done. Reality soon crashes over you. Even when you’re deeply in love and trusting someone; it doesn’t stop the breakdown of relief. Relief mixed with guilt and confusion. Relief for being alive, that there really wasn’t any danger. Guilt for being aroused by something so dangerous in the hands of the man you love. Confusion... Why? Why did it arouse you?

Satoru makes gentle shushing sounds, not with the intention to silence you but to comfort you. Tears continue to spill down from your cheeks, nuzzling his broad shoulder in a pathetic attempt to hide. “You’re okay, baby… It’s okay. Daddy would never hurt you. Not like that, hm?” Satoru whispers lovingly. He finally relents, sliding out of you until his cum spills out of your gaping cunt and drips along the edge of the desk. Your walls clench around nothing, already missing the feeling of being full. A small hiccup escapes and you feel your body being gently rocked. “D-Daddy..” You mumble through sniffling and he pulls back a bit.

The white-haired offers a warm smile, eyes now clouded with the love he has for you. He presses a kiss to your forehead before taking hold of the gun. You couldn’t help but whimper, gaze fixated on it. “Look.” He pauses, sliding the magazine out to reveal the insides of it. Completely empty. Not a single bullet inside. Deep down, you knew that was the case. Satoru would never dare threaten you with a live weapon. It was all part of the play; something you both discussed wanting to try weeks ago. Everything was consensual… Still, you feel confused. Was it wrong to be so aroused by having your life in his hands? Trusting him completely? Satoru slots the magazine back into place with a click before setting it aside. With one hand on you, Satoru leans down to grab a bottle of water that he kept near his desk. He’s always a prepared man, even when things seem so spontaneous. He uncaps the bottle and gently guides your head away to press the edge of the bottle against your lips. You obey and take small sips of the water, thankful for the liquid to ease your sore throat.

“You’re not gross, Y/N. What you feel is completely normal, baby. It wasn’t exactly the gun that aroused you. Nor me. It was about the power exchange and trust.” The white-haired male gently explains and it surprises you; to be read so easily. Your bottom lip trembles and you pull back slightly to look up at him, tears glued to your long lashes. His heart aches at the sight, large hands tenderly cupping your cheeks as he scatters loving kisses across your forehead. “It feels weird, Daddy... I was so scared.” You confess quietly, sniffling. “But, I trust you so much. Even with my life. You’d never really do it, right?” You ask rather timidly and Satoru shakes his head quickly. He knows such thoughts are normal after an intense scene and you only deserve the best love and care afterwards.

“Would never ever. The only fear and pain we accept in this household is consensual. I love you so much, Y/N. You did so well for me.” Satoru praises, hands caressing your bare back as he smiles down at you as you continue to sit on his desk. Your heart flutters at the sight of his smile, wrapping your arms around his middle to cling onto him, burying your face against his firm chest. So warm and comforting. “I like trying new things with you. I know people would probably think of us as freaks, but I like it. You’re the only one I trust.” You mumble, voice muffled by your face refusing to pull away from his chest. Your words ease his mind and he presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. Even a dominant person in a relationship needs aftercare and to be reassured. You know that very much. Especially with Satoru. He may be intense during the scene and heavily aroused, but he’s still someone who is soft and gentle; behind all that cockiness. “I like it, too. We’re made for each other, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me… Now, come on.”

You cock your head to the side in question before you let out a soft squeal as you feel Satoru lift you up with ease. Satoru’s hands cautiously cup your ass cheeks as he walks to the closed door. You look back towards the office — items scattered across the floor and cum dripping down the table. You feel your cheeks heat up. “Shouldn’t we clean that up?” You ask quietly and Satoru laughs, warm breath tickling your neck. “I’ll clean it up later, we’re focusing on you right now. How does a bubble bath sound? Let me take care of you.” Satoru says through a dramatic whine and you can’t stop the giggle from escaping, resting your head against his broad shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom.

“You’re the best at taking care of me, Satoru.” You say through a happy sigh. He sets you down on the counter, finally shrugging off his unbuttoned shirt off properly. You watch, eyes glazed over with love as he’s preparing the bath. It’s thankfully quite big and will be able to fit both of you comfortably. Even with his long legs, that your eyes currently admire. His hand glides under the tap of running water, adjusting the temperature to the warmth that he knows you prefer. He looks back at you for a moment, noticing you looking. “Are you admiring my ass?” He teases, lips curling into a grin and you huff, looking off to the side. “Your legs, thank you very much. Though, you do have a nice ass.” You grumble and Satoru snorts.

Once the bath is prepared and nearly overflowing with bubbles, Satoru walks over to scoop you back up into his arms. “Admire all of me.” He says with a playful pout and chest puffing out. You lightly smack his muscular pecs, smiling. “Always.” You respond with a kiss to his lips as he settles both himself and you into the water. Your back is against his front as his long legs trap you within. Briefly, he tilts his head back and sighs, enjoying the warmth of the water and your body pressing against him. You nuzzle back into him happily, prompting him to smile. Quietly, he grabs a loofah, squirting your favourite scented lotion on it before he begins to scrub it gently against your arms. He firmly holds each arm up as he rubs in a circular motion, spreading the suds across your skin. You feel butterflies flutter in your stomach as he continues, feeling the loofah against your back and across your front. No one else in the past ever took care of you to such lengths.

Still, it’s not fair. “Satoru—” You begin, taking hold of the loofah once he is finished. You manage to wiggle yourself around until you’re facing him. With an eager huff, you begin to scrub against his skin and across his muscular body. Satoru’s playful gaze softens, keeping his arms up against the edge of the tub as he watches you. “Is this an excuse to touch my hot body?” He asks, unable to keep it in. You splash water at him and he laughs, leaning in to press a loving kiss to your lips, lingering for a moment.

“I get to touch your hot body whenever I want anyways.” You say as you pull away from the kiss, feeling giddy. There’s no sense of fear or insecurity within you anymore, completely comforted by the white-haired male’s presence. He loves you so perfectly. Satoru rolls his eyes as he sighs dramatically. “Yeah, I’m just a piece of meat.” He jokes, kissing you once more before wrapping his arms around you. “Just kidding.” He reassures, pulling you against him.

You both stay in the bath until the water starts to feel cold and so, Satoru stands up. He quickly dries himself off so he’s not dripping water across his apartment, wrapping the towel around his waist. He grabs an extra fluffy one for you, guiding you to stand up before he wraps it around you.

“I can dry myself—”

“No.”

You bite back a smile, now standing on the bathmat as he dries you off and even going to great lengths to squeeze the water out of your hair carefully. Satoru bends down to peck your lips, the towel now replaced with a fuzzy bath gown in your favourite colour. “Can you go to the bedroom? I’ll be quick.” Satoru promises, nudging you to the exit of the bathroom. Happily, you oblige. You walk down the long hallway— You still find yourself surprised sometimes by how big his apartment is… Bedroom, too. You push the door open to reveal the master bedroom, walking over to sit on the edge of the king-size bed that you happily share with the male.

Satoru quickly unplugged the bath before hanging your towel and leaving the bathroom. He walks in the opposite direction until he’s in the kitchen. He grabs another bottle of water from the fridge and two granola bars from the pantry. Perhaps some would think his actions during aftercare are a bit extreme. That cuddling is ‘enough’. A few nice words. To him, that’s barely anything. He remembers briefly of the past— You being surprised by how far he goes to make sure you’re okay. Maybe it’s surprising cause he doesn’t seem like the type. Not with an overly confident persona and playfulness. There will always be layers to discover when it comes to Gojo Satoru.

Once in the bedroom, Satoru walks over to set the bottle and granola bars down on the bedside table. Your gaze softens. “What if I wasn’t hungry?” You ask, allowing him to scoop you up to drop you down against the middle of the mattress, sinking into it. “Don’t care, you’ll still eat it.” Satoru says, guiding you to roll over onto your stomach. You make a questioning sound, sensing him moving away and you tilt your head to watch him. He walks over to a set of drawers to grab a pair of sweatpants, tugging them up his long legs and tucking himself in before grabbing a bottle of lotion from the top surface. “Satoruuuu, you do so much. Let me take care of you, too.” You whine and Satoru settles beside you, grinning a little. “You do plenty.” He reassures, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He slides the gown up until your ass is revealed to him and he sighs. “You do have a perfect ass. My favourite.” He says, slowly squeezing some of the lotion onto his palm and you pout. “I hope you don’t see any other asses.” You mumble, breath hitching when you feel the coldness of the lotion before he begins to massage the lotion in. “I don’t know, hard to not look at my own.” Satoru says lightly, kneading the supple flesh gently. He never wants to take any chances with bruising. The spanking was barely anything compared to what he had done before, but it will never stop Satoru. Maybe it’s an excuse to touch you further and the thought makes you giggle. Thankfully, his tender massage does ease the throbbing in your ass. Once finished, Satoru leans down to press a playful kiss to each cheek. “Mwah, mwah.”

You laugh, prompting him to grin before he tugs the gown back down and rubs his hands on his sweats. He sets the lotion aside before his firm grip rolls you back over. Satoru easily hoists you up until you’re settled against the pillows. He tugs the blankets over your lower half, making sure the pillows are nice and plump for your comfort. He joins you under the blankets, settled against the pillows next to you. His arm reaches behind you to grab one of the granola bars and drops it on your lap. “Eat.” He orders gently, now wrapping his arms around you to snuggle into you, happy to just finally embrace you in bed and relax... Not that he doesn’t love doing aftercare, he really does. Especially after an intense session. It’s just that nothing quite beats cuddling in the end. You feel extra cosy still in the bath gown to relax in and have your boyfriend clinging onto you. He’s always been the affectionate kind and you adore it.

You snack on the granola bar in a comforting silence, breaking a bit to feed to him. He happily takes it between his teeth before chewing. One hand comes up to stroke along the back of your head, smiling softly. “Feeling okay now? Do you have any regrets?” Satoru asks, needing to know. You tilt your head, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “No regrets at all, my love. I had fun and it feels comforting to know that we can be freaks together.” You say with a soft giggle and Satoru relaxes. “Agreed, my love.” He copies, keeping his arms wrapped around you. You smile, noticing his eyes closing for the moment. You briefly think back to the gun that was pointed at your forehead. Fear doesn’t flare up within you. You know that no matter what happens between you both— No matter how intense things could be; there will always be love and trust. You will always be happy and willing to try something new with the man you love. Besides, it’s not like it’s the only thing you both do. There’s plenty of gentle love-making, too. “I love you.” You mumble shyly, nibbling on the granola bar. He smiles, eyes still closed and snuggling into your warmth.

“I love you, too.”

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[23:04] — failed initiation :: l.minho

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➮ minho × gn!reader

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summary: Your best friend invited you to a frat party and during your first game of Paranoia, your crush comes in to save your ass.

genres/themes/au: fluff; party themes; non idol au, college au

warnings: mild language, gn!reader, gn!best friend, alcohol consumption, slightly suggestive at the end

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a/n: this is for the initiation event hosted by @cultofdionysusnet that we members have to complete upon joining. There isn't much else to be said about it honestly. It's just a lil drabble. A lil timestamp lol nothing special. Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

The lights and heavy bass had been blinding and overwhelming when you'd first stepped into the building earlier that evening but now after a couple hours and more drinks than you could remember, it had less of an effect on you.

When your best friend had invited you to this frat party, you'd initially turned them down, wanting to stay in but when you learned that your campus crush was going to be there. You couldn't pass up the opportunity.

You were on probably a sixth or seventh drink when one of the guys throwing the party came up to you. It was the guy your friend liked, Yeosang. He noticed your nearly empty cup and offered to get you a refill. You thanked him, accepting his offer.

Yeosang disappeared into the crowd as your eyes landed on the one guy you'd come to see.

Minho.

He was gorgeous, extremely smart and athletic, and not to mention absolutely hilarious. Not everyone understood or appreciated his humor or that he was a little rough around the edges but under that, he was genuinely a very nice person.

You'd seen your fair share of his generosity and his kind nature when he rescued three kittens from a tree on his way to class. He was also the kind of person to stop and move a turtle across the road so it wouldn't get hit.

With people, he tended to be a bit abrasive and came off crass.

But with animals, he was a kind and gentle soul.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice Minho had made eye contact with you from his spot across the room and was now staring back. Your cheeks burned as you looked away, missing the slight smirk that appeared on his face. You felt a body squeeze next to you.

Yeosang had returned. "Your beverage," he said, offering you the glass and tapping his against yours lightly in silent cheers. You lifted the glass and took a sip, surprised by the fruity flavors. It was like a mixture of different fruits. Like a fruit punch almost. "This is really good!" you said over the music.

Yeosang nodded, thank you. "Hey, you should come with me. There's a smaller room where everyone is just hanging out. Y/F/N is there," he said into your ear.

You nodded, letting him lead the way, glancing around but not seeing Minho anywhere.

Yeisang led you through the crowd to the kitchen and to a door that opened up to the basement. You glanced back at him in panic and he nodded, that same pleasant smile on his face. The kind that puts your fears at ease.

You started down the steps into the basement. He was right, there was a smaller party going on down in the bowels of the house. The room looked to be a gamer's cave of sorts. Inside were some of Yeosang's friends, your best friend and…

"Hey, Minho," a voice called. Your crush looked up as Chris walked over, the two greeting one another. Minho looked as if he was in the process of playing a game at the Foosball table against one of Yeosang's older friends, Seonghwa.

Your best friend made a beeline to you as Yeosang excused himself to go chat with a friend. "I was wondering where you were!" your best friend said quietly. You glared at them.

"I was right where you left me," you reminded them. Your best friend gave you a pout. "I'm sorry. Y/N," they replied. "I was getting a refill and then Yeosang told me this party down here was going on and so we came down here and then I got so caught up in talking to his friends. When I realized you were still upstairs I asked him to go get you."

You narrowed your eyes before letting it slide. No harm done.

You took another drink as you glanced around, your gaze settling on Minho again. He was facing Seonghwa, waiting for the other to be ready to start the game.

He looked so effortlessly flawless. He wore a plain white tee tucked into light wash jeans with rips in the thighs and knees. The cuffs of his jeans were rolled up once, exposing the top of his black high top converse. Over the shirt he wore a gray plaid button down, left unbuttoned and open to show off the tee and his silver chain necklace.

When you arrived earlier that evening, he'd been sporting a black leather jacket but had removed it at some point. His hair was styled lazily, like he'd put light product on his fingers and then run his fingers through his hair but after repeatedly running his fingers through his hair all night, the style had fallen out.

You turned away as Felix motioned for you and your best friend to join them on the couch. "We're gonna play a game," Felix announced as more people moved to sit around the coffee table, some on the floor.

"What kind of game?" you asked hesitantly. "You've heard of Paranoia?" You nodded slowly. "She's heard of it," your best friend offered. "But she's never played it." One of Felix and Minho's friends, Hyunjin, leaned forward to see past Felix. "Then think of this like an initiation to the college party scene," he said with a wink.

"So, I don't have to explain?" Felix asked, sounding relieved until Jeongin raised his hand. "I don't know the game," he replied, several others chiming in.

Felix groaned while Hyunjin took the reins, explaining the rules of the game.

"It's really simple," he started. "One person will whisper a question into your ear and then you have to answer that question out loud. It's typically a one word question. Then, other players can ask you what the question was," he added. Jeongin and a few others nodded.

"If you don't want to answer, you have to take a shot," he continued, producing a bottle and setting it on the coffee table while Yeosang approached with a sleeve of cups.

"If you don't want to play, get up now," Hyunjin announced. When no one moved, the game started. Finally it got to Felix who sat beside you. "Okay, Y/N," he started before leaning in, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his lips from would-be lip readers.

"Is it true you like Minho?" he whispered. Your eyes widened as he leaned back to look at you. After a moment of silence you finally nodded. "Y-yes," you answered. Felix chuckled, looking smug and triumphant.

"I knew it," he replied. "It's kind of obvious," he added. You threw him a dirty look as one of the girls in the circle, a girl named Yeji leaned forward. "What was the question, Y/N?"

Your cheeks burned. "I'll take a shot," you said quickly. Your best friend grabbed your arm as Hyunjin poured you a shot. "Are you sure about that? You've already had a lot to drink."

You nodded. "I'd rather drink than repeat the question you said softly as Hyunjin pushed the cup towards you. You reached to grab it but another hand took it and everyone looked up as Minho raised the cup to his face, taking a sniff.

"Everclear, Hyun? Really?" he scoffed. "Are you trying to kill people?" Hyunjin frowned. "Y/N has to take the shot, Min, that's the rule!"

Minho shook his head before raising the cup to his lips, eyes meeting yours. "To your good health," he said before downing the contents to everyone's shock. He gagged before crumpling the cup and looking at Hyunjin.

"You're a bad influence," he said before tossing the cup in the trash by the couch and turning to you, offering his hand. "Come on," he said softly. "Let me show you how to play Foosball." You took his hand without hesitation, offering an apology to your best friend and went with Minho over to the Foosball table.

The rest of the night was spent talking to Minho as he taught you how to play. You managed to beat him three times in a row as the rest of the party dwindled on.

Minho proved to be pretty good company and you end the night falling even more for him.

You also managed to fall into his bed but that was another story for another time.

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— Hidden Surprises (F!Reader)

Including: Kamisato Ayato x AFAB!Reader amab version has been posted on both tumblr and ao3 cw: !! NSFW !!, afab!reader, established relationship, bottom!sub!reader, top!dom!ayato, fluff and smut, pwp but barely, smacking (paddle), lots of teasing/flirting/kissing, mirror s3x, cursing, d1rty talk, like one sentence of n1pple play, cl1t smacks (only a few), slight dom/sub undertones, implied dom drop from ayato, mayb a little unrealistic s3x idk, AFTERCARE!!!! w/c: approx 2.8k words, might change since i make edits while posting a/n: after 8 goddamn drafts of this fic i managed to finally finish it,, im like at a 50/50 opinion on this but honestly i jsu wanted to get the brainrot out of my system... sorry for the long absence :sob:.. also i tried changing up my writing style a little, id love any form of feedback so feel free to leave a comment :D NSFW BELOW THE CUT

The evening air was crisp as you gently swirled the Sake in your cup, eyeing your husband over the rim as he sat beside you. The Yashiro Commissioner was poised and perfect as always— his hair neatly tied over his shoulder with a ribbon that matched his usual outfit. Your gaze travelled the expanse of his torso, unconsciously lingering on his hands as he kept them folded on the table. “You've been staring for a while.” Ayato’s voice broke you out of your thoughts as your eyes met his violet ones and you smiled.

“Oh, don't mind me. I’m simply admiring the view.” Your voice had a teasing lilt as you replied, still boring your eyes into his as you took another sip of your drink.

Ayato simply raised a brow at you, before moving his curious gaze to the half-empty bottle of Sake left beside you— immediately bringing out a hand to drag the bottle away from your reach.

“Hey! I was drinking that—!” You tried to snatch back the bottle like a cat that got its toy taken away but unfortunately for you, Ayato was too fast.

“Oh, I know.” Your husband only infuriatingly smiled back at you, relishing in the adorable pout on your face as you folded your arms in annoyance.

“I apologise, I want you to be somewhat sober tonight.” 

You gasped, placing a hand on your chest, and giving him an offended look.

“I am sober! I only had two glasses.”

“Mhmm. Whatever you say.” 

“Why do you need me to be sober anyway?”

Ayato leaned towards you, resting his hand on a closed palm. He tilted his head and looked at you with nothing short of pure adoration before saying, “I have a surprise for you.”

This time, it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. You mimicked his position (albeit with less elegance) as you tried to make the mental calculations to discern what this “surprise” could be.

Ayato and the word “surprise” never really mixed well for you. The last time he had a "surprise," it involved a strange hotpot that left you feeling queasy for days.

Ah.

Bingo.

“If it's another one of your horrible food concoctions, count me out.”

Ayato chuckled, a wide smile spreading across his face as he shook his head lightly. “Hehe, not to worry, dear. It's something you'll like.”

You would never admit it, but the two glasses of Sake did, in fact, put your mind in a pleasant buzz. You were never a good drinker to begin with so maybe it was good that your husband had confiscated your wine before you went overboard.

Well, that certainly wasn't going to stop you from teasing him, though.

You gave Ayato a languid gaze as you reached out a hand to twirl soft baby blue strands between your fingers, feeling his eyes on you as you brought his hair towards your lips, leaning in to give the strands a chaste kiss. You could feel Ayato’s breath hitch at the blatant display of public affection, which you didn't do very often.

“ … Tell me what it is then.”

Ayato recovered quickly, pulling back his face of smug satisfaction as he smiled.

“Well, it wouldn't be much of a surprise then, would it?”

You pouted at him again and he only chuckled in response, giving you a coy smile.

Two can play that game.

You surveyed your surroundings before deducing that no one would catch you and a mischievous smile coiled on your face as you observed your husband suddenly stuck in conversation with someone seated in front of the two of you.

You quietly praised each archon for giving you this golden opportunity as the perfect distraction appeared without any effort on your part. 

You reached out to place your hand on his knee under the table, pretending to swirl the non-existent wine in your cup with the other so that no one would suspect a thing.

Ayato's eyes flickered to yours for a split second before continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened.

You smiled to yourself as you began to stroke the inside of his thigh with your thumb, inching your hand higher and higher.

He'd never admit it, but you could feel the way his leg shook ever so slightly at the intimate contact.

You kept your hand stationed there for the short duration of the commissioner’s conversation, cheekily observing the light dust of red that had covered the high rise of his cheeks (which he would later blame on the alcohol).

You're broken out of your giddy stupor when you feel a larger hand on yours, stopping all motion as he gripped your hand tightly before passing you a faux smile and turning back to excuse the two of you.

Rascal.

“I apologise, my wife seems to be getting tired.”

You looked at the guest and gave him an apologetic smile although you were anything but that.

The both of you quickly bid your goodbyes to more guests as you made your way out, your husband almost dragging you by the hand.

While the Yashiro Commissioner looked just about normal to everyone, you could see the impatient jitter in his steps, the flush down his neck and the slightly hurried hush in his voice as he navigated the two of you through the crowd.

Right as you were about to board the carriage to make your way back up to the Kamisato estate, Ayato pulled you against his chest to whisper into your ear—

“I'm going to ruin you tonight.”

…

Ayato kept a firm hand on your thigh the entire ride back, occasionally squeezing it while conversing with you as if nothing was happening.

As if he didn't make your entire body shudder with just a sentence.

As soon as the two of you entered the privacy of your shared room, Ayato covered your eyes with his hands and instructed you to keep them closed until he asked you to open them again while he helped you out of your outfit, both of you giggling at your unstable movements from being temporarily blinded.

Which landed you here, stark naked and seated on the edge of the bed waiting for your husband late into the night. Your eyes were screwed shut as he shuffled around the room before quietly helping you up and settling you on his lap— his slender hands squeezing around your body as he leaned in to nibble the shell of your ear. He moved his hands to your belly before dipping his hands in between and prying your legs apart with a gentle insistence that had you murmuring his name in half-hearted protest.

“Open your eyes.”

You did just that, adjusting to the sudden brightness as you took in the sight before you.

A large rectangular mirror with an ornate gold frame with the Kamisato crest on the top, set on the wall in front of your bed. 

You observed your reflection in the mirror with shallow breaths, the golden lamps doused the room in a soft glow as you shivered, your husband's hands still placed between your thighs, keeping them apart.

Archons.

Your eyes met Ayato's observant gaze in the mirror as he spoke again, "Well, what do you think?"

“ … It's beautiful.”

Ayato smiled against your ear, kissing the side of your head affectionately.

“I knew you would like it.” Your breath hitched in embarrassment as your gaze travelled the entire expanse of the mirror, your ears burning with the overwhelming urge to hide. You could see every inch of your exposed body reflected at you, making your heart race.

“But, why—”

His hands remained steady on your thighs, grounding you as he squeezed them again and cut you off with a kiss to the side of your neck as he looked at you through the mirror. “I want you to see how mesmerising you look.”

His hands travelled along the outline of your torso as you waited for him to continue, “I want you to see what I see.” That's when his left hand reached back onto the bed, fumbling momentarily before he brought something forward. You glanced down, curiosity piqued, and saw that he held a— Oh.“I thought you’d be more romantic with your surprise.” A paddle. With a tiny heart cut out in the middle of it. “Well, I’ve always believed in doing things in a more unorthodox way.” The mischievous glint in his eye told you there was more to this. Ayato’s hand, which was still on your thigh, pulled it back a little further. He gently swept the paddle against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the polished wood providing a smooth glide. “The rules are simple,”

You tore your eyes from the mirror to glance to your side when he raised the paddle a little, striking down on your thigh. You jolted in surprise as you immediately felt his hand rub the irritated skin softly. “One, do not look away from the mirror.” Ayato’s finger traced the heart imprint left on your thigh as he continued, “— and two, do not close your eyes.” Ayato’s hands traced the outline of your body as he silently awaited your consent. The silence was that of comfort, you felt relaxed knowing you could opt out of this at any moment and your husband wouldn’t hold it against you. You smirked. “… Ruin me, Commissioner.” You felt a sharp exhale on your shoulder as Ayato’s hands moved with renewed purpose all over your body. You felt his hand creep towards your chest, fondling one side as he tweaked the nipple between his fingers, your low moans now filling the room. He latched his lips onto the column of your neck as he begrudgingly left your chest to trail his hand towards your clit. His other hand was still holding onto the paddle that rested against your thigh, unmoving and unfaltering in making its presence known. A wave of relief washed over you as his fingers made contact with your clit, your eyes closed in pure bliss as you moaned in pleasure, locking your hands behind his neck and— A smack to the inside of your thigh snapped your eyes right back open in shock. Oh. Right.“Eyes on the mirror.” You nodded fervently as Ayato went back to toying with your clit, drawing sticky sweet circles as his sharp gaze stayed glued to your body through the mirror. You glanced down to your thighs in the mirror to see a red imprint of the paddle on your skin and looked back up to meet Ayato’s heated gaze, a coy smirk playing into his voice as he spoke again. “Enjoy the show, dear.” Ayato slid his now wet middle and ring finger down, dipping the tips inside you as you shook in anticipation. His hand flexed as he moved his fingers deeper, lightly thrusting them in and out as he searched for your sensitive spots with experienced precision.

“All that bravado in the evening, where is it now?” 

He ground his palm into your clit as he pushed his fingers to the knuckle— Your moans mingling with his heavy breaths. You pushed yourself back against his chest in hopes of alleviating some of the tension in his pants.

His voice was breathless as he spoke in your ear, 

“Do you like it when I do this?” and he curled his fingers inside you, making you moan again.

Maybe it was the whole evening of teasing that got you to the cusp of an orgasm so soon but, it was quickly becoming too much. Ayato's skilled hands proved to be too deadly for you— making you close your eyes and lean your head back onto his shoulder as you moaned.

Smack!

Eyes opened wide, you jolted back up and your orgasm washed over you immediately as Ayato continued to pump his fingers in and out to help you ride it out.

“Fuck—”

You panted, struggling to keep your eyes open. Ayato stilled as his left hand let go of the paddle to grab your chin, forcing you to look sideways as he kissed you deeply.

Your lips parted with his as you both caught your breath— your husband gently removing his fingers from you and wiping them onto the cloth laid next to him.

Ayato moved you a little forward as he unzipped his pants, pulling his cock from underneath you so that it poked out between your soft thighs.

Archons, he could get used to this view.

He wanted to make you wait, wanted to edge you until you were begging for him, tears sticking to your clumped lashes as you pouted at him, whining and writhing in his hold as he kept your pleasure from you. 

But he couldn't.

He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He aligned himself with you, slowly pushing in as you both moaned in relief.

Ayato curled a hand around your waist to hold you in place as he set a rhythm of short and quick thrusts, latching his mouth onto your neck again as he bit down to stifle his moans.

“Ayato, please-” 

A resonant smack to your sensitive nipple is all that you get in response as you immediately plaster your eyes back on the mirror.

— and archons was it a sight, your bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat as red-purple imprints of the paddle were littered across the expanse of your soft skin, little bruises blossoming on both sides of your neck, your hair stuck to your forehead as you writhed in your spot, aching to find release again.

The hand curled around your waist twisted downwards to play with your clit as you sighed in pure bliss before you abruptly felt his hand moving away and a series of smacks on your sensitive nerves.

Fuck. You didn't even notice you stopped looking at the mirror.

He unlatched himself from your neck, leaving deep imprints of his teeth as he raised his head to pull at your earlobe with his teeth.

“You know I don't like repeating myself.”

Tears clung to your eyes as your body buzzed through the different sensations of pain and pleasure, the thought of disappointing your husband sitting heavy in your throat as you swallowed down your complaints.

His pace grew erratic as you held onto him, heavy moans mingling with his silent ones as tears slipped from your eyes.

“Come with me.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as Ayato spoke into your ear. You barely registered the tip of the paddle hitting your clit again or how your husband pulled out just in time to finish on your lower back— your legs trembling as you clenched around nothing.

Holy shit.

Ayato detached himself from you, flipping you over so that you were laid flat on the bed on your stomach as you caught your breath. He took the washcloth he had set up earlier to clean you off a little before helping you up and lifting you to prepare a bath.

You were floating, you weren't sure how much time had passed when you came to but you were (yet again) seated in your husband’s lap as he gently massaged your stiff shoulders, waiting for you to regain your senses. “ … Hi.” You spoke as you turned your head to meet his lips in a soft kiss. “Hello.” You got up on shaking limbs, turning your body over so that you were straddling his legs. Ayato looked at you questioningly, tilting his head. You simply kissed the mole under his lip as you replied, “I wanted to see your face.”

“Oh? Did you miss me?”

You kissed the tip of his nose this time, “Yes.” 

He smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkling as his gaze lingered on all the hickeys he had left, his face dropping a little.

“How are you feeling?”

“Great. A little sore but I'll be fine.”

You leaned down to kiss the mole on his collarbone, lingering there to leave a love bite of your own.

There was a pause, you knew this was when he would start questioning himself.

“Was I—?”

Before he could finish his question, you captured his lips in a soft kiss, caressing the back of his head with your hands as you gently massage it.

“No. It was perfect. In every sense of the word, I enjoyed it.”

Ayato smiled at you again.

There was a comfortable silence after that, the both of you taking turns to wash out each other's hair and backs, sneaking small kisses in between as you giggled.

You dried each other off before your husband laid you down on the bed, procuring an ointment seemingly out of nowhere as he applied it to the bruises on your thighs.

You laid down on the soft sheets and felt the energy drain from your bones, giving Ayato one last peck on the lips before you drifted off to sleep.

“I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head lovingly, and if you were any more tired, you would've missed his response.

“I find myself falling for you more and more every single day. Goodnight, dear.”

[ilovetheriddler]

Denial of Infatuation.

(Arkham Games) Edward Nigma x F!Reader

(Declaimer: I don't condone or approve of the actions taken in this story. It is purely a work of fiction.)

Word Count: 837.

Contents: Very Suggestive content, Kissing, Obsessive Behavior, Intensely Possessive Behavior.

Edward found these thoughts he often had of you troublesome and quite annoying. The fact that he couldn't keep you out of his mind and it was starting to impact his work was pissing him off. What exactly made you so special? Why did you deserve such a huge part of his thoughts? He wasn't sure, and if there was one thing he hated more than his work being disturbed, it was him not being aware of something.

There were some nights were he found himself walking into your room during the middle of the night, simply so he could stare at you, watch you sleep and rack his brain trying to come up with an answer to these... feelings he had.

Ultimately, he came to a conclusion that overall satisfied his need to know. He concluded that these pesky feelings weren't anything like... love or infatuation, no, he was too important of a man to feel those pathetic things! It was obviously acknowledgment that you, as his assistant, were almost his equal, as close as anyone could come to being that is, and as a result he clearly felt a desire to treat you better than he treated everyone else, maybe even reward you for all your hard work.... he decided that perhaps some compliments were in order.

"... You look adequate today..."

"Huh? Um... Thanks, I guess?"

"The fragrance that your body is currently giving off is surprisingly pleasant..."

"... Do you mean the soap I use? I'm not really wearing any perfume right now, so...."

Needless to say, his attempts didn't often go too well. He was just so used to degrading people that he viewed as beneath him that he genuinely struggled to give decent compliments. He didn't need those to show you his... appreciation, though, maybe actions would assist him where words failed?

He started leaving you little metal flowers that he made out of scrap parts for his contraptions. His heart would beat rapidly in his chest whenever you'd find them. It was an annoying and unfamiliar feeling for him, but he slowly grew to like it.

So, of course, how else was he supposed to react when you told him that some guy asked you out on a date? How dare he! No one.... no one else deserved you, no one other than him. He couldn't allow this to happen, not on his watch. Some idiot wasn't going to just waltz in and lay claim to someone that Eddie viewed as His.

He got rid of the foolish man without any real difficulty. However, the fact that you kept getting asked on dates boiled his blood. So he kept disposing of any man who tried to win your heart, and every time you'd be in tears, wondering why those men always stood you up, and he'd take every chance to comfort you, which shocked you each time because of his usual behavior. But he'd wait, sooner or later you'd realize just how lucky you were to have earned his... interest.

"You know, you don't need those archaic Imbeciles! I mean... you already have a perfectly eligible bachelor right in front of you..."

"H-huh? What do you-"

"Me. Why don't you just put to rest all of these... foolish ideas of being with some boring, unintelligent, incompetent man, and be with me instead?"

"E-Eddie... I don't know... you're my technically my boss, wouldn't that be a bit weird?"

He stared at you in silence for a few moments before resting his hand on your cheek, caressing it surprisingly gentle.

"I promise you, My dear.... that it'd be perfectly fine... in fact, I'd make sure you were happy with me.... trust me..."

"Okay then.... I guess I could um... give it a try?"

You were then startled slightly by his lips suddenly crashing into yours, a desperate sense of need, passion, and repressed desires evident with how forceful and rough the kiss was, his tongue lightly ghosting over your bottom lip, almost demanding that you open your mouth for him. You're too dazed to really respond, though, which leads to him reaching up and yanking harshly on your hair, causing you to let out what sounded like a mixture between a gasp and a whine, he took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, exploring it thoroughly, as if trying to map out everything. After what felt like quite a bit, he pulled away, wipping a bit of saliva off of his lips. His gaze met yours, a somewhat concerning glean in his eyes as he pulled you closer to him, his breath fanning your neck as he spoke.

"Say that you love me, tell me that I'm the only man that deserves you!"

"Y-you're the only man that deserves me, Eddie...."

You let out a surprised yelp as he picked you up in his dirty, grease, sweat, and dirt covered arms, quickly carrying you towards his room. He clearly was hoping that tonight wouldn't just end at a kiss for him.

[auguryofjellyfish]

[next to you, before]

Hasegawa Ken, a university student, is living the best life he could possibly ask for. He has a loving and supportive family, studies that challenge him, and gets to spend most of his days with his best friend and housemate, Kazutoshi. He wonders how he managed to get so lucky. One day, he has a very disturbing dream.

Inspired by the College AU by the amazing @causeimcrayzeebee! 3k words, oneshot. Spoilers for the end of chapter 3 of Tetro Danganronpa Pink. Heavily implied Hasemura.

TW: heavy angst, self-injurious behaviour.

“Ken...”

“Keeen...”

“Ken. WAKE UP!”

“AUGGHHH!” Hasegawa shot up from his bed with an ear-piercing yell. His eyes darted around frantically, chest heaving, until his eyes settled on...

“Wow. Right in my ear.” Kamimura drawled, unsticking his hands from the sides of his head and smoothing out his ponytail.

“Ka...Kazuto...shi...” Hasegawa panted, tears rapidly filling his eyes and falling down.

At once, concern melted away the irritation on Kamimura's face. “Hey, you alright?” he asked softly, lightly touching Hasegawa's wet cheek with the back of his finger.

Hasegawa flinched away, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a few deep breaths. He slowly blinked them open, and looked around the room once more, through blurry eyes.

He was in a room...his room? Everywhere he looked, there were books and loose pieces of paper laying around. On his desk, the floor, spilling from the bookshelf. The walls, covered with paintings depicting marine life and a few awards, were a pleasant shade of baby blue.

Of course. It was his room, in the apartment he bought for himself and Kamimura, for university.

“Oh...” his shoulders sagged, and he rubbed his face roughly. “I had...such a messed up dream...”

“I can see that. It's late, you can tell me about it at breakfast, come on.” Kamimura said, ushering him out of bed.

Hasegawa followed him dazedly. Passing by the desk, he noticed a few photo frames standing in the corner. In one, there was his mom, Mao, himself, and Kamimura sitting around a table with fancy looking dishes on it. In another, there was just him and Kamimura standing in front of a tall, modern building, consisting mostly of glass. In the photo, Hasegawa is smiling, looking down at Kamimura, who is looking straight at the camera with a proud smile. Hasegawa looked away.

“Breakfast?” he blinked. “Ah...you didn't have to...”

“I know. I wanted to. I know you stayed up until, like, 3AM today, so you wouldn't be able to make it anyway. I had to save our kitchen from burning down.” Kamimura smiled cheekily.

Oh, yeah. He had to work on his assignments for university, so he stayed up late.

Hasegawa's cheeks burned. “Hey, I'm not that bad!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I like your cooking.” Kamimura bumped Hasegawa's elbow with his own.

They got to the living room, where two bowls were on the table, emanating a pleasant smell of miso.

“Ooh...that smells really good. And it's with edamame, too.” Hasegawa sat down and clapped his hands. “Thank you for the meal.” he said, Kamimura echoing him.

He put the spoon in his mouth, and the rich flavour put a smile on his face. The cooking lessons they were taking together were starting to pay off.

“So, what are your plans for today?” Hasegawa asked, dipping into his bowl.

“Uh... Just meeting up with my supervisor. Might also swing by the lab later. You know I like this stuff, but the analytical chapter's been really kicking my ass.” Kamimura responded with a dry tone, focused on slowly eating his meal.

“Tell me about it...” Hasegawa groaned, hanging his head. “I had to finish two huge book reports yesterday...”

“Uh-huh, is mighty Ken having problems at school for the first time in his life? Now you know what it's like for the rest of us plebeians.” Kamimura teased, making Hasegawa chuckle.

“Plebeians? Says the guy taking advanced forensic chemistry courses!”

“Oh yeah, no, I'm suuuuper smart, thanks. Basically, they should just give me the degree already. Maybe also throw in a Nobel Prize.”

Hasegawa snickered. “O-oh, yeah? What would it even be for?”

“Uh,” Kamimura thought, "I dunno, for revolutionizing the entire field of chemistry as we know it? They should give me a bazillion yen too while we're at it.”

“We really don't need that...We already have way too much money.”

“No, you have too much money. I'm like...a freeloader. Some guy living in your house.”

“You're not a freeloader! You do a lot around here, uh...You made us breakfast?”

“Oh gee, then my status has increased to live-in cook, amazing.”

“That's not—!” Hasegawa tried to interject, while Kamimura laughed, in that bright, airy way he always does.

Hasegawa joined in.

After they calmed down, Hasegawa caught Kamimura's eyes. “But, really...You're doing great, Kazutoshi. You're gonna knock them dead with your research.”

“Eh...I wouldn't go that far...But...Thanks.” Kamimura responded, smiling softly into his soup. They continued eating in comfortable silence.

“Soooo...do you wanna talk to me about that dream you had?” Kamimura asked nonchalantly, not looking up from his bowl.

Hasegawa's spoon stilled in front of his mouth, his earlier mirth evaporating into mist. He set the spoon back on the table. “I, uh...I don't...know? I...I don't even want to think about it, really...” he mumbled. “Most of it is already a blur anyway.”

Kamimura hummed, pursing his lips. “I mean...Sure, but, you didn't see yourself, Ken. Your face...you looked terrified. Like, really terrified.”

Hasegawa took a deep breath and closed his eyes, forcing himself to think back to his dream. The only things he can remember are flashes...of darkness, ever-present cold...and blood. So much blood, everywhere. The stench was overwhelming, and every time he took a breath he could feel it stuck in his nose- and he- and Kazutoshi-

Shivering, he shook his head, trying to get rid of the sensation. It wasn't real. It was just a nightmare. “Ma-maybe later...”

“Mhm. Okay. Just...y'know that, I'm here for you, yeah? You don't have to bottle that shit up. I...care about you, Ken.”

For a reason he didn't know, Hasegawa was awestruck. He wanted to cry again. He swallowed the urge and simply smiled back. “Yeah. You too. Thank you, Kazutoshi.”

“Yeah...Anytime.”

After they'd finished breakfast and Hasegawa cleaned the dishes, the two of them started preparing for their day. Hasegawa's classes were first, while Kamimura had his meeting later during the afternoon.

Hasegawa slipped on his shoes, and stepped out of the door, looking back at Kamimura. “Well...see you later, Kazutoshi.”

Kamimura nodded. “Wait. You forgot something. C'mere for a sec.” Kamimura gestured, beckoning for him to lean down. Hasegawa complied, bemused.

He got pulled down the rest of the way with a tug on his sleeve, and then Kamimura placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Hasegawa's face instantly erupted into flames, his hand flying up to press on the exact spot. “...Wh-wha..!”

“What?” Kamimura said casually, his cheeks dusted pink. “You can't give your homie a goodbye kiss on the cheek anymore? Damn, Ken. Keep up.”

Hasegawa sighed, tension melting from his body. “...Please don't say that word ever again. It sounds so wrong.” and yet, he couldn't help but smile.

“What, 'homie'? I can say whatever I want. Like...go hit the gym, bro. Work on these noodle arms!”

“Stooop...” Hasegawa whined, giggling into his hand. “And you know I work out!”

“Whatever. Just go already.”

“Sure.” Hasegawa said, an easy 'I'm off' falling from his lips as he slipped out of the door, closing it behind him. He walked a few steps further into the hallway and put his face in his hands, letting out a muffled groan.

He shook it off, walked into the elevator, and once inside, he pumped his fist with a quiet, “Yes!”

He made his way towards campus. His steps were so light he was almost skipping, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. It was going to be a great day.

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Later, in the early evening, Hasegawa got back home from his classes. He'd stopped by the store on the way, buying groceries for the next few days. He set his heavy bags on the counter with a sigh.

He looked around the apartment. Kamimura wasn't there, so.. He must be at the lab. So Hasegawa might as well do some chores in the meantime, instead of waiting.

Cleaning the apartment was a task that was done by Kamimura, typically. That involves mopping, vacuuming, dusting...Hasegawa tried to help at first, but he just can't do it as well as him. When his friend is indisposed, though, he does his best. And Hasegawa does try to clean his room regularly for both of their sakes, so it's not that bad...mostly...

He has other tasks to that fall to him, anyway. He monitors both of their medication, making sure they're refilled on time, he keeps track of the appointments, makes plans whenever they go out somewhere, restocks the fridge and essential items, he cooks, most of the time-they take turns- and...he does the laundry.

He went to the bathroom, and saw that the laundry basket was almost full. He dumped it out. Something caught his eye- laying there in the pile was Kamimura's favourite sweater, that Hasegawa got him on his birthday. He wears it often.

It was a dark navy colour, and made of cashmere, as soft as he could find it. Hasegawa had cut off all the tags before giving it to Kamimura, and when asked about the price, he said 'not that much, really', stammering all the way.

Kamimura dropped the matter, probably just not feeling like calling him out on his obvious lie. Still...if he knew how much it cost, Hasegawa'd never hear the end of it.

Hasegawa rubbed the fabric between his fingers, looking down at the sweater with soft eyes.

Seeing that smile on Kamimura's face was worth any amount of money.

He smoothed it out, and set it aside for later. He always hand-washes this one.

He put the dirty laundry in the washing machine and turned it on. Kamimura still wasn't home. He decided to go make them some dinner. Something simple. He was kind of tired.

He took out a pot, poured water into it from their filtering pitcher, and turned on the stove. He yawned. He was way too tired to soak in the bath today...Maybe he'll just take a nice hot shower later...

Hasegawa was thrown out of his thoughts by the sound of his phone ringing. He answered it without looking.

“Hey, Ken....Can you, uh...come get me?” Kamimura sounded out, his voice quiet and speaking slower than usual.

Hasegawa straightened out, immediately on high alert. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine,” a terse, staticky sigh was heard through the receiver. “I just...don't want to walk back by myself. I'm in front of the chem building.”

“O-okay. I'm coming. Hang on tight.” Hasegawa said, and when Kamimura hung up, he all but booked it out of the apartment, turning the stove off first, and pausing only to slip on his shoes. He forced himself to slow down slightly, feeling anxiety creep in from his stomach, up and outwards, starting to shake him from head to toe.

He didn't know where it was coming from. Kamimura said he was fine. He didn't sound all that bad too.

Hasegawa wished he could just will this horrible dread away.

Fortunately, the campus was situated rather close to their apartment. After 11 minutes, he was in front of the chemistry building, and upon seeing Kamimura sitting on the bench nearby, he almost melted with relief.

He walked up to him, briefly pausing to catch his breath.

“Shit, Ken, you didn't need to run.” Kamimura blinked.

“I...know...What's...up?” Hasegawa panted out, and then straightened with a groan.

“I'm...I'm okay. Or, eh, I don't know. I just probably ate something bad, or...y'know.”

“Alright...I-If you say so.” Hasegawa said, remaining on his guard either way. He couldn't help it. He was always worried about something.

Plus...If he was really fine, then why would he call? Kamimura knew his limits. He wouldn't just call for him for no reason. It wasn't adding up.

Kamimura stood up from the bench, and swayed slightly in place.

Hasegawa reached out his hand, stilling, before lightly touching Kamimura's shoulder. “A-are you sure you're alright?”

Kamimura rubbed his forehead. “Ye-yeah...I'm fine. Just...feeling dizzy. Let's just go home. I just need to lie down in my bed.”

Hasegawa nodded, and both men started walking back, step by step. Hasegawa tried to stick close, but took care not to crowd him.

They walked in silence. When Hasegawa glanced at him from the corner of his eye, Kamimura looked tired, his expression somber, looking straight ahead. It didn't seem like he was in the mood to talk anyway.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice Kamimura stumbling. He managed to catch him by the elbow, and steadied him. “C-careful!”

“H-huh? Oh...Yeah...” Kamimura mumbled, sluggishly raising his arms and looping them around Hasegawa's own, clutching it.

Hasegawa bit the inside of his cheek. If Kamimura willingly leaned on him for support, without any complaint and attempts at saving face, it must be bad bad.

He observed him more intently, going through a mental checklist of his symptoms. Tiredness, dizziness, sluggishness, confusion, drowsiness, impaired breathing, general weakness. Still, this is only from what he could see externally. A flare-up?

“Kazutoshi...” he started, as calmly as he could. “Maybe...we could go to a hospital, just in case...”

Kamimura flinched.

“N-no...I just...wanna go home....”

“Kazutoshi—”

“Fucking hell- please, Ken...Please. Just let me g-go home...”

His voice sounded so rough, it made Hasegawa's heart clench. The taller man pursed his lips, and said nothing. He breathed, in and out.

They'd need to get some stuff from home either way. He relented.

But it didn't feel right. Something was wrong. Really wrong.

They walked the rest of the way in silence. Kamimura leaned on him the whole time, eyes half-closed in a daze. Hasegawa wanted to enjoy Kamimura's weight on his arm, the warmth emanating from his body, like he normally would. But it was overshadowed by a cloying miasma of worry.

Finally getting to the front entrance of their apartment complex, Hasegawa pulled him into the hallway, and pushed the button to open the elevator. They stepped inside.

Standing in silence, Hasegawa heard Kamimura shift, and then felt a weight on his shoulder. Kamimura leaned his head against him.

Despite everything, Hasegawa felt his heart flutter, warmth flooding his face. He breathed in, shakily.

They...didn't really...talk about what they are, to each other? He knows Kamimura is the best friend he's ever had. With him, his days are filled with laughter, easy banter, discussions about everything and anything. He's been more comfortable with him than anyone he's ever met, outside of his family.

It's not always easy. There are days when Kamimura shuts himself in his room and doesn't come out. When he feels awful, physically and mentally, and lashes out. Hasegawa hides away too, occasionally, when everything just gets too much. Their lives aren't free of struggle and pain, but still, Hasegawa wouldn't give it up for anything.

And...sometimes...things happen, and it makes him wonder.

Well, they did...cuddle, the other day. And the thing from this morning, too...Still, he can't be sure. If he's not the one initiating the conversation, Kamimura doesn't really want to talk about sensitive topics. And Hasegawa is...scared. Scared that it would be awkward, that he would come on too strong, that Kamimura wouldn't feel the same and he would pull away and and-

...He doesn't want to lose this. Lose him. He wants anything but that.

Still. He still hopes, that...maybe...

Hasegawa sighed, and shifted, nuzzling his cheek on the top of Kamimura's head. His hair was so soft. He smelled really nice. So fresh and light, like ocean breeze.

Even if they never talked about it, Hasegawa wouldn't change a thing. He was still satisfied. Just getting to be next to him...was more than enough. He was lucky. So, so lucky to have this.

His heart felt so full.

“Hey... Don't fall asleep,” he whispered.

Kamimura jerked awake, his breath hitching. His eyes shifted around the elevator. He furrowed his brow, and his expression turned grim. “Yeah. Right,” he said flatly, but while at least looking more alert than before.

They arrived at their floor. Kamimura's hand tightened on his arm.

“You couldn't have known this would happen, Ken. Don't blame yourself.”

“...Huh?”

Outside the elevator, Kamimura let go of Hasegawa's elbow and went on ahead. Hasegawa was rooted to the spot. His feet wouldn't move.

He blinked, and the shorter man had already opened the door, having walked halfway through it.

Kamimura looked back at him. He opened his mouth, and sighed.

“Ken...I...”

Then he smiled, looking so sad and so tender that it took Hasegawa's breath away.

“Thank you. You know. For being there.

“I'm glad that at least... we were able to meet each other in that hellhole.

“...You were really the only one who made it bearable, anyway.”

He waved his hand.

“Seeya.”

Hasegawa blinked, his mouth opening.

“Wha-huh? Kazutoshi, wai—”

Hasegawa reached out his hand, just as Kamimura's image slipped away, the door closing behind him with a bang.

With his legs working again, Hasegawa stumbled to the door, and grabbed at the handle frantically.

“Kazutoshi! H-hey! Wh-what are you do-doing? Open the door!”

He pulled at it, to no avail. He didn't understand what was happening. Everything was fine one second, and the next, Kamimura was just gone.

He was gone.

“Th-this isn't fucking funny!” Hasegawa's voice cracked. “Kazutoshi! Please...”

Silence.

With shaking hands, he took out the key from his pocket and tried one, two, three times before he managed to put it in the keyhole, and turned it.

He pulled at the handle, and threw the door open.

“Kazuto—”

Blood.

So much blood.

On the floor. On the shelves.

Coating every inch of the small space.

And in the middle, there was a chair, where a small, decapicated body of Kazutoshi was sitting, quiet and still.

It was still cold in the art supply room.

Hasegawa screamed.

He wakes up, a loud cry tearing out of his throat. The blanket falls to the floor in a heap.

No- no-

Oh god-

Kazutoshi- he- he was- he is-

Immediately, he falls into heaving sobs, his hands flying up to clutch at his face. His throat constricts, and he coughs. He swallows roughly, pushing the bile down.

“Oh god, please no, please no, no more, please...,” he wails. “No, no, no, nononononoNO!”

He brings his hand up, curled into a fist, and lands a blow on the side of his head, once. Twice. It's not working.

He screams again and then swerves his body to the side wall, banging the top of his head on it hard.

“AGHH! FUCK!”

The pain shocks him enough to make the panic recede, but only slightly. He covers his face and breathes loudly, groaning into his arm. “Mmmh....mmghh...”

He feels like he's dying. He might as well be.

He whimpers and clenches fistfuls of hair in his hands. He feels nauseous, his head aches like crazy, he's soaked with sweat, he has no meds and he can't take it anymore.

He can't take it anymore.

For no fucking reason at all...!

Hasegawa curls up into himself, bringing his knees to his chest.

He thinks about his mom. Dad. Mao. Reina.

Kazutoshi.

He wants to go home. He just wants to go home.

He starts mumbling into his arms, voice hoarse, muffled by the fabric.

“Kazutoshi...Kazutoshi...Oh, god...Kazutoshi...

“I'm sorry....I'm s-so, so sorry...!

“I need you...

“Please... Please...Come back...

“Please...”

He continues to plead, until the morning comes.

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[mr-spotatohead]

Sorry for bothering you, but what would it be like if the human reader changed the channel to watch another puppet cartoon, for exemple: Sesame Street.

( Would Wally be jealous? What would happen? )

-Green Feeling.-

Welcome Home x Viewer!Reader

Words: 1,411

|Contains: Jealousy.|

Synopsis: You accidentally made friends with a TV character. You don't know how, why, or the motive for you to genuinely enjoy his company… Although… He is a bit… too attached to you. You like the puppet, the problem is that you are afraid of what he might do in a bad mood.

You wouldn't say that you are childish… Yes, you like things related to a smaller audience, but that doesn't make you less mature. People find it strange when you spend your free time watching cartoons or children's shows, which interact with the audience. You never found this a problem, until recently. When you came home exhausted, and left a puppet show playing in the background you had never seen before, you decided to watch it. It was a normal show, with a blue-haired protagonist who likes to paint and talk to the audience.

You thought it was fun. Although you were almost drooling on the couch from sleeping. Even in this state you still enjoy interacting with the puppet's questions. Answering each one with a weariness combined with animation. You remember telling the TV your name, and it answering you with Wally. You remember literally talking to this character. It was a dream, it had to be, that's why you didn't give it much thought. It was very pleasant and nice. Until the next day you were sure you weren't dreaming. But still this character kept talking to you as if it was normal. Should you have reacted? Yes. And did you? … You still can't believe that you befriended a TV character, maybe you went crazy and didn't notice? Perhaps. But it doesn't hurt anyone, and honestly, you don't really care how it's possible. Now you were surfing the channels of your old television. Bored, you looked for something different to watch. The show your virtual friend was on wasn't on at the time, so you were looking for something to watch. And then you found something unexpected. Another puppet show. And it was one you used to watch a lot as a child! You couldn't help but put down the remote to watch this beautiful show called Sesame Street. So many memories quickly came back to you. You had this in love look on your face, really. A few episodes went by. And there you were, sitting on your couch with a big smile on your face. Laughing out loud between character interactions. You remember this episode, this scene now was the funniest part. It was a character interaction between Elmo and Zoe and the most real character possible… Rocko. You were holding in your laughter as you watched Elmo lose his temper with a rock. "You can't have that cookie, Elmo. Rocko wants to eat it." You had your hand over your mouth waiting for Elmo's response. Laughing a lot when you heard Elmo say that Rocko had no mouth. Whereas a few episodes ago, you saw Elmo get grossed out because he had accidentally grabbed Rocko's 'butt' instead of its hand. You started having a laughing fit, you had simply forgotten how good this series was. Not noticing the hours passing by, you continued to watch. One episode after another. Having fun with just one children's show.

Although you did notice something strange as the episodes went on. You knew that your TV was a little bad in quality, but you could see a strange silhouette in the background of the episode. Did the image of some scene burn in and stay there temporarily? Strangely enough. It was familiar. Letting the time pass a little longer, you came upon another familiar scene, laughing lightly and preparing to laugh out loud after a funny interaction again, realizing that the silhouette was gone. You started to laugh out loud, but you never thought your expression would change so quickly. You soon interrupted your laughter for a loud gasp as you were startled after the screen made a loud thudding sound, with a familiar character in front of it.

Your heart leapt so fast that you could have sworn you were going to throw it up. Coughing lightly as you looked at the glitchy screen with Wally in front of you, even though he had a smile on his face, he looked extremely angry. A little annoyed, you pinched the tip of your nose as you realized that it was only Wally, who had purposely hit the TV screen to scare you. Now you knew what or rather who that silhouette in the background was. Taking a deep breath, you huffed an irritated snort and leaned your torso forward. Speaking your displeasure. "Wally! That wasn't funny!" You let out a heavy breath as you watched the channel change on its own among the others until it reached the intro of Welcome Home. Ah yes, your virtual friend can control the channels on your TV. Not only that, but he can manipulate any electronic device within his reach. Your cable phone being one of them. Crossing your arms, you watched the intro go by and Wally appeared inside his house with his arms crossed too, with the same grumpy expression. You watched him tapping his foot on the floor impatiently. Watching you with an intensity that you had learned to get used to. "You know what else isn't funny?" The puppet finally spoke up, pointing an accusing finger at you, causing you to raise an eyebrow. "Replace me!" Wally accused you, his voice not as monotone as usual. It seems that this caught him in an unexpected way. You frowned sharply after his comment. "What?" You shook your head, not understanding. "Making me wait. That's not very neighborly of you, (Name)." Wally sighed loud enough for you to hear, you watched him walking in circles inside the small scenery on the TV. "I can't believe you decided on your own to watch something else when I was here!" Wally seemed to start talking to no one specific, since he had too much on his mind to look at you. That's when you realized. What time was it? Looking at the clock on the wall made you suck in breath through your teeth. Yeah… The time passed quickly. You looked back at the puppet on the TV, you frowned slightly. You knew Wally was a little… too clingy. You thought the reason was because no one really interacted with him. Literal. Since you were the first adult person not to avoid him after you found out he was real, you kind of became Wally's focus. Then you sighed, running your hand over your head. "Uhm… You're right, I really was late. I am sorry." You said looking at the character who stopped walking. "But you're exaggerating that I replaced you. I was just watching another show."

Although Wally was quietly watching you when you were speaking, your final words caused him to turn and move his arms around. "You were just watching another show?! (Name), you don't need another show to watch." The TV screen filled with glitches and you could no longer see the stage behind. Wally's figure was now close to the screen. Staring at you. "That show won't make you laugh like I do. That show won't cheer you up when you need it like I do." Wally raised his hand and touched the TV screen. His voice finally softened, along with his gaze. You swallowed dryly, looking at that puppet who had a great attachment to you. "(Name). I would give anything for your smile. So please, don't watch any other shows again." You stared at Wally in an awkward silence that made you sigh, a little nervous about the current situation. "Wally," You began, looking at the puppet who didn't break eye contact with you. "I'm not going to replace you or anything else you're afraid of. And if making you calmer means stopping watching other shows…. Then I guess I can do that." After you said that the TV went into a series of glitches that took a good few seconds, which made you a little worried. But then the screen soon returned to normal with the same classic Welcome Home scenario. And Wally had a big smile on his face. "Perfect! Well, now that this is settled. Tell me about your day!" Satisfied with your words, the puppet started a normal conversation. Making you try to ignore this situation. Well, your virtual friend is a bit demanding. But he is nice. It's easy to say that after this event you couldn't find another children's show on your TV, as if they mysteriously disappeared. Except, Welcome Home.

But this doesn't mean that you won't watch other shows and cartoons outside your home.

-no but, Elmo losing his shit over a rock is everything-

[cuddleyhoney]

hello!

hi everyone, I hope you all have been doing well <3. Since I have been m.i.a for quite a while now I thought I'd return with a small December au about Kevin Lomax! :)

reader x Kevin Lomax fluff au

The Sweetest Of Cold Days

On a cold yet sunny morning in New York, it didn't surprise you that your dear husband Kevin came to welcome you with a cup of tea to keep you warm while you were still snuggled into your warm bed.

You were thrilled to still see he was home and not in his office for once. He was still in his cozy gingham pajamas, something many probably didn't expect him to wear. He was comfortable and pleasant with you, not intimidating like he is at work or in the courtroom.

He sat next to you with a hot cup of coffee to warm his vocal cords, something only you'd know. He discussed the morning news with you and did some sudokus. You walked off into your shared bathroom with marble finishing something you'd always dreamt of. You started to shower and start your morning routine.

Kevin began to change into a casual outfit and sneaked out of the apartment the two of you lived in and began to go Christmas shopping for you! He began walking to the nearest shop that made custom trinkets!

Kevin was a very planned-out man he always had nearly everyday thought out and even had multiple calendars to keep track of his decisions and plans. The winter season was one of his favorite seasons knowing he could bundle up in cozy coats and scarves and come home with gifts each day to wrap to give to you and his co-workers.

Whilst you were at home you had finished your shower, began making the bed and lightly cleaning up around the home. You didn't know where Kevin went but you trusted him and knew he wouldn't be gone for too long. You later then began to play some 80s Christmas tunes to get the energy high!

Kevin began walking home with a gift bag and was very cheery on his way home. Waving at complete strangers and filled with joy. You were in the kitchen baking some sweet sugar cookies and the scent filled the whole room. Kevin eventually unlocked the door and walked in with presents. He hurriedly ran into his personal office in the home and locked the door to wrap the gifts himself.

You were spooked but Kevin is always mischievous. Kevin had a special snow globe that had your name engraved in it with a small couple holding hands inside the globe. It was small put had great intention behind it. Along with other things like a Chanel flap bag and a pair of cutesie Ugg boots with bows. He wrapped the gifts all except for the globe he saved as an early present.

He put the other presents under the beautiful Christmas tree and then asked you to sit on the sofa for a surprise.

You didn't know what to expect. Kevin sat next to you with something in his hands. He looked adorable with his nose a little red nose and rosy cheeks.

He handed over the small package, you began to unwrap it. Thrilled to see an adorable snow globe with a couple inside holding hands. It had your initials and his initials engraved with a small heart. He also had a small note aswell; Every time I see something special, I think of you—because you make everything brighter, warmer, and more beautiful. This gift is just a little piece of the love I carry for you every day.

The End.

[rea-grimm]

Werewolf Crocodile

You lived your whole life in solitude near the forest. There was a forest on one side and a lake with a sandy beach on the other. Your own oasis of calm, as even the rear tourists didn't venture here.

After all, everyone had heard that there was a giant werewolf with an insatiable hunger in this forest. Allegedly, people were also disappearing, but that was just a legend.

Although a werewolf did show up from time to time. A terrifying nightmare for others, something much different for you. Even though you had a full fistful of him at the moment.

Crocodile, one of the most powerful men in this country has taken a liking to your remote location. He could change here at will without anyone disturbing him. Plus, as you later found out, he loved to roll in the sand.

"Forget about it. I won't let you in until you wash up!” you said sternly blocking the door to your house.

Opposite you stood a giant werewolf with black fur that was completely covered in sand that fell off him with every step. Crocodile snarled at you, demanding his way inside.

“This doesn't work for me. You know very well where the hose is. I don't want a sandbox from my home. You have no idea how long it took me to get rid of that sand from the last time. "You replied sternly, crossing your arms over your chest. 

When you first found out the truth about him, you were scared of him. Now that you knew what he was like and what your relationship was like, you knew what you could afford. 

It wasn't just a job anymore when you rented him your land. You were something more. The crocodile snapped after you but didn't bite. He taunted you.

“Try this on people in your casino, not here! "You didn't give in. But even Crocodile wasn't going to just back down and kept growling at you.

“I'll make you a hot bath for that,” you added. But even that didn't talk him out of it. You finally got mad and slammed the door in his face, saying you were going to fill his bath. His fault if it cools off by then.

As you said, you also went to the bathroom. Before you met him, you had a classic small bathtub where you mostly showered. It was enough for your needs.

However, it was too small for Crocodile and he couldn't even sit comfortably there. Moreover, he was used to a completely different luxury. You were sure that if he could, he would turn your small house into a giant luxury villa.

But it was still your house and you weren't going to give it up without a fight. In the end, you gave way to a few changes. One of them was a new bathroom with a giant bathtub that could compete with the indoor pool in how big it was.

Your new bathtub would rather belong in a castle or a luxury hotel. You definitely wouldn't look for something like that in a small house in the middle of nowhere.

In addition, he had so many products that you could only guess what they were for. All of course first-class quality. Among all this, you also found several products for dogs. But when you knew what he was, it didn't seem so strange to you.

You turned on the hot water, and poured some products into the bath for a better experience, and also because Crocodile put up with it. The room was filled with the pleasant smell of oils in the water along with the others.

As the tub slowly filled, you dipped your hand lightly into the water. Or rather just fingers for now. As the water rose, your hand was submerged more and more. Before the tub was filled, you prepared his favourite bath robe.

As if Crocodile had a sixth sense, the door opened just as you turned off the water. The werewolf walked in, still dripping with water even though he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

He still hadn't been completely turned into a human. He still had wolf ears, and a long bushy tail that was slick from the water was flapping behind him. Long sharp claws on one hand and his classic golden hook was missing from the other.

You were actually glad he listened to you and a little surprised. He never took orders from anyone. He listened to you here and there, but it was more the other way around. Just by looking at him, you could see that he didn't like the water from the hose.

“I made you a bath as promised,” you smiled at him and tapped the edge of the bath.

"Next time you'll go under the ice water with me," he growled, still irritated by the hose. However, he did not refuse a hot bath. He took off his towel and got into the water.

“Try to understand me,” you said softly and started massaging his shoulders. You knew how stiff his muscles were after the transformation.

You felt him relax under your touch. He closed his eyes and you could see the previous rage leaving him.

"I'll get you a heated shower outside. And I don't want to hear any objections," he said after a while when he opened his eyes again. You just smiled at that. If it wasn't something huge it didn't matter.

You slowly began massaging his head as Crocodile let out a contented sigh and leaned his head more into your touch.

"Mmm, now all it needs is a cigar," he said happily.

“Not in the bath,” you answered automatically. Crocodile just chuckled at that. This time he did without it. A hot bath and your hands were enough for him.

After some time, Crocodile grabbed your hand, pulled you to him lightly and kissed you. However, it was just a small kiss. He didn't like how you bent over.

Before you knew it, he pulled you into the tub with him. You yelped in shock as you fell into the water. You felt him wrap his arms around you and pull you close.

He cupped your face and gently caressed your cheek, his claw lightly grazing your skin. 

"It's better this way," chuckled Crocodile. He leaned in slightly before kissing you. This time, however, much hungrier and more demanding than before.

Then when you pulled away, he still held you close. Intoxicated from the kiss, you felt your clothes sticking uncomfortably to you. You wanted to climb out, but Crocodile wouldn't let you. You had the impression that it was his little revenge for that hose.

"Where's the rush? He asked you with a smug smile.

“I don't like to bathe in clothes,” you replied.

“I'll get you a new one,” he said casually, capturing your lips in a kiss again. You had no right to object to this.

Crocodile Masterlist

[insomniaticdreamer]

IDEAL DATE — KUNIKIDA DOPPO

Synopsis: Basically this is a small continuation of this story written by @selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs

Warnings: none, pure Fluff although this is OOC, This will possibly be the worst thing you will ever read-

It was the weekend, this day had finally arrived, the same day that you had been waiting for, not only for you but also for the blonde man who was deep in thought.

Technically, he should have been combing his hair now if he wanted to go to the end of the date that he had organized perfectly for this day, but he simply stared at nothing while making small jumps with his leg, showing that he was nervous.

Was he nervous? HE?! THE MOST RIGHT AND CALM MAN IN MOST SITUATIONS, WHO RISKED HIS LIFE…NERVOUS ABOUT A DATE?!. Yes

It really wasn't just any date, Kunikida really had a huge appreciation for you and he felt good being with you, since you helped him in those unbearably painful and dark times, even when you didn't know it was like that, you helped him feel better, to feel a joy that I have not felt for a long time when he was immersed in that world full of nothing but them

He came out of his thoughts suddenly, because of the view he had of the sky in his room it was still the afternoon of this weekend, without being distracted anymore he grabbed the brush and began to pass it through his long hair, being careful not to make painful pulls. After a few minutes he had finished. and his hair was impeccable, he went to the bathroom to basically clean himself

As the water ran his thoughts attacked him again, this time it was more about his nerves about this situation he was facing, he shouldn't have felt nervous, right? He was sure that everything would turn out well, he was racking his brain to make a perfect plan for this day, it had to go well for the most part, so…why was he feeling nervous?

Is this how teenagers felt when it came to going with the person they liked? He was never really a teenager in love in those times, since he was more focused on other things to pay attention to his heart.

In his time as a teacher, some boys came to lose his advice so they could confess to the girl they had fallen in love with. He gave some advice that may or may not have worked but now he was in that same situation, being with a person for whom you have feelings, is that what it felt like to be someone in love? Like, fall in love very hard

Soon he came out of the bathroom after everything he had to do, his hair was dripping with some water, although first he looked in the mirror to be able to decide something...

He was again on the edge of his bed, in total silence, so he was listening lightly, you were already awake and you were getting ready just like him, since he had told you that they would go early to their date while the others were sleeping or were They just woke up and wouldn't get out of bed for a while.

He grabbed the dryer and started drying his hair, while you were already getting dressed, today was a particularly cold day so it would be better to wear warm clothes, you were already there soon, but something was missing, your hair, what you are most picky about.

You got to worry a little too much about your hair so it was an ordeal to fix it in a way that was pleasant to you and you could spend 15 minutes with just your hair, you were so focused on your hair that you didn't realize the presence behind

—You are worrying too much about something very insignificant— Said the voice behind you, you saw him in the mirror, Dazai, he was smiling warmly as he approached you.

—I really don't expect Kunikida-kun to care too much about your hair, but if you care too much, give me a moment.— His hand took the brush from you and began to comb your hair delicately and even put in some small hair pins, It could be said that he was not the best at hairstyling but he could defend himself with his decent work.

Soon he put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently while he smiled at you through the mirror. He knew you were nervous. Anyway, this is your first date in your entire life, so you wouldn't know for sure what to do, but you were confident that everything would happen. it would turn out well

You were already ready to leave so Dazai gently pushed you until you were out of your room, his lips moved but his voice didn't come out, he had only told you "have a good time" while he smiled confidently.

As soon as you came down you saw Kunikida in the living room, while he was doing some things waiting for you, Actually at this time almost no one was inside the house since they were doing other things outside either in the patio or somewhere else. only something caught your attention.

He was dressed formally for a date and for a particularly cold day like today but that wasn't the most important thing.

He didn't have his hair in its usual low ponytail, he had his hair down and fell like a waterfall down his back… Did he always have his hair this pretty?…

—You look beautiful— Your voice is somewhat choked, pressed against his arm, nervous. —I didn't know you were that cute—

Your sudden grip and your words pleasantly surprised him but he soon relaxed and smiled softly.

—Not as much as you— he whispered softly so that a few seconds later he gave you a small kiss on the forehead. —Ready?— At your confirmation he put his arm so that you could grab it as you walked towards the front door to leave.

You could see the cloudy sky and the people in warm clothes as you walked towards your destination, you clung to Kunikida's firm arm.

You couldn't really look at him directly, it was your first date with a person, you were very worried about doing something that would turn out badly.

Although you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, the tip of his nose was a little red as well as his ears were red…CUTE, seriously, how can this straight and naturally calm man be so ridiculously cute?!

Kunikida, although on the outside he had a calm and serene face, inside he wanted to faint, but it is a special occasion for you and he will swallow any treacherous feeling and is determined to do that.

They soon arrived at a cafe, comforting, perfect for a date and for a day like this, they both ordered their own, while they waited for what they had ordered they were in a comfortable silence and you were able to take a better image of him.

His hair had a few strands in front that framed it beautifully, as well as how he was dressed, everything about him looked…perfect, ideal.

Your heart started to pound as you got slightly nervous about the whole situation. After thinking so much, you looked at him directly and started to speak.

—It's a nice weather today— you smiled softly as you looked at the cloudy day. —I had no idea a coffee shop like this was so close, how much effort did you put in for a simple date?— You added, teasing him a little playfully.

He was slightly surprised, a simple date?! No-, if he could he would tell you that this was not a simple date, but he can't

—Huh, It's not like the cafe is very hidden, plus I thought you might like it— He replied as he gently adjusted his watch on his wrist, looking more relaxed. —I hope I made the right decision—

—You made a perfect decision, I love it— You smiled even more, praising his decision to bring you here as a first date.

They continued talking about different things until their order arrived, between chat and chat he stopped when he saw what was in front of him.

You had a spoon full of your dessert in front of him and on his lips, he muttered something as he watched you tease him. Soon he did what you expected and took the spoon, letting you feed him.

—Very sweet— a grimace appeared on her face as he sipped her plain coffee, complaining a little about how sugary the dessert was.

You chuckled —maybe— and continued eating.

The meal continued pleasantly, with giggles and chatter and the occasional playful tease that eased his nerves and brought you and him closer together. At one point he excused himself to go to the bathroom to wash his hands because they felt sticky from a candy of yours.

You were at the table, smiling tenderly as you sighed, you looked like a teenager discovering love and so it was, you were discovering love. Maybe with the best person with whom you could discover it

You started to get distracted by the cafeteria, employees and two girls, apparently friends, talking, one girl didn't seem to understand but was listening to the other.

Then you turned your gaze back to the street, waiting for the blonde to be ready.

Said blond who was in the bathroom yes, he was washing his hands but he was also dying of nerves, Especially when he remembered how you gave him your dessert, he was afraid he would die right there because of how fast his heart was beating.

He gently rubbed his face and patted his cheeks lightly, everything should be fine, he pulled out his notebook and opened it right to the page where he had planned this date, after organizing his ideas, he left and went with you more confident.

He helped you get up from the table and you paid for the food just to leave, again he let you hold on to his arm as you walked, Soon you two arrived at a park, there weren't too many people.

You sat under a tree, continuing with your talk, you were doing something while he was more distracted looking around and talking until he felt it and it made him react.

You had made him a small crown of flowers that were near you.

—Now you are the prince of the flowers.— Your words came out between giggles as you looked at him tenderly.

He blushed slightly and apparently wanted to say something like that but nothing came out, he just stayed silent and looked away somewhat embarrassed, making you laugh more.

Although seeing him like this, with his arm resting on his leg because of how he is sitting on the grass… he… he looked almost like a painting.

The dark purple sky with an orange stripe on the horizon made her hair match everything. He didn't look out of place there, if you saw a photo of him without context, you'd really think he was from a fairy tale.

But no, he is real, he is a fairy tale that really happens and what is happening with you.

You soon remembered something and smiled, it would be ideal for now and this first date for the two of you.

You stood up abruptly and grabbed his hand which scared Kunikida a little but he followed you, letting you take the reins of whatever it was you two were heading towards.

Although they were going away from the plan he had made, he trusted you.

you two crossed several streets until reached a small gaming site, not only virtual but also more physical. Kunikida was a little hesitant but he followed your game.

You and him spent a good time there, going from game to game. The image of Kunikida playing was strange, but it was also cute and welcome. He even won a stuffed animal…now he is your two son…his name is Carlos.

Now you and the blonde were in more physical games, which made Kunikida be more careful because he knows how strong he is, because- god, he can knock over a table with one kick and easily subdue people.

Now you yourselves were in a game circuit, with many inflatable things, passageways, ropes and you were playing hide and seek.

childish? Yes, but undeniably entertaining, especially in a place like this. You are now the one hiding from him and he is now looking for you.

He carefully walked through the entire circuit while taking in everything in his sight, looking for you, almost like a predator with how meticulous he is being.

You were going uphill, going through passages and more, until you ended up in a small tunnel-

—This place is very labyrinthine, isn't it?…— although his casual words were silenced by your sudden gasp.

You stumbled from the small scare, although the small crash against the inflatable floor never came since the flower prince caught you in time.

—Don't do that! You almost scared me to death.— Your nervous voice as you hugged him gently, relaxing

He apologized with his eyes and soon you left that labyrinth holding hands and with your flower crown somewhat damaged, but it still looked cute.

Amongst all the lively places and games you stopped at a place where you could do different thingsl

Between small laughs and good times you left there, obviously without forgetting Carlos, who was safe in your arms while Kunikida was next to you watching the small stuffed animal.

You two began to make clay figurines that with their faces were crying out for an end to their suffering, not even Dazai would go to such extremes of wanting to end it.

After the poor horrible plasticine figurines that were at least horrible together, that was the only salvageable thing they had, after that you started painting

Kunikida made a painting of a small landscape with colorful flowers of different colors and a small lake, the same landscape that he dreamed of when he was in the empty Yokohama.

You made a painting of some adorable, chubby ducklings, one with flowers, basically both ducklings were you and him, something cute that he probably wouldn't discover until a few days later.

And so several hours passed, from game to game and from activity to activity, spending fun and calm balanced moments, there came a time when in a game you could see more of that beautiful version

His hair was spread out on the surface, his flower crown previously made by you was worn out, Some flowers were missing half of their petals and simply vanished amidst all the activity that you two were doing.

Hours passed filled with memories that made both of you smile when remembering this first date.

When you came out you saw that it was night and that it had started to snow a little, you continued on your way…mostly

Before getting home you took a detour because you went to see the stars among the snowflakes, you went to the place where you and the others always go to the picnics and spontaneous camps that you do, going a little deeper into the forest.

You two spent a while watching the stars in the cold of the night, although he didn't feel the cold, he felt very warm.

He saw you out of the corner of his eye, seeing your ears and the tip of your nose reddened by the cold while you had Carlos in your arms perfectly hugged and smiled very softly, you were pure tenderness.

Although he noticed your slight trembling from the cold and he acted without really thinking about it.

You felt arms wrap around you, Kunikida was hugging you from behind, lightly resting his head on yours, At that he covered your hands with his own.

You looked up, meeting his gaze behind his glasses, soft and tender as he hugged you and held your hands with the same softness and tenderness, his cheeks flushed just like his ears, cute, very cute.

You simply looked back at his hands, masculine hands that held your smaller ones firmly and that could never match their size, hands that will keep you safe today and always.

Overall, for the blonde you are worth it even if he has to risk his life, it would only be a small price to pay if it means protecting your smile, Same smile that shines in a unique way and that he would even say came to that empty world and to those sad days that even took away his ideals, until days ago.

He dreamed of this day, the day he could hold you close, protecting you from the cold and now it's no mystery to you that his heart is beating too fast.

You stayed there, at night watching the stars, he was hugging you and Carlos, recapitulating the wonderful day you and he had today.

Definitely....an ideal date

(this is horrendous, a calamity worthy of being a capital sin in the deepest hell)

[allisonbaelfire]

Him & I

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: A Kook and a Pogue, can that go well? That was probably the first question everyone who saw JJ and Y/N together had in mind, but the doubts became even greater when you disappeared without a trace for a few days and your ex, Rafe Cameron, tells his sister that you are back together and that you cheated on JJ.

Words: 3,433

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Months Earlier / Reader P.o.V:

Feisty and quick-tempered, “doesn't think before he acts” were the words people used when they’d describe JJ Maybank. I prefer to use words like sensitive, warm, honest, humorous, protective but most of all, love of my life.

“What are you looking at?” He laughed. “I’m giving my best here!”

A light laugh escaped my lips, I noticed my cheeks turning a faint pink and the butterflies in my stomach churning as I watched JJ's attempts to make our campfire bigger, so we could eat the marshmallows.

He lifted his arms up “YEEEEES!”

He came up to me with his hand out and a big smile, turned me in a circle and hugged me from behind. JJ pulled me closer to him, kissed my shoulder and rested his head on it.

We stood like that without saying a word for a few minutes. We both wanted to freeze the moment, time should stand still. The fire was pleasant and beautiful to watch as the flames danced in the breeze. It was a clear and warm night; the stars were out, and JJ and I enjoyed every second.

“Be true with me, you promise?”

I turned around to look at him. I hadn't realized that blue eyes could be such hot fire until I saw his eyes for the first time, and they still amazed me.

If I hadn't known he needed an answer to that question I would have scoffed at it, JJ didn't even realize how crazy I was in love with him.

“I promise but if I ever catch you cheating, I’ll try to cut your –“ I paused as my eyes went down his body, stopping at his pants.

JJ swallowed but nodded, “sounds fair”

He gently stroked my cheek and started to smile. His lips moved, but he shook his head. Even with the faint glow of the fire, I could tell JJ seemed nervous. I took his hand while my other lightly gripped the back of his neck, my thumb stroking his soft blond hair, held back by his black-white baseball cap.

I gave him a soft smile, but it seemed as if his eyes would fill with fear.

“You’re my Bonnie.”

My eyebrows rose, “what?”

JJ licked his mouth nervously and took off his baseball cap, "You are my Bonnie, and I will be your Clyde, you are my ride or die.. I mean, I wouldn't see the point of living on if one of us died.” He kissed my forehead.

I loved JJ's words as he often found it difficult to express what he was feeling, but it also worried me a bit. His eyes avoided mine and he rubbed his hands together.

“And I know we're way too young to marry, besides, “ He stopped and looked around his property, seeming disappointed. “I have nothing to offer you, but I will always be honest with you and keep my promises. Y/N I will love you forever if you let me.”

"Love" JJ didn't say things like "I love you" very often, he showed it through his gestures, he would touch me whenever he could, he gave me such reassurance and warmth even if he was just gently stroking my arm with his thumb or placing his hand on my leg. It never bothered me, even if Sarah and Kie found it strange and often asked me about it.

My eyes started to fill with water, nobody had ever said something so beautiful to me and I've never felt so safe. I was always very scared to trust, but I knew JJ meant every word, every word was honest.

He took my wrist and gently put a self-made bracelet around it, “It has two strands. This thin chain,” He pulled his necklace over his shirt and showed it to me. “Looks like the one my mom left for me. And this with the three white gems is our future.” I met his eyes and he smirked. “One-“ he pointed his finger on the first gem, “is for when I can finally buy you a real ring and will ask you to marry me in a pretty suit.” I chuckled. “Two, is for when we finally marry and all Kooks and Pogue’s won’t believe that someone like you only wants to be with me, and three, is when I’ve a mini you and me, and we’ll teach her, it doesn’t matter if you’re a Kook or a Pogue, when you love each other.”

“I love you JJ Maybank and I’d be happy to be your wife in the future.” He was about to kiss me, but I stopped him. “And I want to thank you, for all of this, even if you think you don’t have much to offer, you’re more than enough and all I need is and will forever be you.”

I slowly pulled my shirt off over my head and let it fall to the ground. My body was bathed in the flickering light of the warm fire and while JJ had seen me hundreds of times before, it was somehow different for both of us this time. He tried to say something to me but couldn't take his eyes off me. Then my hands slid over JJ's chest, slowly down to the bottom of his t-shirt, which I slowly pulled off.

He leaned down slightly and picked me up by the legs. He held my butt with one hand and my back with the other as he kissed my chest, then laid me gently on our picnic blanket.

“I love you” He whispered.

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A few months later:

“What?”

Sarah and Kie looked at JJ with a sad devastating look, knowing how much they broke JJ's heart.

“He told me this morning and I heard her saying his name as he left the room.” Sarah replied soft.

JJ rubbed his hand over his mouth and turned around. He crossed his arms over his head, which slowly sank to the floor.

A few days have passed since the JJ and you last saw each other. It was not untypical that you disappeared for 1-2 days, your parents grounded you almost regularly or took away your phone. Most of the time it didn't stop JJ and you and you'd sneak out the window at night to see him and be home before sunrise.

But JJ did remember that a few days ago you were going to that "Kook-Party", to see some old friends. He didn't like the thought of it even when you told him about it, mainly because he didn't trust the Kooks any further than he could throw them and he didn't like that your ex, Rafe Cameron would be there too.

Rafe and you had a very intense relationship because Rafe was also a very intense but also impulsive person. The relationship lasted about a year, meanwhile JJ and you had been together for a longer time, but the thought of leaving you alone with Rafe worried him still. Rafe had difficulties keeping his hands to himself when it came to you.

Kie walked over to JJ and put her hand on his shoulder hoping to give him some comfort.

“We should never have trusted her, sorry for watching for so long.”

You and Kie weren't the best of friends, which is probably due to Kiara's jealousy, since she had feelings for JJ at one point. Kiara was a Kook herself, but she never trusted you, your family and the Camerons were best friends, which was a thorn in her side, even though she now saw Sarah as a friend, you were left out, but for JJ's sake you got along when you had to.

“Bullshit” JJ mumbled.

Kie took a step towards him, “I know it’s hard but, in the end, we knew she’d go back to his money”

He faced her and Sarah, “If I had a million dollars or was down to ten cents, she'd be down for whatever, I never had to convince Y/N to stay.”

Sarah sighed. “I don’t want to believe this either, I always liked Y/N. When she was with Rafe, she was like my sister and it didn’t change when she was with you and I thought I know her, especially after she told me a hundred times how much she loved you, but fact is, I heard her this morning in his bedroom.”

JJ shook his head frantically, putting on his baseball cap.

Kiara reached out for his arm, “What’re you up to?”

He clenched his teeth, “See, that's my down bitch, see she’s my soldier. She keeps that thang-thang if anyone goes there. Calm and collected, she keeps her composure. And you better believe, she gonna ride for me until this thing over.”

He yanked himself away from Kiara's grasp and jumped onto his bike. A thousand thoughts running through his mind as he pedaled flat out to the Camerons' home.

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Two Days earlier – Kook Party / Reader P.o.V:

“Oh, come on Y/N, I just wanna talk.” Rafe lifted his arms up.

I raised my beer cup at him, “And I wanna party with my friends.”

I swayed back towards the beach, after Rafe lured me to him because he wanted to give me a message from Sarah, which of course was a lie.

Rafe and I hadn't been a couple for almost two years and our relationship ended due to him controlling me and his aggressions. For Rafe it was only a matter of time before I would cheat on him or leave him, although I never even thought about it, he would check my phone, my schedule and if anything seemed suspicious to him, he would freak out. In retrospect I was always able to calm him down and he apologized for days with the best gifts he could find, but at some point, I no longer had the strength to take care of him anymore, because in the end the relationship was nothing more, I took care of him, while draining my energy.

I felt him running after me, but I wasn't scared. Rafe did a lot of things that weren't always right, but I was sure he would never hurt me.

Every step I took felt heavier than the one before. I became increasingly dizzy and light-headed. I hadn't drunk enough to justify feeling this way - something was wrong.

I was trying to find my phone in my pocket when the beer cup fell off. I was going to call JJ, he needs to get me, he needs to be with me, JJ..

“Ah, sweetheart, I’ll take care of this.” Rafe took my phone and smiled at me while lifting me up.

“Don’t” I mumbled. “wh-what did you do to me?”

“You’ll just sleep a little bit, my love and tomorrow, we can talk about new beginnings.” Rafe replied and my eyes shut down.

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Present Day:

My head hurt, at first, I didn't know where I was until I felt the covers. This satin, no, it can't be.

I looked down and saw a pair of gold pajamas that were also satin, with Rafe lying next to me, asleep. I started crying thinking of JJ I would never cheat on him - why was I in Rafe's bed? Where were my clothes?

I tried to remove the covers from my body as quietly as possible. I caught myself stopping to breathe, trying not to wake Rafe. When I finally got close to the door and tried to open it, it was firmly locked, and the key was nowhere to be seen.

“I knew it.” I hissed.

If I had gone with Rafe voluntarily then the door would not be locked or at least there would be a key in it, he must have put something in my drink.

“Wanna leave so soon?” He asked in a smokey voice.

“You psycho”

He smiled, “don’t be rude, I bet you haven’t slept like that in a long time, I remembered you loved those sheets.” Rafe got up. “At least it’s better than sleeping on the ground or in some cabin with a pogue.”

“That Pogue you refer on will beat your ass, if he finds out what you did to me.” I pointed my finger at him.

He smirked as his eyes were walking all over my body, “What I did? Baby, the Kooks saw how you held onto me, you practically clung to me as I carried you home.”

“This, is not my home. JJ is my home.”

Rafe's face formed and you knew the look all too well, he came towards you and pushed you against the door.

“Already forgotten how happy we used to be, that I was your home? If you hadn't fallen asleep yesterday, I would have liked to remind you. But that will have to wait now.”

He grabbed me and threw me on the bed. Rafe got his clothes a blue jeans and a white polo shirt. He took the room key, I immediately jumped off the bed and tried to grab the key, but Rafe was stronger than me and threw me to the ground. I banged my head hard on the closet, feeling slightly dizzy and seeing the regret in Rafe's eyes.

“Rafe…” I spoke soft while holding my head.

He bite his lip, “I’ll be back.”

He opened the door and made sure to pull it shut within two seconds

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“Did I just hear Y/N’s voice?” Sarah asked as she seemed to be already waiting for Rafe.

Rafe didn't know what to say at first because he was overwhelmed with the situation, he didn't want to hurt you, actually, he just wanted a chance to talk to you. He couldn't stand how happy you were with JJ, he couldn't stand seeing someone else having you.

“Yes, and none of your business.” I think we should go to Dad now, he’s expecting us, right?” Rafe pushed Sarah to walk in front of him while locking the door behind him.

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JJ arrived at the Cameron House. He sneaked behind the House and discovered an open window, on the second floor. JJ noticed that nobody was home except for the security people at the entrance. A tree was favorable to climb, but as he happened to look down, he noticed the bracelet he had made for you. He had a strange gut feeling and had to follow it.

He climbed up the tree with ease and jumped in the window. JJ was visibly impressed by the huge house of the rich and beautiful. He was often in Kiara's house, but it wasn't nearly as big as the Camerons'.

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After you fell to the ground, realizing your head was bleeding slightly, you fell right on the edge of the closet. Even though it hurt, you couldn't have cared less. You got up and started pounding and screaming on the door like crazy.

It seemed nobody heard you, “C’mon Sarah, you’re my friend not only this psycho’s sister.” You grabbed a chair and threw it against the door, “LET ME OUT!”

JJ's legs moved on their own when he heard you scream, he ran straight in your direction and banged hysterically on the door.

“Y/N, is that you?” He asked while trying to open the door.

“JJ!”

He leaned his head against the door lock and saw you in the golden Pyjama, then took a few steps back. It was obvious that Rafe locked Y/N in his room that he was so crazy that JJ gave him credit for it, but he wondered why she was even here, wearing this…

“Please, JJ get me out.” You started crying.

His hands started sweating, “Why are you here, Y/N?”

Your eyes got bigger, JJ was insanely scared to trust, he told you that at the beginning of the relationship and you stood in Rafe's room with nothing more than a pair of skimpy pajamas.

“No, no, no, JJ!” You started. “He did something in my drink, and I got dizzy, and I-I fell asleep, he grabbed me and brought me here.”

JJ said nothing, he had a hard time to believe your words.

Y/N slowly fell to the ground with tears in her eyes, understanding JJ's situation. She also thought this morning that Rafe had made her do it, even though Y/N knew she would never cheat on JJ, Rafe had put a good plan into action.

“Cross my heart, I hope to die but JJ, I’d never lie. I promised to be true.”

He looked at the bracelet he made for you and pulled it closer to him.

“They don't wanna see us make it, they just wanted to divide us from the start, and I swear, when I’m getting out of here, I won't let anything ever break us.”

His gut feeling was never wrong, and it brought him to you, JJ trusted you more than anything even when it was hard for him sometimes.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

JJ shook the door; he was trying to determine how solid it was and if it was easy to kick in.

“Okay, Y/N, go a few meters away and turn around, with the back to the door.” JJ turned around so that his back was standing against the wall. “Done?”

“Done!”

He kicked back at the door several times with full force, and it opened.

You jumped into his arms. One arm grabbed your waist while his other arm held your head. JJ felt something warm and sticky in your hair and looked at his hand. It was blood.

He let go of you and his face turned, “What did he do?”

“Its not that bad lets get home.”

But JJ was not gonna have it, Rafe took of you clothes and touched your body, also he hurt you.

He was clenching his teeth. “Y/N, what did he do?”

Sarah and Kie came from behind and looked shocked.

“Told ya she cheated.” Kie pointed at my Pyjamas but noticed JJ’s angry face. “You don’t need her, let’s leave.”

Hoping she misheard, Y/N walked up to Kiara and was about to slap her in the face, but JJ grabbed her hand first and stood between them.

“I know you only want what's best for me, but if you talk about my fiancé like that again, we've been friends for the longest time.”

Kiara just nodded.

“Fiance?” Sarah sounded confused. “When did this happen?”

You grabbed JJ’s Hand with a soft smile, “Lets get home.”

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„Fiancé, huh?“

JJ had a bright smile on his face, pulling out Rafes Pocket full of money, he stole.

JJ put your bracelet back on. „Now, I can buy you your ring and nobody will ever try to touch you again, if you still want me.“

You nodded and gave him a kiss.

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Outside the house, JJ saw Rafe's car pulling up. He was sure you hadn't noticed since you explained to Sarah and Kie what had happened. Rafe and JJ looked at each other until JJ started walking towards him.

“Really, you psycho?!” JJ pointed his finger at him. “You're already so desperate that you drug her and then hurt her?”

JJ clenched his fist and before Rafe even got out of his car, JJ pulled his fist out with full force and punched him, again and again.

You heard JJ and ran towards the two of them, you had never seen him so angry before.

“JJ!” You grabbed his arm before he could punch Rafe once more. “He doesn’t fight back.”

You were right, Rafe hadn't even tried to fight back. He regretted what he did and from his point of view he deserved to be hit by JJ repeatedly.

You pulled JJ away from him slightly and saw Rafe's swollen bloody face. You took JJ's face in your hands and rested your head against his forehead.

“I’m okay-“

“-But he-“

You looked at him, “We’re okay.” You kissed his cheek and looked to Kie, to keep JJ away from Rafe.

Sarah ran to her brother and helped him up, he could barely stand, and his eye was completely black and bloody, Rafe's jaw appeared to be broken too.

“Get him to a hospital.” You ordered Sarah. “And keep your mouth shut about who did this, then I won't be filing charges of drug abuse and kidnapping.”

“Y/N,” Rafe whispered. “I’m so sorry, I just wanted us back. I love you.”

You chuckled while pointing at JJ, “You see him? It’s always gonna be Him & I.”

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I really hope you liked my first obx story, please let me know in the comments! <3

[1-ker0sene-1]

The Dead Do Talk

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish / Reader

(Wheelchair User Reader)

Chap1, Chap2, Chap3, Chap4

"Hell and High Water P.1"

Word Count: 4.2k

CW: gunfire, corpse description, threats, wheelchair user slur, car wreck

     Getting in the city isn't hard. The roads are cluttered with cars, but most have already been pushed to make way. Johnny's brows furrow at the sights. It isn't like the town. It's not just abandoned and run down. No. It's a fucking disaster. Buildings burned, cars piled up and wrecked. He takes a glance your way, finding you unbothered and only focused on the road ahead.

"This wasn't just the dead-"

     The blue eyed man mumbles out.

     You shake your head. Forcing yourself to look away from the writhing charred bodies that were in a flipped car, looking over to John instead.

"I know getting shot isn't very pleasant and all-"

     Johnny snorts at the comment and shakes his head.

"But.. in a way I think you're lucky. First month was a fuck show to put it lightly."

     You mutter. Your hand lifting to pinch the bridge of your nose as you recount it all.

"Riots in the first few weeks.. people were already turning on eachother. The town stayed pretty civil, most people just left. But the city? Fuck.. They tore eachother apart before the dead could. Then when the dead overran?.. the horde earlier is a cake walk compared to this."

     Johnny listens quietly with a few nods, brows furrowed together tightly. You're both stressed on this. The best idea is to get through fast. In one end of the city, out the other. He held the steering wheel with white knuckles. You hold your rifle in your lap. You're getting to the more dense parts of the city, no longer skirting the outside streets.

"Ye think they would've dropped a bomb on this place.."

     John mumbles under his breath. You watch his expression, the creases under his eyes when he narrows them in focus. You shrug at his words.

"They were focused on getting people out.. besides-"

     You look around at the burned buildings.

"The damage was already done."

     The two of you spent an hour or so navigating the truck through the streets, having to go around several pile ups of cars. It was painstakingly slow. Every inch of progress was due to a mile of runarounds. Doing the best you can to not have to get out of the truck. Not that Johnny wouldn't carry you through. He just didn't want to risk anything happening to either of you. And you would rather not give him that burden for as long as possible. Johnny can't help but stare in slight frustration at the slight tremble in his hands whenever they stop to check directions.

     The pencil shakes just as much as he does when it's between his fingertips. Letting out a grunt as he tried to drag a simple straight line across the page. He can feel your eyes on him. The two of you were shacked up in a small bedroom of a house, a week into your travels together. Laying on your side, Johnny just barely a foot away in his own sleeping bag. Despite your disapproval, most of the blankets were wrapped around you.

"You alright?"

     You mumble out to him. He nods shortly. Before letting out a tsk and putting the journal and pencil aside next to the lantern between the two of you.

" 'm fine bon.. Just- fuckin' tired of not bein' tha same."

     The scott grumbles.

"My aim too."

     He scoffs in disappointment with himself.

     You raise a brow but smile a little.

"Gunshot to the head and you're mad your hands shake? .. You're gonna be okay John.. you just got back on your feet maybe a week ago. Give your body some time. Besides, you miss a shot? I'll be there to hit the target with you."

     You assure. Leaving him to stare softly at you as you reach over to shut off the lantern. Putting you both in darkness.

"Johnny?"

     He blinks out of the memory, looking over at you. You, who taps the map on the next street to go down. Raising your brow at him.

"Still with me?"

     You joke.

     Johnny nods and puts the truck in gear again, starting to pull forward to the road you pointed out. Letting out a hum of acknowledgment.

"Always hen."

     He says simply. Continuing the trip forward.

     Rain had started pelting down on the truck, washing over the windows and the windshield. It wasn't too hard to drive through, but it was worrying for the night to come. It was going to be cold. They had previously been lucky with weather, no storms or rain, god help you if it snows this winter. Johnny pulls the steering wheel to the right, the main road was cut off by a wreck. The other direction was blocked by a mess of corpses that had been crushed by pieces of a burned building.

     The truck screeches to a stop. You're looking at the map when you hear John's breath hitch in his throat. You look to him first, the way his blue eyes widen, a whole storm brewing in those seas. The way his tan skin pales. Lips parted.

"John..?"

     You mutter. Your voice breaks him, instantly pulling the shift back into reverse. A string of curses too fast to understand leaving his mouth. He's looking over his shoulder as he violently pulls the truck back, the tires screech on asphalt. You finally look forward.

     A building, alight in flames. Your map drops into your lap. Staring at the massive horde of dead that lingers in front of the fire, drawn by the crackling. One turns, hearing the truck, another.. You can't take your eyes off them, but you hear Johnny calling your name. Until his hand takes your shoulder, giving you a light shake.

"Directions-! Where can we go!?"

     Hands feebly grasping at the map, your eyes snap down to find a way out of your situation. That horde was bigger than the one on the highway. One that size could flip the truck with ease. Looking at the map you curse in frustration, shoving it in the duffel next to you. Leaning over you look back with John. Your eyes lock on the writhing mass you avoided before.

"We have to ram through- the other way is blocked."

     Johnny glances at you with an open mouth, but he can't bring himself to object when he has no plan of his own. He whirls the truck around, flooring it towards the small barricade of rotten flesh. Even though you're wearing a seatbelt, Johnny's arm outstretches across your stomach to keep you in place. Your hand grips his arm with white knuckles.

     First you hear the crunching, the sharp breaking of bones under the mass of the tires. The gargled wails of the dead. You pull in a shaky breath as the tires start to spin out on the mixture of cement and corpses, looking to Johnny to what can only be described as pure panic. Once he sees it on your face his hand bunches the fabric of your shirt in a fist. Looking forward as he pulls in reverse just a couple feet.

"Johnny-"

     You blurt. Looking back over the seat. The dead are gaining on you, stumbling together in a crowd towards the back of the truck.

"I know- I know bonnie-!"

     The man stresses in return, hollering over the revving of the vehicle. He hammers the gas once again, crunching bones, again. The sound has to be burned into your skull by now. This time, the back tires push through. Sending the truck flying forward down the street. You slump into the seat with a shuttered breath of relief. Still squeezing his arm tight to yourself.

     Johnny momentarily glances at you, shrinking with relief as you do. Letting out a deep breath as he talks to you softly now, his fist opening to a palm.

"We're ok- I told ye we'd be-"

"Johnny look OUT-"

     You barely get to warn him. Before something slams through the windshield from above. Debris from the withering building in front of you. The truck slams to a stop, hitting the breaks hard, the result of Johns instincts. But it's too late. The slam wrenched his head forward, colliding with the steering wheel. Yours hitting the dash.

     Fuck. His head hurts. Johnny's eyes barely flitter open. The throbbing ache just above his brows assaults his brain. His limbs feel impossibly heavy. His temple is pressed to the steering wheel, struggling with himself to come to his senses. You're calling for him, yelling his name, he can see it on your lips. He can only mutter yours in return. You have a knife, you swing- but not at him. Surely not at him.

     No. You strike the blade down on a corpse trying to crawl through the window. His ears are ringing. He feels you grip the collar of his shirt, trying to pull him from the driver seat. Undoing his seatbelt. His hearing is coming back, so does his common sense.

"John get up-!"

     He looks at you, closing his eyes tightly and opening them again. Taking in the true situation.

"Johnny please! You have to get up-"

     They're fucked. His ears have stopped ringing, leaving the sounds of it all to rush on him like a tidal wave. The dead groaning, the rain, the distant fire still crackling, your voice. Your voice is calling for him. You're still driving back the corpses, plunging your blade into any head that peeks into the broken window towards him. Hauling him as much as you could towards yourself, which was merely at least his upper half hanging in the passenger seat with you. You pulled the duffel closer, your rifle on your back.

     He's still reeling. Johnny's eyes flicker about the car. What are they going to do? They're going to lose the truck. He has to get you out. You. Fuck he has to get you to safety. He can feel blood running down his temple. Your hands cup his face, guiding his head to look away from the mess and just to you. Only you.

"John. Look at me. Alright?"

     Your thumbs gently dig into his jaw, grounding him with the action.

"There's a school. Just a couple blocks. Two blocks away and we're safe. John.. I need you. I need you to get up."

     The words seem to snap some sort of unseen band inside him. The scott lurches forward, arms wrapping around your midriff. Hauling both you and himself out the passenger door. You grab the strap of the duffel bag over his shoulder as you both fall from the height of the truck. He grunts as his back collides with the wet pavement, you're on top of him. Providing a familiar weight on his chest that would be comforting in any situation but this one.

"I got ye."

     John rasps, pulling himself together for the sake of both of you. Pulling himself to stand steady with you, easing you over his shoulder as he scrambled away from the dead clawing at the other side of the truck. Stay with me bon.. He thinks. Stay with me I'll get you there.

"Two rights Johnny. Just down the street."

     You tell him quickly. Raising your rifle to cover the both of you. Johnny steel's himself as the rush begins. He moves forward quickly, shoving past any corpse in his way. Doing his best to simply move past or push them down. The dead are brittle really, a hard shove can send them to the ground long enough to make a run for it. But there is so many.

     Corpses in front of him are knocked down, the ones gaining behind are shot down by you. Two blocks. Johnny reminds himself. Not much further. Just another block. He can feel you tensed up. Gritting your teeth as you prop up a little to reload the rifle.

"Last right John."

     You tell him between heavy breaths. The rain was pouring down on the both of you, Johnny couldn't differentiate the feelings of the water from the blood rushing down his face.

     There it is. The double doors of a highschool building. It looks relatively untouched, or at least the building looks stable. He makes a full sprint towards it, eyes narrowing seeing the metal chains looping between the handles.

"Fucks sake-"

     He snarls in frustration. Coming closer, he slips you off his shoulder. Letting you slump into his side, arm tight around your hip to hold you up so you don't crumple beneath the weakness of your legs. Using his free hand to wrench at the chains.

     You have your rifle reloaded, going right back to shooting down approaching corpses.

"We don't have much time!"

     You warn. The crowd of dead is getting thicker, moving together like a looming cloud. Thunderous constant groans, snapping jaws and blank stares. Never quite looking at you. Just forward with milky orbs.

     Johnny pulls the last of the chain out of the handles, tossing them aside. Pushing the door open just enough to slip you and himself inside. Once on the other side of the wood, he whirls around. Throwing his forearms to the doors, pressing them closed. Slamming his knee up against it as well, giving you a little space to sit. John never liked sitting you on the floor. He'd rather use himself as a damn human stool than sit his lass on the ground. He lets out deep breaths, looking over for something to block the doors.

"Alright hen we-"

     There's just a moment, where the cock of a shotgun and the click of your rifle goes off at the same time.

     His back goes rigid, his jaw flexing in frustration. How many things can possibly go wrong today? He presses himself in front of you, despite your hushed mumble of protest. You prop the rifle carefully on the edge of his shoulder, having a steady aim on the threat.

"You were the ones making a fucking mess out there?"

     A hoarse voice calls out with a sharpened scowl. You keep the rifle trained on him, staying quiet. Swallowing thickly as Johnny struggles to keep the doors closed against the dead. The older man, with a round face and a five o'clock shadow, has his own gun trained on John. You did not fucking need this right now.

     There's movement behind an overturned desk, in an instant you turn your aim towards it. Now having a middle aged woman in sight, dark curls adorn her head, along with a seemingly deep etched frown. Your aim makes the man bristle.

"Put your gun down girl."

"She dinnae take orders from you."

     Johnny growls. You keep your aim where it is. The woman shifts uncomfortably, standing slowly and raising her hands. Her voice is shaky, full of anxiety.

"The dead are going to break through- please- shooting eachother does nothing if we just get torn apart anyways."

     She tries to reason, your eyes narrow. The old man grunts.

"They need to get out."

You scoff at such a suggestion.

"We're not going anywhere."

     John presses his shoulder to the doors, which seem to breathe inwards with the flux of the corpses shoving against the bending wood. Frustration seeps deep in his aching bones, holding the doors shut he can't do much to defend you. He grunted and managed to grit out.

"His first. Drop it."

"Over my dead body!"

     The man snaps, his chest shudders as he lets out a wheezy cough. Johnny sees the way your eyes narrow and turn the gun back to the older man.

"We could do it that way-"

     You say bluntly. The other woman let's out a sound of stress, moving to the old mans side. Pressing down on the gun to lower it.

"Please! Please don't. We can help eachother. He can't hold the door much longer."

     Johnny watches you glance up at him, worry etched deep in your eyes. No. No hen you're doing fine. He wants to console you. I can keep holding. You look over to a bookshelf in the corner, gesturing to it. Lowering your rifle. You speak to the woman, finding her more reasonable.

"The shelf. If you two push it in front he can let go of the doo-"

     The sour man scoffs.

"Why don't you get up and do-"

     Johnny hasn't wanted to shoot a living person this badly in a long time. His fists clench against the now splintering wood.

"She can't. Just help for fucks sake."

     The scott snaps. But it sends the two strangers into action without much thought into his words. Pushing and dragging the shelf towards the set of double doors.

     As soon as the bookshelf is pushed closer, Johnny's arms wind around your waist. Holding you securely to him, your back pressed to his chest as he pulls you away. Letting the man and woman push the shelf in front of the doors, effectively holding them closed. How are they supposed to trust these people? How are they supposed to get the fuck out of the building? Feeling your hand rest on his forearm, his thoughts still. He helps you over to a desk, easing you into the chair, humming softly in response to your mumble of appreciation. But you don't let go of him.

"John you're bleeding."

" 'm fine lass. Dinnae matte-"

"It's your stitches. Of course it matters."

     You stress at him, looking up at the scott in alarm. Lifting your hand to start wiping away the blood. You worry so much bonnie.. Johnny sighs at you, taking your hand and putting it back on the rifle.

"When we're safe. We can look at it."

     He says, to which you nod. John slings the duffel off his shoulder and onto the desk top. Fuck. That was all the supplies they have now. Your bloody hand taking the rifle as the other two people in the room turn back towards you.

"She really can't get up? She bit?"

     The old man questioned with a pointed gaze. Johnny was getting tired of his voice real quickly. You however, just chuckle tiredly.

"Not bitten. Just can't walk-"

     The man huffs in disdain.

"So you're a crippl-"

"Disabled. She's a disabled vet."

     Johnny corrected sharply with a slight curl like snarl of his lip.

     The two men seem to stare at eachother for a moment, Johnny's eyes flare in anger. Those usual calm blues that look at you so softly, now sharp and jagged with ice. The woman across the room nervously pulls her dark curls back from her face, coming over to push on the older man's chest.

"Randall that's enough. please."

     Despite her face being more angular and sharp than Randalls, her demeanor is much more gentle. She looks at both you and Johnny with nothing but sympathy.

"I'm sorry about him- .. It's just.. people we have run into haven't exactly been.. Kind."

     She tries to put it lightly.

"I'm J, can I ask your names?"

     The dead are still by the doors, but now that the group is talking quieter they seem to disperse just slightly. Now that they can't see you, only hearing hushed whispers. But still, it was too dangerous to leave through this exit.

"This is John."

     You introduce your sargeant, then yourself after. Johnny still stands close to the desk where you sit, still uneasy in general about these people. He speaks up sternly. He doesn't seem interested in small talk.

"Tha building secure? Been here long?"

     J sighs and shakes her head, gesturing over to the hall, which was blocked with stacks of desks and chairs.

"We only ran in here a few hours ago.. the horde has been filtering through the city until they stopped at the fire- .. The hallways and classrooms are full of the dead too."

     You let out a sigh, running a hand over your face in frustration. Trapped from both ends. The last thing the both of you wanted today. Johnny pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Cannae do anythin' t'night.. Have ta let tha dead stumble off."

     The sargeant mutters under his breath, pulling up a chair to sit next to you. His arm instinctively rests on the back of the chair you sit in.

"And whose fault is that?"

     Randall grunts, throwing himself down in a chair across the room. The shotgun resting on his leg. J gives him a look, as if begging him to shut up. Johnny opens his mouth to snap back, but you beat him to it.

"I'd say maybe the corpses? Or y'know- the fact that the world went to shit."

     Not giving the old man much attention, you turn your eyes back to your trusted companion.

"We need a plan.. to draw them away in the morning-"

     You say to Johnny. But it seems he's paying more attention to your rain covered form, the way you shiver once in a few moments, the way your clothes stick to your skin as they're soaked through. His are wet too, but he can't bring himself to care much. But by the way your eyes rake over him with a frown, you do. Worrying again wee hen?

"John?"

"Aye I know.. we'll figure somethin' out."

     You watch as Johnny is shrugging off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. You catch his shoulder before he pulls away, your thumb rubs a circle against his skin.

"Let me take a look at your stitches then.. We have to wait till morning anyways-"

     The other two seem to be settling as well, they have a couple backpacks in the corner beside them. The woman, J, seems to dig through one, before pulling out medication for the older man. You turn your head away from them to focus on Johnny. Pulling the duffel bag closer.

"I know I put your painkillers in here.. that little med pack from the gas station last week should be too.."

     You mutter to yourself.

     The slam to the head seems to be catching up to your soldier, he lifts his hand to brush his fingers against the open wound. Definitely ripped a few stitches, he can see you grimace on his behalf. But you pull out the bottle of pills and a small red bag, ready to work on him.

"Shite is too hectic ta be worryin' bout me hen."

You quirk a brow and chuckle at him.

"Stop making me worry then soldier."

Finding a needle and medical thread, your eyes stay down at the bag. But you can feel Johnny looking at you, with those blue eyes. Thinking too much for his own good, you can already tell.

"Don't give me the look."

" 'm worried lass... 'm worried bout tha city..tha dead.. gettin' ye through.."

"Thought we aren't supposed to be worrying John.."

Grabbing a rag from the duffel, you glance up at Johnny. Meeting his softened icy eyes with your own, the way his brows furrow and lift in worry. You sigh, hand outstretching to carefully grasp his jaw. Your other hand wiping away the blood on the side of his head from his temple. Your thumb brushing over the scar on his chin absentmindedly.

"We're okay."

"The last time I told ye that we ended up in a crash bon... now yer soakin' wet an' shiverin'..."

"We're alive. That's what matters.."

Cleaning up his head, you get to stitching. Unsurprisingly, the man sits like an absolute rock. Letting you stitch up his head. You'd think he'd wince, flinch, shift .. Something. But he stays perfectly still for you, not that you don't see his clenching and unclenching fist on the desk in front of you.

"You know it wasn't your fault Johnny."

He sighs quietly hearing your words.

"I should've been payin' attention. If we dinnae crash.. We could've been outta tha city by now."

You frown at him, still focused on carefully moving the needle through his skin.

"I directed you just as much as you drove.. It's no one's fault. And if it is? I'm just as much to blame."

Your words quiet him, he can't think of a response still blaming himself. You pull the stitches together carefully to close the wound again, using your knife to cut the thread at the end. You reach for a bandage in the red bag. John grunts.

"C'mon now. I dinnae need that-"

"Whine later sargeant. I want these stitches to stay and heal."

You huff in return at him, your hand slips around to the nape of his neck to urge him closer. To which he leans down towards you, letting you wrap the bandage over the stitches securely and around his head.

There's a thud against the double doors, most likely a corpse stumbling into it. All four of you jolt. Randall squeezes his gun, J grasps her bag. Your head snaps to the door, trying to listen to the pairs of footsteps. Johnny, his arm shoots out to grab your own, the pad of his thumb nestled gently to the crook of your elbow. He's ready to grab you at any second, just take you away when things get rough.

You take a deep breath, placing your hand over Johnny's. Still staring at the door despite him still staring at you.

".. We're getting out of the city.. We're just.. On a detour."

John grumbles and looks at the other two in the room with narrowed eyes, before looking back to you with a sigh.

"Ye and yer scenic routes lass.."

{WOO this took WAY too long. But I'm excited. Had to split this into a part two, because let's just say things will not calm down. Johnny's so worried about you, so let's give him something to worry about yeah?}

(tag list: @sadstone-s @lolly145 @mangoguy @kaoyamamegami @waiting-so-long @ikohniik @bossva @kaelyn-lobrutto24 )

[eldritch-spouse]

While yall awfully horny, i'm gonna be open with Hudds

Hudds, i really like how you are filled with knowledge. Like, i could ask you anything about the world and you will answer me without hesitation.

You are very well-read, you are not afraid to critique ignorance. You look like someone who isn't afraid to stand up for their opinion.

I love guys who's dedicated to their interests, you are a good conversationalist, we could share our knowledge about the world.

You really seems like a interesting person that could discuss so many things together, and i wanna meet with you more often. So, wanna hang out together someday? We could translate some books if you want

[You saved the other anons' asses, congrats.]

(He sits there, listening in silence for a few moments. Slowly but surely, light taints his cheeks.)

" That's... Quite the flattery. "

(Stunned is putting it lightly.)

" I am... I'm very glad that's the way you feel about me. It's- I certainly aspire to be that way! "

(For once, his discomfort isn't born of something you said that set him off.)

" ... Suppose I wouldn't mind feedback from someone like you in my future translation endeavors. "

(He spaces out for a moment, picturing something.)

" Yes, perhaps... One day. "

(Eventually, he sets a calmer gaze upon you, looking distinctly pleased. It's almost a bit contagious. He nods to you, great horns shining in the light.)

" I admit, things have gone much smoother than last time. You have... Surpassed my expectations. "

" I dare say I enjoyed myself here. Clearly, I was right to have approached you, you're not some witless moron bumbling around. "

(Hudsyn says this like it's a surprise even to himself.)

" And... Of course, I appreciate your availability thus far. "

(The lights in the room start flickering, failing. Your guest looks unbothered by this, continuing to smile and speak softly.)

" It has been pleasant. "

" I will see you soon- "

(As the demonoid's speech fades to murmuring, you just barely manage to catch his last words.)

" My protégé... "

(When darkness engulfs the room, you're left in complete suspense, maybe a bit of fear even.)

(It takes a few seconds before they buzz and crackle back to full power, revealing a vacant seat, the cup you offered Hudd lying there alone.)

[lifeiskentastic]

Ken makes a gift to the gn!Reader

Gif by @gay-bucky-barnes

A/N: I seem to be the type of writer who goes on tumblr once a month, posts something from drafts, and then goes back into the shadows. well, that's my role…

Summary: Ken makes a sudden (but very pleasant) gift to the gn!Reader;

Word count: 660 words;

Hope you like it!

Over the past week, something very strange has been happening in Barbieland. Not only did you barely see Ken, but when you did get a chance to say hello, he seemed to evaporate (or ducked into the first pile of fallen autumn leaves he could find, just to avoid meeting you). Before that, you literally woke up facing each other. Now, however, you get up with an empty space on the bed next to you. And it wasn't so much confusing as it was frightening. If Ken has once again come up with a (necessarily ridiculous) reason to avoid you, then you just have to talk to him immediately! But how can you do that if as soon as you make eye contact with him, he runs to hide behind the nearest corner? Your sincerely human soul simply could not find a place for itself.

And so it would have continued, if suddenly at the end of the week, Ken himself had not dared to approach you. With his hands behind his back, his lower lip bit and his eyes on you intently.

"Ken..." You knew that in a situation like this you shouldn't rush and provoke, so you remained motionless in your seat in the middle of the bed, as if trying not to scare a wild animal.

Ken began to roll from heel to toe, watching you with a keen, studying gaze.

"Ken, what's wrong?" Perhaps if you hadn't been abruptly pulled out of a sweet, lingering sleep by your sometimes-disappearing boyfriend, you would have suspected something was wrong with his hands behind his back. But you were abruptly pulled out of a sweet, lingering sleep by your sometimes-disappearing boyfriend, so...

"I-I did something for you..."

You shook your head in confusion, shaking off the remnants of sleep. Ken?.. Did something?..

Ken's hands held out a neatly tied package in your face. As far as your sleepy eyes could make out, everything else in the package, including the gift paper and several tones of glitter, was just as perfect. And even after sleeping, you could see how much effort this present had been put in.

"Oh, Ken, is this for me?"

As soon as you took the gift from Ken's hands, he put them back behind his back. And you could have sworn that he was fidgeting with his fingers in anticipation.

"Yeah. I've never done anything like this before, so..." Ken was terribly nervous, but he shouldn't have been, because whatever the contents of this bundle were, you would have loved it beyond belief.

Ken was watching your every move, instantly reading your every reaction, and when you carefully untied the ribbon and opened the package, he couldn't help but lick his lips several times eagerly.

When you opened the package, you put it on display... A handmade scarf?

You smiled gently.

"Is that why you've been running away from me for a week?"

Ken blinked at you in surprise, as if he thought that his constant running away from you had gone unnoticed.

"I was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist telling you everything!"

You chuckled lightly, looking back down at the scarf. You couldn't get enough of your boyfriend's hard work!

Ken's smile slowly grew on his face as he realized that you were really happy with his gift. You could see the tension slowly falling from his shoulders and he was relaxing himself, as if after a whole week of hard work. Perhaps it was true.

You, still smiling, immediately wrapped your gift around your neck.

"I read on the Internet that people can feel unwell at this time of year and that scarves help them... somehow."

"They do, Ken, they do."

You stand up to thank Ken with a gentle kiss on the cheek. The long autumn is ahead, and something told you that from now on you will not spend a single day of it without the warmth of a scarf.

[beepboopkek]

— Hidden Surprises (M!Reader)

Including: Kamisato Ayato x AMAB!Reader afab version has been posted on both tumblr and ao3 cw: !! NSFW !!, amab!reader, established relationship, bottom!sub!reader, top!dom!ayato, fluff and smut, pwp but barely, smacking (paddle), lots of teasing/flirting/kissing, mirror s3x, cursing, d1rty talk, n1pple play, slight dom/sub undertones, implied dom drop from ayato, mayb a little unrealistic s3x idk, AFTERCARE!!!! w/c: approx 2.9k words, might change since i make edits while posting a/n: after 8 goddamn drafts of this fic i managed to finally finish it,, im like at a 50/50 opinion on this but honestly i jsu wanted to get the brainrot out of my system... sorry for the long absence :sob:.. also i tried changing up my writing style a little, id love any form of feedback so feel free to leave a comment :D NSFW BELOW THE CUT

“You've been staring for a while.” Ayato’s voice broke you out of your thoughts as your eyes met his violet ones and you smiled.

The evening air was crisp as you gently swirled the Sake in your cup, eyeing your husband over the rim as he sat beside you. The Yashiro Commissioner was poised and perfect as always— his hair neatly tied over his shoulder with a ribbon that matched his usual outfit. Your gaze travelled the expanse of his torso, unconsciously lingering on his hands as he kept them folded on the table.

“Oh, don't mind me. I’m simply admiring the view.” Your voice had a teasing lilt as you replied, still boring your eyes into his as you took another sip of your drink.

Ayato simply raised a brow at you, before moving his curious gaze to the half-empty bottle of Sake left beside you— immediately bringing out a hand to drag the bottle away from your reach.

“Hey! I was drinking that—!” You tried to snatch back the bottle like a cat that got its toy taken away but unfortunately for you, Ayato was too fast.

“Oh, I know.” Your husband only infuriatingly smiled back at you, relishing in the adorable pout on your face as you folded your arms in annoyance.

“I apologise, I want you to be somewhat sober tonight.” 

You gasped, placing a hand on your chest, and giving him an offended look.

“I am sober! I only had two glasses.”

“Mhmm. Whatever you say.” 

“Why do you need me to be sober anyway?”

Ayato leaned towards you, resting his hand on a closed palm. He tilted his head and looked at you with nothing short of pure adoration before saying, “I have a surprise for you.”

This time, it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. You mimicked his position (albeit with less elegance) as you tried to make the mental calculations to discern what this “surprise” could be.

Ayato and the word “surprise” never really mixed well for you. The last time he had a "surprise," it involved a strange hotpot that left you feeling queasy for days.

Ah.

Bingo.

“If it's another one of your horrible food concoctions, count me out.”

Ayato chuckled, a wide smile spreading across his face as he shook his head lightly. “Hehe, not to worry, dear. It's something you'll like.”

You would never admit it, but the two glasses of Sake did, in fact, put your mind in a pleasant buzz. You were never a good drinker to begin with so maybe it was good that your husband had confiscated your wine before you went overboard.

Well, that certainly wasn't going to stop you from teasing him, though.

You gave Ayato a languid gaze as you reached out a hand to twirl soft baby blue strands between your fingers, feeling his eyes on you as you brought his hair towards your lips, leaning in to give the strands a chaste kiss. You could feel Ayato’s breath hitch at the blatant display of public affection, which you didn't do very often.

Ayato recovered quickly, pulling back his face of smug satisfaction as he smiled.

“ … Tell me what it is then.”

“Well, it wouldn't be much of a surprise then, would it?”

You pouted at him again and he only chuckled in response, giving you a coy smile.

Two can play that game.

You surveyed your surroundings before deducing that no one would catch you and a mischievous smile coiled on your face as you observed your husband suddenly stuck in conversation with someone seated in front of the two of you.

You quietly praised each archon for giving you this golden opportunity as the perfect distraction appeared without any effort on your part. 

You reached out to place your hand on his knee under the table, pretending to swirl the non-existent wine in your cup with the other so that no one would suspect a thing.

Ayato's eyes flickered to yours for a split second before continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened.

You smiled to yourself as you began to stroke the inside of his thigh with your thumb, inching your hand higher and higher.

He'd never admit it, but you could feel the way his leg shook ever so slightly at the intimate contact.

You kept your hand stationed there for the short duration of the commissioner’s conversation, cheekily observing the light dust of red that had covered the high rise of his cheeks (which he would later blame on the alcohol).

You're broken out of your giddy stupor when you feel a larger hand on yours, stopping all motion as he gripped your hand tightly before passing you a faux smile and turning back to excuse the two of you.

Rascal.

“I apologise, my husband seems to be getting tired.”

You looked at the guest and gave him an apologetic smile although you were anything but that.

The both of you quickly bid your goodbyes to more guests as you made your way out, your husband almost dragging you by the hand.

While the Yashiro Commissioner looked just about normal to everyone, you could see the impatient jitter in his steps, the flush down his neck and the slightly hurried hush in his voice as he navigated the two of you through the crowd.

Right as you were about to board the carriage to make your way back up to the Kamisato estate, Ayato pulled you against his chest to whisper into your ear—

“I'm going to ruin you tonight.”

…

Ayato kept a firm hand on your thigh the entire ride back, occasionally squeezing it while conversing with you as if nothing was happening.

As if he didn't make your entire body shudder with just a sentence.

As soon as the two of you entered the privacy of your shared room, Ayato covered your eyes with his hands and instructed you to keep them closed until he asked you to open them again while he helped you out of your outfit, both of you giggling at your unstable movements from being temporarily blinded.

Which landed you here, stark naked and seated on the edge of the bed waiting for your husband late into the night. Your eyes were screwed shut as he shuffled around the room before quietly helping you up and settling you on his lap— his slender hands squeezing around your body as he leaned in to nibble the shell of your ear. He moved his hands to your belly before dipping his hands in between and prying your legs apart with a gentle insistence that had you murmuring his name in half-hearted protest.

“Open your eyes.”

You did just that, adjusting to the sudden brightness as you took in the sight before you.

A large rectangular mirror with an ornate gold frame with the Kamisato crest on the top, set on the wall in front of your bed. 

You observed your reflection in the mirror with shallow breaths, the golden lamps doused the room in a soft glow as you shivered, your husband's hands still placed between your thighs, keeping them apart.

Archons.

“ … It's beautiful.”

Your eyes met Ayato's observant gaze in the mirror as he spoke again, "Well, what do you think?"

Ayato smiled against your ear, kissing the side of your head affectionately.

“But, why—”

“I knew you would like it.”

Your breath hitched in embarrassment as your gaze travelled the entire expanse of the mirror, your ears burning with the overwhelming urge to hide. You could see every inch of your exposed body reflected at you, making your heart race.

His hands remained steady on your thighs, grounding you as he squeezed them again and cut you off with a kiss to the side of your neck as he looked at you through the mirror.

“I want you to see how mesmerising you look.”

His hands travelled along the outline of your torso as you waited for him to continue, “I want you to see what I see.”

That's when his left hand reached back onto the bed, fumbling momentarily before he brought something forward. You glanced down, curiosity piqued, and saw that he held a—

Oh.“I thought you’d be more romantic with your surprise.”

A paddle. With a tiny heart cut out in the middle of it.

“Well, I’ve always believed in doing things in a more unorthodox way.” The mischievous glint in his eye told you there was more to this.

Ayato’s hand, which was still on your thigh, pulled it back a little further. He gently swept the paddle against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the polished wood providing a smooth glide.

“The rules are simple,”

“All that bravado in the evening, where is it now?” 

You tore your eyes from the mirror to glance to your side when he raised the paddle a little, striking down on your thigh. You jolted in surprise as you immediately felt his hand rub the irritated skin softly.

“One, do not look away from the mirror.”

Ayato’s finger traced the heart imprint left on your thigh as he continued,

“— and two, do not close your eyes.”

Ayato’s hands traced the outline of your body as he silently awaited your consent. The silence was that of comfort, you felt relaxed knowing you could opt out of this at any moment and your husband wouldn’t hold it against you.

You smirked.

“… Ruin me, Commissioner.”

You felt a sharp exhale on your shoulder as Ayato’s hands moved with renewed purpose all over your body. You felt his hand creep towards your chest, fondling one side as he tweaked the nipple between his fingers, your low moans now filling the room.

He latched his lips onto the column of your neck as he begrudgingly left your chest to trail his hand towards your cock. His other hand was still holding onto the paddle that rested against your thigh, unmoving and unfaltering in making its presence known.

A wave of relief washed over you as his fingers wrapped around you, your eyes closed in pure bliss as you moaned in pleasure, locking your hands behind his neck and—

A smack to the inside of your thigh snapped your eyes right back open in shock.

Oh. Right.“Eyes on the mirror.”

You nodded fervently as Ayato went back to drawing out lazy pumps, his thumb dipping into the slit of your head as his sharp gaze stayed glued to your body through the mirror.

You glanced down to your thighs in the mirror to see a red imprint of the paddle on your skin and looked back up to meet Ayato’s heated gaze, a coy smirk playing into his voice as he spoke again.

“Enjoy the show, dear.”

You watched in a daze as your husband coated his fingers with the lube, sliding his now wet middle and ring finger down, circling your entrance before dipping the tips inside you as you shook in anticipation. His hand flexed as he moved his fingers deeper, lightly thrusting them in and out as he searched for your sensitive spot with experienced precision.

He pushed his fingers to the knuckle— Your moans mingled with his heavy breaths. You pushed yourself back against his chest in hopes of alleviating some of the tension in his pants.

His voice was breathless as he spoke in your ear, 

“Do you like it when I do this?” and he curled his fingers inside you, making you moan again.

Maybe it was the whole evening of teasing that got you to the cusp of an orgasm so soon but, it was quickly becoming too much. Ayato's skilled hands proved to be too deadly for you— making you close your eyes and lean your head back onto his shoulder as you moaned.

Smack!

Eyes opened wide, you jolted back up and your orgasm washed over you immediately as Ayato continued to pump his fingers in and out to help you ride it out, his hand leaving the paddle in favour of stroking you as you twitched in his hold.

“Fuck—”

You panted, struggling to keep your eyes open. Ayato stilled as his left hand let go of your sensitive cock to grab your chin, forcing you to look sideways as he kissed you deeply.

Your lips parted with his as you both caught your breath— your husband gently removing his fingers from you and wiping them onto the cloth laid next to him.

Ayato moved you a little forward as he unzipped his pants, pulling his cock from underneath you so that it poked out between your soft thighs.

Archons, he could get used to this view.

He wanted to make you wait, wanted to edge you until you were begging for him, tears sticking to your clumped lashes as you pouted at him, whining and writhing in his hold as he kept your pleasure from you. 

But he couldn't.

He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He was impatient, haphazardly stroking on more lube on his cock as he aligned himself with you, slowly pushing in as you both moaned in relief.

Ayato curled a hand around your waist to hold you in place as he set a rhythm of short and quick thrusts, latching his mouth onto your neck again as he bit down to stifle his moans.

“Ayato, please-” 

A resonant smack to your sensitive nipple is all that you get in response as you immediately plaster your eyes back on the mirror.

— and archons was it a sight, your bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat as red-purple imprints of the paddle were littered across the expanse of your soft skin, little bruises blossoming on both sides of your neck, your hair stuck to your forehead as you writhed in your spot, aching to find release again.

The hand curled around your waist twisted downwards to stroke you again, your thighs shaking at the rush of overstimulation. You sighed in pure bliss before you abruptly felt his hand moving away and a series of smacks on your sensitive nipples.

Fuck. You didn't even notice you stopped looking at the mirror.

He unlatched himself from your neck, leaving deep imprints of his teeth as he raised his head to pull at your earlobe with his teeth.

“You know I don't like repeating myself.”

Tears clung to your eyes as your body buzzed through the different sensations of pain and pleasure, the thought of disappointing your husband sitting heavy in your throat as you swallowed down your complaints.

His pace grew erratic as you held onto him, heavy moans mingling with his silent ones as tears slipped from your eyes.

“Come with me.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as Ayato spoke into your ear. You barely registered the tip of the paddle hitting your thigh again or how your husband pulled out just in time to finish on your lower back— your legs trembling as you clenched around nothing.

Holy shit.

Ayato detached himself from you, flipping you over so that you were laid flat on the bed on your stomach as you caught your breath. He took the washcloth he had set up earlier to clean you off a little before helping you up and lifting you to prepare a bath.

“Oh? Did you miss me?”

You were floating, you weren't sure how much time had passed when you came to but you were (yet again) seated in your husband’s lap as he gently massaged your stiff shoulders, waiting for you to regain your senses.

“ … Hi.”

You spoke as you turned your head to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

“Hello.”

You got up on shaking limbs, turning your body over so that you were straddling his legs.

Ayato looked at you questioningly, tilting his head. You simply kissed the mole under his lip as you replied, “I wanted to see your face.”

You kissed the tip of his nose this time, “Yes.” 

He smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkling as his gaze lingered on all the hickeys he had left, his face dropping a little.

“How are you feeling?”

“Great. A little sore but I'll be fine.”

You leaned down to kiss the mole on his collarbone, lingering there to leave a love bite of your own.

There was a pause, you knew this was when he would start questioning himself.

“Was I—?”

Before he could finish his question, you captured his lips in a soft kiss, caressing the back of his head with your hands as you gently massage it.

“No. It was perfect. In every sense of the word, I enjoyed it.”

Ayato smiled at you again.

There was a comfortable silence after that, the both of you taking turns to wash out each other's hair and backs, sneaking small kisses in between as you giggled.

You dried each other off before your husband laid you down on the bed, procuring an ointment seemingly out of nowhere as he applied it to the bruises on your thighs and chest.

You laid down on the soft sheets and felt the energy drain from your bones, giving Ayato one last peck on the lips before you drifted off to sleep.

“I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head lovingly, and if you were any more tired, you would've missed his response.

“I find myself falling for you more and more every single day. Goodnight, dear.”