#kaiji x reader

[yinses]

no but now im thinking about being childhood sweethearts with reno. naturally everyone eventually chooses an idol to obsess over. surely reno would kneel over for mina while you could in turn sob about narumi. but no, you and your bf have the same tastes.

literally both have alerts on for all of narumi’s newsletters and social media. your text threads are just countless photos and blurry videos of him in action while you both gush over it. none of this stops when you both officially join the force. it’s the third division, humbly seated under mina.

so it’s totally fine for you to continue to thirst over a division captain that’s well outside of your radius. i mean, when is he ever going to hear about you two giggling his name while you cooldown in the training rooms or that soft whimper at night when you tease each other about what it would be like to feel his breath on the back of your neck.

really it’s all fun and games when you’re resting with each other in the dead of the night, idly running your fingers against each others skin when you speak first.

“would it have been crazy though if we’d made it to first division?”

hard chance. even without the debacle that was kafka.

reno’s aborted scoff almost sounds like a sneeze as he buries further into your neck.

“we’d definitely get reported to hr.”

and because it’s all perspective, your curiosity eggs you on.

“think we could actually bag narumi gen?”

and bc you’re hot and reno’s hot, it takes nothing more than a yawn for him to agree.

“absolutely, he’d never know what hit him.”

bc you’re both safely stationed in the third division.

until you’re not.

[helios-writings]

Pairing: Kafka Hibino x gn! Reader

Warnings: none

You hum to yourself as the bacon sizzles in the pan, the morning light streaming through the open blinds. It’s almost a perfect morning, as peaceful as it is, but something’s missing.

But as the coffee maker beeps and you hear footsteps enter the kitchen, you figure out what it is. Or rather, who it is.

Kafka yawns loudly as he pours himself a cup of coffee and then immediately makes yours the way you like it, setting it down next to you as he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“Mornin’.” He mumbles, his head buried into your neck.

You laugh as his beard tickles you. “Morning to you too. Hungry?”

“Starving.”

You roll your eyes and he tries to lean in to kiss you, but you dodge.

“Kafka, I’m not kissing you until you brush your teeth.”

He sighs heavily and whines. “You’re so unfair to me, I’m wounded. I’m going to die, right here.”

“And you’re dramatic. It’s just two minutes!”

Your longtime boyfriend grumbles all the way to the bathroom and you laugh softly as he does so.

You plate the bacon up and place it on the table with the rest of the breakfast you’d cooked.

Kafka grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a kiss, this time you let him.

He grins into the kiss, one that’s still on his face as you pull away. “You know, I don’t mind waking up like this everyday.”

“I’m not cooking for you everyday.” You say, teasing.

“No, I mean you should move in.”

You drop the fork you’re holding and stare, wide eyed, at your boyfriend. “Kafka Hibino, if this is a joke-“

“When have I ever joked about something this serious?”

You raise an eyebrow and he flushes.

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair but this isn’t a joke. I want to wake up next to you everyday so you can force me to brush my teeth before I kiss you.”

You snort. “Charming.”

“Plus, you’re over all the time, nothing would change except me being here to greet you when you get off of work.”

You think for a few moments, saying nothing, but you can see Kafka glancing around nervously, like he’s waiting for something bad to happen.

“Okay,” you tell him, “I’ll move in.”

“Yeah?” He’s grinning again, positively ecstatic from the news.

“Yeah.”

The rest of breakfast continues in silence as the pair of you eat and you’re already thinking about where you’re going to put all your stuff and how nice it’s going to be, coming home to someone. And then you have an idea.

“We should get a cat.”

“A cat?” He echoes, confused.

“Think about how much fun it would be to have a cat! They’re so cute, Kafka, please?”

You know you’ve got him when he turns away from your gaze, cheeks flushed. “Fine, but I get to name it.”

You pull him into a hug. “You’re the best.”

“Let’s just get you moved in first before you decide to move a whole farm in here.” He jokes, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You do eventually get moved in and the pair of you do get a cat. And another. And another. (The last two were his idea.) Kafka draws the line at cat number three, but every night when he goes to sleep, all three of them curl up on his chest, and you’re wrapped around one of his arms like a koala.

[perplexedflower]

Behind Closed (Office) Doors

Fandom: Ace Attorney.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Damon Gant x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 5,752.

Summary: It is no secret to everyone in the Police Department that [Y/N] is the precinct's rising star: while not overly popular, it is undeniable everyone views her as a bright and promising young detective. From her colleagues to her superiors, they all agree her work is more than satisfying. And among those superiors of hers, the District Chief of Police in particular has begun taking a very special interest in her. So when Damon Gant calls her up to his office, she expects a regular one-on-one meeting: until she realizes his sole intention is to pry open her heart and extract from it her deepest, darkest fantasy...

Chronology: Early AA1.

Warning: NSFW/Smut.

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In the quiet Chief's Office, Gant sat at his desk, legs crossed, flipping through a multitude of documents and reports. Hearing a series of soft, somewhat apprehensive-sounding knocks on his door, he looked up with a smile.

"Come on in!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

Swallowing what remained of the knot in her throat, [Y/N] slowly opened it, before taking a step inside.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" She asked, not fully assured as her eyes peeked over the door to find him.

As she tentatively stepped into the room, Gant's smile widened into a grin.

"Ah, [Y/N]!" He said happily. "You're right on time! Punctual as ever!"

Gathering all sheets of paper on his desk into one pile he set aside, he leaned back on his chair slightly as he folded his hands in his lap.

"Oh, and close the door behind you, before you make your way over here." He ordered her in his jovial, usual tone.

"Yes, sir." She immediately responded with a quick bow of the head.

As per his request, she carefully closed the office door behind her, before she turned back around and paced to his desk.

As she padded her way over to where he was seated, he took a moment to appreciate her small, yet curvy frame: between how she moved, how she dressed, and how she carried herself, she reminded him of a small woodland animal, or something similarly skittish.

Still bearing his amused smile, he tilted his head slightly and gave her an appraising glance upon watching her stop in front of his desk, in front of him.

"Now, then." He started while idly fixing the clasp of his tie. "Knowing you, you're probably wondering why I wanted you in here today... Right?"

Straightening her back fully and placing both of her hands over each other on the front of her skirt, [Y/N] looked her boss in the eyes.

"Yes, sir." She repeated, nodding briefly once more.

He chuckled, the sound warm yet intimidating to her ears.

"[Y/N], my dear, no need to be so tense around me... View me as a friend, rather than as your superior, and relax." He told her in an attempt to ease her mind. "... Swim much lately?"

"As a matter of fact, I have." She answered, her gaze drifting away briefly before she focused back on his face.

"Wonderful! That's great to hear!" He clapped his hands in satisfaction, his tone patronizing. "I've been doing my best trying to encourage more of the department to have communal swimming sessions for a while now, but they always turn me down... At least someone around here understands me."

Taking the time to process his indirect compliment, she looked to the side once again.

"... Swimming is a highly beneficial activity." She hesitantly stated. "It allows you to put your entire body at work, to build strength and endurance, to burn calories efficiently, and to improve sleep... I personally find it quite advantageous when practiced occasionally."

"Couldn't have said it better myself!" He enthused, seemingly proud of her as he clapped his hands once more. "... You and I should have a good ol' session together, one of these days."

A chill ran through her whole body at his suggestion.

"... That'd be my pleasure, sir." She responded with a faintly noticeable smile.

"Splendid, splendid!" He exclaimed joyfully, rubbing his hands together. "In the meantime, you should keep at it. Swimming is a good way to battle stress, I'm sure it could help you in that regard."

Marking a short pause, he opened his eyes and leaned forward in his chair, his joined hands resting on his desk and his gaze resting on her.

"Now, as for why I called you in here..."

Staring straight at her, his smile persisted and a knowing look appeared in his eyes, as if he could peer into her thoughts.

"... I'd like to ask you a bit of a personal question, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind, sir." She told him, her posture as straight as ever, her apprehension barely audible in her voice. "You can ask away."

"Excellent." He remarked in response, seemingly satisfied. "A straightforward, upfront answer. Something we could use more of in this precinct."

Leaning back in his chair, he took a moment to formulate his thoughts before speaking.

"Now, refresh my memory a bit... How long have you been working for the force, again?"

"5 years, sir." She answered, nodding briefly. "But only 2 of those years have been spent in this precinct, since I was once working in another jurisdiction before being assigned here."

"Ah, I appreciate the clarification." He acknowledged, taking in the information with a nod of his own. "... So, you started in that other jurisdiction and were then transferred here, yes?"

"That... is correct, yes." She replied, somewhat frustrated.

How can he not remember? She thought.

Yet, even stranger, why was it that him not remembering her resume affected her so much?

Pushing her thought aside, however, she put herself in his shoes and rationalized the situation: a man like him, in such a position of power, was surely incapable of keeping track of each and every detail of each and every one of his subordinates' lives, knowing how many of them he had employed. Besides, five years was already a while back for the two of them, she could not blame him for having forgotten her history.

"... Now, I don't know if you recall your first week or so of your arrival here." He started, idly tugging at his hair as he mused. "... But do you remember talking to me on your very first day?"

[Y/N] was caught off guard by his seemingly trivial question, but only a little; however, she needed a moment to organize her thoughts, to pick the correct way to answer him.

"... I do indeed recall my first day here, sir... However, I did not get to talk to you, then." She told him, her eyes drifting away momentarily. "At the time, you hadn't yet been promoted Chief of Police... I believe you were Deputy Chief. You and most of the precinct were very busy working on a particular case... SL-9 was its name, I believe."

Once more, she paused: only this time, her expression looked more sorrowful than pensive.

"... Given I was only a new recruit to this jurisdiction, the investigation never reached me and I was kept out of it. About a week after my arrival, the case was closed, and you became Chief as you are now... Only then did I get to make your acquaintance."

As he listened to her talk, he kept his eyes on her face, his expression unreadable; then, there was a short moment of silence between the two of them after she had spoken her last word.

"... Very impressive memory." He commented nonchalantly, bringing up a hand to his bearded chin. "You remember the name of the case, even though you weren't assigned to it, my position at the time, even though I hadn't been introduced to you yet, and my following promotion, even though you had only been there for a week... You even remember our first meeting."

She could not prevent the thin blush on her cheeks and the shy, bashful look in her eyes.

"I... have been praised countless times for my memory, ever since I joined the force... However, these are only details of events that mean a lot to me, as they symbolize the beginning of my career here... It's only natural for me to remember such things, they're not to be forgotten." She said in response, as if to justify herself.

Yet, his compliment had still managed to affect her a little.

"... Nevertheless, thank you kindly, sir." She added, gently bowing to him.

At her gesture, Gant sighed to himself.

"My, my... Here you go again. Always so uptight, formal, and polite with me." He grumbled, shaking his head with feigned disappointment. "I've told you many times before, [Y/N]. There's no need for you to be so proper around me, especially not with all the bowing and whatnot."

His words cut her breath short.

"Ah—"

With a slightly panicked gasp, she immediately straightened her back and stood upright; as if the sheer tone of his voice had sent a shockwave through her.

"Sorry, sir..." She muttered apologetically and looked straight ahead.

Upon hearing the anxiety in her voice, his face softened and he gave her an understanding look, accompanied by a brief chuckle.

"Here you go again..." He repeated himself, his voice slightly gentler this time. "Don't apologize. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm just saying you don't need to be so formal and stiff with me, especially not in private... We're not on duty at the moment, for Christ's sake. So relax a bit, will you? Frankly, it breaks my heart seeing you be so scared of me."

"I'm not scared of you, sir." She corrected him, her voice gentle, earnest, wanting him to believe her.

Her soft and delicate-looking lips remained slightly parted for a moment, as though she had more she wanted to say, perhaps a way to justify herself once more, but she remained quiet.

As her words came to his ears, he was tempted to laugh but resisted the urge; still, his smirk was ever as present.

"Really, now? If that's so... how are you feeling right now, if not scared?" He questioned, his eyebrow cocked in silent amusement.

She took a deep breath; that question was one she was nervous about answering, but she knew he expected her to be honest with him.

She opened her lips again, just a little, yet all that came out was hot air.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her unsteady heartbeat, before she slowly, shyly looked into his eyes.

"In—... Intimidated." She murmured in response.

His smirk widened ever so slightly at her reply, his attention focused wholly on her.

"And why, pray tell, would a little thing like yourself feel intimidated by a man such as me?" He enquired playfully.

"... I believe you've just answered your own question, sir." She told him after some pondering. "You're my superior... As such, I aim to please you... I want to meet your expectations. Your status is much higher than mine, and you have much more experience than me... I have a lot of respect for you, and with it comes a desire to be the best I can be, for the sake of the department... for your sake."

As she explained herself, he found himself both amused and impressed: the fact that she wanted to make herself as perfect as she could be, and for his sake nonetheless did not go unnoticed by him.

"... That's quite the answer you've given me." He remarked while running a hand over his bearded chin. "... Very detailed, too. I was half-expecting you to say something along the lines of 'Because you're twice my size'."

"Well—"

A pause; short, but heavy.

"... It'd be a lie for me to say there isn't a part of... truth to this." She admitted.

Her voice was shy, her cheeks were pink, and her mind was fuzzier than ever: clearly, she was extremely embarrassed.

"... If I may, sir... Your... physique certainly does play a part, as well... Your grand stature is quite... imposing. Additionally, it's... undeniable you have a strong presence... I will admit this all contributes to the way I... behave around you."

Amusement: that was the only way he could describe the feeling brewing inside him. Oh, how cute she looked when she spoke like that, so shy, so timid, so innocent.

"... You're sweet, you know that?" He told her with a smirk. "I never would've taken you for such a smooth talker... That's quite the flattery you've given me."

Seeing her get so flustered, so shy, such a blushing mess, all for his sake, all because of him: it was almost endearing to him, in a way. But, mostly, it was arousing. He relished the power he had over her at that moment.

A powerful, manipulative, charming, and handsome man like himself could make someone as vulnerable and delicate as [Y/N] all weak in the knees with just his speech and his presence alone. That sheer thought and the feeling it gave him was a thrill unlike any other.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, still smiling, and started to make his way around his desk, hands in his pockets, towards the trembling woman in front of him.

"... You certainly know how to make a man feel good, don't you, [Y/N]?" He said in a low tone, his smirk now turning into a sly grin. "... Your partner must be quite the satisfied man, with you by his side."

At that, the young woman's blush deepened into a light red.

"... Actually... I currently have no partner... sir." She informed him, visibly ashamed, her tone low, her eyes looking away.

The news made another wave of excitement run through Gant's body; a look that could have only been described as pure satisfaction washed over his face as her timid, nervous confession came to his ears.

"No partner?" He repeated with exaggerated surprise. "You're telling me a beautiful, kind, and respectful woman like yourself is single?"

He took a few more steps towards her, his pace slow and methodical.

"How intriguing..." He mused with a smirk, studying every little nuance of her expression. "I'd have bet a woman like yourself would have men begging to take you out... But I assume you've actually yet to find a man to your liking, who fits your standards... Am I correct?"

Yes, he was correct; of course, he was correct. But [Y/N] simply could not allow herself to answer him: she could not convince herself to speak up and validate his theory.

So, instead, she remained utterly silent, keeping her thoughts to herself, and continued looking away.

Another wave of enjoyment went through his body at her silence, at the sight of her completely cornered by him, by his words.

"... In that case, then... I do wonder what sort of man a woman like yourself would find most attractive." He spoke, the smirk never leaving his face. "For example, do you find yourself attracted to men who are, say... much older than you?"

He was now standing right next to her, looking down at her from his towering height as he rested his right hand on the surface of his desk.

"... Or, perhaps, men with high statuses, who possess a lot of power?" He added, his deep voice barely above a whisper as he stared at her intently.

His eyes slowly trailed down from her eyes to her lips, then came back up again. He took a moment to study her face; her rosy cheeks, her timid, almost fearful expression, her breathlessness. The poor thing's heart was palpitating so fast, he could almost hear it hammering in her chest.

He found her state so endearing and entertaining. It was almost adorable seeing her act so tense and on edge like that.

"... Could even be both, I suppose." He continued in that same tone, smooth and quiet, yet also teasing. "An older man with the right standing in the community, preferably, someone with quite a lot of control over the people beneath him, someone with a lot of authority, with a lot of power..."

He was so close to her now, he could smell the light, flowery scent of her hair, a fragrance so sweet and refreshing it made him want to bury his face in it. The urge to touch her, to take hold of her and feel her frail, delicate body beneath his fingers, to possess her entirely, was very strong at that moment.

"I assume you find that sort of man quite appealing." He said with a voice lower than her breath. "A commanding man, with a presence that's impossible to ignore, a man you wouldn't easily be able to escape from, even if you tried."

He leaned down towards her, slightly, just slightly, just enough for his voice to come whispering straight into her ear.

"... Someone like me, perhaps?"

[Y/N]'s eyes opened wide, a mute gasp getting stuck in her throat; she felt her chest tighten, as if she was being deprived of oxygen.

She wanted to answer him. To tell him that he was right. That he was exactly right. But nothing came out of her, her nervousness, embarrassment, and timidity all too strong for her to even open her mouth, as if her lips were sewn.

Her body was frozen, stiffer than ever, and all she could do was stand there, overwhelmed by his presence, by his body beside her, by his voice in her ear.

Gant chuckled, his smile turning into a knowing smirk as he witnessed her reaction. Her tense body, her silent gasp, her inability to answer him; everything about her in that moment was so precious to his eyes, because it all symbolized how much she was utterly dominated by his mere presence.

"... Well, it's alright." He whispered into her ear as he assessed her silence. "You don't have to answer me. I can tell I'm right from just looking at you."

He slowly brought up his left hand to her face and ran his gloved fingertips down the side of her cheek before gently hooking them under her chin, very carefully raising her head until their eyes met.

"I can see it in your eyes... You're terrified." He said with a dark smile. "And yet, you find yourself unable to move away from me... Don't you?"

His hold on her chin kept her head raised for his viewing, forcing her to look straight into the green of his eyes.

"Because while I intimidate you, I also excite you, don't I?" He continued, leaning forward to be just a few inches away from her. "You feel the need to be perfect for me, you need me to acknowledge you, to pay heed to your hard work, to notice and praise your efforts... Because you find my praise more rewarding than anything else."

His hand moved from her chin to her cheek, gently caressing her skin with his thumb in a circular motion as he continued to stare into her wide eyes.

"You feel excited every time you come into this office, knowing I'll be here. You relish the idea of speaking to me, of pleasing me, of me giving you my attention."

Gant simply loved how she responded to him, how she could do nothing but just stand there, in his grasp: the amount of control he had over her in that moment was so sweet, so thrilling.

He began to gently run his thumb across her bottom lip, watching her expression and taking in every single second of it.

At the touch, [Y/N] quivered. The cold, thick leather on her lip felt good, so good, so much so that it was intoxicating. She was paralyzed, completely trapped, and all she could do was stand there.

But as she stared into his eyes beyond the pink-tinted glasses, she could feel it: desire. She let him slowly part her lips open and locked gazes with him, her eyes needy.

The look in her eyes brought yet another wave of excitement through his body. She looked so submissive, so willing to let him do anything to her, and it was a view that sent a shiver through his spine. He felt his trousers tighten at the sight of this trembling, weak woman, at the sight of her wanting him so badly.

He could not resist it any longer: the urge to feel her lips against his own and the desire to taste her were far too strong not to be allowed. He leaned in towards her, slowly, until his mouth finally made contact with hers.

His lips were firm and demanding against hers, taking full dominance over her with ease while his left hand slid down from her face to the side of her neck, cupping the nape and gripping her skin with his fingers.

Before she could even process what was happening, she was taken away: she felt Gant's lips press on hers, she felt his right hand leave his desk and reach for her hip, she felt his body forcefully moving her around, she felt her lower back come in contact with the desk behind her, she felt the muffled gasp that left her throat as it all happened.

His hand on her hip squeezed her hard, pushing her to sit on the edge of the desk and allowing him to position himself between her open legs as the hand on her neck pulled her towards him further. His lips continued moving over hers, parting her open, his tongue starting to explore her mouth hungrily.

His fingers on her hip promptly traveled upward and stopped at the front of her shirt, blindly, dominantly unbuttoning it as he pushed his body against hers and pinned her in place on the desk. Both of their chests rose and fell rhythmically in rapid succession, as he ravaged her mouth with his.

He broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity, only to quickly find a new target in the curve of her neck: he proceeded to plant hot, wet kisses and licks on her sensitive skin, while his hand continued to unfasten the buttons of her shirt.

[Y/N] barely had enough time to catch her breath after their kiss that needy sighs and gasps of pleasure left her lips at the sensation of his mouth on her neck, of his thick beard on her flesh, of his hands working to undress her.

Against her own volition, her twitching hands reached up to his arms and shoulders, her fingers shyly holding him.

"C-Chief Gant—" She let out in what was both a gasp and a sigh.

He pulled away from her neck just a little, hovering mere inches above her now exposed collarbone as his hands began to push her shirt off her shoulders.

"I don't want to hear you call me 'Chief' right now." He mumbled in a breathless, low voice.

Her eyes widened: never before would she have even fathomed the idea of calling him by his first name, of employing it to address him. But in that instant, he wanted her to.

Timidly, she clung to his body just a bit tighter.

"Y-Yes, sir— I-I mean... D-Damon..."

He let out a quiet, pleased hum as he heard her say his name. It sounded so good to him, so delicious on her quivering, breathless lips. The sheer sound of it made everything even more thrilling, more exciting, leading him to feel his manhood throb from the confines of his trousers.

"Good girl." He murmured on her bare skin as her shirt slid down her body.

He began to slowly run his hands over her exposed, supple skin; over her arms, her shoulders, her collarbone, and her breasts over the lacy fabric of her bra. His touch was firm and dominant, mapping out every curve and dip in its path.

"You've got such lovely skin..." He said, his voice now a deep, low growl as he caressed her, as he admired her perfect body. "... And it's all for me, isn't it?"

The young woman shivered at the cool, rough sensation of his gloved palms gliding over her flesh. As she let him drink in the sight of her defenseless figure, she sheepishly looked up into his emerald eyes and nodded shyly.

His mouth came back to her neck and he began planting more kisses and licks, mixed in with the occasional bite that was not quite painful, but also not gentle enough to feel pleasant. His hands glided over the warm, smooth skin of her slender back, moving upward to the clasp of her bra.

While his mouth continued its assault on her vulnerable neck, his fingers gently played with the hook, trying to undo it without looking: however, it only seemed to make matters worse, his large hands far too big and his gloves far too cumbersome.

"Damn it—" He muttered annoyingly against her neck.

Noting his frustration and impatience, [Y/N] thought for a second before hesitantly speaking up.

"Do... Do you want me to..." She shyly asked, her offer left unfinished as she reached for her back with her hands to meet his.

He looked up at her face in mild surprise as she spoke and saw her shyly move her small, delicate hands to help his fumbling ones. He could do nothing but take in the sight of that slender, fragile body of hers at that moment, and he felt his desire for her spike even more.

"... Yes, do that for me." He said in a breathless, commanding voice.

As he spoke, he leaned back slightly and, as if to pass the time while waiting for her to take off her bra, his hands promptly began to expertly remove his suit.

His suit unbuttoned, he shrugged the article of clothing off his shoulders then decided to remove his gloves; as they came off, revealing his large, powerful hands, he quickly returned them to his chest as he swiftly rid himself of his tie.

Just as her fingers had grabbed hold of the hooks of her bra, she went stiff: there, to her eyes, was a sight that surpassed even those from her wildest fantasies, the sight of him undressing right in front of her, for her eyes, a body she was about to see partially bare for the first time, and which made her heart beat exponentially faster.

She took a breath in and tried keeping her composure when she saw him starting to unbutton the last remnant of his upper body, his black shirt; in tandem with his movements, she slowly, timidly undid the clasp of her bra, before removing it and discarding it on the floor.

Gant felt her eyes on his chest as he removed his shirt, he felt her gaze on his bare torso. Her eyes on him made the thrill even more powerful, the sight of her seeing his strong muscles, his wide shoulders, and his firm pecs; it made his hunger for her even stronger.

His eyes darted down to her chest as she removed her bra and he sucked a sharp breath from the sight. She looked perfect.

Even through his pink-lensed glasses, he could see everything he wanted to: her soft, perky breasts, her round, rosy nipples, her flushed face and quivering lips. He stared hungrily, his gaze locking on her before he quickly came to stand in front of her once more, his body towering above hers.

Both of his hands promptly found her now-exposed chest: his touch was demanding, his grip on her skin firm and almost possessive as he explored every curve and inch of her, his lust progressively rising.

"... You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy taking you." He growled, his breath hot and heavy as he spoke.

His palms inched up to her breasts, cupping, squeezing, before his fingers moved to the rosy nubs and pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers: and all the while, his sharp, piercing eyes drank her in.

[Y/N] moaned upon feeling his touch, her eyes squinted and her shoulders heaving. She felt utterly owned, her flesh melting in his palms, molded through his fingers, her torso fully offered to him, her chest feeling so small in his big, dominant grasp.

He savored the sounds of her moans and watched her shudder with satisfaction as he toyed with her sensitive skin: he could see in her eyes how powerless she was to his whims, how much she was willing to give him.

He leaned in and lowered his head, moving to bite, lick, and suckle on the tender surface of her neck.

As he continued to take over her body with his burning touches, he let one of his hands idly wander down the smooth, bare skin of her side and around to her back, his hands moving lower while he kept his lips on her neck.

Finding her waist, he did not waste any time grabbing the top of her skirt: he promptly undid the button on her hip, his movements meticulous as he pushed the thin fabric down her legs, past her knees, and around her ankles, before letting it drop to the floor.

He continued to push his body against hers, his left hand remaining on her hip and holding her down while his right moved across the front of her underwear. His touch was deliberate and confident as his thumb and forefinger hooked around the top of her panties.

As he slowly began pulling the item of clothing off of her, he raised his head from her neck.

"Lift your legs." He ordered her in a low, commanding voice.

At that, [Y/N]'s limbs were like paralyzed: eyes wide opened, she stared up into Gant's gaze in realization. She was about to completely give herself over to him. She was about to let him admire her, fully bare. She was about to be at her most vulnerable, right on the very desk of his own office. It was all so exhilarating, so scary, so thrilling, so stressful. And she wanted it.

Her gaze in his, she swallowed and nodded briefly, before she obeyed and lifted her legs for him.

Excitement coursed throughout his being as he watched her raise her legs for him. It was so incredibly empowering to know he had her completely at his mercy: there she was, that young, fragile, innocent thing, submitting herself to him, the almighty District Chief of Police who dominated everything and everyone in his path.

He firmly pushed her legs apart and stepped closer, standing between them as he slowly removed her underwear.

Once the last piece of clothing was tossed away, he stood back and enjoyed the luscious view of her naked, trembling body, of her curves, of her smoothness, of her flesh, of the pink of her flush.

"Such a pretty, young thing..." He whispered to her, his hands finding her inner thighs.

He moved slowly over her, caressing her flesh, tracing his fingers back and forth as he moved them inward.

"Such a pretty, young detective... who looks nothing like her typical, proper self." He continued, his face inches apart from hers. "... You know what you look like right now?"

She bashfully looked up at his face, her legs gently trembling under his touch; a spark of helplessness in her gaze.

"A... A w-whore?" She replied quietly, unsure as to whether that was the answer he had expected.

Gant laughed. A deep, loud, genuine, wholehearted laugh.

"My, my... I was about to say 'a plaything, a toy handmade specifically for me, all for me to use and move around'..." He started, a smirk playing on his lips.

He leaned in even more, until his mouth was right next to her ear.

"... But 'whore' actually fits just as well." He finished, his lips tickling her skin as he spoke.

He gently kissed her ear. Just the slightest, most gentle touch of his lips, but it felt so good, and sent such chills through her body. He nipped at the curve of her ear and slowly moved down to her neck, while his hands spread her legs further apart.

He left a few more kisses below her ear and along her jaw before moving back to her lips: hungrily placing one more time his mouth on hers, he then withdrew from her. His hands left her legs, somewhat reluctantly to move to his own waist, to the front of his pants.

He undid his belt, his eyes still fixed on her. Then, letting it fall to the floor after a brief moment, he proceeded to unbutton and unzip the front of his suit pants.

Soon, they, too fell to the ground next to the rest of their discarded clothes, and he kicked them to the side, leaving only one last article of clothing between them: his black boxer briefs, which had by then grown tight and restraining.

He could feel the tension. He could see her eyes fixate on the thin fabric that did a poor job of hiding his member, on the visible bulge, on the tension and anticipation that he felt all throughout his body. The look on her face was exquisite; the way she quivered, her body so tight and so warm.

He made sure to enjoy that look on her face for a moment longer, then he slowly moved a hand to the top of his boxers, hooking the edges with the tips of his fingers while his palm pulled it down.

[Y/N] watched intensely as his boxers moved lower and lower, revealing more and more of his flesh: his hips, his abdominal muscles, his thighs, until, finally, they fell and joined the other clothes on the floor, leaving him completely bare. The young woman's eyes instinctively opened wide at the sight of his manhood, now free from its confines and visibly rock-hard.

Gant took note of the look in her eyes and chuckled smugly. He had every right to feel pleased with himself: despite his age, he was still a man at his physical peak. And, being the arrogant, egotistical, narcissistic man that he was, he could not help but be proud of himself for sparking such feelings of desire in the young woman's heart.

He took a step, bringing his body to stand right in front of hers on the desk. Taking her hips in his hands, he pulled her forward, sliding her body closer to him while he spread her legs just a bit more, positioning himself between her thighs.

He held her gaze for a moment, the air thick between them. Her soft, smooth skin was against his rough, calloused hands. Her warm, supple breasts were squeezed against his bare torso.

Her face was only inches apart from his.

"I've waited so, so long for this..." He murmured huskily, his voice a low growl as he spoke.

He inhaled her scent once more, his hand raising to move against her hair, his fingers tangling into her silky locks.

"... And I'm going to enjoy every single second of it."

[honeyinapot]

The Long Goodbye

I’ve also got this on AO3 and Wattpad uhhh I don’t use tumblr often I don’t think I’ve ever written anything on here since I made the account? If you wanna teach me anything that’d be nice…

Character deaths warning this is Dazai you’re reading about + Beast Light Novel spoilers.

"Osamu, why do you always seem like you're going somewhere?" You murmured to the man laying on your chest.

"Belladonna," His laugh vibrated against you warming the heart he pressed his ear against. "I'm not going anywhere." 

"I know you Dazai, maybe you're not going anywhere but you're planning something." You frowned raising an eyebrow at him, "And you know how much I hate that nickname cut it out." 

A calloused hand slipped from under you, Dazai slide his body above yours before resting his hand on your cheek. Dipping his head and gently kissing the curve of your neck softly. A contrast to the rough hand grazing over your burning ears. 

"Love, forgive me..sometimes I feel as though you'll be the death of me." Dazai cold breath brought chills amongst your spine. "Even outsmarting me in my own game, you know I love it when you call me my name." 

"Osamu." 

"That's better." Before resting his weight against you once more. A comfortable silence trickled in, staring at the ceiling you slipped your hands in his hair massaging his scalp as he controlled his breathing. 

"What are you planning?" 

Dazai grinned up at you. "Well right now I'm planning to cuddle with you for an hour or so then maybe seduce—"

You sat up bending his body uncomfortably above you, he rolled off to an empty side of the bed. 

"Seriously Dazai, I'm trying to have a conversation with you." You furrowed your eyebrows at the steel case beside you, he made you curious. He sighed through his nose and faced the ceiling. 

"Like I said earlier, I'm not going anywhere or planning anything. Can we go back to what we were doing?" 

He was changing the subject, but this had been something you wanted to discuss for awhile now. 

"Dazai, why have I never been to your job? Actually, why won't you let me?"

"I never want to see you there." He still wouldn't look at you. 

"Where do you work?" 

He didn't respond. You pressed your lips together as you stared at him. You wanted him to tell you the truth, you gave him chances, hints, nudges. Now you were pushing. 

"The Port Mafia, (Y/n) I work at the Port Mafia." You said for him. He stilled turning to look at you with wide eyes. 

"What...what did you just say?" 

"Did you expect me to never see a wanted poster with your name on it? Or see the news? Are your bandages on too tight?" Sarcasm poured from you, you didn't want to be cross with him, but if you want to hide something don't do a piss poor job at it. 

Dazai pushed off the bed. He felt around for his deep brown rich coat and shoes. 

"What are you doing?" You stood following him.

"I have to go."

"We're not done talking."

"I'm done...I'm done talking." 

"You're kidding." You breathed out as he approached the door. 

"You face countless threats everyday risking your life, but you're a coward when it comes to me?" 

His back faced you as he held the doorknob with an internal struggle. He shut his eyes seeing something he never wanted to see again. 

"Yes (Y/n), goodnight."

He slipped away leaving only a quiet click of the door. Presenting him with what you knew meant Dazai had more plans to arrange. He only hoped you wouldn't be there when the time came. 

You hadn't heard from him in days and it was getting on your nerves. You only wanted to talk, to understand, to calm your nerves. There'd been more fights breaking out within Yokohama since your last conversation. 

You didn't even know if he was alive. 

You were bristling as you stood in front of the large building. You really meant to calm your nerves but you just weren't able to brush aside your curiosities. 

Suited up men and women stood outside the building as you walked toward the doors. One of them to your surprise held the door open for you. 

"Thank you."

"Enjoy your trip Mrs. Dazai."

The door shut behind you as heat rushed to your face. 

"Mrs?" You mused as your brain finished. You continued to the receptionists desk as the image of that fool pranced around your mind. A small grin rested on your face seeing him jump around room to room, person to person with your picture. 

'Look at my wife!' 

Asking for your 'husband' you made your way to his office. During the elevator ride up you thought about what it would be like to actually marry the man. Your days always filled with adventure. 

The doors opened to a long empty corridor. You heard only the sound of your shoes and the fabric on your thighs rubbing together. 

You stared out at the beautiful day taking in how warm and sunny it was. Maybe you'd bully him into taking you on a date. 

Dazai always had a reason for his actions, maybe you pushed too far. You couldn't wait to see his face to say you loved him and you were sorry. Sliding your hands in your pockets a smile spread across your face and your heart sung. 

But then you saw him.

"Osa...Osa!"

You tried to breathe, make your voice stronger. 

You weren't sure where your mind went as the scream built in your throat. At first you hadn't realized...but then his bandage unraveled and his deep brown eyes met yours for a moment a second and you could've sworn you felt your heart burst as he fell. A tucked away thought that you'd always feared finally came true. 

You wrote for days. 

Blueprints. Drafts. Editing. More drafts. Copies. Then finalized your work onto a page. 

When you awoke in your new world you were certain your days of hurt would be over. All you had to do was find him. So you searched and stumbled upon a coffee shop. 

You slipped above the stairs without alerting anyone. 

Your heart responded to familiar laughter, it made you walk faster brushing past someone.

"Hey!" A distraction you ignored and pushed forward throwing open doors.

"You're not suppose to be in here—" You could faintly feel their hand try to grab you by the arm. 

"What the hell? Hey!"

You finally threw open the door he stood behind. A room in disarray, paperwork fluttering around him and his tan coat as the sunset in the distance. Although you were facing his back you could tell he was grinning at the chaos around him. 

Seeing him again wedged your heart in your throat. Your voice once again faltered, his name fell from your lips as a whisper. It felt like too long since you'd last saw him, nearly moments ago you were cooped up in your room writing to see him again. 

Momentary bliss was destroyed when arms scooped you up pulling you into a frenzy. 

"I've been calling for you throughout the hallway! You can't be up here." Blonde hair floated into your vision as you struggled against him thrusting your body forward and hanging onto the door frame. 

"Dazai you suicidal bastard when I get my hands on you—"

Osamu's head snapped toward the sound of your voice, the smile he dawned earlier slipping as he recognized you. He'd barely been able to piece together your name in his brain as distant memories of your lives together haunted him. 

You reached for the wooden beam above the doorframe hoisting your body for your legs momentum and throwing them back to land into Kunikida's gut. Weakening his grip you slipped from his arms releasing the beam and stormed up to the glowing man before you. 

Without wasting time you pulled his body close grabbing him by his collar. The tan coat felt different on his body compared to his darker attire. 

And his eyes. God, his eyes. You'd never seen both before one had always been enough. But being here seeing light simmering in his deep brown eyes unravelled something in you. You were happy to see him, it finally brought you peace, yet you were also pissed beyond words you couldn't find. 

While you sat in your home writing you hadn't prepared what you'd say to him. You hadn't even thought about the raw emotions you'd have spilling out, the tears you failed to fight. 

Seeing you like this broke him, he hadn't planned to find you again 

"You said you weren't going anywhere, you swore! You never lie Dazai at least not to me! Why? Why? Why?!"

Dazai had loved you many times, but he wasn't sure how he messed up so badly. Well he did, he just refused to believe it. This wasn't his first time writing in the book, but this was his first time seeing your heartbreak. In every timeline he'd created for you he never lived long enough to see the aftermath. He'd never even gotten to the level of being with you, thinking staying afar would be safer, smarter.

Although he countlessly told himself this he always got closer, intertwining himself in your life. Despite his ability Osamu was still human, and humans made mistakes. He couldn't help it, he desperately missed you in his world. He hadn't held you in years, kissed you, heard you, all he'd been able to do was place flowers on your grave.

Only hearing his own voice, holding himself, missing your touch. 

Osamu had met you years before his mafia life. You'd survived in the slums together by outsmarting and stealing from on goers. Today you managed to pickpocket the wrong one. 

"I don't feel too fondly about little pests as yourselves touching me. Unless of course it were my dear Elise." He spoke calmly without a care in the world as he brought a foot down hard onto your abdomen. Your body salivated from the pain allowing you to cough up only that. He dug his heel into you as he grabbed Dazai by the throat. 

"Now which one of you insects has it?" 

You squirmed under the weight as Dazai observed keeping his one eyed gaze hard. 

"Well boy?" Mori tore his eyes from Dazai to you as you writhed beneath him. 

"Doesn't seem like your friend can take much more—" Mori looked back only to quickly release the dangling boy. He narrowly missed a golden metallic butterfly. Quick on his feet Dazai swooped low kicking the man off you. You scrambled toward him both of you bolting out the bright lit alleyway.

You huffed and puffed as you leant over, your lungs and body screaming for air. 

"Let's stay away from that area for awhile." Dazai murmured just as out of breath as you were. 

"You don't have to tell me twice..who even was that guy? I mean who strangles kids!?" Despite being in the wrong yourself he could've defended himself some other way. There's no need to go murdering children. 

"You ignored me only to not know who we were stealing from?" Dazai was as pissed as a fifteen year old could be. 

"I didn't hear you! He looked like an easy mark!" 

"(Y/n), you're the easy mark! His wanted posters are literally everywhere he's from the Port!" 

You ignored the remark he made given your mistake it was justified. 

"Then why didn't you let me take him on? The mafia sucks and you know how my ability works I could've won easy." 

Dazai opened and closed his mouth completely clamping his mouth shut at his reasoning being ridiculous. He couldn't even lie, not to you, never. 

"Because."

"Becauseee?" You annoyingly nudged at his feet. Dazai turned away from you leaving his bandaged side to your sight. 

"Osamu? Because what?" 

This was the truth even if it was partial. 

"Because...dumb old guys focus more on hurting you than me, so it leaves a clear opening to land a hit."

You stared at him void of any emotion.

"What?" He still refused to look at you, but he felt your stare.

"That didn't answer my question." 

Startled he looked at you with red flush on his face and brown eyes bubbling with panic. A funny contrast compared to his usual teasing and stoic personality. 

"I'm suppose to— I—you!" Dazai placed his hands on his face and let out a muffled scream. 

"Do you know what the Mafia is?" Dazai drug his hands across his face as you gave an answer. In his eyes you saw that something wasn't right. 

Barely a second later Dazai had shot toward you crashing your bodies together onto the dirt. As your head hit the ground a giant syringe stuck into the spot Dazai had been. 

"If you're curious, I could show you the definition." You looked in horror as the man you robbed earlier approached you. 

Osamu held you close with a scowl on his face dissipating his earlier fluttering emotions. 

"Join me and maybe I'll spare you the punishment of trying to embarrass me."

A rumbling filled the heated room from the bees residing in it. You opened a window to clear the suffocating feeling. You didn't know how Dazai wore that dark long trench coat when you work together. He should've been hot enough with the bandages on. 

Pulling away from the window you decided to check on your colony's productivity. Lazily stepping toward an angry bee covered corpse you dug into his mouth to retrieve a blood filled honeycomb. Your signature. Your eyes lingered over your work that you'd brutally honed for three years. Crystals gleamed within each hexagonal shape indicating the sweetness. 

Your sights peered over to Dazai who'd been using the torture method on the aspiring new port mafia's boss. In other words a fake using the actual Port's name in vain. Dazai had still been punching the man and you wondered if he'd ever be done. 

"I'm bored Osamu." 

His dark brown eyes met yours a deep void that barely clung to light. 

"Then come over here and finish him off." 

He pulled away as you approached him shaking off the blood on his fist and wiping the rest on his coat. Rolling your eyes you yanked open the boss' mouth and placed the honeycomb made from his deceased partner and placed it. You patted the gang members head to hush him. 

"Be a good boy and don't spit it out. The bees will follow wherever the comb is."

The boss teared up, maybe from pain, maybe from remorse, or from enjoying the sweet treat you left. You didn't really care. The job was done. 

"Don't take us sparing you as a change of heart, we just need you alive for the papers, m'kay sport?"

He had the nerve to cry. 

The both of you turned away, Dazai slipped an arm around your waist as you left the building. 

"Fucking Port Mafia wannabe." 

The walk most of the way back was long..for Dazai at least. 

"Dammit Chuuya's right you are a waste of bandages!" 

Dazai avoided looking at you, which was easy for him. 

"I didn't do anything wrong!" He whined denying your complaints. 

"Nothing wrong? You dropped me!" You pushed the lanky eighteen year old onto the grass. You hadn't expected him to pull you down with him. You shrieked as you tumbled down the hill with him. Your limbs intermingled with Dazai's as well as your laughter. 

"I don't scream like that!" You snickered. 

Dazai mimicked you once more sending both of you into fits of laughter. 

"Stop!" You laughed harder to the point were it hurt to even breathe. 

"It's exactly how you sound!" Tears flooded Dazai's eyes as he held his stomach. It hurt from the laughter so did his heart as he watched you. 

Hair a mess, clothes tussled and blood stained from earliers fight. His heart caught in his throat from how beautiful he found you in the nightlight. He sat up fast feeling dizzy. 

You continued to laugh until you realized you'd been laughing alone. You breathed out, "Osamu?" 

He'd sat up and looked toward the sky. You could barely see his face. Following his lead you also sat up leaning your body against his. 

"Belladonna." He turned toward you leaning closer making your face burn. 

"Is something wrong?" You whispered.

"It's just will you..." Dazai's face shyly lowered to your shoulder, "will you do a double suicide with me?"

Your rising blood pressure rose higher switching from nervousness to anger. You thought he'd been asking you something different. As playfully as you could you shoved him off you.

"No idiot and stop calling me by that stupid flower!" 

He looked at you with puppy eyes.

"So you won't kill yourself with me?" 

"Is there a bandaged squeezing your brain? No!" You stood up even more pissed as you blinked back tears. It frustrates you more that you were upset about this. Every time it felt like he was toying with you. 

"How about I go finish the report and I see you tomorrow Dazai? It's late and I just want to knock this out." 

"Why the formalities (Y/n)? Did I make you upset?" Dazai joined you standing, towering over you with a smirk. You turned away from him fighting hot tears and a tightness in your chest. 

"I'm gonna head back."

You peeled away from him miserably trudging up the grassy hill. Dazai followed behind you hands in his coat pockets. Walking ahead gave you time to cool and brush off negative thoughts. 

"(Y/n)?"

You paused in your steps taking a breath in before turning to him. He stood paces away from you hands now at his sides fidgeting as he balled them up. 

"Is something wrong?" 

A simple question. Simple enough to make the floodgates pour. Enough to have Dazai bolting toward you. 

A few droplets wiped away bloody grim off your face. Dazai's calloused hand held your cheek, his thumb smeared stray tears as he whispered. The street light above you flickered on and the sight of him, the proximity made your chest hurt. 

"Hey, what's wrong?"

You slapped the hand away. 

"You're what's wrong! I don't get you! I just—"

You buried your face in your hands with a sigh. You felt small in this moment, vulnerable. 

"You're so frustrating look I—" You slide your hands off your face. Looking him in the eye you started over. 

"I like you a lot. I don't understand if you like me back because you're always teasing me. Getting my hopes up and then stepping all over them like some game! It's irritating just give me a hint anything!"

He'd clumsily crashed his lips into yours having zero prior experience besides his pillow. He wished Chuuya had taken up his offer on practicing because God was he nervous. You were soft and bittersweet against his lips despite how rigid you were. 

'Fuck, wait.'

Dazai pulled away from you. He shouldn't have done that this wasn't some fairy tale this was real life. Yet when he opened his eyes he saw yours shut tight, face flushed and hands squeezing at your uniform. 

You peeked an eye open with a pout on your face. 

"Why'd you stop?" 

That night something you'd always cherish was the way his eyes shimmered. Pupils blown out wide and a bright light creeping through his eye while he stared at you with a wide grin. 

"You're stiff as a wall."

You'd blush harder if you could. 

"You're awful you know that, Dazai?"

"Osamu." He leaned closer to your face.

"What?" 

"When you're happy, mad, or angry even with me call my name. We've known each other for too long, but it's alright we'll have more than enough time to practice."

You tried his name again, it felt differently with your newfound relationship.

"Osamu."

"Good, now we can practice those kissing skills." 

You knocked him upside the pole.

"See you at the base, while you're up there plan a date for us tomorrow. We're taking the day off."

You weren't going to make it. You knew that even with Dazai blasting his way through members it was obvious. 

Your focus had been occupied with more than enough between taking fire and bringing swarms over the men. Although you were busy your instinct had you peek at Dazai. You were right, it was a shame that he'd always been your weakness. Two members had eyes on him both taking fire as he returned shots. A third member crept behind him. Without a clear shot you leapt out of cover sure you'd gotten everyone. 

"Osamu! Watch out!" You fired two shots into the members skull and they fell.

Dazai turned toward the sudden disturbance as he hid behind his cover. As he ducked away to reload he'd seen you get shot three times in the chest. To his horror he'd seen his targets change their aim to you. In response to this the bees you deployed were further angered planning new hives in the two remaining. 

Dazai rushed over dropping to your body in a heartbeat. Pulling off his jacket he pressed it onto you to stop the bleeding wound. The fabric didn't help. You were choking. Gargling up words as you bled out. 

"(Y/n)..no hey..look at me, look at me."

You saw the panic in his eyes, but remained calm. Everything was fine, he was safe. 

Blood filled your mouth and pooled out of it as you struggled to speak. You reached for his face cupping the bandages instead of flesh. 

"O...s...a? Os...am....u?" Your body seized still from the pain grabbing a hold of the bandages and pulled. If your heart hadn't been broken already the organ broke at the sight of both his eyes. As you saw yourself dying you watched that light you loved fade alongside you. Tears rushed to your eyes as Dazai turned to a creak at the door. 

A file of members barged in. You could see Dazai scream as he fired at them. Despite how close he was you could no longer hear his screaming nor the ricochet of the guns. 

But you could feel his tears on your body as he fought for you as you quickly drifted to a permanent slumber. 

Soon after Dazai quit the mafia. There was no longer any point to continue protecting you. 

He'd already failed.

Years passed. 

He'd turned 19. 

                Then 20,

                    Then 21,

                         Than 22 without you. 

And every year he found himself feeling eighteen again for four years. Cold and alone missing you. 

Until he found it. The very thing Fyodor had destroyed the world with. 

The Book. 

He shaped and molded worlds for you to live in. Worlds where he could see you happy. A world where he could see you safe. Never again hungry scraping up dirt in the slums. He could never put you through that again. Dazai originally wrote to see you from a distance and then he left. 

The first time he'd done so he came back to this world without you again feeling empty. He picked up a pen again to see you then disappeared. 

But then he bumped into you, his mistake really he shouldn't have gotten too close. Months of seeing you from afar had him craving for more, but touching you gave him butterflies. A sudden thrill he'd missed for years—he caught himself before the rollercoaster of emotions went any further and once again disappeared. 

Now? 

Being away from you for so long made him restless. 

So he created a world where he could fall in love with you all over again. Every world he'd made he'd kept everything that built your personality, especially you're cleverness. The very thing that led you worlds to his, something he hadn't even planned. 

The only two aware of it should still be in that book. 

Akutagawa and Atsushi. 

So how?

"Osamu!" You pulled him worlds away back to his own and he breathed. 

"You have nothing to say? Since you're so quiet I'll say what I've got on my mind bastard." 

You opened your mouth to yell at him, but he'd shut you up with a kiss. 

And he was eighteen with you again. Having his first kiss under a dim flickering streetlight, stealing bread from bakeries, taking out targets, going on dates. He was forever eighteen every time he kissed you. 

But this time was special because he was eighteen and his life finally moved forward. 

Bonus: Kunikida grumbling as he picks up and reorganizes the papers surrounding the two of you. 

Extra bonus: You're absolutely terrified of Atsushi he's literally known in your world for being a murderer?? Since he's a cat and cats are scared of water you throw a lot of water on him the first day, and then adopt him.

[yanpotatowriter]

“It’s okay, I know you’re just not used to being cared for so much.” + Any character you feel like writing for~

“It’s okay, I know you’re just not used to being cared for so much.” is what Hamano said to you when you tried to make it clear that you did not need his help for every small thing that you were doing just because you manage to get an injury. However, it was clear that no matter what you were saying was not getting through the smiling soccer player as he ignored every attempt that you did to make him back off and practically kept insisting that you needed his help even if you were not used to someone going out of their way to do that for you. So as a response to what the male said was just to shake your head slightly as you accepted the fact that the male was going to carry around your bookbag and his own the entire school day, it was strange especially considering that you and Hamano only had fleeting conversations and that the minute you get injured the male is around you like you are someone that needs help at all time yet at the same time it is nice to be doted on for once.   Maybe you just underestimated how close the two of you were.

Throughout the day Hamano did cheer up your day with some light-hearted jokes and teasing and that routine carried through the entire time that you were injured, even getting closer to his friends.

It was hard to pinpoint where the friendship shifted even further because although you had healed from your injures, and you were doing everything on your own again eventually Hamano started to insist on helping you with small things at first that slowly turned into bigger things, yet every time you tried to talk about it, he would give a sheepish grin and back off a bit before starting to do the things again, and it always escalated a little bit more than it did the previous time.

Yet when you asked his other friends about his seemingly strange behaviour, but they just told you not to worry about it, and to just let it happen.

So you decided to let it slide for now, after all you still have your independence when you're home…right?

[ryukatters]

a/n: Inspired by that one scene from the apothecary diaries of jinshi interrogating maomao lamaksomsosk (kaiji tang you will always be famous) but with a diff twist

pairing: satoru gojo x gn! reader

content: jealous! Gojo, Gojo really likes reader but reader is kind of dense, reader is a grade one sorcerer younger than Gojo

You give Yaga a quick yet thorough debrief of your mission. You made Nanami go home, insisting that you’d handle all the technical work, since he went out of his way to save your ass when you called him for backup. Your mission had taken an awry turn from a simple investigation of some odd activity near a detention center to having to fight off not one, but two special grade curses.

Sometimes missions don’t go the way you expect them to. That’s normal. Checking in with Yaga after coming back from said missions is also customary. What isn’t normal though, is the way Satoru Gojo is standing behind you grumbling under his breath with each sentence you speak. You can practically feel the menacing aura emanating from his very being. It seeps into your bones and you have to suppress a shiver.

There’s not much you can do. The Jujutsu world’s strongest sorcerer can do whatever he wants. And if he wants to breathe fire down the neck of his poor junior? Then so be it.

“That’s all for my report, sir.”

You bow to Yaga before turning around to get the hell out of the office, far away from him. You give Gojo a slight nod of acknowledgment with the full intention to skitter out of there, but you’re stopped by a large hand gripping your shoulder firmly.

Satoru leans down to whisper into your ear, “I’ll be waiting for you in my office.”

You can’t suppress the way you shudder at his touch and the low timbres of his voice.

And with that, Satoru whips around with a slight ‘hmph’ before sauntering down the hall.

You hear Yaga sigh behind you as you shut the door. You take your time walking, dragging your feet as the ball of anticipation in the pits of your stomach sinks deeper and deeper. You take a deep breath as you grip the door handle leading to Gojo’s office.

Gojo’s sitting down when you enter. Even with his blindfold on, you can tell that his expression looks miffed. His body language too— impatiently drumming his fingers against his thigh. His uncharacteristic silence seeps into every nook and cranny, filling you with an even deeper sense of dread.

Was he upset with you? You hope you’re overthinking things.

“You asked to see me?” You start.

“So…your mission. Heard you had to fight two special grade curses.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. Which gives you the inkling feeling that Gojo isn’t all that interested in actually speaking about your latest assignment.

“I did.”

(You want to remind him that he was in the room when you told Yaga, but you bite your tongue.)

“I see,” he hums noncommittally.

“…And?” You can feel the way his six eyes sear into you even with that stupid blindfold on. You wish he’d just cut to the chase already.

“And when you needed back up, you decided to call Nanami?”

“Yes,” you say with a slight hint of hesitation. You’re not entirely sure what he was trying to get at here. “He was the first sorcerer I saw on my recent calls.”

“Funny how I called you this morning yet you didn’t think about seeking me out for help,” Gojo pouts, idly playing with some empty candy wrappers that were on his coffee table. “Or do you just prefer Nanami over me?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m not sure what you’re trying to say,” you respond honestly. Because you don’t. Why is he making such a big deal out of this in the first place?

Gojo looks at you, flabbergasted. He groans in exasperation. Were the random (but constant) phone calls, lunches (and dinners), and just generally wanting to be with you not enough? What more does he have to do to make you realize?

Jealousy is a fickle thing. Satoru hates uncertainty, especially when it concerns him. It makes him feel weak. The good thing about fickle feelings is that they can be replaced by something more consistent, more complete, more gratifying. And he’s pretty fucking sure that he loves you by now, even when you’re too thickskulled to recognize that.

Satoru stands up and makes his way in front of you. He towers over you easily, bringing a hand to cup your chin and look at him.

“The next time you need something, and I mean anything— you tell me,” he says. He lacks his usual air of playfulness, instead replaced by a more stern tone— one that forces you to listen. “I can give you whatever you need.”

It’s your turn to stare now. You can feel your ears run hot at the implications with what your senior just said. “Okay, I will,” you whisper. “Thank you, Gojo.”

“Satoru.” he all but demands.

“Thanks, Satoru.”

*throws this into the tags to distract everyone from the fact I haven’t finished his bday fic*

[accioscarheadthings]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!! 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 🏐

smut🌶️ // fluff 🍭// angst🌧️// hurt-comfort 🎂// request 💌//

characters I write for

Tsukishima Kei

⨠ Too Tired 🌶️ established relationship, sub!tsukishima ⨠ Rough Day 🍭 establlshed relationship, switch!tsukishima

Keishin Ukai

⨠ Morning Off 🌶️🍭 established relationship, soft!dom!ukai

Oikawa Tooru

⨠ On my Tongue🌶️ established relationship, switch!needy!oikawa, ⨠ Collide 🌶️ established relationship, brat!oikawa, ⨠ Insatiable 🌶️💌 established relationship, pleasure!dom!oikawa,

Asahi Azumane

⨠ A Lil Taste 🌶️ established relationship, sub!asahi ⨠ In Your Arms 🎂🍭 established relationship, highschool!asahi

Akaashi Keiji

⨠ Making it up to you 🍭 established relationship, timeskipl!akaashi

Tadashi Yamaguchi

⨠ Breathless Encounter strangers to lovers, inexperienced!tadashi

-more to come!

multiple character stories

⨠ The Spiral Into Doubt 🎂🌧️

pairings: suguwara kōshi , daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsuro, asahi azumane, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji

⨠ Spread Wide 🌶️

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x tsukishima kei x fem!reader

tropes: established relationship, threesome

⨠ Lessons In Intimacy pt.1🌶️🍭

⨠ Lessons in Intimacy pt.2 🌶️ 💌

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x kenma kozume x athelete!fem!reader

tropes: friends to lovers, allusions to poly relationship

⨠ On Court Chemistry 🍭

pairings: suguwara kōshi , daichi sawamura, ryūnosuke tanaka, yū nishinoya

⨠ Safe in his arms 🎂🍭💌

pairings: tadashi yamaguchi, asahi azuname, suguwara kōshi , daichi sawamura, iwaizumi hajime, osamu miya, akaashi kaiji, yaku morisuke, shinsuke kita

⨠ When they have a breeding kink 🌶️

pairings: nishinoya yuu, oikawa tooru, yamaguchi tadashi miya osamu, bokuto koutarou, hinata shouyou, kozume kenma, azumane asahi, kageyama tobio

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

What you were saying with characters with the same voice actors got me thinking...

Dazai has the same English voice actor as gojo satoru from jjk. You know where I'm going with this 👀

Okay, now I have another Self-Aware! BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter crossover small idea.

What if... Reader's powers, during the Hunt, activated, and they accidentally summoned characters, who have the same voice actors, as BSD Cast.

So, they have summoned Gojou Satoru. And, because I think, it's funny, Detective Pikachu (from game, Kaiji Tang, Dazai's VA voiced him).

Just imagine, what would happen, when Gojou, Pikachu and Reader returned to real world.

Imagine Kunikida's headache from dealing with the trio. Dazai, Pikachu and Gojou immediately boned over.

[justcallmesakira]

BABE ARE REQUESTS OPEN?? IF THEY AREN'T IGNORE THIS, BUT I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD POSSIBLY WRITE A DAZAI X GN READER WHO IS EXTREMLYYYYYY TICKLISH?? MOSTLY ON THE SIDE?🫶

and they're to shy to admit it so he just BOOW wrecks them with teases making them hide in his chest from them...💗

i-i- need some of this kinda of dazai fluff rn, AND TOUR WRITING IS AMAZING I JUST HAD TO ASK YOU!!! 🫶💌

"Feathery laughs"

Sypnosis: Dazai with a s/o who is extremely ticklish!!

Pairings: Dazai x reader,

Genre: Lowkey crack, fluff

Warnings: none I think Unless you count strapping bombs to your sides. ..

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST OMFGGG OFC BBG MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN (only for you😜/hj)

Oh god--

How are you even lovers with this man I hate him so much (I almost had 2 breakdowns because of him)

He's ofc gunna try to bombard you BRO😨

So you borrowed kaiji's lemon bombs to strap them against your sides so you won't have to go through hell! ⊹₊ꕤ˚₊⊹

like you two will be having a nice evening with pink clouds outside and laying next to each other and all of a sudden he's tickling you ferociously like a tiger

I bet he will be grinning that hot while you uncontrollably laugh and wheeze

But Oh oh oh OHHH if you try to tickle HIM he's gonna give you the most weird ahh side eye

Effing hypocrite

Even if you wear baggy clothes you can't escape bro😢😭

At this rate even his chest isn't safe bro JUST RUN-

Unless you want to be breatheless😁 (like oda lol)

He know how flustered U get when he tries getting you to admit your ticklish

But sometimes he just wants to place your head on his chest with the sunlight reflecting on your flustered face hiding in his chest with his arms around your waist

<3333

Scenario~ ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

You were in a slouching position, resting on a lathered armchair. It's better to take a quick nap while your lover is on his giddy way to his shared apartment with his love.

Clack!

The door of the empty and quiet apartment opens.

"Bellllaaaaaa! I am home!" Dazai calls out slightly in a loud tone as he hungs his sand brown coat on the hanger and skips to your shared bedroom where he is greeted with his one and only's sleeping position.

Dazai quietly walks over to your body. His tall height stands over your figure as all of a sudden he starts massaging his fingers in a fast movement making you jolt up laughing.

"RAHHHHH- DAZ--HAHAAphdhegtd-" you tried choking out as dazai ferociously kept tickling you here and there while you ran around the apartment.

Just a couple, and their lighthearted times where they forget everything but their love for each other!!

Finally after hours of childish antics you fianly begged him to stop which he onyl stood up with a face of triumph.

Later that night your dried tears of pure laughter glistened on your face which was buried in his warm chest protecting you from any sort of dangers. He only smiled at you as he rubbed your back with a relaxed smile like that of a parent when they see their child's happy face after reading them a story

"You're so annoying..." you pouted out with a flustered face, clearly shy to admit you have a sensitive body as you digged your face deeper into his chest.

"Am I? My bad belladonna! You just so cute all adorable and flustered like that"

The bandaged man replied with a more genuine tone not a teasing one.

Anything to hear your feathery laughs once again...

A/N: my body is also very sensitive and I am extremely ticklish also THIS WAS SO CUTEEE??? Guys please send more aks😭🙏

[antennaed-kenzy]

Brighter Than the Sun

✦ Gen Narumi x f! reader

✦ Warning: not prof-read, little romantic, kissing,

✦ Misc: Word Count: 3.6k+ first Kaiji no. 8 oneshot that was chosen on a wheel, im so happy it landed on it. singer au.

✦ In which you were special to him.

She was his star, well not literally his star. She was on the big TV screen doing an interview on one of those late-night shows, while Gen was sitting on his couch remote in hand watching her.

He really can't believe they were the same age and {Y/n} had achieved so much more than him. All he does is stay in his apartment playing games watching TV and making a mess all over. And yet the most gorgeous woman is on his TV screen smiling and laughing with the host.

Seeing her smiling and laughing all about made him jealous. It's not like he wanted to be in her position, no he rather wanted to be by her side. Having interviews with her, and playing by her side at concerts. He just wanted to be by her side, but he was just an average civilian.

"And that ties up today's show with our special guest, {Y/n} {L/n}." A go-lucky voice spoke facing the cameras and mic. "We hope to see you next week," The camera started to zoom out and the host and {Y/n} were seen to be having a conversation.

The show went on commercial as it was over and the next show was about to play. Gen shut off his TV knowing what next will not be his {Y/n}. He got up from the couch going to the kitchen not so far away. Gen got himself a little snack before heading to bed. Though he couldn't sleep at all.

The only thing on his mind was the interview that was on the TV with {Y/n}. He hated they were the same age but she was doing so much better, he hated how she was always around other guys, and he hated seeing her on TV. But did he really hate it no he was just telling himself that like every other person in this universe that likes her.

But unlike everyone else, he was something special. A real talent to {Y/n} herself.

{Y/n} behind the scenes was about just the same as she presented herself to other people and her fans. She was a chill person and liked to lounge a lot. She didn't do much really at all.

Even though she had lots of fame, she acted like she didn't. Well, not in a bad way she was still nice to her fans and she liked it when they said hi to her.

Anyway, the other band members were quite the same as her. They all did nothing, the only time they did was when they had ideas for a new song. Even then it would take a few months before it was ready for release.

Some of them also like to play games together... well all of them played games together when they got the chance. Sometimes {Y/n} indulges her time in watching people play said games. One of her favorite streamers was someone named Narumi Gen.

She really liked to watch him. She really liked that he the same age and doing what he like, she liked how good he was as the games, she like his smiling and laughing though she was only behind a screen. And she really did like that about him, though she never met him.

Since Gen couldn't fall asleep he decided to start a stream.

As {Y/n} was lying in bed looking through her phone she got a notification that Gen Narumi was streaming.

The male started his stream. "Today is going to be a short stream. I'm tired."

The chat was a little sad but complied nonetheless as they couldn't do anything.

Gen talked a little and before he knew it the sun was peaking through his blinds and the early birds were chirping. "Oh, shit. Anyway, guys I going to have to end the stream." And that he did.

{Y/n} woke up when she heard a loud sound from her phone. She saw he was still streaming though he had just ended. She didn't even realize she fell asleep.

The female turned off her phone but she didn't get up from bed. She stared at her popcorn ceiling having her thoughts take over her brain. That was until she was rudely interrupted by one of her band members.

"Good morning, {Y/n}!" Her door busted open and the male walked over to {Y/n} leaning in front of her. His white hair facing down falling down his pale chiseled face.

The female started into his green eyes that were staring right back waiting for a response.

"Whatever good morning Jake."

"Oh come one, {Y/n}. It's a bright and early day you know what that means."

"That it's time for me to sleep in," She rolls over in the bed facing away from Jake.

The male lay in her bed taking her blanket to cover himself. He snuggled next to the female. "Fine then, {Y/n}. Let's take a nap."

The female shrugged her shoulder laying away from Jake though he brought her closer. He knew it bothered her and that's why he was doing it, to get her up out of bed.

And she did indeed cave in.

"I think we should get up Jake," {Y/n} sits up waiting for the male to get out of bed.

"You're right, {Y/n}. I think the band is waiting for us downstairs. He gets up out of her bed and the female follows out.

"I'm going to get changed. I'll be downstairs in a bit."

"Holy fuck," Gen curses under his breath. He stayed up the whole night talking to his chat even though he said to himself it was going to be a short stream.

He got up from bed. The first thing he did was take a shower as he felt disgusting. Gen couldn't believe he stayed up all night without even realizing, he didn't even feel tired either.

When he was done taking the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist. He sat in his bed scrolling through his phone. As he was scrolling he saw that [band name] was going on a tour. He didn't take a second chance and bought tickets for places he could visit, which was a few.

Finally, he could see her again in person. Well, this will be the closest he can get to see her.

"We're going to start packing, {Y/n}." One of the band members says.

"Ok, Ron." She gives him a thumbs up going back to her room.

It was their first concert in a while and they forgot what to do. At least that's what they told each other but when they went out on stage that crowd went wild.

"We're back people!" {Y/n} screamed in the mic hyping the people up even more. "Just in case we forgot let's go over the members. We got Jake on the drums, Ron on the bass, Paul on the guitar, and {Y/n} (me) on a guitar and main vocals!"

"Let's get the show rolling!" Ron yelled into his mic playing some strings on his bass with Paul playing next. {Y/n} played her guitar waiting for the vocals in the song. Jake was waiting for his drums to come into the song as well.

The crowd went wild as this was the most popular song to date. Gen had to watch on YouTube as he couldn't make it to this concert. When the camera switched off {Y/n} he would wait for it to go back every time. He would also sing along sometimes without knowing it.

{Y/n} and Paul were back-to-back playing their guitar solo together. The two played as the drum queue came in and {Y/n} went back to vocals.

The concert went really well for their first time back on stage. When the concert was over they had special Vip tickets they sold where they can meet fans. They went behind stage to meet said fans that were wating.

Again, this was being filmed but not live. There were only a few fans for this little meet and greet. So, it was nice and didn't go on to late.

The band went back to their trailer and {Y/n} was the first to fall asleep. Jake snuggles up next to her to which she doesn't mind when they were going to sleep, it kept her warm.

Meanwhile, Gen was looking at hotels he could stay at for the week. He wasn't rich but he also wasn't poor at the same time. Gen had a nice and stable life he could live. So buying a few hotels to stay at for the concert wasn't too detrimental to his paycheck.

He stayed up pretty late finding places to stay at and when to leave to make it to the next concert.

Ron was the first to wake up like usual. The first thing he did to start his day was go outside to take a nice whiff of fresh air along with a cup of coffee that was made by Nolan.

It was nice for him to wake up without the rest bothering him like they would. Especially Paul who had him do everything that he could, and Ron wanted a break early in the morning when no one else would be awake.

Only the sound of the beautiful nature in front of him. And the cars on the highway could be heard. It was peaceful.

The next to wake up was Gen.

He looked at the time wondering why he had woken up this early. He lay in bed on his phone for a while looking at the news and the VIP interaction with the band on YouTube.

How he wished that was him. Well, it will be him tomorrow.

Ron got back in the trailer ready to get on the road. Nolan woke when he heard the start of the engine. He knew Ron was ready to leave.

"Hey, Buddy. You ready to leave," He asked sitting in the passenger seat.

Ron looked over nodding his head a yes. "Yeah, Ready to visit our next destination. We can let them sleep, they worked hard."

"So did you Ron. Let me drive." Nolan got up as Ron moved from the driver's seat. "Plus no offense I don't want you to crash this trailer, it was kinda expensive."

"I can drive," Ron was kinda offended by the guy's words.

"Sure you can."

Gen decided to get on the road so he could explore the city.

Another day another prepping from the concert. They had just got to the stage they were going to perform at. {Y/n} and Jake didn't want to do anything like always.

Paul and Ron had to carry most of their instruments and gear. Though Jake and {Y/n} didn't just sit there. The both of them greeted the people that would be working there, such as the bodyguards and a few other people.

Heck, they might have been busier than Paul and Ron, they only didn't have the physical labor. They had to walk around talking to people and explore the stadium.

Once they were done, Paul and Ron were waiting for them.

"When did you guys get done?" Jake asked walking up on the stage seeing the two sitting down on the floor talking to each other.

Ron looked up and saw the other two band members walking up one step in front of the other. "Oh, we've been done for a while."

"What about you guys?" Paul asked looking up and seeing {Y/n} and Jake tired and slouched over.

"Tired, we had to walk around this whole stadium. My legs are tired." Her legs gave out and her ass fell to the ground. Jake caught her shoulders setting her down lightly.

He sat down next to her taking a long sigh. "She's right. And the guys showing us around was so boring. He kept talking and talking about the history of this stadium."

"Yeah, he wouldn't stop talking about it. It's like the guy thought we were little kids too. I swear he was using smaller words, and I almost caught him talking in a baby voice." She groaned, "But at least that's over."

Ron spoke up, "But is this place nice? Are the people nice? Are there any faults?"

"Oh," {Y/n} speaks, "This place is nice. The people are nice. And there are no faults. So we're safe and so are our fans." She gave them a thumbs up.

They all just sat there on the stage all just chilling and on their phones. That was until the moment was ruined.

"Get off your phones. It's time to practice a little then you can explore the city." Nolan walked up to the four looking down at them.

They all collectively groaned not wanting to get up.

"Come on, Nolan. Can't we stay here a little longer?" Jake asked looking up at the male a sad look on his face.

"No, now get up." He rushed them up off the stage.

They practiced for a while, then a longer while until Nolan said they were good. After they were done and all the sound checking was done for tonight.

Gen was walking around the city. Seeing the sights and walking in and out of the stores. Even though he was by himself Gen was having a great time. You don't have to have a good time with other people, sometimes all you need is yourself.

As he was walking down the street, he could've sworn that he had seen {Y/n} and Paul. He looked back but they were already gone. Maybe he was seeing things.

He shrugged his shoulder ignoring the thought. And if he did I bet he would have to wait in line.

He looked at the time and thought it was time for him to get dinner if he wanted to make it to the concert on time and not get too full and puke, that would be embarrassing.

'Well, I could get her attention if I did that.' He wondered about the situation in his head if it did happen. If a hand, her hand reached out to him and helped him.

"What would you like to order?" The last at the counter asked.

Gen got out of his thoughts and ordered his food at a small cafe that he found. He sat down at a table with an iced coffee in hand. He was scrolling on his phone seeing what was going on.

He saw {Y/n} story, she was in the same city and she had just set up her stage for tonight. He clicked through the story seeing she was exploring the city with her band members.

{Y/n} and Paul were playing with their guitars. Playing songs and trying to see who could hit the harder note. Jake was sitting by his drums waving around the sticks. Ron was plucking at his bass tunning it.

It was almost time for the concert and they could see people already in line. Gen was waiting in line. He was one of the first people in line as well.

It was [band]'s last show in the tour. Gen had been to at least 8 concerts, maybe more he wasn't counting.

The sky was dark not even a single star in the sky, but there was a brighter star on stage, {Y/n}. Gen was standing close to the stage, he was in a great view to see the female.

The stage was dark with only a stage light in the back. The venue wasn't too busy as they were in a small area. Half the stage lit up showing the silhouettes of the band member.

{Y/n} grabbed the mic, "This is our last show of our tour. I wanted to end this show here if you didn't know this is our hometown."

Wait, this was their hometown? Gen had no idea he and {Y/n} lived in the same place. How did Gen never see here... Well, I guess he never left his house a lot.

"I want to sing a little special, we have been working on this song, and it will probably never be released."

She strung her fist string a Cm, Paul came in next playing a soft guitar. Ron's bass was on low but you could feel it playing through the guitar.

"My dear I won't leave you. I'll be right here." She was singing in a soft angelic tone unusual from what she would sing.

Some people knew what song she was singing. A song that was forgotten in time.

When they were done the crowd erupted in cheers and claps. It was so beautiful. Some of the people recognized the song.

It was the Lulu bubbles {Y/n} mom used to sing to her. She had a song nice calming voice and would sing to the town all the time. She told {Y/n} when she was a baby to do what she wants. And this is what she chose following in her mother's steps.

The rest of the concert went as normal. They sang their song and the crowd loved it. When the concert was over some people were going backstage for their VIP experience.

And Gen was one of them. In fact, he bought the special pass.

The normal VIP only had two people. They asked questions about the members and about the band.

Gen waited his turn outside the room. Which didn't take long. When the normal VIP was done he stood up taking a deep breath before walking into the room.

His star was sitting on the middle of the couch with the three boys surrounding her. She was sitting there with a smile on her face along with the others.

Those {Y/n}'s smile dropped when the male sat down in front of them. Gen didn't seem to like her reaction, he was nervous himself.

"Wait. I know you." {Y/n}'s voice was so shocked. "You're Gen! Narumi Gen!"

The male was confused as to what she was going on about. But he was surprised that she knew his name.

"I love to watch your streams! I love your videos!" {Y/n} was fangirling over one of her biggest fans. What an odd twist.

"Oh, well thank you. I love you--r music. I love your guy's music!" He saved himself before he said anything too embarrassing.

"Thank you," Paul spoke up.

"Do you wanna come to the trailer with me?" {Y/n} asked a big smile on her face.

Nolan walked forward taking the female's shoulder. He looked down at her with a dissatisfied face. Gen looked at him, a shiver sent throughout his whole body. He was scared of the man.

"Why do you need to go back to the trailer?" He asked in a low voice.\

"Dad, please. I just need to get something." She begged.

Gen was a little confused. The manager of the band was {Y/n}'s dad. Never in a million years would he have guessed that.

Nolan rolled his eyes rubbing her temple. He sighed annoyed and motioned her that the two could leave.

"Thank you, Dad!" She gave him a tight hug. She grabbed Gen's hand and he let her guide him.

{Y/n} ran with Gen following behind, well he didn't have a choice. Gen was so memorized by the female. His biggest star was fangirling over him. That comes once in a lifetime, just barely.

The [h/c]-colored female couldn't believe she was holding her favorite content creator's hand. Though Gen couldn't see it she was blushing like crazy.

They had finally made it to the trailer. {Y/n} opened the door letting Gen in first. She shut the door behind them. The male was already sitting down to {Y/n} join him.

"I can't believe this," She said looking at him. Gen coked his head sideways. "I can't believe we like each other, content I mean. I had no idea that I would have a fan that I'm a big fan of."

"Me either. I would never believe that I would ever meet you."

The two sat there silent. It was a little awkward but they didn't let that get in the way. {Y/n} may seem quiet, but in fact, she was quite bold.

She gave Gen a kiss on the cheek. That made him look at her. She gave him a full-on kiss, he was shocked but leaned in. Though the two had just met for some reason they just hit it off. Their chemistry shot through the roof.

The female sat on top of Gen as their kiss went deeper. I mean the guy couldn't complain this is one of his biggest dreams, to be touched by a star.

She let go of the kiss. {Y/n} looked at his red eyes admiring them, his eyes reminded her of the top of a sunset, so fierce and beautiful.

Gen's straight lips turned into a bit of a smile. The woman was going on to get another kiss as she got distracted by the male beauty. "Before we continue would you like to be my boyfriend?"

Gen nodded his head and was going for the next kiss until Nolan kicked the door open.

"I swear to the Gods above if you don't get off him {Y/n}!" He yelled scaring Gen.

"Dad," {Y/n} whined getting off her new boyfriend. "I swear we are officially together now."

Nolan shook his head and walked off leaving everyone confused.

Though Gen was in his own little word stating at a star so bright. He was starting at his star. What he can claim to be his forever. {Y/n} was his star.

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First Kaiji No. 8 oneshot of many more to come. I wanted to do a band au so I again spun a wheel like normal and wrote around it. I also didn't expect it to be this long, thxs for staying and reading it all if you did get this far

[trixibebe]

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My Fanfics: Tianyou Zhao x Reader: I Wouldn't Mind (Y8) Tianyou Zhao x Reader: Love You Left Me Madness (Y7) -> tag Todo Heisuke x Reader: Godless -> tag

[animeprincessforever]

Vampire Awtagawa X Reader My Love Will Stand

YOUR POV 

I have been with Awtagawa for 2 years now I fell in love with him since the first time I met him it was love at first sight. I joined the port mafia when I was 7 years old. Ougai found me abandoned in the streets. He believed my ability permeation. It allows me to become intangible letting me pass through any tangible matter I can phase through walls or the ground, as well as let enemy attacks pass through me harmlessly. It was easy to do tasks with my partner Kaiji Motojirō. However… my partner drives me crazy! His obsession with science was annoying at times. Especially when he wanted to test out my ability. My ability was very rare. I’m practically indestructible! I hated my ability till I met him. Rynosuke Awtagawa.  It was a normal day till I met him. He was bratty and compassionate about getting a man named Dazai’s attention. I never let it bother me till Dazai said “hey (Y/n)! Can you come here for a moment?” I nodded. I walked over “what is it Dazai?” I asked he smirked “I would like you to spar against Awtagawa!” He replied. I nodded “as you wish.” Dazai was grinning like a Cheshire Cat knowing that this guy did not know what he was up against. I’m very strong and confident. But sometimes I underestimate myself. So. I was scared to hurt him. We got in position and then he yelled “RASHOMON!” His ability. No demon lunged towards me “Ability Pass Through!” His eyes widen. I saw anger and per attack he sent went through me I caught him off guard when I seeped under the ground and kicked him down from behind. After that he always gave me dirty looks till one day he said “you are worthy of my time.” I looked at him. “I’m sorry. But, what is that supposed to mean?” I asked he then replied “you’re worthy of possibly being mine.” since that day our rivalry turned into love. 

 -Big Time Skip- 

Since Dazai left the port mafia and have a new acquaintance  Awtagawa has been more aggressive. More dominate. I was at our place we shared when I saw him grab his coat. “I shall be going.” I looked at him with worry. Something seemed off. “Okay. Are you alright though?” He looked at me and said “today is my chance to prove myself to Dazai. I love you.” He said as I was ready to say love you too he left. I mumbled “please be okay.” Then I heard Kaiji “well well well. Trouble in paradise?“ I sighed “why would you care?” He scoffed sarcastically “well! What type of partner would I be if I didn’t make sure my partner in crime wasn’t okay!” I rolled my eyes “whatever. Anyways what’s our mission? After all that’s why you’re here right?” He nodded “the boss wants us to get him some cadmium and benzene for something he is working on. However it’s in a secure place and heavily guarded.” I nodded “I see. Perhaps we do the lost lady as a distraction then ‘boom’?” He grinned “I love it when we do that plan. However you acting like a noble is sickening.” I giggled “you think so? I do consider myself an actress!” After me and my playful bickering towards him I got my outfit on (the outfit-https://www.pinterest.com/pin/18155204734546944/ {had to I love black butler!}) 

ON THE MISSION

As we walked into the warehouse I looked around the area. It was in the middle of the day and no security. So the robbery was a breeze. But then I got the call. Awtagawa was killed. I collapsed and burst into tears. Kaiji grabbed me and tried to comfort me as I sobbed. ‘How could this have happened?’ I thought.

FUNERAL

As they buried him tears poured down my face. “Goodbye my love.” I mumbled. As they layed him to rest. I then went home and stared at a pic of us. “I love you my love.” As I put down the picture a window shattered and there he was. “Rynosuke?” He was about to bite me then I smiled “I love you. My love will still stand.” After that everything went black.

the end tysm for reading

[lorillee]

like a week ago i saw one of those "[character] x (female) reader headcanons He leaves you for a man" things for kaiji and its bothered me ever since because like im sorry but lets be so honest with ourselves that man literally reeks of "bisexual but nobody wants him"

[bluebellhairpin]

Katsuki Bakugou X Reader

Summary: After being given a chance at piloting your own kaiji-killing mech, you start to get to know your copilot more intimately. (AKA. A collection of scenarios based on my Pacific Rim AU.)

Based off the song 'Count Your Blessings' by Mattiel - "Make yourself at home again, count your blessings, one to ten, your body will be whole again."

Prequel || Masterlist || Ko-fi

Warnings: Canon-typical Violence (Kaiji on Jaeger). Course Language. Alcohol consumption.

Australian!Reader (with gender neutral pronouns, and no specific body type or race mentioned).

PLEASE REFER TO EACH INDIVIDUAL PART FOR RELEVANT / EXTENDED WARNINGS.

I - Heatwaves

II - Kaiji Blue; Human Excalibur

III - Kwoon Combat Room

IV - Friends, Old and New

V - Shatterdome Sunsets

VI - Red Desert

VII - The Drift

VIII - Victory

IX - Evie (Part one)

X - Katsuki Bakugo

playlist (is subject to change)

Please note that while this is now my current priority, because of the nature of this series updates can (and probably will) be sporadic, and unpublished titles my be subject to change.

[remy-roll-writes]

Hi there! ❤️ If it's okay could you do either some headcanons or idea for a Hamano x mature!female!Reader? He's my favorite but there's sadly not much content about him. Thank you so much in advance and hope you have a lovely day!

Hi hi! Congrats on being my first random request, without me making a post and asking for some <3 tho, i'm not really comfy writing for fem reader so I'll do it gn, hope that's okay!

Hamano Kaiji with a mature!reader

Hamano himself is very silly. He often does things he maybe shouldn't or at least he should think a bit more about what he's about to do. So you always have to reassure him, pull him back and explain the situation so he doesn't get hurt or in trouble (again)

You also remind him every day to do his daily tasks like doing homework, eating at least two normal meals a day, etc.

While he does get annoyed somethimes and teasingly says "you're not my guardian" he does appreciate your general concern

Yet sometimes, it's the other way. He's the one who tells you to loosen up sometimes. One time, the two of you were fishing at the river. It was warm that day so he suggested going for a swim. You said no because the water is dirty and you don't even have swim clothes and before you could finish explaining, the two of you were already falling into the water. You were only mad for a few minutes but then... you had a lot of fun that day

Hope this is okay, it's a bit short tho, I'm sorry!

[pillow-anime-talk]

goofy and risky.

request: may i get dating headcanons for lovecraft, kajii, and mark twain (from bsd) with a female s/o who’s goofy and laidback, but has a powerful and dangerous ability?

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; some comedy; fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. howard phillips lovecraft, motojirou kajii & mark twain {bsd}

author’s note: AHHHHH, i love this one!! also, i decided to create a few abilities for this request, hope it’s okay.

— HOWARD

↘ Lovecraft’s ability is really strong; honestly, it’s hard to find someone who has a power stronger than him. He can regenerate, his body is durable, he’s practically indestructible.

↘ But well, hello.

↘ You are here. 

↘ Of course, Howard didn’t expect anything unusual in the beginning; you seemed too delicate and tiny to surprise anyone in The Guild.

↘ However, during the mission shared between you, him and Steinbeck, he saw how much you can offer as a The Guild member and his partner; your ability who can manipulate blood caused your opponents to divert their bloodstream and after few seconds they just die painfully. It was quite an interesting experience for the two of you (with John, three of you). The tall man even praised you honestly in a bored voice, saying it was a really interesting, slightly funny sight.

↘ Then you smiled at him and he fell in love with you? 

↘ He literally felt his stone heart racing as you laughed under your breath, then joked with John or walked along the wall beside the river, almost falling into it, counting your small steps.

↘ You were so happy, so alive, so innocent. You were his total opposite, loving closeness and jokes.

↘ And at the same time you were so brave, powerful and self-sufficient that he was so hecking impressed.

↘ Anyway. When you two started dating you became an interesting couple that aroused controversy among other people.

↘ However, you didn’t pay too much attention to it; especially when you hug his arm into your own chest or combed his long, soft hair, saying that you really love him and you will always take care of him.

↘ I’m pretty sure that he’ll like PDA and smooches thanks to you. 

↘ Sometimes he will piggyback you, and that will be his favorite physical contact with you.

↘ He’s still a bit bitter, dense and new in it but you’re working on it!

— MOTOJIROU

↘ If he is a sour lemonade, then you are strong vodka and together you create a perfect mixture who cannot be stopped by force.

↘ You two found a common language almost immediately, when you joined to the Port Mafia. Kaiji fell in love at first sight and even told you this. 

↘ “I have never met such a beautiful and funny woman like you... Do you want to go out for a coffee or cake? Or both? It will be the beginning of a beautiful relationship!”

↘ A simple and honest guy who still surprises you.

↘ How can you not love him?

↘ Of course you agreed that day. You were like two drops of the same water (lemonade?) after all.

↘ During the war for the life of a your boss who was infected with the ‘Cannibalism virus’, you two were given the same task; ‘Jirou was busy with his lemon bombs and trying to smash the members of the Armed Detective Agency to small pieces, and you, with your own ability who can generate a magnetic field and incapacitate enemies, paved the way for your boyfriend to defeat enemy organization much faster.

↘ You were definitely the best partners in the Mafia; everyone were so done with both of you. Lmao.

↘ I mean, one Kaiji is a lot for them, but when are you together? 

↘ Headache, headache, headache, headache and headache once again.

↘ You also love showing your love to him, so the rest of the Port Mafia members threaten you with death when you kiss him on the tasty lips, when you two hold each other hands, or when you sit on his lap and hug him.

↘ Motojirou always complements you and is a total cutie for you. 

↘ Your self-control during all missions, and the simultaneous joyful personality in private time, seems extremely hot and interesting to him.

↘ You are definitely his greatest and only weakness.

— MARK

↘ Here it is the opposite.

↘ Mark, at first, recognized your ability when he watched you by his telescope along with Huckleberry and Tom. At this point, everyone were in a fight between The Guild, Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency; Mark was really surprised to see that you can summon a huge, ruby dragon.

↘ Your ability was a bit like Moby Dick, but unlike to him, you were on the offensive side.

↘ By standing on the head of the beautiful beast, you were able to destroy the city, enemies and all kinds of vehicles. Your face at that time was incredibly composed, stone, and emotionless.

↘ You were the sexiest girl he had ever met in his life.

↘ Lol. Another simp. Wbk, wbk.

↘ Only later the red-haired young man got to know you privately and was extremely surprised ONCE AGAIN to hear your jokes and complaints about everything related to work and about this stupid conflict between the three organizations. 

↘ So many happy and amused stars were burning in your eyes at that time... He felt his cheeks burn and heart beats faster.

↘ Huckleberry and Tom teased him for the next few and long days.

↘ Of course, he liked you almost immediately; not only because of your strength, but above all because of your character and humor, which was similar to the one he used.

↘ You were so sweet in his eyes when you joked about random things and took him on numerous dates around town, always thanking him for everything with a quick kiss or peck.

↘ It was nice to hold your hand and at the same time to see your sincere, joyful smile or blush.

↘ Mark would never have thought that The Guild besides money would give him the love of his own life.

↘ And so many sweet, warm hugs!!

↘ PS. Huck and Tom loves you so much too.

↘ You are a big sister to them.

↘ Or rather you’re their lovely mom?

↘ They just love you. It’s a canon.

↘ They respect you more than they respect Mark. 

↘ FDFDDPXEQFDF SORRY MARK SDXHDJCJCKRDDSDS.