#kamui x male reader

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A/N: You have no idea for how long this one-shot has been waiting in my drafts! б（＞ε＜ ）∂ I’m just so happy that I’ve finally managed to finish it! Hope y’all enjoy<3

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 “𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴” 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝘒𝘢𝘮��𝘪 𝘟 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⚠️𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.4𝘒

Walking through the empty halls of the Harusame ship all by yourself was something that most humans, and even other amantos, would see as far too dangerous to even consider. After all, the Space Pirates Harusame, were viewed as the largest crime syndicate in the entire universe. Still, the mere knowledge did not stop you from pursuing a spot in the mentioned organization.

Your eyes scanned the surroundings in search of some form of entertainment until your sensitive ears picked up on some familiar noises quite far away from where you had currently stopped. The longer you listened however, the more you began to notice just how similar they sounded to ones of a goat screaming at the top of its lungs. And of course, not wanting to miss out on the fun, you lazily began to walk in the direction in which the training room was located.

Whistling in sync with your steps, hands still in your pockets, you swiftly kicked open the closed doors that were separating you from the commotion. An awestruck expression crossing your features as you sat down on a bench near the exit, while lifting your left leg over the other. Your palms, placed on each side of the bench, as you tilted your upper body over your thighs in the process. Everything about your posture, expressing just how excited this scene was making you.

Right before your eyes was a certain vermillion haired amanto performing a literal mass murder, considering the amount of yatos that were jointly attacking him. And despite being completely alone, the commander of the 7th division still somehow managed to completely overwhelm all his subordinates.

You had always been fascinated by the young commander, despite his psychotic reputation. The way his long vibrant hair would flow elegantly through the air, accompanied by that bloodthirsty expression that would sometimes make your knees feel like jelly. It was a beautiful combination of spring and winter, warmth and cold, fire and water, vermillion and blue. And you would become so entranced by it that your surroundings would cease to exist.

Soon, you'd forget about the numerous unconscious bodies that would lay across the open field. Gaze solely fixated on the male's oblivious figure. And as animalistic as Kamui was, even he would always fail to notice your presence unless you wanted him to do otherwise.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The commander's voice suddenly echoed through the large training room, forcing the sound of careful, yet still noticeable, footsteps into an abrupt stop. Obviously that question was meant for Abuto, as the addressed male shakily turned his attention toward his superior. The visible beads of sweat that were trailing down his forehead and neck, making it all the more apparent.

Had you been like any other human being, or as your fellow amantos liked to describe it: not lacking a fist-sized organ that pumps blood throughout the entire body, the first emotion that you were supposed to express would probably have been concern. Maybe even worry or anxiety, but certainly not amusement and anticipation.

"Commander, don't you think it would be better for you to have a rest first? That looked pretty intense." The male was obviously trying to avoid the younger yato's demand. Though, from your perspective, his attempts seemed to be futile.

Not that you cared. Quite the opposite. A small part of you felt slightly curious over how long this man would possibly be able to stand against the 7th division commander. You have heard stories about Abuto and knew that he was stronger than an average yato. Obviously not Umibōzu level, but still decent.

As far as you were concerned however, you were more interested in whether Kamui had already surpassed his father or not. Since you up until this day, did not have the luck to meet the man in person. 

Though, based on the information that you've obtained, he was definitely not weaker at this point. And watching as the young amanto completely destroyed the unfortunate man without even batting an eyelash, made you subconsciously wonder just how strong his father must have been to have a son with such promising abilities.

Boredom was a dangerous disease and once you caught the infection it would be almost impossible to find a cure. Because once it had infiltrated your body, no matter what you do and how entertaining you had considered it at the beginning, everything would from that point on seem equally boring.

It was much like a never ending circle. And for some reason, once you had found yourself looping within it, there was no way out of it. You'd never get the same thrill from the things you once loved and will have no other choice but to find something new to keep you afloat. And perhaps, this little in-between moment, was the most dreadful part of it all. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

To you, that vermillion haired amanto was a way to evade this circle. He was entertaining to watch, as well as you found certain similarities to stop you from falling into a hole of complete self despair. His presence, as well as existence in whole, made you believe that you were not the insane sociopath that everyone else claimed you to be. Sure the two of you never spoke, but just watching was enough for you to understand that you were not alone in this godforsaken universe.

It was an unhealthy obsession. You knew. But then again. Everything about you was unhealthy. And you have lived this way your entire life. This abnormality, one of the main reasons that you've managed to survive thus far. So what was the point in changing if it would help you achieve nothing?

Though, recently you have come to notice a familiar feeling of dread invading your senses. Perhaps watching was not enough anymore. You needed something else. Something more intense. Until a light bulb suddenly appeared, making your eyes sparkle in realization. Perhaps what you needed was to actually participate. To exist in the commotion. Or even better. To create.

Keeping this in mind, your eyes began to travel around the dining hall until they fixed themselves onto a rather noticeable figure with a mountain of food placed on the table. You still had no idea what was likely to catch your, or anyone's, attention at all. Was it the food or was it the amanto shoving everything down its throat? What you did know however, was that eating was probably the only thing about the 7th division commander that you did not find too attractive. Amusing, yes. Appealing, no.

But, since you had finally found your target, which was not all that hard you might add, you decided not to dwell on those thoughts and simply continue with your current mission. Abuto was the first to notice your appearance, though you were pretty sure that his superior had too, but simply chose to ignore you.

The older yato arched an eyebrow at you as a silent way of asking why you had decided to approach them. But, instead of answering, you simply waved a hello while letting a fox-like smile present itself on your face, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Is it alright if I sit with you fellas?” You asked airly, gazing at the vice captain since you had figured that the commander probably wasn't going to engage in any type of conversation with you. Yet, at least. Not waiting for an actual response, you simply made yourself comfortable at the empty seat beside the younger yato. Which, of course, earned a sweat-drop from the other.

Abuto eyed you carefully, knowing exactly who you were. He had heard a lot of the other amantos speak about you and your reputation wasn't one to take lightly. As an information broker, it was no wonder you were constantly perceived as a sly and questionable individual who still somehow managed to climb his way towards the top of the hierarchy of the Harusame Pirates. Becoming one of the most valuable and trustworthy assets for their leaders.

Which was why the older amanto couldn't help but wonder why you had decided to join them. Had the Elders begun questioning their loyalty and decided to send you to confirm their suspicions? Obviously, the man was probably overthinking this. But due to your reputation it wasn’t strange that he had a hard time trusting your intentions. Since not even once, after joining the Space Pirates, had you tried to strike a conversation with the two.

Kamui, on the other hand, did not seem to be too bothered by your presence. Firstly: Abuto was pretty sure the younger male had no idea who you were. And secondly: knowing the other amanto, he probably deemed you far too weak to be acknowledged. Which wasn't all that strange, considering how skinny you were.

Though, it was quite hard to pinpoint whether that really was the case, noting the baggy clothes that you were wearing did everything but show off any possible hidden muscles. And let’s not forget the glasses that made you seem even more harmless if that was possible. In other words: you looked like a stereotypical computer geek, but with a very shady past. 

"Do you mind if I touch your hair?" Abuto could swear he almost choked as those words left your mouth. His attention, going to your figure straight away making him even more baffled. Your right cheek was resting on the palm of your hand with your elbow placed on the table. The same smile that you wore ever since you had approached them, still present. 

Everything about your posture screamed relaxed. Which was anything but normal, since you were speaking with the 7th division commander of the Harusame Pirates. And if your previous actions had made him question your sanity, then one could only imagine what Abuto must've felt when you reached out for the other male's braid. 

The blank look Kamui was giving you, doing nothing to calm the older man’s nerves. He could only hope his superior wouldn't do anything rash. Everyone knew just how valuable you were for the Elders and Abuto was sure that they'd choose you over them any day.

"Say Abuto, who is this? I can't smell any ounce of fear emitting from him." The vermillion haired boy asked cheerfully, which caused a shiver to run down the vice captain’s spine. Abuto smiled shakily at the duo, fake coughing a few times, before speaking. 

"This is [Last name] [Name], he's the go-to guy when you need info regarding a mission or a target." You saluted as the male finished his short explanation. Expertly hiding your disappointment at the commander's reaction. Sure, his smiling face was cute. But you were hoping for something different. Or rather said: unexpected. 

A slight pout was starting to make itself visible on your face as you continued to play with the male's braid. Kamui was looking at you in a curious, yet slightly annoyed, fashion, while Abuto had now decided to solely pay attention to his food. You figured that was because the younger amanto was almost done with his mountain and was afraid that he would most likely eat up Abuto's if he would not finish his meal soon. 

An idea soon entered your mind as you observed how the other male's gaze wandered toward his braid every once in a while. The action was barely noticeable, had you not been watching him so intently.

You remembered his reaction when you touched his hair. His long silky hair that you were definitely not jealous of. A smirk tugged its way at the corner of your lips as you thought about your next move.

"Your hair is so soft and it smells so nice." You stated, lifting his braid tentatively, letting it almost touch your nose.

"What shampoo do you use? You see, my hair is nowhere as soft as yours, far too messy and coarse. So I’d like to know your secret.” Your calculated gaze did not fail to notice the small twitch of the other boy's eye. Kamui was obviously having a hard time dealing with you. Though, you couldn't help but wonder why he still had not made a move to kill you, since he had never been one to keep his temper in check. As far as you know, that is.

Abuto, on the other hand, was doing his best not to get dragged into the crossfire. He could already sense the change in the atmosphere and had an idea of what this was going to lead to. What he did not understand however, was the reason behind your actions. Were you suicidal? No, there must have been another reason. But none of the explanations that he had come up with regarding your behavior made any sense.

So instead, he was trying to make himself look as small as possible. Hoping that he'd find a safe moment to escape undetected. The last thing he wanted right now, was to deal with an angry commander who's probably going to go on a rampage if you would not stop soon. Which you obviously were not planning to do.

“Do you mind if I unbraid your hair? I'd like to know what it feels like to brush it." Your amusement was increasing by each passing second as you watched his composure crumble right before your eyes. You just needed to choose the next words more carefully. Find something that would surely trigger his anger. You had already managed to gain a reaction that nobody else has had the luxury to witness. But you were far too greedy to let such a great opportunity go to waste. 

"Though, I guess I can understand why you make sure to braid it before going out in public. Now that I think of it, you would kinda look like a girl if you had ever decided to let your hair loose." If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under by now. Kamui narrowed his eyes at you harshly, fists turning white over how tightly he was clenching them. A smile that was similar to yours, slowly creeping up on his face, albeit strained. 

"I dare you to say one more word, pest." The young amato's voice was strained, the last word sounding very much like a hiss coming from a snake. His pale, slender-like fingers, wrapping around the silky braid, tugging it away from your grip rather harshly. 

The vice captain swallowed thickly, not sure of what he should do. Obviously, he could not tell the younger male to leave, since Kamui would never listen to him. Even when the boy was in a good mood, would his attempts always remain futile. And telling you to stop was definitely going to be a pointless persuasion. He just hoped his commander wouldn’t kill you. Abuto really didn't want to deal with the aftermath of both males' stupid actions. 

"Oh, I know! You probably keep it braided because it reminds you of your mother. I've seen the way your father looks, you surely are nothing ali-" 

Abuto was sure he could feel his soul leave his body as he watched the way your scrawny looking figure smashed into the nearest wall. Leaving a bunch of very thick and deep cracks to surround your body in the process. He didn't know what he should be more scared of. Your lifeless body or the dark aura surrounding the young commander that was currently sitting opposite of him. 

"Commander! Do you have any idea of what the Elders will do to you once they'll hear about this?" Kamui, however, was not listening, far too occupied by his own thoughts. 

How the hell did you know about his mother? The only person who's ever had the luxury to have this knowledge was Abuto. And even that was solely because the two of them had met at an unfortunate time. Though, his thoughts came to a halt, as the dining hall was soon filled with a loud, piercing sound. 

There you were, lying on the floor, while crouching your stomach as you died from uncontrollable laughter. At first, Abuto thought it was out of agony. Perhaps you were just in a state of shock. However, his conclusion was proven wrong as he saw no indication of you being in any pain. 

The other amantos were just staring at you with sweat-drops, while those that were closer to you merely rolled their eyes at your antics. Most members of the Harusame were already aware of your high pain tolerance. As well as some yatos that got to experience it first hand. 

They were no strangers to your addiction to chaos. You just loved to cause problems. It was like a drug to you. Which was why no one got surprised by the words that soon left your mouth. 

"Was that really all you got? I bet your sister could do better."

The following few weeks were quite interesting to say the least. Ever since the incident, Abuto couldn’t help but notice that you had become almost a regularity in their everyday lives. Whenever you and the 7th division commander would pass each other in the hallways, you'd always find a way to get under his skin. While Kamui would respond to you with a very inventive threat. 

The whole interaction was quite amusing to watch. It wasn't every day you'd meet a person who'd manage to irritate Kamui so easily. If anything, it had always been the other way around. Though, there was also a part of him that couldn't help but feel worried. A nagging anxiety that some day Kamui would finally snap. It was a miracle that he up until this day, still had not even laid a finger on you. 

Though, whether he liked it or not, Abuto knew that sooner or later that day would come. The day when all hell would break loose. Which was apparently today. All because of just how imaginative you were when it came to creating new insults. As well as being aware of the amount of personal information that you have somehow managed to obtain. 

And now here he was. Standing at the entrance of the dining hall, which was for the first time in history, completely empty. Well, except for the two figures that were currently occupying the entire space. 

Not even once since he had met Kamui, had the male ever seen him so angry. That must have been the reason as to why none of the other amantos had the guts to enter their so-called 'battle arena'. And if Abuto didn't know any better, it could almost be perceived as if the two of you were dancing. Well, ignoring all the flying chairs that were thrown in your direction. 

Abuto was surprised over how agile you were. Not even once since your 'battle' had started, had Kamui managed to land a proper hit on you. You were so swift in your motions, that you almost looked like a leaf floating in the air. Graceful. Yet there was something in the way you were moving that reminded Abuto of a very skillful thief. Metaphorically, of course. 

You were taunting him. Obviously. But the vice captain couldn't help but wonder what you must have said to receive such a reaction from his superior. The only topic that could ever evoke such strong reactions from the commander was his family. Unless it wasn't all the pent-up emotions that had finally reached their limit. Which made more sense, since Kamui wasn't one to react to repeated insults, always becoming immune to them after their first usage. 

The same could be said about you. Not even once had Abuto noticed you remain on one single topic for too long. As if you knew they would have no effect on him. Which Abuto thought was indeed the case, considering just how well you had read the vermillion haired amanto’s character so far. 

Too engrossed in his own thoughts, Abuto failed to notice at which point Kamui had finally succeeded in disarming you. He was pinning you on the floor, his left hand keeping yours securely over your head, while the fingers of his right hand were tightly wrapped around your neck in a choking position. His hands, squeezing the captured parts of your body so harshly, they would surely leave deep blue imprints later on. 

Kamui then placed his left knee between your legs to make sure you could move as little as possible. The young commander had a dark look on his face, representing his inner seething rage. Still, you couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by it all. 

You felt hot. As if you were lying in a bathtub with overheated water. The state you had currently found yourself in, making you feel as if you were boiling from within. And if he had noticed the way your body was reacting to this provocative position, he made no attempts to show it. 

The male, however, had found himself in an entranced state as he looked into your [e/c] eyes. Your dazed expression, accompanied by that soft pink blush that was coating your cheeks, making you look irresistible. Something that agitated him even more. You were despicable, yet here he was, staring at you with such longing that he still managed to skillfully mask thanks to the continuously growing irritation. 

A soft laugh escaped your lips as his inner turmoil had been completely see-through thanks to the mirror that was a pair of beautifully blue eyes. And soon that fox-like smile found itself back to your face as you cruelly spoke. 

"Show me your crying face." The amusement was clearly displayed in your mischievous [e/c] eyes as his dominant form had suddenly begun to shake. You could vividly see the mixture of anger, confusion, hurt and sadness. And despite this, you still did not feel any ounce of pity. Only pure fascination that was mixed with slight disappointment. 

"Oh, come on. I bet you look really pretty when you cry." Bafflement was the only thing you received from that. And realizing that this would probably get you nowhere, you decided to take advantage of his eased grip as you managed to slide yourself away from his hold. 

Though, before you had walked through the other exit, you spared one last glance in his direction and oh boy did you not regret doing so. Even though there were no tears trailing down his cheek for you to witness, you felt your mouth open slightly without actually realizing it. Because the lifeless expression on his face was definitely something to behold. And you doubt that you've seen anything prettier so far. 

More weeks soon passed, albeit rather slowly. At least, that was the way Kamui had experienced them go by. He did not know what the reason behind this was. Or that was what he kept telling himself. Deep down inside, he knew the reason for this unexpected depression that he's been going through during this whole period. 

It was you. Or rather: your sudden absence. Kamui did not know how, but somehow, in the span of several weeks, you managed to crawl yourself into the yato's sun sensitive skin. Like a parasite, slowly killing your host, while absorbing their energy until they were left completely empty. Treating them like a vessel. And despite your damaging existence, you still had the ability to make him completely reliant on you.  

He missed you. 

And watching you from afar, practically glaring holes into your skull, appeared to be far more painful than having to endure all those jabs that you kept throwing at him on a daily basis. Abuto watched his commander in amusement. If the man had been confused regarding the younger male's behavior before, then now everything was starting to make sense. The pout that was ever so present, only confirming his suspicions. 

"Tell me, Abuto. How does this pest still manage to torment me even now that he has stopped annoying me?" Said male raised an eyebrow at the vermillion haired amanto's words. Kamui did not face him while speaking, but simply continued to stare at your carefree attitude from his spot. 

"I think what you mean is: ‘Tell me, Abuto. Why can't I stop thinking about [Name]?’" Abuto stated smugly, wiggling his eyebrows as a way to emphasize the last seven words. His grin only widening at the glare that he received from his superior. Kamui was obviously struggling to come up with a response to the older man’s implication, which only left him more frustrated in the process. 

The younger yato had no idea why his subordinate would even imply something like that. The mere thought of him liking you was ridiculous. No, scratch that. It was utterly disgusting. You obviously had some serious mental issues. Which was something not to take lightly if even Kamui stood by those beliefs, considering the fact that he was anything but normal. 

"One more word and I will kill you." Kamui threatened darkly, an eerie smile appearing on his face that would almost seem innocent. Though, it soon turned more taunting as he watched the other male's smirk falter just the slightest bit. 

"Look. As much as you might not want to admit it, there must be a reason as to why that guy is still walking, no breathing, after everything that's been transpiring for the past few weeks." Abuto was trying to seem as unaffected as possible while speaking, the remains of his superior's last threat still lingering in the back of his mind. Which wasn't too hard since he was quite used to them by now. However, that did not mean he didn't fear for his life each time they were expressed. 

The vermillion haired yato grumbled under his breath as a way of admitting defeat. No matter how much he would try to deny it, even he understood that Abuto was right. The older yato visibly relaxed at his superior's passive reaction as he let out a barely audible sigh. His previous tenseness, not all that surprising, since he had already lost an arm after angering the commander once. 

Kamui frowned as if deep in thought. He couldn't find the reason behind this sudden attraction to you. It just didn't make sense. You were a man. Or a boy, or… Whatever. What mattered was that you were not a woman. Which also meant that you could not bear children. So why did he feel so drawn to you? 

The young man was by no means homophobic. Yatos never had a taboo for homosexual relationships. Sure, they did have a tendency to view it as unmasculine, but there was never any hostility. It just never really became a topic of discussion. Rather, what bothered Kamui was the fact that he simply could not understand the logic of this sudden revelation. What's the point of same-sex attraction if you can't procreate? 

Abuto sighed, starting to get fed up by his superior's stubbornness. If only Kamui would put this much effort into thinking whenever he was ready to jump into a fight. That would have saved the older man so much trouble. But no. The only time he had decided to make use of his brain was when he had begun to question his own sexuality. 

"What's the point in contemplating the merits of it if you never even intended to settle down?" Kamui pursed his lips at Abuto's inquiry. He was right. Woman or not, the young amanto had never planned to find himself a partner to begin with. So really, where was the point in racking his brain for answers? Answers that he did not have. That nobody had. It would just be time consuming.

Precious time that he could have opted to use for something more productive. Like pursuing a certain very annoying human. Which Kamui at that moment had decided to do. Although, there was still a small part of him that feared for rejection. After all, the way you had just stopped interacting with him, made him feel like an old toy that you had simply grown bored of. 

But whether that was really the case or not, the yato had decided that he would simply work for your affection. Because it was no secret that Kamui was a true predator. And once something has caught the attention of the predator’s blue eye, he will go to any lengths to obtain it. 

A startled sound escaped your throat as your owlish gaze met a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes which belonged to the culprit that had caused the sudden loud bang. The door that he had just forcefully kicked open was now lying on the other side of the room, with a permanent imprint of his boot. Great. That was probably going to hit on your salary. 

"Ever heard of knocking, dear commander? Or were you that eager to see me shirtless?" You felt the corner of your lips tug upward at the unimpressed look the eighteen year old had sent you. Perhaps you had underestimated his self control. However, you were also pretty sure that Abuto must have had some influence on this as well.

“You've grown on me too much to think you could just leave without any forewarnings.” You didn't say anything. Only tilted your head to the side in an innocent manner. However, Kamui knew better than to take your gesture seriously. 

Kamui roughly pushed you onto the white mattress before climbing on top of you. The knowing glint in your [e/c] eyes accompanied by that cheshire grin only irking him further. Eyes fixated on your handsome face, the vermillion haired amanto wanted nothing more than to slice that kissable throat of yours. 

His predatory eyes were roaming the upper part of your body. Had the previous incident not happened, the amanto would have been surprised by the amount of muscles that were present before his blue orbs. What did surprise him, however, was the amount of scars littering your [s/c] skin. 

His gaze falls on one peculiarly large and ugly scar located at the lower part of your abdomen. Pursing his lips, he can't help but feel a tinge of curiosity spark within his core. Wondering what exactly must have happened as well as how you had got it. No matter how annoying it was to admit it. He wanted to know more about you. You were just that alluring. 

You could feel his free hand trace the ugly part of your skin surprisingly tentatively. The unspoken question lying heavy in the air. His face was merely inches from yours as his carnivorous eyes watched you with an underlying emotion that you could not pinpoint. The intensity of these unknown feelings were however strong enough to force a shudder to run down your bare spine. 

That gorgeous smirk that was ever so present did nothing to calm the erratic beating of your heart. And f*ck. He knew what he was doing. Knew of the effects that his actions had on your body. You were sure of that. Because the second those thoughts entered your mind, the knee that was located between your legs began to slowly tease your lower region. 

"Did you really think you could play those sick mind games with me and remain unpunished?" You shivered as his hot breath fanned across the oversensitive skin on your neck. His words were doing wonders to you as you found yourself melting at how his voice had suddenly gone a few octaves deeper. The death grip on your wrists only fuelling your growing excitement. 

Kamui was leaving small butterfly kisses as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The action, leaving tingling sensations on your loved parts in the process. You bit down an upcoming moan as you felt his teeth sink into your exposed neck, sucking on that particular spot as your [s/c] skin turned into a lovely shade of purple. Clearly he knew what he was doing. 

“It was…Hah…It was worth a try.” Came the breathless reply as you felt his free hand caress the exposed parts of your body. A shiver running down your spine at the way he was looking at you, admiring the love marks that were now littering your [s/c] skin.

And it was indeed worth it. Because had you known that all it took to gain the bloodthirsty amanto’s attention was a few insults, you would've done it ages ago. Minus the broken door.

It was still worth the trouble, however. Kamui was obviously more valuable than some cheap, metal garbage. Though, that did not mean that you would give yourself to him on a silver platter. If he wanted to have you, he’d have to work for it. What’s the fun in getting a taste of the long awaited dessert if there was no struggle to obtain it?

"Ah, ah, ah... Not so fast, tiger~" You'll make sure to prolong his torture, though it would be even better if he were to join in on the fun. To keep dancing around the edges just to see who'll be the first to break. Reaching the point when separation will be too painful to keep the charade ongoing.

Kamui, on the other hand, released a frustrated groan as you managed to slip away from his grip. Yet again. Left eye twitching every now and then as you stretched yourself right in-front of his annoyed, yet prying, eyes. He huffed at your obvious teasing, but did not make any further attempts, giving you the space he assumed you needed.

Finally facing him, you couldn't help but internally coo at the childlike pout that he was currently displaying. Having a hard time believing that this face belonged to one of the most dangerous yatos out there.

"Say, [Name]. How did you get that scar?" The male questioned, tilting his head in an innocent manner that displayed nothing but childlike curiosity. You arched an eyebrow briefly, silently requesting for him to elaborate. The yato simply jerked his chin upwards, gesturing at the large scar that had caught his attention ever since he had barged into your room not long ago.

Humming as if deep in thought, you silently reminisced about your past. Granted, you weren't one to waste your time sulking about the "unfairness" of the world. Life was unfair and you were more than aware of that.

You knew just how much your “precious” childhood had f*cked with your brain. Although, there were times when you couldn’t help but wonder if you already had been like this long before things turned out the way they did. If the reactions your fellow orphans had during one of your many breakdowns were anything to go by.

“How do you think I got it?” Kamui could easily detect the teasing glint in your eyes as you let him trace his fingers delicately across the more sensitive area. Though, if one were to pay closer attention a hint of surprise would be spotted within your [e/c] eyes. Which the young amanto did, and it didn’t confuse him.

Kamui had obviously enough self awareness to know that it was hard picturing him treating another living being with any form of caution or gentleness. It was something completely unimaginable. Scratch that. It was unfathomable.

"I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking." Although Kamui was smiling, you could still sense the slight annoyance seeping out. For being such an impatient guy, you were quite impressed over how well he managed to hold himself back from actually killing you at this point.

Then again, it's not like killing was something he pursued anymore. At least not when it came to you. Which you still doubted would last in the long run. If anything, you're pretty damn sure that no matter how interested he is at the moment, one day Kamui will eventually snap. Not that you care. You'd gladly take anything the male has to offer. No matter how weird, and even masochistic, that may sound.

"I did it." The evident confusion etched on his face was so endearing you couldn't help but snicker at him in amusement. It truly amazed you how a literal manslaughterer could look so much more innocent than those people who practically fainted at the sight of blood.

“I was the one who inflicted it.”

If there was one thing Kamui had learned through his travels, it was that humans were not to be taken lightly. Despite their seemingly fragile nature, there was just something about this species that made them stand out. Although he still failed to pinpoint what exactly made them so different. They were not abnormally strong, nor did they have an excessively high intellect. Yet there was this something that kept them separated from the majority.

The vermilion haired amanto had long ago realized that samurais were strong individuals, capable to stand on par with rather strong opponents for very long vasts of time. That was it however. It was only after Kamui had met you as he began to realize that not only samurais stood out among the earthlings. After all, you had particularly no affiliation to these warriors.  

“I guess I’ll just have to accept your advances, don’t I?” Kamui could feel his left eyebrow twitch at the confused look that you were giving him. Obviously, he was aware of how insincere the currently portrayed expression you were carrying really was.

“Oh? Dear commander, there must have been some kind of misunderstanding I presume, since not even once had I attempted to actually ‘pursue’ you.” The shit-eating grin that you were sporting caused the amanto pout as he sent you an unamused glare. Huffing, the male simply walked up to you, wanting to see what it was that you’ve been occupied by so far. It had already been a day since your last confrontation.

One day and not even once had you taken the initiative to approach him, which made him later on realize that you were probably just playing around with him once again. A part of him kept on wondering just how bored you must’ve been to choose him as your plaything out literally anyone else on the ship.

“So you’re just not interested?” By now there was nothing left of the expression that practically screamed “tantrum throwing child” and only plain curiosity, albeit still with some childish wonder. Or maybe even confusion, which you could not help but find adorable.

You always knew that Kamui lacked some certain knowledge when it came to feelings such as love and romance in general. However, it still kinda surprised you at times, since you were aware that the 18 year old was not stupid. Just uninterested in such topics. Maybe even found them useless to a certain degree.

Smirking in his direction, you spoke. “If you want to have me, then you’ll have to work for it.”

Kamui grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled and fell against his chest, feeling his hot breath on your neck. For a moment, neither of you moved or spoke, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, Kamui spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire, [Name]. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

You could feel his muscles tense as he spoke, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to be uncomfortable. But you refused to back down. Instead, you turned to face him, your gaze meeting his.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Kamui. I'm not a child, and I'm not naive. I know you're dangerous, and I know you could hurt me if you wanted to. But I also know that you won't."

Kamui's eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger in them. But it was mixed with something else now, something you couldn't quite identify. "You're making a mistake, [Name]. You don't understand who I am or what I'm capable of."

You smirked, leaning in closer to him. "I understand perfectly well. You're a scared little boy who's never learned how to love. And you're so desperate for someone to see you, to understand you, that you'll lash out at anyone who tries to get close."

For a moment, Kamui was silent, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find some flaw in your argument. But then he laughed, a bitter sound that made your heart ache.

"You think you know me so well, don't you? You think you have me all figured out."

You shrugged, not willing to back down. "I know what I see, Kamui. And what I see is a boy who's hurting. Who's been hurt so badly that he doesn't know how to let anyone in. But I'm not going to give up on you, Kamui. I'm going to keep pushing, keep prodding, until you finally let me in."

Kamui's grip on your wrist loosened, and you pulled away from him, a small smile on your face. "You wanted to know about my scar, right?” The amanto furrowed his eyebrows, but decided to let you continue.

You smiled at that, finding this newfound obedience very amusing. “The foster care system has always been pure and utter shit. Well.. At least the one where I had been forced to spend my entire childhood at.” Kamui tilted his head, while giving you a curious look.

“You think only members of the Yato clan have issues?” There was a brief pause that followed your question and when you realized that Kamui wasn’t planning on saying anything, you continued.

“Sometimes the best defense could be self harming. Not because you hate yourself, but because those bastards will find no interest in you afterwards.” Had anyone else been listening to your monologue, concern would perhaps have been the most probable reaction you’d gain. Kamui, on the other hand, did nothing but watch you, eyes glinting with a hint of intrigue.

“So you scared them off by acting like a maniac.” He summarized with a deadpan expression. Perhaps that wasn’t the conclusion that most would have made based on what you told him. But the vermillion haired amanto had to a certain degree grown accustomed to your ways of thinking.

You were by no means an open book. However, the 7th division commander did still manage to find a specific pattern that you went by. This was simply the way your brain worked.

Kamui's eyes followed your every move, trying to decipher your motives. You had played with him before, but he couldn't deny that the thrill of the chase was addictive. He had never met someone who challenged him like you did, and for some reason, he found himself wanting more.

"You know, Kamui, I don't think you're ready for the game I have in mind," you teased, a sly smile on your lips.

Kamui's eyes glinted dangerously. "Try me," he challenged.

You leaned in, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "If you want me, you'll have to show me what you're made of," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin.

Kamui's grip on your wrist tightened again, but this time it was different. It was almost... possessive. "I'll make you mine by the end of this sick game you've created," he growled.

You chuckled, unfazed. "You're going to have to work for it, Kamui. I'm not going to make it easy for you."

Kamui leaned in closer, his smirk widening. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured.

As he pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. This game was dangerous, but you were willing to take the risk. "As long as you make it entertaining, I'm in," you said, a challenging glint in your eye.

Kamui's eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, there was silence between you. Then, with a low chuckle, he spoke. "Game on."

[unhappy-last-resort]

- A note found somewhere in the Strike Hawk lounge.

God, if there's a god out there, please answer, I've got something I really, really, really need your help with and I can't ask anyone else!

I...I have these feelings about someone...about a human. I don't think I'm supposed to have these feelings, especially as a construct, but I can't stop them anymore. I swear I've tried everything to make them stop, but nothing works!

Every time I see that human I keep wanting to do things to them, I can barely focus on anything but them. Oh, and don't get me started on what it's like when they're not around! I think about them, I dream about them, I watch them, I smell them...all I can think about is them and sometimes I wish...I wish it would stop, it's honestly starting to drive me insane, but at the same time...

I like it. They drive my M.I.N.D. crazy, but it's kinda- what's the word again? Capt said it once...Oh yeah! Intoxicating! It's intoxicating and if I could just...Please don't judge me for this, I know it's wrong, but if I could just take that human and put them somewhere only me and Camu know about...it would make me so happy. The thought of that makes my circuits tingle.

Ahh...I want them so much. I'm not sure what these feelings are called, or what that says about my relationship with them in human terms, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind them! They're really nice like that.

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P.S. If anyone other than a god reads this, I'll smash you with my sword!

[heidi-mail]

DoA /Rats in the House of the Dead

Kamui:

Nothing yet...

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Nothing yet...

Nikolai Gogol:

Nikolai fluff headcanons

Sigma:

Nothing yet...

Bram Stoker:

Nothing yet...

Ivan Goncharov:

Nothing yet...

Alexander Pushkin:

Nothing yet...

[seneon]

I'm so sorry i didn't know about this lmao >¬<

Can You please do a Abyss x reader oneshot ? (i don't know for an idea I'm really bad for idéa sorry T-T) but whatever You write i know it would be amazing <3

I really don't know what to say sorry ahah :')

featuring. abyss razor x fem! reader — oneshot.

genre. romance | fuedal japan! alternate universe.

synopsis. in which, abyss was sent on a mission to capture an infamous criminal but in reality, he saves her.

notes. 1.8k words | taken and edited from my oneshot book ANGELS in wattpad. this is originally a kamui (gintama) and rin oneshot. anyways, abyss is actually so pretty 😭😭

abyss razor roamed through the underground red light districts of yoshiwara — old tokyo, with the samurai lord he served under, abel walker.

they were oblivious to it, but women had their eyes on the fellow samurai.

the ladies whispered among themselves, wondering who these attractive young men were.

the samurai men had striking features, good height, their eyes, and overall, their serious demeanour. they wore fine clothing, showing everyone they work for the shogun, prominent and the best in their field.

a mission was what the two were on, in seacrh of a few criminals to murder. each samurai was given a different task, abel receiving the more brutal and heinous criminals and abyss receiving orders to search for intel.

but abyss never intended to search for intel upon stepping foot in this... all glorious district of endless entertainment.

it bore him to know that many samurai came here to have fun with women and drink their night away, immediately spotting a few rivals of his, drinking.

abyss' sole purpose of coming here was to find for a certain woman.

ah . . . a woman that held a great place in his organ called heart. never would abyss himself thought he would be looking forward in a search for her, a recently known villain.

"abyss, go west. i will search east. we return at six in the middle of four directions," abel said before vanishing in a flash, heading to the east for his mission.

the said male scanned the area and started to move his feet to collect as many information on you as he can.

there were oiran making their way to customers of prominence, dancers, sake, music and light all around the place. it was a place abyss wasn't very fond of, for he preferred silence and a time to solitary.

what he needed now was a change of clothes. citizens had their eyes on the samurai, growing weary of his idea of being in a red light district. so he went to the nearest shop to buy a cheap kimono to disguise himself.

abyss quickly picked up the clues that was given to him as a starter from the palace. now he has a lead, that you were a master in disguise, and there was a well-known brothel that recently recruited a skillful courtesan.

that brothel was the first place he went to as a normal customer looking for a service.

"greetings. may i ask for kitsuhime oiran?" he asked the receptionist, as the male shook his head.

"kitsuhime-sama is currently serving a customer, but our other courtesans are available for you, sir."

"it's alright. when will she be free? i'll pay you in gold for an audience with her."

the receptionist hesitated to answer the offer abyss gave him. it had not been the first time men had brought up gold for their best courtesan in their service.

"uh, she should be free in two days. if you could wait sir, we'll—"

"how does a hundred gold sound to you?"

"uhm... i'm not sure if that's how it works.."

"a hundred and fifty."

"sir.."

"excuse me, what is going on?" another male voice asked, standing beside abyss in hopes on lending a hand to the troubled.

the receptionist perked up in hope. "ah! haru-sama! this fellow customer wanted an audience with kitsuhime-sama, and he keeps raising the wage. i don't know what to do..."

the male whom the blue-haired male assumed was a high ranking staff in this brothel placed his fingers on his chin, thinking hardly. his dark red scanned from top to bottom, before letting out a sigh. "guess there's no choice. did you bring the goods?"

rin nodded, stashing a bag of gold onto the table. "when can i meet the courtesan?"

"right now. her schedule is empty, since her customer went out for a small errand," haru said as he quickly counted the gold. "one hundred fourty two, three... one fifty... deal. you have fifteen minutes at most. this way, sir."

the male with red eyes led abyss through the huge brothel and abyss wished he at least waxed his ears temporarily from the erotic sounds he kept hearing throughout the whole place.

he felt relieved when they ascended, the noises disappearing behind them. abyss believed they were heading to the highest and most off-limits floors, a high-class area.

haru stopped at the room right at the end of the floor, opening the door while stepping aside for the customer to head in. he walked in after abyss, shutting the door behind him.

abyss grew alert at the sound of the door shutting, his eyes looking around the room.

"kitsuhime-sama! you have an unexpected audience," haru said, abyss taking a glance behind to have his eyes widened in sheer shock.

he froze at the sight of haru slowly peeling himself off. only to reveal a completely different person underneath it.

abyss couldn't see who it was, for the male was peeling off the skin on his face. e/c eyes then flashed under the moonlight, fingers moving to remove the wig.

a chill ran down abyss' spine, like tiny spiders crawling down his skin. the moment it was revealed who was under it, he couldn't help but remembered old memories that seemed to get more prominent now that he sees a familiar face.

how long has it been since he saw that face? the same old smirk that he recognised since childhood, and the eyes that held so many dreams, only to be crushed right in front of him.

"care for a round of sake?" you asked, your smirk turning into a slight smile.

the razor was too stunned to speak at the sight of seeing you for the first time in all these years. you were a criminal now, working as a courtesan, and disguised as a man...?

everything was spinning around him. he didn't know what to do, so he simply nodded and sat down on the cushion laid out for customers and a courtesan to have a chat.

it was quiet, sentimental, as you carefully and gracefully poured japanese alcohol into both cups, handing one to abyss. he picked it up and drank it, still registering what had happened.

"why have you come here?" you asked, gaze on the samurai, "i thought you didn't like red light districts."

it was quiet again. you sipped on your alcohol, never taking your eyes off of the man you haven't seen for a long time.

he was as beautiful as you remember, a child connected to the moon in a way that it favours him. even if his eyes were eyepatched from a battle wound. abyss is even more beautiful now, his features chiseled and you could tell he had been doing some hard work.

"i'm on a mission. you are one of the shogun's targets."

"and you've became a shogun dog," you never let him finished. shutting your eyes while feeling the most ease, you sighed.

abyss felt his eyes twitched at your answer, but he kept his cool and set down the sake cup. "i became one to receive top notch training. to find you, and follow you until the ends of the earth."

it was your turn to be caught off-guard. it seems like he hadn't forget about the promise they made during childhood after all.

"as courtesan, may i have my valued customer's name?" you asked, wanting to hear him said it himself.

"abyss razor."

it ringed around your ears, inside your mind and down to the core of your memories. you knew who he was, yet hearing him said it himself was . . . different.

abyss!

a little girl, no more than the age of nine would call out for the boy who was staring at the black heavens that was filled with twinkling little life.

she would twirl around and capture abyss into a deadly hug, releasing to then plop herself beside him. wherein little abyss would be flushed red and continue his stargazing.

"hey abyss, when you grow up, what do you want to do or be?" she asked, and the little razor would soon fell deep into his thoughts.

"hmm... i want to be like abel-san! i want to be a cool man who's going to be a samurai and protect everyone i love. like mom and dad, abel-san... and you!" he gave her a goofy smile. "you?"

it was little y/n's turn to think for a while. and when she found the perfect answer, she returned the same childish grin he gave her. "i'll go with you anywhere!!"

lies.

she was taken away months after those words came out. oh how abyss fell into ultimate despair seeing her getting taken away by the shogun's officials. her eyes only held the look of fear, tears running down her cheeks.

"i'll be a strong samurai and protect you! then i'll follow you wherever you go! i promise, y/n!" abyss could only shout his little throat out, his older friend, abel, holding him back from any more harm the officials might inflict.

abyss couldn't defeat the people that took away his only friend. he was simply too weak, a mere child with the brightest dreams.

who knew the person he looked up to the most would also leave him to volunteer in a recruitment for new generation samurai?

everything was ruined, so much that abyss' mind became twisted and he too, would soon join the next recruitment to search for you. only to find that you are now a criminal.

your eyes stared at the table contents of a tea set. throat becoming dryer and dryer as seconds passed by. "i'm a murderer now. what are you going to do?" it turned intense and heavy around the atmosphere.

".. i don't care. you simply killed the men that tried assaulting you back in the palace right? that is nothing," he said coolly, pouring for the both of you another drink. "i plan to retire to make the shogun mad anyways."

"so, will you come with me?"

you chuckled at his words. things had certainly changed, abyss too, for he had grown way more mature than you are compared to your childhood days.

it all felt so nostalgic, to be speaking to the razor the same as you both did back then.

"i will."

a smile unconsciously crawled up to abyss' lips, portraying a beauty you hadn't seen in forever. such a work of art, indeed.

if the woman sitting in front of him knew what he was thinking about, you were definitely, most certainly the y/n that abyss was looking for.

there was no mistaking it. you were the light to his darkness. and even if you committed a crime or two, it was all for abyss and a promise.

you elegantly stood up, a habit picked up from the brothel owner that brought you in to keep your disguise.

"but first. i just want you to know this place is a disguise itself. everyone here has committed a crime before, even customers. it's my home."

"sounds like a you thing to do. now then, shall we abandon everything and head for a run? i don't want to be seen as a samurai any longer ," he stood up, holding a hand out.

you immediately accepted it with a smile, "we shall, abyss."

"perfect."

istg if anyone talks or mentions about raiden shogun or whoever tf she is, i will literally send you paragraphs to educate you that shogun doesn't only exist in genshin impact and it's actually history in japan 💀

[starryficsfinishwen]

✧!。◟[COMPLETED] kinktober 2023 masterlist

featuring: Punishing: Gray Raven and Genshin Impact men x fem!reader

[ week 1 ] ! — into it

< october 1 to 7 >

PGR : { Chrome: Glory, Kamui: Tenebrion & Camu: Crocotta, Wanshi: Hypnos }

Genshin Impact : { Zhongli, Baizhu, Tighnari }

[ week 2 ] ! — shameless

< october 8 to 14 >

PGR : { Roland: Flambeau, Von Negut: ??? }

Genshin Impact : { Alhaitham, Albedo, Ayato, Diluc }

[ week 3 ] ! — confessions

< october 15 to 23 >

PGR : { Watanabe: Epitaph, Noan: Arca, Noctis: Indominus, Murray }

Genshin Impact : { Kazuha, Venti }

[ week 4 ] ! — swim

< october 24 to 31 >

PGR : { Lee: Hyperreal, Male Shikkikan/Commandant }

Genshin Impact : { Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Lyney }

a.n. - guess who's making this and participating instead of studying :D wish me luck guys. I'll try to update this when I am fweeeee. stay tuned!

[ryokaidesu]

★ 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥 ★

★ 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐮'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬… 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩! ★

★ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟑𝟏𝟔 ★

Greetings people of Golden Kamuy community, 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐮 here. As we know, the time of festivities, mind's and soul's relaxation and productivity (of some) is over. Studies are calling.

But no! No need for sudden disappointment nor irritation! We are still here and still have many plans. Yet, I have no idea which shall be prioritised. And so, I prepared this overview of what lies ahead. For who or what? For You to pick and give me a sign – “Yes, yes that!”.

I’ll post those that will get the most votes after each other in a span of days. So, yes, I’ll go for the % as that is the most logical way to do.

For seeing my works, click on the star. ★

SFW ALPHABET

Easily, we all understand (also already saw) how these are done by hand of mine. Here are characters that were not posted yet and are on ‘to write’ list: Yuusaku, Tanigaki, Tsurumi.

SFW POSTS

Here is a small mixture of my works I planned: 'Golden Kamuy men and cooking' (2, 3, …) of which was posted the first part – ★. Modern AU of Usami and Ogata as roommates (could be divided to parts, headcanons or be one long story).

NSFW ALPHABET

Same as SFW alphabets, except for every letter being tied to my headcanons of erotic and sexual topics. As always, minors do NOT interact with me nor this blog, please and thank You. Characters for NSFW alphabet: Vasily, Sugimoto, Ogata, Usami.

NSFW POSTS

And here, I actually have writings in progress or almost finished. ‘Usami The Katana Devil’ which is Usami x Male!Reader about katanas, fighting and – of course – sexual matters. ‘Nikaidou brothers and Their filthy gossips’ which is on the other hand Them x Female!Reader that delivers not only gossips and rumors, but also some shaming and sex. Lastly, ‘Golden Kamuy men and Period’ part 3. ★

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Prologue and oc intro Chapter one Chapter two Chapter three Chapter four Chapter five Chapter six Chapter seven, part one Chapter seven, part two Chapter eight Chapter nine Chapter ten Chapter eleven Chapter twelve Chapter thirteen

Sketches of characters and notes for future scenes and arcs, this got posted on my discord first so they got to see it there first and now y’all are seeing it

And you all get a little bit of sneak peaks from my notes of dialogue and little paragraphs that may or may not make it into the final drafts of chapters (the ideas will still be there but the wording may change)

MC- between the end of Sky Casino Arc to mid Vampire Infection Arc (time still up in the air)

Your steps through the catacombs echoed against the stone walls, it felt like every click of your boots was setting off alarms for all of Paris to hear. You didn’t have long, you had to find Gaston before it was to late. You got away from the Sky Casino with your life, but just barely, one wrong step and it would have been easy work for the Hunting Dogs to detain you in whatever witness protection they called it, you didn’t buy that though. 

You shook away the thought, but a thousand others remained. Since the framing of the Armed Detective Agency you barely had time to even sleep. You had to push on, if you didn’t you had no idea what could happen, you still had no idea what could happen. Then…

You heard it…

Footsteps…

From down the corridor…

You dropped the lantern you held, the glass shattering on the ground. You turn to run, sprinting full speed down the hall. You didn’t are it far before you saw from the corner of your eye a faint golden glow and hands grabbing you scarf, nearly making you choke.

“Found you.”

Dr. Stevenson- Perfect Crime Arc

“Get away from me!” A gunshot rang through the room, piercing the male figure in front of her. The doctor’s hands shook as she held the gun, her face horrified  at what she did. Blood, so much blood… did she just do this? 

The gun fell down to the floor with a heavy clunk of the the metal against the wood. The doctor had shot her own flesh and blood, her mother. A mother who did experiment on her, who made Stevenson a lab rat more than a daughter. Robbie slammed her first against the wall as she fell to ground. She knew who exactly who did this, it wasn’t her, it was her ability if you call even call it that. She gritted her teeth and called out to no one visible in the room, as if yelling at a ghost. “Damn you! I don't need you to survive like you need me. I'll become whole again as you dance with death and I'll rejoice as you breathe your final breath.”

Out of the shadows at her final word a hand wrapped around her throat, pinning the doctor to the wall. It looked like a darker version of the prim and proper doctor, wild hair, red eyes, pale skin that made her look like death. The ability made figure leaded forward to that her face was mere inches from the doctor’s. “I'll live inside you forever! You can't control me, I live deep inside you, each day you'll feel me devour your soul.” 

The doctor began choking as the shadow like figure yelled at her. Her hands struggling to reach the gun on the ground that she dropped. Just as black dots began forming in her vision she grabbed the gun and raised it to her ability’s head and…

“Take all your evil deeds and rot in Hell.”

“I'll see you there, Doctor!”

BANG

Jane Austen- Kamui Revelation Arc

classified

[noa-ciharu]

What do you think of Kotori, and of Kotori/Kamui ?

Because I read an old interview by CLAMP that said she was loathed up until her death, that readers saw her as a boring character who’s only appeal was being cute, a typical shoujo heroine in a manga that’s very much not a typical shoujo.

Also she needs to be rescued at least twice, and eventually goes insane/comatose.

The brutality of her death stopped the hatred as it was so shocking, but the view I most commonly see on her is “she’s cute, she’s nice, she could have been more interesting but her character is threadbare and her relationships underdeveloped”.

I also felt the anime emphasised Kotori and Kamui’s bond a lot more than it did Fuuma’s and Kamui’s, which considering that Subaru (and Seishirou)’s screen time got reduced to the bare minimum and they never even mentioned Tohru/Saya, makes me wonder what the producers were eager to follow in the footsteps of the Tokyo Babylon OVA’s English dub.

I like Kotori and her relationship with Kamui but in more unbiased terms I think she could have been written bit better. Or ar least handled from different angle and fleshed out a bit more

Honestly characters like Kotori or even Sorata, Yuzuriha or Keiichi are breath of fresh air in cataclysm X setting. So even if you do have one or two 'boring vanilla shojo' character(s) it wouldn't take much away from grimness of the story; plus serves as tie to normality and something other characters cannot have. Issue is that all mentioned have some depth to them, whereas Kotori suffers from early X being a pacing mess. Although I do have some issues with how she was written (but it mostly boils down to X having too many characters and not enough page time to develop them all) but I'll come to that.

Characters like Kotori end up disliked for aforementioned reasons but you also need to keep late 90s/early 00s ship wars in mind. Tho that was then, now I doubt anyone would dislike Kotori because she gets in way of other ships or because Kamui had a puppy crush on her or something. As for anime - it was early 00s, anime wasn't labeled as shonen ai. Of course anything queer had to be toned down. Plus anime was strangely going towards shonen-ly vibe than shojo which X manga doubtlessly carries. Capitalism baby, madhouse knew they could earn a lot more by keeping queer stuff out to attract vaster audience

As for Kotori's writing, my beaf with it was how she was handled from vol6 up to her death. That coma thing only perpetuated further how she's a fragile girl in dire need of being rescued. That by itself also shouldn't be the problem (plus take into account that Kotori's reaction to some gruesome stuff in X is more realistic than let's say Fuuma's) but she never got a chance to be fleshed out and have some development because she was killed. She basically died for sake of Kamui's character development, to be direct.

Clamp admitted so themselves they created Hokuto with intention of killing her but she was fleshed out as a character; had her own life separated from male characters around her. That's why I wouldn't say same thing about Hokuto. Kotori's character revolves too much around other two male characters in her life to the point where she herself is indivisible from them. So I can't really blame casual readers for reflecting on manga they've read ages ago and going 'there was nothing much going around her, she was boring' because her brutal demise was really most memorable thing about her.

Should she be hated for being bland? Not really. But would it have been better if Clamp added a bit more flavor in Kotori's personality, agency and wishes separate from Kamui? Sure.

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Thankfully Together MHA Ships/Writing Sparks for Nov.

I usually write character x reader plots, but I wanted to do some short posts for character x character pairings (that I ship). I'm going to attempt to do a different ship every day for the entire month of November (30 ships at the least though I may do more if I finish early). I'm currently short 3 ships.

I'd also be really interested in hearing what MxF character ships you guys would like to see, especially since I'm short 3 ships. If I get the time, or maybe for December, I'll focus on other people's ships.

If you want to use my list, by all means go ahead! Just send me the link(s) to whatever you write because I definitely want to read what you do with it! ^^

And without further adieu, my ships...adding links to this as I finish the one-shots, so this will be a sort of masterlist. Male x Female Ship Ship Name Prompt Idea

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity) Izuco - I think this sounds adorable Super sweet vanilla, first time shenanigans, cuteness overload.

Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Eishido or Eijido - kind of sounds like a martial arts name Feigning bravery, energetic, positive, partner oriented.

Mashirao Ojiro (Tailman) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible Girl) Mashiru or Toro Kind of shy but definitely curious.

Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt) x Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack) Deka or Kyoki They strive to please each other but also battle for dominance.

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto) x Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati) Shomo - sho mo of those cute ships lol Traditional courtship to formal proposal and marriage.

Hanta Sero (Cellophane) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Hanna or Mita Party kids, kind of chaotic and wild without breaking rules.

Yuga Aoyama (Can't Stop Twinkling) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible GIrl) Yuru or To...ga - Yu ru the world Toga! xD Self doubt and insecurities. I want a blindfold.

Tenya Iida (Ingenium) x Mei Hatsume Tenei or Meiya Partners in profession and life.

Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief) x Itsuka Kendo (Battle Fist) Neika or Itsuto She fell in love while keeping him in line.

Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi) x Ibara Shiozaki (Vine) Fumira or Ibakage - personally like Fumira Mutual corruption. She saves, he curses.

Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight) x Setsuna Tokage (Lizardy) Katsuna or Setsuki Two powerful people get horny basically.

Mezo Shoji (Tentacole) x Pony Tsunotori (Rocketti) Meny or Pozo - Meny reasons to love this ship Size difference and cute cuddles.

Koji Koda (Anima) x Kinoko Komori (Shemage) Koko Animals eat mushrooms and Kinoko likes being appreciated.

Rikido Sato (Sugarman) x Reiko Yanagi (Emily) Rikiko Baking together, more than just bread. ;P

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki Enei - enabling...? Enji gives Rei control for a night.

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fuyumi Todoroki Keimi He was spying on Endeavor, she was silently rebelling.

Natsuo Todoroki x Melissa Shield Natssa - kind of makes me think of Natasha Romanov He's a programmer who foes to work with a machine specialist.

Kosei Tsuburaba (Tsuburaba) x Tsuyu Asui (Froppy) Koyu or Tsusei - Tsu sei call her Tsu x'D He's not sure how to feel about that tongue.

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi x Shino Sosaki (Mandalay) Naono Two leaders who relax with each other.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) x Ryuko Tsuchikawa (Pixie-Bob) Shoko or Ryuta Her clock is ticking and he likes desperate women...and cats.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) x Yu Takeyama (Mountain Lady) Shiyu or Yuji She gets on his nerves but he loves her. They support each other.

Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo Maki or Mitsuru - I like them both Twist on traditional male/female household.

Hizashi Nishiya (Present Mic) x Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) Hizami or Emishi Similar chaotic energies. No wall is thick enough for these two.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Inko Midoriya Yako or Ingi He's like a father figure to Izuku and she loves that.

Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King) x Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Sekimuri or Nejiro Kinky pair, blood and whips...they get it on.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) x Kaoruko Awata (Bubble Girl) Miruko or Kaorai Behind closed doors she's serious and he's hilarious.

Danjiro Tobita (Gentle Criminal) x Manami Aiba (La Brava) Danami or Manajiro Little bit of an age gap, they found love in a hopeless place.

All for One (Original Shigaraki) x Inko Midoriya Shigariya He uses her for an experiment, plays 'god' with their child.

Ken Takagi (Rock Lock) x Mrs. Takagi No couple name, 'cause I can't find her name A devoted working father and his loving stay-at-home wife that he can't live without.

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Kamui, Gintoki and Hijikata (separately) reaction to their partner scratching affectionately their head? Or being more cuddly than usual? Thanks!

A/N: Sorry for making you wait! I hope this suits your tastebuds. ;)

Ft: Hijikata Tōshirō, Kamui & Sakata Gintoki (Gintama).

Hijikata Tōshirō

➵ At first, Hijikata might be a bit taken aback by his partner's sudden displays of affection. He's used to being the one in charge and doesn't always know how to respond when someone shows him kindness. But deep down, he appreciates the attention and secretly enjoys the feeling of his partner's fingers running through his hair.

➵ Hijikata might try to hide his softer side from his partner, but Gintoki sees right through him. Whenever Hijikata's partner scratches his head, Gintoki can't help but tease him about it. "Looks like you're getting soft, Hijikata-kun," he'll say with a grin. Hijikata will scowl and tell him to mind his own business, but he secretly likes the attention.

➵ At times, Hijikata's partner might catch him off guard by being more cuddly than usual. Hijikata is used to being alone and doesn't always know how to react when someone wants to be close to him. But he's secretly grateful for the companionship and will let his guard down when he feels comfortable around his partner.

➵ When his partner scratches his head, he might let out a soft sigh of contentment. It's a small gesture, but it means a lot to him. He'll lean into their touch and close his eyes, letting himself relax for a moment. But he'll never admit how much he enjoys it, not even to himself.

➵ Sometimes, Hijikata's partner might catch him off guard by being too affectionate in public. He's not used to PDA and doesn't want to draw attention to himself, but his partner doesn't seem to care. Gintoki might see them and make a joke about it, but Hijikata will just scowl and tell him to f*ck off. Deep down, though, he likes the attention and the feeling of being wanted.

➵ And sometimes, when his partner scratches his head, he'll involuntarily let out a small moan of pleasure. He'll quickly catch himself and clear his throat, trying to cover up his embarrassment. Gintoki might overhear and tease him mercilessly about it, but Hijikata will just scowl and tell him to sh*t up.

➵ If Hijikata's partner is particularly persistent in their displays of affection, he might start to get flustered. He's not used to being the one on the receiving end of so much attention, and he doesn't always know how to handle it. He'll start fidgeting and avoiding eye contact, trying to find a way out of the situation without hurting his partner's feelings.

➵ On rare occasions, when Hijikata is feeling particularly vulnerable, he might initiate physical contact with his partner. He'll never admit it out loud, but sometimes he just needs to feel someone's warmth and reassurance. He'll wrap his arms around his partner and hold them close, relishing in the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

➵ When Hijikata's partner is being cuddly, Gintoki might make jokes about them being a couple. Hijikata will bristle at the implication and tell Gintoki—how many times has he told that sperm haired a**hole to quit bothering them already?—to go and jump off a building. Deep down, however, he'll feel a flicker of something warm in his chest. He'll quickly squash the feeling, though, telling himself that it's just silly sentimentality.

➵ Despite his tough exterior, Hijikata secretly enjoys being taken care of. If he's feeling stressed or overwhelmed, his partner might offer to give him a massage or cook him a meal. Hijikata will grumble and protest, but secretly he'll be touched by their kindness. He'll never admit it out loud, though, not wanting to seem weak or needy.

➵ Overall, Hijikata might act tough and unapproachable, but he secretly craves the attention and affection of his partner. When they scratch his head or cuddle with him, he'll try to hide his softer side, but he can't help but feel grateful for the companionship.

You were sitting on the couch with Hijikata after a long day of work, absently scratching his head while he read a book. He seemed to be enjoying it, but you could tell he was trying to hide it.

"What are you doing?" he grumbled, swatting your hand away.

"Just giving you a little scratch," you said, smiling at him. "You seemed tense."

"I'm fine," he said, but he didn't push your hand away when you started scratching again.

As you worked your fingers through his hair, you noticed his breathing start to slow down and his eyes start to droop. He leaned into your touch, letting out a small sigh of contentment.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you teased.

"I'm not enjoying anything," he said, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

After a few minutes, you stopped scratching his head and instead wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. He tensed up at first, but then relaxed into your embrace.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Just cuddling," you said, burying your face in his neck. "Is that okay?"

"I guess," he said, but you could tell he was secretly enjoying it. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, his chin resting on the top of your head.

For a while, you just sat there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. Then, Hijikata broke the silence.

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"For what?" you asked, looking up at him.

"For... this," he said, gesturing to your embrace. "I... I appreciate it."

You smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss, which he eagerly returned. As you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Don't tell anyone about this," he said, but you could tell he was joking.

"Your secret is safe with me," you said, grinning at him.

As you settled back into your cuddle, you could feel Hijikata's breathing start to slow down and even out. You knew he was falling asleep, but you didn't want to disturb him. You stayed there, wrapped up in each other's arms, until you both fell asleep on the couch.

Kamui

➵ Confusion and Discomfort - Kamui is not used to receiving affection from anyone, so when his partner starts scratching his head or cuddling with him, he might feel uncomfortable and unsure of how to react. He might pull away or try to escape from their grasp, not because he doesn't appreciate their affection, but because he's not sure how to handle it.

➵ Appreciation - Despite his tough exterior, Kamui is not completely devoid of emotions. If his partner scratches his head affectionately, he might feel a sense of warmth and gratitude. However, he may not show it openly and may only nod his head or give a small smile to acknowledge their gesture.

➵ Embarrassment - Kamui is not used to being the center of attention or receiving affection, so when his partner starts cuddling with him or scratching his head, he might feel embarrassed or self-conscious. He may try to shrug them off or play it cool, but deep down, he's secretly enjoying the attention.

➵ Protective - If Kamui's partner is being more cuddly than usual, he might become protective of them. As a member of the Yato clan, Kamui has a strong sense of loyalty and will do whatever it takes to protect those he cares about. He might wrap his arms around them tightly or give them a reassuring pat on the back to let them know he's there for them.

➵ Vulnerability - Kamui is not used to showing his softer side to anyone, but when his partner scratches his head or cuddles with him, he might let his guard down and show a more vulnerable side. He might open up to them about his past or his feelings, something he would never do with anyone else.

➵ Surprise - Kamui is not used to people showing him affection, so when his partner scratches his head or cuddles with him, he might be surprised at first. He might even ask them why they're doing it or what their intentions are, as he's not used to this kind of attention.

➵ Gratitude - Despite his tough exterior, Kamui is not completely emotionless. If his partner scratches his head affectionately or cuddles with him, he might feel a sense of gratitude and appreciation. He may not show it openly, but he would remember the gesture and repay it in his own way.

➵ Conflicted - Kamui's upbringing as a member of the Yato clan has taught him to suppress his emotions and never show weakness. As a result, when his partner scratches his head or cuddles with him, he might feel conflicted. He might enjoy the affection, but at the same time, he might feel like it's a weakness and try to resist it.

➵ Self-conscious - If Kamui's partner scratches his head or cuddles with him in public, he might become protective of his reputation. Kamui is feared and respected by many, and he wouldn't want anyone to see him in a vulnerable state. He might gently push his partner away or give them a warning look to let them know that he's not comfortable with public displays of affection.

➵ Acceptance - Despite his initial confusion and discomfort, Kamui might eventually learn to accept his partner's affectionate gestures. He might even come to look forward to them, as they provide a sense of comfort and warmth that he's not used to experiencing. Over time, he might become more open and expressive with his own emotions as well.

➵ Overall, Kamui's reactions to his partner's affectionate gestures would be complex and varied, reflecting his conflicted nature and stoic exterior. However, as he grows closer to his partner and learns to trust them, he might become more open and vulnerable, showing a side of himself that few have ever seen before.

You and Kamui are laying in bed, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet. You've been together for a few months now, but Kamui is still not used to physical affection, and he's been keeping a bit of a distance between the two of you. But tonight, as you're both lying in bed, you suddenly feel the urge to show him some affection.

You turn to him and start to scratch his head gently. "Hey, Kamui," you say softly. "I just wanted to say that I really appreciate you. You're so strong and brave, and I feel lucky to be with you."

Kamui tenses up at your touch, his muscles going rigid. He's not used to this kind of physical intimacy, and he's not sure how to react. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice a bit cold.

You can sense his discomfort, but you don't want to stop. You continue to scratch his head, hoping to break down his defenses a bit. "I'm just showing you some affection," you say. "I know you're not used to it, but I just wanted to let you know that I care about you."

Kamui's body relaxes slightly at your words, but he still seems uncertain. "I'm not sure I understand," he says. "Why would you care about me?"

You pause for a moment, looking into his eyes. "Because you're important to me," you say. "I love you, Kamui."

At the mention of the L-word, Kamui's eyes widen in surprise. He's never heard those words before, and he's not sure how to react. But as you continue to scratch his head and show him affection, he starts to relax a bit more. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, allowing himself to be vulnerable for just a moment.

"I...I love you too," he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile and continue to scratch his head, feeling grateful for this rare moment of connection with the stoic Yato. You know that he's not used to physical affection, but you hope that with time and patience, you can break down his defenses and show him just how much you care.

(I accidentally ended up extending this! 😭 I was just so sad!)

As you scratch Kamui's head, you can feel his hair starting to loosen up. It's a strange feeling, being so close to him like this. Kamui is usually so closed off, so distant, that you never thought you'd be able to get this close to him. But here you are, lying next to him in bed, running your fingers through his hair.

"I know you're not used to this," you say softly. "But I just wanted to show you that I care. You're such an amazing person, Kamui. You're so strong and brave, and I feel lucky to be with you."

Kamui doesn't say anything in response, but you can feel his body starting to relax. You continue to scratch his head, hoping to break down his defenses a bit more.

"You don't have to be so tough all the time," you say. "It's okay to be vulnerable. It's okay to show your emotions."

Kamui opens his eyes and looks at you, his gaze intense. "I don't want to be weak," he says. "I don't want to be vulnerable."

You understand where he's coming from. Kamui was raised in a violent, chaotic environment, where weakness was not tolerated. But you also know that he needs to learn how to let his guard down, at least around you.

"You don't have to be weak," you say. "You can be strong and vulnerable at the same time. And you don't have to do it all at once. It's okay to take it slow."

Kamui considers your words for a moment, then closes his eyes again and leans into your touch. You can feel his breaths slowing down, becoming more relaxed. It's a rare moment of intimacy, and you cherish it.

"You know," Kamui says after a few minutes of silence. "You're the only person who's ever shown me this kind of affection. I don't know how to react."

You smile and keep scratching his head. "It's okay," you say. "You don't have to react. Just let me show you how much I care."

Kamui doesn't say anything in response, but he keeps his eyes closed and lets you continue to scratch his head. It's a small gesture, but it means a lot to both of you. You know that it will take time for Kamui to get used to physical affection, but you're willing to be patient. You love him, and you're not going anywhere.

Sakata Gintoki

➵ Gintoki's initial reaction to his partner scratching his head affectionately would likely be one of discomfort or annoyance. Although he may secretly enjoy the physical affection, he would likely try to play it cool and act nonchalant about it, making sarcastic comments or snarky remarks in response.

➵ However, as his partner continues to scratch his head and show him affection, Gintoki may gradually warm up to the idea and become more receptive to their gestures. He may even find himself leaning into their touch and letting out a contented sigh, although he would still try to mask his vulnerability with humor and sarcasm.

➵ If his partner were to become more cuddly than usual, Gintoki would likely become even more uncomfortable and unsure of how to react. He may try to push them away or create some distance between them, but deep down, he would appreciate the intimacy and affection. He may even become more affectionate in return, teasing or poking fun at his partner to cover up his true feelings.

➵ Gintoki's tough exterior and sarcastic wit may make it difficult for him to express his emotions openly, but his actions and subtle gestures may reveal his true feelings. For example, he may find himself unconsciously reaching out to touch his partner's hand or shoulder, or he may become more protective and affectionate towards them in private.

➵ Ultimately, Gintoki's reaction to his partner's affection would depend on the circumstances and his mood at the time. While he may try to play it cool and act aloof, his partner's affectionate gestures would likely have a positive impact on him, reminding him of the importance of human connection and emotional intimacy.

➵ Gintoki may try to hide his vulnerability by responding with sarcasm or teasing his partner. He may make jokes about being a "tsundere" or act like their affection doesn't affect him, but his partner would likely see through his facade and recognize his true feelings.

➵ Although Gintoki is not one to express his emotions openly, he may find himself feeling more comfortable and at ease with his partner's affection over time. He may become more receptive to physical touch and gestures of intimacy, even initiating them himself on occasion.

➵ Gintoki's past experiences with loss and betrayal have made him somewhat guarded and distrustful of others, but his partner's affection would likely help to break down some of his walls and build trust between them. He may even become more open and vulnerable with his partner, sharing more of his past and his fears with them.

➵ His loyalty and protectiveness towards his loved ones are two of his defining traits, and his partner's affection would only strengthen these qualities. He may become more invested in their well-being and happiness, going out of his way to make them feel loved and appreciated.

➵ At the end of the day, Gintoki's reaction to his partner's affection would likely be a mixture of humor, sarcasm, and genuine warmth. Although he may struggle to express his emotions openly, his partner's affection would be a source of comfort and security for him, reminding him that he is not alone in the world.

You were sitting next to Gintoki on the couch, watching TV together. As the show went on, you found yourself absentmindedly scratching his head, running your fingers through his silver hair. Gintoki tensed up at first, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"What are you doing?" he asked, pulling away slightly.

You smiled at him, continuing to scratch his head. "Just giving you some affection, Gintoki. You looked like you could use it."

Gintoki grumbled something under his breath, but you could tell that he was secretly enjoying your touch. He leaned into your hand, letting out a contented sigh. "Whatever. Just don't make it a habit, okay?"

You chuckled, continuing to scratch his head. "No promises, Gintoki. I kind of like it."

Gintoki rolled his eyes, but he didn't pull away this time. Instead, he leaned back into the couch, letting you scratch his head in peace. As the show continued to play in the background, you could feel him relaxing more and more, his muscles untensing beneath your touch.

After a few minutes, Gintoki finally spoke up again. "You know, I'm not used to this kind of affection," he said quietly. "It's kind of nice, though."

You smiled, continuing to scratch his head. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, Gintoki. You deserve some love and affection, too."

Gintoki snorted. "Yeah, right. As if I need that kind of weakness in my life."

You shook your head, still smiling. "You're not weak, Gintoki. You're one of the strongest people I know. And everyone needs a little love and affection sometimes."

Gintoki didn't respond, but you could see a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You continued to scratch his head in silence, enjoying the warmth and intimacy of the moment. Gintoki may have been a tough and sarcastic person on the outside, but beneath his rough exterior, you knew that he was a kind and loving person at heart.

(Here's a scenario where Gintoki's partner is being more cuddly than usual. As you can see, I got a little bit excited writing about him.)

You were lying in bed with Gintoki, cuddled up against his side. Normally, he wasn't one for cuddling or physical touch, but tonight was different. He had his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you could feel his breath warm against your neck.

"Are you okay, Gintoki?" you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

He didn't respond at first, but you could feel him nodding against your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said quietly.

You could tell that something was bothering him, but you didn't press the issue. Instead, you continued to stroke his hair, letting the silence stretch out between you. As you lay there together, you could feel Gintoki's body relaxing more and more, his breathing slowing down.

After a few minutes, Gintoki finally spoke up again. "Thanks for being here, [Name]," he said softly.

You smiled, kissing the top of his head. "Of course, Gintoki. I'll always be here for you."

Gintoki didn't respond, but you could feel him snuggling closer to you, his body warm against yours. You continued to stroke his hair, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Even though Gintoki was a tough and sarcastic person on the outside, you knew that.

[blitzyn]

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Kamui x Top!Male!Reader x Kamu [Lime]

Warning; non-con somnophilia? (you're just pretending to be asleep), double blowjob, deepthroat. Minors spoilers for Kamu's affection story.

(Kamui could either be Bastion or Tenebrion) (100% percent recommend this game, and I know is 'Camu' in the game, but I like 'Kamu' more)

Masterlist.

Game; Punishing Gray Raven

Ever since he arrived at Babylonia and has been assigned under Gray Raven's Commandant he has been annoyed. He constantly avoided talking to any of the other constructs, while others out of the Gray Raven squad looked at him with a glare or disgust in their eyes, however, after coming to terms with Kamui, the blond had been going to his room every night to talk about whatever he could come up with, so at least someone didn't avoid him.

Despite having a disinterested expression on his face, Kamui knew that Kamu was listening to him and that made him happy, a bright smile showing up on his face every time he left the purple-eyed male.

Reluctantly, he got to know better the Commandant he was assigned to every time they met. Whether it was because they were training to control his power through the remote-control M.I.N.D connection and not hurt the Commandant, or because he invited him out to eat. Slowly but surely, like an abandoned puppy, Kamu started growing fond of the other male, calling him by his name or another nickname he could up with, enjoying the sight of his annoyed expression whenever Kamu called him 'idiot' or 'gross'.

Eventually, he did start calling him (M/n), or Commandant like the rest did. They were getting closer and he couldn't stop remembering the warm touch of his hand on him. Despite being made out of metal, his body, somehow, was able to feel (M/n)'s warmth, and that made his body react with the feeling of his blood rushing and his heart thumping, just like when he was training or in battle.

He wondered how everything would've turned out without the Pushing Virus, but the chance of not being able to meet his Commandant left him with a sour feeling in the depth of his mind.

And because of that, hearing Kamui blabbering about whatever Kamui was blabbering about, he couldn't hold it anymore, he had to talk to someone about it. Ever since they came back from a mission he hasn't been able to shake that feeling off, seeing how the rest of Gray Raven was so attached to their Commandant... it bothered him, greatly. They were all over him even after he called a small break and just sat there, resting his tired human body and from the M.I.N.D. connection.

"Kamui," the blond immediately stopped talking, looking at the transcendant in front of him. "Have you ever felt... annoyed about seeing the rest... so close to Commandant (M/n)?"

Kamui stayed silent, making Kamu look up from his hands, making eye contact with him. Purple eyes staring into green ones and vice-versa. Kamui was quietly analyzing Kamu's words, realizing how similar they were to each other.

With a deep breath, Kamui showed a gentle smile towards the silver-haired male, "So, you're in love with the Commandant too?" Kamu flinched at the blond's words and stared at him surprised, he opened his mouth to refuse what he said, but he couldn't.

"Is not like I intended to, he's just..."

"So nice, right?" Kamui said along with Kamu, his usual bright smile plastered on his face, "Commandant really brings the cute side out of everyone," he added, making the other male frown at being called 'cute', even so, talking about the Commandant made him crave (M/n)'s warm touch.

He remembered his words, telling him that he'll be able to feel his warmth whenever he wanted. They resonated in his mind, craving it more than he ever thought he could crave something.

Kamu started thinking about going to the Commandant's room, when he realized a small detail that he almost overlooked. His purple eyes stared at Kamui, who still had a big smile on his face.

"Too? You like (M/n) too, Kamui?" And despite being made out of metal they still had some human functions and reactions, that's why Kamui felt his face as if it was on fire, knowing he had a blush painting his cheeks.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and had a small pout on his lips, he looked like a little kid, "What if I do like him too?" He mumbled in a flustered tone, his green eyes glancing away from Kamu, who snorted as he thought of a little plan.

He stood up from his bed and held Kamui's wrist, dragging him to the door. "Come with me."

///////

Standing outside of (M/n)'s room, both males checked around the halls, making sure nobody would see them, thankfully, everyone seemed to be asleep currently.

"Let's go," Kamu whispered as he slid the door open, letting Kamui walk in first before closing the door behind them.

The blond felt a little nervous about sneaking into their Commandant's room, and when he looked at Kamu he wondered how he was so calm. "Now what?"

Kamu looked at him and a smirk tugged on his lips.

"Now we're gonna have fun," the blond stared at the silver-haired male as he walked towards (M/n)'s bed, where he was sleeping, and now they were gonna disrupt his peaceful slumber!

"Kamu, I don't think we should-" he was interrupted by a soft moan coming from the sleeping male, and just now he realized that Kamu had climbed onto his bed, placed himself between his legs, and had been touching his member over his pants.

"You can leave if you want, Kamui, but I'm gonna have a taste of Commandant," he said glancing over his shoulder at the blond before turning back toward (M/n). He noticed how the sleeping man was getting an erection, so he pulled his pants and underwear down, licking his lips as he held his warm cock in his hand.

Kamui gulped as he saw how Kamu stroked (M/n)'s cock, the sensation of shivers down his spine with every moan and groan their Commandant let out. This was wrong, they shouldn't be here, but his body wasn't responding to him.

It moved on its own, climbing on the bed with Kamu and watching how his tongue swirled around the tip of (M/n)'s cock, whose breathing was turning heavier by the second.

Kamu glanced at Kamui and he started dragging his tongue down the side as if inviting the blond to use his tongue too. He leaned down closer and stuck his tongue out, experimentally he licked up slowly, he didn't have a sense of taste, none of the constructs had, however, he felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and a soft whimper left him whenever he caught some pre-cum on his tongue.

Kamu smirked as he looked at Kamui's satisfied expression, their tongues going up and down at different paces, occasionally they graced each other's tongue and that feeling made them moan.

At one point, they noticed (M/n)'s cock twitching, so Kamu made the blond back away for a bit, making him whine.

"Wait, let's not get him to cum yet, I want this to last longer," and so they did, they teased (M/n) so much to the point his hips would thrust up for more friction, but both would just back away and stare at the way his thighs trembled and how his hands gripped onto the bedsheets.

Even if they were enjoying edging and teasing (M/n)'s painfully erect cock, said male was getting mad at them. They were the ones that came into his room and started touching him -well, Kamu was the first one- but now... he wanted to cum, so badly.

Without being able to hold on anymore, he opened his eyes and looked down, both had their eyes closed, their moans and whines sending vibrations through his cock, something that made him grit his teeth.

He felt another orgasm coming, his hips thrusting up unconsciously, but then again, they stopped. And he had enough.

(M/n) reached his hand down and gripped Kamu's silver locks, pushing him down to make him take his entire cock down his throat.

Kamui stared surprised at their Commandant, before shifting his green eyes toward his dark look-alike. Kamu had his eyes open, staring up at (M/n) who had his jaw clenched, grunts resonating within his chest at the feeling of Kamu's throat around his cock.

The blond realized that Kamu was enjoying being used, moans sending vibrations all over (M/n)'s dick, his hands gripped tightly onto the messy bedsheets, he had no gag reflex and it was very clear he liked it, which made Kamui whine, reaching to hold the Commandant's wrist.

"I-I... want too~" (M/n) glanced at Kamui, lifting his free hand to stroke the blond's face, who leaned onto his hand, loving the gesture of affection he received.

"Wait like a good boy, Kamui, you'll get your turn soon..." he muttered, pulling on Kamu's hair and thrusting his hips up. (M/n) was getting so close to cumming, and the way the transcendant stared at him made him choke on a moan as he tiled his head back, his cum spurting out his slit, down Kamu's throat.

He took deep breaths as he pushed the silver-haired male away, and Kamu was left with his mouth open, cum dripping down his chin and tongue, catching his breath and his body trembling.

"Kamui... come on," the blond stared at (M/n) as he held his still erect cock in his hand, guiding him closer with the hand still on his face.

The blond opened his mouth and slowly started taking every single inch in his mouth, Kamui didn't have a gag reflex either, but he felt as if he was choking on it.

"Slow, don't force it... do it slowly," he heard (M/n) whisper at him, and he took a deep breath through his nose, bobbing his head up and down, increasing his speed with every move. His green eyes started gathering tears, soon dripping down his cheeks as he whimpered at the feeling of (M/n)'s cock down his throat. He almost wanted this moment to last forever.

However, (M/n) had almost dumped all his cum, he felt like he had blue balls while he was being edged a few minutes ago, and most of it was now in Kamu's mouth, his dick was sensitive and he was about to cum already, so he wasn't going to last much longer.

Kamui felt (M/n)'s hands touching the horn on the right side of his forehead, his touch was soft and gentle, before his fingers gripped it tightly, pushing his throbbing cock all the way down his throat, emptying himself in his mouth.

(M/n) gently pushed Kamui away, staring at the lovesick expression he had in his eyes, shining bright with the unspilled tears. Both males had cum in their mouths, dripping down, their eyes bright as they stared at him.

"You better have a good explanation about this, but now, let's just sleep," both swallowed the warm cum swirling on their tongues, and watched as their Commandant fixed his clothes and laid down his bed, "Come here, we have a lot of stuff to do in the morning."

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Ogata x f!reader

Warning: Noncon. 18+ NO MINORS YALL SHOULD GO READ PADDINGTON BEAR

Uh this has been sitting in my drafts for months

Trust

Ogata grips my arm tightly and drags me off away from the group. No one stopping us since everyone else was asleep. “Where are we going?” I ask him still following him regardless of knowing our destination. He takes me way too far for my comfort. I could barely get a chance to look at what was around me, he was walking too fast. When we stopped he let go off me. My arm was a bit sore from his strong grip but I could get over it. We were next to a strong river. The water was loud as it rushed passed the big rocks. I could hear the frogs and crickets in the area singing. Nature was loud tonight and it was nice to hear a gentle sound rather than the bickering of the idiots I traveled with.

Ogata was out of my sight. My back turned to him as I stared at the waves of water. “So why’d you bring me here?” I asked him as I looked at the reflection of the moon in the water. The grass silences his footsteps as he creeps behind me. His hands come under my arms and latch to the front of my kimono. Tugging it apart, forcibly loosening my clothes from my body. I gasped sharply and pushed his hands away. Clenching hard on my clothes to keep them up and covering my body. “What are you doing?!” I shout at him backing up as he gets closer to me. “Ogata?” What was wrong with him? Why is he acting so, aggressive? He steps on the bottom of my kimono, stopping me from moving back. “This isn’t funny. You’re scaring me.” I tug at my kimono trying to free it from his foot but it doesn’t even budge. I tug harder and he lifts his foot making me fall on my butt.

He gets down and crawls over me. Fighting my arms as I throw punches. My legs stuck under him and tangled under the mess of clothes. “Stop fighting me.” He grunts as he finally slams my wrist into the ground. My kimono dangerously close to exposing my breast. “Please, I don’t want to do this.” I beg. Tears forming at my eyes, my lips trembling and my face heats up. Ogata smirks, a evil glint in his eyes as he stares down at me. “Is it true that Tabi (made up name) women are always loyal to their men?” I hesitantly nod my head at his question. Where did he hear this information from? How did he know of my culture? He pushes my wrist together above my head and uses one hand to hold them down. His other pulling my kimono down further, my legs begin to kick as I try to knock him off of me. “Stop! Stop! Wait!” My left boob spills out and he licks his lips. “You’re strong but not stronger than me.” He points out as he tears the fabric of my clothes. His eyes narrows at the torn fabric, pausing as if he didn’t mean to do it.

My head turns when I hear bushes rustling. Praying that it’s someone from camp or anyone for that matter, to help me. Ogata notices me staring off and looks over. The rustling stops and Kiroranke steps from behind the trees. “Kiroranke! Help me please! Get him off!” I yell for him, wiggling one of my wrist free and reaching out for him. Ogata grumbles above me. It almost sounds like a growl. Kiroranke gives me a nonchalant stare and then looks at Ogata. “If She screams any louder everyone will wake up.” He warns him. My face drops. Why would he say that? Are, are they working together? “I like when she screams.” Ogata assured him, his hand stroking my cheek while I still look at Kiroranke. “Help me, please.” I beg him again. The tears I’ve been holding back finally falling down my cheeks and my hand still reaching for him. Ogata slaps my breast harshly and I shriek. My free hand covers my boob and I try curling myself. “If I were you, I’d keep those eyes on me.” He says in my ear, malice behind his words, warning me to keep my eyes on him as he defiles me. I bravely use my free hand to punch him in the face. He grunts and pins my arm again. “Looks like you’re having trouble there.” Kiroranke says, watching as I struggle against Ogata. “I’m trying not to hurt her too much.” Ogata responds.

He pries my legs apart with his knee and gets between them. His nose sniffs my neck, inhaling deeply and exhaling creepily. “You’ve always reminded me of a sweet flower. Beautiful, fragrant and very tempting to pick.” He says creepily against my skin. My knee hits his ribs. A weak and awkward jab that makes him groan and squeeze my wrists tightly. “Hit me again and I’ll break your finger.” He threatens me. Staring at me with his usual death glare. “Why are you doing this?” I whisper. Not even an ounce of courage in me, I felt totally weak. All my combat skills erased from my mind. I don’t want to hurt him. I thought we were friends. Ogata looks up, “Are you waiting for an invitation?” He questions the still on looking man. “I didn’t think you were the sharing type.” Kiroranke folds his arms. “I’m not, I’m just wondering why you’re still here.” They converse. “Please don’t let him do this!” I beg him. “Sorry but it looks like I’m unwanted here.” He walks away. “Kir-!” Ogata puts his hand over my mouth and watches him leave.

“I’m gonna remove my hand, when I do you better stay quiet.” He squeezes my cheeks in his hand. Giving me a frightening glare. I nod my head letting him know I agree. His hand moving from my face to the buckle of his belt. “Don’t make this harder on yourself.” He says, the jingle of his belt gives me chills and makes me whimper. “Please, I’ve never done this before. I don’t-“ “oh I know. That’s why I need you to behave, so I don’t hurt you. I’ll make you feel really good, you don’t have to be scared.” He kisses my cheek and I feel my wrist being bound tightly together. It wasn’t his hand, I look up and see his belt around my wrists. I began to hyperventilate, panicking as he sits up and smirks. Both his hands on my legs, pushing up my kimono and exposing more of my skin. I felt humiliated, ashamed, disgusted. I sobbed loudly while he took off my underwear. “I DONT WANT THIS! I DONT WANT THIS!” Shouting louder and louder as if he’s just deaf. Unzipping his zipper and pulling out his dick.

I immediately try to turn over so I can crawl away but he stops me. “No, no, no. No running.” He turns me over to my back and holds my left thigh. His hand stroking his dick getting himself hard as he stares at my quivering womanhood. He leans down and let’s a glob of spit fall from his mouth onto my clit. It felt nasty and weird. My body shivered as I felt the cold saliva run down my folds. His dick catches it before it gets to my anus. “We’re friends.” I whimpered, feeling the head of his dick swipe along my folds. Spreading his spit around and trying to arouse me at the same time. Ogata leans forward and whispers, “I’m clearly not trying to be your friend.” And his dick thrust inside me. I shrieked and he covered my mouth again. Putting a finger on his lips he tells me, “shhh, not so loud.” I wiggle around feeling a sharp pain all over. He chuckled as he watches my body struggle to embrace his dick. Tensing and jolting as he grinds his cock in my vagina. “But let’s not pretend you don’t like me already.” He smiles wickedly. The shock of his first thrust and the shock of him knowing that I did in fact like him drives me crazy.

My head was dizzy from all this. I wanted to be back in camp, to wake up and have this all be a terrible nightmare. He leans over me and slowly removes his hand from my mouth. Quickly shutting me up again with his own mouth. His lips were sloppy as he focused on his thrusts. Going slow and deep, taking his time. His eyes closed as he gets more intimate, moaning very softly. I turn my head and look away, sucking in my lips. Giving up on the fight. His right hand gently touches my breast. His big warm hands give me chills. Flicking my nipple with his pointer finger. His other hand runs down my body and holds my hip. Groaning as he watches my cunt get wetter, mixing with the blood on his dick. The hand touching my boob goes to touch my clit. My eyes widen and I turn my head sharply to look at him. Gasping when he rubs my clit in a circle. My body shivers, feeling full of a pleasuring numbing static. I could feel myself giving in more and more. It was becoming harder to hold back, harder to deny the pleasure, harder not to ask for more. I couldn’t, I can’t. This is wrong. His chest touches mine again and he whispers into my ear.

“You like that? You’re getting awfully wet. I’m gonna go harder, faster, deeper. Make you come undone right on me, make you squeeze my cock until I cum inside of you.” His voice was low and deep. He sends tingles down my spine. The things he said replay in my head. His tongue licks the shell of my ear, his hot breath over my skin give me goosebumps. He thrusts harder and faster causing me to scream through my closed mouth. My legs wrapped around his back and my arms hooked over his nape. Muffled whines leave my body, his dick pounding something inside of me. Something that just makes my insides feel on fire. My legs tremble and I could feel my vagina clenching and flexing. “O-gata.” I say his name breathlessly. Saying his name for no real reason besides the fact that it was the only thing I could think of. My hips move on their own, meeting his thrusts, trying to grind on his finger that was still rubbing my clit. “Yeah, make yourself cum.” He says as he goes faster. Repeatedly hitting what I believe is my cervix. My eyes roll back and my spine arches. I feel like I’m falling apart.

An unexplainably new feeling rushes over me and I moan loudly. My legs pulling his hips forward, making him pause. His lips leaving wet kisses under my jaw. My body shakes as I cum for the first time. It felt so euphoric and relieving. “Fuck.” He swears and tries to grind against me. His pubes stimulating my clit again making me whine at the overstimulation. “I’m, gah-! Fuck!” He pushes my legs back and pounds me. Our bodies making the lewdest sounds, our wet skin clapping in the silent night. My body quivers under his as he uses me to chase his own release. I felt dumb, like a concubine. He sits up and stares at me. Watching my face squint from his thrusts, pathetic moans leaving my lips and clouded eyes full of lust. “I have to pee.” I warm him, feeling my bladder expand like it’s about explode. Ogata smirks and just tells me to “pee.” Still fucking me into a dumb state. My eyes squeeze shut as I feel myself about to burst.

“Look at me.” He commands and I listen. Looking at his face, catching the softness of his face as he compliments me. “You feel so good. Such a beautiful body and pretty voice. Cum again, I wanna see that face you make. Shit, you’re squeezing me really tight.” He tells me. My body corrupt with his words and assault. My bladder breaking once I see him bite his lip. Part of his shirt soaked from my orgasm but neither of us care. His hips speeds up like a horny bunny until he stops suddenly. Clenching his face and groaning loudly as he spills his seed inside of me. He pulls out but his dick still ejaculate over my vagina. Painting the outside just as much as the inside. We both pant, catching our breathes before he loosens his belt from my wrist.

[pillow-anime-infos]

bsd masterlist {doa ver.}

FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY

touch starved boy {headcanon ; sfw}

s/o with a hard past gets some love and understanding {headcanon ; sfw?}

“you’re so dumb!” “no? you’re dumb.” {quote prompt number 7 + scenario | 394 words ; sfw}

NIKOLAI GOGOL

attention hoe {headcanon ; sfw}

your b-day! {headcanon ; sfw}

match up with nikolai {match up ; sfw}

SIGMA

pouty lil baby {headcanon ; sfw}

s/o with a hard past gets some love and understanding {headcanon ; sfw?}

[youatemylollipop]

Can I request head cannons where Okita and Kamui have a partner that took the initiative and kissed them first? Like the ones you wrote of Otae, Abuto and Tsuki. Only if you want to of course! ☺️

A/N: I’ve finally gotten some spare time after a whole week of exams! Tbh, it felt pretty relaxing to write these headcanons and scenarios after all the hard work. Hope you enjoy!

Ft: Kamui & Okita Sougo (Gintama).

Part One: Abuto, Shimura Tae & Tsukuyo ➵ Gintama

Kamui

➵ Despite his tough exterior, Kamui secretly enjoys being surprised by his s/o. He won't admit it out loud, but he finds it endearing when his s/o takes the initiative to kiss him.

➵ Kamui has a strong sense of smell, which means he can often tell when his s/o is nearby even if he's not actively paying attention to them. However, if his s/o is wearing a strong scent (such as perfume or cologne), it can make it harder for him to pick up on their presence.

➵ The amanto has a bit of a competitive streak, which means he's always up for a challenge. If his s/o were to challenge him to a surprise kissing contest, he would definitely accept (and probably win).

➵ Also, despite his tough exterior, Kamui secretly enjoys being surprised by his s/o. He won't admit it out loud, but he finds it endearing when his s/o takes the initiative to kiss him.

➵ Not to mention, even though Kamui is hard to surprise, he secretly wishes that his s/o would surprise him more often. He finds it exciting and it makes him feel closer to them.

It's not easy to take Kamui by surprise. His inhuman instincts make him hyperaware of his surroundings, and he's always on guard. Most likely, any attempt to take him off guard would fail. Besides, Kamui has already taken your first kiss, and he's most likely kissed you a dozen times by now. You've accepted that you'll never be able to surprise him, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to try.

One day, you decide to take a chance. Kamui is sitting at the table, eating a bowl of ramen. He's so focused on the food in front of him that he doesn't notice you approach. You take a deep breath and lean down, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Kamui freezes for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. He turns to look at you, his expression unreadable. "What was that for?" he asks, his voice low and deep.

You can feel your face heating up, but you refuse to back down. "I just wanted to kiss you," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Kamui raises an eyebrow. "You know that won't work, right?" he says, taking another bite of his ramen.

You pout, feeling a bit defeated. "I just wanted to surprise you for once," you say.

Kamui chuckles, setting down his chopsticks. He leans in, his breath tickling your ear. "Well, you surprised me," he says, his voice low and husky. "But don't get too cocky. You won't be able to catch me off guard again."

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Kamui leans back, a smirk on his face. You can't help but feel a little bit disappointed that you weren't able to surprise him, but at the same time, you're happy that you were able to catch him off guard, even if it was only for a moment.

Okita Sougo

➵ Firstly, it's important to note that Okita is a highly perceptive individual, so it's not easy to catch him off guard. He's always on the lookout for any potential threats or surprises, so his guard is always up.

➵ With that being said, it's highly likely that any attempts to take him by surprise with a kiss would fail. He's probably already taken his significant other's first kiss—just like that b*stard Kamui had.

➵ So, I'm sorry to say that I can't provide you with the scenario you were hoping for. But, that being said, Okita's reaction to his significant other taking the initiative and kissing him first would likely be a mix of surprise and amusement. He might tease them about it, but ultimately he would appreciate their boldness and confidence.

➵ Okita is known for his sharp wit and sarcastic sense of humor, so he might make a joke about how his significant other failed to surprise him with their first kiss. He might say something like, "Nice try, but I already saw that one coming a mile away."

➵ Despite being caught off guard, Okita would never admit that his significant other's kiss had really surprised him. He would maintain his usual calm and collected demeanor, pretending like he was unfazed by the whole thing.

➵ Okita would also use the opportunity to tease his significant other mercilessly. He would make playful jabs at them, calling them "sneaky" or "crafty" and pretending to be annoyed that they had managed to catch him off guard.

➵ But underneath the teasing, Okita would also feel a sense of pride in his significant other. He would admire their willingness to take risks and their commitment to their relationship, and would feel grateful to have them in his life.

➵ In the future, Okita might try to return the favor and catch his significant other off guard with a surprise of his own. He might plan an elaborate scheme or prank to try and catch them off guard, just to show that he's still the master of surprises.

➵ Overall, while Okita might try to play it cool on the surface, he would secretly be thrilled that his significant other had caught him off guard with a kiss. It would be a reminder of their love and commitment to each other, and would bring them even closer together.

As you walk down the street, your arms full of groceries, you spot him. Okita Sougo, the man you love, laying on a bench with a sleeping mask on in the middle of the day. You know he's on patrol, but he's always been able to sleep through anything, so you figure he won't notice you approaching.

You set down your groceries and slowly walk towards him, feeling your heart race with excitement. This is your chance to finally surprise him with a kiss, something you've been trying to do for a long time. You inch closer and closer, getting ready to lean in when suddenly, his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist.

"Nice try," he says, not even bothering to take off his sleep mask. “But I could sense you coming from a mile away."

You pout, feeling disappointed. “How did you know?" you ask, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He smirks, sitting up and taking off his sleep mask. "I'm always on high alert," he says, his eyes scanning your face. "Besides, I could smell you."

You blush, feeling self-conscious. "What do you mean, you could smell me?" you ask, feeling a bit confused.

"I mean, I could smell the groceries you were carrying," he says, gesturing towards the bags at your feet. "And I could smell your perfume."

You shake your head, feeling amazed at how perceptive he is. "You're incredible," you say, smiling at him.

His smirk widens as he stands up to stretch his arms. "I know," he says, his eyes meeting yours. "But I'm not so perceptive that I can't tell when someone wants to kiss me."

Your heart races as he steps closer, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "You don't have to surprise me," he says, his eyes searching yours. "I'm always ready for a kiss from you."

You smile, feeling a rush of love for him. "I know," you say, leaning in to kiss him softly. "But I wanted to surprise you anyway."

He grins, his arms wrapping around you. "Well, you surprised me," he says, his lips brushing against yours. "And I loved it."