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kaiser1ns · 10 months ago

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#. KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. umemiya hajime, sakura haruka, suo hayato, kaji ren, togame jo, takiishi chika, endo yamato

fluff. since when did you dream of a first kiss with the boy you like. and the chance finally came, but not everything turned out as imagined.

up to 500-600 words per scenario, i tried my best, sorry i'm still trying to describe romantic scenes womp womp, like and subscribe!

UMEMIYA HAJIME

You are so in love with this man that you can't get enough. Literally, you can't get enough of the way he is so oblivious to the hints you drop every single day. He is laughing yet again at something, surrounded by Furin first years and Hiragi at Kotoha's cafe. The desire to smack him on the head and tell him he is so stupid grows faster than the vegetables in his garden. Only Kotoha seems to notice your gloomy mood — you haven't touched the food she prepared, and it makes her worry.

"I'm going to give up if he doesn't do something soon," you tell your best friend, your voice tinged with frustration.

She pats your hand reassuringly. "It'll be okay. Don't mind Hajime's antics. Boys take time to develop, you know."

You thank her and finish your food, but you still want to go home. Being in his presence feels draining right now. You quietly say goodbye to Kotoha and immediately leave, while she wonders what she can do to help you out.

You aren't far away when you hear running footsteps behind you and the voice you knew all too well. "Y/N, wait for me, please!" It's Umemiya, running worriedly towards you. You turn to face him as he pants from the exertion. "Kotoha said you wanted to talk about something with me. Is that why you left?"

Oh my, this girl. How dare she does this to you? You didn't want to tell him, you were supposed to be mad at him. "It seems that I have forgotten what I was going to say," you murmur, turning on your heel to walk away again. But he hugs you from behind, his grip strong and tight, your back against his chest.

"You wanted to have your first kiss, right?" There it goes, your best friend spilled everything to her brother. "I've noticed everything you did to indicate your wants and needs. I was just waiting for the right moment, when we aren't with people, like this ..."

He lets you go, turning you around and kissing you. His eyes are closed, but yours widen in surprise. The feeling of his lips on yours and his hands on your back makes you relax. You're a blushing mess, a whirlwind of butterflies and emotions coursing through you. Hands find their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat race as fast as yours.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes meet yours, filled with a tenderness you've longed to see. "I'm sorry it took me so long," he murmurs, his voice soft and sincere. You smile, your heart swelling with the butterflies going there instead. "You better make it up for all the waiting."

He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I guess I am a bit dense, huh?" You laugh, the sound light and genuine, laying your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat once again as he hugged you "Just a bit."

As he walks you to your home, hand in hand, you can't help but think about Kotoha and how she played Cupid, knowing exactly what you needed, even when you didn’t.

SAKURA HARUKA

You’ve heard it all before, the endless litany of self-deprecation and doubt that spills from Sakurs’s lips like a broken record. It’s a familiar routine by now, his recounting of how he doesn’t deserve kindness or acceptance, how your sweetness to him feels misplaced. His voice wavers with each confession, half-hoping you’ll agree and half-fearing you’ll walk away.

“I don’t get why you’re so nice to me,” he says for the umpteenth time, eyes downcast. “I don’t deserve it.” Your eye twitches. You’ve had enough. The words repeat in your head, grating on your nerves. You care about him deeply, but his lack of self-worth is starting to drive you insane. He’s strong, capable, a fighter in every sense of the word—except when it comes to himself.

“Oh my god, Sakura, stop with this bullshit,” you snap, sharper than you intended. He blinks, taken aback. “Hah!?”

“Stop talking about yourself like that. It’s so frustrating. ‘I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve that.’” You mimic his tone, letting your irritation seep through. His eyes narrow, anger mixing with confusion. "Huh!?" He clenches his fists, the familiar motion of cracking his knuckles following. It’s a gesture meant to intimidate, but you’ve seen it too many times to be scared. “Shut up before I make you,” you threaten.

He meets your gaze gaze, unflinching. “Make me then. Let your fists do the talking.”

That’s it. The breaking point. You stand up abruptly, closing the distance between you. He braces himself, expecting a fight. You can see the conflict in his eyes, torn between his instinct to fight and his deep-seated fear of hurting you. Instead, you grab his face with both hands and pull him into a kiss. It’s sudden, forceful, and completely unexpected. His body tenses up, then melts against you, stunned into silence.

When you pull back, his face is a shade of red you didn’t think was possible to achieve. He’s a mess of incoherent sounds, his mind clearly struggling to process what just happened. “W-what… Huh!?”

“You shouldn’t talk so much crap,” you say calmly, sitting back down. “It’ll lead you to problems.”

He stands there, dazed and silent, a stark contrast to his usual self. You relish the quiet, the absence of his self-doubt hanging in the air. Finally, a moment of peace. Sakura haven't said a word all day, lost in his thoughts. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, hoping that your impulsive act has left an impression, that maybe he’ll start to see himself the way you see him.

SUO HAYATO

The boy himself, the living legend of making people accept his requests with his teasing smile, is sitting next to you. His beautiful dark brown eyes make you melt like chocolate left out in the hot sun. Suo Hayato, the enigma from the neighboring school, is here in your living room, surrounded by your scattered chemistry notes. You begged him for help with your homework, and in his usual style, he agreed with a condition. You, expecting another teacake request, readily agreed.

The two of you sit on the floor, papers spread out across the table. Hayato explains the properties of alkaline metals and their reactions. His hand occasionally brushes against yours, sending a jolt through your system each time. He notices your reactions, the subtle glances you steal, the way you tense and relax. He is enjoying himself, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“And that’s all. I’m sure you’ll ace the test, L/N-san,” he concludes with a smile.

A few days later, you find yourself beaming as you show him your test. Maximum points. You’re the only student with a perfect score, and Hayato knows it. His smile widens, and his eyes gleam with satisfaction.

“I knew you’d do it. But don’t you forget something?” he prompts.

Ah, yes, his reward. “No, I didn’t forget, Suo-kun.” You reach into your bag and pull out a box of homemade teacakes. “Here, just the way you like them.” He takes the box, smiling with one eye closed, the other hidden beneath his signature eyepatch. “Oh, thank you very much. So kind as always.” he pauses “But I wanted something sweeter.”

Confused, you stand there trying to figure out what he means. Wasn’t he on a diet? Perhaps you should brew him some tea. He chuckles, observing you and most possibly reading your thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want freshly brewed tea.” His voice is soft, but there's an edge to it. How does he always know what you’re thinking? Does he know you wanted to kiss him while you studied? His perceptiveness is both thrilling and intimidating.

“So what do you want?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. He closes the distance between you in a heartbeat. “You.”

Before you can process his words, his lips are on yours, warm and insistent. Your bag slips from your shoulder, landing with a soft thud. The kiss is everything you imagined and more, a perfect blend of surprise and inevitability. You feel the chemistry, the undeniable connection between element Suo and element Y/N, strong and unbreakable.

You pull away, still in shock, as he steps back. His hands are behind his back, holding the box of teacakes, but his eyes are fixed on you. He turns to leave, but glances back over his shoulder.

“I’ll be waiting for more chemistry tests to help you out,” he says, a promise in his voice. And you know, without a doubt, that his request will always be met.

KAJI REN

You had always admired the way Kaji Ren seemed to be in his own world, headphones clamped over his ears and a strawberry lollipop lazily balanced between his lips. He was lost in thought, probably wondering about you, always worried—if you needed help, how your day went, if there was someone he needed to deal with for you. His obliviousness gave you the perfect opportunity. You appeared in front of him and, snatching the lollipop from his mouth, putting it in your own.

"What the—" His initial reaction was irritation, a typical Kaji Ren tantrum brewing, until he saw you standing there, and that devilish look in your eyes. You were still in your school uniform, like you always are when he waits to walk you home.

"Oh, strawberry one. My favorite." You teased, a smile tugging at your lips. He scoffed, too tired to engage in your banter, as started walking behind you, when you suddenly stopped. Before he could react, you snatched his headphones and dashed off.

You were fast, but Kaji was faster. In a heartbeat, he caught up, slamming you gently against the nearest wall, his arms caging you in. You looked up at him, a devilish grin on your face.

"Now, what, Ren?" you taunted, breathless.

For a moment, he just stared, as if trying to figure out his next move. Then, in a move that surprised both of you, he grabbed the lollipop from your mouth and tossed it on the ground. His lips crashed onto yours with a hunger and urgency that sent the butterflies right into your stomach. He kissed you like he’d been starving for it, tasting the sweet strawberry flavor that lingered on your lips.

You kissed back with equal hunger, your hands tangling in his hair. Time seemed to stand still as you both poured everything into that kiss. When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, as you stared at the blonde boy.

"Do you want to try an apple flavor next time?" you asked, a teasing once again.

"Shut up," he muttered, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. He snatched his headphones back and started walking again, but you weren’t ready to let go just yet. You ran up to him and slipped your hand into his. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, but instead, he squeezed your hand tightly.

TOGAME JO

You never go into Shishitoren territory without Togame. He’s your personal bodyguard, a very fine one at that, and he insists on accompanying you every time. Texting him is a lost cause—he never responds. At least, that’s what he wants you to believe, even though your texts are the only ones he ever reads. So, you always call to tell him you are under the bridge, waiting for him.

Tonight, the two of you are wandering down a bustling street, searching for a pub to settle in. The crowd is big at this time of the night, and Togame keeps his hand firmly on your waist, ensuring you stay close. Despite him wanting to keep you close and safe, you are always slipping away, and it drives him crazy.

You meander through, your curiosity piqued by a very interesting shop window. Something inside catches your eye, and you pause to admire it. Meanwhile, he is frantic, scanning the crowd for any sign of you. When he finally spots you, relief floods his body, quickly replaced by an angry expression. The Shishitoren vice-capitain makes a note to buy the item for you tomorrow, but now is not the time. He strides over and grabs your hand, pulling you towards a quieter, more secluded area.

“What if something happened to you? Do you know how much I’d regret that?” His usual slow, measured speech is now rapid and laced with frustration.

You look down, guilt washing over you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

He sighs heavily, his expression softening as he sees your sad face. Gently, he tilts your chin up, his fingers brushing away the few tears that have escaped. “Don’t cry now, pretty girl.”

Before you can respond, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. You hadn’t expected your first kiss to happen like this, in a quiet, dimly lit alley, but it’s with Togame Jo, and that’s all that matters.

His hands cradle your face, thumbs tracing soothing patterns on your skin. You close your eyes, relaxing in his touch, your heart pounding in your chest. It is soft, tender, and unhurried. There’s no rush, no urgency—just the two of you in this moment. His lips are warm, and he takes his time, savoring the feel of you, as butterflies made their way to your stomach. When he finally pulls away, you’re both breathless, faces mere inches apart.

He presses his forehead against yours, a small smile playing making its way, reassuring you that everything was fine, “Just... don’t do that again, okay?”

You nod, still dazed from the kiss. He entwines his fingers with yours, leading you back to the crowded street, but this time, his grip is gentler, more safe. The bustling city seems a little less overwhelming with him by your side, and you can’t help but smile, stealing glances at him, your heart fluttering with every step. Togame catches your eye and squeezes your hand, his own smile growing wider.

TAKIISHI CHIKA

He showed up at your house, knocking on the window as you sighed, getting up from your bed. You, of course, let him in, seeing how he was again stained with blood that was not his. It was the same every time: he came to you so you could patch him up, fix him, give him a shower, change of clothes and a place to sleep in. You never ask questions, and he never offers explanations. Tonight is no different as you sit in his lap, bandaging his face and hands.

You're not a couple; you're not anything. It’s complicated. There are unspoken words between you, a delicate balance that neither of you dares to disrupt. As you sit on his lap and clean his face, you find yourself closer than before. His yellow eyes, intense and piercing, lock onto yours, heart races, each beat echoing in your ears. You’re getting closer, inch by inch. Hesitation grips you, your breath caught in your throat.

"Don't move." Just as you think of pulling away, his hand moves behind your head, gently but firmly pushing you forward. Your lips meet his in a soft, tentative kiss. It’s surprising, the gentleness of it, especially coming from someone as fiery and unpredictable as Chika. The kiss is brief, a fleeting moment that feels that for once you were something. When it ends, you pull back slightly, searching his eyes for any hint of what this meant to him. But his expression is the same as every day. And then you are back to becoming nothing.

For you, it meant everything. It’s a confirmation of the connection you’ve always felt but never acknowledged. But what did it mean for him? You're not sure, and you don't dare to ask. Not now. Maybe not ever. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. You can think about this later. Right now, he still needs you. You focus on his injuries, cleaning and bandaging.

Chika watches you work, his eyes never leaving your face. You can feel the weight of his gaze, and it only makes you more aware of your own feelings. But you don’t let it distract you. You finish bandaging his hands and move to check for any other injuries, your fingers brushing against his skin, meanwhile, he gently caresses your thighs with his thumbs leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

When you’re done, you lean back, surveying your work. He looks a bit better now, though still battered and bruised. You meet his eyes again, and this time there’s something different there. Something softer, more vulnerable — a golden hue reflects the dim light, adding a warm, almost ethereal quality to the sun.

“There all done,” you say quietly, unable to trust your voice to say more. You stand up, as you don't want to leave his embrace but you have to clean up the supplies scattered around and prepare a bath. As you move around the room to get him new clothes you can feel his eyes on you, following your every move. You wonder if he’s thinking about the kiss, about what it meant. You wonder if he feels the same confusion, the same longing, the same love.

ENDO YAMATO

The wind lifting strands of his dark hair and whipping them around his face. He’s talking about something, his tattooed hands tracing patterns in the air. But you’re not listening. You’re caught up in the way his lips move, the curve of his smile, the glimmering in his eyes.

"...and Takiishi was there, you know? Doing that thing he always does," Endo continues, oblivious to your silent longing. Takiishi Chika. Again. You frown, a little annoyed now. Why does he always have to bring up Chika?

"Endo," you say, softly at first, hoping to catch his attention. He doesn’t notice.

"Takiishi’s just so unpredictable. I never know what he’s going to do next."

"Endo," you repeat, louder this time. Still, he’s lost in his own world, his words tumbling out like the wind itself, unstoppable and carefree.

"And then, Takiishi—"

"Endo!" You say it sharply, frustration bubbling up inside you. He finally pauses, blinking at you in surprise. You take a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, before he can say anything, you reach up and grab his collar, pulling him down to your height. His eyes widen in shock, but you don’t give him time to react. You press your lips to his, silencing him in the most effective way you know.

Feeling his lips against yours, the taste of his breath mingling with your own. It’s not perfect. It’s rushed and a little clumsy, your noses bump awkwardly, and you can feel him tense. But it’s real. It’s happening. And it’s better than any dream.

When you finally pull away, he’s staring at you, confusing and amusing gaze. His hands, still raised from his gesticulations, hover in the air, uncertain.

"Ah," he says, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I’m not good at judging people, am I?" You laugh, knowing how he chooses people and how his expectations are later contradicted, that right now is happening with you, "No," you agree, your voice soft. "You’re really not."

He rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Sorry. I guess I was talking too much."

"A little," you admit, your heart still racing. "But it’s okay."

He steps closer, his hand brushing against yours, indicating his motives. "Can I try again?" he asks, his voice quieter now, the playful edge gone. You nod, your breath hitching in your throat. "Please."

This time, when he kisses you, it’s slower, more deliberate. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin as you live your dream.

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stunie · 11 months ago

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˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ “MY BOYFRIEND IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS !”

PT 2: WINDBREAKER BOYS PROTECTING YOU FROM PERVS. ft. yamato endo, chika takiishi, akihiko nirei, taiga tsugeura, & choji tomiyama x f!reader

PART 1: kaji, togame, umemiya, sakura, suo, hiragi, kiryu, & sugishita x f!reader

sfw. wc: 1.7K. ohh i had sm fun w endo’s hehe <3 individual warnings are below, but f!reader: referred to as she / her.

YAMATO ENDO. ‘my girl,’ ‘angel’ & ‘pretty thing’

“Hey,” Endo’s voice cuts through the thick air like a blade, heavy arm coming to rudely rest on one of their shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing scaring her into a corner like that? Tryna get at my girl?”

On a normal day, you’d roll your eyes at the teasing tone he always uses around you— but today, it brings you nothing but relief, fresh tears threatening to spill as you choke out his name.

His presence alone is enough to silence the group of guys who had just been talking over you moments prior, the three men in front stiffening at the sight of him alone. They can hardly believe this.

You really weren’t bluffing when you said Endo would kick their asses— he’s frightening.

They exchange knowing looks when they hear you sniffle, hands coming to wipe at the tears that had begun streaming down your cheeks. They were so fucked.

“N-no! Of course not.” One of them breaks the silence.

“We had no idea she was your girl— ” another one stammers, hands coming up defensively.

“Didn’t know? You serious?”

Endo’s voice comes out sharp, eyes narrowing as he puts more weight onto his arm, grinning at the way the man’s knees start to tremble at the pressure. “My angel here doesn’t usually look at me like that, y’know,” he whispers, jutting a thumb in your direction. “So what’d you do to put that terrified look on her face?”

“Sorry— we’re really sorry.” One of them starts to apologize profusely, but your boyfriend was clearly not in his usual good mood today, and he grabs his face roughly, ignoring the way his cries of pain come out muffled against his palm.

“Asked you a question, didn’t I?”

The veins along his forearm bulge when his grip tightens, and you hear a painful crack, the man’s hands coming to desperately scratch and claw at Endo’s arms. “She likes it when i’m nice, so I’ll give you a second chance to quit spewing some fucking nonsense and answer me, yeah?”

The two men behind him exchange glances before stumbling over their words, desperately coming up with any excuse that came to their minds. One of them accidentally slips out the truth. A “we told her we’d make a mess of that pretty face if she kept turning us down” and the group falls completely silent.

“I-it’s okay!” You stammer, hands come to tug at his the back of your boyfriend’s jacket.

Unfortunately for them, your words fall on deaf ears. He lets go of the one he’s holding by the face, not sparing him a second glance as he drops to the floor with a loud thud.

“Okay, i think i get it now,” Endo says through a genuine laugh, and it sends a shiver down your spine. He’s not facing you, but you think you can picture the expression on his face pretty well. “E-Endo-”

“Fifteen.” He speaks slowly. “I’ll meet you in front of that corner store in fifteen, pretty thing.”

CHIKA TAKIISHI.

Oh— so that’s why you’re late today.

Takiishi watches from a distance as you jut your thumb towards your phone screen, your usual chirpy voice laced with anger now as you repeat yourself with a frustrated huff. “I said have a boyfriend.. see? His contact is right here. Can you leave me alone now?”

“And I said I didn’t give a fuck about your little boyfriend.” The man laughs loudly when your lips wrinkle in disgust. “I prefer the ones with an attitude.”

“What do you think he’s gonna do if he finds out, huh?” He reaches out to get a feel of your hair. “Think he can touch me?”

“Takiishi’s gonna knock your lights out cold,” you spit, slapping his hand away when it comes too close to your face. That seemed to be enough to set him off, his eyebrow twitching in anger as he takes a step towards you, looming over your figure with quick breaths.

“Don’t piss me off— I was nice when I said you’d have a good time if you came with me.”

“I’d rather eat shit-” you seethe, angry expression contorting when he grabs firmly around your wrist— “That hurts!” It makes you wince, your phone hitting the concrete with a thud.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The coldness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“Ah- Takiishi—”

The man jerks his head around at the name, hand still gripping your wrist as he sizes him up. His first thought is that he’s alright. He notices the muscle definition right away, but he doesn’t look particularly heavy. There is, however, a sudden coldness in the air that he can’t quite grasp, and you look awfully relieved now that he’s here.

“So you’re the boyfriend she’s been talking about?” He says with a laugh. “You gonna let her come with me?”

“Move. Don’t waste our time.”

“Huh? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking t—”

“I said move.”

Your mind can hardly comprehend the speed, mind just barely able to register the second Takiishi’s foot connects with the man's chest, sending him crashing to the ground beside you in an instant.

He’s beside you the next second, fingers coming to fix the stray pieces of hair beside your eyes. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no! I’m okay.”

He’s monotone, as usual, but the hint of concern makes your heart flutter anyways. He lets you latch yourself onto his bicep, lets you tighten your grip around his arm as you fume about the audacity that guy had, and most importantly, he makes sure you call him every time you’re about to leave your home alone.

TAIGA TSUGEURA. someone touches around your lower back

“My bench has blown up since i switched to bulldog grip,” Tsugeura rambles, “and my squat too. The ‘tripod foot’ cue really helps with even foot pressure.”

You nod along, always interested when he tells you about things he loves, but your attention shifts when you feel a hand press against your lower back. It’s not Taiga’s touch. It’s too unfamiliar. Too invasive. Your eyes fill with panic when you feel the hand start to roam downwards, and you can barely stammer out Tsugeura’s name, voice trembling too much for him to hear.

“I should also get new knee sleeves eventually.” He continues, and you curse his obliviousness. “The cue helps, but I would get way more bounce if I had a pair of Inzers instead of the flimsy ones I’m using now.”

“I always get stuck at the bottom of my squat, so they would help. But i know pause squats help with that, so I could also implement those—”

Your grip tightens on Tsugeura’s shirt, knuckles turning white as you try your hardest to convey your situation. He pauses mid-sentence, finally picking up on the expression you’re giving him.

“Whoa— you okay?” His voice is filled with concern when he peers down at you.

His gaze trails down, and that’s when he notices it.

You gasp at the speed of it all. In an instant, the man is slammed into the wall behind you, loud thud echoing throughout the entire train. “No way.” His voice is loud, and you hear the bystanders gasping and whispering, their attention shifting to the scene.

“That’s messed up, man.” Tsugeura’s voice comes out low, a serious glare on his face that you’ve never seen on him. The vice grip he has around the man’s wrist tightens, enough to have him yelping in pain and stammer out an apology.

“Turn yourself in at the next stop, yeah?”

CHOJI TOMIYAMA.

“Tell me— who was that?” Choji asks, latching himself around your middle to wrap you in a tight embrace, and you glance at the unconscious man sprawled on the ground beside you.

“You knocked him out cold without knowing anything?” You ask incredulously, arms coming to return his embrace regardless, and your lips curl into a small smile when he melts into your touch.

“Mhm. He was bothering you, right?” His voice comes out cheerful, but there’s a small trace of worry in his eyes when he meets your gaze.

He hates to admit it, but his body had completely moved on his own. It’s a bad habit he’s developed since meeting you, because he finds himself worrying about you— desperately wanting to put his strength to use and protect you from everything he saw as ‘bad.’ It was only after he had jump kicked the man grabbing at your arm that he had considered the slim possibility that maybe he wasn’t bothering you in the first place.

“He was.”

He lets out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding. “Then….it was okay that I kicked him in the face, right?”

He relaxes a bit more when you nod, his usual smile returning to his lips. “Thank you for saving me, Choji.”your voice comes out soft and soothing, and he feels his heart skip a beat at the praise.

AKIHIKO NIREI.

“Ah— where are we going?!” You yelp as you stumble forward, barely able to keep up as Nirei pulls you by the wrist.

The two of you were at the mall, shopping for new summer clothes when he had suddenly called you to him by name— dragging you and your bags along with him in an instant. Before you could even realize what had happened, you’re in an elevator, watching in disbelief as he fumbles to frantically click the ‘close’ button, the doors finally sliding shut after the tenth click.

“You’re safe.” He sighs. “That’s a relief.”

“You scared the shit outta me.” you fold your arms across your chest and give him a glare. “What was that for?”

“Sorry,” Nirei chuckles lightly. “There was a guy who kept looking at you. He’s bad news.”

“How can you tell?”

You feel more at ease when his fingers come to interlace with yours again, and you feel him squeeze. “I guess um…” his other hand scratches the back of his head. “I have this sort of danger sense whenever it comes to you.”

“Something like that.”

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the-original-skipps · 9 months ago

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|| When they see you knock someone out. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

let’s cut back on the angst for now cuz I got something wicked planned hehe

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihiko. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Endo Yamato.

As you're waiting for your boyfriend to come meet you a strange man approaches you. The man invites you to go with him but you quickly refuse. Annoyed at your refusal the man grabs a hold of your arm, trying to pull you to go with him. It's already been a bad enough day for you to be dealing this, your patience cuts short. With a swift and strong punch to the man's face, he falls backward with a thud to the ground. Panting as adrenaline flows through you, you look up to meet the eyes of your significant other.

❥ Sakura saw from a distance of the scene unfolding, he immediately broke out into a run. Right as he was just about to reach you, you threw a punch to the man's face causing him to knock out. Sakura stood there in momentary shock at what happened, before snapping out of it to rush to your side. Sakura is quick to inspect your body for any potential injuries and only to let out a sigh of relief at finding none. Sakura feels his cheeks lighting up at the replay of your earlier scene, was it weird that he found it hot? Face now red and avoiding your gaze, he looks down and offers you a quiet praise for throwing a good punch. Due to him whispering, you ask him to repeat what he just said which causes him to turn even redder which you didn’t think was possible. With his hands in his pockets he huffs steam coming out from his ears, he repeats his praise again this time with slow and shaky breaths. You want to tease him by asking him to repeat it again but maybe this time he’ll really combust.

"N-Next time, don't put your thumb inside your fist-you'll break it. Instead, put it underneath your fist."

❥ Suo quickly runs over to you, stepping over the unconscious body that laid on the ground. He immediately takes your hand in his worry etched on his face, cradling the hand that was used to knock some man's lights out. After making sure you're okay, Suo crouches down to place two fingers to the unconscious man's neck - you see his eyes widen for a fraction. Suo stands up quietly, his back facing towards you. The silence causes you to break out into a nervousness. Suo then turns around and places both his hands on your shoulders. He calmly states with a serious look on his face that the man no longer has a pulse. You freeze in shock at his words, wondering if a single punch could really kill a man. As the panic takes over, you frantically ask him what to do. Suo inwardly smiles at your reaction, you're just too cute - he can't help but tease you.

"Don't worry, my love. I know the perfect place to bury the body."

❥ Nirei stands there paralyzed with shock at the scene unfolding. His sweet girlfriend just punched a man way bigger than her?! As he sees the man go down, he carefully approaches you with a call of your name. Worried and slightly frightened that you'll mistakenly punch him too. At your boyfriend's appearance you smile, reassured that he's here now. As the shock wears off, Nirei looks over your body for any injuries like a mother bird to its chick. You almost gave him a heart attack at your actions but he's gotta admit that was a really cool punch. It even managed to knock a man a size bigger than you unconscious. Feeling stars in his eyes, Nirei whips out his journal asking you about the punch you just landed. Curious to know if you've used some secret technique or had prior experience in martial arts. If it's about his girlfriend he has to know! The man laid forgotten on the ground.

"(Y/N), that was amazing! Now, I need to add this data into my journal!"

❥ Umemiya is quick to run over, jumping over the unconscious man to tightly embrace you. You stood frozen for a moment before catching a familiar whiff coming from his shirt - do you realize that your boyfriend has come. As his arms are around you, you relax in his hold - bringing your arms to wrap around him in return. Umemiya's worries fade away as he pulls away from the hug. Then a smile breaks out on his face. He praises you for standing your ground but also lightly reminding you of the potential danger if your punch didn't knock him out. At the thought of the potential danger Umemiya once again pulls you into a hug, burying your face into his sturdy chest. Only this time when he pulls away, he wraps an arm around your waist - pulling you to walk with him. Umemiya is quick to usher you towards the direction of the cafe, excitedly ranting about the fresh vegetables he sent to Kotoha this morning. You kinda want to ask him about what to do about the man but it seems he’s already forgotten.

"Oh, don't worry about him! I'll call Hiragi to bring him to the hospital!"

❥ Kaji was ready to throw down until he sees you punch the man unconscious. Like slow motion the body falls backward and his eyes follow. Uncaring of the state of the man, Kaji rushes over to you, grasping your arms. He's somewhat frantic with worry, as his eyes rake over your body. Kaji scolds you on how dangerous the situation could have gotten by such a reckless move but you only smile in response, knowing he means well by his words. As Kaji is somewhat rambling, you reach up and pat his head to calm him down. At your touch, the words halt-his eyes widening and a blush creeps up in his face. Unable to meet your gaze, Kaji looks down and pulls out a lollipop from his jacket. Unwrapping it he puts it into his mouth. Afterwards, Kaji lightly takes your hand to pull you along with him as he begins walking. Hidden from your eyes, a small smile graces his face. You never fail to surprise him.

"J-Just be careful next time, okay?"

❥ Endo lets out a whistle as he approaches you. As if the man doesn't exist to him, he casually walks over even stepping on the poor man until he stands in front of you. My my, Endo is impressed he knew you had that fire in you but seeing it in action - he can't help but get tingles running through his body. With his long arm, Endo reaches out to pat your head with approval and praises leaving his lips. His smile is stretching ear to ear at how proud he is of you. You can't help but blush at his words but what made you blush even harder was the look in his eyes. They were burning with desire and love towards you. After he is done singing his praises, he slings an arm around your shoulder. Pulling you close to him, as he brings you along towards the direction of his home with a gleeful skip in his steps. Oh, how he can’t wait to act on his excitement towards you.

“Babe, that really turned me on. Do it again next time. ”

#wind breaker #wind breaker satoru nii #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker x you #sakura haruka #suo hayato #nirei akihiko #umemiya hajime #kaji ren #endo yamato #sakura haruka x reader #suo hayato x reader #nirei akihiko x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #kaji ren x reader #endo yamato x reader #skipps writes

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that-one-p00k1e · 4 months ago

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─────〃★ for you, I wouldೃ⁀➷˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚

✧ summary: things they would do for you ft. Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, Jo Togame, Mitsuki Kiryu, Akihiko Nirei, Tasuku Tsubakino, Toma Hiragi, Yamato Endo, Chika Takiishi

✧ content: fluff, gn!reader (I think), OOC most likely, established!relationship, not proofread I'm sorry, tsubakino's pronouns are confirmed he/him ✦ a/n: HAAAAPPPYYYYY NNNNNEEEWWW YYYYEEAAARRR BBBBIITTCHHESSSSS😝😝😝😝 six months since I last posted omg-! I'm still alive! 😍 tysm for the support while I'm gone ily'all <33

—REN KAJI would turn off his music and pull down his headphones to listen to you ramble. Though he had his attention to his phone, he'd give silent nods and hums here and there to let you know that he was listening. Occasionally, he'd throw in little comments and questions regarding the topic you were telling. Little to your knowledge, your rambles to him were like taking notes. He'd mentally highlight things that he thought were important, and would keep it in mind in the future. He's the type to look nonchalant, but deep down, he cares more than he lets on. “... What's wrong?” he asked as he heard you abruptly stop talking. “Forget it.. You're not even listening.” You looked away in disappointment, letting out a quiet sigh. “But I have been listening,” he tried to reassure, feeling slightly guilty for making you feel neglected. “Really? Then repeat all the things I've been saying.” He, in fact, did repeat most things you've mentioned and justified his word.

—HAJIME UMEMIYA would gift you random bouquets every week, as if he hasn't gifted you enough already. What's special about his bouquets is that you can never guess the theme for the week. First, he started off classic – flowers, with the consideration of them being fake so that you'd be able to keep them forever. Then, he brought you a bouquet of snacks and sweets that he knew were your favorite. Next thing you knew, he's giving you a bouquet of money he's been secretly saving up on. You felt guilty; guilty for the effort he's been putting, just for you to return it with some unprofessional homemade baked goods. It felt unfair. But does he sail on the same boat? No. He's going to reassure you that he expects nothing in return, and that you being there for him and loving him was what all he ever wanted and needed.

—HARUKA SAKURA would spend his free time struggling to assemble a Lego flower bouquet set after learning about White Day. He wanted to return your gesture of gifting him during Valentine's, despite himself denying such intention. It took a lot of effort, in both figuring out what to get while fearing you wouldn't like it –to the point that he would even call over Nirei and Suo for help – and in building the tiny pieces of bricks after settling on a final decision for the gift. He persisted to build it himself, no matter how much his friends offered to help. He wanted to make sure it was his work purely, done with his own hands. The whole process was frustrating, infuriating, and was basically a test of patience. But after seeing how you kept the received bouquet in a glass vase – delicately treasuring it on your bedroom display – he has never felt so proud yet flustered his whole life.

—HAYATO SUO would waltz into the café without a care in the world while having scattered lipstick stains decorating his face. Moreover, it wasn't your idea in the first place– it was his. Your relationship wasn't out yet, and he thought, what better way to publish it than announcing it wordlessly but gives double the impact? “Hm? Oh, this? It's my beloved’s artwork. Do you like it?” he'll innocently ask when someone questions the visible lip prints. Sakura was a blushing mess, and Suo was very much enjoying the look of bewilderment from others as they received the unspoken news. This was the reaction he wanted. This was what boosted his pride furthermore in being your boyfriend, and he'd shamelessly do it again to show off his love for you to the world.

—JO TOGAME would be your personal walking object holder. He'd take your bag and sling it over his shoulder with you needless to say; he'd keep hair bands around his wrist in case you decided to tie your hair up; he'd hold your shopping bags throughout your journey at the mall. Never were you the one to request his aid first, and never has he complained about being tired. He'd even go barefoot just to lend you his footwear when your feet start to hurt in heels. Moreover, he'd carry you bridal along the way. Despite you worrying over him tiring himself, he persisted to keep ahold of you. He loves seeing you enjoy life without a care in the world, and he'd do anything to carry burdens that dare to get in the way of that enjoyment.

—MITSUKI KIRYU would deliberately lose in a game of UNO and let you take the victory when he could've won decades ago. The whole time the both of you were playing, he's been holding a Wild and Draw 4 but refrained from using them. Instead, he kept drawing cards and just went yolo to buy time. Though he always played fair, seeing your dejected expression after losing many rounds this time was a little too unbearable for him. He promised himself for once, just this once will he let himself take a loss. He knew it wouldn't be fair, but if it meant that he'll get to see you smile in victory, then he doesn't find any problem with that.

—AKIHIKO NIREI would write down even the littlest of details about you that were thrown at him. You'd be casually mentioning a trivial preference as a ramble, but never had he pulled out his notebook and pen so quickly. During his early stages of getting to know you, he made sure to memorize everything you told him about yourself; your favorite color, favorite food, dream place to go, he even looked up your zodiac sign after knowing your birth date. He doesn't mean it in a creepy way. In fact, it was his way to know how to get closer to you. Despite already having the skill to remember it all, he likes to write it down to make sure as well as for keepsake. Thanks to that, now he has a cheat sheet on how to make you smile.

—TASUKU TSUBAKINO would wear himself a nail polish color that reminds him of you. Or, moreover, your favorite color. He loved being stylish, and what better way to do it than having at least a part of you involved in it? He'd walk proudly in his heels that you got him as a gift, and was even more ecstatic if someone complimented them, proud that your taste in fashion was appreciated by others. He'd ask to trade manicures with you for a date, where the both of you choose a nail look for each other. But if you weren't into painting nails, he'll ask you to choose a look for him instead. On special or fancy occasions, he'd often wear your fav lip combo or makeup look, as he treasures your choices and views them as something precious and only to be used when necessary.

—TOMA HIRAGI would pull up to the function wearing either a Hello Kitty or Kuromi tee under his gakuran jacket. Was it his personal choice to do it? Clearly not. Was it his choice to willingly wear it for the sake of his beloved significant other? Very much so. After many attempts of pleading, he caved in and (begrudgingly) agreed to your whole ‘matching outfits’ idea. He ate a pill or two when he saw how he looked in the mirror. Then ate two more when he finally appeared in public, especially at how much Umemiya and the others teased him for it. It was embarrassing, but was it worth it? No questions needed. The beaming smile you immediately wore when seeing him agree to your shenanigans, was enough proof that it was all – undoubtedly – worth it.

—YAMATO ENDO would revel in the feeling of being the center of your attention as you placed stickers and colored in his tattoos or drew silly doodles along his body. He liked the feeling of flexing himself while having you express your inner artist onto him. He'd think of himself as your muse; the art and the artist. Once you were done, he'd be extremely careful with doing activities, afraid of your artwork smudging off at the slightest touch. Even during the shower, he makes sure not to wipe it with full pressure. He considered turning it into an actual tattoo, really. Because it would mean that he'd get to keep something of yours to be a part of him, eternally.

—CHIKA TAKIISHI would let you do his hair as you please. He was one to outright reject the idea of someone touching him, but you – you had the privilege to do as you please to him without him raising a finger to stop you. You had him wrapped around your delicate fingers, his head leaning into your touch as you smoothly ran your hands through his long locks of red that met its ends with yellow. When he saw that you did your hair the same way as his, a flicker of surprise reflected on his eyes. Though he tried to come off as indifferent, he was secretly pleased to acknowledge the fact that the both of you were matching. He'd spend the whole day with you while wearing those matching hairstyles, not caring about how others would think of him. All he could focus on was how ethereal you looked in your current look. In fact, he always thought you looked beautiful in any shape and form of physical aspects.

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koushirouizumi · 1 year ago

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Me: Today is Making Fun of Yamato{+Takeru} hours M E: Who am I kidding, EVERY DAY is Making Fun of Yamato (& Takeru) Hours

#repeat yamato #repeat takeru #coftff yamato #coftff takeru #silly yamato #koushirouizumi personal #koushirouizumi chatter #koushirouizumi advs #koushirouizumi dgmn #koushirouizumi yamato #koushirouizumi takeru #('I STILL CANT BELIEVE HIKA KNOCKED YAMA OUT OF THE 2ND SPOT IN AN OFFICIAL POPULARITY POLL&TAICHI GRABBED 1ST')#({Cue KouxTai Giggling In The Car @ Yama Reaction})#('GET EM HIKARI!!1!1!' - TAICHISHOUTING IN THE DISTANCE)#(YAMA BACK @ TAICHI ' I AM GOING TO ----- ')#(My mutual showing me percentages 'ITS REALLY CLOSE' Koushiro at 10 compared to Yamas 11)#('HIKA GRABBED 2ND FROM THEM WHILE KOUSHIRO SNEAKS UP FROM BEHIND TO LAND A COMBO ATTAC---')#silly yamato best yamato

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taichi-x-koushiro · 6 months ago

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@taikouvember!

Prompt: Friendship; What is your favorite aspect{s} about their relationship/dynamic with Yamato?

{Though this specific AMV, as an A.U.; also implies a Bit of other Chosen on the side {if extremely briefly sans Yamato}, Polyships can also be read in for A.U. Potentials, including Koushiro x Yamato x Taichi [x Sora] as an OT4!!} [The A.U.s can also spinoff from various Adventure through to Dark Masters Arc; or during 02 onwards 'canon points'!!] Note: -This video’s embed may randomly not display at times, Showing like it’s “down”, but it’s not at this time! {It usually happens late at night[s] or seemingly when Tumblr is {seemingly} experiencing very high traffic} If that happens, please consider Checking back to watch at a later time! (If it seems permanently down, please leave a comment or tag to notify me!)

Digimon Adventures AMV ~ “Love-Lost Elegy” featuring Duo/Ship/O.T.P: Koushiro(u) Izumi x Taichi Yagami {KouTai}/{TaiKou}/{Taishiro[u]} + Supporting Charas: Izumi family (+Mrs Izumi), Yamato (acting as support for BOTH Taichi and Koushiro), Tentomon (for Koushiro support) & Adventure Chosen (on side) Music © : DECO*27 featuring Marina

{Yamachi fans can read-in YamaKouTai as Polyship if you’d like} However please remember the main intent was KouTai as my O.T.P., As long as that’s respected (including in tags), reading in YamaKouTai + Yamachi side shipping is ok! (I’m Flexible TM) {Yamachi was my first major Digimon Adventures M.L.M ship, OK} [I also really love YamaKou Supporting Each Other]

My Commentary:

“Taichi Yagami is a GOOD character and also good to his friends.” - Me

{See under the ‘read more’ for more info + Lyrics!}

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lust4nero · 22 days ago

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Will I Understand This Feeling Someday?

Vergil Sparda x F!Reader

word count - 2.1k

tags - fluff, slow burn, denial of feelings, vergil is bad at feelings, soft vergil, vergil needs a hug, protective vergil, reader is similar to the lady in red

“Are hearts confined in cages of bone because if nothing holds the heart back, the heart could wander too far into vulnerability?,” Vergil thought as he walked alongside the lady. “Will I understand this feeling someday?”

Vergil can escape from Nightmares but can he escape the grasps of tender affection towards the Lady in Red?

[this fic was inspired by this fanart by hejee on Twitter/X]

Nightmares followed Vergil into Fortuna City, literal and metaphorical ones. He had done everything to keep his tracks hidden and made sure his whereabouts were unknown, even creating a fake name so no one could recognize one of the sons of Sparda. Unfortunately for the white-haired demon, he ended up venturing into a city that houses a religious society who worshipped his father. Of course he’d be recognized, alerting foes of his presence in Fortuna. Vergil, who usually thought with his mind and not what his soul felt most familiar to, chose to seek secret refuge in a city that would immediately spot a son of the god they worshipped. Even he was confused, he never felt much for Fortuna, so why did something draw him near in that place? He had no time to think or ponder for the squeals of the Nightmares were closer than he’d like them to be. He pulls the hood over his hair, spiky strands of a cascade of moonlight curtained by the thick and dark cloth of his cloak’s hood. The accessory casted a penumbra over his face, concealing cold eyes of light blue tourmaline. He moved fast and quiet like a shadow, several steps ahead of his adversaries. In the corner of the peoples’ lines of vision, it was as if they witnessed a wisp of black and a small tinge of dark blue zoom past but they were too slow to fully comprehend what they saw, deducing it to a trick of the light.

“Vergil!”

He swore that he wouldn’t stop; he wouldn’t halt, so why did he? No voice commanded Vergil, not even his own father's but he heard and obeyed, even if this voice did not demand anything from him. He looked around frantically, looking for the source of the voice and swearing to send all the world’s curses towards its beholder.

“Vergil!” The voice repeats. He turns around, bracing himself to come into combat with the Nightmares. He lets go of a breath he didn’t know he kept though his guard is still up, ready to unsheath the Yamato. His ears pick up the sound of the clacking of heels approaching his position, causing him to turn to the direction of the source of the noise and unsheathing his sword.

“Vergil, it’s just me.” You softly say, taking a careful step back when the sun causes a flash of light to reflect off of the sharp blade. “I saw you running earlier. Something wrong?”

The red cloak. It’s the lady with the red cloak again.

Vergil grabs your wrist and drags you closer to him, the quick jostling movement causing the white hood that veiled your hair to fall down. He narrows his eyes, trying to get inside your mind and figure out why someone like you would call out for someone like him . Sure, you had helped him before and this is not your first or second time meeting but why did you call out his name like he’s been in your life longer than he has been? Why did his name sound as if it carried a deep meaning when it left your mouth? Surely he was overthinking things, the woman in front of him was too kind for this world; evil has not tainted your pure soul.

“Why do you call me? I do not owe you anything,” Vergil coldly says. “You have divided my attention from my goal.”

He knew he messed up his wording when the woman in front of him widened her eyes, your cheeks dusted with a gentle pink hue as you directed your gaze to the man’s hold on your right wrist. That sounded a lot more soft and mushier than he ought to make it sound.

“I just happened to see you from afar. It’s not hard to miss a dark coat sifting through a crowd,” you quietly respond. “What were you running from? I don’t see anyone behind you.”

“You wouldn’t know,” Vergil coldly remarks as he lets go of your wrist, an odd feeling lingering at the back of his mind. He hears a distant sound, a sound similar to fork scratching against a plate; they’re near, nearer than he’d want them to be. He spots a dark growth belonging to a body of some sort amidst the crowd, though taking a spirit-like form as people could pass by the figure. Vergil is all too familiar with the sight and takes the lady’s hand as he moves swiftly and expertly.

“Takes the lady’s hand?”

He realizes what he’s done; he brought you along with him. Normally, Vergil would have left you behind and halted conversation long ago but he wasted time to escape to engage in a talk with you, though he did not exactly dislike the fact. As he ran, he looked back to look at you if you were alright but why did he look back? He looked back and observed that despite being out of breath and your hair looking a lot messier than it did earlier, you were in perfect condition which came as a relief to him.

If Vergil only saw you as someone he’d exchange a few words with and as someone who nursed his wounds until he could leave before the cracks of the sun’s rays shone through the night sky, why was he relieved that you were fine and in one piece?

He spots a small gap between two mossy brick walls from afar, rechanging his course and squeezing himself and you into the wall. An odd guilt weighs on his heart when he hears a trifling groan from you, feeling bad that he handled such a fragile person carelessly.

“Vergil what’s–”

Vergil cups a hand around your mouth, raising an index finger to press it against his lips to shush yours. Your bodies are pressed against each other, Vergil’s body caging you in with your back to the brick wall; he leans in close to you with his shrouded head, the excess of the fabric of his cover hiding your face as your own veil had fallen down and laid on your shoulders. You two remained motionless in their covert sanctuary, the only evidence of your presence being the faint echo of their heartbeats as the white-haired half-demon waited for his adversaries to pass. Frosty blue connected with yours in a silent intensity, the demon hybrid’s gaze meeting your hesitant and confused ones as a wordless understanding was exchanged, that understanding being Vergil’s unintentional penchant for being a magnet of hell’s worst spawns. He withdraws his hand from your mouth when he could no longer hear the obnoxious scratchy sound that came with the presence of Nightmares yet still tells you to stay silent as he continues to listen for the sounds of death. When he really confirms that they’ve gone, he moves away from your body and apologizes for invading your personal space.

“Apologies,” his voice rumbles. “It was a spur of the moment decision. We would both be dead had I not done what I did.”

Well, that was his version of an apology. You simply gave him a polite smile as you nodded. You did not miss the way Vergil’s eyes seemed to glow as his gaze fell on your hair, strands dark as if they were threads woven straight from the night sky or the way he lost himself in the void of your pupils, unable to free himself from the spell it had cast on him. He could break out of that spell, he had the power to but he made the conscious choice to let himself go just this once. Did this mean that he only had eyes for you? Perhaps he’s gotten lost in your eyes trying to look for his answer.

“You certainly have a way of apologizing,” you say in a hushed voice. “But it’s fine. You did what you had to do.”

Vergil nods, adjusting the hood to reveal more of his face. He looks out for any harm and doesn’t sense or see anything planning to launch an ambush towards you and him so he deems the coast clear. “Would you like to step out of here?”

“Yes please.”

He goes first, keeping the lady in red close to him. Once you’re both out, you begin making their way towards nowhere. Well, wherever their feet take them. Vergil suddenly remembers that he could be tracked down by scent and they’d find him again. He stops walking and simply stands around, looking for anything to throw his scent off with.

“You okay?” you ask as you look around. “Have you sensed them again?”

“They’ll be able to track me down with their sense of smell,” he faintly pointed out. Lucky for him, you think fast; swiftly, you unclasped your own cloak from your shoulders and wrapped it around his shoulders, getting on your tiptoes to be able to properly put your cloak on him.

“You did not make me remove the one I already had on,” Vergil stiffly pointed out. “And you put it on wrong; the inside is out.”

“Had I removed your cloak first, people would recognize you by your clothing. If I place my cloak on top of the one you already have, I would be able to unclasp your cloak and slip it out without them seeing your garments,” you explained with a cunning grin. “And I know what I’m doing. I’m using my own scent to cover yours up since the inner part of the cloak is closest to my body that’s why that’s the one facing outwards.”

Vergil raised an eyebrow as you unclasped his own, the ghost of an amused smile playing on his lips. He watched you earnestly, scanning the details of your slender fingers that worked with his article of clothing. He kept his gaze trained on your hands– he kept his gaze trained anywhere else but your face for he knew that if he dared to do such a thing again, he’d add fuel to the fire that spread a spellbinding warmth throughout his body. You finished up, folding his cloak into a small square that he could carry around. You hand it to him and he takes it, the momentary brushes of their fingers setting something aflame between you and him. Vergil felt funny; it was a foreign feeling– a mixture of shock, happiness, and confusion, along with many other feelings that he did not have names for.

“Tsk tsk tsk, Vergil.” You gently scolded. “I’ve done so much for you. First I treated you then now I’m lending you a cloak of mine. Not to mention, you just left when I treated you and now you dragged me to some place.”

Vergil’s cheeks burned; why was he embarrassed that he owed the lady in red for taking care of him? Normally he’d be able to brush such claims off with a scoff but why did this cause immense shame in him?

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he said in a voice near whispering. “I will do my best not to inconvenience you.”

“I can see the shame burning in the apples of your cheeks,” you tease. “If you truly are sorry, Vergil, then at least get me a bowl of noodles with two boiled eggs.”

Vergil looks up again from having kept his head downcast, eyes narrowing in uncertainty.

“Noodles…?”

“Yes, noodles. It’s the least you could do. Your grip on my wrist was no joke earlier and I had to replenish bandaging cloth all by myself back in the infirmary because you used up so much despite having healed awfully fast.”

“Right. Where do you want your noodles then?”

Vergil was taken aback from the words that escaped his lips, his mouth moving faster than his mind did. The half-demon did not like being bound to anyone or owing anyone anything; he did not like the disadvantage it posed to him but this time, he was quite unsure and baffled as to why owing the lady a bowl of noodles did not bother him. It felt annoying when something as mundane as your laugh or the way the corners of your eyes wrinkled when you beamed widely, the heart he deemed cold fluttering like a hummingbird trying to break free from the cage that is his ribs.

NOTE - I wrote + posted this on ao3 a year ago and since I decided to make this account dedicated to Leon Kennedy smut and DMC, I think it'll be okay to crosspost a fic here :) also, people on Twitter are so miserable because why are people who don't like the anime shitting on people who enjoyed it??? like it's okay if you don't think it's good, we all have our own opinions on this, but don't attack people for disagreeing or not sharing the same opinion as you do like jeez, get a job or something idk -_- Personally, I think the show is great-- it's not perfect but I think it's loads of fun, everyone did a great job on it too <3 anyway, that's it and thank you for reading!!

#dividers by cafekitsune #[I forgot who made the blueberry divider but it's not mine!]#vergil sparda #vergil devil may cry #vergil dmc #vergil x reader #vergil x you #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry vergil #dmc #dmc x reader #leon kennedy x you

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shreddedhumanity · 1 month ago

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─── Nightmares ˙ ♡ ̟

✰ Summary ; He’d never admit it. Never.

✰ Pairing ; Vergil x GN Reader.

✰ Content Warnings ; No content warnings!

✰ Word Count ; 480.

✰ Author’s Notes ; Vergil-focused/centric with a mention of an interaction with the reader, I just wanted to get this out because it’s not much but I’m still proud of it. ❤️

Nightmares.

The half-demon experienced the faults of his humanity upon returning to the living realm. Oftentimes, he’d find himself embedded within his own mind, forced into a cycle of reminiscing his trauma recurrently that had him grasping the handle of the Yamato just enough to form indents into his skin.

It was difficult for him to come to terms with. He’d never admit to himself he possessed a weakness; never pull that curtain aside to let his plaguing troubles come to light. Healing wasn’t a straightforward process, but he wasn’t making any progress.

Vergil, the villainous half-demon that killed thousands, harmed several more in his pursuit of power; condensed to a sweating and quivering clutter of emotion among his bed sheets at night, and very well into early morning.

He never focused his attention on his issues, aside from the few intrusive thoughts that would sneak their way into his thoughts. To him, if it did not hinder him from his daily routine, or interfere with his work life, what would be its purpose? His life remained all the same, whether he chose to work through his trauma didn’t really matter to him. At the end of the day, aid was there for humanity’s graces, not his.

Life had been on repeat, up until you first began working at Devil May Cry — the relationship that blossomed between the two of you was unexpected, Vergil had never approached you directly about it, and it formed more naturally over time the longer the days had passed by.

You two never discussed it; the relationship you had, but it was obvious what had formed between the two of you. Vergil was always the type to place labels on every part of his life, when it came to you, he was anxious. You helped him a lot — more than he’d like to admit to himself.

The half-demon awoke with a start to the welcome embrace of the blanket, which was promptly thrown off his body as he lay there anxiously. The air was cool against his sweat coated skin, yet he didn’t seem to mind, for that was the least of his worries, his breath coming out sharp and painful. Fuck.

He blinks, letting his body settle, observing the ceiling above, eyes tracing the patterns along its material. The soft breathing of you laid beside him soothes his overbearing mind — knowing you were there was enough.

Vergil sighs, eyes leisurely looking from your sleeping form to the ceiling, until returning to you again. Hesitant, he moves to lay on his side, his arm curling around you as gentle as he could manage, and tugs you back into his chest.

He didn’t have to suffer anymore. He wasn’t the same as he once was; the man who sought terror and victory in the aftermath of humanity’s downfall. He was him. And maybe that was okay.

#٠ ࣪⭑ shreddedhumanity ˎˊ˗#vergil x reader #vergil x you #vergil dmc #dmc vergil #dmc #vergil sparda #vergil devil may cry #vergil/reader #dmc5

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kingkatsuki · 1 year ago

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— the ties that bind

I just needed to get this out of my system, because after catching up to Wind Breaker I got this idea in my head and I just hope it makes some form of sense outside the horny.

Endo would offer anything to Takiishi to make him happy, including you.

Pairing: Endo Yamato x Takiishi Chika x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, angst, toxic!unestablished relationship, power dynamics if you really squint, threesome, one!sided feelings (on yours and Endo’s part), dirty talk, m!masturbation, fingering, double penetration (cock and fingers in your pussy at the same time), creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus.

Word Count: 2.4k.

You’re not even sure if Takiishi truly loves you, or whether you’re just another pawn in his sadistic game of chess. Manipulating you would be easy anyway when you’re so desperately in love with him.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His thumb tugs at your bottom lip as you instinctively tilt your head, pathetically offering yourself to him as always. The option is his to take, his decision as always, “Anything.”

“Yes, Chika.” And perhaps he likes you because you always tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

Takiishi smiles at that and indulges you. Taking pity on you this time as he leans down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, cradling your jaw in one of his palms as you feel yourself leaning into his touch. You like it when he’s like this— it allows you to trick yourself into thinking everything is copacetic.

“Is that good?” His lips curl into a smug grin against your lips. Already certain of the answer, though he’d never want you to lie to him.

And it is good, the lustrous euphoria that clouds your thoughts and leaves you in a delirious stupor. His balls are snug against the swell of your ass as he works to carve your cunt into the shape of his cock. Grinding against you as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your clit and have you clenching around him, sharp nails digging into the base of his skull as you pathetically writhe beneath him.

“Oh, fuck,” You sound out, chasing his lips. His mouth swallows the sound as he repeats the motion, delighting in the way your walls clench around his cock, “Chika.”

Takiishi pulls back to watch you now, drunk enough on the pleasure that crystalline tears clump in your thick lashes and your lips pout in a needy whine. The sight is completely debauched as he reaches out to palm one of your bouncing breasts, catching your nipple between his index and middle finger as he squeezes softly.

“You really are perfect, huh?” He continues, shaping his hand against the curve of your chest, grunting when you clench around him in response.

He’s like a drug, intoxicating and so damn addictive that you can’t stop yourself from coming back for another hit. His hands scorch your skin as he palms your breast, rutting into your warm cunt as his cock curves towards that sweet spot inside you.

He’s nothing like the man that everyone else gets to see, the strongest man in Furin's history. When you have him like this it’s easy to convince yourself that he’s something more— this soft side reserved just for you as he holds you in his arms and tells you he loves you. Except, he’d never say those words to you, would he?

“Told ya she was,” Endo smirks from behind you, and you’re brought back to your sickening reality.

It’s his fault you’re like this, after all.

“I thought she’d make you happy.” He scoffs, and you’re reminded of your stark reality, the real reason why you’re here, “I picked a good one, huh?”

Takiishi doesn’t answer, but instead gives another rough thrust into your tight cunt. Enough to have you crying out as Endo shamelessly flops down on his side onto the bed beside you, resting his head on his palm as he reaches out to pinch one of your taut nipples. His cock bounced from the movement as you noticed the globs of pre beading at the engorged tip, an angry pink that flushed down the length of him. Swollen balls, bulky and ready to give everything they’ve got to give to the man in front of you. Endo wrapped a calloused palm around his cock as he gave himself a lazy pump, smearing the opaline moisture along his length for lube as he pressed his thumb against his slit.

“She was a good choice.” Takiishi grunts, readjusting himself as he curls his hands beneath your thighs. Changing the angle as your walls clench around him, admiring the scars and welts that pucker against his chest.

And Endo delights in the praise, as though it was directed towards him. When the saccharine look in Takiishi’s eyes told otherwise— his softened irises almost convinced you that he cared.

It’s always been difficult to ascertain when he’s being deceptive but just as he enjoys playing this twisted game, you’ve started to play too. Like a pawn whose only task is to protect the king, you’ve set your pieces up to guard your heart. Terrified to admit to him how you feel, although you’re certain he can tell. He’s always been perceptive, after all.

“I’d do anything for you,” Endo continues stroking his cock, squeezing his palm around the girth of it, “You know that.”

And once again, that’s your stark reminder that none of this is real.

Takiishi had told you he cared for you before. One night below the stars when you were alone together, sharing a split bottle of whisky as you felt the breeze whip at your ankles. He’d only allow himself to be vulnerable when there was no one else around, no distractions. Or as vulnerable as Takiishi was capable of being, you supposed. But you wondered if he’d say the same to Endo when he was in the same position, all doe eyes and soft smiles as he cups your beating heart in a calloused fist and squeezes tight.

Endo always said Takiishi was a blazing inferno that consumes everything it touches indiscriminately, without a care for others. And that was probably why you’d both be going down in the blaze. Fooling yourself into believing that you would be able to avoid the fire when you should’ve known it was destroying you from the inside.

“You like that?” Takiishi murmured, “You like me fucking you into the shape of my cock?”

But maybe you were just as sadistic as them, indulging in the pain laced with such frivolity. Letting them use you however they see fit, under the guise that they actually care about you— that they love you.

“Yes,” You whined, trying feebly to match his pace. Wanting to prove to him that you were the right choice, that you’d do anything to make him happy. It disgusted you how much you’d bend your back to appease him, how much you were willing to give of yourself to receive next to nothing in return. You could only blame the pleasure clouding your mind for so much before the lusty fog cleared to a haze of realisation.

“Good girl.” He liked that answer, he always did.

Takiishi rewarded you with a particularly harsh thrust, as he pulled his hips back enough to drag his drenched cock from your silky depths before plunging it back in with a sudden rut.

“Her pussy sounds so fuckin’ wet.” Endo smirked at the lewd sound that filled the room, “She’s so noisy.”

“You always take me so well,” Takiishi murmured so softly, you’d mistake it for kindness. Smoothing a palm against your pelvis as he felt for his cock inside you.

“Yeah, and she likes it,” Endo scoffed, “Just look at her— you like being stuffed full, huh?”

He reached down to press two tattooed fingers against your puffy clit as you gasped in pleasure. Arching your back into his touch as Takiishi continued his rough pace, fucking you higher up the mattress from the ferocity of his thrusts as his red hair cascaded around him.

“Bet Chika’s stretching you out,” His fingers continued lower, spreading into a V on either side of Takiishi’s cock as they squeezed softly. The heel of his palm was now flat against your clit as you watched Takiishi’s eyes roll in pleasure, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he sought his high.

“This is the best gift yet, right Chika?” Endo grins, “Isn’t she the best gift?”

“Yeah,” Takiishi smiles down at you, and it has you falling even deeper, “You did good.”

Endo practically keened at the praise, a garbled sound akin to a whine slipped past his lips as slender hips bucked into his closed fist. And while Endo would say Takiishi is the king in this twisted game, you know him better. He’s like a rook, moving straight across the board to strike down every dispensable shield you’ve placed to guard your heart as he gets in through a hole in your defences.

“Fu-uck,” Endo groaned when he began to press two of his tattooed fingers into your warm, wet cunt above Takiishi’s cock. Feeling the stretch between your thighs as you writhed against tousled sheets, immediately clamping down in defence.

“Relax.” Takiishi smoothed a palm along your sternum, feeling the harsh doldrums of your heart as though on command you released the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

Feeling Endo wiggle his fingers inside you with glee as the pair moved in tandem, calloused pads hitting the spongy spot inside you with each flick of his wrist as the blunt head of Takiishi’s cock carved your insides into the shape of him.

“You’re so big, Chika,” Endo continued, a groan vibrating low in his throat as he felt you tighten around him, “Are you gonna cum?”

The question wasn’t directed at you but the coil inside you wound tight, leaving you teetering on the edge of your bliss as you waited for something to have you free-falling.

“Shit,” Takiishi rasped, practically curled over you as his hips jerked, his pace faltering as he felt the pleasure building between his thighs.

“Fuck,” Endo growled, a toothy smile spread against his cheeks as he pressed harder against your g-spot, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”

It wasn’t directed at you, but the command had you convulsing, dipping into a high crescendo as you met your climax. Your walls fluttered around the two men as pleasure consumed you. White spots blurred your vision as you barely made out the feeling of Endo ripping his fingers from your warm cunt and moving his hand, still soaked with your slick, to Takiishi’s heavy balls. Moulding them beneath his fingers as he worked to push him over the edge, sitting up on the mattress to get a front-row seat at the debauched view in front of him.

Takiishi was wordless as he came, a guttural grunt forced from deep in his chest the only sound as he fisted the sheets on either side of you. Endo’s hand still milking his balls as he pumped white, hot spurts of cum inside your spent cunt, coating your velvety walls with his release.

“You’re so pretty when you cum.” Endo cooed, watching as Takiishi pulled out of your pulsing hole. His cock glistened with your essence as you left creamy pearlescent rings around the base of his cock.

Takiishi pulled back to assess the gape he’d left between your thighs, watching your hole pulse as it pushed some of his spend out of your abused hole. His cock bobbed in the air as he readjusted himself, reaching out to swipe two fingers against your messy folds to push his load back inside you. Offering the digits to you after as he smoothed them against your glossy lips like a man offering someone a chance to sample the sweetest ambrosia. And you took it gratefully, rolling your tongue around his fingers as you tasted the bitterness of him.

“Clean her up,” Takiishi commanded, pulling his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth as he wiped them against the side of your cheek, “Then you can have my cock.”

Endo gave his cock a final tug before moving his sticky hands to your thighs. Slipping his palms beneath the curve of your knees to manhandle you roughly, as though you were nothing more than a doll. And in reality, that’s exactly what you were— a toy for them to play with when they both got bored.

Your aching thigh held upright as he pushed your ass in the air, your back off the mattress as he pressed the flat of his tongue along your creamy slit. Collecting the cum that your fluttering walls had pushed out of you that drooled down towards your asshole as he cleaned you up.

“You taste so good,” He groaned, greedily pushing his tongue inside your stretched hole to slurp at the mixture Takiishi left behind as his nose nudged your overstimulated clit.

It wasn’t for your pleasure, it rarely was when it came to Endo and yet he still managed to have your eyes rolling back in a matter of minutes as you trashed against the dirty sheets.

Takiishi sat back to watch like he always did, his cock still half-hard and glistening with your slick. Just another part of the vicious cycle that you found yourself in, match after match in a sick game where he always came out as the victor.

Your hand flew out to card through Endo’s messy hair when you felt his teeth nip at your folds in his urgency, crying out as he shot you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, baby,” He cooed, his voice laced with condescension, “I thought you could handle it.”

This wasn’t for your pleasure, it was for his. And yet he still had the coil inside you snapping as he forced you into another gratifying climax. Crying out as your entire body shook from the intensity, your nails stretching against his scalp as he pulled away with glee. Your juices drooled down his chin as he looked to Takiishi, not to you.

“It’s my turn now, yeah?” Endo licked his lips with glee, shamelessly ogling Takiishi’s cock, “You can fuck me, if you want—”

And once again you were reminded of the real reason why you were here, why Endo had picked you in the first place. Another twisted idea is to try and give Takiishi the best time of his life. To prove his love and devotion to a man who would never give him the same kind of reward.

The cloudy lust-filled haze that shrouded your mind now transforms into an almighty storm that has thunder and lightning crashing down around you. Ruining the perfect fantasy you’d concocted and convinced yourself was real.

For now, you were just another player in their sick and twisted game. Because they both want everything from you, but they give you nothing in return.

#Yamato endo x reader #chika takiishi x reader #Yamato endo smut #chika takiishi smut #Yamato endo x chika takiishi x reader #wind breaker smut

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sugurouge · 7 months ago

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— we can go over time : yamato endo x f!reader

contains! — mdni: smut, edging, teasing, cursing, oral receiving, slight overstimulation — 900 words

summary: foreplay with endo, cause i said so 💃🏽

Typically, the roles in bed are shared quite fairly. Endo doesn’t have much of a need for control or dominance when it comes to you. He adores seeing you on top, hands free to roam your heavenly figure while his head can rest comfortably against the sofa as you ride him. Listening to your demands, and deciding to disobey one of his favourite ways to misbehave.

But teasing you? Turning you into his pretty mess? That is a devilish intrigue Endo could never pass up on. No, Yamato loves to tease you. There’s something so awfully enticing about sex with you, a kind of safe space where he can enjoy making you squirm and beg without feeling guilt. He takes pleasure in seeing your mind surrender to him, therefore more often than not he will end up extending foreplay.

His hands leave feather-light touches along your calves and outer thighs before gripping your hips. His lips mirror the intensity of his fingers, trailing kisses from your neck down to your stomach, making you grip his hair and tug at his roots while your legs part for him all too willingly.

Endo kisses, nips, and tickles all your sensitive areas—from your knee to between your thighs. His lips and tongue feel your muscles tense beneath his touch, your body jerking slightly from how sensitive he makes you until tears form in your eyes and your voice pleads for him.

“Yamato, please,” you breathe, your mind unraveling, as he finally removes his shirt and leans in once more. His soft lips brush against the shell of your ear, and a chuckle tickles you before his teeth graze your earlobe. “Please…” you repeat, your hands now running over his chest and abdomen, nails scratching over the lines of his tattoos, until your fingers grip the waistband of his trousers.

A gentle kiss on your cheek makes you sigh as Yamato’s lips leaves one peck after another over your face—along your jawline, the tip of your nose, and your temple—until they finally meet yours in a deep kiss.

“So impatient,” he whispers into your mouth before breaking the kiss with a grin. Mischief dances in his pretty eyes, and you know you’re in for a long ride.

“Yamato—”

“You’ll like it. All of it,” he promises sweetly, already descending between your legs once more, yet his gaze never leaves yours.

He holds your legs, stroking your sides to keep them warm, while his hair tickles your inner thighs. His lips pay attention to your most sensitive parts, working their way along your thighs to your throbbing pussy. He then halts for a moment. How could his lust-filled gaze not drop to your pussy? She's begging for him with every pulse. A puff of cool air has you clench around nothing, and Endo savours your little whines—they always make him feel so needy to please you. His lingering stare is so intense that you still grow timid when you're exposed to him like this. Face against puffy lips, icy blues locked onto your nervous form.

Your fingers clutch the bedsheets in a desperate measure to keep yourself grounded, hips begging for more of your lover. Anf finally, finally, Endo mirrors his previous kisses on your right leg, He leans in, planting kisses and lovebites along the skin while his fingernails drag down your body, they dig into your soft flesh until you moan from the enticing pleasure.

“Yamato, I swear…” you stop mid-sentence as he spreads your legs further, pressing your thighs against your torso. His lips have long since found your clit, his tongue swirling around it like it's his favourite treat, only to abandon it when he senses your growing pleasure.

Sounds that almost resemble sobs escape your bitten lips, your back arching as you crave more than just his peppered kisses over your skin. The way he teases you drives you mad, the tiny sparks of stimulation nearly sending you into overdrive before they fade away once more.

Endo returns to run his lips over your body—this time along your pussy lips and the soft skin above your slit, so close yet still far from the friction you need. You feel your slick running down, your walls throbbing with each kitten lick or puff of air against you and every chaste kiss to your exposed slit.

Why did you end up with a sadistic bastard like him?

“Yamato, I just want to cum!” you nearly growl, your impatience and frustration evident in your voice as you struggle against the way he keeps you so vulnerable.

Yet he smiles at you, looking all innocent and unbothered. “I know, baby. You’re dripping.” What a menace he is.

Embarrassment makes you clamp your thighs around his head, muffling your whines to his ears, but Yamato only laughs against your cunt, his tongue finally lapping up your arousal. “So sweet and desperate,” he murmurs into your drenched folds, his nose now adding pressure to your clit. He brings you tantalisingly close to your orgasm, his fingers stretching you open while he seems unable to stop devouring you.

Only when your thighs tremble and a pleased “yes!” bounces off the walls does he pull back. To rest on his shins, the warmth of his palms warming the top of your knees. “No?” Yamato muses, his grin illuminated by the slick coating his lips and chin, similar to the tears running down your cheeks in frustration over your once more ruined pleasure.

“I hate you so fucking much.”

“You don’t~” but his remark is cut short by a yelp as you pounce at him, successfully straddling his lap. His hands rest on your waist as your lips melt against each other, finally grinding down on him without letting the cheeky bastard stop you.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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