#some of the things he's done are not excusable and ik it

[z0mbbiegvrl]

stan’s gang (singular but idk if you do that already) x fem reader for prom headcanons? 💐

✮⋆˙ MAIN FOUR WITH FEM!S/O PROM HEADCANNONS

↳ an: just in time for prom season!! hope you enjoy this! i'm only going to prom just for the pics and so i can wear a hairspray roach dress. also butters is the best wingman in this. Was gonna post this tomorrow morning but nope!! Yall deserve a post today!!

↳ cw: slight suggestive material, underage drinking

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↪ ★ STAN MARSH

Okay Stan, Stan is the most lowkey about the promposal thing but dont worry, he’s not going to ask you out over text or the phone (he considered it) 

So, he invites you over to his house on a night when his parents are out, his sister is off with her friends. He made sure there would be no distractions. Decorates his bedroom with [YOUR FAVORITE COLOR] balloons, party streamers, and flowers. He also gets you [YOUR FAVORITE SNACKS/CANDY/DRINKS] and puts them in a basket with a teddy bear in it.

He cleaned his room before this, and when you said you’d be leaving your house soon, he quickly got himself looking nice and waited for your arrival.

Once you got to his house and up to his room, he was very nervous as you looked around his room with a smile. You then reached the basket, reading the small heart the teddy bear was holding. You turned to face him and gave him your answer, hugging him, which took a huge weight off his shoulders.

After that, he then remembered why he picked a night he’d be home alone, and you two didn’t do much talking for the rest of the night. 

On prom night, he’s all dressed and ready. Just waiting for his mom and Shelly to get done dressing you up. While he waits, Randy for sure gives him some bad advice on not being stupid and becoming parents that night. 

When you finally come downstairs, Stan fights every urge in his body to not puke on the spot. Just seeing you dressed so differently compared to what he’s used to, he’s starstruck.

Sharon forces you two to take photos, basic poses. Stan behind you, hands on your waist and smiling at the camera. Another one with you kissing Stan on the cheek, Stan’s face in the photo is bright red.

At the prom, he lets you go see your friends first, taking this time to go see his friends. 

Despite what you might think, Stan actually will dance with you on the dance floor outside of a slow dance. Just take a little begging and he’ll cave. Smiling as he spins you around.

Slow dancing with different for him, yeah, there are some nights at your place or his where you two just randomly slow dance. But now it’s a moment of ‘wow’ for him. You like him. Like Really. The whole dance, he’ll hold you close and hide his face in your hair to ground himself. Once the dance is over, he’ll excuse himself to go to the bathroom, because did we expect him to keep it down for that long? He’s not Superman. 

After prom is over, he’ll go back to his house, and the two of you will just get unready together and spend the night eating leftovers, putting up a fort in his bedroom to watch movies until you two fall asleep, holding each other. 

↪ ★ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Kyle has everything planned out for your promposal, he wants it to be perfect for you since he not so subtly has been eavesdropping on your conversations with your friends regarding prom.

Shelia invites you out to dinner with his family somewhere very fancy. You’re not a stranger to being invited to family dinners. After Sheila realizes just how much you love her son, she starts to invite you for dinner even if Kyle is out at practice or with his friends.

The dinner went by very smoothly. The first time you were taken to dinner without Kyle was weird, but now you were used to it. Chatting with Sheila about some school drama she was invested in, listening to Gerald talk about the weird case he has at work, and Ike’s hockey game. 

Kyle finally joins the dinner, talking about how practice ran late, a small kiss on the head for you, and then the dinner carries on.

When everyone’s done eating, a waiter comes by with a small white plate, placing it in front of you. You’re a second away from saying you didn’t order this before you notice Sheila is filming and you glance down to see red icing around [DESSERT OF CHOICE], asking you out to prom. 

Kyle is a nervous wreck when he sees you looking a the plate, before he sees the smile and then gets the answer he was hoping for.

On the night of the prom, you and Wendy get ready at Bebe’s house. Clyde’s parents got a limo for him and Bebe, so Bebe invited her two best friends and their dates for the night.

Everyone goes to some fancy restaurant in the city that Clyde’s father picked out. The whole time, Kyle was infatuated with just how amazing you looked. Took some cute selfies and silly ones for you to post later. 

At the prom, Kyle is a little nervous to full-on dance with you to faster-paced songs; he will be okay with watching you and your friends dance while he guards your drink and bag. 

When a slow dance comes on, Kyle will ask for your hand and dance with you. Will whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Kyle is so respectful of where he puts his hands and so technical, you would think he could be a ballroom dancer. 

None of you cared about the king or queen voting, mostly because Kyle pulled you out of the building before it happened to have a moment with you away from the chaos inside the building.

He takes this moment to thank you for being with him, he gets super sentimental, but rushes through what he was saying; after being together for a while, you never fail to make him nervous. 

As cliché as it is, the snow falls around the two of you when Kyle pulls you in for one final dance and a kiss to finish the night. 

↪ ★ KENNY MCCORMICK

Of course, you and Kenny are going to the prom. A night where he gets to see you all dressed up and you’re his to show off. Kenny. Is. There.

Kenny’s Promposal for you is one of those funny medieval ones you see online, like Butters is at your front door reading a note in his little Paddlin costume with a accent while Kenny, Stan, Eric, and Kyle are walking onto your front lawn. Kenny is on a chair dressed in his princess outfit, holding flowers that are stolen, and the other three are trying not to drop him before they place the chair in front of you so Kenny can finally ask if you will join him at prom. After you say yes, as planned, everyone cheers, Kenny kisses your cheek, and then they carry him away. 

For the night of the prom, Kenny, with the help of his sister Karen, sets up your dining table all fancy while you’re out with one of your parents getting ready for prom. They made it look all fancy, mood lights, fancy-shaped napkins, and a home-cooked meal of spaghetti. 

When you get back home, Kenny’s there waiting for you, dressed in a suit, all nicely put together with an excited smile when he finally gets to see how you’re dressed. He pulls out all the stops, pulling your chair out, pushing it in, serving you your meal, hell, he’s even wiping your face for you.

Will ask to do the Lady and the Tramp a noodle, and of course, you do it. (Karen takes a photo)

At the prom, Kenny ABUSES the photoshoot area. He will force you to pose with him for everything. Even in the small photobooth, he’s dragging you in there for pictures he can carry around in his wallet. Takes one as he kisses you very roughly, then another with your lipstick if you wear it smeared on his face.

You two danced the whole night, you don’t even think you two have sat down once since the moment you got there. 

You two didn’t win prom queen or king, losing to Bebe and Clyde, but it was okay. Kenny didn’t care much for that, plus, he already sees you as his queen, so you don’t even need the crown.

After the night is over, Kenny decides to take you to Starks Pond. Parking in the middle of the park, ignoring the no-parking sign. He helps you out of his truck, leading you to the back of the truck, which has blankets everywhere. There you two lay and stargaze, coming off from the buzz of being excited and dancing around.

Whatever happens that night, happens ;)

↪ ★ ERIC CARTMAN

Prom is definitely in the cards for you and Eric.

Eric plans this big promposal for you, is it out of spite because he wants to outdo what Kyle did for his S/O…maybe.

He plans this elaborate prom proposal during halftime at the next basketball game. He assigns Butters to get you to where he needs you to stand, and Kenny to play the music/lighting and all that. 

Once you get there, Eric begins this whole song segment (yes, I’m going this route) while holding a sign that says something super cheesy that he thought was cool enough to have. 

And of course, you’re surprised because he kept this under wraps better than he keeps most things he’s not supposed to tell you. So you say yes, and Eric will overplay his emotions because it’s Eric, but once you two are alone, he’s super happy you said yes.

OKAY, now for the actual prom day. His mom picks you up from your house, and Eric is in the backseat. He says this is his version of a limo ride. Liane didn’t want to get a limo, so they had to unwillingly compromise. 

You guys go to Casa Bonita for your prom dinner (this is where the Limo money went); Liane takes an embarrassing amount of photos of you two in front of the building and then throughout the dinner.

Eric, every once in a while, will whine about wanting to go do things instead of taking photos, but Liane shoves it off. She’s just excited to see her poopsiekins all grown up. You two remind her of her prom night, so she wants to document this moment. 

You two almost end up late to the prom because Eric didn’t want to leave the as he calls it, “The Disney Land of Mexican Food”. As Liane is about to drive away, she gives Eric a condom just in case. Eric wanted to die on the spot. 

Once at the prom, you go join your friends wherever they are in the building the school rented for the night. Just showing off outfits and whatnot.  Eric is doing the same, but mostly just bragging about how he has the hottest girl and showing you off.

Of course, you two share a slow dance. He’s not terrible at it, sure, he stepped on your toe a couple of times, but that’s the charm of a prom dance.

The night comes to an end, and you win Prom Queen, WOO, everyone is happy for you until the reveal of prom king happens, and it’s not Eric.

He gets super disappointed, even more so when the prom king and queen pictures have to be taken. 

Dude is standing behind the camera, sulking like a child, practically stomping his feet.

Of course, you feel bad for him, so as a joke, you two head to Burger King and get him a kid’s crown.

You took a photo of both of you while Liane drove you guys home, it’s you still wearing your crown, kissing his cheek, his face bright red. 

Eric keeps that photo in his wallet. 

[amynchan]

Wouldn't it be so much easier if Jiang Cheng were just... two separate characters?

The one who begged for Madam Yu not to hurt Wei Wuxian in a way that would have definitely lost face for the sect and the one who whipped him himself?

The one who was offended that Wei Wuxian would consider marrying a servant (solidifying his classism as well as recognizing that he classified Wei Wuxian, at the very least, as 'not servant') and the one who sneered down Wei Wuxian's connection with Lan Wangji?

The one who told his sister that Wei Wuxian should be the one to give Jin Ling his courtesy name and the one who told Jin Ling consistently that Wei Wuxian was the reason both of his parents were gone?

The one who held onto Chenqing for so long and kept it in good condition (as per Wei Wuxian's own observations) and the one who helped lead the siege on the Burial Mounds?

The one who gave up his life and core for Wei Wuxian and the one who had an entire breakdown over Wei Wuxian's core reveal (including the gist of "why do you have to keep one upping me?")?

The one who keeps his silence at the end of the novel and lets Wei Wuxian go and the one who says "after all my family's done for you?!"

Wouldn't it be nice and easy if they were two different characters? A "Good Jiang Cheng" and a "Bad Jiang Cheng"?

But, you know... that would ruin both, I think. I am, in fact, someone who loves this character, but I don't think I can if it were just the good bits. The bad bits make him so deliciously tragic.

it would be easy if they were two different characters, but I personally don't think it'd be nice. I like my sour grape just as he is.

[koobiie]

bestowing my highest honor as an artist to ffxv (drawing the characters in fun outfits)

thoughts under the cut

RREAAAGHHHH SO EXCITED TO BE DONE WITH THIS!!!!! it took me forevarrrr but i soldiered through as an act of love. now excuse me. yap time

OKAY SO the concept behind this was originally specific fashion subcultures for everyone!l ike noct emo ignis dark academia etc. but then decided i didnt want to pigeonhole it all and just freestyled outfits i thought would look nice on everyone

noct - i do think noct would still be emo-ish but also opt for comfy baggy stuff a lot. something you could just fall asleep in on the spot. note the details of bass pro shop shirt (of course) XV necklace, little moon + stars accents, carbuncle + fish keychains. i also wanted his metal band logo shirt to spell LUCIS but i forgor some letters but its not very readable anyways

ignis - ignit ooohghh ignos ignaurs. sorry i made him serve so much cunt it will happen again. i drew him first cause that kind of inspired this whole thing i love him so bad if i didnt draw it id explode. not much detail to note except his collar pins are like his double blade thingies

luna - lunaaa the concept was “clean girl aesthetic” idk if that happened but im actually really happy with how it came out! might be my favorite of the bunch just because she looks so pretty and happy. your honor she should have been able to just be a normal girl and just. chill

prompto - prompotoooo i had trouble picking his vibe!!! my first thought was techwear?? because weeheeeehee he loves tech and well... you know... but then i realized i didnt really like the look of anything i saw + it was so bulky and dark and serious for him! ending up going with some more youthful and baggy. i was considering something more loud and colorful but ended up not going with it. i feel like in canon he'd be too nervous to have such a flashy fit and would want to just look "cool" to fit in with the boys lol. itty bitty details here - chocobo keychain, pompompurin and bi miku buttons, and his lanyard is kings knight themed! i also thought it was funny to write LUCIS on his shirt like you know those shirts that just say BROOKLYN or TOKYO or SAN FRANCISCO and thats it. thats what its like

gladio - okay i know this is going to sound like a lie but im not horny for gladio like at all, hes my least favorite, i think he's just alright. but also i KNOW in my heart of hearts that he would LOVE being a leather daddy and so i had to make it happen. main detail to note here is that his tank top has the motifs of a cup noodle! i didnt know what else to add cause you know.. hes the cup noodle guy.. but also i didnt want it to be so in your face about it with a big as logo so kept it subtle!

(side note the leather daddy gave me an idea for a post where its like noct and prom go to a gay bar all nervous but then they run into gladio and its like "p: GLADIO YOURE GAY?" "n: nevermind that PLEASE dont tell ignis we snuck out" and then ignis walks up and theyre all like WHAT THE FUCK!!!! caption would be "the gang finds out theyre all bisexual." probably wont draw it but i think its very funny lol)

iris - iris my sweetheart.... definitely leaned into the scene vibes here and also that one image of the blonde emo anime girl. details here - of course the moogle big ass backpack and keychain (can you tell i love keychains), but also her buttons are an iris (the flower) and also a crown with hearts (haha symbolism)

anyways oh god i didnt mean to write an essay down here. usually i keep this in the tags but this time i just had Too Much To Say. can you tell i put a lot of thought and love into this . anwyays. *walks off into the sunset and fuckig dies*

[lnfours]

ik i should probably send this thru the lando brain rot but i am not exposing my filthy side lol so please excuse that. BUT lando with a figure skater who competes in singles but has to pairs for a gala show. he casually picks her from the practice and sees the pairs program which is stemy AF. i am thinking of smth like very hands on each other and her partner throwing her in air and catching her; his hands all over her waist while the song could be smth like into you by ariana grande.

a jealous lando fucking her going like "bet he can't do this" or smth like "oh he will never be able to see you like this" or "come on baby i've seen you split your body basically half on ice you can stretch more than that"

lol i am sorry i yapped alot feel free to ignore if you're not into it sm.

THIS IS LOWKEY GIVING ICEBREAKER AND IM SO HERE FOR IT FUCK!!!!!! smut (18+ pls!)

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he was waiting for you when your routine ended, his arms crossed as he watched you and your partner. he knew you had done a more sensual routine this time around, but the sight of some dude having his hands all over you made him clench his jaw.

he knew it was part of your sport, that it was something silly to be mad at, but he couldn't help it. he didn't like sharing, especially when it came to you.

not wanting to make him wait any longer, you quickly grabbed your things and made your way over to him, stepping off the ice and smiling at him.

"hey, sorry, i forgot what time it was," you sighed, sitting down on the benches, "have you been waiting long?"

he shook his head, "'s alright."

you raised an eyebrow at him as you unlaced your skates, "you okay?"

he was looking in the direction towards your partner, "hmm? yeah, baby, 'm good."

"you sure?" you asked, stuffing the skates into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, "you look pissed off."

the conversation was interrupted when your partner called your name, stepping off the ice and smiling at the both of you, "good job today, you did great!"

"thanks," you smiled, "so did you! i'll see you friday, right?"

"yeah, i'll see you friday," he smiled, "have a good night guys."

you laced your arm with your boyfriends, pulling him away from sending the poor boy daggers, "good night!"

lando followed your lead, walking with you back to the parking lot and to the car. you threw your stuff in the backseat before climbing into the passenger seat, noticing the way his jaw was still tight.

he started the car as you spoke softly, your hand resting on his arm, "are you sure you're okay?"

he nodded before looking over at you, "yeah, why wouldn't i be?"

"like i said, you look pissed," you said, "did you wanna talk about it?"

"'m fine, babe, really."

his tone made you think otherwise, and then it clicked. he was jealous.

you smirked over at him, laughing softly, "oh my god, you're jealous!"

"no, 'm not."

"you are, look at you!" you chuckled, "c'mon, babe, there's nothing to be jealous about."

"i just don't like the fact that he had his hands all over you," he said, "that's all."

you grabbed his hand from the center console, placing it on your cheek, "doesn't matter, the only man who's hands i want all over me is sitting right here."

you pressed a kiss to his palm, smiling softly. he moved his thumb, the pad of his finger tracing over your bottom lip. he leaned the side of his head against the headrest when you pressed a soft kiss to his finger, mumbling a soft, "fuck, if you keep this up, i'm going to have to fuck you in this parking lot."

you smirked over at him, "is that a challenge?"

he looked out to the parking lot, the only ones left were you and one other car he had assumed was the owner's.

fuck it.

he reached across the console, unbuckling the seatbelt you had done up before helping you climb over to the drivers side. you smiled down at him as he reclined the seat back, giving the both of you more room as you lowered yourself to his level, hand resting on the seat as you hovered over him.

"quit it," he said, helping you pull down your leggings and underwear, tugging down his own sweatpants but leaving the barrier of his boxers between the two of you.

"i just can't believe you're jealous of matt," you snickered, "of all people, matt? really?"

"shut up," he rolled his eyes, helping you out of your hoodie, "unless you want me to make you shut up."

"i don't know, this is fun, don't you think?"

he sighed, pulling you down for a kiss with one hand on the back of your neck as the other slipped between the two of you to find your clit. he smirked against your lips at the sound of your muffled whimper, his index finger slowly teasing you.

he pulled away, his lips on your neck. he spoke between kisses to your skin, "yeah, not so talkative now, hmm?"

"gotta do better than that."

without warning, he accepted your challenge and slid his finger into you with ease. you moaned softly, his queue to add another as you closed your eyes in pure bliss.

"what's the matter, baby?" he teased, "cat got your tongue?"

you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, "just fuck me already."

"i'll think about it."

"lando!"

"this is fun, don't you think?" he threw your teasing words back at you, making you groan. your mouth fell open at the feeling of his thumb toying with your clit as his fingers worked inside of you, moving at a delicious pace because he knew your body and what you liked like the back of his hand. and he knew what buttons to push to make you beg for it, and boy was he going to push his limits today.

"tell me what you want, baby," he said, his teeth tugging on your earlobe, "c'mon, pretty girl."

"want you," you moaned, "please."

"see, that's all you had to say."

he slowly pulled his fingers out from inside you as you sat up, letting him pull down his boxers. his dick sprung free, slapping him in the stomach before he helped you lower yourself down onto it. you both moaned in unison at the feeling of him stretching you out, his hands gripping your hips as you slowly started rocking back and forth.

"fuck," he moaned, grabbing at your ass, your sign that he wanted to take control. he started thrusting up into you, making you moan loudly as he somehow went even deeper than before, "yeah, baby, who's pussy is this?"

"yours," you moaned softly, one of his hands coming up to pull down your sports bra, your tits bouncing freely as his fingers tweaked with your nipple.

"sorry baby, i didn't hear you. who's did you say?"

"yours, lando," you said louder, "fuck."

he moved his hand, fingers coming back to rub tight circles against your clit, "yeah, bet he wouldn't fuck you like this, would he?"

you shook your head, but that wasn't good enough for him.

"words."

"no," you said, "he wouldn't."

"yeah cause you're mine," he said, his thrusts somehow going deeper and faster in the confined space the two of you were in, "all mine. got it?"

you nodded, "always."

he smiled, bringing you back down for another kiss, a kiss full of love and passion despite how hard he currently was slamming into you. you moaned into his mouth, pulling away to speak, "just like this, fuck, i'm so close,"

he nodded, "me too," he spoke softly, "come for me, baby."

it didn't take much longer until you were squeezing around him, thighs shaking overtop of him as you moaned. he followed pursuit, his hips stilling as he came undone, the both of you sitting there for a minute to catch your breath.

you laid on his chest, his hands playing with your hair softly. you smiled at him and he smiled back down at you, "i love you, you know."

"i know," you smiled, "i love you too."

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you hungry?"

"i could eat,"

"perfect," he said, tapping your hip, "let's get dressed."

after getting yourselves situated, you smiled as he placed his hand on your thigh, pulling out of the parking lot.

"you know," you bit back a laugh, "you should get jealous more often."

"i literally hate you." he sighed before laughing softly.

"you love me."

"i do."

[amourette]

02. FAMILIAR FACES.

this chapter includes: swearing, sewicider jokes, non-proofread writing (sorry i’m lazy), etc! •ᴗ•

tweets: pretend their accs are priv… i forgot to add that detail (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

As soon as you made your discreet “escape” from your lecture, you felt all the piled up stress slowly break down on your walk.

But it seemed that your moment of peace wouldn’t last forever.

Your feet was frozen, the breath of relief you took rushed back into your body. The one person you had hoped wouldn’t show their face in front of you after everything, was now standing just a few feet apart from you.

It was him, Scaramouche—Or in your heart, Kuni.

Everything about him seemed so… recognizable. The way he stood with the same posture he did all those years ago, the way his hands instantly hid in his pockets, and the way you could see all of his emotions through his eyes.

The moment of your widened eyes meeting his lasted only for a few seconds despite feeling like hours. It truly felt as if you had been taken back to the first time you’ve met.

But had it been only you to feel such euphoria?

It became crystal clear that your friends were right all along. You hadn’t forgotten a single thing you loved about him.

The way his indigo orbs stared into yours while speaking, blessing your ears & sight simultaneously. The way your fingertips memorized the texture of his soft hair, soft skin, sweet lips. The satisfaction you got from being constantly reminded that he was only so comfortable, unreserved, near you.

“Excuse me.” Spoke such a familiar voice, bringing upon such familiar feelings in your heart. Your ears yearned to hear more.

But, that was it.

His shoulder slightly brushed against yours as he left you there, frozen and silenced. That satisfaction you once always felt merely turned into an aching sensation in your heart—Which was now dropped back into the pit of your stomach.

After all these years of pondering on what you could’ve done to cause him to text you that day, overthinking all your moments together… You finally got your answer.

You simply meant far less to him than he did to you.

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A/N: early & small angst bcs this is going to be a long ride! (maybe) & for venti talking abt “no man has faye webster in their bio unless they’re tryna get some”, it’s just a personal experience & a little joke! of course anyone can like faye, we love her over here ˘³˘! ALSO i noticed i have not written in a hot minute… good golly! i probably won’t do too much written chapters LOL… (+ ik that running away to elope isn’t only in tales/movies guys 😕 i just used to think so when i was little!)

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[mossyeyeballs]

TW: mentions of pretty much everything terrible. 🍇, trafficking, all of the above.

CLASS OF 09 RANT, FLIP SIDE SPOILERS

Ok not my usual post (I’ve posted twice ik but shush) but what the freak was the flip side??….. I was a huge fan of class of 09 + the re up but this game was so.. what’s the word….. dog shit? Even if we ignore half of the game being about the creators weird foot fetish, the sl@ve ending was so unnecessary. I feel like the only thing in that route that was worth writing was the issue in retail work and that wasn’t even the star focus, let alone side focus. The main plot of that route was the counselor having some weird illegal 🌽 warehouse, jecka finding it, and then him blackmailing her into human 🚙 🚙 ing?

The only ending I thought was necessary IF THAT was when Jecka found Nicole after the sue a side ending from re up. I thought it did a decent job at talking about sue a side victims, and how nobody really cares about them until it’s too late, And even then they only care for a week or so and then move on.

But the Jeffery dying one was the most out of place in my opinion (unfortunately it beats the foot ending.) For starters, Nicole was really out of character imo, like yeah she’s talked about wishing Jeffery was dead before, but her actually killing him just out of boredom is so odd. Her entire character is “I don’t put effort into anything unless it benefits me.” Killing Jeffrey was not only ALOT of effort, but she gained absolutely nothing. On top of that, saying it’s different than doing. Like how she talked about wishing her mom was dead, but then when she had a heart attack, she panicked. Plus, she PLANNED on making Jecka take some of the blame on his death, which she stated in past games she wouldn’t do. She literally never put Jecka in harms way, let alone jail if it didn’t also benefit them both. But this didn’t, she just did it to do it.

While we’re talking about Nicole being out of character, I feel it valid to mention her and Jeckas dad. For obvious (and gross) reasons, I won’t be detailing this, but her doing that to Jecka wasn’t fully out of character, but still odd. Like I mentioned earlier, Nicole never really did anything to spite Nicole, so I find it odd that she did in this game. You could blame it on “oh she’s a sociopath she doesn’t care.” But I don’t think that’s inherently true. Yeah, I guess it’s canon she’s a sociopath, but in that case they do a bad job at consistency. She’s shown in both games 1 and 2 caring about people she’s close with, whether it’s Jecka, her mom, or even Emily in one segment. So I find it completely random that she did this to Jecka over something as small as not sharing how she got into foot work. Jeckas done much worse stuff to Nicole, and Nicole just didn’t care because they were friends, or didn’t feel the need to put effort into doing something if she did care. So yeah, Nicole basically screwing Jeckas dad over something so little felt out of character.

One of the few things that bothered me the least, but I feel the need to mention was the foot work stuff. Not because it was out of character, i fear I’ve seen worse stuff mentioned in that game. But I guess the way it was portrayed as less of a story plot and more of the creator trying to live out his fantasies. He himself has stated Jeffrey is basically a self insert, so the whole being sexually obsessed with Jecka and her feet felt REALLY weird. Compared to Nicole’s my space favor thing, this just felt dirty. For comparison. Both Jecka and Nicole took up sex work to keep a home life or lackthereof, they both got money from strangers to do sexual things, and they both hated doing it. But why did Jeckas feel so much more personal and gross? Because the actual sex work was shown. In graphic detail. And all of Jeffrey’s (the creators) personal thoughts were stated with no backlash. Jeffery literally asked Jecka if she would 🍒feed him, and he was excused. When Nicole was asked the same hing from the same guy, he was insulted, yelled at, even told to leave.

So, creepy creator who’s obsessed with his barely legal characters, Jecka being sold to 🚙 🚙ing agaisnt her will, Jeffrey being murdered for no reason other than a giggle or two from his haters, Jecka accidentally killing Ari cause she was drunk driving, feet fan service, and fan service in general aside, the game is left only with the regular drug and alcohol abusage we always see. which in the game that was advertised as a new experience felt really stale and honestly left me bored. The ONE SINGULAR time during this game that I giggled was when the hat man appeared in the Ari route.

If you’ve fully ignored everything I said in this, maybe didn’t care, or didn’t even read it. Id just like to mention for everyone that the creator of this game said that anybody who disliked him, his games, his writing, or his humor were kid diddlers. In full seriousness. So yeah, no shock this game was bad, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected better from someone who thinks his haters are all child likers. All this being said, I enjoyed class of 09, and the re up. I’m hoping the anime episode that comes out soon with be a decent save. all of THAT being said, I don’t support this creator. I don’t support his actions, I think he’s a shitty person who’s made some shitty jokes, but made some not so shitty games that I decently enjoyed. I also haven’t bought them, so none of my money has gone towards him or his projects. I in NO WAY support him. Thanks for reading.

Feel free to comment down some of your own opinions if you feel so inclined, I’m interested in what everyone else thought of this game :))

[rookiesbookies]

Please I need more strength kink like you wrote for König but for the text of the COD men. Does Soap show off and lift heavier when he sees you saunter into the gym? Does Ghost try not to pay attention as you stare? I am down bad for these boys

So this is the most recent ask Ive gotten but dont fret my other requesters, yalls are taking more time bc they’re longer form pieces (I dont want to spoil but honeymoon/consummation night with Ghost (doing some research for this one), some Konig wifey bits (there’s two or three), and Ghost’s wife wearing his mask) Im so excited you all are interacting with me I just wanna say. I love you all *MUAH* big kiss.

Also I took Keegan off this one bc I don’t think I have a lot of Keegan fans reading? (ik I love him tho) so if anyone wants it just put a comment and I’ll write one and edit it so its in here.

Edit right here: I put Keegan down at the bottom. Dw Keegan girlies he’s here now.

Another edit: I put Krueger bc a reblog asked for it

Without much more here’s:

Strength Kink with the 141

Masterlist is pinned as always, also let me know if yall want any as full blown fics.

Price

Price is an “old dog” as he calls himself. He knows he’s getting softer, the wrinkles are setting in, he doesn't quite have the body he used to as a LT. Kinda got a dad bod after adopting 3 boys.

First time he sees you drool over him? He is down fucking bad. Will do anything to see his sweet lady all red in the face over him again.

Fucking saunters over to you, hits you with “you can feel if ya like, love. Go on.” just holds his arms away from his chest while he’s in his tank top.

If you take him up on this offer (and I assume yall are dating at this point) and even just grab at a peck, he is tense. His abs are tight, his butt is clenched, he is doing it all to seem like he still has his young and sharp LT body.

He knows you dont care and love his dad bod and all his soft pillowy goodness but sometimes he feels like the pillsbury dough boy.

Absolutely would pick you up and carry you bridal style at any chance.

Tells you he’s “just practicing” however he is very clearly showing off.

If you come find him at the gym to drool all over him, that max he was only supposed to do one of per set, he is not repping.

“John, are you sure- I’ve never seen you lift this much you look red-”

“I'm alright, love, just doing my reps trying to set a new pr.” Little do you know that by repping this, this is his new pr.

Gaz and Soap are sitting there mouth open because Price has never done that and not fallen over and now he just KEEPS. GOING.

And Price’s wife just keeps drooling over him as Simon spots the poor guy.

(This is what i mean btw)

Soap

The worst about it of them all.

I'm telling you right now, if you have an oral fixation on his muscles, he will mate for life like a swan. Because if you mark up his muscles he will do EVERY SINGLE WORK OUT shirtless until Ghost is like “Johnny. You look like a slut and smell like a whore with all that cologne. We’re in the bloody gym.”

He will walk around shirtless in the tightest sweatpants to show off his thighs and abs to you.

Will bench press you.

Put your weight on the hip thrust and will call you over or send videos of him doing it.

If you’re sitting somewhere he will just pick you up and move you for the hell of it under the excuse he wanted to sit there just to see you get red.

If you compliment his body once, I'M TELLING YOU ONE TIME, he will buy the TIGHTEST shirts imaginable around the house to show off his shoulders, back, pecs, biceps, and abs.

If you even mention having a bad day, your face is going between his pecs. He also absolutely can do the thing where he can flex them one at a time and he does it 24/7 for fun.

Catch him planking at the gym?

Feeling bold?Let’s shimmy under the poor bastard to look up at him.

“Do push ups.”

“Bonnie, the fuck you mean-”

“Come down, get a kiss, and go back up?”

“And if I fall? Which I won’t but I gotta ask.”

“Can’t feel any worse than when you dive onto the bed to wake me up in the mornings.”

He’s floored. Goes down, gets his kiss, comes up.

Price has watched Soap do more pushups than he ever has outside of a punishment when he was in basic training. Johnny has half the mind to let himself drop, smoother you in sweaty hugs and kisses. But he doesn’t. Not until he’s shown off. It’s embarrassing how much sweat is dripping from him though. He’ll just say you both need a shower.

Ghost

Totally doesn't flex when he hugs you.

Oh you think he does?

If you ask him, you’re wrong. Simon is the most casual of them all.

He’ll just randomly pick you up.

Like throw you over his shoulder, hold you like a koala, bridal style, you name it. Unlike Price, who is more careful about it, Simon has been doing exercises to work on his balance so he can safely carry you down a flight on stairs.

If he catches you staring, its over for him. He’s blushing under his lil mask, acting like he doesnt see you.

If you walk up and open your mouth to talk to him, he’s not listening to a word of that blabbery. He’s focused on the way you watch his legs while he’s in the leg press. How if he flexes a bit more you have the pause so you don’t choke on your words.

If you’re the bold on and you get down to the level of his head because he can’t easily escape this machine right now to say something. I'm thinking like a “Simon, I’m going to need a thigh riding session at 1800 hours. Put that on your damn schedule.” And just walk out. Don’t elaborate.

He’s struggling to get out of the machine, considering chasing after you, possibly having a stroke over it. He’s so flustered he’s down right gasping for air. If he didn’t have shit to do today he’d scoop you up and show you want all these muscles could do just to get you to feel like how flustered he is.

Konig

(see the fic about his wife seeing him lift, its on my masterlist (its pinned))

Gaz

By the time you’ve started dating, you know Gaz is jacked. Just look at him ffs. Anyone could see it.

So you do the only reasonable thing and insist on being his gym partner.

And in turn he will insist on spotting your squats.

If you get so nervous you fail a set his plan springs into action. Bro has it lifted in one hand. He doesn't care if it's a lot. He WILL be lifting it in one hand just so you can see how strong he is.

“Kiss for your savor?” He asks.

“Sure.” You reply, pecking his lips.

But no no no.

“Love, I meant you’re actual savor.” He’d say, flexing that one arm and pointing to it.

Just roll your eyes and do it. It’s easier.

He is GLOWING for the rest of the day. He will now take any and all opportunities to lift heavy things for you.

That big box? Lifted. Come kiss his muscles. Cuz if you don’t he's picking you up and putting you in air jail for being ungrateful.

I feel like because Gaz is so lean its kinda a sleeper build situation? Could be completely using that term wrong but IDC.

Lowkey loves nothing more than you feeling up his abs under his shirt when yall are going to bed. Like your hands feel so nice on them when he’s flexing extra hard so they’re rock solid for you.

First time yall cuddled he almost passed out because he was trying to keep his muscles flexed for so long.

Edit: here’s Keegan

Keegan

Keegan was always walking around the house in the sluttiest tank tops and the lowest waist line sweatpants you’ve ever seen.

He had been showing off since he first met you, so I’ll tell you how it happened.

What did he wear on your first date? Tight ass t shirt and a leather jacket with black jeans.

He essentially was giving a strip show when he slowly took off that jacket, made sure you were watching when he did it with a smug look.

“What wrong, doll? Distracted?” He was definitely flexing hard. Pecs and biceps on full display and don't get me started on how he was clenching to get his abs to show through.

He made sure to get real close to.

Oh dear is that a dirty puddle, let him just… yk… casually pick you up to carry you over the smallest puddle ever.

And when he’s at the gym? You are getting tons of selfies. Those videos of him curling weights that are slightly too heavy all because he knows you like the sound of the groans he makes as he struggles to lift it. Oh he is hip thrusting your weight and a half, so you know you’ll never be too heavy. There’s a video he sent that was 10+ minutes of just him thrusting your weight. You honestly thought it was looped.

Oh and he carries your weight when he runs on the treadmill so he knows he and run and keep you safe if need be.

Here’s Krueger (i got carried away, enjoy)

Krueger:

Sebstian knows he’s already strong.

Picking you up and benching you is his favorite hobby. The way you can't help but giggle and he has to scold you to stop wiggling.

He’s always throw around his weight with you. He knows he’s a big. He loves to lay on you to stop you from moving.

Loves to have you lay on his torso with the weight at his hips as he works on his hip thrusts. Got kicked out of a gym because it was dangerous so he got weights to do it at home. Will do it shirtless so you can trace his tattoos.

Definitely has never told you he committed murder because he doesn’t want you to stop looking at him like he’s your savior as you rub his sore muscles.

God he loves having you rub his muscles, he just tries not to drool as you rub his calves and biceps with all the force your hands can muster to gently rub the knots away. One time he felt so good he almost cried as you rubbed one out of the back of his neck, he got so bricked he couldnt help it he felt like he was gasping for air the pleasure was so intense.

He’d never tell you that tho, no he’d rather die and speak up and tell you how good it feels when your massage his muscles while planting small kisses after every knot you work out. Definitely going to keep asking you to work his aches away… wonder if he can convince you he has a knot in his dick, no no wouldn’t do that to you not yet.

[weixuldo]

Missed me?

Sub!Anakin x Reader

a/n: Helloo!!! i apologize once again for going awol- but here is a small horny drabble i wrote for no reason hahah I hope u enjoy- ik it’s not my usual content, but i wanted to branch from my series for a moment- hope u enjoy!!

Anakin takes his role as a general very seriously, but sometimes he gets tired of giving orders and just needs to follow them

warnings: cursing, pwp, smut, overstim, masturbation (M!), gn reader, degredation(male receiving), shaming, handjob

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The council gathered to discuss the next steps the Jedi would take in their involvement in the clone wars; the meeting had gone on for hours- the masters couldn’t seem to agree.

Anakin grew impatient as he sat and listened to the elders bickering over politics; sure he was a general, but he was used to action. Getting things done. Not sitting in a stuffy room creating hypothetical scenarios.

He needed this meeting to be over. 

As he leaned back in the chair provided to him (not a seat among the ranked masters) he found his mind wandering. The last battle was long and near the end, it became more so one of attrition rather than power. He had been gone for months and was exhausted. His orders were to return home for a brief period until the council could decide the best course of action- so he thought that meant he would be going directly home…to you. 

He was under the impression he was to return to his home on Coruscant to recollect himself before discussing further matters with the council.

In preparation for his return to you, he had shamelessly been edging himself- so long in the tense heat of battle gave him little time to relieve stress.

In a way he took the build up as something to look forward to when he could finally return- something special he could share with you- that would be the most rewarding feeling.

He hadn’t seen you in so long, he hadn’t felt you in so long…hadn't tasted you in so long.

Months away had taken its toll on him in more ways than one; he felt himself becoming more irritable and having a shorter temper than the already short one he was known to have. His fists clenched under his jedi robes as he itched to run home. 

He sat with his usual scowl on his shapely face as the others continued to talk. 

“Isn’t that right, General Skywlker?” Master Windu asked. 

His scarred eye twitched before he was snapped from his thoughts, “Ah, yes- our enemies are becoming weaker as they continue on”. 

Master Windu nodded at Anakin in thanks and continued his point. A few other members took Anakin’s statement into consideration. 

Little did they know he was hardly listening to them, instead he was trying to keep his pulsing erection hidden from his superiors. He was gripping onto his chair in fear that if he shifted a certain way he wouldn’t be able to subdue the moan building in the back of his throat. 

Maker… he needed you. 

When he was first deployed he was able to subdue his unnaturally high libido but as the time went on and tensions of the war grew, he needed some relief.

The Jedi would retreat to his tent and grab one of the military-issued rolled-up blankets and toss it onto his cot; after tying it tighter with his belt- it was ready.

He needed something other than his own fist to help him out and at least he could grip around the blanket as if he were gripping onto you. 

The first few times he did this he was embarrassed- but he always kind of liked the shame. The famous General Skywalker desperately fucking himself into his blanket in the middle of the night… how pathetic.

He couldn't wait for you to scold him for being such a horny and desperate excuse of a jedi…

He wanted to hear it all. 

Oftentimes he would thrust in and out of the bundle so vigorously that he would almost always collapse onto his cot from exhaustion afterwards. He just needed to get all of his cum out… he just had too much. 

There were nights where he couldn’t help but moan and pant your pretty name as he bucked his hips into the makeshift pussy 

“Meeting adjourned”.

Anakin blinkled himself back to reality and rushed out of the temple with great urgency. His master eyed his eagerness and simply shook his head.

Of course Obi Wan knew about you- he had known Anakin since he was a boy; he could read him like a book.

Also he had heard Anakin practically howling your name in his tent during his nightly walks more times than he would have liked. 

But you were good for Anakin, plus Obi-Wan thought highly of you, so he kept his mouth shut. 

You were also the only one who could put Anakin in his place. 

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You sat on the balcony of your large penthouse as you waited for your lover to arrive; Anakin sent you a message yesterday telling you he would be home today, but much to your chagrin the day had almost passed. You were getting a little worried. 

Of course, being with a Jedi, you were well aware contact wouldn’t always be available- you had to keep your relationship a secret after all- but it didn’t help your anxiety. 

You were about to head back to your room when you heard quick footsteps in the hallway outside of your apartment- could it be?

Before you knew it your door slid open at lightning speed and behind it was a panting Anakin. You took a moment to enjoy the beautiful scene in front of you; Anakin’s hand still outstretched form forcing the door open, his sandy locks windswept (from the speed at which he ran to you, no doubt), and a glint of desperation is his blue eyes. 

Perfection.

Finally you gave in to the magnetic force pulling you to your lover and ran towards him with open arms. 

“Ani!” you gasped as he met you halfway, engulfing you in a tight embrace. 

Your senses filled with his force signature as you buried your face into his neck. His strong hands gripped at your back and he breathed in your sweet scent. 

“It’s been too long, Angel,” he sighed into you.

“Too long” you agreed, starting to kiss up his neck. 

His body shivered and a small moan escaped his plump lips. 

“Fuck baby…” he groaned as he pawed at your ass through your night-robes.

You grabbed his face and pressed your lips into his; the kiss was full of passion and lust. He could barely stop his tongue from exploring your mouth- he just needed you so badly. 

“Someone’s impatient” you smirked against his lips. 

“You have no idea” he growled as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

The way he held you, had your core right next to his bulging erection. He panted as you wiggled your hips against him. 

“Lets go to the bedroom” you instructed and he nodded without hesitation. 

Once inside you pushed yourself off of him and he backed up with a sad look in his eyes. 

“Don’t worry pretty boy, I’ll give you what you want- but first I need to see how badly you really need it” your voice had a lilt of mischief to it. 

“Anything- anything for you” he mewed as he began to take the glove around his mechanical hand off. 

“On your knees” you demanded. You needed to see just how willing he was.

Without another word the powerful Jedi sunk to his knees and tilted his head up to meet your face. “I need you”. 

The desperation in his voice made your spine tingle- he was so deprived. That only made you want to play with him even more. 

“Are you sure? You don’t seem like you need my help much- you’re holding yourself together just fine- I might as well just leave the roo-”

“NO!” he exclaimed loudly, reaching for you.

After he realized he raised his voice too loud, he lowered his head, “please don’t go” he whispered. 

“What was that baby?” you cooed.

“Please, don’t go- I can’t- I need you” he practically whined. 

“Need me to what?” you tormented.

“I need you to touch me- I need you to help me cum” he said ashamedly. 

You clicked your tongue and strode towards the man in front of you, “Alright, but you have to ask nicely alright?”.

He nodded vigorously, “Please, Please, I’ll do whatever you ask”.

You smiled and began to undo his robes. Slowly, you removed each strip of fabric from his tired body, every brush making him shiver. A new collection of scars and scrapes has accumulated on his sculpted torso- a beautiful sight. Soon all that was left was his pants, a painfully hard bulge obviously present. 

“My poor pretty boy had no one to help him out huh?” you said, slowly pulling his waistband down with your fingers. 

He shook his head, “no, no I didn’t”.

You freed his aching member from the constraints of his pants and he moaned as it slapped against his stomach. Anakin was truly a sight to behold; standing at 8.5 inches, a prominent vein running up his left side, his blushing red tip already leaking with precum. 

Maker.

You bit your lower lip in anticipation- it took all of your willpower not to take him into your mouth then and there… but you needed to play with him some more- it would make the release all the much better. 

You wrapped your fingers around him; he was hot to the touch and pulsating. He groaned and tossed his head back. With a smirk you pumped his length a few times before he began to move his hips with the up and down motion of your hand. 

Once you could tell he was lost in the feeling, you removed your hand and his eyes shot open with desperation; he practically whimpered for you to continue.

“Are you sure you’ve been a good boy? I think you haven’t waited for me” you scolded.

You didn’t care if Anakin jerked off or not, but it was very enticing to berate him for doing so when it got such a visceral reaction from him. 

“I-I tried not to, I really did, but wit-” he stuttered, dick still twitching. 

You put on a fake displeased look and got up to take a seat in the chair adjacent to your shared bed; leaving a disheveled and agonizingly horny Anakin with a look of confusion. 

“Go ahead.” you ordered.

He fixed his posture and sat on his knees once more on the plush bed, “I don’t understand-”.

“If you like the company of your own hand so much, go ahead and pleasure yourself” you said, crossing your legs. 

He gave you a defeated look, “Angel, please”.

“I’m waiting.”

He huffed out a few curses under his breath before he brought his remaining human hand to his mouth and spit. This was humiliating- he was so exposed (but there was a certain allure to that).

He would never admit to anyone but you, but something about being belittled and degraded resonated with a deep part of him. All his life he had been taking orders, it was his nature by now. 

“Show me how you did it while you were away, I know you needed to use something other than your hand”

The judgment in your sultry voice made his cock pulsate, Maker he loved your sweet degradations. 

He grabbed a blanket and his utility belt to form a model of what he had been shooting his load into for the past few months. He mounted the bundle and began to thrust himself in and out, moans building at every snap of his hips. 

Your eye twitched as you watched the scene infront of you- he was so desperate for you that he had been fucking his own bedding in wait to return to you. 

Anakin was lost in the familiar pleasure of the plush blanket around himself, but the fact that he could feel you in the room was throwing him off- how could this be enough to make him cum when he could feel your presence right there. 

Why would he waste his high on this when he could have you instead?

Between thrusts he managed his deep blue eyes open to see you had moved from your chair to his side. He gasped at the sensation of your cold hand on the base of his neck. You dragged your nails down his back and basked in the melodious noises he made. 

You grabbed a fistful of his sandy locks and pulled his face back to look at you  

“Do you even hear yourself right now Anakin, you’re moaning like a bitch in heat.”

Yes. more.

“If only those so frightened of you knew what a submissive little slut you really are; how does your battalion even take you seriously?” you taunted, standing behind him to wrap your arms around his waist.

“Fuck” he sputtered out… don’t stop.

At this point he was violently bucking his hips into the blanket, messy hair falling into his eyes, chest heaving with each snap. 

“Do you want me to touch you, baby?” you whispered into his ear.

His whole body quivered at the feeling of your breath against him.

“Y-yes”

“How much do you want me t-”

“I need you! I can’t- I- Fuck!” he whined. 

He was close- just a little more 

The smile on your face widened and you kissed his temple before slipping your hand down his v line and finally grasping his dick- he gasped at the pressure and the coolness of your hand against his hot skin. 

He leaned his head back against your shoulder as you worked on him. The overstimulation was insane- he whole body shuddered with each stroke of your hand. 

“You’re so pathetic Anankin, does anyone actually respect you? Look at yourself” you taunted as you squeezed the tip of his pulsing cock garnering beads of milky precum.

He pried one of his eyes open to see the sweaty mess between his legs, precum coated his thighs, his dick, and your hands. Maker.

So close. 

You took your other hand to grab around his neck, “cum for me like the good slut you are”.

There it was. 

Anakin exploded in your grasp, milky cum erupted from his overworked tip. His moans rang through the walls of your bedroom and his whole body spasmed with each wave of his high. He wasn’t sure of anything in that moment except for the pleasure that filled his body. 

“F-fuck fuck” he stuttered, grabbing onto your with his mechanical arm; cold metal clawing at you flesh. 

His cock finally settled down, only a few twitches here and there. The scene in front of him was his ruined sheets and ropes of white. 

He leaned against you as he caught his breath.

“That’s my good boy” you praised, brushing his sweaty locks from his forehead. 

He whimpered at your words because his aching cock responded to your praise. 

“It looks like you want more; would I be correct, or are you too tired to continue?” you smirked. 

He opened his eyes and weakly propped himself up, “m-more, I can do more- need to please you” he insisted.

“please me then Ani” you cooed into his ear, running your hands up his chest.

“please me with your mouth, please me with your cock…” you trailed off before he closed his eyes once more.

And with what seemed to be a flip of a switch, he grabbed you with his strong hands and flipped you onto your back. 

“I’ll show you how much of a good boy I can be” 

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(a/n: ik this was mainly just a handjob lol- but i feel like doing a whole smex scene would been too long- but lmk how u felt abt subby ani!!!)

[notiddygothgf]

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★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ Tell me something  I don't know.❞

★ c.w.: sexual content (referenced), suggestive content (near the end), blood/stitches, BDSM mention

★ a/n: heyyyy lolll... how yall doinggggg..... okay so ik i said i was gonna stick to a regular schedule. but i literally was chewing my fingernails waiting for a week to pass so i figured, why not just update earlyyyy???? i was DYING for u all to enjoy this. a little more plotbuilding, as this is where the story is gonna pick up !!!  please keep on commenting away, you guys are the whole reason i'm so motivated to get up and update this story! i love u bunches! x

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pornstar ; chapter index

YOU HADN’T SLEPT a wink last night. You had spent the evening rolling around uselessly, brain overrun with thoughts about the grave sin you had just committed. You felt like a priest – some sort of holy figure who had just broken his vow of chastity. Yet, despite everything, you couldn’t help but think about him. He dominated your thoughts, images of his chiseled body, the face he made when he slipped inside, him, him, him.

“Touch me—” You gasped out, “Touch me, sir, please.”

You groaned, pressing the pillow deep into your face, hoping in vain that you might suffocate and be put out of your misery.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

“Bet you get off on it, hm? Get off on pissing me off… being put in your place.”

You couldn’t get him out of your head. He was like a parasite, like an organism that had crawled into your brain and decided to set up camp there. Every single goddamn time you closed your eyes, there he was – his sharp angles, his ocean blue eyes, that damn smirk.

“Do you have… any clue…” He panted, eyes wild. “What you fucking do to me?

You were in over your head. To be completely frank, you had never thought you would get that far with your superior, to fuck him – let alone for three rounds. While it was undoubtedly the most enjoyable sexual escapade you’d ever had, you hadn’t exactly planned for the aftermath of it. 

He hadn’t texted or called. You had been stupid to hope that he might – no, he never did. You can’t recall a single time you had ever used his phone number. Still, a naive part of you had wished that he would call you up after all was said and done, ask you if you got home safe, tell you he liked it, too… tell you something that would help you make sense of everything that had happened.

 "It was the pollen," he said, as if that was some kind of excuse. "Don’t be hard on yourself. I think the devil wanted to distract us." 

That was the thing. It wasn’t just the pollen. One more drunk mistake, and you would have tried to fuck him by now. Where there was once hatred for him and his stupid face, the only thing left now was a lingering sense of confusion. It was more than just a sexual excursion. You had been so close to him – been able to see his face when he fell apart beneath your touch, tasted him, felt him. And, now, the morning after, you felt cold – your bed exceptionally empty.

He gripped you by the hair, craning your gaze down to the junction between your bodies, to the place where he was disappearing in out of you. It was a vulgar sight, a messy one, too – he was coated in an obscene mixture of your wetness and his cum, a fluid that made a lewd ‘schlick’ sound every time his navel bumped up against your clit. Every movement, every thrust pushed his warm seed deeper and deeper into your needy pussy.

Aki groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “So fucking perfect,” he whispered. “Can’t get enough of you.”

Your gut churned with heat. He hadn’t been able to get enough of you.

The morning light filtered through the blinds in thin, golden slats, cutting across the room in soft, uneven lines. You lay there, staring at the ceiling, utterly drained. It wasn’t just exhaustion—it was something heavier, something pressing down on your chest and making it hard to breathe. You felt wrung out, sore in ways you hadn’t expected, every inch of your body still sensitive from last night.

You shifted under the blankets and winced. Your back ached, deep and insistent, and a dull soreness settled in your thighs. God. You pressed your fingers into your temples, as if that might somehow will away the memories threatening to resurface—the weight of his body against yours, the way his breath had shuddered against your skin, the sheer intensity in his ocean-blue eyes.

And now? Nothing. Silence. No calls. No texts. Not that you had expected any, but still, some stupid part of you had hoped.

You exhaled sharply and dragged a pillow over your face, muffling the frustrated groan that bubbled up from your throat. How the fuck am I supposed to face him?

You knew Aki. Knew how he operated. He would act like it never happened—because that was easier, because it kept things clean. Business as usual. That’s what he’d want. That’s what he’d expect.

But you couldn’t do it. Not yet.

You could still hear him, his voice rough with need. “Good girl.”

Your stomach twisted.

Maybe he hadn’t meant it. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment, just something people said when they were caught up in it. You knew better than to read into things—you weren’t naive—but something about the way he had held you, the way he had looked at you…

You groaned again and pushed the blankets off. No use sitting here overthinking it. You had shit to do.

Your legs protested as you stood, a deep ache spreading through your muscles, making you wince. You rubbed at the knots in your lower back and shuffled to the bathroom, stripping out of your wrinkled clothes. The warm spray of the shower helped a little, easing the soreness in your limbs, but it did nothing for the thoughts racing through your head.

You leaned your forehead against the tile, inhaling deeply. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel him, still hear him—his ragged breaths, the quiet, almost desperate sounds he had made.

“Where’s that attitude?” he taunted, his voice a low purr. “Thought you hated me.”

Your fingers curled into fists. You didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to think about what any of this meant.

You finished your shower quickly, trying to ignore how tender your skin felt, how certain spots still burned with memory. When you stepped out, the apartment felt too quiet, too empty. You moved through your usual routine—toweling off, brushing your hair, slipping into fresh clothes—but everything took longer than it should have. Every little thing reminded you of him. The scent of your shampoo, because his fingers had been in your hair. Your lotion, because his lips had been everywhere.

Just stop thinking about it.

You pulled open your closet and grabbed the first thing that looked comfortable enough to wear, not caring if it matched. Tugging your sweater over your head, you glanced at the clock. You were already running late, but you found yourself hesitating, standing motionless in the middle of your room.

A part of you wanted to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over your head, and pretend none of it had happened. But that wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t change the fact that you would have to see him again. That you would have to pretend like your entire world hadn’t tilted overnight.

A deep sigh left your lips as you grabbed your phone. No messages. No missed calls. Of course not. You swallowed down the sting of disappointment and tossed the phone onto your bed, shoving your hands into your pockets as you rocked back on your heels. You had to go. You had plans with Himeno, and as much as you wanted to avoid human interaction, flaking on her wasn’t an option.

You sat on the edge of your bed to lace up your boots, and the moment you leaned forward, a sharp ache flared down your spine. Your breath hitched. Shit. You clenched your jaw and straightened up slowly, your hands gripping your knees. You hadn’t even considered the full extent of how sore you would be today, but now it was undeniable. 

The worst part? Aki had been just as wrecked as you. His voice had gone hoarse by the end, his body had trembled against yours, and yet this morning, he was probably fine. Probably already dressed in his usual uniform, hair tied back neatly, acting like nothing happened.

The same thing you should have been able to do. 

You sighed and stood, brushing your hands down your thighs before grabbing your bag. You needed air. You needed to leave before your thoughts spiraled any further.

Pulling your coat over your shoulders, you made your way to the door. Your fingers hovered over the handle for a second longer than necessary. Once you stepped outside, there was no more hiding from reality. No more pretending that the world hadn’t shifted under your feet.

With a deep breath, you pulled the door open and stepped into the cool morning air.

Shopping with Himeno had been the exact sort of distraction you needed. She had proven to be easy company. Things were never confusing when she was around – she was all giggles and laughter, something that made it a little easier for you to slip into the folds of her conversation. Before you knew it, you had nearly forgotten about the night before (nearly, because you were beginning to believe that you would never forget it).

Presently, the two of you sat across from one another at a restaurant, sushi neatly plated before the both of you, faces stuffed with rolls you couldn’t name if someone paid you to do so. And, as always, the drinks were flowing. It was perfect.

She dipped a sweet potato roll into the soy sauce, popping it into her mouth with a content little hum. “And that’s what I was getting at – devil hunters have needs, too.”

“Sure, but I don’t think our line of work leaves us with many opportunities,” You laughed, taking up a piece of your own sushi – something sweet with salmon and avocado. 

She quirked a brow at you, “You been having trouble finding time to get down, too?”

You have no idea.

You waved it around in the air between the two of you, using it as an extension of your voice. “You could say that.”

“Ugh, I swear to God, if I don’t get laid soon, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind,” Himeno groaned, clearly exasperated, throwing her head back before taking a long sip of her drink. “Frustrated is an understatement.”

You gave her a noncommittal hum, but her words barely registered in your mind. No, it had already begun to drift, to wander back to him, to last night – to the way he had felt pressed up against you, the way he broke, to every single detail, like you were reliving the moment all over again. Reliving the feeling of his hands, the breathy way he had said your name, the sheer intensity in those pretty eyes that had only ever looked down on you with scorn before.

And Himeno was none the wiser about it. She had no idea. No clue that you had fucked her partner… raw. That just last night, Aki Hayakawa had been buried so deep inside of you that you were unable to form a coherent thought. That he had pressed his forehead into the crook of your neck, trembling as he murmured words of praise against your skin.

You planned to keep it that way.

You reached for your cocktail, taking a slow sip, hoping the richness of it, the burn of the alcoholic contents would snap you out of your reverie. As expected, it did nothing of the sort.

“So,” Himeno said rather suddenly, turning towards you with that lazy smirk of hers, and you knew she was up to no good before the words even left her mouth, “What about you? Anything happen? Anyone?”

It’s almost like she knows, you thought, but there was no way. How could she know? It’s not like Aki would have told her, or anything like that. Hell, he hadn’t even spoken to you about it.

Still, you bristled, her words unsettling you. 

Yes, you immediately thought, but you couldn’t exactly say that. Instead, you put on your best poker face, shrugging with a nonchalance that shocked even you. Still, you gripped your glass a little harder, a little tighter. You could lie about it all you want, but no amount of fibbing would change the fact that it had happened. That you had made a conscious effort to remember your daily birth control pill today. That he had felt so warm, so right, nestled deep inside of your walls the night before.

The thoughts had been haunting you all fucking day. No matter what you did, your mind kept on wandering right back to him – how his fingers had caressed the most sensitive part of you, how he had looked at you like he wanted to consume you whole. And now, to top it all off, his silence was killing you for a reason you couldn’t quite understand.

You needed help.

So, swallowing, then inhaling sharply, you gave in.

“Actually… there was something I wanted to ask you about,” You set your drink down, exhaling through your nose like it pained you to do so. “I need your advice. I saw this… guy, the other night…”

Himeno blinked slowly, lips curling into a grin. “Oho, finally!” She nudged you by the arm with a familiar playfulness, but it did nothing to settle the pit in your stomach. “It’s about damn time. What’s the issue?”

You thought of saying nevermind, of telling her to forget you had even asked… but, then, you would have no other input but your thoughts, and that was a horrible predicament to put yourself in.

With a sigh, you shifted in your seat, “I dunno. I figured it would be a one-time thing, you know? But, now… I just… I can’t stop thinking about it. About him.”

You hadn’t meant for the conversation to trickle into such forbidden territory – especially not with the partner of the man you were talking about – but you simply couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the crushing weight of your thoughts finally driving you up the wall.

“Is that a bad thing?” She lifted an eyebrow.

You hesitated before responding to her. “It’s unexpected, that’s for sure. I wasn’t planning on the whole thing messin’ with my head the way it is. I’ve had casual sex before, but, like, this feels… different. It’s like he’s stuck in my head,” You sighed. “I don’t know what to do with it.”

Himeno studied you for a moment too long, scrutinizing you like she knew something you didn’t. “Okay… first off– how was it?”

You gasped sharply as he shifted beneath you, the change in his movements subtle but powerful. His grip tightened around your hips, the pressure of his hands grounding you in a way that made your breath catch. Each motion of his was deliberate, calculated, as he pressed into you harder, deeper, until the world outside of this moment seemed to disappear. All you could feel was him—his warmth, his breath, the way his body moved against yours with an intensity that left you breathless, desperate for more.

"Aki," you whispered, your voice trembling as it fought to keep its composure, as if that one breath could shatter everything you were trying to hold onto.

His response was immediate, a quiet promise in the way he spoke your name. "I’m here," he murmured, his lips brushing against your shoulder in a soft kiss. "I got you."

With a breathy laugh, you shook the memory out of your head, “Fucking phenomenal.”

She let out a low, impressed whistle. “Damn. Good for you, girl,” She took another sip of her drink, then cast you the sort of look that only a good female friend could give you – one that told you ‘your secret’s safe with me’. “Sounds like someone might be catching feelings.”

It’s not that. Definitely not, you thought. No, just 48 hours ago, you still hated his fucking guts. 

There’s no way.

Still, your stomach twisted, “It’s not that.”

She gave you a look that was equal parts pointed and unconvinced, “You sure?”

You hesitated a fraction too long, and that was all it took.

She was smirking all over again, and that was infuriating as it was. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. This was exactly the sort of thing you had been scared of – Himeno telling you what you didn’t want to hear. “It’s not that simple.”

“Does he feel the same way?”

He laughed, a low sound that made the back of your neck tingle. "God," he said, his grin widening. You had scarcely seen him smile before, "I think you might be the best lay I’ve ever had." 

“I don’t know,” You admitted, “I haven’t exactly heard from him at all since it happened. No texts, no calls, nothing.”

You weren’t making a very good case for him. In all honesty, you weren’t entirely sure why you wanted to make a good case in the first place. If it were anyone else, you would have been able to tell her straight up how it was. 

But he was fucking with your head.

She whistled again. “Cold.”

“It’s not like I expected him to!” You rushed out, waving your hands around. “That’s just how he is. He doesn’t… do attachments,” You continued, only digging your grave deeper. “And I shouldn’t care. I should just move on from it, but I don’t feel like I can.”

You were surprised she hadn’t caught on by now. You blamed it on the drinks. Wherever Himeno was, drinks were always involved.

She tapped her fingers against the table, drumming the rhythm to some tune you couldn’t name, considering the options. “Alright, well, the way I see it, you’ve got two options,” She held up two fingers. “Either you suck it up and move on with your life, or you man up and talk to him about it.”

Shit. “Yeah,” You exhaled, “That’s what I was afraid of.”

She grinned wickedly, “You don’t like either of those options?”

“Not one bit,” You smiled weakly, even though you knew she was right.

Still, you exhaled again, rubbing a hand over your face, massaging the oncoming headache away. “It’s kinda hard to move on because he’s, like…” You trailed off, desperately searching for the right words to convey what you were trying to say. “He’s just different,” You finally gritted out. “He… showed me things I’ve never experienced before.”

Himeno raised her brows, teasing smirk curling the edges of her lips, “Oh? Well, now I’m jealous. What sorts of things did this mystery man show you?”

Then, heat was creeping its way up the back of your neck as the memories came rushing back in, spreading out over your chest like it was in your veins. Images flashed behind your eyes – rough hands pinning you down, his voice dropping as he murmured complete and utter filth against your skin, him looking down at you, owning you in a way that made your stomach twist with something dangerously addictive.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you admitted, “I don’t know. He was just… in control,” You swallowed. “The way he spoke to me, the way he handled me – it wasn’t… like anything I’ve ever had before. He– he was rough, and I… I felt like, for the first time ever– I felt like I wasn’t in control. Like my head was empty.”

You hadn’t expected to come clean to her today, yet, here you were.

Himeno leaned back in her seat with a slow, knowing, shit-eating grin. “Ohhhh,” she teased. “I see what’s goin’ on here.”

You pouted, “What?”

She leaned in closely, as if the two of you were conspiring about someone nearby and not about a mystery man. “You ever heard of BDSM?” She whispered.

You tilted your head, confused by the acronym, “Uh… no…? Should I have?”

She snorted. “Yeah, I figured,” Setting her drink down, she gestured vaguely, “Bondage, dominance… uh… some other freaky shit like that.”

What a conversation starter.

Your eyes widened, damn near bulging out of your head at the crass admission, “What?”

She only laughed at the expression on your face. “It’s, like, a whole thing. Some people get off on being in control, others get off on giving it. From what you’re telling me, that’s probably what’s happening.”

Your stomach twisted. The second she uttered the word dominant, your mind immediately snapped back to him – his sharp blue eyes, the way he had pinned you down and made you take all of him, the way he commanded you like it was second nature to him. Your face was on fire.

That sounds about right.

Himeno’s grin only widened, “Oooh, look at that blush.”

You scowled at her. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious, though. Might be something worth looking into,” She whispered, completely ignoring your embarrassed expression. “There’s lots of people who want the same thing. You’re not crazy, girl.”

“I’m not looking into bondage, Himeno,” you hissed.

She shrugged, “What? You’ve never gotten curious?”

You shot your coworker an incredulous look, digits tightening their grasp around your cocktail, like it was tethering you to the present. “No,” You answered flatly, but even you could hear the hesitation in your voice.

Her grin stretched even wider, “Sure,” She took a slow, calculated sip of her beer, observing you over the rim of her glass. “You just told me about how much you loved being manhandled, degraded, put in your place–”

Your face burned even hotter, if that was even possible, “I did not say that.”

“Not in those words exactly,” She teased right back, “But, come on, don’t lie. You clearly liked it.”

You exhaled sharply, shifting in your seat. The truth of it gnawed at you. Of course, you had liked it—you had never experienced anything like it before. The way he had taken control, how effortlessly he had read your body, how he had given you no choice but to take him exactly how he wanted—God. Even just thinking about it made your skin prickle with heat.

Your silence must have been enough of an answer because Himeno just grinned, swirling the last of her drink around in her glass. “See?” she said smugly. “No harm in admitting it.”

You sighed, pressing a hand to your temple. “I wasn’t saying it was a bad thing.”

“Exactly!” Himeno said brightly, leaning back in her chair. “That’s what I’m saying. It’s just something you like.” She raised a brow. “So, why not explore it a little?”

You frowned, rubbing your thumb along the condensation on your glass. “Because it’s—” You stopped, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Because it’s him.

You weren’t sure what was more overwhelming—the fact that you had just had the most intense sexual experience of your life or the fact that it had been with your fucking Captain.

And yet…

Your mind kept circling back to it, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. The way he had held you down, kissed you from head to toe, dragged those rough hands down your body like he was claiming you. He had taken you apart and put you back together in the span of a night, and now? 

Now you were left picking up the pieces, completely out of your depth.

It hadn’t just been sex, had it?

It had been something else entirely—something you didn’t have the words for.

Himeno nudged you with her elbow again, breaking you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Hey, earth to kinky girl,” she teased.

You groaned, slumping forward onto the table. “I hate you.”

She snickered, patting your back. “I’m just saying,” she continued, her voice laced with amusement. “There’s a whole world out there. Lots of people are into the same shit. If you want more of it, there’s no reason to feel weird about it.”

“I don’t want to think about it,” you mumbled, your face buried in your arms.

“Liar.”

You groaned again.

Himeno’s voice softened just a little, like she knew it was deeper than sex, too. “Listen, if you’re really that confused about it, then maybe you should talk to him.”

Your stomach did an unpleasant flip.

Talking to Aki about it was the last thing you wanted to do. The thought alone made your skin prickle with nerves. What would you even say? Hey, so, that thing we did? The thing I can’t stop thinking about? Can we do it again?

Absolutely not.

No. The only thing you could do—the only thing—was forget it ever happened. Pretend like it was just a one-time thing, a moment of weakness fueled by whatever godforsaken heat had taken over the both of you. That’s what Aki would want, right?

Right?

Himeno must have caught the look on your face because she let out a dramatic sigh. “Or you could just pretend like it never happened and suffer in silence,” she said dryly.

She clocked me bad.

“That sounds like a great plan,” you muttered.

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re a mess.”

“Yeah,” you admitted, finally sitting up straight, “tell me something I don’t know.”

Himeno studied you for a moment, something thoughtful passing over her expression. “Alright, fine. No more interrogation—for now,” she added with a knowing smirk. “But, hey—” she pointed a finger at you— “When you inevitably go crawling back for more, I better be the first to know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not happening.”

Himeno raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “Uh-huh. Sure. And who’s this guy?”

You froze, your blood turning cold. You knew exactly where this was headed. You lifted your drink to your lips, avoiding her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Himeno wasn’t backing down. “Come on,” she urged, smirking with that familiar, playful glint in her eyes. “You can’t be this evasive. I’ve got to know who’s got you all twisted up in knots.”

You felt a tightness in your chest, a wave of panic rushing over you. “I’m not telling you,” you said, the words coming out too quickly. “It was just… a thing. That’s it.”

Himeno stared at you, clearly not buying it. “Okay. Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She leaned back in her chair, eyes never leaving you. “Do I know him?”

You stayed silent, your fingers tight around the glass. You weren’t about to take the bait. Not today.

You were lying in bed, the soft weight of the blanket wrapped around your body like a comfort you didn’t know you needed. The room was dark except for the dim glow of your laptop screen, casting a pale light over your face. Your mind was still tangled up in the words Himeno had said to you earlier. Her teasing, that knowing smirk—it had all seemed so playful at first. But now, in the silence of your room, you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something had shifted inside you.

You tapped the touchpad of your laptop, the glow intensifying as you opened a new tab. BDSM. The word alone felt foreign, almost too bold to look at. But curiosity gnawed at you, growing by the second. Before you even realized it, your fingers were typing out the search. You pressed enter, your breath catching slightly as the first results popped up on the screen.

Images flooded your vision—some explicit, some suggestive, others more abstract, but all sharp and deliberate. You quickly scrolled past a few, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to process what you were seeing. This wasn’t the kind of thing you’d ever really thought about before. 

But now? Now, there was this pull, a strange curiosity that you couldn’t quite explain.

You stopped at one image, your finger hovering just above the screen. It was a black-and-white photo of a woman on her knees, head lowered, hands bound with intricate rope. The composition was beautiful in its starkness, the tension between submission and artistry pulling you in. You felt a flutter in your stomach, a sense of something stirring deep within you. There was an undeniable intensity in the way the image made you feel. It wasn’t just sexual—it was raw, it was emotional, it was all-consuming. You found yourself staring at the image, your mind wandering into thoughts you had never fully allowed yourself to entertain.

What is it about this?

You scrolled down, letting your thumb glide across the touchpad as your thoughts spun. You started reading through the articles—terms like dom, sub, aftercare, safe words, limits swirled in front of you, a jumble of ideas, concepts, and definitions that made your head spin. You kept reading, your mind trying to process each new word, each new phrase. The idea of domination and submission, of control and surrender, began to take on a form you didn’t realize could be so enticing. It was like a puzzle you couldn’t quite solve, each piece more confusing than the last but also more alluring.

You couldn’t help but imagine yourself in the center of it all.

What would it feel like?

The thought drifted into your mind before you could catch it, but now that it was there, it was impossible to shake. You pictured someone—no, him. Aki.

You saw him clearly in your mind’s eye, his posture so casual yet commanding, his dark eyes piercing through you as if he saw right into your soul. You imagined him in control, in charge, his hand on your shoulder, gentle yet firm. He didn’t have to say a word, but you felt it—he would never need to. There was an unspoken authority in the way he stood, the way he held himself, the way he always seemed to know exactly what you needed even when you didn’t know yourself.

The thought made your heart race.

You pictured him standing before you, watching as you kneeled in front of him. It was almost laughable—the idea of you, you of all people, giving in so easily. But in that moment, in the silence of your room, it didn’t seem so impossible. In fact, the idea of it felt… right. Your body stirred, the sensation unfamiliar but exciting.

Why Aki?

You wondered, a part of you questioning why it was him you were imagining. Why not someone else? It wasn’t like you’d ever thought about him in that way, not really—not before tonight, anyway. Before that night, he had been just… Aki. But now? Now, he was something else entirely.

You thought back to that night, to the way he had touched you, held you, as if the entire world had fallen away. You had never been so exposed, so vulnerable—and yet, it had felt so right. The way he had taken control without hesitation, how his hands had guided you, how he had spoken to you, his voice low and commanding, making you want to surrender. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, mental. It was a force that you hadn’t expected, one that seemed to break you down and rebuild you all at once.

You felt a heat flood your body, your mind unable to escape the image of him. You closed your eyes, imagining his touch again, the way he had made you feel as though you didn’t have to think, as though you could just let go and trust him to lead you.

What if you could have that again?

The thought crashed over you like a wave. You didn’t even know what it was you wanted exactly. But the idea of being so completely under someone’s control, the idea of Aki having that power over you, sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t just about the physical act of it, though. It was the way he had made you feel—like you were the center of his world, even if just for that moment.

You kept scrolling, letting the images blur together as you sought something more, something deeper. You clicked on a new link, your pulse quickening as you read about dominants. A dominant, according to the article, was someone who took control, who led in a relationship based on trust, communication, and respect. A lifestyle dominant—someone who took on that role in their everyday life, someone who would tell you what to do, what to wear, what to say. The more you read, the more fascinated you became. 

This wasn’t just about an occasional fling or fantasy; this was a way of life. A relationship built on power, on control, on surrender.

Could that be what I want?

The thought made your stomach twist with a mixture of excitement and unease. It was a life where someone else made the decisions, told you what to do, what to feel, and in return, you gave yourself to them completely. You imagined it, the idea of Aki in that role, not just for a moment, but as a constant presence in your life. He would guide you, tell you what to do, and you would trust him, surrender to him in ways you hadn’t even begun to understand.

You read more, about the intricacies of being a dominant, how they set boundaries, how they communicated their desires. A true dominant didn’t just take what they wanted; they ensured that their partner was safe, comfortable, and willing. They would care for you, even as they commanded you. It was a delicate balance, one that seemed so foreign and yet so utterly appealing.

Your thoughts spun faster now, more consumed than before. You imagined Aki’s voice in your ear again, telling you what to do, taking control without hesitation. It was all too much, too fast, and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if this is what I need?

In fact, you didn’t stop researching until a knock sounded at your front door – it was distant, but firm. Nearly jumping out of your skin, you slammed your laptop shut and made your way over to the front door. You didn’t recall ordering any deliveries, or anything of the sort, so it was surprising enough that you had received a visitor this late into the evening. It was even more surprising when you stood on your tip-toes to glance through the peephole and saw the silhouette of a man leaning against your doorframe, raven hair disheveled, blue eyes peering back into yours.

And your heart fucking plummetted. 

What the hell is he doing here? You thought.

You totally freaked out, glaring at your messy apartment, at the dainty camisole and pajama shorts you were wearing. In all of your bare-legged glory, you would make for one hell of a sight. (Nevermind the fact that you and he had… well, nevermind.) On any other day, you would have pretended he hadn’t ever knocked in the first place, run around and cleaned the place before he noticed, but a second look at him let you know that he needed help. He had a pained expression on his pretty face, and he was clutching his arm to his side. The white sleeves of his dress shirt were soaked through with a carmine pigment.

Blood.

Immediately, you cast your insignificant worries aside, throwing the door open because, dammit, the man you had been fantasizing about forever was standing right in front of your door with a bleeding arm – and there he was. Standing six-foot-something over you, mouth open as if to apologize before the words caught in his throat. Then, his gaze dropped from your face to your outfit – rather skimpy for the occasion, you understood – and back up to your messy hair.

Is there a draft in here? You wondered, suddenly feeling rather cold.

You opened your mouth… closed it, opened it again, “What…” You swallowed – What are you doing here? “What happened?”

He peered down at you, eyes half-lidded, exhausted, “I was patrolling… alone, and… I got injured by this… this devil– I…” He swallowed, as if it physically wounded him to show up at your doorstep. “Can I come in?”

You knew it was no good. You knew that in here – in your home – you wouldn’t be able to resist him. Still, you would be damned if you turned him away, so you led him into the kitchen. He looked out of place among your things – all things pink and girly, and then there was him, head bumping the cupboards, stained with blood, wearing his Public Safety uniform (or what was left of it, anyway). He leaned against the kitchen counter, bracing his hand on the ledge of the sink for support.

The captain is in my fucking apartment.

He looked like he was in pain.

“Let me see it,” You sighed, gesturing to his shirt. 

He looked away from you, as though flustered by the proximity, the intimacy of it all, yet began undoing his buttons nonetheless. Briefly, your mind flashed back to a certain instance two nights ago when he had done the same thing. Once the shirt was undone, he let it fall off his shoulders, revealing a deep, crimson gash in his left arm. 

Holy shit.

“It’s a lot better than it looks,” He commented, like that makes the situation any better.

“Why the hell were you even patrolling alone?” You huffed, rolling his shirt into a ball and setting it to the side. You made your way over to the bathroom, flicked on the faucet, placed the drain stopper down, and then came back out to him just to put a hand on your hip. Like you had any right to be upset with him – like he owed you an explanation.

What the hell has gotten into me?

“I was supposed to patrol with Kusakabe. He was filling in for Himeno, but he… he called out last minute,” He explained. Meanwhile, you observed the wound – it spanned the length of his entire upper arm, and looked to be a few inches deep. There was dried blood, crusted around it, and you knew it would have to be cleaned.

You pressed your finger into the skin near the wound, unbothered by the gore, to see if it was still actively bleeding. It was, just not as much as it was before. A little bit of blood trickled out, staining the tip of your finger red.

“You should have called me,” You retorted, leading him to the bathroom. On any other day, the action would have been questionable at best, but you weren’t thinking about any of that, not now. You were thinking about helping him. “Why the hell didn’t you call me?”

He looked down at you with the faintest hint of shame behind his eyes, and that was all it took. You realized that the reason he hadn’t called you was the same reason you hadn’t called him. 

Without a word, you pushed him into the bathroom. The tub was somewhere around halfway full with water. 

“Wash up in here,” You sighed, rinsing your hand clean beneath the faucet. You turned to where he was standing, remarkably shirtless and muscular, and you couldn’t help the way your gaze lingered. “I can clean the wound, if you want. Call me if you need me.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would have said that the Captain looked a little flustered by the whole situation. Still, he nodded.

“Thank you,” He answered, voice gruff. No bite, no sarcastic remark, just a thank you, real and genuine.

You nodded back. The moment the bathroom door was shut, you slapped your palms over your face, dragging them down and groaning into your hands. Oh my god. He’s inside of my fucking bathroom. What the hell is going on?

The universe certainly had a cruel idea of a joke.

You stood outside the bathroom, feeling your nerves get the best of you. The door was cracked open just enough to let you hear the faint sounds of running water—an occasional splash followed by the low murmur of his voice. You had to force yourself to take steady breaths, pushing down the rising sense of panic that tightened in your chest, force yourself to step into your room and rummage through your drawers in search for some men’s clothes, something oversized, anything. 

You found a pair of sweatpants an ex boyfriend had left some years ago, and decided that would have to do. You stood there in the room for what had to have been ten minutes, just mulling the situation over in your head.

When you had walked in earlier, you never expected this. Him, shirtless in your bathroom, a wound on his arm that you knew you’d have to clean, and yet somehow, the thought of doing it felt like stepping into uncharted territory. He wasn’t just some soldier you needed to patch up. He was Aki.

What the hell is going on?

You forced yourself to move toward the bathroom, your hands clutching the fresh clothes you'd brought for him. Your heart was thudding in your ears, louder than the sound of water sloshing in the tub, and your palms were suddenly clammy. You were crossing a line, you knew it, but somehow, it didn’t seem to matter. You stepped into the bathroom, your eyes still shut tight, trying to keep yourself from getting too tangled in your thoughts or—worse yet—your emotions.

“I brought you some clothes,” you said, the words spilling out in a rushed, almost anxious tone. You had to keep it together. You didn’t dare open your eyes, afraid of what you might see—afraid of how his presence would make you feel.

"Thanks," Aki responded, voice low, thick with a quiet tension.

You heard him shifting in the water, the sound of his wet skin against the tub. That alone was enough to send your pulse into overdrive, but you had to fight the urge to turn and leave. You had to act normal. It was just a wound, just a wound.

“Can you clean it?” he asked suddenly.

Your body froze. The question was simple, but it hit you like a bolt of lightning, cracking through your calm. You hadn’t expected him to ask you directly, hadn’t expected to feel this… exposed. The words stirred something deep in you, a tension that you couldn’t easily shake. Why the hell was this so hard?

You swallowed, your throat dry as you opened your eyes slowly, careful not to make eye contact just yet. When you glanced over at him, you saw his eyes focused on you, waiting. His expression was unreadable, but you could feel the unspoken weight in the room. He needed your help—you—and you could see how vulnerable he was now. This wasn’t the same guy you sparred with or the one who got under your skin with his sarcastic remarks. No, this was Aki. Just… Aki.

You quickly averted your gaze, swallowing hard. “Sure,” you said, trying to force your voice to sound steady, but it came out a little too breathy. “I’ll clean it.”

You could barely make yourself move. You’d done worse than this before, cleaned far worse injuries, but the thought of it with him made your heart beat faster, your body flush with heat. You didn’t know if you could trust your hands to do the job without betraying how rattled you felt.

You stepped closer to the tub, the sight of him sitting there—half-covered in water, his muscles visible as he leaned back slightly—nearly made you lose your nerve. His skin was still damp, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. You could feel the tension in the air between you both, thick, suffocating.

Don’t look at the water.

You forced your gaze downward, focusing on his arm—the wound still oozing a little blood as you moved in closer. Your fingers brushed against his skin, cool from the water. He flinched slightly, but didn’t pull away.

“Hold still,” you muttered, trying to keep your voice from cracking.

You could feel the warmth radiating off his body, the faint scent of soap and sweat clinging to the air. He was so close—too close—and you couldn’t help but notice how his chest rose and fell with each breath, the soft steam from the water making the whole room feel hazy.

You pressed the cloth gently against the wound, but your fingers lingered on his skin longer than they should have, as if the touch was… necessary. You cursed yourself for the way your pulse sped up, for how his closeness made your body ache in ways you couldn’t ignore. You’d cleaned injuries a hundred times, but with him? It felt different. You couldn’t focus. Couldn’t push past the fact that he was sitting there—vulnerable, exposed—and you were the one tasked with cleaning his wound.

“It’ll sting,” you warned, though you weren’t even sure he was listening. Your mind was too wrapped up in the way your body was reacting to being near him. His arm was so warm beneath your touch, his skin firm yet yielding in a way that felt too intimate for the moment.

“I’m fine,” he replied, his voice calm but with an edge of something else. Was it tension? You couldn’t tell, and it made your stomach twist.

You cleaned the wound, as gently as you could, though your fingers trembled with the effort. You could feel him watching you, could almost sense the way he was reading your every movement. Every breath you took. Every shift in your body. You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but the air seemed to thicken around you both, charged with something unspoken, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on to your control.

He’s showing a remarkable amount of self restraint, you thought. Last time you’d had a wound like this, you were practically howling the entire time.

Then, another thought – the man you were supposed to hate, the man you had just fucked, was sitting in your bathtub, allowing you to bathe his wounds with a tenderness that surprised you. 

What the fuck even are we?

You couldn't stop the thoughts from swirling in your mind, a knot of confusion tightening in your chest. The whole situation felt wrong, yet... strangely right, too. He wasn’t just some soldier you had to patch up anymore. He wasn’t just the man you despised for the things he said or the things he did. He was here, vulnerable in your bathroom, and you were the one taking care of him. Your fingers, hesitant at first, were now moving with ease, pressing into his skin, and you realized you weren’t thinking about the situation, not really. You were just... doing. And yet, every movement felt like an invitation into something far more intimate than either of you had intended.

When you finished, you grabbed a towel from the counter and handed it to him without saying a word. His gaze lingered on your face for a moment, and you caught the faintest glint of something unreadable in his eyes.

“Dry yourself off,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t trust yourself to say anything else, not when your heart was hammering in your chest and your breath was shallow.

He nodded, taking the towel from you. You turned quickly, stepping out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. You needed space. You needed air.

You stood just outside the door, your back against the cool wall, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of the chaotic rush of emotions you were feeling. You tried to focus on anything other than him—his warm skin, his quiet demeanor, the tension that had been building between you both for the past several hours.

But it didn’t help.

When the door opened, you weren’t prepared for what you saw.

Aki stepped out, wearing the pants you’d given him, but no shirt. The sight of him in the soft light of the bathroom was enough to make your breath catch in your throat. His torso was still damp from the water, the hard-earned muscles of his chest and abdomen visible beneath the sheen of moisture on his skin. The faintest hint of the scar on his side, the one you had never noticed before, caught your eye, but it was his eyes that had your full attention. Dark, intense, almost too intense.

Your mouth ran dry, your body frozen in place as you tried—and failed—to look away.

What the hell was wrong with you?

You weren’t supposed to feel this way about him. You weren’t supposed to look at him like this. But you couldn’t help it. The way his body filled out the pants, the way they hung low on his hips, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath—it was all too much, too real, too intimate.

"I think you’re going to need stitches. Is that… okay?" you managed to ask, your voice rougher than you wanted it to be.

Aki’s lips curled into a faint, almost amused smile. You decided that you liked his smile, however uncanny it may have been. “You know how to give stitches?” he replied, his voice low and smooth, like he was savoring the sound of his own words. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the way your gaze lingered on him, which only made the situation worse. He leaned against your kitchen counter like he belonged there.

You nodded stiffly, swallowing hard. “Did some first aid training before I joined your division.”

Of course, you knew how to give stitches. You’d trained for it. But the idea of doing it now, with him standing in your kitchen, that was… different. You were suddenly acutely aware of the space between your bodies, the way the room seemed to shrink with each passing second.

You quickly turned toward the cupboard above the sink. Your fingers brushed against the cool metal handle, but your hand was shaking. Not much, but enough for you to notice. You pushed it open with more force than necessary and reached up to grab the first aid kit. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t dare look back, didn’t dare acknowledge that he was watching you so intently.

The plastic of the kit felt cold in your hands as you set it down on the counter. You fumbled with the latch, your fingers trembling slightly as you worked it open. Why was your heart racing? Why did something as simple as getting a first aid kit feel like you were about to perform surgery in front of an audience? It was just stitches. You’d done it before, a few times, actually. 

But this—this was different. It was him. It was the way your pulse seemed to flutter erratically in your chest, the way you couldn’t quite keep your breath steady.

You told yourself to focus, to just do it.

He needs your help.

With a deep breath, you pulled out the supplies, setting everything down carefully in front of him: the needle, the thread, antiseptic, gauze, and gloves. You avoided looking at Aki, focusing instead on organizing the items, your hands moving almost mechanically, trying to give yourself something to do that didn’t involve thinking about how close he was, about how his presence filled the entire room.

As you set everything out, you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t move. He simply waited, as if this was a normal part of his evening routine.

It wasn’t normal. None of this was.

You tried to steady your breath, your heart hammering as you finally turned to face him. You kept your eyes on his injury, avoiding his eyes as best as you could. “I’m not gonna lie. This is gonna hurt,” you muttered, not entirely sure if it was the wound or your nerves that you were referring to.

Aki didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.

You put on the gloves, the latex cool against your skin, and then grabbed the antiseptic. The bottle felt heavier than it should as you uncapped it, the strong scent of alcohol hitting your nose. The sting it would cause him would be nothing compared to the one in your chest.

Then, well, you got to work. The wound was much more gruesome up close, skin torn wide open. It made your stomach churn.

Focus.

You opened the small, sterile needle, letting the curved hook be exposed to the air. Then, reaching for the forceps, you grabbed the needle and thread.

You took a deep breath. Then, with a wince, you poked the needle into his skin and fed it through to the other side. Aki hissed as you did so. You wound the thread around the forceps and tied the first stitch off, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Aki’s eyes never left you. He was watching intently, his gaze unwavering, as you positioned the needle above the wound. You tried to keep your hands steady, your breath even. With another deep breath, you poked the needle through his skin, feeding it through to the other side. He hissed sharply at the sensation, his body flinching just a little, but he didn’t pull away.

You tugged the needle back through, your grip on the forceps firm as you tied off the first stitch. It felt like an eternity before you finally exhaled, the tension in your chest loosening a fraction. He wasn’t making a sound beyond the brief hiss, but you could feel the discomfort in the way his muscles tensed beneath your hands.

“Good?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from checking.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice rough, the slightest trace of pain still lingering in his words. But there was no protest. No hesitation. Just a quiet, steady patience that made the weight of the situation feel even more intense.

You moved to the second stitch, carefully guiding the needle through his skin again. His eyes were glued to the wound, watching each movement you made with a calm, almost curious intensity. Every now and then, you could feel his gaze shift to your face, but you didn’t let it break your concentration.

With a gentle pull, you finished the second stitch, tying it off swiftly. Aki didn’t wince this time, not until you tugged the thread through the wound, and even then, the flinch was subtle, like he was trying to keep his composure. You could see the effort it took, but he didn’t falter.

“Pretty good at that,” Aki said suddenly, his voice quiet, almost approving.

You glanced up for a moment, surprised by the comment. You didn’t want to acknowledge how his voice sounded a little too smooth for comfort, how his presence seemed to fill the small kitchen.

“Thanks,” you replied, tying off the stitch before moving on to the next. The needle slid easily through his skin now, and the third stitch was in place before you could fully process the sensation.

Time seemed to stretch. The next few stitches came easier, almost mechanical, as you focused on the task at hand. The rhythmic motion of your hands, the way the needle went in and out, was strangely soothing. And yet, with every stitch, there was a weight building in the air—between the both of you.

Your movements slowed when you reached the final stitch, the last piece of thread to pull through. Aki’s silence was deafening now, his eyes still on you. There was a tension in the room that you could feel deep in your chest, and for the first time since starting, you let yourself glance up at him fully.

His hair was down, falling in messy strands around his face. His shirt was still nowhere to be seen, and in the dim bathroom light, his chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the muscles beneath his skin taut. He wasn’t saying anything now. Just watching you.

Your hand faltered slightly as you pulled the last stitch through, your focus shattered by the weight of his gaze. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but you refused to let it show.

Just finish it, you told yourself, trying to ignore the way his presence seemed to fill the entire room.

With a swift, controlled movement, you tied off the final stitch. The wound was closed, the skin now held together neatly with the thread, and you exhaled in relief, not realizing how long you’d been holding your breath.

The silence stretched between you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move just yet. Aki didn’t say anything at first, and then—

“Why didn’t you go to med school?”

The question came out of nowhere, cutting through the tension. You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation.

“What?” you managed, your mind still spinning from the task at hand.

“Why Public Safety?” Aki repeated, his tone soft but curious. “You could’ve gone to med school, or something better. You’re obviously good at this.”

You stared at him, trying to make sense of what he was asking. He was still looking at you, his gaze intense, but now it was… different. Less patient and more searching. Like he was waiting for an answer he wasn’t sure he’d get.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound coming out breathier than you intended. You hadn’t realized just how absurd this entire moment was until the words left your mouth. A man who had just let you stitch him up, his shirtless form standing in front of you with barely a hint of discomfort, and now he was asking you why you chose this path? The path that, ultimately, led you here?

“I was never smart enough in the sciences,” you said, shaking your head lightly, your voice quieter now. “Couldn’t tell you what a molecular compound is to save my life.”

Truthfully, you had always wanted to be a doctor. When your parents passed away, you realized that the dream was totally unrealistic. 

He smiled at you, expression softening, if only for a moment, “Bullshit. You’re too smart for this line of work.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and you realized, almost belatedly, how strange all of this really was. The closeness, the tension, the rawness of the interaction.

“I thought I was a moron?” You asked.

“That’s only when you’re not listening to me,” He sighed. “I think your wits are the reason we butt heads so often.”

And then, just as you finished tying the final knot, you looked up at him. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that made your breath catch in your throat.

“You think I’m smart?” You grinned.

“Don’t push it.”

Aki was still staring at you, his hair falling in soft strands around his face, his eyes locked on yours. And for the first time since you started, you allowed yourself to fully acknowledge the way he made you feel—how your heart beat faster in his presence, how your pulse surged at the intensity of his gaze.

You reached for the gauze, wrapping his entire upper arm in it and then tying that off, too. You cleared your throat and quickly stepped back, suddenly self-conscious. You couldn’t look at him now. Not after all of that.

“I’ll pull the couch out for you,” You sighed, putting the needle back into its sleeve and tossing the kit in the trash. You closed up the first aid kit and set it back in its place, “You’re not walking back home in that condition.”

“I’m fine, really–” Aki grumbled.

You shushed him (and forgot, for a moment, that he was your superior). He didn’t seem too angry about it though. Then, you guided him over to the couch, letting him plop down and flicking the TV on. Some sitcom you didn’t know the name of was on, its grainy laugh track fading into the background as you peered down at him.

He looked so pretty, you thought.

You finished cleaning the bathroom, your hands scrubbing away the remnants of blood and grime, the lingering scent of antiseptic filling the air. The tiles beneath your feet were cool, the harsh fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow across the room. You scrubbed the sink one more time, eyes flicking back to the door every few seconds, but Aki hadn’t moved from the couch. His presence lingered even though he was silent, a weight pressing down on your chest, not entirely unpleasant but still… unsettling.

Once the bathroom was spotless, you stood up, wiping your hands on the edge of your shirt, feeling a quiet satisfaction in the cleanliness. You took a deep breath, a sense of relief sweeping through you. It was strange how mundane things could feel so grounding, as if the normality of it all could erase the madness that had just occurred.

Stepping out into the living room, you glanced at Aki. He was sitting on the couch, slouched back with his eyes fixed on the television. The soft glow of the screen highlighted the faint bruise on his cheekbone, the bandaged arm resting across his lap. Despite the injury, he looked… surprisingly relaxed. You hesitated before walking toward him, the sound of laughter from the sitcom drifting through the air, but neither of you were really watching.

“Hey,” you said, voice a little softer than usual. “How’s the wound?”

He glanced at you briefly, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying the slightest glimmer of awareness. “It’s fine,” he muttered, the words half-hearted, as if he knew you weren’t really asking about his arm.

You moved closer, kneeling down next to him to inspect the gauze. Gently, you pressed your fingertips against the bandage, checking for any sign of discomfort. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and the closeness made your pulse quicken. You had to force yourself to focus, trying to push away the thoughts that lingered from earlier, the heat, the tension, the moment you had shared.

Aki didn’t move as you adjusted the gauze, his gaze still trained on the TV, though his lips twitched slightly, as if he were aware of the change in the air. You finished securing the bandage, your fingers lingering on the fabric just a second longer than necessary, but neither of you spoke. It was one of those moments, quiet and charged, where nothing needed to be said.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you straightened up and moved toward the kitchen, the hum of the sitcom filling the space between you. You grabbed a glass of water, the cold clarity of it a sharp contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in your mind. You walked back over to him, the weight of the moment hanging between you, and offered him the glass.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice gruff but sincere. The way he said it, with that quiet edge, made something tighten in your chest. It felt like more than just gratitude for the water, more than just thanks for the stitches. There was something else buried in his words, something unspoken, and it unsettled you.

You nodded, your fingers brushing his as he took the glass. The brief contact sent a jolt through you, and for a second, you found yourself frozen, watching him sip from the glass as though nothing had changed. But everything had changed. You were acutely aware of the way your body reacted to him, the way your breath felt shallow, how your chest tightened at every little movement. You sat down next to him, against your better judgement.

Aki set the empty glass down on the table beside him, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment. It was as if everything was finally coming to a head, the silence pressing against the both of you, thick with unspoken words. Neither of you said anything, but the weight of it hung in the air like a storm about to break.

You wanted to ask him what he was thinking, what he really wanted, but the words never came. Instead, you found yourself just standing there, looking at him, unsure of what to do next. Aki didn’t break the silence, his gaze now focused somewhere just past your shoulder, his body language still casual, as though he were completely unaffected by the tension that was slowly building between you two.

“We shouldn’t…” You finally broke the silence, your voice quieter than you expected “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know,” He sighed, weakly. “I didn’t know where else to go. I was closer to your apartment than the hospital,” A beat longer, and he was moving to get up. “I can leave.”

“No–” You reached out, stopping him with a gentle hand. “It’s just… we can’t…” You looked at him, “We probably shouldn’t be alone together.”

Aki’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as he leaned in just a little closer. “Why not?”

The words felt heavy in the air, hanging between you like an unspoken challenge. You hesitated, your chest tightening, trying to gather your thoughts as his presence seemed to fill up all the space around you. “Because last time we were alone…” The words trailed off, your gaze flickering to his lips, and you found yourself utterly incapable of stopping the pull between you. The distance between your faces had closed, and every inch of him was so damn close. "We shouldn't be doing this. Not again."

Aki’s voice was a low murmur, barely a sound as he responded, “Probably not.” There was something in his tone, something in the way he looked at you. The way his lips curled up slightly in that faint, almost smug smile. It was clear he wasn’t pulling back. No, there was something magnetic between you both, something unspoken, something undeniable. He can’t stay away, either, you thought. He wasn’t even trying to. Neither of you were.

And then, in a shared, unspoken agreement, you both leaned in. The kiss started slow, tentative, as if you both knew it was the kind of thing that would explode the moment it started. His lips were warm, soft, but there was something raw about the way he kissed you, something that made your breath hitch in your throat. His hands—how had they gotten there?—were suddenly on your skin, fingertips burning as they grazed your sides. The kiss deepened, a kind of desperation creeping in on both sides, as though neither of you could get close enough, couldn’t have enough.

In a fleeting second, you pulled away just enough to catch your breath, your lips brushing against his, your chest rising and falling rapidly. We should talk about this, the thought crossed your mind, but it felt like a distant, useless thing to focus on now. What was the point of talking when the air between you was charged with something so much more powerful?

You broke away from him for just a second, but even as you spoke, you could feel your body leaning back in to his. “One thing will lead to another, and…” You gasped softly as his lips returned to yours, cutting off your words, but you couldn’t care less. Every kiss, every touch made it harder to think straight. Your body was already reacting, responding, melting into him.

“And your arm—you shouldn’t—” you tried to protest between kisses, but the words didn’t even make it out of your mouth properly. Every word was followed by another kiss, deeper, longer, and you found it harder to remember what you’d said just seconds before. Your hand slid to his chest, trying to push him back, but your fingers were trembling, betraying your resolve.

His voice, husky and full of need, broke through your thoughts. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His words hit you like a punch to the gut. Aki wasn’t playing games. There was no mask now, just him—desiring, wanting, needing.

Before you had the chance to respond, his hands were on you, pulling you closer, pushing you down onto the couch. The world seemed to blur, the only thing in focus was him—his lips, his hands, the warmth of his skin against yours. You melted beneath him, your body surrendering, your mind racing. He hadn’t even needed to ask. 

You had wanted this just as badly.

This is dangerous… this is bad for me.

For both of us.

You broke the kiss, your voice barely a whisper against his lips, a breathless plea. “I don’t want you opening your stitches.” You knew it wasn’t practical—hell, it was a terrible idea, but the words left you anyway, as though you could push him back.

But Aki wasn’t listening. Instead, his lips trailed down your neck, a soft, almost reverent touch as he kissed along the sensitive skin. His hands were steady, unwavering as the kisses moved lower, gripping your hips with a force that made you gasp. There was a quiet urgency to him, like he knew he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. His kisses felt like an unspoken promise, like this moment was all that mattered.

Then, he moved lower, kissing the soft, bare skin around your belly button, your navel, your thighs…

We should talk about this.

You couldn’t stop him. You didn’t want to stop him. Not as his kisses tore you apart at the seams, and certainly not when he pulled the loose fabric of your pajama shorts to the side, pressed a kiss to the top of your panties like he’d been longing for it.

You would make the same mistake twice if it meant you got to experience whatever this was one last time.

“Oh, God,” You sighed with bliss when he finally, finally kissed a little lower, right where you needed him.

Later, you thought. We’ll talk about it another time.

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What would Hyuuga Natsuhiko, Minamoto Teru, Wei Liu, Tatsuya Himuro, Reo Mibuchi, Yuuma Isogai, Nagisa Shiota, Tadaomi Karasuma, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and Tachihara Shunzen( the older brother) with a darling that is nice to everyone else but politely declines to interact with them. Ik there are a lot of characters but could you make it a bit suggestive at the end like when the reader is confronted it's past their breaking point so they aren't down for excuses, it's fine if not! Ty!!

I genuinely think that you are the first person who named me so many characters I have never written for before in one request. Not that you'll see me complaining though.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, threats, guilt-tripping,jealousy, violence,abduction, suggestive themes at the end of some of those

Tags: @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78

Avoidance

Liu Wei

🟣​Surely there must be a massive misunderstanding somewhere, although Liu struggles to decipher what it is that has caused such a rift between the two of you before he even had the chance to get to know you better. It is most misunfortunate, especially since the tall boy is not oblivious to his rapidly expanding feelings for you. Perhaps he has done something to offend you, unintentionally that is due to his lack of knowledge about Japan, or maybe you are just freaked out because of his height. All those excuses are immediately accepted in his mind yet a glaringly obvious thing never once seems to cross his mind. That maybe, just maybe, it is his highly unsettling behavior that has left a lingering bad impression and his refusal to back down only proves that point further. There is no escape from those dark eyes that always spot you no matter what you do or where you try to hide, his height only giving him a bigger advantage to easily find you. There is no escape from him either as you constantly find him trailing after you with that apathetic look on his face and it is quite frightening that he isn't even attempting to defend his actions, his gaze locked on your when you glance at him in disbelief and fear.

🟣​His feelings are no secret to Liu but whether he recognises them to be anything potentially obsessive is an entire new chapter after all. In that matter the exchange student finds himself in a rather delusional mindset after all. All is still new for him in this country after all and his feelings fall into the same category, as something new he has to learn and to discover. Gullible as always, he follows the few advices he has gotten from his teammates and parents in multiple attempts to get closer to you and to get to know you better. He follows you around, his eyes constantly try to meet yours and he approaches you whenever he can yet his naivete is abused over and over again as you always decline everything politely and come up with a reasonable excuse on the spot, one he accepts. For a while this seems to work but it doesn't take long for the bitterness to fester inside of him. Dark eyes condemn the people you keep around you as the green-eyed monster known as jealousy awakens inside of him. He doesn't understand what it is they do right that he doesn't and never one to hold back, he finds himself approaching those people boldly and bluntly asking them what it is that they do that he doesn't.

🟣​He scares your friends and you know about that yet he clearly doesn't feel a thing. He just wishes you would notice his dedication and earnestness as he tries everything he is told to break the wall between the two of you yet you only pull further and further away from you. The festering feeling only continues growing as he notices how you avoid him, a mixture of continuous heartbreak and flaring frustration spurring his darker instincts on. It may not show on his face as he wears a very neutral expression most of the time but he vents the bitterness out on people around him and your close friends and acquaintances are often on the receiving end of that developing temper of his. It is highly unpleasant as they find themselves as constant victims of his cold glares and harsh words as he expresses his dissatisfaction with the situation at hand. He hates this all, if he has to be very blunt. All he wants is to get to know you better yet you brush him aside every single time and he doesn't even know what it is he has done wrong in the first place. You have to tell him. How is he supposed to know what he is doing wrong? He is in a country that isn't his home and those feelings are new for him too.

🟣​You feel rather anxious when you leave school only to find Liu following you one day, not even bothering to hide it. No matter how much you increase your pace, his large steps easily catch up and from the corner of your eyes you can see how he gets closer and closer to you. A huge hand grabs your shoulders and forces you to stop as his deadpan voice asks you if you could give him a moment. There is a growing unease on your mind, your eyes darting around as you try to come up with an excuse yet he cuts you off bluntly, his gaze heavy on your form as he tells you that he will only need a few minutes. Your heart can only pound against your chest as you inspect him warily. There is nothing that could have prepared you for the unexpected horror seeping through you when his lips suddenly smash against yours, his other hand seizing your nape to push your mouth against his own. Dreadful seconds pass before he finally releases you and admits his feelings to you, seemingly unfazed by the forceful kiss he just submitted you to. His eyes are filled with dark determination as he informs you that he intends to be much more direct with his feelings for you from now on.

Himuro Tatsuya

◾️Himuro has had his eyes on you for a while now, long enough to recognise that there is definitely a real interest he has in you. The handsome boy is quite observant of his own feelings though so he will have it figured out soon that an interest is quite understating what is going on in his heart right now. Tatsuya hides his obsession smoothly though as no one would suspect anything. His self-control doesn't mean that he plans to give you up though as he plans to court you and win you over for himself, whether it is because or in spite of his obsession is a blurry line though. The attitude he is met with when he approaches you is rather disheartening though. Tatsuya has observed you for a longer while now and he has observed you long enough to notice the inconsistency in your behavior around him in comparison to other people. You have always been a very kind and open-hearted person but it is glaringly obvious that you choose to avoid him as you always have a polite excuse in store when he is the one who asks for your time. There is a distance you wish to uphold between him and you and whilst it hurts Himuro, he initially tries to see what it is that may have triggered this.

◾️Maybe it is his popularity that has led you to see the need to not interact with him as you may think of him as insincere and a playboy or simply fear potential jealousy that his fangirls may direct at you. If that should be true, he is more than determined to prove you wrong. Aware that he shouldn't be too pushy in order to not come over as desperate nor annoying though, he goes for a more subtle approach. You are always among the first people he greets when he sees you and there are always things like your favorite snacks or drinks he brings with him occasionally to give them to you, especially if it's a rather hot day will he act like your personal vending machine. As a member of the Student Council he always keeps you informed about current updates and often likes to ask for your opinion on subjects, even taking them into consideration. There is a cunning air to it all though as you find yourself being more involved with him, especially when he starts socialising more with classmates and friends of yours. Himuro knows what he is doing though as he spies on you by befriending your own friends, treating them secretly more as a mean to achieve his goal quicker.

◾️There is a sleeping monster made out of envy and insecurity hiding behind his poker face though, one that grows quite restless the more time passes. Anyone else would have already fallen for him or would have at least shown some signs of attraction yet you are still as fleeting as the day he first met you. What is he doing wrong? Nothing, he includes after a good while of self-reflecting. He has done nothing that could have roused your suspicion or that could have made you feel uncomfortable around him. He has always been only helpful and kind to you. With this possibility out of the way, his mind drifts towards another one that has him instantly on edge. Perhaps he hasn't enough for you. It is this idea that fills him with growing jealousy as a bitterness he has always had against naturally talented people appears. He starts cracking and you see that on the day he catches you with Murasakibara, chatting in a carefree manner. You've never done that with him. The shock on your face is evident when he storms over, his normally stoic expression twisted by hurt and anger that he barely manages to swallow down when he reaches you two and separates you two, his heart poisoned.

◾️It is irrational jealousy that leads you into the unfortunate situation of being indirectly betrayed by your own friends whose assistance he requests and they fall easily for his charm as they help to set you two up, unaware of what is about to occur. There are cracks on the surface as his eyes contrast his usual poker face, the growing anger and jealousy almost palpable. It is the very moment you dare to voice yet another excuse that finally makes the thread snap and all the bitterness and anger erupts, clearly visible on his face. His frustration and resentfulness is audible as he asks you what it is that he would have to do to be finally worthy of your time, eyes ablaze as he stares at you. As soon as you take one step back, he takes one forward until you find yourself pressed against the wall. There are tears in your eyes yet he is far too caught up in his own pain to care too much. You don't even get another chance to beg him to let you go as the moment your lips part, he instantly silences you with an impulsive kiss, hands pushing you harder against the wall as he presses himself against your body in a desperate manner, only pulling away when he tastes salty tears, whether they are yours or his he does not know.

Mibuchi Reo

🌃​Mibuchi Reo is a rather interesting case as he is simultanously rather uptight yet also quite open about his feelings. Affectionate with the nicknames he chooses to call you by and the infatuated glances he gives you, the moment people like Hayama even dare to point it out to him, Mibuchi becomes rather displeased and quickly starts chastising him with an annoyed glare on his face. He isn't one to deny his own feelings of course but he is rather sensitive when other people point it out to him, especially those he knows would only give him a headache. You see, he is a rather possessive man who would like to hoard you for himself without people constantly interfering and pointing the obvious out. This is only further amplified when he comes to realise that you are quite set on the irrational decision to avoid him no matter what. Your smile is almost, but only almost, as sickenly sweet as his own when he approaches you when you are alone as he feels more inclined to be open about his affection. Very open. You leave him alone rather stunned after the first time as you hurry away without making it look like you are running away, his pointed glare adding to your nervousness.

🌃​He does not take it well at all and this is quite obvious to his teammates. He is brooding the entire time, deep in thought as a sigh escapes his lips more than once during training. Hayama and Nebuya use that chance in an attempt to get under his skin by teasing him but they get more than they asked for when normally gentle eyes stare at them creepily as he reminds them with a lopsided grin on his face that he would appreciate it if they wouldn't make fun of his personal problems since he does not appreciate it at all. They keep quiet for the rest of the training whilst he does his best to not dwell on it, at least not during practice with Akashi. He tries his luck again the next day, although much to his dismay he isn't able to catch you alone this time which is why he tones his affection significantly down, although it is still quite obvious to the untrained eye that he is rather besotted with you. Once again he finds himseld being indirectly rejected by you, this time in front of all your friends. It is a blow to his feelings as much as it is to his ego but he forces himself to not show any of his hurt feelings. Not in front of other people. It almost looks convincing if you wouldn't know better.

🌃​There is no Reo for you the next few days as he doesn't seek you out but it doesn't really ease your nerves that much. He makes an effort to act fairly normal the following days, although he really has to strain his eyes to not let his gaze wander to you and to immerse himself in sweet, little daydreams. Oh, if only you'd know how much you torment him with your rejection. You truly do not know what you are creating, do you? He can just sense the unease radiating off of you when he catches you all by yourself again, the gentleness in his eyes once again accompanied by this sweetly obsessive glimmer he only shows when he is alone with you. Your heart is pounding as you do your best to politely decline his request once again. Your skin is prickling when his smile twists into something comparable to what you'd see in a horror movie. The silence is crushing you yet he lets you bathing in it on purpose before he suddenly lifts his index finger, not dropping his grin as he stares at you. For a moment you wish he would just chastise you for rejecting him again, to say anything to ease you. You can only fret in cold sweat when he instead leaves you wordlessly as you try to figure out what his gesture just meant.

🌃​Days pass by without any incident yet it feels more akin to the calm before the dreaded storm which doesn't allow you a moment of peace. You almost feel tempted to approach Mibuchi yourself and it takes a lot of concentration to stop yourself from begging him to stop. Then he appears behind you nearly a week later and you nearly die of the heart attack you receive when his fingers tentatively grace your sides. The question he asks you in that same sweet tone that day is the same one he has already asked you before and never before have you shot him down faster, barely able to keep your tone steady as you ask him pleadingly to stop his behavior around you as you even bow your head. In hindsight you would have prepared that infatuated expression over the blank coldness on his face when you straighten your back again. You quickly bow out of the situation, or at least try to do so. His long arm reaches for you and tugs you with force back though, the unexpected surprise causing you to stumble against his back. Both of his arms tighten tighten around your form, his face suddenly in the crook of your neck as he takes deep whiffs of your scent before you feel his lips against the skin.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko

💎​Shibusawa has long grown bored of the world and the people inside of it. Nothing surprises nor excites him anymore, his life a dull one where the only thing he can do is collect riches and gifts as a short-lived game to entertain himself with. Your existence finally breaks that gray cycle he has found himself in for years. There is a warm buzz in his heart when he indulges in thoughts of you and a pleasant shudder in his body when he gets close to you, his hands always trying to reach out for you and to touch you to feel that electrical tingle as soon as his skin connects with yours. The excessive habit of his to hoard treasure in various forms extends to you now as well as Shibusawa wishes to hoard and keep you for himself, the most valuable gem he could over possess one that lives and breathes. Obviously he is not blind to the way you always pull away from him when he wants to ask you to spend time with him, the slight discomfort hidden behind your polite exterior glaringly obvious to his trained eye. He could end it all of course as he has all the needed tools at his hands to simply whisk you away within the same hour but he refuses to use them.

💎​There is thrill in his chest after all, his heart feeling like it is beating for the first time vigorously in his chest again after years of having fallen into a sad rhythm of boredom. It would be so easy to simply take you but instead Shibusawa decides to play along with the goal to win your heart over through his own effort. He has always the choice to abduct you after all, he can effort to play around and engage in this cute game of yours. Every information he gains, he tries to figure out by himself instead of letting other people do the work. Everything feels much sweeter when he sees it with his own eyes after all instead of only reading it on a white file. His obsession truly yearns to devour everything and he throws himself at every new discovery like a starved animal and in a way his heart and soul are indeed starved. Starved for anything to fill the emptiness, an emptiness you so effortlessly mend and all that without being aware of it. Your dismissive behavior whenever he asks for your time may be a tiny bit disheartening but he is too much in love with the challenge to end everything already. There is so much to learn, so much to discover about you after all.

💎​A man of his intellect notices even small details easily, although if he is not someone you like keeping close to you. It deeply unnerves you how much he has picked up on after only a while of knowing you as he can even point out the little habits and ticks of you that you show without consciously being aware of it. The excessive knowledge you think he shouldn't have about you is a faraway cry from what he is feeling. It isn't enough. Tatsuhiko knows that there is still so much left that he doesn't know about you and with each passing day the urge to find out what he hasn't seen yet grows stronger and stronger. It is then that your polite decline every time he suggests that you two could spend some time together starts bothering him. You deprive him of something that is worth more to him than all the gold and jewels he has hoarded somewhere, prevent him from filling the gap in his heart that starts aching the moment your presence disappears. Hollow desperation claws at his chest, something Shibusawa is not used to feel at all and he does not need long before arriving at the conclusion that he does not enjoy this all-consuming emptiness he feels. Perhaps the time has finally come.

💎​You have a hard time figuring out how he even found your address when he rings one night on your door and gracefully moves his way around you before you can even think about closing the door. Your body posture is wary and ready to attack until he decides to finally confess all the grief he feels in his heart in disturbing ways as he expresses his morbid desire to strip you of all your secrets because only then will he feel whole again. Unfortunately you want to keep those secrets to yourself and as much fun as this game has been, it is time for him to collect his treasure. You're fully prepared to fight and run away but his reflexes are far too fast as he pulls out a syringe and injects something into your arm. The effects only take seconds to show as you suddenly go down on your knees, your legs losing all of their strength. He drags you to the couch and you can barely gather the strength to weakly flail around before your heaved up. His voice is soothing and calm as he tells you that the effects will disappear after a few hours, his fingers dancing over your body before suddenly starting to remove your shirt gently. A few hours is more than enough time to satiate some of his curiosity after all.

Tachihara Shunzen

🟫​A quiet aura and calm expression do not always have to imply that someone is doing well as sorrow and trauma come in various forms. Shunzen's pain is a parasite, one that silently feasts on his flesh on the inside whilst he pretends to be okay on the outside. War does not have winners and losers after all, it leaves everyone with either death or wounds that will never heal, whether those are physical ones or mental ones. Worst of all is that no one would truly understand the horror that has him at times still breaking out in cold sweat, not unless they saw and felt the same horrifying images he had to go through. No one deserves to go through what he went through either so Shunzen hides away the pain, allowing it to rot his flesh away from the inside. His obsession for you is only another bug eating away at him as he does the same thing he has always done since the war ended. Burrying everything that he shouldn't bother others with away somewhere deep inside. Initially it seems to work like it has always done but soon the feeling festers and cracks slowly start to appear within the wall he has carefully built. He doesn't know whether that is a good or a bad thing.

🟫Years of war have made him cautious and warily of his surroundings, have sharpened his senses and given him the ability to assess information at a quicker pace. You do not want to spend time with him for some reason but he knows that it isn't because you are a bad person. He has seen how kind and patient you are with other people, he knows how nice you are to his younger brother from the stories he always tells him about you. Knowing that though bears the question why you single him out as much as you do. Perhaps it is because you have some information about his past as a soldier, it isn't uncommon for former soldiers to end up being made into outsiders. He won't deny that he has done some terrible things but on a battlefield the kind hearts are always the first ones to die as it is either living or dying in a war and he was able to live, thanks to a little girl. He reasons with himself though as he decides to simply stay content for now by observing you and keeping an eye out for you, always alert for any danger that could happen to you at any time. Old habits are hard to shake off after all, especially when they determined whether he'd live to see another day or not.

🟫Initial humbleness to respect your choice fades away with time though as he can feel the obsession crawling around inside his chest, spreading like a virus as it robs him of his control. There is a silent demand echoing around in his head that gets harder to ignore as time passes. He deserves your kindness just as much as everyone else. No, he especially deserves it after the living hell he had to go through. He served and fought for his own country, for people like you. Doesn't he deserve more respect and kindness than that? The desperation tugging at his heartstrings is hard to ignore as those thoughts grow louder and louder inside of his head, almost deafening him at times. Fissures appear all over his heart and mind, forcing the feelings he has been trying to ignore to resurface and clawing at his crumbling walls in demand to be let out. Images flash before his eyes, his ears are ringing and every breath starts stinging as if he has just inhaled smoke. Words are unable to leave his mouth as he seeks you out, hands slightly shaking as his eyes silently beg for you to help him. He needs someone right now and his heart would never settle for anyone else than you. You pretend like you don't see him though.

🟫That's when the wall shatters and everything that has been rotting away in his heart is finally unleashed. He's drowning with each new wave that overcomes him, left alone to navigate through all of it. It doesn't have to be that way though... It shouldn't have to be. Shunzen has always been someone whose character has been almost too dainty for everything he went through but it is only on that night that you see his true self. All of emotions are worn on his face, his feelings raw and bleeding out of his eyes in form of salty tears. Cold sweat is covering every inch of his body, his eyes inspecting you with a newfound desperation as if you are the oasis in the desert. There is a familiar ringing in his ears again, every flicker of light triggering memories of explosions around him. His steps are surprisingly fast for someone who is trembling as much as he does as he reaches out for you, embracing you tightly as your words don't even reach him amongst all the other noises he hears. Guilt stirs awake inside of you only to be dimmed the moment his lips find yours in a messy kiss, his arms pressing you tightly against his body. That's when he finally finds silence within his mind and heart.

Shiota Nagisa

🐍​Nagisa is already an individual who is secretly fighting with a low self-esteem as neither his grades have ever stood out nor anything else about him. Even his own mother has expressed occasionally that she has wished for a girl but got a boy instead, although over the years his relationship with her majorly improved. It is this low opinion that has been installed into every crevice of his body that prevents him from daring to get any closer to you initially. Your kindness is what has always attracted him to you yet he fears that he might become the exception. There is no valid proof for this thesis of his but the anxiety is a chain that binds nevertheless. The blue-haired boy is always found around you but never with you. Skills he has learned from his precious sensei are used to stalk you and so skillfully that no one even notices. Nagisa blends in effortlessly, hides from your sight even if he might be closer than you would ever be comfortable to find out. He's in trees, bushes or even trailing right behind you as he enjoys your smile and your laughter from a safe distance. It is a needless torture he subjects himself willingly too though as his longing for you only grows the longer he stalks you.

🐍​It takes a lot of courage from is part and fillip from his friends before he finally decides to ask you if you would like to hang out with him. Multiple times he has found himself standing close to you only to shy away in the last moment when your gaze met his. In hindsight it would have been better for his sanity if he would have done the same again. Lots of things would have been better than seeing the look in your eyes when he asks you if you'd like to go on a date with him. The surprise, the pity and then the guilt as you already know your answer. No amount of politeness from your side could soften the blow as a heart far too fragile for someone with his skills is shattered into little pieces. There is a telling stinging in his eyes as he mumbles an apology for having bothered you before he disappears, the pain he is in in that moment indescribable. He shouldn't have expected anything else though. This was bound to happen. What was he even thinking in the first place? He is not everyone after all. Days fly by as he doesn't show himself in front of you anymore. He fears that he would break down again if you were to spot him and give him that same pitying look.

🐍​His stalking tendencies increase though as a result of avoiding you directly. It doesn't save him from the pain but it is preferable to the other option. Insecurities only heighten as he wonders every day and night what other people have that he doesn't only to beat himself down as he knows that others have always stood out more than he did. That hasn't changed even after graduating middle school. Even as he tells himself this over and over again though, the pain still stays. Jealousy has rarely been something that can be simply ignored after all as Nagisa knows what it is his heart wants. Why can't you spend some time with him? What would he have to do? He can change himself for you if you want him to! Caught up in his won desperation, he is too blinded to realise that it is this toxic mindset that only pushes you farther away from him. It is quite the dangerous game both of you are playing, although you are the one who is in the most danger. You see Nagisa cracking and crumbling, wonder if it is only your anxious imagination that sometimes catches glimpses of him as you walk around outside. A tiny part of you feels horrible but your fear is stronger than your guilt.

🐍​That is how you awake one night abruptly, you initially don't know why yourself. Much to your horror when you turn on the bedside lamp, you find Nagisa standing at the end of your bed, staring at you with a foreign gleam in those blue eyes. You want to let out a scream but you are barely able to open your lips before he's suddenly kneeling above you, one of his hands muffling the sound of your scream. Your body goes deadly rigid when you stare directly into those empty eyes, barely recognising Nagisa as it almost looks like he is a different person now. His voice is quiet yet eerily intense as he warns you to keep quiet as he removes his hand from your mouth. You barely dare to breathe when he withdraws himself from your form, your heartbeat playing a frightened melody in your chest. You're too afraid to even look at him as you gaze at your sweaty palms before his voice speaks up again. The more vulnerable and shaking tone he uses sounds much more like the person you know as he asks why you had to always ignore him. You don't get to answer though, darkness flooding your vision as he knocks you out. A pair of warm lips is the last thing you feel before passing out.

Isogai Yuma

🟤​Even when Yuma spent his time being made into an outsider during middle school, his kind and considerate nature never faded away throughout it all as he instead made new friends he still keeps in contact with years later. It is the warmhearted nature in you that attracts him to you as well as he admires you. Always honest and staying true to your feelings, you never miss out to express your own opinion and emotions clearly without losing your head. Yuma is quite content to just watch you for a while, his admiration steadily growing as he sees more and more of your heart you openly carry on your sleeves. Soon he finds himself longing for more than to just simply observe you throughout your day at work. Unlike his former blue-haired classmate though, Isogai goes through no such troubles as a low self-confidence. Instead he approaches you kindly and welcoming, acting on his wish to get to know you better and to spend more time with you. There are no signs that he is pushing anything though as he knows that he shouldn't force any more meaningful relationship on you as your consens is something he values which is why he wants to see how you feel about him.

🟤​Isogai is no fool though and soon it becomes obvious that this is getting nowhere. You never attempt to deepen the relationship between the two of you beyond the one of friendly co-workers who can chat throughout the day. Taking notice of that, Yuma decides to switch positions and to be the one who tries the first step. He asks you out when both of you are alone, realistic yet distracted by his beating heart. You can only give him an apologetic smile as you decline his offer and merely tell him that you feel flattered but do not have the time and interest to think about a serious relationship. Yuma can only do his best attempts to hide his hurt feelings but respects your decision nevertheless. Somehow he expected such a reply from you for some reasons. As much as it hurts him to admit, it is quite obvious that your interest in him has always been rather limited and you only find yourself spending that much time with him because both of you work together in the same job as often as you do. There is a clear line you have drawn though, one that doesn't want him as anything more than the acquaintance at work. A decision that isn't all that welcming in Isogai's eyes.

🟤​He has always been quite beloved with the ladies and he still is but he has never allowed himself to think of him as something better just because he looks good and has the considerate and gentle character to match his appearance. With everything that is going on involving you though, he starts wondering what exactly it is about him specifically that has you acting so uptight. After all you do not have the same problem with other people you work with or call your friends. No, it is only him and it is a terrible feeling to see how everyone is given your kindness yet he is the only one who is somehow left behind. He has been trying to get some answers from you, hasn't given up to ask you every once in a while after hoping that you have had enough time to consider and forget but your answer in its core has never changed, only the excuses you use. Something sparks within him every time you give him a new excuse to avoid him as politely as possible and it slowly alters him. No, rather it adds something that he has never felt or thought before. It is new and frightening but feeds off of his growing frustration and confusion every time another lie leaves your lips.

🟤​Yuma finds himself eventually doing something he has never done before. He actively uses your friends to his advantage to get a chance to have time with you alone as he just wishes to talk to you without running away. They are easily charmed by him and whilst a part of him feels guilty, another part of him has gotten quite relentless. The betrayal in your eyes is hard to miss when he appears whilst your friends drag you somewhere only to leave you as soon as he is there, their giggles fueling your anger as they are oblivious to the situation. Through gritted teeth you excuse yourself as you turn around with every intention to leave only to be left perplexed by his fast movements as he blocks the path before locking the door, throwing the key away. his eyes have lost part of their kind glow as he reminds you that he just wishes to talk to you. There is a tension surrounding you which differs from the normally warm aura that is always where he is. When you slowly back away from him, his hands suddenly grab your arms and panic trails up and down your spine, the air turning even more prickly, clearly out of patience by now. Sit down and calm down. He just wants to talk with you.

Karasuma Tadaoi

⬛​Karasuma has one notable weakness and that is his terrible density. Clearly he hasn't even grasped the full extent of his emotions for you yet even if he is already acting on them. His eyes are always on you the moment he enters his field of vision and he never really lets you out of his sight the moment that happens either. His entire exterior is quite tough and intimidating so under his gaze you always feel rather pressured but are too nervous to speak up. Eventually he always takes notice of your growing fear and withdraws his gaze, his eyebrows furrowed as he wonders what just overcame him to stare so indecently at you for such a long time. There is no denial that he catches himself multiple times more staring at you. As an agent, a highly respected one at that, he has a considerable amount of influence and power and partially he uses that, although he does not see the malicious intentions behind it. He likes to keep tabs on you, although you are neither a threat nor are you in any danger. Karasuma himself has a hard time understanding yet why he is doing all of that. If he had to make an accurate guess though, it would probably be that it helps him to feel more relaxed.

⬛​He isn't as ignorant to never figure it out though. Somewhere along the line is the realisation that he has feelings for you, although he must admit that the extent of those feelings is rather concerning. He keeps a distance from you after he has solved the puzzle finally, doesn't try to get involved with anything that involves you all in an attempt to rid himself of those dark urges. For the first time he is stuck in a situation where he can't do something even if he puts his mind to it though. There is shame and frustration swirling around all within him as his focus is dwindling much to his annoyance. Eventually he has to come to the realisation that nothing good will come out of all of this and that instead the most convenient way seems to do what he has been doing before, only that now he should actually try to make an effort to get to know you better. He is dressed well when he finally approaches you, his mind focused as if this were a mission. If he is hurt or surprised when you decline his offer for a shared cup of coffee together, he doesn't show it. His face doesn't give anything away and somehow that only makes you more anxious as you have no way to read him or his current thoughts and feelings.

⬛​It is quite hard for Karasuma to decipher how exactly he feels after your rejection. He wonders if it was his own fault as he has been told quite often before that he has a rather intimidating appearance and even if he is dense when it comes to love, he is rather skilled to spot the signs of anxiety and stress your body shows when you are aware that his presence is close, even if you try to be polite about it all. Pinning this down as the problem that has to be solved, Karasuma approaches everything still with the efficiency as if it would be an important mission. He determines what you like and what he can do to have you feel more at ease when around him. There is a lot of effort and even you can sense that as he tries to soften his expression when around you and rids his voice of any overly harsh tone when he talks to you. Still, your decision to not get involved deeply with him seems to stay the same and for the first time in his life he finds himself annoyed by someone else's professionalism. He knows that he has no right to force you into anything with him yet there is a growing possessive urge within him, one that only gets fueled every time you avoid him again.

⬛​When you receive an order for him as he wishes to see you in his office, your heartbeat goes almost through the roof as the tension between the two of you has been nothing short of suffocating since a longer while now. Still, orders are orders and so you find yourself sitting in his office after a while. The silence is thick enough that you could cut it with a knife if you had one as he just sits in front of you, dark eyes inspecting you whilst he lets you soak in the heavy tension. Then, out of the blue with unfiltered words, he expresses his interest in you. You nearly choke on the air. Obviously you have had suspicions of your own but you never expected Karasuma of all people to be so direct about it. The not so romantic confession is immediately followed by a request for you to be officially his. At this you find yourself in utter shock as you thought that you had made your opinion already quite clear. Even if he is your superior, you have no intention to keep quiet about this. At least those are the plans until both of his hands smother you suddenly, his gaze darker than you remembered as he corrects himself. This was no request. This was a demand.

Hyuuga Natsuhiko

🔴​Natsuhiko's motives have always been on the more dubious side as he seems to choose his sides based on the shallow reason of what interests him at the moment. This seems to align nicely with his motives for hanging out with you initially. You just happen to have caught his interest and Natsuhiko is rather persistent with his attempts to get to know you. Your declines and rejections are rather familiar to him by now as he has already asked you countless times for your time and dates yet he is always met with the same polite smile as you once again put him down. It is quite hard to determine whether to feel pity for him for being such a perpetual fool or for you as you are the one suffering from such a dense admirer of yours. It all may seem harmless at the surface but feelings have already begun to blossom in Natsuhiko's chest as his interest in you only deepens in spite of your clear demeanor that you hold no interest in him that would go any further than suggesting that both of you are something more than classmates. If it would have been anyone else, they would have probably given up by now. Natsuhiko isn't everyone else though and his obsession only pushes him to go further.

🔴​So obsessed is he in fact that your sugar-coated words of rejection do not even bother him much anymore. He desires your attention above anything else, no matter how minimal it may be. Whenever you reject him, you pay attention to him. You give him that deceptive smile that still looks beautiful even though he is aware that it isn't sincere and your gaze is focused on his. Whether you share his mindset or not, in Hyuuga's mind in those moments you belong completely to him as you never pay as much attention to him as in those moments. His heart is always beating inside his chest after such moments as he yearns for your attention again. He regularly confesses to you after that to savor that sweet moment where he is all you focus on yet unfortunately this feeling passes too fast for him to fully indulge in it. This is the main reason why he increases his clingy antics by a lot as he yearns for more attention from you. There is always a rather nonchalant air around him when he follows you around, seemingly indifferent to the fact that you can clearly see him. Even confronting him about his creepy behavior doesn't deter him the least as he instead gets excited that you look at him.

🔴​Do not think that he is oblivious. He might appear lazy at times but he isn't as stupid and sleezy as some may believe him to be. Of course he knows that his behavior would scare some and he clearly notices that it gets under your nerves too. It's just that he doesn't really care about it that much as long as you give him the attention he desires, even if it is negative one. In fact you only encourage him to keep going if you turn around as it confirms to him that he can gain your focus if he annoys you by following you around and always watching you. Despite his grander knowledge of the current situation, Natsuhiko does like daydreaming about you when he has the time, especially when he can watch you and you either ignore him or haven't noticed him yet. Just maybe there is a slice of delusion somewhere within him as he does believe that those daydreams will be reality one day. He just has to make sure that you focus on him more. Much more than you are doing now as your mind is still filled with school and other things. His mind on the other hand is clouded with everything involving you and he would appreciate if you would think about him as much as he thinks about you.

🔴​Ultimately it is simply not enough for him. The scrappy slivers of attention from you are far from what he truly desires and it only gets worse because he sees everyday how willingly you give other people the attention and affection he would like for himself. A reckless decision pays off though when he manages to convince Tsukasa ro assist him so that he can have you for himself without your friends or anyone else around. There are no ulterior motives though as he doesn't even intend to pressure you into a relationship with him. He might do that another time. For now he is just relishing in the fact that there is only you and him, his heart pounding with giddiness even as you ask him what just happened and where everyone else has suddenly gone. His eyes drink it all in though, your slight fear that you hide behind a courageous mask as you confront him and demand this time to know what just happened because clearly Hyuuga is in on something that you aren't. So close. You are so close to him, your eyes glaring at him yet your poor attempts to intimidate him do the complete opposite as his excitement gets the better of him and lips clash against your own in a reckless and messy kiss.

Minamoto Teru

💛​By all accounts, Teru has his hands rather full. He is the president of the Student Council, always ranks first amongst all students in school and then there is also his secret occupation as an exorcist that most students do not know about. There are lots of duties loaded on his young shoulders yet he manages to do them all and still makes time for you. He is not one to deny his feelings because even if he would, he isn't sure if he could with the way they have already spun out of all control. An obsession is the last thing he would have expected to happen to him yet here he is as all of his thoughts and feelings suddenly revolve around you as if you were the sun. Credit is given where credit is due though, he hides it exceptionally well behind his normally calm and kind attitude. Secretly he likes to keep an eye out for you though as he is most familiar with the supernatural lurking around every corner of the school which does give him a strong protective vein that is at times hard to ignore, especially when he senses something that is dangerously close to your classroom. There is more attention he gives you as time passes and the initial shock melts away and he slowly starts embracing his obsession.

💛​It is around the same time that he starts considering that he should start to seriously woo you. Now that the shame and guilt have been replaced by a gradual acceptance of his feelings, the possessive core of his starts acting up ever so slightly. Teru knows that he would never get over it if someone else were to date you and whilst he isn't just yet sure how exactly he would react, he can already tell that it wouldn't be pleasant. Better prevent a problem before it can even happen rather than fixing it. As much as he doesn't want to be conceited about his reputation, he goes into this all with a fair amount of confidence. He works hard and it always shows after all. As polite as you may try to be though, you aren't fooling Teru. He has perceptive eyes that notice the little twitches in your face and the way you fidget with your hands when he is around you. For reasons he is not sure about yet himself, his presence makes you uncomfortable. The signal you give out silently whenever he asks if he can walk you home or if you'd like him to help you with schoolwork due to his exceeding grades is obvious. You do not wish to get to know him any better and would prefer to keep your distance.

💛​He must say that he is rather hurt as he realises this. The worst about it all is that Teru doesn't even know what it is exactly that has caused you to feel this way about him to begin with. There have been moments where he has asked you very subtly if there is something that you don't like about him but he has never gotten the answers he has hoped to receive. If he doesn't know what is wrong, he can't fix it after all. It isn't like him to simply give up of course and he still does his best to figure out what he can do to get you to trust him more but your heart seems as unmovable as a mountain as your opinion seems to have been already decided a long time ago. This does frustrate him eventually as he wonders what he has ever done to you for you to be so unwilling to even give him a chance. Nothing persuades you and gradually his heart gets venomed with dark feelings that start festering alongside with his growing frustration and pain. What is it that he is doing wrong? His young heart gets corrupted eventually as he goes through his first heartbreak with your continuous rejections. A dangerous feeling of anger sparks within him. He is not going to play the part of the hopelessly lovesick fool with you.

💛​For the first time he abuses the authority he has as he uses his position as the president of the student council to lure you to his side, all by yourself. He can already tell that you are not exactly thrilled to be here but that's alright. After today things will be different after all. You don't look overly surprised when Teru confesses his feelings to you, only a tired look on your face as you prepare yourself to let him down again. Only that he stops you by lifting his hand and stating that he knows already that you don't feel the same way he does. Confusion and the tiniest spark of hope fill you that maybe he has finally understood but it is quickly snuffed out when his his normally kind expression loses its warmth. There is a certain emptiness to his gaze that makes you uneasy as he asks you why you push him so vehemently away, blue eyes demanding an answer from you. There is no reply from you though, causing him to let out an ominous sigh as he steps closer, hands seizing your shoulders to stop you from moving away. He admits to you that he is tired of waiting for you and wants to take everything into his own hands before he leans in, his lips brushing over your own before traveling down your neck.

[purinfelix]

possibly, maybe i'm falling for you [pt. 2]- joao felix

summary: after almost a month of ditching shifts to avoid the new barista at work, you're forced to work a closing shift together with no way out ( read part 1 here ) w/c: 2.4k

a/n: okay if i'm being completely honest this isn't my best work and also ended up being way longer than i expected (but i'm on a roll tonight and ik if i don't finish this rn i never will sooo....) hoping this won't flop <//3

You had done a lot of stupid things in your life, but you were fairly sure this had taken the cake. Though part of you, the immature part was also slightly proud of how smart you had been about all of these - it was borderline genius.

You had spent the past month or so meticulously orchestrating your work schedule. Whenever the roster for the week dropped, you would scan over it obsessively, every name and every timeslot. If it wasn't to your hopes you'd immediately message your boss with some excuse - "Uni work is piling up.", "I need to catsit for a friend.", "Caught a nasty cold." - for why you wouldn't be able to make it. You were fairly sure she would catch on soon enough, but even if she did she still obliged and let you switch to another day. Was it tedious and a little more stressful than you'd like? Sure - but it was what you had resorted to, in order to avoid the new barista.

At first, you weren't entirely sure why you were going through all this effort after only working a single shift with him. He hadn't been that bad of a coworker, in fact, he was perfect. He managed to stay on top of orders and keep the station clean at the same time, a feat not many could achieve - and to top it all off, he was thoroughly polite.

But the more you caught yourself avoiding him, the more it started to click. Sure, it was annoying that he was basically perfect at his job and even more irritating that he got tips for just looking good, but even those weren't good enough reasons to hate him. It dawned on you throughout the weeks, with each shift you took without him - which was still full of people coming in to ask "Where that good-looking barista is?" - that you didn't really hate Joao at all. In fact, that couldn't be further from the truth.

The realisation dawned on you largely against your own will. You tried everything to combat it, tell yourself you couldn't possibly feel like that about someone you had barely spoken to, let alone your coworker. And strangely enough, avoiding him - which you had hoped would help you forget about him - only made it worse, giving you time to conjure up ridiculous thoughts about him, what he was doing, what he thought about you. Admittedly, you regretted slightly being so mean to him the first, and last, time you shared a shift.

If only I had a chance to apologise, then maybe it would be alright, you thought, turning over in bed before bringing up a hand to shield your tired eyes from the morning sunlight. As you soon learned, Joao tended to take a lot of morning shifts, which let you get used to the feeling of sleeping in. The soft ping of your phone alerted you though, to an unexpected notification from your boss.

Your eyes widened slightly when you opened it up to see her begging you to work tonight's closing shift, despite you knowing full well that he would be working as well. You knew you had wanted a chance to talk with him, but this had come far too soon. Already halfway through typing up an excuse, another message came through explaining that the staff who was meant to take it had dropped out, that it was an unexplainable emergency and that you'd really be helping her out by coming. You paused your frantic typing, letting out a soft sigh.

After all, you did have a duty to your boss and you'd feel guilty if you let her down now - even after her obliging all your ridiculous requests for shift changes. Slowly, you typed out your response before rolling onto your back, letting your phone fall somewhere amongst your crumpled bed sheets. All you could do now was get ready for work and hope it wouldn't be too bad.

The afternoon came far quicker than you had hoped and before you realised it, you were standing at the door of the cafe. Despite having grown a sense of comfort attached to this door and what lay beyond, having been an employee for so long, your heart twisted at the fact that you had let something as simple as a boy throw a wrench in that. You wiped your clammy hands on the sides of your shorts before reaching out a hand to the doorknob.

Through the frosted panes of the door you could just make out the foggy silhouette of the very boy you had been avoiding, as he busied himself with wiping down tables and clearing empty cups. For a moment, you felt bad for having avoided him all this time, because as he rushed back and forth there was a sense of loneliness in his actions. You recognised it, having worked many closing shifts alone in your earlier years, and soft guilt washed over you at the thought of him feeling the same isolation you had then.

"Hey," you said in unison with the tinkling bell at the top of the front door. You watched as Joao whipped his head around and his expression turned from one of slight boredom into a mix of surprise and relief.

"Oh, hey!" You walked slowly over to the employee entrance to the back counter and he followed quickly, seemingly eager to rid his hands of the several plates he was holding. "I didn't know you were working tonight too."

"Oh yeah sorry, the boss called me in last minute," you fixed your attention on the display case of cakes, unable to bring yourself to look at him.

"No, don't apologise. It does tend to get a little sad here alone," he laughed guiltily and you can only offer a sympathetic smile in response.

"Well I better-" you begin, gesturing to your bag.

"Oh yeah go ahead," he says, moving out of your way though he pauses for a minute - almost as if he's about to ask you a question, but quickly decides against it. You don't think much of it as you move past him into the employee room.

The first half of your shift passes by quickly with waves of customers keeping both of you busy in your respective areas. With each ring of the bell, alerting you to the arrival of a new customer, you felt a slight wash of relief knowing they had bought you a couple less minutes alone. You weren't sure why, but more than anything you feared the awkward silence that would inevitably fall once the two of you were alone.

And of course, with your luck, the stream of customers soon trickled out to just a handful of regulars finishing off the last of their meals. There was less than half an hour left until closing, and you felt your stomach churn with worry each minute that ticked past.

"It's been a while since we worked a shift together," comes Joao's voice from behind you, causing your stomach to drop. You hadn't been expecting the conversation to start so soon.

"Oh yeah, I've just been sort of busy," you laugh, hoping your excuse and attempt at a light-hearted tone do enough to dispel any more questions.

"It's funny though, every time I looked at the first roster and we'd be scheduled together, the next time I checked you would be moved." Maybe not.

"Really?" You're not the best at acting but you try anyway. "I guess it's just a coincidence."

"I guess." Hearing his mocking tone, you grab a hold of a rag and dash out from behind the counter to go clean a couple tables - anything to get away from him, and this conversation. But he's relentless, and you hear his footsteps as he begins to follow you.

Just in time though, the very last of your customers gets up from her seat and waltzes towards the counter, forcing him back to the register. You smile to yourself as he takes her payment, but this happiness is short-lived once you watch her walk out the door, leaving the two of you alone.

You continue wiping down the tables, starting with the ones as far away from him as possible.

"You need any help with that?" he calls out.

"Nope, I'm good."

"Alright."

It's almost painful how awkward this is, and the way you feel as though the last ten minutes have inched by excruciatingly slow. Once you reach the last of your tables though, you have no choice but to head back behind the counter and start cleaning there too. As you do, you're suddenly made aware just how little space there is for the two of you to pass by each other - and you end up accidentally pushing past his shoulder.

"Sorry," you mumble, though it comes out a little ruder than you'd expected. Suddenly though, you feel a slender hand wrap around your wrist, forcing you to drop the rag on the floor and spin around o face him. "What th-"

"Did I do something?"

His question comes so quickly, so suddenly - though you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been expecting it. For the first time since your last shift, you're forced to look Joao in the eyes, and a part of you is caught up by how beautiful they are, looking directly into yours. But another is more concerned with the almost painful pleading expression they hold, and your heart twists while your brain searches for a response.

"No, you didn't, you're actually a great coworker for what it's worth." It feels cathartic, to tell the truth after forcing yourself to speak the language of polite niceties.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about, I get tipped enough to know I'm a fine barista."

"Then why do you care what I think?" You try to wriggle yourself free from his grip but your feet stay planted where they are, almost paralyzed under his gaze.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Stop acting so stupid, you know exactly why I've been avoiding you!"

"Do you think I'd be here if I did? Do you think I would have prodded you with so many questions?!" His voice rises with each question, and it's almost as if he's speaking without thinking. "Do you think I would've begged our boss to roster us together if I did?"

He shrinks back almost immediately, realising what he's just said. "I-"

"You what?" He sighs.

"I had to get you to talk to me somehow, I knew you were avoiding me, I'm not that daft."

You pause, taking this in. This entire time you thought you'd just been serving yourself, and that he hadn't even given you a second thought - and now you're forced to realise that it's in fact the opposite.

"I didn't like that you were getting more tips than me," you sigh, voice tiny and confessional even though you know that isn't the full truth. And he does too.

"That can't be it."

"Well, what do you want to hear, huh Joao? That I don't like the way you push past me or how you're so easily friendly with our regulars?"

"No-"

"Do you think I don't like the way you wipe down the counter, or how you steam your milk?" You're not sure why you're raising your voice so much, but it's almost as if all the frustration from the past month has bubbled up to the surface.

"No!" He's yelling too, but strangely enough, it doesn't scare you at all.

"Then what? Tell me what you want to hear huh!"

"I want to hear you say you don't hate me!"

"God, you're such an idiot," you laugh, a mean and spiteful laugh as you throw your hands up in exasperation.

"Am I?"

"Yes!" you huff, "because clearly you've been too stupid to realise that I've been avoiding you because I like you!"

Shit.

You physically feel yourself recoil after hearing what you've said, and Joao does the same, his eyes widening and mouth dropping agape. The two of you stand there in a thick, tense silence for what feels like ages.

"You what?" his voice is tiny when he speaks again.

"Please don't make me say it again."

"You like me?"

"Yeah, no need to rub it in."

"Oh, thank god," he sighs, and the relief in your voice confuses you. You watch as his body finally relaxes, and he trudges over to lean against the cafe counter, rubbing his eyes with his hands like he has a headache.

"Excuse me?"

"Here I was, stressed out of my mind thinking the coworker I had a crush on was avoiding me because I had creeped her out or something." It's almost as if he's talking to himself.

"You what?!"

"Oh, and I'm the idiot here?" You resist the urge to hit him.

"You," you pause, almost not being able to believe what you're saying, "you like me too?"

"Is that not obvious?" he laughs, and you let out a scoff of disbelief as he stands up and closes the gap between the two of you. The cogs in your head finally start working to put the pieces together, but you're still a little shocked - even when you feel Joao's hand reach up to hold your chin.

"Now that we've cleared things up," his voice is low, causing your cheeks to heat up, "can I kiss you?"

He still has that innocent tone, and it almost reminds you of the way he asked you questions during his training session. A little unsure but still wanted to make sure he was doing everything right. You nod, and let out a gasp as you feel his lips on yours.

When you finally pull away, he holds you close, almost ready for a second when you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"What now?"

"We finish closing?"

"I mean, with us."

"You doing anything after this?"

"Don't think so."

"How about dinner, on me?" You roll your eyes at the smirk spreading across his face but nod regardless. Freeing yourself from his embrace, you go to pick up the rag you dropped earlier.

When you stand back up, Joao pulls you in once more for a quick peck, before pressing his forehead to yours.

"I'm guessing you won't be avoiding shifts with me anymore?"

[strip4kaneshiro]

Gabriel Reyes is such a good concept as a character and a love interest, so have more headcanons because I’ve had such a good day today 😛

Reaper who sneaks around Talon HQ in order to find you everyday. No matter if it makes him late to team meetings or not

If you aren’t dating by this point, he excuses it by saying “ Moira/Widow/Doomfist was looking for you earlier. Don’t get your ego boosted..”

Ik lots of other people already say this but it’s such a good concept, he definitely moved you out of harms way

Being put on a dangerous mission? Suddenly your name comes straight off the list and he goes instead. A certain lackey is talking about how you need to be “taught a lesson for sucking up to him” ? They get taught a lesson instead ❤️

Oh boy! A secret admirer!! I sure hope it isn’t your emotionally constipated supersoldier coworker who spends a lot of the company card at Walgreens !!

On a more serious note, getting into a relationship him makes his silly simp behavior that much funnier

He won’t tell you, but if you ever see him sitting down and doing some office work, he secretly yearns for you to sit in his lap (he wraps one of those big ass super soldier arms around you)

Gabriel, who after somewhat unwinding his vigilante persona, becomes the most protective, caring version of himself.

When the mask comes off, his need to touch you activates. Cannot keep his hands to himself

Obviously he isn’t as relaxed as he used to be, so expect some average Reaperesque grumbling if your too clingy (ironic, it’s okay if he’s clingy, but for you it’s a problem 😒)

Sitting at home on the couch with him includes his oddly hilarious commentary to your favorite reality shows

“ Pinche tú madre… she knows he’s no good for her. Why do you watch this stupid shit”

Later that evening, after a shower, you see that the rest of the season is finished on Netflix

Never forgets the small things you say. You liked a certain food at a resturaunt? He makes sure that resturaunt stays open (it becomes the “graveyard” where he sends people that are picking on you in the name of “spying on the enemy”)

You like iced coffee or bubble tea? He memorized your orders, even going as far as to keeping either a digital log or physical log, even both. (Sombra found the digital copy, it’s six pages in Microsoft word that goes into extensive detail of your preferences)

Speaking of food, he takes food allergies very serious.

He knows how it feels to be medically predisposed to issues, he never wants anyone to have their body malfunction if he can help it.

Beside his better judgement, he meets with Moira to see what can be done to get rid of food allergies. Then promptly leaves as she lists side effects.

If you aren’t interested in getting rid of them, he talks with the kitchen staff and tries limiting the amount depending on your allergy. Allergic to fish? No more grilled salmon. Allergic to shellfish? Shrimp Tacos immediately get discontinued. Lactose intolerant/Dairy Allergic? All of the dairy is to be replaced with alternatives immediately

I’ve been yapping too long, someone pls give me a fix idea

[gloriousburden]

ik u see Loki as morally grey and often acting "evil" but like to what extent? thing is i don't see label him as good or bad bc i don't label any character as such, not even like the actual Avengers. but do u see some characters as goodhearted and then he's just not or do u not label anybody as all good or all bad? -🔎

Oh I guess I just talk more about his more “evil” side because a lot of people try to excuse it, or act as if it never happened which pisses me off because sick and twisted Loki is great. But I think that Loki is both good and bad. He has good qualities, and he has bad qualities. He is a selfish person to a certain extent, but he also cares very much about those who he loves. But at the same time, these selfish acts of his are an attempt at finding himself, and making a name for himself in the only ways he knows how as he’s been blinded by hurt, and anger. There’s many ways you can look at it, but the ends don’t always justify the means.

The people who got caught in the crossfire of the Battle of New York didn’t do anything to him personally.

But the people who Loki intentionally harms.. he always has a motive for it. He is not evil for the sake of being evil. Nor is he good for the sake of being good. There’s a motive behind his good acts.

So it’s hard to put him in either category. I think it’s dumb to put him in a single category, when he is grey morally. It’s dumb to call him a villain, or to call him a hero. Unless speaking about specific moments. If series fans want to call Loki a hero for sacrificing himself for the “greater good”, they can do that. It’s a “heroic” act. If anyone else wants to call Loki a villain for attempting to take over Midgard for his own selfish desires, they can do that. It’s a “villainous” act.

But, you are only looking at specific moments. You’re only looking at certain parts of who he is. He’s neither one. He’s not inherently anything. If I take one clip of Loki from one movie, then another clip of him from another movie, I could make him appear as anything I want. A victim, a victimizer… a villain, a hero… a friend, a foe…

(Before anyone starts.. obviously he’s been victimized more than he’s victimized anyone else. I’m just looking at it from EVERYONE’S perspective. I will always defend Loki even if he’s wrong!!)

Personally, that’s how I view everyone. I do think there are certain acts that can make someone inherently evil, but even then… there’s good and bad in everyone. It’s just less balanced in some. Some people have leans.

I think that there are people who actively strive for good, and that there are people who actively strive for bad.

Loki is not one of those people. He’s not made to fit into any kind of box, or adopt any sort of labels. He is chaos and unconformity personified.

I do view certain characters as being primarily goodhearted, but I do not view Loki as being primarily goodhearted or primarily evilhearted. I don’t think he’s a direct opposite to a character like Captain America for example. I don’t think he’s a direct opposite to a character like Red Skull.

Loki is deceitful, and has played every role at least once. His heroic role is deceiving, and so is his villainous role. At his core, he is just… Loki. Nothing defines him.

(Once again.. obviously, Loki is less “evil” than those around him/those who did him harm even at his most villainous. Even if I say he’s done objectively evil acts, I will still defend him!!! Let Loki be a bit evil!!)

[julianalvarez9]

blondes have more fun / mason mount

author's note: this is thanks to mason. done in such a rush so it's short aksjsjsj solely for the brainrot he pulled me in with these pics. i hate him.

summary: you dyed your hair blonde and swear your life is better since then. maybe you can convince your boyfriend from joining the blonde side too.

fc: sabrina carpenter 🤍

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user1 EXCUSE ME BLONDE MASON??????

user2 might be the light, no? no?

user3 she liked a tweet yesterday but didn't know he would agree to it 😭

benchilwell hot. you also look good y/n :)

masonmount you are hot too chilly ;)

yourusername ik it's pride month but stop flirting with my bf in my comments

benchilwell ok i'll do it in person instead 😁

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kaihavertz29 looking good mate!

yourusername you're so pretty it's insane

masonmount that's all you baby

user1 BLONDE MASON BLONDE MASON

user2 won't be able to think about anything else for the rest of the day

yourusername user2 same

yourusername see masonmount? everyone agrees with me

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user1 couple goals 😮‍💨

user2 if i tell my boyfriend to dye his hair he would laugh at me 😭

yourusername ngl it took some convincement

user3 BESTIE IT TOOK YOU ONE DAY

yourusername i have my ways 🤭

yourbff didn't need to know

masonmount you're seriously a dream

yourusername my pretty boy 🤍

kaihavertz29 barbie and ken 👫🏼

yourusername he's really just ken

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movies i wanna see riverdale actors in

(i will fully admit i am not the most familiar with most of the riverdale actors work outside of riverdale. i am working largely off vibes and procrastination.)

kj apa: good lord something gay. he needs to be doing josh o'connor sense (challengers, god's own country, new benoit blanc if lucky) in the sense of finding movies where he can look longingly at another man. i wanna wake up to a story of him robert pattinson emailing the safdie brothers or whatever to get him into a gregg araki movie. he could do fight club. essentially i think he needs to be sweaty, dripping with blood, and have an excuse to do the thing where a leading man stares at his reflection in a bathroom mirror and questions what's he's done with his life. there needs to be some dance number like that mads mikkelsen film for fifi to come out.

lili reinhart: ik she's been in some thrillers but i want to see her in a full on horror film. considering the ethel cain connection i could see her doing something with a preachers daughter vibe maybe? or she's coming back to her small religious town after getting the fuck out at eighteen bc her mom's dead and she has to face the town and then oh no the horrors. she should do a slasher, final girl or maybe play a hitch 1986 type beat. she could do midsommar or the vvitch. wait actually i wanna see her in a robert eggers film. or a emma seligman film. her facial reactions would've been so good for bottoms and she could've done excellent in something like shiva baby.

camila mendes: i wanna see her do a heist film!! i think she could do something like oceans eight or maybe charade. she could've done la la land and yes i know about música and i think she could do more musical things. i kind of want something like what happened with ayo edebiri to happen to her so she can also be in some luca guadaningo film, i think she could do very well in it. i could see her as a muse for an artist who slowly grows resentful of him and becomes an artist herself, or maybe even phantom thread. i think she could've been jennifer tilly in bound. she would be so good in a noir film too, as a wife covering up the fact she murdered her husband.

madeleine petsch: i kind of want to see her in a holiday hallmark film for comedy points. no but seriously i think she could be on the white lotus. mike white come over i got another talented redhead!!! i'm definitely pulling from a fic but i would love to see her in something where she has to roller skate or do roller derby i think it makes so much sense for her. she could've done jennifer's body or debs. she should be a witch a la hocus pocus or glinda in og wizard of oz movie, or in some kind of fairytale movie like mirror mirror or the company of wolves.

vanessa morgan: she deserves to be a leading lady of something. i kinda want her to be a vampire again bc i think it would be fun, or maybe something like blade? i would not be opposed to getting her on iwtv. i think she could very much be in a rian johnson benoit blanc film, either helping out the investigation, doing the martha/andi thing. i would love to see her in a romance film, maybe even something like lost in translation. i think she could've done the watermelon woman. or maybe a barry jenkins moonlight or celine song past lives sort of deal.

charles melton: he's in may december so hopefully will get recognised more and go on to do great things. i want him in a wes anderson film, i think he could do it, french dispatch or asteroid city type of thing. he should also go for being a romantic lead again, again, he definitely could've done challengers. i think he could've done queer as drew starkey. or a stephen chow comedy, thinking really specifically about that one bit of him pulling out jingle jangle w an OoO face, though he doesn't have the kung fu chops for it. left field but i kinda wanna see him in a shakespeare adaptation just to see how he would handle it. he could also do westerns imo, maybe even something like zachariah? kinda wanna see him in a sean baker film.

cole sprouse: lisa frankenstein. love a film where he keeps his trap shut

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Bro was trying to get excused from th3 conversation and well... he didn't.

This sucks but it was a quick drawing because I needed to draw some PISS OMG

I hate the background but I genuinely could thing of anything to do, so here we are.

Also ik it's not a bisexual pin on his tie but everytime I see him I fully think it is.

Also again, do not discuss current manga events with me I am pretending none of it is happening.

Commissions <3

(Sketch Under the cut bbgs)

I promise I can draw better than this, guys.

I actually got my septum pierced today!!! RAHHHHH I've wanted this for ages and I got a voucher at my uni fair sooooo..... it's been done (I wanted to do my lip bit the person who did that won't be back for a while)

It's so fucking painful to use the solution stuff omfg

Cutie little tiger boy