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German cigarettes ⸙ Russell Adler x Reader | Part ½

Summary: Reader is the best nonverbal communication and body language agent. She is the best in interrogation. So when Russell Adler needed a top agent to interview a person who works with Perseus, he immediately had her in mind. But will he be able to look at her only as an agent and friend, or will he finally stop hiding behind masks and reveal his feelings for the woman. The answer is simple… Yes. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I'm Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I'm curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

[Part 2 smut]

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Y/N “Midas” L/N

█████, Vietnam

December 20, 1967

𝕎hile playing with a lighter in your hand and traced the line that cut across the map in front of you. Your eyes traced the green and brown lines of the map, weighed down by the numerous black dots that were scattered around it. You were sure that the war wouldn't be over quickly. It was especially evident when you looked at the list of a lot of people who had to return to the States, that because of deaths or injuries. Nothing is simple in the current situation.

As you flick the lid of the Zippo lighter open and shut, you are plunged back into your own thoughts.

You would never think that in December you would be walking around in short sleeves and that you would be sweating so much. Hot, sticky air closed around your neck like a vise. You are trying to concentrate but it is hard to think with this warmth suffocating you. The material of your shirt sticks to your back, but you don't dare to brush it away. The temperatures that prevail in Asia make you sweaty just thinking about it. Even a night breeze brings no relief from the stifling heat.

You leaned against a chest of supplies behind you, a spare rifle lying on the floor at your side, while the wind blew the tarp at the entrance. Pulling a lighter from your pocket, you opened the lid and lit it with a smile. The cigarette between your lips flared to life. The lighter clicked, and you slipped it back into your pocket.

You took a long drag from the cigarette and exhaled through your nose, watching the smoke curl into the air. You looked ahead as a person entered the tent.

"I'm busy." the brunet, who joined the unit a week ago, smiled, his teeth gleaming like pearls in the sunlight that broke through the canvas flaps. He covered the entrance behind him, making the only light in the tent once again the lamp on the desk.

Did someone start arguing again? It is not a danger; I would have heard sirens. Is something wrong with the supplies? The helicopter?

"What's the matter Clay?" you said shaking the ash off your cigarette.

"We have a little problem," the boy said. Immediately, your bored gaze was directed at him. "There's been a fight, and Sergeant Stone seems to have broken his arm." You opened your mouth slightly, stopping your hand in mid-motion to your mouth.

Licking your lips as you looked at the ceiling of the tent, still holding the cigarette in your hand you pulled off glasses and walked past the table.

You pointed with your hand to the exit. "Lead the way."

𝕀mmediately assaulted by the heavy, dry air, you looked around. The bright, blinding sun beat down on you directly from above and seemed to soften the hard dirt, blowing it away like dark sand. The light was so bright that you had to squint and look around.

Mary, Barbara, Shirley, Nancy and you, surrounded by men. Only Nancy, about your age, is now in the field.

The women, they are nurses and support, gave supplies very often as MREs were handed out. The only woman who is high profile is you, but even so, most of the men only saw you as a woman. You felt a little exposed to the hostile stares of the men, who looked at you as if they could take advantage at any time of your lack of attention.

It is one of the main reasons why you did not separate from your gun even for a moment.

Don't trust; always suspect.

𝔽ollowing Clay, you look at the other members of the military. Those who are packing up their belongings because they are going home for two weeks, those who are staying, and the new recruits winding through the crowd of people like a slow-moving river. You watched them take care of each other. They laugh, they compete, they catch each other's mistakes. They lift each other up and give each other hope.

Even now, when you are all in between fights, they share nerves and exchange advice and support. Looking at it through your mind, as always, the thought of returning to the Army crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss the thought, knowing that your current job is much better for you.

"You're a hick!" you heard a shout. "I can't believe that because of you- Agh!" An American accent and a shout of pain permeated the noise around you. You inhaled from your cigarette and crushed it out under black combat boots.

"Broken." you heard; Mary looked at you with a sad smile. Her eyebrows hung over her eyes like the edge of a thunder cloud as she looked at Stone again.

You ran your eyes over the men gathered before you. They were all no more than thirty years old, strong, good-looking by most standards. Some had tattoos, but not all. You recognized a few of the faces that mostly make trouble. "Disperse," you ordered, to which the men reluctantly went their separate ways. Crouching down next to Stone, you rested your hands on your knees "Tell me which one of them did it and why," you said.

"I'm not dwelling on it, Boss." he said, looking you straight in the eye. You turned your head to Mary, a smile flashed slightly on her face, but she did not look at you. You stopped your gaze on the man. "It's not important," he repeated, "just a difference of opinion." His eyes are excited, but not in a good way. His whole body tensed most likely from the pain in his hand. However, he moved his feet slightly, like a small child waiting for a cookie.

"Thomas?"

He shook his head. "No. It's not important, just send me home." he set his head to the nurse, who wrapped a sling around his neck to hold his broken arm.

"So that's the point." you straightened up with a quiet sigh. "Next time just say you want to be with your family for Christmas. It's a waste of a good bone." You turned on your heel walking back toward tents, Clay marching beside you in silence.

𝕊tanding in front of his tent, you look at the boy, crossing your arms over your chest. In his hand he held something small and round. It looked like a casino chip. He held it like a newborn baby examining the thing.

"Look, it was important to him, he said he wanted to see his daughter. I'm sorry Midas." Clay explained. He stood with his hands behind his back, rocking back on its heels. You counted to ten as you looked at him.

Looking at him for a moment, you sighed, motioning with your hand for him to leave.

𝕀s it really easier to break your arm than to just talk and ask to be sent home? You thought while skipped over the soccer ball, not really wanting to break your arm just to get sent home. You swing between the soldiers, who don't seem to notice your passing, and head toward your tent.

Now you're in for some extra work. Notifying headquarters of another person who is returning home for health reasons.

Paperwork can kill.

But what else is there to do now?

Stepping in front of your tent, you immediately smelled a stronger smell of cigarettes, so going inside you immediately began to speak.

"I don't accept smoking here."

You watch the man take a drag on his cigarette while looking at you. He smiled slightly while correcting his glasses.

Shrugging his shoulders "But you, Y/N can smoke?" he asked walking up to you. Looking at each other you looked at his eyes through the sunglasses.

"Adler, I have work." you say walking past him, looking for the glasses you put away earlier.

𝕐ou smiled as you saw the darts prepared and sorted by color on the countertop. "I don't have time. Stone is going home, I have to inform the headquarters." hearing a sigh, you raised your gaze, Russell moving his head waiting for you to change your mind.

"How about we play one round of darts, and then I'll help you with your work?" he pout his lips as he approached the table taking one dart.

Along with when you lined up in front of the board you looked at Adler. "Okay, but I'll be the one to win." you said throwing the first dart. You frowned as you missed the bulls. As you picked up the second dart, you saw Russell smile with excitement.

"That was a close one," he said cheerfully.

As you threw the second dart, you made sure to hit the bull's eye. "I have to try harder in that case" he said smiling widely. You rolled your eyes.

"Get ready."

You put your finger on the third dart and throw it into bull. Smiling with the result, you walk up to him and pat his shoulder. Walking up to the board you collect the darts and return to the desk.

"Do you know how to throw?" you ask, looking at Adler with a sly smile.

"Yes." he replies getting ready to throw.

A smile crosses your face as you lean on the table looking at the man's entire figure, "You have to hit the center boy." Russell moved his shoulders and the T-shirt he is wearing came out of his pants making you see for a moment his stomach hair that goes under his jeans. You turned your gaze toward the dart board.

Russell quickly threw two darts, at a very fast pace that only when you looked at the board did you notice that once he hit the center and with the other dart, he scratched the wall of the tent. When he missed, he just turned his head toward you and apologized with his right hand.

You both hung your eyes on the target as Adler prepared for the third throw.

"First game in a week. I still have a chance to win." you looked at him, waiting for his move.

Jumping out of your seat and rushing toward the board you both looked at his third dart which hit zero in twenty. You both bumped shoulders while looking at the darts.

"That means I have twenty points?" he asked pulling out the darts.

Gasping, you turned around and walked over to the table "Saying you won is a lot. Let's say it's a draw."

You smiled as you sat down on the chair, indicating to Russel the chair behind you to sit next to you.

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Russell “Doc” Adler

East Berlin

January 21, 1981

𝕎atching them lie, strapped to the bed, by their wrists and ankles. I watch them breathe, limp and helpless. I feel disgust for them, Red who is a terrorist and has contact with Perseus. I tighten the straps more tightly around their wrists, red marks sticking out from under them. Their short-sleeved shirt was soaked with sweat and blood, as was theirs face and hair.

Both of their arms were bandaged and pierced by the needles of two venflons, intravenous saline line monitors that pumped fluids and antibiotics into their veins. They were unconscious, but still looked tired and half-dead.

They looked immobile, old and dirty, as if they had taken responsibility for what had happened at the airport. I held my breath as I ran my gloved hand over the door frame and closed it behind me.

The rest of the team was waiting in the adjacent room, under a faint cone of light that cast an eerie shadow over their faces. I sighed loudly as I turned around to face team.

ℙark looked at Hudson "I was thinking the same thing." Park said, taking a sip of her coffee "First we should try an interrogation. Only when that fails, we should start the project." she continue. I looked at Hudson who is sitting on a chair looking out the window at the terrorist who is on the other side of the room.

"I would agree to this if we had time. We don't have it." replied Jason.

Park rolled her head searching for words. "We can start the interrogation from tomorrow. Until then, I'll organize someone from MI6."

"We have a threat to Europe's safety; I don't have time for 'let's wait.' The plan is what it was. Four days we'll try to get information out of them, if it fails..." Hudson lit a cigarette without noticing that his other cigarette was still on the ashtray. "We're putting the 'Bell' plan in place." he said reluctantly.

"I fully understand that, however, I already have three people in my mind who I will be fit to interrogate, I think they will not ask any additional questions." said Park putting down her cup and looking at Red in the next room.

"'You think'? We have to be sure." he took a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke. I watched the grey puffs circle above us and disappear, wishing that I could disappear with them. I watched between them and their exchange of words, in my head I thought about the best and worst case scenario that could happen.

𝕎e don't know, or couldn't guess, what was going on in their mind; we just have assumptions about it. This is a game of "cat and mouse" between us and them, and when our patience fails, we are outsmarted. They are the right hand of Perseus, they lost someone who has a lot of information. I open the light blue folder we found with them. We need to get as much infromation as possible that they hide in their own head.

This is a human game of "human chess", where we were not sure who was the king and who was the pigeon. We are pawns on a board where the only thing we know that is in play is some secret pawns.

We must act.

Adjusting my glasses, I stretched my arms as I watched the two agents continue to discuss. We have a choice where to start. We can put our foot in the right direction or take the wrong path that leads to failure and a failed operation.

I took a slow breath and lightened up my tone as I turned to Hudson.

"No."

I said after being in silence for a long time, I have no idea where in the conversation they are "I know someone who will not ask questions. We'll tell what information we need; we'll get the answers without too much torture. We need the best." I started waiting for their reactions "We still have all day today. If I call now, I think she will be here tomorrow afternoon."

Hudson looked at me with a mumble under his breath while he pressed the cigarette to his lips. He looked at me with a frown, and the cigarette lit up his face. I could see that he was thinking about something, but I didn't know for what. I took a deep breath.

Without waiting for an answer, I left the room, closing the door firmly behind me, and headed for the phone I had left in the main room.

ℍearing footsteps behind me, I turned my head and continued walking ahead.

"Saying SHE. You mean Midas?" asked Hudson looking at me through the open door.

I smiled slightly turning my head, taking the phone in my hand. my mind kept working. What would I say? How would I begin? What if she changed her number? Only because we work in the same base, I see her. Dialing the number, I started thinking about what words should I use.

I hear the first signal and begin to have doubts about my request to her at all. I call one of the best agents I know, I don't know where she is. It might as well be two o'clock in the morning where she is.

I hear a second signal. Maybe I should call the department and not her specifically. I don't want to be pushy.

”ℍello?" her voice made me feel the same feeling I felt when I talked to her a few years ago. My heart-rate increased and I felt myself lean in as if I was getting sucked into a black hole yet surrounded by light. I felt like I couldn't breath, like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. I felt like I was being pulled and pushed simultaneously and that my entire body was being filled with chemicals that stimulated every single one of my senses.

The world around me shimmers with a sense of unreality, as if all dangers cease to exist, and the only people are me and Y/N. Her voice was like a single violin in a symphony. It pierced through the darkness, guided me through the night, and was my only guide on this journey into the unknown.

"Adler here, are you free? I need to interrogate someone, and I know they won't be willing to talk." explained everything succinctly, without going into details. I heard her blowing out air, she sighed, but yet I heard a murmur from her side.

Y/N started to hum something however stopped after a while "Where should I be?" she asked, and her voice seemed as if she had just woken up.

I smiled hearing that she agreed. "Berlin, be at the airport, I'll pick you up." I said looking at the documents about our location on the table in front of me. "I need you for yesterday." she sighed loudly, guessing that she is stretching from sleep.

"I'll see you tomorrow." she began I hear her start to move "I hope you have good coffee there." a smile can be heard in her voice.

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Y/N “Midas” L/N

East Berlin

January 22, 1981

𝕐our eyes closed on their own, along with the way you stood, holding the strap of your bag, leaning against the airport wall. You could feel the stale air of the busy terminal, but you couldn't tell if it was from your tiring journey, or the false sense of cleanliness created by the masking spray. The lights seem to have dimmed, which made the surroundings seem more drab and lifeless. Closing your eyes for a moment, you wondered if you had understood correctly what Russell had said. Perhaps there is more than one airport in Berlin and Russel didn't mean the main one.

The truth is that you have been to Germany several times, but only once in Berlin. Now you can say that twice, and again because of him. You opened your eyes, taking a deep breath as you tried to clear your mind and think clearly about the fact that you will be working and not resting.

As for Russell, you know that if he needs someone who is an special agent for nonverbal communication and body language - it promises to be hard work. Especially since you will probably meet new people.

Still trying to figure out how it all works when you hear someone calling your name. Looking around, you see a man wearing sunglasses and a brown jacket, approaching you slowly waving slightly. With each step he takes, you find yourself looking more and more at your friend.

You stopped seeing his face. Oh, my goodness. you thought, seeing the scar that is all over his left cheek.

Yes, seeing him in the hallway at the headquarters was an exchange: Hi and Hey. But you never noticed how much Adler had changed.

His clothes as neat and impeccable as ever. You're sure that even in the clothes he wears at home he looks good. His pants as if ironed before he came here, the black shirt over which lies the brown jacket, you recognize that you saw on him at the agency a few years ago.

As you remembered him, each of your steps made you recognize Russell in him more and more. He is still your friend who walks into your office unannounced to play darts with you and cracks a bad joke every time.

He is still your friend who cries and laughs as he tells a story about his family.

But his face.

His face.

His entire left cheek decorated by a scar that looks like someone trying to put the shattered cup back together. The wound ran almost from his left ear under his eye, and goes down to his mouth, but in several places, it split into other paths. There are three scars on his chin, and one goes through his mouth.

The light stubble matched him perfectly now, with his soft, fluffy and styled dirty blonde hair. Russell continues to be attractive.

His scar ideally shows that he is dedicated to his work, even after the horrible hard time he had gone through. He was able to get back on track and continue his working. It's something that you admire about him.

"<Hallo.>" he says softly, his glasses covering his eyes that you barely remember.

You smile, feeling relieved that you're in the right place.

"<Oh, Adler my boy! Long time no see, boy!>" you began in German putting your bag down on the ground hugging the man gently.

"<𝕀t's also good to see you, Y/N.>" he replied in the same language, also hugging you. His hugs always seemed genuine and unforced. "<We are not going to stand around and waste time like this. We'd better go now.>" he said, bending down to pick up your bag.

You smiled, walking beside him as he headed toward the exit. "<Tell me boy, how long is the ride?" you asked as you walked out into the afternoon air of Berlin.

Taking a fresh breath, you felt alive again.

"<Hour.>" he answered shortly, his German perfect, as if his last name obliged him to be good at that language.

"<Oh, short.>" you sighed, following the man. "<I have so many questions about you and your wife, but I should also know what you expect from me.>" you began to frown, feeling how little time you had in your hands.

"<We can always talk in the car, after work, in the evenings or at night.>" he said poking you lightly. He opened the door for you to get inside the car "<My ex-wife. We're not together anymore.>"

"<I'm sorry.>" you said sitting down in the passenger seat. Looking in the mirrors as he put your bag in the back seat and walked around the car to sit in the driver's seat.

"<There is no reason.>" he started closing the door "We divorced staying friends." he said in English. He turned on the engine, and you looked at him curiously.

You laughed slightly under your breath. "So, we are both no longer in a serious relationship." you said, grabbed your finger where you used to have an engagement ring. "Me and Ray... Ray passed away a few years ago. You know... sometimes you can't win with addiction." you said laughing sadly however you smile genuinely after a moment.

"My condolences." said Russel sadly starting the ride. "I don't know what it's like to lose the love of your life forever. but..." he fell silent for a moment turning his head towards the sidewalk for a brief. "Watching HER being happy with someone else is hard sometimes too."

You looked at his face, seeing the contours of his eyes you smile patting his hand on the shift knob. "Stop. That was five years ago, I don't know how long ago your case is. But I do know that SHE probably, like Ray, wants you to find someone you're just happy with." you squeezed his hand hard, Russell shifted gears at which you took your hand away. "Although... I find that hard to believe." you looked at each other when he stopped at a traffic light.

𝕃ooking into each other's eyes, you tried to see the blue of his eyes in those of sunglasses. You laughed slightly realizing how cheesy your speech sounded.

"It sounded like something out of a soap opera." he commented while correcting his glasses. Russell fumbled in his jacket pocket until he found a soft, crumpled pack of cigarettes. He offered you the first one from the new pack. Pulling it out, you acted as if it were an honor to be accorded respect.

Taking the cigarette to your lips, you pulled out the Zippo and clicked it a few times. A flame decorated with a few sparks flashed setting off the cigarette. As you pressed your lips tighter together holding the ciggies, Adler also pulled one out. You slid the flame toward him, who leaned in slightly and lit his own. The flame warmed his face, the bright sunshine that shone in front of you adding to his charm now.

You hid the lighter and inhaled, beginning to cough while feeling one of the worse tastes in your mouth. Wiping tears from your eyes, you heard Russell laugh.

"If you're reacting like this to cigarettes, you should stop smoking, this shit will kill you." he stammers.

Coughing for a little longer, you felt the tears gather in your eyes again. You knew immediately that you were smoking German cigarettes. "Mabey that's a point," you stammered again, "and don't tell me to stop, if you still smoke, boy." you added after a moment.

"Please don't call me that when we're in the safehouse." he made lines out of his mouth, he always does that when he was thinking or when he didn't like something.

"Why? What's wrong with it, boy?" you asked, taking another puff, looking out the window with a silly smile.

"Nothing. It just sounds so..." he said, looking at the road in front of you.

"Don't you like me teasing you?" you asked with a smile.

"That's not the point." he said, but the grin on his face made you wonder if he meant it "Just don't call me 'boy' okay?" he added.

𝕊miling, you held the cigarette between your fingers. You watched Berlin outside the window. Then you looked at him, seeing him struggle with words, but you couldn't tell what he was feeling.

You are one of the better agents at understanding the human body, but Russell, has always been an enigma. He is too good at hiding his emotions and the typical behaviors that show what someone is thinking.

Yes, sometimes he stops trying to hide his emotions, so you can see what he really feels under all the lies, and masks he is wearing. But you have learned long time ago to look into his eyes behind his glasses - a sign of truthfulness in his case. They reveal if he is lying or not, his eyes always tell the truth.

Russell is a very complex person; he's always been that way. Going back to when you were in Vietnam, you learned how to understand him.

You can see that he is struggling with himself, that there is probably a bunch of questions and doubts in his head all at once. "I'm thinking. I said that you won't ask unnecessary questions about the person you're going to interrogate. And in order for that to happen too, ask me all the questions so that you have the information. Y/N. I say right away that we need to get information regarding Perseus." his voice was serious; if you didn't know him, you might think he was angry.

That's just his character; being cold and even transparent to avoid showing his true self. This is Adler, a man whoy has been obsessed with the Russian terrorist - Perseus.

"Perseus." you said under your breath, chewing lightly on your cigarette. "Name, background, job, if they have been tortured already, their characteristics, when they last ate." you leaned back in your seat closing your eyes.

You heard a groan from Adler's side. "We do not know the name, they are from Russia and worked for Perseus, exactly they were his good companion. We just bandaged their wounds. We haven't talked to them yet; I don't know when they ate but they are on a drip." he continued talking calmly as if nothing happened.

"How did they get hurt?" you asked, opening your eyes and looking at him.

He squinted his lips and licked his lower lip "They were shot."

"Shot? By whom?" you asked, leaning forward in your seat.

"It doesn't matter, because Arash is dead." he said, his voice low.

"Hmm... And what kind of infromation do you need?"

"I want to know everything, his goals, his methods, his connections, his weaknesses, his strengths, anything about him that could help us catch him." he stopped at the corner and blew smoke stopping his mouth open for a moment. "Y/N. All of Europe is in danger."

"I know." you said, sighing deeply. You looked at him and saw that he was staring out the windshield. He wasn't looking at the street, but rather the buildings around you.

𝔻riving through the city on the side roads, you look at the people and their activities, at how they have a moment of peace. Both of you remain in silence, yet quiet rock music echoes through the speakers. It is a beautiful day today and the sun is shining brightly in the sky.

You remember the last time you were with Russell in Berlin in 71', on a mission where you had to get intel on one of the double agents. With that thought, you began to remind yourself of your work together. How the two of you started working together after your return from Nam due to your shared work for the CIA. You went on many travels, missions together. Some good, some bad, but each one memorable in its own way.

The first time you saw Russell defeat three men with a knife and a metal pipe he found in the rubble of a building was.... stunning. You felt as if you had opened a bottle of champagne and watched the shimmering bubbles float past you on their way to heaven. You were so excited and couldn't believe that you were just with him.

His movements, skills something truly professorial. He is your companion and best friend, the person you would give your life for....

𝕃ately you've been spending more time at the base, or on visits to other states for interrogations, where you work all night and see the sun rise at least once a week. You don't spend as much time together anymore, both of you have gone in two different career paths, but you think you're both happy where you ended up. Now you have a job with meaning, helping people in the worst of times.

Nights at the base are often lonely. Months and months of nightly, thankless work. Investigations that lead to dead ends and frustrated informants. People you used to work with and see every day are now a memory, others are still around but too busy to catch up.

You feel that each of your lives is a work of art: perhaps together they form a masterpiece that has been blurred by the present.

The details may be lost, but the overall picture remains clear. You know you'll never forget that first meeting, even though it happened over fourteen years ago.

"𝕎hat are you thinking about?" you asked, looking at the burnt cigarette on the floor in your feet.

“About you.” his voice was low and serious, and you turned to face him, feeling a chill run up your spine. Not knowing what to say, you sighed and looked away, feeling the swirl of emotions inside your chest. The air between you felt heavy and oppressive, as if the words he wanted to say were gathering force and wanted to break free.

A silence hung between you, and it seemed to stretch on forever as you tried to piece together the puzzle of his thoughts. "Are you still living in that apartment next to the airport?" he asked, to which you laughed lightly.

A wave of nostalgia washed over you as you murmured, "I forgot about that apartment." You remembered the cramped space with its tiny kitchen and the musty smell that seemed to linger. "No," you continued, "I moved to a small house on the outskirts of town. You know, the kind you can only find in the villages, with a fence and a small garden that is always in full bloom. A little place for me and cat.” You thought of your cat lounging out in the garden, basking under the warm sunshine.

The cozy home brought back fond memories of your time spent there, of laughter and joy and those unforgettable moments that you shared with your beloved pet.

The low rumble of his voice shook and trembled as he uttered a thoughtful, "Hmm..."

His face softened, as if he were imagining something beautiful. "You're lucky, I'd love to have a furry companion too, but with the amount of time I'm away from home, it just wouldn't be fair to the animal. They deserve better." He spoke solemnly, his voice dropping as if in reverence for the animal he was unable to own. The sadness in his tone was heavy, as if it weighed him down.

"Maybe when you retire?" you said with a hint of humor, to which Russell gave a light chuckle.

"I don't know what that means." he replied.

The car was suddenly filled with a heavy silence, only broken by the sound of Russell's laughter.

You smiled, watching him laugh.

"Maybe when we both retire, we'll live together and have 17 cats.," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "Each one will have an extraordinary name. Names like Aimruy, Brice, Hicks or First Professor Precious." his face was now serious, as if he was in deep contemplation. "You know, serious names for a cats." he said solemnly.

A bubbly laugh was caught in your throat, and you let it out, the sound reverberating through the air. You looked at your friend and shook your head, smiling. "I have no idea where you get these names." you said, trying to contain your amusement.

Your friend’s eyes lit up and they couldn't help but share in your laughter. The air seemed to fill with joy and glee as the two of you exchanged smiles.

He beamed proudly as he announced, "I'm great at suggesting cat names!" you nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of warmth.

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𝕊itting in the car you looked at the dirty garage door with the sign Ladezone, mud mixed with wet green grass. The area was littered with a medley of objects: euro pallets, steel barrels, and a small ladder that stretched to the roof, with an old lamp that jutted out from the wall beside it. The sun shone brightly over the scene, illuminating it in its golden rays and giving it the appearance of a scene straight out of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

It felt like a place of wonder and enchantment, that held within its walls secrets and mysteries, puzzles and missions. The air was thick with magic, as if anything was possible in this mysterious corner of the world. The smell of dust and quiet engine sound filled the air, giving it an almost surreal atmosphere.

It's hard to tell if it's because you're aware or it's so obvious; but it's seeing that something important is hidden here.

"𝕎e've got a job to do, boy!" your words boomed throughout the car as you spoke, the intensity in your voice unyielding. Your leather-gloved hand made contact with his thigh as a stern pat, and you then looked at him with a determined gaze. You knew that there was a job to be done and it was time to complete it. Exiting the car, you smiled at him, letting him know that everything was going to be alright. He simply nodded with understanding and followed after you.

Your boots thudded heavily against the path as you walked away, leaving a dust cloud in your wake. The sun glinted off the car's chrome bumper as you marched determinedly towards your destination.

He slammed the car door shut behind him and barked out a friendly command: "Stop with the - boy!" His voice was a low growl, edged with a warmth that suggested a friendship that has lasted for years.

"Yeah boy, you better open the door." you looked at him holding your bag and handing it to you carefully.

The man slowly crept closer to the garage door, his footsteps echoing in the still air. He reached out, two quick taps resonating off the metal. You looked at each other, both of your expressions filled with a mixture of anticipation. Russell grasped his arm tightly, a minimal grimace drawing across his features. The tension was palpable, and the seconds seemed to drag on in anticipation of what was to come.

𝕋he garage door began to rise with a slight hum to begin to close with your entrance. You quickly scanned the room.

The garage door began to rise with a slight hum, only to start closing with your entrance. You quickly scanned the room. A chain with hooks hung loosely from the ceiling, and gray lamps. Several items were scattered on the floor, and a large wooden table sat in one corner, along with several chairs. On the wall in front of you hung weapons. In the very center of the room was a desk.

This is a large room with high walls, most likely a former auto repair shop. Looking around the room you notice a difference between the things that were here and those that were brought to the safehouse.

No movement was visible, but you could sense that someone was inside.

𝕐ou heard the reverberation of your name in the air, "Midas!" and paused. Turning your head, you saw a bald man wearing glasses, a white shirt and a black vest. his hands on his hips.

"Ice Cube!" you quickened your step, raising your voice in response, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth as you prepared your hand to meet his own. "It's good to see old faces." you said, turning your head toward Adler while still holding Jason's hand. Russell stood at the table and ran his hand over the documents.

"Are you ready to work?" said Hudson letting go of your hand. "We don't have much time." he added.

"Give me an empty folder, with white paper, a pen and cigarettes, and I can start the interrogation."

※

𝕊itting in front of a person dressed in a white T-shirt, you watch as Helen from MI6 connects an drip to a venflon in the person's bare forearm. The clear liquid flows through a transparent tube, catching the white light of the lamps on its way to fill the person's body.

A white room, a table, two chairs. Red sat tied to the chair, with their legs tied to the chair and their hands in handcuffs, facing the door. The room was minimal enough not to be a distraction. White and dull, which made your eyes hurt, as if you had stared into the sun for too long. A one-way mirror, next to the table. You try to imagine their thoughts, their fear and desperate hope that someone will come to their aid. Still, it's up to you to play that role.

The most important thing is:

Trust.

You flipped through a folder, the kind a reporter would use to take notes, blank pages waiting to be filled. The sound of your fingers flipping the pages echoed in the empty room. You reached for the pen to see if it worked, writing the date in the corner of the page - January 22, 81', 19:34; you looked at your watch. Blue ink, who likes blue ink?

You crossed your legs as the black-haired woman left the room. You touched your thigh where you have a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You sighed and then shifted in your chair, feeling the outline of your gun resting behind your pants.

Sighing, you began to write on the paper while waiting.

You watched their face in anticipation, taking in the minute movements of their closed eyes. Their eyebrows creased, relaxed and creased again, and you followed the movement in your mind. You watched them, for the moment quietly waiting for them to wake up.

𝕐ou looked at the back of the last page of the notebook. "Secret" notes that Russell left for you to have more knowledge about Red.

Looking at Adler's writing, you smiled in your mind at how feminine and aesthetically beautiful his handwriting is. You looked through the notes:

We don't know who they are, what their name is, or what unit they are from, but from the records they had with them, that they are a commander in the Soviet Union. They are close soldiers of Perseus. Arash shot them twice, and we found them half dead after the job was done. They had dossiers related to Perseus with them.

The threat is serious, because there is a threat of nuclear bombs, we know that they were in a meeting with Perseus, find out as much as possible about this meeting.

𝕊ighed again turning the pages of the notebook to begin with. Watching again the behavior of the rousing terrorist, you began to wonder how your work today would go. Drawing irregular shapes in your notebook, you slowly moved your head to the rhythm of the music you play in your mind.

"<Fucking Arash...>" you heard a whisper in Russian and a hiss of pain. You turned your head while remaining in the same position, looking at them. You see them strike awake by moving their heads. You wait until they are completely awake before you start talking.

They squinted aggressively and after a while looked at you with their dark eyes. They furrowed their eyebrows and looked around the room to try to free themselves from the handcuffs after a moment.

"<Сука.>"

You heard after a while, raising your eyebrows you wait for the person to calm down, avoiding eye contact. Questions now have no purpose.

Looking at them surreptitiously, watching them carefully, trying to read their facial expressions and body.

"I don't speak Russian." you began to lie "Speak to me in English, German or French." you continued, writing down the distinctive features of the person's appearance.

"<I won't talk to blyat>" he said in Russian spitting on the table, you looked at the saliva mixed with blood. "<If you think I'm going to say something.... sam ty poshel v zhopu.>" (fuck you, asshole) they said at which you took a deep breath trying to ignore the curses directed in your direction.

You brushed your loose strands of hair behind your ears "I have time, I don't know about you. I'm here for my work, and you? Don't you have some work to do?" You lifted your gaze for a moment to turn it back to the notebook "I'm from the FBI my name is Jessica Cold, I'm here because you supposedly have a lot knowledge about" you flipped through the blank pages looking for information that did not exist. "Perseus?" you began lying to start the interrogation.

Waiting for an answer you finished writing down the appearance of person. You reached for the bottle of water on the table and unscrewed it, taking a small sip, you moved the bottle towards the terrorist.

They violently slammed the bottle making the water spill over the countertop and start dripping on the floor.

You sighed seeing where this job is going.

"Sooo... What's your name?" you asked, straightening your legs under the table. Red looked around the room again, looking at the mirror as if they were studying their own reflection, or trying to look at the other side of the room.

Their eyebrows relaxed slightly. Looking a moment at their shoulders, you see a slight movement which indicates that they are moving a leg under the table.

"You probably have a Russian name.... Maybe a Ukrainian or Slavic name." you began again trying to continue the conversation. "Miran, Kass, Ivan, Mylo, Lana, Zora," you started listing the names you know "Slavs are more likely to name children when they are not born yet, so maybe a more unisex name." you closed the notebook And closed your eyes thinking of all the names you know that come from the East, you opened your eyes looking at them "Alexi, Juri, Elya, Florian? Is that how you say that name?" you noticed that his shoulders stopped moving along when you said the name Elya to start moving again when you said the next name.

“<I'm trained for it. You can torture me. I won't say shit.>” they said in their own language.

𝕐ou smiled slightly "I know you can speak English dear, what can I tell you." you said. "Since I say something and you answer me, it's clear that you are communicating with me." your smile genuine, yet cold and characterless. The expression on your face was perfectly still, not revealing even a hint of your emotions but somehow making your cold little heart seem all the colder.

"Persej-" you wanted to start however you were quickly corrected

"Perseus" you smiled moving to the chair revealing more of the door behind you.

You started, "Right, Perseus?" water only now gave you a hard time, making the rhythmic dripping slightly annoying. "Are you related to him? Your friend, mate, family?" you asked but got no answer, only a cold stare which you ignored.

"Elya, listen to me." you saw a slight movement from the person that let you know that you had read correctly what Red's name is. Squinting, you looked into his eyes that showed slight surprise before leaning over the table. You both leaned forward and braced your arms on the wet tabletop, leaving the notebook on your thighs.

Tension rose from zero to a hundred in a second. Lights illuminate you, create long shadows on your faces.

𝕐ou leaned back to take your hands. The water slightly floated, creating new stains on the table.

"Do you like a German cigarette?" you asked, pulling out a packet and your favorite lighter. Taking out the first cigarette from the pack you started, you picked up the box toward the terrorist.

Once they held out their hand you took the box back. "A cigarette for information." you said at which Elya's eyes darkened.

"<U menya plokhiye novosti dlya vas.> (I have bad news for you) both of you are smiling at each other as they pull out a cigarette with two hands.

You looked at their hands. On their wrists, where the skin is thin and delicate, they are covered with bruises and scrapes. The wounds came from belts that must have been tied tightly, so tight that the skin tore and bled.

You fired up your cigarette and held the hot ember to Red's cigarette. The fire grew and spread to the tobacco. You inhaled the smoke.

"<So, Elya. Who are you to Perseus?>" you asked in Russian while blowing out smoke.

───────────────────

Russell “Doc” Adler

East Berlin

January 24, 1981

𝕎atching her finally sleep after two days of non-stop work makes me finally feel at peace myself. I feel like I'm the one who made her work. After all, I'm the one who got her involved in this. However, watching her work hard and summarize all the infromation she has gained, and how she verifies it twice. This is something that makes everyone should look at her as an agent, and not just as a beautiful woman...

Which she is.

She is a beautiful woman, a beautiful hard-working woman who deserves all the good in this world.

Walking up to her, I pulled off my jacket and placed it on her shoulders. I could move her to my bed to sleep in a normal position, but I think she continues to have a gentle sleep.

Her skin resembles a freshly picked rose petal, and the shade of her lips reminds me of fresh strawberries. Her hair the perfect length for me. I sit down next to her on the chair and stare at her through my glasses. Her face is so delicate, I would never say she has been in a war or that she is a person who knows how to kill.

I don't know if it's because we haven't seen each other in so long or if it's because... I wrinkle my eyebrows slightly feeling a strange sensation in my stomach. It builds in my stomach, the feeling brought back a fuzzy memory of the feeling I experienced when I first looked at my ex-wife. An oppression I haven't felt in a very long time.

In my head I see images of Y/N face, her pleading eyes and real smile, her laughter. All of her. The way she looks now doesn't resemble the image I have in my mind. She seems so fragile, almost like a doll. A doll that will turn to dust in a light breeze.

I have never seen Y/N sleep, but I have this strange feeling that I must watch over her tonight. That I must protect her.

𝕊omehow, watching over her seems to me like a task that needs to be done, or a promise I made to myself. When she sleeps, she looks so small and helpless, which reminds me of the first time I saw her. She is always so strong and independent that I wonder if she needs me or not.

I don't know, but I need her, and no matter what I think myself, my need to protect her is as strong as being friends with her.

I feel so stupid.

𝔸s if she could feel my gaze on her, she opens her eyes and looks at me. I catch my breath as I imagine what she would look like in my arms if I carried her like a bride. Her sharp eyes betray that she knows I'm staring at her, and she smiles at me.

My master of body language.

I shouldn't think lite that.

"Do you see something stunning, that you smile like that?" she asks straightening up, at the last moment she catch my jacket to keep it from falling off her shoulders.

"I'm not going to lie." I said pulling off my glasses "You."

She opened her eyes wider; I don't know if it was because of what I said or for some other reason.

"What did you say?" she asked looking at me with curiosity.

𝕀 didn't answer, just looked at her, trying to smile, but my mouth didn't obey, and I think I made more of a grin than a smile.

I am lost. Not because of what I said, but by the way she looked at me.

I must have given a silly face, because she laughed. God, I love hearing her laugh. It was like the sun that illuminated my life.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Like some kind of pervert." she asked tilting her head slightly to the side.

I didn't answer. I just looked at her. She just looks like she wanted to say something but didn't.

"No! I mean, yes. I didn't mean to stare. I'm sorry." I feel so strange, I'm not very talkative but I've never had so much trouble speaking. I get tangled up in my own thoughts, my words seemingly not mine.

She looks at me without smiling, as if she was trying to read my mind.

"You're a weird guy, you know that?" she asks, and I don't know what to say so I just look on her with the same expression.

"Yes, I know." I say finally "A lot of people tell me that."

She laughs again, and I can't help but join her.

𝕀 have the feeling that the air around us is lighter and brighter, as if there is nothing between us anymore. I guess that's why I didn't want to leave her alone in the room. It was as if I had forced myself to confront her and my feelings.

I look at her face, even studying her as she studies me. She is definitely better at it. She pulls my jacket from her shoulders and lays it over me.

"Russ-

She began, but I interrupted her, and opened my eyes wider upon hearing the diminutive form of my name.

"I feel something for you, and I can't hide it. I feel like protecting you from something bad. I feel like I want to wrap you in my arms and never let anything happen to you. Jesus how stupid." I hide my face in my hands. I feel like a teenager who confesses feelings to his crush. "Someone needs to punch me in the face before I embarrass myself any further."

Y/N is silent, and I realize I have embarrassed her. I can see it in her eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" I said, standing up and moving towards the exit of the room.

In my soul, I begged her to call my name and for me to return. But she remained silent, and I left the room with heavy steps.

𝕀 walk down the hallway, my head spinning with thoughts.

What happened?

I don't know.

I reach my room, wondering what will happen to my life. I think about all that has passed, the conversations we had, and sometimes I think how different it could have been if I had told her earlier what I was feeling.

I knew what I felt for her. I knew it for a long time. But I ignored it.

I grab at my shirt, trying to breathe more gently. Why am I such a moron? Why couldn't I behave more humanely?

I close my eyes, trying to calm down. I don't know why I feel so confused.

Even if I want to tell her what I feel. Even if I want to have a glimpse of a normal life.... I can't. I must remain professional. I have a job to do. Europe needs me...

But...

But I need her.

𝕆pen my eyes and look at the door of my room. I can still smell her perfume, the scent that reminds me of her. I try to control my breathing, but I can't. My heart beats faster and I feel like a prisoner in my own body.

I take a deep breath and then another. I am not sure if I am doing this right, but I feel calmer.

I can hear someone knocking on the door and I open it to find Y/N standing there.

"Russell..." her voice quiet, gentle. I correct with my hand my shirt, which I had previously dignified. "Russ." I can't tell why but my name being spoken by her makes me melt.

There is a lightness in my heart when she calls me. I am helpless when it comes to Y/N. A power she didn't know she had until the feeling inside me came up, and from which I know I will never be free.

"I just," I whispered, my fingers digging into the thick wood of the door. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings earlier." I feel a lump in my throat that almost prevents me from talking "I didn't mean it, what I said earlier."

She looked at me, her eyes filled with sadness.

"You didn't hurt my feelings." she smiled sadly "Did you really not mean it?" she asked biting her lower lip.

I can't tell her. I can't tell her everything I feel. I can't let her in. Nothing good can come of that.

I shook my head, staring at her, not sure of what to say next.

I was caught as a drowning man and she was trying to save me.

What do you say when you are caught as a drowning man? When your life is in pieces, and someone is trying to help you? How would you thank such a person? Someone that made you live?

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voiced breaking the silence between us.

"I was just," I said quietly. I turn to face her, and she looks down at the ground. "I was thinking about you."

"Ah...um" she looked up at the ceiling "Again?"

𝕀 stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her neck. Her heartbeat was steady and was able to calm my own, it's not a nervous kind of beat, more like a constant calm. I felt her body relax against mine. I slid my hand down her back, feeling the softness of her skin. I thought about my heart bleeding for her, when I thought about talking about love with her.

All I wanted is for her to feel something for me, even if just a little.

She stayed silent, her head against my chest and quietly listening to my heartbeat.

"I hate being alone." She lifted her head from my chest and looked at me. I can feel her breath against my chest.

"I would feel better if I had someone to talk to. I would feel better if I knew someone was listening." I added after a moment of silence. Still being close to my chest, she lifted her head up and looked at me.

𝕊he is so sweet when she is lost and confused about things. She stepped back, her body pressed against the wooden door. I looked at her, my eyebrows raised in question. I didn't notice that I was walking toward her, or maybe I was too busy staring into her eyes.

She is lovely. She is beautiful. I felt my heart flutter with every step I took toward her. I could tell she was self-conscious, but there was something else.

Her eyes were filled with sadness, a sadness I can't explain.

She closed her eyes and sighed. I stood close to her and waited with gentle eyes until she spoke.

"I care about you, but..." she began "Give me a moment, I need to form words."

I laughed slightly under my breath "So cold shoulder" I joked, but she didn't laugh. She remained further immersed in her thoughts.

She opened her eyes, from which the sadness disappeared.

“I'm sorry but I think I'm not ready for a relationship.... But I would be glad if I can find out with you. Because I like you, I really like you. I can even say that I love you, Russ.” if I had a cigarette in my mouth right now it would fall out of my mouth, I look at her with surprise.

She was the kind of woman who needed to be handled gently, though that seemed to be an odd thing to say about someone as strong as her. My mind creates a million things, but none of them come out of my mouth.

Instead, I lean in and give her a gentle kiss.

I smile stupidly, I was the opposite of the guy that I should be.

I kissed her again. This time a little longer and our lips were pressed together for a slight eternity before she finally pulled away. She smiled and put her hands on my cheeks.

𝕋hen, feeling tender and a little shy, I open my eyes and we both breathed on each other's faces. Her fingers move lightly over my scars, at which I give in to the feeling.

"I love you." she said.

So, THIS is what it tastes like! I thought to myself, with a flutter in my gut and a knot in my throat. What a stupid idea! It couldn't be anything but love; but what a surprise!

After all, it was just a kiss, a simple kiss....

I fall in love with her, even more.

During the time I spend with her I always have this feeling. A feeling of happiness, like sparkles.

With the kiss, the feelings started to flow, those feelings were always there, but I blocked them.

I can't believe this is happening to me. What kind of idiot must I be, what reason did I have for blocking my feelings?

This was not the usual feeling I had when kissing a woman.

I have kissed enough girls to know what to expect, but this time was different. I felt like I was exchanging my first kiss with someone I will always love.

Since we met, she liked to tease me, which made me even more drawn to her.

I'm not the kind of person who deserves a girl like her.

Still, it wasn't enough to stop me. I couldn't make myself stop. Her lips were the ones I wanted to kiss forever. I wanted to feel her soft lips on mine, and I wanted to taste her sweetness.

It's hard to describe how much I loved her.

I feel like I'm going crazy, I feel like I'm losing my mind.

There was something happening in my chest that made me want to cry.

When did I start loving her? It shouldn't be this difficult.

Loved is a word that was never appropriate to describe how I felt when I first meet her.

I wanted to show her how much I loved her, and how much she made me feel.

She was charming and pretty, but above all, she was my friend.

I like her, I really like her. I want to be with her. I love her....

ℂatching her at the waist I force her to follow me. I close the door and lean her against the wall next to me. I look into her eyes after a while I kiss her again, more passionately, more dominantly, but trying not to violate her boundaries.

She didn't resist me, she kissed me. My butterflies returned. I smile.

I feel like I'm going crazy, I can't stop. I want to kiss her forever. My body is trembling, my heart is beating like a drum.

I can't hold back anymore.

After a while she was able to break the kiss, she looked away from me as she felt my breath on her neck.

"You're so beautiful. You know that?" I whisper in her ear." You're so flowery, you're so amazing and you're so gentle. You can be so soft and you're beautiful." While kissing her slowly I feel the warmth of her body. Her face is bright red, faintly reflecting the color of her eyes.

She opens her mouth, wants to answer, but stop herself. Hearing her voice again after a long time made me feel good. "Russell, keep going."

"I don't want to do something you don't want to do." I say.

She looks down, smiles and blushes even more.

She looks up like she wants something, she looks into my eyes, then looks down again.

A shiver runs down my spine.

I slowly put my hand on her chest, and caress it, playing with her breast through her shirt.

She starts to kiss me again, more passionately and more intensely.

I kiss her neck to get her to stop, but she moves over, and I can't perform, I want her so much that I'm at the point of no return.

I want to die from the love I have for her.

I whisper in her ear. "I want you so much." She pulls me closer, won't stop kissing me and caressing my body.

We smile at one another, rubbing our foreheads against each other.

She takes my hand and puts it between her legs.

I feel her body tremble slightly. I feel her warmth through her pants, my heart beats faster than ever. I can't control myself anymore.

"ℍey, hey, hey boy, calm your horses." she says as I start to put my hand in her pants.

I kiss her, on the lips.

"Adler boy! Slow down a little." she says grabbing my wrist.

I kiss her passionately and intensely. My heart and breath are pounding, my whole body is shaking, I feel like I'm going to come from just kissing her.

"Don't you want it?" I ask taking my hand away while looking deeply into her eyes, hoping my face won't force her to make a decision she doesn't want.

She bit her lips sexily kissing my scarred cheek.

𝕀 feel her lips trembling, I feel her love for me, I feel her desire for me. Her passion inflames my soul, my passion inflames her soul as well. She moves closer, so I kiss her. I kiss her deeply feeling her tongue in my mouth, her breath and her chest against mine.

I kiss her lightly on the lips, then on the neck, then in the ear, she smells so good.

"Lock the door and come to me, Russell boy." she whispers in my ear.

I smile and nod. I quickly turned the lock on the door and turned on my heel, facing Y/N.

[Part 2 smut]

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Laito Ecstasy [07]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts on the open field of Rotigenberg

Yuuri: Kino. The Vibora Clan has retreated their troops just now.

Kino: What about the Ravens and the remaining Ghouls?

Yuuri: They are on stand-by in the forest, as per your command. Our Familiar has also informed us that Eden has decided to take action.

Kino: I see. Thanks. Hehe...Just as I hoped for.

( I’m sure she believes that the Vibora decided to target the Ghouls for no good reason. )

( Completely unaware that I am actually the one who instigated their attack ーー )

And the people from the Church?

Yuuri: I believe they have yet to pick up on our plans.

Kino: I see. Well, even if they’re onto something, I can just come up with a random excuse so that’s not an issue.

Right now, getting into Eden is our top priorityーー

( As long as I can get my hands on those powers, I no longer need the Church anyway. )

Yuuri: Well then, if you’d excuse me now.

Kino: Yeah. I’m relying on you to inform me if something happens again.

*Woosh*

*Flap flap*

Monologue

A few days have passed since.

The relationship between Laito-kun and I remains the same,

somewhere in between good and bad.

Amidst all of that, we were making steady progression,

on the preparations to welcome Kino,

as well as the Ghouls and the Ravens to the castle.

Yui: ( I mean, I guess it’s a good thing that the Adler Clan has decided to cease their attack after picking up on our movements. )

( Kino-kun also agreed to join us here without hesitationーー )

( I guess he was in a pickle after all. )

( I wonder if that means he gave up on trying to get his hands on Laito-kun’s powers...? )

( I hope this means the Ghouls will be able to have a bit of a breather finally. )

( Regardless of what the circumstances may have been, I have to be thankful to Laito-kun. )

Yuma: Yo, Sow. Seems like they’ll arrive soon.

Yui: Ah, yes. All rooms have already been prepared.

Yuma: I see. ーー Oh, if you speak of the Devil.

ー Kino and the Ghouls arrive to the Castle

Kino: ーー Long time no see...!

Yui: It must have been a tiring journey!

Kino: Haah...I guess you could say I’m pretty beat. I’m in the mood to sink my fangs right into that nape of yours...

ー Kino moves closer

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...!? K-Kino-kun...!!

( He seems sort of different...from before? What happenedーー )

U-Um...There’s something I’d like to confirm with you.

Kino: Hm? Yes?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Now that you’re here, your goal has pretty much been achieved, right?

Finding a new home for the Ghouls should have been your main objective ーー In that case, it’s been...

Kino: Yup. I guess you could say this easily fixed the problem?

Yui: So I can assume that you’ll no longer be after Laito-kun’s powers?

Kino: ーー I mean, I no longer need them, do I?

Yui: I see, I’m glad...

Kino: I’m sure you’re the one who arranged this, right?

Yui: Oh no, Laito-kun is the one who made the final decision...I didn’t do anything.

Kino: I doubt it? I doubt any of this would have happened if you didn’t bring it up to him.

Yui: Kino-kun...

( ...He looks genuinely relieved...I’m glad I was able to help out... )

Laito: Welcome.

Yui: ーー Laito-kun...!

( I should let Laito-kun know as well, huh? )

Selection

→ Don’t inform him (❦)

Yui: ( Actually, it might come across as if he needs me to spell everything out to him...I’m sure he’ll get the message regardless. )

( I’ll keep my mouth shut. )

Laito: ...

Kino: ...Hey there, long time no see...~ I’m really grateful for what you did this time.

→ Inform him

Yui: Laito-kun, Kino-kun said that he no longer has any reason to target your powers.

Isn’t that great...?

Laito: Hmー Honestly...Those words don’t sound very sincere.

Yui: Eh...?

( Perhaps I shouldn’t have said anything at all... )

Kino: Oh well, either way, I truly am grateful. Thank you, Laito-kun.

Laito: Grateful, huh?

Kino: Hm? Is that a strange thing to say?

Laito: No, not at all. I mean, it only makes perfect sense for you to be grateful about this situation.

Yui: ( He’s kind of talking like there’s a hidden meaning behind his words... )

What about the Ghouls...? Are they safe?

Kino: Yeah. Somehow. ...Still, I can’t say that all of them came out unscathed.

Yui: ...I see...

Laito: Oh well, why don’t you come in for now? It isn’t very comfortable to talk while standing here, is it?

ーー We’ve got a lot of catching up to do after all...

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Yui: ーー I guess we can say that Kino-kun’s issue has been solved for now.

Laito: I wonder?

Yui: Eh?

Laito: No. Nothing...

Yui: ...

Laito-kun, listen...I just can’t help but feel...like there has been some kind of misunderstanding between us.

Laito: Misunderstanding?

Yui: Yeah. You know...There isn’t anything special going on between Kino-kun and I, you see...?

Look, you realized that...he sucked my blood against my will once, didn’t you?

Soーー

Laito: ...Oh come on.

Yui: ...?

Laito: You really think I’d hold that against you? Fufufu...You silly girl, Bitch-chan~

Yui: Thenーー

Laito: Are you saying this because I seem to have changed? Actually, aren’t you the one who wished for this to happen?

‘I want you to tell me your true feelings. Don’t cover them up.’ ...That’s what you told me, correct?

Yui: I see...I was convinced you had gotten the wrong idea.

Laito: Nfu~ How cruel...I guess that’s your female genes doing their thing.

Yui: Are you trying to say that I view the world through my own personal lens (1)? I’m sorry if that’s the case.

Laito: It’s fine. I like that side of you after all...

ー Laito walks away

Yui: ( ...Were those his true feelings just now? I guess it’s a bad habit of mine to always doubt him like that... )

( But ーー For some reason, I can feel a wall between us. )

( I can’t help but feel like he’s different now...From the man I saw back then on the balcony. )

( I wonder if ultimately, I’m the one pushing my own desired view of him... )

( It’s complicated... )

Monologue

ーー The Ghouls under Kino-kun’s command have arrived at Eden.

This should have marked the conclusion,

to one of the issues on my mind.

However, with that, the next problem (次なる問題) immediately poses itself...

No, this is something which has lingered in my mind this whole time.

It is not something which has only just now popped up.

It’s always the same with Laito-kun.

Right when I think we’re finally on the same wavelength,

we suddenly become out of sync (かみ合わなくなる) again.

While it would be very easy,

to simply blame it on his own unstable state of mind,

I am confident that I hold some blame in it as well.

I wonder what I can do to get back on the right track?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) This part of the conversation was a little tricky to grasp for me. In the previous line, Laito calls her out for being a ‘girl’, with 女の子 or ‘onna no ko’ written in Katakana to emphasize the word. Yui then mentions the word 都合いい or ‘tsugou ii’, which means ‘convenient’. It can also be used to refer to someone’s personality, however, in which case I believe it should be taken as someone who likes to bend reality to the personal image they have of the situation inside their head. In this case, Yui was so convinced that Laito had misunderstood the bite marks on her neck and therefore had been acting kind of off, when in reality, he claims that is not the case at all.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lelaitoecstasy7

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darlingor · 3 years ago

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The Drunken Mind

Tw: graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood and implied rape

Adler x Harlow(my oc)

More below the cut!

Harlow and Adler had been working hard lately. Late nights spent at the office, sleepless nights. They both decided that it was time to have a little fun. It had been far too long since they had been to their favorite bar.

A small, “hole in the wall” joint downtown. Or so it used to be. As they walked up to the place, they opened the door to see it jam packed. Adler scowled, but felt a little relief to see the relaxed energy still lingered.

The music was playing low, and the room was filled with conversation. They found two empty seats at the bar and ordered their drinks. A whiskey for Adler and a vodka cranberry for Harlow.

“It’s nice to finally get out with you. It’s been so long since we’ve been able to just relax. I’ve missed you.” He peered over his shades to look into her gray eyes.

He adored the blush that spread over her checks and the small smile that grew on her face.

“I’ve missed you too, Russ. More than you’ll ever know.” She reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

A loud bang came from the tables situated in the middle of the room. The pair turned to see a very intoxicated man sitting on the floor, with his chair laid flat beside him.

He managed to pull himself up off the floor and looked at everybody.

“Sorry uh guys. I- I just fell over a uh a little.” He swatted his hand in the air. “Get back to yer’ drinkin’.”

Adler turned back to the bar with a scoff.

“What an asshole.” He lifted his glass and took a sip of his whiskey. Harlow also turned around.

“You’ve got that right. I just can’t stand a man who can’t handle his liquor.” Adler smiled over at her.

“So Russ. Any idea when you’re gonna be sent out again? Have you gotten any closer to finding the guy?” Adler and his team were still searching for Perseus, and so far, there were no leads. Harlow could tell that he was beginning to get frustrated with the matter. The man held his emotions deep, and she wished that he would just talk to her. But oh, how she hates forcing him into those kinds of conversations.

“Not a single idea. We got a message though, one of our decrypters is trying to decode it. Maybe we’ll have something soon. I feel like we’re close.” He talked so passionately about the subject. Harlow liked listening to him talk about it.

“We’ll that’s good. Maybe you’ll be able to rest soon.” Her eyes softened as they looked up into his shades.

“I sure hope so honey. I’m over due for a vacation.”

The two continued to have various conversations, ranging from work to the latest music and so on. They were occasionally interrupted by the same drunk man. Harlow stated that he just doesn’t know how to quit. Adler quickly agreed.

“I’m gonna go use the restroom. Be right back.” He stood and kissed the top of her head as he headed off. He knew Harlow loved those little lovestruck expressions. Made her feel warm inside.

She took another sip of her drink as the drunk man piped up again.

“Come on guys! You’re all a bunch of *hic* debbie downers. Li- lighten up a bit.”

She noticed that his words were more slurred than before, and he stumbled over them more.

She was looking at him, disgust evident on her normally soft features, when he turned and locked eyes with her. He smirked and sent her a wink. She turned around with a roll of the eyes.

Suddenly, the man was beside her leaning against the bar.

“Hey pretty l-lady. What’s a girl doing in a place like this?” He coughed out.

Her expression remained stoic and her eyes stayed glued to the bar.

“Just trying to enjoy a drink.”

The man’s brows furrowed at her tone, but his drunk mind brushed it off.

“Well it’s never good being uh alone. How about you hang out with me?” He jumbled up his words and was almost inaudible, but Harlow picked up on his words.

“No thanks. Just want to enjoy this in peace.”

The man didn’t like that.

“Oh c-come on!” He placed a hand on her forearm. When she tried to yank her arm away, his grip tightened.

About that time, Adler walked out of the bathroom, and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw that repulsive man with his hands on Harlow. An unearthly rage began to bubble inside him.

“Bitch, you’re gonna come with me. Whether you like it or not.” His words were urgent and aggressive. He gripped Harlows arm so tight she thought it would be bruised in the morning. He began to try to pull her off of her seat and out the door.

“You have no clue what i’m gonna do to you whore!”

Adler walked up and grabbed the man’s arm with a fierce grip.

“Hey what the hell?” The man turned around to see Adler’s large form standing over him.

A primal rage seemed to seep from the imposing man. He threw the his hand off of Harlow and pushed her behind him.

Tears had filled her eyes and she began to sob. The sound of her crying tore Adler to shreds, and only fueled his anger. Foolishly, the man threw a punch at Adler. He had been distracted. A cowardly act.

Adler turned suddenly and grabbed the man’s first mid air. The vein in his neck was popping out and his left eye was twitching. His jaw was clenched and he was blinded by anger. All he saw was red.

“Let me fucking go you damn clown!”

Adler began to bend the man’s fist. He pushed back so hard that a sickening crunch emanated throughout the bar, and the man began to scream. No. Shriek. An inhuman sound Harlow had never had the pleasure, or misfortune, of hearing. He continued to push further until the man was brought to his knees. Adler raised his other fist and laid a devastating blow to the man’s face.

The whole bar was up and staring. They gasped at the sight, yet nobody even thought about stepping in.

“Oh my God, he’s gonna kill him!” A lady shrieked, but Adler tuned her out.

He let his grip lessen as the man fell back on the floor. Harlow noted that his nose was now at a crooked angle, and blood seeped onto his face. Truthfully, she wanted to laugh.

The man groaned and held his now limp wrist. Adler walked over and knelt down next to the man. He ripped his sunglasses from his face and leaned over the bloodied man.

“Look in my eyes motherfucker. You ever touch my wife, or any woman, like that ever again, I’ll personally hunt you down and hang you on my fucking wall. Have I made myself clear?”

“Who are you?” He asked in a terrified tone, completely disregarding the threat. Adler smirked down at him.

“CIA doesn’t accept just anybody.” His reddened eyes widened in horror. “Now, I don’t think you answered my question.” He wrapped his strong hands around the man’s collar, and the drunks hands instinctively shot up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again. Just please leave me alone!” He sobbed out. Adler let his grip falter, and he stood back up, leaving him a bloody pile on the floor. He turned around and looked at Harlow, his aggressive gaze immediately faltered.

“Harlow, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He walked forward and wrapped the small woman in a tight hug. She sobbed into his chest.

“I’m okay. Just take me home Russ.” He threw a twenty on the bar, wrapped his arm around her small shoulders, and walked her out of the bar. Managing to spit on the man as he walked by.

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I expressed my want for this kind of fic, but I had to take matters into my own hands. Think I did pretty good, and I really enjoyed writing Adler so in love with someone that isn’t Bell. Also loved writing violent Adler, that was fun. Hope y’all like this concept and story!

#russell adler #Adler x oc #Adler x harlow #call of duty #cod:bocw #call of duty black ops #black ops cold war #cod #cod adler #cod cold war #violent Adler gives me life #yes Adler beat the shut out of him #doing the lords work #Adler says fuck rapists #Harlow adler #my oc #my oc shit #my oc character

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heliosrisingheroesimagines · 2 years ago

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Ambrosia with Gast please!

Gast Adler:

Ambrosia - a successful love confession.

Gast kept telling himself everything would be fine.

No matter how many times he repeated it in his head his hands were still shaking, crumpling up the letter in his hands as he decided that was a coward’s way out. It just wasn’t him, being all romantic and poetic in a letter, in his mind he felt it would be better to hear his voice as he confessed his feelings to you. But what if it cracked? What if he stuttered? What if the second he saw your face his brain went into shutdown mode and he couldn’t get a single word out?

“Gast? Earth to Gast?”

Oh my God, how long had you been there? Gast nearly jumped out of his skin and made himself look further uncool, wondering if maybe this was a sign he should just keep his trap shut. He looked at you nervously, continuing to not greet you properly which left you worried. Your slight head tilt as you questioned him was so cute it was unbearable and he nearly got lost in his head again despite the fact you were right in front of him.

“Are you okay?” You looked so genuinely concerned it made his heart skip a beat.

“A-Are you?”

“…Yes?” You raised an eyebrow at the odd question. “Are you positive you’re okay?”

“Look, we need to talk…” Gast shifting back and forth on his feet, leaving you further worried.

“Now that REALLY doesn’t sound like everything’s okay.”

“It ain’t that serious, promise, it’s just that… me an’ you… what do you think of that?”

It was an admittedly odd question to pose not to mention he didn’t really specify what he meant by referencing the two of you. You were friends, you thought, you trained together and had the occasional patrol together. You were often times out and about together when there was no hero work to be done. If you didn’t like being around him you certainly wouldn’t waste your time hanging out with him which means he was asking about… His red cheeks and nervous demeanor suddenly made sense but he looked so irresistibly cute, you couldn’t help but mess with him despite finally understanding what he was getting at.

“What do you mean?” You asked innocently. “We’re best friends, aren’t we? Do you not… like that?”

“No! I mean, yeah, I do! But I was wonderin’ if ya would wanna… W-What are ya laughin’ at?” The desperate look on his face to get his proper point across caused you to finally break down, hardly able to stifle your giggles behind your hand.

“I’m sorry, Gast, that was a little mean, wasn’t it?” He used to be a delinquent so he can’t exactly picture you being any worse than the people he’s dealt with in the past. “I would like to go on a date with you. And also just date you in general.”

Gast suddenly felt like he didn’t have a care in the world.

#Gast Adler #Gast Adler x Reader #Helios Rising Heroes #Helios Rising Heroes Imagines #Helios Rising Heroes x Reader #Helios R Imagines #Helios R #Helios R x Reader #Scenario #Flower Prompts

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waka-chan-out · 4 years ago

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Hi meeeg!! First of all, CONGRATS ON 300! 🎊 I've been following you for quite awhile but this is my first time interacting with u 👉👈 And I was hoping I could participate in your event 💓

1. Ushiwaka

2. “you missed me? how much?”

3. I'm a she/ her, defimitely the sub; i have a daddy kink, breeding kink, a dash of degrading and praising too (recieving end),.. i just like being dominated over 🙉

-🚾

300 Follower Event

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Prompt 17: “You missed me? How much?”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1k

content warning: daddy kink, brief grinding, very little foreplay, cowgirl, tired ushi lets you do your thing, light breeding kink, please let him rest

THANK YOU ANON 🥺 this was so sweet and i’m glad you’ve enjoyed my content. please feel free to contact me more often (i’ll set aside the 🚾 emoji for you if you’d like). i love interacting with people on here even though i’m honestly still struggling with how tumblr works lmao. ushiwaka is the love of my life so you have definitely come to the right place.

note: it’s so hard to find decent manga panels of our sweet little timeskip ushi 😭 forgive me he looks so uncomfortable in the banner.

You heard the keys turning in the lock and immediately dashed to the door. Ushijima didn’t even have time to set down his bags before you were throwing your arms around his neck. He buried his face in your hair and you could feel him smiling.

“Hi, love,” he said.

“Hi,” you replied. Your voice was muffled against his shirt. You stood there for a moment, breathing in each other. It was just two weeks, but it felt like forever. Back to back games, bad weather, and two broken buses later, Ushijima was finally home.

“Can I come in?” he asked. You laughed and stepped to the side.

“I’ll help you. I’m sure you’re tired.”

“It was hard sleeping on the bus. I might pass out the second I lay down.” You huffed a laugh as you helped him carry his bags to your bedroom.

“Oh, I hope not,” you said. He squinted at you and you raised your eyebrows in return. “What?”

“Nothing. I enjoy you.”

You tried and failed to fight off your grin. Ushijima zipped off his jacket and slumped facefirst onto the bed.

“Babe! At least change first.”

He groaned into the mattress.

“I can’t. Too tired.”

You laughed and climbed up onto the bed. You pushed at his shoulder and he shifted onto his back.

“I missed you,” you said, swinging a leg over him and taking a seat on his lap.

Ushijima slung his arm behind his head and stared up at you. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were softened in amusement.

“You missed me?” he asked. He laid his other hand on your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb. “How much?”

In response, you shifted your hips, grinding against him. His lips twitched into a small smile as he kept his hands in place.

“I want to show you,” you said, moving again. You drew out long, slow motions against him, until you felt him matching your arousal beneath you. “I want you to relax and I can show you.”

His lips curled in a lazy smile.

“You can do whatever you’d like.”

You returned the smile and pushed off everything you were wearing below the waist. He stared at you with an unchanging amused expression as you pulled down the front of his sweats.

“That quick to use me?” he asked as you lined him up with your entrance. “Naughty girl. What would you have done if I hadn’t come home?”

“Waited.” You whimpered as you sunk onto him. “Waited for — fuck — daddy.”

He smiled and squeezed your hip harder as you shifted up and down on top of him.

“So good,” he sighed, eyes flickering shut for a moment as you continued moving. He looked so enamored with you, so tired and a little bored in an inexplicably sexy way.

Being in control was a foreign experience to you with Ushijima, but that didn’t matter. He was still in charge even if you were controlling the pacing, position, everything. The way he looked into your eyes told you he was allowing this, letting you use him to show your love, to demonstrate just how needy you were when he was gone.

You swore as you sunk down lower than you meant to, bracing yourself on his chest for a moment. Ushijima laughed.

“Get too eager? Come here.” He gestured for you to lean against him. You laid down onto his chest and pressed your lips to his. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he kept kissing you.

He gripped you tighter and began moving his hips, slow but completely overwhelming. You pulled away and buried your face against his neck with a gasp. The position shift hit exactly where you needed him. You just wanted a little more.

“Please,” you managed to say before swearing again.

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, daddy. A little — ah — a little faster.”

He chuckled into your ear and tightened his grip around you. You groaned as he picked up his pace.

“Is that what my pretty girl needed?”

“Yes.” Your voice was muffled and embarrassingly desperate against his t shirt.

“You’re gonna make me come.” Despite himself, his voice was becoming increasingly unsteady as he snapped his hips against you.

“Please, daddy. Inside me.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed and buried his face into your hair.

“I just got home and have to remind you that you’re mine? You really did miss me.”

“So much, daddy. Please.”

“Fine. Be a good girl and kiss me.”

You struggled to sit up against him but managed to connect your lips with his, sloppily sighing into each others mouths as you both neared the edge.

You beat Ushijima to it, whining and leaning your forehead against his as your body locked against him. He followed behind quickly, hands moving to hold your hips steady as he groaned and twitched inside of you.

You panted against each other for a moment, then Ushijima laughed.

“How are we going to move without ruining my clothes?”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked down, realizing he was still in his nice Adler’s sweatpants. You pressed your face into his chest and joined in his laughter.

“Can you get a new pair?”

“No, actually. So why don’t we . . .” He pulled his arms around you again and, without much warning, rolled so you were underneath him. You yelped as you moved before settling against the bed. He planted a kiss on your nose and smiled.

“Can you get cleaned up and let daddy rest?” he asked. You nodded happily and inhaled when he pressed another kiss on your lips. He carefully fell onto the bed and closed his eyes. You turned to stare at him as his big chest fell into a steady rhythm. You smiled.

“Welcome home.”

#meg’s 300 follower event :)#ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #wakatoshi smut #wakatoshi x reader

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cryinginthebackseat · 3 years ago

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you’ve got more poison than sugar - part iii

part i part ii AO3

Fandom: Call Of Duty

Pairing: Russell Adler x Bell

Words: 6.572

Warnings: here’s where the smut tag comes into play, boy with a copious amount of power play and yeah, it’s messy af

Author’s note: after three months, a couple of brainstorming in the bathtub, delays, revisions and self-doubt, chapter 3 is finally done. i hope you'll enjoy it. also, i don't think i have to warn you what will go down in this chapter.

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Fast forward to twenty-four hours since he discovers that Bell is fucking someone, Lazar drops about half a dozen of dusty manilas on his desk. Adler’s eyes sweep over them. He recognizes Bell’s handwriting etched across the memo attached to one of the folders right away.

He picks it up. It’s becoming second nature to him lately; drawing himself to her, an ineradicable magnetic force pulling his end of the pole.

A muscle on his jaw twitches.

For a moment, Adler despises her. He allows himself to really despise her. She’s started something in his head- a war; an intangible, unmanageable riot and if he lets her, she’ll rearrange him until he’s insane.

And he can’t let that happen. He’s the one holding the leash here, not vice versa.

“This is what we have on Dragovich’s activities in Yamantau,” Lazar informs him, pulling him back down to earth.

Adler stands, keeping his face easy, neutral. “Is this everything?”

“So far, yeah. Bell says she’ll let us know if she digs up something more from the archives though.”

Bell- the Bell in question- can be heard sighing, like she turns the corner and finds herself at a cul-de-sac; hunching over her desk, reading, her fingers keep buttoning and unbuttoning the top of her shirt, madly distracting (him).

She remains in her seat, for pretty much the remainder of the day. Eyes glued to the pages before her, factory-like dedication. She hardly looks up when Sims borrows her pen or when Park stands over her, sipping her coffee, inquiring about her progress behind a plume of smoke.

The only- truly time Bell ever lifts her head from her work is when Mason approaches her desk. She gazes up at him, notes forgotten, a kittenish smile etched across her face, come-hither eyes that could have time hung in motion, or held at ransom, perhaps. Mason’s own smile is full-blown, too wide, too genial, as he stalks closer and closer to her table, her whirlpool.

Adler does a double-take, like his eyeballs only functioning for the first time. He might as well be hallucinating it because no... this can’t be right, can it?

But then Mason is touching her hand, a blink-and-you-miss-it movement that was not lost on Adler and oh, she’s looking at him hopefully now.

The knots in Adler's stomach are vertiginous. Realization rings in his head like a gunshot, nearly leaving him in a daze. There’s no denying it. Not when the exchange unfurls before his eyes like a broken, warped film reel and there’s nothing to stop him from seeing it.

The thought of her and him haunts the rest of his waking hours, until there’s absolutely no telling how far he’s fallen into his own pit.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ( Alex Mason fucked her that night.

Mason was in her bed; beside her, above her, under her. Inside her. He imagines her fingers digging into the mattress as Mason rolled her onto her stomach, mouth trailing down the ladder of her spine. Their breaths intermingled in the seraphic glow of her hotel room.

Alex Mason fucked her. It shouldn't leave an acrid taste in his mouth, but it does.)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ She haphazardly reaches for the mug and takes a hearty gulp of its content. It’s not hers.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Bell says, mortified and places the mug down noisily on the desk. “I’m sorry, I thought it was mine.”

The rim of his mug is now stained with her lipstick. Adler bites down on a careful retort.

He thinks he knows now. Why he lets it happen, why he thinks of her in metaphors, why she gives him that vertigo. The answer is at the tip of his tongue- he can almost taste it, like spoiled milk or rancid gardenia. But it’s much easier to ignore it until the words grow diminuendo and disappear, that he thinks he imagined it all along.

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You can’t obsess without turning around and getting lost in the middle.

Or losing a part of yourself in the process.

The idea of obsession, to obsess, perhaps is a far riskier thing for a person to have than playing the knife game, blindfolded with absolutely no telling where to start.

Yet we all do it, despite knowing the very dark flipside it possesses.

Perhaps it’s the very nature of humans, tucked deep within the pigeonhole of our minds, suffused by the very promise of bogus achievements that usually leads most of us insane, thinking that obsession is essential to living. But without it, artists are corporate slaves, slack-jawed know-it-alls moving stiffly in the middle of the hullabaloo that is our world; Paris would be just as unrecognizable today without Napoleon’s artistic legacy.

Obsession is good.

Obsession is dangerous.

The very dichotomy should have us all warded off of it.

Yet, again, we all do it. Again, and again, and again until it taints our veins. And it’s always far too late until you realize, that yes, now all you see is her, the air has been poisoned by her perfume, that her name is now forevermore engraved in your skin, like an overgild tattoo.

That you end up in downtown Berlin, out of sight, out of mind.

He finds them there, in a shoebox-sized cafe. Ill-lit, low-ceiling, coffee-stained floor that shows the wear of three decades worth of boots, pantoffels and high heels and Adler is sitting in his car, nursing a beer with but one all-consuming, perplexing thought:

Bell and Mason.

Someone told him they arrived together, about an hour ago. The cafe has become their usual haunts, his source said, ever since they’ve returned from Ukraine and Adler just can’t wrap his head around this- them. In his head, they’re wholly different entities. Two proper nouns separated by a conjunction, or a comma if mentioned in a list.

They’re the kind of opposites that he thought don’t attract, yet here they are.

Perhaps it's inevitable, both are products of brainwashing. Maybe they sensed one another, speaking in code, like detecting an RF signal from a nuclear bunker.

Then the doors to the cafe swing open. They step outside, cheeks flushed, his arm wrapped around her waist, her lips glueing on the slope of his neck. Shaded eyes watch them from the opposite street, his disgust obvious.

Now, Adler wonders how this all began. Someone must have made the first move.

He wonders if it was her. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

"You wanted to see me?"

Adler looks up from his desk and nods. "Lock the door behind you."

And Alex Mason, the root of all this trouble, obeys. Looking somewhat uncertain under the scrutiny of the harsh lights, and shuts the blinds. Unlike Woods, he takes a seat at the chair Adler sets up before the desk.

"What is it?" Mason asks, after a long, almost unending silence. His curiosity seeps through the room.

There is very little control when the first domino falls. Oftentimes, once it starts, it’s like crossing the Rubico n and the next thing you know, you are lying flat on the ground in some theater, 23 fresh stab wounds decorating your body and the beat of your pulse seems dim and distant, everything feels cold except your blood; warm, bright and thick like gasoline, crawling into every space until it goes into your throat and strangles you, kills you. Fini, kaput.

But then again, he's not Caesar and this isn't Rome.

Adler pushes the first tile.

"How long has this been going on?" he asks without fanfare, tight and composed as ever. Never mind the way his eyes ignite like cold blue fire behind his glasses.

"How long has what been going on?"

“You and Bell." And Mason blinks at him in surprise. Bingo. "I saw the two of you leaving for her hotel from a cafe in Downtown Berlin last night. So don't bother skirting your way around this.” Adler leans forward across his desk. He’s a man on a mission- there’s no stopping him now.

“Now, let me rephrase the question, how long have you been fucking her?"

"Hold on, hold on, you were stalking us?" Mason asks, waspish.

Adler winces inwardly. "I was keeping an eye out for my asset.”

“Asset?” Mason hisses, like Adler just blasphemed. “Jesus Christ, Russ, is that all she ever is to you? An asset? She’s your protégé, for god’s sake- a person! What is wrong with you?"

"Plenty. Or apparently, so I've been told.”

"I don't find you amusing.”

“I'm hardly ever,” Adler parries. Mason remains silent, yet the tilt of his lips translate exactly what words can't. "And you haven't answered my question."

“Bullshit. I don’t owe you anything."

"Listen, Al-"

"No, you listen to me. You may be calling the shots around here, but this has absolutely nothing to do with you. Whatever- or whoever - we're doing in our spare time is none of your business, do you understand? So you can just drop it," Mason seethes, bitter, and, much to Adler’s surprise, rises to leave. “We’re done here.”

"That's where you're wrong."

Mason has only managed to put a few paces between them before he turns around, once again stepping inside this metaphorical boxing ring.

"What?"

"This has everything to do with me," Adler says coolly. "You said it yourself, I'm the one who calls the shots here. Meaning, anything that could potentially fuck up my operation is my concern and I have the right to intervene should it needed. This, being a case in point."

Mason looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “What the hell does fucking her have to do with this whole operation?”

“Everything.” He says it like quiet resignation. It’s time to acknowledge the truth, he thinks, to that unusual idea that has been swirling in the deep recesses of his mind, that everyone’s weakness is varied.

Achilles had his heel, and Adler has her.

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to, Al. You don't even know her."

Mason gives him a level stare. "And you do?"

Adler is so hard-pressed to say 'I made her' but even he wouldn't stoop that low.

"That is beside the point,” Adler tells him instead as he turns to his vice- one of them, at least- and lights it.

“There is literally no point to this conversation.”

“The point is, stay the hell away from Bell. I'm saying this for your own good."

"My own good or yours?"

Adler does not flinch, but his hand does ball into a fist under the table, how the fingers curl and then flex.

"Don't be ridiculous. I gain nothing from this except assurance." It's a lie, it's the truth. There's no in between. He doesn’t know which is which anymore. "You, on the other hand, I'm sure the old ball and chain wouldn't be near as thrilled about hearing this if word ever gets out."

Mason is quiet for a beat.

"Is that a threat?"

"Only once I pulled the pin," Adler replies, a dangerous undercurrent in his voice.

But the thing with Mason, he'll come to realize later, is how much, like with Bell, weaving through his mind is like trying to grasp for purchase in the dark as he, once again, does the unpredicted and smile- a venomous grin warps his face, like he’s mocking him, challenging him to move his piece on the board and make this mistake.

Adler stares back, surprised despite himself.

He shocks him further by saying, "Go ahead, then. Pull the pin, throw the grenade, tell her. See if she cares."

Adler’s eyes narrow at his askance. He then drags his attention to Mason’s left hand, and something grave and familiar rises in his chest.

The absence of the metal band around his ring finger tells him why.

“You know where to reach her. If anything, I’m sure she’d trust your words better than anyone else’s. So please, do it.” And Mason’s so goddamn sanctimonious about it. He’s clearly expecting this particular reaction out of Adler. It only leaves Adler angrier.

Another long pause stretches, heavy and unkind.

"Fine. Maybe she won't mind, but I'm sure the Agency wouldn’t be as tolerant.” Adler takes one last drag of his cigarette. He has that ‘Having nothing, nothing can he lose’ look on his face that makes Mason frowns. “Not when you’ve been fraternizing with the enemy.”

"What?”

"Bell. She’s not who you think she is, Al. Tell me, who do you think is the sorry bastard we saved in Trabzon?”

Mason blinks. His face is blank with shock, then he shakes his head. And he keeps shaking it, almost manic. If he laughs, which one would come first, he wonders, the gun or his fist pummeling the side of his face?

“You’re lying.”

“And why would I lie to you about this?”

"No, no, no, Woods- he told me the guy’s dead,” Mason says, his words are shaky.

“He’s not. And he wasn’t a he."

A crease forms between Mason's eyebrows, the starting of another frown.

“Hold on, if she’s helping us get Perseus then why is she the enemy?”

"Because she doesn't know that."

"Doesn't know what?"

"That she's the enemy."

Mason holds his gaze for a moment, his expression tense, like a slingshot.

And that cold elastic band finally snaps.

“What did you do to her?” He’s openly glaring at him now, mouth tight, an icy fury that is no longer dormant and for the first time since Adler has known him, he finds the man dangerous.

Adler takes a steadying breath. “We did what had to be done.”

"You sick son of a bitch. You brainwa- You-” Mason clamps his mouth shut, trembling hands finding his head. “Shit. How could you?"

Adler ignores his colorful outburst.

“She resisted every form of interrogations we threw at her, Al. We had no choice but to implement MK-Ultra as a last resort. We needed what’s in her head.” Mason is silent in reply. Adler continues, “Look, it’s nasty business, I know, but some of us have to cross a line just to make sure that line's still there in the morning. And as much as I hate agreeing with Hudson, he’s right. We need to preserve our way of life.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to play God,” his voice is resentful and crisp. “Do you have any idea what you are doing? You could jeopardize everything, and for what? You’ve seen what this- this experiment did to me, this won’t end the way you think!”

“Lightning never strikes the same place twice.”

"You’re really willing to gamble on that?”

Adler scowls. “I don’t gamble, Mason. I calculate. And if by some chance I was given a second chance, I’d do it all over again. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Mason doesn’t say anything at first, his loaded gun stare never falters. Then, “The flag may be different, but the methods are the same.”

"What was that?”

“Someone warned me, a long time ago, about how people like you will use people like me or Bell as pawns in your own game. You’d do whatever it takes to get what you want- and my, how you get results, don’t you? But you’re actually no different than the rest of the assholes you're fighting against,” Mason tells him, like he’s spitting out acid in Adler’s face.

“Bell may be the enemy- heck, she could be the architect behind all the chaos Perseus has done, but what you’re doing to her is vile and unethical. There are many ways to make her spill the beans, yet you chose the most immoral method there is out there. I sincerely hope you rot in hell for this."

Before Adler could formulate a response to his tirade, Mason stands to his feet.

“You want me to stay away from her? Fine. Consider this as my formal resignation. After Yamatau, I’m done. I’m out of the team. And if you know what’s good for you, you stay the fuck away from me because I don't ever want to see your face again, do you hear me?” he snarls. “If you think Woods is dangerous, Adler, just remember I nearly could have killed my own president."

Then Mason turns on his heel and walks out of the room, once and for all. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The fist is very much expected, and so does the pain that follows.

"You're out of your fucking depth, shithead," Woods spits, venom lacing his words.

Adler doesn't even bother to retaliate.

He doesn’t see the point. He didn’t think it would get this far. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The garage grows quiet and stodgy with now Mason and Woods are out of the picture. Everyone settles back into their own normal rhythm, the same routine before both men set their feet here almost a week ago.

Hudson doesn’t take the news of their departure kindly, naturally. He stands in Adler’s office, pacing, fuming. Adler ignores him, trying to nurse the skull-splitting migraine he's having at his desk instead. The nasty black eye hidden underneath his glasses. A secret locked, the key thrown away.

His headache, thankfully, has subsided when Sims takes a seat on the other side of the desk, hours later after Hudson left.

"I'm not trying to cause an alarm here, but you'd better watch your back."

Adler's brows furrow but doesn’t look up from the papers before him. "And why's that?"

"'Cause I think you just pissed off the wrong beast," Sims tells him. Adler pauses, then lifts his head to look at his cohort. There's genuine worry flashing over his face.

“Are you talking about Bell?”

“Who else?”

If she's a beast, then what am I? What he wants to ask, but there's a knock at the door and he swallows the words down his throat.

"Come in," Adler says, pretending to be reading again.

The door opens and Bell, fucking Bell, enters his office. It's like watching a tiger pass by your hiding spot in near dark. Neither he nor Sims breathes a word.

Bell's gaze immediately swings to him, like a cosmic pull. She's watching him as she wanders over to the desk and the weight of her stare burns him like Greek fire.

He pushes the documents close, all the while returning her stare. He is never the one who backs out of a challenge, and at this point, he knows that she probably knows that. Maybe that’s why she initiated it in the first place.

"Bell, what is it?" Adler asks firmly, in possession of his full power in this place.

Bell produces three diskettes from her pocket. Something odd definitely shining in her eyes.

"These have been lying on Lazar's desk for hours, but he's busy, so I thought I'd deliver them to you myself," Bell says. And he's trying to work out on her angle but she is unreadable. As always.

Adler nods, frustrated and indignant. "You can leave them here. Thank you."

It is only once the woman leaves that the two agents share a dark, significant look. That was too close.

And it goes without saying, something needs to be done about this. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

March 7th. A's insistence on raising the dosage is illogical. Recent behavioural analysis indicates depression. Will monitor for the next few days. Considering lowering the dosage instead. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The elevator reeks of smoke, cheap Soviet air freshener and something far more poisonous than the devil’s spider, silky hands.

It embodies the woman standing next to him right now- this special animal, emotionless, a constant mystery wrapped with a warning sign.

Adler is tempted to shut his eyes.

Or get out of here. He doesn’t dwell well in this atmosphere, this limited space shared with her alone. He probably should have listened to Hudson about taking Bell for this mission, but she’s the only one he trusts who won’t fuck this up. Not to mention her spotless Russian has proven to help them blend in with the crowd seamlessly.

He needs her, whether he would admit it aloud or not.

But she puts his head in such a spin.

She’s been near-mute since they departed from Germany. She barely acknowledges his questions and orders, barely looks at him. She’s been treating him as if he’s another shadow on the wall.

He rubs the side of his jaw. Something does need to be done about this.

“Are you going to stay quiet forever?” Adler asks. He’s bad at this, but he can’t stand her silence for much longer. Not to mention, they’re at the Lubysnka- the fucking lion's den. If she wants to wallow over Mason’s absence or sinks into whatever melancholic feeling she’s in, she can do it later.

Bell hums, her mouth curls up like serpentine. Adler sketches a confused frown. And she says, “I don’t know. Should I?”

And then, sudden and swift, Bell undoes the cuffs of her uniform. Beady eyes never leave his.

The sight catches him off guard. Somewhere in his mind, he curses something like ‘you’re a beast’ and ‘what the hell are you?’ at her, all in negative connotations. The effects she inflicts on him is maddening.

“What are you doing?” Adler doesn’t bother to hide his surprise.

Bell shrugs and gestures to the duffle bag at their feet. “Gearing up.”

Oh. Embarrassment wells up in him. Fucking hell, this woman will be the death of him.

Her fingers quickly move on to the buttons, still indifferent, nearly tearing them from the seams. The first glimpse of her skin and Adler can’t help but give in, openly stares at her in a way he has never imagined before. Her clavicles like daggers glinting in the lamplight.

Curiosity is a dangerous and heavy load.

He should have closed his eyes.

“Enjoying the show?” Her voice pulls him back from his musings. Her eyes still zero in on him, cutting him to pieces.

Her cleavage comes into view.

The lines on Adler’s face grow taut.

“What do you want, Bell?” He asks, intending for a bark but it ends somewhere like a plea.

“I want many things. As of right now, I want Alex’s cock inside me.” And Adler nearly chokes on his own breath. Bell, eagle-eyed as ever, caught the movement. “But it seems someone insists on being in control of everything, isn’t he?” she snaps.

Adler’s back goes rigid. Trepidation bubbles up in his chest.

Of course, she knows.

“It's not about control.” Adler turns around. He doesn’t quite know what he’s avoiding at this point, her flesh or the truth. “It’s about what’s right.”

He hears her uniform touches her floor as she laughs, mirthless, like broken chandeliers. “I didn’t know whose cock I’m riding is any concern of yours.”

“It is when he’s a member of the team,” he seethes. “What you’re doing with Alex will only lead to complications. And I can’t have tha-”

“Because this is all about you, isn’t it? It’s about upholding your precious reputation in the Agency, controlling the narrative the way you want it no matter how many characters you kill off in the process. It’s always about what you want.” Bell interrupts, not missing a beat. “You selfish motherfucker.”

"This has nothing to do with my reputation in the CIA."

She scoffs. "Spare me the crap, Adler."

Adler turns to fully face her again and holds his arms open, the way someone is facing the firing squad. “Fine. Fine, yes, I’m a selfish motherfucker. I did it because I thought it could ruin the operation. Is that what you wanted to hear? Now, what are you going to do about it?”

She says nothing at first. He silently catalogues her movements as she steps towards him now, half-naked and furious. He feels pinned.

Then, “What do you want me to do about it?”

His mouth dries at the implication. She is temptation, benediction, the coarse ice block before the carver.

How terrible it is to lose control, even just once.

A knowing, vicious smirk flashes over her face. Adler feels like he’s just shown his hand.

“You are one selfish bastard and a coward to boot, aren’t you?” Bell sneers before he has a chance to respond. “At least, Alex was brave enough to make the first move, but you…” her gaze raking up and down his figure coldly, a jeweller presented with second-grade imitations. Wind her up and this honey bee stings.

“You’ll always be the man who hides behind his shades,” she says, dry as dust, and steps back and snatches her clothes from the bag.

This is, without a single doubt, the longest elevator ride he’s ever experienced in his life. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Adler arrived back in Berlin breathing a little harder. Worry wrapped around his neck like a noose, placed by Bell herself; the judge, jury and executioner.

The knot tightens every time his mind refers to her.

The agency trained him, specifically, to keep calm under pressure. He didn’t coin the title “America’s Monster” from his colleagues for nothing. They don’t fear him because he’s hot-headed or thinks in large-scale violence— guns blazing, napalm-induced flames over the hill in the morning, bloodied knuckles and fractured jaw, blood-soaked soles tarnishing the white marble floor. Someone can point a fucking shotgun to his face and he’ll barely flinch. Only monsters remain impassive to direct threats of violence.

But there’s something about Bell that elicits this visceral, primal reaction out of him. Something strange and new; lightning about to be uncapped from its chains.

It chokes him, frightens him to the core.

How gauche is it, don’t you think, that his own mind is conspiring against him?

Now, in the garage, where it dawns on Adler that she’s probably the only person who can make him walk around the city, feeling like a fool, he decides he’s had enough. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“I’ll drive you back.”

Adler apprehends Bell outside the garage. He kind of assumed she’d have a pistol aimed at his head right now, but she spins around, hands shoved deep inside her pockets and clayey mouth curls in distaste.

“Get in the car, Bell,” Adler says tightly, almost adding please.

But he would not beg.

The brunette remains rooted in her place. For a moment, a calculating look crossed her face. Always, always that sharp mind of hers turning and he wonders where it would take her this time.

“Try asking nicely,” she demands.

Adler’s eyes flash. She really is testing him. But fine, he'll play her game.

“Bell, would you kindly get in the car?” He is all but snarls, teeth gritting. Bell hardly wavers- he wishes she would waver for a change.

She does what he asked of her, finally, the shadow of a smirk on her face mocking him. Adler follows suit, teeth still clenched together, and starts the car and drives away.

It's sort of like a deja-vu, he supposes; him and her in this very same car, except that stupid krautrock music is absent this time. Neither says anything for the first twenty minutes. Everything feels heavily still.

Until he realizes she’s probably waiting for his move.

This might gloriously blow up in his face, yes, he knows this. Especially remembering the last time he was alone in a tight space with her, it had cost him his pride.

And his mind.

But he’s been here before, in the eye of the storm. He was at his calmest here. He has his cards prepared now.

Adler inhales deeply.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he utters resolutely. He doesn’t look at her, doesn’t want to. “I was out of line, I admit it. Your affair with Mason should be no concern of mine but I really am just trying to look out for you.”

It’s weak, he knows. The words feel more like an anchor than an actual apology in his tongue anyway, but Adler didn’t expect that Bell would give him nothing. Not even an acknowledging hum, a scathing retort, a scoff. Nothing.

A twinge of irritation brews in his stomach. Why does she insist on playing games?

The car comes to a stop. They’ve arrived. Adler wrests his hands from the steering wheel to say something harsh to her, but Bell is already stepping out of the car.

She stands on the sidewalk; an enigma in royal red, and her lethal, all-seeing eyes gravitate to him in the night.

There is a long paralyzing beat where they just stare at each other- which seems to be a running theme between them lately. Adler is fuming, as he is confused.

It feels like hours, centuries, eons, but, like all magic, the spell is broken. Courtesy of a stranger hailing a cab behind his car.

Bell turns and walks inside the building. She doesn’t bother sparing him the final glance or extend her appreciation for the ride back and Adler thinks to himself, this universe, god fucking damnit, nothing makes sense here.

But it is also in moments like this that the world spins, when he notices a singular, significant detail that makes his stomach roll, nearly throwing him off balance:

Bell left the passenger door open.

And he’s insane- he has to be, right? He’s looking too much into this. It doesn’t mean anything. His mind conjures an image, like a graphic guideline or something, step one: get out of the car, two: make your way around and close the passenger door, and third: zoom out of the neighborhood while your sanity is still intact, all in that order. Easy to comprehend, to follow.

Adler only does the first two steps. He’s ass-backwards doesn’t even bother to digest the third step.

He enters the hotel instead and takes in the surroundings. The lobby is pointedly bare, but warm and smoky. The concierge is reading behind the counter- a young, wiry boy with shocking bleached hair- with headphones on. It’s late, he probably doesn’t expect anyone to check in at this hour.

A movement by the staircase catches his interest. He sees Bell climbing up the steps slowly, leisurely. Adler makes his way there.

Halfway reaching her floor, Adler has the inkling that she knows that he’s following her. Also, because the next she does is glancing back at him over her shoulder. He waits for her to push him down the stairs or wrap those delicate hands around his neck. She does neither. She doesn’t want him gone.

Yet, his mind betrays him. Only because she doesn’t know what other atrocities he’s committed to her.

She stops by her door, opens it and goes in first. Adler, without waiting for a formal fucking invitation, slips in behind her.

Her room is much smaller than his. The TV is still on- a German dubbed of All the President’s Men is playing- a stack of books and meds lying haphazardly on the desk table.

The door clicks shut behind him. Bell wanders over to the table and turns off the TV. Her back to him.

She doesn’t bother turning the light switch on. The green neon of the hotel sign outside illuminates the room, bathes her in it, making her look even stranger and faraway.

He doesn’t take off his sunglasses.

“What do you want, Bell?” Adler is all but snarling. His anger comes in a bottle with a twist-off cap. “I’m fucking sick of playing your games. I apologized, I admitted I was wrong- I fucked up, but what more could you want?”

Jesus, and now he’s losing his temper over a brainwashed Russian who rarely talks. How did it come to this?

She tugs off her gloves. Once again, barely acknowledging him. Apparently, if ignoring him is an art form, she is the fucking Monet.

Until:

“Take them off.”

Adler blinks hard behind his glasses. Like he’s just stepped into a whole different earth.

His mouth moves.

“What?”

“Your sunglasses. Take them off.”

He stares at her back. Trying really, really hard to make sure he’s not hallucinating this, but then Bell turns around, a finger tapping against her arm, waiting.

Realization hits him like an uppercut in the face and nearly leaves him in a daze. He’s walked into a trap. That much is clear as day. She wants him to suffer as she does. An eye for an eye.

Adler holds no modicum of control in her domain, not unless she gives the reins. Once again, she plays the judge, jury and executioner at her own court.

But, like before, he’ll play her game.

There, the glasses are off. His eyes, bare, blue like fractured ice, meeting hers. In the dark, he feels her eyes shift to assess his bruise.

His heart booms against his ribs.

"Kneel,” she says glibly.

He obeys, again. His legs and hands don’t shake, but his mind is much less governable than his limbs. No, the CIA didn’t prepare a manual for situations like this and he doesn’t trust his instincts to help him dance his way around this.

Nor does he want to.

The thought fucks him up to a degree.

Adler should have known that it wouldn’t take an entire nation or continent to bring him to his knees, no, no. That would have been too easy, anyway. Although history has dictated and taught him that women are never to be underestimated, Adler hasn’t expected that one woman would be able to do the deed and succeed.

But then again, when that woman is Bell, he supposes anything is possible.

When Bell approaches him, he’s unable to take his gaze from her. Her eyes spangle with determination, an avenging soul in the neon lights. Her fingers work on the sash of her coat. The line of her mouth is flat and inscrutable. The air crackles with electricity and a promise of the unsayable, the unattainable.

She stands over him now, gloveless and coatless. She’s powerful like this and he can only crane his head up at her, ceding his fate in her hands, against his better judgement. She catches that.

Suddenly, something unpleasant breaks on her face, like when one’s smelling something foul or pungent.

Bell reaches down and grips his jaw painfully in one hand, her nails digging into his skin, and tilts his head sideways. Strange that his stomach leaps at that.

“Say you’re sorry,” she spits furiously. “And say it like you fucking mean it.”

He feels, suddenly, triumphant and chuckles darkly. Eight fucking long weeks and the beast finally shows her claws.

“Try asking nicely,” Adler parrots her words from before, not a beat missed. Two can play that game, he thinks. "Or are you above niceness, Bell?”

Her grip tightens.

"You’re one to talk,” Bell says. Then, rubs the pad of her thumb over his scarred cheek and it feels like forgiveness, or the beginning of it, at least.

His confusion spikes.

Her nose skims down his jawline.

A better, sensible man would apologize. He'd squander it until his tongue burns acid, he'd beg for her forgiveness like a man asking for repentance before his god.

“Why did you do it, Russell?” Bell whispers against his skin now, baleful and raspy. Her chest rising and falling too rapidly.

But he’s a sick bastard, a selfish motherfucker, a heartless monster. All he does is hurt the people around him. He doesn’t get to take from her, not after what he's done.

Still, Adler catches her wrist. Relishing the way her wrist bone grinds under his hold. He pulls his face back to look at her.

“You know why.”

Her eyes flick dangerously to his lips.

Desperation really can make the most vulgar things tolerable.

“Then prove it.”

So he does. As his hand reaches up to her neck, past the delicious column of her throat and with a precise swift, Adler grabs a fistful of her hair, the feminine gasp escaping her mouth is like a jolt to his groin, and kisses her.

Bell responds in kind. That little beast. She grasps his collar and drags him up to his feet, impatient with want. She laps at him, bites and sucks. His free hand snakes around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

She pulls away, catching her breath, and his teeth skim down her jaw, her neck. He bites her there in retaliation, on the delicious junction of her neck and shoulder, into the fabric of her shirt, making his intentions clear. Bell chokes in surprise and scrapes her nails over his scalp.

It hurts. But with pain, along comes pleasure and it’s good. It’s so good, Adler melts with a shaky breath.

His gloves come off first. Next, she pulls him free off his jacket, his sweater and snakes a hand between his legs, stroking him. He bites off a strangled ‘fuck’ into her throat. He’s worked up real fast already. Adler manages to make a short work of her shirt, unclasping her bra before he’s all but pushes her onto the bed.

Adler settles above her, capturing her lips in another feverish, hot-blooded kiss. He tugs her zipper down and slips his hand inside her pants. Her cunt’s everything he’s come to expect: wet, warm and oh-so wrong. She sucks in a breath. Her hips move against his hand. His blood sings. She throws her head back against the pillow, while his finds her earlobe.

“Has this proven my point, Bell?” he asks. His answer starts on a moan and ends with a breathless ‘yes’.

He doesn’t let her come that easily. No, he wants to drag this out for as long as he can until it drives her mad. So, Adler peels the rest of her clothes away, pulls her shoulder and turns her onto her stomach. He pins her down, hard. She gasps loudly against the white pillowcase, her hand fists into the sheets.

Adler slots himself behind her. His hand tracing along her spine, followed by his mouth, just how he fantasized once upon a time. His other hand quickly undoes the snap of his pants. Everything has been poisoned by her and her only; she is in his tongue, his veins, his mind, his lungs. She takes the centrefold of his mind and it's ridiculous.

He presses himself against her ass. His mouth falls open. Her body trembles. She’s all sin and racing hearts and sweaty flesh. She’s perfect. His now free hand slides up to the nape of Bell’s neck, reaching her throat, pressing down. She makes this high-pitched, demanding noise as she moves her hips back against him, leaving him wanting, helpless at the thought of having her right here, right now, in the warm neon glow of her hotel room.

“Please,” Bell begs. He groans in response and he gives it to her. Fuck, he’d give her anything if she begs just exactly like that.

When Adler is finally inside her, he thinks his world drops dead. He sets a merciless pace. He is not a gentle man and there is nothing gentle in the supple arch of her back, a rose bent backwards in the wind, as he pants along her neck before he pulls out, twists her onto her back again and pushes deeper into her until she comes apart underneath him (he’s made sure she begs for it- please, Russell. Oh god, Russell)

(He didn’t have to. Russell Adler is never the kind of man to fall for his dark side, but Christ knows he is only one man)

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"Not a chance," I snarled. Engaging in venery with a Sisterhood Floozy would be like walking into a trap! If I was going to prevail, I had to fight her on MY terms. "You barged in, attacked my student, put a knife to my throat, mocked and berated me, threatened to turn me into a mindless puppet, and now you intend to blackmail me into having venery with you? Have you no shame? Don't bother answering; I know you don't. And the very fact that you are trying to give yourself a high seat of power in my future government shows that despite your words, my plan does have a good chance of succeeding!"

"With my help, it certainly would," Lana quipped smugly.

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"I heard that YOU killed him," Lana stated drily. "Nobody else seems to know that Estmere died of his own folly. He chose to sit on the Coronation Throne despite being told not to. Anyway, you should understand full well why he had to die. Even if he could have been convinced to abdicate the throne peacefully, there can be no loose ends. Not only was he a terrible Emperor, he was just a terrible person in general."

"He was a cool dude," I insisted angrily.

"Whatever," Lana sighed. "It's a bit late to start caring about him now. And yes, by the way, I am blackmailing you. I need to make sure that you fulfill your destiny. Even if you can do it without the Sisterhood, I still intend to benefit. Think about it: I could just beat you unconscious and take what I need, but where's the fun in that? Plus, it would spoil your looks and that would be a tragedy since your looks are all you have going for you."

"That's ironic coming from you," I scoffed.

"You're interrupting again," Lana scolded. "Since you're such a big grown-up prince now who's learned to care about other people, maybe you would be more inclined to take my offer if I tied you up and stepped out to have a word with that stupid rabbit I left drooling in the clearing. She will still be there. I know how to handle the time-slips. Perhaps I could slit her throat or break her neck. But you know what? After all of your whining, I think I'm in the mood to carry her out in the woods, hide her in a place she'll never be found, and break all her limbs so she slowly dies of agonizing starvation."

"Don't you dare!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, you don't like that? Maybe then you should shut up and take what I'm offering you. Or perhaps I need to pay your little skunk femme a visit. The Sisterhood has been planning this for longer than you can comprehend. We have too much invested to let you screw it up. The only reason you were born is because the Sisterhood willed it. You BELONG to the Sisterhood, and the Sisterhood knows well enough to leave no loose ends. That lowfolk femme is a loose end. What was her name? Vernier? It's a pity; she could have lived out her life in peace, but you made her into a loose end which somebody - probably me - will have to deal with. I could just garrote her and be done with it, but that wouldn't be very satisfying. Maybe I'll ruin her reputation and have her driven out of town. She does seem to have an unlucky streak, which will make this much easier to pull off. Just imagine her dying in an alleyway somewhere in a puddle of her own tears while cursing your name. Before the end comes she'll have to lower herself to doing shadow puppets for a scrap of food…"

At that point I must have had a brief flash of Irenaeid Battle Fury, because I don't remember lunging at Lana and grabbing her. The next thing I knew, I had her in a headlock through the stair railing and was twisting one of her arms behind her back.

"ENOUGH, FLOOZY," I growled. I was still furious but somehow aware of what I was doing. "I HAVE BORNE ALL THE ABUSE I WILL TAKE FROM YOU."

"There's the old Irenaeus fighting spirit," Lana chuckled. "That's what I was hoping to see. Adler, buddy, baby, ol' prince, ol' pal, Your Highness, you and me, we're going places. Keep your mojo and share it with me. You'll be Emperor and I'll be your right-hand ewe."

"YOU WOULD BETRAY THE SISTERHOOD?" I demanded.

"Well, sort of," she wheezed. "Not so tight on the windpipe! We have contingency plans to cover just about every possibility. I'll just have to explain it to them. I might wait until after we succeed and you are on the throne; that will certainly strengthen my case. But in the meantime you can consider me your henchfemme. It's customary in these situations to seal the deal with a bit of venery -"

"FOUL FLOOZY, EVER FULL OF TRICKS AND DECEIT," I declared as I apported one of Burnside's blades from the heap where I had tossed them on the porch overhead. "WHERE WILL YOUR POWER BE IF YOU ARE NO LONGER BEAUTIFUL?"

#furry #adventure #elves #story #plot #cartoon #skunk #tboay #sheep

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softcallofdutyimagines · 4 years ago

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Stay | Russell Adler x fem!bell!Reader

Summary: Despite having developed deep feelings for you after all this time working together, Adler takes you to antarctica like he was told. The only issue is... Things aren't as they seem when he finally confronts you.

Aka, sorry Treyarch, but this time the thotlers win.

SKSKSKS I ONLY MADE THAT POST TO TEST THE WATER, SO THANK YOU @smokeywhalee FOR ASKING FOR THE FIC. I ACTUALLY WROTE THIS WHOLE ASS THING LAST NIGHT SO COME GET THIS FLUFFY ASS BREAD Y'ALL AND ENJOY

Tags: fluff, angst, and angst with a happy ending

Warnings: some strong language and you might need a tissue box bc I sure did 😭😭

"Nothing like arctic air, eh?"

Russell Alder stands just a few feet away, hands resting squarely on his hips, looking out over the cliffs.

"Sure", you smile tiredly, a little sleepy from the long flight, as you walk up beside him. Without needing permission, you slip your pinky around his as he loosens his grip to allow you to do so.

Adler takes a glance down at your intertwined hands. He can't keep you in the dark for long. But still, he's afraid to tell you...

You move to lean your head on his shoulder, only to be left alone as he wrenches himself away.

"Listen Bell, there's... There's something I need to tell you", he refuses himself a glance at you. It would hurt him too much. You make an inquisitive noise and a long silence passes.

Perhaps it would be best just to get the hard part over. He was never one for beating around the bush anyway. "They sent me out here to kill you, Bell"

His voice is hardly audible, a clever trick to disguise the hurt in his voice. He grits his teeth, wondering if you really needed to know that, but then he remembers... He's done lying to you. You deserve to know.

Adler braces himself for the backlash, perhaps even a bullet in the back. Instead, he's met with a whisper.

"I know"

Your voice is only audible thanks to the bitter wind helping it along to his ear, leaving a ghostly caress as it passes him by. Russell turns around this time, almost disappointed to see your back still turned to him.

"How d-?"

You turn slowly, and even from there he can see the tear rolling down your face, "Why else would we be out here?", you gesture around to the great nothingness enveloping you both. You sniff and swipe a hand across you cheek, a joyless laugh escaping you, "Besides, you never take me anywhere nice"

In any other scenario, it would be playful and teasing, just like he knows you for.

Adler huffs a half hearted laugh at that, before tearing his gaze away. "Bell, I..."

"Oh, cut the shit Russell. Just do it, alright?", the tears flow freely down your glassy eyes now, "I know you have to... Really, I get it. A-and it's alright, you know? I-"

By now, Adler has made his way across to you. Even now, he hates to see you so upset. He gently grips your arms in his strong, steady hands, hoping against hope to give you some sense of ease. He needs to finish what he has to say.

"Bell..."

He then tries to say your name, but you won't allow it.

"Just shut up, alright? God, I hate you! I h-hate you..."

You struggle in his grip, beating weakly against his chest as your body becomes wracked pwith sobs, voice trailing off pathetically. Adler pulls you close, just in time, as you collapse into his arms.

"God, why? Why why...?"

You're choked up with hiccuping sobs again as Adler lowers you both to kneel in the grass. He squeezes you tighter, comfortingly he hopes, and if nothing else, to keep him from allowing tears of his own to fall too.

With a ragged gasp, you find your voice, allowing your anger and frustration to seap in at last, "After all I did for you people... This is how yo-?"

But you're cut off, and suddenly all your senses are overwhelmed with... Him.

Adlers lips crush into yours, the eagerness with which he kisses you is enough to erase all the fear, and pain, and sadness. At least, for the moment.

The crisp arctic air only accentuates the musky smell of his cologne, infusing every breath you breathe with its familiar scent. Charred birch and a hint of cigarettes. You almost smile at that.

He's been trying to quit, per your request, but... Old habits die hard.

The uneven stubble of his scarred chin tickles as he works over your lips, sucking gently, but adamantly once, then twice, before sustaining one long kiss again.

At last you part, lungs burning for air. Small puffs of condensation intermingle between your mouths as you catch your breath.

Adler takes one last gasp for air, to steady himself more then anything, before delivering one more kiss to your forehead. He knows he doesn't deserve to think such things, but...

You have no idea how long he's wanted to kiss you.

A few more tears start up from you again, but in that moment, he decides once and for all to commit to all the promises he's been wanting to make to you. He's done watching you suffer, and it's time you knew.

"I'm not going to kill you Bell...", he whispers against the warm skin of your forehead before pulling you to the crook of his neck.

You sniff, instantly frozen as you try to make sense of what you just heard. Too soon, faster then your mind can catch up, you search for words, "Wha-? Why? How? Russell, if they find out they'll kill yo-"

"Shhhh, they're not going to find out. I'm defecting. Right here, right now"

"B-but, why? I already told you, it's o-"

Adler moves his hands to cup your face, training your gaze to be all on him.

"No, it's not ok Bell. What we did to you... What I did to you... Was fucked, and unfair, but... it was for the greater good. But this? No."

"W-well ok... but-?"

"I'm doing this because I love you Bell", he barks it out, almost angrily, but even behind those old tinted aviators, you can see his expression soften almost immediately as he gently strokes your cheek with his thumb, "I love you... So much. Do you understand?"

He pauses for a moment, and his grand show of steely emotions breaks as he removes the sunglasses to wipe away his tears. And when he looks back at you... You're surprised at the reminder of how beautiful his eyes are.

"And... I'm... sorry I never told you before... Well, this"

Your mind is reeling at the rush of information. This... confession, isn't exactly news to you, but to hear him say it...

With one more sniff, Adler manages to pull himself together for a final moment of vulnerability, "Look, I know this is... a lot, but I was thinki- I...", he sighs and takes a deep breath. This is it.

"Would you... Come away with me? The CIA is going to be looking for both of us, and, well... No body and all, so I was thinking... We could find somewhere... off the grid, just you and me, start fresh? I know it'll be tough bu-"

"Yes!"

"-t I can protect you an- Wait... Yes?"

"Yes!", you seal the statement with a quick kiss. A promise. Then, you grow serious, "There's nothing left for me out here Russell... You're my only choice"

"...I'm sorry to hear that"

You cup a hand to his face, a tiny glimpse of that beautiful smile he loves so much peeking through, "No no, I didn't mean... This is a good thing. I meant to say, I wouldn't want to choose anyone else"

Adler sniffs and huffs a laugh, rocking gently as you pull in for an embrace, "Well in that case... I'm sorry to hear you have such terrible taste in men"

That earns a genuine laugh from you, and to him, it sounds like music.

You slip your hand into his, holding on just by the fingers before reaching up to plant a kiss over the scar on his jaw. You always rather liked those scars of his, no matter how much he wishes they never were.

But then again... He loves the way you use them to make him feel handsome, and he'll never understand how you do it.

After a few moments more, Adler gets up, pulling you to your feet as well. You wipe away the last of your tears, and as you glance up at him, a look of uncertainty crosses you.

He knows he has no right to ask you to trust him. Not after all the lies and the manipulation that got you and him to this point. But even after all that... The fact that you're willing to give him a chance humbles him to no end.

Adler looks back at you, and wishes for nothing more then the ability to make sure you never have to worry, or hurt, or live in fear ever again. But if there's one thing he does know, he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

"Come on kid", he rubs some warmth back into your arms, then kisses the top of your hair, "let's get out of here, huh? I've got just the place in mind..."

And just the place indeed.

A few months of preparation go by first, but at last you've managed to escape to the Swiss country side. Fields and fields of vibrant green grass and small wildflowers pass you by as Adler drives along, the great alps standing tall and strong just in the distance.

The sun glows warmly over head, and a little sparkle catches your eye. You look down and admire the ring on your hand once again, turning it this way and that, before stealing a glance at Russell's matching one.

With a couple more twists and turns, Adler asks you to close your eyes. A little while more, and the car comes to a stop. "Hey, don't open yet!", He hurries around to help you out, guiding you along want feels like a gravel path.

He puts his hands over yours, "Ready?"

You nod, the suspense absolutely eating you up. Finally, he moves your hands aside, revealing a small, brightly painted house before you. A stone path leads up to a white fenced porch complete with a swing for two.

The whole thing is practically overgrown with wysteria, coiling in and around the pillars and walls, and out front a wild garden stretches up towards the sun.

It's perfect.

You whip around, finding yourself unable to speak. But, he already knows. Adler sweeps you up off your feet and gives you a little spin as you shriek in surprise, melting into a fit of laughter as he sets you down.

He leans in and kisses you, just another of countless more to come, before pulling back. You have no idea how much it means to him to see you this happy....

"Welcome home"

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writer-of-various · 3 years ago

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The More The Deadlier Merrier

Part 3 // Snow Way Out

Part 1 Part 2

Bell glared daggers at the enemies surrounding her, growling when the one who had taken her out of the room attempted to touch her. He was tall and older than the other agents she saw, a long military green coat over his shoulders in a cape like fashion, and his eyes were awfully soft. Another man stood to his right, claded in black and wearing an eyepatch over his left eye. Bell was easily intimidated but she hid it so damn perfectly behind her scowl and narrowed eyes.

"Is everything alright, comrade?" The oldest agent asks, looking over at a man who stood far from them, a pair of dark tinted reflected shades hiding his eyes and his lower face was also hidden by a green mask.

"She's been brainwashed." The words were straight-forward and Bell visibly flinched at the words. Since being thrown in a room with her team, she has not once thought or felt the side effects of MK Ultra, but now it's all coming back and she felt her heart beat faster. But she forced herself to calm down, because she was not going to appear weak in front of these assholes.

"You don't know what you are talking about, bastard." She hissed at the man in the shades, the side of her lips tugging up in a smug grin when she noticed that the man in black and the older man shivered at her tone.

"You don't know what's going on with you, Vindur! It's us, how can you forget us?!"

"Naga, calm down." The older man said soothingly, patting the man, Naga, on the shoulder.

"Sorry sir." Naga apologized quietly, bowing his head in a respectful way. Before anyone can speak, a soldier ran in with a concerned expression.

"Sir! A storm has passed through, and the front entrance is blocked. Do you want to leave now?"

The older man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head.

"It is alright, the storm will kill the engine. We will wait out the storm. Tell Portnova to make sure all agents are inside." He orders briefly, turning his gaze back to Bell, who looked worried at the conversation.

"Yes sir. What about the intruders?"

"Let us welcome our new friends to our home."

Bell did not like the tone in the man's voice.

"Do we agree with the plan?" Woods was the first to object by raising his restrained hands, his lips tugged into a scary snarl.

"FUCK. NO. Mason is not going to be our key, like, no! LEAVE MY BABY BOY ALONE!" He yells and Adler sighs, glaring at the Marine.

"Dumbass, this is the only way. Park would attempt to murder the guards if they lay a hand on her and we know Lazar or Sims are going to anger them! And we need Hudson here and don't think we are going to ever let you go!" His words seemed to anger Woods more and Mason's attempts to calm his best friend were futile as Woods began scooting over to Adler.

"YOU BASTARD LET ME KILL YOU!"

"Shut up! Fucking wankers!" Park growls, getting an headache from the two GROWN men fighting. The door opened and Bell stood in front of three men, looking distraught and Adler was instantly filled with worry.

"Bell, what happened?" He asks, trying to bring himself closer, but he nearly landed on his face. The three men came forward, but it was only Stitch and Naga who continued walking further into the room with pocket knives pulled out. Instead of slicing their necks or stabbing their eye or hearts, the two Perseus agents went to work cutting the restraints, freeing them in a matter of seconds. Mason winced as he rubbed his wrist, the angry bright red welt marks glaring at him. Woods helped him up, his bigger body shielding Masom from the enemy agents. Naga grinned under his mask and took a daring step closer, reaching out and grabbing Mason by the arm. Woods didn't react in time but Bell did, storming over and throwing Naga over her shoulder.

"Don't. Touch. Him." She hissed like a feral cat, eyes narrowed and glare so sharp that Hudson flinched at her. Naga grunted, standing up and dusting himself off.

"Nice moves, commander. Still the same yet so fucking different." Adler was quick to hold Bell back from tackling Naga, but an angry Bell was a dangerous Bell.

"Fuck off asshole!" She grumbles, calming down in Adler's embrace. When he trusted that she won't do anything stupid, he let her go but his hands lingered a second longer on her hips, his eyes trailing down to gawk at her ass.

"Welcome to Russia, comrades! We are currently stuck in my beloved safehouse, but it is fine! As long as you agree to not harm my comrades in any way and the same goes for you."

Hudson laughed tauntingly, shaking his head at Perseus' words. "Yeah, thanks for the offer but how can we trust you commie fucks?" Stitch growled and took a warning step forward but Naga pulled him back. Perseus simply smiled, his gaze trained on Bell.

"As the commandant, I promise you great treatment, comrades."

"This is the cafeteria, and that table in the back is where you'll sit with the VIP idiots. Uh...am I forgetting something?" Portnova looked at Beck, who stopped in his long steps to think.

"Ah! Their bunks!" Portnova nodded and continued to lead the Safehouse Crew around the Perseus Safehouse, talking to Beck more than she was giving information to her enemies. Hudson noticed this in the beginning and was already getting annoyed, the red haired woman reminding him of Woods. Always talking, but Woods was less intelligent than her.

"Stone! Get down from the Christmas tree!" Beck shouts, causing the group to jump and turn their heads to the source of Beck's yelling. The man, Stone, held a explosive that was ticking and climbing a tall Christmas tree.

"FUCK OFF, WANKER!" Stone shouts, reaching up but only to get his foot stuck in the lights and he fell back, dangling a few inches in the air. His eyes widened at the sight of Bell and he laughed, his smile scarier than his snarl.

"HOLY SHIT IS THAT YOU, LASS? -oof!" Bell raised a brow as Stone untangled himself and walked over to her, looking at his hand briefly before looking back up at him. "Huh...it's fine, uh, I heard of your condition..." he trailed off, his eyes wandering over to Adler and his dimming smile dropped to a scowl.

"Why the fuck did he ever let you fools stay?" With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off. Portnova sighed, rolling her eyes as she examined her nails.

"Don't mind Stone, he's worse than me on my period. Now, let's show you American and British pigs to your rooms, da?" She led them out of the hallway and went back to her conversation with Beck.

Bell looked over at the Christmas tree and tilted her head to the side. It looked awfully familiar...

"Kid, come on." Adler pulls her gently alongside him, his eyes searching every little detail as they walked. He couldn't risk anything. He couldn't risk Bell remembering.

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alicemitch09writes · 3 years ago

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okay but could you assign me an angst scenario with kageyama please? 😭 i live for whatever your brain comes up with. i mean you are the one who sucked me into the hq!fic world with your "be careful what you wish for" oneshot. anything would do, queen. 🤲

「lol i wrote this. i can't believe it. btw this is set in the ‘three little foxes’ series. i may or may not make this a thing, because i have work and all and crippling anxiety. also, i wrote this in haste so there's not much from my usual stuff. sorry if it's not like you expected but i hope y'alls like it! 」

Kageyama knows that he isn't the best person, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. If anything, he has a hard time expressing himself.

His threshold on patience can be amounted to zero, hence, his quick temper or tendency to misconstrue things before even realizing the actual meaning behind them.

For the longest time, he thought nobody would understand him, would only see him as some athlete but never really see him for him.

But then came her.

Yet he royally fucked that up.

One misunderstanding, that was all it took.

Him lashing on and on, unknowingly opening up age-old wounds she was carefully moving on from, voice raised as he continued to lash out on her, taking sick pleasure on making it hurt for her.

Getting to her feet, the chair scratching against the floor, it was only then, when he saw how her beautiful face contorted that he realized too late that he had fucked up.

Especially seeing her raised hand.

Slowly balling them into fists, she lowered them, eyes squeezed shut, head dropping.

He fucked up.

"(Y-Y/N)-"

She left before he could say another word.

Kageyama just stood there.

Feeling sick, rotten, horrible.

The expression on her face was fresh on his mind.

...

When Atsumu caught wind of what happened, he didn't hesitate to beat Kageyama's ass. Hinata, too.

It took Bokuto and both their captains to break off the fight.

Thankfully, it was off-season and the media never heard a thing about it.

Doesn't mean nobody's who's anybody will hear about it, including her own team - EJP Raijin.

When the season kicked off, he felt sick to the stomach when he found that his team were up against hers, the feeling worsening when the whole team (coach and manager included) were sending him glares his way.

And when he saw her, the feeling went away.

Relieved.

He was so relieved to see her.

After days and weeks of ignoring his texts and calls.

Ushijima and Hoshiumi had been disappointed, sure, but they at least talked him to set things right with her.

"A woman's heart is strong, but it's also fragile."

"You sure are an ass, but I know you won't give up on her. Best make up, you hear?"

Kageyama was just about to do just that, set things right with her.

When their eyes met, he felt his heart quicken, like the first time he saw her at 16 in Tokyo Metropolitan Gym all those years ago.

Tongue-tied, he found himself glued on his spot, lifting his hand, mouth opening. "(Y/N)-"

But she walked past him.

Ignoring him completely, as though he wasn't there.

Spinning around, her found her greeting his coach and managers.

Sighing, he dropped his hand limply to the ground, ignoring the sad looks from his teammates.

Schweiden Adlers won the match.

Kageyama was tired out, feeling like every ball, serve sent his way were on purpose, the blocks most especially from a certain middle blocker. Every time he was targetted and shut out, it felt like they were telling him to get a move on and leave their manager alone.

He probably should, right?

After all, he hurt her.

Stupid him.

"Oi," somebody kicked his shoes, he looked up, meeting the glare of one Suna Rintarou. "she's waiting for you at the entrance."

Something inside him jumpstarted. "E-Eh?" The older man narrowed his eyes at his reaction. "S-She is...?"

"Of course, jackass." Rolling his eyes, Suna buried his hands into his pockets and left. "Don't forget to tell her you're a jackass, while you're at it."

He never ran so fast in his life, uncaring that his tired muscles were burning, he wanted to see her.

And there she was.

Arms crossed against over her chest, wearing her default expression that intimidated him so many years ago. An expression he was bent on never being at the receiving end of ever again.

Now that he was in front of her, all the words and apologies he's formulated in his head vanished.

His mouth felt dry, felt his insides shake, felt the fear of being left alone come back, felt the angered punches from Atsumu and Hinata, prepared himself for-

She took his hand in hers.

Shocked, he looked up, meeting her eyes.

"Where's my 'sorry'?"

Yes, she was disappointed in him.

But above anything else.

"I'm sorry,"

She smiled faintly.

Kageyama pulled her into a hug, holding her close and tight, whispering softly all his ‘sorries’ and ‘i love yous’.

She loved him still.

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lunarastrobabe · 4 years ago

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Rafe Adler x F!Reader- “Mr Adler”

(Warning: NSFW) (Some fluff/a little angst)

Scotland

“Nadine, it’s bad enough the Drake’s are involved.” Rafe said in frustration, walking alongside Nadine on their way to the cathedral. He clutched his handgun in his gloved hand, the snow crunching underneath his feet.

“You’d be surprised at how skilled she is, including knowledge on the treasure. Just give it time.” She replied, ignoring his tone of voice, she didn’t much care about his opinion, his funding to Shoreline was of the utmost importance to her.

“Alright. Fine.” The snow gently falling in his hair and covering his shoulders like a blanket.

“Good.” Satisfied, she made her way through the doors, following behind him into the cathedral and holstered her gun.

You were invited to Scotland by Shoreline to accompany Nadine, your long-time friend and her partner into looking for Henry Avery’s Treasure, a 17th Century pirate who was known for pulling off the biggest heist in history back in 1695, known as the Gunsway. Rafe, now her partner in this hunt, you had only met him a few times, mostly at fancy events such as auctions and to make business deals considering how close him and Nadine were, she brought you along every time.

You pulled your black furry jacket around you as tight as possible to stay warm as you waited in a room for Nadine to arrive with Rafe. It was dark, with a stone tomb in the middle of the room - quite small in size, and a map of the area. A large light stood in the corner of the room near the door, shining directly on the map, and a Shoreline soldier stood next to you. Multiple Shoreline cases piled up around the room, most likely filled with climbing equipment, ammunition and explosives, as you had known from working with Nadine, they’ll find any excuse to use dynamite.

Hearing muttering outside the room, you darted your head back towards the sound, trying to stop yourself from shivering from the dropping temperature. Cold wasn’t even the right word to describe it, your limbs were numb and you just wanted to be home, curled up by the fireplace and watching tv or reading a book.

Nadine walked through, pushing open the heavy doors and grinned at the sight of you in front of her.

“[Y/N]!” She walked over to you and opened her arms and pulled you in for a hug, the sound of her boots echoing. “Nadine! I’ve missed you!” You were glad to see her again, it had been so long since you had seen each other, she was the one friend you could always count on whenever you had a problem.

While you two were catching up, asking about each other and what you were both doing with your lives, and Rafe slowly walked in, an ill-tempered look on his face, completely ignoring your presence. You paused your conversation with Nadine and you both turned and look in his direction.

“Rafe, any luck with those manuscripts?” She asked him, looking down at the map.

“Can we have a minute?” He lifted his head and stared at the wall, sounding calm. You looked over at Nadine and shrugged, as she gestured for you to leave while she spoke with him. The Shoreline soldier escorted you out and you waited patiently outside the door, trying not to eavesdrop but you also wanted to know what they were discussing.

“Did you hear? They found a whole annexed area under the cathedral.” Nadine’s voice muffled because of the stone wall blocking your hearing. His voice was quiet, so not much could be heard coming from him, along with the sounds of explosions in the distance. The Shoreline soldier left your side and went to attend to an apparent disruption in the graveyard. You easily guessed who that could be.

Thinking about what was going on outside, you hadn’t been listening to half of the conversation, until you heard him raise his voice, which caught your attention.

“Well, I didn’t think he’d show up.“ You furrowed your brows, getting lost in your thoughts until a few minutes had passed and Nadine had left the room, shutting the door behind her.

“I’ll come by later and we can go over everything.” She laughed a little. You could tell she didn’t like working with him, just from the stressed look on her face when she walked over to you.

“Okay, wish me luck.” You said jokingly, giving her another hug before she left, two soldiers standing either side of her for protection.

You turned back to the door, taking a deep breath and knocking first. Last time you had seen Rafe was at an auction in Paris. He was dressed in a black suit and a bow tie, handsome being the perfect word and the rest of that night, you had enjoyed the company of each other.

“Come in.” His voice was soft, it made your heart skip a beat as it always had whenever he was around.

Stepping back inside the room, letting the door close itself, noticing the map and the photographs were laying on the floor beside his feet. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. You kept quiet, slowly walking over and bending down to pick up the mess. He watched your every move, not taking a single eye off of you, then relaxing his muscles as he realised who you were. As you gathered up the pictures, he crouched down beside you, and as he did, you looked in front of you and met his. They were still a beautiful blue, green colour, just as you remembered.

“Here, I got it.” His voice quiet and deep. He kept his eyes on you, snapping out of your trance from getting lost in his eyes, stuttering to find the right words to say. The way he looked at you, or when he’d speak to you or say your name, it always gave you that butterfly feeling in your stomach, everything about him made you weak. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t in love with him, because goddamn, you definitely were.

“Long time no see.” You said, standing up with him, watching him put the pile back on the stone tomb. You couldn’t help but admire his features, his slicked back dark hair, and that smirk that made you swoon.

“Nice to see you too, [Y/N].” He spread out the photos and made sure the map wasn’t creased or damaged. He was always polite and kind towards you, more so than he was with the people who worked for him. He took a quick glance over at you then back at focusing on what he was doing.

Flashing him a smile, “So, I see you’re looking for Avery’s treasure, huh?” You rested your gloved, frozen hands against the stone, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled with slight anger in his voice at the slow progress he was making, “For the past fifteen goddamn years, yes.” Turning his body to face yours. “Although, I heard your knowledge could be of great use to me.” You two were extremely close, you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body to yours in the distance that was between you. Now it was his time to admire you, his eyes travelled up your physique, scanning every inch of you, looking at your neck, then your lips, then your eyes once again.

Rafe never really fell in love with anybody throughout his life, maybe once or twice, but his mind and motivation to focus on his parents business and now hunting for Avery’s treasure was something that he now had pushed back and instead, keep his view on you. That night during the auction in Paris, seeing you all dressed up and elegant, he had feelings he hadn’t felt for an extremely long time, feelings he couldn’t describe, and keeping up his mean, tough exterior, he had a soft, loving side to him, which he kept to himself. Being around you, he was able to let his guard down.

“You could say that.” You smirked at him staring at you, his eyes fixated back onto your lips, silence filling the room.

“Cat got your tongue, Adler?” Whispering, you moved a step closer to him, feeling his clothes brush against yours. With no hesitation, he immediately snaked his arm through your jacket and around your waist, the smell of his expensive cologne was intoxicating. A stray hair fell from his head, hanging over above his eye.

Reaching up you gently moved it and pushed it back. “Kiss me.” Was all that he said in that moment, leaning in, your lips gently pressed against his, very lightly at first but then getting used to the sweet taste in just a few seconds. His free hand met his other, pressing his body against yours and deepened the kiss. After a few minutes, he pulled back and licked his lips.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” He leaned down a little to meet your neck and left soft small kisses on your sweet spot. A quiet moan fumbled from your throat.

“Rafe-” Closing your eyes, melting into his touch and how his tongue danced around. “We have work to do.” You tangled your fingers into his hair at the back of his head, scratching lightly, relaxing the both of you.

“Hm. It can wait.” He lifted his head from your neck and caressed your cheek with his thumb, then delicately tracing your lips letting the tip of your tongue come into contact with him. You grabbed the fabric of his clothing and pulled him to you, slamming your lips into his. He slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up, placing you on the map, not caring about his mission due to the feeling as if he was under a spell. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him close to you, the feeling of his erection pushed against your core.

“Fuck.” His breath shaking at the adrenaline rush and the arousal he was feeling, the grip on your thighs with his large hands getting tighter, as you were rubbing yourself against him.

Pulling back from the kiss, you shuffled back removing your jacket along with your gloves and throwing them on the floor, moving his work out the way and grabbed his belt bringing him closer to you, all you wanted was to feel him hold you, feel your skin touching, to feel emotionally connected to the man you were in love with. Rafe settled in between your legs, his arms either side of your body looking at the black soft sweater that hugged your figure so perfectly, he undressed you with his mind.

Hovering over your body, his muscles tensing up he opened his mouth to say something but hesitated. You looked at him with a sympathetic look, biting your lip you asked him, “Is everything okay?” You rested your hand on his cheek, then running your fingers gently through the side of his hair.

A small smile appeared on his face, he shuddered, starved for affection as it seemed, you’d think with all the parties he attends and gala’s, he’d be surrounded by multiple women, but he chose you.

“Can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” He smirked.

“Who said I want to?” Leaning up on your elbows you reached over and moved your hands to undo his belt and zipper and sliding them inside his jeans, making sure to keep eye contact with him the entire time. You felt his soul burn through you, as if he was looking to you for answers to a puzzling thought that plagued his mind. He grunted a little once your cold hand found its way to his hard, throbbing cock, ready to break free from its cage. Your fingers stroking his length through the fabric of his boxers, feeling your panties getting wet at the thought of him fucking you in this room right here, right now, knowing someone could walk in at any moment made it all the more exciting.

“Don’t stop until I say so.” He hissed, his cock twitching every time you ran your finger to his tip, the pre-cum slipping through your fingers. Getting the impression that Rafe was the dominant type, turned you on, your clit tingling and begging to be touched. You gave him a wink and continued stroking him, taking it fully into your hands, sucking in a breath he pushed you down and laid you down on your back.

“My turn.” He said darkly, unzipping your jeans, lifting your body up to pull them down revealing the black lace underwear you were wearing. At first he rubbed your soaking wet clit with two fingers through the fabric, your hips bucked along with the movement of his hand. Your hand working on him, pumping him till he grabbed your hand with his free one gently and said, “I think that’s enough.” and pinned your arms above your head. You whined at how much he was teasing you.

“Fuck. Rafe.” You breathed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, he now had inserted his fingers inside your entrance, the pre-cum dripping onto the stone block that you were laying on. Your legs shook as he pumped in and out, a few loud moans coming from you filled the room. Rafe didn’t care how loud you both were, he didn’t care who could hear you or what everybody else thought, he wanted them to listen to the sounds of him pleasuring you.

“Don’t come for me yet babe.” You obeyed and he removed his fingers from you and licked his fingers, tasting you, his eyes never leaving yours. He sat up and kept in a kneeled position, you felt a spark ignite inside of you, unknown to you, Rafe had felt it too. You sat up to meet his gaze, he took your face in his hands and pulled you in for a hungry kiss, your tongues attacking each other for dominance. You pulled his pants down, his cock standing up, mumbling into his mouth, “I want you so fucking bad.”

He laughed a little at your comment, and pulled back from the kiss, moving his right hand to hold your back. “You ready?” Nodding at him and licking your lips, enjoying the flavour of him settling on your tastebuds. He steadied himself and lined his cock up with your entrance, gently pushing himself in, careful not to hurt you as you got used to his large size. You winced a little but then relaxed, another moan emitting from the both of you. He placed the palm of his left hand firmly beside you, as he guided his hips and continued pushing in and out, as he closed his eyes, enjoying the euphoria. A strong feeling of love and passion struck his heart.

“Goddammit-, shit, I love you.” He expressed in between sweaty breaths.

His pace now at high speed. Shocked at the words he just said, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his hot, flushed cheek and spoke, as you were about to reach your high.

“Harder. Please.” And with that he pushed deep into you, quickly pulling out as he released himself over your bare legs, now shaking from the aftershock of your orgasm.

Beads of sweat saturated your forehead, his hair fell and hung down, loosened from the wax and gel he had used earlier that day. Catching your breath, you sat up and grabbed some clean tissues from your jacket pocket, cleaning yourselves up. You pulled your panties and jeans back on, buckling your belt, and watching him do the same as he stood in front of you,

“Hey, Rafe?” You slid off the surface you were sitting on and walked over to him, shoving your hands in the back pockets of your jeans.

“Hm?” He hummed, sliding on his black jacket and zipping it up then looking at you as he smoothed his hair back down to it’s original position.

“Why did you say that to me?” A confused look on your face, a nervous feeling in your stomach. You had so much love for him, worried your heart would break at anything negative he’d say.

He scratched his chin and grabbed your hips holding you close to him. He chuckled. “Because I’m in love with you. Isn’t it obvious?” Now waiting for an answer.

You let out a shy giggle, your cheeks blushing a bright red and sharing another kiss. “Well, aren’t you lucky that I love you too?”

#rafe adler #x reader #rafe adler x reader #uncharted #uncharted 4 #uncharted a thiefs end #a thiefs end #uncharted 4 a thiefs end #smut #fluff

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years ago

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sports promoter!kuroo + taking care of his pregnant wife

anon: Hi ur farmer kita and atsumu x pregnant reader fics were so good and heartwarming is it alright to ask for a kuroo one 👉👈

i think i got this request right after releasing the atsumu one and i’m so glad you guys have been liking it so far! these have been super fun to write and i like having that mix of fluff and crack in these hc’s. SO YEAH I’M SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS KUROO ONE I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT TOO !!

i feel like kuroo would be the type to fall for someone he’s known for quite some time because he likes that sense of familiarity with another person

the two of you had been good friends in high school and admittedly, you also had a crush on him because who didn’t

sadly, the two of you lost touch a bit when you entered different universities BUT you had a fateful run-in at the MSBY Jackals vs. Schweiden Adlers game

you were there as a journalist and you couldn’t mistake that familiar bedhead for anyone else so you just had to come over and say hi

meanwhile, kuroo couldn’t take his eyes off you, especially seeing how beautiful you look now

after you conducted your interviews, kuroo decided to straight-up ask if you were free later that evening and you were. he took you out to a nice restaurant and the two of you were able to catch up

from then on, the two of you meet quite often, most especially at work because you were a journalist for a sports news channel

kuroo isn’t the type to beat around the bush so he ended up asking you out on an official date to which you said yes

he is the SWEETEST boyfriend. be prepared for lots of text messages filled with every heart emoji you can think of and him just dropping in randomly while you’re at work to give you hug or a kiss

despite how busy he is, kuroo loves making time for dates with you, whether it’s eating dinner together or catching a movie

you love the fact that even though he’s grown up, kuroo is still pretty much the same science-loving dork you fell for in high school

some of your at-home dates involve the two of you eating popcorn and watching the newest science documentary series on national geographic and discovery channel

idk why but i feel like kuroo is super into River Monsters and Shark Week and you find it cute how you can hear his little squeals of excitement while sitting on his lap

i feel like kuroo isn’t really the type of guy who thinks that marriage is an absolute must. as long as you guys love each other he’s down with living with you forever

and then he finds out that marriage has tax benefits and he’s like ‘guess i gotta put a ring on it’

jk it’s also because he loves you

*whispers* but tax benefits tho

kuroo is gonna be SUPER EXTRA about proposing to you. i’m talking dinner at a fancy restaurant, a trip to the rooftop, then he’ll have a fireworks display with the words ‘will you marry me?’ written across the sky (actually idk if this is illegal but lets pretend it isn’t)

now y’all are engaged

kuroo is honestly the best at wedding planning. he probably likes it more than you and he already has a pinterest board of wedding inspo and everything

he loves sending and showing you wedding cake ideas and even napkin folds so you have to rein him in a bit because kuroo gets excited really easily

you guys have a classic wedding but for the reception kuroo probably begged for you to have a nerdy theme. eventually you went with space exploration and kuroo showed up wearing a spacesuit

he also had a special dance number specifically prepared for you and he even got bokuto, akaashi, lev and kenma into it and it was amazing

was the number ‘i want it that way’ by the backstreet boys? yes

immediately after getting married, kuroo brings up the subject of having kids because he’s always wanted to have a family of his own and kids to raise

plus he knows you’ll be a GREAT mom

expect his ‘wanna have sex ;)’ texts to turn into ‘are you ovulating rn?’ texts kuroo pls stop this is embarassing

also i personally feel that even though kuroo is a science geek he also got into astrology because that’s what the kids are doing these days

you try to surprise him with birthday sex but then he’s all ‘y/n, if you get pregnant this month our baby is going to be a cancer and i don’t want that’

i hate u cancers, myself included

after choosing a due date zodiac sign for your baby, kuroo is ready to have a baby with you

when you find out you’re pregnant kuroo was actually at work but he ditched whatever he was doing and took a bus all the way home to see you

one of his favorite things to do is talk to your baby and caress your little bump and kuroo will talk about ANYTHING: the weather, how his day was, how beautiful you look every day, the new River Monsters episode

you: kuroo, please that’s the fifth time you’ve told our baby that catfish swallowing a man whole story

kuroo: you’re right. should i tell them the piranha story instead?

i just know that kuroo would be the type to film a video of the two of you all throughout your nine months of pregnancy to show the baby

it’s honestly so cute how excited he gets whenever he’s filming himself

kuroo: hey baby! it’s your dad, talking to you from the past. by that time, there will be flying cars--

you, from the other room: THERE WON’T BE

kuroo: okay, hoverboards tho

he loves taking pictures of you and putting them in a little album for the memories. sometimes he’ll even show it to his friends or people at work (you have to tell him to stop tho because most of the pics are of you napping on the couch with junk food around you)

since he wants to be super prepared, kuroo would make sure that he takes time off work when your due date rolls around

when you feel your first contraction kuroo’s already there carrying you to the door and calling a taxi at the same time

he’s yelling out too many encouragements for you to focus on your breathing so you have to tell him to shut up for two minutes

i think kuroo would actually want to be in the delivery room to hold your hand and make sure everything’s okay and yell even more encouragements

except all his encouragements are related to volleyball

kuroo: give it one more good serve y/n!!

you: TETSUROU

kuroo’s the first one to hold your baby while you were still resting after the labor. he’s even there help the nurses give your child a bath

when a nurse comes up offering to put your child in the nursery kuroo’s all 🥺🥺but i wanna hold them 🥺🥺

when you wake up in the hospital room kuroo immediately rushes over to you with your child in his arms

kuroo: look y/n, it’s our child

you can tell that he’s very emotional

kuroo’s hugging the both of you real close and smiling at his little family

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nonstop-haikyuu · 4 years ago

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Teasing Omi

That’s right, ya girl is back! shout out to @haikyuufairy for again encouraging my thotfulness!

Warnings: use of a vibrator, blindfold, bondage, use of a safe word(not a full stop), spreader bar, cream pie, degradation, slight D/s, edging, Omi is kinda mean ngl, vaginal sex, fingering

Deep down, I knew the result of teasing Kiyoomi. But with three shots of tequila and Atsumu encouraging me, my self preservation instinct fled. It was a private party, with the Black Jackals and Adlers coming together to celebrate their most recent game against one another. Somehow I managed to convince my boyfriend to join the fun, insisting that he could have the entire weekend off from socializing. And with that, he agreed.

We arrived at the bar that the teams had reserved for the celebration, his teammates shouting greeting as they noticed our entrance. I waved eagerly and turned to Kiyoomi, asking, “Would you like something to drink, my love?” He hummed quietly then replied, “Just a water. I’m going to find a booth, alright?” I nodded in understanding and he kissed me on the forehead before hunching his shoulders to avoid people as he walked towards an empty table. Turning towards the bar, I saw the mischief brewing in Bokuto and Atsumu’s eyes, the two plotting something.

I waved at the bartender then called out, “Two waters please!” The woman nodded her acknowledgement and began to fill up the glasses as I joined the two. Atsumu ruffled my hair affectionately then chirped, “Hey, small one! Good to see ya! Say, ya don’t mind settling somethin’ between Bo and I, do ya?” I should’ve said no. I should’ve taken the waters the bartender handed me and walked back to Kiyoomi before the blond man had the chance to ask the stupid favor.

“Sure, what’s up?” I questioned as I leaned against the bar. The men exchanged mischievous glances and Bokuto chimed in, “I don’t think anyone can get on Kiyoomi’s nerves anymore, especially after dealing with our team but Tsum-Tsum thinks that you can. Would you be up for proving one of us right?”

I hummed at the question and glanced over to my boyfriend, who was oblivious to the conversation taking place, before I replied, “Well I already know that I can get on his nerves. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got water to drink and Omi to cuddle with.”

The night continued to pass and the two continued to poke at me, asking if I would show them the evidence of how I got on their precious Omi-kun’s nerves, only for me to shut them down. Only for the tequila shots to come into play. Hinata and Kageyama had joined our table, with the orange haired spiker insisting that I take a shot with him. Betrayed, Atsumu and Bokuto insisted that I take a shot with them as well, protesting, “It’s not fair, we didn’t have shots to take!”

And with that, the three shots of tequila loosened me. I leaned into Kiyoomi as he continued to scroll through his phone, clearly uninterested by the current argument taking place across the table from him. I kissed his shoulder briefly and he flicked his gaze down to me. Flashing a brief smile, I nudged Atsumu and Bokuto under the table, catching their attention.

“Omi, your teammates don’t think that I can get on your nerves. Can you believe that?”I asked, a whiny tone beginning to escape. His eyebrows furrowed together then his eyes widened when my hand slid across his thigh. He stiffened under my touch and asked in a low tone, “Is that so? They don’t know you very well then, do they, plum?”

Plum, my nickname that Omi almost never used outside out of the bedroom. This was dangerous territory I was treading in but it was so tempting. How could I ignore the beautiful opportunity that was presented?

I shot a sly smile to Atsumu and Bokuto then I slid my hand higher, eager to find Kiyoomi’s cock through his pants. My boyfriend drew in a deep breath as my fingers tightened around his dick.

Omi snapped his hand around my wrist, freezing me, before he stated coldly, “If you know what’s good for, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.” I shivered at the underlying threat then pressed closer, murmuring, “Are you going to punish me, sir?”

His jaw clenched at the name then slid out of the booth, tugging me out along with him. Atsumu raised an eyebrow at our sudden departure and I winked in his direction as Kiyoomi pulled me out of the bar. I slid my fingers against his then he tightened his hold, muttering, “You’re going to regret teasing me out in public. The only way you get out of this is if you say the safe word.”

“I want this, Omi, I promise. Please take me home and punish me?” I cooed, pressing against him. Dark eyes narrowed down at me then he shoved me towards the car as he snapped, “Get in.” My eyes fluttered at the harshness but did as he asked, eager to find out what my boyfriend had in plan for me.

Our drive home was silent and I squirmed in my seat as I began to consider what Omi was going to do. His hand clamped down on my thigh, freezing me, then he warned, “Quit squirming. It’s not going to do you any good.” He ushered me inside our home then waved a hand towards the bedroom after unlocking the door, muttering, “Go get undressed and lay on the bed. I’ll be there in a bit.” I nodded and did as he said, laying on the bed naked.

Kiyoomi soon entered the bedroom with a towel and a water bottle, setting both items on the bed. I watched, intrigued as he began to rifle through our chest of toys that stayed under our bed, then froze when he set the spreader bar and vibrator on the bed, followed by the leather cuffs that we had brought last month. He stood and glared down at me, asking, “So based on what I just put on the bed, tell me. Do you think it was a wise decision to tease me in public just to prove my teammates right or wrong?”

“I-I was just trying to have fun.” I insisted, dropping my gaze. Sakusa tilted his head at me then reached into the chest again, pulling out the one thing that I hated the most- the blindfold. He tossed the towel at me and ordered, “Take the comforter off and put this underneath your hips. Do you understand, plum?”

“Sir, please don’t use the blindfold, please!” I begged, scrambling to grip the front of his shirt. He snatched my wrist and shoved me backwards, climbing over me, hissing, “You’re stupid to think that you’re in charge, plum. If you don’t like your punishment, say the word and we’re done. Do you understand that?” I swallowed hard then nodded, murmuring, “Yes sir, I understand.”

Kiyoomi nodded then helped me tug the comforter off our bed, careful not to get it dirty. Sheets were easy to wash and dry. Thick blankets? Not so much, as we’ve learned from the past. He slid the towel under my hips then nudged my arms underwards, pausing when I asked, “Omi? Can I have a kiss before we start?” He smiled softly down at me then kissed me gently, his thumb stroking my cheek. He pulled away and jerked his head towards the headboard, stating, “Alright, my love, up you go. You have a punishment to take.”

I nodded in understanding and drew in a deep breath as he clasped the cuffs over my wrists with the chain jingling briefly against the headboard. Kiyoomi stared down at me for a few moments, his face expressionless, then he murmured, “It’s a shame that you wanted to misbehave, plum. I had a different plan in place for tonight. We beat the Adlers and I was going to reward you for being by my side for all that we’ve worked for. But then you took Atsumu and Bokuto’s bait and here we are.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” I murmured, hanging my head. I loved riling him up but I hated the disappointed tone that he used when it came to my punishments. He tilted my head upwards then snapped, “Don’t fucking lie to me, plum; it’ll only worsen your punishment.” I fell silent and he slipped the blindfold over my head, blanketing my world in darkness, leaving me defenseless.

Kiyoomi spread my thighs apart and the cuffs clasped around my ankles, a soft hum escaping me. I shivered at the sound then he hissed, “What a shame my plum couldn’t be a good girl. Oh well. If you want to be a filthy little slut and touch me out in public where anyone can see us, I’ll just have to remind you who’s in charge.” A soft click filled the silence following words and a buzzing filled my ears.

“I could just fuck you with this toy but honestly, I think we need to break you down first. So we’ll start here.” he informed me, pressing the vibrator against my right nipple. I stifled a surprised gasp then waited until he moved it. I could handle Kiyoomi degrading me, that was a normal thing that I lived to hear. But the silence killed me. He was pissed that I pushed our boundaries and touched him outside of the bedroom, which was understandable, but the least he could do was talk while he tormented me.

“Is that so, plum? You want me to talk while I torment you? What a whore, not even a toy like this can satisfy you.” he scoffed, disgust dripping from his tone.

“I’m not a whore!” I insisted, trembling in my restraints. He chuckled and gripped my face between one hand, squeezing hard as he hissed, “Oh but you are. You’re my little whore. I have to say, I wasn’t expecting you to be this bratty. I was just going to tease you a bit then fuck you brainless but I guess I’m going to have to put you in your place.” He released my face and the vibrator slid lower. I gulped as he pressed the head of the toy against my stomach then asked, “Anything to say, plum?”

“Do your worst.” I bit back, earning a surprised glance. Kiyoomi chuckled then the vibrator was pressed against my folds, causing me to jerk against my restraints. I had restraint, a simple touch to my pussy by some toy wouldn’t break me. I wouldn’t allow it. Clearly, my resilience showed even through the blindfold because my boyfriend laughed humorlessly and drawled out, “Going to be a brat until the bitter end, plum? Well if that’s the way that you want to act.”

The toy shifted upwards and he applied pressure to the spreader bar when it found my clit. I stifled a quiet yelp at the sudden pleasure and waited for Kiyoomi to move or say something. Long fingers spread my pussy open, allowing better access to the hardening bud, then I jerked against my restraints. With a soft click, he increased the speed and I gasped. My hands curled into fists then he began to rub tight circles against my clit, beginning to work me towards an orgasm.

“Oh what a good little whore you are, trying to resist what I’m giving you. Maybe I should just fuck you with this little toy and be done with it.” Kiyoomi suggested off-handedly.

I trembled at the threat and whimpered, “Please sir, please don’t! I want your cock, please don’t fuck me with the vibrator.” He tsked then pressed hard on the spreader bar, snapping, “What’s your safe word?” My mouth fell open and I scrambled to remember what it was, only for him to jerk the vibrator away, ceasing the building orgasm. I drew in a deep breath then rushed out, “It’s Jackal, please sir, I-I remember what it is!”

“Good. Now stay still and I’ll consider making you come, plum.” And with that, he turned the vibrator to its highest setting and pushed inside, fucking me with the toy. I sobbed and jerked against my restraints, unable to do as he ordered. He bit my hip, causing me to cry out, then he snapped, “Stupid whore just doesn’t know when to listen. I said, stay fucking still!”

I continued to rock against the vibrator, ignoring his warning, and he slapped my thigh. Screaming at the pain that surged through my senses, I gasped then twisted against the pressure on my ankles.

“I wish you would fucking listen to me. I said stay still!” Kiyoomi ordered, curving the toy upwards to press against my G-spot and he began to rub right circles against my clit. I moaned and my head tilted back as I tightened my hold around the headboard, desperate to stay still.

“That’s right, that’s how you’re supposed to act. You know I’m going to give you what you need, so I don’t know why you kept moving. But it’s good to see that my dumb little slut is finally remembering what she’s supposed to do.” he cooed, patting my cheek. I nodded gently then waited for him to give me permission, only for him to pull away his fingers. I sniffled briefly then whimpered, “Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I touched your cock out in public.”

Kiyoomi chuckled and pressed my head upwards, beginning to suck multiple marks down my neck.. He began to fuck me harder with the vibrator, leaving me gasping for more. Whenever I teased Omi, I knew that my punishment wasn’t going to be the most pleasurable and the blindfold had derived me from seeing his beautiful expressions in action. I continued to cream around the toy then cried, “I-I’m so sorry! Please make me come, sir!”

He gripped the center of the spreader bar then bent my knees, changing the angle of the vibrator. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I panted, unable to do anything but take the pleasure he was giving me. He pressed hard against my clit then asked in that harsh tone, “Does my little whore want to cream all over this worthless toy?”

My head bobbed up and down as I rushed out, “Yes, yes, please sir, I want to come!” Kiyoomi hummed as if he was truly contemplating letting me come on the vibrator then jerked it out, leaving me to fall limp in the sheets with a quiet yelp.

“Sir, sir, please! Please, I’m so sorry, I won’t ever tease you again! Please, Kiyoomi, just let me come! I promise I’ll be your good slut, please just lemme come!” I sobbed, my words beginning to run together. He slapped my hip and I hiccuped through my tears as he spat, “Sluts like you don’t deserve to call me Kiyoomi, do they? I thought you were my good girl, plum. I wish you would just listen to me.”

“Please… please, I’m sorry, I’ll be the best for you, I’ll do whatever you want. Please…” I whimpered, tears streaming down my face. He traced my hip with a long finger then asked, “What’s your color, my love?”

“I- it’s yellow, please sir…” I drawled off, head turned to the side. Kiyoomi hummed in understanding and questioned, “What can I do to get you back to green?” I sniffled through my tears before finally answering, “T-The blindfold? Can you take- take off the blindfold, sir?” He hushed me and tugged the cloth upwards as he warned, “Close your eyes so you don’t get blinded, alright? Taking it off now.”

I blinked slowly as the material was taken away, my chest heaving with my tears, and Kiyoomi asked, “Can I do anything else to help you get back to green, my love?” I glanced down at the spreader bar then back up at him, murmuring, “Could you- will you take off the spreader bar and cuffs? I promise I’ll be good for you, sir, I just need them off.”

He nodded then undid the cuffs around my ankles and wrists, rubbing at the indentations that remained. I leaned against the pillows and he cupped my face as he murmured, “How are you now, my love? Do you want to continue the scene?” I nodded eagerly then pressed my lips against his wrist, urging, “Please, Omi, I want you to fuck me. Please, sir!”

He tightened his grip around my jaw then warned, “Plum, you should watch your tone.” I sighed at the returning harshness and he laughed quietly, muttering, “Dirty little slut is so needy for my cock. Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I nodded and he hooked a hand underneath my knee, raising my leg to wrap it around his waist. Kiyoomi drew in a deep breath then reminded me quietly, “You don’t have to do this, you know this, right, my love?”

“I love you and how sweet you can be, but please fuck me stupid.” I encouraged, tightening my legs around his hips. He groaned and slapped my thigh when he pressed inside. I gasped at the rush of pleasure and pain then clutched at his back. Long fingers trailed down my throat and he cooed, “You’re so fucking beautiful, plum. So good to me. I love you, sweetness.”

I stared up with him with an adoring gaze and murmured, “I love you too, so fucking much. I promise I’ll be good for you now on.” Kiyoomi smiled down at me briefly then replied, “Don’t be too good though, plum. You know you’re allowed to act just a bit bratty every once and a while.”

“I think you’ve turned soft. Encouraging me to be a brat? Lame.” I retorted with a roll of my eyes. His gaze darkened and the hand tracing my shoulders and breasts snapped up around my throat before he hissed, “I should’ve known that brattiness from earlier was still in there somewhere. Now shut up and take my cock.”

I gasped softly then tightened around his cock as he slammed into me. He set a merciless pace, hips slapping harshly against the insides of my thighs, and he hissed, “Stupid brat, you thought I wasn’t going to fuck you brainless? Oh you’re fucking in for it now.”

“Yes, yes, I wanted it, sir! Please fuck me harder!” I cried, fingers tightening in his curls. He sucked hard on my nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, then he growled, “You better not pull, plum. You know what will happen, don’t you?” My eyes gleamed at the reminder of what followed pulling Kiyoomi’s hair then tugged hard. He snarled and bit my shoulder, snapping his hips hard against the inside of my thighs.

“Yes, please oh… Omi, Omi,” I whined, twisting my fingers in his hair, “Y-you’re so big!” He chuckled against the new marks he was sucking into my neck then pulled his cock out, until only the head remained inside.

“Is my cock too big for your little pussy to handle, plum? Hmm? Need me to go slower?” he asked, grinding against me. I sobbed at the teasing and pleaded, “I can take it, please, I promise, sir! Please give me your dick!” Long fingers wrapped around my knee then pressed it upwards before he warned, “I hope you can take my dick, plum, because I’m about to fuck you stupid.”

He snapped his hips into mine and I choked on the sound that begun to bubble in my throat. Kiyoomi set a brutal pace, his hips slapping the insides of my thighs as he growled, “That’s it, plum, take my fat cock. Think I’m going to fill you up today, remind you why you don’t tease me, especially in public. Do you want that, plum? Want me to fill that pretty cunt up with my come so much you won’t be able to shift without it leaking all over your pretty thighs?”

“Kiyoomi, please, want it so much! Wanna have your come in my pussy! Make me come please!” He hummed at my insistence then he pressed a large hand on my stomach as he shifted his angle to force the tip of his cock against the spongy spot that made me jerk in his hold.

I sobbed as the pleasure began to build then he snapped, “Come now, plum. Come around my cock and I’ll fill you up as much as you want.” I buried my face in his shoulder, hiccuping with my pleasure, then Kiyoomi circled my clit with his thumb. My orgasm swept my senses into overload and my eyes slammed shut as I clutched at his back, screaming through the pleasure.

Seconds passed then I glanced up at my boyfriend, who grumbled, “It’s my turn to come, my love, and you’re going to come with me.” My eyes widened at the statement and started to protest, only for his pace to become bruising, his fingers tight around my leg as he snapped, “You don’t get a choice, plum. You’re going to come around my cock again.” I whimpered and buried my face in his chest.

He groaned in my ear as I continued to clench around his cock then he growled, “Gonna come so hard, plum, gonna fill you up. Oh fuck, that’s right, come for me again, my love.” I bit hard on his shoulder as I gushed around his dick, whimpering around the skin.

Kiyoomi lost his pace then continued to pump me full of come. We laid in that position for a bit longer and he slid out, careful not to overstimulate me as he did so, before he pressed my thighs apart, humming at the sight.

“God, my love, you look so good full of my come. I should do this more, just to watch it dribble out.” he suggested, massaging my thighs. I whimpered at the statement and he kissed my stomach before he rolled out of bed. When he returned, he had a water bottle in hand then he murmured, “Alright, drink up, my love, then we’ll go get a shower, okay?”

I hummed in agreement and drank some of the water, careful not to drink too much. Kiyoomi stretched a hand out to me then we walked into the bathroom, ready to shower and get some sleep.

When the morning came, a text came in from Atsumu, asking the MSBY group chat if anyone was up for an early lunch at Onigiri Miya that was close to their gym. Kiyoomi kissed my forehead then asked, “Would you like to come to lunch with us, my love?” I hummed against his chest and mumbled, “Yeah, sounds good to me.”

We arrived at the shop and I waved to Osamu who was chatting with his brother and the other players that had gathered for the lunch Atsumu set up. I stifled a quiet groan as my thigh cramped up and settled down in a booth, catching the blond twin’s attention. He raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about why I was complaining, then Kiyoomi stated simply, “Miya, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t encourage her in getting on my nerves. She has a tendency to regret the repercussions of the punishment.”

Silence settled over the table then I buried my hands in my face, whining, “Omi, you can’t just say that!”

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nickname: carri

men: iwaizumi, tsukishima, konoha

number: 11

TSYM!!!

heyyy Carri! PLS DONT HATE ME IM SORRY IF ITS SUUUPER LATE BUT Thank you for participating hihi🥺

here are your results !

Tsukishima (Friends)

Iwaizumi (Acquaintances)

Konoha (Engaged)

TSUKISHIMA

Your friendship with Tsukishima started when you became a manager for the Karasuno VBC together and withYachi

You were already close with the other 1st years but Tsukishima was a tougher nut to crack

he was always cocky and standoffish, and that ticked you off but you being you, you got used to it and began learning how to bark back at him.

Thus, your battle of insults would turn into a tackling sessions (he was surprised how fast and strong you were, being able to attack him like a predator pouncing on its prey. Little did he know you grew up in a house with three older brothers making you a professional in wrestling matches *for the sake of the story let’s just say u have brothers hehe*), and of course would result to the both of you being lectured by Daichi and Suga

With Daichi getting impatient with the two of you, he always punished the both of you with penalty laps. A day never went by without the both of you running around the gym. Daichi was pleased with the result but he would never admit that. He saw how you and Tsukishima became closer, what began in endless bickering evolved into small chit chats, and he was a proud dad

Your friendship with Tsukishima became one of the most valued relationships you have until present;

It was the end of the MSBY vs Adlers match, and you, together with your batchmates decided to drink after to catch up with one another.

“Tsukiiiiiiiiiii come on pls I’m strong now!” you pouted at your best friend, begging him to allow you to drink.

He knew you were a lightweight, you all discovered that during one of Kuroo and Bokuto’s afterparty, when he had to carry you home after finding you passed out in the corner. Thus, he made you swear to drink only when he or the other boys were around.

His nose scrunched at your incessant begging and groaned, knowing he could never win over you. “Fine since your so ‘strong’” he made sure to make air quotes before continuing. “bring your ass back home on your own.” he deadpanned. You smiled at him brightly before linking your arms with him, dragging him to the bar.

It’s been so long since you guys got together like this. So much untold stories from Hinata’s trip to Brazil, Making fun of Kageyama’s awkward commercials, and of course the story of how Yamaguchi and Yachi got together.

As much as Tsukishima protested, he couldn’t deny that he missed hanging out like this. So much has changed in a small amount of time… except for one.

You were drinking to your heart’s content, naive of the consequences you were about to face the next day. He laughed at the drooling mess beside him and sighed. He brushed the stray hair on your face and smiled.

“I forgot to ask!” Hinata shouted from the other side of the table. “Have you ever confessed t-“ he was cut by Kageyama’s hand covering his mouth. Tsukishima glared at the ginger headed male before standing up. “We’ll be going first.” He dragged your body to stand, before carrying you on his back.

Your head rested on his shoulder as he carried you to his car. The smell of his cologne made your lips curl into a smile before nuzzling your head on his neck. “Thank you, Tsukki. i wuv yyyuuuuuu!!! youuur the bestttt” your words slurred before fully passing out. He clicked his tongue and chuckled lightly. “You’re a pain in the ass you know that?” he looked back at you, seeing how peaceful you were, letting out soft snores, before letting a smile adorn on his face.

IWAIZUMI

You recently moved from Tokyo after your father was reassigned to work in Miyagi

Being an alumnus of Aoba Johsai, he enrolled you there for your third year

Everything was going smooth. Your movers arrived on time, you easily unpacked your furniture, and you had everything you needed to face the new environment you were about to enter

However, what your father forgot to mention was that Aoba Johsai was HUGE

Hence, what would a new transferee like yourself have to go through? of course, Get lost i the vicinity

You applauded yourself mentally for thinking ahead and left for school early or else you would be late on your first day

After dozens of twists and turns you finally reached your classroom

Your homeroom teacher entered and instructed you to introduce yourself in front of the class “Hi, My name is l/n y/n. I transferred here from Nekoma. I hope we could get along.” you ended your introduction with a bow before returning to your seat.

“Thank you. L/n and Iwaizumi, I would like to speak to you both after class.” He stated before continuing with his announcements.

You didn’t know anyone in your school and you couldn’t help but wonder what your teacher wanted to talk to you about with Iwaizumi.

After class, you turn your head to where Iwaizumi was seated to see him asleep on his desk.

“Iwaizumi-san?” you poked his shoulder, trying to wake him up. Take note of the word: “Trying” because it seemed like you wouldn’t succeed with just a mere poke.

He must’ve been tired for him to fall asleep like this. Having no choice, you grabbed both of his shoulders and started shaking him. His body jolted and raised his head from the desk and gave you a confused look. You simply smiled at his reaction and told him how both of you were instructed to meet with your professor after class.

His cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment for forgetting and for making you wake him up.

In the office, your teacher told Iwaizumi to show you around campus so that you wouldn’t have to get lost next time.

You tried to decline, feeling guilty for making Iwaizumi show you around but despite your attempts to politely decline, Iwaizumi faced you and gave you a gentle smile. “It’s alright. I don’t have practice today anyway. Come on.” He turned his back and walked toward the exit.

However, you were glued there and couldn’t utter a word. You suddenly feel a hand grab yours and pulled you along.

When the both of you exited the office, Iwaizumi let go of your hand and walked ahead, glancing back at you every once in a while to make sure you were following him.

He walked by your side and toured you around the school, telling you facts and what he called “survival” tips. (Tip#1: Never fall for Oikawa. Who was that? you didn’t know. What does it have to do with you? again, you didn’t know fjsjbfjd)

sometimes your hands brush against each other and sometimes he would put an arm around your shoulder bringing you closer when you pass through places with huge crowds.

He explained to you that he didn’t want you to get lost and you let him continue because somehow… even if it’s just your first day, you might just have made your first (crush) friend

KONOHA

You had been together with Konoha for almost 6 years now. A relationship which bloomed and nurtured from middle school until high school

Despite being a year younger than him, his childish antics proved that maybe, just maybe, you were older than him in terms of maturity

He begged you to become a manager right after you became a 1st year in Fukurodani and not missing a chance to spend time with your boyfriend, you agreed.

Both of you were busy with Finals and the volleyball competitions ahead but that didn’t stop you from spending time with your boyfriend. You’re relationship was past the point of fussing over the small issues. You both were in sync with one another and the both of you learned how to handle problems that would occasionally arise.

Everything became a routine. You would spend your breaks with Konoha and the volleyball team, study after classes before training starts, and walk home together after trainings.

Although lately, you’ve been spending time with each other less. Sure, you and Konoha would study in the library together but that was it. You wondered why he would suddenly bail on you without a word, you wondered why he insisted on letting you go home first, and why he would reply late to your texts.

You understood that maybe he was just busy but the stress you were feeling about school was starting to take its toll on you

Your emotions began to heighten. You were feeling lonely and sad, realizing that maybe the spark between you and your boyfriend was slowly fading. That maybe he found someone better. You began feeling insecure, letting your mind wander over every possible scenario about what would happen next. Is this really how your love will end?

You began to shut out everyone. You barely replied to Konoha, you spoke only in a few sentences, and at times, you couldn’t even spare him a glance.

You didn’t want anyone to think you were petty so you opted to keep everything to yourself. It didn’t bother you anymore that you were spending less and less time with Konoha. Instead of feeling hurt, you felt numb.

Little did you know everything was about to change

“l/n-san.” Fukorodani’s setter and your best friend, Akaashi tapped your shoulder. “Hm?” you answered while continuing your homework on the bench without looking at him. “l/n-san.” he repeated. You dropped your pencil to look at him. “Yes?”

“Konoha-san…” he trailed off. “Huh? What happened to Akinori?” you deadpanned. “He fainted. He’s in the infirma-” you rushed to the infirmary, cutting Akaashi off mid-sentence. A surge of concern suddenly filled you and your heart began beating rapidly.

Upon reaching the infirmary door, you slid it open only to notice the lights turned off. You flicked it on and saw no one at the desk. You entered slowly and walked further into the room, scanning the beds, looking for Konoha. At the end of the room, there you saw him. Sitting down, staring at the wall in front of him.

He didn’t seem to notice you enter as you sat yourself down beside him. “Hey Akaashi told me you fainted. Are you okay?” you hesitantly placed your hand on his. “Are you mad at me?” he whispered, eyes still on the wall. “I wouldn’t say I was mad… maybe a little hurt and I felt that you were shutting me out…I didn’t even know what you were up to… What’s up with you lately?” you answered.

“I’m sorry. I just…” he faced you and placed his free hand on your cheek, caressing it. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I was just busy, that’s all.” you leaned into his touch, unaware that you really did miss him. “It’s okay, I understand. What were you busy with? Maybe I could help…” you stared back at him. “I’m not sure if you could” he answered awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck. “I understand, excuse me” you stood up and feeling your eyes starting to tear up.

Suddenly, you felt upset. What could he be doing that even you couldn’t help with? You were about to turn the doorknob when you felt a familiar warmth grasp your wrist. “Babe…” you muttered, tears slowly streaming down your face. You faced him with your tear-stained face and smiled.

He felt guilty for having to tell you this way. He didn’t want to do it this way but he didn’t have any other choice. “Listen to me, okay?” He grabbed both of your cheeks in his hands, making you look at him. You stared at him and nodded.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you the for the past weeks… I wanted to surprise you that was all.” he cooed before releasing your cheeks. He rummaged something in his blazer and took out a small box. “This isn’t anything fancy but I’m graduating soon, and I have to wait a year before being in the same campus as you again. Y/n, I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. I loved you in the past, I love you in the present, and I will always love you in the future. Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t help but nod as the room filled with the sound of your sobs and your sniffles. Konoha hugged you tenderly and kissed you. “I love you” you replied.

a/n: hope u guys aren’t mad at me nfkshfk ily all thank you for always being patient AAAAAA posting updates for Ace of Cups soon :”>

*I have like other requests piled up in my ask box but i’ll try to get to you soon im sorry 😭

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