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arbitrarykiwi · 1 month ago

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I desperately need a thanos version of now streaming 😭 i think I can wait☹️😔 as a matter of fact take your time😁🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Now Streaming...

Thanos Version

Yalllll I was really trying my best to get this out as fast as I could I PROMISE. idk what it was but I had so many people asking for a Thanos version of my ‘Now Streaming…’ and I wanna give yall what yall wan!

I hope this is up to y’all’s standards! It was admittedly so fucking hard to write w/o making it too similar to the Namgyu one I just did. So I hope I did the request justice💕💕

Warnings: none, sfw, fluff

“Hooooly fuck!!! Thank you for the donation!” Your boyfriend, Choi Su-bong, yells at his computer. “You’re an absolute beast for that!! I guess that means we have to keep this good energy rolling! We can stream for a lil longer guys.”

Despite it being just you and him in his apartment; he’s talking like there’s other people there. In a way, there is. Known as the famous twitch streamer, Thanos, your boyfriend often was doing long streams into the middle of the night.

From music review, to video games, to opening fan mail- he seemed to have a knack for it all. He got most of his following from his streams in which he would produce a whole song live within a time limit. Now that is what the people came to see!! He was talented, he could make catchy songs you would want to hear on your drunkest night out in under 20 minutes. He’d mix the whole song effortlessly all while interacting with the chat and providing commentary. It was no wonder he was famous!!

There was also a clear other reason for his influx of watchers. Thanos, Choi Su-Bong, your boyfriend…was fucking hot.

He was a big man, tall and muscular. The tattoos that accent his arms and hands just add to it. Not to mention the boisterous purple hair with personality to match! He could captivate someone so easily with just a witty sentence or a cocky remark. Even a flash of his smile could have new subscriptions pinging into existence, each being welcomed in with an ecstatic, “Welcome to the Thanos world!”

When you started dating, it was him that practically begged you to come on stream with him. He could respect your need or desire for privacy…but he really wants to show you off!!

He’s been streaming for a while, cultivating this niche group of viewers that he almost viewed as a distant family. The viewers who were there from the beginning of his twitch career watched him grow from nothing-living in his mom’s basement and high out of his mind on a mixture of substances, to living in his own place and producing music for other big rappers while having a successful rap career of his own. So to him…it only makes sense to brag about his next big step- his beautiful girlfriend!

He does monthly Q & A streams that are timed to go with the re-dying of his hair. And who does his hair? You!!!!! He’ll be seated in his gaming chair, towel tucked into his shirt as you work to coat his hair in the purple dye. Red tinged eyes beaming at the chat as new questions keep rolling in.

‘When’s the next song dropping?’

“Uhhhh.” Thanos drags out, eyes looking to the ceiling as he calculates an estimate of a release date. “Prolly next month. Won’t be an album though, unfortunately. Jus’ a single.”

‘What brand of hair dye do you use? Wanna make sure I buy some to have for when we get married’

Thanos’ eyebrows furrow a bit, scoffing at the commentary after the question. Can’t whoever this was see you behind him?! When he reads it out, he only reads the question.

He’s quick to fall back into a rhythm, trying to ghost over the thirsty comment- he doesn’t want to bring it to your attention. “I actually don’t know!” He chirps, reaching behind him to tug at your shirt, pulling you down into the cameras view, “we can ask my girlfriend though! She’s the one that does my hair so she’s in charge of alla that.” He says, turning to look at you.

You laugh, waving to the camera with gloved hands. Despite the gloves being for protection from the hair dye, the majority of your forearm is covered in purple. “I use this one. Works really well! Doesn’t come off when he sweats as much.” You tease, showing off the bottle of purple dye.

Thanos hopes showing you off would make those comments die down. And when flood of comments come in just talking about his single he’s dropping, his grin is widening- this is what he lives for!

Sure back when he wasn’t in a relationship and fucking women left and right he wouldn’t mind them, he’d even play into them. But he’s not been shy about you, about being with you. There’s no need for those comments to boost his ego when he has you doing it. Those comments are boring to him now!!! He wants people critical of his music, giving advice, asking him questions about himself, or giving requests!

One of the things that got Thanos big on twitch before he started to stream his music was his Minecraft videos. He’d force Nam-gyu who was strangely good with making mods, to make mod-packs that he would then add to the game. His Minecraft kick never went away- the dude loved that fucking game. He yearned for the mines. So you often found yourself curled up on the small futon in his office while the dull, muffled thrum of the Minecraft music blasts through Thanos’ headphones.

“Okay chat I think we hafta stay the night in here…” Thanos says chuckling as he blocks himself into a makeshift hole with half a heart left. “When I told ‘Gyu to go all out with this horror mod thing I didn’t think he’d add 30 mod packs into one!!! I can’t do anything without almost dying!!!!” He yells dramatically, spinning his mouse to make his character move erratic in the game. “It’s okay!!! Let’s…uhhhh….whats goin on in the chat! Yeah, what’s up with you guys!?!” Thanos says, shifting slightly to look at his second monitor and watch the chat as he tries to pass the nighttime cycle of Minecraft with whatever he can.

‘Been streaming your song for the whole week! It’s sooo good!’

‘I’ve been waiting for the next Minecraft stream. I’m so glad it’s back.’

‘You been working out?’

The comment makes him chuckle, and he grins proudly. “Fuck yeah I have!” He’s replying pushing up his sleeve and flexing his arm. “It’s really starting to show ain’t it?!” He jokes, beginning to flex for the camera.

As a dutiful girlfriend, you’re watching the stream as always. You have your phone propped up on the vanity across the same room he’s in so you can watch the stream while doing your makeup in a small round mirror. With your back turned to him- you can hear him but you can’t see him- so you prop your phone up in front of you on mute to get the best of both worlds.

You laugh silently, watching him put on a dramatic show for the camera, flexing his arms. Your eyes catch the chat, of course it’s filled with fangirls spamming the chat with various sexually driven compliments. Each one spaced out by other comments which joke around with Thanos and talk about the actual stream.

‘Yes LAWDD!!! Need him to put me in a headlock!!!!’

‘The tattoo going up his arm makes this so much hotter’

‘All muscle but still screams at a Minecraft mod.’

“Hey! Watch it!!!” Thanos yells teasingly, obviously catching the one comment that wasn’t begging for his attention. “When you have 6 jump scare animations play back to back- a man’d gonna scream!!!” He says, hands coming up in a defensive position, “That’s jus’ gonna happen!! I say it would be abnormal to not have a reaction to jump scares…..like ‘Gyu! That man has to be a different breed to not react at all!” He rambles.

If there was one thing he was good at it was interacting with the viewers. He was so in tune with it, even if you put aside the bias of him being your boyfriend, you would have and could have watched him for hours!! He was so entertaining and wildly interactive with viewers allowing for engagement that only made the stream better.

‘I need him so bad’

‘Play the game that I’ve been requesting!! Please!!’

‘I wonder if you have any tattoos we can’t see.’

Your eyes narrow, you pause your makeup and turn fully to the phone. You can see on the small screen that Thanos reacts, scoffing a little as he now sees the influx of horny messages that ensue after his flexing. He mentally scolds himself, he really didn’t mean to do it! He can’t help he looks so good!! Trying to deflect and calm the fangirls down he responds.

“Uhh… yep. Got a lot of em.” He says with a grin and a nod. “The one on my arm connects to a large one on my back that’s far too big to show…” he says, immediately putting down the notion of showing that one off. You let a breath you didn’t know you were holding, the thought of the chat of horny women seeing your boyfriends sculpted back makes you sick.

“…I got a few on my legs, I’d show those but I’m wearing sweatpants…oh!! Annnd~” his voice trails off into a sing-song tone, hand coming up to grip at the collar of his shirt, “got my baby’s name on my collarbone.”

A smile spreads across your face as he shows off the tattoo of your name in elegant script across his collarbone. He had done it a couple months ago- without you knowing- but after he came back home and showed you oh-so excited, you couldn’t help but adore it!

Thanos hopes that him showing the viewers that he literally has his girlfriend’s name tattooed that it would make the sexual or flirty comments die down. He knows it comes with the job, but he is also painfully aware of how those comments could make you feel- he’s had more than a few conversations with you about this.

Yes, they’re from people he doesn’t know and will never meet. Yes, he only has eyes for you and only loves you. You know that- he knows that. But it doesn’t make it easier when you’re forced to see thousands of women thirst after your boyfriend in ways that seem far too explicit to comment on a live twitch stream.

The stream continues, Thanos going back to playing the modded Minecraft world he had made. You had gone back to finishing up your makeup. You two were going out on a date after his stream wrapped up after all!

“Okay chat, what wood should I use for the base? Oak or Spruce?” Thanos’ voice echos through the room. He turns his head to the chat, watching as the choices get picked- trying to see which one wins out the majority.

‘It’s such a shame he’s not single…like she’s literally not even here to support him lolz’

The comment takes him off guard. It’s bold, not something someone should say to a random streamer they watch. It also pisses him off that it accuses you of not supporting him. You, out of all the viewers, were Thanos’ biggest supporter. He wouldn’t be here without you.

“I’m seein a lot of oak…oak it is!” Thanos then clears his throat, “Me n my señorita are going out after the stream, so I think I’ll probably finish the base and call it a night..”

Your head snaps to the phone you have his stream on and then to your watch, he has at least 2 hours before your reservation- he doesn’t need to get off…

You turn back towards his set up, looking over at him confused. He looks up from his monitor towards you, a smile beaming on his face as he sees your completed makeup look.

“In fact…C’mere.”

You furrow your eyebrows and stare at him blankly. He waves you over. It only takes a couple strides before you’re next to where he sits in his gaming chair.

Thanos pulls you down, throwing you over his lap before you have time to react. “Chat, look at her! Fuckin’ beautiful thing!” He boast, moving the camera to get a good view of your face.

A tattooed hand is coming up and squishing your cheeks together, bringing you closer to the camera and turning your head each way. “Seee~ ohhhhh look how good that liner is….and the blending?!!”

You’re giggling now, knowing truly he has no idea what good blending was or even how your eyeliner gets put on. His makeup knowledge is 0 to none. But boy howdy is he gonna show you off!!!

“Fuckin’ perfect!” He comments, like he’s marveling at a 5 star dish that was plated in front of him, “just look at her!! She was over there watching while she got ready.” Thanos coos, placing an obnoxious kiss to your cheek as if he’s trying to drive it in that it is not a shame he is not single- because he has such a great girlfriend like you.

“I jus’ needed to show you off…” he mumbles against your cheek before helping you stand back up. He looks up at you, proud smile on his face. Laughing, you nod, hand caressing his cheek before you return to the vanity to work on your hair.

“She’s been in the room the whole fucking time watching the stream by the way, moron.” He says, glaring into the camera before banning the commenter, smirk widening as he watches the chat now flood with comments on how hot you were.

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! This one was an odd lil struggle for me but I did enjoy the challenge!

Also I’ve been thinkin’ that some anons are returning anons and if you are…I just wanna say that I don’t have any emoji anons 😗😗😗😗so if you wanna claim one so I can recognize ya 😗😗😗😗 let möther know who ya are 😏😏😏 it’s just a think 🤭

I have a couple other requests and stand alone fics in the works! I promise I’m getting through them even though I don’t upload everyday. Love yew alllllll 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ - <3 kiwi

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notiddygothgf · 10 months ago

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5. murderer

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ I could devour you . ❞ ❝ Please. ❞

★ c.w.: smoking, smut, lots of filthy dirty talk omg. (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HEY YALLLLL!!! im back again. its been a hectic week w college move-in and all. I'm a junior now but like I still get so overwhelmed omg. Anyway, as my premed studies will be bombarding me very soon, I wanted to get this chapter out. Sorry I left yall hanging!!!! This chapter follows the movie. Kinda. But I also went my own direction w it. Its SO DETAILED. it took me like two days to write it. PLEASEEE KEEP COMMENTING yall are so fucking funny. mom adores u all <3333. I HOPE YALL ENJOY THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR!! MUAHHHH

★ w.c: .7.6k

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IT WAS YOUR WEDDING NIGHT. You stumbled through the door of your honeymoon suite, giggling like school kids. Your husband was in a suit, the tie loosened and his shirt slightly untucked. You were in a white reception gown, the fabric flowing gracefully around you, and your feet ached from hours of dancing.

As the door closed behind you, you leaned against it, your eyes meeting his. "This is really happening," you laughed, still high on the excitement of the day.

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Crazy, right? I've been promoted to "husband"."

You felt a rush of happiness at the sound of your new title, the way it rolled off his tongue. "And I from Miss to Missus," you repeated, savoring it.

He stepped closer, his hands gently cupping your face. "You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "I can't wait to get you out of this dress"

You blushed, feeling the warmth of his gaze. "Patience, dearest husband," you teased with a smile, reaching up to kiss him softly, "You have a whole lifetime to do that."

He pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sit down," he instructed, gesturing to the edge of the bed.

Confused but intrigued, you did as he said, perching on the bed's edge. He knelt down in front of you, his hands reaching for your feet.

"What are you doing?" you asked, a laugh bubbling up.

"Your feet must be killing you," he said, his hands carefully unbuckling your white high heels. "Let me take these off for you."

You felt a wave of tenderness as he gently slipped off your shoes, his fingers brushing against your skin. "You're too good to me," you murmured, watching him with soft eyes.

He looked up at you, his expression serious but loving. "You deserve it," he said simply. "I want to take care of you, always."

In a dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, Captain Hayakawa sat on the edge of a plush, luxurious bed in your hotel room, his presence commanding and magnetic. The faint aroma of his cologne lingered in the air, ambery, woody, warm, intoxicating. He took his time rolling the sleeves of his white button down up to his elbows.

With his legs spread wide, a subtle display of dominance, he beckoned you to approach him – gaze locked onto yours like a cat cornering a frightened mouse. He took a lazy pull from a cigarette, curling a finger toward you as if to say 'come here'.

You stood before him, a portrait of feminine allure, your small black party dress clinging to your curves. You knew your eyes mirrored the confusing mix of hesitance and excitement coursing through your veins.

This is really happening.

As you approached him, hips swaying gently from side to side, his eyes drank in every inch of you with evident hunger lingering behind his gaze. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, you realized. You both came here for one reason – one rotten, depraved reason.

His hand was warm as it glided up your leg and over your knee, stopping just as he reached the skirt of your dress. Nudging your shoe with his much larger one, he patted his chest.

Under his command, you lifted your foot from the floor and placed your heel on his chest. His hands, strong and confident, reached out for your ankle.

With a cigarette pinched between his teeth, he brought his face closer to the cold skin of your leg, warm breath causing your face to flush with heat. Slowly, tantalizingly, his lips made contact with your calf. The delicate graze of his lips against your skin left an imprint on your memory that you knew would never fade.

Your husband smiled up at you, sliding the shoe off of your foot. "This is all mine now, yeah?"

You smiled right back. "All yours."

The Captain's movements were calm and calculated, expert fingertips tracing the contours of the buckle on your heels. He made slow work of it, being sure to drag it out as he heightened the anticipation of what was to come.

Your skin was ablaze with the fire of your passion, your guilt.

As he slid the shoe off of your foot, his touch was gentle, yet possessive. His fingers lingered over the skin of your ankle just as the heel slipped off. He pressed another hot kiss to the inside of your shin.

Though your breath appeared to have been caught in your throat, you switched feet, allowing your inhibitions to fall away ever-so-slightly as you put your shoe against the fabric of his white dress shirt. Your heel hooked beneath the V-line he had left unbuttoned by mere coincidence, black leather standing out against his pale skin.

He repeated the same process, placing a gentle smooch to your tingling skin. With each searing kiss, he worked his way upward along your thigh, expertly navigating the fine line between temptation and restraint. The room was filled with a palpable tension, the air heavy with unspoken desires and the intoxicating scent of forbidden pleasure. He continued his ascent, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

He's the fucking devil, you thought.

The connection between the two of you was both electric and dangerous, a dance of seduction that blurred the lines between right and wrong.

No, you had long since crossed that line.

As the second heel slipped off, the air grew denser.

In that moment, he took a pause, his hands gliding smoothly over your thighs, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. The sensation sent a surge of electricity through you, heightening your senses.

"Come sit on my lap," Aki breathed, his words carrying a subtle invitation that held a promise of pleasure, cigarette dangling sinfully from his lip.

Feeling your core boil with arousal at the mere prospect of that alone, you knew better than to keep him waiting. So carefully, gracefully, you followed his instruction. You positioned yourself over his lap, lowering yourself down until his thighs met the back of yours.

He slid his hands over the small of your back, pulling you closer until your hips were flush against his. You gasped, breath caught in your throat, as you looked at him up close.

He was breathtaking. He had sultry, downturned eyes with dark lashes that feathered over his pale skin. His dark hair was disheveled, frizzy, messy from the rain and your fingers. You were drawn to the pink, plush, pillow of his lips – the subtle curve of his cupid's bow.

He was showing a remarkable amount of self-restraint.

For a moment, you doubted yourself, doubted if all of this was real. If you really were in a hotel room right now, sitting on another man's lap while your husband waited at home – some few hours away.

But the puff of smoke he breathed out in your face was anything but a figment of the imagination, pulling a cough from your lungs. You could get high off of him alone – his scent, his taste.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He mused, eyes scanning your flustered face.

Slowly, rather than awaiting an answer from you, he pulled the cigarette out from between his lips, popping it between yours.

You knew it was wrong.

But, still, you couldn't resist the temptation as you wrapped your lips around the stick and breathed in.

And you only coughed once, this time.

With a quiet laugh, he flicked the cigarette onto the floor below the two of you, smushing it into the carpet with the toe of his shoe. He was dangerous – just as drunk as you were, eyes half-lidded and hazy.

"Himeno told me to stay away from you," He smiled softly, slowly, like he was in a daze.

"You never have been good at listening, have you?" You teased. Your legs didn't touch the ground when they were thrown around him like this. He was so much bigger than you. "Why me? Why not someone your own age? Why not... I don't know... Himeno? She'd throw everything away for you."

Cupping a warm hand over your cheek, he pulled your face closer to his, breathing sin unto your lips, eyes burning holes into your soul.

"I don't want Himeno," Slowly, he leaned into you. His lips ghosted over yours, tempting you to breach the gap between the two of you – you submitted to his desires, allowing him to tilt your chin up and press your noses together. "I want you. More than I've ever wanted anything, I think – anyone."

His presence was intoxicating.

"And I've had my fair share," He mused. "You may have a few years on me, but I'm nowhere near as innocent as you think."

You shivered at his touch, which lingered at the base of your back. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," He spoke gently, voice teetering on the edge of a whisper, "But I know actions speak louder than words," His eyes, half-lidded and hazy, dropped down to your lips. "Want me to show you?"

"More than anything," You breathed.

He laughed softly, eyes creasing at the corners. "Think you can handle me?"

Ignoring the warmth that churned in your gut, you flipped the question around on him. "I could ask you the same thing," you teased again.

You were barking a lot for someone who was most definitely not going to bite.

"I know I can. And I will," Was his response. His thumb had begun toying with your lower lip, tugging on the soft pink skin like he was testing his limits. His eyes weren't on you as he spoke – they were trained on the flushed skin of your nose, the parted valley between your plush lips. "And I can tell you exactly how I plan on doing it."

"Tell me, then," you humored him. You found yourself lost in this little game of cat-and-mouse that the two of you were playing, eyes dancing with desire.

He was close. So close, you could almost taste his lips as they hovered over yours.

"I'd lay you down real gently first... start kissing up and down your thighs," He purred. On cue, his thumb began to stroke the soft skin of your thigh. His eyes never left you, stirring up something you had never felt before. "Tease you 'till you're begging for me, dripping for me."

Your mouth was watering just thinking about it. Thinking about the way his lips would feel against your mouth, your neck, your thighs, your...

"Yeah?" You swallowed, suddenly feeling very small now that he was backing you into a corner like that. "Then what?"

"I'd eat you for dessert. Make you cum once for every time you walked away from me," His tone was absolute. You believed every word he was saying. "Wanna put those pretty legs of yours around my neck 'n fuck that attitude right out of you. You want that?"

"Mhm," You pleaded, mind a hazy mess. Your eyes practically had hearts in them.

This was going to be a very bad decision.

He smiled softly, though his words bore a sharp edge. "Not gonna run from me this time, are you?"

You felt your cheeks burn at his provocative inquiry, desperately trying to ignore the warmth that throbbed between your legs – a warmth that was pressing right up against him. Your words came as a quiet murmur into the small gap between your lips and his, "Promise."

And it was as if, for a brief moment, everything fit into place.

The air was charged with the weight of your words. A smile danced across his lips very briefly before he finally closed the gap between the two of you, lips meeting in a sinful dance that was gentle... at first.

His hands explored the low of your back, holding you by the curve of your waist and holding you close to him. He tasted like nicotine and mint, a flavor you wouldn't forget, tongue exploring you like he knew what would have you fiending for him.

The room seemed to fade away as you melted into him. There was no suite, no bed, no clothes between the two of you. In that moment, it was just you, him, and the dim light from the lamp on the dresser behind you.

He nipped playfully at your lower lip, a sensation that made your shudder against him. His touch on your back was warm, tender, possessive. You never wanted him to let you go.

He deepened the kiss ever-so-slightly. You responded in kind by moving your fingers from his shoulders to his neck, to his razor-sharp jaw. Up to his head, to tangle them into his topknot, to pull the hair tie out and let his hair fall down to his shoulders.

The kiss was slow, tantalizing, pulling you apart at the seams until you were begging for more.

He departed from your face to press kisses to your jaw. They were hot, wet, just enough to make you arch into his touch. He took your responsiveness as a sign to continue his onslaught, warm kisses cascading down the valley of your neck, pausing only when your lips parted to release a quiet whimper. His lips formed a light suction, tugging at your sweet spot until you were clawing at his back.

He huffed out a short laugh against your hot skin, "Getting sensitive already?"

You grumbled embarrassedly, keeping your face buried in the warm crook of his neck and breathing in more of that intoxicating scent of his.

Before you knew it, he stood up, hooking your legs around his waist. With a gasp, you threw your arms around his neck. He turned the two of you around. Slowly, he set your body onto the mattress, as if he were scared he would break you.

"Hayakawa," You breathed, allowing him to continue pressing kisses against your skin.

He chuckled, the sound surprisingly deep, "I thought we were past first-name basis."

"Aki," You repeated with the slightest smile.

"Mmh," He hummed, placing his lips over the junction between your neck and your clavicle and sucking on the sensitive skin. He paused – only briefly – to mutter, "Sounds pretty when you say it."

It was getting hard to focus; his words had become hazy, distant. All you could think of was the feeling of his mouth on your neck. The tight seal he had formed over it, touch blistering hot against the bare skin of your thighs.

"Mm... Aki," You sighed blissfully. Quietly, you hiked the hem of your dress a little further up your thighs, granting his curious hands access to a little more of you. In response, he sucked harshly on your neck.

It hurt so good. You arched up into him. "Aki," You whined. "Please."

In an instant, he pulled away, leaving you cold and vulnerable. He stood above you, an image of lust, cheeks dusted with rose, the same color he wore on his parted lips. His hair hung in his face, just barely obstructing his pretty eyes from you.

You wanted him to tie you down and command you, to tell you what you needed to do. You wanted him to dominate you until you didn't have another thought. You wanted all sorts of things that you knew you had no right to want.

"We can change it up, if you want, too," He purred, voice low and daring. "'Sir' works just fine."

"Mhm," You pleaded, mind a hazy mess.

"You like that better?" He smiled softly down at you, words bearing a sharp edge despite his outward appearance. "What do we say when we want something?"

"Yes, please," Your face burned with the heat of your embarrassment. You didn't care. You loved the feeling of giving up control for a moment, letting him take the reins. "...Sir."

The nickname made you flush with embarrassment.

"You know, I hear people call me that all the fucking time," He said, shaking his head. He walked towards the bed, kicking your legs open with his heel. He licked his lips, raking his hungry eyes over your trembling body. "But it never sounded as good as it does now, coming from you."

You were literally going to explode and melt into the carpet.

"Back that ass up on the bed. I want you to get yourself ready for me," He asked. His tone was so soft, so polite, that you almost mistook it as a question rather than a command. "Want you to show me how you wanna be pleased. Can you do that for me?"

You crawled back onto the bed, keeping your head down to shield yourself from his eyes, and gently running your hands up your smooth legs. "Okay," You breathed, words a notch below a whisper. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" He asked, watching you reach beneath your lacy black panties and collect some slick onto your fingers, reaching up to palm your tender breasts with the other hand. On the outside, he was composed, calm, as if he had been looking down at a stack of papers instead of you. You could see right through his disguise, a hungry animal clawing for release behind his pretty blue hues. He looked like he wanted to eat you up.

You knew what he wanted. You didn't keep him waiting.

"Yes, sir," You licked your lips.

For a moment, you relished in the way he melted at your words.

He sat on the edge of the bed to watch you, reaching up to loosen his tie. "So fuckin' perfect," He purred, voice a symphony of sin. "So well-behaved. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to see you like this."

His praise was turning you on like crazy. You shuddered, sliding a finger through your warmth and putting pressure on your aching bud. You rolled your thumb over your clit in a slow, steady, circular motion.

He looked like he had been hypnotized.

He crawled over you, caging you in, pressing a kiss to your neck. Then to your clavicle, then to your sternum, your ribs, your stomach...

"I want you so fucking badly," He murmurred against your skin. "I could devour you."

You whined, "Please."

He lowered himself down a little more, kisses trailing down a little further. Finally, he came back up for air, sealing your fate with an open-mouthed kiss.

His lips fit perfectly against yours, smearing your lipstick down your chin and across your face. It was Heaven. It was Hell. It felt like a daydream. It was raw, primal, borderlining on animalistic, but you would be lying if you claimed you weren't panting against him like a bitch in heat.

He shifted his knee between your thighs. It chafed against your sodden panties, eliciting a quiet whimper. It was so quiet that you had been foolish enough to hope he hadn't heard it.

"Fuck me," he panted. An idiom, of course, but at that point you would have taken him up on his offer. He glanced up at you, eyes dark and pupils dilated.

Without another word or a warning, he went in for your neck again, this time biting the flesh and sucking on it – right where he knew you liked it.

"Tell me to stop," He detached himself from your neck for a moment to groan at the sight of you, desperate for his touch. He was losing himself, you could tell. His breath trembled under the weight of his arousal. "Fuck, tell me to stop right now, or I won't be able to stop myself."

Aki rested his forehead against yours, practically panting against your face. "Tell me you don't want me the way I've been craving you."

You knew you should refuse him. You knew you had to. But for some inexplicable reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. To claim you didn't want any of this would have been lying to yourself. But at the same time, it wouldn't be right to cheat on your husband.

The same husband who had taken you away from your ambitions so early to hide you away behind his white-picket-fence dreams?

"I..." you paused. It was hard to think. The scent of his cologne combined with the feeling of his body pressed right up against yours was driving you up the fucking wall. Your head was getting foggy, and it wasn't long before you felt your resolve crumble. You snaked your hand around his tie, fiddling with it and bringing your eyes to meet his gaze.

"Do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, for better and for worse, until death do you part?"

"I do."

He awaited your response, awestruck blue eyes glazing over with the haze of his own need. He never proceeded without your consent.

"I do," you finally admitted. "I want you."

You had never seen him like this before. He had lost his composure altogether. The man before you — shuddering against your body — was not the same man you thought you had known. He was depraved and sinful and a complete 180 from the Captain Hayakawa you'd been introduced to on the train — a man so calm and composed.

"What are you waiting for, then?" You dared to ask.

A mere two seconds later, he made you eat your words. He nudged your legs apart before smoothly slipping between them. He never once broke eye contact, not until he stopped to hoist your legs over his hip and slide you closer to him. He was right up against you at this angle, and you found yourself instinctively grinding your hips against his, desperately seeking some semblance of friction. It had been years since you were last touched like this.

He leaned back, undoing the rest of his shirt buttons. You held your breath as the fabric slid off of his broad shoulders, pooled at his knees on the bed. His skin revealed years of experience, chiseled physique marred with pink scars. His muscular arms tensed, rippling when he replaced his arms on either side of your head, caging you in.

Your mouth was practically watering at the sight of him. One night. One night wasn't nearly enough for you to do everything you wanted with him.

It seemed it wouldn't be enough for him, either. The moment he had wrangled the tie off of his neck and tossed it onto the sheets, his lips were back on yours.

His hands worked on your dress – one sliding gently beneath your back to tug the zipper down while the other peeled the straps off your shoulders. Once he had the dress pooled around your waist, he sat back, slipping it the rest of the way off of your legs. The sudden chill of the cold air against your now bare breasts, your stomach, your legs, made you shiver.

For a moment, you were staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. In a moment's width, he stepped between your legs and ran his hands up and down your exposed legs. They stopped around your hips. His eyes traced the curves of your body right down to the heat between your thighs.

"You look divine," He hummed, stopping to just stand there and take you all in. He wasted no time in tracing his thumb over the damp fabric at the apex of your heat, "I'm gonna take these off, okay?"

Then he was pulling them down, away from your warmth, down your legs, over your toes – he tossed them behind him. Hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, he asked you, "Ready, baby?"

"Yeah," You giggled. There was another man between your legs, and you were giggling, "Ready as I'll ever– Oh!"

During your attempt to humble yourself, Aki slid his middle finger inside of you. He curled it upward, feeling around you in a way that had you keening for more. In another movement, the finger was gone, leaving you feeling empty and needing more.

You raised your head off of the bed, resting your weight on your elbows while you struggled to get a good look at him.

He brought his finger up to his mouth and then licked it clean. "So sensitive," He hummed in satisfaction, hardly giving you any time to recover before teasing it over your entrance. "Poor thing. Trembling after just one finger. I wonder if you'll even be able to hold up long enough for me to eat you out."

You were embarrassed, oddly enough, and dropped your head down to cover your face with your hands. He couldn't be real. There was no way this was real. It was too good to be true.

"Fuck, " you stammered. It was getting hard to form coherent sentences when he was teasing you so languidly. "It's been a while– hah–"

Aki dipped his finger into your waters, sucking in a sharp breath at the way you gripped him. He was only one knuckle deep. All things considered, his fingers were pretty long.

"I wonder how much you can take, hmm?" He teased, pressing them further into your heat, massaging your walls, fucking you open slowly.

You raised a worried brow at him. "What do you–" Your sentence was broken by a startled gasp as he bent down, ran his flattened tongue across your cunt. "Oh fuck, Aki."

"That's not my name, is'it?" Aki groaned, although the sound was muffled due to the fact that he was buried nose-deep in your pussy. From here, you couldn't see much more than the crown of his head, the black locks that brushed over his face.

He sucked gently on your clit, a sensation that made you arch your back off of the bed. His tongue was long and pointed, and was just the right size to slide sinfully into you like it was meant to be there all along.

"Ah! Sir, please, I–" You pleaded with the man. Your hand found its way to his head, gripping his inky locks like your life depended on it. In a matter of seconds, he had single handedly reduced you to a babbling mess. "Mnnnh-"

He was answered with a gasp and a desperate rut of your hips against his mouth, against the vibrations of his satisfied hums, and did nothing to stop you. Instead, he allowed you to shamelessly ride his face. Your legs clamped shut around his ears. He huffed a satisfied little laugh before prying them apart and continuing to make a ruin of you.

Although he had to pull away for some air – replacing his tongue with two digits – he continued lapping at your clit. He ate you up like he was a starving man, obscene sucking and slurping noises filling the room soon thereafter.

You could hardly breathe, but fuck, you wouldn't mind dying like this: with a pretty Devil Hunter squished between your thighs, your juices smearing all over his face while you forced his tongue deeper inside.

"Fuck," he breathed, and you knew he shared the sentiment. "You're purring like a fuckin' kitten for me."

You pulled his hair, and were shocked to find him arching into it. One more experimental tug, and you knew you hadn't been hallucinating. The sinful little moan he let slip out was by no means a coincidence. You wanted to comment on it, but what came out after he slipped a third finger in and curled it up against your sweet spot was a string of broken moans. "Please!"

"Please what?" He paused his desperate licking to ask. His fingers never stopped, plunging themselves deeper within you and curling up against that spot he knew drove you crazy. He was in perfect tune with the rhythm of your body. Every arch, buck, or stutter of your hips spurred him on. Teasingly, he rubbed your sweet spot with his fingers. "You want more, pretty mama?"

His fingers were so long – so much larger than yours, than your husbands, even, and you felt your eyes rolling into the back of your head before you knew any better.

The coil in your gut was drawing tighter and tighter. He was reaching deep inside of you and undoing you from the inside out like the lace strands of a tightly wound corset. You wanted more. No, fuck, you needed more. But in all honesty, you weren't sure you could take any more. If he got any more creative, you would undoubtedly end this fantasy too early. The brutal pace of his long, slender fingers was making your mind go blissfully blank, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of your mouth a mile a minute as you struggled to hold on.

Aki kissed his way back down to your thighs. In a moment's width, his tongue had joined his fingers once more in making a mess of you.

You gasped. "Fuck, please, 'm gonna cum."

His lips departed from your dripping wet pussy, but only to roughly slide your ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding your previous pleas, he quickened his pace. His hair was beyond disheveled, tangled in your fist while the rest hung, dampened with sweat, around his face. "Beg for me again," He groaned, the sound muffled by your trembling thighs. You were shaking like a leaf in an autumn breeze and he was relishing in it. "Keep begging for me just like that, baby."

"Please..." You gasped. You yanked his hair, and then trapped his head between your thighs. The moans – increasing in pitch – were falling out of your mouth uncontrollably now.

Call me the Phantom of the Opera. He had taken you past the point of no return, to the point where broken pleas of his name were the only thing coming from your lips. "Please, sir–"

Aki moaned against your clit, drunk off of the taste of you.

What would your husband think? What would he think if he knew that his wife was letting herself be devoured by a man in uniform (well, he was out of uniform now.) – begging for his fingers, his mouth.

He gasped at the sensation of your fingers gripping his tresses. Your guts were clenching around his tongue like you wanted more.

The sheer power this man had over you was near absurd. In a span of a few hours, he had gotten you to completely abandon your morals. Not only that, but he had you rocking your hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet sweet release you so desperately craved. But you couldn't. Something in the back of your head – the more sensible voice, undoubtedly – refused to allow you such satisfaction.

When you slapped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head. He reached for the tie at his foot, pulling it taut, then using it to bind your wrists together.

Fuck me.

"Much better," He tutted, glancing at you with such feverish hunger that it made you squirm. "Let me see that pretty face. Tell me who's making you feel good, baby."

You needed to stop this before it was too late. Desperately, you stumbled to find the right words. What came out, whatever, was a broken cry of "You."

"Who's You?" He hummed.

It slipped out. Truly, you had never intended to let it slip. Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of your core, your lips spilled praise of his name, digging your nails into the skin of your palms, "Aki–!"

"That's it. Such a good girl for me." He knew it would only be a matter of time before he got what he wanted from you, so he removed his lips from your clit, allowing his fingers to work you open while he smiled breathlessly – an obscene mix of your juices and his spit glistening as it ran down his chin. "G'nna cum for me?"

"Wait– no," You gasped. "I–"

"What's the matter?" He asked. The drag of each of his knuckles against your hypersensitive walls as he fucked you – albeit much gentler than before, as if easing you down from your high – made you clench around him, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," You panted. Not knowing how else to sugar coat the words – and being, frankly, too exhausted for formalities, you cut to the chase. "I need you to fuck me, Aki."

He froze suddenly, wild eyes peering into yours like he thought you would never ask. "Yeah?" He replied, breathless. "Right now?"

"Please, sir..." You teased him. "You won't keep a needy woman waiting, will you?"

He slid his fingers out of you slowly, savoring the way you clenched around them one last time before pulling out. He sucked the slick of your arousal off of his fingers. God, you would never forget how he looked right now. His face was messy, as was his hair. His eyes, wild with hunger, never broke contact with yours while he lapped up your juices like they were fresh fucking honey.

"Wouldn't dream of it," He shuddered, pushing himself onto his knees and then reaching for the buckle of his pants. You knew where this was going, yet you didn't stop him. "Thought you'd wanna take it slow, is all."

You grinned, sitting up just enough to slide your bound hands over his thighs, over the prominent tent in his black slacks, "How about you think about taking these off."

He huffed out a laugh, but removed his hands, allowing you to fiddle with the buckle of his belt until it came undone, allow you to pause for a moment – peering up at him with nothing but the purest form of adoration – before pulling them down with his boxers.

It was a real talent, being able to do that with your hands tied.

His body was the image of perfection – lean, sharp-cut, with washboard abs. To top it all off, he was big. By far the biggest you'd been with thus far.

I knew he was hiding something, You traced your finger mindlessly over his navel. The man twitched beneath your touch.

When you grazed your knuckles over his erection, he let out a pent-up gasp that turned into a breathy chuckle. "Ah, fuck– hah."

"Do you..." He trailed off, "Do you have protection?"

You thought back to the grocery store, when you had passed the wall of condoms and thought to yourself, There's no way I'll be needing those anytime soon.

And you mentally kicked yourself.

"No," You sighed. "But it's okay, I'm on birth control."

You said nothing more. There was nothing left to be said. Instead, you threw your tied wrists over his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. There was something different about it, this time, as he positioned himself over you – something far more serious. This was really happening.

He pressed a kiss to your neck, to the shell of your ear, "Tap me if it hurts, okay?"

You nodded, bracing for the worst. You could feel him throbbing against your entrance, gathering slick onto the head of his dick like he was trying to prepare himself.

Then, without another warning, the tip pushed in, and you gasped – wrapping your legs around his back on instinct. There was only the slightest amount of restriction before the new angle had him slipping the rest of the way inside.

"Easy, baby," He warned you, not even daring to move. He gave you a moment to adjust to him, even if you know the temptation was chewing him up inside. "Easy."

Once he was fully seated inside of you – leaving you feeling deliciously full, the both of you sighed in tandem, pressing your sweaty foreheads together.

After a moment of recollection, he looked down at you inquisitively, as if to say, 'Can I move?'

You nodded slowly, nerves still on fire with the ache of having him in you – the stretch of it all. But the moment he drew his hips back ever-so-slightly, and then slid back in, you felt it begin to subside. The pain was replaced with a pleasure so warm that it made your legs tremble.

If this is wrong, you thought to yourself, gasping as he repeated the shallow thrust a few more times. Why does it feel so good?

The forbidden fruit in question squeezed his eyes shut on top of you, forehead wrinkled, pretty, swollen lips parted to release the most delicious groan of, "Shittt–"

You could feel him. All of him. You ached at the sensation of him splitting you open so suddenly, pussy clenching down on him for dear life. You could feel the way his length stretched your walls, the tantalizing burn bringing your eyes to a water while you threw your head back.

"Aki," You sighed weakly.

"I'm here," He replied. "I got you."

Then he was slipping in a little deeper, thrusting a little harder, sheathing his dick in the entirety of your warmth. You tried without success to wrangle your hands out of their confines, eventually settling for digging your nails into the skin on his back.

"Fu-uck," He sighed, like he had been waiting his whole life to be buried so deep inside of you. He leaned forward, into the temptation of your soft body, rolling his hips downward. "Feels so fuckin' good, baby."

"Mmmh," You laid your cheek on the bed. You felt your eyes roll back when he slid even deeper into you – You could feel him deep in your guts.

This is bliss, you thought.

Then, suddenly, he leaned back, pulling your hips flush against his abs while he thrust into you. The new angle had you trembling, gasping as you fumbled for his hand (again, in vain, as you were bound). You could do nothing but wrap your arms around him, curl your toes, press kisses onto his shoulders and the back of his neck.

Your mind was blank, legs trembling, chest heaving.

"Yes–" you breathed, gripping onto his thigh for support. With him moving so deep inside of you, it was hard to think about anything else but him. "Fuck, right there."

He rolled his hips into you, the new motion sending stars shooting behind your eyelids. Before you could even make sense of what you were feeling, you arched into his touch.

He laughed – though it was something between a chuckle and a groan – as he pressed a kiss to the crook of your neck. His hand slid up the front of your torso, up over the curve of your breasts and pressed into your throat, holding you still while he fucked into you good and hard.

He pulled back to look at you, to really look at you, deep blue hues raking over your bare skin, over your curves and edges and imperfections.

You wished you could paint him like this, burn the image of him into your head so that, upon your return home, you would never forget about him, about this night.

He looked prettier than sin.

He pushed in again, and you gasped, clawing at his back desperately. Your heart was racing a mile a minute – any moment now, it felt as if it would explode. Your stomach did somersaults, face burning up.

His palms slid over the back of your thighs. He gripped them, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Then he leaned over, pressing into you until your legs were pinned against the sides of your head. His hips drove into you, deeper this time, like his life depended on it – like he would die if he pulled out.

Over, and over, and over again.

"Fuck me!" You cried. Your grip on his shoulders was unwavering, nails biting into his skin and dragging down with every thrust.

He licked his lips with a deep, guttural moan that went right to your core. "So good. Shit– so fuckin' good."

It felt so mind-bogglingly good. You didn't even know how to make sense of it. Your mind was so full of him – as you were, quite literally – that you couldn't think of anyone else.

"Too much, too much," You panted. Still, you did nothing to stop him. It hurt real good, made your back arch off of the bed. "Fuck, 's good–"

And your words seemed to spur him on, pinning your legs down while he pounded you into the bed. You could do nothing but scream for him, cry for him, beg for more with drunken, mindless babbles.

He leaned down, soft hair tickling your face, and licked your lips. You opened up for him immediately, tongue slipping against his.

You weren't only imagining the feeling of him massaging your g-spot, driving his hips deeper and deeper until your voice was hoarse from all of the screaming. It was real.

He pulled away from you to breathe, and he didn't even seem to care that you were scraping his back red. His brows were drawn close together, eyes squeezed shut like it was taking everything he had not to cum.

He gripped you by your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks, and turned your attention back to him.

"F-Fuck, Fuck," You whined, head dropping back onto the pillow.

"Taking me so well," He moaned, pulling away to sit back on his knees, using your legs to drag you closer to him. Though he was speaking to you, his eyes never left the junction between your body and his – the place where he disappeared inside of you over and over and fucking over again.

He sat you upright in his lap, throwing your legs around his waist. From there, he gripped the meat of your ass, thrusting up into you from a new angle.

You practically sobbed for him, gasping and heaving like a wild animal.

"Oh, God, I've done it," You cried out against his lips, "I can't turn back now. You're all I've got left."

"Yes," He answered, pitch teetering on a whine.

"You murdered my happiness– our happiness," You added, breathlessly, of course. "This is the end of everything, isn't it? Murderer."

"You are my happiness," He panted, licking a stripe from your clavicle to your jaw.

"Oh, fuck–" You arched your back, eyes rolling with bliss. "Murderer–" You moaned, "Murderer!"

The knot in your stomach was about to snap. You could feel it.

"Murderer!"

"Yes–" He breathed.

You were gasping for air, gasping into his mouth in between those sinful, messy, open-mouthed kisses. You didn't know what to focus on – it was all too much. Your arms, bound behind his back, prohibited you from holding him close.

"Don't stop–"

"I won't."

Still, the sensation of him having your whole life in his hands...

It was something you never would have entrusted your husband with.

You tangled your fist in his hair to the best of your ability.

"Ah–!" He whimpered – it seemed as if he wouldn't be far behind you in your journey, "Fuck, yes!"

"Don't stop," You cried, gripping his shoulders a little harder and gasping into his mouth. You bounced on his lap, meeting his thrusts to the best of your ability, desperately chasing after the second release you desperately sought. "Mur– Mmh, Aki– fuck– cumming!"

All it took was a few more thrusts, a few more kisses to your sore lips, and you were toppling off the edge.

And you came. Came so hard you saw stars, so hard your vision blacked out for a moment. You could feel your walls spasming and contracting around him like they never wanted to let him go.

You could tell he was close by the way he was breathing – his chest rose and fell rapidly, and his breath trembled as he continued to fuck you through it.

He made the prettiest noises when he was close – the deep, velvety groans had grown into breathy, high-pitched 'ah's and 'hah's. You tried to commit them to memory.

"You feel so fuckin' good inside 'a me," You whined,

His hips stuttered the moment the words left your lips, like you had pushed him that much close to the edge.

"So perfect," He cried, thrusts slowing slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut, licking his lips, and then diving in for another kiss. He panted into your mouth, "Makin' me feel so fuckin' good, shit."

You gripped his warm face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you. Every time your abused clit would drag against his navel, you saw colors.

"Cum for me," You told him. "Sir, Please, Cum for me. I need it."

That was all that it took. Not a second later, he faltered, burying his head in the crook of your neck while his hips stuttered. A long, drawn out whine of your name left his lips, then he did it. It was a burst of warmth inside of you, a searing, white-hot pleasure as he emptied himself inside.

"So perfect," He murmured weakly against your lips, rolling into you – slowly – a few more times before stilling completely.

In the few years you had been with your husband, you had never felt so close to another human being – so close as you were with Aki in that moment.

You kissed him with every bit of strength you had left (which wasn't a lot). He hummed, still sensitive, grabbing you by the jaw to deepen the kiss. They were different from the ones previously shared – held a different emotion, a different meaning.

It was a meaning you weren't sure you wanted to know. It was dangerous.

It was everything. Everything you'd been wanting. Everything you'd needed.

He was everything you needed. So, then, why did it feel so wrong?

I really just did that, you told yourself. The obscene mix of your juices and his leaking out of you was a testament to that.

You had officially, without a fragment of a doubt (no excuses this time), cheated on your husband.

a/n: ARRRGGRGAGAGRGR GRAAHHHH RAHHH RAHGRGAHR GAR... sorry. can yall tell im feral for aki. omg ive never written smut this detailed (i think) so i really tried to step out of my comfort zone (but go read my other shit if u like the way my smut reads teehee). as you can see the description of aki got a little out of hand. in my defense, i was ovulating and it was 3am.... anyway! i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. the "murderer!" part was in the anna karenina movie, and at first i kinda debated whether or not i should leave it in, but eventually i was like man fuck it i think its sexy idc idc. ofc it probably plays out better in a period drama than it does in a chainsaw man fanfic but i digress. talk to me yall! Lmk what yall thought, what yall want to see, and what you think is gonna go down -- say hi, wtv. question of the day: i just thrifted some books today. have yall seen/read the phantom of the opera? if so, would you have picked the phantom or Raoul? For me? The Phantom. in a heartbeat, too, and shamelessly. Take care and drink lots of water. muah x

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Impressive yet Unimpressed.

König and gn!Reader

In which König overhears gossip about him, and the change in his actions affect you, physically and mentally. yALLLLL i'm back >_< here's some unedited shit for the könig girlies (me) - also why do i get this writing motivation late at night :/

Part 2 ;> Word Count: 2.3k

Everyone knew König was infatuated by his partner. By you.

His closest closest friends, included Horangi, were aware of your slightly secret relationship - considering you were all in the same team.

The way he his eyes found you during training, the way he gently held you in his arms when it came to practicing shooting, the way-

You get the point.

Sometimes when your team went out for missions, König found himself committing slight mistakes, such as being distracted by you leading to a close call of a bomb detonation.

"König are you fucking insane? Where's your mind at, man? You're fucking up the team!" One scolded at him in the aircraft post-mission, flying your team to safety.

But König attention remained at you, his eyes focusing on how you managed to still look good regardless of the numerous scars and fresh bruises littering your face. His hand held a (squished) flower that he found, hoping to decorate your hair once landed.

And his feelings were most definitely reciprocated. Your eyes would roam his large frame, muscles tensing as he gripped a fellow teammate in a headlock (me when König? me when.), and you often found yourself unconsciously leaning back into his chest as he held you protectively during practice.

Walking around the base, recruits recognised you, your hair always sporting a different single flower sitting by your right ear.

But not only as his partner, but you also appreciated him as a friend, training you when you first joined, helping you revise for tests, filing paperwork with you.

And although you both found comfort and love from each other during the long weeks of being at base, König often found wanting more from you. He wanted everyone to know he's yours and that you're his. He wanted to take the relationship to the next step, he wanted marriage, he wanted kids, he dreamed of retiring from the military and moving to cute little cottage in the Austrian countryside with you, content that you would both be no longer affiliated with a workplace that screamed violence and limited possibility of survival.

And although the military was all he knew, given he enlisted into the military freshly 17, he knew it wasn't his future, no.

His future was with you.

König found himself walking towards his senior's office, smiling under his mask as his mind frequently hovered over you. Teams for the next missions had been released during the previous meeting, and König wanted to switch to be in the same group as you - so he'd be at peace that your safety in within his arms.

But as his hand gripped at the door handle, his focus switched to the muffled voices from within the office, his ears perking up at his name being thrown into the conversation.

"...he's got soft, sir!"

"We could've died in the last mission, sir, I mean he's an insertion specialist, but the only thing I see him inserting himself into, is his girl, sir!"

König froze. Soft? He's gone soft? He's been described as a fucking battering ram, the fuck do you mean he's gone soft?!

"Like the last training session, this guy spars everyone, and lord does he beat everyone, but the moment he's paired with them, he's fucking rolling on the mat or he surrenders?! How is this fai..."

"...he lives and breathes them sir, it's putting the other soldiers at risk. Does he have to come with us for this mission?"

König zones out. His entire life is the military. In his bare room in the barracks. Not a little cute little cottage in the Austrian countryside?! His home is at the Kortac base, his mind is with his team, and he definitely doesn't live and breathe you.

The muffled voices pause, as if coming to an agreement, and König hears footsteps, quickly hiding behind the door, which opens to reveal the voices.

His teammates.

The teammates he's grown up with.

They thought he was going soft...becoming weak...

König furrowed his eyebrows in humiliation.

A mission without him? That's like asking for death. He'll show you death.

König naturally found himself coming to you, having overheard this mood upsetting gossip about him.

But little ol' you didn't know any better, when he dashed into the common room only to grab a cold beer from the fridge, without a regular smooch to your head, not even a look in your direction, it didn't register how much deeper the crack in your relationship had become...

The day of the mission had come, and although König had told you that went to talk to the higher ups, you couldn't help but be a bit upset considering they hadn't switched you to his group, finding yourself still in your own.

But you didn't mind. You just wanted this mission to be over, so you could find yourself resting in his arms rather than on this random soldier's shoulder.

The aircrafts that held your group and his, raced over the landscape, planting itself by the safe house in the darkness of the Saudi Arabian night.

As the multiple groups landed, soldiers scattering the group as they exit the aircraft, you find yourself making eye contact for the 6'10 colonel.

You send a slight smile his direction, only to be met with a hidden frown behind his mask. You're confused. Usually, his eyes would crinkle with his smile, but your thoughts are interrupted - you're on a mission.

You're huffing, your vision blurry and you find yourself back onto the aircraft? But this isn't your team, as your look around your surrounding, realising you're lying in the middle of the aisle bordered by soldiers. It's König's team.

To your right, you see König...and he's not even looking your way? And to the left is Horangi, his hand rising for a slight wave.

Why aren't you with your team? Where is your team? Where is the air craft going? Why is König not looking at you???

Your eyes shut in pain, and you wince at the slight pain by your abdomen; it's the last thing you feel as you find yourself losing consciousness, failing to see König falling to his knees to aid you as you pass out.

"...bullet grazed abdome..."

Huh?

"...ight concussi..."

Bright light shines in your face.

"...few days..."

This could be the medics, but the way the lights blind your vision, you question whether your well-being is at safe hands or not.

You open your mouth to speak. You can't.

The dryness of your throat restricts you from speaking, but thankfully, one of two medics catches the movement of your lips.

"Soldier, you're okay! Jus' a concussion and stitches on your stomach, cleaned up, not to fret. 6 to 7 days 'til you're free to go, give or take-"

You raise your hand to point towards the freshly scented bouquet of flowers.

"Oh, yeah. Someone brought them...didn't catch the name, solider. Now rest. You need it."

A week of your teammates visiting you goes by, a week of fresh sets of flowers sat by your bed everyday, and although you're happy to be back with them in training, you're dishearten that König didn't find his way to your hospital bed.

Everytime you asked, you received the same response.

"Not sure dude, haven't seen him in a while, stuck in the gym by the looks of it."

You raise your eyebrow. "So...he never visited me?" Voice quivering.

Your teammates shrug.

"Your guy's gone mad in training. Struck his elbow into my neck, and now I want to be on the bed beside you." One said.

"Missed me so badly, you guys have been sending me so many flowers, 'n this place has become a forest!" You laugh, followed by a painful cough, and your friends rush to your side.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just wanna be back with the team. Just wanna be back with König..."

The medic ends the visitation, walking your friends out the room, leaving you to close your eyes once again as sleep evades you. Outside the room, a confused group discuss.

"We never got her flowers?"

"Forget the flowers - why is there a medal there?"

Whilst you were resting away in your bed, König was awarded for his bravery, putting himself forward to rescue his soldier, you. He felt selfish for enjoying this familiar attention, being praised by someone other than you.

He was impressive on the field..

He walked into the hospital room, when he knew you were resting, after begging and almost on the verge of bribing the medic to let him in after visitation hours.

He decorated your room with the freshest flowers, arrays of bouquets of roses and tulips, dahlias and peonies, as if it were a room full of boyfriends waiting for their girlfriends on valentines day.

There you rest, your chest heaving as you snore. König leaves a flower in your hair, by your right ear, before leaving your room.

It's been 10 days since you've been admitted into the medical room, and 0 days of being with König. Awake that is...

Your teammates are right, he's busy in the gym. Men's only gym...what a calculated move, you think.

Though you're still questioning your actions. What did you do for him to be ignoring you?

So here you are, walking into the combat room, numerous pairs sparring, including König. You aimed to talk to him, ask him why he didn't visit you during your admission to the medical room, and why a shiny gold medal rested, engraving his name, rested underneath your sweatshirt.

The medic warned you, "No physical combat yet - a few more days 'til the cut on your abdomen closes."

And you weren't here to spar, God no.

You were here for König - who's currently...on top of a recruit, fists beating against the poor opponents bloody face.

You push pass the crowd, surrounding this brutal fight - you call it a fight although, from a third party, it looks just like a murder.

"König! Stop! What the fuck are you doing?" You shout at him, trying to get his attention. But your voice is overpowered by the hollering and whistling of the surrounding crowd.

"König! Enough!" Still nothing.

"Köni-"

His eyes meet yours. But not a look of adoration, no. A murderous look. A look that could kill. His eyes, a gentle blue, now a bloodshot red. Like a madman. Like a man-hunting lion.

A shiver runs down your spine.

Another voice breaks out into a shout.

"Who's next" He looks to his left.

"- to fight -", He looks to his right.

"the big the almighty, the Austrian King, Kööööniiiiig!" He announces, elongating syllables, as if a commentator for an illegal underground boxing ring.

"Any contestaaants?" His voice annoys you, why isn't anyone helping the poor soldier? And why is König behaving this way? All macho?

Normally, a quick spar with König would consist of a few skilled moved thrown around, before continuing to the next opponent according to the rotation. Not like you would know, he usually just rolls on the mat or he surrenders, too afraid to hurt his precious lover.

You begin to scream, "Stop this figh-"

König eyes rest on yours, and this signals the commentator-wannabe to point directly at you.

"The neeeeext opponent-"

Oh no.

"isssss-"

Why is everyone looking at you?

"Youuuuu!"

Me?

In a matter of seconds, the crowd formed around König and the now unconscious soldier moves to border you and König.

König stands up, his 6' 10 self towering over you, even though he stands 7 metres from you.

He steps towards you slowly, and your eyes fall down to his boots.

His left foot moves, then his right foot.

Left.

Right.

And now he's right in front of you, red eyes cutting into you. He scoffs, looking down at you condescendingly.

"Wait-" Your mouth runs dry again.

He steps forwards once again.

"Wait, König, I can't, I was disch-"

But this doesn't stop him.

He grabs your sweatshirt at the chest, unknowingly clutching onto the tucked away medal, and with a swift move, he places his second hand onto your back, and throws you straight onto your back.

He throws you directly onto your back.

Your thankful that you didn't land onto your front, your stitches would have broken immediately, but at this point, you're not too sure, and you're clutching onto your stomach again, curling into fetal position onto the floor.

Something is definitely broken. You can tell, because when you open your eyes, you see people staring from above you, while you lay on the mat, laying in a blood of a deep red liquid.

Your ears are ringing once again, and you lay motionless on the floor, cursing internally for being so weak.

König smirks at you on the floor.

Weak? Him?

Soft?? HIM??

He chuckles as people begin to pat his back, fist bumping and side hugging the soldiers around him.

He turns to you once again.

"Shows over, liebing, get up now." He breathes heavily.

You don't move.

"Schatz...enough acting..."

Nothing.

He steps towards you, kneeling to reach your level, his eyes catching sight of the pool of blood.

"Meine Liebli-"

His fingers touch your skin and his blood runs cold, whilst yours run down the mat from your broken nose.

"Schatz?"

The crowd dissipates and the medic runs into the middle of the scene.

"I told her no physical exercise! König, why didn't you stop her!" He scolded at König.

"Now help me carry her to the medical room - again!"

König, who didn't dare to speak, looks up, eyes wide open.

"König!"

The medic looks down at him.

An unimpressed look rests on his face.

YALLLLLLLL the angst, call me mcdonalds cos i'm loving it :D Quick notes: The move König pulls at the end is written a little confusingly (MY APOLOGIES LMAO), but it's inspired by the wrestling move -> The Arm Throw. I hope this helps you visualise it better. I've decided to start a tag list! -> lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum

#call of duty #cod #konig angst #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2

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aliamor · 1 year ago

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I just had a cartoon-esque "💡 idea!" moment.

I sleep-walk and sleep-talk, so how would Case react and handle a reader who sleep talks/walks. My sleep talking is either creepily conscious-like or the most bizarre shit ever.

I gottt youuu<3

🛏️ alot of the time when you sleep walk, case is either out streaming or passed out already.

🛏️ one night, he was finishing up streaming and as he makes his way to the bedroom where you allegedly were, he finds you in the hallway just standing there.

“Baby, what you looking at?”

He believes you are awake until he moves to be infront of you and sees your eyes shut closed.

Suddenly you sleep talk with a simple word.

“Kitty” and caseoh black kitty comes walking out of the bedroom, shes been summoned.

🛏️ he will have an alarm that goes off to wake him up if you walk outside into the night. He doesnt want you to get lost or taken.

🛏️ if there is a way of slimming down the chances of you sleep walking around he will have you do it once awhile.

🛏️ when you sleep talk, he finds it amusing until once you said out of the blue

“Dont turn around.” And case froze for five minutes and listened to the room for any noise that wasnt you.

🛏️ he loves listening to you blab when you are awake so he LOVES when you have yap session about the most non functional conversations with yourself.

🛏️yes he replys back to anything you say, if you ask a question into the air he will be sure to answer even if you cant hear him.

🛏️ kitty is like a little guard kitty, she will follow you around when you roam around the house when you sleep walk.

🛏️ once you scared the life out of case, he was streaming and suddenly chat spammed “CASE SOMEONE IS BEHIND YOU!” And he thought chat was just trolling until he got a glimpse of a figure behind him from his camera. At first he didnt move and then slowly turned around to find it was you.

“PHEW! Chat its just my girlfriend, they sleepwalk.”

MWAH,

Yall it feels GOOD to write again, i miss yalllll😘

(This is the face case would make when he notices you behind him. Hes got squint to see you in the back, hes got that bad vision🤼‍♀️)

#caseohxreader #caseoh fanfic #caseoh x reader #sfw

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eexplosivee · 2 months ago

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sleeping time for me :(

night yalllll

especially

@moth-boyyyy

@viktorsgloriousreign

@fiddlepatzap

@sweetieshadow

@menhera-cutie

@siriuslypads

@paperweightfeatherlight02

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@mistymysticcow

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memethebum · 23 days ago

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Happy @soulxmakaweek yalllll

Here’s some devious demon!Soul and priestess!Maka shenanigans for Day 1: Saints :3

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Kid heaved out a sigh he wasn’t even aware he was holding, although his stature had turned rigid once more after noticing a piercing set of blood red eyes turning back to look in his direction.

“Seems we meet again Shinigami,” the demon snarled as he clutched the metallic blue soul within a open palm, probing Kid’s stomach to feel empty at the thought of it belonging to the lifeless young maiden laid beneath the foul creature.

“We will run you out of our village one day or another Soul Eater,” Kid spat out before watching the demon open his mouth to reveal a set of horrid sharp teeth.

It took everything in his power not to shoot the creature at the spot while gazing at his jovial sneer, hoping that his patience would reward him with new information about where exactly Soul Eater had spawned from.

“To be honest I am gettin’ pretty bored of this shitty lil’ village. Leaving without a parting gift would simply sour my mood though, so how about an exchange?” Soul Eater purred while Kid narrowed his eyebrows even further than they’d already been.

“What kind of exchange?” the Shinigami questioned, the statement leaving a sour taste within his mouth.

“I will leave this village for good if your head priestess agrees to become my bride…”

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“This is the third victim this week,” Maka mumbled, although Kid could tell that she was trying to keep her focus on bathing the corpse the Thompsons and him had brought over to the temple after Soul Eater had fled once more.

“We won’t let him have his way Maka,” Kid spoke, hoping that it would appease some of the tension which had built up in the air after they’d told the young woman about the demon’s request.

However, he discerned his words to have a completely opposite effect by the way the priestess’s shoulders slumped in the midst of performing her duties.

“Do you really think we have a choice…” Maka had then whispered before interrupting their conversation to say a quick prayer to his father in order for the lost soul to find it’s way towards peace.

“You do not have to act so tough about this y’know. We’re here to-“

“I am not trying to act tough! I just-“ Maka then shouted over Liz’s accusation before her body crumpled down onto the tiled floor, leaving Liz and Patty to go comfort the young woman while Kid gazed between the bloodied rags used to clean the corpse and Maka’s smooth white dress to steel his resolve.

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He may be a god, but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel the entire wheel of emotions human beings circle through during their lifetime. The most notable reminder for him of this statement was how often than naught he’d spend his nights in the arms of Black*Star, although this particular night seemed to lead his mind past the assassin and towards his friend.

“You’ll just melt your brain into a puddle if you don’t stop yer’ thinking,” Black*Star murmured into Kid’s ear, causing pinpricks to form across the Shinigami’s neck as he picked at the words given to him.

I suppose he is right. What good will ceaseless thinking do for me now? Black*Star is practically Maka’s older brother, so if he believes I should- Kid mentally noted, only to be slammed back into reality by the screech of a signal horn indicating that the village guards had gone into battle with a demon.

He’d zipped out of Black*Star’s bed with an equal amount of grace as a frightened cat before swinging the door open and noticing a line of shoulders sprinting in the direction of the temple.

The Shinigami’s vision then focused upon the sight of Maka standing tall on the few steps leading into the temple with her sword poised in a fighting stance, all while Soul Eater chuckled darkly in front of her.

“I have come to hear the answer to my request priestess,” Soul Eater barked, probing Maka’s harsh demeanor to show the faintest sign of breaking.

“NO MAKA, DO NOT-“

“You swear to keep your word if I become your bride?” Maka spoke over Kid’s shouts while he watched her bare feet descend from the temple steps.

“I plan to keep my word…” Soul Eater chuckled before Maka finally made contact with the packed dirt below them, allowing Kid a terse moment to wonder if he’d imagined the slight tremble of her polished sword as the demon inched closer towards her.

“And don’t ya’ worry, I don’t plan to eat you…” the monster then added before an air of confusion rang through the temple grounds, only to be broken once his fanged hands dug into Maka’s neck.

“After all, there’s only one thing I like better than gluttony and that’d be lust,” Soul Eater boomed, leaving Kid to still his erratic heartbeat before he barked orders at the terrified soldiers and noticed Liz fire Patty towards the abomination that held their friend’s life in the palms of his hands.

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Maka believed it had taken far too long for her to placate Kid and Tsubaki about being alright and needing some space alone, although it all seemed to work out as she used the faint light of a small lantern to navigate her way through the still woods and towards her destination.

Her footsteps were quick and silent, showing how long she’d been hiding in the shadows of the village in anticipation that the villagers would engage within the sins they’d vehemently abhor when feeling her watchful eyes on them during the daytime.

She smiled faintly at the sight of a large cave made of carved limestone, only letting the hood of her cape down once slipping into the familiar cracks and turns of the bedrock before her.

It didn’t take long for Maka to instinctively turn a corner and be met with a pair of jittery crimson eyes, causing her to let out a dry chuckle while she watched Soul spring out of his bed and come bolting in her direction.

She couldn’t resist greeting him with an airy giggle as he pulled her into a embrace, which she happily returned in kind until he slowly backed away and ghosted his fingers over the small indents his claws had left over the thin skin around her neck.

“Does it hurt?” Soul whimpered, earning him another chuckle from Maka before she circled one her fingers against the bandaged skin where Liz’s bullet had grazed his shoulder.

“A little, but your acting was superb! It won’t be long now. We can gather you a few more souls and then leave this village together,” Maka hummed as Soul rested his forehead against hers, allowing the priestess to swiftly capture his lips against her own and bathe in the familiar residuals of human souls against her lips.

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“I say we send a search party and ambush that good-for-nothin’-“

“We have already tried that twice Spirit,” Marie hummed before the small crowd flinched when the man in question slammed a fist onto the small wooden table in the center of the room.

“This is ridiculous! I will not simply watch as my daughter becomes that wretched demon’s play thing!” the redhead practically roared while Kid noticed how similar his eyes seemed to look with Maka’s when she had set her resolve on a certain goal.

“Don’t fret too much old man. I’m sure Maka has some sort of plan to slit the demon’s throat while he’s fast asleep…or at somethin’ similar to that,” Black*Star then retorted before lifting one of his palms to rest on the small of Kid’s back, serving as the push the Shinigami needed to lead the meeting he’d called for.

“Our sources say that the first killing Soul Eater could be traced to was that of a northern village,” Kid exclaimed as he pointed at a chiseled image of a large village on the leather map scrawled across the wooden table.

“Our best bet would be to send Marie and Stein to investigate this village and find out more about his origins,” the reaper then elaborated while looking up and noticing a cloud of smoke billow out of Stein’s mouth as he lazily rested his smoke pipe in an outstretched hand.

“Anything specific we should look out for?” Stein then mumbled, although Kid could hear him clearer than any other sound in the room.

He hated the way his heart always seemed to sink at the thought of using his raw unbinding powers.

“The demon’s true name. I am sure you know that he started off as human. If we find out his true name and lineage, we find a way to use my reaper abilities and blight him to hell…”

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It was getting harder for Maka to put on a begrudged priestess act as the night continued to progress.

The village had decided to hold a festival in her honor before she was to be sacrificed as the demon’s bride, leaving her to sit in front of the large crowd and say her goodbyes to whomever would come up to her with a weary expression.

While she may have been able to come into direct contact with corrupt tradesmen, a single murderer, and a handful of abusive spouses, she grew bored of gathering information about the next crop of souls she and Soul planned to reap.

However, the young woman was able to make the night much more lively for herself by asking for a generous amount of wine from Patty and using the warmth of the drink to sweep Tsubaki into a dance with the brisk music.

The crowd appeared to grow more alive as her dancing continued, leaving Maka out of breath as she slowed enough to guide Tsubaki into Liz’s arms and run off towards the edge of the village.

She’d been too enthralled in a silent prayer asking of Shinigami-sama that Liz and Tsubaki lay their hearts to one other that night to even notice that how she’d inadvertently stepped into a darkened alleyway where Black*Star and Kid appeared to be hiding from the crowd.

The young woman had quickly been able to brush off the awkward experience by giving them both a knowing smirk and running off into the night once more, happy to see that Kid had made a substantial amount of progress in meeting her brother’s advances.

The sight of large oak trees and ample shrubbery caused the young woman to let out a string of giggles once she felt the familiar twinge of a red soul dance along with her laughter.

Long tanned arms buried her into an embrace soon after, leaving her to kiss the crook of Soul’s neck in greeting as he hummed into her flaxen strands of hair.

“Hmmm someone has been indulging in the wine I gave him,” Maka giggled after noticing the faint scent of alcohol wafting around her each time Soul released a breath.

“Mmm, thought it’d make me feel as if I was part of the weddin’ festivities too,” Soul replied, causing Maka’s spirits to slightly wane at the thought of her betrothed grappling with how his humanity had been snipped away from him.

“Well, I know of another way we could do that,” the priestess purred as she raised the ends of her silken emerald dress in a curtsey, leaving Soul to raise an eyebrow at her before his body molded into a low bow.

Their movements were swift and fluid, allowing Maka to bask in the thought of how inseparable they’d become during the two years of their secret partnership.

It only seemed natural for them to venture off in hopes of stealing back Soul’s humanity now that their souls were so intertwined.

“We can’t dally for too long, otherwise there won’t be any souls for us to-“

“Let’s just forget about that for tonight…” Soul suggested over Maka’s assessment, causing the young woman to roll her eyes before displaying a wide grin once Soul twirled her a few feet off the ground.

“Very well. I suppose I should listen to my fiancé when he asks so kindly for a favor…”

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It seemed as if the entirety of Death Village had shown up to watch her become their sacrificial lamb.

She and Soul had planned for him to appear before Kid one final time a few days beforehand, although this time it was only to inform the shinigami that Soul Eater would be waiting by a small clearing in the woods at sunset for his bride.

The young woman had been whisked away at noon to take a long bath that left her nostrils burned with the smell of honeysuckle, usher in Tsugumi as the new head priestess, and fit herself into a black billowy dress and thin veil that draped across her face.

She couldn’t help but notice how the procession leading towards the clearing seemed to be akin to that of a funeral, causing her to gaze at the sullen faces of her papa and friends and wonder if they would make the same faces if they knew the truth of this “bargain”.

Her mind was set at ease once catching a glimpse of ivory hair in the distance, signaling for the village dwellers to stand a few feet back as Maka slowly walked towards Soul.

It took everything in her power not to mirror the shark-toothed grin the demon had plastered over his face.

Instead, she tried to play the part of a dutiful priestess by turning her face away when Soul reached out and tucked a few strands of her hair behind one of her ears.

The shout she let out once he hoisted her into a bridal-style hold had been completely genuine, forcing the young woman to busy her hands with smoothing out the inky fabric of her dress instead of shouting at Soul to warn her about the action beforehand.

“I shall be takin’ my leave now. Thank you for the gift,” Soul jeered before Maka hung her head to sweeten their performance.

“MAKA! PLEASE BE BRAVE!” one of the bystanders called out while Soul turned his back to the crowd, allowing her to pinpoint the voice as belonging to Kid.

“I plan to be…” Maka shouted back before Soul let out a snort at the statement and started to walk further into the woods.

The pair continued their journey in relative silence for a moment, with the young woman allowing her body to relax against Soul’s once discerning that they were a considerable distance away from the crowd.

“You can put me down now Soul,” Maka mumbled, only to feel the demon’s chest vibrate against her frame.

“What if I don’t wanna…” Soul whined before Maka slapped one of her hands against his stubbled jaw.

“You don’t wish to see your wife’s face?” Maka replied with a clear lilt to her voice, leaving Soul to let out a giggle and help her get back onto her feet.

The demon then grazed his claws against the sheer fabric of the veil shrouding Maka’s face before gliding it upwards in order for their eyes to meet.

“Hi…,” Soul hummed while he cupped his hands against Maka’s cheeks, eliciting the priestess to let out her own giggle and rest her forehead against his.

“You’re completely sure about this?” Soul questioned just as Maka’s hand was about to fly downwards and grasp his own.

“Hm?” she added before gazing up and being met with verdant eyes bearing the overwhelming sense of uncertainty she had grown to associate with Soul when he’d first shown up on the outskirts of the village.

“You’d be leavin’ everyone you know behind. What about your family, your friends?” the demon mumbled, probing Maka’s fingers to graze between his before she flitted her eyes shut and observed the familiar hum of his soul.

It might’ve seemed completely red to the naked eye, but the small speckles of blue splattered about had been ingrained into her mind deeper than any of the prayers she’d learned as head priestess.

“Of course. And besides, I have hope that I will meet with them again once we find a way to turn you back human,” Maka added before watching Soul absorb her shining resolve as she started the hymn performed for marriages.

“Do you, Soul Eater Evans, lay your body and soul to me alone…” Maka announced as she felt his palms press up against her own.

“I do,” the demon replied.

“And I, Maka Albarn, lay my body and soul to thee alone. As priestess of the temple of Shinigami, I bless our matrimony and pray it will last now and for eternity,” the priestess added while morphing her lips into a small smile once noticing the slight gleam over Soul’s eyes as she recited one final prayer and joined them together into a kiss.

She sighed against her husband’s chest, with the feeling of his feathery lips against her own burning this moment into the young woman’s mind and allowing her to drown in the realization of how she’d finally been freed from the shackles the temple had on her.

“Hmmm, I suppose you must be starving,” Maka tittered after planting her heels back onto the ground once pulling away from Soul, earning her a swift nod from the demon.

She slid a hand into her wedding dress and retrieved the small leather sack she had tucked within her corset.

Her hands then gingerly untied the bindings of the pouch to reveal the bright cerulean souls she’d reaped the night before for her beloved.

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The air around the village appeared to be tight and constricting to almost everyone, probing Kid to breathe in through his nostrils at the thought of how their situation had caused even his immortal body to feel sickened.

“Stein and Marie should have arrived by now,” Kid stated as he paced the smooth marble flooring of the temple while Liz and Patty peered out the window to see if Black*Star had emerged out the woods after ambling into them in a crazed frenzy, with only Tsubaki and a small group of soldiers following after him.

“It hasn’t even been a week yet has it? I say we wait another day and then-“

“Do you think Maka will be fine for another day?” Patty cut through her sister’s suggestion, essentially rendering the air in the room to grow even more stiff if that were even possible.

The trio sat in relative silence while hastily churning through attack plans when the large double doors of the temple pushed open to reveal Stein and Marie with Black*Star and Tsubaki trailing behind them closely.

“Were you able to find it?” Kid questioned before Black*Star gently grabbed his wrist and began to lead the group down the broad temple steps.

“Black*Star was able to find Maka and Soul Eater near a cave in the middle of the woods. I’ll explain on the way there,” Marie stated, eliciting Kid to nod his head and deftly catch Liz and Patty once he noticed the faint light indicating they had transformed behind him.

The group ambled through the silent village and into the dark pits of the woods.

“We were able to get in touch with a bounty hunter in the village where Soul Eater first struck. There was an interesting lead in the village to the north…” Marie elaborated as they neared the cave.

“And the lead was?” Tsubaki questioned before Kid raised an eyebrow at the way Marie’s face contorted into a grimace.

“A witch named Medusa had abducted Selwyn Evans, son of the noble Evans family on the night of his 18th birthday after he had run off into the woods. The public was told he had been maimed in the forest by a wild animal, but the guards had clearly seen the witch whisk him away. A village girl claimed to have also seen a young man matching his exact description in the woods the morning after, only with red eyes and white hair,” Stein finished while grasping Marie’s handle as they skidded to a stop just before reaching the cave.

“So that would mean-“ Kid started, only to bite his tongue once noticing Maka sprawled on the demon’s lap with a human soul plucked between her fingers.

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“You don’t think eatin’ this many is too greedy?” Soul chuckled, probing Maka to stretch her body ontop his legs and breathe in the fresh air of the spring night.

“I suppose it is, but why not indulge yourself on your wedding night?” Maka giggled before plucking a soul out of the sack and motioning for Soul to open his mouth.

The priestess felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her at the way her husband effortlessly gulped down the blue morsel, wondering if the soul could feel any sense of anguish from being devoured.

She supposed it would be nice to indulge herself in the thought, since it would serve as yet another fruit of labor from her continuous reaping with Soul.

Her fingers had barely reached downwards to close the sack when she felt an uneasiness blossom in her stomach, forcing her eyes to zip towards the side and notice Kid and the Thompsons emerge from the foliage.

“Shit. I didn’t think they would come so quick-“

“I call upon my late father and the shinigami before him to give me strength in expelling the evil before us…” Kid shouted, causing Maka’s heart to sink towards the ground as she dreadfully recognized the phrase the death god had uttered.

“Selwyn Evans, son of Aneirin and Cecilia Evans, may the depths of hell emerge and lay claim to what is theirs…” Kid continued before Maka gasped at the thick black tendrils which hissed out the ground and wrapped themselves around Soul’s hands and feet.

“KID, KID PLEASE STOP!” Maka shouted while her arms grasped at the vines, trying to ignore her friend’s boisterous words and Soul’s pleas for her to leave him behind.

“Don’t stop Kiddo, the demon might’ve put her under some sort of spell!” Liz shouted as Kid’s chanting waned in confusion.

The shinigami’s newfound confidence seemed to usher in an eerie wave of calm in Maka’s mind as she gazed into her husband’s eyes and grimaced at how small and frightened his pupils appeared to be.

“Soul…transform,” Maka mumbled before being washed in a blinding blue light and noticing the soothing warmth of the demon’s handle against her small palms.

However, the next barrage of movements and sensations all seemed to be blurred together.

The burning sensation in her muscles as she and Soul used their combined resonance to break free from the tendrils.

The sensation of her lungs taking in choking breaths while she lunged towards Kid.

The sensation of warm blood running down her elbows as she stared at her friend’s sunken expression and gaping hole in the middle of his mangled jawline.

“I-I’m sorry Kid…” Maka murmured, not daring to look at the other’s faces as she ran off into the night with Soul clutched against her chest, wondering if killing a god would reap even more sins in the eyes of the Shinigami than the lives of the blue souls she had snatched away in their hasty escape.

#I uhhh wrote too many fantasy aus for soma week tbh #knowing full well they’re probably not gonna do as good as my canon fics/modern aus #ah well screw it we make maka and soul go through every fantasy situation out there ig LMAO #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #deathstar #tsuliz #steinmarie #spirit albarn #patty thompson #soul eater fic #ao3 fic #meme attempts to write

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cocosplaydate · 11 months ago

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Sick day

- little!matt x cg!nick x cg!chris

Chris and nick were sat on the couch, they were planning for the next vid, when Matt walked into the living room, his blanket pulled over his shoulders.

He walked towards his brothers , standing i front if the two men, both brothers looked up to see a disheveled looking Matt who’s hair was messy, under eyes was dark and the tip of his nose was red. He looked rough to say the least.

“Dada I sick” he whined sniffling. “Aww buddy” Nick hummed sympathetically. “You want a hug?” Chris suggest, Matt nodded and clambered into his lap, Chris immediately wrapping his arms around the boy in his lap. “Daddy I don’t like being sick” he complained, “I know buddy it sucks don’t it?” Chris answered.

After a while of cuddles, matts tummy began to rumble. “You hungry bud?” Nick asked looking up from his phone, Matt shook his head but the noise of his stomach betrayed him. “I know your sick bud, but you still have to eat” nick explained “but me gonna frow it up” he whined. “I know bud but your not gonna get better if you don’t eat” Chris placed his hand on matts head to feel his temperature.

“Bud you’re burning up” he whispered “but you can’t have medicine without food first” he sighed trying to figure out how to get Matt to eat.

“How about if you promise to eat, your allowed to eat on the couch and watch tv?” Nick suggested and the brunette boy looked up at him, he flashed a limp smile.

“Okay deal” nick sighed, happy that he got the boy to finally eat.

He cooked some sausages, some toast and just in case everything else failed, he put some peanut butter on a rice cake, just something that he could hopefully keep down if nothing else.

“Here you go bud, what do you wanna watch?” Nick asked, placing the different food items on the table in front of Matt did him to pick up whatever he wants. He ended up with a few pieces of sausage and a rice cake on his plate.

“Ummm bluey?” He asked and nick and Chris shared a confused look, Matt and never suggested it before. But they knew it would make him happy so they put it on anyway.

After a few episodes of the show and two small plates of food, matts hunger was satisfied, he was entertained and his two brothers know their little was gonna fall asleep as they watched him slowly drift off.

Whilst Matt was asleep, the two men cleaned the kitchen, ate their own food and planned a bit more. By the time they were done it was getting late and matt had only woken up once for a drink before going back to sleep.

The men decided to sleep downstairs on the couch with him for the night, so that they didn’t have to wake him up to move him and also could check up on him in the night.

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Sorry if it’s bad I’m writing n my phone!!

- coco loves yalllll 💝🩹

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #agere blog #sturniolo x reader #tara yummy #jake and johnnie

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studpanther1031 · 5 months ago

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Let Me Down pt. 1

This fan fic is inspired by song “Let Me Down” by Kehlani, so bare w me yalllll and there is no summary guys js read it plsss 😭🙏

Tag list: @chivgf

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The Wakandan sunrise bathed the royal palace in hues of gold and amber, but Shuri couldn’t bring herself to admire its beauty. She leaned against her lab table, staring blankly at the holographic screen before her. The message Riri had sent the night before still lingered in her mind: “I’m heading back to MIT. I think we need some space.” The words cut deeper than any weapon ever could. Shuri replayed their last few months together—Riri’s easy laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she solved a problem, the way she always managed to anchor Shuri when the weight of the crown felt unbearable. But lately, that anchor had slipped. Their late-night conversations had grown shorter, their stolen moments fewer and farther between.

Riri sat cross-legged on her bed at MIT, headphones on but music paused, her thoughts louder than any beat. She stared at the sleek bracelet on her wrist, a Wakandan design Shuri had crafted just for her. It glimmered faintly, a reminder of everything they’d shared. “You’re gonna break my heart, aren’t you?” Riri whispered to herself, fingers tracing the edges of the bracelet. It wasn’t that Shuri didn’t care—she cared too much, maybe. But that intensity, that drive to save the world, left little room for anything else. And Riri, no matter how brilliant or tough she was, had started to feel like she was standing in the shadow of a queen who didn’t even realize she was casting one.

Days turned into weeks without a word. Shuri buried herself in her work, though her heart wasn’t in it. Her lab, once a sanctuary, felt hollow without Riri’s curious questions and playful banter. Finally, it was Okoye who forced her hand. “You are not yourself,” she told Shuri one evening, standing firm as the younger woman tried to deflect. “If this girl means so much to you, why are you sitting here sulking instead of going to her?” Shuri hesitated but knew Okoye was right. That night, she boarded a jet to Boston, determination burning in her chest.

When Riri opened her dorm room door, she froze. Shuri stood there, drenched from the rain, her normally composed expression raw with emotion. “You could’ve told me,” Shuri said, her voice soft but steady. “You could’ve told me you felt like this.” Riri crossed her arms, though her resolve was already cracking. “And what would you have done, Shuri? Built me a vibranium bandaid for my feelings?” Her voice wavered, and Shuri winced at the bitterness. “I would’ve listened,” Shuri replied. “I would’ve tried.” Her words hung heavy in the air. Finally, Riri stepped aside, letting her in.

The hours that followed were filled with tears and honesty. They sat on Riri’s tiny couch, knees brushing as they talked. Riri confessed the doubts that had festered in her heart—the fear that she’d never be enough for someone as extraordinary as Shuri. Shuri, in turn, shared the weight of her own insecurities, the crushing guilt she felt for letting Riri slip away. “You’re not an afterthought,” Shuri said, her voice breaking. “You’re the only thing that makes all of this—me—bearable.” Slowly, hesitantly, Riri reached for her hand. When their fingers intertwined, it felt like something finally clicked back into place.

It wasn’t long before their words gave way to silence, the kind that spoke volumes. Riri leaned in first, her lips brushing Shuri’s in a kiss that was soft, tentative, and yet laced with the fire that had always burned between them. Shuri’s hand cupped Riri’s cheek, her touch reverent, like she was holding something sacred. They stayed like that, locked in a moment that felt timeless, as if the rest of the world had fallen away.

As the rain outside turned into a gentle drizzle, they moved to Riri’s bed, finding comfort in each other’s arms. Shuri whispered against Riri’s lips, “I’ll never let you down again.” Her words were a promise, a vow sealed by the way she held Riri like she was the most precious thing in the world.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over their tangled forms. Riri traced lazy circles along Shuri’s bare shoulder, her touch tender. “So,” she murmured, a soft smile tugging at her lips, “what happens now?” Shuri rolled onto her side, brushing a stray curl away from Riri’s face. “We figure it out,” she said simply. “Together.” And for the first time in weeks, Riri felt like she could breathe again.

The road ahead wouldn’t be easy—there would be more battles to fight, more challenges to face. But as they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew one thing for certain: whatever came next, they would face it together. Because love, imperfect and complicated as it was, was worth fighting for.

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I will be posting part two tmr depending on how well this goes but yeah 😭 bye guyysssss.

#shuri x reader #shuri x riri #sapphic #lgbtq #black panther #shuri udaku #viralpost #Spotify

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angelsunoo · 2 years ago

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Can we get riki x reader argument with happy ending pls we love angst guys 😍

HI ANONNNNNN im currently on a break (or we could say inactive lolol) rn, but i could push this in!!!! I love angst too btw MY BIAS YALLLLL

+ school just started again sooo ive been really busy

ARGUMENT / n.rk.

PAIRINGS bf!riki x reader

GENRE requested, angst, fluff YUHHH

ABOUT you had an argument with your boyfriend.

WARNING swearing, argument. Reader is a bit possessive. All of these are a work of fiction. Ignore the cringe ass usernames in Twitter 😰

It was 7:30 pm. You were up scrolling thru twitter, frowning at every post that bitch made. Why the hell is she acting like Riki is her boyfriend?

You had a scowl on your face. 'Why are u so cute'.

They went on an arcade together. You audibly scoff. He declined your offer to go out with him just to be with that?

Honestly. That's ridiculous. Maybe I should unfollow her. She doesn't deserve my follow.

While you were thinking about ways to murder her, you were unaware that someone just arrived home.

"Hey, Y/N. " you jolt, nearly throwing your phone in the air.

"What the fuck.. " you curse out, placing your hand on your heaving chest. "Don't you know how to knock?" Your eyes widen. You didn't expect to sound so harsh.

"Oh, sorry if I surprised you." He rubs the nape of his neck. Your frown deepens. That's all he has to say? Ugh.

"You went to the arcade with Lei?" You crossed your arms, still with frown displaying your face.

He doesn't answer for a while, he was pulling out the tickets he earned from playing. He got a cute plushie too.

"Uh . Yeah." He casually says, still not giving you eye contact.

"Riki, look at me."

He looks at you with a confused look. "Why do you sound mad? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yeah. You did." You roll your eyes. Wow, does he really not see what's going on?

"What did I do?" He approaches you. He places his hands on your arms. In attempt to soothe you.

You backed away, causing him to let go of you, while your arms remained crossed. "You chose her over me."

"What do you mean?" He asks, with confusion. "Are you jealous I went out with her?" He shoots you a playfull grin, that was quickly removed by your hard glare.

"I'm not joking, riki." You cross your arms. Can't he read the room. You were genuinely upset, and it made you more upset that he failed to notice it. He doesn't respond, and stashed his tickets in a drawer.

"Hello???" You call out, peeking over to what he's doing. "Stop ignoring me asshole."

"What? I'm the asshole?" He glared back at you. Your eyes widen.

"Oh! So you're the one who's mad now." Your tone was a bit higher and harsh. He turns to you, mimicking your actions from earlier, crossing his arms.

"Literally, give me a break Y/N." He says, "She's just a friend. Why do you worry so much?"

"Excuse me? I'm no way near 'worried'." You retort, making air quotation marks with your fingers. "I'm just upset you declined my offer to go out!"

"Oh, then fucking swallow your pride and accept the fact I said no to you! You can't stand it it when someone refuses you, can you? You're being all bitchy to me this late at night." He raises his voice, his tone now also becoming harsher. "She's just a friend. Please don't make me say it again.." He walks away angrily. Leaving you in shock. You didn't mean it that way.

You're just....

"Riki! Come back here!" You shout. He doesn't reply and slams the door behind him. You feel water start to form around your eyes. You never seen him this furious to you.

Now you worry how you're going to sleep at night without his warmth radiating beside you on your bed.

You could barely sleep at night. Why?

Well...

1. You couldn't sleep without him

2. You feel guilty for being a total bitch last night.

3. You are worried of where he might have gone. Did he go to his friend's place? Where did he sleep?

4. Your worried on how your going to talk to him the next day.

This is bad.

Maybe I should text him?

You open your phone, a bit hesitant to text him. You were really ashamed of what you did last night.

Maybe I should just talk to him in school.

You arrived in school, nervously tapping your foot on the smooth marble floor.

Your eyes searched for him.

"Oh riki..." you whisper, your tone being impatient.

After a few minutes of waiting, you finally spotted him, walking with his older friend, Jungwon.

You suddenly feel shy to approach him, the image of his angry face still stuck in your mind made you feel so guilty and ashamed.

You realized your mistake. You shouldn't have been too dramatic yesterday. Riki can hangout with anyone he likes.

But to admit, his words kind of hit you too.

You gave up the idea of talking to him. You feel to ashamed to face him.

Riki on the other hand, is dying to see you again. He misses your embrace and your kisses.

He felt really bad for what he said and he wanted to apologize. He saw you earlier, you looked somewhat nervous? He was going to approach you but you just suddenly left. He thought you didn't want to see his face.

"Yo Riki!" He turns to see who called him, it was jake.

"Oh hey hyung." He said. Jake raises his brow, a bit confused with riki's unusual attitude.

"Hey, what happened?" Jake asked, caressing riki's back slowly.

"I.. I had a fight with Y/N. I said really mean things to her and now I don't think she wants to talk to me," riki says so nonchalantly, but in actuality, he wanted to scream and cry right on the spot.

"Well, you should talk to her," jake says, and riki rolls his eyes.

"Are you serious? I literally told you she didn't wanna talk to me."

"Nuh-uh! You said 'I think'. So means you're not sure if she wants to talk to you or not."

"It's just that... It could've gone a different way. Maybe If i didn't scream at her then maybe she wouldn't be mad at me?" He says unsurely, not knowing what to do. He misses you so much and just wished he was hugging you right now.

It was lunchtime, you said to your friend that you can eat alone. You placed your food tray with a heavy heart.

Sigh.

"Gosh, this day can't get any worse." You mumble, feeling no apetite to eat your food.

While you were busy playing with your food, you didn't know that someone sat infront of you.

"Hey, y/n. " you removed your gaze from your food to look who just sat infront you.

"O-oh! Riki..what you doing here?" You say trying to act casual, but he was able to see right through you.

"Why? Can't I sit with my girlfriend?" He playfully smirks at you, once he saw your red and flustered face.

God, y/n. Why are blushing at that?

"You've been playing with your food," he points out, "why don't I feed you, hm?"

You knew by his tone that he was teasing, and decided to play along.

Finally, he's yours again— I mean-! He has always been.

The end

#enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #enhypen fluff #riki nishimura x reader #niki imagines #nishimura riki #i love angst too 😔

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risetherivermoon · 1 year ago

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That's the routine that Henry follows every morning, that makes him happy and ready to take on a new day! Even when small things go wrong, like one or both of the twins getting sick (usually both since the two constantly share Sparrow’s bottom bunk of their bed instead of splitting off at night.) or Glenn sending Henry a panicked text because something goes wrong with the Close family morning, Henry has learned after being around a mostly sober Glenn for a while that he has some anxiety issues. Or Darryl needs help getting Grant to school because of work. Things are okay though! Because Henry is able to take these things on, even when it feels tough in the moment, he has amazing people in his life at his side that love and care about him and he loves them fully in return.

But, somedays, things just won't stop going wrong.

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hey yalllll its henry oaks birthday so have a hurt/comfort birthday oneshot! yipeeee,

with darryl/glenn/henry (as well as hencedes too)

henry makes me go insane btw..just wanted yall to know, i might actually draw something for today too cuz i have an idea, tho i might not get it out today so it may be later on that i post it..but we'll have to see

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factcheckingmclennon · 11 months ago

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yalllll how does this blog already have over 100 followers 💀 thank you guys!! 🫶💖 I hope I don't disappoint! never be afraid to correct me on shit, I love it as long as you're nice lmao. I got quite a few requests last night so I'll be working on those later! one is that cynthia quote ("john never looked at anyone the way he looked at paul") which I already started digging at this morning and am running into the most annoying roadblock with on twitter so if anyone has any leads on hand on Where that originated lmk!

#like it's for sure fake I'm just trying to track down the og source #and there's a Ghost of a tweet with it that seems to be the oldest #but the tweet mustve been deleted #next step after work I think is seeing if anyone archived that twitter account #type: not factchecking

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notiddygothgf · 9 months ago

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9. Bathroom

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ You're sick and perverted, Captain. ❞ ❝ Call me that again. ❞

★ c.w.: smut. (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HEY YALLLLL!! OK SO. i apologize if this seems like not a lot. This was originally one 12,000 word chapter, but I split it up for pacing purposes! I know this is a very fast paced story, teehee. ANYWAY!!! i know what yall are here for. You know what I'm here for, tho... keep commenting, and I'll keep the chapters coming! this is so un-beta'd. LMFAOAO

★ w.c: .5k

shameless ; chapter index

YOU WOUND UP STAYING THE NIGHT, as per Aki's request. Despite being up late, the two of you rose at six the next morning—early enough that you had just enough time to eat and put your uniform back on while Aki prepared breakfast for the two of you. He had placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head when you took a seat at his kitchen table, murmuring a quiet good morning into your hair.

You didn't want to leave the little bubble you'd been in with him, of course, but duty called.

The1 two of you arrived at the Tokyo Headquarters building separately—like you hadn't spent the night snuggled up to his chest, sleeping with his arms wrapped around you and your legs intertwined with his.

Like he hadn't circled the block a few times after dropping you off so that it wouldn't seem so suspicious.

Sitting in the second-to-last row, you fiddled with your fingers, the nervous habit giving you something to anchor yourself to. The images on the screen—a series of gruesome diagrams and photos of devil carcasses—blurred together as your attention faltered. The last thing you wanted was to be there, stuck listening to another tiresome report.

The official's voice was a monotonous blur, droning on about new devils, potential connections, and endless casualties.

You tried to focus, really, but the words slipped through your grasp, your mind wandering back to the warmth of Aki's embrace, the feel of his chest rising and falling beneath your cheek. It was hard to believe that just hours ago, you had been tangled up with him, cocooned in a world of your own.

You glanced around the room, and your eyes landed on the back, where Aki stood, tall and composed next to the door, his hands folded behind him.

Your breath caught in your throat when your gazes locked.

His eyes were intense, dark with an edge of something you recognized all too well. You couldn't tear your eyes away, your heart pounding as a current of tension sizzled between you.

Aki's lips quirked slightly, and his hand lifted ever so subtly. He made a small, almost imperceptible "come here" gesture with his finger—an invitation for you to join him.

You swallowed hard, shook your head, and mouthed a firm "no," but even as you did, your resolve was already slipping, and a coy smile was playing at your lips.

He responded by biting his lower lip, a familiar look of playful defiance in his eyes as he tilted his head toward the door.

He had no fucking shame.

You turned back to the front, fighting the urge to roll your eyes, and tried to refocus on the meeting. But it was useless. Your thoughts were a tangled mess, and all you could think about was the temptation pulling you toward him – about following him into the hallway and letting him pin you against the wall, working your fingers into his hair and undoing the topknot you had grown to adore.

You tried to push it down, to convince yourself that staying was the right thing to do. But the thought of slipping away, of being alone with Aki again, was too tempting to ignore.

But, fuck... Hardass Hayakawa, walking out of a meeting to ravage you... Another glance over your shoulder, and your heart fluttered—Aki was gone.

There was an empty space by the door where he had been standing a moment earlier.

Should you do it? Should you really sneak out in the middle of an important briefing? Seconds ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last.

Then, almost without thinking, you stood up, your decision made. With a quick, quiet apology to the people you shuffled past, you made your way out of the room, your pulse racing with a mix of nerves and excitement.

I'm no better than him.

Aki gripped the meat of your ass in his hands, throwing your legs around his waist while your tongues wrestled for dominance. You tossed your arms around his shoulders, head reeling from how effortlessly he had picked you up. He walked the two of you backwards until your back slammed against the bathroom door.

The gasp that escaped your lips at sudden movement was swallowed up by his kisses. He teetered slightly before throwing your legs over his hips, then he continued to ravage you against that surface, too, tongue slipping in between your lips and exploring your mouth. You trembled against him, trying your best to keep up with him.

"Missed you," he hummed against your lips.

"We were apart for, like, five minutes," You giggled. "You haven't had enough of me yet?"

"Never enough," He retorted. "Five minutes felt like five years."

You didn't even care that you were letting him have you right there in the Public Safety family bathroom. In that moment, all that mattered was his lips against yours, his hands on you, his attention.

You snaked your hands up the back of his neck and into his ponytail, twisting some of the dark strands between your fingertips. "You're sick," You gasped, relishing in the way his kisses felt up and down your neck. "Sick and perverted, Captain."

"Mmm..." He mumbled, "Call me that again. Turns me on like fuckin' crazy."

"What?" You grinned – delirious and love-drunk, "Captain?"

He groaned in response. His grip on your neck tightened in response as he tilted your head to get a better angle into your mouth.

He was so dirty – so fucking dirty and depraved, but, fuck...

So were you, apparently.

His fingertips applied pressure on all of the right areas, pushing down on your blood supply while still – just barely – giving you room to breathe. You wrapped your legs around the man, bringing him closer until his chest was pressed flush up against yours. The violent clash of teeth and tongue that came from the desperate lips exploring yours made your head spin with pleasure. That and his unrelenting grip on your neck.

Just as your eyes began to roll back you felt your lashes fluttering. Aki took his hand back without any further warning, and you gasped at the sudden rush of air that entered your lungs.

"You're insatiable," You panted. Between kisses, you managed to get out, "What would your subordinates think– hmm?If– If they knew you were–"

"Shut up and kiss me before the meeting ends and someone finds us," He cut you off, licking his lips.

His hands found their way down to your thighs, grasping the buckle of your belt and popping it open. His breath was warm against your neck.

You made a surprised noise. "You sure you just want a kiss?"

"I want whatever you'll let me have – I could eat you up, be eaten up by you," He replied. "Or, if you want, I could always go for another round."

Under any other circumstance, you would have gotten flustered on him. But then you remembered where you were and what you were doing – cheating on your husband with a Lieutenant Captain for the hundredth time this month in the workplace bathroom, nonetheless – and you figured you had long since moved past that.

"Aki," you whined. "Someone could walk in here any minute now."

He crooned into your ear, "Not when I have you pinned to the door, they can't."

His back was so toned, so strong, fuck, it was turning you on like crazy and you had no idea why. You could slide your fingers over the muscular valleys of his shoulder blades for hours.

"Can I be honest?" He panted. His leg nestled itself between your bare thighs. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now."

How romantic.

You were throbbing. You wanted nothing more. It was kind of funny – the way your hips began moving on their own, rutting against his thigh like a desperate whore just to take the edge off. It was like you were made for him.

He brought you into another searing kiss. He let you ride his thigh, keeping you pinned there against the wall.

"So fucking bad," He practically moaned into your mouth. His words came out a little bit slurred, but it could have been because he said those words right up against your lips.

This was wrong. Very wrong. But the moment you felt his hand slip between your sweaty bodies and into your slacks to brush over the waistband of your panties, you couldn't care less.

"I've been thinking about ripping these off of you all morning," He purred. He snapped the waistband against your stomach.

His experienced fingers traced over the damp spot in your panties. Your body betrayed your will, leaning into his touch. You wanted this. You wanted this so fucking bad it hurt.

"You want that, baby?" He asked you. His eyes were half lidded and dark, pupils blown wide as he licked his lips.

"And– hah– if someone hears us?" You asked timidly. It was a bit late, but, still.

"They won't," He smiled breathlessly.

It was getting a bit hard to focus when his thumb was rubbing up and down – slowly – between your clothed folds.

"Not if you keep quiet for me," He chuckled. Fuck, he looked so beautiful... you couldn't do anything but trust his word. His index finger toyed with the bottom of your drenched panties, tracing the lace pattern on the hem. "Or, if you think that'll be too hard, I can shut you up, myself."

"Yeah?" You licked your lips slowly. Letting your hand act on its own free will, your fingers slipped beneath the neckline of his shirt. His Public Safety coat had long since been abandoned, laying neatly folded atop the toilet. You felt him lean into your touch. "And how do you plan on doing that, Captain?"

He smelled so good. It was making your head spin, even as he set you down onto your feet with a gentle grace.

The depraved smile Aki gave you could have powered an entire city. "By putting that pretty mouth of yours to good use. Would you like that?"

You didn't have to think about your words for even a moment, "Fuck, yes."

"Right here? In the bathroom?" He added, "Dirty girl, can't even wait until we get home, hmm?" Then, after a brief pause, he nodded towards the corner of the – albeit very clean – bathroom. "On your knees. Hands behind your back."

You don't think you had ever scrambled to your knees so quickly in your entire life. Like the obedient little dog you were, you knelt down on the floor in the corner, folding your hands behind your back.

He joined you only a moment later, his tall body obstructing your view as he towered over you. Your heart was racing a mile a fucking minute inside of your chest, pounding against your ribs like it wanted to break free. Slowly, tentatively, Aki took a step forward, staring down at you over his nose. His eyes twinkled with mischief beneath the fluorescent bathroom light.

He unclasped his belt, slipping it out of the loopholes. "You look even prettier on your knees, you know that?"

You could only peer up at him, wide eyes blinking like you were waiting for his next command. You knew it was wrong. In fact, it went against everything you stood for as a feminist, being on your knees in front of your Commanding Officer in a public bathroom like this.

Still, it filled you with a certain breathless kind of thrill – the kind that had you pressing your thighs together for some sort of friction.

He squatted down in front of you, gently caressing the side of your face. "So fucking perfect for me. So obedient. What did I do to deserve such a good girl?"

You merely whimpered in response. The anticipation was killing you.

He reached around your back, fumbling for your arms before wrapping the warm leather of his belt around them. He wound it against one side, and then the other, and then pulled it taut until you could feel the cold metal of the buckle pressing into your wrists.

Then he rose to his feet, keeping his hand placed atop your head, your hair.

He was going to be the death of you.

You sputtered unceremoniously, blowing a stray hair out of your eyes.

Aki reached for his ponytail and tugged it out.

You'd never seen him with his hair down from above – though you had certainly seen it from below, as per the previous night's activities – but you decided that it was something you wanted to see more often. He carded one of his hands through his inky black hair, it was... remarkably silky for a man who slaughtered devils for a living.

He looked down at you before slipping the hair tie around his wrist. He reached down, combing his fingers through your hair and gathering all of it into a fistful. Then, he slipped the hair tie off of his wrist and tied it back for you – twisting his hands with considerable expertise, bringing the ponytail up into a bun.

"Beautiful," he whispered, tucking a stray behind your ear. "You're being quiet. You okay?"

You almost blushed at his compliment. In fact, had it not been for your current predicament – that is, being on your knees on the bathroom floor in front of him while you waited for him to make a move – you would have probably kicked your feet while giggling.

Instead, what came out was, "I'd like to do less talking and more gagging, sir."

He huffed out a pretty little laugh, reaching into his pocket. "Alright, alright," He tossed you his favorite red lighter. "Drop this if you want to stop or slow down. It'll be hard to talk with your mouth full."

Okay. Straight to the point, then. Your core throbbed at the mere mention of what was about to go down.

Reaching behind you to pick up the lighter, you craned your neck up to look at him. He peered down at you lovingly, with something unmistakable written all over his features – he adored you. Even now, with you on your knees like a desperate whore in front of him, he was thinking about you and your needs. The thought was enough to make your heart squeeze almost painfully.

"Wanna taste you," You lucked your lips as he undid the button atop his slacks – then the zipper, slowly, just enough for him to free his aching hard on from his boxers. "Can I, sir?"

You looked up at the only thing you could – slightly intimidated by its stature. It was long and thick and flushed a pretty shade of pink at the tip. The tiniest little bead of precum caught the light at the head of it. Subconsciously, perhaps, you licked your lips again, getting them nice and wet for him.

Aki mirrored your motion, rolling his tongue over his pink lips while he carded a hand through his hair, slicking his bangs back – revealing more inches of that pretty little face that you wished you could kiss all over. "Go ahead, pretty mama," He purred softly, slipping his fingers into your hair, "It's all yours."

It's all yours. You wished you could say that he was yours and yours alone. All of him. Truly, a dick that good shouldn't be allowed to simply roam the streets. Someone might trip and fall on it.

You pressed a timid kiss to his tip, realizing it had been quite a while since you had last been in such a position with anyman, let alone one so handsome. Then, when you saw him sigh quietly, lips parted gently around the quietest little breath, you licked a stripe from the shaft all the way up to the head, feeling the veins and ridges beneath your taste buds – tasting the saltiness of him as it evaporated on your tongue.

He exhaled sharply at that, bracing a hand on the wall behind you, above you. Hungrily, his eyes fluttered shut – pale cheeks dusted with the prettiest shade of pink, lips glossy.

You wondered, very briefly, if you could fall in love with him.

"Fuck," He sighed, slowly, and it had your heart fluttering at the sound, "It's yours."

It was then that you decided you – if left to your own devices (or vices, in this case) – definitely could fall in love with him.

You sucked him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to make room for him. You worked up quite a bit of spit near the back of your throat, pulling off to spit on him before practically swallowing him back up.

Aki shuddered, lips parted around a gasp of your name.

He gripped your hair a little harder, by the base of your ponytail, making you look at him while your lips were stretched tight around his length. He throbbed in your mouth, like the sight of you like this was enough to get him off.

You felt that way. When his hand slipped behind his head to guide your head gently, bobbing you back and forth on his dick. You were struggling to fit the whole thing in your mouth, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you were determined. His shudders and sighs spurred you onward.

If this was going to be the last night you ever spent with him, you wanted to make it memorable.

"You're taking me so well," He crooned softly, guiding your head back and forth a little faster. "Feels so fucking warm, fuckin– shit–"

You felt that fire in your core reignite, making you press your legs together while you pulled back for a moment to slurp on the tip rather unceremoniously, spit dripping down his dick.

As you moved to sink your head the rest of the way down, you met some resistance, eyes watering as you felt yourself gag on him. He pulled you back a bit. You ducked away from his hand, pushing him back into your mouth with determination.

Above you, the muscles in Aki's upper arm tensed. With a blissful sigh, he leaned his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. He was so fucking pretty, it made your heart skip a beat.

"Oh, fuck," He moaned quietly.

He sounded like an angel and a pornstar all rolled into one. You wished you could record it and save it for later – the quiet, wet noises that came out every time he hit the back of your throat, the breathless pants of your name. He was too much to bear.

And you went at it like you were made for it. Up and down, up and down, fitting him all the way in until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat. Over and over again, until his vision blurred a bit at the edges, mind a little hazy with lust.

You were sucking and slurping on him so lewdly – fuck, you could die like this.

"Not gonna last– ah–" He hissed, "Long... when– with you– fuck– like that."

You moaned around him – actually moaned, as if his words were enough to get you off, to quell the steady throbbing ache between your legs.

"So pretty for me," He panted. "Don't cry. You can take it, right?"

You made a noise in response, though it was broken up by the nasty, dirty sound you made every time you gagged on his dick. You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes, tears caught in your wispy lashes.

With a shudder and a whine, he pushed your head down a little further. You gagged on it again, swallowing him down, tightening your throat around him like you were made to suck him up. Your hand tensed around his pocket lighter.

"Yeah, I know you can. Just like that, baby, shit..." He exhaled. "Don't stop."

If you died after this, you would be okay. You would die a happy woman.

Denji had to piss real bad. It wasn't like he could wait another five minutes until the meeting ended. He hadn't been home all night, either.

Plain and simple. He had to piss.

So, already reaching for the zipper of his fly, he approached the door of the Men's bathroom. He crept further down the hall. He passed a Women's bathroom (which he paused before while he briefly wondered if Makima had ever used it), and then the family bathroom (seriously, who in Public Safety had a family?).

And, obviously, because no one in this damned company lived long enough to have a family, Denji was extra confused when he heard the sound of quiet, barely-audible voices speaking just beyond the door.

It was barely perceptible, the faintest phrase, "You're doing so well."

The voice was deep and vaguely familiar, though Denji wasn't smart enough to know why. In fact, he was about to continue on past the door with a shrug before he heard another voice – a woman's voice – make the quietest little sound, almost like a whimper.

His eyes widened. Wait a minute. Something's going on here.

Then, shamelessly, he pressed his ear right up against the cold surface of the Family Bathroom door.

The first voice spoke again – this time unmistakable, "Gotta keep quiet for me. Don't want anyone to hear, do you?"

It was Hayakawa. It had to have been – or maybe he had a twin brother who sounded just like him.

Now that I think about it, he did leave the meeting early. What would he be doing in there, though?

His eyes went even wider, and a devilish little grin crawled over his lips. Against the door, he whispered to himself, "No fucking way."

When he didn't hear anything else through the door, he decided to mind his own business, walking off to the Men's bathroom to finish his business. He decided he would talk to Hayakawa about it later. Yeah, that was a good idea.

Aki tugged a fistful of your hair back, bobbing your head back and forth at a pace that made your eyes water a bit.

"Oh, fuck," He hissed, pushing you a little further.

You hummed in reply, balling your fist together, digging your nails into your palm and the cigarette lighter caged within it – anything to slow your gag reflex down. He was so big that your mouth stretched at the corners to accommodate him.

He was close, you could sense it – feel it– feel the way he throbbed against your tastebuds, hear the velvety whimpers that slipped past his lips as he crept closer and closer to his peak.

His skin was warm – salty as it glided over your tongue, caressing the very back of your throat. You wanted all of him, as much of him as he would give you.

Or, at least, as much of him as you could fit.

And those pretty sounds of his, fuck. It was driving you wild with desire. You could do nothing but squirm, press your thighs together to quiet the dull, aching throb between your legs. You needed him in a way that was feral, primal, and altogether degrading to feminism.

"Don't stop–" He gasped out, your name a broken plea, "Please, fuck, 'm so close."

Wouldn't dream of it, you thought.

It was perfect. He was perfect. So perfect, especially when he scrunched his nose up real cutely – as he drew his brows together, dark tufts hanging in his face while his tongue darted out to dampen his lips. His forearms tensed – muscles rippling and defined, practically straining against the place where his shirt was rolled up to his elbows.

"So perfect," He whispered, caressing your jaw with a tenderness that caught you wholly off guard, like he had read your thoughts. His smile dropped for a moment while he choked out a guttural moan, "Ah– hah– Fuck, Cumming, Baby."

You felt like you had been waiting your whole life for this. When the first warm spurt of his release painted your tongue – and then the next, you moaned shamelessly, melting at the taste of him. It was salty and watery and the slightest hint of fruit, and... It was perfect.

Just like the rest of him.

"Hah... hah..." He panted uncontrollably, chest heaving, knees buckling. Hand softening its grip of your hair, he trembled, coming down from his high.

You swallowed it down until there was nothing left for you to take – every drop but the last one, which you held in your mouth, peering up at him through wide, teary, lovestruck eyes while you stuck your tongue out to show him. You were good for him.

He blinked down at you, slightly dumbfounded (and a little dizzy-looking), then slowly, a grin took over his pretty lips. "Fuck me," he huffed out something between a sigh and a chuckle, "You're a Devil."

You tucked your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing the rest of him down. Then, you licked your teeth clean – sticking your tongue out one last time to show him you didn't let a drop go to waste.

It was something spectacular, truly. You hated blowjobs, yet now, you felt as if your life would never be complete again without them – without the image of him crying your name, panting, shuddering as he burst in your mouth like a bubble.

He bent over, slipping his hands beneath your arms to pull you up to standing level – you lost your balance, of course, but that didn't stop him from crashing his lips into yours.

The kiss was a heady mix of him – the salty aftertaste of his cum, the warm mintiness of his mouth. You stumbled, nearly falling into him. He caught you again.

"Easy, baby," He cooed.

"We should–" You swallowed. Your voice was rough, hoarse as you tugged at your restraints. "We should get back to that meeting before someone realizes we snuck off."

Aki tucked himself back into his boxers with a slight frown. He reached behind your arms, undoing the clasp of his belt and freeing your wrists – finally.

"Five more minutes?" He tried to ask.

You rolled your eyes. Cracking your wrists, you handed him his lighter. "We've already been gone, like, twenty," You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Wrapping his belt around his waist again, he giggled – like the twenty-year-old boy he was, "Exactly my point. What's five more?"

You pushed him away from you with the faintest hit of a smile. Though, when you caught a glimpse of your disheveled reflection in the bathroom mirror, it vanished. "Oh my god, Aki, my hair."

You looked like you had brushed your hair with a weed-whacker this morning instead of Aki's hairbrush. It sat in a tangled mess atop your head.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your knotted hair. "Sorry," he hummed, voice low and enticing, shooting right down to your core, "I'll make it worth your while when we get back home."

I love the sound of that.

You licked your lips. "How long until the meeting's over, you think?"

He flipped his wrist over, glancing down at his watch before he rolled his sleeves back down again, "Ten minutes, maybe? Probably less."

"That's ten minutes too long," You sighed. Carding your hands through your hair, you tamed some of the knots at the base of your scalp. The rest? Well, you undid the ponytail Aki had tied for you, slicking your hair back and out of your face.

No one would notice. Surely, no one would notice.

"Relax, pretty mama, I won't leave you hanging," He promised you. Slipping his arms into the sleeves of his suit jacket, he added, "My face or my dick?"

You scoffed, "Excuse me?"

"I'm asking where you wanna cum," He replied. He looked so pretty with his hair down, even now – you almost frowned when he took the ponytail from your hand and pulled his hair back into it, "My face? Or–"

You pinched his lips shut with your fingers. "I heard you, dickhead."

"Dick and head works fine for me," He teased. "We have all night."

You didn't even acknowledge him with a reply, reaching for the door, "I'm leaving, Aki."

"Hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave," He followed you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and a quick smack to your ass before opening the door for you. "Stop looking so good in slacks, kohai."

You rolled your eyes again. Still, even as you slid out of the door, your cheeks burned red with the aftershock of his compliment.

Aki, you smooth bastard.

"See you in ten," You smiled.

He smiled right back, "See you in ten."

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