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kiyosw · 4 months

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Pairing: Omega Hamel x Alpha female reader

Warnings: NSFW, omegaverse, heat cycle, Hamel in heat, breeding, lots of kissing, grinding, cowgirl position, fondling, biting, may be ooc.

MDNI

You find yourself smiling as you watch Hamel's graceful dance unfolding before you. Her every move quickens your heart, each step an elegant expression. The way she gazes at you with such tenderness brings an overwhelming sense of comfort.

In the room, her sweet and beloved scent fills the air, enhancing the enchantment of the moment. Her dance is a mesmerizing display, blending fluidity and grace, as if painting a masterpiece with each step and gesture.

You maintained your unwavering focus on her, aware of Hamel's delight whenever you pay close attention to her performance. She had confided once about her body being a form of expression, one not easily comprehended by everyone, except by you.

As her dance approached its conclusion, she glided nearer to you in elegant steps, extending her hand in invitation. "Would you... care to join me?" Her voice carried a softness, accompanied by a gentle smile.

You couldn't help but chuckle; how could you refuse such a kind invitation? With deliberate care, you took her soft hand in yours, marveling at how perfectly they fit together. "I'm not much of a dancer..." you admitted, glancing at Hamel, who responded with an understanding nod and a warm smile.

"I'll show you the way. Just follow my lead and savor the moment." she assured, gently clasping your other hand. True to her word, she guided your steps, the music painting the room as she moved. Though your movements were hesitant and unrefined, Hamel didn't seem to notice; her eyes twinkled with genuine enjoyment, reveling in the dance you both shared.

As a final gesture to conclude the dance, Hamel enveloped you in her arms, nestling her face against your chest while her breaths came in heaves, trying to regain composure. You sighed softly, tenderly encircling her within your arms, embracing her delicately in return.

"Thank you..." she murmured against your chest, holding you tighter. You responded with a gentle hum, leading her towards the bed to encourage rest. Seated at the edge, you gestured for Hamel to join you, but she hesitated, standing in front of you, seemingly deep in thought. "Is something the matter?" you asked softly. After a brief pause, Hamel spoke up. "Could I... sit on your lap?" she asked in a hushed tone.

Hamel seldom initiates physical contact, and you're aware of her discomfort with being touched, even though she once mentioned you were an exception. You nodded promptly, leaning back a bit to make room on your lap. "Come here..." you said warmly, extending your hand, which she accepted willingly. Slowly and carefully, you guided her onto your lap, ensuring she was comfortable.

As she settled into position, you enveloped her in your arms, ensuring she felt secure and steady. Hamel rested her hands on your shoulders, locking eyes with you. A smile passed between you, conveying a shared sense of comfort.

Unbeknownst to Hamel, you've been tracking her heat cycle, determined to offer support and comfort whenever she needed it. Recognizing her initiating physical contact as a potential indicator, you anticipated that her heat period might be approaching soon.

Hamel sighed softly, moving her hands to cup your face and rubbing both of her thumbs against your cheeks. Her gentle gestures had always made your heart flutter, and the urge to protect her was intensifying. "May I kiss you...?" she asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

Perhaps her heat is coming sooner than I expected? But I've been observing her, and based on my past experiences with her... I should be right.

While you were busy with your thoughts, Hamel moved even closer to you, pressing her body against yours tightly. "Please... may I kiss you?" she repeated, which made you snap out of your thoughts. She lifted your face up slightly, as if demanding your full attention.

"Ah, right, of course!" you quickly replied with an awkward chuckle, and Hamel smiled in relief. She moved one of her hands behind your neck, while the other was on your cheek.

You leaned closer slowly, and Hamel did the same until your lips met in a soft kiss. She let out soft sounds as your lips brushed against each other tenderly, her hand moving to caress the back of your neck, making you feel a shiver down your spine.

As the kiss continued, you couldn't help but pull her closer to yourself, and Hamel pushed herself towards you in response, wrapping her legs around your waist tightly, hands behind your neck and head to pull you closer than ever.

"Please... more..." she whispered in between the kisses before her lips parted, inviting you in, and you quickly obliged. You licked her lower lip before pushing your tongue inside her warm and wet mouth. The feeling of your tongues dancing together ignited sparks throughout your entire being.

Hamel was mesmerized by the kiss, her body trembling as your tongue delved deeper into her mouth. She moaned softly and moved closer to you, her hands running up and down your back with a longing touch that sent shivers through both of your bodies.

You could feel yourself growing hard underneath your clothes, and Hamel pressed herself against the growing bulge on your pants tightly, making you groan into her mouth.

When you were about to pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, Hamel pulled you back again, making your breath hitch in your throat. Your heart almost melted when she started pushing her tongue inside your mouth, copying what you did to her. You knew Hamel isn't used to leading, yet it felt so good, too good even.

You moved your hand towards her head, caressing her hair softly as a way to tell her she's doing well. As if responding to your gesture of approval, Hamel deepened the kiss even further while one of her hands snaked around your neck and held onto you tightly.

Hamel just kept kissing you, pulling away just for a few seconds to let each other breathe before kissing you again. Her pheromones were now all over the room and it felt like she was urging you to keep going. It made your hips buck instinctively, making Hamel gasp and moan.

She really is in heat now...

Her nails dug into your skin lightly as her body arched against yours in an unmistakable invitation for more intimacy.

As Hamel finally pulled away to break the kiss, she quickly hid her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "I really love your scent. It is very... comforting." she whispered against your skin before lifting her head to plant kisses from your neck up to your cheek. The way Hamel looked at you, with such desire in her eyes, made your heart race faster.

She reached for your hand before guiding and pressing it against her breast, "I want to feel you more... I need you." she whispered hoarsely while squeezing your hand around her soft flesh. You gave her a nod and reassuring smile, letting her know that you're more than willing to be with her during this vulnerable moment.

You leaned close to her neck, taking in the sweet scent that filled the air. Soft kisses were then placed all over her neck as one of your hands continued to massage her breast gently.

"That feels good..." Hamel whispered as her hands ran through your hair. She had always been honest during such times and encouraged you to do the same.

You couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction as one of your hands continued massaging her breast while the other moved downwards to touch the other one as well.

As Hamel's face contorted in pleasure, you couldn't help but watch her. You felt the heat radiating off of her body as she pressed against yours tightly, her hard nipples pressing into your palms underneath her dress. She let out a soft sigh before locking eyes with you again and pulling away slightly to catch her breath.

Her hands then found their way up to cup your cheeks gently, guiding you back towards her. As your lips met once more, Hamel started grinding her hips against yours purposefully. She could feel your cock pressing against her sensitive folds through the fabric separating them.

Her heart raced with anticipation, and she couldn't wait any longer. With one swift move, she pulled away from the kiss and started pulling your shirt. Her fingers danced over the smooth skin of your chest before trailing down towards your pants. As she reached for the button on your trousers, her eyes met yours, full of desire and hunger.

"May I...?" she whispered huskily, and you couldn't help but nod quickly in response. She finally undid the clasp holding up your pants. Slowly sliding them down, revealing an impressive erection that made her wetter by the second.

Hamel started tracing its length slowly until she was able to encircle it entirely with her gentle hand. Her touch sent shivers down your spine as she stroked you slowly. Her eyes never left yours, filled with a burning intensity that made it impossible for you to look away.

"Hamel..." You groaned her name out between clenched teeth, unable to find the words to express how much she was affecting you. She smiled at the sound of your voice, deepening her grip slightly before increasing the pace of her strokes. With each passing moment, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

Hamel bit her lip, watching as you struggled to maintain control. You were about to explode, but just before you could, Hamel stopped the movement of her hand, making you groan deeply. With a soft smile, she leaned in close once again and pressed a gentle kiss against your swollen head.

"Please, hold it in for a bit longer..." she whispered huskily before stepping back. Slowly, deliberately, she began unfastening the delicate straps that held up her dress. The material slid down over her curves, revealing more and more skin with each passing second until finally...she stood before you completely naked.

Her body was a work of art; flawless and smooth in places while deliciously curved in others. You could feel yourself growing harder at the sight of her body. Hamel smiled knowingly and crawled onto your lap.

Hamel purred as she straddled your lap, grinding her wet folds against your throbbing cock. The sensation was almost too much to bear; the feeling of her hot, slick flesh pressing against your body. She was like a goddess come to life, offering herself up like this. As she began grinding against you, you let out a low groan of approval.

Your hands roamed freely over her body, tracing every inch of smooth skin as if you were trying to memorize it forever. Her breasts felt soft yet firm under your touch, her nipples standing at attention from both arousal and anticipation.

With each thrust, she let out a soft moan that echoed through the room. Her eyes were locked on yours, full of desire and lust. She moved her hips faster, harder, as if trying to get closer to you with every passing second.

Her breath hitched when she finally felt the head of your cock breach her tight entrance. With one final push, she sank down onto you completely until you were both fully joined together.

"Ah... yes!" she gasped out between ragged breaths, "you feel so good inside me." Hamel's walls clenched around you as she started moving up and down on your cock slowly.

Hamel's movements became more and more frantic as she lost herself in the feeling of your cock filling her up. She wrapped her arms tightly around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her as your lips met in a passionate kiss.

Her tongue darted out to tease at your lips before slipping into your mouth, tasting you deeply. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as you ground your hips together.

With every thrust, Hamel's walls clenched around you tighter, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock. Her nails dug into your skin as she held on tight, her body moving in time with yours. The sensation of her walls clenching around you was exquisite; every time you felt your cockhead hitting that spot inside her, she would tighten even more.

Hamel's body trembled with each thrust, her moans filling the room. She gripped your head tightly, pressing her soft breasts against your face as she begged for more.

"Please," she whimpered, "I need it harder." Her hips bucked wildly against yours as she tried to take you deeper inside of her. The squelching sounds of skin on skin filled the air, creating a cacophony of pleasure and desire.

"Harder... Faster... I need... I need..." Hamel pleaded, you couldn't help but comply with her demands; you grasped her hips tighter, guiding her movements as she bounced on your lap faster and harder than ever before.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but you couldn't let go yet; not with Hamel still begging for more. So instead, you leaned in and captured one of her nipples between your teeth, rolling it gently between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Her cries of pleasure were muffled by her own passion as she continued to ride you relentlessly.

As Hamel's lust and heat took over, she pleaded for your attention even more. It was clear that she deserved nothing but gentleness, but when she pushed you onto the bed, her hands leaning against your shoulders for support, something within you snapped. You couldn't resist any longer; giving into her primal cravings became necessary.

Amidst her fervent pleas echoing through the room, she rode you with an unwavering determination. Her every move sent shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins as she took all of your length inside of her, her body trembling as she ground her hips against yours repeatedly while her breasts swayed in perfect synchrony with each thrust.

As Hamel's nails dug into your shoulders, you couldn't help but groan loudly in response. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder and faster with each thrust as Hamel's moans of pleasure echoed through the room.

You did your best to hold back, not wanting to finish before her, but her pussy clenched around you so tightly that it was impossible to ignore the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

With one hand gripping the sheets for support, and another on Hamel's hips, you focused all your energy on pleasuring her. As she moved on top of you, grinding against your hips with a ferocity that took your breath away.

As you felt yourself on the brink of orgasm, your throbbing cock demanding release within Hamel's walls, but as she leaned down to meet your gaze, her breasts brushing against yours, you just couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't hold back," she whispered hoarsely. "I'm all yours." Her words were like a match thrown into dry tinder; they ignited a fire within you that threatened to consume both of you whole.

Taking a deep breath, you held Hamel close to your body before gently guiding her to lay down. With a sigh of approval, she wrapped her legs tightly around your waist and her arms around your body. You moved again, thrusting into her pussy with a fervor that matched hers.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as you moved in syncopation, lost in each other's passionate embrace. Whimpers escaped your lips as you struggled to hold yourself back from the edge, but Hamel's body writhed beneath yours, urging you onward. Every inch of her welcomed you inside, encouraging you to give in to your primal instincts.

As you moved faster, harder, and deeper, hitting that one particular spot inside Hamel with precision, she scratched your back with her nails while letting out cries of pleasure. "Right there! I love it... keep going!" She cried out in between moans. Unable to resist such words, you focused all your attention on that spot until she pulled your head down for a passionate kiss.

Her hold around you was firm enough to make movement difficult, but not impossible. She kissed you deeply and with every thrust of your hips, your bodies moved together perfectly, creating an almost dance-like rhythm of desire.

As Hamel dug her nails into your back, scratching and leaving marks, you can't help but grunt into her mouth, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure echoing through the room. Despite the pain, you continued pounding into her until she screamed in ecstasy, breaking the kiss as her back arched off the bed.

Her walls sucked you deeper with each thrust, demanding more of you than you thought possible. With every spurt of cum shooting into her insides, your body trembled on top of hers. Your hips bucked wildly, driving home every last drop of your seed.

You panted heavily as Hamel's legs tightened around you, securing your position within her. As the last drop of seed entered her womb, she continued to grind her hips against yours, seeking out a bit more pleasure. "Hmm... you felt so good..." she murmured softly, seemingly coming down from her high.

You hummed in response, lifting your head up slightly to place soft kisses all over her neck. The scent of her skin filled your nostrils, and you couldn't help but open your mouth and sink your teeth into the flesh of her neck. Hamel gasped, but ran her fingers through your hair as you continued to bite her.

She moaned softly in pleasure as you marked her as yours once more. She arched her back, pushing herself even further onto your cock, demanding more of it than before. You growled in approval, pushing yourself harder into her tight core.

Her walls clenched around you, trying to keep you inside of her for as long as possible. As soon as you released your bite into her skin, you licked the area, making Hamel sigh and moan.

You tried to lift your body a bit, but Hamel hugged you to keep you close to her body before biting your shoulder, leaving a small but noticeable mark on your skin. You couldn't help but giggle as she seemed to be marking you just like how you did to her. "Mine..." she mumbled against your skin before kissing the spot she had bitten.

"Yes, all yours..." you mumbled softly. Hamel refused to let you go, holding onto you tightly as she savored the moment. The feeling of your cock twitching inside her walls made her tighten, seemingly trying to suck you in deeper. You gave her gentle thrusts from time to time, each one eliciting a soft moan and chuckle from her lips.

The two of you remained entwined, lost in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. It felt like an eternity had passed before Hamel finally let go and allowed you to withdraw from her walls. As you pulled out slowly, she clenched around you one last time, as if reluctant to let go of this moment.

Watching with satisfaction as her pussy leaked with your cum was a testament to just how full she had been filled by you. As you lay beside Hamel, gently stroking her hair and feeling the warmth of her body against yours, you couldn't help but pull her closer.

Hamel held you tightly in response, humming softly while she gently caressed your back. It wasn't long before you finally felt your eyes getting heavy from all the comfort you had been feeling. You planted a soft kiss against her forehead before letting yourself drift off to sleep.

As you slept, Hamel watched over you with a contented smile on her face. Eventually, even Hamel succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber, cuddling up close to you as if to never let go.

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kiyosw · 4 months

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My little Bronya. - xodarling

includes: NON-CON, kidnapping, yandere!reader, obsession, stalking, g!p reader, sub!bronya, knife play, cocolia’s alive and well, masturbation, lowercase writing, riding, infantilization kinda, breeding kink, throat fucking, praise, impregnation, virgin!bronya

a/n: bobby’s back 👹 (and worse than b4 sorry if it feels rushed)

“ah.. ah..”

loud squelching sounds bounce off the walls of this dark and dusty basement, there are cobwebs on every corner of the room and the air in the room is heavy, making it feel like you were suffocating every time you inhaled.

those wet, sticky sounds get faster and faster, with each squelch another loud pant vibrates throughout the room. the sound of chair legs scraping the concrete ground are deafening along with the a very specific sound.

click!

small clicking sounds emanating through the room, then it stops and is replaced by a loud groan and even faster squelching.

“bronya.. bronya..”

a shaky voice repeats like a prayer, long shaky groans fill up the emptiness of the room. the dark room being lit up slightly by the brightness of a camera.

the camera roll gives the dark, dusty, and heavy basement some brightness. the basement was mostly empty except for a cork board on one side of the room, all the pictures are of the same person, bronya. the camera isn’t any different, the photos saved in the camera are all bronya.

“fuck!”

the sounds of a loud and desperate yelp, the chair pushed back a little and a loud slam of the wooden table all echo throughout the room.

the camera screen gets dirtied by the thick spurts of cum, the sounds of somebody bucking their hips against the wooden table echos throughout the basement, the sounds of grunts and groans get replaced by pants and sighs.

the sound of a tissue being pulled out the tissue box echo again, some tired pants also vibrate through the dusty walls. soon enough, you gain your senses, looking down at your a softening dick and then at the photo the camera’s showing.

a photo of bronya showering that you somehow managed to get. your dick hardens as you stare at the photo before you let out a groan and then a sigh. you are absolutely delusional and insane, your obsession with the future supreme guardian is getting out of hand.. and jacking off is no longer enough.

it was hard to find bronya alone and vulnerable, but you memorized the entirety of bronya’s home at this point, so sneaking in as she slept wasn’t too hard. you carried her like she was made of porcelain, even leaving soft kisses on her cheeks to indulge in your desires just a small amount.

sneaking past several silvermane guards and random civilians, you made it to your average sized home and went down into the dingy basement; all with bronya in your arms. you made sure to be gentle as you tied her to the chair, not wanting to hurt her yet but making sure it’s tight enough so she can’t get out.

you bring in another chair and shift it to be right in front of bronya, the wooden legs scraping against the concrete. shimmying your sweats down so your dick gets freed from the fabric. all you have to do is wait for her to wake up, best thing to do is sit there and jack off.

her eyelids flutter as her head hangs low, bronya realizes she’s not back home, she’s sitting, tied up, in some dusty gray room. bronya lifts up her head and her eyes widen when she sees you, face all flushed and your dominant hand pumping your shaft.

“good, i was starting to get impatient.” you sit up, the chair pushing back from your action. bronya was about to question but you pulled her head back and placed your swollen tip on her pouty lips, “suck.” you said. bronya hesitated for a moment before starting to leave kitten licks at the head of your dick.

bronya’s a smart girl, as she licked your tip and started to engulf more of your inches, she had an idea to bite your shaft; fortunately, you already predicted she would try something smart like that. you pulled a knife from the pockets in your sweater and placed the blade on her throat.

it all happened so fast. the blade hitting bronya’s neck and you forcefully shoving your dick all the way inside her mouth, causing her to gag with tears brimming her eyes. “bite and i’ll slit your throat.” you say with the angriest tone you can muster, you weren’t actually mad at her.. you were just trying to scare her.

and it worked actually, bronya shut her eyes and just took your fucking of her throat like a good girl. you gripped onto her silver hair and started to quicken your pace, “my little bronya, my baby.”, you whisper as she gags on your shaft, drool dripping down your balls and onto her thighs.

you comb your fingers through her soft bangs, bucking your hips into her mouth. hot tears pile in bronya’s eyes as she keeps them shut to not take in what’s happening, visually, “such a tight throat.” you whisper, pulling your shaft out and lightly slapping her face with it. “what a good girl you are, my little bronya.”

her face scrunches up when you do that. to her, your smell is disgusting, absolutely dreadful. the blade of the knife cuts through each of the ropes that are keeping bronya sat, you pull her up by her arm and then replace her in the wooden seat. your hands find their home on her clothed ass, groping her from above her pajama pants.

“been wanting to do this for so long..” you murmur and lean into rub your nose against her rear. bronya’s body tenses up with disgust as your calloused fingers slip under her pants and pull them down, plain white underwear being exposed. your dominant hand moves to your shaft as you stroke yourself slowly and the other pulls her panties up, exposing more of her soft ass.

your hand snakes it’s way to covered cunt and rubs her slit up and down, even though bronya’s all tense and uncomfy, her panties are dampening with each rub. after a while, you slowly pull down her underwear and push the small of her back to expose her bare cunt to you, dripping and swollen, just like you imagined. you can barely conceal a groan when you see it.

bronya’s heart begins to race even more when you pull her to your lap, your cock resting against her wet slit. your non-dominant hand still holds the knife and you wrap your hands around her waist, kissing the skin below her ear and whispering sweet nothings to her. “my baby, bronya. a baby for my baby..”

bronya can’t even process your words before your tip is slowly pressing inside her, you let out a groan and bronya lets out a strained and stifled whimper. “so much tighter than I thought.” you whisper before moving your hips, your shaft going inch by inch into her walls, your pre-cum oozes out your tip and stains her insides.

bronya lets out winces and whimpers, her walls being stretched beyond their limit, you coo in response whispering sweet praises into her ear while kissing her neck. patience is your strongest virtue and the slow insertion going inch by inch wasn’t cutting, so you grab her hips harshly and forcefully push her down your cock, a sharp shrill leaving her throat.

just a little bit of blood leaves her cunt which makes you groan as it mixes with your pre, you throw the knife in your hand into the middle of the basement and dig your fingers into her hips, leaving her no time to get used to anything and immediately starts to pound away brutally.

“ah-! wait! stop t-this, at o-once!” she yelps out, her fingers dig into the armrests of the dingy, wooden chair, tears begin to brim her silver eyes, the pain and pleasure was overwhelming and unbearable. all you do is moan at her protests, your hips moving at an unreasonable pace.

bronya writhes around in your grasp, her head being thrown back and her nails digging scratching the armchairs, your hands grab the back of her knees and pull her legs up, bronya moans at the new angle of your thrusts. you let out growls and groans, the force of your pounding sending bronya’s upwards a little.

this cowgirl position was boring you. it was fun hearing her bronya whine in protest and squirm on your lap but you need more. you let out a scoff and then sit up from the chair, bronya lets out a confused whine and then a pained one when you reverse your positions, her sitting on the chair with her legs on your shoulders and you standing in front.

there’s no intermission or pause for her to get used to this new position before you return to your animalistic thrusts, with a newfound vigor. “oh, ffucckk..” you throw your head back and groan out with no limitations, her wet, warm walls and her cross-eyed expression send fire into your balls.

your head was clouded with lust and desire, your tip hitting that spongy spot inside her was addicting and your shaft was beginning to tighten, a sign of your impending orgasm. “yeah, gonna fill you up.” you said between chuckles and groans, “gonna fill my baby up, gonna make you all big and round for me..”

bronya shakes her head and lets out a whine. she feels used, like she’s nothing but a hole for you to fuck and breed. just the thought of going back to her mother, if you do let her go, with a round stomach filled with your child made her sob loudly. the pain from your brutal thrusts was intense and the sudden shock of waking up to this left the usual independent and strong bronya weak.

speaking of her mother, the silvermane guards probably noticed that the future supreme guardian was gone. cocolia without a doubt sent all of her men to search for her precious daughter, not knowing what’s happening to her. bronya begins to sob uncontrollably, which only turns you on more.

“keep cryin’ for me, baby, i’m close.” you murmur, biting your lip and watching those diamond tears fall down her elegant face. bronya’s covers her face as her sobs get more violent along with your thrusts, the sound of skin on skin smacking echoes through the basement. everything is just pushing you closer to the edge.

your fingers dig into hips, your eyebrows knitting together, you want this to last forever, it feels so good you don’t want it to end. unfortunately, it does and with one final thrust you let out a loud moan and throw your head back. “fuck, take it, take it all.” you growl, aggressively fucking yourself through your ecstasy.

the girlish and shrill yelp bronya let out when your sperm filled her up was something unheard of to any soul until you, the intense and violent feeling pushed bronya to an unwanted orgasm as well. her legs tremble on your shoulders and her hand fly from her face to the armrests of the chair.

it feels like forever until you stop moving and finally pull out. her body trembles like a leaf and meek whimpers and protests leave her mouth. your eyes trail from her red and teary face, to her heaving chest, to her exposed cunt, watching it drip with your cum made you hard again.

“so perfect.” you murmur, placing your hand on her stomach and rubbing it. “wha-..? stop..” she murmurs, trying to squirm but gives up quickly after seeing your once again hardening cock.

it’ll take a while for the silvermane guards to find you, they won’t suspect some introverted innocent lady to be the one to kidnap the heir of the supreme guardian. so in the mean time.. why not have some more fun?

“let’s hope that they find you soon, my little bronya.” you chuckle and slowly insert yourself back inside her tight cunt, her hands fly to your shoulders and she lets out a whine, feeling her stomach bulge out a little from all the cum and your dick.

all she can do is sob and pray someone hears this, but from what it looks like, it’ll take a while.

THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRRY

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kiyosw · 4 months

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How To Confess To The Hydro Archon

Pairing: Furina x gn!reader

Note: two dense idiots in love, mention of reader being referred to as 'lady' once, ooc, not proofread

Word Count: 3.6k

It wasn’t a well kept secret that you had a crush on Furina. Everyone and their grandma knew about it, well, everyone except for Furina herself. It was surprising that she didn’t catch the wind of the gossip of you liking her, I mean it was momentarily the main drama in the Court of Fontaine and Furina always knew all the gossip. Or maybe she did know and decided to not speak of it. Maybe she didn’t like you back? Maybe she thought of it as just some rumours and brushed it aside? Or she hated you? Okay, maybe the last one was a bit far-fetched. Anyways, these were at best, just speculations. No concrete evidence if she liked you or not.

You never were the one to flaunt or be that open about your more-than-friendly feelings on Furina but you weren’t in denial of these emotions, instead you have long acknowledged them and accepted it. So, the only thing left now was to tell her and maybe (hopefully) she accepted them. Yeah, shouldn’t be too difficult right?

Wrong!

Every time you tried to build up the courage to tell her, you would back down with the excuse of ‘I am fine with what I have with her now’ which promptly earned a well earned sharp flick on the forehead by Charlotte.

“How can you be so dense? It’s painful to watch you both, just confess and get together already!” She exclaimed, her hands on her hips as she held a very disappointed look. “And when you do get together, do tell me first, okay?”

“Is this one of your schemes for collecting headlines for The Steambird?” you sighed, rubbing your forehead to ease the pain.

“Hey! That’s not- okay, maybe, yes. But I also want you to be happy! It’s stupid to see you mope around like this. I see no reason on why you aren’t confessing,” she admitted. You scoffed at her words. You were absolutely not moping! And there was absolutely a reason to not confess… you suppose (?).

“Well, why would I confess?” You started out, wracking your brain to form an excuse. “When I am about to hit two year anniversary of me having feelings for her. Let me reach my two year-”

Flick!

“Hey, what has my forehead done to offend you today?!” you exclaimed, shielding your forehead from future attacks.

Charlotte crossed her arms and glared at you, her forehead creased. “That is so preposterous! If you continue to spew more nonsense I will not stop flicking your forehead,” she said.

You sighed for the hundredth time. You didn’t see the big issue on why confessing now was very important, you could always wait to do that later. But you suppose coming clean would be better, you could get over with it and no longer have to endure the forehead flicks of Charlotte (and the weight of your feelings).

“Fine.” you said after a long pause. “But I have no idea on how to win over her. She is an Archon!”

“That’s easy. You just have to be yourself,” she replied but the blank look on your face tells her enough on what you were going to say. “Or maybe look through some books. I am sure there is a book on how to woo someone, right?”

You hummed and stood up, “I suppose so.”

“Well, that’s settled,” she clasps her hands together. “I will be leaving now, I have to proofread some articles. Good luck.!

With that she disappears, leaving you to your thoughts in your room. You didn’t need to read more books to know the steps taken to steal someone’s heart, you have already read one and came to the conclusion that it won’t work. How? Because you just knew. I mean, ‘ask your crush out on a date with a bouquet’ was absolutely a lame and boring way to pursue someone. You needed something fit for an Archon. Not some flowers that would wilt within days.

So, with a pen and paper in hand, you decided to write your own guide to win Furina’s heart.

HOW TO WOO THE HYDRO ARCHON: A GUIDE by me for me :)

1. They say the way to a person’s heart is though their stomach = give her food what a weird saying

This one should be easy. You were already well acquainted with Furina's preferences, but this endeavor was more than just satisfying her tastes. Rather than a simple trip to the bakery for her favorite pastries, you decided for a more personal approach. You decided to make one of her beloved desserts from scratch, a gesture that you were sure would speak volumes about your sentiments, hopefully.

Fortunately for you, you knew how to bake. So, the following morning, on your day off, you dedicated all your time on carefully preparing the cake with the utmost dedication. After hours of work, you perfected everything. Securely packing it, you soon left on your merry way towards the court. Soon enough, you found yourself knocking on the door to Furina’s office.

“Furina?” You slowly peeked in to find the office empty. You silently stepped in, surveying the surroundings to see if she was actually inside or not. After a quick look, you let out a disappointed sigh. You suppose you had to leave her food on the desk now.

Unexpectedly, a voice broke the silence, making you almost jump out of your skin. “Oh, [Y/n]! What a delightful surprise! Oops, did I startle you?”

“Oh, Furina,” you responded nervously, recovering from the sudden scare. “It’s fine. I am fine.”

“That’s good to know,” she smiled but her expression quickly turned into a pout. “Why didn’t you visit me yesterday? Have you been avoiding me?”

“What?” you stammered in surprise. “Of course not! Why would I avoid you?! That is absurd. The only reason I didn’t visit was because you had to attend a trial and I didn’t wish to disturb you.”

Furina hummed, seemingly satisfied with your response. “Well I am glad you are here.” she sighed. “Mademoiselle Crabaletta has been muttering about getting in shape lately, and even said that she wanted to drag me along with her. I'm already eating much healthier than last month. I work very hard to maintain my figure.”

At her words you try to hide the food behind you. As much as you wanted her to eat your handmade delicacies, you didn’t wanted to ruin her diet.

“Hey, you can tell, can't you!?” she asked, noticing your sudden silence.

“Oh, yes, of course I can see that. You look amazing, you always did,” you mumbled out the last part.

You had to admit, you were feeling a bit awkward. Maybe because your current goal was to pursue her and not just have idle fun and chatter. It didn’t feel so casual anymore. For some reason, you were nervous. You had made food for her before but now it felt as if you have messed up something up. You wished this sudden feelings of anxiety would vanish as easily as it had appeared.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Furina inquired suddenly, rising from her seat to place her gloved hand on your forehead, and withdrawing swiftly out of embarrassment at her mistake.

“Oh, no I am quite fine. Thank you for asking,” you muttered, embarrassment enveloping you. In your absent-minded actions you placed the package right in front of her, on her desk.

“Oh, what’s this?” she asked curiously.

“Um, just some cake I made for you but I didn’t know you were on a diet,” you replied bashfully.

“Diet? Hmph, I follow no diet. Besides, there is always room for more desserts,” she declared, snatching away the packet and unpacking it. “My favourite dessert! How wonderful!”

You couldn’t help but smile at her joy of being presented with food. Well, you were glad your gesture seemed to be well-received.

“Oh? What a rich and delicate texture!” she praised. “You should certainly become a baker, your bakery would be very successful.”

You simply laughed at her words, enjoying the praise. She then offered you some as well, under the guise of having too much of food.

“You don’t expect me to eat all of this on my own, do you?” she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Open wide now, we both will enjoy this cake together.”

“Alright,” you obliged bashfully at her invitation. You just hoped she couldn’t pick up on your flustered demeanor. I mean, eating from the same spoon your crush used and that too getting fed by them would absolutely send someone spiraling.

“See, sharing is caring. Especially something this sweet,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Maybe I should bake for her everyday if this is the outcome, you mused.

It was safe to say that this was…

Mission: SUCCESSFUL!!

2. Buy her gifts, shower her with compliments. only works if the person likes receiving gifts and praise

This was yet another one of the easy and straightforward tasks, especially considering her birthday was just a week away, which also proved to be a perfect excuse to shower her with love gifts.

Before venturing out to shop in this beautiful and pleasant weather, a prior arrangement needed to be made with Neuvillette to extend an offer for him to join you. Despite his demanding role as the Chief Justice of Fontaine, extending the invitation seemed appropriate, considering your friendly relationship. Neuvillette was also a very close friend of Furina.

"Good morning, Monsieur Neuvillette," you called out to the man engrossed in his thoughts while gazing at the Fountain of Lucine.

"Good morning, Lady [Y/n]," he greeted in return.

“No need for the formalities, Monsieur,” you insisted. “If you are available, would you care to accompany me for some shopping? Furina's birthday is in a week, and I wish to select gifts for her."

After a moment's pause, he agreed, "I suppose I can accompany you. However, is there a particular reason you wish for my company? I hardly consider myself an ideal shopping companion."

Your thoughts paused for a second. How quick of him to doubt your need for his presence, but rightfully so since you did have a motive.

"Well, it appears you've caught me," you admitted. "Furina spends considerable time with you, and I was hoping you could offer insights into her current preferences, helping me choose the perfect gift."

"While I believe you know Lady Furina better than anyone, but I'll do my best to provide you with useful information," he replied.

So serious, you thought.

Soon the sky was high up in the sky and your shopping expedition came to an end. It was a pleasant experience, conversation flowed smoothly between you two. You both decided to bid each other farewell in the place you met, near the Fountain of Lucine.

“[Y/n]!” A sudden interruption caught both your and Neuvillette’s attention. Furina waved from the distance but her excitement dwindled seeing Neuvillette next to you. The man next to you sighed but you didn’t understand what was going on.

“Why are you with him?” she asked you. “Have you been avoiding me?”

“What?! No, I am not. I promise,” you said. “I just went shopping with him.”

Furina's eyes flickered between the two of you, skeptical of your words and it was evident in her expression but she tried to act it off. "Shopping? Together? Without me?" Despite her effort, her tone betrayed a hint of jealousy.

You, still somewhat oblivious to the underlying tension, tried to diffuse the situation. "Furina, it's not what you think. Neuvillette and I were just—"

Furina opened her mouth but Neuvillette sighed, finally expressing his weariness. "Lady Furina, there's no conspiracy here. I'm not interested in pursuing any romantic involvement with [Y/n], and I believe you're misunderstanding the situation."

Furina's expression shifted to a mix of surprise and embarrassment. "Wait, what? Romantic involvement? I didn't mean that! Are you implying I am jealous Neuvillette?! Ugh, I just thought... Never mind." She crossed her arms, suddenly feeling self-conscious when you kept staring at her.

"I simply accompanied [Y/n] as a friend. I have no interest in interfering with your plans," Neuvillette replied coolly.

Furina was utterly embarrassed, tried to play it off and glared at Neuvillette who didn’t seem to care. What was his deal? Was he trying to embarrass her? She frowned at her thoughts.

"Well, it feels like you've been ignoring me all day," Furina remarked, her arms crossed.

“I wasn’t, I promise. I was buying gifts for you,” you explained. In the mention of gifts she faltered a little.

Furina, tried to act miffed yet softened slightly at your words. "Well, I demand you spend some time with me now. You are not mad at me for the misunderstanding, right? Even the best of the best sometimes makes some mistakes."

Neuvillette looked at you both skeptically. It was very clear that you liked each other, so how come both of you were so dense to not even see it. Well, he would never understand you two, it was best he left so he didn’t feel as if he was intruding something.

You on the other hand started to doubt everything, a horrible thought forming in your head.

Mission: On hold! Furina foiled the surprise and looked through the gifts. important note: Furina probably likes Neuvillette because she was jealous of me spending time with him earlier (T_T)

3. Help her with her work or chores. Show her you are reliable and helpful. Stop stressing out and just confess.

Was this even worth it? She probably didn’t even like you back. She was an Archon, a divine being with barely any flaws and you were just a mere mortal— another admirer among many. Yes, you may have been special among normal people because you were also a friend to her but it would never be more than that. You should have been satisfied with what you already had with her.

It was more believable that she liked Neuvillette and not you. It would explain why Neuvillette was throwing glances at her that day and Furina was upset.

“You are overthinking again,” Charlotte said from the other side of the room. She has been swarmed by work and managed to squeeze out some time today to spend it with you. Right in time to catch you wallowing.

“I am not overthinking,” you grumbled. “I am being perfectly reasonable here. My observations make perfect sense.”

“You seriously have an issue of being very dense,” she mumbled sipping her tea slowly and looking through your ‘How to Woo the Hydro Archon: A Guide’. “Both you and Lady Furina are the same. She may be our Archon but she is an idiot, both of you are.”

“Okay, I get it I am an idiot,” you groaned, sinking in to the cushions.

“Well, all the best. Don’t forget to tell me how everything goes by,” she said placing the cup away and picking up her kamera.

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The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache and a sore throat. You got up from the bed with a lot of difficulty and washed your face. All these were clear signs of sickness but you ignored it. The day after tomorrow was Furina’s birthday and you couldn’t afford to be in bed and be sick. You should go help her so she has a free day tomorrow.

Ignoring your fatigue, you go on your way to see Furina. You had perfectly crafted your words, and have rehearsed it many times to not falter in front of her.

You stood in front of the door to her office, staring at the design and trying to calm your beating heart. You were hesitant to knock.

Maybe I should come another day, possibly after her birthday. Yeah, that would be far better than today. The timing isn’t right eith—

“Why aren't you coming in?” Furina asked as she swung open the door, causing you to jump and stumble back a little. What is with her and scaring me lately?

“Good Morning, Furina!” you fumbled and hastily entered her office.

“Good Morning,” she replied.

Something was odd. She was usually very lively and talkative. She was being awfully quiet and reserved. Did she have a breakdown?

Only one way to find out.

“Are you okay?” you asked her softly. You knew of her breakdowns, you had accidentally walked in on her crying before. She didn’t exactly tell you why she was crying and you didn’t pry either.

“Of course, I am fine. I am bored. Mademoiselle Crabaletta refused to have a tea party with me today, she is still muttering about getting in shape. Hmph, I am already in perfect shape,” she complained.

You could sense she was lying — her elevated voice and avoidance of eye contact gave it away. However, you paid it no mind.

“Are you alright? You look very pale. Did you even sleep?” Furina asked.

“Uh, yeah. I am fine, just- yeah. I came here to tell you something,” you mumbled.

Furina looked at you with interest. You felt very small under her gaze and you wished the ground would swallow you whole.

Well, there is no going back now.

The pounding in your head increase as you squeezed your eyes shut and stammered out your confession. “I like you! I think you are very pretty! I mean, you are pretty. I like you more than a friend- not, not like a friend! I have had a crush on you for some time now! You don’t have to like me back, although I would like it if you did! You have pretty eyes!”

You breathed heavily after the confession, your vision swimming and your head feeling heavy. You went off script, all your rehearsal was useless and you messed it up.

Silence.

Furina remains silence and dread consumes you. Silence only meant one thing and you wanted to just disappear from existence, from that room. Maybe travel back to time and stop yourself from doing this. You should’ve waited.

My head hurts, you stumbled, your eyes watery, but you didn't know if it was because of Furina's silence or your increasing fatigue. Before you knew it, you had closed your eyes.

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Am I dead?

That was the first question that popped into your head when you woke up sweating and with a cloth on your head. The room was covered in darkness due to the drawn curtains but you could tell it was still daytime.

Looks like I am still alive.

You got up from your bed, removing the sheets. You slowly walked into your living to find Furina.

On your couch.

Reading something.

Death sounds wonderful right about now, you thought as the realization dawned on you. She was reading that dumb guide you made, which didn’t even work.

“Uh- Furina!” You stammered. “What are you reading? You don’t have to read that?!”

You tried to snatch it away but she was quicker.

“A guide to woo the Hydro Archon? I am truly blessed you think of me so highly,” she laughed, folding the paper and keeping it away from you. “You should certainly write a book and publish it.”

“Hey, don’t tease me!” you crossed your arms and sat down on the couch with a grumble.

An awkward silence followed. Well, you felt awkward, you didn’t know what she felt.

“It’s atrocious,” Furina began, taking your hand and placing the folded page on your palm. "It's ridiculously foolish of you to assume I like Neuvillette when you're right next to me."

“I- so you like me? Like, actually?” you asked.

“Are you questioning my judgement? You think the God of Justice would lie to you?” she responded, sitting next to you.

“No, she wouldn’t. But,” you paused, a small smile playing on your lips. “I would trust her judgement better if she made her feelings clear. Maybe with a kiss?”

“Stop teasing me!” she suddenly yelped, jumping away from you.

“I am sorry, I am sorry,” you laughed at her red face. “I don’t know what came over me to say that. Probably the sickness, but I meant every word-.”

“Shut up, you should be in bed!” she exclaimed, cutting you off. Her face resembled a tomato and you enjoyed it. You weren’t outrightly a flirtatious person so this behaviour was definitely fueled by your sickness but it also didn’t mean that you were lying about wanting to kiss her.

You were in a delirious state? …maybe.

“I don’t think I will be quiet until you make me. I should’ve known you were jealous of Neuvillette spending time with me, not the other way around. That is honestly- mmph!!”

Your words are cut off and muffled as Furina’s lips were placed on yours. Frozen in shock, you stood there for a few seconds, with your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You could probably pass out by the amount of blood that rushes to your face, making you feel hot.

Furina thought you looked adorable, but she couldn’t tolerate you calling her out as someone easily jealous. No, she needs to protect her reputation by shutting you up (she is making excuses, she just wanted to kiss you). So she kisses you. She finds this method to be quite effective and maybe she would use it more in the future.

Breaking the kiss, she was met with your dazed expression. You stood there for a few seconds, making her worried at your lack of response.

“That was my first kiss!” you gasped, breaking out of your trance.

“You weren’t shutting up! You were teasing me!” Furina retorted.

“Then I will keep talking if it means you will kiss me.” you laugh.

“[Y/n]!”

You laughed at her expression, happy and a lot better already. Maybe you could use excuses like kisses being cure to sickness. Yeah, you definitely could.

Mission: Successful!! I won at life!

©️ ladyfocalors

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thinking about navia waking you up with kisses and being extra loving in the mornings after healing from the archon quest. cw: none

the early sun crept through the beige curtains, causing light to slowly spread through the bedroom. although you’re not awake to witness the sunrise, navia happily was. she yawns a bit, pushing some of her messy blond strands away from her eyes. “ another morning, another routine. “ she mutters, her gaze aimlessly shifting over to your sleeping form beside her. a loving smile find itself across her lips when she sees your peaceful face.

navia’s gaze drops down to your chest as it softly rises up and down. there’s no lag or any irregular breathing—good. she knows it’s ridiculous to observe your breathing but she can’t shake away the bitter sense of doubt that’s occupying the small corner of her heart. sighing, navia’s gaze returns to your face again; this time full with intent and worry. frowning, she places her hand on your cheek. your skin still felt pleasantly warm.

you stirred a bit, before heaving a deep sigh through your nose. navia’s face softens, “ sorry, mon trésor.”she apologizes, dipping down to place a sweet kiss on your nose. the blonde snorts at your nose cutely crunching up from the kiss. “ naviaa. . “ you drawled in a drowsy voice, opening your tired eyes to playfully glare at your lover. the corner of her lips curls into a sheepish grin. “ i didn’t mean to wake you, i. .simply wished to admire you and couldn’t resist. “ she half lies, carefully shifting her bare body on top of yours. it was true that she was admiring you—you’re (beautiful/handsome) even when you’re asleep. but after what happened a few months ago, how could she not be so attentive to your health? you were now one of the few, if not, the most precious person in her life.

wordlessly, navia holds your face delicately with both hands and brings you into a passionate kiss. you hummed with content, lacing your arms around her waist and sleepily kissed back. “ how was your sleep, mon amour? dreamed of me as always? “ she inquires softly, her voice full of tease. you cracked a smile, rubbing the small of her back tenderly. “if i’m not still dreaming right now, then yes.” navia lets out an angelic, bubbly laugh that made your chest bloom with indescribable warmth. the skin under her eyes crinkles, her sparkly, oceanic hues looks ever so brilliant than usual—archons, maybe you are dreaming.

navia’s lips traces down to your jawline, leaving kisses in its wake. your breath hitches as she moves down to your neck, planting a brief kiss right against your pulse point. by now, the drowsiness left your body. “ you sure are extra loving this morning, navi. “ you chuckled, sounding a bit flustered. you feel her smile into your neck, she presses a few more kisses against your skin before sighing happily.

“ why would i not be when you’re still here every morning with me? “ she whispers, voice slightly strained.

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reader can be interpreted as whatever you want them to be

it was no later than ten o'clock and cassie had managed to sneak out of the house to see you. you planned some cheesy movie night but since your work shift had went overtime, everything was kinda thrown sideways.

your hands gripped her waist and pulled her down on your cock a little more. cassie swore under her breath and took in a sharp, pained gasp.

"god, y/n."

you stared up at cassie's face that was scrunched up a mix of pleasure and pain. "too big?"

the blonde nodded her head fervently and grips the seat of the chair. you try and sooth the pain by rubbing her hips and distracting her with little kisses but nothing seems to be working. on one hand, cassie feels like you're splitting her open but on the other, you make her feel so fucking full.

despite the situation, you can't help focus on how cassie's walls are squeezing your dick so tightly. taking a deep breath and renewing your grip, you kiss the side of her mouth and mumble, "i'm gonna start moving." she nods and you smile, kissing her forehead softly.

your hips buck upwards and cassie whimpers. her blue eyes find yours and she smashes her lips against your own. her hips grind down in your lap, pushing every inch of your cock inside her. each time cassie throws her hips forward, her clit rubs against the cloth of your shirt, enticing her to move faster.

"you're so fucking big, y/n," she moans.

you groan and move your hand to run your fingers through those blonde locks before pulling gently at the roots. your wet lips connect to her neck, thrusting up into her pussy harder and faster than before.

cassie's moans turn into whines at the feeling of you sucking marks into her skin and driving deeper into her folds. her hand slaps against the foggy window, leaving behind a handprint, and you silently thank god that no one is out here.

you can hear the squeaking of your truck in your ears but you're more focused on the girl riding you like a damn bull.

"shit, cass. you look so pretty riding me like this," you sloppily kiss her jaw and moan into her ear.

"i'm close, baby. so f-fucking close."

you scramble to press your thumb to her clit and rub tight circles. cassie screws her eyes shut and kisses you hard, moaning whorishly into your mouth. you feel her body tensing up with her orgasm and you're just at your limit too.

it's almost like cassie can tell you're about to bust because when she opens them, those eyes are full of mischief. cassie presses her hand against the ceiling of your truck and pushes down with all her might just so you can't pull her off your cock.

"fucking hell, cassie." you moan, toes curling inside your shoes and filling her up with your cum. cassie bites her lip and moans, gyrating her hips as much as she possibly can.

once your high fades and your mind is catching up with what cassie had just done, you laugh with a hint of nervousness tinting it.

"you're wild." you say and push the hair out her face. "you could get pregnant."

cassie smiles shyly and shrugs a shoulder. "i wouldn't mind if it was by you," she mumbles.

you stare at her for a few moments and cassie starts to get a bit a nervous.

"i-i'm sorry! that was so stu-" cassie is cut off by you pressing a finger to her lips.

"do you really want my kids?" you ask with a glint in your eyes. cassie nods and you chuckle. "okay."

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its a crime that today is school. ugh. going thru another week. of hell. 😭🙄

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After the Smoke Clears (Himeno x G/N! Reader)

Summary: Your heart raced excitedly at her bold invitation. In the short time you’d spoken to her, you were already captivated. What’s the harm in getting to know her a bit more intimately? It's another long and boring night at the bar your work at. That is, until an intriguing devil hunter catches you staring.

Word count: 1k Chainsaw Man Master List

CW: suggestive themes (not smut), smoking, shotgunning, reader is a bartender, implied sex later, Minors DNI

Notes: this is my first fic for Chainsaw Man! I absolutely adore this series and all of the characters, I had to start writing for it! Please enjoy :) Read this work on AO3!

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You wished you had called out of work. If you had known how slow of a night it was going to be, you probably would’ve just cut your losses and stayed home. But instead of reacting appropriately to the news of a nearby devil attack, you thought nothing of it and continued getting ready for your shift. The attacks were becoming more common, more normal. And while the event surely led to a dead night at the restaurant, you still needed money. People still needed to drink.

You absentmindedly continued to clean glasses behind the bar, observing the patrons who actually braved to come out. A few regulars, a couple on a date in the corner, a pack of hungry looking men prowling the floor, the dullest cast of characters for the evening. Fucking kill me. You looked up at the red, neon clock above the liquor bottles. Time dragged on and on, the end of your shift still felt so far away. You were dying for something interesting to happen.

Loud, grating voices caught your attention from the doorway, emanating from a pair of scruffy looking teenagers. Hitting each other, screaming and laughing in each other’s faces. Not the type of excitement you were looking for. Terrific.

“Knock it off. Both of you.” Stern, cold words broke up the commotion. A tall man entered behind the bickering teens, well put together in a neat suit and top knot.

“‘Tis not my fault! Denji started it!”

“You’re a fucking liar! She hit me first!”

“Enough,” Another cool, frustrated response. If you were him, you’d probably be over their shit too. “Quit being brats and go sit over there.”

The two punks raced to the corner booth, immediately resuming their bickering like children. No, more like wild pups. You could feel a headache start to form like an ice pick being driven into your temple. You’d kill for a smoke right about now.

“Ay, Aki. Lighten up, will ya?” A cheery, raven haired woman’s voice soothed the air as she floated through the doorway. “We killed a devil today! They’re excited, let them have their fun.” Devil hunters? Guess that explained the suits and ties, they must have been from Public Safety. They probably killed the devil that attacked the area earlier today. You continued to study the mysterious women from the refuge of the bar. For a devil hunter, she seemed remarkably chipper…

Perceiving you watch her, she tilted her head towards you to see you with her singular teal eye. And as she flashed a playful smile your way, your heart fluttered in your chest. Heat creeped up your neck and into your cheeks. Shit. You quickly returned to polishing the bone dry glass you still grasped in your hand. This is what you get for people watching a little too closely. But how could you not watch this woman?

You braved to peel your eyes off the floor and to your mild horror, she was approaching the bar. The protesting yells of her younger companions followed as she waved her hand behind her. “I’ll be back, don’t worry.” What should I say? Before you could really react, she had pulled up a seat in front of you, a pleasant, droll smile across her lips.

“Hey, you’re kinda cute.” Each word dripped from her lips like honey as her chin lay propped on her palm. She was brazen, straightforward. Perhaps a straightforward reply was what was needed after being caught red handed.

“Likewise, it’s not every day I come across a Devil Hunter with an actual personality.”

She chuckled, turning towards the back booth. “You should meet those guys, they’re brimming with personality.”

You craned your neck slightly to check on the group. The younger boy and girl fought over plates of appetizers, pushing each other while shoveling food into their faces. Their chaperone looked back at the women who had your attention, eye twitching and on the verge.

“Nah, maybe another time. You’re the one who’s got my attention.”

“Fair enough,” she laughed, her singular teal eye flashing in the light. “Can I know your name?”

“That depends, can I get you a drink?”

“Oh, you’re after my own heart. A draft– actually, make that two drafts. My buddy looks thirsty too.”

“Coming right up.” As you wandered around behind the bar, the woman kept her gaze fixed on you, observing every motion through her dilated pupil. You placed the dripping, frothy beers onto the wooden table top, leaning in a little closer to the mysterious woman who solely held your attention. “The name’s Y/N.”

She looked at you through her heavy lid, face spreading into a wider smile. “Y/N,” she pronounced languidly, your eyes memorizing the way her lips formed every syllable. “You wanna come back to my place after your shift is over?”

Your heart raced excitedly at her bold invitation. In the short time you’d spoken to her, you were already captivated. What’s the harm in getting to know her a bit more intimately?

“I don’t even know your name. Maybe then I’ll give you an answer.”

“You’re a tease,” she smiled coyly, reaching into her jacket pocket for a pack of cigarettes. “And I do like a chase.” She placed the filtered end between her lips and lit, an exhale of smoke without breaking eye contact with you. “Want a smoke?”

“Manager won’t let us smoke on the clock I’m afraid,” you feigned a pout. Your companion tilted her head in thought before raising her cigarette to her lips again. “Then come here.”

Elbows pressed against the bartop, you lean over. She placed a warm hand on your cheek as she inhaled, labradorite eye blown wide as she brought you to her lips. Menthol smoke filled your lungs as her deft tongue swiped at your lips for invitation. Even after the smoke was gone, the two of you continued to explore each other before breaking for air. With puffy lips, she grabbed the two beers you had poured, now dripping with condensation.

“The name’s Himeno. I’ll come grab you before your shift ends, ok?” And with a cheery smile, she walked back to the booth with her companions. You took a deep breath in to regain your composure and looked up at the clock. Almost an hour left before you were free to go, but your stomach buzzed in anticipation for what the rest of the night had in store with Himeno. At least tonight finally became interesting.

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spit on my grave, but kiss my mouth!

anime: chainsaw man

characters: hayakawa aki, kishibe, yoshida hirofumi, himeno

summary: they hate you, they can feel it in their bones, but at the first opportunity to kiss you? who wouldn't take that chance?

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, some name-calling, somebody tries to lush to get y/n's number in yoshida's, kishibe is in his late 20s bc holy smokes he would outshine the whole cast if he is was younger in the anime no lie, kishibe is also a little flirty in this bc that's how he was when he was younger, smoking, drinking (y/n gets a little tipsy), reference to nsfw themes but its legit just the lines "you need an s/o bc you're so tense all the time" and "we didn't... did we?", y/n and kishibe go home together, also a bit suggestive in himeno's part

↣ hayakawa aki

if there was anything he hated more than anything, aki absolutely despised slackers. anyone who postponed their work til the last minute, and for the result to be the most sloppy piece of shit he has ever seen. which is why he didn't understand why makima would ever think of hiring someone like you as a devil hunter.

you stood there, your uniform messily put on — for god's sake, your tie was undone, just hanging around your neck! even power and denji dressed better than you. how could these devils do better than a devil hunter?

you sat atop makima's desk, getting the crumbs of your sandwich all over her furniture. aki visibly cringed. how could you be so careless?

it wasn't like you were unattractive, it's just the way you acted at work that made aki dislike you. and in front of your superior. truthfully, the only reason makima hired you was because of your amazing skill as a hunter without the use of contracts. if you weren't so useful...

when he first met you, aki would admit, he was intrigued. you were pretty, and makima had brought you in to interview you. you were splattered in devil's blood, and you looked serious.

yet the moment that you locked eyes with aki, your demeanour changed. you were suddenly so sloppy. he saw the way you held out your bloodied hand to shake his, how you lazily threw your dirty coat on the couch. he knew from then on, that your looks were a waste, perhaps.

"are you finished, y/n?" makima asked, walking into her office in her trench coat. aki was called there for a morning briefing, so imagine his disappointment when he saw you instead. you nodded your head, hopping off the desk and sweeping the mess you made into the nearby bin. "good. now, you two are teaming up for your next mission."

aki wanted to refuse, so badly. he watched as you tugged on your loose collar, shirt not even tucked in, and stood beside him. he listened to makima outline the upcoming mission, and also listened to how often you yawned or shifted in your spot. you seemed so unintetrsted.

aki's never been on a mission with you, but he's seen the mess you leave behind, more than he would've left. and he's seen you guiltlessly nap in the car while everyone else cleaned up your leftovers.

you were careless when you fought, as seen when you dodge under the attack of a devil and trip over debris on the floor. aki slides in with his unpowered sword, slicing the mutated arm away and shielding you from another attack.

"get up, dumbass!" he calls, looking over his shoulder to see you brushing off dust from your lap.

"relax, geez. i'm up, i'm up." you scoff back, picking up your weapon again. aki wanted to slap some sense into you. "i'm so tired, let's get this done."

the fight continued on until it was at what seemed to be the climax. you were both beaten down, the devil on the brink of giving up. but you gripped your weapon tighter, rushing towards the enemy with determination. you were growing tired of this fight, both mentally and physically. you were imagining yourself at home, in front of the tv with some food in your hands. anywhere but here.

"aki?" you call, looking around the scene. you couldn't find him, and it was worrying you. "aki!"

you were met with silence, making you scowl and continue on trying to defeat the devil. maybe by then, you'll be able to find him and bring him back to makima for help. god, you hated dead weight.

with a few attacks landing on the devil, aki finally stands from his position beneath debris. he had been hit into a wall, making the ceiling fall over him. when he had made himself visible. you glance at him, relieved.

"y/n..." he heaves, drawing his sword. he was bleeding from his shoulders and you could count the tears and cuts in his uniform. and he blamed you for being dirty...

before you can speak, the devil immediately charges towards him. you widen your eyes, racing after it. "aki!"

he breathes in heavily, trying to gather his focus. but his vision is just so blurry that he can't think properly. the blood he's lost has already made him hazy, all he can hear is the loud footsteps of the devil. his joints click and falter as he tries to take his normal fighting stance. he's weak and you can see it.

with all your might, you rush towards him. you couldn't let him die, not someone as strong and admirable as him. while you knew he disliked you (aki definitely wasn't the most subtle), you couldn't deny his worth as a hunter, and as a person. you looked up to him.

aki doesn't know what is happening until he sees you jump high in the air and thrust your weapon to pierce through the devil's skin, knocking it off course. as it skids to the side, you tumble to the ground, rolling on the ground and getting dirt and blood all over you. aki blinks, clueless.

"are you alright, aki?" you huff out, tired. he slowly hums in confirmation. you send him a smile, which makes him gulp. "that's a relief."

the devil turns back to him though, not stopping on its tracks to get to aki. by this time, you're in front of your co-worker, holding your weapon to prepare yourself. with a deep breath, you wait for the devil to come closer before dealing the final blow, ending the devil's life.

once the devil falls lifeless, you let out a loud whine, "agh, finally! ah, i'm so beat!" you fall to the floor, knees giving out beneath you. aki watches you stay on the ground, wiping the sweat off from your brow. with a click of his tongue, he falls to the ground as well. you turn to look at him, blinking. "ah, aki. that devil really fucked you up, huh?"

you laugh makes him even more weak. you move closer to him, taking his chin and turning his head to see his bruises. "we should get you back to the office. i'll patch you up before denji and power see you, alright? they'd piss themselves seein' you like this." you joke, patting his shoulder. your carefree attitude was so irritable...but he couldn't deny that your words made him feel lighter.

so when he pushes forward and presses his lips to yours, he knows why his heart pulses harder when he's around you. he likes you. his palm rests on your neck to hold you in place, making you lean your hands on both sides of his waist to balance yourself. aki squeezes his eyes shut, as if to keep himself from seeing your shocked face.

you were speechless, frozen. but once you settled in, you kissed him back. you tasted like blood — maybe that was his own since he cut his lip — but neither of you seemed to mind. his harsh hand against the back of your head suddenly goes soft, trailing down to brush your cheek.

he sighed against your lips, upturned brows. he felt like he needed this. he needed you.

aki was mysterious with his true feelings, but this was the first glimpse into them. you let out a small sigh as you pull away.

"you—..." you mumble out, covering your mouth as you sit up straight. his hand leaves your cheek, now gripping the debris beneath him. he felt so embarrased. "idiot aki. c'mon, let's get outta' here first."

you heave aki over your shoulder, his arm over while yours is wrapped around his middle. he was also speechless, blushing so red that he kept his head down so you couldn't see. his heart was beating faster at your touch. but to kiss you? he was truly crazy, wasn't he?

↣ kishibe

"can you smoke somewhere else?" you scoff, bringing your glass to your lips. the rest of the room was filled with slight chatter, the sound if cups being clinked together.

"you see any spare seats at this bar?" kishibe asks, putting his lighter away into his pocket. the bar allowed smoking, one of the only bars in the neighbourhood that still did. he watched you roll your eyes and finish your drink, asking the bartender for another. "you're so uptight, ya'know?"

"you're the most annoying person i've ever been paired up with." you groan, watching your glass get refilled. you take your glass once more and glare at kishibe. "those things kill you."

"you drink." he says, putting down his own cold alcoholic beverage. you click your tongue at him. "you act like you're so much better than me."

"you smoke and drink, you smug asshole." you grunt, feeling a little woozy from the past hour of non-stop drinking you and kishibe have been partaking in.

this was his idea, saying that you needed to wind down. you enjoyed a few drinks every now and then, but today had been particularly hard on you. makima was really ripping into after a devil got away, making you go after them again with your partner present this time. you felt embarrassed at your loss. as much as you were strong, kishibe hated how weak you were.

there was no denying that you were somewhat talented, so why weren't you getting stronger? kishibe was already tired from his own work, but when he was paired with you, his job got even harder. you were lazy with your work, leaving hints of your weaknesses everywhere you stepped. and you wondered why. kishibe couldn't handle how much if a rule-follower you were when your strength wasn't anything impressive. sometimes he'd with you'd abandon your work and finally leave all this stuff behind. such an attractive person like you shouldn't be burning their brain trying to work as a devil hunter.

"why don't you just drink and shut up?" kishibe huffs, keeping his cigarette between his fingers. he blew the smoke into the air above you, making you cover your nose and scowl at him. you hated smoking, all the reason why you disliked being partnered up with him. he wasn't kishibe without his smokes. "you're do tense all the time, you need a girlfriend or boyfriend or something. maybe you'll relax a lil'."

"and you're telling me to shut up." you groan, waving the smoke away. kishibe rolls his eyes leaning his elbows into the counter. "you know what, kishibe? i've seriously had enough of—of your attitude."

he watches you down glass after glass; it was kicking in, the alcohol. he was wondering how long it would take before you started slurring your words. it was subtle, but kishibe has never seen you like this, not yet at least. it would be a fun way to tease you tomorrow morning when you come in to work. you glare at him, blinking a few times. he waited impatiently for you to collect your words.

"ever since i met you, you've been a pain in my ass, always runnin' your pretty mouth and rolling your pretty eyes at me." you complain, continuing to drown yourself in the sweet drinks you were taking. kishibe sighs to himself, already knowing that you'll be too drunk to pay your own bill. he pulls out his wallet to start counting bills as you go on to 'insult' him. he'd have to be careful now, he was starting to feel the alcohol too. "if you weren't so strong, i'd kick your ass myself!"

"oh yeah?" he says, deciding on when to stop you from ordering. he calls down the bartender for a few more glasses for you and himself. "you're too weak to pull somethin' like that, sweetheart. can't even hold your own against a low rank devil. need someone strong to protect you, huh?"

"what? says who?" you say, voice raising a little. he hated it when you did that, it was so annoying. you were so childish for someone only a year younger than him. "i was doing perfectly fine without you! makima needed me to babysit you..."

"what are you even goin' on about?" he huffs, taking in some smoke, "do you even know what i'm saying? are you that drunk?"

while you were a little tipsy, you definitely weren't drunk. you were just slurring your words a little, but you were conscious. you weren't saying anything you wouldn't say sober. you knew what you were doing, and how you were acting.

"'course not, shithead. i'm not getting drunk in front of you." you tell him, gulping down another drink. he thinks that maybe your tolerance is moderately high. "i'm just sayin', you're never gonna' get married if you're like that. you're lucky i tolerate you, somebody has to."

he raises a brow at that, then taking one last huff of his cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray provided. "so you're saying i'll only get married if my romantic partner tolerates me?"

"duh." you scoff, tilting your head at him. was he getting drunk? it was also your heightened confidence that he found annoying.

"and you're the only one who tolerates me?" kishibe presses.

"yeah." you answer so quickly that you don't even think. once you realise what you've said, you put your glass down. your face was burning now, and you didn't know whether it was because of the drinks or him. he chuckles. "shut up..."

"mhm." he hums out, now leaning close to you. your shoulders nearly press against each other. he sees no sign of you moving away, but you begin to stare at him, unable to figure out which eye to look at. "you wanna' kiss me?"

you let out a small sigh, glancing down at his lips for a second. but you harden your stare in his eyes.

"or are you asking me to kiss you?" he offers. your eyes widen a little at that, and it seems he has his answer already. but you were so cute like this, he just had to tease you. "but i've been smoking. it'll taste like it, y'know?"

"just let me find out." you mumble, placing a hand on the side of his stool, against his thigh, "kiss me once?"

"well, shit." he chuckles out, now resting a hand on your cheek. you blink at him, feeling comfortable against his palm. "you've got a little crush on me."

you furrow your brows and mumble out, "s—so?"

"ain't that cute?" he says, brushing his thumb against your cheek, "you're not gonna' slap me if i kiss you, are ya'?"

"only if you keep on wasting time." you huff, fist against the bar top. you would never ask him something like this out of the blue. but the atmosphere around you both... it felt suitable. a small smile dawns on his lips at your eagerness.

"fine." he sighs out, leaning forward and finally connecting lips with yours. you hold your breath, not really expecting him to do it. your hand on the stool tightens its grip as he slides his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. your lips were so soft, and warm. he can tell that you haven't kissed many people, but that doesn't matter. he never thought he'd be kissing you either.

he had been smoking for the past hour, so he did taste like smoke. while you hated the taste, now, it was sort of masked by the drinks you were both having. and you just couldn't get it out of your head that you were kissing kishibe. the man you kinda' hated.

the kiss didn't last as long as either of you would've wanted, but it's a public place and you only asked for a sample. when he pulls away, you open your eyes to see his smug smile that always makes you irritated. but this time, you're just plain embarrassed. he begins to laugh at you softly, making you click your tongue and push his face away.

"d—don't talk about it." you say, standing up and grabbing your coat. you pay for your drinks with a tip and avoid eye contact with your partner. he downs the rest of his drink and puts his own money down. you begin to walk to the exit before kishibe reaches out and holds your wrist. you glare back at him. "what?"

"can't let you go home all by yourself." he says, standing up and shrugging his trench coat on. you squint at him. "and you don't wanna' let lil' ol' me walk home alone either, do you? let's take a cab to yours."

"seriously?" you mumble under your breath, walking to the exit with him behind you. "fine... you can sleep on the couch."

"aw, such a pity."

↣ yoshida hirofumi

"yoshida, may i speak with you for a moment?" the teacher asks after the bell rings, making everyone in the class turn to their classmate. a playful 'ooh' rang around the room to tease him, making yoshida roll his eyes with a smile. the rest of the class begins to tidy their things up until the teacher speaks up again. "class president, please wait outside for a few minutes.

you look up from your desk, blinking at your teacher. but you nod your head. "yes, ma'am." you respond, fixing your uniform and taking your bag, heading outside with your friends.

yoshida can't help but roll his eyes at the way you walk out of the classroom, all preppy and gracious. you don't even look at him, as if he was scum compared to you. the two of you weren't friends and that was clear enough. you were the class president and needed to keep everyone in order. the rest of the class had liked you and you were friends with other classes too. but the only one who didn't like you was yoshida hirofumi.

you told him that the school didn't allow all those piercings and that the standard were the studs. but he came back the next day with another piercing, showing it off with a diamond earring that he wore once for the purpose of pissing you off. you reprimanded him, disliking his laidback attitude and how he didn't take school seriously. what a waste of a student. you knew plenty of people who would do way better in his position. someone like you knew this and hated that he didn't.

yoshida hated how uptight you were and how you were such a stickler for the rules. he knows that he's not a good student, but why were you always on his ass for it? there were other people in the class — hell, there were tons of other people in the school that you could've been paying attention to, but you chose him. he hated it so much.

"to cut it short, yoshida, your grades have been dropping severely." the teacher had said, making the student snap back into reality. he stands up straight again, nodding his head. "i've decided to allocate you a tutor for all of your classes. you and—"

"don't say l/n."

"... l/n will be meeting on your own terms to study. they're an excellent student and have tutored many of your classmates, yoshida, there is no need to worry." the teacher continued, handing him a stack of papers. he holds them, heaving them under his arms. "practice exams, practice essay, practice tests. you will go through all of these with l/n."

"seriously?" yoshida huffs out, rubbing the back of his neck, "for how long?"

"until your grades are better." the teacher explains, sitting down to grade their quiz from today, "i understand that the two of you aren't close, but make-do for now. you need to rely on them."

"i understand." he sighs, taking the work and leaving the classroom. he sees you standing next to the door, bag on your shoulder as you read a book. he wants to cringe at the cliché scene. "hey. you're tutoring me."

"i know." you respond, tucking your book into your bag and starting on your way, "we're heading to the city library."

"wait, what? you knew?" he says, falling into step beside you. you nod your head. he knits his brows at you as you exit the school. "great. now i gotta' spend months with you."

"just get your grades up and you're fine." you respond, looking to the sky for some patience. he was already getting annoying. "trust me, even a delinquent like you can pass the next exam."

"you talk a lotta' shit for a goody-two-shoes." he huffs, swinging his bag recklessly around. the two of you board a train towards the city and you take the papers from yoshida, flicking through them and making notes of what to teach him. he watches you from his spot beside you. "even your handwriting is blinding. why is it so... neat?"

"you mean readable?" you scoff, looking at him with an aggravated expression. why did he talk so much? "i'm doing this for you."

"why did you even agree to this if we don't like each other?" he asks you, watching the roof of the strangely empty train. you look back to the work, sorting them into sections. "you have a secret crush on me or something?"

"what? no, idiot." you scoff, shaking your head, "i just don't want you to fall behind. it'd be a shame for everyone else to graduate without you." he looks back to you, a surprised look on his face. but you look away, outside. "don't look too much into it, yoshida. just trying to keep the class average up."

"yeah, whatever..." he mumbles, going back to hating you. any sliver of you being genuinely nice was now gone. he just listened to the way the train rolled across the tracks. he listened to you scribble down your notes.

he had watched countless people confess to you. just yesterday, a girl handed you a bouquet of flowers — your favourite ones, apparently — and confessed to you that she had feeling for you for a year. but you rejected her, apologising and saying that you did not return her feelings. it felt somewhat cold, yoshida was watching from around the corner. luckily you didn't notice him, you probably would've told him off for not doing his class duties.

he never understood the appeal to you. why did so many people want you?

a few minutes kater, you were in the library, setting up your things in a private study area. you gave him some work to try out and pulled out your own things to do. he sighs, taking out his pencil case to write on the paper, "put on some music or something."

"this is a library, yoshida." you retort, rolling your eyes, "just do your work and show me when you're done."

"jesus, i can't believe people actually like you." he groans, leaning back in his chair. you blink at his insult. "i don't understand why everyone flocks around you and throw themselves in your direction."

"i'm the class president, people come to me for advice all the time. maybe if you showed up to class more than one a week you'd notice." you huff out, glaring at him, "people like me because i'm good help."

"singing your own praises?" he snickers, flipping through the booklet. he hated how confident you were in yourself when he really saw you as overbearing. even the way you sat there, writing with your perfect handwriting. "i can't deal with you, president."

"i couldn't tell." you sigh, standing up. he watches your movements. "i'm going to grab you a book go borrow for the next week. it has all you need to know on the book we studied this semester. i don't have enough time to explain everything to you before the exams since it's in a few months. but that book will help."

"yay..." he mumbles out, moving onto the next set of questions. he waited for you to come back with your stupid book, but enough time had passed that it was suspicious. he even finished the booklet that you gave him, and that took him a while. he looks around the library, seeing few people walking about. "where are they go? don't tell me they abandoned me here..."

he stands up, positive your stuff would stay safe, and begins to look through the aisles. he doesn't see you yet, and he's getting pissed out. you made him come here, and you just ditched? that's so 'un-presidently' of you.

but he hears your voice in the next aisle, sounding pissed off. like always, when you spoke to him.

"thank you for showing me where the book is, but i should get going." you say, yoshida standing at the other end of the aisle, out of your sight. he could see the boom you were holding and your stupid hair, but you were blocked off by someone else. "please leave me alone."

"aw, what? i help you find your book and this is the thank i get?" the taller person says, hand against the bookshelf to keep you from walking off. you roll your eyes at them. "c'mon, just your number, that's all i ask for."

"it's your job to help people in the library find their books. you work here." you explain, tucking the book under your arm, "i don't owe you anything other than a 'thank you'."

"well i take my 'thank you's in dates." they respond. yoshida sighs, clenching his fists and walking towards the both of you. "what's somebody gotta' do to land one with you—"

"leave 'em alone, asshole." yoshida scoffs, tugging the worker back and standing in between the both of you. you widen your eyes at him before looking away, a bit ashamed to need his help. but yoshida is glaring at the librarian. "they're not interested."

"shit man, i'm sorry, i didn't know they—"

"yeah whatever. get outta here." yoshida scoffs, rolling his eyes. the worker only looks his up and down before walking off, muttering under their breath. once they're gone, yoshida looms to you. "you good?"

"yeah..." you mumble out, rubbing your forehead, "people like that give me a headache.

"mhm." he huns out, seeing how you lean against the bookcase. you stared down st the analytical text in your hands. you were so embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. some like him, protecting you...

you look back up and see his smug face, and you just know that he's aware of how you're feeling.

"who would've guessed it? i had to come to the class president's aid." yoshida chimes, leaning a hand against the bolted down bookshelf. you scowl at him, closing your eyes. "i guess you owe me one now, huh?"

"and once again, you're an ass..." you retort. your little scrunched up face makes yoshida smile. genuinely. he scans your appearance before tilting his head at you.

"what is it that makes people fawn over you so much?" he questions, looking confused. you open your eyes to see him standing closer. "i mean, sure, you're cute, but that's about it, no? your stubbornness ruins it all. as soon as you open your mouth, i wanna burst my ear drums."

"whatever, yoshida. i don't care what you have to say." you mumble back at him.

"see? so mean." he chuckles, take another step closer. you notice but don't say anything, to which he notices as well. out of all the people who have liked you, he's surely standing the closest. you haven't pushed him away, which is strange. you'd usually be out in a second. but you stand your ground. he smiles at you. "how could anyone find that attractive?"

you look to the side for a split second, only for yoshida to come unbearably closer. you can feel his breath on your cheek and his shoulder is against yours. his other hand stays in his pocket while the other braces himself. you hold your own breath.

"maybe people only like your pretty face." he says, not missing a beat as his hand slides down to hold the shelf beside your torso. his wrist slightly grazes your body. you shiver for a second, standing up straighter. yoshida pays attention. "you think so, y/n?"

"no, i—i don't." you stammer. yoshida is surprised when he feels you grasp his shirt, making him lean back jut enough to see your expression. you could barely hold your glare. so cute. "i'm... i'm a good person, so that's why—"

"that's the first thing people notice when they look at you. your looks." he claims, making your face burn hot. but yoshida just smiles at you. "you sayin' i'm wrong?"

you scoff at him, "why are you so close anyway...?" he raises his brows at you, eyes flicking to your lips for more than a second. you realise what he's looking at before you speak again. "yoshida...?"

"you don't seem to mind..." he trails off, "you can always push me away if i get too close..."

you don't say anything as he gets closer and closer until suddenly, he's kissing you. yoshida's hand stays at the shelf to hold himself up, but his other one gently holds your hand against his chest. you're kissing back before you can even think, your other hand still holding onto the book.

he tastes a bit savoury, probably because of the hot lunch he had before. but the drink he had on the table where you two were studying, is sweet. the mixture entices you as you as you are the one to deepen the kiss, pushing forward and catching yoshida by surprise.

you let out a small squeak; it was obvious you weren't experienced. with how seriously you took school, how could you be? yoshida didn't have his fair share of partners either but, he was so gentle with you.

when he pulls away, he opens his eyes to see your dazed look towards him. you gulp once you regain your sense of thought, then leaning back.

"i'm sorry, i—"

"i guess you're not a terrible kisser." he interrupts you, standing up straight and keeping his hands to himself. you feel somewhat relieved, but you nudge yoshida in the stomach due to embarrassment. "hey, stop. maybe that's why people like you."

"i don't go around kissing everyone, shit for brains." you claim, shoving the book into his chest. he stands back with an 'oof', watching you walk out of the aisle.

"so it's just me?" he chuckles, jogging to catch up with you. you glare at him. "how lucky."

↣ himeno

himeno didn't understand why aki spoke so highly of you. her friend, whose opinion was usually right, explained that you were a tremendous hunter and that you were highly respected. so why are you in her apartment, in your shirt and underwear, and eating out of her fridge?

"morning." you say, seeing the groggy himeno coming out of her room. she blinks cluelessly at you. "you hungry? i made breakfast."

"the hell are you doing here?" she grunts, walking closer to you in a hoodie and sweatpants. you look back at her, sorting the breakfast into two bowls. "and why are you using my food?"

"huh? you don't remember? you invited me over last night after drinks." you explain, taking out two spoons and shoving one into the food before pushing the bowl to himeno. "you're wearing my sweater, by the way."

"i was wonder when i bought this." she murmurs to herself. but she then shakes her head, sitting down at the counter and thinking to herself why would she ever invite the person she loathed the most to stay at hers? "we didn't... did we?"

"no, himeno. you were black out drunk, y'know." you say in an obvious tone. she clicks her tongue and eats her food. you begin to eat as well. "did you take the medicine and drink the water i left on your bedside table?"

why were you acting so nice? she gripped her spoon tighter, stopping her movements as she swallows her food. "yes. you didn't have to do that." she thinks she would've preferred if you didn't. now she feels obligated to return the favour.

"it's nothing. i didn't want you to wake up so hungover again." you retort, looking to the ceiling.

she scans you and wonders how you could be so indecent in front of her when you were 'well-respected'. your underwear was showing, you weren't wearing any pants, your shirt was crinkled and loose hanging, your hair was a mess and you just look tired overall. this was not the pristine presentation he was used to.

you catch her staring. "sorry, do you want me to put on my pants? i couldn't find em around here." you admit, looking at the messy floor. himeno feels a little embarrassed at the mess but doesn't keep her eyes off you.

"no, it's fine." she retorts, feeling her eye patch before running her fingers through her hair, "don't you have a mission or something?"

you think for a second before putting down the bowl. "yeah, i think. later, makima wants me to check something out with her." you tell her, watching her roll her eyes, "what's wrong?"

"you in love with her too?" she scoffs.

"no?" you say, tilting your head, "she's my boss."

"oh." you'd be the first she'd hear doesn't like her. she sits up straight on her stool. "really?"

"yeah, really." you say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, making himeno stop. you continue to eat your food. "i don't date superiors."

"right..." she mumbles back, confused. but you accidentally drop your spoon on the floor, making you curse quietly. she's never heard you swear, and she stares at you.

you lick your thumb, a little bit of sauce on it, before you turn to her with wide eyes. "ah, sorry, himeno. paper towels?"

she points to the cupboard and finishes her food, watching you clean up your mess. you're not really clumsy, she knows, so seeing you drop something was strange. you were usually moving so perfectly...

"you always like this?" she hums out, chin in her hand.

you put the towels in the bin and take your empty bowls (hers as well) and clean them. "i'm sorry, i live alone. so no one really sees me mess up." you admit.

himeno hates your voice. you don't speak much, but when you do, she's rolling her eyes. what you have to say is usually so inspiring to the other hunters, but she finds them cheesy. kobeni was brought to happy tears by what you said to her before a mission, which made himeno stop everyone and wait for kobeni to stop crying.

you're so high and mighty. everyone loves you and you try to be so mysterious. she never understood why everyone liked you, why everyone tolerated you when you don't do anything. maybe you're strong, stronger than aki and kishibe, but you were just praised so much that she hated you.

but seeing you now, all over the dishes and struggling to clean the things you used, it makes you feel more human to her. she watches you from the counter, hearing you curse to yourself as the dishwashing soap falls from your hand and into the soapy water. you turn to her to see if she saw. she did. you embarrassed yourself, and you sheepishly look away. she smiles. and stops as soon as she realises she is.

you were like some high school kid watching themselves around their crush. the way you glanced at her told her all she needed to know.

"i'm gonna go and change." she says, standing up from her stool and moving to her bedroom. she doesn't wait for your reply, but she heard a faint 'okay' from her room.

she didn't understand the change. admittedly, last night was the only time she's seen you outside of work hours, where no devils were there to stop you from being just you. you were sitting quietly, listening to everyone speak. you didn't know what to say.

after you finish the dishes, you try to clean up around the living room and kitchen. there were blankets and pillows all on the floor, maybe she was having a party or something. but you pick them up, fold them, put them in their place. and you finally find your pants, sliding them on happily.

you look for your belt under the couch when you hear someone clear their throat. looking up, you see himeno standing in her work attire with her arms crossed.

"hey, i'm looking for something, sorry." you say, standing up. she hands you your hoodie, which you plan on putting over your work shirt and tie. you just needed to find your belt and you would be set. "i'll be ready soon—oof!"

you fall onto the couch, on your back, as himeno moves forward and clambers over you. she gives you a pointed look as you stare up at her, feeling your face heating up. you gulp, one hand bracing the cushion of the couch, and the other hanging off the side. she's loosely straddling one of your thighs, hovering above you as her hand still on the sides of your head.

"h—himeno—"

"do you have a crush on me?" she interrupts you, tilting her head.

"what? that would be unprofessional, i—i couldn't..." you begin, losing your voice as you feel how close she is to you. your heart speeds up. "i'm sorry..."

"i knew it..." she huffs, leaning to the side a little. she scans your face, how your eyes stay on her. "you're terrible at hiding it."

"i'm sorry." you say, gulping. she was leaning closer, and you were getting nervous. "please don't hate me for it. we're partners."

"i bet you wish we were more." she jokes, gently grasping your chin so you look her dead in the eyes. you look like a poor deer in headlights. "i already hate you. everyone talks about how cool and how strong you are. and you suck it all in, go along with it. makes you feel better, doesn't it?"

"what?" you whisper out, blinking innocently.

"i hate people like you." she says, enjoying how you helplessly stared at her. you looked so hopeless — hopelessly in love with her. without a word more, she leans down and softly connects her lips with yours.

you hold your breath, keeping still as she kisses you. it was so out of the blue — didn't she say she hated you? you carefully move your free hand to the back of her neck, squeezing your eyes shut and missing her back eagerly.

her hand drops from your chin, dragging down to stop at your waist, holding you from there. your breathing hitches, and you pull away slightly to gasp. she catches your lips again, setting herself down to straddle you properly. she continues to kiss you as you sit up slightly, elbows bent to hold your weight.

you felt hot in the face, you knew you were embarrassing yourself by being such a klutz. but as her lips leave yours, you almost chase. himeno was an enchantress. you loved her smell, the sound of her voice, the way she walked. and here she was, saying how much she hated you.

"i—i thought you didn't like me." you huff out, sitting up straight to be face to face with himeno. your lidded eyes and dazed expression made her hold her breath for a moment. but, as if you've gathered your confidence, you begin to lean in again. "do... you not wan—"

"don't you have to meet up with makima?" she says, placing a hand on your chest and shoving you back to lay down again with a huff. she hops off your, moving to grab her shoes. "c'mon, before you're late and your amazing reputation is ruined."

you take a moment to gather yourself. your hair was even more messed up, and you stared at the roof with a heavy heart. it was beating fast, making you take in a deep breath and sit up, fixing your outfit and hair. you look behind you, seeing your belt underneath the pillow. after standing up and putting it on, you see himeno waiting for you.

she was leaning against the wall, watching you scramble to put your shoes on. she herself was wondering why she had kissed you too. you were always good-looking, but the way you acted pissed her off. did your prettiness really cloud her judgement.

she looks down to you sitting on the floor, struggling to tie your shoelaces. she chuckles.

no, she just met the real you today.

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