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danka27 · 4 months
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Coul I request A,O, Y with the Joker please? Love you're work!!
Thank you!!
A - Attachment: How do they become obsessed?
Already answered here! ^^
O - Outrage: What makes them furious?
Joker hates it when the authorities try to take you away from him! Bats is fine, he trusts him, but the cops? Nooo, thank you! Really, you should just be surrendered to him! Being with him is so much safer than being amount the corrupted pigs that make up Gotham's boys in blue. Lying to you, trying to turn you against him, spewing such slander... He'll- he'll sue! And then, he'll rip their lungs out!
Joker also gets outraged by you interacting with (or even being near) anyone that isn't him or his small list of people given the okay to talk to you. He's not mad with you, of course! No, never. Perish the thought! His ire is directed at the worthless wastes of space who dare thought themselves worthy of your presence. Worry not, dearest! Good ol' J will rid the world of those scumbags, just for you.~
Y - Yearning: How much do they pine for their darling? (Before kidnapping and/or in jail)
Joker does take a good while before he confesses to you. Collecting information on your life, your interests, schedule, the layout of your home... He's fascinated by you and everything about you, but he's also one to appreciate the chase. The waiting. The pining. There's a certain rhythm to these things! One can't pounce upon their prey before suitably playing with their food first, so to speak.
When he's locked back up in Arkham, he'll be so mopey about being away from you. He'll write poems or love letters for or about you - when these are inevitably found, the guards refuse to send them out and the works are immediately destroyed.
It's not all bad, of course. It gives The Joker more time to come up with new plans, and he knows he'll end up making another escape attempt, anyway. Plus, absence does make the heart grow fonder...
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danka27 · 4 months
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Yandere!Joker x Reader with Chronic Pain Headcanons
💚 After being captured by The Joker, you were terrified. Anyone in your position would be, even if you were, apparently, the object of the clown's affection. You were under the watchful eyes of both The Joker's lackeys and the Clown Prince of Crime himself, and the thought of angering them was horrific. So you tried to keep your mouth shut. Most of the time, the pain was somewhat bearable, but being restrained in such a manner made it agonizing.
💜 You can't hold it together. Who could? Your muscles screamed in pain. Your head pounded and throbbed. Your whole body was alight in agony. Your body heaved as you began to quietly sob. What else could you do but cry? Maybe you'd at least be able to cry yourself to sleep to escape the pain judt for a moment - but a sudden explosion of noise makes you wince and flinch, migraine pounding in your skull. The Clown quickly took notice of your tears and read his goons the riot act. Who did it? Who hurt his darling? Was it him? What about him? Nobody answered, though. He muttered something about cowardice before kneeling in front of you, cupping your face in his gloved hands, asking in a soft voice what was wrong. Disoriented and tired, you told him.
💚 You assumed this aspect of you would make him turn on you. Maybe, hopefully, see you as not worth keeping and send you off if you're really lucky. But if anything, this made The Joker more protective of you. None of his men were allowed to touch you. He didn't trust them not to make anything worse. Only he could help you unless it was an emergency. He kept you locked up in his room almost at all times. The TV was on at all times, you were left with some things to read and games that would strain you, all while laying on the comfiest bed he was able to pilfer in the dead of night. Oh! And the very soft handcuff he attached to the bedpost to keep you from running off, of course. Only the best for you, sweetheart.
💜 He'd make sure to get anything he thinks may help. Ointments, medicines, heating pads and ice packs… Hell, he might just kidnap doctors or physical therapists to begin a care plan if he had even the slightest inkling it may help. He wanted to show you just how deeply he cared for you. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you. No lengths he would not go. All he could hope for is that you'll see how much he truly adores you. That you feeling okay and being without pain was all he could ever hope for, ever dream of.
💚 One night, while you lay together with something playing on the TV, both of you silhouetted by the light of the television, does he tell you. After his impromptu bath in the ACE Chemicals factory, he was left with lifelong burning sensations. They came and went. Sometimes he could hardly see or breathe. Other times, he could hardly feel anything at all, like he'd gone entirely numb. Nobody else really knew, but he wanted you to. To know he understood. To know you weren't alone.
💜 He loves making you laugh! Maybe now even more so than he already did. Laughter is the best medicine, after all! And he's so glad he could take your mind off your pain, even if just for a moment. 
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danka27 · 4 months
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If you're still taking requests, would you be able to do something again with Arkhamverse Joker?? (Or even Scarecrow, ANYTHING with that skinny lil horror boy please) I love ALL of your Batman work.
Just give me anything, I'm starving for some dark and creepy batvillians.
“Alright, sweetheart, just tell me who did it,” The Joker cooed from behind you, his hands resting at the plush blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
Both you and The Clown stood in front of the maw of the Sionis Steel Mill. You hadn't been outside in so long. The thought of making a run for it flitted through your mind, but you just as quickly discarded it. Joker was holding you pretty tight, but even if you broke free from his grip, presented before you was a line of Joker's men desperate to do anything to gain their boss's favor. And even if you made it through all that, you were smack dab in the middle of Arkham City. If the elements or starvation didn't get to you first, it'd be the other inmates - especially if they had gotten any inkling you might be precious to The Clown Prince of Crime.
Somehow, beyond all odds, you were the most safe in the arms of Gotham's most dangerous criminal.
Even with the multiple layers covering you, the wind cut through you like a blade. You'd been dressed in specially made pajamas the Joker commissioned, layers of winter clothing, and a large blanket he'd wrapped you up in before escorting you outside. And it made looking upon Joker's gang all the more uncomfortable. 
Compared to you, Joker's men wore precious little. Tank tops or sleeveless hoodies, some wearing no top at all, old worn pants, and their very own clown masks. You couldn't see their eyes, but you imagined that behind their masks, they glowered at you. Why wouldn't they hate you? After all, you were why they were freezing out here. Their boss had given them orders to never, under any circumstances, allow any harm to be brought unto you.
And then, Joker found the bruises.
“I don't want to get anyone in trouble,” You insisted, craving your neck to attempt eye contact with The Joker.
“Nobody's in trouble,” The Clown nuzzled you, voice almost a purr. “I just want to know who did it.”
You bit your lip. Something burned and swirled like a whirlpool in your stomach, rising to your chest. “It was my fault. I bumped into something.”
“Darling, it's okay. I'm not mad. Just point ‘em out for me.”
Your lips quivered and you screed your eyes shut. Burying your face in your hands, your whole body shook. You couldn't do this. You didn't want to. Sure, the guy roughed you up, but at least he didn't fucking kill you. And maybe whoever did it was a criminal at best or monster at worst, but you didn't want someone to die at the hands of The Joker because of you. You weren't supposed to be here. You were supposed to be in Gotham proper, living your ordinary life and not in Joker's base. You weren't supposed to be the object of Joker's obsession. You shouldn't have had to be transported around by goons, goons who were already frustrated and pissed as it was, and only exacerbated by their boss’ obsession with you and threatening them if he even thinks they're looking at you.
God, why was this happening to you? You just want to go home! You couldn't even scream, couldn't even cry, not now, not like this-
One hand released its grip on your shoulder to press against your back and brush soothing circles against you.
“Honey, baby, sweetie-darling, there's no reason to be upset!” Joker hushed. “You're not in any trouble. I'm not mad. I just want to know."
Still shaking, you dared to turn and meet the Clown's gaze. Puffing out a cloudy mist in the icy cold air, you ventured, “You promise you're not angry?”
The Joker beamed, holding up a hand. “Scout's honor!”
The both of you stared at each other for a long moment. His pupils were dilated, acidic green eyes nearly swallowed up by his dilated pupils. He stared back at you with utter adoration. 
Really, him being angry would have been less terrifying.
With a shaky exhale, you nodded. Ripping your eyes from him, you surveyed the crowd. The man in question wasn't hard to find. You knew the mask well. Lime green hair, a red clown nose, red, painted-on cuts and marks across the mask.
He was one of the henchmen ordered to transport you from one part of the base to another. You'd been terrified, shaking, near hyperventilating, and scared stiff to the spot. And he had grabbed you tight enough to bruise and shoved you through the halls, the other goons following behind. Just remembering it lit a spark of fear and anger in your gut. And even still, you hesitated to call him out.
Shivering, you slowly raised a finger to point at him, your digit like a death mark.
“Him,” you breathed out.
“Him?” Joker asked, pointing at the same man.
You nodded. You fought the urge to squeeze your eyes closed as The Joker waved him over.
The masked man approached both of you. You couldn't help but lean further into Joker. You tried to convince yourself it was the cold. He stopped a few feet away, but Joker motioned him even closer, until he was almost right on top of you both.
“This true, Bud?” Joker asked.
The masked man held his tongue for a moment. His whole body seemed tense. And if you had to guess, he was likely glaring daggers at you from behind the mask. And then finally, a soft sigh escaped him, body relaxing as he nodded. 
“Yeah, boss,” he admitted. “It was me.”
“And do you have anything to say to my darling here?”
Your breath caught in your throat as the goon turned directly toward you. You tried to keep totally still. Don't flinch. Don't show fear. You could feel his gaze burn into you. And Joker's grip tightened on your shoulder. Maybe reassuringly. Maybe possessively. 
The masked goon paused, simply staring at you, before he gave a lazy nod. “Yeah. ‘M sorry.”
Huh. That wasn't so bad. Turning to look at Joker you saw him nodding. A relieved smile began to bloom onto your face as you turned back to-
The sound of unfolding metal hit your ears. A gloved hand stretched out and yanking through hair. The stumbling forward of a body and. Your eyes widened as Joker grunted, pocket knife sinking into the man's throat.
He held it there for a moment, looking deep into the eyes of the man behind the mask, before wrenching the knife out. Blood spurted from the man’s neck as he gurgle, clutching his throat. Again, Joker struck, plunging deep into the man's neck and ripping it out. Again. Again. Again. And all you could do was watch, eyes the size of dinner plates and mouth agape in horror.
You finally found the ability to move your body again, and you hunkered down, hiding your eyes with your hands and stumbling back as Joker continued his assault. You shivered and shuddered, beginning to cry. You couldn't see it anymore, but you could hear the sounds of the blade meeting flesh, the desperate and violent gurgles of someone drowning in their own blood, the quick and sharp grunts of Joker as he plunged his knife in and out in and out in and out in and out-
You couldn't tell how long it went on, only that at some point, you couldn't hear anything else besides Joker's shaky breathing and the harsh whistling of the wind. Your hands and cheeks stung from cold and tears.
When you dared to uncover your eyes, The Joker was looking back at you. As if he was waiting for you to see - to see your attacker's head barely connected to his neck, near decapitated. The moment he saw the recognition in your eyes, the man's body was dropped like it was nothing.
"But, but," You stuttered, mouth trying to catch up with your mind. "You said, you said you weren't mad?'
"Not at you, darling," he smiled adoringly. "Never at you."
The Joker pocketed his bloody knife and clapped his hands free, addressing his men. “Now, let that be a lesson for all of you,” the clown leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder. You quickly cuddled into his hold (but only because of the cold. Only that and nothing more). Joker finished with a grin, “anyone who hurts my darling gets the same.”
Breathing heavily, your eyes surveyed the reactions of the henchmen. For some reason, you felt torn on how you felt about them. Pitied Joker's treatment of them, but was highly aware of their perspective of you being an obstacle, inconvenience, or even enemy-
You nearly jumped as Joker brought you out of thoughts by a kiss to the cheek. You were quickly turned around, The Joker guiding you inside and nuzzling against your cheek.
“You must be so stressed out, dear! C’mon, let's get warmed up inside and watch some cartoons!"
And when you're both inside, curled up together in a mound of blankets and cartoons playing on the screen, you tried to convince yourself tje obly reason you held him back was out of fear and to keep out the cold.
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danka27 · 4 months
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Hi!
Im not sure if you take req for btas Joker x reader. But if you do. Can you make one w/ Joker x reader with green eyes and/or just dating hc's?its okay if not,Thanks.
🎪Joker X Reader (Hcs) 💥
Of course I can! I’ll write whatever you or anyone else wants :)). Sorry this took so long!
Reader has green eyes!
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Becoming affiliated romantically with a man like the Joker is likely an intense and chaotic experience.. for the both of you surprisingly. He’s not one for emotional connection, and becoming emotionally attached to someone isn’t something he’s fond of. He likes unpredictability, and since you’re here to stay.. well..
His emotions fluctuate quickly, and at first dating your relationship would be built on very, VERY uncomfortable tension. He can be sincere at one moment, and the other go off to do something he’d find more stimulating. He finds romantic dates droll, and prefers nights out where the two of you try to create as much havoc as you can, even if you don’t really want to. If you perfer a more quiet, intimate time with him, he might Indulge you once every blue moon to his dismay.
He’d love having a green eyed partner, maybe he’d even have a preference to it! In a way, it’s like the two of you match, so he finds it hilarous… not at your expense of course !
He’s not on the best track record with relationships, but he does make an active effort for you at times. He’s very selfish and psychopathic, but at certain moments of the day he makes an attempt at checking in on you if he’s not caught up in a bat scandal. He could have it both ways if he wanted you to join him in his schemes or not. On one hand, because he finds himself attached, he’d rather shove you in some secluded hideout for your saftey. On the other hand, his more dominant hand, he’d love spending all of his time with you!
A very random headcanon, but hed likely make any birthday of yours the BIGGEST deal in the universe. He’s blowing up buildings in your honor, telling everyone that if they don’t wish you a lovely day they’ll have to say it from up above next year.
His jokes likely push boundaries and might be at your expense, though he never makes them to see you upset. He’s inept when it pertains to his partners feelings unless you actively communicate with him or he notices an unsubtle shift in behavior. He’s very suspectable to changes in his partner, and if you’re upset, HES upset.
Isn’t very affectionate through his words, unless he’s calling you a ‘silly Willy snookums bear” or whatever else he can make up at the top of his head. He prefers giving you gifts descreetly or giving you subtle gestures to secretly show he really cares.
He’s very dedicated in a relationship overall. If you agree to date him, then you’re with him eternally. He’s already had an idea for your wedding venue—Batman’s grave !
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danka27 · 4 months
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Flint x Reader Hurt Oneshot
Good lord I had this short story in my grammery for a long time. X'D
Anyway hope you like this folks. I'm trying to get my groove back on writing these stuff. I miss doing them :')
And as always sorry if you see any grammer errors.
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“What the hell happened?!” You’ve gotten used to Flint’s temper after living with him for a while now. This time, however, he was yelling at his crew member after getting hurt from doing something stupid. 
And oh man, this is probably the new record on his wrath that made your heart beat out of fright. 
And also your wound wasn’t too bad. It was only a scratch on your palm. Not too long ago, you wanted to try that dagger trick after you saw someone performing it on the street.
But you accidentally cut yourself after your feet stumbled and grabbed the blades instead of the handle. 
“S-sir we kept an eye on 'er!” One crew protested. "And to be fair cap'n, she wanted to perform this stunt. We didn't make 'er do it!" 
"Is that so?" You saw him look at you coldly which made you bite your lips holding your hand where the wounded were.
He exhales his nostril in irritation and turns his men, mostly at his first mate, Billy. "Take 'em to my ship. I'll be there shortly." 
"Aye, sir!" Billy replied. Then the Captain turns to you and grabs your arm. 
"You and I going have a little talk on yer act," With that, you and he walked away from the crew. When you and he are alone in the dark ally he speaks lowly.
"Let me see yer hand,"  
At first, your instinct tells you not to. Since you are afraid of what he’ll say or do to you. Then you hear your captain repeat in a strict tone.
“Let. Me. See. Yer. Hand.” 
You show your wound nervously and you watch him examine it carefully. After about a few seconds he lets out a frustrated sigh.
“Just what the hell were ye thinkin'?” 
You lowered your head in embarrassment. 
“It’s only a scratch,” You muttered. 
“But that stunt could’ve gotten yourself killed ye know that?!” Flint almost shouts. 
You flinch and manage to reply. “I know it was stupid.” You added while trying not to sound afraid. “I just. I only want to impress your men that’s all.”  
In the corner of your eyes, you watch him shake his head and take a few breaths silently to calm himself. You then feel your chin gently lift and your face is looking at his. 
His face was now a hint of worrying that he never showed this side to his crew. He also was on his knees so you can see his face better. 
“ Lass you don’t need to show your impression on my men. Since you joined my crew ye been improved your strength and agility. That dumb stunt is never the bonus. My men and I were already impressed with your skills lass." He brushes your cheeks with his thumb-bony finger and finishes.
" And what impresses me more is your improvement over a month living on my ship," 
You felt your cheeks almost blush at his compliment on your endurance living on his ship. But then your face made a frown when your Captain said this. 
"And from now on no more handling daggers unless yer supervised. “ 
“Then how am I going to defend myself without one?” You asked. Feeling upset you can’t have one after that stunt.
“That until you be taught how to handle it properly.” As he spoke he took out his ray cloth from his coat pocket and wrapped it around your palm to stop the bleeding.    
“Now promise me you'll follow this order, for yer safe sake.” He looked at you long and you made a silent huff, looking down with disappointment.  
Y/N." He spoke sternly.  
"Okay fine I promise, swear to pirate code," You gave in. Not because of his tone. More of there's no point in arguing with him. You felt it wouldn't change anything the more you tried to argue with him. 
Also, you want to be done with this situation. You were embarrassed enough by that dagger stunt. Instead, you muttered for him to hear. 
"Can we go back now Captain?" You hear him make a slight chuckle he begins to lead you back to his ship. While on the way he spoke lowly. 
"Once ye handle some daggers properly, I can perhaps give ya a few tricks of mine." 
"And how long that'll be until?" You asked, looking up at him. 
"A year." 
"A year?" You almost laugh. "Come on can you give me a month?"  
"No," 
"Please?" You did your best giving a puppy pleading, thanks to B.E.N. showing you how to do it. You watch him avoiding your gaze and he clinches his teeth in frustration.  
Soon he rolled all his eyes, "Remind me to punish B.E.N. on teaching ye how to beg when we get back. 
"So is that a yes?" You grinned. 
 He snorted. "Maybe." That made your hope up, knowing he'll change his mind once you and him are on his ship...or as he puts it. Maybe. 
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danka27 · 4 months
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May I request for Pet Nnoitra being adopted by an owner who’s just very sweet and affectionate to him even when he’s mean or aggressive or misbehaves. The owner is simply like “Hey don’t worry,baby, I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t need to feel scared.”
• That kind of treatment drives Nnoitra absolutely crazy. He can’t figure out what’s wrong with you. Even when he’s clearly doing something deserving of punishment, you act like nothing’s happened at all. No matter what he does or what mistakes he makes, you’re just so relentlessly kind that it gets on his nerves in no time. Sure, most Arrancar would dream of having a home like this, but Nnoitra’s not most Arrancar, and giving a piece of shit like him so much forgiveness is an insult to anyone who actually might deserve it. 
• For a while, he just tries to ignore it. You’ll snap eventually. You have to. No one can put up with a broken beast like him taking advantage of their kindness and throwing it back in their face just by existing. Soon enough, you’ll get the message that he’s beyond help. But the longer it goes on, the more aggressive Nnoitra gets, and he’ll soon wind up trying to piss you off on purpose just to prove that he’s right. 
• Possibly the worst part is how demeaning your kindness is. Trying to say that he’s scared of you is one of the most insulting things you’ve ever done (even if it might be a little bit true...), and your constant efforts to coddle him just make Nnoitra feel prickly and defensive. He’s used to situations where weakness gets him hurt. He hates hearing you say over and over again that everything’s okay, that it’s not his fault, and that you won’t hurt him. Humans always do. Eventually, you’ll turn out just the same as everyone else who’s fucked him over, and at least then, he’ll know he was right. 
• But a problem soon arises... in the form of Nnoitra getting attached to your softness. The buried, stifled, smothered parts of himself that still long to have a loving home keep leaping with delight whenever you do something particularly sweet, and no matter how much Nnoitra hates it, his aggressive responses don’t last forever. He reaches a point where he gives up. It’s too much effort to try to piss you off all the time, so he just keeps his mouth shut and lets you do whatever stupid shit you want. 
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danka27 · 4 months
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Hi. Let say all the espada have the same human best friend (because he/she is very kind, friendly, treat them gently and very accepting even with their aggresive hollow side). Would they able share this human friend or would they be possesive brat try to go out of their way to impressed them or tryna prove they are better "friend" than other espada. Hahaha i think Las Noches would be chaotic hell of a mess.
Starrk
He tends to feel like you’re going to abandon him, so yeah, he is kind of clingy. However, he’s also so depressed and lost in his own misery that he can’t bring himself to actively try to keep your attention on him. That’s Lilynette’s job. She’s the one who’s going to be dragging you around and insisting that you spend time with the two of them instead of anyone else. Starrk is quite grateful for her interference, honestly. He’s happiest whenever you’re around, and that’s not exaggeration. 
Halibel
Definitely the sanest of the bunch, Halibel is content to let you do what makes you happy without forcing her way. She worries that you’re going to get yourself into trouble by association with some of the less savory characters in Las Noches, but it’s really your choice what you do. She’s not possessive or particularly clinging, instead being content to spend time with you when you wish for it. Somehow, she’s the one who has the best idea of how to make a functional friendship work. 
Ulquiorra
There’s no way he’s going to admit that he wants your attention, obviously. But not admitting something doesn’t make it any less obvious. Ulquiorra is quite possessive— although he hardly realizes he’s doing it. In his mind, you should keep more suitable company than the majority of his so-called allies, and he’s a far better fit. It’s up to him to keep you in line, clearly, so that’s why he’s always somewhere by your side. The poor man is so deep in his own denial that it’s kind of sad to watch. 
Nnoitra
He’s another one who doesn’t want to outright vie for your attention... but still gets grouchy when he doesn’t get it. Nnoitra can’t bring himself to do anything to reach out to you, so instead, he keeps his distance and gets increasingly volatile until you do something to get close to him. At which point he’ll still try to “resist” the closeness. Neither his pride nor his self-loathing can at all tolerate the idea of accepting affection from another person. Nnoitra is bad at relationships, okay? 
Grimmjow
Oh, he’s about as possessive as it gets. And in a very aggressive way. Someone spending too much time with you? Grimmjow is bound to pick a fight. He’s like a needy cat when it comes to seeking attention, especially having it all to himself. If you make it clear that you want him to share, it gets a little better, but Grimmjow’s knee-jerk reflex to anyone getting too close to you is to get violent. Part of it is from the instinctive worry that other Hollows will do something to hurt you, though. 
Szayel
He’s horrible. Szayel isn’t so much possessive as he is desperate to impress you, but it’s an irritating result either way. He’s perpetually trying to show off to you, be it through displaying the results of his inhuman experiments like a kid at a science fair or going FAR out of his way to make things to catch your eye. Especially now that your friendship seems to be a competition, he simply can’t let himself lose. As the most perfect of the Espada, it’s only right that you hold the greatest favor for him. 
Aaroniero
Yeah, he’s lost from the start. Aaroniero doesn’t expect you to care at all about him once other people start getting involved... but that doesn’t stop him from being viciously possessive. He wants you all to himself in a way so greedy and frantic that it borders on worrying. You’re the first person who’s ever treated him so kindly, and Aaroniero gets a little too stuck on the idea of you being a “savior” of some kind. He’s bitter at anyone else who gets your attention, as it makes him feel quite inferior. 
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danka27 · 4 months
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#2 & #17 for Nnoitra please .3.
It's one at a time, so you got 17! o3o
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17. “Suck on my fingers.”
“Suck on my fingers,” is your command, said with full faith.
Nnoitra would laugh if he didn’t feel so pathetic. He’s a Hollow. He eats humans, and you think it’s a good idea to stick your fragile little fingers into the maw of the beast. You’re a fucking moron on every level, and yet—
He’s the one who’s sprawled out on his back, stomach and soft parts bared to you. He’s the one who’s letting you touch him. So when your digits find his lips, Nnoitra opens his mouth willingly. With his good eye sliding closed, he shivers as the taste of skin coats his tongue. Instinct says to bite down, but some stranger impulse yet begs him to suck obediently, just as you said. It’s better not to think about the parts that want to please you.
While you drag your fingerprints over his tongue, you also let your other hand find the space between his legs. Gently, always gently, you trail the back of your knuckles up his slowly hardening dick. It’s barely a brush of skin, but Nnoitra feels it in his nerves. Everything you to do him is like that.
As you take him in your hand and stroke, reflex takes over. While he’s distracted, Nnoitra finds himself suckling on your fingers just like you told him to. His throat is so closed up he can’t yell at you, and the shocks of pleasure radiating from his groin keep his body limp. He can’t make himself fight back. He trusts you, he fucking trusts you, and this is the proof.
“Perfect, sweetheart,” you tell him. As if he’s sweet. As if he has a heart. Nnoitra wants to growl at the words, but you curl your fingers against his tongue and cut off any of his protests before they can form.
And— the touching doesn’t stop. You’re still stroking his dick with a light, gentle touch. Blood is rushing down, his head is spinning, and if he had a fucking pulse, it’d probably be pounding down there. Because he doesn’t dare to face you when he’s like this, Nnoitra keeps his eye tightly closed.
Little by little, the soft drag of your fingers over his lips and tongue, starts to feel like comfort. He’s fully hard. There’s slick between his thighs.
It’s too easy to drift. To not think about how pathetic he’s being. To just pay attention to your happy hum when he exhales slow and deep. Your thumb strokes over the head of him, making his hips jolt into it. Nnoitra shivers at the bolt of pleasure and tries not to let himself think about how his Hierro is down, how his muscles are turning to mush under his skin from touching and touching alone. He couldn’t move if he wanted to.
You pull your fingers out of his mouth. Nnoitra almost whines at the loss before he remembers things like dignity, but by that point, you’re kissing him and tucking your fingers up to cup his balls. Warm.
With your mouth next to his, he could eat you alive. As your saliva spreads on his tongue, Nnoitra almost thinks he wants to.
If only so he can trap this feeling inside of himself forever.
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danka27 · 4 months
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I swear I waited YEARS!!! for the ask box to be open!! I'm super excited!
So, can I please have a scenario of Nnoitra and the reader (gender neutral pls) who Nnoitra secretly loves bonding?? you can make HC if you want but I'd love if it's very gentle, fluffy and nice!!
Yeah, it can take a while, huh? XD
. . .
You lean up against his chest, warm and solid. The feeling of having a living body so close to his is new, and Nnoitra isn't quite sure if he likes it. It's somehow... vulnerable.
But humans like and need closeness, and you insist that just something like this is good for both of you. You never try to touch him when he says no, and when he allows it, you're always as gentle as can be. It's weird. He hates it.
This time, you take one of his hands in yours and look up at him like you want permission. Nnoitra grumbles.
"Whatever. I don't fuckin' care."
And the next thing he knows, you're dragging your fingertips over the back of his knuckles, so softly it almost hurts. You trace the tendons under his skin, then switch to following the lines of his palm with careful touches that leave him frozen.
The way it makes his nerves light up is downright shameful. Just that little bit of contact drags a shiver unwillingly down his spine, makes his shoulders hunch up just the slightest bit.
He doesn't stop you. This is what humans do, he reminds himself. It doesn't say anything about him if he humors you.
"Your hands are so big. They feel really strong," you comment, now lovingly inspecting his fingers. Nnoitra wants to remind you that those hands are used to kill more often than not, but—
He keeps his mouth shut for reasons he doesn't know.
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danka27 · 4 months
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Hi there, hope you are doing well!🍀 Can I request #54 for Nnoitra/Femdom!Reader and double penetration ? (´⊙ω⊙`)
54. “Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.”
The first thing you work into him is small. The front hole won’t take much. No matter how you’ve tried, he doesn’t stretch too far without pain. And even though you both know Nnoitra is plenty used to that, you insist you don’t want to hurt him. Stupid. He’d be fine even if you made him bleed.
Even the little toy you get his body to take, slick with lube and his own fluids, feels like a lot. It’s crooked in a way that makes it press up against a way-too-sensitive area inside of him. The way his legs are starting to tremble is almost humiliating enough to make him tap out. But Nnoitra is no coward, and giving in to a piece of plastic inside of him would be just plain pathetic. He’s dealt with worse. It’ll be fine. He can take it.
But now, there’s the matter of your fingers slowly loosening his other hole. You say that having both his cunt and his ass stuffed will feel good. Nnoitra isn’t so sure. Right now, he just feels a little too stretched.
And of course, trying not to think about the heat under his skin.
“Just a little more,” you say when you withdraw your hand. The next thing Nnoitra knows, something cool and thick is pressing into him. This one slides into place quickly, and as the sold weight of it settles inside, a shiver runs up his spine, hard. Suddenly, he’s starting to see what you meant.
You help him roll over onto his side— so he doesn’t have to show you his stomach while he’s already this vulnerable. It’s a small mercy, but...
When you start to wiggle the end of the toy in his ass, some awful sound tries to escape his lungs. Between the two hunks of plastic, something feels pinched. His dick isn’t hard at all, but as the seconds pass, a line of clear fluid starts to dribble out of his tip anyway. And then, time starts to get a little blurry. Everything feels good. He’s panting. His hands are trembling.
“You’re drooling everywhere, sweetheart,” you whisper, using that pet name that makes Nnoitra’s skin crawl. Your fingers go to his jaw. Oh. He is. Little by little, his body’s been going limp, and— he didn’t quite notice.
It’s hard to be angry about it, though, when you grab the base of the toy in his cunt and start to grind it inside of him. Little thrusts, just enough to leave his whole body twitching. Nnoitra buries his face against the sheets to stifle a moan. His soft cock is still leaking. His skin feels much too oversensitive, like he needs you to touch him more than anything. It should be humiliating, but instead, the sweet, heavy pleasure just melts him.
You twist the toy inside of him until he’s squirming. Until his hips are rocking back into it in search of more. Everything’s hot, he’s so, so full, and there’s nowhere at all to hide from the pleasure consuming him from within. And yet, it’s one of those moments where Nnoitra hardly cares.
Like this, it’s impossible to focus on the despair that always clings to the inside of his skull. He can feel full instead. Limp, soft, weak.
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danka27 · 4 months
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Espada's favorite place to kiss their s/o?
Starrk — Your forehead. It feels gentle and affectionate, and he likes the tenderness of it, especially when you return the kiss with one of your own. It's easy to kiss you there when you're cuddling, too.
Halibel — The inside of your wrist. She can't kiss properly with her mask in the way, but she can still press the teeth of it against your skin to show affection. It's gentle, simple, and still says so much.
Ulquiorra — Anywhere over your pulse. Ulquiorra is terrible at showing affection, but he gets oddly tender when he can feel your heartbeat under your skin. A kiss like that is almost too intimate.
Nnoitra — Your throat. He doesn't do it very often (for a number of reasons), but putting his mouth on a place that could so easily kill you feels significant in ways Nnoitra doesn't like to think about.
Grimmjow — Your collarbone or shoulder. However, he's more likely to nip or mouth at your skin than kiss you properly. It just seems more intimate to have his teeth on you, though it's always gentle.
Szayel — Your hands and fingers. While he'll try to be charming about it, having your skin so close to his tongue scrambles up most rational thought. He wants to be gentle with you in ways he can't understand.
Aaroniero — Your lips, when he has a human form to do it in, full, proper kissing feels like taking something all for himself. The vulnerability of the action is obvious, but it just shows he trusts you.
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danka27 · 4 months
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is nnoitra a fan favorite?? hes certainly my favorite! could i request #58 with nnoirltra? maybe with the reader using their fingers on him to make him feel good because he deserves it? i feel like he would have to build up so much trust to even be intimate with someone, and then even MORE trust to let them take control like that.
58 for Nnoitra? With reader paying attention to both of his parts and eating him out?
. . .
58. “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.”
Lying back for you feels oddly vulnerable. Even though Nnoitra knows you couldn’t hurt him if you tried, the presence of someone else so close sets his nerves on edge. He doesn’t like having anything in his space. 
And yet, with your warm palms resting on his hips, he can’t quite bring himself to make it end. You’re careful. You’re gentle. You treat him like he deserves the softness— and don’t back off no matter how much Nnotra claims to hate it. You’re not afraid of him, and that’s the worst part. 
“Can I touch you?” you ask, again, irritatingly soft. 
“Do what you want,” is Nnoitra’s less-than-eager response. Still, you take it as enough permission to start; to push his thighs open and stare. 
You wrap your hand around his dick for a few slow, indulgent strokes. Nnoitra bites the inside of his mouth until he tastes blood to hold back the gasp that threatens to escape him at the touch. You’ve done this part before, but it always feels like a lot. What’s coming next is going to be much harder to put up with, though— and Nnoitra twitches when you lean in. 
The first brush of your tongue against the space just beneath his balls sends a shock through him. It’s warm and weird, and his fingers curl in the annoyingly soft sheet underneath him. You insist on giving him nice things like that. Things like the surreal, too-sensitive drag of heat that’s next. 
It takes a few careful passes, giving him time to adjust before you touch the place that’s actively uncomfortable. Nnoitra can’t place quite why, but the idea of anything near that opening makes him twitchy and tense. 
But... it’s starting to feel good, and when your tongue finally reaches the cunt-like hole that he’s been avoiding for all this time, the sudden spark of sensation does force a gasp out of him. You pump his dick a couple more times and hum something that’s probably supposed to be soothing; the vibrations of your voice just make him yelp and try to jolt away. 
In response, you grab his hip and hold him in place, and the shock of it somehow keeps him right there. No one else would dare to do that. 
A second later, before Nnoitra has time to think, you’re licking deeper, inside of him, and the slick, wet heat of your tongue is good in a way that feels like he’s choking. He wants to twist, get out of your grasp, stop feeling so fucking vulnerable, but his body wants this even when he should hate it.
No one’s ever touched him like this, he thinks distantly. Hollows don’t do these things, and even if they did, who would have braved the Fifth Espada? But now there’s a human between his thighs, putting their mouth on the most sensitive parts of him while his Hierro is down, and Nnoitra doesn’t hate it anywhere near as much as he should. 
It’s way too easy to just let himself feel.
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danka27 · 4 months
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I am absolutely loving the a/b/o!!!!!!!!! How about a thing about helping Di Roy and Nnoitra through their ruts??
Di-Roy
He knows he should be ashamed of himself. Alpha or not, he's nothing but an embarrassment to himself, and acting like he could ever protect you is just making him look stupid.
Rationally, Di-Roy knows that. But his brain feels fuzzy around the edges and his body much too warm, and that means he's in that awful state of mind where sparing the meager remains of his dignity doesn't matter a bit.
Not when you're letting him hold you. Not when he's nuzzling the back of your neck and melting from the closeness.
You don't complain when he squeezes you tighter, or when whiny, needy noises escape him. It feels like he'd die if you tried to pull away from him, so he clings in the hopes you'll stay.
You're nice to him, so maybe, maybe you will.
Like this, it's easier to ignore the heat in his belly and the desperation for things he knows aren't allowed.
Hollows don't get nice things, no matter how hard you try to convince him otherwise. He's always going to be pathetic, it's just... not as bad, when he's with you.
Nnoitra
When this sort of agitation settles under his skin, Nnoitra knows he'll hate what comes next.
His body is uncomfortably hot. Tense. His mind is racing through every variety of pathetic thought involving how badly he wants you to be safe and happy and well.
It's disgusting. He's weak.
But you insisted on staying right there with him, on curling up by his side even though you know better than anyone that he's only good for killing. You hold his hand with your soft mouth pressed to his knuckles, and Nnoitra is too paralyzed by his own instincts to make himself pull away.
Self-loathing coils low and threatening in his chest. He can't have this. It can't be real. He's dizzy with Rut and desperate because of it, and those things leave him unable to fight back.
As soon as he can tear himself away from this, it has to end. He'll never let you do this again, and yet—
That's what he tells himself every time.
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danka27 · 4 months
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What if Espada + Lilynette fell asleep with their s/o but woke up alone?
And they can't find them anywhere later on learning they were out for groceries?
Starrk
Waking up alone always sends an awful pang of loneliness through him, even when he knows there's nothing to worry about. Rationally, he doesn't doubt you're coming back from whatever it is that pulled you away from your shared nap, but that dread-like feeling that he's been abandoned still digs its claws in enough to leave Starrk feeling all kinds of pathetic as well. He'll be in an unpleasant mood until you get back, but calms down easily then.
Lilynette
There's a moment where, upon waking up to realize she's alone, Lilynette panics. She hates how needy it feels, but you're gone, and there's a part of her that's legitimately scared you'll never come back. There's nothing to take her mind off it until then, either— if she's with you and Starrk's not around, that's a sort of solitude that she's not used to at all. She stays antsy and tense until you return, and gets oddly clingy for a while afterward.
Halibel
Aside from the brief, startled moment when she first slips back to consciousness and realizes that you're not there, Halibel takes it pretty well. She can easily assume that you had something that needed to be attended to... even if there's a part of her that's still unsettled to have woken up alone. Still, she puts it out of her mind quickly enough, and finds something to occupy herself until you get back— at which point the last of the tension finally dissipates.
Ulquiorra
Loathe as he is to admit it, waking up alone doesn't sit well with him. If he'd fallen asleep with you, to begin with, Ulquiorra had been in an unusually vulnerable state of mind, and waking up to the lack of the presence he'd expected sends an instinctive bolt of panic through him. And as much as he bitterly tries to push that feeling out of his mind, he can't help but feel uneasy while you're gone... and then, oddly grouchy once you've returned.
Nnnoitra
The feeling that hits him when he realizes you're not curled up by his side anymore is one of the most shameful things Nnoitra has experienced. And no matter how hard he tries to smother the pathetic sense of loss churning in his head while you're gone, that feeling remains a perpetual irritant until you're back. When you're home again, you'll find Nnoitra in a truly rotten mood, but he only snaps at you when you try to ask what's bothering him.
Grimmjow
He's the one who can't stop pacing around the house looking for you. While he tells himself he's just annoyed with you for disappearing so suddenly, there's a sort of worry lingering in the back of his mind that he just can't shake. There's a reason why you were gone, obviously, but Grimmjow is still agitated and on edge until you're back— and at that point, he's all over you. Prepare for plenty of grouchy clinginess along with denial of any worry.
Szayel
Considering that he has to let his guard down a lot to sleep properly, waking up alone is a cause for stress. Szayel can hardly believe he didn't wake up while you left, and that's almost worrying him more than your disappearance. He finds something to occupy himself soon enough and refuses to show his lingering distress when you get back home... but he's hesitant to sleep again for a while, now that he knows how unguarded he ends up.
Aaroniero
He does not take that well. Falling asleep is vulnerable enough; waking up with you gone is just panic-inducing. There's some instinctive surge feeling that he needs to hide until you're there again, until the presence that his mind is convinced protects him has returned. And Aaroniero is the type to worry that he's been abandoned— even when he knows it's irrational, there's a distrustful sort of worry lingering that he can't fully restrain.
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danka27 · 4 months
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Can I please request first time scenario of nnoitra topping his s/o?
You're warm.
That's what repeats in his mind over and over again, perhaps as some kind of frantic, subconscious attempt at distracting him from the reality of what he's about to do.
He's bound to hurt you. Nnoitra can't imagine doing this, being so close to someone without it ending in blood, but you trust him more than anyone ever should, and he's stupid enough to go along with it even when he knows better.
You wrap your legs around his waist and smile. "It'll be fine," you tell him. "I'll like it. It'll feel good."
Because he can't back down from a challenge even now, Nnoitra pushes the first inch or so inside of you— and the shock of it has his whole body going tense.
It's a struggle to keep his Hierro from going up, from trying to defend him against this sensation that he has no comparison for. It's slick and hot and tight inside of you. Pleasure is a foreign, unbearable thing that an existence like him was never meant to have. You just smile and urge him deeper.
He obeys. Sliding in until there's no more in left to go, then staying there, leaning over you, while you sigh like it really does feel good for you too. He moves, and the content little sound that leaves you can't possibly be because of him.
From there, some kind of leftover, forgotten instinct takes over. It's disturbingly easy to give in to it, to fuck you until you're gasping and clutching at his back.
He's doing that. You're making that face because of him.
The thought of it is almost painful, but then you're clenching around him, and Nnoitra doesn't think of anything at all.
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danka27 · 6 months
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ITS TIMEEEE. May I please get some fluff and nsfw hanafusa hcs please? He’s like my favorite character in kengan
aweeee he’s a hottie but also a psycho. which he love. he’s our variant king. anyway, these might be a little short because idk him much, he’s a very mysterious character, but i’ve read everything on him so far so we’ll see how this turns out !! i hope you enjoy :)
hanafusa hajime 
sfw
listen, if this guy is dating you, he really really really loves you. he loves you alot. he CHERISHES you
it takes him forever to trust someone, he always holds people at a safe distance so they don’t get to close/attached to him if he ever decides to just up + die lol
but w you it’s different
he’s still got a bit of a lack of self-preservation, but he wants to live for you
it took him a while to trust you tho, of course, but once he saw the kind of person you were + that you had no intention of leaving/abandoning him, he decided you were alright
that being said, he is a very protective partner + dislikes anyone who even exists in your direction
he doesn’t like your friends because they take your attention away too much
your parents are questionable too because he gets the feeling they think you could do better
don’t even try to keep any friendships you may have with other males, he’ll kill them lol
he’s a got a bit of a god complex, so he knows you’d never leave him for someone else, but he just is an attention whore, only for you tho
with that out of the way, hanafusa is actually the perfect boyfriend
once he lets down his walls, he is pretty kind + caring, always lending a piece of advice or a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on whenever you need 
he’s also an extremely logical individual, so you guys almost never fight
sometimes when he gets uppity, you’ll have a small fight but those occurrences are few + far in between
he likes that you can deal with/match his craziness. he loves that in a partner because it means more fun for him
he also likes to show you off to his colleagues—he thinks you are a fine specimen + he kinda gets off on people getting jealous of his relationship w you
he’d never admit it but he secretly l o v e s cuddling w you on the couch for hours + hours on end
anytime you’ll ask him to cuddle, he’ll always sigh + be like “eh, but only because my darling wants to” but on this inside he’s like “i am going to stay here on this couch for the rest of my life,,,so much serotonin”
he also has an INFLATED EGO so whenever you mention how smart or intelligent he is, he receives fifteen kilos of dopamine lolol
!!! WARNING: NSFW UNDER THE CUT !!!
nsfw
PRAISE KINK CITY
compliment anything about him: body, face, voice, dick, intelligence, ANYTHING he’s at your mercy omg
literally could just get off on your worshipping, SHIT he’s got a huge ego
SPEAKING OF HUGE
his dick is looooong but kinda skinny ? kinda slim ? slim thicc if you will. he’s got a g r e a t ass + thighs
like six inches flaccid 
very good @ manscaping so it’s all nice + clean down there for your pleasure
he loves to give. it’s basically what he was made to do
he’s a master @ giving head + also fingering, sometimes he likes to do it @ the same time + you’d have to just try your hardest not to die
his love of the human body translates into him knowing exactly what to do + exactly what to touch or lick or bite to make you come immediately
someone getchu a man like hanafusa tbh
he’s very much into edging because he really likes messing w you + making you frustrated + rough
get rough w him pls he’ll get so excited
he can be on top or bottom, he doesn’t really care
he likes it when you’re loud tho so don’t even try to like cover your mouth because he’ll cut off your hand
he also GIVES a l o t of body worshipping too. he will kiss + lick + bite + touch every inch of your body + tell you all the different things he loves about it + you
so if you’ve got low self esteem, just fuck hanafusa
actually, just fuck him in general
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danka27 · 6 months
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tokita ohma x gn!reader | fluff | 1.3k words
prompt: ohma + “since when do you blush around me?”
warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit
a/n: the more i write for ohms the more i fucking love him 🥺 it’s so pathetic. ALSO, AGAIN, OHMS IS NOT A TYPO. IT’S MY CUTE NICKNAME FOR HIM THAT NO ONE CAN TAKE AWAY FROM ME. also i’m p sure i made this gn, but please let me know if there are any gender specific identifiers so I can fix that 😉
18+ MINORS DNI
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You scrunched your nose at a tickling sensation that woke you up. Willing your eyes to creak open, you squinted at the bright afternoon sunlight flooding into your window. Not really bothering to find out the source of the tickling, you made an effort to turn around in bed but a sturdy hold on your waist forbade you from doing this. You figured you had just wrapped yourself too tight in your blankets again and made a pushing movement to whatever was around your waist.
The feeling of your fingertips coming into contact with skin made you jolt from your stupor and you fully opened your eyes to see a mess of wavy, brown hair just below you. You knew exactly who this unruly head of hair belonged to. Looking down, you saw Ohma holding on to you tightly, his face nestled in your bosom. You felt your face heat up at the intimacy of the situation and wondered when you ever got this close. Then you remembered.
You had been invited by Ohma to come watch the Kengan tournament, and weeks of watching him train and watching him win matches had ensued, and you were always there after the matches to keep him company. You were one of the few people that Ohma could stand for more than a few minutes; he liked your personality and he liked your face. He really couldn’t complain. But he especially liked how you doted on him after his matches, always worrying over his bruises and scrapes or gaping in awe at his strength despite his injuries.
The events of last night flooded back to you as your brain sprinted to catch up with your thoughts. Ohma had showed up to your hotel room at two in the morning, completely unannounced. You quickly allowed him inside after seeing an unusual look on his face. You had only seen him like this once, and that was after meeting Setsuna for the first time after many years. He looked like he could’ve killed a god in that moment.
After an hour of him silently laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, you coaxed him into speaking. He started to talk about his childhood, his past. You were worried, he was not a sentimental person. You asked him about the future, since it seemed like he was specifically avoiding that topic.
“I don’t think about the future much.” Ohma blinked at the ceiling before turning his gaze to you.
“How can you say that? You’re always thinking about your next meal.” You teased, reaching over to flick him from where you sat cross legged on the bed with him.
“True.” He sat up and propped himself on his elbows still looking at you. “Thinking about the future is pointless, though. I don’t know what will happen and thinking about it won’t change anything.” His gaze was unusually soft.
“Ohms, what’s going on with you? You’re scaring me.” You scooted closer to him and placed your hand on his knee, almost pleading with him. “We’re friends. You can talk to me about anything.”
With speed that only Ohma could muster, he grabbed your hand from his knee and used it to pull you forward into his lap, keeping his eyes trained on yours. Before you could ask what he was doing, he moved your hand to the back of his neck and you gripped it, allowing Ohma to pull you to his lips.
He kissed you roughly, but with a slow sensuality that seemed almost like he was savoring it, drinking in every second. He laid back down on the bed, pulling you on top of him and continuing to move his lips with yours.
You placed your hands on his chest and pressed, effectively pulling your lips from his, only a thin string of saliva connecting you.
“What are you doing?” You panted, somewhat shocked that Ohma had just crossed that bridge with you but also somewhat pleasantly surprised.
“Kissing you.” Ohma smirked up at you, letting his head rest back on the bed, your face still in his large hands.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time.” Ohma traced your lips with his thumb, still looking up at you. “Do you want to stop?”
“No.” You muttered, and before you knew it, your head was dipping back down to connect your lips again. Ohma rolled over so that you were under him and separated his lips from yours to pull off his shirt before making quick work of yours.
You and Ohma had crossed the bridge that you never dreamed that you would cross, but you had always hoped you would. And you didn’t know it, but he had been hoping, too.
And now, here he was, cuddled up to you and snoozing peacefully.
You felt your eyelids begin to feel heavy once again and cast aside all of your frantic thoughts to welcome a short nap. You would deal with this later.
Two hours later, you woke up to an empty bed. You assumed you must have been dreaming about the romp you had shared with Ohma last night, or that you woke up in his arms, and turned over on your back to stare at the ceiling. You thought back to how nice it felt to be held by him, kissed by him, touched by him…
Once again, you were jolted from your thoughts by the bathroom door opening and shutting, producing a very naked Ohma.
You sat up quickly, blushing deeply once you realized this was real and you were also very naked, and gathered the sheets to cover your chest.
“Since when do you blush around me?” Ohma cocked an eyebrow as he approached you, standing next to the bed. You averted your eyes from his body, trying your hardest not to stare.
“Since you came in here last night and fucked me?”
“Was it that surprising to you?”
“Yes! I thought we were just friends! You never seemed interested in me, or anyone, for that matter!”
Ohma let out a dry laugh. “You didn’t know I was into you?”
“No, Ohma, I didn’t!”
“Well, now you know.”
Silence ensued for a couple of seconds, both of you wondering how this would continue. You were the first to speak up.
“So, what are we?”
Ohma frowned.
“Labels are stupid, you know? Isn’t it enough to know that I love you?”
Your mind was thrown into a frenzy. He loved you? You had barely ever seen emotions come from this man, but here he was, telling you he loved you?
“Ohma…love? What do you mean by love? As in, like, a friend or a girlfriend, because, we just had sex and—” Ohma shut you up with a kiss and a sigh, a small smile playing on his lips as they met yours. He held your face by your chin once he pulled away. You relaxed a little bit.
“You remember when you asked me what I think about the future?”
You nodded slowly.
“I think about you.” Ohma let go of your chin and gazed down at you. You tried extremely hard to avoid looking at his tanned and toned body before you, since the guy had just confessed to you, but you found yourself really struggling. He spoke again, snapping you out of your lustful daze. “Does that answer your question?”
You thought about it. Ohma was the type of man to mean what he said and say what he meant. If he was telling you he loved you, it must have been because he truly meant it. You stood up and placed your hands on either side of his face, watching your thumbs as they lightly skimmed over his cheekbones. You felt him staring at you as you took your time admiring his features, likely awaiting your response. You placed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Yes.”
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