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angelltheninth · 10 months

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The Beauty of Experience

Pairing: Denji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss (for Denji), nipple sucking, dick riding, virgin!Denji, experianced!Reader, sub!Denji, soft dom!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: First commission for @prettylilbug!

The first time you saw a text from Denji saying ‘Wanna watch a movie tonight?’ you thought nothing of it. After an especially long day of work, you and Denji finally arrive home, feeling tired but looking forward to spending the evening together. By this point, you practically lived with him, going to his house after every workday. It was a good thing that he decided to get his own apartment after a few months of dating you, expecting to get lucky and not wanting it to be interrupted by Aki or Power.

He gently took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. It's a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about his desire to be here with you. As you and Denji walked into his living room, he guided you towards the couch, encouraging you to sit down and relax while he picked the movie.

You wanted to take a seat next to him but instead found yourself pulled into his lap, his sharp toothy smile greeting your gasp, “More comfy this way.” He loved cuddling with you at every opportunity, and this position meant that he could kiss you easier, that you could straddle him half way into the movie after way too many of those kisses had distracted you from it.

Denji was touchy, always, but tonight he seemed to be particularly so, if a tiny bit more hesitant at the beginning when you’d glance back at him.

You got more comfortable, pressing against him, turning your body so you were chest to chest, your hand in his lap. You glance up at him as your fingers curled against his thigh. The heat and the muscle tensed, but other than that he didn’t bat an eye. He focused all his energy in trying to remain as calm as possible.

You started drawing a circle on his leg, moving it up slowly, your fingertips curling at the seam of his jeans and following it up his shirt. And up. And up. His breath hitched when you got too close for comfort and smirked, your thumb now brushing over his hardening cock.

Denji jumped and reached down, stopping your hand, looking down at you, “What are you doing?” he asked. His voice wasn’t one of annoyance or anger, but fear, and of the lust he was trying to keep to himself.

“What do you mean?” You pulled away from him, completely at a loss as to how he could have not known what you was doing. “I thought that was obvious.”

“Y-Yeah but... I’ve... you know I’ve never...” His deep blush covered him from the top of his head and vanished below his shirt. “I don’t wanna mess it up. Finish too fast or... hurt you.” Denji was as perverted as they come, but also as insecure as they come. Eager for sure when the action got going but this was a little different.

“I understand that you’re nervous but you don’t have to be.” You said against him as you leaned in and kissed his cheek, then trailed down his jawline, nipping gently by the time you hit the angle of his jaw. He let out a ragged breath as his hands went to your hips as you dragged your tongue down his neck, causing him to tilt his head back, swallowing thickly. “I don’t care which one of us has more experience, I want to share this one with you.”

You cupped him through his, fingers curling around him and rubbing up and down, causing him to groan and whimper. Denji shifted his hips upwards into your palm, trying to get some more friction, but you moved your hand in an instant and buried in his hair as you kissed him deeply. He groaned as he tilted his head to the side, his hand cupping your cheeks, his other arm on your waist as you unzipped him and fished out his hard cock.

He went the other direction, his free hand tugging your shirt down until your tits spilled from your bra. “Fuck. You have the prettiest tits in the world, you know that babe. Can’t even fit one in my hand.” He paused at kneading one and sucking at the other before he would switch and continue to lavish you with attention you deserved.

You reached down, took Denji’s cock in your hand and lined it up, pulling away the moment he thrust upwards. “Uh, uh.” You scolded and shook your head. “Don’t move….that’s an order.” You said as you lifted an eyebrow at him.

He furrowed his brows but smiled a little as he nodded to confirm what you told him. He sighed a little as he tried to make himself relax, but he was humming, every inch of him buzzing because of your pussy hovering over his cock. “I like the panties you chose for tonight.”

“I’m glad cause you get to keep them after this.” And use them. That went unspoken but Denji’s cock sure got the memo.

For now you didn’t have the patience to pull them off and neither did Denji. You shifted your weight on top of him, one of his hands still balancing you as you stroked a few times before you settled back onto him, taking all of him into your pussy.

“Ah. Are all of them... this tight and warm?” Denji could barely get the words out from how much he shook with pleasure, willing himself not to come. Fuck, this was good, so fucking good, so much better then his hand.

“All of them? You only have my pussy to worry about. Understood?” He nodded dumbly, a lazy smirk settling over his face as you established a pace, up and down his cock, dripping down his balls. “Hold my panties like this.” He did, the hand on your tit moving to do the task he was ordered, “Good boy, Denji, your cock fills me up so well. I’ll be sure to make up for all the times... ah... that you had to use your hand.”

That was the promise that made him blow his hot load all over your belly, seeing as he was not keen on becoming a dad on the same day he lost his virginity, “Fuck... made a real mess of you babe.” He wasn’t sorry at all, his cocky smirk pressed against your tits as he kissed them over and over in faux apology.

“I like when you make a mess.” You confessed hot against his ear, “And I like doing the same.” Questions began to take over Denji’s brain before you commanded, “Keep your thumb on my clit, okay handsome?” He nodded dumbly as you pinned his cock between his abs and you pussy, spreading your juices over it as you rolled your hips, chasing your own orgasm until your body snapped and feel forward onto him, “Good boy, Denji.”

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 5 months

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more coryon smut!!!!!!

Here's a little blurb...get ready🥵😈

Warnings: 18+, oral (m receiving)

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Coriolanus was very open to trying new things in the bedroom, but there was one thing he refused to change.

His hand was in your hair as your hot mouth was wrapped around him, hollowing your cheeks to allow more of him in your mouth. You slid all the way down until your nose touched the light curls at the base of his cock and relaxed your throat before sucking harshly and moving back up.

Not many at the university could brag of having the most amazing stress-reliever after a long day.

You gagged around him, letting his tip poked at the back of your throat, causing a series of moans to fall from his lips. He sounded like heaven and just urged you to pick up your pace, sucking him harder and faster. You looked up, watching as Coriolanus threw his head back in the pillow, eyes rolling to the back of his head from the intense pleasure you were providing him. He was so beautiful like that.

Without slowing down your ministrations, your hand dropped down to cup his balls, making him hiss at the feeling as you then started to massage them, his hips thrusting into your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened and his breathing started to become shorter, letting you know he was close to his release.

You pulled off his cock slowly, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip, and looked up, observing Coriolanus's chest rise and fall with each breath, a sign of his exhaustion from the day at the university. Working his way to become the youngest president of Panem was tiring, so you decided to take the lead for tonight and scooted higher on the bed.

You grabbed his slick hard length and positioned it right at your entrance. You were about to sink down on it, however, a surprised gasp escaped your lips as Coriolanus swiftly flipped you over on the mattress. His blue eyes looked down at you as he shook his head slowly, a piece of his blond hair falling and brushing against your forehead. ‘’Snow lands on top.’’

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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Can I request All for you by Janet Jackson for Aki Hayakawa - fluff

All For You

Tell me I’m the only one. Soon we’ll be having fun.

Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

cw: fluff, grumpy/sunshine trope, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age)

Summary: Aki Hayakawa has been training you for the past two months, helping you acclimate into your new role as a Public Safety Devil Hunter. From the start, you were smitten, unable to contain your cheery attitude whenever you’re with him. He’s closed off, strictly business, and never cracks a smile, but in his own subtle ways, he shows you that he cares. One day, after a successful mission, you test your luck to see if your love is truly unrequited, or if Aki just needs that extra push to admit his true feelings for you. A little bit of liquid courage might also come in handy.

Author’s Notes: Ahhh, my first Aki fic! Thanks for the request anon, I LOVE Janet Jackson, and this is the perfect song for the y2k karaoke party! I hope you like this! It’s short, sweet, and very fluffy, so it’s been a nice break from the shameless smut I’ve been writing LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thank you for reading! Banner created by @/saradika.

It’s been two months since you started working for Public Safety. Two months of grueling training, both physical and mental, and two months of being stuck with the notoriously grumpy Aki Hayakawa. But you’re not complaining, considering how absolutely head over heels you are for him.

In this case, it’s true what they say: opposites attract. While you’re the type of person to always have a happy expression on your face, Aki is the opposite. You have yet to see him crack a smile, even the tiniest hint of one. No matter how hard you try to bombard him with your joyous affections and shameless flirting, he remains unfazed by it. Though, you’re certain he doesn’t hate it. If he did, you would have already been chucked off to someone else to have to deal with you. That’s why you continue your efforts; because deep down, you know he likes it. Likes you.

He doesn’t say it in words, but he doesn’t have to. His actions display them perfectly. Subtle glances during moments he thinks you’re not looking, though you always are. Small gestures to show he cares about your safety and well-being, like always switching spots with you when you’re walking on a sidewalk, making sure he’s on the side of the street. Putting out his cigarette whenever you arrive because he knows you don’t like the smell. Holding the door open for you, sharing his umbrella on rainy days, always volunteering to be your partner during group missions because he doesn’t trust anyone else to be with you. Sure, maybe he’s just that nice of a guy, a true gentleman, a man who proves chivalry is not dead. Or, maybe he really likes you as much as you do him. Is it wishful thinking? Probably. You’re growing impatient waiting for validation, so tonight, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

The Public Safety Department is out to celebrate a successful mission. It’s the first time you’ve all been together in a while, so many of you are ready to let loose. Your team sits together in one corner of the restaurant, a round of beers already being passed down as soon as you take your seat by the wall, directly across from Aki. Kishibe, the most senior Devil Hunter, takes a spot next to you, while Kobeni, your dear friend and main confidant on the team, sits by Aki. As usual, he’s quiet, sipping on his drink without so much as a peep. His eyes flit towards you as you grab the handle and take several heavy gulps of beer. You’re going to need some liquid courage in you for what you’re about to do.

Kishibe doesn’t say much either, downing his liquor silently, leaving you and Kobeni to fill the void with random small talk until appetizers are served, and she stuffs her mouth with gyozas and chicken yakitori. When you’re almost done with your beer, Aki’s shoves the plate of dumplings to you. “You should eat,” he mutters, staring at your empty glass.

You grin at him. “I will, if you feed me.” You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out playfully.

He rolls his eyes at you, a small blush surrounding his cheeks. “Stop acting like a child.”

Feeling particularly wicked, you turn to face your neighbor. “Kishibe, can you feed me?”

The older man chuckles, already finished with three pints. “Alright.” He pinches a gyoza between his fingers, dips it in the sauce, and guides into your mouth whole. From your peripheral, you notice Aki scowl, grabbing at the pitcher at the center of the table to refill his cup to the brim.

You giggle, chewing it into smaller pieces to swallow, batting your eyelashes with your hand covering your mouth. “Thank you, Master.”

Kishibe laughs again, clearly amused by this, glancing at Aki across the table. “Is this what you have to deal with?”

“You have no idea,” Aki grunts, chugging his beer halfway.

For the next hour, you continue to focus all your attention on Kishibe, and none on Aki, who sits still with his shoulders tense and a permanent frown on his face. It helps that your senior is playing into it, not questioning your brazen behavior, fully aware of your crush on Aki because you have admitted it to him plenty of times before. Aki’s had several pints now, a red glow surrounding his cheeks, sweat beading on his forehead. He hasn’t said a word as you blatantly flirt with Kishibe in front of him. You’re feeling a buzz now, more reckless with your emotions. Suddenly, you’re annoyed with yourself and with him; you stand up, wobbling slightly, murmuring something about going outside for some air.

You’re slumped on the steps in front of the restaurant, breathing in the fresh night air, cool against your hot skin, feeling defeated. Your dumb plan to make him jealous backfired, leaving you just as confused as before. Maybe it’s time to throw in the towel and just accept that Aki will never reciprocate your feelings.

You’re alone for a few minutes until the door swings open and you see Aki walking towards you. a glass of water in one hand, the other tucked in his pocket. He passes it to you, saying, “Drink this.”

Pouting, you take it, sipping it slowly. “Thanks, I guess.” You add the last part spitefully.

He sits next to you, sighing. “Why are you doing this?” His voice isn’t his typical monotone; there’s actual concern behind it now.

“Doing what?” You set the water beside you, crossing your arms.

“You know what.”

You shrug, leaning back on your hands, staring up at the sky, blinking at the moon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about it.”

He turns to face you, swallowing loudly. “Why are you being like this? Are you in love with him?”

This catches you off guard. “Huh?”

“Kishibe. Are you in love with Kishibe?” His brows are tight, eyes imploring you for the truth. And it’s in this moment that you realize your plan actually worked. And now you feel guilty.

Before this gets out of hand, you decide to stop the games and be honest with him. “No Aki. It’s you. It’s always been you. You’re the only one.” You look at your shoes, avoiding his gaze, embarrassed by your confession, nervous for his reaction.

“Then why were you – ”

“I was trying to make you jealous,” you interrupt him, explaining yourself. “I’m sorry. It was childish and immature and just plain dumb and I’m sorry. I understand if you’re upset. You can hand me off to someone else if you want. You don’t have to deal with me anymore.”

He copies your posture, leaning on his wrists, hands so close to touching yours. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, choosing his words carefully. “I’m not upset,” he says softly.

You look at him, surprised at his response. “You’re not?”

And finally, after two months of yearning for it, he smiles at you. “Not at all.”

You can’t help perking up at this, scooting even closer to him. “Does that mean…?”

“Yeah. It does.” He places his hand on top of yours, squeezing it gently.

“You have to say it,” you demand, flipping your palm over to interlock your fingers with his.

“Do I have to?” he groans, still grinning.

Your heart pounds in your chest, belly fluttering, grin wide and eyes bright. “Use your words, Aki. Or else I’ll get confused again.”

He shifts forward, nuzzling his nose to yours. “I like you. Happy now?”

You close the gap, kissing him on the lips, smiling. “Very happy.”

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threadbaresweater · 9 months

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If Not For You

Aki Hayakawa is the non-committal type. Aloof, quiet, and mysterious, no one really seems to know much about him. You're a quiet wallflower studying at the same university as him, navigating a tumultuous friendship with a girl who is your polar opposite in every way. When you meet Aki, your little world is flipped on its head, and nothing will ever be the same again. This is part one of a multi-part fic that I started writing last year, and in a desperate attempt to get my writer mojo back, I'm posting the first part. Cw for part 1: alcohol use, mention of sex, cigarettes and weed. Reader is female. College AU- all characters mentioned are aged 20-22. I haven't a clue how many parts this will end up being, so have patience and bear with me. Part 1 is ~4.1k words.

Parties weren’t really your thing.

You were always anxious about going to begin with; always the introvert, never wanting to do anything to attract attention, you weren’t exactly brimming with excitement. You’d rather spend a quiet evening in the comfort of your own apartment or in some other familiar place with a handful of close friends than to attend a gathering of people you barely knew, most of them older and louder than your usual crowd.

Your best friend insisted, however. She’d always been more outgoing than you, always trying to pull you out of your comfort zone by introducing you to new exciting experiences. She had an infectious– almost manic– energy that made your people-pleasing self feel like you couldn’t say no to her, so when she opened your closet to put together an outfit for you, you nodded in silent assent.

“I think you need to look at this as an opportunity,” she said, throwing a few shirts onto your bed, then bending over to root around for a pair of shoes on the floor. “You’ve been talking about how lonely you feel when Denji and I are together and you don’t have anyone to talk to. Maybe you’ll meet someone tonight! Someone who will sweep you off your feet and love you like you’ve never been loved before.” She turned to you and gave you a lopsided grin, holding up a pair of shoes that she’d deemed worthy for you to wear tonight. “Or he could just bone you and put a smile on your face. That’s always an option, too.”

You felt your face heat up and averted your eyes, scratching the back of your neck, but your friend laughed. She was partially right about how you felt. She’d been dating Denji for a couple of months now, and the two were practically a package deal at this point. You’d begun to feel like a third wheel when all of you hung out together and you knew it would eventually get to a point where you wouldn’t be welcome to spend as much time with them as you had been. It wasn’t that you didn’t have other friends– but you kept your circle small, and many of the others you would spend time with on rare occasions were also quiet and kept to themselves. Your boisterous, over-the-top best friend kept life interesting and unpredictable. Though you’d often argue with yourself over the logistics, she was definitely your preferred person to hang out with.

You arrived fashionably late to the party, where the drinks were already flowing free and the unmistakable smell of marijuana smoke permeated the heavy nighttime air as you approached the house. A small group of upperclassmen eyed the two of you as you made your way to the front door and you heard them murmur something before they turned back to passing a joint between them. You could feel the steady thrum of a bassline in the sidewalk as you walked and mentally steeled yourself for the onslaught of sound that would inevitably invade your senses as soon as you opened the door. Denji greeted your friend first, and she leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and nearly knocking him flat. She squealed and caught his mouth in a sloppy kiss before sliding away from Denji and pulling you closer by the waist. Denji wiped his lips with the back of his hand and grinned at you, wide and welcoming.

“You came!” he shouted over the music, over the din of the already rowdy crowd. “Let’s get you ladies a drink, yeah?”

Your friend grabbed your hand as the three of you wound your way through the foyer and into the kitchen, where a massive island boasted dozens of bottles and a keg had been tapped. Thankfully the music didn’t seem quite so loud in this part of the house, so you were able to talk a bit more freely. Denji poured you a concoction of something and you took a sip, recoiling at the unpleasant bite. The alcohol quickly warmed you on the way down, however, and you studied the contents of the cup with a shrug before taking another slug.

As you looked around, nodding your head in time with the music, you realized that you barely knew anyone here. You’d seen some of their faces in passing, sure, but on a campus the size of a small country, it was easy to blend in. It was one of the reasons the school appealed to you in the first place. Sure, class sizes were huge, but the fact that you could remain just another face in the crowd was a comfort to you.

Lost in your own thoughts for a few minutes, you hadn’t noticed that Denji and your friend had already made their way into the room where the music played the loudest. People were dancing, bodies grinding together under dim lighting, hazy with smoke and pungent with the smell of cigarettes, of alcohol and heady perfumes and pheromones. Alone already, and you’d literally just arrived, you chuckled to yourself to try and quell the panic that rose like bile in your throat and made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

Some best friend she was.

Hey, come to this party! (So I can find Denji and ditch you)

I promise you’ll have a good time! (I know you don’t know anyone, but it’ll be cool. I swear.)

If you left, it would take her hours to realize. You knew what she’d do– she and Denji would dance for a while, he’d probably pop a boner, and they’d end up fucking for hours in one of the bedrooms upstairs. By the time she’d realize she’d forgotten about you, you would have been home in bed with a few blissful hours of sleep under your belt.

You finished your drink and stood on tiptoe, craning your neck to confirm that the happy couple was still gyrating on the dance floor. Easily spotting Denji’s blonde hair, you heaved a sigh and pushed your way through the crowd back to the front door. No one seemed to pay you any mind at all, as if you weren’t really even there in the first place. Your head buzzed with the little bit of alcohol you’d consumed and you considered calling an Uber to take you home, but the walk was short and well-lit, so you began to walk with your head down, hands shoved into your pockets.

The next thing you knew, you'd come face to face with Aki Hayakawa, who you knew to be a friend of Denji's. Neither of you must have been paying much attention because you very nearly collided. He took a step back and widened his eyes, his mouth open slightly. You gasped and involuntarily recoiled, your hand flying to your chest as your heart skipped a beat.

“Sorry,” you muttered, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

He regarded you curiously, then looked up and over your head at the party house, where he’d been heading before you bumped into him. “Aren’t you that girl that’s friends with Denji’s girlfriend?” he asked.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, feeling embarrassed for some reason you didn’t quite understand. “That’s me!” you said, feigning cheerfulness, lifting your hands in front of you and wiggling your fingers, a cheesy grin on your face.

His lips curled into a little smile, and he shoved his hands into his pockets, taking a step forward. “So are you bored with this party already, or do you have somewhere else you gotta be?”

His question caught you off guard, and your head began to swim. While it was true that you’d seen him in passing only a handful of times, you’d never really paid much attention to Aki. He was older than Denji by at least a couple of years, and he lived in off-campus housing with a couple of other guys you’d never met. The way Denji talked, he was off-the-charts intelligent but lacked the drive to actually do anything with his abilities. He’d changed his major a few times and it was rumored that he was on the verge of flunking out, but somehow he was still hanging on by a thread.

“I um– I…” You hooked your thumb over your shoulder and shrugged. “It’s not really my scene.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’m just here to pick something up from a friend, then I’m out.”

You nodded, feeling your cheeks grow warm. Again with the embarrassment that seemed to come out of nowhere. "Cool, well, uh, I'll see ya!"

You offered him a tight-lipped smile and skirted around him on the sidewalk. Even as you stepped away, you could feel his eyes on you. Your heart fluttered a little and you walked a bit faster, breathing in the crisp autumn evening; the taste of it made you feel nostalgic for something unfamiliar and unexpected.

You had a feeling you’d see him again soon.

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The furious buzzing of your phone on the nightstand woke you from a deep sleep the following morning. Blindly pawing around for it, you held it up to your face and squinted at the harsh blue light, finding that your friend had texted you a few dozen times somewhere between three and five in the morning.

>Where are you?! Denji nd i have benn looking for u everywhjere!!

>Seriousl this isnt fdsny

>Helllllloooooooooooooo

>Okim going home with Denji i’ll call u in thr mroning

>hhhheeeeeyyyyyyyy are tou ok

>fine. See if i ever take ou to another perty

There was also a text from a number you didn’t recognize. You sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

>Hope you got home safe. You should call me if you want to hang out somewhere quieter next time

Though you hadn’t had enough to drink to have a hangover, your mind was still foggy enough with sleep that it took you a few moments to figure out who might have sent the text.

Aki…

But how did he get your number? The only logical conclusion was that Denji had given it to him, but why? It wasn’t as if you and Denji were close. You scratched your head and yawned, then shot back a quick reply to confirm it was indeed Aki who had sent the text.

>Who is this?

Not ten seconds later, a text came through.

>Aki. I ran into Denji at the party

>He and his gf were looking for you

Sorry you got left alone so long

You smiled a little to yourself.

>I’m used to it, unfortunately

>Thx for checking on me

You stretched and wandered to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and scroll through your phone, laughing at all the pictures people had posted from the party. It seemed things had gotten pretty wild, so you were secretly glad that you’d decided to bow out early. There were a few of Denji and your friend wound around each other in a few compromising positions, though still fully clothed at the time the pictures were taken. Some were dark and blurry with only a few discernible faces in view. One picture in particular caught your attention though: Aki, standing off to the side by himself while people danced and socialized around him, his eyes focused on his phone. He seemed to be typing, though you couldn’t be absolutely sure. The rest of the picture was slightly out of focus, but you could read the concern in his face. It made you wonder if someone had captured the moment he sent that text to you to make sure you were alright, and for a moment, you felt a warmth in your chest. You didn’t know a lot about Aki, but you did know that he was often aloof and distant from most of his peers. He didn’t seem like the overly-sentimental type, so the fact that he’d paid enough attention to you was a kind of compliment. It made you wonder if he’d been watching you from a distance for a little while, taking an interest in your quiet little life as a student and a part-time library assistant.

Shaking your head to clear away the thoughts that seemed to cloud your reasoning, you poured some coffee into your favorite mug and settled on the couch with your newest book and some late morning sun to kick off a lazy Saturday of lounging around in cozy comfort.

—

Weeks flew by, and you didn’t see or hear from Aki again. In the midst of your coursework and your job, you really didn’t have much time to socialize anyway. Denji and your best friend were still going strong, though their relationship seemed a bit…manic. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something felt off in the way they interacted. Denji was like a golden retriever puppy– loyal and sweet and willing to do just about anything to make her smile or laugh. Your friend, however, seemed to be wallowing in stress and low self esteem. She needed constant reassurance that Denji loved her, that she was the most important thing in his world. Though she didn’t have a history of any kind of mental illness that you knew of, you’d studied enough in your psychology classes to recognize some signs that maybe she was struggling. She picked fights with him over trivial things, and you could sense that poor Denji was beginning to feel like he couldn’t do enough to make her happy.

As soon as they’d fight, though, she’d soon be sobbing in his arms, apologizing for being so dramatic; and of course, their make-up sex was loud and over-the-top. Sometimes she’d stay with him, but more often than not, you’d sleep with earbuds to drown out the sound when he stayed over at your apartment.

One evening, you opted to take a short walk around the block. It had been a particularly rough day of classes and you just needed a little bit of fresh air. On the way, you decided to stop for a cup of cheap, sugary cappuccino from the convenience store around the corner. The chime on the door jingled merrily as you entered, and you headed straight for the machine, pulling a foam cup out of the dispenser.

“Hey.”

Aki stood beside you in a warm coat and a plaid scarf folded around his neck, his hair tousled perfectly. His cheeks were pink as if he’d been out in the cold too, and his eyes seemed unusually bright under the fluorescent lighting.

“Hey!” you replied cheerfully while filling your cup. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

He watched you curiously, one hand toying idly with his scarf. “I’ve been around.” He paused, watching you put a lid on your cup and take a sip. “What about you?”

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes to emphasize your exhaustion. “Just school stuff. It’s almost the end of the semester, and I’m really loaded down. Definitely ready for a break.”

Aki nodded, seeming to sympathize. "When you're free, we should hang out."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Me and you, Denji and your friend. I don't know, something low-key. Maybe go to the movies or something." He walked with you to the cash register and bought a pack of spearmint gum, then told the cashier to charge him for your coffee. You looked up at him, brow raised, a protest on your tongue, but he shook his head and gave you that same small smile he wore the night you ran into him at the party. "Where are you headed now?"

"I was just going out for a walk. Speaking of Denji…" You trailed off, tracing a finger around the lid of your cup, watching tendrils of steam escape the little slot to drink from. "He's at my place right now. They uh…"

"Gotcha," Aki said with a quiet chuckle. "Is it alright if I walk with you?"

You nodded and he opened the door for you, the cold night air a balm for your warm cheeks. You inhaled deeply and nodded to your right, setting foot down the sidewalk with Aki at your side.

You couldn't be sure why he had taken a seemingly sudden interest in you, but you couldn't say you minded much. The conversation between you flowed easily; you found out he'd started out as a biology major but had just switched to history last year. He said he wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his degree, but thought that being a museum curator seemed interesting enough.

"Right now, I guess I'm just focused on having a good time, you know? I don't want to limit myself when there are so many good things out there I could experience."

You nodded along, though part of you didn't agree with what he was saying. But you listened anyway; you gave him what so many others hadn't– an unbiased ear, someone who would agree with him for the sake of agreement. What Aki craved more than freedom to choose his own destiny was someone who would support him unconditionally. Someone who would listen to his stories and musings and not try to change him. He was happy with being a drifter, a nobody. It had led him down paths that most people may have been too timid to explore and given him life experience beyond his years.

"What about you?" he asked after you'd gone quiet. "What do you dream about?"

"Happiness," you answered without hesitation.

"Aren't you happy now?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean…well, not happy in the way I want to be." Words suddenly seemed terribly cumbersome, so you busied yourself with another sip of coffee and a glance upward at some snow-covered branches back-lit by the street lamp.

"So you don't know what you want."

"It's not that," you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek. "I just…haven't found what I want yet. But I'll know it when I find it."

"Hm. That's fair," he said, lighting a cigarette and exhaling into the night sky. He held it out to you with his brow raised. "Want a drag?"

"No, thanks. I don't smoke," you said.

"Good. It's bad for you."

"Then why do you do it?"

Aki shrugged and took another puff, blowing the smoke away from you, over his shoulder. "Feels good, I guess."

The traffic along the sidewalks began to thin after some time, but the snow began falling harder, dusting the concrete with a sheen of glittering white. You thought maybe Denji and your friend had quieted down by now, so you took a turn to head back to your apartment while Aki walked steadfastly at your side. You couldn't quite put your finger in it, but there was something comforting and familiar about his company. He made you feel important in ways that others had failed. He was intelligent and soft spoken, seeming to hold vast knowledge about a variety of topics, and though he seemed somewhat disenchanted with the world, he came to life in your presence.

"This is me," you announced as you rounded the block to the row of student housing and approached your doorstep. "Thanks for the company."

You were graced again with one of his rare smiles– small and a little bit uneasy, as if he wanted to stretch his lips wider but was afraid to. The snowfall had into large, fluffy flakes, one of which landed on your right eye. You giggled and reached up to wipe it away, but Aki was faster. His cool fingertips made contact with your cheek as his thumb brushed over your lashes, and you stared up at him with your mouth slightly agape.

"Let me know when you need a walking partner again," he said, dragging his fingertips across your cheek before pulling away. "The city is quieter at night. I don't like when there are too many people out."

You nodded and swallowed thickly; your chest felt light, your head a little dizzy. "Same. And yeah– I'd love to meet up again when you're free. I'm…I'm glad I ran into you tonight."

He secured his scarf and pushed his hands into his pockets, then traced a little pattern in the snow with the toe of his shoe. "Have a good night."

Lifting a hand to wave goodbye, you smiled warmly at him before retreating inside the lobby of your building, your heart hammering wildly against your ribcage.

—

Maybe it was because you’d spent time with him that night, but after your walk, you began looking for Aki everywhere you went– walking to class or riding public transport if it was too cold or raining. You’d catch a whiff of cigarette smoke and turn your head in hopes that you’d catch a glimpse of him. He hadn’t sent you any more text messages, which was fine– because why would he? You weren’t someone he needed to see or talk to on a regular basis. Really, you were no more than a couple of acquaintances with a mutual friend who just happened to take a nighttime walk together and share some deep conversation, and then he touched your cheek and your world turned upside down and–

Enough, you scolded yourself, rubbing your face to clear away the daydreams. It was a week before finals, and you’d procrastinated on not one, but two projects that needed your immediate attention or your GPA would be in the toilet.

So you threw yourself into your studies, focusing on getting everything done so you'd be able to sit back and relax with a sense of accomplishment when the semester ended. Your best friend left you alone, sometimes muttering about you being a buzzkill when she wanted to go out and you insisted on staying in. Either her class load was lighter than yours or she cared more about partying than her future, but you couldn't be bothered to think too much about it either way.

Upon leaving your last final before break, you heard a voice call to you as you slung your backpack over your shoulders and tied your scarf around your neck. You turned to find Aki walking briskly to catch up to you, mouth tilted into a little smile, cheeks cherry red from the cold winter air.

"It's been a minute," he said, stopping in front of you, focused intently on the way your eyes seemed to light up with happy surprise.

"Aki, hey! Yeah, I just finished my last final." You breathed a sigh of relief and a little laugh. "It's nice to be free for a little while."

"What are you doing right now?" he asked, a note of hope in his voice.

"I was just going home, honestly. Not too sure I have the mental capacity for anything beyond sitting on the couch."

Aki nodded. "Fair enough. Can I walk you home?"

"Sure," you said. “Are you done with finals, too?”

“Something like that,” he replied with a little chuckle.

You raised a brow and grinned. “Care to explain?”

“I mean, I’m done, but I’ve got a final project due tomorrow that I need to work on. I’ve been a little distracted though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…”

You didn’t pry, but when you felt the soft wool of his gloved hand wrap around your own, you had a pretty good idea about what it was that had made him lose focus on his studies. You gasped softly and he gave you a reassuring squeeze. He turned to you and smiled again, his eyes a comforting honeyed brown against the gray and white winter that surrounded you as you walked.

“I’m not usually so forward,” he began, slowing his pace as he considered his words, “but I really want to see you more. I wonder if you’d like to go out with me sometime.”

You nodded, hoping you didn’t appear too eager. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

“Great! Uh..what are you doing tonight?”

“I thought you had a project to work on,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, uh…maybe you could help me with that.” He squeezed your hand again and you laughed, a plume of white punctuating your amusement in the cold air.

“Maybe I could. What’s your final project supposed to be about?”

He tilted his head as if to consider, pulling the bottom corner of his lip under his front teeth. “Food. And how it’s best consumed in the company of someone you admire.”

You laughed again and watched his face light up. “Sounds like you really do need me after all.”

Oh, you have no idea, he thought to himself, watching the way your cheeks seemed to flush a little darker and your eyes sparkled. “Pick you up at seven?”

You nodded cheerfully. “It’s a date!”

“A date,” he repeated, more to himself than to you.

#aki x you #aki hayakawa x reader #csm x reader

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heavenlymarie0 · 8 months

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MDNI!! SHOO GO DO SOME HOMEWORK OR READ A CHILD APPROPRIATE BOOK!!

slight exhibition, soft dom aki and sorta kei, childhood friends, usage of princess and slut like once, afab(mentions female parts) no i didn’t read through, see bottom for more stuff

xoxo happy reading

“why do you have to take what’s mine kei!”

“cause it’s fun to see you get mad”

tsukishima kei, has been your best friend, predestined way before you were born. When your parents met the tsukishima’s they immediately became close, basically considering one another family. A few years later akiteru was born, then kei, and then just a few months later you. life as the youngest had its pros and cons. you and kei walked together everyday, ever since primary school so that means no ever bothered you. but, that didn’t stop kei from messing with you….

“your edges are a lopsided”

“kei…go somewhere and leave me alone, unless you learn to do hair don’t comment on mine”

“i’m just trying to help, also your glasses are smudged”

you side eye him with extreme distaste.

but there was one pro that you loved the most about this relationship with the boys, and that was aki. you have been smitten with him ever since you could see colors, he is the complete opposite of kei, laughing at all your terrible corny jokes, watching movies with you, letting you practice your braiding.

“OW Y/N CHRIST THAT’S TOO TIGHT!!”

“aki don’t wine! i’m almost done, hand me the braiding gel please”

You loved the boys in different ways but still equally, y'all would always spend one weekend a month together. even when everyone went to college. it definitely wasn’t hard, being that you and kei were roommates. when your parents found out y’all were both interested in going to sendai city they were able to arrange you both to be roommates. which was the biggest mistake ever.

“KEI!! how many times do i have to tell you?!? KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY STUFF”

“I didn’t touch your stuff Y/N and even if i did who cares, it’s just a couple hair products”

“oh really!!! well next time i order my stuff you can swipe your card so you can see how expensive they are”

“whatever. just cleanup, niichan will be here soon”

the three of you are all sitting watching a movie, kei on the ground using the couch as a pillow, and you and aki cuddling. cuddling with aki is so normal to all of you since you’ve been doing it forever. but tonight was different.

everyone falls asleep, but you feel your throat getting dry and also want some more comfortable clothes. you walk into the room and put on some shorts and the oversized t-shirt you stole from kei a couple days ago. walking back towards the kitchen you try reaching for a cup on the top shelf, but you feel something warm behind you. immediately you noticed it had to be kei, since aki is a little shorter

“k-kei…what are you doing?”

“Y/N why do you prefer niichan over me?”

kei says while his hand roams your plump waist, softly rubbing every part of it, admiring it.

“is it ok for me to touch you like this?”

“yes..it feels mhm~ really nice”

your head falling onto his chest, sinking into his warm touch that now surrounds you. You turn around to make eye contact with him. As you open your mouth to ask him what’s this all about, his soft lips meet with yours. His hand placement draws you closer, worried that you would slip away. He needed this moment to last forever.

He breaks the kiss trying to give you a chance to breathe. His eyes glaze over as he looks at the girl he’s been in love with forever.

“wh-why did you do that kei…”

“wow your slower than I thought, as big as your head is you have a small brain Y/N”

you roll your eyes at this comment, but kei bends down, making close contact with the shell of your ear, immediately it gets hot.

“i want you.”

you look up, mouth wide open, staring at the large boy in front of you. the only thing in your mind is how great he’d feel, touching and worshiping your body.

“take me then kei.”

almost running out of the kitchen he drags you inside his room. you’ve been inside it multiple times since you steal his stuff practically everyday, but this time you felt more nervous and anxious. he pulls you around the side of his bed, pushing you back so you fall. while you lay there his soft hands begin to pull up the shirt to exposed you stomach

“you complain about me taking you stuff only to walk around in my shirt.”

he smirks looking up at you, only to start kissing your stomach. he pulls the shirt even further and makes his way to your chest. his lips opening and latching onto them. a small moan exits your mouth, to which he responds with a bite on your nipple.

“fuck! ow kei what the hell you dick”

“if you’re gonna moan, it needs to be loud enough for niichan to hear.”

“you’re so sadistic mhm~”

before you could finish your sentence, kei interrupting you by rubbing his hand on your wet clothed cunt.

“did niichan make you this wet or was it the way i was holding you?”

the blonde hair boy asks while he pulls down your shorts revealing your pretty pussy.

“no panties? nice choice”

licking a soft line up to your clit, he begins to swirl his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Your hands fall down to reach his slightly curly blonde locks, pulling him closer. He removes his hands from your thighs, only to hold yours back.

“ahh~ kei please”

“sorry but hands off my love”

his gentle slow licks speed up. unable to hold back anymore your voice echoes off the wall.

“mmm yes kei right there”

his glasses starting to fog up from the heat of your body, he removes them and places them on you. you look so cute, face all flushed, his glasses on you, and desperate for the pleasure he’s giving you.

“hey Y/N, look at me ok.”

trying to reposition yourself on your elbows. you notice how truly handsome the boy in front of you is, especially as ravages you. tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead causing his hair to stick to his face. his long fingers hold on to you so tightly. you were so focused on his charm you didn’t notice the slight flood of light entering from the door. but kei did.

“looks like we have a guest”

your eyes instantly shoot towards the door, as you begin to reach your climax and feel the twisting in your stomach.

“AKI!”

your eyes see white and your body twitches. aki mesmerized by the way you lay on the bed. heavily breathing, bonnet slipping off, just a mess.

“oh no Y/N seems you woke up niichan, and you’ve also caused him a slight problem”

you look down to see the hard on aki has. motioning for him to come over to you, mustering up the strength to move, you crawl over to him and slowly pull down his plaid pajama pants. he looks down at you, the girl he grew up with. tugging down his boxer you are surprised by aki’s dick. it’s not long but it’s extremely veiny, with a blush pink tip, and an impressive amount of girth. your mind begins to wonder what the other brother’s looks like. but before you could even look at it while you were distracted he had begun rubbing it on your wet cunt, teasing your clit and entrance. trying to turn around aki grabs your head pushing himself all the way into your mouth and kei pushes himself into you at the same time.

“wow Y/N it’s like this slutty pussy of yours was made for me!”

aki lets out a soft moan as your mouth vibrates in response to kei’s lewd remark.

“mm you look so pretty Y/N my little princess”

as if in unison both blondes began slowly thrust into you. feeling full in both holes, your moans rise in volume but muffled by aki dick. focusing on kei pushing in and out of you manage to imagine what it looks like. kei’s isn’t as girthy but definitely long! it feels as if he‘s in your stomach with every thrust. the slow hard thrust turning fast, almost completely unable make sense of anything. you let the two boys use your body. trying to reach your climax you feel kei stop.

“mhm kei why did you stop~” your words slurred.

“don’t cum until I say so…both of you”

you look up at aki face, similar in confusion to yours, but you both nod anyway and continue.

eventually you reach the same highness you felt earlier.

“I guess you wanna mphm~ cum huh slut?”

“does our little princess wanna cum?”

PT. 2?!?!

THIS IS MY FIRST WRITING SO PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!! I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM….but don’t be a bitch <33

#tsukishima x reader smut #haikyuu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima akiteru #haikyu smut

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skachacharealsmooth · 2 years

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Akishinji fic rec masterpost

I started this fic rec list mayyyyybe March of 2021 and just like. Never got around to finishing it. Ever. I wanted to be finished by akishinji week 2021 last summer but uh. You know. It’s a whole yr later now. BUT! Here it is!!!! SkaorBust’s official™️ akishinji fic recs :D I‘ve never properly made a fic rec list, much less posted one for others to see, so feedback would be great!! And if you do end up reading and enjoying any of these works, please send the author some nice words via-comments and kudos!!! Thank you!!!!!

(Blanket warning: Most, if not all of the dark subject matters and themes that are present in persona 3 are either happening in the forefront of these fics or are driving factors of the overarching plot. Things like Shinjiro being on suppressants (drügś) and Akihiko not taking the best care of himself (yk) are common throughout all of these fics. I have tried my best to label all of the fics with sexual themes/scenes.)

“Who is October Fourth we don’t know her lol” (future fics/aus)

“Couplezoned” by Veterization

Rated: E (it’s really only one pretty skipable smutty section towards the end)

Summary: “In which Akihiko suddenly finds out that everybody is under the delusion that he and Shinjiro are a couple, and it slowly and carefully drives him crazy. He's just not sure why.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21226982

My notes: literally everything comes back to this fic for me LMAO. Best written Akihiko to date and Shinjiro is literally the sweetest. Fluffy and never fails to make me giggle a few times, overall a feel-good fic. Ft Ken and koro.

“dark chocolates” by cantfoolajoker

Rated: GA

Summary: “It wasn’t a secret that Akihiko didn't like sweets.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22711132

My notes: literal fluff overload. Akihiko is literally so fucking stupid it’s hilarious, ft. more ken and koromaru.

“in time it will be all ours” by Chocchi

Rated: T

Summary: “Yukari accuses Akihiko and Shinjiro of having couple telepathy. Akihiko tries to deny it. He really does.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7736257

My notes: Fluffy akishinji family stuff once more, super short and sweet. Mentions of jundori and yukamitsu. Ken is once more present and just a tired teenager lmao.

“Tigers Tonight” by jibrailis

Rated: M (there is smut littered throughout, but imho, it’s nothing too descriptive)

Summary: “Akihiko is always leaving.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/595280?view_adult=true

My notes: the summary isn’t all too descriptive, so here we go: Shinjiro lives a nice and steady life about 3 years after the defeat of nyx. Akihiko is the polar opposite. Both of them are written perfectly and I absolutely adore how the author doesn’t write Aki as “mr perfect”. There are so many one liners that have stuck with me in this fic. On a separate but somewhat related note, every word Ken says in this fic is actual comedic gold and his dynamic with Shinjiro feels more natural than ever.

“we never had a Valentine’s Day” by constellationfights

Rated: N/A

Summary: “A letter from Shinjiro to Akihiko about Valentine's Day.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29452404

My notes: So there are some author’s notes abt how exactly this takes place and I think they explain it the best at the beginning of the fic. In a nutshell: after the events of p3, Aki and shinji date and separate not long after bcs of a difference of philosophies. Just the normal issues, yk.

“Bulletproof” by Supernova_sage

Rated: M (skippable smut-ish sections)

Summary (condensed): “Akihiko didn’t move. He didn’t even get back to his feet. Instead, he lay back and stared at the dark sky. There were too many city lights to make out any stars, but that was okay. The point wasn’t to see the stars. The point was to lie there. So, that’s what he did. He lay in silence, surrounded by the night. Soon enough, he felt the presence of another body lay down beside him. He turned his head to see Shinjiro. Huh. Akihiko figured the brunette had long since walked away from him. Guess he was wrong.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12914235/chapters/29506014

My notes: you can’t really tell by the summary, but this fic is a Groundhog Day-esc fic (my weakness) where Akihiko is stuck in a month-long loop that spans the duration of Shinjiro’s re-joining of SEES and subsequent death shortly after. Every time Shinji dies, the loop is reset and Aki goes back to square one. This fic absolutely nails down their banter to a T and is very satisfying to read, even after the millionth time.

“We sadly do know who October fourth is” (angst)

“Catch 22” by orphan account

Rated: T

Summary: “If nothing else, he can choose the way he will die.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15387513

My notes: more or less how Shinjiro met Takaya and whatnot, with a concerned Akihiko sprinkled in.

“Granted” by kanatayuko

Rated: GA

Summary: “Akihiko hears about Chidori's revival and, though he's sincerely happy for Junpei, it makes him think about many things.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2679827

My notes: sad. Just sad. Takes place after Chidori gets revived, ft jundori.

“burden” by fideliter

Rated: T

Summary: “Castor was always the mortal son.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5213018

My notes: man am I a slut for third person POV. Night of October fourth through akihiko’s eyes.

“philatos | most beloved” by cantfoolajoker

Rated: M (death n stuff)

Summary: “Akihiko died the night of October 4th. Shinjiro grieves the afternoon of October 5th.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22398856

My notes: THIS IS ACTUALLY A RLLY COOL AU ITS SAD BUT ITS RLLY COOL. Also I love Shinjiro coming to conclusions with himself. So poignant.

“Baby SEES” (pre-October 4th 2007)

“Package Deal” by Lavenza123

Rated: T

Summary: After joining SEES, Akihiko decides to catch up on the childhood he lost due to being an orphan - so after overhearing others talk about movie nights and sleepovers, naturally he wants to experience it for himself. Shinjiro goes along with it, because they've always been a package deal. Somehow, Mitsuru gets roped into that and gets an elbow to her face as a reward. The rest is a wild ride from there.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31779997

My notes: BABY SEES FLUFF ITS JUST REALLY CUTE. Rated T for swearing, and the romance is just sweet and innocent! Literally tooth-rotting an the author captured their dynamic perfectly. Mentions of what happens after October 4th in femc’s timeline, but it all ends up okay :)

#akishinji #akihiko sanada #shinjiro aragaki #persona 3

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vivalaluciforever · 2 years

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Lucifer x Reader - Cow Issues

(Y/N) pov:

"What in the entire Devildom is that beast doing in the house?"

Many people would not run into this situation, and I know I most certainly wouldn't under normal circumstances. Staring Lucifer down as he stands utterly mortified and completely enraged in the doorway, I slowly move out of his direct line of sight. As I previously stated, this is normally a downright terrifying situation; however, when the Prince of the Devildom is on your side all fear disappears because the strongest demon is your protector.

"Lucifer, it's a cow. You hurt Mr. MooMoo's feelings. He is not a beast." states Satan, the knowing smirk barely hiding his laugh. He knows he's egging on his elder sibling.

Slowly, a vein begins to bulge on Lucifer's porcelain forehead, "You named... a... cow?!"

"Yes," chuckles out Barbatos while gesturing to Lord Diavolo fanning over Mr. MooMoo, "The Young Lord decided that it was an appropriate name for the herbivore."

Cue Lucifer looking like he might explode, slowly I walk over and gently massage his hand while whispering to him, "Lucifer..."

"Well, so far he hasn't caused any problems so it seems to be okay so far," whispers Barbatos to Lucifer outside of the hearing of the other brothers.

Taking a rare glance up from his video game, Levi looks around the chaos of the room, "I honestly couldn't care either way what happens with Mr. MooMoo."

"Well," states Satan, cackling, "The simple pleasure of Lucifer being angry is all it takes for me to be on board with it."

Glaring, I give Satan a warning, "Satan, don't push it. This is not the time to be a comedian."

"I bet I could make a wonderful skincare routine from the milk!" exclaims Asmo in utter excitement.

Dragging Lucifer behind me, I pull him onto the couch and sit right down on his lap. Even though he's silenced himself, his rage is still there beneath the surface. He's so tense I can feel his rock-hard muscles. Wiggling around, I position myself perfectly in his lap to make me cause him to gain that beautiful dusting of red on his cheeks and for me to be completely comfortable.

Subtly grabbing me by the back of my head, Lucifer gives my hair a little yank, "Watch yourself (Y/N), or I'll be seeing you alone tonight."

"Maybe," I whisper seductively to my completely turned-on demon, "that's my intention."

"You're playing a dangerous game (L/N)..." hisses Lucifer in my ear.

Turning around, I face Lucifer head-on, "Well then, let's play later tonight."

NEWS FLASH FROM YOUR AUTHOR, THIS WILL BE A SHORTIE BUT ENJOY ME ONCE AGAIN LEADING UP TO IT AND NOT ACTUALLY WRITING THE LEMON. <3 LOVE YOU!!!!!! ;)

"If you're not there at six pm sharp (Y/N) (L/N) I will come and drag you to my room myself," he whispers in my ear while gently grazing his canines on my neck.

Little Skip to Mammon's pov:

*Inside of zhe head* I wonder how much money I could make off of the milk... GRIMM COME RAINING DOWN ON ME! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

After that interesting little commercial break... Return to (Y/N) pov:

"I just want to drink some milk!!!!!!" exclaims Beel, a happy expression slipping onto his face.

Laughing, Solomon just watches the entire spectacle as it is going down, "Honestly, can I just experiment on Mr. MooMoo?"

The chorus shout of no was a hilarious sight to behold.

"Well, I just think it's cute!" exclaims Simeon, happiness lacing his voice.

Luke is almost like a little puppy jumping up and down in excitement, "I just want to drink milk with my cookies!!!!"

"Boys," I state out loud to everyone. They all look up at me and I just chuckle, "You named him Mr. MooMoo, and you're trying to milk his d*ck. That's all!"

CUE THE WONDERFUL SIGHT OF PUKING DEMONS. >.< LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

Hi everyone! So, here's the low down. New meds, counseling, and family sh*t, and as such I am drained and running all over. Anywho... who like BuLl MiLk???? 0.o lol. This tiny writing is courtesy of an idea given to me by Aki, and I just thought it was hilarious so I said eh let's go for it. I also got extra spicy on you guys tonight because why not. When writing Mammon's part I literally thought of the commercial 'Dooo do do do do dooo'. Don't know why I wanted to share that or why I thought you would understand the do do's but eh. Anyway, if you have any questions, requests, etc just hit me up. Sorry for being absent, and to be honest I'll probably be absent unless I get requests just because requests make me feel double obligated to write. Thanks so much, guys!!!!!

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healersadjust · 2 years

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“Um, Amil... What am I looking at?”

“My plants,” Amil tilted his head. “Did you not say you would watch them for tonight?”

“I thought they were, y’know... Regular plants.” Aki sighed. “Not plants big enough to eat me.”

“Well, do not step too close when they wake up.” Amil chuckled at his niece. “They smell fear.”

“I’m not afraid of some greenery!” Aki stomped her foot, glaring at Amil.

Amil laughed as he pat her head reassuringly. “I am certain you will be fine. Do take care, and observe from afar. They should not wake up for another few hours. You are simply ensuring they do not break free.”

“And if they do?”

“I trained you in the scythe, did I not?” Amil smiled. “They’ll be no match for your skills, though I do hope it does not come to that. They are crucial for my research.”

Aki crossed her arms over her chest. She would be certain to think about what she was signing up for beforehand next time... “Alright. Please, be good tonight, they’re my friends.”

Amil smirked. “And when have I ever gotten into trouble?”

Aki stared blankly at him. “All the time?”

He laughed once more, then gave his word to be on his best behavior. No void shenanigans, even if many of the people there are void touched anyway... Aki simply hoped he actually understood what else qualified as good behavior.

“I’ll let you know how it goes, little one.” Amil pat her once more before he was out the door.

Aki turned her attention to the snoring plants... It would be an interesting night indeed.

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Aki’s stuck with plants!!!!!!!! Fucked up spooky plants!!!!!! Additionally, she’s still hiding from Alisaie... She’s getting herself into too many shenanigans as of late. But Amil’s gonna go party in her place tonight at @bramdreamshade ‘s glitter hall!!!! And maybe Aki wont get eaten by giant evil plant creatures... maybe..........

#IM REALLY EXCITED FOR AMIL TIME #if you could not tell already dhsjkfshdkjfhdsjkfhskhskj #his glamor situation is pretty bad but its the best we can do!!!!!#im also workshopping him on the fly lmao #but im super excited for glitter tongiht! Aki forgot to mention the whole... well #glitter.#he is unaware he will be sparkly by the end of the night #BUT TO BE FAIR #aki was unaware his plants are closer to human than Amil himself.....#v time bb #once again do let me know if you dont want tagged in these!!! I figured id plug the void night while i was writing about aki and amil

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cosmicmurders · 9 months

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Murdered Lovers

Trigger warnings: Mentions of blood, Death, mentions of puking, Detailed gore

Summary: Evelyn Amor is a homicide investor, but what happens when the victims this time around are people she knows. Will she be able to crack this case before it cracks her?

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Tonight was one of the worse nights I had in a while, a family not far from here was murdered. Those poor kids never saw it coming, their small bodies covered in blood from being beaten parts of their skulls showing from their heads. The parents were worse their whole face was gone from the head, the hands cut from them. Whoever did is sick, sick in the head. Oh jeez Even when I walk through the park it still smells of a dead body. This job is so... So... Holy shit what is that? It looked like somebody was on that huge tree in the middle of the park.

As I walked closer to the tree I saw the black shadow I saw it was getting bigger, I took out my phone flashlight and shined it on the figure I saw. I wasn't ready for what was I about to see. It was my first ever high school sweetheart, Loba Winters.... we broke up way before cause she was leaving for college. She would've been 29 right now. Her birthday was so close, but now it seemed so far away. I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing in front of me.

Her body is disfigured and twisted in all different ways. Her once beautiful Black hair was now stained bloodied red. Her eyes…. Dear god her eyes are so cold it could make anyone puke up what they made for dinner last night. She must have died in so much pain. Her body is just hanging up there, lifeless. What did she do to get this kind of cruel death? Why was she killed like this? My vision started to blur and I fell on my knees holding my belly. My mind was racing, thinking too much about too many things. That smell, it's so disgusting it's so... I looked down at the grass trying to keep it cool. But I just couldn't and ended up puking my guts out, I was right... The body could make anyone puke up what they ate last night. I had to call this in.

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Everyone finally got here. The crime scene unit started taking photos. The photos they had to take, oh the shame she must feel, her dead body just there. May her soul rest in peace. They had gotten her body down from the tree, freeing her lifeless body from being humiliated. The captain came to ask me if I was okay, I tried to stay calm, "Yeah I'm fine" but the last part came out broken. It was then when I broke I couldn’t believe it….I loved her I cared for her. And she was just gone. Snuffed out, her flame gone too soon. it wasn't fair. “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault, I want you to understand that. This sick monster is to blame, I swear we’ll get them. They hit one of our own. Don't worry Evie, we got you” It felt like a part of me shattered into pieces, I couldn't breathe. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. It was like I was suffering from a lack of air. I needed to breathe I wanted to wake up and think it was all a dream. I wanted to see her on the stage again being silly and laughing. Being the biggest goofball ever. But it wasn't a dream… It was a nightmare We found five more bodies and all of them were ex-lovers of mine. Who could've done this to them...

Victim#1 Loba Winter Victim#2 Melody Booth

Victim#3 Jason Miller Victim#4 Rika Lin

Victim#5 Ethan Baker Victim#6 Aki Yunoso

#gore #horror #lovers #Murder #story #original story #murderedlovers #cosmicmurders

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impulsivefanwriter · 3 years

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A Tiny Spark Leads to a Roaring Flame (But Flames Can Always be Doused by Water)

Heeyyyyy so y’all know the Reverse Thanos Snap AU for SPBNR? Basically everyone but Smith/S!Kai gets sent to the M!verse. Everyone. The entire population of S!verse Ninjago City & a few surrounding areas. Except poor Smith. Essentially it happens because S!Garmadon tries to send Smith to a place where he can't mess with his plans, and ends up sending everyone away from Smith to take him out of the equation.

The second part to this AU is that the S!Ninja end up searching for Kai in the chaos and grab the Red Ninja before jetting out of there with the Bounty. Except... they didn’t grab Smith (who’s still home), but rather Red (M!Kai).

Red thinks the S!Ninja are babysitter clones created by Garmadon after he somehow turned Lloyd younger without his memories & is trying to raise him to be his new General #1. With this in mind, he pretends to be S!Kai, and waits for the moment he can rescue Lloyd.

What would happen in the S!Ninja discovered his deception/their mistake of grabbing a wrong Kai and mistake Red for a recreated Aki (aka Bizarro Evil Clone Kai) before he could enact his plan?

Well, this is that idea. (Title inspired by how a crack AU spiralled into a beautiful angst-fest)

Enjoy. :3

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Red was going to get Lloyd out of here tonight.

Away from these Not-Friends made by Garmadon to emulate the Ninjaforce. Away from this flying ship built to emulate Master Wu's ship, so familiar and yet so off. Away from this false reality and back to the real everything where they could hopefully get his memories back and his age back and everything back to the way it was before the city descended into chaos.

He just had to... bide his time. Be patient.

FSM, he was bad at being patient.

His hands itched to grab Lloyd and run now, but he was horribly outnumbered and without his mech. No matter how badly he wanted to, he couldn't rush this. If he did, he would make everything worse. Like he always did.

But fate- or rather, Lloyd- had other plans.

The little version of his younger brother- yes, they were roughly the same age normally, shut up, Lloyd was still his younger brother- had been... eying him weird all morning. Not like Not-Jay and Not-Cole and Not-Zane, but like Not-Nya. Like he actually knew instead of suspected. These babysitter clones seemed to think he was the Not-Kai, and if that was the opportunity the universe was going to give him, then by the flames of the departed world was he going to skip this chance to save Lloyd.

Currently he stood on the deck of the ship as they parked in the sky a few meters above the docks on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't the docks with the Bounty warehouse, curse his luck, but it wasn't the endless sky or the empty ocean (though it was still too close to that murky, haunting water for his liking. Water was his sister's domain for a reason). At least he could sneak Lloyd off in the cover of night, maybe find someone in the city who wouldn't recognize the Son of Garmadon this way and would be willing to help them hide until they could make it back to the real ninja.

"Kai," Not-Zane spoke suddenly next to him.

Red would never get used to the way his voice... lacked the same effect the real Zane's had. The effect that Kai and the rest of his team had assured their friend over and over was unique, special, but in a good way. To embrace it. That it wasn't noticeable, but when it was, that it was so Zane that his friends didn't care that it was different.

This 'Zane' sounded much too different than his own. He hadn't recognized Kai's tested line of 'road work ahead' when they passed one of the many construction signs littering the city (even more so since the chaos happened a week ago), and instead had responded with 'a great deal of work to fix in the city'.

Seriously, Garmadon, do better research on your clones.

Not-Zane was also much too... calm. Too 'wise' compared to the wild teen that was Zane. And he walked without heelies or whatever Zane used to slide around like a boss, though he was still silent. And that meant, like now, he snuck up on Red fairly often- and Red was training to be a Ninja, so that took serious talent.

"Kai," Not-Zane said again, and Red finally broke his gaze from where he'd been staring over the railing, planning tonight's escape route. "Lunch has been made for over an hour. Are you alright?"

Red forced his brightest smile. "Course I'm alright! Just trying to figure out what happened, as usual."

Why Lloyd was suddenly like, 8, and without his memories. Why the Not-Friends were on this Not-Ship and had mistaken him for Not-Kai. Why the city was in a state of disarray and chaos.

Not-Zane studied him, then turned to give the city a sad look. "I'm not sure myself. My scanners can't seem to figure out what is happening. It is as if... blocked by some force."

Red winced, then expertly disguised the move by leaning against the rail. Zane never would use 'my scanners', despite how often Red and the others assured him it was okay. Yet another reason why this wasn't his friend.

"You know Ninjago City," Red said with a weak laugh. "Always one crisis or another. Always those annoying Garmadon Attacks"

This seemed to satisfy Not-Zane, who nodded thoughtfully. "This event definitely seems to have Garmadon's hand in the mess."

He patted Red on the back. "Well, don't worry yourself ragged, Kai. Come in for lunch soon, alright? We have training for Lloyd later."

Ah, right. Training. AKA what Red assumed was how Garmadon was planning to shape this impressionable version of his friend into his new General #1.

"I'm ready for training now, Zane!"

Speaking of Lloyd-

The little gremlin came up from the hull with the rest of the Not-Ninja. Red hated when the entire group was together; it was way more difficult to act as Not-Kai around them, especially around Not-Nya.

For starters, Not-Jay had a notch in his eyebrow that the real Jay never had. He was missing the iconic freckles, and the scarf, and the fluffy hair, though you could always say it was just a wardrobe change. What you couldn't change was the personality differences. This couldn’t be Jay. Jay was anxious and quiet, his jokes (while plentiful) said more timidly and his newest ideas shared with hesitance that only shrank after years of encouragement. He would never be this loud, ever.

Not-Cole was the leader, probably because Lloyd was so young. But even then, in Red's team, Nya would probably take second-command. Cole was their sturdy support, yes, but he was chill, laid-back. Ready to follow and support his friends to the ends of the earth with his tunes and occasional sarcastic wit, but not lead. Not like Not-Cole, who was more serious and commanding and didn't. listen. to. music. Red hadn't spotted a single record or boombox in the room in the hull. That was a tragic oversight on Garmadon's part. The members of his research team should be Fired.

And then there was Not-Nya. Who wore a dress with confidence that his sister would love but never publicly wear. Who had short hair- Nya had tried that style once, and decided it itched around her neck too much- and jewelry, and a giant flying Samurai mech suit. His sister had the Water Strider Mech, and Not-Nya had a flying combat suit. Sure. Close enough. Personality-wise they were similar.

Similar at first glance. Nya was fluid and adaptable to whatever role she needed filling. She was spunky, and as fiery as him when it came to tempers, though she knew how to keep hers in check (she had to, right? No one called her hot-headed and impulsive and reckless and blamed her temper for mistakes or damage or whatever the news comments liked to say about the Fire Mech). Not-Nya was also adaptable and independent-minded, but she seemed more rigid. More doing her own thing.

Point was, everyone wasn't actually his friends, despite how much they tried to prove they were. And they kept acting like he was this Not-Kai, who was just as hot-headed but apparently more mature and training-oriented and basically the better, cooler (or hotter, perhaps, for the fire theme of the red ninja) him, since his acting never seemed to fully convince them. Trying to impersonate a standard he couldn't seem to reach, some legendary hero he wasn't- er, wasn't yet! Yeah! He just needed to prove himself, be better, and he'd be fine. Just... fine. Yeah.

Mini-Lloyd (Red was tempted to call him L'ilyod in his head, but that felt wrong somehow, like he was infringing on some kind of copyright law) stared at him like a goddamn falcon, and he wasn't talking about the bird that circled the ship. He had this bowl-cut Red would tease him about endlessly after all this was over- seriously, how had Mr. Fabulous Hair started with this mess? Garmadon probably didn't even have hair, so there was no way the guy knew how to style it, and it was very evident based on Mini-Lloyd's hairdo.

Red noticed that all of them were staring, actually. Despite his relaxed rest against the rails, his fingers behind his back clutched the cool bar with a dull shake. He didn't notice how the metal seemed to glow red under his touch.

"Training, right, we should get onto that," Red tried. "What do you want to start with, Lloyd?"

"How about a little game?" Lloyd asked with complete innocence. "What we were playing last week before we got interrupted."

Oh sh!t.

"I-I don't know, shouldn't we start with stretches? Or how about some sparring, that's always more fun than a game!"

"But I wanted to continue our game..." Mini Lloyd said, and FSM's sake, he couldn't deal with that pouting look.

Okay. Okay, don't panic. Think logically. What kind of game would an 8-year-old Lloyd like to play with him? Something physical, so no board games- he liked to test his mettle against Zane on those, and sometimes he would almost not-lose. Logic puzzles also fell more on Jay's area. Trivia, especially music trivia, was a bubble between the anxious motormouth and Cole. Video games fell on team building, and wouldn't classify as a training warmup.

"Well," Red said, taking a hopeful stab in the dark. "There's not too much space on the deck for... tag..."

Lloyd nodded, looking satisfied. The Not-Ninja looked- well, their expressions were hard to read because of how different it was compared to his friends. But Red was a master of deception (well, fire, but eh, technicalities), and he had them fooled, and he just had to keep it up until nightfall so he could rescue Lloyd and explain in a safe location-

"HE'S NOT KAI!"

Orrrrr improvise. Okay, yep, he could improvise.

Red lunged forward and grabbed Mini Lloyd's wrist from where he had his hand extended in an accusatory point. He ducked under Not-Jay's attempts to grab him- fast, but not as fast as his Jay, his Jay who could disappear from an awkward social interaction in the span of a flickering lightbulb- and dragged his younger brother with him as he vaulted over the railing. Not-Zane almost managed to yank him back onto the Not-ship, but his icy grip caught only empty air as Red pulled Lloyd into a tight hold and ducked.

He hit the dock below with a stumble, rolling back onto his feet and taking off with a very stubborn green ninja in tow. It took all his strength to drag Lloyd (kicking and screaming like he was being kidnapped or something when Red was just trying to rescue him, for FSM's sake. Lloyd didn't know that, but he could still try to be at least a little more considerate.)

The wooden docks creaked and shuddered underfoot and Red grimaced; whoever rebuilt them after the latest Garmadon attack had shredded them like newspaper clearly hadn't wasted any unnecessary change. It certainly didn't help that Lloyd packed quite the punch for someone so small. Red definitely would come out of this with bruised shins and arms from where Mini Lloyd tried to push him away, but it would be worth it to keep his teammate, his younger brother, safe.

Then green filled his vision and broke his hold on Lloyd's wrist, sending him skidding across the dock planks as he was sent flying. When he finally rolled to a stop, neck and shoulder stinging from where the blast had caught him (no burns, just jitters like he'd been shocked), he had to take a few seconds to re-orient himself. Did the Not-Ship have cannons or something? What hit him from behind, so close it could have hit Lloyd?

Lloyd. Was Lloyd okay?

Red pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the bleeding scrapes on his hands and legs from where he'd gotten banged up by the splintered docks. His gaze, sharp and frantic, searched for signs of green. The warning of more blasts, the flash of the fabric of a gi, anything.

He spotted his brother in the arms of Not-Cole. No, no, no-

And suddenly Not-Nya was there, given a boost by Not-Jay. Her grip was as if she were wearing the robotic mech suit, harsh and powerful and near in-human. She threw Red back to the dock floor as her face twisted with the fury of a storming ocean. A resounding crack rang out over the harbour.

Red couldn't tell if it came from the planks under him or his own shoulder.

She pinned him to the wood, barking accusations and threats in his face faster than Not-Jay could talk. Red blinked through a haze of pain, trying to focus on her face and words. She was missing the beauty mark on her face, he noticed. Yet another tell she wasn't his sister.

"-scar on the wrong side-" And it was hard to hear again over the ringing in his ears. He tried to throw her off, get back to Lloyd, anything, but he was-

Useless.

Her hands suddenly got in his face, slamming his left cheek to the wood. She was close- close to his face, close to his eye, close to his scar- pushing and prying as she tried to do something. Red picked up in his struggling, his attempts to free himself turning to desperate shoves and wild clawing like a trapped animal. He wouldn't let this creation of Garmadon's finish the job that teen had started all those years ago.

"Or better yet, he needs to shut his damn mouth."

The flash of a knife. His vision half-blurry. Blood- so much blood- and a lasting scar.

"-contacts-" "-red-" "-struggling-" "-we know what he- it- is already-" "-not the real Kai-" "-wish-" "-Garmadon-"

He had to get away. Get Lloyd away from them now.

In one surge of strength- and yep, his shoulder definitely wasn't okay after that move, as if he'd ripped it not just from its socket but from its very attachment to his body- he knocked Not-Nya aside. If he could’ve seen through the red haze, he might have noticed red embers dancing around his fingertips as his desperation and fear tapped into something deep in his soul.

He tried to shoot to his feet, tried to run for Lloyd (held so tight in Not-Cole's grip, surely they were hurting him, he couldn't let that happen-). He roared, "LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!", but before he could take another step through Not-Jay and Not-Zane in his path, the docks gave one last ominous shudder before deciding it had finally had enough.

The planks crumbled underfoot like charred firewood in a crackling campfire, and Red was sent tumbling into the frigid ocean water below.

#spbnr #reverse Thanos snap au #reverse thanos snap #ninjago #lego ninjago #same People but not really #kai ninjago

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ratmonky · 3 years

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Night Smoke

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: smoking, hair-pulling, shitty ass vanilla

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A gift to a person who always brings joy to my life, @venranae

Aki didn’t like the silence that would fill his apartment when there wasn’t anyone at home. It would drown him and swallow him whole.

He could never admit it out loud but he enjoyed his subordinates’ company. Their loudness, arrogant arguments, and terrible manners made this empty house feel like an actual home.

“Ahh, that’s my brand!” you snatched the cigarette that was dangling between Aki’s lips and placed it between your own lips as you sat down on the floor table across from him. “Must be my lucky day if you bought my brand!”

“Mine was out of stock.” Although he was caught off guard, he didn't comment further on you yanking his cigarette from him as he pulled out the last cigarette from his pack. He had to buy another pack now. “Busy day?”

“Hmm,” you inhaled deeply at the smoke, holding it in before exhaling. “Had to babysit two brute bastards for the whole day.”

“Where are they?”

You shrugged in response.

“Are they at least alive?”

Another shrug.

“You’re more irresponsible than them.” He was smiling when he said it, taking a long whiff of his cigarette.

“You really think so?” You leaned toward him on the sofa, looking at him through your lashes.

“Well, you’re smoking indoors.” A deep inhale before exhaling, the grey smoke emerged out from his lips before he bit the cigarette gently between his front teeth. His hand reached behind to hook a finger under his hair tie, once he succeeded, he pulled it, letting his hair fall down.

“So are you.” You stared at him dreamily with a dumb smile on your lips.

“It’s my house.” He put the hair tie around his wrist before taking the cigarette between his two fingers.

“Our house.” It was true, you were all like a family.

“You don’t live here.” He grimaced.

“I have my toothbrush here,” you reminded.

“You’re childish and blunt. Why do I even let you inside my house?” He was talking to himself.

“Maybe because I’m taking care of this?” You stretched your leg under the table and pressed your foot on his bulge, gently rubbing it.

Aki deadpanned but you could see a single droplet of sweat forming on his temple before it trickled down to his cheek.

Letting out a soft chuckle you took a drag from your cigarette, exhaling slowly, training your eyes on him. “Am I wrong?”

He didn’t answer, the excess ash from his cigarette between his lips fell on the table but he still didn’t move.

To mess with him, you pressed harder on his bulge with the bottom of your foot, this time he reacted by letting out a sharp gasp, choking on his own saliva immediately after.

“Hey, Aki,” you said, exhaling smoke from your cigarette. “Say something.” You continued rubbing him with your foot and he stared at you all the while. It was quiet. A smirk tugged at your lips when you felt his cock swell up under your foot and under the rough fabric of his pants, “You’re getting hard.”

“No,” he averted his gaze and took a long whiff from his cigarette. His jaw was clenched tight, he was growing harder by the second.

“The bastards are out,” you said, giving his bulge a particular circular rub you knew he liked. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“We don’t have any condoms left.” He inhaled deeply from the smoke, “Besides they’ll come back soon,” he said as he exhaled. “Get your foot away from me.”

“You never use condoms anyway.” You stubbed out your cigarette on the ashtray and retrieved your foot before getting up. “I’m gonna check on Beam if he needs company tonight,” you sighed, turning around your heels to head for the kitchen. “Hirofumi too, last time when we went out drinking he was quite touchy and even gave me his number.”

Opening the fridge, you stuck your head inside and searched around the bottom shelf to check if Denji had hidden any of those yakults behind the vegetables so Power wouldn’t get to them.

A set of hands landed on your hips.

You froze as the hands gripped your hips tighter, slowly pulling you against his growing erection to grind his hips on the supple flesh of your ass.

He was easy to tease nevertheless of how much he hated to admit it. Only you held this much power over him. Aside from Makima.

As his assigned partner by Makima herself, you were easy to get along with. You were flirty and serious when the time was right. Composed and professional during work but the complete opposite at home.

“Get your hands away from me,” you mimicked his tone from before, pouting your lips as you twisted your body to look at him. The fridge had started beeping, you had to close its door.

Aki ignored your mocking and the beeping sound coming from the fridge as he pulled your pants down abruptly without saying anything.

Letting out a sharp gasp, you gripped on the fridge’s door, shutting it close before making a move to stand straight up but he slouched forward, pressing his chest on your back to keep you in that position.

He was rocking his hips, slowly but seductively. You could feel his bulge poking against your naked skin.

“What are you doing?” you dared to ask when his hands on your hips slid under your shirt and up to cup your breasts.

“Stay.”

The single word he uttered meant many things.

Stay in this position.

Stay where you are.

Stay over the night.

Stay and don’t leave me.

Stay with me.

You were willing to do all of those things, even if he hadn’t asked you to.

“Aki,” you breathed, his hands had gone under your bra, kneading the soft flesh gently. Your hands that were on the fridge’s door to keep your balance went to grab his wrists over your shirt, “My back hurts like this.”

He pushed you forward and took a step to his side. Within barely a second, you found your face being pressed against the kitchen counter.

Giving your tits one good squeeze and massaging your nipples with his thumbs, Aki pressed his hips harder against your ass.

You moaned softly, turning your head to rest your cheek on the counter. One of his hands on your tits moved between your bodies so he could pull down his pants. You wiggled your hips impatiently, breathing heavily until he tugged his pants to release his aching cock.

Once he managed to pull his down to his thighs he guided his cock between your legs. You gasped and arched your back, giggling at his enthusiasm, “You’re being soo eager, did you make a deal with a sex devil or something?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled under his breath, he didn’t want to hear any of your jokes when he was dragging the tip of his cock between your folds, coating it with your juices.

Chuckling you pushed yourself towards him, silently telling him to hurry up.

Aki guided the tip of his cock into your entrance using his hand and moved his hips forward to slide in his entire length inside you.

Moaning, you balled your hands on the counter into fists. You could never get used to his girth. Since it had been a long while since the last time you two had sex, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls was overwhelming.

He stilled inside you, taking a deep breath as your insides were clamping on his cock but once he collected his breath, he fixed his posture and placed his hands on your hips. Pulling his hips back, he pushed them back frenziedly, earning an audible moan from you.

Immediately starting a pace that was strong enough to make everything on top of the counter shake, he started fucking you almost frantically. With each thrust he took your breath, stroking all the good spots along the way.

His thrusts were becoming more fierce if not desperate. He wanted you more than you wanted him. Having to hold back because he can’t lose his composure or because you two are never alone, he was pent up from all of it.

Now that he had you wrapped around him like this, he could let out all of that build-up, lose himself within the pleasure, and indulge in your slick heat.

Aki grabbed a handful of your hair to pull it. Having your head lifted up like this, making your back arch completely, he could thrust in deeper in this position. Using his hands on your hips, he slammed you onto his cock at the same time he was snapping his forward.

You let out a mewl in pleasure, toes curling as soon as the tip of his cock hit a sweet spot. His name left your lips in a silent prayer, needy and begging.

Aki was more than willing to give you more.

He picked up speed, his hips started moving uncontrollably, each thrust filled with force and desperation. There was no point in holding back when you were asking for him not to.

Your legs were becoming jelly as you started dissolving into pleasure, you reached a hand between your legs to toy with your clit. You chasing after your euphoria by rubbing tight circles on the sensitive nub, made your walls pulsate around his cock, clenching around him.

Aki moaned lowly at the sensation and his hips haltered, he let go of your hair. He tentatively pulled back and snapped his forward at the same time he was slamming you onto his cock. This time was last though, he shoved himself as deep as he could inside your cunt and you felt him throb inside you moments before you felt his balls twitched against your skin.

He spilled his seed inside your womb and continued fucking his cum into you. Drops of cum started gushing out from your pussy, dripping onto the tile floor. He slouched forward and his hands on your hips slid up your sides before he wrapped his arms around you.

A smile tugged at your lips and although you wanted to face him to hug him as well, you knew he wouldn’t embrace you if he was looking at your face. His pride of not wanting to show others his true feelings would never let him. So, you let him wrap his arms around you until he broke the hug.

~~~

While you were in the shower, Aki wiped the mess he had made in the kitchen. He wanted to smoke but since he didn’t have any cigarettes left, he had to go out to buy a pack.

After grabbing a jacket, he quickly opened the door.

On the other side of the door were Denji and Power, sitting on the floor. As soon as they heard the door open, they were back on their feet. “Can we come in now?” Power whined.

He paused and stared at them in confusion, Denji was holding a milkshake from that burger place down the street. “What?”

“(name) gave us money to buy hamburgers and told us to wait outside until she opened the door to let us in,” Denji yawned and stretched his spine until there was a satisfying crack. “We’ve been waiting for an hour ya know, where’s she?”

Aki was dumbfounded, he didn’t say anything because he was speechless. He only nodded and moved away from the door, gesturing for them to get in the apartment.

“Finally!” Power cheered with a fist up and ran inside with her shoes on. “Nyako! Nyako, I’m home!”

Aki didn’t even bother to yell at her as he heard the cat meow from somewhere in the apartment and Power’s laughter.

Denji raised a brow, “Ya good?”

He nodded, slowly. “Yeah, I’m gonna go buy cigarettes.”

“Alright,” Denji walked past him and inside the apartment.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Aki slapped a hand on his forehead and dragged it down. Now, he really needed a smoke.

#aki hayakawa x reader #when will i stop writing about smoking? hmm idk once i stop smoking ig #beam best boy i am gonna write a fic for him once i'm done with my other fics!!!

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Chapter 8 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“Oh, hello there Sakura.”

She almost lost her balance when she saw her next customers. Standing beside Kakashi with her arm entangled in his was a brunette, a spitting image of Dr. Aki Nohara, a giveaway that this was her sister. Sakura’s surroundings dimmed out of focus, and her hearing became muffled as if she was submerged underwater.

“Couldn’t mistake that green eyes for anyone,” Kakashi continued. “I’ll have a caramel butterscotch with extra whipped cream – make it super heavy – and Rin –“

“That’s supposed to be my order, you dummy,” the woman replied beside him. He chuckled in fascination and tightened his hold on her arm. “Besides, you don’t like sweets.”

“You’re still on a specialized diet so allow me to eat and drink whatever you want while you stick with – “ Kakashi glanced at Sakura, and she immediately mustered a tight-lipped smile. “One iced americano in your smallest size please. Thanks, Sakura.”

She took in a deep breath, suddenly aware that she wasn’t able to acknowledge her teacher and his companion, but so many things have been running through her head – like how did he know it was her? Why was he with Rin? Did he propose already? She hasn’t even confessed yet.

Somehow, in the dragging silence in her ears, she heard Sasuke cleared his throat. That was enough to break her from the spell, and she put on her bravest mask. “Hi Kakashi-sensei. Nice of you to drop by! I’ll have your order ready in a jiffy.”

Kakashi turned around and waved lazily at Sasuke. “One of my students is here too. Are you on a red eye advance study?”

“Can’t sleep so might as well have caffeine.”

“You’re too young to have this energy.”

Rin jokingly slapped Kakashi on the arm. “You talk as if you’re old already.”

“But aren’t I?” The pair slowly drifted away to find a table, but Sakura noticed the flash of recognition when Rin took a long good look at Sasuke, but her friend stared at them like he was throwing sharp draggers.

“He looks happy,” Sakura noted as she fixed their drinks.

“I want your favorite coffee,” Sasuke quipped out of nowhere.

“There’s a thing called palpitations. It’s caramel macchiato.”

“Might do me some good while I wait for you to finish your shift.”

Sakura sighed, feeling the tiredness come upon her all of a sudden so she relented. “Just take it to-go. I want to get out of here.”

She quickly asked permission from the manager, saying she felt sick and fatigued, and with her clocking overtime in the past few weeks, her request was immediately approved without deductions. The mixed winter and spring air hit her lungs as soon as she stepped outside. Sasuke waited for her across the street, a gesture that implied she could go to him or separate ways right now. As she vied for time to decide, she took one last look through the window.

It was a foreign sight. She has never seen Kakashi’s attention torn apart from his books. Even if he was talking, there would be an open page on his side, stealing glances on passages when the conversations got boring, yet there he was, fully attuned to whatever Rin was saying with no book around him…like she was his favorite book and he enjoyed reading every letter of her.

And Sakura realized she could never be the story he would even want to pick up.

She felt the tears coming so she started her pace on the same road. Across from her, Sasuke got the signal and went the other way.

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The last term of their second year came like a bazooka. Sakura threw herself on her pet project as a sort of coping mechanism. The announcement was done during the general assembly which did not generate the intended buzz or reaction. After all, it was a tricky topic to handle and many facets of which were still stigmatized when talked openly in public. Naruto, ever the people magnet, broke the agitated atmosphere in the auditorium with a slow clap and was soon joined by many others.

The council created a Google form which allowed students to anonymously register, and they get assigned a schedule on the day their contracted psychiatrist comes to visit. All they had to do was provide their designated client number. The council further complemented this with short programs that serve as mental health breaks for the student body. Sometimes, this would be as light as a block screening of a coming-of-age film or heavy like a conference with faculty and teachers and questions and concerns are remotely flashed.

Then came Valentines’ Day, and the council organized this some kind of literary showcase that presented the opportunity to mingle woes of personal sadness and griefs with confessions that would have been left unsaid. Naruto and Sasuke both helped in constructing the makeshift stage in the middle of the soccer field that would be used later that afternoon.

“Cookie points for my crush,” Naruto grinned as he hammered away. “Thanks for picking the poem I will be reciting tonight, grumpy. Didn’t know you were into literature.” He jokingly elbowed the raven-haired beside him, and he got a death glare in return.

“Do it properly. Look at that nail sticking out like your porcupine hair,” Sasuke grumbled. “And yes, I’m not as uncultured as you are.”

“But I still don’t understand it though.”

“Ugh, just use the internet to search its meaning, idiot.”

“Meanie!”

A fellow runner peeked into their work area and knocked on wood. “Hey Uchiha. Some girl is looking for you.” Her face expressed grimace, having done this for more than five times already within the span of an hour. If it wasn’t Sasuke, it was one of Naruto’s fan girls or boys.

Sasuke went to her and fumbled around for cash in his pocket. “Next time someone looks for us, tell them we went home for the day. Here’s money for your date later. If you have anyway.”

“Whatever grumpy.” The runner replied, still half-angry, half-frustrated, but she took the money all the same and told the girls that ‘They told me to tell you they went home for the day so shoo shoo.’

Naruto laughed at Sasuke’s successful attempt at bribery. “Look at that rich money. I wonder whether Sakura will give us chocolates.”

“Have you seen their office?” Sasuke flipped open the curtains that will be hang as backdrop. “Their desk is filled with chocolates from her admirers – platonically, romantically, whatever. Some people from other schools dropped by too. You got serious competition.”

Naruto chuckled nervously. “As if I do not know that already. Haven’t you told me before- she likes everyone and everyone likes her.”

Not really true at all now, Sasuke thought to himself. But ignorance is bliss, Naruto.

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The three sat on the grass beside the stage, having full view of the student body listening to the reciters. Throughout the program, Sakura went through each package given to her, visibly stressed with evident signs of sleepless nights under her eyes.

“Before I forget, happy Valentine’s day you two. My council-mates told me you didn’t get any chocolates,” Sakura gave each of them a pouch of small chocolate bars. Sasuke didn’t have to guess if it was store-bought or homemade based on the cuts on her fingers.

“Sakura, stop eating. I almost gagged at the seventh chocolate,” Naruto complained. He tried to get the basket of sweets from her, but she just moved it away from his reach.

“Everything tastes bitter,” she muttered under her breath. “I need sugar. My energy can’t keep up with the countless interviews. I understand that the school board liked the exposure, but the burden falls on me. At least have a teacher back me up?”

“Heard Kakashi-sensei volunteered to accompany you in interviews?” Sasuke was too late in shutting Naruto up, but the most that question got out of Sakura was an eyebrow raise.

“I need more sweets.” She proceeded to jam the rest of the Hershey’s kisses in her mouth.

“Okay, we have a submission from Uzumaki Naruto,” the announcer said. “Shout out to our rookie MVP!” A round of applause. “And who might be the recipient of this poem? We heard through the grapevine that he hid from his admirers all day. I know several people are waiting to confess to him!”

Sasuke instructed him earlier to send the poem anonymously and address it to Sakura, but the dumbass blonde mistakenly exchanged it. He rubbed his forehead in annoyance, but he can’t bring it up right now.

“Just read the poem!” Naruto shouted on the side, clearly embarrassed now. Sakura looked up at him, genuinely curious now, and her sticky chocolate-filled mouth was on the edge of firing him questions.

“Sasuke and I sent in poems! Just to support your program, nothing really too deep into it ehe.” Naruto glanced at Sasuke with slightly widened eyes. “Right, Sasuke?”

“Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare,” the person started.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

Sakura slapped Naruto on the arm. “Didn’t know you read Shakespeare! What a romantic!”

“Isn’t it a tragedy?” Sasuke remarked, a look of disgust in his face when Sakura mindlessly offered him a toblerone. “No sweets for me.”

Sakura guffawed at Sasuke’s remark, and her laughing was a rare sight recently. She was in too deep in her student council functions that they barely see her. And when they did, she’d be a little bit closer to fatigue.

“What’s funny? Who’s Shakespeare? Let me in on the joke!”

“Let’s call on Kakashi-sensei, our very own student council advisor and youngest teacher in the university. He’ll be reciting a poem by Pablo Neruda. A man of culture, we see,” the emcee announced.

Sakura stopped laughing as soon as she heard his name. If Sasuke could glean into her thoughts, she’s probably making up excuses to escape right now.

Kakashi stood in the middle of the stage, holding an open book. “Let me just ramble on here for a bit. Neruda is a Chilean poet and a politician, but just as much as he is a revolutionary, he is a romantic and a worshipper of ideals and ordinary things. He often compared his muses to earth and nature – basic providers of our existence. It’s interesting to see. Now, this poem is what I would have wanted to say to someone who is fundamentally part of my existence, but she won’t listen to me.” Kakashi smiled even more at the onset of outburst of giggles from the students. “So you’re gonna be the audience whether you want it or not.”

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

A thundering applause followed Kakashi’s poem and random shouts of, “Drop her name sensei!” “Good luck to your love life!” “Happy for you, sensei!”

As the lights went out on the stage, Sakura fished another pouch from her vest pocket, and Sasuke knew at once that it was Kakashi’s. She popped a bar into her mouth, staring blankly ahead.

“God, it’s so bitter.” Her lips started to quiver, and she started to cry.

Naruto threw a worried glance at Sasuke, but his expression must have given something away because the blonde didn’t prod, and he looked as if all the puzzles fell into place.

Sasuke just didn’t expect to be confronted about it as soon as the program finished. He was carrying blocks of wood to the shed when Naruto dropped the question – a question he already knew the answer to.

“You like Sakura.”

Sasuke inhaled sharply and halted his steps. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stacked the wood against each other and turned to face the blonde. “Besides, shouldn’t you be worrying about exams?”

“What exams? We’re exempted from it,” Naruto bristled.

Sasuke smirked. “No, you’re not. You didn’t qualify for finals.”

“Oh shit.”

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“What do we get in return?” Sakura asked as she munched on her bento box. Shouts of the practicing dragonboat team filtered through their space.

“But last time you volunteered!” Naruto said.

“We’re friends so my services don’t come free anymore,” she chided back.

Naruto glared at Sasuke. “If she’s not gonna do it, you’re gonna do it.”

Sasuke nonchalantly shook his head as he skimmed through Naruto’s notes. “What she said.” They weren’t notes per se, but doodles of Sasuke and Sakura and interestingly, projections of different batting stances. “I’m also not gonna forgive you with the duck butt hair.”

“But you have a duck butt hair!” Naruto crossed his arms and huffed menacingly. “Ramen?”

“Same old, same old.” Sakura finished her lunch and started to sip her cranberry juice. “Give us something new.”

“Ramen and…..karaoke?”

Sakura brightened up at the prospect. “Deal.”

“At least add snacks to your place,” Sasuke interjected. “And not just ramen. Put some nuts or fruits in your fridge.”

Naruto grumbled but raised two thumbs up in defeat. “Deal.”

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Sasuke has thin patience when it came to teaching Naruto, Sakura observed. She didn’t know how these two managed to do the supplementary math lessons when she wasn’t a part of their group yet. She didn’t mind teaching, but Naruto’s short attention span was a devil of its own. He would be attentive to her for 15 minutes and then drowse off so Sasuke and her agreed on non-negotiables.

“No ramen break for you if you don’t finish this set of problems,” Sakura told him.

“You’re demon spawns,” Naruto cried out in defiance.

“If you don’t get a passing score on this sample test, no kani toppings for you.” Sasuke raised the stakes.

“Demon spawns,” Naruto repeated.

“You won’t call us demon spawns if you see your name on the list of passers.” Sakura started the stopwatch on her phone. “Now go.”

This took her mind off things, from Kakashi’s public confession to the blank career form hidden within the pages of her history textbook. It was a good distraction until the penultimate exams day. Naruto came in with a bandana on his forehead with FIGHTING written in the middle of it. Sasuke, as usual, breezed through it, already finished by the thirty-minute mark.

And she? Well, she liked exams. The time limit and the pressure allowed her the reprieve to shut the rest of the world out so she relished answering each number until the bell rang. It was a moment where she can focus fully on the paper in front of her, the sound of her pen scribbling, and her mind working full force to cull out the answers in her memory. Her utmost concentration on questions suspended her own questions on her feelings for a teacher, on her parents’ divorce, on her future.

When the school plastered the results on the bulletin board, she couldn’t help but release a satisfied chuckle. She turned to Sasuke who was surprisingly stoic about the results. “First place! The bonus point really helped.”

“Why should I bother with a teacher’s middle name for the bonus question?” Sasuke grumbled back. “Congrats. Stop rubbing it in my face already.”

Naruto was too busy pointing his name on the board and bragging about it to the student body, most especially the freshies. When he found them on the back of the crowd, he rushed to them and placed his arms around their shoulders “Drinks on me!!!!!”

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“He really shouted drinks on me in the middle of the school, sauntered in here like he’s loaded, and ordered two pitchers of iced tea.” Sakura kept bringing this up since they entered the karaoke room ten minutes ago.

Naruto was preoccupied with inputting song numbers on the machine to respond to Sakura’s banters. “Technically, they’re still drinks!”

Sasuke was on the phone with the kitchen, and from what she could hear, he was ordering almost everything on the menu. When he sat down on the adjacent couch, Sakura leaned forward to him. “Are you gonna finish all of that?”

He jutted his index finger to Naruto. “No, but he will.”

The first notes of Michael Jackson’s Thriller wafted through the room, and the blonde made a quick impression of the artist’s famed moonwalk.

“Why are you opening with that?” Sakura cried out in amusement. “It’s not even Halloween!” Sasuke watched Naruto try to dance with a straight face, but she thought he was itching to face palm the whole time.

Naruto kept beckoning Sakura to join him in the middle of the room, but she was busy laughing at him and taking videos. “I’ll send these to Haru as a pick-me-up. I think this is the best remedy.”

Next was Sakura’s pick – Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle. She couldn’t contain her laughter in between verses when the two boys finally heard that she was tone deaf. Naruto joined her with the other mic, trying to drown out the off-key notes. By the bridge, Sasuke stood up with them, a glass of juice in his hand, and mouthed the words.

“You know this song!” Sakura said excitedly.

“I don’t live under a rock!” He yelled back amid the loud music.

“OOOH BABY DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT’S WORTH OOH HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH. THEY SAY IN HEAVEN, LOVE COMES FIRST. OOH HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH!”

“Okay who’s next?” she asked when the next number flashed on the screen. Sasuke silently took the mic from her and faced the monitor with a hand in his pants’ pocket.

Naruto gripped the mic harder when the song started. “I’ll be your second voice, grumpy!”

She immediately went to the front and started recording. “One for the road.”

“No videos, Haruno,” Sasuke warned.

“Come on, it’s my remembrance,” she whined. He wasn’t able to clap back when the lines started to move.

“Turn around…” Naruto sang.

“Every now and then, I get a little bit lonely and you’re never coming ‘round,” Sasuke’s baritone voice filled the room like an empty coliseum.

“The fuck. You can sing?” Sakura gasped out loud. “How can you have that voice and not sing - like you know, every day?!”’

Sasuke gestured her to stop as he belted, stoic-faced, through the chorus with Naruto singing like a slaughtered pig in the background. Sakura stopped recording and joined them for the rest of the song.

Two hours and three pitchers of orange juice later, they finally settled on the couch and munched on Naruto’s leftovers of fries, buttered chicken, nachos, and calamari. On the karaoke monitor was David Bowie singing Heroes.

“Can’t believe we’re already seniors two months from now.” He stared at the ceiling, his eyes following the tag game of disco lights. “Elections of officers will be tomorrow which means Captain Haru will be formerly stepping down.”

Sasuke reached out and shook his hand. “Good luck next captain.”

Naruto immediately pulled out from his grasp. “What do you mean next captain?”

Sakura chuckled and patted his back as assurance. “Everyone knows it’ll be you. Have you seen how your teammates look at you when you’re discussing strategies?”

In the dimness of the room, she saw the flush on Naruto’s cheeks, and she found it amusing how he cannot take compliments.

Naruto scratched the back of his head. “Well, everything is possible, right? That said, I still haven’t filled out my college form, but I’m really set on getting an athletic scholarship and eventually be part of the national team! How about you grumpy? Changed your mind yet?”

“About what?” Sakura glanced at the silent raven-haired guy beside her. To be able to see this much of him was a nice privilege.

“I’m moving away after high school.” Sasuke fiddled with his half-empty glass, his eyes trained on the slushing juice. “I already sent applications to some universities in Europe.”

“We also have good medicine programs here. I don’t get why you have to move away so far. I’m so bad with converting time zones.”

Sasuke scrunched his nose in annoyance. “Are you dumb? The schools you listed are also out of this district.”

She seemed to be moving farther and farther from their exchange. Like an outsider peeking in, she understood the frailty of the moments in front of her, and by the time the next two months set in, the stopwatch would have started running its last lap. The bonds she has made so serendipitously were in danger of being cut off by dreams. She breathed in, engulfing the noise and scent of this room, panning every color and shape assembled like supercut in her head, praying that someday if she would lose herself, she’d come back here right at this frozen memory and relive the wonderful indecisiveness of adolescence and the chance to say I don’t know without repercussions.

“Sakura to earth?” Naruto’s voice.

“Idiot. It’s earth to Sakura.” Sasuke’s voice.

She blinked fast, returning to the moment that wasn’t finished playing out yet. She quickly brushed her hands on her eyes as if something got into her eyes, hoping they don’t see the small droplets of tears that have formed. “Oh uh, I have a list of prospects, but I’m not quite sure what to take.” The form was still blank actually.

“That’s a usual problem of anyone who’s too good at everything,” Sasuke replied.

“Are you complimenting me?” I wish I was.

“Should I take it back?” He proceeded to gulp down the remnants of his glass.

The monitor suddenly turned off, indicating their time has run out. “Hey guys, for our last term, let’s make the most out of it, all right?” Naruto asked. “I’m so happy we became friends.”

“No hugging please,” Sasuke said, but it was too late. Naruto’s arms were too strong to pull away from so the two allowed him a few seconds of skinship.

Naruto’s words struck a chord in Sakura; it was a resolve she tried to form and disfigure for several months now. Before they could stand up to fix their things, Sakura blurted it out loud before her courage took the best of her.

“For our last term.” She flexed her fingers and curled them up against her palm, placing weight on her lap as she ground her fists onto it. “For our last term, I’m gonna confess to Kakashi.”

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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Do you like McDonald's sprite? ...Have they had their own brand of Sprite soda this whole time?? As someone who dislikes soft drinks I can’t even tell the difference between any of them, so I don’t really care for this.

What age did you start becoming more independent? I want to say when I turned 23 - last year, basically. I was toxically dependent in my last relationship and only really started to do things on my own, explore the world on my own when I became single and learned to crawl my way back to feeling stable. How do you like your oatmeal? Like, no oatmeal at all. I ate this very bland variant of oatmeal every single morning before school from the ages of 4 to around 10 and don’t want anything to do with it now.

Do you ever just dance around the house? The only time I do is when I’m watching a concert in the living room and am buzzed enough to feel like dancing.

List 5 things you need to do soon.

1. It’s my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary dinner tomorrow and I got assigned as host, so I have to craft a general outline/script by tonight to make sure everything goes smoothly.

2. Pre-order this new DVD that BTS is releasing for pre-order tomorrow.

3. This Excel sheet I have to accomplish to some extent tonight, for work. Just so that my backlog won’t be so bad tomorrow.

4. Figure out my job prospects so I can already have some options when I decide to tender my resignation.

5. Aki is due for another vaccination next week, so I’ll have to bring him in then.

What do you do when you start to feel sad? I usually just turn on a random BTS video; their voices in the background always seem to do a good job in keeping me calm. When I’m really really sad and no amount of funny videos can fix it, that’s the time I’ll turn out all the lights in my room, adjust my chair to face the window, take a seat, and vape away while I have a sad playlist on so I can let myself process my emotions instead of running away from them.

Have you ever been to a metal concert? I have not.

Do you like metal? I liked some of it as a teen but it didn’t really stay with me.

What's your favorite Christmas movie? Love Actually!

What about Halloween movie? Carrie is good. Scream is always a good watch, too.

Do you like the taste of cilantro? Eh, it’s either or for me. I don’t remove it if I see some of it in my dish, but I don’t look around for it either.

Have you ever busted a window accidentally? Hmmmmmm. I don’t think so. Totally sounds like something I would do, though.

Do you remember those Bratz dolls? What were your favorite dolls? I remember Bratz in general, not just the dolls; I liked them as a kid and had a lot of Bratz stuff - even my 7th birthday prizes were all mostly Bratz-themed, lol. My favorite used to be Jade.

What was the last thing to bum you out? Not getting the pre-order announcement for BTS’ upcoming album that I’ve been holding onto for weeks.

What is your summer anthem? I don’t really have one but I’ve always been a fan of Demi Lovato’s Cool for the Summer, if anything.

Do you enjoy apples? Not really.

Have you ever made apple butter? Do you like it? I’ve never even heard of that.

Do you own any pocket knives? Nah. I’m terrified of knives so I’m not interested in owning one either; I’ll end up slicing myself before I actually have to use it for a legit situation.

On a scale of 1-10...How happy are you and why? Maybe a 7.5? I’m doing okay for the most part, but my job is just something I dread these days now. It’s a matter of the clients I handle though, and not really about being tired of the actual work because I do still enjoy what I do.

Do you think diamonds are overrated? Personally, no. I’m a fan of the look.

How many languages can you greet somebody in? Off the top of my head, six - Filipino, English, Spanish, French, Korean, and Japanese.

Do you have a favorite planet? No; I don’t know much about the others to have a real decision anyway.

Do you know how to play the flute? I can’t.

What do you enjoy putting in your smoothies? No smoothies for me please.

What's a medication that has really helped you? As I’ve said in a previous survey, that medicine Angela’s mom had me take to treat my UTI. I was grossly pale and battling a 39ºC fever that wouldn’t go away one day, and walking and being healthy literally the following day.

Do you forgive easily? I don’t forgive.

Have you ever broken up with somebody? No; I’ve been broken up with, though.

What was the biggest phase you went through when you were younger? My wrestling phase FOR SURE. That shit defined me from the ages of 9 to around 18. A lot of people still associate me with it since I do continue to check in every now and then just to see who the biggest stars are these days, and what are the most popular storylines that people have been into.

Is there something you've been hiding from someone? Sure. My parents have confiscated my vape pen but as far as I know they have no idea I’ve since simply bought a new one, lmao.

Do you believe in demons? No.

Have you ever seen a spider consume another spider? No but that would be so fascinating to watch.

What's your favorite fruit? I guess avocado, if I really have to go with one.

Do you ever go clubbing? I’m not super into clubbing; I’ve always preferred bars where the atmosphere is more laidback and you can actually hold conversations with people.

Have you ever been to a church camp? No thanks.

Have you ever accidentally swallowed something you shouldn't have? Yeah I stupidly licked battery oil before because I was a dumb 9 year old who genuinely thought she was invincible lol.

Last book you remember enjoying? Probably a wrestling memoir; I can’t super remember which in particular because I’ve read a number of them.

When was the last time you got scared? Waking up last Sunday to find out the sprain on my ankle worsened overnight, and not having the first clue on how to address it. Very fucking fortunately we happened to be roomies with a rowing team who knew everything there is to know about first aid and had the supplies to boot.

Have you ever seen a boy band live? Yes. One Direction in the past, and I’m just waiting on BTS to finally come back here lol.

When was the last time you drank water? Around an hour ago at dinner.

Have you ever been dehydrated? Yes, and have subsequently fainted from the dehydration.

Have you ever shot a gun? Yes, once. I went to a shooting range with some friends and gave it, well, a shot. *ba dum tss* < Hehehehe. Anyway, no I haven’t. I’d love to go to a shooting range though!

Do you use Facebook? Sure do.

Would you say you're well educated on religious topics? I went through Christian education for 14 years, so I can probably still tell you a few things about it. I’m not as well-versed on other religions, though.

What's the longest you have walked at once? That time in Bali when my parents didn’t opt for the local public transport. I can no longer recall the approximate distance we walked, but what I can tell you is that we were on our feet from like 4 to 9 PM; I was promptly tired and cranky by evening, hahaha.

Do you ever take those Buzzfeed quizzes? Mostly before. I don’t really check those out anymore.

How long was your last phone call? It was under a minute.

Are there a box of tissues on your bedside table? Nopes.

Have you cut your hair recently? Not since August last year.

Do you like skittles? Not really; too sour for my liking.

What is your favorite kind of cheeto? (spicy, regular, puffs.. etc.) I dislike Cheetos.

Do you have a skin care routine? Nah. Just water splashed on my face every morning, but I’ve never invested in an entire regimen with a bunch of products.

Do you know how to write in cursive? Yeah. My elementary/high school in particular has its own way/branding of doing cursive, so I still follow that in the rare times I’m required to write in script.

What's the closest thing to you that is pink? A blanket. < Hey, samesies.

Have you ever watched a black and white film? Lots.

Did you use to read Dr. Seuss books as a kid? Not a lot, but I encountered one or two of them.

What's the longest you've had to wait in line for something? Like 7 or 8 hours just to get my driver’s license.

What's the sickest you've ever been? UTI two years ago.

If you had to be named after an inanimate object, what would you choose? Idk, maybe Willow? It’s always been a nice-sounding name to me.

What is one food you would not like to give up? Sushi.

Would you ever donate a kidney to a stranger if applicable? Sorry, but no. I’d prefer to give it up for a loved one.

How many scars do you have? Two - on my thigh (courtesy of Cooper) and a toe (when I had it accidentally wedged in between bicycle gears as a kid).

Do you have any unusual things wrong with your body? (I have different length arms and hands for example) Sure, but I wouldn’t call them wrong. It’s just the way those things happened to turn out.

What did you last have to eat? Sisig with rice for dinner.

When was the last time you visited a carnival? Two years ago at my high school’s annual fair.

Do you own a pair of those socks with toes? I don’t.

What age did you stop trick or treating? that is if you celebrate Halloween at all. My last one was when I was I think 16? or 17? I’m not super sure. I wouldn’t say I’ve stopped though; I’d definitely still do trick or treat with friends, but we’ve just haven’t planned it for a while now.

What's the best flavor of popsicle? There’s a local brand that does this crunchy coffee kind and it’s the best.

Are you caught up on laundry? Yep. Does your car tend to get super messy like mine? 😅 Hahahahah yes I’m the worst at keeping my car neat; I pretty much treat it as a second house. You should’ve seen the state it was in when I was still attending university.

What search engine do you use? Google.

Have you ever had a flat tire? No, thank goodness. I wouldn’t even know how to resolve that and will most likely call either of my parents in a panic.

Do you know what ginseng looks like? Yes.

When is the next time you have to go grocery shopping? I don’t really handle the grocery shopping here but my parents did just restock this weekend; they wouldn’t have to go back til a week or two from now.

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