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My Mer-May contribution that I’ve been sitting on for a while, but I’m desperate to persevere enough to get this posted out here.
I’m calling it, “The Pearl’s Beauty.”
Except neither of them is looking at the same pearl here, if you look closely enough (though I imagine Rook feels purely surrounded by beauty in this piece, knowing him).
A/N: Draft from Christmas that I’m clearing out here. It’s short, but I hope my Ryuu enjoyers like it as much! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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“What is this?”
The red and white paper wrapped object in his hands was less than intriguing—a threat, really. The bright red bow curled atop it with precision felt like nothing more than a quiet mockery, What harm would it bring him should he let his guard down?
You smiled, glancing down at it as if that was all the explanation he needed. He wasn’t daft, and he wished you’d stop looking at him like that.
“It’s a gift, Ryuu.” You gave the box in his hands another quick glance. “Y’know, for Christmas? It’s just a little thing I got for you. I hope you’ll like it.”
A gift? Gifts were overrated; gifts were never a good thing as long as he’d been running across this earth— some far off memory in his mind rings. Something echoes a faded, childish awe from a time lost long ago.
‘Wow, Big Bro! You got so lucky with your ability—it’s such a cool gift!’
He’s sure he’s made a face by then, because you shift your eyes and reach out to take it back—hands flexed and worrying your lip as if you’d just been scolded. “Sorry. If you don’t—“ You barely had time to think before a sliver of black shot out and blocked your reach.
Ryuu looked just as shocked as you did before he quickly schooled his expression, clearing his throat with a traitorous flush on his face. His usually sharp, onyx eyes seem fuzzed with emotion as he glances away.
“No.” He gathered himself quickly, steeling his expression as he allowed his binding fabric to catch hold of it. “It’s fine.”
He wouldn’t open it now—he couldn’t.
But the sight of that patchwork handkerchief in his hand the next day was enough to make your heart flutter.
afab s/o who experiences extreme drops in their energy levels during their period headcanons for jade leech, leona kingscholar, and rook hunt
or; how three very different students manage to adapt to your sudden drop in energy during your period
featuring jade leech, leona kingscholar, rook hunt, and an afab reader
requested by anonymous
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j a d e l e e c h
jade leech approaches your menstrual cycle and the changes you go through as a result of it with the same mildly offputting curiosity with which he approaches most new things he learns about on land. that’s to say that he will be treating you like an experiment — but also helping you out as best as he can, because while he can be annoying he’s not entirely inconsiderate and doesn’t want to actually upset you
he noted the sudden distinct drop in your energy levels long before you two became a couple, and before he was fully clued in as to what was behind them (don’t be too harsh on him for his ignorance; mers don’t have a cycle like that and it wasn’t something they were taught about during land camp), though he never actually questioned them until you had actually started courting
and the second he learns about the hormonal aspect? consider his interest piqued and your cycle tracked — with a startling level of accuracy… like he can even tell when you’re going to start earlier or later than expected because he tracks your symptoms and the subtle changes in your scent instead of the actual number of days between each period
starts experimenting with different herbs and vitamins and potions to see how your energy levels are impacted by carefully incorporating them into the meals and drinks he prepares for you and keenly observing you for the hours afterwards to check for any sort of change. he claims he’s doing this for your benefit, and that is mostly true as he does want to help you, but he’s also just a very curious eel who likes studying you so… yeah
he keeps your menstrual products of choice on hand when he knows you’re most likely to start bleeding or when he knows you’re already on your period, having memorised the exact details of the specific type of product you use in order to stay completely on top of things. he also has a very well maintained stock of products in his dorm and in azul’s office just in case — and, yes, he times his stock ups around the times when he notices your energy levels starting to dip because he’s efficient
uses trial and error from one month to the next to try and figure out the best ways to both wake you up after you’ve drifted off, and to help you stay awake and focused long enough to make it through your lessons and your shifts at the lounge — and to his credit he has a pretty solid idea of what he’s doing by, like, your fourth or fifth period after you two start dating
will absolutely tease you for falling asleep if you do so in front of him (when you’re not supposed to), but it’s all lighthearted and he truly doesn’t mind acting as your pillow/headrest/bed for as long as you need to recharge your energy. he’s just a bit of an ass and likes to get a rise out of you is all
that being said, he will politely ask other people to leave you alone if he notices them messing with you or mocking you behind your back for being so lethargic all of a sudden. he won’t disclose your particular circumstances, of course, but he will make it very clear that they will not enjoy the outcome if they continue what they’re doing — and, thankfully, most everyone he’s had to talk to so far has been very receptive to his advice and has corrected themselves enough that he hasn’t needed to follow up with them afterwards
don’t ever worry about your sudden quietness bothering him because he’s more than content to either just sit quietly with you and keep an eye on you as you nap in between classes, or to fill the silence himself by talking about his latest terrarium project or whatever he found on his latest hike
your yawning isn’t something he takes offence to either. firstly because he knows well enough that you’re truly just tired and aren’t bored of him. and secondly because he grew up with floyd and has grown accustomed to far less pleasant responses to him sharing his interests with someone. so just relax, rest up, and don’t feel any pressure to perform with energy you don’t have, because jade gets it and is happy to just let you be while he observes… which is about as comforting as it is unsettling, or perhaps more one than the other depending on how accustomed you are to his particular brand of curiosity
l e o n a k i n g s c h o l a r
leona kingscholar is both the best and worst partner you could possibly have if you experience regular periods where your energy drops to near nothing. the best because he doesn’t question or belittle or mock you for it… and the worst because he won’t even try to keep you awake and will just drag you off to nap with him until your period is over
so if you need to find a good spot to nap during your free period he’s your guy — he knows all the spots with the best sun, the most comfortable flooring, and where you’re the least likely to be found and disturbed — but if you’re looking for someone to help you fight off your exhaustion and keep you awake then you’re either gonna have to prompt him for that kind of help or go looking for someone else
not that he can’t or won’t help you stay awake and on top of your schedule, because he can and he will if you want him to, just that he will be offering a lot of token complaints about being treated like a servant while he’s doing all of that for you
if you ever nod off while leaning on him, he’ll just reposition you so you’re less likely to end up with an ache in your neck and either stay awake to make sure you’re not interrupted or (if you’re in his dorm room or somewhere equally private) fall asleep with you. but if you call him out for being so soft and attentive with you he’ll brush you off and make it out like it was just the easiest thing for him to do in the moment
on the days where you’re too worn out to actually focus during class he’ll lend you his own notes to make sure you’re not missing anything important — and maybe threaten ask one of the savannaclaw students in your class to take some more notes on your behalf if things get particularly bad
won’t make a big deal of it if you start to become quiet or withdrawn because of the lack of energy, at most just checking in briefly to make sure you’re just tired and not upset before pulling you down to rest on his chest so you can nap together (and for someone so muscular he makes a surprisingly comfortable napping spot, luckily for you)
he may love you but he’s still a bit of an asshole at heart and will make fun of you if you look particularly out of it (in a funny way). like once he knows that this is just normal for you and not something to be concerned about he has no qualms lovingly bullying you for it
but sevens forbid he catches anyone else doing the same because he will shut them down immediately. you’re his herbivore, after all, and he’s the only one who gets to talk to you that way — especially when it concerns matters related to your personal health
he has enough tact to not say as much outloud but he can absolutely tell when you’re about to start your period because of the slow shift in your energy levels and in your scent. he does keep a healthy stock of your products of choice in his dorm room, though, (courtesy of ruggie, of course) and will casually point them out to you whenever he can smell you starting… and when you’ve changed he’ll waste no time in pulling you down for a nap
all in all, a solid nap buddy and the type of boyfriend you can rely on to have your back and to keep others away when you need to recharge… but could do with some improvements on the whole ‘helping you stay awake’ front (but nobody’s perfect so…)
r o o k h u n t
being the most notorious stalker in all of night raven college, it almost goes without saying that rook was well aware of the changes you went through immediately before, during, and immediately after your period before the two of you became an item. and now that you’re officially together your beloved hunter of beauty is more than happy to put what he knows to better accommodate you even when you feel like you’re on the brink of complete collapse
by his own admission, he can go on for quite a while once he starts talking and that means that you’ll never have to sit through an awkward silence with him — even when you’re at your most withdrawn. but at the same time, the sheer passion behind his words can be enough to disorient or startle you sometimes if he catches you when you’re particularly out of it… but such is the risk of dating someone like rook
and speaking of rants, he can easily go on for hours at the time waxing poetically about the beauty of your exhaustion and the efforts you go to in order to fight it… but if you happen to fall asleep midway through one of his impassioned speeches he will lower his volume and minimise his movements to ensure you have a most restful slumber under his ever watchful eye (and if you don’t fall asleep on him he will be fetching his camera to snap a photo to commemorate the beauty of the moment… sorry not sorry)
he already spends a lot of time watching you even when you’re not on your period, but when your cycle hits you the hardest he becomes almost religious in his stalking and observation. partially because he just finds you fascinating and loves to watch you go about your day, but mostly so he can properly keep track of your symptoms from moment to moment and always stay on top of your needs (it’s cute in a slightly creepy way, but by now you’re certainly used to rook’s more unique approach to doting on you so it should come as no surprise that he’s doing all of this for you)
whenever you decide to nap between lessons or during your break period, rook makes a point of staying close and staying awake in order to make sure nobody messes with you/your things or disturbs your much needed rest — only ever actually waking you up when you do have somewhere you need to be (and then theatrically despairing over disturbing your beauty rest). and he can be very intimidating when he needs to be so you have nothing to worry about when it comes to being interrupted
for as keen as his senses are, and for as obsessively as he observes you in your day-to-day, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise to learn that rook is able to track your period with a startling degree of accuracy. though he only ever uses this knowledge to your benefit by stocking up your products of choice and supporting you when you start to feel your energy drop even before you realise that you’re due
as touched upon previously, rook is a talker. a very theatrical and passionate one at that. so if you ever need anyone to help you stay awake, you needn’t look any further than your darling boyfriend, who is more than happy to regale you with whatever knowledge he’s gathered that day in order to help you fight off the urge to fall asleep. and if you’re in a situation where he cannot talk for whatever reason? well, he has his methods for that too. don’t worry, you’re in good hands
do not let him catch you yawning because he will get extremely emotional over it and start gushing poetically about how adorable and beautiful and endearing and whatever other positive adjectives he’s decided you are that day. and no you will not be able to stop him from doing this. vil can’t even stop him. just let him get it out of his system
as a member of the science club, and as someone that is generally rather talented when it comes to potion making, rook has the means at his disposal to try and make something to help you effectively combat your exhaustion during your period. but as that requires a lot of time, a lot of experimentation, and a lot of trial and error, it will take a while before you two are able to settle on something that both works well enough to help you focus during classes and that isn’t so potent that it leaves lingering and undesirable aftereffects after being consumed… and even then he will continue to tinker with the recipe because he very firmly believes that you only deserve the best
all in all, rook is a very attentive partner who will do what he can to both keep on top of your needs to ensure you don’t have to deal with any unnecessary stress and help you find ways to work around your low energy throughout the duration of your period. but he can also be a bit much to deal with if your lack of energy makes you more prone to irritability, so… do with that whatever you will
A/n: A quick Rook x reader drabble with you as Ramshackle's prefect.
TW: Rook's staker-ish habits. He would kindly stop if you ask, but you'd have to find out he's doing it in the first place.
Rook had always been forthcoming about his avoidance to strong fragrance items. Scent--or lack thereof--was a hunter's biggest necessity in a game of chase, and he preferred to always have the advantage in such a case.
Which is why it confused Vil more when he just so happened to notice the bottles of fragrance sprays and lotions lined across the top of his vanity. A variety of brands and bottles, and all with not even a drop of product missing from their containers.
Each one was entirely new, as if they had just been pulled from their boxes and left to collect the sunshine that danced through the stained glass in the mornings.
His huntsman was a bit eccentric, yes, he would admit it. But Rook had always been that way, and he certainly had never meant any harm by it. He always had a reason behind his motives.
Still, the sight confused him.
They weren't his own, or--thankfully--Neige branded items, which he could have at least understood. Vil still couldn't stand looking at Rook's bed-set because of it. Instead, they were across a wide array of prices and brand names that he could never understand why the hunter had amassed such a collection.
"Ah! You have noticed it, have you?" Said blonde chirped, all too excited to share whatever he had to say with his Housewarden. "Nothing escapes your sharp eyes. As expected of our Roi du Poison."
A perfectly styled brow twitched as Vil turned to glance at Rook.
"I thought you said you did not dabble in perfumes. It was hassle enough trying to get some on you for orientation, and yet--" His hand gestured lightly to the bottles. "Here you are with a stash of lotions and designer fragrances. All unused. Is there such a point to this?"
The huntsman just gave an all-too-innocuous smile, hand over his heart as he bowed his hat-laden head just slightly. "Oui. I did not deceive you when I said I do not wear fragrances, Dear Vil. Fragrances are still a hunter's greatest weakness." Under the shadow of his brim, the corners of his eyes crinkled in that way when he was skirting around the subject--when he refused to tell more than what he deemed a person should know.
"I have simply found myself in the interest of collecting such an intricate collection. The Trickster has quite the intriguing taste that I cannot help but find myself drawn to understand it more!"
Ah, so this was about the Prefect from Ramshackle, then. Vil couldn't say that he was surprised considering how sharp of an interest Rook had begun to find in you. Still, he couldn't help but subtlely voice his concern "Just see that this obsession does not go too far." His arms crossed gracefully across his chest. "A collection like this that is made to collect dust is a waste of money and a waste of product. I assume you would not be so frivolously wasteful."
"Ah, how beautifully conscientious you are--as always!" Rook sighed blissfully, flicking the brim of his hat and knocking the band back slightly on his head, black feather dancing with the movement. "Rest assured, My Fairest Queen. There is no need to worry, as they will be used to their fullest extent. Not one single drop shall go to waste."
He probably should've questioned it, yes, but there was no doubt that the hunter would simply avoid the topic if it wasn't deemed worth sharing. So--instead--Vil simply nodded in acknowledgement before bringing their conversation back on their previous topic, needing advice on how to train the freshmen for an upcoming charity banquet.
Over at Ramshackle, you were beginning to feel like you were slowly losing your mind.
You noticed a strange pattern when it came to using your fragrance items. Every time you'd find yourself using the last little drop of your bottles, fully intent on buying a new one when you had the chance, you'd turn around and find it back on your dresser. Except, now it was completely full; Not a single little ounce missing, as if it was some magician's refilling glass. Even stranger was the fact that sometimes there would be new items.
As in, you'd never purchased them to begin with. Entirely new products that--even more terrifyingly--would be perfect in its fragrance notes. Every single part of a scent that you liked in your other products, the new container would have the exact match. It was like it had been expertly hand-picked just for your tastes; Rarely ever did you receive a scented product that you didn't end up liking. It was frightening and you couldn't help but feel like someone was taking note of everything about you.
Of course, as you steadily spiraled in your room--just outside the rotted walls of Ramshackle--the rustle of glass and a low French croon echoed out across the grass before fading deep within the dense woods. A shimmering purple fluttering in the gentle breeze with steps unheard.
If you shoot me down, is it the victory that excites you, or the way I squirm under your arrowed gaze.
Do I interest you?
Is it my nature that draws the hunter's gaze?
Or am I just a game to you?
One step ahead, 3 steps behind—I hear you there.
The cracking stick is more dangerous than the silence.
I'm not supposed to notice you.
You let me know your presence,
A reminder to scare or to reassure me—I don't know
Not even the deer knows why it's followed.
Only the Huntsman knows why he hunts,
Only the Archer knows where their arrow flies,
Only the Rook knows what path to take.
So when the bow string snaps—when that arrow flies afar—I don't run or hide from its path. For surely, this, too, was for a reason.
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(A/n: I don’t claim to be a poet, so don’t even think about hashing my vibe over here. Rook just brings out a creativity and I won’t take flack for it. This is for my own enjoyment, and it only has to make sense for me /ref.)
CW: Bondage, Tokushin as Bondage/Incorrect use of Tokushin Manipulation, Slight Manga spoilers for Tamsy's personality, might be slightly OOC, Tamsy is Tamsy, Tamsy also calls you 'Angel', Spit as lube, Degrading, Orgasm denial/control, Clicker Training, Probably unrealistic clicker training, reader is a bit naive (sorry, I had to), and--of course--Smut. That means 18+.
Word Count: A little over 5k. My longest to date, I'm pretty sure.
A/N: This has been stuck in my drafts for about a week. I would also like to preface that this is the first time I've ever written for this character, so I apologize for any discrepancies in his character. There's only so much I can do without giving too much away. I do hope you'll enjoy it reader.
"Have we learned our lesson then, angel? From now on, if you need something, come directly to me—and me alone. Clearly you can't be trusted to help yourself."
Tamsy wasn't exactly the kind of person you'd find yourself putting on a list consisting of 'highly suspicious persons that are certainly up to no good'. He had never really done anything to ping off that alarm bell in the back of your mind. Always a shoulder to lean on—an ear to talk to, even if he wasn't nearly as responsive as you were talkative.
The ever-reliable cleaner had never given any inclination of being a bit more wary of his behavior. But staring at him—all smiles and a mirthful crinkle to those warm, milky eyes of his. You couldn't catch sight of what his hand thumbed at from those winged sleeves of his despite the clear fluttering movement.
Though no one would never be able to guess the amount of trouble it would really cause you in the end.
He had just returned from the most recent job with Team Akuta. Some trash beasts had migrated from a nearby no-man's land and descended upon a nearby town. Thankfully, nothing too big, but it had taken some time for the teams to clear it up and pack it up back home. It seemed Tamsy had found himself a souvenir to cart back with him.
Tucked in the privacy of his room, he allowed the fabric of his sleeve to roll down his arm, revealing a small plastic device held between his pointer and thumb. Skin smoothed over the worn surface as he turned on his heel to glance at you. It wasn't really something that you were familiar with, but he must have had an idea if he picked it out of a trash heap.
"Usually I try to keep out of the waste piles for the sake of sanitation." His gaze swept over the object in his grasp, sandy lashes fluttering as if in thought. "But this was simply something I just could not resist acquiring when it caught my eye."
There was no doubt the excited tones in that ever-soothing voice of his, but you just couldn't understand just why he seemed so excited about such a small thing. It would probably be mistaken as some childish toy, had that been any part of Tamsy's personality.
"That's great and all, Tams, sure. But, um…what exactly is it? It's about as indiscernible as the rest of the trash out in the wastelands. " Rocking slightly on your heels, you glanced briefly between the object in his hand and back to him, and then back to the plastic.
Stray blonde strands fluttered with the slight tilt of his head.
"You don't know what this is?"
You shook your head. Again, not a clue.
"Some kind of vital instrument?"
The corner of his lip twitching had you ducking your head slightly; A flush exploded across your skin like paint swiped across a canvas. Had that been stupid statement to suggest? His other hand (still covered by his large sleeve) came to rest over his mouth as he peered down his nose at your embarrassed figure—amusement swimming in those golden pools as he studied silently. After a moment, he collected himself enough to answer calmly.
"Not quite." He mused. "It's an old tool one would use to train an animal in whichever way they deemed necessary, often a stand-in for the usual phrases of praise. Supposedly, they worked exceptionally well in producing a desired outcome to a specific task."
As he spoke, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to shake the feeling of danger that slithered coldly along your spine. Coughing weakly to somewhat quell the anxiety pooling in your gut, your brain worked to put together a suitable response that wouldn't seem too concerned. Though the twitch of your brow gave it away in an instant. Despite it, Tamsy said nothing and simple watched you scramble for an excuse—he would spare the embarrassment for now, graciously.
Eventually, the gears began to turn enough for something to come spiraling out of your mouth.
"But you don't have an animal to train." Shifting your weight to your other foot, it was tough trying to ignore his blatant, burning stare. It was like he was peering through nothing more than a polished glass. "So what use do you have for it? Surely you're not planning on somehow getting one of those trash beasts under your control with that puny toy."
"I suppose you're correct on that front—there is no animal for me to test such an idea on. Quite a shame.." His eyes locked on you despite the seemingly yielding tone of his voice. Wholeheartedly expecting him to pout then (despite never really seeing him pout before), it was hard to believe he felt anything other than joy as the skin around his eyes crinkled.
Somewhere distant, an alarm bell was blaring deafeningly.
Weeks had gone by since the conversation, and you had figured it would have been the end of any mention of that strange little piece of plastic. He never seemed to bring up again, and you had no interest in mentioning it if he had never seemed bothered to talk about it. It would've been something easy to push to the back of your mind.
Until he began to haunt you with it.
Nights with Tamsy so often ended with heated sessions of sex, especially if one—or, more likely, both—had gotten back from a particularly rough job. With the stress nowhere to go inside your bodies, it wasn't a particularly surprising outcome. And damnit if you didn't love when the dual-haired man brought you to that gratifying edge of pleasure.
It didn't matter how he did it. Be it by burying his fingers deep in your hole with that expert curl that had stars exploding across your vision, slick pumps of his cock snug in your warm walls, or his mouth working skillfully against you—it all brought you to the edge without much fail. Often, he didn't stray from what he knew would get you both off the fastest.
It was hard not to notice the sudden appearance of a resounding 'click' immediately after your body went alight with another sharp orgasm. How could you not when it seemed so out of place? You'd likely look past it if it had been a 'here and there' occasion.
But this was every. Single. Time.
When your vision had cleared from the startling white heat of ecstasy, you'd catch sight of him—warm, milky eyes locked on your form with that tool in his left hand, his thumb already compressing the small plastic button.
"Tamsy.." You had panted one night, curiosity winning over. "What are you using that for? You know I can't be trained like that, right?"
Saying nothing more than a hum, he'd tuck it away from wherever he had procured it in his room.
"Don't concern your mind with it—I'm sure it is simply something in the pipes, is all." Then he'd give you that smile. So soothing and reassuring that you could eventually ignore the bad taste welling up in your mouth at the contradiction of his words.
You really should've pressed on about the sound, but you couldn't fault him for his curiosity. Maybe he was right. Rats were a common thing, and there was no telling the stability of the old structure. Maybe it was simply your mind playing tricks on you.
As per the consequences of being a cleaner (and a highly revered one among headquarters), Tamsy was called off on yet another job. Something high stakes and urgent—Semiu had mentioned trash beasts encroaching on the safety of a smaller town, and the South Ward had desperately called upon the Cleaner's help with dispelling them. A usual request, but no less important. Nothing to really worry about, thankfully.
Your partner would be gone just a little under a week. With no real time to dwell on him being dispatched anyways, you shifted your energy to the jobs that required it the most. It's not like they'd complete themselves anytime soon. Besides, you weren't some desperate barnacle that needed to be attached to his hip all day, every day. The only downside of taking on the assignments would be the stress they came with.
And you hate to seem like some helpless, horny teenager, but everyone has needs. It tends to work without fail, and you always feel ten times lighter after.
Well…that's how it would have gone, if you hadn't suddenly found it so hard to cum.
No matter what got used, or how you brought yourself to that edge, you couldn't do it. More often than not, you fell into fitful bouts of sleep by the end of it simply because of the amount if frustration pent up in every fiber of your being. Sleep alone was bad enough, but the steadily rising irritation began to seep into daily tasks.
A trash beast's ferocity couldn't even begin to rival the pent-up tension. From the perspective of everyone else, it had been like you flipped some sort of switch in your brain, and they were getting concerned. Semiu and Corvus considered benching you altogether, only to worry how you might've taken it—the last thing anyone needed was you absolutely crashing out and on some sort of warpath. Then, it was suggested to wait until the group from the South Ward returned (mainly Tamsy), before deciding how to proceed.
Except, word never reached you when the team had finally returned from the wastelands—tucked away in the shelter of your room with your hand between your bare thighs. Your pants were nowhere to be seen, and you were undoubtedly being a little too loud. Caring about that had long since passed, though; All that ran through your mind was pleasure.
As close as one could get without actually being able to jump into the shimmering temptation of ecstasy, that is. The only sounds in the room were your pants and moans, and the occasional whine of frustration. No matter the speed of your fingers or how deep they pumped into you, you couldn't hit that peak.
Over and over and over, you would draw closer to that edge, ready to finally succumb to the siren's song of need.
And over and over, like clockwork, you'd find yourself unable to hit the water, no matter how close you toed the shore.
Frustrated tears built in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as you sucked in another sharp breath of helplessness. The burning in your gut threatened to consume any fleeting pleasure. Soon, it would ebb away into yet another night of dissatisfaction without a single thing you could do about it. Fingers working away at that sweet spot until unearned overstimulation creaked in your veins. An ache in your wrist began to build.
Continuing to curl, and plunge, and whine, you didn't get to acknowledge the sound of a sharp knock against your door. It was locked anyway; You had made sure of such, so there wasn't a worry to be had about who stood on the other side. Maybe quieting down, but nothing beyond that. The movement of your fingers didn't slow in the slightest.
It was only when the lock on your door slid away with a resounding 'clunk' that an icy wind finally blew through your veins, freezing your blood and heart where they pumped away. Eyes snapping up, there wasn't a single moment of time to pull your fingers away before the metal creaked open. You tried to hastily cover yourself with a blanket, but it was too late.
Those golden, honey hues had already locked right onto you. Navy brows jump at the thicker ends with just the slightest modicum of surprise. Pushing up with a free hand, you scrambled desperately for a chance to explain the situation; The hand between your legs pulled free from your twitching, greedy hole with a lewd 'schlick' of built-up spit.
"T-Tamsy!" You wiped your hand against the sheets. "You're back!"
He wasn't supposed to see you like this—utterly desperate and vulnerable.
Blinking simply, those warm eyes stared down at you from the doorway. The light from the hallway beyond had a shadow casting across his face—you could almost swear he looked like a completely different person as he stood there as still as a statue. After a moment, he shuffled into the room and shut the door behind him, wrist reaching back to slide the lock back in place with a latching sound.
"So I am, though it seems I haven't been missed in such a moment." His feet carried him closer to the bed, large sleeves just barely dragging the floor. Milky eyes swept across your half-bare form with an appraising gaze.
"Or," he mused, "is it because you missed me far too much that you're in this predicament to begin with?" His voice was like taffy, sweet words gumming up every rational thought in your distressed brain. Under all that sweetness lay a clear tang of reprimand as he stalked closer.
Head tilting, his eyes trailed from your hand up to your eyes.
You couldn't speak—frozen completely with only your mouth left gaping. As he stood there, silently, you realized he still waited for an answer.
"I-I just…I needed—"
"Needed?" He was quick to interject. "Is that so?" He was quick to interject, stopping mere inches from the side of the bed. "You couldn't wait for me to return, and—yet—here you've found yourself so desperate that you couldn't even answer when I called you name through the door. Do you really even need me, then?"
"Yes!" Your hand shot out, grabbing at his sleeve. The space between his brows wrinkled, rounded nose scrunching just slightly as if he'd been personally offended. You were quick to draw your hand back and turned your gaze downward. "I-I do need you. It's been hard to…to actually cum without you. I don't know what's wrong with me; I need you so bad."
The sharpness of his eyes softened, the thinner portion of his navy brows raising with an almost pitied concern.
"Poor thing, are you so pathetic that even reaching such a basic point is too hard without me? You must have been so terribly neglected while I was gone." Degradation and soothing softness swirled into a dangerous concoction of patronization, but you hardly even cared at this point. In fact, it only seemed to make you more lightheaded. "And while I do hate rewarding greedy behaviors, your passion is all too admirable for me to deny."
Every word made you feel more and more like an ant beneath a heavy boot to be squashed and stared at. A fire blazed along your veins in spite of it.
Fuck, you needed more.
Tamsy seemed to sense it too as he tilted his nose to stare down at you. The right sleeve of his jacket fluttered with the movement of his arm, but his eyes held your gaze with a restraining authority.
"So, I suppose if it must be, then I'll do what I can to help you reach that desire."
Relief flooded your veins. Weight fell off your shoulders and had your body visibly sagging with internal rejoicement. Finally, you'd soon be past this painful roadblock, and the desperation would be gone. No more frustration and sleepless nights—just pure, unbridled bliss.
The thoughts of reprieve had you distracted long enough to barely register his vital instrument slipping down his sleeve and into his hand, fingers cradling the wooden handle before it erupted in a blaze of blue light. That dual-toned glow built in his eyes, matching the shades of his hair with near perfection. It was as if the heavens above were shining down on you; An angel glancing your way.
"Hold still, won't you dear?"
Rough cerulean binds wrapped around every surface of your being, stringing you up on the sheets like some twisted little gift to be unwrapped. Beside the bed, Tamsy pulled up a small chair from the far corner of your room and plopped himself upon it with a hum—and that insufferable look of indifference.
You struggled for a moment against the binds of Tokushin, only to be rewarded with tightening strings across your body. Cloth bunched under rope, causing your shirt to ride up just a bit along your body and expose more skin to the air, which was quickly wrapped with another heavy stripe of the rope. In the chair, Tamsy watched you struggle slightly against the tightening binds of Tokushin. On bare skin, there was no doubt about those blue threads that would leave matching blue bruises across your body later.
Eventually, the binds grew too tight for any more movement, and you stilled as best as you could. Nothing more than a hostage among the royal blue strings—like a foolish bug pinned to a spider's silk.
It was infuriating.
"Tamsy." You tilted your head, trying desperately to keep deathly still despite the instinct to buck your hips. "Please."
He blinked simply, crossing a leg at the ankle. Reaching his free hand up, the hair tie was tugged free from blonde strands, causing his hair to spill over his shoulders like a cascade of silky sand. Those dual-colored eyes took a disinterested stare as he watched you in the grasp of his net.
"Please, what, angel? I cannot help if you do not tell me how." Tamsy thumbed at the distaff at his side, rubbing along the length of its sleek blue shaft. His eyes trailed over where his ropes dug into your flushed skin. "Then again, I don't believe I should reward such behavior—after all, it would just encourage you to believe you can get away with it."
You tried to tug your wrist away, but quickly froze when the threads tightened. Tears were building in your eyes from the need welling up in your body, shivers wracking your body enough that you struggled to keep yourself still.
"That's n-not true! Please! I need to cum so badly." You sobbed, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. If you didn't get what you needed, you swore you were going to lose it. "I-I won't do it again, I swear—Tamsy, please! A-Anything you want, I just want this to be over with."
There it was, his lashes fluttered slightly over his dual-toned eyes. Humming, pretending as if to think it over, his other hand thumbed with the small, primitive device in his sleeve. That little tool that had become instrumental despite you never even thinking about it, and look at where it had gotten you. Tied in his grasp and desperate for his help, because he was the only person who could do it.
He had hoped for this outcome, naturally. Nothing was accidental when it came to him.
Still, he sat there in thought as you slowly lost your mind to the need welling up in every surface of your body. He could see every tense muscle—every sharp breath as Tokushin's binds wound around your clothed chest. Quietly, he mused.
"Anything..? My, isn't that quite the proposition?" Rising to his feet, he moved to where you were bound atop your bed. "Though I don't feel utterly convinced that this isn't just one large plan to get what you want."
You wanted to scream—it was annoying when he teased like this, and you didn't have the patience to deal with it anymore.
Through tear-filled eyes, your gaze met his as you pleaded weepingly, "Please, Tamsy. I-I'm sorry I got greedy—but I needed it so bad. Needed you so bad." You hated how broken you sounded as you begged, "I-It won't happen again, I promise! I just—fuck, I need to cum so bad. Please let me. Please, please—"
You're sure you looked utterly pathetic, bound and helpless as tears of shame and desperation ran down your face and onto the sheets beneath you. Unable to hide as Tamsy eyed you up like you were simply the dirt under his shoe. He stood and stared for a few moments, eyes narrowing and shifting to scan your expression. Silence followed—aside from your whimpers and hiccups—before he moved to set his instrument against the wall. The ropes didn't budge in the slightest as he kept the distaff activated.
Gently tracing his now free hand along your inner thighs, his nails dragged against the sensitive skin there. Flushed, sweat-soaked, and tensing with the muscles that lie just underneath—he had to admit, it was a sight he could never get bored with. A pinch had your hips jolting before the binds tightened further, drawing a gasp from your throat at the feeling. Tamsy only hummed in response.
"What would you do without me? I fear this intervention makes the answer all too clear," Closer and closer his fingers danced. "You'd be helpless. A poor, pathetic little bird with clipped wings, hmm?"
Moving onto the bed—right between your legs—he tugged at a rope closest to your leg, prompting it to pull taut and spread you wider before him. His soft, sandy locks fluttered across your skin as he leaned over you to whisper against your ear, his fingers drawing further along your inner thigh until they reached the junction just between where it connected to your hips. "If you need to find your release that badly, who am I to deny you?"
Lithe fingers now pressed against your abused hole, teasing just the tips inside as he nibbled at your outer lobe. Kisses trailed lightly down the column of your neck, occasionally broken by the drag of his piercing against your skin, before he placed a heavy kiss against your throat. Pulling away from your neck just slightly, his eyes caught yours in a gaze you couldn't look away from.
"After all, I'm the only one who can help you."
Without warning, two of his fingers slammed deep before setting off instantaneously on a brutal pace. A rope slammed itself against your lips in a gag, forcing your tongue against the harsh material and drawing drool along the coarse, navy fibers. Tamsy leaned back to watch, allowing his fingers to piston in and out of your own spit-slicked hole with a. A slight curl of his fingers had your eyes rolling back. His own caught sight of your eyes widening at the overwhelming pleasure.
Drawing you to the edge didn't take long, especially when he coaxed along that sweet spot with his fingertips. In and out they pumped, nails bumping against your gummy walls again and again until you were sure it was going to be bruised. Unable to help himself (and knowing it would be to your detriment), the man leaned forward and nudged your clothes enough out of the way to reveal your nipples to the cold air. Almost instantly, they pebbled, and he wasted no time in nipping slightly on one of the buds.
You whined and couldn't help but arch into his mouth at the feeling, only for him to draw away with a soft smile across his face.
Leaning down, he placed a kiss against your inner thigh before giving it a sharp bite that had you groaning against your gag. Another sharp curl had your lashes fluttering above your unfocused gaze. Warmth tensed around his fingers, and he made a sound of encouragement low in his throat—you were close now.
With his still-free hand, he reached back into the pocket of his pants and pulled out that plastic tool before using the sleeve of his uniform's coat to hide it from your view (though he doubted you'd even be able to register it at all in your state). Those still glowing eyes gazed through heavy, sandy lashes at your blissful expression.
The tears along your cheeks had his cock jumping in his pants—what he wouldn't do to make you sob.
"Close, are you? Do you wish to cum, Angel?" Another sharp curl had your teeth biting down on the coarse twine of thread. He could see it in the way your lashes fluttered. Your eyes were heavily glazed with a desperate fog that he was sure he'd never get used to seeing.
As expected, you didn't give a response. How could you when your brain had buried itself so far between your legs that thinking was a chore at this point? Still, he wouldn't let you off so easily.
"I need an answer—it's rude to ignore me." His fingers slowed their pace, instead beginning to slowly pull out. The way you squeezed around him was almost amusing—like you were desperate to keep him inside you. It almost convinced him enough to just give you what you so clearly needed. But he wanted to see that desperation even more.
"Maybe you really don't need this, then, if answering is so hard for you to manage."
Panic coursed through your body, eyes snapping down to look at him through a wide, watery stare. Your brows scrunched up, and you tried to follow the movement of his fingers. You were so close; You needed to cum so badly, no matter what pride you had to swallow.
"Ph-weaz—" you mumbled against the spit-soaked rope, face flushed. Frustrated tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him. "Ph-weaz weh 'e cuh—"
Utterly pathetic.
He'd need to get you like this more often.
"Since you asked so nicely.."
Smiling softly, he plunged his fingers in deep and gave a sharp curl. Leaning forward, he hummed and licked at the tears on your cheek with a sadistic mirth dancing in his eyes—all the while keeping that soft smile that usually had you melting in your boots.
A silk-coated dagger that itched to make its home in your bones.
As he lapped at your tears (an action that, embarrassingly, had you whimpering and clenching tight around his digits at the same time), his other hand pulled the clicker from the hidden nook of his sleeve and held it just behind his back.
"Be good, and cum for me."
As he slammed his fingers deep and gave a sharp curl of his fingers—which he knew would send you right over the edge—he pressed down on the device with a resounding 'click'.
You swear you could've died when that sound hit your ears. No sooner had it resonated than your body was unbound from Tokushin as you curled in on yourself, pleasure coursing through your body with a shattering intensity and a sharp, but muffled cry against the gag. Nebulae exploded across your vision, blurring reality and fantasy and leaving you a whimpering, withering mess under Tamsy's gaze. He gave a few more sharp thrusts of his fingers, relishing in your sobs from overstimulation before pulling them out with an obscene 'pop'.
He wiped the slick off across your lower stomach as he allowed his vital instrument to finally disengage completely. You sank into the sheets fully, basking in the long-overdue pleasure as you steadily floated back from cloud nine.
When you landed back in reality, Tamsy sat there watching you. His hand soothed over an already forming bruise on your thigh, his thumb sliding over the sensitive skin. You gave a weak whine and tried to shift away from the agonizing touch.
"Are we satisfied now?" He glanced up at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. You only groaned in response, laying an arm across your eyes as you struggled to steady your breath.
"What…the hell.." It felt like all you could say, surely. "T-That was…"
"Rewarding?" The cleaner murmured, "Yes, I do imagine that it was. It does wonders when you listen to me, doesn't it?"
You huffed, unable to meet his gaze. He slid the clicker back into his pocket when you glanced away. Leaning up, he placed a kiss against your temple. "Have we learned our lesson then, angel? From now on, if you need something, you need only come directly to me—and me alone. It's all too clear that you can't be trusted to help yourself."
Sliding away, your arm revealed an annoyed glance. But you couldn't help but think of your sessions while he'd been gone. Desperate finger-fucking that only got you to the last stop but never home. Left in frustrated tears, and tatters from the denial alone.
He was right.
"It's so weird…I don't know what's wrong with me." You murmured, body shaking with the lingering energy of your orgasm.
Tamsy hummed, sitting back on his heels as he pulled his navy locks from their tassels. His pants did well enough to hide the growing tent of his erection—something for another time, should he need it.
"Nothing to worry yourself over. It is likely just a side effect of so much stress. Or, you're too used to me that you can't do without." He suggested only half-seriously—eyes sweeping over your exhausted form.
"Mmm," you hummed, snorting. "Sure, maybe so."
Tamsy smiled as you rested back against the pillows, your eyes sliding shut as exhaustion took over.
"Get some rest, hmm? You've more than earned it, I imagine." Sliding off the bed, his feet found purchase on the marble floor of your room. "I'll get cleaned up and join you."
As you drifted off, he tucked the clicker back in his pocket. He could almost feel it weighing down the fabric as he gave another glance at your form—already deep asleep by the time he had collected Tokushin off the floor.
The only witness to the sudden cold, calculating expression on his face was the breeze along the open window beside your bed. Milky eyes staring at you as if daring you to rouse awake.
You didn't need to know his secret; you simply needed to believe that only he could help you when you couldn't help yourself. He could hardly feel bad about forcing you into such a reliance. Turning on his heel, he stalked into the bathroom with a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.
After all, a dog will never leave the hand that treats it.
A/N: Kinks are so fascinating aren't they? One moment you can be sitting down, admiring your favorite character, and the next you can be thinking about how enjoyable it would be for them to hunt you down. Sigh...it's incredible.
Pairing: Akutagawa x GN Reader. If i've missed any gendered language, please be sure to let me know.
CW: Smut(obviously) so 18+ only, Predator/Prey, Technical Bondage, Degrading language, Ryuu is Ryuu, may be slightly OOC, spit as lube, could be read as anal play, maybe a smidge of exhibitionism (mentions of being caught, but you aren't), rough sex, a bit of stalking--but it's all consensual because consent is sexy.
Word Count: 4k+
Ummm, nothing else to say but enjoy!
Testing the waters with Ryuu was a challenge only the most idiotic people would ever dare to think of doing, and—more often than not—those that did decide to test their luck never really found themselves wanting to be near him ever again. He had been more than inclined to lob off a certain few…extremities when particularly pissed. And there weren't really any exceptions to his sharp, winning personality.
So, naturally, you felt you had some sort of exception.
Now, you had this little secret that most never got to realize—Ryuu was fiercely protective. Of what little he had. Of the people that knew him most. Of you--the one budding flower of light in his garden of darkness. Akutagawa hated more than anything to see you hurt under his watchful eye. He'd never forgive himself if you became harmed when he wasn't there to stop it.
So you decided, maybe ignorantly, that you would see just how far you could push such an instinct. You had mostly just meant to rile him up when you suggested a late night walk on your own.
His head snapped up from where he was reading on the couch, eyes narrowed and dark as he stared at where you stood by the front door. You watched as he looked you over, snapping his book shut with a resounding sharpness.
"At this hour? Don't be absurd," He snarled, standing to move without a moment's hesitation. Ryuunosuke understood you could make your own choices, but you wouldn't exactly be free from the consequences. "Take a walk in the morning. If you must head out—and I sincerely doubt that you do—then I'm coming with you." His words left no room for argument--the tone clipped and sharp as his eyes locked with yours.
It was almost amusing how much of a guard dog he could be, bristling like a personally offended Malinois.
Rolling your eyes, you slipped your coat over your shoulders and pulled on your shoes with a hum. This wouldn't be easy. "Ryuu, it'll just be a quick walk. I'll be back before you can even think about it." You glanced away to adjust the neck of your sock, and your head snapped up just in time to find him right beside you. His eyes burned down into yours, but you just shot him a smile and turned to the door.
"I'll be right back, I promise." You were quick to not give him any chance to respond as you slipped out the front door. Padding down the front steps, you hummed and pulled out your phone. It was innocent enough on its own—of course—until you switched your location services off completely. Then, you gave one last glance to the door before twisting and walking off in a random direction through the sparsely-populated streets. It was late...and you weren't likely to run into many people at this time.
Perfect.
Now the game could begin.
For about half an hour, you moved silently along the streets. Shops and restaurants with their blaring, buzzing lights were the only real sign of life as you glided along the concrete. A hum bubbled in your throat, head high as you walked—a sense of confidence held in the precarious situation you had placed yourself in.
It was a nice night for a walk, you had to admit. The moon shone full overhead, and you were thankful for its guiding light as you moved on your way. Sometimes it was the only light you had in the streets which held barely any luminance from the street lamps--if any at all.
Even then, you weren't too nervous.
It was peaceful for a couple more blocks, with the only sound being from the occasional buzz of an insect passing by or chatter from a nearby stranger. Still, nothing to worry about.
The sudden sound of branches rustling off the road beside you gave you a startle. Your steps faltered, but you dared not turn to try and see what it was. Stray cats and foxes were not uncommon in this area, and you brushed it off as said stray animal just looking for a bite to eat. Nothing to really worry about.
Still, you picked up the pace just slightly and walked down the street and rounded the corner, arms tucked close against your chest as your head whipped around for a sign of any threats. You could see that this sidewalk was a lot more deserted—and there were no doubts it would grow more and more empty the longer you walked. You weren't going to double back now, though.
It was fine. Why wouldn't it be?
It wasn't as if you had just tempted Yokohama's Black-Toothed Hellhound to a game of cat and mouse—that would just be plain crazy. But, what was the harm in speeding up a little? Surely there would be no problems with you breaking into a brisk walk.
Subconsciously, you knew that the beast would be drawn to fleeing prey—something inside you purred that it only made all of this more enticing.
When you reached the end of the current street, you found the hair rising on the back of your neck. It was as if you were standing in the middle of an incoming thunderstorm with nowhere to hide. Each step brought more chills and anxiety crackled through your veins. You didn't even have to look to know that your skin prickled rapidly with gooseflesh. Heart thundering in your chest, you tried desperately to ignore the feeling of eyes in the back of your head.
You didn't think it would have been this terrifying. Was this how his enemies felt all the time—looking over their shoulder for the rapid beast that would waste no time in tearing their throats out? Honestly, you almost felt bad for them…almost.
Startling you out of your thoughts, something shifted behind you—a gentle click-click of heels against concrete just a couple paces behind you. The sound was familiar; You would have recognized them anywhere even if you forgot everything else about your life. The sound caused you to whip your head around, forcing you to just barely catch sight of the slight blur of something black retreating and melding into the dark shadows of the alleys. Red crackled in its wake. Dancing lightning before a storm arrived.
He was there, and he wanted more than anything to make sure that you knew. After all, those unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of the beast's deadly maw only ever saw him when he let them see—when they were already too late to do anything but be snared in a carefully set trap.
You never turned so fast, rushing to the opposite side of the street and hurrying the way you came.
It was time to go home.
The jog back through the streets was a shaky one, your arms tucked against your sides as you tried to ignore the noises and feeling of sharp eyes on the back of your head. The sharp click of a heel here. The rustling of charged fabric there; You could have sworn you heard a sharp breath and a familiar cough before it was whisked away on the sound of a beastly growl. Every time, your head whipped around to the sight of nothing but empty streets and swaying trees.
Click—click—click.
Maybe you could hide somewhere instead? Inside an alleyway? Or, behind that bush?
Your legs carried you faster and faster. All you had to do was make it home—just a few more steps and you'd be home free!
You'd win!
The sharp tendril of black curled snugly around your waist before you could even register how you had lost since the beginning. It tugged—sharply—and you were dragged into the nearest dark alley. Pulled past the dripping fangs and into the belly of the beast, like a rabbit to the awaiting wolf.
Cold brick pressed was against your cheek—Or, maybe it was your heated skin that was shoved against the rough wall instead. Everything in your vision (and gut) swirled as that familiar, sharp silhouette pressed you into the wall to begin with. Long, slender fingers curled tightly against the back of your neck, adding just enough pressure to cause you to gasp in shock—your body froze on instinct. One wrong move, and you'd be in for a world of true torture.
His voice coiled in your brain, the words spoken on a cold wind that sent shivers across your heated skin. “You really are unbelievable. Did you really think I wouldn’t come find you?” You could almost hear the smirk as he scoffed and pressed himself closer, crowding you mercilessly against the cold brick. His hands trailed down your sides, settling snugly around your hips as his fingertips dug into the fabric of your pants. "Or...is that what you were hoping for? That I would hunt you down like the sick little freak that you are? I'm almost pleased that you hold such a recognition of my talents."
Without a second thought, his hands shifted with lightning speed. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of your pants and underwear combined before shucking them unceremoniously to your ankles with a sharp grunt. You barely held back a moan as he ground himself forward against you harshly, the sharp movement of his hips forcing you to roll up on the balls of your feet and press your hands against the brick for support. There was a slight tickle against your ear; His lips brushing along the shell as his warm breath spread across your prickled skin.
"But next time, I suggest you carefully consider choosing a game you'll win."
His hands were deft—pale, slender fingers flicking the button of his own black pants with ease before shifting them down just enough to allow his cock to spring free against your ass. He ground himself wholly bared against you, panting as his hands tugged your hips back, eliciting a mix between a whimper and a moan from your throat. Teeth nipped at your lobe with a quiet reward.
As he continued to rock into you, your hands flew up to grip helplessly at the wall. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Ryuu—it was just a walk, that's all. Can't I j-just go on a simple stroll?" The innocent plead of your tone would do nothing to make your situation better, but you didn't care in the slightest. You heard the sharp hiss behind your neck and knew he'd taken the bait.
One of Akutagawa's hands shifted from your hip to his cock, gripping it at the base and guiding it between your legs until his tip teased at your awaiting hole. His tight grip on your waist prevented you from pushing back onto him—a purposeful torture. "Just a walk? Of course that's the pathetic excuse you're wishing to use. Then, was it just a walk when you chose to hide your location? When you knew I'd hunt you down like the pathetic prey that you are?" The hand he used to guide his cock moved up, gripping the back of your neck and pushing with considerable force until you were bent sharply at the waist, your hips shifting back against him. The movement forced the head of his weeping dick just barely into you, drawing a moan from your throat.
He was goading you. Ryuu was simply hoping whether you'd be desperate enough to actually admit to such depravity, and—despite wanting so badly to just give in—you shook your head and gave him a weary glance from over your shoulder. You couldn't hide the blazing arousal in your eyes, no matter how much you tried to deny it to his face.
So, ever the genius, you rattled off blamelessly, "I-I only wanted to take a walk in the fresh air."
There was a sharp click of his tongue and his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing and sliding up to your lips. He tapped two fingers against the plush skin there in an insistent order.
"Open up. Since you want to play games, I'll put your mouth to good use." Ryuu wasted no time when you opened your mouth to retort—two fingers slipped in knuckle deep as he ground his leaking cock against you. "Suck. And don't you dare bite, or you'll be left bound and untouched."
Your lips wrapped around his lithe fingers obediently, tongue swirling over and against the skin as your body rocked back to meet his movements. Reaching one of your hands down, you grappled to his remaining hold on your hip and squeezed. He gave a subtle squeeze back in response.
As you both swayed there, his hips rolling forward with a practiced sharpness as his precum adorned your twitching hole, you could feel that ache in your belly growing more and more. You needed more. More of his touch. More of his words. More of him. And by the way he was growing unsteady on his own feet, you could tell Ryuu was just one more touch away from giving it to you.
Once he'd seemingly had enough, he withdrew his finger from the wet cavern of your mouth and he guided them down your body. Had you been any more of sound mind, you'd be embarrassed by the obscene amount of saliva on them as they slipped lower. Slipping his hand between you both, his dribbling fingers teased along the outer edge of your hole. They never went any further than just a teasing push against your entrance.
He wanted you to beg.
"Admit it. You wanted me to have you like this. Admit that you were wishing to be bent before me and devoured." His fingers pressed in just slightly before returning to their circling motions—teasing you relentlessly as he ground himself against your inner thigh. A blade of cloth slithered under your shirt and coat, slowly trailing up along the skin of your belly, against your sternum, and to your chest. It flicked once. Twice. Three times. The tendril suddenly twitched, tightening itself to a small strand as it curled around your nipple. Another blade joined it, giving the same attention to the pert twin on the other side of your chest.
You tried so hard to think clearly, even through all the stimulation. The twisting, the grinding, the touches—it was all becoming far too much, but you had worked too hard for this to just give in now. Instead, you tried to straighten as his remaining hand on your hip squeezed in warning. "Just quit teasing me! It's not my fault you got so paranoid over not having my location."
That certainly hadn't been the answer he'd been looking for, but he already knew that you'd skirt his questioning if it meant a 'punishment'. He wasn't an idiot, after all. Still, Ryuu sneered. The hand on your hip tightened as something was bound snugly around your wrists and pulled them to settle in the curve of your lower back before constricting into an unbreakable grip. Twitches of electricity danced along the skin of your arms as the position allowed him to push you further into the bend—you winced when he pushed a little too much. Without so much a word or sound of knowledge, he let off the pressure just enough to allow you to situate yourself comfortably.
The only gracious reprieve before he hummed and grabbed your hips with both hands. A tendril of Rashomon curled around your neck like a heavy choker of ownership and all was silent for a moment as the strip of living fabric pulsed in time with your heart beat; It squeezed in a frantic pace as if it were mocking you. He really could be such a jerk at times, couldn't he?
You didn't get much time to dwell on such a concern before he was shifting against you. There was a sharp sensation of pain across your shoulder—no doubt a pointed end of his canines—and then the sharp, ghostly whisper of a ragged taunt.
"Paranoid? You tease me and run yourself ragged through the streets for a sliver of attention, and call me paranoid?" He laughs—but the sound is anything but amused. It's cold. Dangerous. And by all accounts, you know exactly what it means. The thought is only confirmed as he pulls his fingers away from your thoroughly slicked hole, instead replacing it once more with his swollen, twitching cock that's beading with precum. Honestly, you're surprised he's lasted this long to begin with.
Ryuu bites at the nape of your neck with a low growl as he shifts his hips against you. "There's no need for me to be paranoid when I know you'll always come running back like the sick slut that you are."
And then, he was pushing in.
Without even a shudder of hesitation, Akutagawa slid deep and allowed himself to settle comfortably in your warm, pulsating walls. The heightened arousal from the hunt and his still teasing binds of Rashomon twisting around your nipples helped that wonderful mix of pain and pleasure, though he was sure to take a moment to allow you to adjust. You both stood there, panting and trembling as your hips practically melded into one another before he pulled back with a ragged breath. And then, he was pushing in at a sharp pace that had you utterly losing any sense of mind you even had left at that point. His hips were dragged in and out of you at a pace bordering on inhuman, his hands tightening around your hips as he panted and hissed. Moans poured endlessly from your lips as he took, and took, and took. Like the beast that fed from its most prized game.
This is exactly what you had been hoping for, is all you could think about as bliss and pleasure spread through every fiber of your being. Your eyes glanced between your legs and you could see the thick liquid of his foamy precum as it ran down your inner thigh.
You heard steps passing by. The ebb of a passing conversation reached your ears and you tensed, which only caused Akutagawa to growl at the sudden tightness. It brought about a semblance of self-awareness of just where you both were—how close you two are to being discovered in such a compromising position. (It was even more arousing, you couldn't lie, but you still had your reservations). He muttered something in the cover of a cough, but you barely heard it as you whined. "R-Ryuu." The sound was more of pleasure than a plead. "C-Can't you at least l-let us get back home?" He wouldn't. And you didn't exactly want him to—maybe you just wanted to hear him scoff at your idiotic-ness.
But he didn't scoff. Instead, he gave a sharp snap of his hips with a dry laugh, another raspy cough threatening to build in his chest before he quelled it.
"If you didn't want to let the city know about your depraved choices," his voice haunted your brain, the hoarse, chilling tone filling your thoughts as deeply as his cock hit inside your tightened walls. Nipping the back of your shoulder, a hand slid down to settle against your lower stomach and pull it up into his thrusts—he chuckled darkly at the feeling of himself through your belly. "Then you shouldn't have played this game—this is all your fault, remember?"
His hand against your lower stomach gave one last squeeze before it settled on your hip. The living cloth around your neck gave a gentle squeeze—a quiet reassurance that he would listen to stop should you give him the word. He was ruthless, but always with your care in mind. You wouldn't give him the word, but you gave an appreciative press back against him with a wanton moan. "You—ah...you didn't have to chase me down. That part w-was all on you. I just wanted a wal—!!"
Ryuunosuke grunted, latching to your shoulder once more with sharp canines as his hips humped helplessly against your own. The shadows swallowed you both as you settled into depraved acts in that dark alley. Binds wrapped around every part of your being, pulling you impossibly closer against his own body as he—in turn—pressed you further against the wall. He pulled you from your bent form and pushed you chest first against the brick as his hips slammed against yours. Allowing the binds around your wrists to fall away, his hands took yours and pressed them beside your head and against the wall, his fingers intertwining with your own as he unlatched from your shoulder.
"Unbelievable," he huffed. "You are utterly impossible. I shouldn't even be entertaining you—such a depraved mutt."
You moaned sharply, eyes fluttering closed as you fought the urge to laugh while simultaneously sinking into the pleasure as you felt yourself draw closer and closer to that all-encompassing edge of ecstasy. "Y-You're the only reason I do it; It's your fault for encouraging it." You panted, setting your head back against his shoulder. He took the chance to assault the newly revealed skin in sharp nips and bites, grunting as he sunk a canine in particularly deep.
"Encouraging? I have told you countless times not to be reckless, but you never listen. It is not me encouraging you, but you stubbornly blazing ahead." His fingers tightened around your own in his grip as he continued to thrust relentlessly against you—he twitched deep and you instantly knew that this wouldn't last for too much longer.
Not a single more word was uttered as he bucked his hips against yours. Skin slapped against skin, and there was no doubt that if anyone else walked by, they'd be able to tell what was happening. The soft hair of his bangs brushed along the back of your neck as he seemed to curl in on you. Desperate, ragged grunts mixing with your own, moaning breaths as he took you with neither gentle touches nor a slow pace.
It was raw, and so believably him that you almost wished you could see his face from this angle. You're sure it would be scrunched, forehead and nose wrinkled with that stone-cold concentration that he seemed to carry so well. Just the thought alone had you tightening down around him (with a weak gasp in reward) as that coil built further and further in your gut. You were so close—so, so close.
Knowing you all too well, the thrusts continue to hit deeper and deeper until he found that beautiful sweet spot that sent stars shooting across your vision like comets in the night sky. It was so fast, you could barely even register what was happening anymore. White, hot ecstaty burned across your skin and a band of black cloth slapped across your lips just as you let out a wailing cry. Ryuu's hands on your hips tightened, his breaths hitching before he finally spilled deep into you with a hoarse hiss. Moments later, his hips stopped flush against you as he panted against your shoulder.
You both stood there, catching your breath, before he eventually retracted Rashomon from your body and allowed it to slink back into the inky black of his coat. One tendril slinked down to grab at your pants and tug them back up your legs. He pulled out just as it tugged your pants snug back around your hips—you tried not to think about the fact you could feel his cum leaking into your underwear.
He hummed, the same tendril supporting you as he pulled you away from the wall and turned you to look at him. The smirk on his face sent chills down your face—that predatory look in his eyes all too familiar.
"You didn't think I was done with you, did you?" He stepped forward, grasping your cheeks in his hand as he leaned forward to hiss in your ear. "This little game is far from over, so if I had one little piece of advice for you to actually heed, it's this—"
Akutagawa whispered lowly against your ear, his hand on your face tightening just slightly before he let go with a dangerous, dark look. You wasted no time in gasping and hurrying for the entrance of the alley, stumbling slightly as you willed your feet to remember how to work. His voice followed behind you—the stone-cold tone sending fear and arousal licking up your spine as you ran down the street. But your wobbly legs drove faster as you caught sound of fabric rustling before it all went silent.
His words echoed in your head, all the same, pushing this game further past a playful test and more into the echoes of a hunter after a prized deer. A whispered phrase that—combined with his sharp, chilling tone—sent playful fear alight in every fiber of your being:
5 Tiny Writing Tips That Aren’t Talked About Enough (but work for me)
These are some lowkey underrated tips I’ve seen floating around writing communities — the kind that don’t get flashy attention but seriously changed how I write.
1. Put “he/she/they” at the start of the sentence less often.
Try switching up your sentence rhythm. Instead of
“She walked to the window,”
try
“The window creaked open under her touch.”
Keeps it fresh and stops the paragraph from sounding like a checklist.
2. Don’t describe everything — describe what matters.
Instead of listing every detail in a room, pick 2–3 objects that say something.
“A half-drunk mug of tea and a knife on the table”
sets a way stronger tone than
“There was a wooden table, two chairs, and a shelf.”
3. Use beats instead of dialogue tags sometimes.
Instead of:
"I'm fine," she said.
Try:
"I'm fine." She wiped her hands on her skirt.
It helps shows emotion, and movement.
4. Write your first draft like no one will ever read it.
No pressure. No perfection. Just vibes. The point of draft one is to exist. Let it be messy and weird — future you will thank you for at least something to edit.
5. When stuck, ask: “What’s the most fun thing that could happen next?”
Not logical. Not realistic. FUN. It doesn’t have to stay — but chasing excitement can blast through writer’s block and give you ideas you actually want to write.
What’s a tip that unexpectedly helped with your writing? Let me know!! 🍒
I swear, I read a few of your posts about Akutagawa headcanons, and it’s unreal how meticulous your writing is. It’s so close to Aku in a crazy way. Ugh, why do amazing writing like this always find me so late? I seriously love your writingyour characterization of him is incredibly good.
Thank you, thank you haha <3 Obsessing over a character can be just as much a blessing as it can be a curse, but I can’t exactly say I’m complaining.
There’s just something about his character that scratches a deep, curious itch in my brain and I still haven’t been able to figure out. Even with past characters that I’ve loved writing for, I don’t think I’ve ever been as invested in them as I have with Akutagawa and it’s a bit terrifying. That said, I’m glad to have been able to capture his likeness so well because sometimes I still feel like I can’t understand him well enough. I’m happy that everyone has been enjoying my writings of him 💜💜
(A lot of pieces sitting in my drafts that I need to get rid because they're basically half done. This was inspired by an art piece of Harukawa and it is incredibly short, so I apologize for that.)
(Anyways, enjoy :] )
18+ Content under the cut
"Ryuu--"
"Hush," he snaps, tugging you down to meet another sharp thrust, just barely drawing a moan from your throat before a band of living cloth snaps itself down across your mouth. "You've talked more than enough. If we get caught, it'll be because you couldn't just keep your mouth shut." Another wrapped around your throat as if it was nothing more than a silk-wrapped beast, keeping your gaze up. Rashomon stood strong under the both of you, carrying your combined weight with ease like a makeshift stool as Akutagawa's hips snapped up against your own.
This wasn't supposed to be happening. Especially not when you two were supposed to be focused on an assigned mission.
His breath was hot against the nape of your neck, the bands around your skin squeezing in time with his racing heart and harsh thrusts. His head snapped to the side just in time as a harsh cough wracked his body. But it didn't deter him.
Nothing deterred him when he was wrapped so wonderfully in your tight warmth.
He gave a deep chuckle, the sash around your neck squeezing as you moaned against the gag of cloth around your mouth. "You're hopeless. We're supposed to be waiting for our targets and here you are...wrecked and utterly depraved." Akutagawa's grip on your hips tightened, drawing you down into a sharp snap of his hips. The ruffles of his shirt pressed against the exposed skin of your lower back--his pants merely unbuttoned enough to allow his cock enough comfortable room as it disappeared in and out of your hole. "A complete lack of disregard for our orders...I shouldn't even be allowing you to have this."
You whimpered--that never meant any good coming from his mouth.
"But, I suppose I'll allow it this once."
And then, before you could think, more ebony binds coiled around your hips--replacing where his hands had once been--before drawing you along an inhumane rhythm. Your moans and sharp cries were swallowed by the gag as Ryuu's head dipped back. He leaned against the support of the binds under him, every slam of your hips punctuated by a grunt or breathy gasp. As if the air was being punched out of him every time.
He really needed to quit indulging you like this.
But how could he deny himself from this textbook case of pure desperation? The very thought brought a ghost of a smirk to his lips.
He'd show you patience later, but right now he just needed to keep you quiet.
