A COLLAB FOR UNDERRATED CHARACTERS + CHARACTERS FROM OLD/SMALL FANDOMS.
co-hosted by @chaos-night, owner of @underratedcharactercorner, where you can find more underrated character content!
the goal of this collab is to encourage you to write for your old + underrated anime crushes. this is the time to shine some light on overlooked fandoms, small/old fandoms, and even underwritten characters from larger fandoms. any character is free game as long as they don’t have a lot of (actively written) x reader content.
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larger fandom characters who are lacking in x reader content.
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MASTERLIST I
contains works for: psycho pass, kuroko no basuke, ouran highschool host club, naruto, bleach, gintama, death note, yuyu hakusho, inuyasha, fairy tail, & akatsuki no yona
MASTERLIST II
contains works for: demon slayer, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, blue lock, kaiju no. 8, bakuten, tokyo ghoul, kuroshitsuji, kamisama kiss, saiki k, noragami, daiya no ace, fire force, fruits basket, magi, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, k project, high rise invasion, katekyo hitman reborn, dragon ball z, & d grayman
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contains works for: assassination classroom, attack on titan, black clover, blue exorcist, blue period, boku no hero academia, bungou stray dogs, cells at work, cowboy bebop, devil’s line, devilman crybaby, durarara, food wars, fugou keiji balance: unlimited, gangsta, god of highschool, highschool of the dead, howl’s moving castle, hunter x hunter, jujutsu kaisen, karneval, kakegurui, lookism, magic kaito, maid sama, monster, one piece, one punch man, owari no seraph, parasyte, raise wa tanin ga ii, rorouni kenshin, salaryman’s club, samurai champloo, sekirei, solo leveling, spirited away, tamako market, vampire knight, wonder egg priority, & zombie-loan
SUGGESTIONS
tamaki (ouran), takashi (highschool of the dead), jin mori and han daewi (god of highschool), sung jinwoo (solo leveling), guren (owari no seraph), fire force characters, knb characters, daiya no ace characters, free! characters, renji and aizen (bleach)
This is for the back from the dead collab hosted by @cyancherub and @chaos-night
No gendered language is used (I think) although the reader is described wearing a skirt and heels
Wordcount: 4,882
Contains: Second person POV, NSFT, Grinding, Stalking, Enemies To Lovers, Dubcon (Alcohol and lying is involved), Oral Sex (M!Receiving), Penetrative Sex (But it’s a cliffhanger sorry), The reader is a serial killer
Summary/Excerpt: “Excuse me.” A complete monotone.
He’s perfect. Tall with bad posture, avoiding eye contact, dark circles and unkempt hair. Fuck he barely even bothered to put his shoes on, he’d shoved his feet into trainers like they were slippers and now he’s taking one foot out to scratch at his other leg with bare toes and-
He’s the one.
He’s the one you’re going to kill next.
You kill perverts. Not often, but often enough that if your… habits… were a work of fiction, they would be serialized. But serial killer feels like a strong term. And kill feels like the wrong tense.
It’s more accurate to say you killed perverts. Because you aren’t actively killing anybody now, here on this train, and because of Kira.
The fucker.
He’s a fucker because he stole something from you, something more important than the hunt, more important than the kill.
He stole your denial.
You were happy, ecstatic even, to go about your daily life, noting the straying hands and gross leers of disgusting men. Remembering their faces. Following them to their homes, or their workplaces. And cleaning up society’s mess.
Everybody loves when the trash takes itself out.
Except, apparently, you. Because now that Kira’s a prominent threat, a real possibility. Crime dropped. Perverts crawled under their filthy rocks. Your skirt is so goddamn short, and not a single person has even accidentally bumped into your ass.
Before Kira you could tell yourself you were doing it because somebody had to. If you wore the shorter skirt and pretended to sip the stronger drink and carried the sharper knife you could make so many problems disappear for everybody. If anything you were a hero. They were vermin, and you were catching rats.
Now there are no more rats to catch and the cat is starving.
Because now thanks to Kira there’s no denying what you really are. An apex predator who preys on predators. But you can feel your ecosystem collapsing as your heels get higher and your skirts get shorter and nobody takes the bait.
Perfectly manicured nails dig into exposed thighs because you need to ground yourself. Because if you freak out on this train people are going to think you’re weird, and you aren’t weird you’re a hero, you’re an angel, you’re just watching over them, and now you can’t do anything because there’s nothing to do because Kira ruined everything-
You stumble forwards, barely catching yourself on a safety bar, when you feel a firm press against your back. Your head whips around to see who bumped into you. To see who’s warm knuckles dug into the back of your exposed thigh.
“Excuse me.” A complete monotone.
He’s perfect. Tall with bad posture, avoiding eye contact, dark circles and unkempt hair. Fuck he barely even bothered to put his shoes on, he’d shoved his feet into trainers like they were slippers and now he’s taking one foot out to scratch at his other leg with bare toes and-
He’s the one.
He’s the one you’re going to kill next.
Your smile is dazzling, very well practiced, as you nod your head at him, “It’s no trouble.”
He stares at you blankly, then looks away.
What the fuck?
Okay maybe he’s more into the hard to get types. You can be hard to get…
Your smile drops and you turn around, back to him, and tighten your grip on the bar, making an active effort not to scowl.
And all the way to your stop he doesn’t touch you.
So you don’t get off at your stop. You get off at his.
And you follow him. It’s something you’re very practiced at. Walking in heels without making too much sound. Stepping out of sight and blending into other peoples groups whenever your mark starts to turn around. But he doesn’t turn around. Ever. It almost isn’t fun.
Actually.
It isn’t fun at all.
So you leave. You head back to the subway and you take the train to your actual stop and you head home and you sleep.
—
Life continues normally from there, with you putting the hikikomori out of your mind and heading to work, resigned to the fact that you have to be normal now.
Which is painfully boring. Like everything is. Because of Kira.
Your customer service smile feels stitched onto your face by the time you’re back on your usual train, following your usual routine, and heading home. To be bored-
A hand brushes against your ass and you tense up. This time not turning around.
“Excuse me.” A monotone.
Holy shit.
“It’s fine.”
You glance in the window, using the reflection to see-
Oh this just isn’t fair.
He’s wearing the same clothes! He probably doesn’t even bathe! You can’t smell him but you decide in that moment he has to stink. Filth like him always stinks.
You let out a shuddering breath as your shoulders relax, aware that you’re being unfair, he hasn’t even done anything. Won’t even do anything-
The train slows to a halt and the doors open, people pouring in, and he is shoved up against the back of you. His posture is so bad his chin is pressed over your shoulder and you can feel every inch of him plastered to you, shoulder blades to chest, ass to thighs.
“Excuse-”
“It’s fine.” You let out a bright, fake laugh, “Sure is crowded today.”
“Yes.”
He doesn’t even know how to talk to people. Fuck, that’s perfect. You bet he doesn’t even have any friends to notice when he goes missing. Dressed like that he definitely doesn’t have a job-
But again you’re getting ahead of yourself. He hasn’t done anything.
Goddamnit.
The train rocks and you roll back on your high heels, keeping your balance with practice, something he doesn’t do as easily, stumbling into you and smushing you to the window of the train.
Please, please, please, please- Fuck, just give me the excuse, I need this-
He braces his arms on either side of you and pushes himself away. And you’re now likely the only person on this entire goddamn train who isn’t being touched by anybody.
Your stop comes and you sigh, shifting to move for the door with the rest of the commuters but his arms don’t move.
“This is my stop.” You’re kind of glaring at him but he earned it. At least it’s better than being murdered, right?
“It’s not.”
“… What?”
His look barely changes but you think for him it must seem like you’ve sprouted an extra head, “You got off at my stop yesterday.”
It’s the longest sentence you’ve heard him speak and that same bland monotone that coats his “Excuse me.”’s is present, and yet somehow the dullness of his speech doesn’t calm you from the realization that he saw you. Nobody ever sees you, but this motherfucker with his bad posture and sockless shoes saw you.
Gatelight. Girlkeep. Gasboss.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I need you to move.”
His expression is blank but the way he’s staring at you makes you feel like a bug under glass. A moment passes and you’re about ready to scream, to call him a pervert before he’s even earned it when he drops his arms and shuffles back what little he can, but by the time you make it to the other side of the train car, the doors have shut.
You remind yourself with a deep, angry breath, that you kill people who have it coming. And making you miss your stop doesn’t make the cut. Unfortunately.
You look over your shoulder to glare across the car at him but he’s not on the other side anymore. He’s right behind you. Staring with those creepy sleep deprived eyes of his and you actually flinch away in surprise. People don’t sneak up on you, you sneak up on them. Who the fuck is this guy?
“Sorry.”
“What?” Your response comes out sharp, but it’s understandable, you’re pissed.
“I made you miss your stop.” He blinks once and you can’t help but think he looks like an alien, reminding himself intermittently to act human.
“It’s fine.” Fuck you.
And then he has the gall to smile and it’s so fucking cute you can feel heat rush to your cheeks. How is this gremlin smiling like a goddamn kitten? Is he stupid? You obviously meant I’m fine as in fuck you not as in I’m fine so why the hell is he smiling? You turn away.
When his stop comes you get off together.
“Which way are you headed?” He went left last time, so-
“Right.”
He gives you that look again, the bug under the glass with two heads one, but doesn’t call you out this time. Just nods. And stands there.
So you nod back at him and turn to leave. And he follows you.
“Where- Uh- Where are you going?”
“Right.”
Motherfucking creepy liar.
You try to remember if you’ve killed a stalker before but all of your other kills are slipping between your mental fingers. All you can think of is him. With his shit posture and blank face and- No eyebrows? Weirdo.
The first cafe you pass by you end up stepping inside.
And he does too.
What the actual fuck? Goddamn amateur.
You order coffee.
He orders cake.
You sit down.
He sits down across from you. Squatting on his chair. Like a frog.
“… Can I help you?”
“Yes.”
You wait for him to elaborate but he doesn’t. He just sits there, eating his cake, and staring at you.
So you start to get up to leave, stopping when he holds a hand out, fork clutched oddly between his fingers, a frosting dipped strawberry speared on the end of the prongs.
“I’ll give you my strawberry if you tell me what you think of Kira.”
You take a moment to look between him and the fruit. Then you bend over and bite it off and turn to leave, tossing a, “Kira can suck my dick.” Over your shoulder as you go.
This time he doesn’t follow.
—
And from that moment on you can’t stop seeing the frog. If you go to the park, he’s at a crepe stall, staring at you. If you go to a museum, he’s eating dango and staring at you. And every single day when you get off of work, he’s there, staring at you.
You need to get him alone. You need to kill him. The feeling’s been building for a while now, like pressure around your neck, light enough to distract you without actually restricting your breath. And he’s earned it. He doesn’t touch you, but he doesn’t need to. Because he’s definitely stalking you and stalkers are perverts.
And you kill perverts.
So you spin away from the window you always faced to look him in the eye and ask, “What’s your name?”
“You can call me Ryuzaki.”
Frog. “What are you doing today Ryuzaki?”
He blinks at you twice. It seems like he wasn’t anticipating human interaction. Looks like the robot needs to load.
“I- Will be following you.”
You actually snort at that, a laugh that can be heard in your words as you answer “That’s honest.”
“Yes. Uncharacteristic of me.”
That makes you laugh too.
“Well, Ryuzaki, I was going to go drinking with some of my coworkers today,” A lie, “But they bailed. Do you drink?”
A long pause, then, “I can.”
“Perfect!” And it is. “You get to be my drinking buddy today. Lucky you!” Another lie.
Ryuzaki’s luck ran out the day you felt the backs of his fingers on the backs of your thighs.
—-
The club you find yourselves in is seedy to say the least. It would actually be the perfect hunting grounds, but with the exception of your commute you try never to hit the same spot twice. Patterns get killers caught.
Ryuzaki looks out of place, shiny eyes stare wide across the sea of alcoholics drowning the week to celebrate the weekend. It’s like he’s never been in a proper crowd before, and he likely hasn’t. You’re counting on him being overwhelmed as you drag him to the bar, your arm locked through his, “Let’s do shots!”
He looks at you and you get the impression he would rather get shot than do one, but he keeps surprising you so there’s no way you’re not taking the edge off of his reflexes.
“C’mon Ryu~ For me? For your train buddy?” You have to shout over the music, grinning a cheshire smile as you feel the bass thrumming through the floor and into you.
He opens his mouth to speak, but you gesture that you can;t hear him, so he just nods.
You squeal loud enough to make him cringe then lock eyes with the bartender.
“Two Blue Dolphins and two tequilas!” The bartender nods at you, and you smile brilliantly. Tonights going to be wonderful. And it gets even better as Ryuzaki takes out a roll of cash and pays for both of you. Bless him for saving you from the possible paper trail of credit card statements. So considerate.
When you get your shots you scoot the Blue Dolphins to you and the tequilas to him, picking one up and hooking your arm around his. “Drink with me!”
He nods and throws back his shot, face scrunching up in disgust at the taste of the tequila.
You throw your shot back and scrunch your face up for effect. Ryuzaki doesn’t need to know that a Blue Dolphin is water.
You throw back your second shot for good measure, wrapping both arms around one of his to keep him steady before dragging him out to the dance floor, “Dance with me!”
You can read lips well enough to recognize, “I don’t know how.” But you make that gesture from earlier, pretending you can’t hear him and he lets out a visible sigh as you drag him to the floor.
And he’s helpless. All around you people are dancing and grinding and he’s just standing there, sort of rocking back and forth on his heels in his shitty tennis shoes as you sway with the music. So you give him a hand. Two actually. You spin around and reach back for his wrists, dragging him into you and placing his hands on your hips before you start to rock side to side.
His touch is surprisingly light, fingertips barely tracing over the fabric that covers you as you roll your hips against his and throw your head back, shooting him a wink.
He blinks at you, visibly dazed and you look away to grin like a maniac. You’ve still got it. And now you’ve got him too, dangling on the end of your hook without even realizing he’s about to be hauled off to suffocate on dry land. Poor little frog.
So you reel him in, grinding on his cock through badly fitted jeans and his hands twitch, ever so slightly. He really is perfect. So perfect.
Maybe it’s the music, or the dancing, or the angle you’re grinding at, catching just right. Maybe you’re just a freak. But you can feel yourself getting wet. The rapid rise and fall of your chest becoming more noticeable as Ryuzaki starts to roll his hips against yours, falling into your rhythm, if not the music’s.
It feels nicer than it aught to, this perverts cock pressing against your ass, the feeling of him starting to get hard against you as you toss another flirty look over your shoulder and smile. He probably didn’t even notice, you realize, with the way he’s staring down your cleavage, pressing his body closer to yours so he can bury his face into your neck, hips jumping when you run your hands up your body and over your chest, then back down to his hands.
You want to fuck him.
It would be the first time one of the pests you caught in your web was worth anything more than a knife in an alley but as one of his hands drifts away from your hip, back to your ass to cup as much fat as he can fit into his hand you groan and arch, and feel him do the same in return.
He’s probably a virgin. If anything it would be cruel and unusual not to fuck him first.
Ryuzaki pants against your neck as his hips speed up, knees bending slightly so he can roll his hips up into you, and you whine.
Okay maybe not a virgin.
Honestly who can tell with this guy, he’s constantly confusing you, subverting every expectation you have for him.
One of your hands goes to your chest, the urge to grope overcoming you, and the other goes to his hair, fingers tangling into the thick mess of it as you twist to kiss him.
He gasps into your mouth, hips jerking, and you grin against him, taking the opportunity to press your tongue inside his mouth. To touch his. He’s soft and warm and wet and tastes like tequila and sugar and for some reason that combination has you moaning into his mouth. He’s admittedly a bit clumsy, but responsive and a quick learner. He seems to instantly pick up on the things that make your knees weak. Tries everything until he’s figured out what you like best, and then kisses you like he plans to destroy you with it.
When you can’t help but break away for air, lungs burning, your eyes flutter open to see him staring at you. You aren’t sure if even shut his eyes in the first place, you wouldn’t put it past him to not know better. He’s panting, open mouthed, as he ruts his cock against the fat of your thighs, fingers starting to squeeze harder against your hips and ass.
Man, he really loves your ass. If no other positive can be found in him, at least he’s got good taste.
And it feels good. So fucking good that you know you’ve ruined your panties. You know that if he were daring enough to slip his fingers in between your thighs right now he would feel your cum dripping down them. And you want him to feel that. You want to see his face when he does. Maybe you’ll even cum on his face.
Then you’ll kill him.
But you can’t do that here, in the middle of the club so you pull away. His eyes get wider, which is saying something considering how shell-shocked he’s looked for most of your time here, and his hands squeeze tighter, shaking his head with a desperate little “No.”
He thinks you’re a tease? Cute.
You smile at him and turn around to face him all the way, hands coming up to frame his face as you lean in to him again, biting his lip just to feel him jump. Then your fingers trace down his neck, feeling a racing pulse, and his arms, to his hands. You intertwine your fingers and step back, pulling the dazed weirdo with you as you do.
He doesn’t look away from you once as you drag him to the bathrooms, you don’t think he even blinks until you enter the men’s restroom, flinching away from the sudden painful fluorescents.
It’s not your best light and it’s definitely not his, but you doubt he cares when you drag him over to the nearest open stall and shove him inside, his thighs hitting the seat and dropping him onto it.
The music is quieter from in here granting you the luxury of hearing him panting. And isn’t that the cutest thing? All you did was dance on him and kiss him and he’s panting like a dog, thin fingers going to wrap around his cock through his jeans, his hips rocking up against the palm of his hand. It suits him.
You shut the stall door behind you and flick the lock shut, before turning to him, fingers teasing the edge of your skirt coquettishly. And just for the added effect you flutter your lashes. “Ryuzaki…”
He doesn’t respond to that for a moment, like he’s forgotten his own name before twitching slightly, and then blinking again, “I- Yes?”
He looks like the nerdy type, so you make a leap in logic, tip your head down, and play the dumb slut.
“I wanted to dance with you but-” Your fingers pick at the hem of your skirt, twisting ‘nervously’ before you slowly slide it up, lifting so he can see- “I got all messy.”
His hips snap up and he grunts, the sound so fucking good you have to bite your lip to keep from grinning.
“It feels all sticky…”
“Does it?”
“Mhmm.” You nod, stepping closer to him, and batting your eyes one more time, you ask in a near whisper, “Did I get you messy too?”
Ryuzaki shakes his head, messy bangs falling into his eyes which lock onto and stay locked onto your inner thighs.
“Really?” You step even closer then squat, sitting on your heels as you lean forwards and gently brush your cheek against his hand, “This isn’t because of me?”
His eyelashes flutter and damn he looks pretty when he does that. “You- May have had some influence on my current state.” He sounds a bit choked and you have to bite your lip to hold back another grin.
“I can help.”
“You can.” It’s a statement but somehow it sounds like a question to you, like he doesn’t understand what’s happening. Adorable.
The hand he’d been holding his cock with drifts to your cheek, the back of his knuckles gently brushing over sensitive flesh before he turns his hand to gently trace his fingertips against your skin. You wonder if your cheeks feel as hot to him as they do to you.
“Is it uncomfy?” You let your hands trail up his legs, brushing over denim as your fingers draw closer and closer to his clothed cock, “Will you let me make it better?”
“Yes.” His head jerks in a quick nod that has his messy hair falling in his eyes again and you can’t stop the giggle from escaping you. He’s been deathly pale since you met him but now, like this with bright pink cheeks, he looks wrecked. You watch his chest as it heaves and his cheeks flush a brighter burning red, and when your thumb flicks over the button on his jeans opening it and your lips trail to the zip to pull it down with your teeth, his pretty lips part with a shudder.
“Yes, it’s uncomfy?” Okay maybe you’re a little bit of a tease.
In another surprising move the hand on your cheek shifts up to your hair, fingers grabbing on tight, “Yes. You can make it better.”
With no more hesitation you pull his cock out, taking a moment to admire it. He’s pretty, ever so slightly longer than average and uncut, with a pink head and some subtle veins forking the underside of it. Veins that you can’t help but lean in and trace with your tongue.
You have to hold back another cheshire grin when he makes a choking noise in response.
“S’it feel good?”
“Yes.” His hand presses the back of your head, leading, and you let him lead you to his pretty pink tip, kissing it with parted lips before letting it slip inside.
He whines and you suck. He whimpers and you drag your lips down him. He begs and you hum around him, his eyes rolling back as his hips rock up into the tight wet heat of your mouth.
You want to play him like an instrument, but when you try to pick up the pace and bob your head faster his fingers tighten their grip, holding your head still.
“Do you know why I followed you?” When he speaks he sounds- Unsettlingly calm…
Okay, you don’t love where this is going. You try to pull of so you can answer him but he doesn’t let you, keeping you trapped against his lap, face half speared on his hard cock.
“I thought you might be Kira.”
You choke and his cock twitches against your tongue.
So you apply the gentlest bit of pressure. With teeth.
He swears, in english oddly enough, and shoves your head back and away from him.
Your ass hits the floor and you wince, then desperately scramble for the stall door but in an instant he’s behind you. His body pins the length of you to the stall with a solid thud and your head hits it sharply, images of the train floating to the forefront of your minds eye before fading away as you jerk against him.
Both of your wrists are sealed in his tight grasp. His fingers are thin and long and it pisses you off to realize, way stronger than they look.
Gaslight- “You’re insane.”
“At least I don’t kill people.” Perfectly calm. Terrifying.
“You genuinely don’t know how murder-y your vibes are right now, do you?!” You kick back, a heel jamming into the front of his calf and he hisses, shoving his shoulder harder against your back. You feel his foot press between yours and your legs are kicked apart.
You open your mouth to scream.
He swaps one of your wrists to his other hand, freeing one to grab your mouth.
“You once asked me if you could help me, do you remember?”
You bite the fleshy part of his palm.
“I asked you a yes or no question. You may feel free to consider this an interrogation if it helps.”
His voice is so calm. Less than a minute ago you had him two tequilas deep and wrecked underneath you and now he’s somehow in complete control? This is bad. So fucking bad. How the fuck can he think you’re Kira?
Fuck it. When the frogs body gets cold, you’re finding that Kira asshole and killing him too.
“Yes. Or no.”
You nod. Yes.
“Good.” Ryuzaki rests his chin on your shoulder and sighs. His body feels relaxed but his grip is still tight. His cock is still hard. You should’ve bit harder. “Do you wish to know why you were one of my suspects for Kira?”
You shake your head. No.
…
Then you nod, and he huffs out a laugh. Asshole.
“The reason I believed you may be Kira is simple. In places where criminals practicing, shall we say, antisocial behavior went. You were there. And then they died.” His thumb strokes your cheek gently, like earlier and you bite his hand again. He doesn’t react. “While not the most surveilled country by far, japan has no shortage of CCTV footage to comb through. That is how I found you.”
You turn your head as much as you can to glare at him and he gives you that kitten smile you’ve decided you hate.
“You know, for somebody who kills perverts-” His voice is a slow contemplative drawl as he rocks his hips up against you, slowly, and you scowl, “-You’re quite perverted yourself.”
Another bite.
“It wasn’t a complaint. Simply an observation.”
Another bite.
“If I uncover your mouth are you going to scream?”
Another bite.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Ryuzaki sounds like he’s talking about the weather.
The second his grip lightens you try to slam your head back into his nose. He pushes you against the door, harder this time, and grabs your face.
Square one.
“Do you want to know why you haven’t been reported to the police?”
…Actually now that he mentions it. Yes. The longer he draws this fucked up situation out the more your adrenaline is dying down and the clearer you can think. This man somehow has access to CCTV and is hunting Kira.
A broadcast from a few months ago comes to mind. The tone of his voice suddenly sounds very familiar.
You tap his wrist twice with a finger, and after cocking a nonexistent eyebrow at you in question, Ryuzaki releases his grip over your mouth.
“You’re L.”
He smiles again.
“And you’re a murderer.”
“Prove it.”
“I can, and have.”
“Then why was your dick in my mouth?” You meant to say, ‘Why am I not in prison?’
What color had left his cheeks floods back in, “I- Found it prudent to observe you closer before allowing you any modicum of information about myself or my intentions.”
Uh huh. With his dick so hard it looks painful and is visibly leaking. Sure. “Why?”
L turns you to face him, only releasing his grip on you wrists long enough to do so.
“It is simple. You are going to help me catch Kira.”
“I get to kill him.”
“No.”
“Fuck you.”
“That would be a possibility, yes.”
…
There’s no way you aren’t going to regret this later.
“Finish what you started.”
Your wrists are shifted back into one of his hands. Clearly despite coming clean with you there’s no level of trust there. Smart. “I always do.”
With his free hand he hikes up one of your legs around his waist, hard cock pressing up against still damp panties and dragging against your clit. “Fuck, L-”
“It does however merit mention that you are the one who started this. Technically speaking.”
“For fucks sake-”
Thin fingers shift your underwear to the side and the firm press of his cock head parts your damp slit, pushing inside.
—tw/cw: alcohol use, blood, rough fighting if that's something you don't like!
—wc: 4.8k
☼ a/n: After writing this 3 years ago, I took it and revamped it, different ending and less cringe haha, I hope you enjoy my beautiful doctor man!
☼ @cyancherub's Back From The Dead Collab under their Masterlist III for underrated character content! ^.^
Masterlists: Main Masterlist || SFW Masterlist || Collabs
Your eyes fluttered open and you were surrounded by white making it hard for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of the infirmary that began to materialize before you. "Man, that last fight with the Varuga sure did take a lot out of me." You groaned as you started to sit up on the bed. You scratched the back of your neck as you let out another higher pitched groan while stretching your back.
“Of course it took a lot out of you. Racing head first into a group of Varuga will do that to you." The light pink haired doctor came in shaking his head with a clipboard in his hand, writing something in it. "Don’t move around too much. You’re still recuperating.”
“Oh Akari, I feel fine.” You laughed at the doctor and moved your legs to dangle off the bed.
“I don’t care if you ‘feel’ fine. You’re not getting up until I say so.” He spoke authoritatively.
You laughed and shook your head. “I’m leaving.” You said, standing up and taking the I.V out of your arm.
“Y/N!” His pink hues looked upon yours with anger. It was funny, this guy scared pretty much everyone in all the airships but he never seemed to shake you. If anything, whenever he got mad at you, it made you wanna do it more.
“I’ll see you next time I need help Dr. Akari.” You laughed as you waved him off as if his words meant absolutely nothing to you. You walked past him, patting his shoulder with your hand and went into the hallway, making your way back to your airship.
His peach eyes watched you walk out of the room and he knew there wasn’t any way he was making you stay so he grunted and wrote you off as discharged.
“Guys, I’m back!” You yelled in victory as you entered Airship 2, gently scratching off the rest of the adhesive from the medical tape that had held the IV needle in your arm and were greeted by Yogi, Gareki and Nai. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Oh, I don’t know. They said they were going to go out. Had some business to finish attending to, I guess.” Yogi shrugged with a small sad, defeated smile on his face.
“Don’t need to look so down about it. It mustn’t have been too important if they didn’t bring you along.” You patted his shoulders and gave him a smile which he happily returned.
“Oh, you know that’s not true. But thank you anyway.” He laughed and sat down on his favorite chair, unwrapping a piece of candy and plopped it in his mouth.
“Well, hey. I’m going to go see if I can scoop up any more information on those Varuga, I feel like we were so close...” You spoke as you gave them another wave and headed on your way to the research room. You spent quite a while in there, studying where you’ve seen the Varuga, the patterns, if any, that they have shown.
Finally, as if it seemed like you were in there for days, you hopped up off the chair smiling at what you seemed to have figured out on the paper you grabbed. Giving a swift nod, you proceeded to find Hirato in hopes that he’d accept the information you had found and after asking around, you finally got your answer as to where Hirato was. Unfortunately for you, he was in Akari’s room. ‘Great.’ You thought in your head, either Akari is going to be very irritable that Hirato is in his room or... no, that's it, he's going to be very irritable and will probably yell at you for being up and about when you 'should be' resting.
As you rounded the many twists and turns of the ship, you came upon Akari’s room. The door was shut so you gave a small knock before entering the room. Hirato, Tsukitachi and Akari were sitting on the couches in his room with teacups on the coffee table, quite the strange set up... but you shook your head slightly and blinked your eyes.
When everyone turned to look at you Akari’s eyes had widened and he got up off the couch. And let's just say, it was far from elegant. “How are you feeling?” The pink-haired doctor walked or more so stumbled up to you and he placed his hands on your shoulder.
You could smell the scent of alcohol coming off his breath. “I uh.” You glanced over to see Hirato and Tsukitachi chuckling on the couch. “I’m fine. I just had questions for Hirato.” Your eyes glanced over the doctor’s face just inches away from yours, your cheeks heating up lightly before giving a small nod and wriggled out of Akari's grip on your shoulders. Looking over at your captain, you walked next to his chair, leaving Akari staring after you. “Did you guys really have to go and get him drunk… again?” You laughed as you took out a small sheet with some writing on it.
“Can you blame us? He’s less irritable when he’s not all Mister Professional Pants. And you can't deny that when he gets like this, he's amusing as hell.” Tsukitachi laughed as he clinked his tea cup with Hirato’s.
You knew full well that their cups were alcohol free while Akari’s was laced with it. “Anyway, on a serious note. I think I found a site where the Varuga’s are hiding out. I’m not sure if you want me to keep an eye on them or not. I just have a feeling they’re connected to the Kafka incid-“
“Aapp, aapp, aapp.” Drunk Akari wobbled his way to you and pulled you back by the shoulders so you were now leaning against the drunk's chest. “You are not -hicc- to be doing anything -hicc- for the next couple of days.” He had one finger wiggling in front of your face and you were so tempted to bite it that you had begun opening your mouth. “You’re still recovering.” He spoke as he ended it with a hiccup causing you to chuckle instead of bite him.
“You know, Akari? I don’t think you’re in your right mind to be restricting me. You aren’t thinking straight, how about you sleep on it and tell me your thoughts in... a few years.” You gave him a small boop on his nose which immobilized him for a bit like a cat and you couldn’t help but laugh at his intoxicated self. You turned your head, gaze landing on Hirato. “Just let me know what you want me to do.” You gave him a nod before gracefully moving from Akari’s weak grip and bounced out of the room and to your bedroom.
“Why doesn’t she listen to me?” Akari had a visible childlike pout on his face as he plopped in his seat, grabbing his tea cup which was now full again. Funny thing was that it now was strictly liquor, no tea in it at all.
“Well...” Hirato spoke up, sipping his tea with a slight smirk on his face. “She is quite stubborn, but also quite capable of handling herself enough to not listen to anyone. Especially you or I. Even if some of the things people say are reasonable, she manages somehow and comes out of things barely scathed.” He shrugged but eyed the pink haired man suspiciously.
“I don’t listen to you.” Tsukitachi laughed as he sat back against the couch, eyeing the man as well.
“Yeah, well I don’t care about you.” Akari spit out harshly before taking a sip of his ‘tea’.
“Oh, my heart.” Tsukitachi dramatized. “My precious little heart. I think I need some medical attention, Doctor.” He closed his eyes and threw his hand in the air.
“Shove it.” Akari vocalized. “It’s just… Everyone here listens to me, heeds my warnings but when it comes to Y/N… she doesn’t listen to me. The only person on this ship I truly care about listening to me -hicc- doesn’t.” He furrowed his eyes at the cup of tea before looking up at the speechless men. “Wh-hicc-at?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Hirato spoke as he clamped a hand over Tsukitachi’s gaped mouth. “We should be on our way then.” He stood up and dragged Tsukitachi out of the room and into the hallway, leaving the confused drunk on the couch where he most likely will pass out on.
“Akari… our Akari has… feelings?” Tsukitachi spoke with both amazement and laughter.
“I had my hunches.” Hirato shrugged as he let go of the redhead. “And he’s not the only one who isn't consciously aware of it either.” He said as he spoke of you. You may not think Akari’s presence affects you in any way but Hirato has always been able to see right through your façade whether you knew it yourself or not. And the clear blush you had on your face when Akari was worrying so close to you? Yeah, that didn't go overlooked by your captain.
You stretched loudly as you fumbled out of bed and put your clothes on. You met up with Yogi and Iva awaiting your orders from a certain dark violet haired man. You kicked back and landed your feet on the table, allowing yourself to slump in the chair just seconds before your captain entered the room.
“Alright everyone, so thanks to Y/N’s digging we were able to…” He started to fade in your ears as you spaced out. Not really thinking about anything except your eyes focusing on a beautiful shade of pink on the bookshelf, it seemed like that color was always on your mind and you couldn’t shake it. Not since your first day boarding this ship. Anyway, Hirato’s voice pierced through your thoughts as he banged on the table. “Y/N, are you listening?”
“Oh, yes, yeah of course. Always.” You gave him a lazy smile and waited for him to tell you what exactly it is that you were doing.
“So, Tsukumo and Iva will check the outskirts of the forest and Yogi, Y/N and I will go in deeper to try and draw any of the Varuga’s out. Gareki and Nai, you both will be waiting by the airship. Okay, any questions?” He asked as he scanned his group. Gareki let out a groan and Nai poked him, Iva and Tsukumo both nodded while Yogi was excited that he was basically going to be on the front line. You, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. You just wanted to get there already and beat some Varuga’s senselessly since they were the ones who had murdered your entire family, just leaving you behind which will be unfortunate for them once you find them.
The ride on the airship to your destination burned you up inside. The waiting was so intense that the minutes felt like hours to you. Finally, as if it took you all 10 hours, the airship came to a stop and started to lower.
You stood up out of the chair as soon as you felt the ship start to descend. You didn’t want to wait for the others but the Hitsuji wouldn’t let you go out alone. ‘Those damn sheep.’ You cursed in your head. Once everyone was gathered at the door, your path was cleared and everyone made their way off the ship.
“Alright, Tsukumo, Iva, go on ahead.” Hirato’s voice rang with authority and the two went on their way. Gareki and Nai were accompanied by 4 Hitsuji as the base of the airship and you stood with Yogi and Hirato, reluctantly awaiting your orders to go in. “Okay, now, the three of us will start to go in as soon as Tsukumo and Iva come back from their first round. Then we’ll head in swiftly and quietly, keeping in the trees the best we can.” Hirato kept speaking out the orders and you nodded as well as Yogi and awaited the girls.
After about 10 minutes, they came back around and nodded at us to continue. Taking their cue, Hirato, Yogi and you headed into the forest, keeping above the ground and in the trees. You all bounced around from tree to tree making your way deeper and deeper.
Your skin started to crawl and the hairs on the back of your neck rose and you couldn’t help your feet dragging you off in a different direction than your group. You darted off to where you felt worry emanating from, hoping that your intuition was true. You could hear the quiet hollers coming from your captain but you couldn’t stop. You needed to find them and you knew they were there.
After a bit, you came across a cave and stayed in the trees, watching the entrance for any activity. “Come on, where are you?” You whispered under your breath and slightly wondered where Hirato and Yogi were. Sure, you were fast and all, but it shouldn't take long for the two of them to catch up to you. All of a sudden, you saw a ruffle coming from your peripheral. Your head snapped to where you saw movement and there he was… The bastard that you watched kill your entire family. You have had a plan of attack mapped out in your head for as long as you could remember but when you saw him it was like you lost all means of reason. Your vision became flooded with red as your blood began to boil, fingers twitching and curling into a fist while your nails dug into the palm of your hand. You jumped out of the tree you were in and unsheathed both of your daggers, bringing the thick blades down right next to the man.
He easily jumped out of the way and into the nearest tree as if he was already aware of your presence. “Well, hello there, little girl. You shouldn’t be wandering the forest all alone now, hmm.” His voice snaked through your veins, triggering the darkest memories that had homed itself in your brain. There was absolutely no doubt in your mind that it was him.
“I just figured I’d come and pay you a visit with this blade.” You gave him a cynical grin as you bounced off tree to tree and crouched down above him, both blades held tightly in your grasp.
“Pay a visit? Oh my. That’s right.” He sat above the cave, elbow on his knee as he examined you with a sly grin on his face. “My, my, how you’ve grown. Gone and joined the circus now have you?” He spoke, mockingly. "That jump you did early needs a bit of work, not sure if the audience would be awed over it."
“How about we skip the reintroduction and get to the part where I kill you?” Your voice spitting the words like venom and jumped up off the branch you knelt on. You brought your blades down, catching his cheek and drawing a bit of blood with the tip of one of them.
“Oooo hoo hoo.” He started to giggle. “That tickled.”
You kept raining down attacks on him, missing every time and you started to draw tired as your adrenaline began to plummet. “How about you stop moving. Thanks.” You threw him a smile and whipped one of your blades around and suddenly it became a rope that wrapped around his ankle.
“Aghk.” He gasped as you brought him upside down and began to fling him from tree to tree until you got attacked from the back. “Did you… -cough- really think that I of all people would be here alone?” He wiped a bit of blood off his lip as it formed into a devious smile.
There was another Varuga behind you, a bit bigger than the man you were fighting but that meant nothing to you. Your whip transformed back to your dagger as you used the other to gash the man’s arm. He hollered out in pain but once he was down, 6 more came out of the woodwork. “Shit.” You swore, readying yourself for more attacks. Everything was happening so quickly, you were getting attacked from every direction until someone knocked you off your feet and your back hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from your lungs.
"Back away." His voice ordered the Varuga and you watched him approach, kneel on one side of you and fisted the material of your shirt. He lifted you up and slammed you back into the ground. "It's pathetic how a tiny little orphan like you thinks they have anything against me."
Your vision went extremely hazy as your head knocked harshly on the dirt ground. You coughed loudly and furiously blinked your eyes as you struggled to gain your vision back. You saw something glint in the corner of your eye and felt cool metal tease at your throat and you knew that he was holding one of your blades against your neck. Putting some pressure down, you felt a sharp stinging as he drew blood from your neck while he chuckled dryly.
That, however, was the last thing you remembered before your body betrayed you and fell into the darkness.
-Some time later-
You lazily opened your eyes and was greeted by the familiar white of the infirmary. You don’t even remember what happened… One minute you were fighting the Varuga that killed your family, the next you’re here… sitting in Dr. Akari’s infirmary. “Goddammit!” You hissed a yell through your teeth as you hit the bed with your fists.
You heard the door open swiftly and there stood the pink haired doctor. “Are you okay?” His similar pink eyes scanned your body with worry tinted in his eyes.
You gritted your teeth before responding. “I-I’m fine. I just… don’t remember really wha-“
“It’s because you went against Hirato’s orders. He debriefed me on the situation. How many times have I told you that you need to be careful and to listen to… him.” He shook his head and was acting strangely now but there was a scold on his face.
Anger filled your veins as you slid yourself off the bed and honestly felt slightly wobbly but there was no way you were going to let Akari see that. “I’m careful enough, I haven’t gotten myself killed yet, have I?” You hissed. Funnily enough, even though you were a part of Circus which operates on orders, you don’t like listening to people.
“I don’t want to have to treat your wounds all the time.” Akari spoke out harshly.
“Ha.” You rolled your eyes at him. ‘Well… that was rude.’ You thought in your head as you started to walk by him. “Then stop treating me. I was so goddamn close." You hissed the last part as you brushed harshly past him.
“Hey.” He grabbed your hand, causing you to stumble to the side a bit, cursing at the fact that you still felt so weak. “That’s not what I meant it as…” His voice had lowered, his tone catching you off guard. You turned your head to him, looking in his peach eyes which held a small bit of sadness. “What I mean is… I don’t want to see you get hurt.” His eyes wandered all over your face, his grip on your hand loosening till your hand fell out of his own. "Besides, it doesn't matter how close you are if you can't defeat your enemy."
"What the hell do you know?!" You spit as your eyes widened with fury. "You sit here in your clean comfy room treating the ones who go out and put their lives on the line! What would you know about having your entire family slaughtered in cold blood right. in. front. of. your. eyes?"
"Y/-"
"SHUT UP! I'm sick of people telling me I can't do what I want! What if I want to go out there and risk my life for lousy revenge? What if I don't give a shit about the life I'm living right now because I have no family to care about?!" Your blood was boiling and tears were spilling from your eyes, your chest heaving as you breathed through gritted teeth.
You began to turn on your heel fast but your injury prevented that from being possible and your balance faltered. "Careful!" Akari quickly grabbed onto your arms to keep you from falling to the ground.
"Just leave me alone!" You tried pushing off his grip on your arms but he collapsed your back against his chest. “Now, why would you care?” You wriggled weakly in his arms, trying to keep your balance proper and to shake off any vulnerability you held.
His grip around your body tightened and he dropped his head against your shoulder, his hair brushing against your cheek and it made you go rigid. "I care more than you could ever know." He breathed out, his hot breath tickling your neck making your body heat up and shiver at the same time.
You blinked a few times, mouth open as you struggled to come out with any words. "I-"
"I understand what you're saying. It sucks not having family, and even more so to see them go right before your eyes. But... you have family aboard this ship. That insufferable captain you have along with the younger ones in your team. Everyone in Circus is one big family and just because you think it doesn't matter if you sacrifice your life doesn't mean it won't matter to everyone else." He nuzzled his face into your neck as he sighed, his voice wavering slightly at the end.
You stood still and silent, unsure of how to respond properly but you ended up twisting in your spot a bit. Akari reluctantly loosened his grip as you turned around, not backing away at all but wrapping your arms around his body instead. "I'm sorry." You whispered into his chest as you leaned into him, close to collapsing against his chest. "I just..." Your voice got softer, quieter as you could feel tears beginning to form.
Akari moved one of his hands to your head, his fingers feeling through strands of your hair. "It's fine. I just really hate seeing you come in unconscious one moment, covered in blood the next, with broken bones..." He let out a heavy sigh before backing away, keeping his hand on your head and he looked down at you.
You backed away as well, leaning back into one of his hands as you gazed up at him, pink beginning to tint the whites of your eyes as you held back your tears. "I was so close, Akari." Your eyes were glossed over with tears, filled with defeat.
He moved his hand, combing down your hair and his fingertips met your jaw, thumb tracing along your cheekbone. He rested his palm against your face, pulling you up ever so slightly to look at him better. "And I'm sorry you didn't get the results you were looking for. But Y/N, everyone here is on your side. If you just believed in us, we can help you. This isn't something you have to go through alone." He caressed your cheek, sending warm waves through your body, your chest tightening with his actions and words.
You sniffled, eyes still looking into his while you leaned into his touch. "You're being so nice." You ended your words with a small chuckle, feeling a blush set in when you realized just how close your faces were to each other.
You didn't miss the pink on his cheeks rising while his eyes started to dart around your face. "I'm just glad you're okay." His eyes searched yours for a moment, then he leaned into you while pulling up your face. His lips covering yours quickly but ever so gently and the feeling of Akari’s lips against yours made your stomach flip.
Your eyes were still open but they started to flutter shut as Akari delicately moved his lips against your own. The kiss felt needy but calming at the same time and you reached up to grab onto his purple necktie, pulling his body in closer to yours. You’ve never realized how much you’ve wanted to do this till you felt yourself drowning in his lips, intoxicated by the scent of his cologne and the way he held onto your body.
With your emotions beginning to feel overwhelming, tears began to flow down your cheeks and your lips began to tremble, something Akari didn't miss, especially the way your chest and arms started to shake. He backed away, cold air brushing over your damp lips and he dragged his thumb underneath your eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start crying, I just—" You brought your hands up to your face, wiping away the tears that didn't seem to stop falling. "I felt as if my heart was going to explode."
Light laughter filled your ears and you brought your gaze with furrowed eyebrows up to the man in front of you. He shook his head, placing his forehead against yours. "You never cease to surprise me." You cocked your head, brows still knit together. "You were so furious earlier and now you're crying because of a kiss."
"H-hey, I-I'm not just crying because you kissed me. All my emotions are just- they're just- I'm just getting overwhelmed!" You looked down, your face as well as the tips of your ears red and you kicked his toe with yours.
"And now here you go kicking me." He continued to laugh, his thumb drawing tiny circles against your cheekbone.
"You're saying I'm surprising you but here you are kissing me! Acting like a completely different person!" You huffed and looked up at him with a small pout.
"I've always been different around you." His gaze made your heart race. "Why do you think I get so mad when you're brought in here with injuries?" His hand went to caress your hair again, bringing his fingers through strands of your hair before resting it back on your face.
"Akari..." You breathed his name and your tears began to dry as you inched closer to him. Your mind was running with thoughts of the pink haired man, processing his words, actions and just everything this man did. You understood why he said he didn't want to treat you. "I'll try my best not to get hurt anymore."
"You're definitely going to keep getting hurt." He said matter-of-factly, tightening his grip slightly against your cheek. "There's no way something won't happen when you hunt for the Varuga, but try your best to not jump into meaningless fights. Especially the types you ignore Hirato and go out of your way for."
You nodded your head, wanting to collapse into his chest but he had other ideas. He lifted your head and connected your lips once again but this time he traced his tongue along your bottom lip. You smiled slightly as your heart began to flutter at the feel of his tongue and you opened your lips a bit allowing him to explore your mouth. His tongue felt its way around your mouth and his hands sprawled against your back as he pulled you in as close as possible. Your arms had snaked around his neck and you both passionately deepened the kiss, backing away for the shortest breaths ever.
Your knees had begun to weaken and your brain started getting fuzzy as you began to feel light-headed. Akari once again noticed and he backed away, keeping his hold on you. “You are so stubborn.” He laughed and a new playful look danced across his face and you just shrugged.
Everyone knew you were stubborn.
His arm stayed around your waist to keep you upright and he started walking you backwards to the bed. You felt the edge right behind your knees, causing you to sit down on the mattress. You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully, laughing slightly as you gave in to resting on the bed.
He ended up giving you a shy smile and knelt on the ground before you, his hand was caressing one of your cheeks. You were slightly shocked at what you were feeling, but you know what? You didn’t mind, you didn’t mind the feeling one bit. “Now, lay down and rest please. I want you better.” He placed a small kiss upon your lips and you laid backwards, listening to the doctor’s orders for once. “I’ll come back in a bit to check up on you.”
“You know what to do if I don’t wake up right?” You smirked as you watched the pink head walk away.
“Of course I do, sleeping beauty.” He gave you a smile before exiting the room and closed the door behind him. He left you with your nose twitching as you felt your lips with your fingers, swimming in giddy thoughts of what's developed between the two of you.
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this masterlist contains works for the following:
demon slayer, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, blue lock, kaiju no. 8, bakuten, tokyo ghoul, kuroshitsuji, kamisama kiss, saiki k, noragami, daiya no ace, fire force, fruits basket, magi, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, k project, high rise invasion, katekyo hitman reborn, dragon ball z, & d grayman
okay i THINK i have everyone down who wanted to join the bftd collab so far !!! (if i missed you somehow please let me know!! <3)
i'm gonna fix the masterlist and group more fandoms together because it's a mess but i wanted to just get everyone's name down as quickly as possible hahahaa
