a / n : this includes diego, rig, brad, eliot, hayate, ryu hayabusa, jann lee, bayman, bass! (i didnt include gen fu, leon, or zack cs!! gen fu for obvi reasons, im not sexually attracted to leon or zack!) ENJOY!
Rig - Backshots.
Pumpin’ good and deep, like a real man should.
His palms dig into your waist, pulling your ass flat against his thick thighs. He sucks in a tight breath– his thick cock drilling into your soaked cunt. “Fuuuck,” he sighs out, one of his hands going into your hair to pull your body flush against his warm chest. Your moans are music to his ears, your ass rippling against his pelvis perfectly. You sob out his name, feeling his bicep wrap neatly around your throat, your nails digging into his skin as he continuously pounds into you.
“Feel so fuckin’ good,” he groans out, licking a long stripe up your neck and to your ear, tenderly sucking on your lobe, “Takin’ me so deep..” he sighs into your ear as he palms your stomach. “Want me t’feel ya up? Yeah?” you nod stupidly to his question, drool slipping down your lips, and he nuzzles against your neck, “Yeah.”
Diego - Cowgirl.
Keep it bouncin’ for me, ma.
“There ya go, baby, use my dick– uh-huh,” he moans out, one of his hands sinking into the fat of your ass as his other squeezes your breast. Your hands are splayed across his pecs, squeezing at his nipples as you bounce on his cock, the tip nudging perfectly against your g-spot as your clit grinds against his pelvis. “Mmhh, fuck,” you whine out, feeling him fuck up into your soaked cunt, filling the room with loud plaps and squelching.
“Feels sooo good, Diego..” you huff through open lips, feeling his body lean up to press his lips against your’s groaning into your mouth as he spreads your cheeks with both hands, pounding into your welcoming pussy. He hisses against your lips, sweat sticking to your forehead as he sucks in a tight breath, “G’nna cum, mama.” he sighs against your lips, feeling you whine and writhe, “Please, cum for me– inside, fuck..”
Eliot - Missionary
Good boys give good dick.
“Ahh.. you’re so bad..” he hisses out, watching as you rub your own clit, your other hand squeezing and pulling at your own nipples as he fucks into your cunt. His hands are tight around your ankles as his blonde hair sticks to his skin, swallowing big gulps of spit.
“You fuck me sooo good, El.” you moan out sweetly, watching as his eyes roll back into his skull his hips stuttering for a moment. “You– You’re gonna drive me insane,” he whines out, leaning forward toward your face. He sticks in tongue out, and you reciprocate, licking at his tongue as he drives his cock deeper into you.
Brad Wong - Sixty - Nine
Give an old dog his food, would ya?
You choke around his cock, the tip causing you to gag as it repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Your palms are flat against his thick thighs, squeezing at the muscle and fat on his legs as he licks at your pussy and ass. He has an arm around your thighs, holding you flat against his face as his other arm rests atop your back, his hand holding your ass cheek to side as his thumb rests on your tight quivering hole.
Your juices run down his chin as you let out loud ‘gwak, gwak,’ sounds around the base of his cock as he drags his cock down your throat. His nose nudges against your asshole before he finally drags his tongue upward to the little attention whore herself, licking circles around her before sucking on her.
“Taste so good.. And takin’ my cock so well..? Mhhh..Knew ya were my kinda girl..”
Bass Armstrong - Mating Press
Breeding bull.
“Fuck!” you shriek, hands quivering atop your head as he forces his cock into you. His thick thighs are practically crushing you into a folding position– muscular arms atop your head, gripping the headboard as he roughly bullies his swollen cock into your cunt, making you swallow all of him whole. “It’s– fuck– You’re cock is too big!” you whine, squirming as your cunt convulses around his length, literally trying to push him out.
“Nuh-uh,” he huffs out, big arms now pressing against the wall as he moves closer, knocking your poor head against the headboard, “No use lyin’ now– You love it, so no runnin’.” he groans outs, moving one of his hands to lift your hips as he plants one of his feet on the bed, fucking into you at a new angle. Your eyes cross as he leans down and places multiple kisses on your open mouth, “Gonna breed ya reeeaalll, good.” he moans against your lips.
Bayman - Reverse Cowgirl
Hand(s)y man.
His hands are on your ass, promptly squeezing and spreading them apart so he can watch you pussy swallowing his cock deep inside and the soft quiver of your asshole from the pleasure. He groans loudly, bucking his hips upwards as you let out a particularly loud whine. You grind your hips forward, then in a half circle before rising your hips and slamming back down onto his big cock.
“Ahh– fuck, I won’t last..” he hums out, giving you a rewarding smack on the ass. Your hand reaches down to play with his heavy balls as he moans out, lifting your ass up with his hands to manually fuck you on his cock like his own personal fleshlight.
Jann Lee - Whichever position he can make you scream the loudest.
Or shut you up with the fastest.
“You wanted to argue, right?” he hisses out, snapping his hips forward as his hand holds a fistful of your hair, your face pressed roughly against the pillows. “You wanna scream at me all day, yet you can’t say shit now, huh?” he barks out, his cock drilling holes through you. You’re scared he might fuck you your pussy in half, the sheets below you are soaked with drying cum and squirt as a frothy ring of cream stays glued to base of his cock, thick droplets of cream running down his heavy balls before they slap against your sticky swollen clit.
“Jann–” you gasp out and he slaps roughly against your ass, “What?” he says even rougher, “Too much? Too big? Well, too fuckin’ bad, cause you’re gonna take this cock,” he finally releases your hair and sinks his fingers into the fat of your hips, so tight that it’s definitely going to bruise in the morning, “and you aren’t gonna say shit about it.” he pushes so deep that it hurts, his cock fucking against your cervix– bruising it, as a tasteful reminder that fighting Jann Lee probably wasn’t the brightest idea, but it definitely is the best feeling in the world.
“Fuckin’ slut drooling all over the place, makin’ a mess on me..” he sighs out, “I’ll fill this slutty pussy up again and again ‘til I’m finished.”
Hayate - Non-applicable
Wouldn’t choose, but I know it’s probably backshots.
“H-Hayate– I, I can’t–” you whine out, legs giving out beneath you but Hayate holds you straight up against his waist. His cock fucks into you so deep it hurts, bruising your cervix as he drains his cock for the umpteenth time. “Fuck.. I–” he sucks in a tight breath, it sounds like he’s hurt as he leans over grunting, forehead stuck to the back of your shoulder, “Can’t stop– too good,,” he whines, voice cracking as he thrusts back in.
You nearly shriek from the overstimulation, feeling full in so many ways. His swollen cock rubs every spot inside of your mushy cunt, a thick ring of cum around the base of his cock as it drips in thick globs down his balls, “Fuu-uuhh–ck..” he whines, nuzzling deeper against your shoulder, “Please, please.. So good, so good..” he groans out.
“Do–n’t,, fuck– can’t– stop..”
Ryu Hayabusa - Non-applicable
Said any position where he can hear you clearly.
He has your face pressed against the table, papers on the ground and the rest of the fine china shaking as he fucks into you. He’s still in his ninja outfit, skintight against his skin besides his large cock and balls slapping into you at a rough pace. Ryu’s hand sinks into your hair to pull your head up, letting your voice echo throughout the empty room as he steadies himself on the table.
“Teasing me..” he huffs out, a bit muffled through his mask, “All day, before my missions?” he questions, knowing that you can’t respond because of just how hard he’s fucking you. “What a bad– fuck, girl.” he laughs out, reaching underneath your body to pull at your nipple and pinch it between his exposed fingers. You’re cursing and screaming in silent puffs of air as you cum for the fourth time before he even reaches his finish.
“Take my dick– like you wanted, correct? Swallow him whole. Eat it up– good fucking girl.”
Your eyes cross as you whine out his name loudly, legs wobbling together as you squirt onto the floor only for him to keep going, fucking you through all your silly spasms. He yanks you back roughly, leaning body back as well, some of the fine china getting knocked over as he wraps his forearm around your neck and his other around your stomach, trapping you as he onslaughts your cunt. His mouth is right beside your ear, “Gonna cum so deep inside you that you’ll be feeling it slide out for fucking weeks, understand me?” he growls against you and you nod feverishly.
“Good girl.”
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hayate &audition w "get inside before you freeze to death.." !! and congrats!!!
──────── hot cocoa winter ⋆｡˚
“get inside before you freeze to death.”
p. hayate x gn!reader g. fluff n. omg i found this at the bottom of my drafts, it’s spring now but i hope you’ll still enjoy this anon
it's a bitterly cold winter evening, and you're walking home from work, bundled up in your warmest coat and gloves. the wind is hurting your cheeks, and you can feel the cold weather through your shoes. you shiver involuntarily as you slowly walk down the street.
as you turn a corner, you suddenly see a figure approaching you. it's hayate, your friend from school. he's wearing a thick coat and a beanie, and he looks like he's been out in the cold for a while.
"hey, what are you doing out here?" he asks with a small smile on his face.
"just walking home," you reply through chattering teeth. "i'm almost there, don't worry."
hayate laughs and shakes his head. "no way, you're going to freeze to death out here. let’s go into this café.”
you hesitate for a moment, but the thought of stopping for a moment is too tempting. "okay, let’s go." you say, following him into the cafe.
as you take a seat, hayate starts to chat about the dance club he is in. you can't help but smile at his enthusiasm.
“we’d like two hot cocoa, please." he says casually, before turning back to you. you don’t even get a chance to tell him that you don’t want anything.
“i will pay for it, it’s no big deal.” hayate tells you when he sees the look on your face. you nod gratefully, sinking into the soft cushions of the chair.
a few minutes later, the waiter comes back with two mugs of steaming cocoa.
"here you go," hayate says, handing one to you. "drink up before it gets cold."
“it’s super hot,” you scrunch your face at the temperature. hayate chuckles, and apologises for making you drink it immediately.
after a little bit of chatting, hayate looks outside of the window. the sun is beginning to set and the street lights are on.
"hey, it's getting late," hayate says, glancing at the clock. "you should probably head back before it gets too late."
you nod, realizing that you've lost track of time. "yeah, i should. thanks again, hayate."
"it’s no problem" he says, standing up as well. "get inside soon before you freeze to death out there."
you laugh, feeling a warmth in your heart that has nothing to do with the hot cocoa. as you step out into the cold night once again, you know that you'll always remember this winter evening with hayate.
a / n : THIS IS COMMISSIONED WORK BY THE LOVEEELLY , @pragmacide ! as always, heed the tags and enjoyyy. do not repost this anywhere unless u are the commissioner! thx :3c
❀ Tags : hayate is being weird x100 , stalking , framing , lying , hayate acting like a bitch but its ok bcs hes fine shyt , smut but its not very descriptive , 3.5k words ! darkfic**
He's slow, steady. Movement similar to that of a hunting predator. He doesn't have a reason to be overwhelmed with processing his thoughts on this train, but he is. MIST, it rings, hurts his head. Drives him insane.
His head is low, lips pursed into a thin line as he stands completely still by one of the doors, not bothering to hold onto the handle. There's an amount of information entering his head that nobody could keep up with but him.
Slow, soft blinks. No hint of exhaustion or sleep behind them, it's just slow. Practiced. Like he has to remind himself to act like a human.
He remembers to breathe, slowly out his nose before back into his lungs; breathing in the air of the now stopping train. Routine.
The doors slide open with a soft, tsss, he exits amongst the crowd. Unnoticed, unnecessary to be noticed. Light steps bring him to the stairs that drag down from the station.
Eyes lowered to the floor, he halts, listening again.
Unnoticed, unnecessary.
"Oh! Sorry! Shit, my bad."
Noticed, necessary.
He turns around with a soft huff; remembering to be human.
"No, it's okay," he says, a little hushed as he brushes himself off; human enough. He's so preoccupied that when he looks up, he notices.
You.
Like an ancient flower that had been gone for years, until finally shown again. To him. You're beautiful, like an ocean rippling; no, like the sun glistening on a hot summer day.
No, like a meadow bristling in the wind.
Still no. Your beauty makes everything else ugly and dull.
"No, it's okay, honestly! I should've been looking where I was walking," you laugh out, awkwardly.
You wave your hand at him and simply disperse.
But he can't. The past long forgotten as he follows. Silently, unnoticeable. You work at an unimportant venue, somewhere that you wouldn't be needed. He stays for your whole shift. By the window, a soft smile on his lips as you wonder why the wind is blowing so violently.
It's nighttime when you finish, and he follows you home. Enjoys your company, shares a night snack with you– all the while you never know he's there. The wind dances around you, coating your hair before effortlessly picking it up and tossing it in many directions.
All pointed at him.
Your eyes are squinted when you turn around, swearing that you…heard something. He made it extremely obvious, thick steps, loud breathing, clothes rustling. Yet, you don’t notice.
You shake it off, slinking yourself back into your lonely little apartment. He watches you undress, shower, brush your teeth, and slink into bed. The hot air breathes in through the open window as he climbs in. No sound, no evidence that he’s there.
He leans over your body, staring.
Your breathing is steady, peace overwhelming your senses as you doze off. His hand drags over your body, tempting to touch but never quite making it. Fingertips brush over the apple of your cheek.
“Do you like that?”
You lean into him, just like the lost kitten you are.
“You do. Of course, you do.”
You huff softly in your sleep, your eyebrows tightly furrowed as you blink awake. You find the window open, the breeze roughly blowing in– it takes you a moment to get up to shut it. When you lie back down, he stares from the corner you haven’t looked at.
The next day goes on.
Routinely. You get up, brush teeth, wash, get dressed, and head off to work.
You could easily get kidnapped between this routine, for example; You get up, he presses his hand to your face, and watches you lose consciousness. Two, as you walk into the bathroom, he sneaks up behind you and, once again, watches you lose consciousness.
But he doesn’t, doesn’t kidnap you or do anything to harm your delicate petals of life. He shouldn’t be here, he knows, but he can’t stop just yet. Not when he peeks over your shoulder and sees your name splayed across your phone screen.
It’s your boss, it seems.
Someone had quit the job, and now you're taking over their shifts. He hears the way your breath falls out of your lungs in a long, exasperated sigh. Oh, you must not enjoy that. He swallows down your distaste, harboring it in his own stomach. Although, your life seems awfully mundane.
You live like a common civilian, no signs of training, interest in fighting or even any worth mentioning skills. Just a common woman who goes to work and comes home. You get a text from a family member and he holds back a tiny laugh.
Only your family and boss message you.
As the day drags on, running further and further. He lets his mind wander, lets it run in circles as he pictures you lying comfortably in his bed when he arrives home, nose stuffed into a book he recommended for you. Your ass is perked up, waiting for him. Wouldn’t that be nice?
For such a normal, uninteresting person like you. It would be a blessing for him to remove you from this world and into his. Perhaps he’d have you join Ayane’s sect, Hajinmon, so you could plead your loyalty to him. Although the animalistic fiend in him urges him to have you in his own sect, that way he could own you as well.
You’d be a lower shinobi, the lowest of the low, and he could train you. Or rather, keep you locked up within the village, a mother figure to the rest of the shinobi. He would enjoy the last thought more than usual.
That’s when he decides it. He will be the one to save you, he will take the responsibility of rescuing you from this mundane hell. The weeks pass with no substantial meaning. You have days off where you watch TV or make yourself food in the kitchen.
He annoyingly opens the windows as you cook, forcing his own breeze to cool down your food before you can eat it. You shut the window with a loud huff, muttering to yourself about how you thought you had closed it.
When you doze off, he opens it again. Crawling back in, like a panther on a tree. He moves around the kitchen, figuring out how to work your stove and oven. He opens your fridge, examines all the expiry dates and all the foods that are stacked up. There’s a mental reminder in his head that remembers which foods you seem to like. The footsteps lead into the living room, his eyes scattering across the room to drink in the decor and colors that seem to be reappearing.
Once he remembers it all, he makes his way into your bathroom. Opening your shampoo, soap, conditioner, all of it. He lets it waft into his nose as he memorizes it, thoughts of you showering with it enters through his cranium, dancing across the pleasure neurons in his brain. The water glides across your hair, down your face, and through the crevices of your neck. He pictures the water dancing delicately down your chest, then the droplets curving into your belly button before making its beautiful dance down your legs and to the bottom of the tub.
Goosebumps build on his arms as he squirts some of your body lotion onto his hand, bringing it to his nose. He inhales it, gulping down its scent until it hits his core.
“...So good..” he manages out, using his thumb to remove his glove on his other hand. The lotion sinks into his skin when he rubs it in. Letting the skin soak it all in, slowly; circling it as it dissolves. He presses his palm against his face once it all dissolves, holding it to his face as he makes his way back into your bedroom.
He grabs your phone from your bedside, opening it the way he memorized. He clicks on the first name, your family member. Not bothering to send a message, he opens your images to find a damning one. Nudes, anything that would make them disgusted with you.
He finds nothing.
Opting for a more, easier way. He sets the phone down, taking out the dagger he always carries with him and cuts a wound into his own arm. No wincing, no hissing. Then smears it effortlessly around your bathroom tub. Snaps a picture with a phone, entering the message, ‘I’ve done it. Don’t come to find me,’ with a the next photo of the knife within it.
He sends it.
Cleans the tub and leaves no evidence.
Deletes their contacts and blocks their numbers. He then goes to your boss’ contact, entering awfully risque messages to him about how badly you love him and wish to bear his child, as he makes his way back into the bedroom. Fingers dip beneath your shirt, carefully raising it to reveal your breasts.
Snaps a photo, sends it to your boss. Deletes the contact soon after, and removes the texting app from your phone.
Before leaving, he allows himself a long glance at your chest, staring at your areolae then down your stomach. Carefully, he places your shirt back on.
Hayate sucks in a tight breath as he stands by the edge of your bed, hands slightly shaking. He brings a large grin to his face as he imagines how happy you’ll be within the Mugen Tenshin. How you can finally bring some meaning to your life. His cock swells, aching painfully within his pants. Twitching against the fabric.
He palms it. Relieving some of the desperate ache before releasing it from the restraints. The home is empty, no sounds except your sounds of sleep.
That’s enough to spur him on.
His hand wraps around the base, jerking it to the tip slowly as he hunches over. His hips push forward, fucking himself on his own hand as he watches you sleep. It’s erotic, it’s perfect, and it drives him toward the edge of insanity. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers, letting his tongue lick at his lips before roughly biting down on it to silence himself, “You’re going to be mine– all mine–”
Soon, he cums with hushed groans. The next morning you awake, doing your routine. You decide to go get some coffee, since you feel awfully tired. You make your way into the nearest coffee shop, ordering. As you do, someone taps you on your shoulder.
“Oh!” you turn around noticing that man you bumped into a few weeks ago at the train station. He has a sweet smile on his face, “Hi, I know this is weird, but– can I buy your drink? I feel awful for when he bumped into each other that day.”
You laugh softly, “Um, it was really my fault so I should be buying your drink.”
He shakes his head no, still smiling softly. He seems so sweet, brown hair framing his face perfectly. Hayate had changed his outfit to the mundane outfits the city expects everyone to wear. You step aside as he steps in front of you, pressing his credit card against the pay machine, paying for your drink before ordering his.
“My name is Hayate, by the way,” you nod and reciprocate by telling him yours, “Would you like to stay and drink with me?”
You scrunch up your nose and check the time, thirty-five minutes before your shift. Just like he planned. Confidently, you agree. Opting for a seat by the window.
You talk and talk. Everything you like he likes, everything that’s your favorite is his. He makes you feel important by tentatively listening and asking questions about you rather than talking about himself. This must be the MEET-CUTE all the movies explain.
“My work starts soon, I should get going,” you explain, as he stands up.
“Aww, really? I can walk you there, mine doesn’t start until later,” he says, sounding human enough.
You smile and nod, “That would be great!”
You don’t know that he’s walking you there to guide you by the police, assuring they don’t notice you just in case your parents called about you last night or even this morning when they woke up.
Once you arrive, you wave him goodbye and enter.
He stays by the snack store nearby, waiting for you.
Once you arrive, your boss immediately approaches you before you can even clock in. He’s furious, eyebrows tightly knitted as he looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
“My wife saw your messages.”
You’re taken aback, confused, “What messages?”
He laughs, “What messages?! You’re kidding me! Get out of here, you’re fired!”
You plead, beg to keep your ‘civie’ job, obviously to no avail. Once you exit, tears are stuck to your face as you shakily make your way to the snack store, trying to keep your only sense of routine. When you see Hayate, he turns like a robot with his eyes squinted. You don’t notice that’s not human enough.
“Are you okay?” he asks, feigning worry, you shake your head no, and he guides you outside before giving you a tight hug. You sob into him, wondering why your family hadn’t messaged you yet. You assume it’s just because everyone decided to hate you today. You mumble, ramble about how you’ve done nothing wrong. How everything feels like the earth suddenly decided you’re it’s number one enemy.
You stay in touch for 2 more months, and he makes sure every time the cops come to check your house, you’re either at his, or on a date with him. When you mention deciding to get another job since you don’t want to mooch off of his money, that’s when he brings it up.
‘Why don’t we go on vacation before that? You could use the escape, then once we come back you’ll get a job.’
Luckily, since you’re gullible to hot, sexy brunettes, you agree.
The trip is long, he sits beside you on the plane. Sharing snacks, music, shows, and lets you nap on his shoulder. Once you arrive, the hike is long, but he carries you when your legs get tired. You giggle into his ears, “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel like a princess,” he huffs out a soft laugh in response, “Do I now? You are a princess to me,” he hums out. You reciprocate by placing a soft kiss on his cheek, unbeknownst to you; his eyes roll back into his head as he holds in a low groan.
You’ll be the death of him.
The village is large, lively. Hayate told them beforehand not to acknowledge him when he arrives, just so you don’t get too overwhelmed. Thick steps carry him over to where he resides, and he sets you down; letting you remove your shoes.
“This place is really nice, I’m surprised I never heard of it,” you say as you look around at your surroundings, enjoying the nice breeze.
“It runs in my family,” he whispers, letting his arm cling around your waist as you enter his bedroom, setting down your supplies, “That’s cool,” you reply.
“So! Wait,” you start, splaying your body across his bed as he removes his jacket, tilting his head like a big panther.
“You live here? Or, you lived here when you were young?” your face twists softly in confusion, trying to figure out what exactly is his mystery living condition.
He laughs, tossing his jacket to the side before crossing his big arms across his chest. You gawk for a bit, letting yourself drink in all of his muscles.
“I live here. This is my home, passed down from my father; I visit the city for trips.” he explains to you, it sounds normal enough; and luckily, you take it as normal. After a long chat, Hayate crawls into bed with you, curling his hand around your face as you melt into him.
He’s got you here, finally. After all these months of tribulation and being away from you, he’s got you underneath him, in his bed, in the village. “You wouldn’t have to get a job if you stayed and moved in with me,” he hums out, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.
Your chest knocks against his when you laugh, “Sounds like you’re trying to kidnap me,” you whine, arms wrapping around his large torso. He makes a sound of acknowledgement, pressing soft kisses against your neck.
You two are close enough for small touches of love. It’s the beginning of your relationship, he’s asked you out already and you reciprocated; so luckily he doesn’t have to be pathetic in order to have you clung to him like a leech. You do it willingly.
“What if I want to kidnap you? The city is terrible for a woman like you,”
“What?” you respond, pulling away from him to look at him. For a moment he feels like he said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Was it too soon? Are you going to run away from him? You better not.
“I mean, you’re not wrong,” you whisper, memories of your past hardships reappearing as you imagine staying in the city, “My boss probably blacklisted me.” you manage out, a weak smile appearing on your lips.
His eyes are full when he stares, examining your face. He watches as the tears well up in your eyes as you remember your parents never reaching out ever again for some odd reason. You huff as you place your hands on his shoulders and he waits for an answer.
“We don’t use phones here, but if you want to watch a show or something, I’ll allow it.”
You giggle at that, placing your forehead on his, “Allow it? Do you own this place? Bigshot.” you jest, and he makes a soft face that makes you feel like your guess is correct.
You say, I will think about it. So he does too, all day. When you both relax in the hot springs, he thinks about the whole time. When you curl into his side, bare skin pressing against his; he lets his mind waver for a bit. The day goes on without a hitch, perfectly. Snacks throughout the day, watching the sunset, and then counting the stars.
You lie in his bed, playing with his hand as you lay against his arm, breathing slowly.
“I think,” you start.
“Mm?” he responds, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll stay here, with you.” you nod against his skin, kneeling deeper and deeper into his skin. He presses more kisses to your head, delightfully surprised when you look at him with those beautiful eyes. You lean in to kiss him first.
He reciprocates in the least human way possible. The free hand behind your head, clutches your cranium and pushes you flat against his face as he kisses you. You don’t push or pull away, knowing he was strange to begin with; he just doesn’t want to admit that you know already.
You pull back with a soft huff, and he releases you.
“I want to eat you.” it’s wavering, his facade. He’s becoming the Hayate he never wished to portray; the Hayate that reminds himself how to live, how to move like a human and not a ninja. You place your hands on his cheeks amply, letting the warmth of your hands soak into his skin.
“You’ll have time,” you reply, not questioning. You allow it.
He lets out a soft whine, a pitched sound that mimics the sound of a wounded animal as he clings to you. Large arms stuck to your waist, pulling you flat against his chest. Where you belong, flat against him forever, connected to him and not to the worthless city life that you had lived before.
“You’re not leaving,” he whispers against your hair, and you squirm slightly. He doesn’t let you budge, “I love you, I love you,” he repeats, huffing your scent into his nose.
There’s soft silence in the room before you mumble it right back into his chest, against where his heart resides, “I love you too..”
It feels like he’s swallowing down the smoothest tea. Like the moon is shining down on him despite the darkness he contains. He holds you tightly, engraving his scent onto your body and letting your nails scratch at him through the strength he portrays.
He drives his body on-top of you, letting your soul enrapture his as he drives it deeper and deeper inside of you. There’s huffing, loud groaning, and your whines are loud to match. His skin is melting against yours. Tongue licking at your mouth as you reach where he forced your body to. The words exit again.
I love you.
He huffs loudly, eyes glued to your face as it twists further. Your face convulsing in satisfaction, nails digging into his back as a constant reminder he’s gotten you to rely solely on him.
“Ngh..!” he lets out, hunching over as he reaches the rough finish line of his own body’s.
Your breathing form into one string as he breathes into your mouth.
You’ll never be away from his side, and he’s relishing in the fact that he has finally rescued you from the mundane life you lived without him.
Noticed, and necessary.
ty again for commissioning me !! i truly trulllyyy appreciate it and am down for any other commission ideas u have >:3c . i hope this encapsulates ur fic idea well ><
When you have a dream about something you haven't thought about in years, and it goes sad (angst) quick.
Anyone remember Prétear?
Dream appeared to be post-story/kind of in epilogue, but Hayate and Himeno weren't dating. They were spending A LOT of time together though.
Enter random character that Hayate was apparently in a relationship with. If anyone wants to take this and use it, they can make it an OC or reader insert. 🤷🏼♀️ She had been waiting for Hayate for a while, but he had forgotten they were supposed to meet up. And this had been happening a lot lately.
She heads off and later sees Hayate with Himeno in a park, sitting on a bench together. They're talking and smiling, and he's completely lost track of time and forgotten he had plans (again).
She does "confront" him at that point, but it's more she steps into view. He sees her and asks what she's doing there, and she tells him she had been waiting for him for their date but he didn't show up or answer his phone when she tried to text or call him.
He thinks she's exaggerating for a second as he pulls his phone out, but then he sees the time, the messages/missed call(s), and the amount of battery life his phone still has.
Hayate apologizes and tells her he lost track of time. Himeno may join in, or she may not feel it's her place to get (more) in the middle. Hayate's phone then dies, and Himeno offers to help because she has a charger. They get a bit distracted with that, so they don't notice OC/reader quietly approaching and leaving the ring Hayate gave her beside him before hurrying away. She feels hurt/ heartbroken.
Hayate does look back up and notices she's gone. He looks around, and his hand brushes against the ring. He feels some dread and pockets it as he tries to locate her. Himeno does try to help.
Eventually, she breaks and becomes either something like the Princess of Disaster, some new kind of enemy, or a source of power for a new foe. The new enemy then goes off to gather new allies/henchmen/etc.
Later, Himeno and the Leafe Knights witness the "birth" of a new villain/general, and this general vows loyalty to their new queen. They have no idea who this new queen is. I think at some point that she is revealed, which leads Hayate into depression/more angst.
(Also had a minor crossover with other characters in other media being controlled/taken over/convinced somehow to join her (new villain). And one of these was Wally West? Which then lead to some of the Bats appearing, including Nightwing, and Wally snapping for the "Joker" to back off before he transformed.
This little crossover bit can be deleted/skipped entirely.)
I think the dream ended around this point, but it would be nice if it ended happily somehow?
*If anyone wants to use this, please let me know first.
