To them you are the most divine holy relic. No other person or object could outshine your heavenly glow. Big doey eyes price their twisted existence. Your hands that were created to heal the cruelest lacerations caress their scared skin, as if attempt to heal what is still bleeding inside.
They want to breathe you in, to burry themselves into your core. Endless years of fighting has left them always on edge and on the defensive. Yet with you all of the endless dread slips away. Are you truly that powerful? Or are you simply a justified and kind soul? Both at once once? Oh, but does it truly matter?
"Stay." They whisper while burrying their face into your shoulder. "Please...never leave."
"Why would I leave?" Your arms wrap around their torso tightly. To pull them in closer to your light and away from the darkness of battle.
They do not reply. Unspoken truths of the life they lead already scream out for them. Deep down, they know being with you. Loving you in the open will only cause pain. That someone will surely steal your divine light away or, worse, send you back to the source of it.
Yet they will never let you go.
* Shigaraki, Dabi, Vergil, Greed, Hidan, Pain Stein, Lotor, Ike
A/N: I lowkey struggled with this because I was still sad from the news of his graduation, but I hope it turned out well as my final post for him! Take care Ikey, and I hope you’ll be happy wherever you are!
Plot: He’s only a letter away.
Format: One Shot
Genre(s): hurt/comfort, angst, fluff
Disclaimer/Warning: this is a work of fiction, please don’t take anything written seriously; some grammatical/spelling errors, slightly ooc Ike, tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible
Pairing: Ike Eveland x GN!Reader, can be read as platonic or romantic
A new day has dawned, but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows like usual. Instead, everything was dull and grey. Your world of color, gone. Waking up never felt so numbing until now, but you got up and tried to go on with your day as best you could. You can even imagine a certain someone’s voice in your head nagging you.
Coming out of your room, you were met with a quiet apartment. Has it always been this quiet? You weren’t sure. Sighing to yourself, you walked to your kitchen in hopes of making something to eat and a cup of coffee, desperately. (Or tea, whatever you prefer)
Bacon, eggs and toast sounded good so that’s what you made. As you sat down at the table, your phone vibrated. Peeking at the screen, your lips pursed into a line as you scanned the message. The screen dimmed and the message was gone.
“It’s tomorrow, huh…” Saying the words out loud made you sad again, quickly shaking your head. “No, I shouldn’t be sad. It’s his decision.” Taking your fork, you chowed down on your food.
Some time has passed and now you’re sitting in front of a piece of paper with a pen in hand. It’s been some time since you wrote a letter to someone, much less to someone who you never actually met, but it’s the thought that counts right? Tapping the pen against your lips, you thought hard on what to write.
Before you knew it, your hand moved and words were being printed on the paper in front of you. By the time you finished, the page was filled with words you had wished to tell him for a long time. Rereading the paper once more, you deemed it worthy and quickly scavenged for an envelope lying around somewhere.
When you arrived at the post office to send it, you suddenly felt nervous when it was close to your turn. Gripping the envelope in your hands, you subtly flinched when it was your turn in line. Upon approaching the person behind the counter, they gave you a kind smile in greeting. Returning the smile, you showed the envelope you wanted to send out.
They took it from you and took a quick glance at the name and address. “Your boyfriend?”
Heat pricked your cheeks as their words made your heart skipped a beat. “N-No…a friend.” They didn’t seem to believe you but didn’t pry any further. After scanning and pressing a stamp on, you paid the fee for delivery and left.
For the rest of the day, you constantly thought about what he would think about your letter when it arrives. You weren’t expecting a response either, so when a letter addressed to you under a different name had arrived—who could’ve sent it?
Hello! You probably didn’t expect this but I felt the need to reply to your letter. It means alot to me on about what you said, and I’m glad I was someone who made such an impact on your life. Knowing I made someone’s day any better is good enough for me.
Thank you for all the support you’ve given me all these years and I apologize for the sudden departure. As said, it was tough for me but I’ve thought about it for a while now. I appreciate your understanding and supportiveness.
I hope you will continue to be happy as I had made you.
I truly loved being your favorite novelist.
—Ike Eveland
It was…mind blowing. To think you’ve gotten a reply back from the novelist himself. You thought it would be the last of it but you couldn’t help but send a reply back.
And before you knew it, the letters began.
Between you and the novelist himself, Ike Eveland.
What started out small, as a friendly gesture, turned into something you least expected: a companionship. The letters began as the days go by and not once did you regret sending one in the first place.
Hey Ike! How are you today? Any progress on your new novel?
Hello (Y/N), I am well! I’m just about finished with the rough draft of the plot and I’ll be starting the prologue real soon!
You got this, Ike! I’ll definitely get a copy when it comes out. Maybe one day I’ll get you to sign it haha.
It warms my heart to know you’ll read it.
And from what started as a slight joke, actually became a reality. Not too far from where you lived, Ike’s book was being sold there. Without any time to waste, you made your way to your local bookstore in hopes to buy a copy. When you arrived, you were surprised by the line of people leading up to the register.
There on the shelves, was his book.
As you got in line, the amount of books being sold dampened your mood a little bit, since the line stretched halfway through the store. By the time it was your turn in line and you got called to the register to ask for a copy—it was sold out. The cashier gave you a sympathetic smile and said it would’ve be restocked for a while, not expecting to be sold out in one day.
As you walked away with slumped shoulders and a frown on your face, you heard the cashier call out to you.
“Wait, what’s your name?”
Furrowing your brows in confusion, you answered back. “(F/N) (L/N)”
They smiled, beckoning you back to the register. Once you stood by, the person took out a book hidden under the register with your name on it in perfect cursive. You recognized that penmanship immediately. As the book was handed to you, another voice spoke from behind you.
“I hope you’ll like it.” Spinning around with the book held tightly to your chest, your eyes widened upon seeing Ike standing before you in person. “You should read the dedication page.”
Looking down at the book in your hands, you carefully opened it and turned to the page he suggested. The corners of your lips curled into a smile as your read over the words on the page.
To (Y/N), From Ike. This book was inspired by you, my friend and muse.
“I didn’t expect our first meeting to go like this.” You chuckled slightly, yet you couldn’t help the heat in your cheeks when you lifted your head and locked eyes with him. “What made you do it?”
“Well, I wanted to meet my penpal.” Ike replied, taking a couple of steps closer. “Did you…not want to?”
You shook your head, averting your eyes from him. “I wanted to meet you at least once. And seeing you in front of me for real I can finally say…
Thank you for everything, for all that you’ve done, Ike Eveland.”
-> Ike smiles and accepts the affection you send his way
Ike sat at his desk, the faint tapping of his keyboard filling the room. The pages of his latest novel slowly taking shape, his face contorted in concentration.
You stirred from your sleep, the soft shuffle of blankets interrupting the repeated clicks of Ike's keyboard. Yawning, you stretched and waddled across the room to where Ike was seated. Without a word, you leaned down and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.
Ike’s hands paused briefly on the keyboard before a small smile graced his lips. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice soft and warm.
You mumbled something incoherent in return, your hold tightening slightly as if to soak in his presence. Ike didn’t move you, instead continuing to type, letting the rhythmic sound of the keys comfort and embrace you.
-> He lets you do whatever you want, and stops anyone from bothering you.
The meeting room was quiet as Luca prepared for a gathering of the most prominent mafia families. He sat at the head of a long table, leaning back in his chair, confidence radiating off him.
The door creaked open, and you entered the room. You didn’t spare the imposing decor a second glance. Instead, you dragged a chair to Luca’s side, plopping down beside him before leaning your head on his shoulder.
Luca glanced at you, a grin tugging at his lips. “Hey, you good?” he whispered.
You nodded, eyes already half-closed. Luca let out a soft chuckle and turned his attention back to the stack of paper in front of him.
As the mafia bosses started arriving, their expressions shifted from stern to utterly confused, baffled even. The sight of someone so casually draped over the infamous Luca Kaneshiro screwed with them a little. Yet Luca paid them no mind, continuing the meeting as if your presence was the most natural thing in the world.
-> He doesn't let your hugs bother him, he just let's you hang.
The room was filled with a faint magical hum, glowing runes flickering on the walls as Shu carefully concocted a new type of potion. The faint smell of herbs and magic ran through the air.
Across the room, you sat curled up with a book. You looked up every now and then, curiosity tugging at you. Unable to resist, you set your book aside and walked over to Shu. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning into his back.
Shu paused, turning his head to glance at you. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone gentle and slightly amused.
“Nothing,” you mumbled, your grip slowly becoming tighter.
Shu chuckled, his laughter soft and warm. “Whatever you say, dear,” he teased, but there was nothing but affection in his voice. He resumed stirring the potion, unbothered by your presence.
-> He takes this chance to be even closer to you, both emotionally and physically.
The study was dimly lit, the flicker of the candle casting shadows over stacks of parchment and scrolls. Vox sat at his desk, his body hunched slightly as he worked through the details of trade for the village.
You wandered in silently, your curiosity piqued by the sight of him so focused. You peered over his shoulder at the complicated notes and diagrams. After a moment, you turned and sat on the floor behind him, leaning your back against his.
Vox paused, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. “What are you doing back there?” he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and love.
“Getting comfortable,” you replied, smiling.
With a grin, Vox reached behind and effortlessly lifted you into his arms, setting you down in front of him. "There," he said, wrapping his arms around you. "Much better."
You squirmed as he brought you forward, your cheeks flushed. Slowly, you leaned into his embrace. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, huffing, though your tone was filled with affection.
“And you’re adorable,” Vox replied with a smirk, holding you close as the flickers of the candle shone over you both like a golden blanket.
<- MASTERLIST
-> I wrote this a while ago, but kept forgetting to post it 😁😁
Who in luxiem + shxto do you think would like cockwarming?
no pressure i’m just curious of your take on it hehe
HMM lemme do a mtl real quick (others under cut)
most
shoto - contrary to some belief, he can be quite a softie when it comes to this stuff. despite straight up asking if he can ‘put it in’ when cuddling (with no shame), he doesn’t mind if it leads to fucking or not. it’s more of a bonding thing; an act to become even closer for him. if you ever ask to do it, he’ll excitedly agree each and every time.
ike - his sex drive is low in general, so he uses it as middle ground for you to get some relief while he works. he can handle it for hours, even when you start to squirm he’ll simply force you back down with one strong hand and a warning of punishment in your ear. “y/n, move again and you get nothing tonight.”
vox - may use it as a punishment on occasions, but for the most part, this guy just enjoys teasing you. purposely ‘shifting’ in his seat or caressing your thigh ever so seductively while he works, and if you question him he acts all innocent. “i didn’t do shit, you’re the one clenching every second.” but while it was fun while it lasted, ends up taking a work break early because he can’t hold back anymore.
shu - at first he doesn’t get it — what kind of fucked up edging strategy is this? but once he tries it out and gets to feels your warmth while he games, it grows on him. it’s more suffering than anything on your side though; this man is constantly moving around during intense matches, stretching your walls and muttering a ‘my bad’ each time, but it’s hard to say no when he asks so cutely. “hey babe, can you- uh, can you come do that thing again while i play? like- you- don’t make me say it.”
mysta - it’s not his favourite thing ever, but he’s much better than expected— in fact, he may be the one to first suggest the idea. surprisingly, mysta stays very pliant besides the occasional, teasing thrust he offers just to hear you gasp. by the end of it, you’re the one getting needy. “aww, need me to fuck you?” he chuckles, kissing your cheek fondly. “be patient, slut.”
luca - he tries.. he really does for you, but poor boy can’t get shit done when he can feel your wetness dripping all over the place below. it’s only been a few minutes, and while you’re relaxing with your face planted in his neck, he’s closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. “why do you even like this? do- do you really enjoy this?” all in all, he’ll comply with your little game.. for 30 minutes max before he starts whining about how much he needs your help :c
I simply couldn't just ignore this I eat this stuff up man
Shout out to @mystaposts for Ike's setting idea bc I genuinely got stuck, they are the best!
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Luxiem Boys "S/o getting hit on while being clearly taken"
Ft. Vox, Luca, Shu, Ike, and Mysta
Rating: SFWish, Suggestive
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of pda, mentions of marking, violence (with a happy ending), mentions of weapons, being in uncomfortable situations, general possessiveness
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Your out at a fairly nice club with Vox for date night. Normally he'd splurge for a vip booth for the two of you but tonight you really just wanted to dance your heart out. Leaving vox at the bar, a few fruity cocktails in you head to your target. The dj was playing all the right stuff and you sway your body to the music. You turn to vox flashing him the biggest smile from across the dancefloor and you can tell he's enjoying himself as well.
You dance by yourself for a bit eventually doing what drunk people do best making friends with the drunk girl group dancing next to you and you all dance together. Then the next trun of events happen that typically happen whena lone group is minding there own business. A group of guy's approach trying to dance up on y'all. You visible tense for a moment. Scooting away from the taller figure, who wasn't your partner, trying to grab your waist.
You flash another look, this time a more desperate one, to Vox at the bar who is seething. You can tell by his posture and the way his eyes darken, locked in on the stranger dancing on you. You lean in as a courtesy to warn the stranger for what's about to come. You shout over the loud music. "Hey man, my boyfriend is over the bar glaring at you right now. I'm gunna be honest I'm just here to dance so if you'd kindl-" the asshole cuts you off. "Honestly a pretty thing like you should be alone on the dance floor. He whisper shouts in your ear in the least sexy way possible.
You sigh and look over your shoulder to Vox again who is already making his way toward you. You can feel the anger radiating off him and into the crowd. He reaches you and possessively wraps his arms around you. "Hey babe." He smiles and looks up at the jerk with a shit eating grin on his face. "I was just talking about you." You smile as he places kisses all over the top of your head, while you back is pressed against his front swaying with you to the music.
The guy from earlier audible scoffs and walks away at the pda happening in front of him. "Easy enough, I was 2 seconds away from punching him square in the jaw I swear." Vox mumbles in your ear, sending shivers down your spin. "I've seen you possessive before, but this is a whole new level Vox." You smile. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't watch some guy grind up on you while I just fucking sat there." He mumbles pulling you to face him.
He places a possessive kiss on your lips trailing down to your neck. You bit back a moan as he sinks his teeth into your neck leaving a nice bruise for you to admire later. He pulls away to inspect his handy work. "There now you're marked as mine." He smiles triumphantly. " Always have been always will be." You smile back.
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You were getting some shopping done downtown. Luca was working but texted you letting you know he'd pick you up. I was getting later and the street lights had just turned on. It was the weekend so the sidewalk was decently filled with people either meeting up with friends, doing some shopping, coming home from work. You name it, it was probably happening. You didn't mind the crowd though, it was kind of fun to people watch.
You get a text from Luca saying he was about 5 minutes out, just trying desperately to find some parking. You make a mental note to thank him later generously for picking you up at such a busy time. "Hey." You head whips up from your phone to be met with a group of well... thuggish looking men. "H.. hello?" You say back confused. "What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" "I-" "You should come drink with us!" The men surround you. You panic slightly glancing at the brutish looking men all around you." I'm actually waiting for someone! " You yelp." Great, your friends are our friends now. " One of them smirks.
"I'm actually not so friendly." A familiar voice rings out pushing past the ring of men. "Nor ' just a friend', thank you." Luca, your savior, plants a kiss on your forehead. This throws the group of men into a frenzy. One of them gets upset by this and throws a haphazard punch at your mafia boss boyfriend who easily doges it and plants one on just as rough right in the man's face. "I suggest you scram, fucking with me or them isn't a smart idea." Luca spits out.
The men scatter and you're left with Luca who is now dottingly inspecting you to make sure you're unharmed. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner. Are you okay? They didn't touch you did they? If they did so help me god I will-" "Luca! I'm fine you got here just in time." You smile at him and he lets out a sigh of relief. "I have to give you a handgun to carry in your bag." He muses. "LUCA! You're too overprotective, you taught me how to throw a punch or two if needed." You place a kiss on his check. "I'm okay, I promise." He smiles down at you. "Well, when we get home I promise I'll make it to you."
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Shu left to go buy movie tickets. You've been wanting to see this movie for a while and you finally convinced Shu to come with you. You went to go buy snacks but finished before he was done. So you waited. A group of boys, probably no older than high school age exit a theater. They stand around talking about what they just watched and you laugh lightly recalling the days you went to the theater with a group of your friends.
One of the boys takes notice of you and suddenly you have a bunch of eyes on you. You pull out your phone to try to blend back into the background but you can tell they're still staring. Husher whispers and murmurs come from the gaggle of boys one of them is pushed forward and begins approaching you.
"hello, sorry if this is... Awkward? I noticed your really pretty and." He pulls out a slip of paper he was hiding behind his back. "I wanted to give you my number... Maybe we can see a movie sometime?" He smiles. You feel bad for the next words that are about to come out of your mouth. "I'm so so-"
"Got the ticket!" Shu sprints over to you. "Sorry it took me so long" he stops in his tracks. "A friend of yours? " He asks. you to shake your head. Shus eyes fall on the slip of paper "Ah... I see..." Shu takes your hand and walks away. " Shu!" You protest! "Listen I'm saving you the trouble of having to reject the poor guy, he'll live." Shu chuckles. "you huff but are definitely relieved you don't have to reject him yourself. Leave it to your partner to read to you better than you can.
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Ike really wanted to go to a new book cafe that opened up in town. He was excited and frankly you were excited for the cafe part. You walk hand in hand down the street as Ike excitedly rambles on about all the details
. "... And there's reading books you can rent out, which is super exciting because, come on it's a reading nook. " He giggles giddily. " I wonder if the lattes are any good." You ponder." I heard the food and the drinks are amazing too! A famous barista personally trained the entire staff! " He explains. This perks you up immediately.
You listen to Ike a bit more before finally reaching your distanation. "I'm gunna check out reserved area and get settled. Order me a something sweet?" He asks. "You bet!" You smile lovingly at your very excited boyfriend who dashes off to down the very quiet hall. You wonder over to the pastries cases where a young barista is working hard crafting the most delicious looking latte. Your mouth waters.
The barista notices you. "Hello! Is there anything I can get you?" You point at a few pastries Ike will definitely enjoy with you and then you order yourself you favorite flavor of latte. "Coming right up." He says with a wink. You find this odd but nevertheless wait patiently for your items.
Once your items are ready the barista calls out your name and you go to pay but they stop you. "It's on the house." You stare dumbfounded."I can't do that" "please I'm just pleased that someone as pretty as you can enjoy my work." They flash a smile at you and you feel uncomfortable. Ike shows up just in time. "Here's the pay for the items. I appreciate the sentiment but they're taken." He smiles sickly sweet taking your latte from you as well as the pastries. Ike leans on for a kiss. "Exactly what I wanted something sweet. " He smiles at the barista before whisking you off to your private room leaving the barista dumbfounded.
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Grocery shopping with Mysta is fun. He's easily distractible though, constantly putting items into the cart that don't necessarily need to be there. It's like grocery shopping with a small child minus all the screaming... Sometimes...
On this particular day you sent Mysta to the produce section in hopes he could help cut down on shopping time. You gave him the list of produce you needed and sent him on his way. Unsurprisingly you finished your half of the grocery shopping before he did. So you shot him a text letting him know you'd be getting in line.
You settle into a short line and wait for your turn. A young man a little younger than you was handling the register. He greeted you warmly as your turn approached. "Having a good day so far?" He asked with the beeps of your purchases in the background. "Pretty good." You respond politely. "A lot of groceries for a person all alone." He smiles at you. You cringe. Was that supposed to be a line or an insult. Regardless, you laugh politely and slightly awkwardly.
As if he could sense your awkwardness, Mysta comes to the rescue, hand full of produce and planting a kiss on the top of your hand. "Sorry for the wait! I keep going to the organic section and forgetting that all produce is organic." You sigh, you'll definitely talk about this later... The clerk looks taken a back by your boyfriend and backs off a little.
The two of you pay and walk out to get your groceries home. "Hun you know not all produce is organic right?" You question softy. "I know that." He sneers. "I just had to come up with a good excuse to get that guy to stop hitting on you!" He wails. " He was just being friendly. " Mysta shakes his head in defiance. " Nah men are just like that. You have to be careful otherwise I'll get jealous. " He pouts. You laugh, knowing full well he was jealous that whole time.
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Shout out Tumblr for not saving this as a draft this has been a post for over a day bc I didn't wanna lose all my work 🧍🏻♂️
Btw my requests are open so if you have one send it my way!
Description: Ike leads you back to his room, hoping to share his feelings for you. No isn't an acceptable answer :3c
Word Count: 1715
Tags: Yandere, dead dove, imprisonment, bondage, ask to tag
Notes: I see fic I wrote in 2018. I come back 6 years later and say "this was poorly executed" and I rewrite the whole thing. Also tagging @transike and @tacticianshuru10 because they were the ones that convinced me too <3
previous version can be found here, if you want to cringe with me
He was in deep, that much was certain. Dark water that only rose up further in him, that chilled his bones, slowed his movements, made his thoughts frantic. It blocked out the sun, made certain there was no escape. No, there was only you.
You, darling Summoner; oh, how you clouded his thoughts. Ike was once a good man, he was certain of that-- but a good man wouldn’t have such dark thoughts about you. He was desperate to keep up the facade, though, too convince you he was still a good person. It was almost too easy, too. Perhaps you wanted to believe him, perhaps you didn’t know-- or maybe, just maybe, you thought like him too. Whatever it was, Ike was glad. Glad you were so obvious, glad you were so trusting-- it made everything so much easier.
“Ike?” Your soft voice catches him off guard. He had been so far in his thoughts, he had nearly forgotten you were here with him-- tugged aside by his own hand. “Is everything okay?” You pause, giving him a small smile. His heart might beat out of his chest from that look alone. You made him ache, did you even know?
It was hard to find his voice. He can’t help but clear his throat, color rising to his cheeks. “Sorry, I was… distracted.” He admits, voice as soft as his rough cadence can let him. He seeks your eyes, his heartbeat not calming at all as you meet it-- not without some color to your own cheeks. “I wanted to speak with you. Privately.” What a lie. The things Ike would do to you, if you would only let him.
“Privately.” You repeat, nodding softly. “Where did you have in mind?” Ike looks around you. A few other Heroes milled about here, (not worthy of your presence-- as if he was?) but this was too good an opportunity to pass up. The chance to get you alone good enough to eat. And did he ever want to consume, to savor you.
“I was hoping we could go to my quarters?” The words come out like a question but Ike is already guiding you that way. It wasn’t far, it’s not like you hadn’t been there before, he rationalizes. Even still, he spirals-- you and he, alone in his room. Where would things go?
“Of course we can!” You’re all to happy to let him lead the way. Did you have any self preservation? No, of course you did-- you just didn’t realize Ike had bad intentions, did you?
All too soon, the two of you arrive. Ike is quick to let you in, to close (to lock!) the door behind you. He watches you settle on the edge of his bed with familiar ease, a sight that sets his heart beating fast once more. “So what did you want to talk about?” You hum softly, but Ike can’t help but notice the way your fingers curl into his unkempt blanket, digging in and out of the soft texture.
Were you nervous? Perhaps even afraid. You ought to be, Summoner. He didn’t plan on letting you leave without getting a taste.
“It’s… not that simple.” Ike laughs, settling beside you. His hand finds way to one yours, easing your nervous fidgeting. Color dusts your cheeks once more and emboldened, Ike continues. “_____…” Ike dares to call you by name, to look you in the eyes and find the right words. He hadn’t planned this, didn’t know what to say now that you were here. Now that you were alone together. “There’s… no easy way to admit this.” A small laugh leaves him, one that has him smoothing back blue hair and taking a deep, fortifying breath. “Do you know what you do to me?”
Do you know how you’ve changed him? Made him feel more beast than man? Do you know the hunger that strikes him, when he sees you turn his way? The ache he feels, when you smile and say his name? Gods, _____, the all consuming urges-- to take you, to claim you, to have his way with you. To lock you away, hide you from the horrors of the battles you fought and the wars you took place in…
“Ike…?” Your voice rises in pitch, with a tone Ike can’t begin to place a name too. He was in too deep to quit talking now, though. You would know of his desires-- and either you would meet them, or you would be caught running from that dark water. Either way, Ike would have his way. But it wouldn’t come to that, would it? Ike could tell-- you wanted to be good for him.
With that new found confidence, Ike continues. “I want you to understand… how much I want to protect you-- see you happy.” Your features soften, only spurring Ike only. Feeding his dark thoughts. “When I see you… when I’m near you… I’m happy, relived. When you’re away, I… feel like I’m not myself. Like something is missing.”
“That’s… so cute…!” Your eyes widen. Ike can practically see the way your heart must be pounding. Did you feel the same? Were your thoughts just as filled with him? Oh, if you felt at all similar, Ike might fall apart on the spot. He might not be able to hold back! Gods, you were holding a hand to your chest. You were in just as deep, he was certain. Two fools, heads underwater.
“All this to say… I love you. I love you and.. I have to keep you as close to me as possible.” He moves towards you, slinking over your form, peering into your eyes with a strange, intense look. But you’re almost too caught up in the moment to even realize how wrong it is. Almost. Precious, oblivious. There was nothing you could do.
“What are you doing, Ike?” Your raise your voice a hair, but don’t fight him as he eases you down. No, Ike sees you shiver instead. Does his touch excite you that much? Does it set you aflame like it does him? He really hopes so-- he can see the excitement in your eyes, see how it dances with fear and trepidation. “Ike?” Would you keep calling his name, the further he pushed?
“You love me, don’t you?” Ike can only smile as he sees you nodding dumbly. He smooths a hand along your jaw, caressing your cheek softly. He keeps his smile a moment, before it falls as he begins to speak again. “Then put your hands up for me.” It’s an order, not a request. You merely sit there, hands at your side as Ike unties his headband, staring up at him confused.
“Ike, come on this isn’t funny.” You try once, face falling when Ike doesn’t respond. “Ike, really, what’s wrong with you?” You wretch your hands free of his gentle grip, looking up at him with confusion, fear dilating your pupils. He could see the startings of a cold sweat on your skin, the way your eyes shifted around the room. But there would be no escaping this. No escaping him.
“I have to keep you here.” The words are stern, as hard as his grip on your hands this time. You struggle on still, your strength surprising Ike as you free your hands again. You attempt to sit up, breathing fast, the surge of adrenaline hitting you obvious. Perhaps you weren’t as dumb as he had thought-- no, you just really thought Ike was one of the good ones. Too bad for you, he was even worse. “Here, I can protect you, keep you safe… keep you to myself.” He grunts, grabbing your hands even tighter than the moments before. Still, you fight him.
“Ike you can’t be serious!” You raise your voice, still fighting off his attempt-- wiggling and wrenching, trying in vein to fight him off. A valiant effort-- but unfortunately, a mere wave in the storm of Ike’s dark desires.
“Don’t you want to stay here, with me?” You falter a moment, seeing something in him. A sliver of the man you had fallen in love with? Or an invitation to sink further into the darkness with him?
“Ike, no, I can’t. Not like this. Not when so many people depend on me!” Instead, you double down, fighting even more. Ike can’t help the small frown that fits his face. He had really hoped you would understand-- perhaps, it was too much to ask for. Even he was aware how twisted his affections had become-- he couldn’t find it in him to care, though. Not when you were here, finally, in his arms.
“You’re so cute when you’re struggling.” Ike chuckles softly, pressing his hips down into yours. You freeze, breath hitching. Now, now you know what you do to him-- and keep acting this way, you’ll know the consequences too. “But don’t make me hurt you. We both know how easy that would be, _____.” You shrink back like a violet, your features showing just how betrayed you felt. It’s all too easy to capture your hands now, holding them in one of his large ones.
“It doesn’t have to be like this, Ike. Please.” You try one more time to appeal to a better side of him. But Ike had long since drowned in these feelings for you. Now it was time to pull you under as well.
“No, I think it does. This is where you belong-- all pretty and compliant, struggling so cutely under me...” Ike has to look away from your face a moment, to tie you to his headboard. Tight, but secure. You would need his help if you wanted to leave.
“Ike, please.” You whisper, tears welling in your eyes. Ike merely leans in close, his lips a hair’s breath from your eyes.
“Shh, it’s okay _____. I know it’s scary right now-- but we love each other. You’ll come around to my way of loving and you see… you won’t even want to leave.” Ike cradles your head, soaks in the look of helplessness on your face. Yes, soon you’ll come to understand-- you would feel so loved and protected, you wouldn’t even dream of leaving him.
Summary: Pt. 9 of Would you hold it against me. Another hurdle gets thrown in Ike's path as he struggles with all that he learnt so far. Inspired by - Connie Francis' - Who's Sorry Now.
With a stressful day of having to deal with the pageant organizers and the disappearance of Mike Strauss, Ike thought his evening would be a relaxing one as he settled into bed. Boy, was he wrong. Not long after, there was a knock at the front-door; Bel had arrived to inform Ike that Ben wanted to see him asap on his yacht.
After having enquired from Bel about what Ben wanted to see him for and not having gotten an answer, Ike was shitting bricks during the short boat ride to Ben's yacht. Could he have found out about Ike and your connection?!
Who's sorry now?
Who's sorry now?
Whose heart is achin' for breakin' each vow?
Who's sad and blue? Who's cryin' too?
Just like I cried over you
*
Having arrived at the yacht, Ike was greeted by a group of clearly drunk and possibly high people, firing shots at a bunch of sharks nearby. Entering below, he finds an even more intoxicated Ben sitting at a small coffee table; pouring himself a drink that was clearly overflowing. "You know how much that bearded freak cost me down in Cuba...?", Ben remarks whilst continuing to over pour his drink.
"I don't know Ben... millions?", Ike nonchalantly responds with his hands buried inside his pants pockets in an attempt to downplay his anxiety.
"Every week...", Ben drawls, finally placing the bottle down, picking a lighter up then. "Millions", he flicks the lighter on and sets fire to the alcohol covered table, setting back in his seat with a heavy sigh. "Up in smoke..."
Relieved that this meeting was about business, Ike relaxes his guard and takes a seat. "Gone", Ben continues to stare at the flame as he continues to talk. "But he'll be out soon... or dead. Dictators change like the weather down there, and I'll be back... but this- this has taught me something Ike." He tilts his head to the side, deep in thought, "options... choices."
Knowing exactly in the direction he was heading; Ike finally speaks up. "Gambling on the beach."
"Your joint is prewired for slots, tables and wheels, right?", Ben remarks.
"You pull up the carpet and the marble, the condo is just sitting there", Ike responds carefully.
"You built the Miramar for gambling, you genius!", an excited Ben jumps up from his seat with his hands raised the in air victoriously.
Ike silently eyeballs up, yet has to restrain his displeasure, "the second it's legal, Ben", is his only response.
"Ike the magician... Ike the rain maker", an ecstatic Ben moves to the window. "Now how did you get city council to rezone fifty residentials acers...?", he remarks rubbing his thumb and index finger together suggestively.
"Those 'holy rollers' in Tallahassee, never gonna vote for-", Ike attempts to reason, but Ben cuts him off.
"Ike... where are you?", he nonchalantly comments.
"What?", Ike sighs out.
"Simple question", Ben remarks, his tone turning serious. "Where-are-you-now?"
Ike smirks at his instant change, "I'm on your boat Ben."
"Yes. Good", Ben stares at his surroundings weirdly, then back down at Ike. "You're on my boat, in the Gulf stream, in the middle of a shark feeding frenzy..."
"Ike leans back in his seat, staring Ben down whilst absentmindedly twirling his wedding ring. "You threatening me, Ben?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, I'm threatening you...", Ben responds. "Carrot, Bull shark... whatever works." Ike merely stares at him as he continues his rant. "Focus... Isaac. We have a moment...", Ben takes his hand, guiding him up from his seat. "One door closes...", he leads Ike toward the window as they stare at the Miramar from across the water. "You built a palace... now it's time to be king."
Right to the end
Just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way
Now you must pay
I'm glad that you're sorry now
*
Ike remains silent as he helplessly stares at his hotel. "You and I can wear this town like a diamond necklace", Ben remarks, leading him to the nearby counter. "Here... a hundred grand. Work that 'Evans charm' on those shit-kickers...", Ben flashes him a creepy grin and steps aside.
Ike stares at the briefcase for a moment, finally speaking up. "Where's Mike Strauss?"
Ben pauses mid-step, "Um, you mean that union guy, you asked me to talk to...?", he shrugs in remark, "well, I don't know... Your guess is as good as mine."
Knowing exactly what he meant, Ike takes a moment to compose himself and makes his move to leave but Ben stops him, "Ike..." Pausing at the foot of the steps, he turns around and Ben points toward the briefcase, "happy fishing...", he grins.
Silently sighing, Ike goes to take it and leaves. Now he had even more problems besides getting you and his daughter away from Ben to worry about.
Right to the end
Just like a friend
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way
Now you must pay
I'm glad that you're sorry now
✻ pairings: luxiem members x gender neutral reader
✻ synopsis: you're at a football game with one of the luxiem members when suddenly, the kiss cam was pointed to the both of you. what do they do?
✻ further notice: it was written 'as your girlfriend' before, even though it's gender neutral. i deeply apologize and won't repeat the same mistake ever again 🙇♀️
AS HIS PARTNER
wasn't surprised at all. people were fawning over the two of you since you've both entered the stadium.
he was the one who saw the both of you at the kiss cam.
glances at you in his peripheral vision and whispers, "are you up for it?"
the moment you said yes, vox immediately grabbed your jaw (gently) and devoured your lips.
people in the stadium went 'oooohh'
however, if you say no, vox would just grin at the camera and shakes his head
that was enough fan service for everyone watching, so they can move on to someone else now
you said yes but you're too embarrassed? he's gotchu.
a cute forehead kiss for his shy bean that had everyone go 'aaaawww'
AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM
vox would check you out first
"hi." greets you first for respect before pointing at the kiss can screen.
"can we? i don't mind." he said with his deep voice and attractive chuckle.
when you said yes, vox shrugged and gave you a handsome lopsided smile before slowly planting his lips on top of yours.
the whole stadium knew that the both of you were strangers— it was so obvious— they cheered so loud and were happy for the both of you like they're all your best friends.
"i'm vox. vox akuma. say, after the fun game, maybe we could have our own version of fun later on?"
AS HIS PARTNER
would panic for a few seconds
he probably tried looking twice to see if that really was the two of you too on the screen
"ayo? do we really have to? i mean i'm not against it but are you? ...really? you're cool with it?"
shu would tightly close his eyes before planting his lips on yours for a chaste kiss.
then his ears would gradually turn red and he would cutely fiddle in his seat, embarrassed but feeling doki doki at the same time after the public kiss.
if you said you don't want to, shu would just place his arm behind your seat before the two of you would continue talking about what you were talking about, ignoring the kiss cam until it turns to someone else.
AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM
this man won't kiss a fucking stranger.
it's either he saw it and ignored it
or he didn't notice at all.
end of discussion.
AS HIS PARTNER
he was forced to watch the game
so he brought his book with him. he was just reading peacefully while playing your fingers
you then nudged him when you saw the both of you at the kiss cam screen
at first, he forgot about the existence of the kiss cam
he was like "huh? what? oh. is that us in there? why are... oh."
ike would just smile at you before he grabs your chin and kisses you lips
but with the book covering your faces
half of the people in the stadium were disappointed because they weren't able to see the kiss, but half of them went 'oooohhh' and 'awiiieee'
"i guess going here wasn't so bad after all." ike said in a low voice and chuckled.
oh boy, how he loved the flustered face you wore.
AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM
he won't risk kissing a stranger as well.
in fact, he wouldn't be watching the game at all.
but let's jut say he was forced to come by one of his friends
ike wouldn't notice the kiss cam
if he did, he would shook his head with wide eyes while mouthing the word NO with exaggeration
AS HIS PARTNER
"hey, y/n? what's that kiss cam?"
"when the cameras are pointed at you and you're shown in that screen with someone else, you have to kiss them."
"oohh..."
"you actually don't have to. but where's the fun in that?"
"ooohhh..."
luca just learned the existence of the kiss cam
and oh boy. you just got this man hyped up by what you last said.
while you were busy sharing your status to your friends, luca was trying to wave his hands up in the air, signaling the people to point the kiss cam at the both of you
and while he was doing so, the kiss cam did point at the two of you. people giggled when they witnessed how he was trying to get the camera's attention and how he got embarrassed after.
nudges you cutely.
before you could even ask why, luca immediately went for your lips. and you were just frozen in confusion and shock.
but the kiss lasted long when you replied to his lips (longer than the first three's version)
people cheered louder and louder, that's when you knew what happened.
"you silly blond." you smacked him lightly while he laughs like he just won the world cup.
AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM
if he notices, HE WOULD JUST WAVE AT THE CAMERA AND YELL POG
but it's very likely of him to not notice the kiss cam and pay no attention to it at all
AS HIS PARTNER
this guy on the other hand definitely knows the existence of the kiss cam
unbeknownst to you, he even brought a bond paper that says, in all bold letters and CAPS:
← MY BABY/LOVER
just to let the kiss cam know
"if the kiss cam happens to point onto us, would you let me kiss you?"
"huh? yeah, sure..? that won't happen though."
"watch."
people's laughter roared in the stadium when the cam pointed at mysta's paper before at the two of you.
he immediately hid the paper before pointing the screen for you to see.
you just shrugged and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him
people cheered loud. the kiss was steamy and hot, it was pretty obvious that the two of you were hungry for each other (and shameless)
parents had to cover their children's eyes
mysta almost sat on your lap and continued making out with you if only you didn't push him away
"darn, that was fun."
"fuck you, mysta. fuck you."
"you definitely should." mysta said and laughed hard.
AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM
he's an introvert why the fuck would you expect him to kiss a stranger
"oh shit, (the name of whoever he came with) the kiss cam is on me what the fuck
