Tendou realizing his teammate wasn’t being so friendly (masc! volleyball player! reader)
Tendou who meets you his first year at Shiratorizawa during your first volleyball practice. He immediately bonds with you as a fellow middle blocker.
Tendou who happily stays long after practice to help you train whichever move or combo you want to do! Want to practice your spikes? He happily sets the ball for you. Want to practice your receives? Good, he’s been meaning to practice his serve.
Tendou who practically preens when you pay him a compliment. You think his hair looked good today? He’ll show you what hair gel he used!
Tendou who thinks you’re just a really great friend when you sneak into his dormitory past curfew to watch whatever anime he’s been meaning to get to.
Tendou who’s still not used to having friends after being bullied as a child. Any subtle flirting goes right over his head. You’re just being a great best friend!!
Tendou who teases Ushijima about being dense when it comes to girls flirting to him not realizing he’s being the biggest hypocrite ever.
Tendou who connects the dots at the most random moment. He’s brushing his teeth when he realizes you were not being friendly.
Tendou who cringes realizing how oblivious he’s been towards your flirting. The dynamic between him and Ushijima compared to you and him is astounding. It’s mortifying he didn’t know sooner.
Tendou who gets over his embarrassment and immediately texts you to see if you’re available. If you are? He tells you he’s taking you out and clarifies that it’s a date. He’s already wasted enough time being an idiot.
Hi Donna! I'm wishing you a speedy recovery, I know tooth pain is the absolute worst!
For your ask request, will you indulge us in some Tendou (Dotori :3) and food play?
Kiki!!💜 Thank you for playing with me and tempting me to be self indulgent with some dotori specific prompts... I've doubled this up with another ask as it's very similar @honeylavendr you are a beautiful menace and I love you both!
tendou satori x female reader (suggestive & selfship coded)
You would be remiss to think the kitchen was a crime scene; the usually pristine surfaces were covered in an array of white powders, broken eggshells lay discarded with their trays, chocolate smears were evident in places, and most damning of all... two sets of handprints smudged onto the brushed metal counter.
The first set was small and dainty framed by a much larger set, the fingers way longer—almost comically so.
A near dozen pastry tarts sat on a cooling rack with patisserie bags full of crème pat and strawberry jam resting against them, the contents oozing across the surface. Half eaten tarts lay discarded haphazardly as if they had been forgotten in a hurry.
This was a health inspector’s wet dream.
Thank gods it was well after closing time and the shades were drawn on the ceiling to floor glass storefront. There was a light emanating from the office in the back. The office where Tendou looked over the accounts and bluffed his way through tax reports and payroll. He really should hire someone to do that for him.
If you were to listen closely at the office door...
“Open wide, honeybun.”
“I couldn’t eat another bite. Satori... mm.”
“What was that? So much for not another bite, insatiable woman. Ouch! Don’t bite or I’ll be forced to retaliate.”
“You brought it on yourself when you decided it was a good idea to feed me chocolate from your fingers.”
“I guess you’re right... but I cannot be blamed when you clean them so good.”
Jester!Tendou x fem!reader
Words: 4.0 K
Summary: Tendou had spent so much time in the shadows killing for you that he knew that one day they would find him. He just hadn't suspected it to be so soon.
Warnings: Blood, fighting, death through swords
A/N: You have demanded and you shall recieve. I'm not very good at writing fighting scenes.
Part 1
Tendo’s breath came in ragged gasps as he stumbled through the abandoned stone halls of the palace, echoing mockingly around him. He had already discarded his jester’s cap some time ago, as the jingle of bells would have given away his position to the guards far too easily. His face was drenched in sweat behind the white mask that still adorned it, and his red hair hung in strands over the holes for his eyes. The grotesque grimace etched onto it did not even come close to reflecting his state of mind.
He had planned to proceed slowly, step by step, unnoticed, so that no one could suspect your disappearance. For weeks, Tendou had quietly and secretly smuggled your clothes, jewelry, and other important items out of the palace and had one of his accomplices bring them to the small cottage where he intended to flee with you. Tendou trusted Ushiwaka with all his heart and knew that his friend would carry out his request to perfection.
You were supposed to disappear quietly under the cover of night, without danger, without drawing attention.
But fate had other plans for you.
A new prince had appeared, one your parents had mentioned as a potential husband for you. Just the thought of his disinterested, smug grin made every fiber of Tendou’s being rebel as he reached the staircase leading up to your room. He took two steps at a time, then three, faster and faster up the stairs, determined to reach you before it was too late. His sides were burning, his legs ached, but Tendou just gritted his teeth and kept running.
It should have been easy. A drop here, a glass of wine there, and the prince would have quietly passed away in his sleep. No one would have suspected it was murder. But Tendou had been careless. The successful eliminations had made him proud, given him the feeling that he was untouchable, untraceable. And that had made him act foolishly.
The prince had heard about the incidents, that the princess’s fiancés had met their ends quickly, in agonizing, poisonous ways. So when he found the wine in his room, he didn’t regard the bottle as a gift, but as a threat.
The bottle was taken to the castle healer, who confirmed his suspicion: the bottle contained poison. That realization alone had made Tendou uneasy, even though he was able to skillfully hide it behind his mask.
But the prince had not given up. He had traced the bottle back to its seller, who sent him to Tendou’s middleman.
Tendou had to give him credit for remaining silent for so long, but eventually every man succumbs to the pain of torture and reveals even the best-kept secret he had sworn to protect.
The only thing that had saved Tendou’s neck from the noose so far was that he had never revealed his name or his face. He had always worn a cloak with a low-hanging hood so that nothing could be recognized. As soon as he had learned of this, Tendou had stuffed the cloak into one of the large furnaces, where it had hopefully crumbled to ashes by now.
However, one of his informants had told him that the prince was no longer far behind him, but was right on his heels. Tendou shuddered. He had been too careless; someone must have seen him. Not for long, not clearly, but long enough that it wouldn’t be long before the prince caught on and came looking for him. And when that happened, Tendou had to be gone—along with you.
Panting, Tendou reached the top of the stairs, where a single guard was sitting. The rest had been pulled off duty to help the prince with his search. Tendou couldn’t help but smile cynically. If only they knew that by doing so, they had made his escape easier, not harder. His smile grew even wider when Tendou realized that this was the same guard who hadn’t been alert enough to keep a proper watch on him the last time.
“What are you doing here! It’s late at night and the princess—” He didn’t get any further, as Tendou lunged forward in a single bound, drew the dagger from its sheath at his belt, and slit his throat before he could utter another sound.
The guard’s eyes widened, and he grabbed his throat in an attempt to stop the bleeding. It was futile, however. Horror was etched on his face as he slumped to the floor, gurgling, and the light faded out of his eyes, reflecting Tendou's white mask, now splattered with blood.
Tendou didn't linger a moment longer; he wiped the dagger on the dead man's doublet and strode into the room, locking the door behind him.
As the guard had already mentioned—or rather, had tried to explain before Tendou slit his throat—you were lying asleep in bed, your mouth slightly open, your calm breathing contrasting with his frantic gasps in the silence. For a brief moment, Tendou hesitated. Should he really do this? Wake you up, drag you out of bed, and flee the kingdom with you, followed by all the palace guards? To do what? To live with him in a small house in the woods, where he couldn’t even begin to offer you the riches and luxury you were used to, that you deserved?
His hand, which had been reaching out to you, slowly dropped until it hung uselessly at his side. Could he really do this to you? Was he really enough? Or wouldn’t you ultimately be happier with one of those princes, without him?
Tendou swallowed the lump in his throat.
Didn’t they always say that to love is to be able to let go? Even if you could never forgive him?
But before he could turn around and leave your sleeping form behind, the bells began to ring. Tendou flinched, and his gaze fell through the gap between the curtains. Outside, dozens of small figures were running around with torches in their hands, all heading toward the castle, toward the tower. Tendou cursed under his breath. So the prince had finally tracked him down after all. They had no time to lose.
“Tendou?” Your sleepy voice made him jump. “What are you doing here?” He turned toward you and there you were: Clothes crumpled, hair tousled from sleep and a sleepy yet confused expression etched into your features. Your eyes, still half-closed from sleep, widened instantly upon seeing him. “What happened?” You swung your legs out of bed and stepped toward him barefoot, a shudder running through you due to the cold of the floor. “Your mask… is that… is that blood?”
Tendou took your hands in his and pressed them against his chest so you could feel his heart pounding wildly.
“I’m sorry, my love,” he murmured, feeling your fingertips wander over the fringes and ruffles of his shirt, searching for something to hold onto. “But he found out.”
Tendou didn’t need to say anything else—you understood him well enough. For a brief moment, you stared at him with wide eyes, only to tear yourself away from him the next, run to the wardrobe, and hurriedly pull out boots, a pre-packed bag, and a coat to throw on. To Tendou’s great surprise, you reached into the closet again and, with the words “Catch!”, tossed him a sword blade, which he caught with ease. His gaze wandered over the simple scabbard from which a plain but high-quality sword hilt protruded, and back to you as you pulled the last straps of your coat tight and put on the hood.
“You were prepared for this.” That realization should have shocked him; after all, he had always been the one to devise the plans—thought through twice and thrice—that you had followed with a sweet smile. Not that he had ever considered you naive or gullible; after all, you were the one who had started planning the elimination schemes, but still…
“I knew we wouldn’t get away with it forever. Someone was bound to figure it out.” Smiling, you stepped toward him and placed your hands on his mask-covered cheeks. Carefully, you lifted it so that, bit by bit, his face became visible, until the mask had completely disappeared and you let it fall to the ground. “You won’t need that anymore, where we’re going.” Lovingly, you caressed his still-sweaty cheek with your thumb, and unable to resist, Tendou leaned into your touch. “Hopefully, you’ll never need it again.”
~**~
Being a princess certainly had its advantages. One of them was that a secret passage had been built into your room, leading to the maze garden, in case enemies tried to scale your tower. As Tendou ran through the tall hedges with your hand in his, mentally recalling the garden’s layout, he couldn’t help but grin at the irony that the enemies the princess ultimately had to flee from were her own guards. Your hand lay firmly in his, while he gripped the pommel of his sword tightly with the other. The shouts and footsteps of the guards searching for you could be heard all the way out here, spurring him on to run even faster. The hedges shot past Tendou like dark, shapeless walls that blurred into one another the closer he got to his goal of freedom. The gravel crunched under his shoes, and he had to be careful not to slip as he took the next turn.
“Sa… Satori,” your voice came out in a gasp. Tendou turned his head slightly—his field of vision unobstructed by the two small holes in his mask—and could see even in the dark that sweat was streaming down your face and you looked as if you were about to collapse at any moment. Tendou cursed silently to himself. Of course, you couldn’t keep up the fast pace he’d set until the end. After all, you weren’t used to such physical exertion. The only thing probably keeping you on your feet right now was the adrenaline pumping through your body. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to slow down. The forest, where a contact of his was waiting for them, wasn’t far away. Just a few more steps separated you from freedom, not far now…
Tendou had let his guard down, a fact that became clear to him once again when, out of nowhere, a sword blade came hurtling at him from around a corner—a blow he managed to dodge at the last second.
A quiet cry escaped you as the tip of the sword plunged into the ground in front of you, a small shred of fabric from Tendou’s shirt clinging to it, torn off by a glancing blow.
“Well, look who we have here.”
A man’s figure emerged from the shadow of the hedge. Little by little, blond hair, glasses, and finally a smug smile came into view, causing Tendou to narrow his eyes as his thoughts raced at a hundred miles an hour. How had he gotten into the maze so quickly? The guards had probably only just arrived at your chambers to look for him. So he hadn’t had any way of knowing that you would be walking this way with him. Unless…
Tsukishima clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Oh, come on, you didn’t really think I wouldn’t notice, did you?” With an air of boredom, he pulled the sword from the ground and examined the blade before pointing it at Tendou’s heart, pushing you—who had refused to move—behind him. “Your mask may have hidden a lot, but your glances were almost telltale.” He tilted his head. “If it weren’t so pathetic, it would almost be impressive how long no one noticed the string of deaths. But your mask, of course, granted you a certain… anonymity.” Tendou felt the urge to knock his teeth out as he grinned at him in that arrogant way, but he held back. Acting impulsively now could cost him his life and you your freedom. “Which is all ultimately pointless, of course, since you’ve left it behind, your face exposed to the world.” Tsukishima snorted. “Idiot.”
Tendou pushed you back a little further as he stared at Tsukishima with a devilish smile on his lips and reached behind his back for the hilt of his sword. “You see, little prince, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re the only person who’s ever laid eyes on this beautiful face. And I have no intention of letting you leave this labyrinth alive enough to describe my face to anyone.”
Tendou’s blade sliced through the air faster than most could blink, but Tsukishima managed to raise his sword at the last second and parry the blow, causing the blades to lock together. Tendou forced a grim smile. “Oh, look at that—the little prince isn’t quite helpless after all.” The blood rushed in his ears, and his gaze flitted over Tsukishima’s face, which looked at least as grim as Tendou’s must have. “But unfortunately, not enough yet.” With that, he whipped the blade around, spun, and swung the sword in such a way that it should have cleanly severed Tsukishima’s head.
However, he narrowly missed him, as Tsukishima dropped to the ground with a soft groan at the last second and rolled instantly to the side as Tendou’s blade came crashing down on him once more. He had dropped his sword by the hedge.
Tendou’s blade once again swept down toward Tsukishima, who was now on the ground; Tsukishima could only evade the blows by rolling to the side again and, faster than Tendou had expected, crouching down, grabbing him by the hips, and pulling him to the ground, knocking the sword out of Tendou’s hand in the process. Tendou hissed and tried to break free, but he had to admit to himself that while he was more flexible, agile, and stronger than most, he was no fighter: he was a court jester. Nothing more.
Tsukishima pinned Tendou’s body and arms to the ground with his legs, while his hands reached for Tendou’s throat and squeezed. “I hadn’t intended for it to get this… physical.” Tsukishima grunted as he increased the pressure on Tendou’s throat.
Gasping for air, Tendou’s hands clenched tightly around them and tried to scratch Tsukishima’s face, but he had no success, as the blond was leaning too far away. “But then again… the end justifies the means, and surely no one will care exactly how that annoying court jester who kidnapped the princess died.”
Black spots began to dance before Tendou’s eyes as he fought for breath and freedom, and he knew he would soon lose consciousness if he did nothing, yet he couldn’t help but grin up at him. “You… know…” he croaked with an effort that caused Tsukishima to squeeze even tighter, the latter looking surprised that he could still speak at all. “One… tiny little detail… you… overlooked in your brilliant plan.” Tsukishima tilted his head and stared at him with an air of arrogance. “And what would that be?”
Tendo’s grin widened. “I didn’t kidnap her.”
Realization flashed across Tsukishima’s eyes for just a moment before a jolt ran through his body, accompanied by a squelching sound, and he let out a gurgling noise as he looked down at his chest, where the tip of his own sword was protruding. Horror and betrayal were etched on his face as his hands released Tendou’s throat, who instantly rolled away beneath him and struggled for air on all fours, coughing, while he staggered back, catching a glimpse of you. Your expression was cold as you watched him fall to the ground, his eyes fixed on you in disbelief.
“But…how…” Blood spilled over his lips and choked his voice before he could utter another word, sending shivers and tremors through his body. The sight of him left you completely unmoved, however, and you stepped toward him to crouch down in front of him. “He told you, didn’t he? You saw his face. There was no way he was going to let you leave this garden alive. Or me.”
Without wasting another word or glance on him, you turned and hurried to Tendou’s side, who was still gasping for breath, while Tsukishima’s bloody gurgling grew fainter and fainter until it fell completely silent.
“Satori?” Your voice was soft, worried, and your hand slid through his hair, as if you didn’t know whether you were doing it to calm him or yourself. He looked up at you, his eyes slightly reddened and dark marks already etched on his pale neck, yet none of it could suppress the broad grin he flashed at you before pulling you down and pressing a firm kiss on your lips. “God, I love you.”
~**~
Once Tendou had pulled himself together and, with some support from you, was able to move again, it didn’t take long before you reached the edge of the maze, this time without any complications along the way. The edge of the garden bordered a row of densely growing trees and shrubs that marked the beginning of the vast forest stretching across the entire kingdom. Once there, Tendou led you to one of the large oak trees and helped you settle down somewhat comfortably among the massive roots. Although he was the one who, just a few minutes ago, had been nearly strangled to death, he knew that the whole ordeal must have been even more exhausting for you than for him. Not only the physical stress of the chase and the running, but also the emotional and psychological stress that the evening had brought with it.
You had killed a man, a prince from the neighboring kingdom. Tendou had hoped it would never come to this, so he had always been the one to do the dirty work and get rid of the dreadful fiancés your parents had chosen for you. He had never wanted you to go through the horror of having those men’s blood on your hands. That was what he was there for. But he clenched his teeth, brushed a strand of hair from your face, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back. Get some rest.”
But as he turned, your hand grabbed the hem of his sleeve and stopped him from leaving. “Be careful.” Your voice sounded small and uncertain, and it pained Tendou in his heart to see you like this. Gently, he pressed a kiss against the inside of your hand. “Always, my love. It won’t take long. I promise.” With a gentle nod, your grip loosened from the fabric of his jacket, and Tendou disappeared with stealthy steps deeper into the forest, through thorn bushes and low-hanging branches, until he reached the spot he had designated as their meeting place.
There, already waiting for him, stood a young man with black hair, holding the reins of a packed horse and glancing around nervously. When he spotted Tendou emerging from the shadows of the surrounding trees, a certain tension seemed to melt from his shoulders, and his lips almost curled into a smile.
“There you are at last. I was starting to think they’d caught you after all.” Tendou just smiled knowingly and took the reins he handed him. “Oh, Goshiki, always so worried about everything and everyone. You’d think that after all these years of our fruitful collaboration, you’d have learned that nothing and no one can bring me down.”
Goshiki’s cheeks flushed red, but he merely pursed his lips into a defiant pout. “The handprints around your neck tell a different story.” He seemed about to say more, perhaps to comment on the drops of blood on Tendou’s cheeks, but the former court jester shot him such a cold look that his mouth shut instantly and he looked for something else to focus his attention on. In this case, his feet.
“Here.” Tendou tossed him a small pouch that jingled with coins as Goshiki caught it. “And if I were to give you a tip: try to get out of here. The forest will soon be swarming with royal soldiers. You don’t want to be here then, believe me.” Goshiki nodded, turned around—and paused. “Take care of yourself, Tendou. You’ve always been one of my favorite dealers. It would be a shame if anything happened to you.”
Without waiting for a reply, he darted through the trees and vanished into the shadows. Smiling, Tendou shook his head and set off on his way back, leading the horse by the reins. He would miss him. Goshiki might have been a bit cheeky at times, but he had always been reliable, and Tendou had actually enjoyed working with him.
However, he now had something more important to do.
You were still sitting exactly where Tendou had left you when he returned, leading the horse behind him. The crackling of the sticks under its hooves startled you and only confirmed his suspicion that you’d dozed off for a moment.
“Where did you get the horse?” Tendou just smiled conspiratorially and put a finger to his lips. “A magician never reveals his tricks.” You rolled your eyes and stood up to walk toward him. “And I thought you were just a court jester. How silly of me.”
“I have many talents you know nothing about.”
Your fingers glided over the animal’s muzzle, and for a moment there was that gentle expression on your face that Tendou loved more than anything. But just as quickly as it had come, it vanished, and you looked up at him. “Are you sure it can carry both of us?”
Tendou nodded. “There’s only one way to find out.” His hands rested on your hips, and before you knew it, he had lifted you into the saddle. “Satori!” He grinned at the indignation in your expression and swung himself into the saddle as well, so that your back was pressed against his chest. “Don’t worry, Princess,” he murmured in your ear. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
Without another word, he spurred the horse on, and they charged through the undergrowth into the black night. Tendou wrapped his arms around your body so he could hold the reins in front of your stomach, guiding the horse over roots and through bushes, always careful not to leave any trace that could be easily followed. He knew that two kilometers ahead, a river would run through the forest. Though not very large, it was enough that the few traces you would leave behind would vanish along with the rushing waters. In his mind, he went over the route in detail once more—the one he had planned for weeks and revised hundreds of times.
After leaving the river, you would have to ride several kilometers north until you reached a large clearing with a rock formation. There, your path would continue eastward, past several small settlements, until you reached the town of Inarizaki. Tendou still had a few favors to call in there, so he was assured of finding lodging for the night. The rest would not last long, only until dawn—enough time for you and the horse to recharge your strength. After that, you would continue eastward to the next forest and from there a little further until you arrived at the cottage that Tendou had chosen for you a very long time ago.
He leaned in slightly so he could whisper in your ear. “I hope you’ll like it. I promised you that I’d take good care of you and that every one of your wishes would be my responsibility. You’ll want for nothing, I promise.” But all he got in response was a soft snore. Puzzled, he paused for a moment before a suppressed chuckle escaped him and he gently kissed your hair. “Don’t worry, darling. Just sleep. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
Tendou Satori x fem!reader
Words: 1.1K
Summary: You've never been a fan of thunderstorms, so Tendou tries to distract you
A/N: It's been raining like crazy recently here so this inspiration came and OF COURSE I had to use it for our darling.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Severe thunderstorms had been sweeping across Japan for days, forcing residents to hole up in their apartments and catch up on all the books and TV shows they’d previously put off because of the nice weather.
Heavy rain had been pounding against your living room windows for hours, and by now even Satori had stopped loudly commenting on the raindrops racing down the glass (he swore that Jeff had cheated and was jealous because Hayato had slept with his wife) and had retreated to the kitchen, where he was doing the dishes while whistling odd tunes to himself.
You tried to tune out the storm in the background as well, but the show on the screen wasn’t nearly as effective as Satori’s ridiculous attempts at commentary. While he’d been hopping up and down next to you and repeatedly pointing out all sorts of raindrops you couldn’t even begin to make out, you’d almost completely forgotten about the storm. You had almost been able to relax. But ever since he’d said goodbye with a cheeky kiss on the tip of your nose, it had become impossible to ignore it.
Your eyes were glued to the screen, and you were trying almost desperately to follow the plot, but you flinched more with every rumble of thunder, and every flash of lightning that streaked across the sky made you burrow yourself further into your sweater.
God, you hated thunderstorms—you always had. There was no specific reason, no childhood trauma or anything like that. Your body had always loathed the feeling of the charged air and the crash of lightning and thunder, sometimes so badly that you couldn’t sleep.
It made you uncomfortable. You weren’t a child anymore; you knew the likelihood of anything happening to you here was very, very low, and yet you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut when a particularly loud clap of thunder echoed through the living room. The storm was getting closer.
You held out for exactly one more flash of lightning before you quickly turned off the TV and slipped into the kitchen in your socks, nearly crashing into Satori’s back as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He chuckled softly and placed the last pan on the sink to let it dry.
“Did anyone miss me? I wasn’t gone that long.” His laughter faded, though, when he felt how deeply you trembled against his back and how tightly you pressed your head between his shoulder blades. He cursed under his breath, quickly dried his soapy hands, then turned around and wrapped his arms around you too, pulling you closer to him. “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetie. I forgot you don’t really like thunderstorms.” That was quite an understatement, but your teeth were clattering too hard for you to say anything.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and rested his chin against it. “Come on. We’ve done enough responsible adult stuff. Now it’s cuddle time.”
With those words, he gently pulled you behind him, reassuringly squeezing your hand every time it thundered, before you reached the bedroom. There, Satori quickly closed the curtains before pulling you onto the bed with him, your head resting on his chest. His heart beat slowly and steadily, drowning out the crash of thunder, and as his hands began to trace gentle circles on your back beneath your sweater, you could feel your breathing gradually matching his and the trembling subside under his warm touch.
Satori’s soft humming filled the room, and the rumbling of his chest filled your body. For a few minutes, apart from him and the storm outside the window, there was complete silence in the room, and slowly you relaxed enough to close your eyes.
“Do you know what actually causes thunder and lightning?” Satori suddenly stopped humming, and from the movement of his chest, you knew he was stretching to look down at you. You hummed softly. You weren’t in the mood for science right now, but if it helped distract you, you’d recite the periodic table of elements by heart.
“No idea, something to do with charge and electrical voltage and stuff.” Satori clicked his tongue. “But no. That’s just the cover-up. That made you pause, open your eyes, and glance up at him. You’d expected a precise explanation, but when you saw his mischievous smile, you knew you should have known better. You’d been with him for almost three years now, and the times Satori had voluntarily given you a serious, factual answer, you could probably count on two hands.
Sighing, you let your head sink back onto his chest and closed your eyes, knowing full well that the story he was about to spin up might take a while. Still, you couldn’t fight the smile on your face.
“Oh, really?”
“Mmm,” he hummed in agreement and began tapping out a rhythm on your shoulder blades with his fingers. “Those are the Thunder Trolls and Lightning Goblins playing volleyball against each other.”
“I see.”
“Yep,” he popped the ‘p’ as his fingers returned to their original patterns. “You know, they’re total arch-enemies. Just like Nekoma and the Crows. Every time the trolls score a point, their fans stomp so hard that the clouds crash into each other and make the sound we call ‘thunder.’ But when the goblins score a point, their coach sets off a little firework every time, which sets the ground—I mean, the clouds—ablaze for a short while, which is why we see lightning. Sometimes, though, he misses and shoots his fireworks at the ground, and we can see lightning. If he aims really badly, he sometimes hits a tree or something.”
You hummed softly to show that you were still listening to his story, but Satori slowly realized that you were drifting off. He smiled gently as he continued his story. From early on, he had noticed that what best distracted you from your fear of thunderstorms was his voice. A hug couldn’t hurt either.
You gradually relaxed, and Satori could feel the tension leaving your muscles as you snuggled closer to him—this time, however, not out of fear, but for comfort.
And as Satori continued to tell you in a hushed voice about the legendary volleyball matches of the creatures of the natural forces, his hands tracing patterns on your back and the thunderstorm rumbling in the background, you slowly but surely sank into a deep, peaceful slumber that made you completely forget that just a few minutes ago you had been sitting on the sofa, trembling and shaking with fear.
Okay, so, I've recieved numerous comments from people saying they want a Part 2 of "Behind the mask" now I do have some ✨ideas✨, however that is Something you are actually interested in? Because I am very proud of this Oneshot and I don't wanna ruin it by writing a Part 2 that is Not AS good.
So, I'll leave the choice to you, as you are the ones, that's be Reading it.
What do you think?
No, keep it as it is. Part 2 never surpasses Part 1
Timeskip!Tendou trying out new chocolate variations on your pussy
-smut, interact at your own risk
(afab!reader, oral sex, food play)
Tendou’s red hair is between your spread legs, his mouth eagerly lapping at your drooling cunt, milk chocolate spread all over your core and inner thighs.
“Honey, could you help me try out new recipes?” were his words 20 minutes ago.
Obviously you thought he wanted you to taste test his creations. Apparently Satori needed your pussy lips to help him and not the ones in your face, which are currently parted, drool smeared across your chin.
Tendou looks at you from between your thighs and backs off slightly.
“Lemme try white Chocolate.”
He reaches for your bedside table, where multiple bowls with melted chocolate and toppings stand. He grabs the bowl with the white Chocolate and a bottle of caramel sauce.
The milk chocolate that he had spread all over your lower body earlier, was already licked away, so Satori begins to put the white liquid all over your messy cunt, the chocolate mixing with your juices. He squeezes the caramel sauce on your clit and begins to taste the mixture, with kitten licks, earning an impatient whine from you.
“Satori, please- I need to cum!”
He grins and shrugs, “Later, baby.”
What a jerk.
You roll your eyes in annoyance, but a few minutes later, they roll back in pleasure again. Satori begins to suck the chocolate from the back to the front, stopping at your entrance, where he pushes his long tongue in and out, rhythmically.
You moan loudly, but before you can get anywhere, he backs off again.
“Can we try Chili and Dark Chocolate now?”
You shriek, “SATORI, NO!”
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, Comments and Reblogs are highly appreciated. Do not steal or copy my work.
n: the chocolate is obviously not hot, just lukewarm kinda
