neuroticpeach

[neuroticpeach]

Three Sets of Hands

this is just a dirty drabble and i don't know what has come over me

but uh

here's some Romeo x Taiga x Reader NSFW drabble stuff

NSFW probably though i dont write anything super explicit i guess???

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Romeo's hand was soft beneath yours, fingers entwined.

Sharp-tongued, his amethyst eyes were contrastedly soft as they looked up to you, up and beyond, meeting Taiga's.

The redhead kissed your shoulder, razor teeth nipping, and his hand clasped over the both of yours, pinning them to the bed.

Romeo's hand. Your hand. Taiga's hand.

You three moved together, beauty and the beast with you locked between.

Breathless.

Kisses. Romeo's lips to yours. To Taiga's. Taiga's lips on your own. Hungrily. Lazily. Beautifully.

Taiga's warmth, his fiery energy, racing, consuming, overwhelming you both.

Romeo's cool calculation, measured precision, sniper eyes finding every target to make both of you cry out.

These two men, equally dangerous and gorgeous in their own measures, protective, possessive of you between them. You, somehow perfectly suited there, yes, a toy, but a beloved one, priceless, unforgettable, they would never let you go.

Everything a blur, kisses and passion and thrusts and heat and moans and cries and pressing and wanting and kissing and kissing and kissing. Your vision was cloudy with the meeting of Romeo's cold tones with Taiga's hot, the commands from either and both, though control never stayed with one or the other, instead volleyed back and forth endlessly, leaving you delirious in the crossfire.

Arched backs and throaty sighs, eager kisses and teasing bites, writhing and pulsating and thrumming, more, more, clenching and thrusting and grinding and more, more.

Two sets of hands exploring you, different but both desperate to pull you along with them, a whirlwind of touch and moans and impatient demands and coy remarks and dirty words, strings of swears so intense that they went beyond obscene all the way back around into poetic, ferociously lovely and delicately salacious.

Beautifully, beautifully sinful.

Your fingers twisted into silvery locks, into crimson strands, gasps of pleasure between purrs and growls of contentment and need, desire and yearning.

A throbbing ache to fill and be filled, animalistic and feral but focused and exacting. Every movement screaming to “keep going,” every push to “right there,” every rolling of hips proclaiming “yes.”

The most selfless Taiga could ever be, devoted to tearing and ripping orgasms from the both of you. The messiest Romeo could ever be, sweaty and wet and only for you and for Taiga. Both men wrapped entirely around you and one another, frantically and determinedly hunting more, craving more, kissing more.

The three of you only stopped when exhausted, spent, when every possible ounce of stamina had been wrung from every muscle, and then only reluctantly, bodies at their limits though minds wanted to keep going in perpetuity.

Taiga kissed your lips, Romeo kissed your lips, and the two pressed their own lips together. Three bodies clung together in perfectly maxed out exertion, heartbeats fluttering and breaths slowing to an exquisite and rare calm.

Three hands folded together, Romeo's, Taiga's, and your own.

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[neuroticpeach]

Freckles: Then and Now (2 of 2)

Part Two: Now

Kaito Fuji x Reader

More on his freckles. : ⋆ ˚｡ (Part One Here)

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GN!Reader will use they/them pronouns and (Y/N)

Here's some promised fluff!

Also I am trying to format a section like WickChat, so I hope that section works. @_@

Freckles 

Body Image 

Self-Esteem Issues 

Friendship/Love 

Developing Relationship

Kaito is NOT chill

Flashbacks and some crying

Dash of fluff

Kaito is bae and i will die on this hill 

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Kaito never really thought about his freckles anymore. 

  Gram had gotten through to him so many years ago, and besides, he had grown to appreciate the freckles of others, too! Sure, when he was just a kid, there didn't seem to be a lot of other bespeckled people in the media, but there had been a shift in culture since then. There were models with freckles, models with vitiligo, models with all manner of various beautiful markings on their skin; so the memory of the school bullies became just that: a memory. 

  The ghoul, of course, had other self-confidence issues, but those issues were never about his freckles. 

  Neither did he exactly love those freckles, though. They were just sort of a thing he took as a fact, like oh, some people are left-handed. Some people are tall. Some people are short. And some people have freckles. 

  Sometimes people might use his freckles as an identifier, though, around the campus. Kaito wasn't the only sun-specked student, though he did seem to be the only ghoul with the little dots (Subaru had a beauty mark, sure, but that was a little different. And who knows if that was a natural thing??? Like, Kaito didn't think badly of Hotarubi's captain for it if it wasn't real, a guy is allowed to make changes to obtain a certain look. Kaito had been keeping up on bleaching his hair for forever, after all). So someone might be like, “oh, that ghoul with the freckles”—though if identifying Kaito, it was more likely to be “that loud ghoul” (hey, what's that supposed to mean?!) or “the one that Errant guy hangs out with” (Really?! Luca always stealing the spotlight…that guy…) or “the one Romeo's always chasing around” (EEEK!) or even “the one that is obviously head-over-heels for (Y/N)” (of course, if he heard that last one, Kaito might just scream, babble, pass out, or some combination of the three. D-Did everyone know?!). 

  There was something that happened, though, that made him think a little bit more about those freckles. Or a lot more. 

  Your trio (Kaito, Luca, and you) loved to spend time together when there was an opportunity. As much as the blond thought of the Transfer Student as competition, and sometimes just too cool (aw, man! Luca was always being all debonair and seeming to catch your attention without even trying!), Kaito still considered Luca a friend. And it didn’t hurt, either, that with another person there, Kaito didn't have to get nervous about finding something to say—preferably something that didn't make him want to hide in a hole for the next three years. You could delete and edit comments online, but it wasn't something you could do in person. 

  Luca was even such a nice guy that he got tickets for the three of you to go to a planetarium. That seemed pretty fun (and the Transfer Student also thought educational, weird for your day off, dude, but okay), and it seemed one of the rare times when all three of you didn't have something else going on. 

  Or, so you thought. 

  The day you were supposed to go, Luca had texted both of you in a group chat, apologetically (and at five am, geez, sleep in a little, guy): 

  …

  L: I am so deeply sorry! I will not be able to attend our planetarium trip today! I've received a call that demands my attention. 

  K: Dude didn't you buy the tix tho? :/

  L: Yes, and I'm afraid they're nonrefundable with less than 24 hours notice. Perhaps you can take another friend? 

  ________________I could check around?

  ________________See who's available?

  ________________Is everything okay, Luca? 

  L: Yes, fine. Just sudden. Some family business. Not to worry! 

  K: not to worry at 5 am he says =_=;; 

  K: (Y/N), what if we go just the two of us?

  …

  (Kaito typed that up but wasn't brave enough to send it, instead deleting it right away) 

  …

  K: yeah we'll just see who else wants to go 

  ________________yeah, I'll ask! but if not

  ________________we'll have fun anyway.

  ________________we can do something with the 3 of us later 

  …

  And so, Kaito now was struggling to figure out who else to invite along. 

  He'd be lying if he said the idea of inviting someone you might you know… hit it off with… didn't make him well, jealous. But that wasn't fair to you either. He didn't want to put you in the position of a sudden one on one situation. That ALSO wouldn't be fair. but still…. uuuuurgh! why was this such a tough choice! 

  He breathed a sigh of relief when you messaged him back, privately, and almost immediately.

  …

  ________________Hey, Kaito?

  K: What's up? 

  ________________Tbh I've kinda had a long week.

  ________________do you mind if we just go the two of us?

  ________________not feeling trying to ask someone last minute.

  …

Hoo, boy. Now despite his sigh of relief, Kaito's heart was hammering. 

  Just the two of you?! 

  Like a date???!!!

  …

    ________________…if it's okay with you of course.

  K: No hey! It's totally cool if you want to kinda take a break! You work so hard! 

  ________________Thank you Kaito.

  ________________I'll see you later then? 

  K: You can count on me! 😊

  …

  Okay, so it wasn't exactly a date, but Kaito could empathize with feeling a little burned out. And he absolutely would try to help you out. You probably wouldn't want the added pressure of like, an actual date. Just something chill. 

  Sure. He could do chill. Totally. Absolutely. Chill.

  Spending time with you would be just a happy perk. 

  It's not like he spent an extra fifteen minutes in the shower to make sure he smelled good. Or an extra twenty minutes staring at his clothes to figure out what to wear. Or an extra hour trying to get his hair just right (stupid cowlick). 

  Chill. He could be chill. 

  He realized when he had spent the last five minutes trying to get the same stubborn eyebrow hair to lie a certain way in the mirror that this was all entirely ridiculous and not at all chill. He sighed and fell with his forehead leaning against the mirror. 

  “C'mon, Kaito, pull yourself together,” he muttered to himself. With a huff that momentarily fogged the mirror, he stood back upright to his full height, slapping his own cheeks to try to bring himself out of whatever hole he had mentally dug into. 

  Feeling probably… mostly… ready to go, he forced himself to head out to meet you where you had agreed. 

  -oOo- 

  Despite all his worries, falling into step alongside you came to Kaito more easily than he thought possible. That was sort of the thing with you, wasn't it? You seemed to always accept him for who he was, as erratic as he was, as loud as he was, as cowardly as he was. 

  You had to be the absolute kindest person in the whole world, he was pretty sure. 

  When you met up, Kaito's sharp eyes did pick up on the small things that further helped him to understand your earlier messages. A slight darkness under your eyes (still super cute though) gave him the impression you hadn't been sleeping well. He noticed how you were standing with your body sort of pulled inward, as though you were trying to be small. He noticed the nervous fiddling but not-quite-picking you did at the edge of your cuticles. He caught the way you kept looking downward. 

  Oh. 

  You really had had a long week. 

  Here he had been so worried about making a good impression that he hadn't stopped to think beyond the surface level of your messages. Lame, Kaito! he privately chided himself, then vowed to make this [totally not] date perfect! He'd take your mind off everything that was bothering you! 

  “Oh, hey, (Y/N), we still have a while before the show starts,” he remarked in (what he hoped sounded like) a casual manner. “Look at this!” He pulled up a screen of local events on his phone. There was a small “Crafts and Snacks” fair going on nearby. Despite your sour mood, Kaito's grin was infectious. “Entry's free, and we'd be supporting some locals.” 

  Modest booths and tables had been set up along a section of roadway, draped with colorful tablecloths and banners. Some vendors clearly intended to stay at this fair into the evening, having set up lights that Kaito thought would probably look great after dark. 

  He spent little time in ushering you to some of the brightest and hopefully most cheerful booths. “Ah, (Y/N), look! These guys 3D printed a bunch of cartoon characters!” His eyes widened in amazement. “Whoa! They even have articulated little joints, neat!” 

  You laughed, some of your earlier tension seeping out as you watched Kaito bending one of the tester toys around. “I didn't know the 3D printers had so many color options,” you remarked. 

  “Some of them do,” The vendor, a woman in her thirties with a small toddler strapped to her chest to watch people come and go, smiled proudly as she moved some of the toys around on the table. “But some of them, I paint.” She winked conspiratorially at you as she brought out a palm-sized UV-light. She waved it over some of the wares, and you and Kaito both “ooh"ed as some of them twinkled like rainbow-colored stars. 

  Your companion was completely sold. “Oh cool!” Kaito took his wallet out and started to count out some money. He was glad he had saved up a little for this. “Can I get the little strawberry guy and…” His grin turned to you. “Which one do you want? My treat.” 

  You felt another wave of weight fall from your shoulders; the ghoul always did have a talent for calming your nerves. “Uh… I like the little peanut?” 

  “Hehe, like strawberry PB&J!” he laughed, counting out the cost based on what the vendor had posted. She had to bend a moment beneath her table to reach for change, and when she did was when a minor disaster unfolded. 

  The woman bent down, the toddler reached for a bottle of paint that was just barely within their arms length, and tiny hands grabbed and then immediately tossed down the small bottle. The toddler's strength must have been more than anticipated, or the bottle wasn't closed properly, or some combination of the two, but when the bottom of the bottle bounced off the table, its lid flew off, and a spray of paint directly splattered over Kaito's face and shirt. 

  “Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!” the woman quickly apologized, frantically moving to find towels or napkins to try to help Kaito clean up. The ghoul's face momentarily froze with shock at the situation. He had taken so long to pick out this shirt….! 

  Then you started to laugh in earnest, and it spread to him. He leaned down to make eye contact with the toddler. “Ne, trying to be an artist like your mom?” he mock-scolded, much to the vendor's relief. 

  “I am really SO sorry!” she apologized again, handing Kaito a napkin he used to pat a blotch on his shirt. “You can have those ones on the house!” 

  Kaito waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, it's okay. Just a shirt. And my face is washable,” he replied. He leaned just a little closer to the woman, hiding his face with a hand as he whispered to her. “And you got (Y/N) to laugh. So keep the change.” 

  You didn’t catch that last part, of course, but the vendor's smile gained an air of knowing as she nodded. She attached the two toys you had picked out to keychain clips, and Kaito put his immediately onto a belt loop. You clipped your own to your house keys when he handed it to you. 

  “Think we have enough time to grab a snack before the planetarium show?” he offered, and for the first time that week, you were looking forward to something. 

  -oOo- 

  “And because of the lights moving around, sometimes the show can make you feel a little motion sick.” The presenter at the Planetarium was going over some of the opening notes at the show, and you and Kaito listened attentively. “We encourage anyone who has trouble with vertigo or any medical balance issues to have a seat on one of the aisle seats, so you can feel free to step out if you need to. And if you do feel dizzy or nauseous, maybe close your eyes for a few minutes.” 

  Kaito looked your way with that same characteristic grin as the lights started to dim and a faint music started to play, and you couldn't help smiling back. 

  That's when you noticed the speckles. 

  Evidently, the paint that had earlier exploded on Kaito's face had not been completely wiped away, and furthermore, it seemed to be some of the glow-in-the-dark variety. Smears and remnants glimmered on his face, luminous in the starlit dark. 

  “Kaito,” you whispered, and his teal eyes looked back at you curiously in the dark. “You, uh…” You reached up and brushed a thumb over one of the smears on his cheekbone, rubbing a little to see if it would come off. When it didn't, you quietly laughed. “Aw. Your freckles.” 

  And Kaito felt like he fell into a deep, dark pit. 

  You looked on in confusion as he turned away and slouched down, way down in his seat. 

  His hands suddenly felt clammy, but in a way, so did his chest, tight and cold and painful. There was no way this was happening, you wouldn't be like that, no way… 

  “Kaito? Hey…?” you asked softly, leaning close and trying to place a comforting hand on his where he had gripped the armrest. He jumped and pulled away. 

  “I think… I'm gonna be sick…” Feeling his eyes well with tears, he stood and bolted from the planetarium. 

  -oOo-

  Of course you followed him. 

  You didn't have to look far. There was a space just outside the dome-like theater where a person could go if they needed some air, and Kaito was there, bent over with his hands on his knees, trying to calm his breathing and his gushing tears. 

  “Kaito? Hey, you okay?” you asked with concern. 

  His back to you, he stood and sniffled a few times as he tried to find his voice. “H-hey. Sorry. Yeah, I don't… yeah,” he muttered unconvincingly, still turned away. 

  Worried you might've done something to somehow hurt him, you took a step towards him. “Sorry if I… hurt your face?” You blushed a little. “I sorta invaded your personal space there, too, I should've asked.” 

  A few more sniffles, and one very ungraceful snort. “Wha-? No, I…” He looked back at you slowly. “I thought…” Now he was the one blushing. “Thought maybe you were. Trying to hide the freckles?” Now that he voiced it out loud, it felt entirely idiotic. 

  You didn't give him time to dwell on it, moving forward quickly, taking his incredulous face in both your hands, bringing his gaze to look at you. “What? No!” you retorted gently, thumbs brushing along those same aforementioned freckles. He was trembling slightly in your grasp. “I just noticed you had some paint on them, still,” you explained, watching his eyes shimmer with tears and understanding. “I like your freckles, Kaito.” 

  His heart felt like it was swelling, and his face was growing warm. “You… You do?” 

  “Yes,” you answered easily, trying to smile at him reassuringly. “They're like little stars.” You looked around where you stood as though in emphasis. “People pay good money to come to a planetarium to see stars, and you have them right here all the time.” 

  He took a breath that sent a shudder through him, but you noticed his shaking slowed after the breath. “Like… constellations?” 

  “Mmhm.” You let your hands fall from his face as he calmed, slipping one hand consolingly into his. “They're really very beautiful, Kaito.” 

  His heart did a backflip when you leaned forward and placed the tiniest kiss to the bridge of his nose. 

  You gave his hand a squeeze, feeling your own heart flutter as you let go and started back towards the planetarium. “Come back in when you're ready,” you said softly. “I'll save your seat.” 

  It took several moments, as you walked away, for Kaito's brain to reboot. 

  You thought. His freckles. Were beautiful? 

  He was never ever ever ever ever EVER going to do something to hide those freckles again. 

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[neuroticpeach]

Freckles: Then and Now (1 of 2)

Part One: Then

Kaito Fuji x Reader (In part 2, anyway! Part 1 is backstory!)

One of Kaito's prominent features has always been his freckles. : ⋆ ˚｡

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Freckles

Body Image 

Self-Esteem Issues

Backstory 

Kids are mean sometimes

Kaito's Gram 

Make-up

Hopefully I didn't mess things up too badly so close to a potential lore drop

Will be a two-parter, will link part two at the end!

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None of the people on the magazine covers had freckles. 

  Nearly every manga hero Kaito had ever read had beautiful, flawless skin, without a single mark. He didn't equate that to real life for a long time—come on, manga was cool (to him), but he wasn't a dummy! He knew it wasn't real life. 

  But then when he started school, some things, unfortunately, came to his attention. 

  He wanted to make friends! Especially with the pretty girls! And yet… 

  Some of the kids would play with him, sure, but sometimes they would turn to each other and whisper. Sometimes they'd be looking at him while they did, and then they would laugh. That should be good, right? All the articles and stuff said people liked when other people had a sense of humor. 

  So why did it make Kaito feel so bad? 

  Then came picture day. Kaito wore his favorite shirt at the time (So cool! It matched his eyes and made them look brighter), and Gram had muttered about how a more traditional fit might look better, but she had helped Kaito comb his hair anyway (even got one of the cowlicks to lay flat for all of five minutes) and even mentioned her pre-order for the prints. It was gonna be so, so cool. 

  He grinned big when the camera flashed, making sure to not grin so wide that you couldn't see his eyes—he thought he had pretty eyes so he wanted to make sure they were open! To go with the shirt!—and even managed what was a super-popular pose with his hand framing his face beneath his chin. Awesome! 

  But there was laughing from other kids when he went to sit back down, and then… more whispering. He smiled back at one group of girls, and they burst into more laughter. What the heck? Maybe they just really liked his shirt?  

  And oh my gosh! One of them was coming over to talk to him! Yes! He straightened up his posture and smiled brightly once again as she approached. 

  “Ne, Fuji-kun, you forgot something in your picture,” she said, and that threw him. His expression flickered to one of uncertainty as the girl put something down on the desk in front of him. 

  At first when he looked down, he thought it was a big eraser? After a moment of study, he realized it was… makeup. 

  His teal eyes that he was so proud of looked up from the cream-colored stick to the girl who had placed it, filled with confusion. 

  She smirked. “Maybe you can cover up some of those freckles next time!” 

  Then the others laughed again. 

  …oh. 

  Kaito breathed in deeply a few times, trying to quell the hurt, but there was no stopping it. His vision went cloudy with big tears, but before they fell, he ran. 

  He could still hear them laughing, but he ran. 

  -oOo- 

  When he got home, Kaito was glad for his small size. He was careful as could be, not wanting anyone to see his face as red as it was from crying as long as he had. He was also pretty sure he had got some snot on his favorite shirt, but what did it matter anyway? 

  “...cover up some of those freckles next time!” 

  He wanted to go to his room, but he also was a little worried someone might notice the closed door and come and talk to him. He really didn't feel like talking right now. 

  After some thought, he wandered to Gram's room. 

  The old woman was out, but Kaito always kinda liked that room. Everything was always so neat and tidy, and it smelled a little like the body powder Gram used, so kinda like flowers and vanilla. Gram had a lot of things that were old like her, but not the old like a broken toy or worn out car you might find in an overgrown lot. The things in Gram's room were old like a fancy talisman that a hero was sent to fetch, or like a long lost necklace from a beloved but gone queen; “sparkle old,” he thought, though Gram would probably just say “antique.” 

  Kaito would never touch the things in there, not usually. He just let his eyes traveled over them, admiring the way the silver pieces looked cold no matter the weather, the way the copper pieces had a sort of blue-green in the corners. Gram had called that “Patty Nah” or something. Whatever, he liked it. Even the wooden parts of furniture were nice in Gram's room, all polished and smelling like a forest. 

  This time, though, he was drawn to Gram's vanity. Not that the woman wore a lot of makeup; she had some opinions about too much makeup, and besides, who was she trying to impress? But women had vanities, Gram said, and so she maintained a very tidy, modest table with all her brushes and combs and powders and even some tubes of lipsticks. 

  “...cover up some of those freckles…” 

  Hardly knowing what he was doing, Kaito climbed up on the chair by the vanity, sitting on his knees so he could see himself in the mirror. What was the big deal? It was just some little spots on his face. He still was a good-looking kid, right? He could be handsome. 

  Right? 

  His small hands shaking, he reached towards the closest thing; a silver, chalice-looking sparkle-old with little leaves on the top. He opened it and saw a sort of green paste. 

  Weird. Gram never looked green. 

  He poked one finger in the stuff, and it was sort of cool and sticky like mud. Experimentally, he rubbed it between two fingers. He saw some of it absorbed. Oh, okay. So it didn't stay green. 

  Looking in the mirror again, he tapped some of it on the bridge of his nose. 

  “This is stupid,” he muttered aloud to himself, but rubbed a little more of the stuff over the bridge of his nose, the higher peaks of his cheeks… over the majority of the freckles, to be precise. 

  After a bit of rubbing it in, it didn't look green anymore, and it felt kind of cool, but… there didn't seem to be any effect on the little sun-specks. 

  “Well ‘course not! It's like some kinda lotion or something!” The small child practically yelled at himself in the mirror. 

  Shaking a little more, almost feeling angry about it now, why would that have done anything, stupid, stupid, stupid—! 

  There was a more transparent jar on the table, too, a little more modern-looking. A beautiful woman smiled welcomingly on its label, not a single blemish to be seen. Kaito opened it and noted a different cream, this one a fair but tawny beige. 

  “...cover up…” 

  Two fingertips pressed into the cream this time, and Kaito smeared it over the bridge of his nose. It was a little more yellow than his own skin tone, but he didn’t see any freckles showing through it. 

  So he smeared on more. 

  Painting his face with the pigment, he covered the majority of the freckles first, then started seeking out the strays, the little specks that defied the trends and dotted his chin or his forehead. He tried to hold it back, but soon he was crying again, setting off a vicious cycle where a tear would rinse away some of the makeup, and he'd apply more, and the makeup would crack and collect in the creases formed from his expressions, and he'd see more freckles uncovered, and he'd hear those girls laughing, and his tears would well up more… 

  “Kaito.” 

  The jar clattered as, surprised, Kaito knocked it with a shaking hand. He turned and saw his grandmother standing in the doorway… and he burst into more tears. 

  “Th-they told me… my fr-freckles…” he sobbed, shoulders heaving. “I sh-should…. cover them! Th-they laughed… at m-m-meeeeee……!” 

  He rubbed at his face, effectively wiping away any makeup he had applied and further covering the sleeves of his favorite shirt with snot and tears, but there was no stopping it. All he felt was that moment, and he couldn't even consider the possibility of getting in trouble for touching Gram's things, for messing with makeup when Gram always talked about it being a woman's thing, that even considering it was not worthy of a young man, much less a Fuji. 

  The family Matriarch listened to Kaito's blabbering without comment, instead slowly approaching him. She placed one wrinkled hand in his hair, atop his head. The tears kept flowing, seemingly endless, but Gram let him cry for a long moment. 

  When the elderly woman finally began to speak, Kaito's weeping simmered down to a low sniffle. 

  “When the gods saw fit to separate the people of earth,” she said slowly, the slightest smile playing on her features. “Some of them were sad because they worried they were separating families. 

  “Some of those same gods argued: ‘we gave them ships, and feet with which to walk. They need only follow the maps we have left so brightly in the sky.’

  “‘But these maps,’ some of the gods argued back with concern, ‘we left them in the stars. How are they supposed to find home when the sun is shining in the daytime?’

  “‘We will bless some of them,’ other gods explained, ‘By placing constellations on their skin, so they can always find the way home, if they only look to the secret helpers we have placed among them.’” 

  As Gram finished her story, Kaito's tears had slowed. He looked up meekly at his grandmother, one more solid swipe of sleeve clearing away both makeup and tears. Gram tapped one finger at her own cheekbones, pointing out the freckles that dotted her own skin with a soft smile. 

  “Secret helpers, Kaito,” she quietly repeated. “And anyone worth your attention will recognize those constellations on your skin. Anyone who doesn't is foolish. Understand?” 

  Kaito had found his breath again, and he nodded slowly. Gram reached over effortlessly and grabbed a tissue from her various vanity items before wiping away the smeared—and let's be honest, poorly matched—makeup from his skin. 

  “Your freckles are beautiful. Don't ever let anyone tell you differently.” 

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Part Two

[neuroticpeach]

What Kitty-Kat Wants

Taiga Hoshibami x Reader

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Inspired by the "Beast's Lair" SSR card! (Gacha gods, give me the card please I beg. TT_TT)

Taiga wants to take care of his Kitty-kat.

As I started writing this, I realized it might fit into my "Taiga's Trial Run" series, but I am trying to make all the parts of that able to stand independently. So there is a little bit of a time loop happening and some references to the other parts in the series, but vaguely so.

Also I wanted some soft Taiga. But not too soft. He still bites.

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Smutty section will be separated by " · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·" so feel free to skip if you wish.

Slight spoilers to Episode 16 (City of Ill Omens).

GN!Reader will use they/them pronouns but in the smutty section has a vagina.

NSFW CONTENT! MINORS DNI!

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Taking someone to the movies was something you were supposed to do when you were dating, Taiga thought. 

  It seemed kinda tame, to be honest, but what the hell. If he was gonna keep his kitty-cat happy, had to give ‘em some softer moments once in a while, right? After all, you were a scared, shaking kitten, not a feral beast like him. He had to treat you right. 

  He knew his own brain had these… holes. He knew how often he would forget had to be numerous, and he didn't want to dwell too long on how many times he must've threatened you, held a gun to your head (had he ever actually shot at you? He couldn't remember. But why did he have this faint image in his brain of a slice across your cheek, the smell of gunpowder charring the air black as a single drop of red slid down?) or just… didn't even recall your name. 

  Sinostra's Captain was willing to be (and was) a lot of things, but he didn't want to be a shitty boyfriend. 

  So if Kitty-kat wants a dull movie date, then Kitty-kat gets what Kitty-kat wants.

  Just so long as you didn't expect him to remember the movie (you did not). 

  The darkness of the theater was a pleasant excuse, too. How often you caught the redhead staring at you, he had no clue, but stare he did. Your face lit by alternating colors on the screen, emotions playing out on your features as you empathized with whatever was going on, Taiga's cat-like eyes studied you, trying to commit you to memory. Remember. Remember, he found his thoughts repeating. It's important. Gonna try to save ‘em this time. 

  Was that all? It wasn't, not anymore. He had cared before, he thought, but never like this. This time was truly something different. 

  So could the ending be different? 

  You glanced up at him a moment, maybe trying to catch his response to something in the movie, but your eyes momentarily widened when you caught his gaze, his adamant stare. He grinned, and the intensity of his continued stare made your cheeks redden, so you started to turn your head. 

  Long fingers tipped with black polished nails grabbed your chin before you could look away, and Taiga slyly pulled you into a kiss. The contact between your lips felt to him like what the opposite of a Mesmer match must be; in one warm, wet moment where you tasted faintly of movie popcorn, he thought maybe he could remember… well. Everything. 

  You slipped back carefully, and he let you. Your attention turned back to the screen, and his arm rested around your shoulders. You actually snuggled into him, and he chuckled deeply. My kitten is being cuddly~. 

  God, what a sap he was becoming this go around, though he knew no one would ever believe it. 

  When the movie finally ended (must've been some really emotional shit because you were smiling pretty wide but your face was wet with tears. Taiga couldn't remember a single thing but your expression was oddly…cute), he stretched sinuously as he got up from the chair. “That what you wanted?” he asked, one hand offered palm up towards you. 

  You slipped your hand into his, marveling at how easy these sort of moments were becoming as you also got to your feet. “...Yes. Thank you, Taiga,” you said quietly, wiping a bit at your face. 

  Taiga laughed, his flaming hair waving curtain-like as he threw his head back in that heart-stopping way he had. “Gyahaha! Just a movie got you all worked up?” He brushed one thumb over your cheek, catching a lingering teardrop. Without thinking, he brought that same thumb to his mouth and tasted that tear. Something about the way his eyes glimmered when he did so made your heart clench. “Not exactly a thrill ride but I guess if you liked it,” he shrugged, his body slowly shifting into a more relaxed gait as you started the walk back. 

  As you had expected after your first “date” had gone the way it had (good from one perspective because you had kissed, and kissing Taiga was like what you imagined skydiving was like: exhilarating and fun but still potentially dangerous…and bad in another perspective because there was no WAY you two were gonna get another R&R permit any time soon), leaving the campus together was no longer a date option, at least at the moment. But Taiga was Taiga, and Sinostra was Sinostra, and though the means that he obtained things for his kitten were questionable, maybe it was the thought that counted? 

  After all, if he was thinking of you, he was remembering you. 

  It was a pleasant change, then, being brought to what seemed quite a posh hotel after your date. Darkwick's expansive campus was full of surprises, with different ecosystems and a casino and a forest of eternal night and a desert and a frozen winter realm and a defunct cathedral and a spooky disused carnival so… fancy hotel? Why not. 

  The warm amber-brown walls with their gilded wainscoting seemed to bring out the warmth in Taiga's hair, reflections almost blending the golden undertones into the top crimson layers. His movements, which you often admired for their easy, unguarded grace, took him about the room in serpentine paths after you checked in. “Not bad,” he muttered aloud. He smirked as he looked over his shoulder at you. “Better than some other lodgings we've had, huh?” 

  You raised an eyebrow at him as you sat on the bed. Whether the sheets were white or the palest gold, you couldn't be sure because of the lighting. “Which lodgings would that be?” 

  Taiga's easy expression momentarily slackened, and he closed his eyes for a beat. You watched the slightest twitch at his brow as he thought. “Which… yeah, don't tell me…” He snapped his fingers suddenly, grinning again as his citrine eyes opened. “Yeah, that training thing. The Shi San Long or something like that, we had those pitiful rooms.” 

  You smiled warmly back at him. “Yeah. We did.” You loved when he remembered something, especially when it had to do with you. 

  Did you know how much it meant to him, though, as well? 

  Taiga felt like his brain was humming, but in a pleasant way. His languid walk towards you had you locked into his every movement. “I remember your outfit, too,” he said with a sparkle of mischief on his face. He leaned down and traced a black nail teasingly over your knee, and you couldn't hold back a shudder. “That Qipao was sexy on you.” 

  You felt your face heat up, and surprised yourself by not holding back your own words: “Okay, but can we talk about your outfit?” 

  He paused, standing upright again and looking at you curiously. “Ah? The one with the cropped jacket thing?” His lashes lowered and his smile took on a devilish aura. “You liked that, huh?” 

  Well, there was no stopping this now that you had let it slip. “It was… the shirt,” you muttered, suddenly very aware of your current location. On this large bed. In a room with Taiga. Alone. “You. Uh. Have a nice waist?” 

  Yellow-green eyes blinked twice before he tossed his head back in another loud laugh. Those same eyes then narrowed back at you, the corner of his grin flashing a glimpse of sharp teeth. “Really did have dirty thoughts, did ya?” 

  You felt your heart flutter under his gaze, and your mouth opened, closed, reopened wordlessly a few times. How did you answer something like that? 

  His expression softening, Taiga didn't fill the silence with words, instead fluidly moving to sit down on the edge of the bed, his back to you. After a quiet moment facing away from you, you realized he had both hands situated in front of himself. Before you could think to voice your curiosity, he slid his shirt—which you understood now he had been unbuttoning—down and back over his shoulders. You couldn't help the rapidly warming blush rising to your cheeks as he leaned back, bare-chested now, smiling over his shoulder at you. 

  “Like what you see?~” he teased, then laughed again, deeper and quieter this time, when you stared, awestruck, dumbfounded, the only sound you were able to manage being a small and rather pathetic squeak somewhere from the back of your throat. 

  The sound of fabric being pushed aside as he finished removing the shirt felt like it echoed in the room. Taiga twisted, practically crawling across the bed to you with that same sultry grin. “My kitten made the smallest little mew~,” he remarked, a shiver running through you. He caged you in beneath him as you laid back almost automatically to his approach. 

  Your eyes didn't seem to know where to linger—eyes? chest? waist?—, but his did. He delighted in watching you beneath him, flush and heart pounding, that shiver he noticed from day one (possibly? Or was that a subsequent meeting…?) flowing through you, and so his ember-like eyes settled determinedly on yours. Easily supporting himself on one arm (you saw the muscle flex and it sent heat to some of the deepest parts of you), Taiga trailed his other hand across your cheek, resting a thumb on your lower lip. 

  “Scared?” he asked, though on some level, he realized he was asking himself. Of course, I'm scared. I'm fucking terrified, he admitted to himself, but never aloud. I don't let people in. I don't do this romantic shit. What the hell is wrong with me? 

  You swallowed, your tongue darting out to wet your lips; you tasted the tip of his thumb just slightly when you did so. “Taiga, I don't… I don't take any of this lightly,” you stammered. 

  His eyes—those piercing, inhuman, and yet so incredibly captivating eyes—bore into you with a fire that felt both consuming and renewing. “I know that,” he whispered back; actually whispered, maybe one of the softest sounds you'd ever heard. “And d’ya know what? Neither do I.” 

  How did these few seconds seem to stretch for an eternity? 

  The first to move, Taiga's hand left your cheek, pressing slowly down from your shoulder, then around to the side of your chest; another small sound, closer to a sigh, traveled unbidden from your lips as his hands traveled smoothly lower to rest on your waist. 

  “Touch me,” he said, the words a command but his eyes a pleading request. 

  You mirrored his movements, though with considerably more tremor when you felt the heat of his skin, the tension of muscles along a slender frame. He ran hot. The temperature almost seemed like it should burn, but it didn't, not quite. And wasn't that so like Taiga? Sharp teeth and wild, fearsome eyes but lips (you had been learning) soft as silk; memory like a sieve but intellect like a blade; dangerous and threatening and infuriating but relaxed and playful and even sometimes a little silly.

  You hardly noticed the quickening pace of his breaths as your own were slowly picking up speed. “Taiga…” You tried to speak, but it came out as more of a whine. “I… I want…” 

  He leaned down to you, those soft lips pressing, close-mouthed but lingering, to your own. When he broke the kiss a beat after, you were still close enough that you could feel the flutter of his eyelashes as he blinked. 

  “What Kitty-kat wants,” he murmured, voice low and feeling as though it was enveloping you completely. “...Kitty-kat gets.” 

  You could hardly believe it was happening, but you also couldn't stop it. 

  Not that you wanted to. 

  “Y-you, Taiga.” You heard your own voice as though far away, a floating sensation over your senses even though you remained firmly pinned beneath him. “I want you.” 

  He shuddered, a sigh (of relief?) escaping his lips before he grinned. “Then you can have me.” 

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  In an instant, he was kissing you again, more deeply this time, pressing that bare chest against you. You let your hands wander across his waist, his sides, his back, wishing you could absorb the feel of him through your fingertips as his tongue slid exploratively against your own. 

  You could feel his length, pressing hard and insistently against your thigh. As you shifted against him, a moan escaped the kiss and you weren't entirely sure whether it came from you or from him. Then he growled, that one you knew was him, and you gasped as that growl transitioned into quick teeth and hands on a mission to remove every speck of fabric that separated you. 

  You alternatively scolded and encouraged your own hands as they fumbled with the tie on Taiga's pants, eager to help him along with getting rid of clothing. Lips crashed against lips, and before you knew it, you could feel all of him against you. 

  His mind was a smudgy, racing, but soothing blur as he let himself fall into the moment, focusing on each touch, each caress, each moan and whimper he could get out of you only encouraging him more. He unabashedly grinned at you, knew you could feel how hard he was as he pressed your hips together, then kissed your shocked and needy face again, lips, cheeks, jawline, throat. He let his teeth trail with the slightest pressure along your pulse, feeling it quicken as he let one of his hands slide down to your throbbing, wet need. 

  It was when he slid one finger, then two, into you, that you realized he wasn't wearing his usual rings. You wondered for a moment about why you noticed this so particularly, but you didn't have much time to think as Taiga curled those fingers inside you and you cried out his name. 

  “Mmm…. you're so wet,” he purred against your throat, “is this all for me, babe?” 

  What the hell did you say to something like that?! 

  Fortunately, your whining moans seemed to be enough of an answer for him. His fingers continued to work in and out of you, and your hips thrust up to him eagerly as he continued to pepper kisses everywhere he could. Moving just so one thumb—the same thumb that had rested at your lips not but a few moments ago–pressed and rubbed at your swollen clit at the exact moment he bit down on your shoulder, you cried out again, whimpering and needy at the sensation of the pleasure mixing with the sharp pain. 

  The cry, or the slight taste of blood, or both, pulled another deep moan from Taiga. You whimpered and your hips bucked as his fingers slid out from you, keening at the loss, but Taiga only grabbed your hand and pressed it against his hard dick before insistently plunging his fingers back into you. “God damn it,” he swore, his own hips bucking. “Do you feel that? That's what you did to me.” 

  Not wanting him to stop with his own hand, you moved yours, stroking him slow at first, but gripping with more pressure when he reacted with grunts of pleasure and increased thrusts against your hand. He kissed you again, and again, and again, the iron taste of your blood still fresh on his lips, his hand working tirelessly at your core. 

  You were seeing stars, and he knew it, and God damn, he was going to chase you into them, grab one for himself, and swallow it whole. 

  “Come for me, Kitty-kat,” he growled against your lips, and you immediately obliged, writhing and crying out below him. He laughed, deep and pleased that it was him doing this to you, making you feel like this. “Ah, yes. Yes, babe, just like that.” 

  Your high cascaded around you, and just as you thought you might feel yourself float down, Taiga wrenched his body back from yours. Those devilish fingers still curling into you, he grunted and swiftly hiked one of your legs over his shoulder. “Wha-what‐?” you questioned, still drunk from your orgasm.

  He answered with a wide grin before crashing his mouth between your legs. 

  His tongue hungrily joined his fingers, his free hand sliding beneath the small of your back to lift you into his gluttonous ministrations. The taste of you was driving him insane, the noises you made making him twitch his hips involuntarily. “T-Taiga!!” You felt like you might explode, not wanting him to ever stop but also wanting more, more. “Pl-please! F-Fuck, Taiga! Want…you!” 

  Practically snarling, your begging finally convinced him to pry himself from your wetness, and when he kissed you, you could taste your own come, and the naughtiness of it had you groaning and whimpering but eagerly kissing back. 

  He gripped his own hard length, pumping it between you and moaning into your messy kissing, before sliding the tip along your entrance almost agonizingly slow. “Fuck, Kitten. My Kitten,” he groaned. “You want me to fuck you?” 

  You whimpered again, your hips twitching upward as you nodded and kissed him again, off target and pathetic but, he thought, so fucking sexy. “Please!” 

  When his hips rolled into you, you almost came again right away. Almost.

  Your moans came out simultaneously, the redhead pausing as he felt you clench around him. “So tight… fuck…” he moaned again. 

  Then he began to rock his hips. 

  Pushing into you, the walls of your deep, wet heat clenching onto him, Taiga kissed and bit hungrily at your skin, surely leaving some marks but nothing permanent, he'd make sure to take care of you, you were his kitten and besides, he'd determined he would mark you like this again and again. “Yes, yes, just like that,” he growled, savoring the feel of you around him, clinging to him, kissing him, the taste of you, how soaking wet you were for him. 

  Somewhere in the back of his mind, momentarily shrouded because his blood was rushing lower, he had the thought: he was addicted now. Even if this didn't work, if he ended up fucking this up, this was what he wanted, you and him, like this, over and over, if he had to kill for it, so be it, if he had to die for it, so fucking be it. 

  He picked up pace, slamming into you to eagerly chase his own high and maybe, just maybe, get you there with him once more. You pushed back against him in a feverish daze, no coherent grasp on what you wanted to do next, where to grab at him, where to kiss, when to moan, when to cry out, just that you had to be closer, closer, closer. 

  Then Taiga's chanting of your name, his swears and pet names, started to trail off, replaced by mindless babbling. You looked up to see his eyes closed in concentration, his lips quivering as he gasped and thrust. Gently, you wiped a smear of what you were certain was your blood from those lips, then caught them in a kiss. 

  That was it. Your connecting lips sent him over the edge, and he moaned against you, and you felt his hips jerk as he pulled your body flush against his own, trembling with release. His bucking and climaxing peaked then slowed and came almost to a standstill. 

  Citrine eyes looked lustily up at you, and you smiled softly, though you both noticed the smallest tremors still between you. “Kitty… kat…” he murmured against your lips. 

  “My Taiga…” you whispered back, one hand sliding lovingly back and forth across his back and shoulders. 

  The redhead closed his eyes again, moving so he rested his forehead on your shoulder, and you thought maybe you were finished, but your eyes widened when he began to thrust his hips again, still deep within you. 

  “You…?” 

  “You… were close… right?” His whisper was hoarse against your skin as he was determinedly picking up pace again. “Not… stopping… until you come… again.” 

  “T-Taiga!” 

  Kitty-kat gets what Kitty-kat wants. 

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[neuroticpeach]

Perchance to Dream

Zenji Kotodama x Reader

Bittersweet. Oh, to have fallen in love now, when he was but a spirit, is Zenji's biggest regret.

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Fluff 

Angst 

Longing 

Bittersweet

Regret

Established Relationship 

I finally have written for the first ghoul I ever picked, even if it is short. Ow, my heart.

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He had regrets. 

  Lingering Spirits usually did, he knew. Haku had offhandedly explained such to Zenji quite early after the composer poet had started to drift around in his ghostly form. Such regrets often tied said spirit to the plane of the living; it was sad, in a way, because the promise of passing on was, in theory, one of a sort of paradise. 

  And maybe, one day, Zenji had hoped to be able to move on, to sever the bind to this world, to be able to let those regrets go. 

  Ah, but how many ghosts gained a new regret when they had already passed? 

  It was a subject he often pondered. Of course, he had his regrets from life, namely with his brother… but then you showed up in the picture. 

  Fate could be cruel, showing him your lovely face when it was far too late for him to meet your eyes, to touch your cheek. Without a heartbeat, getting to know you still gave him the fluttering, painfully exquisite butterflies in his chest. To show him a new regret: that time and circumstance had kept him from being able to share a life with you. 

  It was difficult to explain to the living, the sort of floating, diffuse existence of a spirit. His day wasn't exactly linear; he didn't choose where to go a hundred percent of the time, and sometimes this meant he found himself at your side without ever being sure when he had done so. 

  He must have been thinking of you, he knew. He could admit it to himself. After all, he knew all too well that life was too short to be afraid of your own feelings. And oh, how painfully obvious his feelings for you were to his own self-analysis. 

  So had he found himself again, appearing at your side in what must have been instantaneous for you. “My apologies, my Dear,” he softly soothed when you had let out a little yelp of surprise. “I did not mean to alarm you.” 

  You smiled softly at him, relaxing when you had realized who it was. “Zenji. Yeah, hi.” You found yourself absentmindedly combing your fingers through the ends of your hair. You blushed a little. “Were you…thinking of me again?” 

  His returned smile didn't do much to hide the bittersweet clench at his unbeating heart. “Always, my Love.” 

  You sat down on your bed, having been getting ready for sleep when he had appeared. The ghost floated down beside you, not corporeal enough to leave a dent in the sheet. Your hand rested beside you, and Zenji placed his own beside it. 

  “Did you have a long day?” His red eyes trained devotedly on your own, truly interested, you knew, on your every response. 

  You sighed, looking down and trailing your fingertips on the bedspread towards his, the absence where they should have touched all too real. “Yes,” you admitted. “Sometimes… I don't know, I just wonder why I keep trying so hard.” 

  Zenji's other hand floated over yours, stopping as though to rest upon yours, though you knew it would have otherwise passed right through you. “Because you are spectacularly ambitious and vivacious, my Darling,” he complimented easily and quickly, making a blush rise to your cheeks. “You have been through so much, and yet, like a metallurgist's blade, only grow stronger through each forging.” 

  You shook your head. “I don't always want to be strong, though.” 

  Zenji lifted his hand to your chin, and you raised your gaze to his despite not being able to feel the pressure of his touch. “I know. And that is fine, too. A blade that is too rigid would only become brittle and snap.” 

  It felt like everything you ever heard from this poet was bittersweet. You raised your hand to his, where you might've done so to cup that hand to your cheek. “Thank you, Zenji,” you whispered. 

  His eyes sparkled as he looked back at you. “I am more than happy to lend you my words,” he slowly responded, his smile only faltering the slightest bit. “If that is all I can give you, then I shall give it my all.” 

  You took a slow, sighing breath, and a yawn followed. Zenji returned his hands closer to himself as you stretched, and he watched you as someone might watch a ballet. “You should get some rest, my Dear.” 

  You nodded as you finished your stretch. Though the room was quiet, Zenji inwardly noted the waves of music he felt coursing through the air inspirationally whenever he observed you: the key change as your eyes moved towards your pillow, the gentle trill and decrescendo as you pulled back the coverlet, the flourishing coda as you crawled beneath those sheets. Your eyes went back to him as he floated on the cover beside you, stretched onto his side. “Will you be staying for a bit?” you asked sleepily. 

  Zenji smiled and nodded. “I think so. I hope my presence does not prove… eerie.” 

  You laughed a little. Really, he was a ghost. “Not at all.” Your eyes closed. “I love you, Zenji.” 

  He sighed breathlessly, watching your lashes flutter against your cheek. “And I love you, my Dear.” 

  This was his biggest regret, and it came not during his life, but during his afterlife. 

  Oh, why was he so foolish as to fall in love? It could never be because it never truly was: you had never laid eyes upon him, not really, and he had missed you just so narrowly when he would've been alive to give you the attention you deserved. He wasn't even strong enough to touch you now, to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as sleep found you, to wrap you in his embrace along with his words to comfort your fears. 

  Which poet had uttered the line, “better to have loved and lost…?” Was it the Bard? A twisted irony, it felt to Zenji, that he should have stumbled into a reverse of this cliché, to have lost before having loved. 

  “Ah, this smoke of lover's sighs,” he murmured thoughtfully, trailing his ghostly hand over your resting features. “Would that we had met just a bit sooner.” 

  You were asleep, and did not hear him, but your eyelids fluttered, perhaps dreaming, your lips slightly parted. 

  “And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses,” he whispered, then leaned forward and pressed—or would have pressed, if he only could!—his lips gently to yours. “All nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.” It was a paraphrase, he knew, but he also knew the value of artistic license. “Sweet dreams, my Love.” 

  At least, perhaps, in your dreams, he might be able to hold you. 

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[neuroticpeach]

typing a thing, meaning to type "Zenji does" and my phone autocorrected to "Zenji dies"

fucking rude

[neuroticpeach]

me gesturing to Kaito: This is one of my favorite ghouls!

Me gesturing at Rui: I also love this one!

Me gesturing at Taiga: And this is my favorite!

[neuroticpeach]

Don’t mind the battery…

I don’t usually get excited about Kaito but this is >.>

I loooove me some close proximity tropes, this gives me flashbacks to the Ritsu scene in The City of Ill Omens hehe. As much as I love story, I eat this stuff up.

[neuroticpeach]

here's a couple of my ideas to add on here :)

I also think maybe Kaito got picked on a bit as a kid, and i wonder if some of it made him feel like he wasnt being seen

like I wonder if some of why he's loud and kinda meticulous about his appearance is wanting to be noticed and liked (maybe part of why he sometimes comments on Luca's ease of being noticed)

and I wonder if maybe someone in his life got close to him but wasn't what they appeared to be, maybe using him or his family or whatever

and then it hurt Kaito obviously when that got found out

because I feel like stigma seems to relate to wishes, i theorize his wish was something about being able to see who people are for real so he might not be hurt again, hence the auras

anyway I love kaito that is all I am so excited

since kaito's backstory is gonna be in the next ep, i'm gonna put my predictions on the table because i love predicting lore.

tbh, i think it's gonna be as sad as alan's. kaito's grandma is either gonna die from an illness, an anomaly, from an accident, or she just disappeared out of nowhere. kaito's childhood was all right, but he got picked on for having that weird haircut, being weird and loud. he wasn't catching up with the other kids, often left behind in new games and stuff.

he'd bake with his grandma sometimes, probably helped around with cleaning and building stuff too (he's a gentleman and his masculinity isn't that fragile. just scared). i feel like kaito got his grandma's pendant on a random day, with her going like "oh, here, take my pendant. it'll remind u of me and it's important, so don't lose it for me" not knowing that it's priceless.

judging by what kaito said, his grandma lived an average life and kept the family's history of having a luxurious life so that he wouldn't be blinded by pride and greed (hm, i wonder who could this imply to? romeo). she taught him to be humble and appreciate the life he has, but i think that made him out of place? an outcast to the others. maybe he wanted to fit in, so that he wouldn't be overlooked and ignored by others. could that be his wish to the demon?

or did he wished to be rich? to have fame?

in my opinion, he wouldn't wish for that.

let me know if yall got any of ur own predictions! :P

[neuroticpeach]

waaaaaah

[neuroticpeach]

Trapped Prey

Inspired by the trapped prey warding card with Taiga’s torture chair.

Smut, minors do not interact

You look at yourself in the mirror stunned at the transformation after your makeover. Your hair was styled nearly out of your face. The makeup he’d done was very light, very natural looking, except for the lips.

Romeo examined you with a critical eye.

“Maybe this will give him the push to stop mooning around like a fucking teenager.” He mumbles under his breath.

“What was that?” You frown.

“Don’t worry about it BB, and don’t frown like that, you’re going to ruin my hard work.”

“Are you sure this lipstick isn’t too bright?” You ask uneasily, staring at the deep blood red color.

“Not for your audience it’s not.” He brushes off your concern as he takes the mirror away and helps you to your feet.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just get out on the floor BB.” Romeo’s voice is laced with irritation as he shoves you towards the door.

You stumble out of the VIP room and onto the casino floor.

Other students definitely notice the difference, you catch both Taiga and Romeo’s goons looking you up and down in a way you’ve never noticed before, a way you’re not entirely comfortable with.

You stride over to the bar, where Romeo usually has you help out when he doesn’t need you on his EITS. Before you can get behind the bar a Frostheim student sidles up to you, blocking your path.

“Well hello there.” He purrs, he smells heavily of alcohol as he smiles down at you. “How’s about I buy you a drink?”

Was this what Romeo meant by your audience? You roll your eyes, you have better things to do than help him run up other students drink tabs.

*click*

Suddenly the barrel of a gold pistol presses against the man’s temple.

“Three seconds to walk away.” Taiga drawls. “One.”

The man goes deathly pale and scurries away from the bar.

You look up at the Sinostra captain in confusion. “Where did you come from?”

He just grins at you, placing his hands around your waist he roughly hoists you up over his shoulder. “Taiga!” You flail in protest, but soon realize there’s nothing you can do to break his grip as he hauls you off the casino floor, through the dorm to his room.

Once in his room he drops you unceremoniously into the wooden chair with the straps, deftly binding your wrists.

Was he having a memory episode? Did he forget who you were? Did he think you were an intruder?

“T..Taiga?” You ask uncertainly.

He puts one hand on each arm of the chair and leans in, studying your face, sharp acid colored eyes continually drawn to your blood red lips.

“You look good in my color kitty cat.” His breath fans hot against your cheek.

Suddenly a knife is pressed to your neck.

“I don’t mind ya showin off fer everyone in that snake pit.” He growls. You hold your breath as the knife point trails from your neck to your chest, then down to your navel. “But if yer gonna I’m gonna need ta mark ya so they all know yer mine.” He slides the knife beneath a button then with one swift jerk upward cleanly slices through your shirt.

You give a small yelp pressing your back more firmly against the chair. His blade travels towards your shoulders next, then cleanly slits the sleeves so he can remove the shredded garment despite your bound hands. He whittles away at the waist of your shorts, tearing them straight down the front. Not even your stockings are spared from his blade as he meticulously destroys every piece of clothing you are wearing, eyes growing more feral with each bit of skin revealed.

Finished with your clothes he presses his blade against your lip.

“I wanna see more of that color on you.”

The tip of his knife trails to your cheek, and suddenly there is a burning pain trailing along with it.

“T..Taiga.” You stutter a sob realizing he’s just cut you.

Taiga leans in and sniffs. “Fuck you smell delicious.” He runs his his tongue along the bleeding cut as his hands give your nipples a rough squeeze. “Tase delicious too.” He grins wickedly at you.

Goosebumps pebble your bare skin as he sinks down to his knees in front of the chair.

“And I bet this tastes even better.”

You can’t stop the gasp ripped from you as he settles his face between your thighs delving his tongue into your slit. Your eyes roll back as he begins feasting on you like a man starved. You want to pull his hair but the restraints keep you in place. Your brain tries to remind you this psycho literally just cut you, could forget who you are and pull a gun on you at any moment. But your body is screaming that you need him. You can feel the pleasure building in you, closer and closer to the edge.

“Taiga, Taiga I’m gonna…” he abruptly stops pulling away just as you are about to climax ruining your orgasm.

You scream in frustration, struggling against your bonds, kicking at him furiously.

He grins up at you, mouth and chin shining with your slick. He makes a gratuitous show of licking his lips.

“Just sit tight kitty cat.” His voice is smooth as velvet as he saunters over to a chest of drawers.

“Like I have a choice.” You grumble, tugging again at your wrist restraints.

He struts back over to you a gold chain and a dildo in his hands.

“First something pretty for my kitty.”

You give a hiss of pain as he clamps one end of the chain to one nipple and the other end to the other. He grabs hold of the chain and gives a sharp yank making you cry out as the clamps roughly tug your nipples.

“Fuck Taiga…” you start to scold him but before you get any farther he’s slammed the dildo into you, fucking it into you at a rough merciless pace. You give a mewling cry of pleasure as it drags against your insides and slams against your sweet spot.

“Yeah, there we go, my kitty likes it rough don’t ya?” He gives another sharp tug on the chain between your nipples making you scream out his name. You can feel yourself getting close, you try not to let on, but he just seems to know, seems to sense it.

A cruel grin twists his features.

“No no no no no, don’t stop.” You plead, but to no avail as he slides the dildo out of you, cutting your high short once again.

“Fuck you!” You moan with disappointment.

He slams his hands against the back of the chair, laughing at the look of terror on your face as you tip backward. The chair back slams against the wall propping you in a tipped back position, legs kicking in the air.

He plunges the dildo straight down into your pussy, slamming, and churning it in your soaking wet cunt.

“Fuck. Fuck yes. Please Taiga, please don’t stop again please.”

It doesn’t take you long to get close again as you scream and writhe.

You see the look on his face and your heart sinks, “no no no please.”

He draws the dildo out once again.

“Please what?” He taunts, nipping your ankle, then biting and kissing his way down your calf.

“Please let me come Taiga, please.” You sob.

“What do I get outta that?” He purrs, running his tongue along a now bleeding bite mark on your calf.

“Fuck me Taiga please, please fuck me please.” You beg. “I’ll make you feel good just please for the love of god let me come.”

“Hmm” he tips the chair forward onto its legs again. Then turns away from you heading back towards the drawers.

“Taiga?” Your voice cracks. He wouldn’t just leave you here like this would he?

He comes back with two items in his hands, wearing a cocky smile.

“You’re going to put these on for me.” He sets the items down as he starts undoing the bindings on your wrists and letting you stand on quivering legs.

The first item he holds up is a bright red collar with the words Taiga’s Pussy emblazoned across it. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to be mine.” He purrs in your ear.

High on your own body chemistry and chasing the drug that is your orgasm you simply nod along to his words, not considering future consequences. He buckles the collar around your neck, the soft leather pulls tight against your throat. “You don’t get to take this off unless I say so.” He hooks his finger under the collar and jerks you forward. “Everyone needs to see you belong to me.” He growls biting down into your chest just above your heart. You yelp as his sharp teeth pierce the skin making you bleed yet again.

“This next.” He picks up a harness, looping it around each thigh, buckling it around your waist, encircling and enhancing your chest. Once it’s fully on he gives you a shove forward. “All fours.” He demands before standing by the edge of his bed.

Obediently you drop to all fours. Taiga starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“C’mere.”

You crawl across the floor towards him as he undresses. Shucking his pants off you finally get to see his fully erect cock, you feel drool start to pool in your mouth. Fuck you want it.

Once you reach him, Taiga smiles down at you, scratching your head affectionately. Then he grabs your harness at the waist and between your shoulder blades, hoisting you up and tossing you onto the bed. He presses your face down into the mattress and uses the harness to pull your hips up where he wants them. You wriggle your ass for him and moan pleadingly against his sheets.

“Fucking needy pussy.” He groans as he slides into you.

You wail in relief, finally feeling full again. He grips your harness using it to pull himself deeper into you, cursing and swearing as he thrusts into you at a merciless pace.

You’re on the edge again in no time at all, and this time he doesn’t stop.

“Taiga, Taiga, Taiga please don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna, TAIGA!” You screech his name in a feral inhuman scream as your orgasm finally tears through you, shaking your body and making you see white.

“Fuck yes, fuck.” Taiga fucks you through your orgasm and beyond it, continuing to use your flushed overstimulated pussy. The feeling of him continuing to move inside you is overwhelming, tears streaming down your cheeks you scream into the mattress as Taiga ruts into you from behind.

Finally his pace starts to falter, his hips stutter, he pulls out of you, tugging on your harness he flips you onto your back as he sprays hot cum across your stomach and chest.

Not minding the mess he’s just made he collapses on top of you. Grabbing your collar he smashes his lips to yours in a deep, bruising violent kiss. He pulls back and you see your bright red lipstick smeared against his lips. He grins down at you with a feral growl.

“Mine.”

[neuroticpeach]

sooo just my theory and I could be wrong

but I think Kaito's hair was a blond naturally as a kid, then darkened as he got older but now he dyes it

my hair was practically bleach blonde as a kid and now it's a dark brunette

and my [step]daughter was blonde blonde as when she was younger but now as a teen it's darker brown but SHE does like to get it bleached blonde especially on the top most layers

(when money allows cuz her hair is quite long and thick)

so yeah these are my theories until/unless I learn otherwise

course. anime rules say hair can do whatever I guess so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[neuroticpeach]

Only Three Days

Yuri x Jiro

Pining, Yuri is bad at feelings especially his own. Glimpse into Yuri's time while Jiro was off filming love island.

It was fine.

Fine.

Just fine.

He didn't need Jiro. Why would he? He was the great Dr. Yuri Isami, he didn't need Jiro. He could handle himself for three days while Jiro was off on some stupid love island.

Who needed love anyway. Jiro was probably just doing his own thing, being amazing and perfect and who wouldn't want to pick him to date and oh God Yuri was going to have to hear all about it and how in love they were when Jiro came back and-

Yuri shook his head and snapped himself out of his thoughts. It's fine. It's not his business if MC and Jiro fall in love.

It's not like he felt his heart shatter when he had to watch Jiro leave.

Yuri kept himself busy, afterall he had many experiments to complete! He could keep himself busy and occupied so he didn't have to think about a certain tall, dark-haired individual who he DID NOT NEED.

"Jiro could you -" Yuri started, glancing up from his current experiment to turn and look for his assistant, only to belatedly remember that he wasn't there. "Oh... right..."

It's fine.

His heart wasn't hurting. Maybe he just needed some tea, that's all.

So, he abandonded his project and wandered upstairs in search of where Jiro usually kept the tea supplies. He found it, up high on a shelf that only Jiro could have reached with his taller frame.

Yuri let out a sigh of frustration and leaned his head against the shelf. "Stupid Jiro and his stupid attractive face going off on some stupid love mission." He muttered to himself.

"I don't need you!" He ranted, turning to pace his office. "It's not like I enjoy having you around! It's not like I love you!" He shouted to his empty office before he froze.

What

No

He...he doesn't

Does he?

Yuri slumped into his chair and put his head into his hands as it hit him.

He did.

He loved Jiro.

And maybe now he was going to lose him forever.

~ ~ ~ ~

By the end of the three days Yuri was filled with anxiety and stress. He'd barely been able to do much of anything except for panic over his own feelings and the fact that he might lose the only person who truly mattered to him now.

He'd already lost before.

He didn't think his heart could handle any more rejection.

He couldn't bring himself to ask or say anything when Jiro phoned him from the docks to let him know that he was okay.

He didn't want to hear that Jiro was in love with somebody else yet. Maybe he wouldn't ever be ready.

But at least in those few hours between the end of the phone call and when Jiro arrived, he could pretend that they'd be okay, that his heart wasn't breaking into so many pieces he wasn't sure it could ever be put back togeather again.

When Jiro entered the lab, Yuri was hunched over one of the tables, blindly moving things around in an effort to look like he wasn't ready to break down crying at a moments notice.

"Yuir, I'm back." Jiro called. Yuri glanced over at him.

"Oh were you gone? Hadn't noticed." Yuri replied curtly, turning away before he'd start crying. Jiro tilted his head as he studied Yuri.

"We talked on the phone. You were worried about me from having been away. Are you unwell?" Jiro asked, coming over to press a hand to Yuri's forehead. Yuri flinched back and stood, putting distance between them as he finally met Jiro's gaze.

"I'm fine! I did just fine! I didn't need you here! It's not like I missed you!" Yuri snapped. Jiro opened his mouth to speak but Yuri cut him off as he started to ramble. "It's not like it hurt to not have you here, like I wasn't terrified you'd come back and be dating someelse because I want to date you or anything!" Yuri laughed out bitterly, his face darkening with a blush as he realized what he said. He let out an embarrassed whine and hid his face in his hands.

Jiro was silent for a moment before speaking up "I thought we already were dating."

Yuri's head snapped up as he looked at Jiro in confusion. "What do you mean you thought we were dating?!" He squeaked out.

"We spend 22 hours a day together. We sit together while you eat. You get defensive if anyone insults me. I hold you when you cry. I've carried you to bed when you've fallen asleep on my shoulder. Is that not dating?" Jiro asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Yuri stared at him, his blush only worsening. "W-well...it's...when you put it like that...why didn't you tell me?!"

"I thought you knew." Jiro laughed softly, a rare sound from him. He moved closer and pulled Yuri close. "I thought you knew I loved you. Remember when I asked you about it?"

Yuri leaned into his touch. "I thought you were having those feelings for someone else.." he muttered.

"Only you Yuri."

"......I....love you too..."

~ ~ ~ ~

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This has been drifting around in my head since i read the waves of love chapter.

[neuroticpeach]

local reaper is allowed to flirt openly with honour student w/out hakucchi bopping his advances

[neuroticpeach]

Dating Rui~

Shocking no one he's on my mind 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I read all his affinity lines and he seems to get more distant the more you're around?

Rui one chance shawty

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In the initial days it goes like this...

Rui is a playboy but the second you're his, every other person stops. You become the centre of his universe.

You know he doesn't go to class so he has lots of time while cleaning up to think

Thankfully you're his thoughts lately

He day dreams about you constantly~

What would you smell like so close and cuddling?

Even from here you smell so sweet and floral~

Oh-

ANYWAYS!

Picking one nickname? How about all of them!

Humming the songs you've been listening to lately he's been stalking your Spotify/ YouTube likes as he cleans up after Ed

Have the roses gotten more vibrant? Is the moon bigger? He could swear daylights been shining on him all day~

Checking his phone constantly. Did you message~? ♡ he's been waiting!

When are you coming over~♡?

Winks and kisses blown over the counter

He'll make Haru and Romeo behave tonight~!

Do you want a special cocktail for a special person~?

Did you like the flowers? He thought he'd leave them at your door ♡

Whoa ha ha - no kisses sweetie! You'll make his heart explode!

No bill~ on the house of course- shut up Haru you're not nearly as cute as you think.

But unfortunately all honeymoon phases come to an end. You can pinpoint when yours was shattered like glass.

Rui cut himself on the rose thorns

Normally, that's just gardening. It happens. But of course it pierced skin and in an instant it was dying before his eyes.

Ha ha wow darling you'll never guess what happened today

"I'd so love love looooove to see you tonight but Ed's been messier than a toddler! I'll see you tomorrow okay? ♡"

In truth he's in his room, thinking about it again. How easily it would be to even accidentally touch you.

And you'd expire

Just like those beautiful flowers...

You're going to turn into beautiful flowers...

Shit.

What if he got careless? What if you got into danger and he was the only one around for you to rely on? What if he grabbed you?

What if the gloves weren't enough?

He'd have saved you from one danger and you'd have fallen for the other

He wasn't an absent boyfriend, you couldn't say that. But he was distant for a bit.

All his cute attentiveness

All the little gestures

All aside from his texting (constantly) slowed

Never stopped, no, never, he could never think you'd done something wrong. This was squarely a him problem.

Unknown to you, he was taking the bills you had kissed and pressing them to his face

Trying to feel the warmth transfer through to him

Trying to seek you, your touch, your feeling

But finding nothing

Maybe he was a monster for trapping you in this relationship?

You weren't even getting a man who could give you the bare minimum. How were you okay with that?

He even seemed to worry if you thought getting flowers was insensitive

Maybe from other ghouls, sure, but Rui wasn't actually able to show you affection in other ways!

Plus he loved gardening, it was different

But he seemed so much more perplexed over little things unnecessarily...

"what's going on?" You finally asked. After quite a bit of badgering - and I do mean quite a bit - he finally said it.

"Are you sure you're really happy with me...? I mean - not that I would totally blame you if you weren't! Haha - I'm not ... Exactly easy to deal with. Not a lot of bonus points for all your affection."

"Rui..." and of course, it's finally your turn to comfort him. After all his cherishing of you, feeding you cake, making you drinks, listening to your worries of your curse... It was your turn.

While not every relationship needed physical contact, Rui had it on the list of things he needed and felt inadequate because he couldn't provide it.

So now you had a quest. Simulate contact. Safely.

It was certainly hot being wrapped in 4 layers of blankets (you tried to negotiate 3), but thinly veiled contact of his arms around your body, small kisses pressed at where the back of your head would be (yes there was a pillow just in case) and Rui seemed to feel better knowing you were actually in there and it wasn't just spare pillows from the extra dorm rooms.

While he wasn't entirely better after this. Until he was free of his curse like hopefully you would be of yours, there was no true getting over it.

But when you giggle at something he said, bring your plushies to Obscuary, and sweat through 4 levels of blankets for him, it feels pretty close to healing.

[neuroticpeach]

me typing with Kaito POV: "He could be chill."

Morgan Freeman voice in my head: "Kaito Fuji could not, in fact, be chill."