#Kid x reader x sita

[spikershoyo]

morning light | Kid x GN!reader x Sita | fluff | mild suggestiveness

warnings, tags, and notes: mild suggestiveness, kissing, mentions of violence, this is purely self-indulgent and for everyone at the dev patel hive, this is a poly fic don't like it don't read it, if I missed anything please feel free to let me know! @ashsimpsalot MY OFFERING TO YOU BABE

You're reluctant to open your eyes as the sun shines through the window, a gentle reminder that you have to leave the house for work.

But how could you?

You had everything you needed at your side. Well, more like everyone you needed.

Sita was curled up into your chest, her arms wrapped around you while Kid's slithered under you, his other arm draped over both of you. You felt at ease, feeling both of your lovers so close to you.

But that ease is short-lived, seeing that time kept ticking and you needed to head to work.

As quietly as possible you slide out of their grasp and look over both of them, they seem so at peace. It was as if they weren't running away and knocking on your door just a month prior.

You hoped they never had to go through that again. Sita's rose gold dress still hangs over your hamper. Kid's suit was tucked away into a plastic bag in your dresser. The evidence of Queenie's blood along with Baba Shaktie's and Rana's was all over their clothes from that night. It was the only remaining thing tying them back to the violence.

You think about how they looked at your doorstep, both of them shaking because of different reasons. Fear and adrenaline. You could see it in their eyes.

But you don't dwell on that thought, instead opting to head to your bathroom and shower.

At the sound of water running Kid's eyes open slowly, noticing you are no longer in bed with them. It takes him a moment to wake up fully and he relaxes, pulling Sita closer to his chest and hoping you come out before she wakes.

His hands run through her long dark hair, fingers playing with the strands and twirling them. She still smells like roses. Kid smiles at the thought of his girls, his cheeks getting hot. Whether an hour or 15 minutes pass by, he doesn't know, but you're out of the shower and in your work clothes.

He smiles softly when you catch his eye, you seem more awake when you notice he's up. You walk over and sit at the edge of the bed, smiling at the sight of Sita still asleep and curled into Kid's chest.

"Good morning, darling." You whisper and kiss his lips gently. He eases into the kiss and reaches for you, bringing you closer and making you lean down. He was always so needy, especially on the mornings you had work. "Morning." He whispers back, entranced with you already.

Sita stirs softly but you both don't pay mind, too focused on each other. Kid reaches for your waist and you have to force yourself out of his hold because if you didn't you were definitely not going to work that day.

Sita's eyes flutter open, seeing how both of his lovers were in a heated makeout session. She wanted in. "Wow, I see how it is." She whispers, a teasing lilt to her voice. Both of your eyes tear away from each other and fall onto her, the unexpected attention makes her curl into herself but she smiles. You sit on the bed and beckon her over, Sita eagerly shuffles closer to you and kisses up your neck, her customary wakeup routine for you.

You hum and run your hands through her hair then slowly inch under her sleep shirt and rub her back. "How's my girl?" Your voice rings through her ears and she almost purrs, feeling how Kid's eyes run over both of you. Kid looks into your eyes and you see how his gaze begs for both of you.

"I'm great," Sita answers, her hands now running down your arms. The temptation to undress you is a lot for both Kid and Sita, wanting you back in bed. "I'm doing really great." She hums, and her kisses never stop even as she feels Kid's hands snake around her hips.

If only it excites her more. You're just as tempted to ditch work until you see what time it is. Your eyes widen and you cup her cheeks, pressing a kiss to her lips and reaching for Kid's hands and squeezing them. "I need to go." You chuckle, seeing as they are a bit stunned.

Kid fights back a whine, wanting to just pull you down and for him and Sita to have fun with you. Yet he understands that you have more people to take care of since they can't head outside yet, their faces all over the news.

"Fine. But come here for a sec." Sita smiles, leaning in to kiss you one more time. Kid is eager for a kiss as well, you can tell. You give him one and run your hand over his cheek.

"You two behave while I'm gone, yeah?" They share a look, one that says we won't. But you know better.

[ashsimpsalot]

Ego & Insecurities (Kid x Rich!Reader x Sita)

Tw: self harm (not reader)

Gn reader ig!

"Where the fuck is he, Sita?" you asked her, cringing once your own voice hit your ears. You didn't mean to misdirect your anger at her. You glanced up to see her biting her nails, a habit she used to control her emotions and distract herself. You reached for her hand to plant a kiss and kept holding on as damage control.

"Sorry, sweetheart" you mumbled, eyes trailing to the clock on the wall as you sighed. Sita's fingers were playing with your own. She shook her head wordlessly. You were both tangled in each other on the couch, trying to comfort one another while being just as stressed about your shared missing lover.

When the door finally opened, a beaten-up, sweaty-looking Kid walked into the apartment without saying a single word. As nonchalant as ever, he walked past both of you to the kitchen cabinets, searching for the medical box that was stored there.

Both you and Sita jumped off the couch and were already hot on his trails. Sita's concern, which was plastered all over her face, melted into an expression that was unreadable. She was putting on her poker face. Whenever she gets too angry or sad she tends to repress her emotions.

Not you though, you tend to blow up.

"where have you been? No text, no notes?" you asked sternly. Judging by the bruises on his body, you already knew the answer.

"work," he answered quietly, not quiet as he's scared, quiet as he's distracted. Kid reached for a glass and poured water into it. Talking as his casual self, as if this doesn't matter. As if you should've expected this.

"you've been fighting again." it's not a question; it's a statement, delivered with a tone of bitterness unlike what he's used to hearing.

Kid sighed as he leaned against the counter, setting the glass of water onto the surface. It's very rare that Kid fights with either of you; usually he's the one who would apologise even when it's not his fault, all in the name of ending the argument.

You glanced towards Sita; who was staring at Kid, it's hard to read her when she's like this. All quiet and reserved.

"I told you, I need to work, I have debts with the temple," Kid explained, repeating his point as if it would magically change your mind.

"And we told you, we don't like you fighting," you tried to be patient, you did, but this man knew how to dig and tug at the deepest parts of your heart.

Kid swallowed a groan, replacing it with a shaky sigh. You didn't know what to interpret that. Anger? Annoyance?

Whichever it was, it was enough to push Sita over the edge. Without a word, she left the kitchen and walked with purpose straight towards the couch. Her hands reached for the blanket and started folding it neatly. Then she turned to stack up the loose novels that were all over the table.

You looked at Kid, who was staring at your girl. When he looked at you, your glance turned harsher.

Look at what you've done," you muttered under your breath, knowing Sita well enough to understand that this was her way of swallowing her emotions even further.

You walked towards Sita, gently grasped her wrist, and pulled her close. "How about you go to bed, sweetheart? I'll talk to him," you tried coaxing her. Even planting little kisses on her jaw as you whispered those words carefully.

Kid and you both knew how much Sita hated arguments, whether they involved shouting or silence. Growing up in a whorehouse meant that an argument would always go badly for her.

Even though she had been out of that God forsaken hotel for about a year, she still had the instinct to run away from an argument as fast and as far as possible.

She stared at you for a while, then turned to Kid, who was still leaning against the counter but was visible from where the both of you were standing. His expression was still nonchalant, as if he had no remorse for what he'd done.

"I love you, Kid, but this is too much. You need to figure your shit out. I don't want to wake up one day and discover that you died in the fucking ring by yourself. We might not even find out days after because I know damn well you didn't tell anyone about your life with us," her voice steady. Her face still hold the same expression.

"I have debts, I need to pay them," he repeated his argument. You shake your head and sat down. If Sita had spoken, it meant that it's up to that point that the issue can't be ignored anymore.

It's true, he has been sneaking out of the apartment to go to the temple much more lately and it scares both of you to death each time.

"I told you, I can pay them for you," you sighed, reaching for the humidor that was kept inside the drawer of the cabinet. You were more than ready to light up a cigar.

You cringe at how much you looked like your father in that moment, a robe, a cigar and angry lovers.

No, they're angry for the right reasons... You hope.

"that's stupid. I don't want to be a burden!" Kid groan, his thick brows; the ones that you love to plant kisses on so much, furrowed even deeper.

"love, I've said it before and I'll say it again, your debt won't even put a dent on my money," you massaged your own head, opening your eyes to take a quick glance at Sita. Ready to read both of your lovers, to prevent things from excalating on the wrong directions.

So far she's standing straight with her hands on her hips, eyebrows just as furrowed.

You've decided to calm down, that's the point of the cigar. This argument is so long overdue that all of you act out of character; Sita being the person confronting, Kid groaning and yelling and you, shockingly, the one who has to be calm.

"are you calling me a burden then?" Sita asked, voice not above a whisper. You glanced at her again, she's not standing as straight as usual. She's Sita, your Sita, she moves the room along with her as she walks and to see her cower is.. New

"what? I never said that, what are you on about?" Kid asked, anger was still lingering in his voice but it was mixed with a tinge of defensiveness and guilt.

"you think not working makes you a burden. So, you think I'm a burden," she simply stated.

Kid furrowed his eyebrows. Finally pushing himself off of the counter to walk closer to Sita, shaking his head. "I never said that," he repeated, towering over Sita. It's almost as if he made himself bigger. You hated the thought that flashed through your head.

No, this is Kid, of course he's not trying to intemidate her.

It doesn't help that Sita tried to back away.

"I don't work. I know how you look at me. You think I'm a burden for wasting money, " Sita said, eyes staring into his own. She's not backing down. You had never seen either of your lover fight this way. They're really scarred people, they hate to scar each other up even more.

Kid tilted his head to the side, pointing at he bags under the stairs that haven't been sorted out yet. "look at how much designer bags you brought home yesterday from your 'weekly shopping trips'," Kid said with a mocking tone in his voice.

You cleared your throat, trying to break the tension off.

"I love bringing you on those trips, sweetheart," you said, cigar still between your lips. Truth is, you do. You love spoiling your princess rotten. She deserves it. Especially when words got out that she worked as a high paying escort a few months ago, it really brought her down. She struggled with the thought of 'tarnishing your reputation' but truth to be told, you couldn't give two fucks. You love who you love and everyone else do not matter.

You saw Sita turned her head and gave you a small smile.

"I know, baby, but this isn't about you," she turned her head back to Kid. Face shifted in a second.

"This is about you. You think spending money on yourself isn't necessary," she accused.

"It is unnecessary, you don't need new dresses every week. It's just plain stupid, it's a waste of money," Kid finally answered after a long pause. You sucked in a breath.

"it's like you're falling back into your old habit," he mumbled, eyes regretting what he said once he said it.

"Fucking hell," you muttered, not believing how stupid your boyfriend could be.

Sita let out a tiny laugh and shakes her head. "Habit? What habit? Huh?" Sita pressed, getting a little bit aggressive with her hands shoving 9n his hard chest.

Kid held his tongue, staring down at her in absolute silence. Yelling her to stop. "No! Say it, what habit?!" she yelled.

Sita don't yell.

You stood up fast, hoping that you could reach her faster than Kid would lose his temper.

"Sweetheart-"

"doing whatever you need to do to get whatever you want," Kid scoffed. Sita looked at him, hurt.

"Fuck you, at least I left that life behind. I'm here now, not throwing my life into danger because I don't know how to move on from my past!" Sita shouted at him, anger and hurt mixed in her tone.

You're not sure what's happening, what switched, but both of them are throwing words just to hurt each other.

"Hey, guys, come on, we don't do that." you tried to intervened but they completely ignored you.

"Did you? Did you leave that life behind? Cause it looks to me like you picked your favourite one and just stick with it," Kid snickered. You stared at him, as shocked as Sita was.

"is that what you think of me still? Just an escort? Yea, I must be using them for money right? That's what everyone says! The whore can't love!" her tears run down her face freely, shouting out echoes of headlines she obsessively read just a few months ago.

She sobbed before she turned without another word to walk up the stairs. Heading to the main bedroom, no doubt.

You winced as you heard the door upstairs slammed shut. Sighing as you looked at Kid. He's just standing in the middle of the living room with his head hung.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked, still not able to wrap your head around the idea that those foul words came out of the gentle, sweet and loving man you both knew and loved... Love

Kid sighed and threw himself onto the couch. Not answering you, just covered his face with his fists.

"we're just worried about you," you're fuming but you knew something was wrong for him to act this way. He wouldn't even raise his voice at Sita or you in a joking manner.

This?

Something is off. Way way off.

Kid didn't answer, just curled up smaller on the couch and covered his face with his fists.

You sighed and walked upstairs.

Past few days had been dreadful. Kid refused to leave the guest room. He's been on the bed most days, staring at the wall. Once in a while you could hear his cries from outside of the room. Bits of 'ama' here and there.

You just didn't know what to do exactly other than bringing him trays of food, occasionally tried to make him speak. You didn't want to force it out of him if he wasn't ready.

Sita was worried yet she refused to speak a word to him.

That's how you end up sitting on the couch, the only light source was coming form the TV. Sita had her head pressed against your chest, you fiddled with her hair as you watched the TV, not really, your head just worked through all possible ways that you could fix whatever was happening.

As you plant small kisses on her head, your eyes about to fall shut when the light of the TV felt a little too dim.

You opened your eyes. It's a very messy looking Kid. He had socks on with a pair of short but no shirt. His curly hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes, eyes that looked red.

"come here, love," you offered your other hand, speaking softly not to wake your girl up.

He was fidgeting with his fingers and shook his head. Eyes shifting from you to Sita then fell onto the floor.

"I fucked up," his voice shaky. Lips trembling. He reminded you of a scared child and a pang hit your heart. Fuck, you're in love with such complicated people.

"come here, lovey, I haven't hold you in so long," you tried again, putting up a smile, trying your best to coax him in.

Kid shook his head again. "... She hates me," he breathed out. "no, she doesn't." you replied, circling your finger on Sita's shoudler as she shifted alittle, still asleep.

Kid walked closer hesitantly. Eyes now fall onto the peaceful face of your girl.

"she should," he cried out softly, letting you hold onto his wrist. "I made her cry... I fucked up," he repeated. You hated how hoarse his voice sounded.

"come," you said again, pulling his wrist slightly. He didn't fight you this time. Settled into you right side, copying Sita's sleeping position.

You sighed, finally holding both of your lovers on both sides after almost a week.

Kid was silently sobbing into your chest, you just opted on drawing circles on his bare back.

You felt Sita stired awake, she sat up, registering the sobbing man on your chest. Kid tensed for a second. Not sure of what to say. He was silent and so was she.

A few seconds passed before she moved to plant a kiss on your lips and hesitantly one on his head and left.

You sighed and gently caressed his shoulder. Kid had quiet down, only staring up the wall.

"time to tell me what's going on." you tried. You've waited for too long, you need to pry him open now.

He lets out a shaky breath before muttering a small. "ama."

You waited for him to continue.

"Ama's...death anniversary.. I..." he took time to arrange his words. You kissed his forehead sweetly, wanting to comfort him but not interrupt him.

"I.. Cope badly. I hurt.. Myself," Kid breathed out. Your hand that was on his arm slide down to his wrist. "... Like this?" you asked, tracing then kissing his scars like always. You knew he used to do that but didn't ask him why. If he didn't want to talk about it, why ask?

He nodded. "when I moved... I started.. Going to the ring."

You put the pieces together. Fuck, why didn't you see what he was doing?

He's hurting himself. Just in a different way.

He's going in that ring to get beaten up on purpose. He poke fights and threw words on purpose.

"love.. That's.." you start but not sure what to add.

"I didn't mean to hurt her. At the time.. I just.. I hated myself and... I needed everyone to hate me too. It's easier... To keep hurting when you think no one cares," he sighed, closing his eyes and thought how stupid he was.

"aw, love," you sighed into his hair as you kissed his head. "you two need serious therapy," you tried to joke but Kid just nodded and settled into your chest even more. He's tired, you're tired, and so was Sita.

"you need to make it up to her. I hate to say this but you hurt her bad, love," you mumbled into his hair and he nodded. "I heard her cry... Is she... Scared of me?" he asked, sitting up straight to look at you.

Sita had a history of being extra jumpy whenever you and Kid fight. You shout, a lot, and Sita hates it.

"no, not of you, never." you assured him.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You stretched your back and made your way to the kitchen, stopping at the entrance when you heard soft murmurs. Kid was kneeling in front of Sita, who was sitting on the kitchen's chair. He's holding her hand and talking to her.

"I love you, I was being stupid, I.. I get it if you want to stop seeing me. I deserve it but believe me when I say that you're not a whore. You're not used, you're not. You're the woman we love and I'm.. I'm stupid," he breathed as he kissed onto her palms.

Sita tried to keep her face straight but she sobbed, shaking her head. "no.. No you were right. I use up all their money.. And do nothing around the house. I'm..still just a stupid escort,"

A flash of guilt and hurt flashed on Kid's eyes, fuck, if he didn't hate himself before, he sure does now. He thought of how long it took to scoop that idea out of her head. Sita refused to even let you buy her gifts for months, not posting anything about either of you on her socials. She sat in the room, obsessively read all the articles harsh words on her. Comments on videos of three of you, just people telling her that no matter how long it's been, she'll always be nothing but a prostitute.

Kid never hated himself more. After months of reassuring that she's more, he used her past as a weapon and reminded her that's she's less.

His lips trembled, shaking his head, one hand reached to cup her cheek. "no, pyaar, you're nothing like that, believe me, please. We love you, I love you," he panicked, voice filled with desperation.

"I love you," he repeated. You walked into the kitchen, placing a hand on her shoulder. "we love you," you said again, amplifying what Kid said.

Kid placed kisses on hervpalm, his knees are starting to hurt but he didn't care. He needs to erase what he's done.

Sita just cried silently. You rubs circles on her shoulder before pulling a chair to sit next to her. Kid turned to look at you. Stilling kneeling in front of the both of you.

He reached igt for your hand, softly caressing your fingers. "I'm sorry, jaan.. I didn't mean to.. I'm stupid," he said. Obviously dissapointed in himself.

"...can we not fight anymore? I'm tired.." Sita asked, you nodded and took her hand, kissing her palm softly.

"we'll get through this, okay? Let me fix this," you said, holding both of their hands.

That evening you signed the three of you for couples therapy, and the both of them for personal therapy.

It takes a lot of work to make things work. That's what you keep repeating to yourself. Seeing how tight Kid held you and Sita that night, you knew it was worth it.

[royalsunshinehotel]

How Can I? (The Kid x Reader, 18+)

Author's Note: Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Guilty As Sin?" from an inbox request. Thank you to my intrepid editor, and dearest friend @youlooklike-clarabow. You're the best ❤️‍🔥😭🤠🍊

The forest had welcomed him back, just like he’d hoped. Four months after Kid had taken his revenge, it had welcomed him home, as if it missed him, and it had taken him back, and taken in the hijras, as if all of you had always been there. Beating Rana to death had brought Kid back to life. He hoped that you and Sita felt the same. 

Sita had been focused on farming the land, showing off her green thumb after years away from any kind of dirt, and Alpha, it felt, had retired. She had a rocking chair and would look over the makeshift village, from dawn until dusk, every single day. 

And then there was you. Your hand was the one Sita reached for when she ran out to the back alley of Kings. Covered in blood, but together through it all. He had saved your life, rescued the two of you from the Queenie’s black stiletto heels standing on your necks, forcing you to do things you didn’t want to do. He should leave you alone, he shouldn’t want you the way that he does. 

When was the last time he’d had such a luxury? He laid on his sleeping mat, bored bored bored, deep in his bones. 

He hadn’t realized exactly how mentally caged he had been, but now he was free. What was left to do? 

He’d learned about how you longed to throw yourself to the ocean rocks for the chance at freedom, and how grateful you were for him coming to break all of the locks with a chaotic flair. 

He wanted you to be his- from the first moment he laid eyes on you. It was a difficult thing to admit. He’d have wonderful - shockingly vivid dreams about a world where your attachment was written everywhere on you, walking into a room and people know your his. The same for him of course, he’d want everyone to know he’s yours. 

But why on earth would you agree to it? You’d been a bird in a horrible, dank little cage, why would you toss yourself to the likes of him, after all you’d been subjected to? 

Such thoughts could live in dreams, he supposed. 

Across the camp, you're in the branches of a banyan tree, sitting snugly, safely in its branches. You kick your feet, and bob a little, hoping to shake some fruit loose, but alas, the figs aren't ripe yet. Maybe some more sun the next week would do it. What a treat that would be! 

You enjoy seeing the whole camp from up high. Deep in the heart of the woods, you’re all here, together. 

It was remarkable, you think, how you had all been able to come together and make a home. It would be a true village with more time, but the fact that everyone from the temple, plus those left standing after King’s, all had their own shelter, and were working together for food and water…it was remarkable. 

You flash in your mind, on Kid, watching him a little too closely as he weaved some smaller branches to make a door. 

His arms were lovely, even to a strange woman in a fig tree. A flash of heat hits your face, as you imagine those arms around you. In dreams you’d been having, you take a fistful of dense, curly hair, and pull. Would he like it? Would he tell you to fuck off? 

You kick yourself, and then you kick yourself for kicking yourself. Just a passing thought of his arms, and you were practically panting in the early summer heat. 

Sitting up in your tree, you thought of all the men you allowed to touch you, how you faked smiles and orgasms like it was nothing. And then he’d just come bowling into your life with the spark of a firework, letting you know it didn’t have to be like that anymore. 

Even if you did put your hands on him, touch him in the ways you wished to, would you know how? Would you know how to feel for him? 

In your mind, you’d already felt all of him, to your heart's content and beyond…

Sita had said no one would send you to jail for your thoughts, but it certainly felt that way. You hadn’t even touched him - where did all this guilt come from? Did you really need to keep your longing for Kid locked in a vault? 

Queenie had locked passport, your money, everything you were, into a vault -  he was far too kind to be put in there. 

Still, you did intend to be loyal to him, even if it was entirely one sided.  You spoke to him only when necessary, and would continue to do so until this burning itch underneath your skin - ur desire, faded. It had to, right? 

“Kanna, come here please!” called Alpha, voice clear and smooth, summoning you down from your perch, and you oblige her, moving slowly. 

You trot over, feet feeling heavy on the grass, “Yes, Alpha?” 

She takes your hand, and you link your fingers, admiring the manicure Sita had given her earlier that week. 

“You fantasize. I can see it from down here.” 

“I’m not sure what you're saying.” 

“Your fantasies are no longer fatal, and neither are Kid’s. He’s free of the past, still, he does not sleep. You should perhaps see if he is alright?”

As if on cue, a groan floats through the air, towards the two of you. 

“And do what?” 

“Make sure that his past stays gone?” She suggests, not verbalizing what she’d observed these past months. 

Your brow furrows. Kid would have to settle for a cup of water, and a bite of tangerine before settling back to sleep. That’s what your mother always gave you for your nightmares, why wouldn’t it work here? 

You make the quick journey, waving goodnight to Alpha, but stalling at the door of Kid’s hut. 

Another low groan. 

If it had been daylight, you would have had it in yourself to admit to the fluttering in your belly, but you wouldn’t. The desire would subside, for now you have to see if he’s well. The light of the moon makes your path clear. 

You take a breath, before opening the door. 

It’s night. It’s dark - the moon only gets you so far. 

And yet, you still find him, in the corner, on his sleeping mat, flat on his back. A low, almost imperceptible whine reaches your ears, and you furrow your brow. That didn’t seem like a nightmare, was he sick? 

You crouch down next to his sleeping body, and place a cool hand on his forehead, just to feel him. 

It wasn’t in Kid’s nature to feel casual annoyance, but if he could have, he would have been. In the midst of a wonderful dream, inspired by a bead of sweat he saw glistening in the hollow of your clavicle that morning, he was now dreaming about you - again, same as every night. 

In his dreams, you fall apart under his palms, scratching desperately at his back, and you beg for more. In his dreams, you're a desperate, sweet little thing, not much different from him. Another self-indulgence, thinking of a world where you want him as badly as he wants you. 

He jerks awake - where have you gone? He feels movement right beside him, and reflexively grabs it, a tight grip on your wrist.

“Jaanu, come back to bed.” His eyes are wide, still asleep in his mind. You crouched beside him, stunned at his words.

Alpha had said he was having a nightmare. He was neither sick, nor having a nightmare…

He was dreaming! About the two of you! 

Heat rushes to your face, like a paintbrush in water. 

“Back to…” You pause, “Yes, I’ll come back to bed.” Kid grunts at you, not giving your wrist back.  

He’s still in his own head, he doesn’t realize that you’re truly here. 

You allow him to pull you in, sighing as he tucks you into his side. 

God, he felt better than you imagined. 

You hold on to him, as his breathing slows, and you run your hands over a warm, flat stomach, tracing hearts there, for hours and hours. 

You wake slowly, for the first time in years. A light brushing of warmth against your cheek. You crinkle your nose, slowly blinking, and remembering where exactly you were. 

Your head is resting on his arm, his hand on your waist, in real life. 

He’s looking over at you, brown eyes round, his mouth just inches away from yours. Over the past few months, his beard had gotten unruly, you slowly place a hand under his chin, to pet the new growth. 

“Are you really here?” He rasps, voice soft with sleep, you let out a little sigh of relief. 

“Yes, I didn’t want to wake you, Alpha was worried, and you grabbed my wrist so I just…stayed.” You explained, trying not to seem flustered. 

“You're here, not just in my dreams.” He practically whispered, bringing up a palm to your cheek, same as you had for him. It had taken a couple of weeks to hear from Alpha about why Kid’s hands were the way they were. Kid had learned to live with the fact that his roots had been burned away, but as his hand touched your face, it certainly didn’t feel like that. 

You think about his lovely hands. Regardless of any fire, any destruction they may have wrought, any scar tissue that grew there had only served to free you and the women at King’s. You like his hands. 

“I want to kiss you. Can I?” Your voice shook, but you said those words anyway. You should be proud of yourself. 

Kid nods his head, letting you inch forward, brushing your noses together. Something in his stomach flips, and you brush your mouth against his. Soft, almost delicate, the same way a leaf meets the ground in the fall. 

Oh - you think. 

You kissed him, like you had been longing, dreaming of doing, and nothing horrible happened! The stars were still in the sky, the rivers were still running, the trees still stood tall, protecting your village…

“I want you. Do you feel the same?” You ask him again, not sure where this confidence had come from. Maybe it was the fact that you were here, and so close to what you had wanted…

“I only sleep because it’s where I might find you.” Something goes plink in your heart, and you decide enough is enough. 

“Well wake up,” you tease, “I’m right here.” 

Something flashes across Kid’s face, and he pulls you back in. It’s hard not to fold completely as he rolls you carefully on to your back, he just feels too good. Even with the low light coming into the hut, it felt as if Kid had been drizzled in gold. 

“I want more,” you command between kisses, his beard tickling your face. 

“We have to be quiet,” he responds, clearly getting distracted. You had to get him out of his own head. It was ridiculous, someone with a past as checkered as his. He wanted to be with you always, be something you could crush under the heel of your boot if it pleased you. He only wants to please you. And now that he is getting the chance, he does exactly that. 

He works his way down, ignoring the sticky summer heat, until he settles comfortably between your legs. 

How lovely! How comfortable it was to lie here with you. Your body under his felt so surreal, soft and comfortable. Your hands on his shoulders. 

When he has the time, he decides that he’s going to put each one of your fingers in his mouth, just for the sake of feeling every part of you. 

How strange, how new it was! The desire to feel all of someone; to lay here on top of you and hope gravity might keep him here as long as possible. 

He says nothing and hums into your soft thighs, stray hand wandering to push your cotton shift up slowly, higher and higher. You love him for that -  that he’s giving you so much time to stop him, to call it all off, but you don’t. 

Kid runs a rough palm over your heat, and begins to shake at the contact. 

“May I?” He asks, polite as ever. 

You reply, a simple “Yes.” 

Gently, slowly, Kid nudges your legs apart, smiling, before taking an experimental taste. 

It was embarrassing how you jerked into him, like an electric shock. 

Something darkened across his face, that set your hair on end in the best way, and he dove in headfirst. 

He flicks his tongue on your clit, chuckling against you as you twitch under the attention, “Do you like that?” He asks, and you nod, losing your thoughts. 

Your heart leaps to your throat as the rough pad of his thumb meets your clit, rubbing a heart shape. 

“Answer me!” He urges, growly, and it makes you want to smack him. 

“Yes!” You squeak, a little too loudly, sitting up on your elbows. Kid stifles a laugh behind his hand as he rests a palm on your stomach to soothe you. He didn’t know you as one to squeak! You pout, just because you can, and he grins at you, leaning up for a kiss to your pouty mouth. 

“Poor birdy,” he coos, “we should go deeper into the woods, where we can be as loud as we like.” 

The thought makes your hair stand on end, being truly alone, together. The tantalizing thought fades as he ducks his face back down, into you. As he works, spreading the warmth of his mouth over you, it was hard to remember why you ‘had to be quiet’. How would that be possible? Flicking his tongue, you twitch again, relishing the attention he was giving so freely.

“Would you like more?” He hums, vibrations tearing right through you. 

“Y-yesyesyes, more please.” His rough palms roam over you at a leisurely pace, his mouth back to your clit. You should be quiet, you try so hard to be quiet, but Kid’s sucking and slurping unnerves you. You can’t control yourself for long. 

You want to beg him to grab you harder, like you might float away if he doesn’t, but you just can’t find words beyond, “Want you…” 

“Do you promise?” Kid murmured into your leg, tugging the soft flesh there lightly with his teeth, “I don’t want to pressure you.” Please please please, he thinks. 

“I promise,” you pant, pussy still fluttering, “Wanted you since I first saw you…” Your voice dies off, as he comes up to kiss you on the mouth, like he missed you. 

“I was covered in blood.” 

“A few more days and you could be again.” You freeze at your own words. Queenie always kept the girls on lockdown when it was that time. Kid was different. 

“Don’t tempt me, jaanu. I should keep you in my arms until then.” It’s a threat. It’s a promise. It’s everything you’ve been dreaming about for months…

But the idea of Kid with your monthly blood on his face was something else entirely…

Your thoughts are cut off again, but Kid takes your hand, resting it above your stomach. Your fingers intertwine, naturally. 

“Can I get you ready for me?” 

“Do it.” Your voice is firm, and certain, and he absolutely adores you for it. 

The look on your face through the rising light makes his hair stand on end. 

Your eyes flutter shut as Kid traces your needy hole with his fingers. How could you have known that he’d be so gentle with you? What exactly had you been making yourself feel bad about? 

You bite down a moan as he works one finger in, slowly, letting you feel every ridge, relishing as you try to squirm closer to his hand. 

No. 

You’ll take what he gives when he gives it, he thinks but then he revises, You will get everything he had, but not quite yet. 

He pauses, letting you get used to his digit, only starting to move when you pant. You're too stiff, he doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want it to be like before, he wants it to be better. 

It’s hard not to melt, so you allow yourself the pleasure. 

Who was he really? Did it even matter? 

“Alright, Jannu?” He asks, and you take a grip on his shoulder, nodding ‘yes.’ 

And then, he starts to move. 

It had been years since someone’s hands had worked you so thoroughly, and you simply had to enjoy it. He simply had to pull you closer, with his two fingers, other hand palming your breasts, to your thrill, in a less gentle manner than the rest of you. 

He was simply petting you, playing with you, of course you had to purr. You couldn’t imagine anything else. Everything in your life has led you here, with him, to be underneath him. 

Faster and faster and faster, and then. Nothing. 

“Shh. Just hold on for me.” 

Kid takes his hand from you, and you whip your head up, face ravenous. 

All he offers you is a “Sorry, not yet.” You should slap him, but the emptiness he’d left turned into an ache. How could he do this? Even for a moment? 

You whine, and Kid thinks he might die if he doesn’t fuck you how you deserve. 

“It’s alright, I’m here. I’ll make it better, hm?” Your lover shifts above you, and you feel his cock nudging at your folds. The giddiness of it all goes straight to your head. 

“Need you!” You are keen, rolling your hips into him, hoping to catch something, anything to grant relief. But the only thing that could help is him. 

“Slowly, not too much now.” He cautions, but you can't. You simply can’t. Months of dreaming, waiting, lusting, handling the overwhelming guilt you didn’t ask for? No more waiting.

You pant, and he greedily breathes in your air, inching into you, measured and careful. 

No. No more. 

You take a cruel grip on his ass, and pull him down into you, losing yourself for either a moment or an hour. 

He pants, sounding desperate to keep himself together. Maybe that wasn’t the wisest move, maybe he’d been going sooooo slooow for his sake as much as yours…

Kid is seated completely inside you, running his rough palm over the bulge he was making in your lower tummy. How quickly a life can change, he thinks, he was asleep, and now he’s here, above you, feeling exactly how deep he can fit inside you. 

Your vision had gone white at the edges, he just felt too correct. Perhaps you should keep him hostage here, always. Kid lets out a low whine, pathetic and beautiful, and you feel your skin buzz so loud, you're certain he could hear it. 

He has to move. Or you might die. 

But carefully, he rolls into you, making you dig into him. He catches your wanton moan in his mouth, trying to soothe you in spite of his actions. Your words are gone…

“Good girl, do you like that?” He asks, as if you could respond, “Do you want more?” 

You nod your head, drunkenly, and he snaps down again. You grip him even tighter, and he puts his mouth back on yours. 

It’s just too desperate, does he know how badly you need him?  

“Harder! Harder please.” You beg, eyes round and unfocused on anything other than the harsh pleasure he was giving you. 

“More more more!”

Kid goes after your breasts, teasing with his hot mouth, bringing you closer with each shallow breath he takes. 

You stifle a wail in his shoulder, fighting desperately. As soon as you bare down around him, it’s over. You don’t want to be over…

Kid seems to know this, watching you intently, same as always. You fight off your orgasm, defiant and determined, fluttering tightly around him, the least he could do is do the same. 

But it’s simply too much, you knew you were going to scream. You couldn’t, it was too early, everyone would know. 

You run a hand up the side of his face, catching his beard, feeling hair stuck to his forehead from the humidity. His eyes blank, absolutely lost in the throes of you, your squelching and whines burned into his bones forever. 

He holds you as you scrabble at his back, eyes rolling, not losing his pace for a moment, only gasping into your ear as you finally clench down, fluttering around him, only coming back to reality when your teeth meet his chest and bite down, muffling the sound. 

Your teeth meeting his flesh, makes him lose his composure. He moans beautifully in your ear, your teeth still in his chest, reflexively gripping you harder as he spills deep inside. You kick your legs up higher around his torso, so you could keep him trapped against you. 

Kid pants into your mouth, murmuring all the sweet things he’d been keeping to himself. He’s free now, you both are. 

But still, neither of you move, holding on to each other, and it must be heaven. 

Someone has to move first. He should start some tea for you. He should start to show you how he was ready for the rest of his life now, with you. 

But it’s not to be, the second Kid pulls out, you kick his rear with the heel of your ankle. All of your shared mess seeps out of your worn out body. Not yet. He’s too far away. It couldn’t be over yet…That’s not allowed, you decide. 

“No. Put it back.” You command. 

Kid has the nerve to bat his eyes at you, and obliges, face flashing with something you couldn’t place. 

He holds you tight, and the two of you let the quiet soak in from the window. With you here, it wasn’t a hut, but a proper house. 

His heart is about to beat out of his chest, the sheer weight of your eyes on his, it feels like an honor to be here with you. 

The evidence of your rendezvous was hot and sticky between your legs. Kid was surprised that there seemed to be so much, and he didn’t mind one bit. Maybe he could take you down to the river to clean up, and care for you properly. Maybe the two of you wouldn’t be missed. 

You close your eyes, and something flips in the Kid's chest. 

“What is it you want?” He asks, forehead pressed against yours, “Ask for the moon and I’ll pull it down for you.” You squirm under the intensity of his stare, he was simply too beautiful and overwhelming. 

“I choose you and me.” 

“You can have it.” He gives you a peck, smiling into you, but quickly furrowing into concern. .

“Wait Jannu, it’s alright, what’s happened?” You stifle a small sob at the overwhelming softness of his tone. 

The fist around your heart clenches, as you feel a wet trail down your face, to your jaw. 

When was the last time you were allowed to cry? 

You huff a little, to yourself, and bring him in for another sweet kiss, languid and comfortable. He brings the pads of his thumbs under your eyes, clearing the tears away.  You take a fistful of his hair, and bring him in close, limbs intertwined, safe together. 

“I’m happy. I’m so very happy.” And you cry a little more, because it’s true. 

[sada-siva-sanyaasi]

soft // ramaraju

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Request- hi!! I just wanted to say I love your writing! Quick question-are you taking asks? And if you are, could you write a Ram x reader fic where she's on her period and Ram takes care of her (maybe a Sita appearance too? idk)? I'm on mine and I could use the love lol...once again, love your fics and keep up the great work!!!

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It was supposed to be a normal day. You were playing around with the kids, happy and blissfully ignorant. Until the pain kicked in. You frowned, feeling the pain growing rapidly in your lower stomach and your eyes widened with realisation, rushing to your cottage, grabbing Seetha with you.

“I think, I may have gotten to that time of the month,” you whispered to Seetha who nodded slowly, smiling sympathetically as she rubbed her back comfortingly. “I’ll go get your supplies, do you want any food?” You shrugged, wincing in pain in the middle as she sighed and ushered you into the washroom. 

“Shower and you’ll feel clean, at least a little. Change into those cotton sarees with extra layers while I go get your things, okay?”

Seetha patted your cheek and left as you went to shower, sighing at the warm water running down your body. You changed and walked out, ready to fall asleep when you saw Ram in your room, reading a book. You closed your eyes, willing the irritation away, and said, “Can you leave? I want to sleep.” Ram frowned at the sudden change in mood, and looked at you, opening his mouth when Seetha waltzed in, putting a few sweets in front of you. 

“I made this drink to help with the cramps, and the sweets will calm you down. Would you like anything else?”

“Just the sweet release of death.”

Ram looked at you in alarm and then at Seetha when she laughed, tucking your hair behind your ears and leaving, but not before stopping in front of Ram. “It’s her time of the month,” she said and he nodded in understanding, the mood and the words making sense.

He slowly approached you as you sat on bed, going through the sweets questioningly when he hugged you from the back, making you jump. “Shhh, it’s just me,” he whispered, smiling as he noticed your breath stutter. He pulled you into his lap, ignoring your quiet protests as he rocked you back and forth, his arms around your tummy rubbing comfortingly. 

You had no choice but to melt into his arms, sighing as he kissed your forehead and hummed a song under his breath, not stopping any of his ministrations. “Do you still feel like you need the sweet release of death?” you smiled, resting your chin on his chest as he looked down at you. “Maybe a little less compared to before,” you slowly said, trailing your fingers up his back and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“And since when did you start the whole hugging thing?”

“Since I realised how much I loved the feeling of having you in my arms.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the smile growing on your face but couldn’t help the giggles that slipped when he kissed your nose, rubbing your back soothingly. “Want to have something?”

“Yes, you.”

Ram smiled and pulled you much closer, pressing the sweetest kiss on your lips as he gently laid both of you on the bed, keeping you warm and safe.

“Well, you have me, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

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[ashsimpsalot]

Sushi in Tokyo (Kid X Sita X Reader)

Yes this is a poly fic, the tittle is based on

MY poly anthem

You entered the cracked up flat to find Kid watching the TV by himself, so deep in the Movie he didn't even realise you were home, a smile formed on your lips, fuck, even though you're hosting two fugitives in your home, the sight is too domestic to not melt your heart.

"I'm home," you announced, closing the door behind you. You turned around to see Kid with a big smile on his lips, standing and walking towards you, as excited as a puppy.

"jaanu, I missed you," he breathed before attaching hid lips to yours, hands wrapping around your waist. You hummed in the kiss.

Once you pulled back you stared into his eyes with a smile before looking at his hair, touching them.

"your curls feels fluffier than usual," you made a comment which earned a chuckle from Kid. He hummed and have your lips a final peck. "Sita put henna on my hair, she said she got bored being stuck in this house." he explained.

The mental image of your girl just running her hands into your man's curls makes you smile.

"where is she?" he lead you to sit you on the couch with him. "she's asleep," he whispered into your hair. The man's already clingy as it is, having you work much more than usual makes Kid crave having you in his arms even more.

You being the only face that is not all over the news for the murder of Rana, Queenie and Baba Shakti, you had decided, it's safer for the them to stay at home until it all die down, then all three of you could make a run to a different region of India, maybe even crossing borders. Anywhere people can't recognise them.

But until then you have to work to supply enough money, for three people, and it's not easy. It takes way much more time than you usually work.

You glance at the blanket that is on the sofa and frowned. "you're sleeping on the couch? Did you two fought?" you asked looking at Kid.

Kid barely loses his cool, Sita, being herself, is always clear on what she wants, what she likes and dislikes. For them to fight is very very rare.

"God, no. She kicked me out of the room because it was too hot, she said I'm a human heater," he said and lightly pouted. You let out a small laugh.

"she's right, you are a heater, and the heat of Mumbai isn't to play with. Plus your habit of hugging while you sleep isn't really helping your case." you teased, kissing his pout off. His eyebrows furrowed. "I can't even cuddle my girls without being rejected," he joked. You love it when Kid is comfortable. When it just the three of you, you get to see this side of him.

"baby?" a sleepy voice interrupted you two you turned around to see Sita with sleepy eyes standing in front of the room.

"hey, pretty girl, come here," you smiled at your girl, fuck even when she just woke up she's so incredibly beautiful. Sita sits herself between Kid and you, playfully pushing Kid away from you earning a small whine from Kid. He positione her so that she's sitting on his lap. On of her hand thrown over his shoulder she lazily kissed him

You smiled and softly placed your thumb on her chin, caressing before leading her in. She smiled and kissed you next.

"how was your nap?" Sita had thrown both her legs into your lap, you chuckled and brought her hand to kiss her palm.

"was good, without the heater bothering me." she joked, Kid tickled her side earning a yelp form her.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" you asked softly, she just shook her head. Taking your hand in hers and begun her favourite pass time. Drawing random shapes on your palm.

"it's raining outside, it got cold," she replied, her fingers tracing letters in your palm. 'I <3 u` again and again and you smiled.

"is that why you came out? To be with the heater?" Kid asked, his arm thrown over your shoulder to pull you closer, you end up with your head on his chest while Sita's head on his neck.

Just what you need after a long day.

Sita didn't answer just let out a small laugh and yelp once again when he tickled her side. "Kidd!" she whined, now switching form drawing letters in your palm to kissing your fingers, almost even suckling on them.

Kid on the other hand has had his nose buried in your hair. Obviously sniffing the hell out of them.

"you two are awfully clingy today," you laughed into Kid's chest, eyes pinned on how pretty Sita's lips are kissing your fingers like that. You're glad that she's comfortable enough to let her oral fixation out and about. She used to say she's insecure about it and try not to do it in public.

"we missed you," Sita said softly before taking her head off of Kid's neck, tilting your chin and kissed your lips. You hummed into the kiss.

"hopefully this thing die down a little soon, I've got my contact for fake IDs already, even all the papers we need, just need this to die down and we can move on," Kid said and sighed. Sita though looked particularly interested. "what?" Kid asked confused. You just laughed because you know your girl all too well.

"you talking about all these matter makes her hot and bothered," you joked which made Sita blush. "hey!" she tried to defend herself before burying her face into Kid's neck, hiding from both of you.Kid chuckled and raised his hand to run it through her hair.

"hot and bothered hm?" he looked over to you with a smirk. You chucked. "such a tease," you laughed at him and kissed his lips, Sita turned her head again, pulling your hand towards her lips and kissed them again.

"i could fall asleep like this," you admitted, earning a him from Kid. A yawn escaped your lips. You looked over to Sita and chuckled when she's settled into placed your index finger into her mouth.

"I might fall asleep," you said again eyes now closed. Kid's hand that was resting on your arm softly move to pat you "sleep, I'll lift you later," you answer with a hum. You felt a kiss on your head and before you know it you're snoring like a baby.

[ashsimpsalot]

Family Business (Kid X Rich!Reader x Sita)

Your eyes trailed from one of your lovers to the other. You could see the gears in his brain almost wearing out from how much thinking he's doing. It's like his world stopped, he's just standing at the corner of the room, totally oblivious that he's visible to everyone, just staring intensely at your other lover, doing her job.

Well maybe the years of grudge he's held against the owner of the pair of hands that roamed around on her skin isn't helping too. You sighed and took a sip of the whiskey you've been nursing. Your mind wandered back to how you three got into this arrangement. The night you trailed 'Bobby' into the alleyway, confronting him about his plans.

"Kid," You confidently called him by his legal name.

Kid was beyond shocked when he realised that someone noticed him, him, the boy that came from the untouchables, in such a big, rich place.

"I think you and me should go for a little drive," he's even more shocked when he's made the connection that it's you, the only breathing relative of Queenie.

It was Sita, honestly, out of the three of you she's more observant, she came up to you, legs swinging over your own, straddling your lap, your hand carefully placed on her back, knee ready to press on her just like she always love, she had her lips kissing your ear before whispering that there's a man, a mere waiter, she's been curious about.

"could you find out for me, baby?" her sweet voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

"How could I ever deny my girl?" you asked her with a tease in your tone, already pulling her chin softly for a kiss.

It took a while, for the three of you to be a thing, though you've known Sita for a long time you two had never made it official. even then she's the only woman you've taken up to your real apartment. Not that you've not had your fair share of people you've brought up to the VIP room.

Sita felt the same way, you're the only person she's followed back home. Others she's only taken in the hotel.

Well Kid is Kid. He's had close to none romatical relationship.. Except that one guy he slept with for a bed and warm food for a couple of days that one time but that's a different story.

"everything's alright?" Queenie's voice cut you out of your thoughts. You hummed, holding up your 4th glass of whiskey and sipping them.

"everything's great," you replied with a fake smile. Fucking hate the bitch, want to pretend she cares and shit.

"oh no it's not, she's been in the blues!" one of the men laughed. You almost successfully tuned out all the annoying business partners Queenie had, unfortunately for you, your dad was a big investor in the hotel, when he died, it all went to you.

Now you're stuck sitting in a circle full of annoying rich fucks that Queenie associated with.

You're a rich fuck too but that's not the point.

She frowned and then gave you a smile.

"pick anyone in the room, my treat," she said. You tried to hold in your expression, can't make a decision too fast, she'll notice. You three had decided to go forth with the plan on the night before Diwali. You'll request Sita as your girl. You've thought about plainly 'buying Kid off of Queenie's hands'. Not like she hasn't done that.

Your auntie's eyes searches the room. You know she's only being nice to you because she thinks that she's still in your will. Jokes on her, when you discovered that she killed your mother, you've taken her name off of the will.

But that's not enough, you want her to suffer, and when she's finally dead, you're coming for all her assets next.

"I assume your favourite girl huh? Sita," she said eyeing Sita who was too busy with Rana. "will he let her go?" you 'joked'. She hummed and called to Sita, sending two other girls towards Rana. Not like the man would care, anything with holes and legs he'd stick his dick into.

Sita walked towards you, one of the men slapped her ass when she walked pass him, making her yelp but professionally covered it with a smile. She immediately straddled your lap, swaying her body with the music. You held her back close. Turning to the man and 'playfully' punched his shoulder, making him yelp and held his shoulder.

"my girl," you 'joked' with a stupid smile. None of these people can do anything to you anyway. You'd love to see them try.

You kissed her neck making her whine, you smiled into her neck before she leaned in, kissing your ear.

You listened carefully. It's a sign that she wanted to say something to you.

"Kid? He's been staring at me, I'm scared seeing Rana triggers him like before," she said softly, the love and worry in her voice made your chest flutter.

You pulled away and turned to your aunt.

"what if I want two?" you asked playfully, your hand tracing on Sita's chest over her black dress. Trying to deceive her, making sure she can't see that this woman in your arms doesn't just hold your lust but your heart too.

"take your pick,"

You pretend to eye the room, not like you don't already have your answer. You pointed towards Kid. "that waiter," you said simply.

"the waiter?" she asked. "the tall one?" she asked again, snapping her fingers at him. Kid immediately walked towards the table. Moving to hand the table the drugs but stopped by Queenie. She whispered something in his ears.

You realised the looks of the men in front of you, it's the first time you asked for two, it's the first time you asked for anyone else when Sita is already in your arms. You had to think quick.

You can't let them think anything is off. You can't elt them use your loves as a point of weakness to attack.

When Kid stood in front of you awkwardly you felt guilty for putting him in an uncomfortable place but you had to do something to throw their suspicions off.

"on your knees," you said simply, earning a look of confusion from Kid. Sita who's still swaying and grinding herself to the music on your lap tried to look unfazed.

Kid does it anyway, kneeling next to your seat, looking up at you like an obedient puppy. You reached out your hand and pat him like one.

"Saw something about pet play in the magazine," you started, putting that stupid stuck up rich face all the people here have. You hands played at Sita's chest, roaming them on the neckline and toying the strap. Before turning your head into Kid's direction and lifted his chin with your index finger.

"they said something about male pet having more ego. It's more fun to break," you bullshit your way through, you figured it worked because they all laughed. Of course, fucking up someone's self esteem is most of these people's past time.

"well have fun then!" one of the men laughed, you just smirked.

You pulled Sita into another kiss, more passionate one, you felt the need to erase any taste of that Rana off of her, at least so that later Kid won't taste anything but you and Sita, she panted at how heavy the kiss turned. When you pulled away, she let out the most beautiful whine, looking into your eyes with pure need.

"you wanna go out now, baby?" you asked softly. Which she then nodded.

"well gentlemen, we'll be going now, our girl here needs some attention," you joked as Sita stood up holding both of your hands. You wrapped an arm around her waist and bent to pull Kid by his tie. "come on, pet" you simply comanded.

The drive towards you apartment was filled with silence. At a traffic light you can't hold it in anymore. "I'm sorry," it came out with a heavy sigh.

"for humiliating you like that. I didn't... I saw the men and they all looked so fucking confused and suspicious an-and I knew these fucking people, I'm so scared they're going to dig in more or something," you rambled quickly only stopping when you felt Kid's huge hand resting itself on your shoulder.

"it's okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it," his quiet voice tried to comfort you. Sita already had her hand reaching out for yours.

"I just felt like one of those stupid rich fucks and I hate it so much" you brought Sita's hand to your lips and left a little peck, then reaching to caress Kid's hand on your shoulder.

The light turned green and you switched the gear and drove. One hand still holding onto Sita's.

"Just a few more days, baby, and we'll be as public as we want," she tried to comfort you, you offered her a tiny smile.

Day in and day out, pretending not to know them beyond just renting or using them at the hotel hurts but it always end with a night of gentle and slow passions pouring into each of you. Before you know it, it's one day before Diwali.

You've 'rented' Sita as your date, you decided to bring her on a little shopping spree, letting her choose whatever she wants, wherever she wants. You just followed her with a stupid smile on your face, carrying whatever bag she decided to hand you. She bought a new dress for herself, then dragged you into a store to find a pair of shoes that actually matches your outfit.

"it's your day, sweetheart, you should buy for yourself, not anyone else," you said simply as she goes through the store to find you the right match. She shakes her head and pouted a little before siting next to you. "what is it?" you asked tentatively, placing all the shopping bags on the floor.

"I just wish Kid was here. I... It's unfair that we're here preparing for tonight while he's just.. God knows where," she sighed, placing her head on your shoulder. You sighed too, throwing an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer and kissed the top of her head.

"When this is all over, I'll bring you two anywhere you want, buy you all the things you want," you said smoothly and she lifted her head to look at you. "really?"

You nodded your head and kissed her. "anything for my favourite girl," you said and kissed her again.

"you can pick out anything for Kid, too. It's not like he can say no to you," you joked.

The night came and you saw Kid outside of the building, he gave you a little nod but nothing more. Though you did note the new necklace Sita bought for him.

"take my card, sweetie, my feet hurt from following you around," you tried to make her laugh. Sita's face light up and stood up to go searching for more things she wanted to buy for Kid.

Sita looked gorgeous, a new gold dress you bought her, a bangle to decorate her wrist, a new necklace. "I feel you staring," she teased as you held onto her waist and lead her to sit at the designated spot.

"hm? Not like you mind," you cheekily answered.

The rest of the night was fucking boring, hearing all the bullshit Baba Shakti spew.

You looked over your shoulder, Kid just went into the hall and stared at you before nodding. You slowly took Sita's hand, kissing her on the back of her hand twice to notify her and Kid that everything's on que.

Multiple gunshots were heard from the lower floor, loud screams of panic filled the hall. Everything was silent before another series of gunshot was heard. People started evacuatimg from the door before you pretentiously pulled Queenie by her hand. "Auntie, what's happening?" you tried to appear panicked.

She just shakes her head. "everyone's evacuating to the lower floor, the VIPs are going up to VIP levels, we should go to the penthouse," she explained the escape route. You nodded and followed her. Sita hand held yours tightly.

You saw Kid trailing Rana Singh. Decided to leave him be and followed her to the elevator.

Once you're in the penthouse, Queenie was going through her purse to find her phone, before she could do anything Sita hit her head harshly with a tray, resulting in her falling to the floor, unconscious.

"that's kinda hot, sweetheart," you smiled and kissed her, Queenie on the floor was barely able to move. You took the tray and hit her head again. "fuck you! You killed your own sister! My mother!" you yelled and stepped on her hands. Earning a loud yell from her. You pulled her hair roughly. Forcing her to look at Sita.

"see that girl you degraded so much? She's the one your filthy money is going to be spent on when they're mine," you said with a mocking tone before hitting her head again with the tray. Again. Again. Again.

Until her face and head is basically a bug puddle of blood.

Before you could turn to say anything to Sita, a figure of a man was about to near her. You threw the knew you see on the counter right into his thigh, earning a loud groan. Sita turned and hit his head with the same tray.

"that's Baba Shakti, good job, baby," you smiled and kissed her, tying him up in a chair.

You chopped a piece of Queenie's finger and looked over to Sita, handing her a gun. "Remember what I said about using this?" you asked her and she nodded, you pulled her into another kiss "take care of yourself, if he wakes up just make sure he doesn't get out of the ropes."

"be careful," Sita said before you smiled and goes down the elevator.

You searched for Kid, finally finding him on the VIP floor, hitting Rana with a high heel.

"love," you said in relief that he's still alive. Kid looked up to you, so does half conscious Rana.

"y-you.." he croaked out. All the hate and stories Kid told you in vulnerability at night comes to you. All the bullshit he had to go through because of this man, the hate came to you and you looked at Kid. "finish the job, love,"

"you think... You can get... Away?" Rana hoarse voice said. You rolled your eyes and gave him a sweet smile. "of course I can, I'm fucking rich," you said and signaled Kid to end it. Which he did with the last swing of the high heel.

"come on, love, Sita's upstairs. Baba Shakti too," you said leading him up to the penthouse.

Baba Shakti was screaming insults at Sita even though he's tied in that chair. Kid just went and slap him across the face. "that's not how you talk to a lady," he said with a stern voice. "do you know who I am?" he asked, eyes not leaving the old man once.

You pulled Sita towards you, holding her, standing little far from Kid but close enough so he knows you're both there. Let him have his moments.

You looked at your phone, one of your guy shoot you a text saying that you all need to be out by 10 minutes, they're burning the whole hotel down. "5 more minutes, love," you said over the sound of Kid beating Baba Shakti again and again. Sita had leaned her head onto your shoulder, arms around your waist, both of you watched Kid fulfill his plans and eventually he's stopped. "let him burn to death," he said before walking towards the both of you and into the elevator.

Life is easy when you have money, much more easier when most policemen you knew speak the same language. Bribery.

It's really not that hard, cough up a little when you got out of the building, give money to whoever needed to testify that the gunshots they heard weren't gunshots but really just glasses being blown because it's too hot downstairs and they start exploding, pay a cop here and there to dispose some evidence.

Cry on interview when talking about your aunt.

Wear white at her funeral, having your lovers by your side and pretend to mourn.

Then voila! You're in a new apartment with your lovers, enjoying a jacuzzi while drinking wine and eating grapes.

You hummed as you laid your head onto Kid's chest, he's chuckling as Sita went from kissing his neck to just tickling it to mess with him. "I can sleep like this," you said with a sigh. Sita leaned over to kiss you before tickling your side. "hey!" you yelped and caught her hand making her giggle. You pulled her towards you and she yelled when you tried to dunk her into the water. She pulled at Kid's hands for help but instead she got the opposite.

"surrender! Surrender!" she begged when Kid lifted her, walking towards the outdoor pool you had. "Wait, wait, dalring, no! No! Bad monkey! Bad! Ahh!" she yelled when Kid threw her into the pool. You let out a big laugh when Sita keep throwing water in Kid's direction.

God he looks too hot like this. Under the sun with swimming trunks and Sita... She wearing her little bikinis.

Barely could hold it in.

"what are you laughing about jaan?" Kid asked walking towards you.

Shit, time to run.

[ashsimpsalot]

Masterlist

Puisi

Kid (Monkey Man)

One shots

Coconut oil & honey

Mera naam...

Part of Cheeni universe:

Beedi with my cheeni

Home to home

Poly fic:

Sushi in Tokyo

Family Business (x Rich!reader)

Ego & Insecurities (x Rich!reader)

[ashsimpsalot]

Spent some time making these

Based on the 'how she grew up vs how he grew up' trend on tiktok

Ik we don't know how Sita grew up AT ALL. Here's my little HC while making this:

- Sita didn't grow up with a prostitute mother but instead an addict mom.

- most of her childhood consisted of her seeing her mother barely there. Mostly high.

- Tho she will always defend her mother. 'she had a hard life. She had me young'

- they've been homeless, then a little stable, homeless again.

- her best childhood memory was when she lived in a tiny motel with her mother.

-4 years old Sita would wake up without her amma in the motel, she never panicked tho, she would walk 3 doors down to find Mrs. Bilvani, asking if she could play with Dilya.

-4 years old Sita would go back home at the end of the day, make herself dinner (with whatever she can find in the mini fridge, once she took some tissues and wet them, sprinkled some milk powder on them, swallow them down) and fall asleep.

-her mom might be gone for 5-6 days and she can't be bothered. Only eating at Mrs Bilvani if she gets too hungry (too hungry here means if she can't choke down the tissues anymore)

-she swears, when her mother is a little sober, she's the best mom. (forever defending her mother, a result of trauma, I fear.)

-when Queenie took her to work for her, she was barely 17. She accepted because her mom was sick, they were homeless for the 5th time.

- she sends her mom money, in envelopes, every month. Writing a tiny note at the front, begging her mom to use it for food and shelter and not spend all to relief her cravings. (her mom will ignore the note and use em to feed her addiction, sita pretends to not know)

-even if we're seeing this in rich!reader poly au, her mom refuse to stay with her because of 'the unnatural ways of her relationships' but accept money from her anyways.

- 'she's a good woman, she just has issues' she would repeat.

- honestly, she isn't a good woman but Sita was programmed to feel bounded to her. She's the only family she has, the only constant of her life, even if it was shaky.

- baby got mommy issues but refuse to admit it

[chaithetics]

OMG ASH HOW DID I MISS THIS ONE?!?!

This Kid and Sita poly fic series of yours is just amazing and I love your writing so much!

But fr Dev Patel and Sobhita Dhulipala are the definition of bi panic! Gonna have to rewatch Made in Heaven now!

But seriously bestie, you ATE as always!

Sushi in Tokyo (Kid X Sita X Reader)

Yes this is a poly fic, the tittle is based on

MY poly anthem

You entered the cracked up flat to find Kid watching the TV by himself, so deep in the Movie he didn't even realise you were home, a smile formed on your lips, fuck, even though you're hosting two fugitives in your home, the sight is too domestic to not melt your heart.

"I'm home," you announced, closing the door behind you. You turned around to see Kid with a big smile on his lips, standing and walking towards you, as excited as a puppy.

"jaanu, I missed you," he breathed before attaching hid lips to yours, hands wrapping around your waist. You hummed in the kiss.

Once you pulled back you stared into his eyes with a smile before looking at his hair, touching them.

"your curls feels fluffier than usual," you made a comment which earned a chuckle from Kid. He hummed and have your lips a final peck. "Sita put henna on my hair, she said she got bored being stuck in this house." he explained.

The mental image of your girl just running her hands into your man's curls makes you smile.

"where is she?" he lead you to sit you on the couch with him. "she's asleep," he whispered into your hair. The man's already clingy as it is, having you work much more than usual makes Kid crave having you in his arms even more.

You being the only face that is not all over the news for the murder of Rana, Queenie and Baba Shakti, you had decided, it's safer for the them to stay at home until it all die down, then all three of you could make a run to a different region of India, maybe even crossing borders. Anywhere people can't recognise them.

But until then you have to work to supply enough money, for three people, and it's not easy. It takes way much more time than you usually work.

You glance at the blanket that is on the sofa and frowned. "you're sleeping on the couch? Did you two fought?" you asked looking at Kid.

Kid barely loses his cool, Sita, being herself, is always clear on what she wants, what she likes and dislikes. For them to fight is very very rare.

"God, no. She kicked me out of the room because it was too hot, she said I'm a human heater," he said and lightly pouted. You let out a small laugh.

"she's right, you are a heater, and the heat of Mumbai isn't to play with. Plus your habit of hugging while you sleep isn't really helping your case." you teased, kissing his pout off. His eyebrows furrowed. "I can't even cuddle my girls without being rejected," he joked. You love it when Kid is comfortable. When it just the three of you, you get to see this side of him.

"baby?" a sleepy voice interrupted you two you turned around to see Sita with sleepy eyes standing in front of the room.

"hey, pretty girl, come here," you smiled at your girl, fuck even when she just woke up she's so incredibly beautiful. Sita sits herself between Kid and you, playfully pushing Kid away from you earning a small whine from Kid. He positione her so that she's sitting on his lap. On of her hand thrown over his shoulder she lazily kissed him

You smiled and softly placed your thumb on her chin, caressing before leading her in. She smiled and kissed you next.

"how was your nap?" Sita had thrown both her legs into your lap, you chuckled and brought her hand to kiss her palm.

"was good, without the heater bothering me." she joked, Kid tickled her side earning a yelp form her.

"Did I wake you up, sweetheart?" you asked softly, she just shook her head. Taking your hand in hers and begun her favourite pass time. Drawing random shapes on your palm.

"it's raining outside, it got cold," she replied, her fingers tracing letters in your palm. 'I <3 u` again and again and you smiled.

"is that why you came out? To be with the heater?" Kid asked, his arm thrown over your shoulder to pull you closer, you end up with your head on his chest while Sita's head on his neck.

Just what you need after a long day.

Sita didn't answer just let out a small laugh and yelp once again when he tickled her side. "Kidd!" she whined, now switching form drawing letters in your palm to kissing your fingers, almost even suckling on them.

Kid on the other hand has had his nose buried in your hair. Obviously sniffing the hell out of them.

"you two are awfully clingy today," you laughed into Kid's chest, eyes pinned on how pretty Sita's lips are kissing your fingers like that. You're glad that she's comfortable enough to let her oral fixation out and about. She used to say she's insecure about it and try not to do it in public.

"we missed you," Sita said softly before taking her head off of Kid's neck, tilting your chin and kissed your lips. You hummed into the kiss.

"hopefully this thing die down a little soon, I've got my contact for fake IDs already, even all the papers we need, just need this to die down and we can move on," Kid said and sighed. Sita though looked particularly interested. "what?" Kid asked confused. You just laughed because you know your girl all too well.

"you talking about all these matter makes her hot and bothered," you joked which made Sita blush. "hey!" she tried to defend herself before burying her face into Kid's neck, hiding from both of you.Kid chuckled and raised his hand to run it through her hair.

"hot and bothered hm?" he looked over to you with a smirk. You chucked. "such a tease," you laughed at him and kissed his lips, Sita turned her head again, pulling your hand towards her lips and kissed them again.

"i could fall asleep like this," you admitted, earning a him from Kid. A yawn escaped your lips. You looked over to Sita and chuckled when she's settled into placed your index finger into her mouth.

"I might fall asleep," you said again eyes now closed. Kid's hand that was resting on your arm softly move to pat you "sleep, I'll lift you later," you answer with a hum. You felt a kiss on your head and before you know it you're snoring like a baby.